"Why must be here?"

Sophie Marceau twisted his body slightly and wanted to roll to the other side of the big bed, but Duke held it firmly, "Sophie, see your special beauty under the light."

"Yeah?"

With his head raised, Sophie Marceau kissed Duke hard, hooked his hands around his neck, and said, "I like you to say that."

She could feel Duke's appreciation for her beautiful body. He was like the best lover, slowly stimulating her heartstrings. His technique was skillful and gentle, and he was simply the most ideal bed companion.

A big hand slowly stroked upwards along the straight legs. Suddenly the pain came to wake up the intoxicated Sophie Marceau. She found Duke's ear and took a bite on it.

"I like the rough way," she whispered.

"rough?"

Hearing Sophie Marceau's words, Duke's eyes lit up instantly, and the beast in his heart seemed to be almost awakened. Fortunately, he still remembered that the queen bee on the opposite side was a possible hurtful queen. He didn't want to really become a sadist, so he resisted the impulse in his heart.

Seeing that Duke was still so gentle, Sophie Marceau frowned slightly and said deliberately, "There have always been rumors about you and Madonna in the circle..."

"I've hit her."

In Hollywood, this is nothing, Duke admits directly, "It was what she asked for."

“I like this kind of game, too.”

Turning over and pushing Duke aside, Sophie Marceau sat up and did not forget to remind him, "Of course it's mild."

"You have such a requirement?"

After sorting out the shirt and trousers he had been wearing, Duke moved away from the place, Sophie Marceau looked at him, his eyes as if water was about to drip, and he hooked his fingers. "I like this."

Duke tilted his head at her, Sophie Marceau immediately understood and said, "I like you to treat me rudely, beat me, torture me. Humiliation me, and torture me in the craziest way...I..."

She turned around, changed to a kneeling position, raised her charming buttocks, and slapped her backhand hard on it, making a crisp and loud sound, leaving a bright red palm print.

"!" she shouted to Duke.

After all, the other party was not Madonna Cicone, and Duke didn't want to lose control himself again. He treated Sophie Marceau. He was just a way to treat Shania Donne. It was not a rough one, it was just a bit wild.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the bedroom became more and more high. Sophie Marceau seemed to feel something, his limbs tightly wrapped around Duke, "I'm in the safe period now!"

The two finally relaxed and walked into the bathroom together. Duke took a simple shower, pulled a large bath towel, wrapped it around, and walked out first.

After closing the bathroom door, he looked at the very clever DV camera hidden, and couldn't help but sigh that he had been too careful in the past few years, and Sophie Marceau was not abnormal. It seemed that he was thinking too much. After Sophie Marceau left tomorrow, he would burn the tape directly.

The facts also prove that he is just an ordinary man and cannot withstand the temptation of beautiful women at critical moments. Having said that, how many men in the world can withstand such temptation of Sophie Marceau?

Perhaps this French woman is just lonely and wants to pursue a stimulation.

Just as Duke was sitting by the bed and thinking about it, Sophie Marceau walked out of the bathroom. She was not wearing any clothes. Her perky buttocks were red, which contrasted with her snow-white skin, showing an alternative beauty.

With his left hand, Duke looked at her carefully. Even he had to admire that Sophie Marceau was really beautiful at this age, and she was not the kind of woman who was a very big difference between wearing clothes and taking off her clothes.

"What did you take, Sophie?"

Duke's eyes were so good that she saw a thin rope in her hand. Sophie Marceau untied the wrapped nylon rope from between her fingers, walked to this side, then kneaded the nylon rope into a ball and threw it over.

Subconsciously holding it in his hand, Duke looked at it in confusion and asked with a smile, "Dear, do you want to play a bundled game?"

“We’ve actually played it.”

Pulling over a chair, Sophie Marceau sat naked across the opposite side without caring about the pain on her butt. Duke didn't understand what she meant and asked in confusion, "Have you played? When have we played this kind of game?"

Sophie Marceau looked away from Duke and looked at his wrist, "Do you need me to tell you about the process?"

"This must be a very interesting story." Duke curled his lips and smiled. He looked like an ignorant fool no matter how he looked. "I guess there are not many people in the world who can enjoy the story of Sophie Marceau."

"I have always admired a young, tall, handsome and talented director, and then tried to get into his party. Although some friends had warned me that he had some bad habits, I still found him without hesitation."

It seemed to be telling an extremely romantic love story. Sophie Marceau's tone was warm and touching, "In front of everyone, I met him. Although we only talked for a few minutes, we were deeply attracted by each other, and I stayed at his request."

"I didn't expect that I would have the chance to be the leading actor."

Regardless of Duke's words, Sophie Marceau said directly, "We met in a reception room, and then he invited me to visit his home. We walked into his bedroom on the second floor. At this time, the young director revealed his true face, just like the terror in the rumors."

"fear?"

"Yes! Horror!"

As he said that, Sophie Marceau raised his wrist. Duke saw it clearly. There were several deep marks on it. He had seen it before, but he didn't care. At this time, he looked at the nylon rope in his hand and then at Sophie Marceau's wrist. He gradually understood something.

Sophie Marceau did not let him wait, and continued, "He resisted and struggled despite my opposition, tied me up with a nylon rope. He beat me, abused me, insulted me, and finally raped me. He was a demon!"

His fingers inadvertently slid through some purple parts of his body. They were particularly conspicuous on her snow-white body. Sophie Marceau brought his handbag from the side, "I was scarred and humiliated. I loved and hated him!"

"Ba, bha..."

Monotonous applause suddenly rang out. Duke slapped his palm and looked at the opposite side with admiration. "A very wonderful story, much more exciting than the films that I made and filmed by myself. If it were placed in San Fernando, those companies would definitely steal the head for it!"

"Thank you!" Sophie Maso took out his phone, pressed it a few times, and asked seriously, "I just pressed 911. Duke. Since I have received so much unfair treatment, should I call the police? The media must be very interested in such news."

She turned her phone around and Duke was able to see the small 911 numbers on the screen, and the white fingers Sophie Marceau placed on the sending key.

"Why?"

Since the other party did not call the police immediately, Duke believes that she will not press it for the time being. "Sophie, if you remember correctly, there seems to be no conflict between us. If you design a director like this, it will only make yourself unable to gain a foothold in Hollywood."

"You abused me and raped me." Sophie Marceau pointed below himself. "There are things you left behind, the scars you caused... Duke, you may become the second Roman Polansky! I am just a victim, I will continue my career strongly, and the public will also give me the greatest sympathy and understanding."

Duke smiled coldly. This French actress didn't fully understand Hollywood. Perhaps the methods she used in the European film industry can work, but in Hollywood it's just a delusion!

If she calls the police, things go in the direction she designs, and the public will indeed sympathize with her, understand her and even support her, but all the directors and producers in Hollywood will only spit on her! No mainstream movies will even enable her. She will be on the blacklist of all Hollywood directors!

Looking at Sophie Marceau, Duke had no intention of saying this, and he did not believe that this was Sophie Marceau's personal behavior.

"What do you want to get?" Duke asked directly, "or what do you want me to do?"

"Your talent is enviable. Your movies can be popular all over the world. You have made one actor after another famous actor." She took back her phone, "I have checked the script you registered with the Screenwriters Association. I want two of the heroines. If the conditions can be agreed, I ask to convene relevant personnel tonight and sign a formal agreement... Well, I also need to note the penalty for liquidated damages."

"Also, I can tell you who forced me to do all this."

Hearing Sophie Marceau’s words, Duke snorted coldly, “Mel Gibson or caa, I can’t think of anybody else’s need to do these.”

"Dear, you are really smart." Sophie Marceau laughed, unable to even feel the pain on his butt. She said directly, "I don't like caa at all now. They think I'm just their servant? Can I control me to do anything? I have signed an agency contract with them for almost a year, but they have done nothing for me and only have some short conditions."

Speaking of caa, Sophie Marceau's face gradually became gloomy. This incident made her feel unlimitedly disgusted towards caa. The conditions offered by caa were very attractive, but she wanted to get more realistic benefits.

Bernard Ross's new movie? It's just a project of a less-than-class director!

Nominations for Best Supporting Actress and Best Actress? Mel Gibson really thought the School of Film Arts and Sciences was opened?

She has ambitions and has come to Hollywood for fame and fortune, but the setbacks over the years tell her that it is more realistic than those extremely tempting promises that float in the sky.

Sophie Marceau had never thought about using his beauty to exchange for something, but after some understanding, he gave up this plan. Duke Rosenberg is an extremely realistic director. In his eyes, the attractiveness of female stars is far less important than the benefits of the movie. Can he become the heroine in his film by taking off his clothes and going to bed?

There are many actresses who have slept with him in Hollywood, but Naomi Watts is the only one who has become famous!

So, Sophie Marceau chose to stand in the middle of the scale and handle this matter in a way that is most beneficial to herself. She could get benefits from Duke Rosenberg, and backed up and please Caa in exchange for those promises that always have hope.

"Dear." She looked at Duke and asked, "Have you...got to be continued?" (To be continued...)

ps: Jinan is almost so hot recently. I went out for a while today. I still feel dizzy. I really don’t want to go out! We are like the manuscript. If there is no business trip or other unexpected situation, it will break out on the weekend~~~ Give me some votes, and encourage me~~
Chapter completed!