blueteamnovel Chapter 86 Good Morning Hollywood
Chapter 86 Good Morning Hollywood
Chapter 86 Good Morning Hollywood
The next morning.
The sunlight pierced Zik's eyelids like awls.
His first sensation upon waking was a dry mouth and throat, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand. Then he felt a numbness in his right arm...
He shifted his position, and the sensation beneath him wasn't like the sheets at home, but rather like a smooth, silky fabric.
Looking around, I realized it was a completely unfamiliar bedroom.
A sliver of Los Angeles morning light peeked through the gaps in the blinds. The air lacked the fresh scent of Judy's usual citrus shampoo; instead, there was an unfamiliar, sweet floral fragrance.
Oops.
Two words flashed through Qi Ke's mind, and his mind went blank for a moment before he suddenly became mostly clear-headed.
He turned his head and his gaze fell on the pillow, where he immediately saw long golden hair scattered on the pillow, as well as a woman's watch with a thin strap.
His gaze slowly moved upwards, and when he saw the face of the person sleeping soundly beside him, Zeke's pupils contracted slightly. How could it be Stacy!
But the memory of last night's party is like a section of a tape being erased, leaving only the deafening music melody buzzing in my head.
He suddenly raised his head, his head throbbing with pain, and found himself naked, his coat hanging on a chair.
Stacy was fast asleep, her long eyelashes drooping, and a suspicious light-colored mark on the corner of her mouth, both ambiguous and alluring.
The lingering effects of the hangover still lingered in his mind, and a headache kept coming on. Qi Ke suppressed the panic in his heart and quickly scanned the bedroom floor. When he saw several used condoms scattered around, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
It's alright — it's alright.
Having protective measures prevented any deaths and spared us from facing the worst-case scenario, which was the only stroke of luck.
He carefully tried to pull his numb and aching right hand back, moving with extreme gentleness, afraid of making too much noise and disturbing the sleeping Stacey. But as soon as he exerted a little force with his fingertips, the person beside him stirred.
Stacy's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
She smiled languidly and playfully, slightly raising her lips and licking her slightly dry lips with the tip of her tongue. Her voice was husky, sexy, and relaxed.
"Zick, I was right, you really are delicious~"
The hoarse voice entered his ears, and without thinking, Qi Ke knew the source of the hoarseness. The fragmented images of last night flashed by, making him so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground, a trace of shame covering his face, and he subconsciously wanted to apologize.
"Uh—Stacey, I—"
"Don't look like you've done something wrong."
Stacy interrupted him, his expression relaxed and open, without the slightest hesitation.
The silk sheets slid slowly down her smooth shoulders. She got up and got out of bed, stretching out her long, white legs to hook out the scattered clothes under the bed. Without turning her head, she spoke indifferently.
"This is Los Angeles, not the Southern Bible Belt. Do you think I'm trying to steal your girlfriend's man? I just thought you were interesting last night, that's all."
Zik rubbed his aching, numb right arm, his tense nerves relaxing slightly. Clinging to a sliver of hope, he tentatively asked, "So—you'll keep it a secret, right?"
"Tsk, I didn't realize you were such a conservative man." She turned around, already composed, even a little teasing. "This is called Ephemerism, Zeke. Aren't you artists the most particular about this?"
"Don't worry, I won't tell the company, nor will I tell Judy. It won't do me any good. I came to the West Coast to enjoy life and build connections, not to create scandals. Besides, Judy is quite lovely..."
"I'm such an idiot..." Stacy felt a pang of guilt when she heard Judy mentioned.
Stacy smiled faintly, turned around and walked to the wardrobe, took out a brand new pair of underwear and hung it up, then turned her back to him and spoke softly.
"Zek, help me with this."
Qi Ke subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching her back, and deftly fastened the buckle for her.
Stacy walked slowly to the full-length mirror, twisted her waist to adjust the shape of her clothes, making the underwear more comfortable and fit her better. Through the mirror, she smiled and looked at the somewhat embarrassed Zeke behind her.
Do you like it?
Zik's cheeks flushed. Stacy was clearly a regular gym-goer, disciplined and self-controlled. His physique was full and well-proportioned, extremely muscular, and his visibly well-built body, combined with the extra fabric, made him even sexier than before, causing his blood to rush and making him quickly look away.
Stacy's smile deepened.
"Zek, please. Do you think I don't know who Evelyn is?"
"Last week I went shopping with Judy, and in the dressing room, the way she looked at me was anything but ordinary. I bet she's much more interested in me than you think."
"What?! What do you mean?"
"Don't look like you've been struck by lightning." Stacy sat on the edge of the bed, poked Zeke's lower abdomen, and reached down to tease him.
"I mean, Judy grew up in that house, so she's far more familiar with the intimate distance between women than a tough Italian like you."
"So stop dwelling on the betrayal and guilt. Maybe—she doesn't mind at all, and might even like you to invite me along."
"Don't talk nonsense," Zeke's breathing suddenly quickened as he retorted, "I've never noticed Judy having any of those tendencies! And don't touch me like that..."
Early in the morning, his blood was already surging, and after a bit of teasing, his body was already out of control. He hurriedly grabbed a thin blanket from the side and covered his legs to hide his embarrassment.
"Who do you think understands women better, you or me?" Stacy smiled, quite pleased with Zeke's reaction. She glanced at her watch. "It's only seven o'clock, plenty of time. Want to try again?"
Seeing Qi Ke's tense silence, she raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of provocation in her light laugh: "What, scared?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she lifted her leg and straddled Qike's lap, her warm body pressing tightly against his. Their breaths mingled, instantly creating an intimate atmosphere that left no room for escape.
Zik's Adam's apple bobbed, he glanced down and swallowed hard.
The alluring scenery is overwhelming, and the warm touch is real and clear. Who could resist this?
Youthful exuberance and the restlessness of the early morning instantly overwhelmed his remaining rationality. He gritted his teeth: "Bring it on! Who's afraid of who!"
As morning light streamed through the blinds, it created a play of light and shadow in the room, and a new wave of tenderness and entanglement began to spread.
After a vigorous morning workout, both of them were drenched in sweat and felt completely relaxed. They walked into the bathroom side by side and washed away the sweat and traces of their intimate moments together.
Stacy's candid and unrestrained avant-garde attitude made Zeke feel more and more that on the West Coast, in the free and open Hollywood and music industry, such casual indulgence and pursuit of immediate pleasure is the norm in the circle.
Without worldly constraints or strict moral shackles, all that matters is having fun.
After washing up, Stacy quickly tidied herself up, dressed neatly, and picked up her small bag.
"I have to go to a meeting at the company, I'll be going now. Your car is parked downstairs, the keys are in the entryway."
She walked to the door, placed her hand on the doorknob, suddenly stopped, and looked back.
The morning light fell on her face, and her smile was bright and radiant.
"By the way, let's meet up sometime. Zeke, you're amazing, I've never felt this way before."
The door closed gently, and the room returned to its spacious and quiet state.
Zik stood in front of the sink drying his hair, his heart filled with complex emotions.
A secret sense of pride and satisfaction quietly arose, only to be followed by some regret.
Two opposing figures instantly split in his mind, fiercely tugging and arguing. On one side was traditional morality, and on the other was the prevailing sexual liberation and freedom of the West Coast, tearing him apart and making him uneasy.
The little figure on the left is filled with terror and anxiety, frantically shouting: "She just said we'd meet up again when we're free! She wants to see you again! Reject her!"
No way! Just say you have an emergency, you need to go home to fix the pipes or do laundry, any excuse will do!
The little figure on the right, with a smug and disdainful expression, mocked, "Shut up, you old fogey! Look at your naivety! Rejection? Are you crazy?! This is Los Angeles, everyone in the music industry does it this way, it's the norm! Besides, Stacy's figure, sense of propriety, and emotional intelligence are all top-notch; she really knows how to please you!"
The little figure on the left completely broke down, so anxious he was incoherent: "Zick, you're finished! You're doomed! What about Judy? And that answering machine! What if Stacy calls back later and her voice is on the tape? That's evidence!"
Judy and Evelyn will come after you! You slept with her best friend! Damn, her mom's a lesbian! This industry is so messed up! I want to go home and eat my mom's pasta!
The little figure on his right calmly patted his left shoulder, his tone clear and realistic: "Wake up, buddy. You can't go back. You're a man with secrets now. And honestly—don't look so bitter and resentful, you were clearly having a blast just now!"
Two voices intertwined and argued endlessly in his mind, neither gaining the upper hand, making his head throb.
Zik shook his head violently, trying to shake the two little people out of his ears.
Looking at his own reflection in the mirror—a somewhat listless figure with a red mark on his neck—he muttered something to himself.
Parties are a killer!
I don't know if it's because I'm still drunk from last night, or if I ate something strange.
Just then, the noisy argument in his mind suddenly disappeared, replaced by a piercing hiss of electricity, and a lazy yet chilling electric guitar riff intro began in his mind.
He was overjoyed. Could this also be a way to reach the Apocalypse?
Then a male singer with a melancholic air slowly began to sing:
The world was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strangewhatdesirewillmakefoolishpeopledo
Inever dreamed that I "d meet somebody like you
What awicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
Toletmedreamofyou
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
Zik froze, and Stacy's parting words were now being sung again with perfect precision by the song.
Yes, how foolish and dangerous. He lit a new fire in another woman's bed, thinking he was participating in a revelry, but he turned out to be a fool led astray by desire.
NoIdon't want to fall in love
Noldon "twannafallinlove"
With you...
The song played on repeat in his mind, like a mockery of his current state of mind. He didn't want to fall in love with Stacy, didn't want to betray Judy, and most importantly, he didn't want to admit that he seemed to be falling for this feeling of being out of control...
He slammed his fist on the sink, making the cups clang loudly.
That's enough.
Zik turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face, not to wash away the lingering melody.
Rather, it's because the music video for this song... was filmed in a way that was just too erotic, with the visual style being almost entirely black and white, occasionally tinged with a warm yellow tone;
Giant waves, black sand, and low-lying, churning clouds create a scene reminiscent of a tropical island in a dream.
But the director is absolutely a master of skirting the line, no, he's practically a master!
The male singer and the female lead were almost shirtless, but the director used very clever composition and body language to keep everything on the edge of "almost visible", without actually exposing their nipples.
The female lead is a supermodel-level hot beauty, rolling and running on the sand wearing a black lace bra and panties.
They laughed and dodged away, then pressed closer again, the two of them entangled and chased each other like teenagers at the edge of the waves, almost kissing.
It was so tempting! It almost made little Qi Ke stand up straight again...
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