Accusations

Lucas and Jennifer lay entwined in bed, their naked bodies still glistening from their passionate lovemaking. As they held each other close, Lucas gently caressed her smooth skin, his fingers dancing over her curves. "So, what are you going to wear to the Oscars?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Jennifer sighed contentedly, her chest rising and falling with each breath. "I'm wearing a Calvin Klein red gown," she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation. "The designer chose it for me." She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to face him. "What about you? What are you going to wear to make all the other women jealous?"

Lucas grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's an Armani tuxedo," he drawled, running a finger down her spine. "Want to see it?"

Jennifer's heart skipped a beat at his suggestive tone. "Oh, really?" she purred, her voice heavy with desire. "I'd love to see it…"

Lucas sat up on the edge of the bed and swung his legs over the side. "I'll just take a quick shower first," he said.

Jennifer couldn't help but admire the view as he walked naked across the room, his muscular form rippling with each step.

Moments later, she too got out of bed and joined him in the shower, their bodies intertwining under the warm spray of water as they continued where they left off.

After their shower, Lucas emerged from the bathroom wearing the Armani tuxedo, his chiseled physique accentuated by the tailored fit. He struck a pose for Jennifer, who couldn't help but gasp at how irresistible he looked. "Well, what do you think?" he asked, running a hand down his lapel.

Jennifer appraised him from head to toe, her eyes lingering on his broad chest and powerful thighs. "Not bad at all," she purred, her voice dripping with desire. "In fact, I approve."

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The 83rd Academy Awards ceremony commenced in the evening, with James Franco and Anne Hathaway taking the stage as the hosts for the glamorous event. The Dolby Theatre in Hollywood was abuzz with excitement, as the who's who of Tinseltown arrived in their finest attire.

The red carpet was a sea of A-listers, with popular actors and actresses such as Leonardo DiCaprio, Meryl Streep, Brad Pitt, and Angelina Jolie, all of whom stopped to pose for the cameras and mingle with the press. Acclaimed directors like Steven Spielberg, Martin Scorsese, and Kathryn Bigelow, Christopher Nolan also graced the event, their presence adding to the prestige of the evening.

The red carpet was abuzz with activity as more and more stars arrived. Among them was Vince Knight, a well-known director and Lucas's father. He walked down the red carpet, greeting fellow celebrities and stopping for interviews with the press.

"Good evening, Mr. Knight, it's great to see you here at this year's Oscars," a journalist said, microphone in hand. "Besides your nomination, it's known that your son, young Lucas Knight, is also nominated this year. As a father, how proud are you of his achievements at such an early stage in his career and at such a young age?"

Vince couldn't help but chuckle, his pride evident on his face. "I am very proud indeed," he said, beaming with fatherly pride. "Lucas has worked hard to get where he is today, and I couldn't be prouder of him. I hope he continues to excel in his career and achieve even greater heights in the years to come."

Another journalist caught Vince's attention. "There have been some rumors circulating about your relationship with your son. Care to comment on that?"

Vince laughed it off. "Rumors are just rumors, don't take them too seriously," he started to say, but before he could finish, his wife, Myla, joined them. She had just finished greeting other influential figures in the event and had overheard the question.

"Well, sometimes rumors can be true," she interjected, her tone icy. "Lucas can be quite disobedient, you know."

Vince's expression turned sheepish, but he didn't argue with his wife in front of the cameras.

"Lucas is disobedient?" the journalist asked, unable to hide his excitement.

Myla nodded, her expression turning sour. "That's right. He never listens to his father, or to us. He never respects his family. The Lucas you see in public is not who he really is."

The journalists exchanged glances, their interest piqued. They quickly jotted down notes or typed away on their phones, sensing a juicy story brewing.

Lucas Knight was undeniably a rising star in Hollywood, having gained fame with just two films under his belt. One film had him as the lead, while in the other, a blockbuster, he played a supporting role. Coupled with his popular songs, Lucas was already being hailed as the next big thing in Tinseltown.

The journalists present at the event knew that any gossip about him would make for a juicy headline. They could already envision the headlines: "Off-Camera: The Untold Story of Rising Star Lucas Knight's True Personality." With such a tantalizing title about a fresh face in the industry, they knew it would be a guaranteed hit, lapped up by the public.

The journalists, smelling a juicy story, continued to interview Myla, Vince's wife, while Vince could only watch helplessly. They knew that any dirt they could dig up on Lucas would be gold for their tabloids.

Meanwhile, more celebrities and influential figures continued to grace the red carpet. Among them was Jennifer Lawrence, another young nominee this year. She turned heads in her stunning red gown, her every move captured by the paparazzi's cameras. Fans screamed her name, and she graciously posed for selfies and signed autographs.

Harvey and his brother Bob, the infamous Weinstein brothers, were spotted in the distance, sipping their wine as Harvey discreetly ogled Jennifer.

Harvey, however, knew better than to make any advances in such a public setting. Instead, he focused his attention on other female celebrities who might be more receptive to his advances.

Lucas's fans, mingling with other celebrity fan groups, were discussing their idol's whereabouts.

"The King is going to be late, as usual," one of them joked, referring to Lucas's recent Grammy performance that earned him the nickname.

"Speaking of the King," another fan chimed in, "did you see the photos leaked by the paparazzi? They caught Lucas and Jennifer together a few days ago."

"Don't jump to conclusions," a third fan interjected. "Lucas and Jennifer are just good friends, you know that."

"I know, I know," the first fan said, sounding unconvinced. "But there's something about those photos… it's like there's more to it."

Just then, Lucas emerged on the red carpet, and his fans erupted into cheers.

Lucas greeted his fans as soon as he stepped onto the red carpet. He approached them and said, "Hey, guys! Thanks for being here for me."

"No problem, King!" one of them cheered, causing Lucas to furrow his brows in confusion.

"King?" he thought aloud, but he brushed it off and continued signing autographs and posing for selfies. With only around 50 fans in the front row, Lucas didn't have the usual mobbing issues he'd experienced before, when fans would sometimes get physical.

"Lucas, is it true that you and Jennifer are in a relationship?" a fan of Lucas's asked, unable to contain their curiosity.

Lucas chuckled, deflecting the question with a joke. "Well, well, I didn't know my fans would also make great reporters," he quipped, sending the crowd into light laughter.

The conversation then smoothly shifted to other topics, and after a few more minutes, Lucas bid them farewell and continued down the red carpet.

His fans couldn't help but gush about him. "I love how down-to-earth he is. He treats us like regular people, you know?"

"I know, right? Other stars would've ignored us or brushed us off by now," another fan agreed.

Lucas posed for photos, but before he could continue, a journalist approached him with a microphone in hand.

"Lucas, we spoke to your parents earlier, Mr. Knight and Mrs. Knight," the reporter started, a smirk playing on their lips. "Mrs. Knight, your mother, said you have some issues with them because you're disobedient, ungrateful, and disrespectful. Care to comment on that?"

Lucas was taken aback, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew the reporter was baiting him, trying to create a scandal out of his personal life. "First of all, she's not my real mother," he said, his jaw clenching. "And as for our family issues, I'd rather not discuss it here. It's a private matter, and I'd appreciate if you respected that."

The journalists exchanged glances, knowing they had struck a nerve.

Despite some journalists respecting Lucas and wanting to ask him more questions about his career, a few journalists from other media outlets, especially Gavin from the Los Angeles Times, insisted on asking personal questions. To their dismay, Lucas ignored their questions and instead answered only those unrelated to his family matters.

"What do you have to say about Mrs. Myla Knight's claims that you're cursing her and your father?" Gathering his patience, Lucas tried to ignore Gavin's insistent question.

"Your career is going in a positive direction—are you confident about winning a 'Best Actor' award?" Another journalist asked, unlike Gavin and the few others who were fixated on the controversy. He took advantage of the opportunity to get some insights into Lucas's career and his opinions on the industry.

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm that confident. There are other actors more deserving…" Lucas began to respond, but Gavin and a few other journalists kept interrupting him, persisting with questions about Myla's accusations.