Chapter 159 Game (Subscribe)

Chapter 159 Game (Subscribe)

You've always been my idol, Sikoni...

Madonna!

The Madonna on the opposite side reminded him that Duke had to change his name, Miss Madonna, you have always been my idol. I was in high school and liked your songs very much.

What about now? Don't you like it now?

Completely ignoring everyone else in the banquet hall, Madonna, who was wearing a low-cut, high-slit evening dress with a corset, took another step forward. Duke frowned in secret. After a lap, when he wanted to act independently, the spokesperson of The. Material. Girl actually stopped him and looked very interested.

You're a pop icon all over the world...

When he said this, Duke suddenly felt that one of Madonna's fingers, through the thin shirt, kept drawing circles around his strong chest muscles.

This man's boldness is well-known in the United States. Duke didn't want to do anything rude in public, especially when his mother was not far away. He quickly took a step back and opened the distance between the two sides.

Please pay attention to the occasion! He lowered his voice to remind.

Madonna laughed suddenly, tilting her head slightly, like a hunter admiring the most delicious prey, her eyes kept circling Duke, as if no one else was around, she could pounce at any time.

Duke has frowned. He used to look at those beautiful women in this way, but now his position is reversed and he feels extremely uncomfortable.

Of course, it also has something to do with people. If the person opposite is not Madonna, Duke will not feel that way.

People in the circle actually know very well that Madonna is a standard bisexual. To use a certain sentence in the past, she lived a life of three thousand faces, and she always appeared to be particularly strong. Such a woman is naturally not. Will please a strong man.

What's more, in the banquet hall, those angels took off the stage makeup, put on exquisite evening makeup, and shuttled among the crowd, their young and beautiful appearance was much more attractive than Madonna.

I just want to play a game with you.

Probably seeing Eno Martin approaching, Madonna leaned closer, whispered something, turned and walked away.

Looking at the petite back in the distance, the displeasure in Duke's eyes was fleeting, and when Eno Martin stretched out his hand, he put on a smile.

The two chatted a bit about Saving Private Ryan, and then Eno Martin suggested, It's a little messy here, let's change places?

Presumably the other party has something important to discuss, Duke nodded, and the two left the banquet hall, turned a corridor, took the elevator to the upper floor, and randomly asked for a lounge.

Sitting on the two single sofas, Eno Martin didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the topic, Duke, what do you think of CAA and Martin Bob?

Duke smiled lightly, but did not answer, but looked at Eno Martin.

Frankly speaking, I have a conflict of interest with Martin Bob in CAA. Eno Martin is not a fool, he first talked about his own situation, After Michael Ovitz left office, Bob and I were The person most likely to run CAA, his track record is not better than mine, but the qualifications are incomparable to me, and I have lost the competition.

I've heard of it.

CAA's fierce internal competition last year, Duke also heard some from Nancy, You can go on.

Although there is not much contact between the two sides, but the other party can achieve such success in Hollywood, and has won several fierce competitions, Eno Martin is very clear that the young director in front of him is definitely not a simple person.

You don't seem to pay attention to the propaganda in the media, and you may not have heard of it. He showed an inexplicable smile, The project Martin Bob packaged for Paramount is Mel Gibson's Braveheart, It's coming out the weekend before Memorial Day, and Viacom's media has been building it for a while.

He paused, his smile turned bright, I heard Tom mention that Saving Private Ryan is also planned to be released at this time?

That's right! Duke nodded.

His face was as usual, and there was no change. Although he did not notice the news that the other party said before, he did not care too much. Presumably Warner and Fox did not inform him, and thought it was unnecessary. After all, he is now a first-class commercial film director. And Mel? Gibson is just a rookie director.

I would love to see the project led by Martin Bob fail. Eno Martin said indifferently, every time he fails, the capital will be reduced by one point. Michael Ovitz has been in charge of CAA for more than ten years, I can Don't want to wait for Martin Bob for more than ten years!

Duke laughed, but still didn't say anything.

Martin Bob is your enemy, Duke! Eno Martin looked Duke in the eye, As long as he controls CAA for one day, he will be a potential threat to you...

Raising his hand, Duke interrupted Eno Martin's words, also in a calm tone, What substantial benefit do I have?

The friends and enemies are all false. As long as the profit is large enough, he can cooperate with Martin Bob. Presumably Martin Bob, who has worked hard in Hollywood for so many years, will have the same idea when he arrives.

The expressions of the two gradually became serious, and their voices became lower and lower, so low that only they could hear them.

In the corridor on this floor, the elevator just opened, Madonna Cicconi pulled a man out, and the two turned to the lounge while talking and laughing. Just after turning the corner, Madonna was originally on the male companion. His eyes suddenly became brighter, and just more than ten feet ahead, a middle-aged man and a young man walked out of a lounge one after another.

The middle-aged man she knew was Eno Martin, the famous agent of CAA, and the younger one was Duke Rosenberg who aroused her interest in the banquet hall...

Eno Martin walked to the other side of the corridor, Duke Rosenberg with his back to this side, standing at the door of the open-door lounge, talking to a waiter, as if he was tipping.

Madonna let go of the hand holding her male partner and said coldly, Hugh Grant, you can go!

Why...why? The man was puzzled.

What do you think you can compare to Duke Rosenberg?

Abandoning these indifferent words, Madonna walked forward without looking back, targeting the tall and strong back.

Holding the wallet, Duke was rummaging for the change, and suddenly a white and tender hand stretched out behind him and shoved a large bill directly into the waiter's hand, No need to look for it.

thanks!

The waiter was very winking, turned his head and left.

Raising his head, Duke was just about to look when he was pushed by the other party. It didn't match the petite body. This woman was very strong. In addition, he was unprepared and was pushed directly into the lounge with the door still open.

Immediately afterwards, the door slammed shut, and a petite and hot body was already attached.

Although the time was extremely short, Duke had already seen who was coming. He didn't expect Madonna Cicconi to find this place relentlessly.

He squeezed the other's arms and pulled the woman away from his body little by little.

Treat a beautiful lady like this. Madonna looked at him with undisguised fire in her eyes, Don't you think it's too rude?

That's also divided! Duke's voice turned cold.

Madonna's body twisted back and forth, like a beauty snake, trying to get out of his control, Duke put a little more strength on his hands, and according to common sense, let alone a woman, even a man should feel obvious. Pain, but Madonna giggled instead.

I like your roughness, try harder!

Her tongue slid back and forth around her mouth a few times, and suddenly she turned her head and bit Duke's left wrist. Even through the dress coat and shirt, Duke felt a tingling in his wrist and was entangled from the banquet hall. The impatience that had arisen from time to time turned into anger.

Fortunately, he still remembered that the opposite was a woman, and his education from childhood to adulthood also subconsciously reminded him not to go too far. He just pushed Madonna out with both hands.

The eldest sister in the pop music world took several steps back in a row, probably because the high heels she was stepping on were too high, her left foot crooked, and she fell on the carpet.

Right, that is it!

Not only was this woman not angry, but she giggled, her tongue passing between her upper and lower teeth, as if she was thinking about something, You taste very good! I really want to taste your blood!

Duke felt a chill, and before he could react, Madonna kicked off her high heels and stood up, Duke, why don't we play a game!

Do you like this kind of game? Duke had already guessed what she meant by the game.

Madonna put her hands on her waist, and walked towards this side, while taking off the small belt that was matched with the evening dress, holding the belt buckle with her right hand, and slowly brushing her left hand from the belt, looking very obsessed.

The distance between the two was not far, Madonna gradually approached Duke, the smile on her face was as innocent as a girl, and her petite figure looked weaker than that of an angel. Against her background, she kept looking at her coldly. Duke looked unusually tall and stern, like a demon carved out of marble.

However, in Hollywood, maybe the devil is really the devil, but the angel is definitely not an angel!

Just as she was approaching this side, Madonna suddenly raised her right hand and raised the small belt, Duke, who had been standing still, seemed to have become her most delicious food.

Maybe others will not dare to do anything because of Madonna's fame; maybe in the eyes of other men, playing such a game after the first day of the pop music world will be interesting; maybe some people will enjoy the process...

However, Duke is definitely not in this category!

Without waiting for Madonna's arm to fall, Duke took a step forward, grabbed her wrist directly, twisted her shoulder with the other hand, twisted her hand behind his back, and at the same time pushed forward with force, pushing him forward. Madonna was pinned on the back of a chair.

Just like the quarterback he used to be in the academy, Duke was nimble, quick and powerful. In just over ten seconds, he twisted Madonna's hands in front of her belly, tied it tightly with the belt, and pulled it apart. Her thin evening gown was torn into two strips of cloth, and she unceremoniously turned her back to herself and tied it to the back of the high-back chair.

You'll enjoy this game, Miss Madonna!

Come on then!

Whether it was excitement or fear, Madonna's voice was shaking.

Unfastening the belt around his waist, he folded it in half and held it in his hands. Duke stared at Madonna's back with indifferent eyes.