I’m in Hollywood

Chapter 290: Safe driving is very important

 

Eric stepped on the gas as soon as he saw an SUV driving in from the other side of the intersection, cutting off the convertible that was behind them.
The driver of the convertible frantically turned the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision but still losing control and smashing into a transformer box.
Sparks flew, and the lights in the nearby houses all went out at the same time.

The driver of the SUV accelerated and drove away as they realized what had happened.

Eric got out of the car and saw several young people in the convertible, knocked out and twisted in all directions.
He shook his head and said to Elizabeth, “See, this is what happens when you drive dangerously.
I told you it was dangerous.”

“Stop preaching and call 911,” she snapped, stepping forward before stopping short.

Eric took out his cellphone from the car and dialed 911, telling them the situation.
The two of them waited patiently for help to arrive.

Elizabeth looked around at the dark houses nearby and suddenly said to Eric, “Julia's villa is not far from here, it must have lost power too.”

Eric comforted her, “It's alright, it will probably be fixed soon.”

The two waited patiently for a couple of minutes, but the police had not yet arrived.
Suddenly, a young man in his twenties appeared from one of the nearby villas, mumbling to himself as he walked towards them.
In the light of the street lamps, they could tell that he was drunk, with disheveled hair and an unkempt beard. 

The young man walked up to Eric and Elizabeth.
He whistled at Elizabeth, then he saw the tragic car crash and the people inside: “Oh wow, an accident! Are they dead?”

Elizabeth furrowed her brows and leaned towards Eric. 

The young man felt bored and walked around a few times, but had no intention of leaving.
Instead, he approached Eric with a sly grin and examined him under the light.
He then exclaimed, “Wow, you look like that…
that…
let me think, oh, the director of 'Dark War', Eric Williams, right?”

Eric nodded slightly, and the young man looked at Elizabeth beside him.
“Is this your new protégé? Haha, not bad, but not as beautiful as Nicole Kidman, that girl with the long legs.
I've had a few with long legs before, but not as beautiful as Nicole Kidman…”

Eric, bored and with nothing better to do, realized that this man was obviously a “fellow traveler” and was about to say something, but a small hand reached to his waist and twisted a piece of flesh.

Eric gasped and pushed Elizabeth's hand away, rubbing his waist and asking, “What are you crazy about?”

“Hmph!” Elizabeth snorted and turned her head away.

But this action was seen by the young man, who let out a wicked smile.
Lowering his voice, he said, “Such a feisty girl, Eric.
I think she needs to be taught a lesson.
Want me to teach you a few moves?”

“Uh, no, that's alright,” Eric held back the urge to retch as he smelled the alcohol on the young man's breath.
He tightly grasped the girl's wrist as she reached out again and furrowed his brow.

Soon, the police car, fire truck, and ambulance arrived.

Eric briefly explained the situation to the police officer, who recognized Eric and didn't press further.
He took down a quick report and let Eric and Elizabeth leave.

Eric got into his car and waited for the girl to get into the passenger seat before starting the engine.
He looked once more at the wrecked convertible and heard the music as the drunken young man gestured wildly to the police officer, “Officer sir, this has nothing to do with me, I don't know those guys, yeah I had a little to drink but I didn't drive, I live in that villa over there, see, that one, I was just going to bed but my bedside lamp broke and then the power went out…”

Julia's small villa was not far from the incident, it took only a minute or two by car to get there.
As Elizabeth had suspected, the power was also out here and the villa was pitch black.

Eric parked the car and looked at Elizabeth in the passenger seat, “You can go in now, I'm going back.”

The girl hesitated, then said in a low voice, “Julia went to San Francisco, she said she may not be back today, there's no one in the villa.”

“Hmm?”

“I…
I'm afraid of the dark,” the girl stuttered like a mosquito.

Eric thought for a moment and said, “Then I'll escort you in.”

Elizabeth paused for a moment before nodding gently.

The two of them entered the villa together and stood in the dark living room.
Eric asked, “Do you know where there's a flashlight or candles?”

In the darkness, Elizabeth shook her head, “I'm not sure, but Julia always likes to put small things in the compartments under the TV.”

“Oh,” Eric responded, “You go look.”

“I…
you go,” the girl said, her voice slightly trembling in the dim light.

Eric said, “I don't know where it is, I've never been here before.”

“Lies,” Elizabeth said, “Don't think I don't know about your relationship with Julia.”

“I don't deny that, I did have a few times with Julia, but I really haven't been here before,” Eric said.

“Oh, the TV is on the east wall,” Elizabeth said.

“Forget it, let's go together,” Eric said, feeling his way through the darkness until he found Elizabeth's hand and grasped it, saying, “You lead the way.”

Elizabeth struggled subconsciously, but not too hard, instead, she obediently followed Eric as he walked towards the TV.
After a few steps, her foot tripped over something, her body fell forward, and Eric felt her pull him.
He quickly pulled in the opposite direction, and her fragrant, soft body fell into his arms.

His hands unconsciously held on to her waist, and he felt her breathing quickly become rapid.
Eric tentatively leaned in and kissed her lips.

After a silent kiss that lasted for an unknown amount of time, Eric was pushed away by Elizabeth, who had regained her strength.

“You scumbag, you must have planned this,” the woman muttered softly.

Eric's hand had unknowingly entered her clothes, lightly caressing her smooth skin, while he whispered in her ear, “If you don't agree, I'll leave right now.”

Elizabeth raised her hand and hit Eric's body a few times, then raised her head slightly and actively kissed Eric.

With such a clear hint, Eric, of course, would not be polite anymore; his actions became more rough.

“Not here, oh, don't remove it.” The sound echoed in the darkness with a strong sense of embarrassment, but soon turned into meaningless murmurs.

Perhaps it was the cover of darkness, but the woman's resistance wasn't as fierce.
So Eric quickly stripped off her clothes and found the couch.
He pressed her down on it, and the sound of heavy breathing and moans filled the room.
Eric's hands roamed over her warm body as he explored her curves.
He didn't stop until he heard her muffled cries of pleasure.

After some time, the woman suddenly clung onto Eric tightly, like an octopus.
Eric, feeling compassionate, temporarily stopped his movements and gently caressed her back as she trembled.

“I…I'm okay,” the woman whispered after a while.

Eric paused, then grinned and suddenly thrust into her again with a wicked smile.
“But what about me?”

The woman let out a cry and her body trembled as she quickly used her hand to hold onto Eric, not letting the man move any further.
She breathed heavily before saying, “I don't want to be here anymore, I want to go to the bedroom, there, there, do whatever you want.”

“OK, where is the staircase?” Eric picked up the woman and held her in his arms.

“It's in the northwest corner, can you take it out first?”

“No,” Eric said, lifting the woman's soft buttocks and fumbling his way back to the staircase.
Due to the darkness and the fact that he was holding someone in his arms, Eric was very careful, and it took a long time for him to reach the upstairs.

“Go east; my room is the second one,” Elizabeth's head hung on Eric's shoulder as she spoke softly.

Eric nodded, found a door handle and walked in.
Although Elizabeth felt a little uneasy, at this moment the woman was already a bit dazed, so the uneasy thoughts in her mind were fleeting and were soon forgotten.

Eric walked towards the bed in the bedroom, even though the curtains were closed, there was enough light coming from other areas of Los Angeles to see the outline of the bed.
He placed the woman on the bed, turned her over, and then laid on top of her.

“Again, it's like this, pervert,” Elizabeth, who was clearly conservative in this aspect, lay on the bed, raised her waist, and complained.
Eric whispered a few words to her, moved her head, and kissed her before she finally complied.
He held onto her soft waist and moved a few times, but in the dim light of the bedroom, Eric was surprised to see something moving on the other side of the bed.

It was a person's shadow, a woman's shadow.
The only other woman who could be in this house was undoubtedly Julia.