Since the apartment had been empty for so long, Matthew booked a nice hotel nearby, reserved a Room early, and texted Britney the exact address.
Britney must have been really busy; she didn't show up until after eight-thirty. The moment they saw each other, before a word was spoken, they were kissing. Once long-separated lovers ignite, there's only one possible outcome.
It was like raging fire meeting dry wood for them, Briteny having tasted the forbidden fruit was longing for it far too long and Matthew because of continuous military training was overflowing with harmones.
Clothes scattered all around, after kissing all over for a while he scooped up into his arms in one swift motion, and thrust into her directly in standing position.Briteny cried out in pleasure and bit into his shoulder while holding his neck for support.
After some time he took her to the bed while thrusting continuously and start fondling with her breasts and took one of nipples into his mouth and start swirling his tongue while one hand was kneading the other one. Briteny felt like fainting from pleasure and it took quite a while to their passion to subside.
When Briteny saw that Matthew was again getting restless and his erection pressing against her, she got flustered."This guy is like a beast, i can't take it anymore or I won't be able to move tomorrow".
"Stop moving..." Britney looked exhausted. "Let me rest a minute."She used her hand and exquisite mouth for quite a while to cool him down. Matthew leaned on his back very content thinking looks like sex is the greatest stressbooster for me."I'm feeling extremely refreshed".
She leaned against him, panting. "I'm about to die from exhaustion—every day is packed. My Agent and the label keep pushing, and you're not in L.A. I don't even have anyone to complain to."
Matthew sat up and held her. "You're a big star now; the hustle is worth it."
She nodded. "My Chicago concert was originally going to clash with Christina Aguilera's meet-and-greet, but my Agent said her label backed off—they're scared of my popularity."
Seeing Britney smug, Matthew tweaked her nose. "So, Bu Bu, don't bother with a smaller star. Aim higher."
From a different perspective he added, "Look ahead—overtake the people in front, like Madonna."
Britney scratched her cheek. "That's really hard."
"Long-term goal," Matthew said. If she focused on her career, maybe she'd avoid all the messy stuff. He whispered, "A goal gives you drive."
Britney blinked. "Any short-term ones?"
Matthew shook his head. In some ways she was a clueless girl; perhaps every ounce of talent and energy went into singing—true all-rounders are rare.
"Of course. Short-term: make next year's world tour a smash."
"That's easy," she said confidently. "I'm working hard."
"Bu Bu, once you succeed, temptation hits hard. With a goal, a lot of it feels trivial."
Britney frowned. "There's one temptation I can't—and don't want to—resist."
"Hmm?" Matthew worried she'd started using drugs.
According to Michael Fassbender, pop stars do drugs far more than movie stars; rock singers are worst—finding a clean one is tough.
"You!" Britney stared. "You're my biggest temptation."
Matthew laughed; she insisted, "I'm serious!"
A phone rang. Matthew fished it from under the pillow, didn't check the screen, and handed it over.
Britney silenced it. "Just my alarm."
"What for?"
"I have to go," she said reluctantly, standing. "Dad's home; I can't stay out all night."
"I'll walk you down."
She found her clothes, dressing while grumbling, "I have zero freedom; Dad's super strict about nights."
"Means he cares," Matthew said. "He worries."
Dressed, she kept muttering as they headed out.
"Once I earn enough I'll buy a house and we'll move in together."
"Mm-hmm!" She brightened. "Hurry up."
Hat on, they took the elevator down. "Tomorrow afternoon I'm off to Seattle to check a venue, then Nashville—probably not back till after Christmas."
Matthew patted her back. "Work comes first. I'll head back to the U.K. soon—the Crew starts shooting; I'll visit on my next break."
"Okay." She glanced at the time and hurried out to her car.
He watched the car vanish, returned to his Room till morning, checked out, and drove to Burbank to see Helen Herman at Angel Talent Agency.
"Long time, Helen." He sat on the office sofa. "You're still gorgeous."
She set her work aside. "Still smooth, I see." She looked up. "Heard you clashed with an Assistant Producer?"
"It wasn't a conflict!" Matthew wasn't surprised that Helen Herman got wind of this so fast. "She rammed her car into me and swore she'd run me over. I kept your advice in mind and held back."
"Why'd she leave the Crew?" Helen Herman clearly didn't buy it.
Matthew spread his hands helplessly. "She had an affair that blew up—hardly my fault."
Helen Herman tilted her head. "Really nothing to do with you?"
"Really!" He put on his most wronged look. "What do I have to say to make you believe me—want me to swear an oath?"
"No need." She shook her head, then added, "Filming starts soon. Keep a low profile on set and stay professional."
"I'll give it everything I've got," Matthew vowed.
He meant every word.
Helen let it drop; the incident was past and had caused no fallout. According to Eric Polk, some of the supporting cast might be plotting something, but the ringleaders were a British actor and a German actor—nothing to do with Matthew.
"I asked you here mainly to go over a few things. First, the ten-thousand-dollar penalty you asked me to handle has been transferred through the court to that production company. Year-end's almost here—go sign the paperwork in finance to settle Lawyer Wilson's fee. band of brothers is about to shoot; your second salary payment has arrived. After I deduct my Agent fee I'll wire the rest to your account."
"Second payment's here?" Matthew's eyes widened. "Finally I can breathe."
Even after Helen's ten-percent commission and the second penalty installment to the production company, he'd still be comfortably in the black.
He'd been here almost a year, and apart from unavoidable expenses every dollar had been counted twice.
Seeing his expression, Helen recalled some unpleasant possibilities. "Advice: after this project, no one knows when the next decent-paying role will come. Set aside savings as a cushion instead of blowing it all."
"Don't worry," Matthew said—he was no fan of living on credit. "I'll stash most of it."
He still wanted a car; if necessary he'd settle for second-hand. No rush—he'd be stuck on UK sets for months and wouldn't need wheels anyway.
Helen's eyes returned to her laptop. "Heads-up—girl, interrupted has opened."
"Already?" He'd been in the UK and missed the news. "I'd better see it."
After all, it held his very first role.
"Limited release," she said, scrolling. "Only three screens in Los Angeles." She listed the addresses. "Reviews are strong—buy tickets early if you're going."
"Thanks." Matthew stood. "Anything else? I'll head out."
Helen didn't look up. "Bye."
He waved and left the office, signed a few forms in finance, then exited Angel Talent Agency. He headed to the Burbank cinema she'd mentioned, ready to watch his debut film, girl, interrupted.
At the arthouse theater he bought a ticket for the next show and waited in the lobby. As Helen had said, strong word-of-mouth packed the small screening; he'd come early, yet the auditorium was already half full.
Several people wore press badges—clearly reporters or critics.
Settling in, Matthew recalled shooting girl, interrupted and smiled. He'd been a green kid crashing the industry, lucky enough to land beside big names like Angelina Jolie and Winona Ryder.
Chances were neither of them ever wanted to see him again.
The film rolled. He watched from a performer's angle: Winona Ryder was excellent, even more striking onscreen than on set, but the moment Angelina Jolie appeared she stole every frame—maybe it was the role.
No exaggeration: the supporting actress was outshining the lead.
That wasn't Matthew's focus, though; as the story unfolded, his own scene drew nearer.