Made In Hollywood

"Why does it have to be here?"

Sophie slightly twisted her body, trying to roll to the other side of the bed, but Duke firmly held her in place. "Sophie, you look especially beautiful in this light."

"Really?"

Tilting her head, Sophie gave Duke a forceful kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck as she said, "I like it when you say that."

She could feel Duke's appreciation for her beautiful body. He was like the perfect lover, slowly plucking at her heartstrings, his technique both skilled and gentle—an ideal bed partner.

A large hand slowly moved up along her straight leg. Suddenly, a sharp pain startled Sophie out of her daze. She found Duke's ear and gave it a playful bite.

"I like it rough," she whispered.

"Rough?"

Hearing Sophie's words, Duke's eyes lit up, and it seemed like the beast inside him was about to awaken. However, he reminded himself that he was dealing with a woman who could sting like a queen bee. Not wanting to become an actual sadist, he restrained the impulse.

Seeing that Duke remained gentle, Sophie frowned slightly and deliberately said, "There have always been rumors about you and Madonna..."

"I hit her."

In Hollywood, that wasn't a big deal. Duke admitted it outright. "She asked for it."

"I like that game too."

Sophie turned and pushed Duke aside, sitting up. She didn't forget to add, "But only lightly, of course."

"Is that what you want?"

Adjusting his shirt and pants, Duke made room for her. Sophie looked at him with eyes that seemed to shimmer as she beckoned him with her finger. "I like it that way."

Duke tilted his head at her, and Sophie quickly understood, saying again, "I like it when you treat me roughly—hit me, torment me, humiliate me, and f*** me hard... in the most insane way."

She turned around, assuming a crawling position, and raised her enticing hips. With one hand, she gave herself a hard slap, producing a crisp, loud sound and leaving a red handprint behind.

"!" she called out to Duke.

Though she wasn't Madonna, Duke still didn't want to lose control with Sophie. He treated her the way he treated Shania Twain—not rough, but a little wild.

As time went on, the atmosphere in the bedroom became more intense. Sophie seemed to sense something, tightly wrapping her limbs around Duke. "I'm in my safe period right now!"

Finally, the two relaxed. They walked into the bathroom together. Duke took a quick shower, grabbed a large towel, wrapped it around himself, and was the first to step out.

After closing the bathroom door, he glanced at the cleverly hidden DV camera. He couldn't help but sigh at how overly cautious he'd become in recent years. Sophie didn't seem to have noticed anything unusual. Maybe he was just overthinking it. Once Sophie left the next day, he could burn the tape.

As it turned out, he was just an ordinary man, unable to resist the temptation of a beautiful woman when it counted. After all, how many men in the world could resist the allure of Sophie Marceau?

Perhaps the Frenchwoman was just lonely and seeking some excitement.

As Duke sat on the edge of the bed, thinking this, Sophie emerged from the bathroom, completely naked. Her firm, round hips were still red, contrasting sharply with her fair skin, creating a unique beauty.

Propping his chin up with one hand, Duke carefully admired her. Even he had to admit that Sophie Marceau was incredibly beautiful at this age. And she wasn't like Charlize Theron, who looked drastically different with and without clothes.

"What are you holding, Sophie?"

Duke's keen eyes spotted a thin rope in her hand. Sophie walked over, unwinding the nylon rope from her fingers and tossed it over to him.

Instinctively catching it, Duke looked at it in confusion and laughed, asking, "Sweetheart, are you suggesting a bondage game?"

"We've already played it."

Sophie pulled up a chair and, ignoring the pain in her hips, sat down naked across from him. Duke didn't understand what she meant and asked in confusion, "Played it? When did we play such a game?"

Sophie moved her gaze from Duke to her wrist. "Do I need to explain the process to you?"

"It must be an interesting story." Duke chuckled, looking like a clueless fool. "I'm sure not many people in the world have the privilege of hearing a story from Sophie Marceau."

"I've long admired a young, tall, handsome, and talented director. So, I found a way to get into one of his parties. Some friends warned me about his bad habits, but I still sought him out without hesitation."

In what sounded like a beautiful love story, Sophie's tone was both warm and moving. "We met in front of everyone. Even though we only talked for a few minutes, we were deeply attracted to each other, and I stayed at his request."

"I didn't expect to play the lead role."

Ignoring Duke's comment, Sophie continued, "We met again in a sitting room, and then he invited me to see his home. We went up to his bedroom on the second floor, and that's when the young director revealed his true face, just as terrifying as the rumors."

"Terrifying?"

"Yes, terrifying!"

As she spoke, Sophie raised her wrist. Duke could clearly see the deep marks on it, marks he had noticed earlier but hadn't paid attention to. Looking at the nylon rope in his hand and then at Sophie's wrist, he started to understand.

Sophie didn't make him wait. She continued, "Ignoring my protests, resistance, and struggles, he tied me up with a nylon rope. He hit me, abused me, humiliated me, and finally raped me. He's a monster!"

Her fingers casually brushed over some bruises on her body, the purple marks stark against her pale skin. Sophie grabbed her handbag from the side. "I was battered and humiliated. I both love and hate him!"

*Clap, clap...*

Suddenly, the sound of slow clapping broke the silence. Duke applauded, looking at her with an expression of admiration. "What a brilliant story! Far more exciting than any of the films I've written and directed. If this were put out in San Fernando, those companies would fight to get it!"

"Thank you!" Sophie pulled out her phone, tapping on the screen before seriously asking, "I just dialed 911. Duke, since I've suffered so much unfair treatment, shouldn't I report it to the police? I'm sure the media would be very interested in this story."

She turned the phone around, showing Duke the numbers 911 on the screen and her pale finger hovering over the send button.

"Why?"

Since she hadn't pressed the button yet, Duke believed she wouldn't call right away. "Sophie, if I'm not mistaken, there's been no conflict between us. Framing a director like this will only get you blacklisted in Hollywood."

"You abused me. You raped me." Sophie pointed to her lower body. "There's evidence of you here, and the marks you left on me... Duke, you could become the next Roman Polanski! I'm just a victim, and I'll bravely continue my career, winning the public's sympathy and support."

Duke let out a cold laugh. This French actress clearly didn't fully understand Hollywood. Maybe these tricks worked in the European film scene, but in Hollywood, it was pure fantasy!

If she called the police and things played out the way she wanted, the public might sympathize with her. But every director and producer in Hollywood would despise her. No major production would hire her again. She'd end up on every director's blacklist!

Looking at Sophie, Duke had no intention of explaining all this to her. He didn't believe this was her own idea.

"What do you want?" Duke asked directly. "Or what do you want me to do?"

"Your talent is enviable. Your films are global hits, and you've made many actors famous." She put her phone away. "I've looked over the scripts you've registered with the Writers Guild. I want the lead roles in two of them. If we can reach an agreement, I want a formal contract signed tonight... and a penalty clause for breach of contract."

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

Hearing this, Duke scoffed coldly. "Mel Gibson or CAA? I can't think of anyone else who'd have a reason."

"Darling, you're as sharp as ever." Sophie smiled, even forgetting the pain in her hips. She continued, "I don't like CAA at all right now. Do they think I'm just their servant? That they can control me to do whatever they want? I've been with them for nearly a year, and they haven't done anything for me, just empty promises."

When Sophie mentioned CAA, her face darkened. The whole situation had made her dislike CAA even more. They had made enticing offers, but she wanted something more tangible.

Bernard Rose's new film? Just a project from an unremarkable director!

Nominations for Best Supporting Actress and Best Actress? Did Mel Gibson really think the Academy Awards were run by CAA?

She had ambition and desire. She had come to Hollywood for fame and fortune, but years of setbacks had taught her that something tangible in hand was far better than enticing but unreachable promises.

Sophie had considered using her beauty to get what she wanted, but after learning more about Duke, she abandoned that idea. Duke Rosenberg was an extremely pragmatic director. To him, the appeal of a female star paled in comparison to box office

"Honey." She looked at Duke and asked, "Have you... thought about it?"

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