The Young Lion

On the drive home, Aldrich was humming in a good mood as a record by an unpopular band, the Backstreet Boys, was playing in the car.

Aldrich also couldn't figure out why the Backstreet Boys who released their singles would be ignored, but this did not prevent him from listening to their music in this era.

Pulling the car into the garage, Aldridge couldn't help laughing while humming.

Can't blame him for being a little carried away, as long as he thinks of Kevin Keegan's lost soul, he can't help laughing.

Habitually opening the mailbox before opening the door, he would receive letters from Rowling from time to time. Except for the novel draft of Harry Potter, the two exchanged trivial matters of life like pen pals.

From the exchange of letters this year, Aldridge clearly felt Rowling's change in her attitude towards life, and she came out of the closed, sad and depressed state. It is filled with happiness between the lines.

Aldrich is happy for her, and he is also willing to share with her the happy or bad things in his life and career. Probably everyone is an adult, with a certain mental age, and the way of thinking when communicating is more mature. a feeling of.

Sure enough, there was a letter in the mailbox. Aldrich picked it up and looked at it, and his happy mood suddenly disappeared.

There was no postmark on this letter, and there was no mailing address or receiving address. It was obviously artificially stuffed directly into his mailbox at home.

This is not the first time Aldridge has received such letters, there have been three times before.

He opened the door, sat down on the sofa, loosened his tie and opened the letter.

There were seven or eight photos inside, and he put the photos aside, then opened the words on the letter paper, and finally laughed helplessly.

This is a courtship letter, which expresses the feelings of admiration, and those photos are sexy photos with bold scales. The young girl is not naked, but the private area is well concealed through the angle, and then the charming pose expression.

Aldrich walked back to the study, opened a drawer, and found three letters he had received before. The contents of the letters were roughly the same, but the photos were different each time.

He found the first letter and opened it. Looking at the phone number left in the letter, he picked up the landline in the study and called.

Not long after, the phone was connected, and a clear and pleasant female voice came from the other end.

Miss Katie-Price, is it?

Well, who are you?

I'm Aldrich Hall.

Aldrich... Hall... Oh, it's you! Have you finally been moved by me? Aldrich, I've been waiting for your call for more than a month!

Stop talking nonsense, just tell me, how much is it for one night?

...

Not interested? Well, that's my misunderstanding. Please don't harass me again, thank you.

Wait, two thousand pounds.

Two thousand? You are really expensive.

I promise it's worth it.

Okay, I will let you earn 20,000 yuan tonight! Does the East London Green Hotel know? I'm going to book a room now. If you show up on time at 9 o'clock in the evening, I will ask the waiter to take you to the room.

Twenty thousand...Okay, okay, see you tonight!

In the end,

Her tone was already full of excitement, and after hanging up the phone, Aldridge pressed the recording end button next to the landline, took out a small tape inside and put it in the drawer.

Not in the mood for dinner, Aldridge took out 20,000 cash from the safe, and then drove to Sander's bar.

It was not yet seven o'clock, and the bar hadn't yet entered the peak business hours. Aldridge became the focus of attention after he entered the bar.

Before Aldrich sat down, Sander pushed a glass of whiskey in front of him and said with a smile, I'll take this glass, the game in the afternoon is very exciting.

Aldridge drank the whiskey in one gulp, and Sander continued to pour him wine. Aldrich waved his hand and approached Sander, whispering: I remember you are not married yet.

Sand shook his head and said, No, it's over, it's just that my wife doesn't show up.

Aldrich rolled his eyes and said, You didn't notify me of the marriage?

Sander smiled and said, I don't want you to spend any more money. Back then I was working alone in East London...

Okay, okay, don't talk about these old things.

Aldrich is more disgusted with entanglement in the past. He can guess what Sander will say. It is nothing more than Aldrich and his friends who help black immigrants like Sander gain a firm foothold in East London and prevent him from being bullied on the street. Just bullying.

It was a piece of cake for him, but Sander always remembered it in his heart.

Tell me, what are you doing here today?

Sander saw that Aldrich had something to do.

In a place like a bar, three schools of thought gather together. Sander, as the boss, is naturally slick and familiar with everyone. Aldrich looked him straight in the eyes and said seriously, Can you help me find ten horny men?

puff!

Sander almost spit on Aldrich's head. He stared at Aldrich with a strange expression on his face, and leaned forward and covered his mouth with his hands and whispered: I know a gay bar, not far from here.

Aldridge pushed Sander away, and said displeasedly: Where did you think? The ten men are not for me, but for her.

Aldridge took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Sander.

Sander looked at the naked Katie Price in the photo, and smiled ambiguously: She's really hot, but she looks familiar, eh, wait a minute.

Saying that, Sander bent down and rummaged behind the bar for a while, then took out two copies of The Sun, and Aldridge and the other looked down head to head.

Isn't she the model? She's so young, don't you like it?

Sander stared at Aldrich, and Aldrich asked back, Do you like it?

Sander laughed and said, I'm already thirty years old.

Banqiu, even a man in his eighties will still like a girl of seventeen or eighteen.

Sander, who was punctured by Aldrich, raised his eyebrows, and when he saw a guest coming in, he quickly put away the Sun on the table. He was almost assimilated into a real boring British guy, pretending to be serious outside, In fact more than half of all men read page 3 of The Sun when they are alone in the toilet or office or whatever.

Sander remembered, and lowered his voice, Hey, isn't she the model who said in the newspaper that she wanted to date you?

Aldrich nodded, Sander suddenly realized, and sighed: It's hard for you, who made you famous? On the prey list of professional sugar daddy girls, you must be on the list. Not only do you have money, but you can also give them money. Bring fame.

Aldridge lit a cigarette and said, Yes, I hate being used by others, and I don't even want to buy spring in my life.

Sander asked tentatively: You want to find ten men? What are you doing? Threatening her?

Aldridge grinned and said, Of course not. That's vulgar. It's a crime. Do I need it? You find ten men for me, and I'll give them two thousand pounds each. I'm dating this guy tonight. The lady opened a room at the hotel, but she didn’t explain that I would go to the scene, the person you hired went to the hotel with the money I gave, and she gave her two thousand at a time, and ten people left after finishing their work. She received both money and sex, and everyone was happy.”

Sander shook his head when he heard the words: That's not necessarily the case. A girl like her is ambitious. She can sleep with you without any money, because she can sell the story to the newspaper. If you can bring her by your side, you can get to know her. More rich people, maybe she will give you money to do it.

Aldridge smiled unabated, and said lightly: This is how things develop. I give the money, and the man goes, and she does it if she wants. This is a business deal. If she doesn't want to leave, I don't want the money back. Think of it as a labor fee for your friends, and what about her? She will definitely be angry, angry, and she will make some noise, but I am prepared, I like to do it once and for all, and let those women who approach me with evil intentions understand that I am not good Don't mess with me, don't he-mother use me as a cash machine and a stepping stone, I hate mixing feelings and fame and fortune the most.

Sander patted Aldrich on the shoulder understandingly, picked up the phone and said, Then I will find some partners and let them earn extra money.

Aldrich nodded, took out the 20,000 pounds in a paper bag and handed it to Sander, and then he picked up his mobile phone and called Green Hotel to make a reservation.

Before leaving, he left the photo and asked Sander to pass it on to his friend. They went to the hotel and handed the photo to the waiter to pick him up.

Driving home, I just parked the car in the garage. The community under the hazy street lights is peaceful and peaceful. Spaniards eat late, after seven o’clock. Villa’s parents walked home with a bag of ingredients. By the time Aldrich emerged from the garage, the couple warmly invited Aldrich to their home for dinner.

The hospitality was hard to refuse, so Aldridge went to Cucurbita's house for a light meal.

At the Green Hotel in East London, when the lights first came on, the charmingly dressed Katie Price arrived as promised, but soon she ran out of the hotel.

The ten men in the big suite who only wore underwear frightened her, who was just an adult, and turned around in panic and ran away.

When she got home, she calmed down a bit, and immediately called Aldrich's house.

At this time, Aldrich, who was full of food and drink, was soaking in the bathtub beautifully, went out of the bathroom to answer the phone, and then went back to take a bath.

Mr. Hall, are you humiliating me?

Didn't they pay?

It's not about money!

You're confusing me. It's not about the money? You charged the price of two thousand pounds, and you said it would be worth it.

You'll regret it! Mr. Hall, I've never seen such a shameless man like you!

Thank you, you and me, there is no need to argue about who is more noble, Miss Katie-Price, please don't harass me in the future.

After hanging up the phone, Aldridge closed his eyes and took a comfortable bath, but after a while he picked up the phone and dialed out again.

Why are you calling me at this time? It's more than half an hour before ten o'clock.

Aldrich naturally called his girlfriend, and he recounted what happened today, and finally said in a deep and slow voice, Melanie, I want to fuck you!

...

Sorry, I guess I got dizzy from the bath.

Recently, I don't have time to meet you when I'm recording an album, Aldridge, are you telling the truth?

Why do you ask?

We have been dating for more than half a year, and I have already begun to suspect that you are crooked.

I'm just busy with work, and your doubts hurt me.

Hehehe, well then, I apologize.

I accept your apology, good night.

Don't worry, I have something to tell you too.

what?

Aldrich, I want to fuck you too! Good night.

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