I’m in Hollywood

Then get up quickly, I made porridge, I hope you will like it, Elizabeth said, leaving a faint smile and turning to leave.

Julia stretched her neck and looked out through the crack of the door that was not closed. She didn't find the girl, so she wrapped her body in a blanket and rushed to the bathroom. She didn't have the carefree temperament of Elizabeth. , I am not used to showing my body in front of someone I have only known each other for a day, even if the other person is of the same sex.

Twenty minutes later, Julia put on a loose light green long dress and appeared in the dining room. Elizabeth had already divided her breakfast. When she saw Julia walking in, she just nodded at the girl and remained seated at the dining table. With a roll of newspaper in his hand, he watched and ate while watching himself, and he didn't look like he was an outsider.

Julia didn't mind either. She sat down on the other side, picked up a piece of toast, smeared some peanut butter and ate a few bites, and then tasted the white porridge in the bowl.

Did you sleep well last night? the girl opposite suddenly said.

Ah, when... Of course, Julia replied quickly, for some reason, she felt a little guilty, but she couldn't remember why, her drunken memory had become a blurred mess.

If possible, I advise you that it is better not to have another time. Elizabeth said meaningfully.

Next... what next time? Julia looked at the girl opposite and blinked.

Drunk, stop being drunk.

Julia seemed to realize something: I...did I do something bad last night?

Elizabeth nodded without shyness: Yes.

Oh my God. Julia slapped her forehead sharply: This is bad, in case it gets out, in case...

Don't worry. No, Elizabeth shook her head gently without raising her head, turning a page of the newspaper in front of her.

Um?

I don't think that Mr. jerk will spread the word. Elizabeth wrote lightly.

Julia's eyes widened: Bastard... Sir, you mean... Eric.

bingo!

Julia hesitated for a while,

The tone even became a little stuttering: Then...that, Liz. I...in the end, what the hell did I do?

It's not too outrageous. You're just wrapping around that bastard, crying and begging him to kiss you.

Oh, God! Julia groaned in distress, cradling her head on the table. It banged a few times on the solid wood table top.

Seeing the girl's reaction, Elizabeth couldn't help but smile: Don't bump it, it doesn't hurt to break the wood.

After a while, Julia raised her head, reached out and pulled the glass jug in the center of the dining table to get herself a glass of cold white water, poured it down, took a few deep breaths, and then summoned up her courage: That, Liz. It's okay. Can you tell me in detail what happened last night?

Are you sure you want to listen? Elizabeth asked back.

Suppressing the thought of flinching, Julia nodded.

Elizabeth had a very good memory and was not drunk last night. So from the time the girl started complaining about Eric, she talked about it one by one, and added a lot of small details vividly.

I... I even said what I dreamed about? Julia looked like she wanted to collapse, looking at Elizabeth with hope and hope, as if she wanted to hear the other party's negative answer.

Um, Elizabeth said, holding up the bowl and drinking the porridge. Hearing Julia's question, he nodded vaguely in response.

Julia slammed her head on the table again: It's over. It's over. I have no face to live, how can I see people.

Elizabeth finished the last mouthful of white porridge, wiped the corner of her mouth, and asked with a curious look, Julia, does Eric Williams really have that kind of perverted hobby? He likes it. Hit a woman?

No, the girl lying on the table replied in a muffled voice.

Elizabeth seemed relieved: So, those are all your sexual fantasies. I thought he was really a pervert. That would be disgusting. Originally, I was quite interested in him.

Liz, stop talking about this, okay? I want to die now.

It's nothing. Who stipulates that women can't have sexual fantasies. Haha, but yours is really special. You actually want him to hit you.

It was just a dream, Julia explained feebly, holding her head.

Dream is a convenient and quick form of virtual realization of human desires. It is essentially the same as a waking fantasy, except that fantasy is controllable, but dreams are arbitrary, but if you don't have this idea in your heart, I wouldn't have such a dream.

Hmm hum hum... The girl cried a few times, as if I was about to cry if you said it again.

Elizabeth no longer held on to this matter, and changed the subject on her own initiative: Julia, are you in love with him?

Julia bounced, obviously the girl was more sensitive to this topic: No, of course not, I hate him.

Oh, Elizabeth replied noncommittally, and wisely didn't ask any further, otherwise she might be kicked out by the crazy woman, and at the same time she muttered in her heart that this reaction was really 'hate' to the extreme.

Julia stared straight at Elizabeth, her fingers resting on the edge of the table, pressing down slightly, as if eager to do something. After waiting for a while, I found that the girl on the other side didn't have a text, and the sigh of relief quickly let out, and said sternly: I just...actually...

Forget it, Julia, hurry up and have breakfast, I think your life is too boring to think about all day. How about going shopping after breakfast? I can borrow a private jet and we can fly directly there. Manhattan, Fifth Avenue is a shopping paradise, and I will take you to some parties at night to introduce you to some young people, maybe they are not as good as Eric Williams, but the family must be richer than each other.

I've met a few of those people at a lot of parties. Either they're too old, or they're self-righteous guys, relying on the family's wealth to spend money on the outside world, and I even doubt whether they will be able to pay for inheritance in the future. The property of a generation, the United States has to pay taxes before inheriting the inheritance. I heard that many children of rich families can only donate a large amount of inheritance because they cannot pay the huge inheritance tax.

Hehe, what you said is only a very small number, Elizabeth laughed. As long as you use a little thought, there are countless ways for those billionaires to pass on sufficient assets to the next generation smoothly.

The topic unknowingly turned away from the embarrassing incident last night, and the two slowly started chatting and chatting.

Liz, how are you wearing this shirt, don't you think the one on your body is a bit big? After breakfast, the two girls got into Julia's cloakroom and began to choose clothes. They were about the same figure and height. , so there is no question of size.

However, I prefer looser clothes, this one is good, Elizabeth didn't want to change it, she was still wearing only her bottoms. She had two bare white thighs and stood beside her, pulling another coat. Closet, self-selected trousers.

Julia pursed her lips, thinking about how to make the girl take off her shirt without noticing anything strange.

Well, these trousers are good, that's all, Elizabeth took a pair of khaki casual trousers from the wardrobe, put them on her waist, and put them on immediately.

Yes, it looks good, Julia rolled her eyes: However, I think khaki pants look better with a light blue top, pink is fine, white is more awkward, the girl said, Quickly took down two small shirts from the wardrobe in front of him, moved to Elizabeth and gestured: Look!

Elizabeth blinked, looked at the two small women's shirts in front of her, and then looked at this one on her body. Suddenly, she lifted the hem and took off the large white shirt from her body, leaving only one shirt all over her body. White panties, while yelling: Whoa, whoa, that's disgusting, I get it, this must be the clothes of that bastard Eric Williams, it's disgusting, bah, bah, God. Hey! (To be continued)