Because the curtains were obstructing the light, the bedroom appeared somewhat dark. Julia whose schedule had been stable for quite a while felt out of it, she rolled over and took a look at her watch. After seeing the time, she subconsciously sat up, thinking she was late for work.
It took her a minute to recall where she was and what had happened last night, after which she sighed, relaxed, and laid back down.
Looking around, the man who had exhausted her body to the point of frustration wasn't around. If not for the fact that she woke up in his bedroom, she'd think that the whole situation was a dream.
Rather, more like a nightmare really, in which a demon-like man had slowly but surely lured her into his abyss.
Her thoughts a mess, Julia got out of bed, her body bare. Looking at her clothes scattered all over the ground, she gritted her teeth in resentment; whether it be her shirt, bra, panties or even her sturdy jean, they were all torn to some degree.
One could imagine how intense the previous night's battle must have been.
Reluctantly putting her slightly torn jean on, she went towards the man's closet, and took out one of his white shirt. Opening the balcony's curtains, L.A's morning sun was as bright as ever; so bright it annoyed her.
Deeply inhaling a few mouthfuls of the cool morning air, Julia turned around and walked down the stairs.
Hearing the sound of utensils clanking in the kitchen, Julia stopped by to take a look. She saw the man dressed in casual clothes, skillfully busying himself as the faint fragrance of porridge drifted in the air.
Noticing the girl's figure, Eric said: "Good morning, Julia."
"Good morning" Although somewhat reluctantly, she still greeted him. She couldn't help but hold a bit of grievance in her heart though, the man had played her so thoroughly last night, but now he wasn't even trying to coax her with deceitful words such as 'baby' or 'sweetheart'.
Really, such a hateful guy !
"You're so rich, but you also make your own breakfast ?" Leaning on the door frame with her arms folded, Julia said with a trace of ridicule.
Eric listened to the girl, then raised an eyebrow: "Oh, it seems that you've already forgotten about last night, for you to even dare talk to me like this ?"
"You. don't think we've reached some kind of agreement. don't think you can do however you please with me."
Eric pretended to not notice the girl who seemed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He looked at his craft, lifted the lit of the pot and switched off the gas before saying: "Oh ? Hm I think you'd be the one to suffer a loss in that case though ?"
Julia was somewhat speechless for a time, she could only glare at Eric, wishing she could kill this bastard with her eyes.
"Alright stop staring, I heard the sound of the newspapers being thrown against the door, help me get them."
Julia stamped her foot like a little girl, turned around and walked towards the door.
Wash your bowl after you eat, I'm leaving first." Eric finished eating in a hurry, took his coat and told Julia: "Ah right, If I were you I'd go to the restaurant and hand my resignation over, then stay at home for the next few days, honestly."
Julia protested: "Why ? You can't restrain my personal freedom !"
Eric pointed to the newspaper on the coffee table: "Because tomorrow, you'll also make the headlines."
"Ugh !" Julia suddenly felt helpless.
...
"Eric, good morning."
At an agreed place in Burbank, in front of a real estate agency, Eric got off his car and was greeted by the sight of Jeffrey Hanson waiting for him.
"Good morning Jeffrey, let's go in."
Jeffrey stopped him and said: "Wait, there's something we need to talk about first."
"Okay ?"
Jeffrey pulled him aside, and took out a copy of the Los Angeles Daily from his bag: "Eric, seriously, what's with all the nonsense ? Although I've only seen her a few times, Aniston is a good girl, you shouldn't have hurt her. More importantly, even if you were looking for another woman, why Drew ?
She's only a thirteen-year-old girl, ah that won't do, you're ruined. Look at Roman Polanski, that matter of his happened 11 years ago already, and he still hasn't been able to get his foothold back in the U.S."
Eric knew that his old friend was just really concerned about him, so he patiently listened to his nagging, and once he was finished, Eric patted the man's shoulder and said: "Rest a.s.sured, Jeffrey, this whole thing is just a misunderstanding.
Although Drew spent the night at my house, nothing happened."
"Anyways," Jeffrey was still not assured: "You should be careful, Eric. You rose too fast, your performance was too eye-catching and so you piqued many people's interest, and it's difficult to assess whether they will try and use unconventional means to deal with you.
I remember once seeing a Chinese idiom, something about a tree being really tall in the forest."
Eric listened to Jeffrey's jumbled description, he felt it was really funny and couldn't help but mutter in fluent chinese: "M xi y ln, fng b cu zh; du ch y n, li b tun zh; hng go y zhng, rn b fi zh." (The wind will destroy the tallest tree in the forest, the water will tear down the sharpest stone on the cliff, the crowd will slander the one with the noblest virtue.)
"Eh ? I couldn't hear you just now, what did you say ?" Jeffrey asked weirdly.
Eric looked at the bright sun in the horizon, speaking in his original language made him feel nostalgic. He was too lazy to explain so he casually bullshitted: "It's a mantra I saw in a book once, it helps calm the mind and refresh one's spirit."
Jeffrey felt Eric was really long-winded today, he no longer pursued the matter and said: "Alright let's go in, we have an appointment to attend."