Keanu Reeves is indeed very handsome, but his personality is currently just as bad. If he doesn't offer enough resources to make Charlize Theron's heart skip a beat, why should she sleep with him?
Of course, this was all from Charlize Theron's point of view. He wasn't sure if it was true or not.
Either way, he was just enjoying the gossip. If he needed to use Keanu Reeves, he would still do so, just like if he could produce *Pirates of the Caribbean*, he would still use Depp.
After all, without Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow, replacing him with someone else would leave the movie soulless.
"I see you're feeling better?"
Wayne said as he reached out and patted Theron on her firm butt.
This made Theron shudder instantly, her bones feeling like jelly.
"Damn it!"
Theron cursed silently.
Wayne couldn't resist the temptation and leaned in for a kiss. Sally responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together.
Wayne's hands wandered down to Sally's ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against his.
"I want you, Wayne," Sally whispered in his ear, her breath hot and heavy. "Take me to your place and fuck me hard."
Wayne didn't need to be asked twice. They left the party and headed back to his apartment, their hands and mouths all over each other.
Once they arrived, Wayne wasted no time. He pulled Sally's dress over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her lacy lingerie. He traced his fingers over the delicate fabric, teasing her nipples until they were hard peaks.
Sally moaned and writhed under his touch, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Wayne could feel her wetness through her panties and couldn't resist any longer. He hooked his fingers under the thin fabric and pulled them down, exposing her pussy.
Wayne knelt between Sally's legs and spread them wide open. He leaned in and started licking and sucking her clit, making her moan louder and louder.
"Yes, yes, Wayne. Just like that," Sally cried out, her fingers tangled in his hair.
Wayne slid a finger inside her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness. He added a second finger, fucking her harder and faster. Sally's moans turned into screams of pleasure.
But Wayne wasn't done yet. He pulled his fingers out and traced them over her asshole, teasing her.
"Do you want me to finger your ass, Sally?" Wayne asked, his voice low and husky.
"Yes, yes, please," Sally begged, her body trembling with anticipation.
Wayne slid a finger inside her ass, making her moan even louder. He started fucking her ass with his finger, while continuing to lick and suck her clit.
Sally's orgasm hit her like a wave, her pussy and ass clenching around Wayne's fingers. She screamed out his name, her body shaking with pleasure.
Wayne stood up and pulled off his pants, revealing his hard cock. He entered Sally roughly, making her moan again. He fucked her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together.
"Yes, Wayne, yes. Fuck me harder," Sally cried out, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Wayne didn't hold back, he fucked her with all his might until he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out and came all over her stomach, his hot cum covering her skin.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and satisfied.
"That was amazing, Wayne," Sally whispered, her head resting on his chest.
"Yes, it was," Wayne agreed, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
By the time she was woken up by the sudden ringing of the phone the next day, it was already 4 p.m.
"Hello—"
Charlize Theron groggily answered the phone, her voice still completely hoarse.
But soon, she was fully awake from her agent's frantic voice on the other end.
"Sally, what are you doing? I've called you dozens of times, and you didn't answer. I even went to your place and rang the doorbell, but no one answered. Where the hell have you been?"
"What's up?"
Charlize Theron forced her tired body to sit up, glancing around at the mess in the room. She recalled the scene last night when Wayne ravaged her so fiercely that she had no energy left to fight back. She couldn't help but let out a curse.
"What did you say?"
"Sorry, I wasn't talking about you. Alright, Mary, what's the rush?"
"Of course, it's about the $3 million! Didn't they say the contract would be signed today? But I haven't heard anything from Hemera Pictures. Could there be a problem? Didn't you sleep with that Wayne Anderson last night? What's the situation?" Her agent Mary asked anxiously.
But maybe because Theron wasn't fully awake yet, her attention was focused on something else.
"That's right! I did sleep with that damned Wayne last night!" Charlize Theron gritted her teeth as she spoke.
"???"
"And then?" After waiting for a while and hearing no follow-up, Mary could only prompt her to continue.
"And then? I told him that I'd be busy promoting *Men of Honor* and *Reindeer Games* for the next two months, so it'd be best if my scenes could be shot first and in a tight schedule."
"And what did he say?"
"Wayne said he would discuss the shooting schedule with the director, Wen-something."
"What if they can't coordinate?"
"If they can't, then they'll just replace me. That's how Hollywood works, right? No one is irreplaceable~"
"???"
Mary, on the other end of the line, was dumbfounded by Charlize Theron's casual, indifferent tone.
"That's $3 million! What kind of attitude is this?!" Mary practically shouted.
A $3 million paycheck meant a 10% cut for the agency—$300,000. Mary would get $70,000 to $80,000 herself, which was equivalent to the annual salary of an average middle-class person!
"You slept with him, didn't he—"
"I slept with him!" Charlize Theron suddenly emphasized.
"Okay, okay, you slept with him. But if you don't get the contract, wasn't that for nothing?"
Mary barely held back the word "got," which made Theron feel much better.
"Well, it wasn't entirely for nothing. He's the strongest man I've ever met, and he's so handsome. Even if I don't get the contract, I didn't lose out~"
Charlize Theron subconsciously licked her lips, her eyes narrowing into slits.
In fact, she felt like she had gained something.
After all, both Wayne himself and the wild experience from last night were leaps and bounds ahead of what she had experienced before.
Mary, however, was left speechless.
She wasn't stupid; otherwise, she wouldn't have made it as an agent at CAA, and she certainly wouldn't have been able to get the then-little-known Theron into an Oscar-winning actor's film alongside Will Smith.
She had figured it out. Charlize Theron had been "convinced."
"Damn it! You've been in Hollywood for years. What kind of men haven't you seen? And you, you actually—" Mary stammered in disbelief.
Charlize Theron, however, calmly replied, "You wouldn't understand without experiencing it," and decisively changed the subject.
"Anyway, I'm confident the $3 million will come through. Just wait for the call."
Normally, after an audition, there's a casting meeting to finalize the roles. Once the decisions are made, the production company contacts the agents or actors to come and sign the contracts.
This process could take anywhere from a night to a few weeks. The more high-profile or promising the actor, the faster the notification.
In this movie, Charlize Theron was playing a supporting role, but she was more famous than Willem Dafoe, who hadn't yet gained widespread recognition as the Green Goblin from *Spider-Man*.
So, in theory, her confirmation should come quickly and be a sure thing.
However, because of scheduling conflicts and the high paycheck, her agent Mary was feeling a bit anxious.
Now that Charlize Theron had reassured her, Mary had no choice but to wait.
As for calling the production company to inquire, it had only been a day. If she seemed too eager, what if Hemera Pictures used that to negotiate a lower price?
Until the contract is signed, prices can change. Whoever shows desperation loses!
Unfortunately, Mary's usual Hollywood mindset didn't account for Wayne.
What's $3 million? If the system hadn't capped the offer at 150% of the market rate, he wouldn't have hesitated to double it.
After hanging up the phone, Charlize Theron debated whether to get up and take a shower, then eat something to fill her growling stomach, or lie back down and sleep a bit more.
After a brief internal struggle, she chose the latter. She was simply too exhausted.
Even holding her phone felt like an effort, and her fingers were still limp.
But she had barely tossed her phone onto the bedside table and snuggled back into bed for five minutes before it started ringing again.
Honestly, at that moment, Charlize Theron felt like shutting off her phone—or smashing it.
But this was Hollywood. She was still just a slightly famous second-tier actress, and anyone who had her number might bring her a chance to advance.
So, she had no choice but to reluctantly pick up the phone again.