Sex and the City Contract

Lawrence sent Archer to the gate of a high-end residence, "Thank you for accompanying me to this boring poker game today."

"I'm the one who should say thank you, and I made a small fortune." Archie said half-jokingly, "Black NO.13 can open two sets in a row, so I'm lucky."

"You just have to have fun." Lawrence said with a smile, "Then, I..."

Archer looked at Lawrence and asked him intentionally, "Want to come up and sit?"

Lawrence shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness."

"I knew it." Archer said with a smile, "I seldom...no, I've never seen Mr. Broadeis take advantage of anyone." He said meaningfully: "It's very enviable."

"Archer, what are you talking about?" Lawrence still smiled indifferently, as if he was not the only one listening to him.

"I made a mistake, I'm sorry." Archer changed the subject, "By the way, about the album, thank you." Archer's agency has just won a main supporting role in the "Intern" album through Lawrence. .

"Whatever, that role setting is just right for you, I can do it with a little effort." Lawrence said lightly, "In terms of acting skills, it depends on your own ability."

"I will try my best." Archer complained a little as if he suddenly remembered something, "...but, the medical consultant for the album is very long-winded."

Lawrence laughed, "George is a good man, the kindest man I've ever met, very chivalrous and warm-hearted."

Archie frowned disapprovingly.Lawrence smiled and pulled him over, stroked his chin with his fingers, and kissed him deeply on the lips.After watching him go upstairs, Lawrence returned to the car.

Lawrence stepped on the accelerator without saying a word.There are few vehicles at night, but he can actually let the engine run to the most proud speed, make a smooth sound, and speed on the road.

However, he deliberately slowed down.Glancing at the rearview mirror, he took a deep breath and asked coldly, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

The shadow covered with clothes on the back seat moved, but did not answer.

"I'm curious, you went to work in the casino—" Lawrence said sarcastically, "Is it because of lack of money, for excitement, or to find a partner?"

"It's none of your business." A dry voice finally came from under the clothes.Gabriel's eyes were red and swollen, but he didn't want Lawrence to notice.

"I don't want to care about it either. However, as your sponsor, I don't give you enough living expenses. It's a kind of insult to my financial resources. Besides, Lawyer Mel is even more verbose." Lawrence said impatiently : "If you are looking for excitement... With your current appearance, I have to admit that it is very successful." He paused, deliberately teasing, "If you want to find a partner, you can call my secretary to make an appointment, I will find a way to move I'll be with you for half an hour."

"Fuck you!"

"Using professional gamblers to make money is the stupidest way I've ever heard." Lawrence continued sarcastically, "It's just a statue, is it that important?"

Gabriel pulled his clothes off, "How do you know about the statue?"

"Of course it was said by Lawyer Mel." Lawrence replied angrily, "Since the thing is already in Jin Jie's name, it should be thrown away. Why insist?"

"You know what!" Gabriel yelled, "It's mine, it's for me! How could it be done without my consent...I didn't even know it was given to someone else!"

"...The last thing your father did before the accident was to inform Lawyer Mel to see if there was any way to get the Canova back. However, it was too late." Lawrence was silent for a moment, "So, Treat yourself as if you didn't have a statue. Don't blame your father, it's a sad thing to hate your own family."

"...you shut up." Gabriel covered his face with his clothes again, and the corners of his eyes were wet again.

The next day, Gabriel called in sick.Another day passed, the day when the quarterly auction was held, and Gabriel took another day off. He stayed on the bed all day, read miscellaneous books with earphones on, and didn't even go downstairs to eat.

It was not until the end of the season auction that Gabriel pretended to be nonchalant and went to work.As soon as he stepped into the office, he found a small stack of documents waiting to be processed on the table; he couldn't help but shudder when he saw the yellow file on the top. He knew it was the quarterly auction settlement report.

Gabriel took a deep breath, immediately opened the bottom drawer, grabbed the corner of the file, as if it was T4 explosives, quickly threw it into the drawer, and locked it.He didn't want to know anything about the auction at all.

"...Bidding, it was finally sold for 250 million."

The more he didn't want to know, but there were whispers of discussions from the sculpture department coming from the door.Gabriel walked to close the door without thinking, and when he looked up, he saw Tivito coming out of Oxon's office triumphantly, holding a glass of brandy in his hand.

For the next few days, Gabriel deliberately focused on his new case: the sale of the home collection of a widowed professor of anthropology.The client is the professor's nephew, who would rather buy a Porsche than a house full of old things.In short, it is a question of values, Gabriel thought, not everyone likes to miss.

When Gabriel returned home, Nelson immediately said that Lawrence had a meal and invited him to dinner, and then handed him an invitation letter.The sailboat logo was printed on the invitation envelope, and the recipient wrote "Camille Young".

"...I'm not hungry, I won't have dinner."

Looking at the envelope, Gabriel couldn't help being silent.This is the only invitation letter still signed to his mother.His mother had designed a logo for a sailing team. The team had excellent results and regarded the logo as a lucky charm. Therefore, every year the team issued an invitation letter to him as a commemorative reception during the sailing season.

Holding the invitation letter, Gabriel subconsciously came to his mother's original studio.After Lawrence insisted on remodeling, the leisure room boldly uses dark blue as the main color with a whole piece of floor-to-ceiling windows. His expensive collection is placed inside, and it is naturally nicknamed "Napoleon Hall".

Camille's studio also returned to its original brightness, and the small rose wreath outside was refurbished.Looking at the studio, Gabriel had a lot of emotions. He seemed to have regained something from his childhood, but the real past was like the recipient of the invitation letter, together with the Canova, which would never come back.

"Master..." Gabriel sat in a daze for some time in the little king's studio, but Nelson suddenly walked over to call him, his usually calm voice was a little more impatient. "There is a package."

Lawrence deliberately chose a seat near the stone fireplace in Perse's dining room.The atmosphere of the restaurant is simple and elegant, and the saffron soup recommended by the chef that day was delicious, but Lawrence was still in a bad mood.

"Broades, I'm the CEO, the person who actually handles banking affairs." Booker pointed to a seat next to him that was temporarily vacated. I really don't know why you are so difficult..."

"Perhaps this is the problem. The plan is too perfect...but it is doubtful." Lawrence took a sip of water, "In short, my decision is 'No'."

"Please!" Booker threw the napkin on the table impatiently, "Broades, if you don't listen to me, you will regret it!"

Lawrence stared at Booker, hesitated for three seconds, "Really?" Then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I have something to do, I have to go first, Booker." After speaking, he got up and left the table.

Lawrence had always hated being threatened.He stepped out of PerSe's blue door angrily, trying to calm his head by breathing the night air, although New York's atmosphere has never been known for its freshness.He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking about how to relieve the pressure.Look at your watch, maybe you should call someone to vent...

He just took out his phone and turned his head. Lawrence was so shocked that he couldn't believe what he saw, "What are you doing here?"

As if he hadn't expected to see Lawrence, the person squatting by the door froze in place. "scared me……"

"I was the one who was surprised?" Lawrence said angrily.

"That's right..." The man squatting on the ground stood up hesitantly, "Sorry, I scared you..."

"Are you a stalker?"

"...No!" The man gave Lawrence a blank look, "I...I came because..."

"Canova's Annunciation Angel Gabriel?" Lawrence interrupted, "Finally delivered?"

Gabriel crouched anxiously in front of PerSe's blue gate.When he saw the things carefully delivered by the professional Doortodoordelivery, his eyes widened and he was dumbfounded for a long time.Then, after going around several times, he finally found out the location of Lawrence's dinner, and ran over without thinking.

It wasn't until the door that I regretted it, maybe I was too impulsive.

"I don't know what to do..." Gabriel hesitated. He didn't know how to describe his feelings. When a person thought that something was lost forever, that thing appeared in an incredible way, and it was the most unexpected. brought by people.His heartbeat was unusually fast.

"How should I 'repay' me? It's very simple——" Lawrence pulled a sly smile from the corner of his mouth, "Just exchange your house property rights."

Gabriel froze, and his heart sank even more.He suddenly remembered that Ryan had reminded him a long time ago, don't trust Lawrence, he will be deceived miserably.

"Your goal is the property rights?" After a while, Gabriel reluctantly opened his mouth, and even took a step back, "I thought..."

"Do I expect you to pay?" Lawrence said blatantly, "If you have money, do you still need to go to the casino?"

Gabriel stared at Lawrence without saying a word. Even if he had a little affection for this guy at the moment he saw the statue, it has disappeared with the wind now.

"In short, between the property rights of the house and the statue, you have to give up one."

Why did he have to make this choice?Gabriel was very resentful, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you know how disgusting you are?"

"Of course." Lawrence spread his hands, "If you don't want to choose, just accept it obediently and just say 'thank you'."

Gabriel stayed for a long time, almost confused, "Are you telling the truth or not?"

Lawrence couldn't help laughing at Gabriel's reaction, "You're really funny..."

"Fuck! You bastard..." Gabriel realized that he had been teased at this moment, annoyed, he punched Lawrence in the face without thinking.

"Be careful!" Lawrence smiled and moved away quickly, and hooked Gabriel's neck. "That statue is very suitable for the Napoleon Hall, isn't it?"

"..." Gabriel lowered his head, not knowing how to answer, but felt Lawrence's fingers lightly caressing from his chin to the base of his ear.Gabriel didn't know which tendon was wrong with the other party, so he even touched his lips lightly. Then, he held the back of his neck with one hand and his chin with the other hand, and pressed his tongue deep into the mouth. into his mouth.

"You have something in your mouth."

Gabriel was staring at the coffee in a daze until Andre came over to remind him that he regained his senses.Andre pointed to the Cappuccino's milk froth on his lips, and wanted to help him wipe it off, but Gabriel quickly picked up the napkin and wiped it off, then added two spoonfuls of sugar to the coffee helplessly.

"It's so sweet!" Gabriel frowned, only to realize that he had actually added sugar.How could you be so dazed?It had been like this since he saw Lawrence early in the morning, and he still couldn't believe that he was kissing that guy—from a certain point of view, an enemy guy.

During breakfast, Gabriel pretended to be calm and went downstairs, only to find Lawrence talking on the phone with a serious face.So, Gabriel couldn't help staring at Lawrence's lips when he spoke: moderately thick lips, neat lines, and found that he had never noticed that there was a dimple at the left corner of his mouth...

Gabriel lowered his head, oh my god, he's still dimpled.He should stop himself from thinking wildly, why instead study the other party's facial features?

Alas, he must be too boring and lonely.

The first kiss outside the restaurant last night was completely unexpected by Gabriel. He didn't know what Lawrence's intention was, teasing?provocative?make fun of?Or just because of the influence of the atmosphere, the target is the same for everyone, kissing indiscriminately?

He didn't know how long the kiss lasted, he could only feel his own heartbeat, and Lawrence's tongue constantly deepening and exploring in his mouth, extremely possessive but not aggressive.He had long known that Lawrence was good at kissing, but he was no longer as young as he was four years ago, and had already gained a lot of experience, but Lawrence's kiss still made him... throbbing, and a little intoxicated.

"Take a walk with me." Lawrence finally left Gabriel's mouth reluctantly, still hugging his shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

"..." Gabriel felt as if his mind had been sucked out, and he lost the ability to think. He just followed Lawrence's suggestions and went for a walk with him.

As they walked and chatted, Gabriel really had no memory of what they said, and it was probably all trivial chats: city views, architectural styles, even roads, trees and street lights, and so on.At a certain point, Lawrence turned his head to ask him to look at something on the distant skyline, and inadvertently brushed the corner of his mouth, so they stopped and started kissing again.In the end, Gabriel found himself almost leaning on the other's shoulder, like a chick in a nest, eagerly waiting for the other's kiss.

The two people are like a pair of kissing fish, circling in the aquarium in the background of the bustling metropolis.The result of such indulging was that they didn't even finish walking a street until it was almost midnight.

"I think...we have to hire a taxi." After the nth deep kiss, Lawrence whispered in Gabriel's ear, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to go home until tomorrow morning. "

Gabriel was completely dazed, basically following Lawrence's instructions like a living puppet.Standing on the side of the road, Lawrence stretched out one hand to beckon the car, and put the other on Gabriel's back.

Because he was rushing out the door temporarily, Gabriel just grabbed a thin coat and put it on, with only a simple shirt and a pair of Levis underneath.He felt Lawrence's hand, concealed by the thin coat, slip into the shirt and stroke along his spine.Lawrence's hands were thick and warm, very comfortable...

"Andre, please give me another cup of coffee, Espresso."

Recalling the experience of the previous night, Gabriel's face heated up.He lowered his head and kept persuading himself: It was just a kiss, everyone is an adult, so there is no need to mind it.

Yes, he was too lonely and too boring.

"What's wrong?" Andre brought the coffee and saw Gabriel still lying on the table, so he asked with concern, "Is it because of...Nick?" He scratched his head, "Although it wasn't my fault, However, I didn't expect him to collude with others to steal your money...I'm sorry."

"Andre, since I want to gamble, I have to take the risk. You don't have to mind too much." Gabriel raised his head, he almost forgot about Nick, "...What do you mean 'Nick colluded with others'?"

"I also heard it from someone." Andre lowered his voice, "It seems that a gambler colluded with Nick and invited you to order a bartending, taking the opportunity to make trouble."

There was such a thing, Gabriel couldn't help trembling.He subconsciously looked left and right, from HomeParty to the casino, the appearance of that bartender, was it a coincidence that was carefully arranged by someone, or was someone watching him all the time?Why?

Gabriel walked back to Antique suspiciously all the way, and then stepped into the glass door. The receptionist at the counter immediately told Gabriel that someone was looking for him with a strange expression.Walking into the small reception room suspiciously, Gabriel saw a figure squatting by the bookshelf looking through the outdated auction catalogue.

"Ren?"

"Hey, Gabriel!" Hearing Gabriel's voice, Ren immediately stood up with a smile, "How are you doing recently?"

Ren's simple greeting, at this moment, sounds to Gabriel's ears with a lot of meaning. "Also... well." He believed that Lane should not know about professional gamblers, statues, and the kiss he and Lawrence had the night before.

"I'm not too bad." Ryan took out two tickets from his pocket without wasting any time, "This is for you. My band—you know that I formed an amateur band with a few friends? I am Drummer." Ren laughed twice, "Now we will perform at this pub one day a week, you are welcome to come."

"Thank you..." Gabriel accepted the admission ticket in doubt, vaguely feeling that Ren's purpose should not be so simple.

"This is bribing you." Ren really smiled wickedly, "I came here to ask you to help me with two things, very important things."

After returning home, Gabriel made a quick inspection, but Lawrence hadn't returned home yet.Look at the watch, is that guy going to have another meal?After thinking about it, he decided to make a phone call first.

When he came to the door of the small living room on the second floor, Gabriel glanced in casually, and noticed that there were several magazines on the small square table.Every day, the servants will place the newly arrived weekly magazines there.He walked over and saw that most of them were business, financial, and political weekly magazines, and there was a fashion magazine among them.He looked around to make sure there were no other people waiting, and then tiptoely pulled out the fashion magazine.

Didn't expect that guy to be interviewed by a fashion magazine?Gabriel frowned disapprovingly.He carefully turned to the page of the interview, and suddenly saw Lawrence's full-page photos.The photographer skillfully captured his natural expression with the lens, and the dimple at the left corner of his mouth softened his smile.

A voice in Gabriel's head snorted and told himself not to spend time on such unnutritious articles, but his eyes kept reading involuntarily.At the same time, his ears were pricked up, paying close attention to any sign of trouble, he didn't want anyone to find himself reading this stupid magazine.

Suddenly, Nelson's voice came from downstairs to open the door for the owner. Gabriel's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He immediately closed the magazine and ran out of the small living room into his own room.Leaning against the door, Gabriel took several deep breaths, like a kid who got into trouble.

Like all Gossip reports, it was just a very curious interview, without any extraordinary insights or new discoveries, and it might even be nonsense, but one sentence in it has always stuck in his mind——Interview reporter asked Lauren When asked about his "most memorable kiss," Lawrence replied, half-jokingly, "Ha, that was too much."

That said, experiences like last night's were commonplace for Lawrence.

Gabriel scratched his head, laughing at himself for being stupid.So let's just say, he doesn't need to mind that much at all.I don't know why, but there is a faint sense of loss in my heart.

"Do you want to come in? Or are you just passing by?" At night, Lawrence, who was reading the newspaper, raised his head and looked suspiciously at Gabriel, who was standing at the door of the small living room, looking hesitantly.

"Come in." Gabriel plucked up the courage to step into the door, as if passing through a passage full of mines, walked up to Lawrence, cleared his throat, "Lawrence..." He decided to get straight to the point: "I want to I invite you to a party."

Lawrence looked at Gabriel in surprise, "Could it be something like Spring Break?" The first thing he thought of was college carnival, "Did you know that I'm much older than you?"

Gabriel froze for a moment, age...Lawrence looked younger than his actual age; indeed, he had been ignoring the fact that he was 17 years younger than the other party, and was always naive anyway.

"It's not the kind you imagined." Gabriel quickly took out an envelope and explained, "It's the press conference of the sailing regatta. I don't want to go by myself, so..."

Gabriel glanced at Lawrence, "The time is next Friday." He tentatively said, "I have already called your secretary to confirm that you are free that night..."

Lawrence stared at Gabriel with wide eyes, "You are really surprising. Why call my secretary for such a thing?"

"I...you said it yourself, if I need it..." Gabriel panicked all of a sudden, and hurriedly defended, and then suddenly realized, "Could it be...you actually had a private date that day?"

Lawrence was noncommittal, just looked at him coldly.