Chapter 386 Knocking on His Door Late at Night
Christian's eye twitched, thinking to himself, "I've always been the one tricking others, and now someone actually tricked me?"
"Alright," Ashley said, "I'll give you this favor." He pulled out a few tissues, wiped his hands, and smiled wickedly.
Amelia sat with her legs crossed, one foot bare, showing off her red-painted toenails, swinging up and down. Her long legs stretched out, skin faintly visible, and she clapped her hands, "Wow! I'm so looking forward to it!"
Christian stood up just in time to see this scene, feeling a rush of blood.
That uncomfortable feeling reminded him of that night.
He wanted to teach Amelia a lesson, so he took the drunken her from the dinner party and threw her into a hotel room.
She was so drunk she was unconscious, lying limply on the bed, her eyes hazy, her voice as soft as a kitten's.
"Who are you..."
Her eyes couldn't focus, and she didn't recognize him.
He didn't hold back. He picked up a bottle of whiskey and filled a glass, "Do you really want this role?"
He saw how hard Amelia worked to make it in the entertainment industry, drinking with producers, directors, and assistant directors, downing drinks in one go, as if she could never get drunk.
She could hold her liquor, but after several rounds, she started to wobble.
Amelia rubbed her eyes, her voice broken, "This role was mine to begin with."
What did he say back then?
He said, "Drink it, or strip naked, choose one."
Amelia, probably drunk, took the glass and downed it, then passed out completely.
He looked at the side-lying Amelia, her long hair spread on the bed, fully made-up, with long eyelashes, a delicate nose, and especially her red lips, which looked even fuller after the alcohol washed away the lipstick.
A current ran through Christian's body, almost losing control and wanting to have sex with her.
But in the end, he stripped her naked, took some photos and videos, and left her untouched in the hotel.
At this moment, seeing her bare feet and long legs, her loose bathrobe, and the soft lighting, he had an urgent desire to rip off her bathrobe.
Damn it!
Christian wondered if he was drunk from the wind, feeling a bit tipsy.
"Other shows are boring, let's do something exciting."
Damian said indifferently, "What?"
Christian loosened his tie with one hand, his long, clean fingers wrapping it around a few times, hanging it on his knuckles, "Ashley should be very interested in my body."
Ashley, used to big scenes, laughed, "I heard Mr. Young works out regularly, with perfect abs and pecs, of course I'm interested."
"Well then, let me show you."
With that, he stretched out his arm and threw the tie.
Damian turned slightly, and the tie fell to the ground instead of landing on his leg.
Amelia's eyes moved, seeing the disdain in Damian's small gesture.
Because of this action, she didn't dislike Damian as much.
Christian walked seductively, his movements ambiguous. He swayed in front of the wall-mounted TV, his flexible waist shaking for a moment, then took off his suit jacket and threw it onto the sofa.
Then he winked, whistled, and hyped himself up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
He wanted to see if Damian would allow Ashley to see him completely naked!
Damian continued eating slowly, elegantly, as if he were at a Michelin-starred restaurant.
Ashley remained indifferent, neither surprised nor delighted, but picked up her phone and aimed it at Christian, "Not bad, very professional."
Like a professional cabaret performer.
Since Christian dared to dance, he wasn't afraid of Ashley taking pictures. He blew a kiss at the camera, "Ashley, don't blink."
Amelia clapped her hands, "Wow! Mr. Young... not bad!"
Christian's shirt flew off, revealing his well-defined muscles, deep collarbones, and bulging pecs, swaying with every move.
Ashley gave him face, turned on the TV, and cast her phone screen.
The screen showed the song she was forced to sing by Christian at Blue Star.
With Christian's good waist and hips, the match was 99%.
She hadn't forgotten this grudge.
Damian glanced at Ashley across from him, his smile growing colder.
Christian's dance faltered, then he gritted his teeth and continued.
And Damian had no intention of stopping him.
Amelia smiled sweetly.
Ashley was also very interested.
There was no trace of feminine shyness.
Christian wondered how a woman like Ashley could possibly be shy.
With his pants off, Christian was almost completely exposed.
On the TV, the female singer's low voice was like a web of thousands of threads.
Christian pressed his fingers against the waistband of his pants, grinning mischievously. "Ashley, do you want to compare who's more impressive, me or someone else?"
Ashley said, "Sure."
Damian frowned, "Christian, do you have to humiliate yourself?"
Christian had an excellent physique, with golden proportions, long legs, a slim waist, no excess fat, coordination and full of hormonal tension, and a casual smile, making him a competent actor.
Amelia propped her chin, unable to help comparing him to other artists.
It seemed few could match Christian.
What a waste of a good body!
Otherwise, she might consider having sex with him.
In the end, Christian didn't strip completely.
Ashley didn't have that fetish, teasing was enough, she didn't want to hurt her eyes.
Amelia took a beer from the fridge, "Want some?"
She used not to dare talk to Damian like this, but tonight, maybe the atmosphere was too relaxed, Amelia suddenly had the illusion that Damian was just an ordinary man.
But one look from Damian shattered her naive thought.
Amelia's hand trembled, "I'll just leave it here."
Damian opened the can and took a sip.
A casual action, but he made it look particularly pleasing.
Amelia cursed herself for being spineless, this was the scumbag who hurt her friend, how could she find him handsome?
Ashley also wanted to drink, but Damian said, "Too cold."
"It's hot, it's fine."
Damian said something surprising, "Don't you remember your special days?"
Swimming in the sea was one thing, he couldn't stop her then, but drinking cold beer was absolutely not allowed.
Ashley froze for a moment.
Then she remembered her period was due in two days.
Her ears felt hot, and she obediently moved her hand to the warm water.
Damian added, "Eat less seafood too."
Saying this, he placed the only pasta from the takeout in front of her.
Amelia looked at this, then at that, finally meeting Christian's speechless gaze.
The four of them dispersed, and it was already past eleven at night.
Ashley lay in bed, recalling the events of the past few hours.
She hadn't communicated much with Damian, but he seemed to be taking care of her all the time-very attentive, very thorough, and very timely.
He even remembered her period.
He also helped her mock Christian.
So annoying!
Hearing movement from the next bed, Ashley turned her head, "Where are you going?"
Amelia mumbled, "I just remembered something. I need to call my agent. You go to sleep first."
She quietly left the room and took the elevator to the top floor.
It was easy to find Christian's room.
Taking a breath, Amelia raised her hand and pressed the doorbell.
After a while, she heard a voice from inside, "Who is it?"
The voice was irritable, even angry.
"Mr. Young, in a bad mood?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Christian opened the door, "What are you doing here?"
Amelia's red lips smiled, her eyes seductive, her slender hand slowly crawling up Christian's chest, "Mr. Young, just one look at that body isn't enough."
Christian suspected the air conditioning was broken. It was set at 64 degrees Fahrenheit, but it was still unbearably hot. He was wearing only boxer shorts, his limbs fully exposed, and her touch igniting his muscles like fire.
Even hotter.
"What do you mean? Want to have sex with me?"
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