Model to Holywood

"Ha~a~ 

The taste of your lips makes me feel like I'm floating. 

Your poison, like heaven, is slowly dripping down."

"I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?" 

Ha~a~

On set, inside the airplane cabin, the MV crew was still shooting.

With the intense music blasting, Britney Spears swung her pale legs and struck a seductive pose, sitting between Luca's legs.

As she sang the lyrics "taste of your lips, I'm on a ride," she turned and gently kissed Luca on the lips.

Luca loosely held the woman in his arms, his eyes burning with passion, though there was a hint of helplessness. The director had only asked for a brief kiss, just for show.

But Britney was being a bit playful, clearly taking advantage of the situation.

Without hearing the director yell "Cut!", Luca continued the scene without flinching, maintaining his performance. After all, he was a professional actor, and a little surprise wouldn't throw him off.

Britney licked her lips and gave a cheeky wink with her back to the camera, the mischief gleaming in her blue eyes.

Luca, still expressionless, kept acting.

"Hmph." 

Britney wrinkled her nose and got up again, throwing her long, pale legs.

Luca leaned forward, extending his arms as if to hold her, his eyes full of longing and reluctance.

Britney recited the lyrics, casually turning her head and poking his forehead with a playful finger.

Luca fell back into his seat.

"Good! We got it!" 

Director Roy wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, quietly relieved. They finally got the shot.

That scene took over an hour to shoot.

Britney kept teasing Luca, intentionally or unintentionally. His pants had to be cleaned multiple times, and halfway through, Luca even had to step out to the bathroom to cool off before they could continue.

The kissing scene alone had to be reshot five times, and even though the most recent take still had issues with Britney's playful moves showing on camera, it didn't matter—any problems could be edited out. If not, they'd just skip them.

Roy didn't want to waste more time on minor details.

"Oh, Roy~" 

Britney arched her back and said with slight dissatisfaction, "There were still issues with that last take. Let's do it again. I can do it better this time."

Luca's lip twitched. Another take?

He looked over at Roy.

Roy, just as exasperated, also twitched his lip and replied, "Britney, your performance was perfect. Plus, we're almost done for the day—we don't have time for another."

"Oh, almost done already?" 

Britney checked her watch. "Wow~ Time flies. Okay then, let's finish up quickly. I can't wait to wrap this up."

Roy sighed in relief and shouted, "Toxic, take eight, scene one, action!"

"I'm addicted to you, 

Don't you know that you're toxic?"

The music started again.

Luca leaned back in his seat, exhaling. They finally made it through.

He scratched his head a little, thinking about how hard it was working with 46-year-old Kim Cattrall during his last shoot, and now with this little witch, Britney. If the first two times were this challenging, what would the third time be like? 

Hopefully easier, without any more complications.

"Intoxicate me now with your lovin' now, 

I think I'm ready now."

As the music played, Britney and her backup dancers started performing again, and Luca became part of the background, quietly watching her dance.

There was supposed to be one more scene between him and Britney.

But Roy, not wanting to risk any further interactions, decided to change it to them flirting from a distance.

"Perfect!" 

After the tenth shot, Director Roy checked his watch and yelled for wrap-up. The crew began packing up and leaving.

Luca's scenes were done too. He stood and exited the cabin.

The cabin was a closed set, with fake blue skies and clouds painted on the windows, so it was impossible to see the outside world.

Once he stepped out, he noticed the sun had already set, and the sky was bathed in the warm hues of the sunset. The sprawling set buildings were soaked in a nostalgic, golden light, adding a touch of warmth.

As the day neared its end, the main roads around the lot were filled with cars, and many tired crew members shuffled toward their rides, heading home.

Ed pulled the car up to the studio entrance.

"Whew!" 

Just as Luca was about to head over, he heard a playful whistle behind him.

He turned around in surprise and saw Britney, dressed in a blue uniform, walking toward him with a sweet smile.

"Luca, can I ask you a question?"

Britney, who stood a little over 5'3", tilted her swan-like neck slightly. The soft sunset light hit her fair cheeks, and her long eyelashes and sapphire-blue eyes made her look even more stunning. However, there was always that mischievous smile on her lips, making it hard for Luca to take her lightly.

Luca smiled softly, "Britney, what's the question?"

Britney stared at his face, seeming to get lost for a moment.

"Britney? Britney?" 

He called out to her twice, snapping her out of her daze. Her cheeks seemed to flush slightly, or maybe it was just the glow of the sunset.

"Luca, you're really pretty!"

Britney looked up at him, admiring his face under the sunset—his forehead, brow, cheekbones, and jawline, all finely chiseled like a Renaissance sculpture, but with a softer, more graceful edge.

His black eyes, deep like the night sky, were warmer and more tender than any darkness.

And those lips—arguably the most sensual lips on any man in the world.

Britney unconsciously licked her lips and took a deep breath. What a gorgeous man.

"Pretty? Britney, is that a compliment?" 

Luca asked with a helpless smile.

"Of course, you're very pretty."

Britney insisted on using that word to describe him.

Luca shrugged, "Alright, thanks for the compliment, Britney. You said you had a question?"

"A question?"

Britney seemed to have forgotten for a moment. She tilted her head in thought, then suddenly clapped her hands. "I remember now!"

She giggled, covering her mouth, her gaze dropping down as she pointed toward his pants. "Luca, earlier when you went to the bathroom during the shoot, it seems like something went missing. Where did it go?"

Luca wiped his forehead as if he was sweating, then spread his hands, "Nothing serious. I just changed into a bigger diaper."

"A bigger diaper?"

Britney froze for a second, then burst out laughing, covering her mouth.

Luca gave a helpless smile. He had to wear one—he'd had so many shots of whiskey that he was about to burst, and needed to be cautious.

"Luca, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble during the shoot earlier," Britney said, trying to stifle her laughter.

"No, Britney, I found it quite fun. Otherwise, the shoot would have been pretty boring."

"Wow~ You think just like me! I hate following the director's orders—it's so dull. Luca, you really surprised me."

"It's no big deal, Britney. I think a lot of actors feel the same way."

Luca chuckled softly.

Britney shook her head, gazing at him, "Luca, how about a drink?"

She pointed to a customized Mercedes parked not far away. "By the way, are you still wearing that diaper?"

"Uh… of course!"

"Oh, that's great! Can I take a look at your diaper?"

Britney licked her cherry-colored lips, her eyes burning with intensity.

Luca, no stranger to this sort of thing, knew exactly what such an invitation meant.

He hesitated for a moment, then glanced over at Ed, who was waiting by the car.

"Britney, I need to check in with my agent first."

"OK, I'll wait for you!"

As she watched him walk away, Britney's excitement was tinged with a hint of disappointment.

PS: Happy National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival! Hahaha!

(End of Chapter)