[Chapter 266: Reunion in the Restroom]
♫ I have a tale to tellSometimes it gets so hard to hide it wellI was not ready for the fallToo blind to see the writing on the wall ♫
The sound of music filled the air!
Onstage, Madonna energetically strummed her guitar, performing passionately while enthusiastic fans crowded around, singing along and transforming the once-quiet music bar into a lively scene.
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"Wow! This woman is acting so wild today, like a frisky cat. Link, does she really have a thing for you?" Quentin mused, stroking his chin.
"There's a possibility. After all, I've got a certain charm," Link joked.
"Don't get too cocky. Madonna is a bit of a wild one. They say many men can't handle her, and with your build..."
Quentin had intended to tease Link for being a bit soft, but he suddenly remembered that Link was dedicated to fitness and had a solid physique. Maybe he wouldn't be that easy to push around after all.
"Eh, having muscles isn't everything. You're no match for her," he said, a hint of envy in his voice.
Link chuckled and didn't want to argue about it further.
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"Hey, Link, you're drinking too?" Angelina Jolie approached with two of her non-mainstream friends.
"Yeah, just here to discuss some work. Are you here to have some fun?"
"Yep! No classes this weekend!" Angelina grinned as she nestled beside Link on the barstool.
Quentin watched the young, attractive Jolie with a pout. This guy didn't just attract older women; younger ones were also falling for him. What a player!
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Madonna, still strumming and singing, showcased her strong performance skills, captivating the stage with her powerful presence.
The crowd cheered for her, dancing and shouting in excitement.
As her performance wrapped up, the audience erupted with applause and cheers.
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"Hey, Link, do you like this gift?" Madonna approached, wiping the sweat from her brow.
"Thanks, Madonna! This is the best gift I've received!" Link hugged her, expressing his appreciation.
In truth, he didn't think Madonna was flirting with him; she just knew how to work a crowd.
As one of Hollywood's top directors and a movie studio owner, with a net worth in the billions, he had immense resources at his disposal. Madonna wasn't satisfied with the status quo and sought to achieve more in her career. He was undoubtedly a good partner for that.
Performing on stage was somewhat of a networking tactic. Taking it seriously could end up him being toyed with by her.
"Looks like you two have become good friends. That's nice," Quentin remarked, a bit sarcastically.
After Madonna exited the stage, actors Tim Roth and Salma Hayek arrived at the bar.
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Tim Roth, a British actor known for his roles in Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction, was set to gain fame as the lead in The Legend of 1900 and Abomination in the MCU. Salma Hayek, a Mexican actress, starred as the female lead in Robert's new film, Desperado.
Quentin gathered everyone to discuss a new movie, Four Rooms.
Link chatted briefly with them before he stood up to head to the restroom on the second floor.
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As a celebrity, he had to be cautious. Before he reached the VIP restroom, his bodyguards had already checked it to ensure that he wouldn't be swarmed by enthusiastic fans or have paparazzi capturing private moments.
"Cindy, I'll be right back," Nicole Kidman said, catching up with Link as he moved away.
But when Nicole reached the restroom door on the second floor, two bodyguards stood there, blocking outsiders from entering.
With a bright smile, Nicole claimed to be a friend of Link's, saying she needed to speak with him.
The bodyguards remained unmoved.
Annoyed, she called out, "Link, it's Nicole! Can I borrow the restroom for a moment?"
"Come in," Link responded, rinsing his hands at the sink, just as Nicole walked in, wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone, revealing a hint of her curves. She paired it with a blue-purple knee-length skirt that accentuated her slender waist and showcased her long, shapely legs in black stockings.
It seems she had been drinking, a slight blush colored her delicate cheeks. Her blue eyes appeared hazy, and while she walked a bit unsteadily, her high heels still firmly gripped the floor.
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"Hey, Link, did you expect to see me here?" she asked.
"Not at all. This is a surprise."
"Ha! Such a timid man," she teased with a playful glare before stepping into a stall.
"Goodbye, Nicole," Link waved as he prepared to leave, but suddenly, there was a thud from the stall, followed by Nicole's surprised exclamation, "Oops!"
It sounded like she had stumbled.
Link hesitated, shaking his head before turning back to the stall door, where he spotted Nicole sitting on the toilet seat, rubbing her ankle with a pained expression.
"Need some help?" Link asked.
Nicole reached out for his support, but as soon as he stepped into the stall, she stood up and pushed him against the wall, quickly shutting the door behind them. She pressed her chest against him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.
Link noticed her blue gaze shift from smug to melancholic, her fragrance filling the air.
"Link, am I ugly? Do you dislike me?"
"No, you're beautiful," he replied.
"Then why didn't you come out when I invited you?"
"Nicole, you're married. It's not appropriate."
"But I love you, so much. I follow your news, your novels, your movies. Even in my dreams, you're the leading man. I swear it's true! Do you believe me?"
Nicole's blue eyes misted over, giving her a sad, yearning look, reminiscent of a romance film heroine.
"I want to believe you, but you're Tom Cruise's wife."
"I don't want to be his wife. If I divorce him, will you accept me?"
"Of course, who would reject such a beauty?"
"Really? Then kiss me."
Nicole closed her eyes, her rosy lips angling towards him. All he had to do was lean down to taste the sweet allure.
Link remained unmoved, retracting his arm from her shoulders.
"Let's wait until you're divorced," he suggested.
"Wait!"
Just as Link tried to push the door open, Nicole blocked his way, smirking, "Link, this is your second time insulting me. The last time, I asked you out despite my pride, and you turned me down. This time, I want you to kiss me and you still refuse. You don't love me at all!
Since you're so cruel, let me tell you the truth; I'm not alone here today. Cindy Crawford and dozens of paparazzi are also waiting. You know how much she hates you because her husband became a shell of himself. I arranged it with her that as soon as I scream in this restroom, she will let the paparazzi rush in and take photos. Can your bodyguards stop them?"
Nicole smiled sweetly.
Ah~
Just as Link was about to push the door, Nicole let out a shriek.
"What are you doing?" Link frowned, questioning her.
With a triumphant smile, Nicole lifted her skirt and slowly sat back down on the toilet seat.
"I'm a person with a very strong sense of pride. I won't let anyone who has insulted me get away with it. Mr. Link, please kneel down and serve me. If I'm satisfied, I might consider letting you off the hook."
Nicole languidly shifted her body, flashing a smile as she opened her knees.
Link found himself smirking at her bold demeanor.
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In the bar, Cindy Crawford glanced at her watch, noticing that more than ten minutes had passed without any sign of Nicole. She looked up towards the second floor, hesitated for a moment, then headed upstairs.
At the VIP restroom door, she found two burly bodyguards -- Link's men.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and walked over, saying she was in a hurry to use the restroom.
The bodyguard, Wallace, politely turned her down, explaining that the restroom was out of order and suggested she go elsewhere.
"I really can't wait! I just need a minute," Cindy replied, feigning urgency as she cradled her abdomen.
"Sorry, ma'am, the restroom is broken," Wallace said flatly.
"You're Link's bodyguards, right? I know him; just tell him I need to use the restroom, and he'll definitely let me in."
"The restroom is broken," Wallace repeated, his expression unchanged, not even glancing at Cindy, the supermodel.
Cindy shot him an exasperated glare and stomped her foot as she walked to the staircase, lighting a cigarette.
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