CHAPTER 964: CHAPTER 964: SITTING ON HIS LAP

What?

Leah Thorne froze for a moment.

Justin Xavier looked at the soft, charming face in his arms, just as he thought, the woman he liked was also liked by other men. He didn’t have to do anything all day; just catching cheating men would keep him busy enough.

He couldn’t count how many men she could attract. He had just seen with his own eyes the physiological reaction that the popular young actor had.

But it wasn’t the men’s fault. She wore high heels, swayed that snake-like waist, and even took the initiative to straddle him. Any man would find it hard to resist.

"What? Don’t tell me you don’t know." Justin Xavier laughed.

Though he was smiling, there was a layer of sinister frost in his eyes, quite dangerous.

Leah knew it; she had had physical contact with Shane Young earlier, she felt it.

Actually, male actors are also human. It’s normal to have a physical reaction when filming intimate scenes. She hadn’t taken it to heart, but now that Justin highlighted the point, she needed to handle it carefully.

Leah raised her exquisite willow-like eyebrows, "President Xavier, what a strong smell of jealousy. Have you broken your jar of vinegar again?"

"I still stick to my words; I haven’t done anything to wrong you. If you want to get angry, do it at me."

Leah looked as if saying "Don’t expect me to comfort you, I’m ready to face the consequences calmly."

Justin Xavier laughed in exasperation, his big hand landed heavily on her snake waist, pinching it hard, "Filming is your job, isn’t serving your sponsor also your job? Why such double standards? You put all your passion into filming, but when it comes to taking care of your sponsor, you’re so perfunctory that you won’t even humor me?"

Leah looked at him, confidently saying, "One’s someone I love, the other isn’t; of course, there are double standards."

"..." Alright, Justin Xavier found that reason impossible to refute.

Leah placed her small hands on his firm chest, "President Xavier, everyone’s gone, can you let go of me?"

"No one’s watching."

Leah looked up, seeing that Justin Xavier’s sitting area had been cleared, the doors were slowly closing. Director Wright stood outside, smiling appreciatively, waving at her as if to say ’you’ve worked hard’.

"..." Leah really didn’t understand how Director Wright, who was so passionate about film art, could also be so adept at serving capitalism?

Indeed, no one who mixes around here is simple.

"The kissing scene just now seems to need a retake. Well, since I’m free, I’ll try the scene with you. Leah, kiss me now."

What?

Leah wanted to refuse, but Justin Xavier grasped her soft waist and easily lifted her, directly adjusting her position to straddle his thighs.

His slender fingers held the back of her head, pressing her charming little face down, "manually" making her kiss him.

This time he kissed gently, gently yet firmly, playing with her red lips, entangling with her.

When he finally let her go, he rewarded her by rubbing her hair, "Good girl~"

"..." She didn’t do anything!

"After the kiss, what’s next? How does the scene continue?" Justin Xavier asked.

He wants more?

Leah quickly played dumb, "I don’t know, seems like...after the kiss, it’s over..."

"Is that so?" Justin Xavier picked up a script lying beside him for no reason, leisurely flipping it open.

Leah quickly tried to crawl off his lap, "President Xavier, you read slowly, I’ll go first."

But Justin Xavier didn’t allow her to leave. One hand held the script, the other trapped her soft waist, his gaze brushed over the script, and he slowly furrowed his eyebrows, "This is called over? Clearly, there’s a bed scene after the kiss scene."

"..." Leah quickly explained, "The original novel of ’Life Ephemeral’ includes a bed scene, but Director Wright deleted it; it won’t be filmed."

Justin Xavier threw the script to her, "Read the bed scene to me."

What?

Leah wished she could throw the script at his annoying handsome face, "President Xavier, are you a freak? I’m not a voice actor."

"Unwilling? Fine, how about we perform a bed scene right here?" Justin Xavier raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

Leah was dumbfounded, though the area was cleared, it was still a film set. Did he really want to act like a rogue here?

"I’ll read!" Leah gave him a look of "You win," then picked up the script.

Opening the script, Leah started to read aloud, "Anya sat on Edwin Alden’s lap, the two passionately kissing, and soon Edwin felt...a burning desire. His big hand slid down Anya’s waist, landing on her...smooth thigh, and then slowly...slipped from the edge of the cheongsam..."

Leah’s charming little face quickly turned red. The script she got was edited by the screenwriter, but Justin Xavier’s was the original. She felt like she was reading an erotic novel.

She didn’t read the next part, as it was a large-scale bed scene.

"Why did you stop? Isn’t the next part like this?" Justin Xavier’s big hand landed on the slit of her cheongsam.

When his calloused palm covered it, Leah immediately stretched out her small hand to hold him back, "President Xavier, now isn’t suitable. I have to film later, don’t ruin my cheongsam."

He’s a carnivorous animal, hasty and rough in his actions, often ruining her clothes. Being with him was quite costly in terms of clothing.

Justin Xavier looked at her pleading look, his eyes deepening.

Leah proactively tried to please him, wrapping her little hands around his neck, her soft voice coquettish, "Okay, okay, tonight I’ll return to the room early, and let you do whatever you want~"

Since the last time at the villa where he forced her, Justin Xavier hadn’t touched her again, afraid she’d vomit, afraid of causing her intense aversion and disgust.

Now hearing her bring up the topic proactively, Justin Xavier admitted he was pleased. He retracted his hand, placing his big palm on her soft waist again, his low, rich voice hoarse with a hint of huskiness, "Tonight, I’ve asked the secretary to book a room, come to the hotel and find me."

"Hmm? Is President Xavier no longer satisfied with the room here and now seeks the thrill of hotel rooms?" Leah asked.

Justin Xavier pulled her closer, pinching her soft waist to press her into his embrace, "Just go if I tell you to, why so much nonsense?"

"..." Such a domineering president!

Leah wanted to get down, struggling a bit, when Justin Xavier’s warm breath fell on her ear, "How was it sitting in the lap of that popular young actor just now?"

What?

Leah raised her eyes to look at him.

Justin Xavier slowly narrowed those black eyes, his thin lips curving with an ambiguous smile, "Don’t play dumb, Leah, you know what I’m asking, with such an obvious thing in his pants, did you not feel it?"