NIP Chapter 529 The Invitation from the Younger Sister
Chapter 529 The Invitation from the Younger Sister
For the next few days, Fu Yibai spent his time accompanying the two women on their sightseeing trip in Los Angeles.
After all, the next time I come here might be next year.
June 14th, morning.
Fu Yibai's phone vibrated on the bedside table.
He glanced at the time on the screen; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.
The caller ID on the screen read Elizabeth Olsen.
He gently removed Annie's arm from his chest, sat up in bed, and walked barefoot to the balcony outside the bedroom before answering the phone.
"Mr. Fu?"
The woman's voice came through the receiver.
Good morning, Miss Olson.
"I received an offer from Franchise Films."
Olsen's voice was filled with barely suppressed joy.
"My agent received a preliminary agreement yesterday for the Scarlet Witch standalone film."
"congratulations."
"Mr. Fu, I know that you appointed me."
Olsen's speaking speed increased slightly.
"Ms. Margaret's email clearly states that you personally recommended me to Charter Pictures."
I don't know how to thank you enough...
"You're welcome. It's because your image is suitable for the role of Wanda that I chose you."
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.
Are you still in Los Angeles?
"exist."
"I was wondering if you have time today so I could properly thank you."
Fu Yibai understood the implication in the woman's words.
"Okay, the address?"
Olsen gave a hotel name and room number.
"What time is it?"
"Three o'clock."
"I will be there on time."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Yibai turned and went back to his bedroom.
Annie rolled over, still half asleep, and asked whose phone call it was. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then talked about company matters.
Annie hummed in agreement and fell asleep again.
Scarlett was curled up in bed on the other side, showing no sign of waking up.
Fu Yibai went into the bathroom, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.
He left a note for the two women on the bedside table, telling them that he might not be coming back tonight.
At 2:50 p.m., Fu Yibai's car was parked in the underground parking lot of the Santa Monica hotel.
He took the elevator up to the ninth floor and found Olsen's room.
He knocked on the door three times.
The door opened from the inside.
Elizabeth Olsen stood in the doorway.
She wore a burgundy halter dress, the hem just past her knees, and her long brown hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.
She was a little thinner than last year, but her impressive breasts hadn't shrunk at all, and her curves were stunning under the outline of her sundress.
"Mr. Fu."
She stepped aside to make way for the doorway.
Fu Yibai walked into the room, where a bottle of red wine and two glasses were placed on the coffee table.
"Would you like a drink?" Olsen walked over to the coffee table.
"Can."
As she bent down to pour the wine, the view below her collar was completely exposed to Fu Yibai's eyes.
Fu Yibai took the red wine and took a small sip.
Olsen sat down next to him, her legs touching his, the hem of her sundress riding up a few inches.
But instead of pulling her skirt back, she pressed her body even closer to Fu Yibai.
"I've missed you ever since that night."
I thought I'd see you again soon.
"There were too many things going on last year."
How long will you be staying in Los Angeles this time?
"The flight is tomorrow afternoon."
Olsen paused for a second, then reached for the remote control on the coffee table and closed the curtains.
The electric curtains slid silently along the track, dimming the light in the room.
She stood up from the sofa, stood in front of Fu Yibai, and looked down at him.
"Then let's hurry up."
Olsen took the wine glass from Fu Yibai's hand and placed it on the coffee table.
She bent down, placed her hands on the back of the sofa, and trapped Fu Yibai between herself and the sofa.
Olsen kissed him somewhat hastily, his teeth lightly brushing against his lower lip.
Fu Yibai reached out and supported her waist.
Olsen straddled his lap and quickly unbuttoned his clothes and belt.
In the blink of an eye, all of their clothes fell to the floor.
Olsen lowered his head, his lips tracing a path down Olsen's collarbone...
The two became entangled all the way from the sofa to the bedroom bed.
After midnight, Olsen curled up in Fu Yibai's arms, his body covered in a fine layer of sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
Her breathing was still rapid, and with each rise and fall of her chest, her proud breasts gently rubbed against his chest.
Her eyes were closed, with undried tears still clinging to her eyelashes, her lips slightly parted, and a soft panting sound coming from her throat.
Her fingers rested limply on his waist, her fingertips still trembling slightly involuntarily.
Fu Yibai reached for the bottled water on the bedside table, unscrewed the cap, and held it to her lips.
Olsen opened his eyes and, with Fu Yibai's help, drank a few sips.
She licked her newly moistened lips and said thank you in a hoarse voice.
After resting for more than ten minutes, Olson came back to haunt him.
That night, Olsen became more and more proactive, as if he wanted to fill in the blanks of the past year.
As the sky turned grayish-white, she finally collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted.
Fu Yibai reached out and pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders. She mumbled something in her sleep and buried her face even deeper into the pillow.
After giving Olsen the address of Beverly Hills, Fu Yibai got up, dressed, and left the hotel.