[Chapter 52: Tonight, Let Me Take Care of You]
Wendy gripped her phone tightly, still bent over, completely stunned. She just couldn't believe what she heard. It wasn't until the voice on the other end spoke again that she finally snapped back to reality. "Okay, we'll be right over."
After hanging up, Wendy turned to Amanda. Amanda caught the shocked look on Wendy's face, piecing it together with what Daniel had said earlier. Her heart started pounding. "Did I really get the female lead in V for Vendetta?"
Wendy's eyes widened. "How did you know?"
Amanda blinked in disbelief. "I actually got it?"
Wendy nodded. "The producer just called me. They want us to come over now to discuss the contract and terms."
Amanda covered her mouth, overwhelmed with joy. "Oh my god, I really got it." The luck transfer seal had actually worked.
She had landed the female lead in V for Vendetta.
Even more amazing, she'd beaten out the female lead from Star Wars, a Golden Globe-nominated actress and a former child star turned actress, all for this role.
While Amanda was thrilled, a strange disbelief lingered.
Wendy broke the silence. "Do you know how you landed the role?"
Amanda guessed, "Luck?"
Wendy was stunned. "You... how did you know that too?"
Amanda tilted her head, curious. "Why do you say luck?"
Wendy explained, "Let's not mention Natalie Portman. Scarlett Johansson was originally set for the female lead, but since The Island conflicted with V for Vendetta's shooting schedule, she voluntarily gave up the role. As for Howard, the producer didn't think she was quite right for it. So... it just left you."
Amanda's surprise deepened -- it really was luck. She'd secured the female lead purely through luck.
Reflecting back, that day's car accident suddenly made sense.
...
[T/N: I tried writing a lemon. Let me know how it is.]
That evening, Amanda had been especially eager.
The moment the door closed behind him, she reached up and kissed him. The kiss was warm and immediate, her hands already familiar as they slid over his shoulders, drawing him closer.
"Let me take care of you," she murmured against his lips, smiling when she felt him respond.
She guided him toward the bedroom without breaking contact, kisses softening as they moved. Once there, she pressed him gently down onto the bed.
Her fingers traced the line of his belt buckle with practiced ease, popping it open with a flick before sliding his pants down his hips. She straddled him, rocking forward just enough to feel the hard press of him against her through the thin fabric of her panties.
"I've been thinking about this all day," she admitted in a low voice, dragging her nails lightly down his chest as she leaned in to bite his lower lip. The sharp inhale he gave only spurred her on -- she loved how responsive he was, how he arched into her touch like he couldn't help himself.
With deliberate slowness, she peeled off her own clothes, letting him watch as she revealed herself inch by inch. His hands reached for her, but she caught his wrists, pinning them above his head. "Ah-ah," she teased, grinding down against him in a way that made his breath hitch. "Tonight, let me take care of you."
Her free hand slid between them, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his briefs to wrap around his member, and started stroking.
His hips jerked involuntarily as her fingers closed around him, her grip just tight enough to draw a ragged groan from his throat. She smiled at the way his member twitched in her hand, already slick with precum that she smeared down his length with a slow, twisting stroke.
Leaning down, she dragged her tongue along the throbbing vein underneath, tasting salt and musk before taking him deep into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his girth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard, pulling back only to swirl her tongue around the swollen head. His thighs trembled beneath her, fingers flexing against her grip as she swallowed him down again, deeper this time, until her nose pressed against the wiry curls at his base.
When she released his wrists, his hands immediately tangled in her hair, not forcing, just guiding as she bobbed faster, her own arousal dripping onto the sheets beneath them. The wet sounds of her mouth working him filled the room, punctuated by his choked curses.
"Fuck, Amanda-" His voice broke as she dragged her teeth lightly along his shaft, her other hand cupping his balls, rolling them just enough to make his abs clench. She could feel him getting close, the way his breath came in sharp gasps, the way his hips stuttered against her.
Pulling off with a filthy pop, she grinned up at him, lips glistening. Panting, she slid up his body, aligning herself over him in one smooth motion before sinking down onto his penis with a gasp. He filled her perfectly, stretching her in the best way as she rode him slow, then fast, her nails biting into his chest as pleasure built again, hotter this time.
His hands gripped her hips, helping her move, driving up into her with each downward thrust until she couldn't tell where he ended and she began. The slap of skin, the slick friction, the way his thumb found her clit again-
She came hard, clenching around him as he followed, his release pulsing deep inside her with a groan that sounded almost pained. Collapsing against his chest, she kissed him lazily, both of them sticky and spent.
...
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then she smiled against his chest, and asked, "Was that car accident earlier today some kind of payback?"
Daniel nodded, "It should be."
Amanda frowned, "That fast? I thought the lucky period would last longer?"
Daniel shook his head. "If it did, you'd owe more in debt. The less luck you borrow, the smaller the price you have to pay. From what you said, your luck only affected Natalie Portman. It was just a minor car accident."
Amanda asked, "What if a role is already assigned and the audition is only a formality? Would the seal still work?"
Daniel considered it. "That's much harder. It depends on the skill of the seal master. To get that kind of result, you'd also have to pay a higher price. Next time, make sure to ask if the role is already locked in. That way, you can steer clear and save yourself trouble."
"Thanks, Daniel, you've really helped me a lot." Amanda reached down, "Let's go again."
...
The next morning, Daniel woke up with a sore lower back.
'This can't keep going, Amanda is too wild. This magic power doesn't seem to help my libido one bit. The exorcism does have some body-strengthening techniques, but they're too slow to train now. I desperately need a Body Refinement technique -- fast.'
Daniel grew anxious.
'One Amanda was already a handful. What if there were more... Wait, why am I even thinking about more?'
...
After breakfast, Daniel headed to Cross Hall to check on the renovations.
The construction company was American-owned, but most of the crew were experienced Mexican workers -- disciplined, efficient, and unafraid of hard labor. Compared to the usual pace he was used to, these folks put in way more effort than most locals.
Because of that, the renovation at Cross Hall was progressing smoothly and right on schedule.
"Mr. Cross," the construction foreman saw Daniel approaching and came over to greet him. "We estimate the work will be finished in about ten days."
Daniel inspected everything; it was all built exactly according to the blueprints. He nodded with approval. "Looks good."
The foreman rubbed his hands, lowering his voice. "Mr. Cross, I heard you're a powerful exorcist?"
Daniel smiled modestly. "Powerful might be an exaggeration, but yes, I am an exorcist. Why? Do you need something exorcised?"
The foreman hesitated. "How do you charge?"
Daniel replied plainly, "Starting at one hundred thousand dollars."
The man's expression instantly fell. "Never mind, I don't have that kind of money."
Daniel didn't press. He didn't ask what the problem was either. "You have my number. If you ever need anything, just call."
...
Leaving Cross Hall, Daniel drove straight to Beverly Hills.
The Douglas family lived there.
Beverly Hills was truly like a city within a city -- the most famous, affluent neighborhood in all of Los Angeles, and arguably the entire country.
Everyone who lived there was either incredibly rich or came from nobility. Many Hollywood A-listers called this place home.
Daniel knew the Douglas family was wealthy, but standing in front of their mansion gave him a real sense of what 'wealth' meant.
His own house -- bought from Kathy's family -- was nice enough.
But compared to the Douglas estate, his house suddenly felt tiny and insignificant.
The car stopped at two iron gates. After Daniel identified himself through the camera, the gates swung open automatically.
A tree-lined driveway stretched ahead.
He drove another hundred yards before the view opened up to reveal a vast mansion nestled in a sprawling garden.
The mansion was typically American in style, and from a distance, it was obviously a fortune in real estate.
Charlie, the butler, was already waiting in the parking area.
After Daniel parked, Charlie immediately opened the door for him.
"This way, Mr. Cross," Charlie said with a respectful nod. "Mr. Douglas is waiting."
They walked toward the main building, and Daniel spotted Douglas standing by the entrance.
However, Daniel noticed that Douglas had lost a considerable amount of weight.
"Welcome, Mr. Cross," Douglas said, stepping forward and giving Daniel an unexpectedly warm hug.
Daniel gently pushed him away. "Since when did you get so friendly? I don't remember you being like this."
Douglas sighed, his voice soft. "It's all my fault. I misjudged you and didn't trust you before. Now I'm paying the price. I regret it so much. If only time could flow backward..."
Douglas's voice trailed off, clearly burdened with deep remorse.
Daniel nodded calmly. "Time doesn't run backward. I just hope I can find a way to save Katherine. Let's go -- take me to her."
"Charlie, you can leave us," Douglas said, dismissing the butler. "I'll take Mr. Cross myself."
Douglas led Daniel inside and down a hall to a Room.
...
After knocking, he pushed the door open and stepped aside.
Daniel immediately noticed an elderly woman seated in a wheelchair in a beautifully decorated room, gazing out the window.
The side of the room facing the garden was a full-length French window.
Warm sunlight poured in, highlighting the woman's silver hair and the lines etched into her skin.
Sensing movement at the door, she turned.
Upon seeing Daniel, her eyes lit up instantly, and her expression grew animated.
It was obvious she knew who he was.
Daniel stepped inside, and after spending a few moments chatting with her, she gradually began to calm.
He turned to leave. "Let's go. Take me to see Tanusha."
That was why Daniel had come.
Soon, he was face to face with Tanusha again -- still trapped inside Katherine's body.
When Daniel asked her about the evil cult she worshipped, Tanusha's body trembled violently once more.
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