**Chapter 8: You’d Be a Fool Not to Say Yes to This Deal**

Who wouldn't say yes to such a good deal?

After making Mia fall into a deep sleep again, thanks to his impressive stamina, Wayne took a cab by himself and headed to the bar. Mia had just recovered after a full day of rest.

"Maybe it's time to buy a car," Wayne thought on the way.

However, in America at this time, aside from pickup trucks, regular sedans looked pretty outdated to him. He wasn't impressed.

Imagine a guy in 2023 with a love for aesthetics driving something like a clunky old sedan. Just thinking about it gives you chills!

"Maybe I'll check out some SUVs or sports cars when I have time," Wayne mused.

About 20 minutes later, Wayne arrived at the bar they agreed to meet at and spotted Jessica, wearing tight jeans and a crop top.

Well, you could say that even with a slightly simple outfit, Jessica's beauty still shone through.

"Hey, Wayne!"

"Hey, Jess, sorry to keep you waiting."

"Oh, not at all! Let's go inside."

As soon as Jessica saw Wayne, she eagerly came over and linked her arm with his.

Strictly speaking, Jessica was only 19, not old enough to drink legally in California. But as long as you looked of age, nobody really cared about those things.

"This one's for you, for helping me land the lead role!"

Wayne wasn't sure if Jessica knew the full story behind her getting the part, but he didn't mention it. He just smiled and said, "This is just the beginning. With your looks and acting skills, I'm sure you'll land even more leading roles."

Jessica's smile became even sweeter after hearing that. One drink down, and she pulled Wayne onto the dance floor.

The bar was one of those typical places—not some exclusive spot for A-listers, which Jessica, with her current level of fame, wouldn't even be able to get into.

With the pounding music and crowded dance floor, Jessica treated Wayne to a fiery dance, practically wrapping herself around him by the end.

Wayne, of course, didn't hesitate and kissed her right then and there.

Jessica asked, "Do you want to go for a drive with me?"

Wayne's heart raced. "Sure, I'd love to."

They got in Jessica's car, and she started driving. Wayne couldn't believe he was sitting next to his celebrity crush. He couldn't believe what was happening.

As they drove, they started talking about sex. Jessica told Wayne about her fantasies, and he told her about his. They were both so turned on that they couldn't resist each other any longer.

Jessica pulled over to the side of the road and turned to Wayne. "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice low and husky.

Wayne didn't need to be asked twice. He reached over and started undressing Jessica, his hands shaking with excitement. She moaned as he touched her, her body writhing under his fingers.

Wayne positioned himself behind Jessica, his cock hard and ready. He entered her from behind, their bodies slapping together as they fucked.

"Yes, yes, yes," Jessica moaned, her voice getting louder and louder.

Wayne reached around and started playing with Jessica's clit, his fingers moving in circles as she moaned even louder.

"I'm gonna cum," Jessica cried out, her body shaking as she reached orgasm.

Wayne followed soon after, his cock exploding inside Jessica's pussy.

They collapsed onto the seat, both of them panting and sweating.

"That was amazing," Jessica said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it was," Wayne agreed, still trying to catch his breath.

Less than half an hour later, they left the bar hand in hand and checked into a nearby hotel.

"Oh my God, honey, you're amazing! You've totally won me over!"

Looking at Jessica's adoring expression, Wayne couldn't help but feel proud, even though he wasn't sure how much of her admiration was real.

After all, this was Jessica Alba!

And in Jessica's case, she wasn't faking it. Her acting skills weren't yet good enough to hide her genuine feelings. Compared to the two boyfriends she had briefly dated in school, Wayne was leagues ahead in both looks and physique. The difference was undeniable.

Plus, Wayne's status as a production company owner added to his appeal. At this moment, Jessica was completely enthralled by him, body and soul.

Since Mia was now busy assisting Sarah with pre-production work every day, often working late, Wayne decided to stay with Jessica during the day.

For the next two days, Wayne spent his time having fun with Jessica during the day, keeping her utterly satisfied. Then, he'd go back to Mia in the evenings, listening to her updates on the film's progress, living a life far better than the tough one he had in his previous life.

Meanwhile, Natalie Portman had learned more about Wayne from her agent.

"A poor kid from Oregon… His parents died in a car crash early on, leaving him with little inheritance. The insurance payout barely covered his tuition. He was quite unremarkable until Hemera Pictures was on the verge of bankruptcy, and he swooped in, investing $600,000 to help pay off its first debt installment."

"Six hundred thousand? That's no small sum. Where did that money come from?"

Natalie looked up from the file, her eyes fixed on her agent.

"I asked a friend who works at the bank. The money came from an old British investment fund. According to what we could find, this fund has been around for over 200 years."

Natalie's eyes widened in surprise.

"Over 200 years?! That's almost as long as America has been a country!"

"Pretty much," the agent said seriously. "Any fund that's been around that long is likely backed by old British nobility. These aristocrats may not flaunt their wealth, but their resources are no joke. Just auctioning off a piece of their art or antiques could easily bring in millions."

"Wayne Anderson might not be a big deal yet, but if he's managed to secure such a large investment from that fund, he's not someone to underestimate."

Natalie smiled gracefully. "I see. I'll give him a call and invite him to dinner tonight."

It was clear she had her sights set on Wayne.

A guy with those looks and connections? In Hollywood, he was prime real estate, like Leonardo DiCaprio, Keanu Reeves, or Tom Cruise. But those guys were either A-list stars or mega-celebrities, and she wasn't quite at their level—yet.

She didn't even have the chance to approach them.

That made Wayne all the more valuable to her.

"Dinner tonight?"

Wayne glanced at Jessica, who was clinging to him like an octopus, even though she was exhausted. Since she didn't seem to mind, he happily accepted the invitation.

"Portman?"

"Yeah."

"Be careful. I've heard that woman isn't easy to deal with," Jessica warned.

Wayne chuckled, not taking it too seriously.

If he were just another actor or director, he might indeed worry about Natalie Portman, who had a reputation for being shrewd. But things were different now.

He had capital.

If anything went wrong, he could always pivot to being a producer or investor. He'd still make money.

Besides, he wasn't some clueless newbie. He had navigated the cutthroat entertainment industry in his past life, where things were even more cutthroat.

At 6 p.m., Wayne arrived at the upscale restaurant where he met Natalie Portman.

As expected, during their conversation, Natalie subtly probed him about the source of his funds and his relationship with the investors. Wayne smoothly deflected her questions without giving anything away.

Wayne's heart raced as he drove Natalie home through the moonlit streets. The cool autumn breeze brushed against his cheeks, but his mind was consumed by the captivating woman sitting next to him. Her dark eyes sparkled under the street lamps, a tantalizing curve playing on her lips. The gentle hum of the radio in the background was forgotten as they exchanged flirtatious glances.

Upon reaching her house, Natalie invited Wayne inside for "just a cup of coffee." He couldn't believe his luck. They joked and laughed in the living room, the anticipation between them growing with each passing minute. Finally, she made the suggestion, her voice barely overflowing with seduction.

"Why don't we take this coffee to the study? It's a bit more... private." Her eyes locked onto his, a soft challenge in her gaze. Wayne felt a surge of adrenaline as he agreed.

Following her lead, they found themselves in her dark and cozy study, illuminated only by the soft glow of a table lamp. The room was filled with the scent of Natalie's favorite perfume and the hushed whispers of a record playing softly in the background. As they sat down across from each other, their fingers brushed against one another, a jolt of electricity coursing through them.

"You know, Wayne," Natalie began, her voice low and seductive. "I've been thinking about this moment all evening. I want you to touch me, kiss me, make me yours." Her words sent shivers down his spine.

Wayne leaned forward, unable to resist her allure. He took her hand in his, gently tracing the lines of her palm, her breath hitched as he looked into her eyes. He found himself lost in their depths, a world of desire and passion reflected back at him. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers, exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue.

Their kiss grew more passionate, their hands traveling over each other's bodies. Natalie's fingers threaded through Wayne's hair as he traced the curve of her waist, her breasts heaving against her blouse. They pulled away momentarily, both needing to catch their breath.

Meanwhile, several paparazzi who had tailed them from the restaurant wasted no time. By morning, gossip headlines like "Natalie Portman's Mystery Man" were splashed across various tabloids, with some even making the front page.

As Wayne and Mia had breakfast, they saw the news.

Wayne just smirked and didn't give it much thought.

"Looks like Miss Portman is being somewhat discreet," Mia commented with a laugh.

Perhaps Natalie was still unsure of Wayne's power and didn't want to push too hard. Otherwise, the headlines could have been much more sensational than just "mystery man."

Or maybe Natalie wanted to keep her public profile up while preserving her image, avoiding too much drama.

"So, how was Natalie? Looks? Skills?" Mia asked playfully. This was Hollywood, after all, and her questions were blunt.

"Her skills are better than yours, but you beat her by a mile in looks and body," Wayne replied calmly.

Mia's smile grew even wider.

Skills could be improved with practice, especially with Wayne to guide her. But looks? That was much harder to change.

As for Jessica, Mia, being clever, didn't bring her up. She was a little less confident there. Jessica Alba, after all, was a stunner whose beauty alone could make her a star in America.

"Oh, by the way, Bill Kretch has finished writing the script."

"Great, we'll head to the office later."

"Got it. I'll give Sarah a call."

After breakfast, the two drove to the office.

Bill, Sarah, and director Steve Bosse were already waiting in the conference room.

"Sorry, we're a day late."

"No worries. Let's have a look at the script."

Wayne noticed Bill's tired face and heavy dark circles but didn't hold it against him. As long as the script met his expectations, that was all that mattered.

"Take a seat. Director Bosse, you should take a look as well."

"Of course, Mr. Anderson."

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