Chapter 158: Game (subscription required)

"You have always been my idol, Sikoni girl..."
"Madonna!"
The opposite Madonna reminded him that Duke had to change his name, "Miss Madonna, you have always been my idol. I was in high school and I liked your songs very much."
"What about now? Don't you like it now?"
Ignoring the others in the banquet hall completely, Madonna, wearing a low-cut and high-slit evening dress with a waist belt, took a step closer. Duke frowned in secret. He did not expect to accompany his mother to socialize in the banquet hall. After the lap, when he wanted to act independently, the spokesperson of "the." actually stopped him, still looking very interested.
"You are a pop idol in the world..."
When talking about this, Duke suddenly felt that a finger of Madonna was drawing circles around his strong chest muscles through the thin shirt.
This bold and unrestrained man is well-known throughout the United States. Duke didn't want to do anything rude in public, especially when his mother was not far away, so he quickly took a step back and opened the distance between the two sides.
"Please pay attention to the occasion!" he reminded in a low voice.
Madonna laughed suddenly and tilted her head slightly, like a hunter admiring the most delicious √↖, prey, her eyes kept spinning on Duke, as if there was no one else around, she could pounce at any time.
Duke has already frowned. He used to look at those beautiful women with this kind of eyes. Now he is inverted and feels extremely uncomfortable.
Of course, this also has something to do with people. If the person opposite is not Madonna, Duke will not feel this way.
In fact, everyone in the circle knows that Madonna is a standard bisexual. To use a certain sentence in the past to describe, living a life of three thousand faces, and always appear to be particularly strong, such a woman will naturally not please strong men.
Besides, in the banquet hall, the angels removed their makeup. Putting on exquisite evening makeup and socializing among the crowd, her young and beautiful appearance is much more attractive than Madonna.
"I just want to play a game with you."
Probably seeing Inno Martin approaching, Madonna leaned closer, whispered, turned and walked away.
Seeing the petite figure in the distance, the unhappiness in Duke's eyes was fleeting, and when Ino Martin stretched out his hand, he changed into a smile.
The two chatted about "Saving Private Ryan". Then Eno Martin proposed, "There is a mess here, shall we change place?"
Presumably the other party had something important to discuss, Duke nodded, and the two left the banquet hall, turned a corridor, took the elevator to the upper floor, and asked for a lounge.
Sitting on two single sofas. Ino Martin didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the subject. "Duke, what do you think of Caa and Martin? Bob?"
Duke smiled faintly, but did not answer. Instead, he looked at Ino Martin.
"Frankly speaking, Martin Bob and I have a conflict of interest in caa." Ino Martin is not a fool, and first talked about his own situation. "After Michael Ovitz left office, Bob and I were the most likely candidates to control caa. His performance was not stronger than me, but the qualifications were beyond me. I lost the competition."
"I've heard of it."
The fierce internal competition of caa last year. Duke also heard something from Nancy, "You can continue."
Although there is not much contact between the two parties, the other party can achieve such success in Hollywood and have won several times in fierce competition. Ino Martin knows that the young director in front of him is definitely not a simple character.
"You don't seem to pay attention to the publicity in the media, and you may not have heard of it." He smiled inexplicably. "Martin Bob's packaged project for Paramount, just Mel Gibson's "Brave Heart", It will be screened on the weekend of Memorial Day. Viacom’s media has been building momentum for some time."
He paused, and his smile turned bright. "I heard Tom mentioned that "Saving Private Ryan" is also scheduled to be released at this time?"
"Yes!" Duke nodded.
His face remained as usual, without any change. Although the other party did not notice the news before, he did not care too much. Presumably, Warner and Fox did not notify him, and they thought it was unnecessary. After all, he is now a first-rate commercial film director. And Mel Gibson is just a new director.
"I really want to see Martin Bob's project fail." Ino Martin said lightly, "Every time he fails, his 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 said nothing.
"Martin? Bob is your enemy, Duke!" Ino Martin looked into Duke's eyes, "As long as he controls the caa for a day, it will be a potential threat to you..."
Raising his hand, Duke interrupted Ino Martin's words, also in a calm tone, "What substantive benefit do I have?"
Talking about friends and enemies is all imaginary. As long as the income is large enough, he can work with Martin Bob. Martin Bob, who has worked hard in Hollywood for so many years, will have the same idea.
The expressions of the two became more serious, and their voices became lower and lower, so low that only they could hear them.
In the corridor on this floor, the elevator had just opened, Madonna Sikoni pulled a man out, and the two of them turned to the lounge, talking and laughing. They just turned the corner. Madonna was on her male partner. Suddenly, his eyes became brighter, and just over ten feet in front, a middle-aged man and a young man walked out of a lounge one after another.
She knew the middle-aged man, Caa’s famous agent, Eno Martin, and the young one was Duke Rosenberg who aroused her interest in the banquet hall...
Ino Martin walked to the other side of the corridor. Duke Rosenberg, with his back to this side, was standing at the door of the open lounge, talking to a waiter, seeming to be tipping.
Madonna let go of the hand holding her boyfriend and said coldly, "Hugh Grant, you can go!"
"Why... why?" The man was puzzled.
"In what way do you think you can compare with Duke Rosenberg?"
Throw away this indifferent word. Madonna walked forward without looking back, aiming at the tall and strong back.
Holding the wallet, Duke was looking for change, and suddenly he stretched out a white hand behind him, and directly stuffed a large bill into the waiter's hand, "No need to look for it."
"Thank you!"
The waiter was very winking. Turn around and leave.
Lifting his head, Duke was pushed by the opponent just as he wanted to see it. It didn't fit with the petite body. The woman was very strong, and he was unprepared, and was pushed directly into the lounge with the door still open.
Immediately afterwards, the door slammed shut, a petite and hot body. It has been posted.
Although the time was very short, Duke had already seen clearly who the person was. He didn't expect Madonna? Sikoni to find this place reluctantly.
He squeezed the opponent's arms and pulled the woman away from his body bit by bit.
"Treat a beautiful lady like this." Madonna looked into his eyes with an unabashed flame, "Don't you think it's too rude?"
"That's also going to be 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 bit of strength on his hands, and calculated according to common sense. Don't say it's a woman, even a man should feel obvious pain, but instead Madonna laughed.
"I like your rudeness very much, try harder!"
Her tongue slid back and forth around her mouth several times, then suddenly turned her head and bit Duke's left wrist hard. Even through the dress jacket and shirt, Duke felt a tingling pain in his wrist. The impatience that came from being entangled in the banquet hall turned into anger at this time.
Fortunately, he still remembered that the opposite was a woman, and the education from childhood to childhood also subconsciously reminded him not to be too much. Just using both hands, she pushed Madonna out.
This pop music elder sister stepped back several steps in a row, probably because the high heels she was stepping on were too high, her left foot tilted, and she fell onto the carpet.
"Yes, exactly!"
Not only was the woman not angry, but she laughed, her tongue darts between her upper and lower teeth, as if she was reminiscing something, "You taste very good! I really want to taste your blood!"
Duke had a chill. Before he could react, Madonna kicked off her high heels and stood up directly, "Duke, why don't we play a game!"
"Do you like playing this kind of game?" Duke had guessed what she meant by the game.
Madonna put her hands on her waist and walked this way. She took off the small belt that matched her evening dress. Holding the belt buckle with her right hand, she slowly brushed her left hand across the belt, showing an extremely obsessive look.
The distance between the two is not far, Madonna gradually approached Duke, her smile on her face was as innocent as a girl, and her petite figure looked weaker than an angel. Against her, she kept looking at her coldly. Duke looked very tall and cold, like a demon carved out of marble.
However, in Hollywood, perhaps the devil is really a devil, but an angel is definitely not an angel!
As she approached this side, Madonna suddenly raised her right hand and raised the little belt. Duke, who had been standing still, seemed to have become her most delicious food.
Maybe others will be afraid to do anything because of Madonna's reputation; maybe in the eyes of other men, playing such a game after the first day in the pop music world will be fun; maybe some people will enjoy this process...
However, Duke is definitely not in this rank!
Before Madonna’s arm fell, Duke took a step forward and directly grabbed her wrist, holding her shoulder with the other hand, twisting her hand to the back, and pushing forward at the same time. Madonna was pressed on the back of a chair.
Just like the quarterback in the academy before, Duke is agile, quick and powerful. In just ten seconds, he twisted Madonna's hands to her lower abdomen, tied it firmly with the belt, and then pulled it apart. Her thin evening dress was torn into two strips, and she unceremoniously turned her back to herself and tied it to the back of the high-back chair.
"You will enjoy this game, Miss Madonna!"
"Come on then!"
Not knowing whether it was excitement or fear, Madonna's voice was shaking.
Untie the belt around his waist, fold it in half and hold it in his hand. Duke's indifferent eyes fixed on Madonna's back. (To be continued...)