Chapter 29: Gorgeous

A group of women turned to John and laughed pitifully. "Why do I feel weird?" two of them queried Kurt nonchalantly, licking their crimson lips at him. I take it that Phill is not a pimp?

"That's my baby, bah. These young models have recently arrived in Hollywood in search of work. In order to gain more visibility, these young women are keen to engage in sexual activity with you. The most crucial factor is these models' repute. Besides, they are well aware of it. When you go to a party like this, what will happen? Don't let their age fool you. Their fashion circles are much worse than their nicknames, which are merely flesh and blood. I asked Phill to locate these rookies. Fear not—they will simply become accustomed to it. Everything relies on your skills.

Kurt smiled obscenely as he teased.

John appeared composed on the outside, but his emotions were conflicted. What if all the goddesses who had adorned him in his former life were so intolerable? My heart's joy and longing gradually faded.

A group of women came around John after whispering. The majority of them had been in the fashion industry for a number of years, having been models since their teenage years. They could see certain things clearly. John was young, attractive, and well-off. The fact that he is well-known and an ideal lover is what matters most. These women's eyes are brimming with hostility as they gaze at John.

John couldn't help himself when he was surrounded by a bunch of tall, attractive women. His body was occasionally touched by fingertips, which nearly hardened him.

A wave of white blooms is all that is visible.

John was informed by both Lisa and Bare Faléli that they had recently arrived in Hollywood. He also learned from observation that Bare Falée lacked enthusiasm. Since Lisa wasn't his type, it was more significant. She can't compete with the other women, who are like wolves and tigers, because she's a newbie.

Brandy Dyke, with her golden hair, lovely appearance, and delicate face, is John's ideal.

When this Ohio girl arrived in Hollywood in 1987, she had recently signed a swimsuit deal with Sports Illustrated and was expecting to break into the film industry.

According to John's hazy memory, he was a Victoria's Secret model as well before being married to a tennis star.

Brandy Dyke is really attractive and has a flawless figure.

Standing 175 cm tall, the tiny bikini nearly squeezes out 36 cm. The skin is so sensitive that water may be squeezed out, and it feels meaty. It's really sexy.

Ultimately, the models that are eligible to sign the "Sports Illustrated" swimsuit edition are all extremely attractive and chubby.

As soon as others saw what was happening, they all unwittingly squeezed John and left to look for other victims.

As the women walked away, John watched their disgruntled expressions with a bitter smirk. All he could do was shrug at Brandy, who smiled sweetly at John.

The music grew louder, the party's atmosphere gradually heated up, and occasionally you could hear women screaming, men laughing obscenely, and the sound of water falling.

Additionally, John and Brandy Dyke had a very lovely conversation. There were no cunning plans behind this girl who was dubbed the "big breasted beauty" by the press. When she described her movie dream, she got delighted. John smirked in private at the slightly immature compliments that were sprinkled in.

To be honest, John didn't have the energy in Hollywood to fulfill a girl's movie dream, even if he understood why she wanted to please him. The only thing he could do was to pay her to flatter her. John would hook her up, regardless of her motivation. It made me quite glad to chew it with my mouth before discussing it.

Even though John believed that she would fail even if she were able to create a movie, he foolishly encouraged her because he saw that she wanted to succeed in Hollywood but was unsure about her future acting career. still brings the girl joy.

Five or six glasses of champagne later, the two engaged in a cheerful conversation. They eventually held hands and vanished by the pool. When two women watched this scene, they couldn't help but swear.

The couple vanished into the crowd, exchanging glances and thinking independently. There is no need to elaborate on the next course of events.

When Kenny and Joseph noticed the two slinking into a guest bedroom while holding hands, they grinned at one another, went to a table at the top of the stairs, and took a seat.

Joseph and Kenny could hear it from a distance, and those who were unaware assumed a murder had taken place. I'm not sure if this was because the house's sound insulation was poor or because the girl was overly thrilled and shouted too loudly.

After an hour, Brandy Dyke's rather raspy voice sounded to be saying "Are you a monster...beast" or something at intervals.

John left the room with a persistent look of discontent ten minutes later. He was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks when he emerged. In the light, his sharp, powerful, white muscles gleamed. As he approached, he saw that it was a layer of perspiration.

When John noticed that Kenny and Joseph were both giving him the thumbs up, displaying admiration and jealousy, he lifted his arms to display his powerful muscles, which was an intriguing display.

Kenny was left in charge of keeping an eye on the room and making sure no one entered. Brandy Dyke dozed off since she was already exhausted. He was so depressed that he believed she could wait.

He strolled toward the swimming pool after leaving the villa. He noticed a towering figure emerge in front of John as soon as he turned around the lawn. Behind him, Joseph was ready to move forward and use his body to stop John. John held out his hand as he blocked the impending individual. blocked.

John was able to see through the darkness since his five senses were enhanced. It was Marissa Ashwit, the model, who arrived. While making fun of her, I overheard a few other models referring to her as "Miss Sweetheart".

John found this lovely woman with a wicked body to be quite impressive. Marissa Ashwit is the ideal option in terms of both face and body, but she is also mature, attractive, and always radiates alluring allure, especially the breathtaking mountains. She was just too gorgeous.

But because Marissa Ashwit was a little older, John ultimately decided on Brandy Dyke. Kurt, the overweight man, informed him during the introduction that this woman was either nine or twenty-eight years old.

John doesn't dislike Yujie; rather, he finds the elder Yujie, who works in fashion, to be somewhat uncomfortable. However, it appears that this woman has not given up on getting in touch with him, and he is unsure of her motivation.

He didn't think that he would be instantly adored by someone like that. Perhaps she wanted to stop because of his youth, wealth, talent, and ideal figure.

I can't help but laugh; there ought to be a small amount.

The fact that the lady who assaults him takes the initiative nevertheless makes John delighted.

"Marissa Ashwit, just call me Marissa."

"John Smith, my friends call me John."

Then they exchanged glances, and Marissa said, "Let's have a drink together!?" as she softly opened her red lips, squinted her eyes, and tossed up her wavy golden hair.

"Haha, I thought I saw a nice bottle of red wine in the villa just now." Grinning, John moved over to give her a tight embrace before turning around and making his way back to the villa.

After another hour, the drowsy Brandy Dyke heard a woman in the adjacent room muttering weakly, "God... are you a monster? Aren't you exhausted?

Brandy Dykefelt her body being bounced up as the music outside grew louder. John was standing in front of her when she opened her eyes, but someone had been flung into the bed. "Marissa...why are you here?" she asked.

After spreading his hands to show that he had nothing to say, John hurried forward as though he had a revelation. They couldn't stop Brandy Dyke from kicking his legs furiously.

When John came downstairs the following day, he discovered the villa's disorganized state. He shrugged, although there was a lavish meal on the dining table that Joseph had just purchased from outside.

He took a seat alone and savored it slowly. He saw Brandy Dyke in a loose-fitting T-shirt and bare feet before he could consume a few bites. "How could you do this!" he yelled as he went downstairs in a fit of rage and spotted John standing in front of the dining table.

"Hi!" "Honey, won't you eat some?" John remarked, gesturing to the breakfast on the table. Now that you can eat a cow, I dare guess you're quite hungry."

After hearing John's kind remarks and seeing his bright smile, Brandy Dyke was shocked to learn that this was the same beast that had been tormenting her and Marissa the night before.