A group of women looked at Andy while whispering and teasing. Two of them licked their red lips at him and asked Carl casually, "Why do I feel weird? Salim is not a pimp, right?"
"Bah, bah, those are my babies. These are fresh models who just came to Hollywood looking for opportunities. These little bitches can't wait to have an affair with you to increase their exposure. Fame is the most important thing for these models. Besides, they know very well what will happen when attending such parties. Don't be fooled by their age. Their nicknames are bones, flesh and skin, and they are even dirtier in the fashion circle. These are the new and fresh ones I asked Salim to find. Don't worry about playing with them, but how many of them you can get depends on your ability." Carl said jokingly with a lewd smile on his face.
Andy remained calm on the surface, but inside he felt a mixture of emotions. Could it be that all the goddesses he had chosen to be his screenmates in his past life were so unbearable? The longing and excitement in his heart slowly dissipated.
After a group of women finished their whispers, they gathered around Andy. Most of them had been models since they were teenagers and had been working in the fashion circle for several years. They naturally understood some things. Andy was handsome, young and rich, and most importantly, famous. He was simply a perfect lover. The eyes of these women looking at Andy were full of aggression and attack.
Surrounded by a group of tall and hot beauties, Andy was a little overwhelmed. From time to time, someone's fingers touched and rubbed his body, which almost made him hard. All he could see was a sea of white waves.
Through their communication, Andy learned that Rosie and Bar Farrelly had just arrived in Hollywood. Through observation, he found that Bar Farrelly was not very enthusiastic. As for Rosie, she was not his type and more importantly, as a newcomer, she could not compete with the other fierce women.
In Andy's eyes, Brooklyn Decker, with her delicate face, sweet looks and blonde hair, was his type. This girl from Ohio, born in 1987, had just signed a swimsuit contract with Sports Illustrated and came to Hollywood to seek opportunities in the film industry.
I have a vague impression of Andy. She seemed to be a Victoria's Secret model, but later married a tennis player.
Brooklyn Decker's body is truly impeccable, absolutely stunning. Standing 5'7" tall, her 36C cups are practically bursting in the undersized bikini. Her voluptuous figure, with skin so tender it's almost juicy, is incredibly sexy. After all, the models who get signed to the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue are typically those with incredibly hot, curvaceous bodies.
The man is in love and the woman is interested, and they are both staring at each other intently.
The others soon noticed this situation, and they pinched Andy unwillingly before walking away to look for new targets.
Andy smiled bitterly as he watched the resentful looks on the women's faces as they left. He could only shrug at Brooklyn, who gave Andy a charming smile.
The atmosphere of the party gradually became hotter, the music became more powerful, and from time to time one could hear women's screams, men's obscene laughter, and the sound of people falling into the water.
Andy and Brooklyn Decker also had a very pleasant exchange. The girl, who was called "big RU beauty" by the media, was simple-minded and became excited when she talked about her dream of becoming a movie star. The slightly childish compliments in it made Andy smile secretly.
Of course Andy knew why she was trying to please him, but to be honest, he didn't have that much power in Hollywood to fulfill the girl's movie dream. As for paying her to support her, that was all he could do. No matter what her purpose was in hooking up with Andy, he would be happy to take it first.
Seeing that she hoped to develop in Hollywood but was confused about her future acting career, Andy knew that she lacked confidence, so he encouraged her irresponsibly. Although Andy thought that even if she could make a movie, she would only be a vase, it still made the girl very happy.
After five or six glasses of champagne, the two chatted happily.
They disappeared hand in hand by the swimming pool at some point, and two women couldn't help cursing in their hearts when they saw this.
The couple, who fell in love with each other but had their own ideas, disappeared in the crowd. There was no need to say more about what would happen next.
Joseph and Kenny saw the two of them slip into a guest bedroom hand in hand, smiled at each other, and then walked to a table at the top of the stairs and sat down.
I don't know if it was because the house had poor sound insulation or the girl was too excited and screaming too loudly, but Joseph and Kenny could hear it from far away, and if they didn't know, they would think a murder had occurred.
An hour later, Brooklyn Dyke's hoarse voice seemed to be heard intermittently, shouting "Are you a monster... a beast" or something like that.
More than ten minutes later, Andy walked out of the room with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. He was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks. His white, strong, angular muscles were shining under the light. When he got closer, he found that it was a layer of sweat.
Seeing Joseph and Kenny both giving him a thumbs up with an expression of envy and admiration, Andy raised the corners of his mouth slightly and bent his arms to show off his strong muscles, intending to show off.
Kenny was left behind to watch over the room and prevent anyone from breaking in. Brooklyn Decker was so tired that she fell asleep. He had thought she could hold on, which made him very depressed.
Leaving the villa and walking towards the swimming pool, as soon as he turned the corner around the lawn, he saw a tall figure appear in front of Andy. Joseph behind him was about to step forward to block Andy with his body to stop the person, but Andy stretched out his hand to stop him.
Because of Andy's heightened senses, the darkness couldn't block his sight. The person who came was the model named Marissa Miller. He heard the other models teasingly call her "Miss Sweetheart."
Andy was deeply impressed by this sweetheart with a stunning figure. Although Marisa Miller was a perfect choice in both appearance and figure, with a mature and sensual look that always exuded a captivating allure, especially the breathtaking mountains, which were simply majestic, and her long legs, which later generations called "Legs for Years," Andy ultimately chose Brooklyn Dyke because Marisa Miller was a bit older. When introducing her to him, that fat guy, Carl, had told him that she was 28 or 29.
It's not that Andy doesn't like mature women, but he is really not at ease with older mature women who are involved in the fashion circle. However, it seems that this woman has not given up the opportunity to contact him. I wonder what her purpose is.
He didn't believe that someone like him would fall in love with him right after they met. Perhaps it was his youth, wealth, talent, and perfect figure that made her unable to resist? Perhaps there was a little bit of it, but he could only laugh.
Andy was happy to see the woman take the initiative to attack him.
"Marisa Miller, just call me Marissa."
"Andy Smith, my friends call me Andy."
Then their eyes met. Marissa gently lifted her long golden wavy hair, narrowed her eyes slightly, and opened her red lips slightly, "Let's have a drink together!?"
"Haha, I seemed to see a bottle of nice red wine in the villa just now." Andy smiled and walked forward to hug her waist, then turned and walked back to the villa.
Another hour passed, and the sleepy Brooklyn Dyke vaguely heard a woman in the next room wailing weakly, "Oh my God... are you a monster? Aren't you tired at all!?"
The music outside became even more powerful. Brooklynn suddenly felt her body being bounced up. She opened her eyes and saw Andy standing in front of her, but there was someone thrown on the bed. "Marisa... why are you here?"
Andy spread his hands to indicate that he had nothing to say, then pounced on him, as if he understood something. Brooklyn Dyke kicked his legs wildly and was unable to resist.
The next day, when Andy went downstairs, he saw the mess in the villa and shrugged his shoulders. However, the dining table was filled with a sumptuous breakfast, which Joseph had just bought from outside.
He sat down and slowly enjoyed his meal by himself. Before he could take a few bites, he saw Brooklyn Decker, wearing a baggy T-shirt and barefoot, running downstairs angrily. When he saw Andy at the table, he yelled, "How could you do this!"
"Hi!" Andy waved and pointed at the breakfast on the table and said, "Honey, don't you want to eat something? I bet you're so hungry now that you could eat a cow."
Brooklyn looked at Andy's sunny smile and heard his gentle words. She couldn't believe that this was the beast who had tormented her and Marissa without stopping for a moment last night.