Chapter 7: He is the one who ruined the suit, not Simon

The MV advertisement was quickly put on the market. Claude certainly created a small wave; countless people visited the character in a black and white shirt who played

The various forums that specialise in gossip about the stars were also flooded with topics about Claude's visuals, most of which were full of praise.

The current evil spirit characters are very flamboyant, whereas the evil energy on Claude's body is hidden beneath strength and elegance.

This fever has not passed. Also during this time, Vogue published photos taken by Nicon, making Claude's Ouja role hotter than ever. Vogue specially printed this photo into a folding poster, titled Ouja. Elain suddenly became a supporting role in the work.

With a bright star-like Elain in the background, Claude couldn't help but waste a bit of time.

Jason was surprised and equally startled. He received countless casting offers for Claude, so he patted him on the shoulder, complimenting, "Who knew you were this good at acting?"

The shocking popularity made many people in the company envious. However, Claude is still humble and gentle. Many people consider Claude to be understanding, good-natured, and not arrogant, so let it go.

Simon becomes the typical villain again. When he returned from the filming set, he was kept under wraps by the company.

Many people criticise Simon for being too greedy and becoming spoiled by sticky rice. I heard that Ronald Thomas really intends to continue to force the producer to let Simon play Ouja, but Simon only knows how to be rigid. The money spent on stopping production and filming is all invested by investors, so both Ronald Thomas and Simon were afraid to support Simon.

"You're so lucky!" he laughed.

Claude smiled, "I don't believe in luck."

Claude recently received a lot of invitations and no longer needed to work at the bar, but he still often comes to Aaron's to talk to Aaron, have a drink, and then go home.

Today, when he was excited, Aaron suddenly pushed him and said, "Look who it is!"

Claude turned around to see Cyrus sitting in a corner of the bar. His outfit for today is a Givenchy wine-coloured sweater with a deep V-neck to reveal his curvaceous neckline and attractive collarbones, next to a loose brown leather jacket.

Cyrus's slender fingers are lighting matches and lighting cigarettes, elegant but distant, difficult to approach.

"That benefactor!" Aaron cheered, "Hurry up and get people a glass of wine!"

He stammered, "I'm afraid he won't recognise me."

As Aaron served Cyrus attentively, as expected, he didn't bother to lift his eyelids, as if he had completely forgotten about the model guy he worked with for ten days.

"Just a little bit more drunk!" Aaron whispered in his ear, "He's had about three glasses of Torros Spedal."

He glanced at Cyrus sitting next to the bar smoking a cigarette. A few people were sitting in a row and then awkwardly getting up to leave.

The bar Aaron works at is actually one of the city's high-end hangouts, but that doesn't mean there won't be a dissident among the rich.

Claude then looked at Cyrus with a mixture of concern and anger.

Cyrus still didn't look, put the tip into the bartender's empty tray like so many other guests, then raised his long finger again, slowly sipping the wine.

Moments later, Aaron came over, threw the tip in the drawer, leaned into his ear and said, "Brothers and sisters, should give me one more chance. Hold on tight!"

Claude looked worriedly at Aaron's determined face, who whispered again, "I changed his Torros Special to Super Torros Special."

"Ah?!" He almost jumped up from his chair.

Having been around for a long time at the bar, of course he knows that Super Torros is made from seven types of spirits. Don't ask if you're drunk, if you don't drink well, just determine that one glass is enough. But now Aaron has three drinks for Cyrus, and he's not newly drunk.

Aaron pressed his shoulder down, licking his lips, "Don't miss him; he's so handsome, and I heard he likes men too." Say the part where the guy makes eye contact with Claude and then makes Super Torros for another guest at another table.

Claude watched Aaron mix seven types of spirits, such as vodka, Martini, Cointreau, and put them in the shaker with mint, making a green cocktail, which at first glance was extremely refreshing, but he also knew that the refreshing glass of wine was really, immensely strong.

Claude remembered Cyrus had drunk three glasses of Super Torros in the stomach, and suddenly felt his scalp numb.

Cyrus didn't drink heavily, but when he went out, he kicked his feet and had to hold on to the wall all the way to get into the parking lot.

Claude pursued Cyrus with vigour, suspecting him of bad intentions.

It took a long time for Cyrus to crouch on the roof of his car before reaching into his pocket for the keys.

He put the key in the lock but couldn't open the door forever, so he pulled harder, leading to a slip before someone caught him before he fell.

"Is it you?" Unexpectedly, he recognised Claude, not accidentally like when he met Aaron again and threw the key to him.

Cyrus hummed, "Room 2204, Block B, Hai Paradise Luodong." Honestly, don't bother being polite, just automatically consider him as his driver.

Honestly, Claude had no illusions that Cyrus believed him. Even with a stranger, he would be the same.

Cyrus's house is just like him; rich in taste, clean and tidy.

The house area is not small; it must be more than three hundred square meters. It seems that Cyrus's remuneration is not inferior to Elain's.

Claude's eyes were still wandering around the house when Cyrus suddenly pressed him against the wall. Claude saw his eyes glaze over, and then his lips got closer and closer. He was so tense he forgot to breathe.

Cyrus' long fingers brushed Claude's wrists, and his voice was hoarse, "You didn't bring me here just to see my house, did you?"

The ceiling lamp where the coffin shone on Cyrus made his whole body covered with golden light, but his face was red from drunkenness.

His lips are also relaxed and look softer than usual. His breath is full of the scent of whiskey, leading to the heat that seems to burn, melting anyone standing in front of him.

He looked at Claude for a moment, then bent down to lick Claude's lips.

Just like that, Claude felt that he had lost control, and his breathing became faster.

He was bewildered and nervous, while Cyrus was strangely calm.

He slowly led the process, apparently enjoying this erotic prelude.

He pointed the way for Claude's hand to reach the inside of the wine-red sweater. Claude's finger gently stroked Cyrus's, paused for a moment, and then succumbed to temptation again.

Claude's hand is quite beautiful, strong and slim. His only regret is that no one knows that his palm is full of rough calluses.

Compared to Derek Thomas, Claude found Cyrus neither too naive nor too rude. He was like warming up a bottle of wine, not paying attention to when to drink but paying more attention to his feelings when drinking and who he was drinking with.

The faint scent of perfume, with the faint scent of liquorice spreading from his brother, made Claude somewhat shaken, clumsily tilting his head. They looked straight at each other. The sound of breathing became heavier and heavier. Even Claude could see the image of himself immersed in the swimming pool from each other's eyes.

Cyrus' long fingers rested on his, the cold sensation sending him into an electric shock.

They were engrossed in their embrace until they fell on his white bed.

Claude suddenly turned over again, arms crossed, looking at Cyrus from above.

He had to work very hard not to bite his tongue to confirm if the scene that was unfolding was real.

Cyrus's short jet-black hair was scattered on the white bed; her clothes were sloppy; her wine-coloured sweater was pulled back halfway, exposing her toned stomach and graceful waistline.

In Claude's opinion, Cyrus is the owner of countless secrets. Starting from Derek Thomas, Claude no longer believes that a person of noble background, highly educated and difficult to approach like Cyrus will suddenly have goodwill with him.

Cyrus' vision was still hazy; evidently, he was taking his current hesitation as naive. His fingers were placed on the boy's waist, loosening the belt and slowly pulling it away.

Claude, who was struggling in the middle of a romance, suddenly became flustered, exclaiming, "I just wanted to ask you, why do you think I'm good at playing Ouja?"

Cyrus also raised her eyes, looking at him, eyes like blind eyes, turning into a deep abyss, "You really want to succeed, don't you?" I just looked at you and I knew you were hungry for success. You were hungry. yearning for success more than anyone else. You're just like him. "

"Is that why you ruined Ouja's outfit?"

He smiled, closing his tired eyes. "It's a silly piece of art, isn't it?"

Claude's pupils shrank as if in pain. He stepped back, got up from the bed, and frantically dressed again, "I have to go."

Cyrus slowly opened his eyes, the blind eyes gradually shining under the flickering light. Sitting up too, he elegantly zips up his pants, showing absolutely no qualms about being rejected.

"I'm leaving!" He didn't wait for an answer, but turned around and walked away, putting on his shoes at the entrance.

His casual Adidas sneakers were flanked by Cyrus' comfortable dark brown stylish shoes.

Those are Archie Tan Oxford pattern shoes with white soles manufactured by Grenson, a long-standing British footwear company, perhaps it is not the most luxurious brand, but it is definitely very comfortable, trivial ideas but actually beautiful in every detail... Just like Nicon himself.