Leon was so immersed in the wonderful, warm sensation that he didn't even hear Mike shout "Cut."
Beyoncé released Leon. Due to the hood, he couldn't see her expression clearly, only her seductive red lips.
"How was it? Are you satisfied with my performance just now?"
"Very satisfied... I still..." He swallowed the words back just as they reached his mouth.
He almost blurted out that he wanted to experience it again.
With this, the recording and filming work for the entire Demons album was completely finished.
The rest was left to time, for the CG team and editors to handle.
Old Mike came from George Lucas's team, so his mastery of CG technology was unquestionable. Next, Leon just needed to focus his work on promotion.
It was foreseeable that Beyoncé's participation would cause the popularity of this record to far exceed market expectations.
Plus the diva's bold kiss in the MV, the topicality would definitely be maxed out by then.
On set, Old Mike was repeatedly watching the footage with the cameraman, discussing editing details.
Leon, led by Beyoncé, arrived at a lounge in the studio.
"Miss Beyoncé, I don't quite understand what you mean."
"Shh." Beyoncé suddenly blocked Leon's mouth with her finger.
This instantly gave him a bad feeling; Sister-in-law might be seducing him into making a mistake.
His heart suddenly struggled violently. On one hand, he couldn't figure out the reason why Sister-in-law was so enthusiastic towards him.
On the other hand, he had already offended Diddy, Kanye, and Chris...
If he cuckolded Jay-Z at this time, there wouldn't be an inch of space for him on the entire East Coast.
There were many people on the set, and news traveled fast. If this happened, it could easily reach Jay-Z's ears.
Just as he was thinking, Beyoncé had already bent down, skillfully helping him release the seal on his lower body.
He was startled and quickly stopped her. "Miss Beyoncé, I don't think this is appropriate."
Beyoncé's dark golden skin instantly flushed pink. "It's okay... I've already asked my personal bodyguards to stand guard outside the door. No one will know what happened here."
Although she said that, Leon understood that walls have ears.
Bodyguards also work for money; such people are unreliable.
Thinking of this, Leon still stopped Beyoncé's more aggressive moves. "Miss Beyoncé, I don't understand why..."
In the public impression, Beyoncé had never had any negative news.
In media reports, she was a representative of independent women, keen on charity, a Destiny's Child with zero scandals.
Of course, Leon didn't believe such a saint existed in this dirty circle.
The more the media praised, the bigger the hidden dirt.
Anyway, the Beyoncé couple had plenty of money; they could completely control the media to become their mouthpiece.
The only problem was, if the diva wanted excitement, she could totally go to Diddy's party.
Beyoncé's status couldn't be compared with Kardashian's. He didn't have any resources here that the diva would look up to.
Seeming to see Leon's concerns, Beyoncé revealed a charming smile and said, "I know what you're thinking..."
"Don't think too much, it's nothing."
Pants are off and it's nothing?
Hearing this, Leon was even more confused. Before knowing the truth, he would protect his dick well.
Beyoncé gritted her teeth and listed Jay-Z's ugly deeds:
"Jay-Z is a bastard, a lying bastard!"
"He got together with that Caribbean slut Rihanna behind my back..."
"No matter how you look at it, that woman is just a replica of me!"
Leon felt like his head had suffered a heavy blow.
If those words just now were exposed, it would definitely be a sensational drama in the entertainment industry.
The three people involved in the incident were all the hottest big shots in Gotham today.
Even Rihanna, whose status was slightly inferior, was a pop princess in the current music scene.
She had just topped the Billboard Hot 100 again with Only Girl (In the World), almost seamlessly connecting with her previous number one single Love the Way You Lie.
Many media outlets rated Rihanna as the "most beautiful Black female star in the world."
Coincidentally, Beyoncé had also won this title, and there was already an obvious competitive relationship between the two.
The key was that Rihanna was personally brought into Def Jam Recordings and made popular by Jay-Z during his tenure as president.
Now that Jay-Z was cheating with his own disciple, one could imagine how fierce the anger in Beyoncé's heart was.
In Beyoncé's view, since Jay-Z slept with his female disciple, she had to make necessary reciprocal countermeasures.
A playful smile appeared at the corner of Leon's mouth. Playing separately is the common ecology of the entertainment industry.
He joked, "So, I'm a tool for revenge now?"
Beyoncé hurriedly waved her hands repeatedly. "No, not entirely like that."
"You know I'm going through some very depressing days..."
No matter how the diva explained, Leon treated it as a kind of PUA; he didn't believe a single punctuation mark.
Considering the serious consequences that being a "Cao Zei" (home-wrecker/wife-stealer) might lead to, reason finally triumphed over hormones.
He said with a serious face, "Jay-Z discovered me and helped me get out of the damn slum mud."
"I am a man of principle and reason."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Beyoncé, I can't do this."
Beyoncé showed a disappointed look, but quickly adjusted. "It's nothing, this is good..."
Smack—
Leon grabbed Beyoncé's wrist and said seriously, "I completely understand your pain, Miss Beyoncé."
"What..." Beyoncé stared at him in astonishment.
According to Leon's thinking, although Beyoncé had taken good care of him before...
The situation was completely different now.
Once the boundary between men and women is broken, things will get out of hand.
This way, the benefits he could get would be greater!
His previous concern was that if a fierce battle really broke out with the diva in the lounge...
Then even if no one saw it with their own eyes, it would be impossible not to make any noise.
This way, the bodyguards outside the door or anyone else could easily guess what happened inside.
Leon stared at Beyoncé's red lips with a playful look. The other party instantly understood and revealed a shy smile.
As everyone knows, if the interface doesn't match, it can't be considered a successful connection.
"You really are a bad boy..."
Just as envisioned before, both were very careful throughout the process. The ten-minute "magic show" didn't make a single sound.
Leon collapsed on the sofa in the lounge, his eyes vacant. "Fxxk..."
He felt his body was hollowed out. Whether facing Bonnie or Robbie before, he had never felt so exhausted.
It makes sense that big vehicles consume more fuel.
"Let's leave here quickly, Miss Beyoncé... Staying here too long will make people suspicious."
"Wait... there seems to be something at the corner of your mouth, wipe it off quickly..."
When Leon and Beyoncé returned to the set, everyone was seriously discussing work matters.
He quickly let out a long sigh of relief. "Doing this will cause big trouble sooner or later..."
Three days later, Leon received an invitation to the American Music Awards (AMA).
Two weeks later, this heavyweight award, on par with the Grammy Awards, would be presented at the Nokia Theatre in Los Angeles.
Two months ago, he had just attended the MTV Video Music Awards ceremony here.
Originally, Leon didn't want to go. Since he wasn't on the nomination list, he didn't even qualify as a seat-filler (meaning someone who attends just to clap but has no chance of winning).
He could only sit below the stage clapping non-stop, watching others take away golden trophies one after another.
Moreover, he had been plagued by various negative news recently, so much so that before he connected with Beyoncé a few days ago, the diva repeatedly asked Leon if he had any strange viruses.
It was imaginable that as long as Leon showed his face on the red carpet, reporters' long guns and short cannons would scramble to shove into his face.
But considering that Cardi B and Robbie were also invited to this awards ceremony, this was the first collective appearance of the Apocalypse label in front of the global media.
For expanding the company's influence, this was a rare opportunity.