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Hollywood What If Chapter 153

"Woohoo! Let's party!"

"Haha!"

"Yeah!"

The night came and the bars opened for business. The city of Los Angeles had its nightly fun almost every night.

Men and women went into the bars and had fun. Drinking alcohol, taking drugs, and maybe having sex. Having the best day of their lives.

Just like that, Cameron Diaz was having fun with her friends. The bar they usually went to was a high end and the price of a shot of alcohol was outrageous. But for an actress/model who earns millions from her movies and sponsors, such an amount was nothing to Cameron Diaz.

She danced to the party music and let the alcohol flow through her veins.

"Hey, gurl~~ Check out that guy over there~ Isn't he hot? Like, oh my gawd." The valley girl accent was something else.

As they danced, one of Cameron's friends pointed to a lonely man sitting in the corner.

The man was tall, over six feet, with broad shoulders. The muscles under his long sleeves were obvious, even though the lighting in the bar was dim.

He was drinking a bottle of vodka, and it appeared that he was far from sober.

Even Cameron Diaz took an interest. She was in a foul mood these days.

She grinned and approached the man. But as she got closer, she realized that she recognized the man.

"Kazir?"

Cameron was surprised. Kazir Grey was known to never set foot in a bar like this. He was not the party type.

Besides, the man in front of her seemed to be drowning in alcohol. The smell of alcohol on Kazir was quite strong.

Frankly, she never expected to meet Kazir in this place. Cameron thought about seducing Kazir, but the chances of that happening were slim. After all, Kazir Grey spent most of his time in his office.

So it was a miracle to see her target tonight in this very bar. Of course, Cameron was not foolish to pass up the opportunity.

She approached Kazir with sexiness, she was a model and she knew how to swing her waist when she walked.

"Kazir? Kazir, is that you?"

She said in a shocking manner.

"Huh... Huh?"

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Kazir was a little slow to react. He looked at Cameron Diaz, but his brain processor was sluggish.

After meeting his mother, Kazir was too mad to think. He saw a bar and decided to go in. He didn't care what kind of bar it was, he just wanted to forget everything and get drunk as hell.

At that moment he felt that alcohol was the only thing that could help him.

"It's me, Cameron Diaz."

"Eh...?"

Kazir tilted his head. His eyes staring at her yet not.

"Cameron Diaz."

"Hm." The man nodded...

Cameron giggled. She found his reaction funny. She realized that a drunk Kazir was a cute Kazir.

"... Oh, you're Cameron Diaz." Took him a few seconds to realize.

"That's right! I'm glad you remembered my name." She smiled and sat down beside him.

"How could I forget? You're a beautiful woman." He muttered, quite drunk.

"Thank you."

"I mean it. I'm not kidding... Cameron Diaz, you are sexy and beautiful. Don't demean yourself. I think you should take care of yourself and keep being healthy, stay away from harm..."

"..."

Cameron Diaz was speechless. The man was quite honest. No, he was adorable.

Her opinion of Kazir was that he was a big director who loved to work. A workaholic who didn't care about the looks of women.

She saw him at some formal parties and she witnessed how many times actresses tried to flirt with him, but Kazir was an immovable object. He didn't respond to any of their advances and maintained a gentlemanly demeanor... Perhaps Cameron was attracted to this type of man.

'I thought he was gay because I never saw him flirt with a woman... Except for that bitch.'

Cameron Diaz held a grudge against Reese Witherspoon for stealing her role. They never had a real meeting in person, but her opinion of Reese Witherspoon would never change.

'Oh well...'

She looked at Kazir. The man drank another swig of vodka like it was nothing.

"Bartender! Give me another one!" He yelled.

"Kazir, how many bottles have you had?" Cameron narrowed her eyes.

"Huh...? Wait... Let me count..." With his fingers, Kazir began to count. "4... 5... 6... I think 7 bottles of vodka."

"7 bottles? How is that possible?"

She was stunned. Was it even possible for one person to consume 7 bottles of vodka in one night? Was the alcohol content not that high?

"Sir, I think my friend is already drunk. Please don't give him any more."

She stopped the bartender and he nodded. He, too, was afraid to give Kazir another bottle. The prices of alcohol in their bar were expensive and he was happy at first because Kazir spent so much money in one night. But the bartender got scared because Kazir wouldn't stop drinking.

"Kazir, you have to stop. Get up, I'll take you to your apartment."

'I want to seduce him, but I think I have to do it next time... I can't take advantage of a drunk man. He can't even talk straight.'

Maybe she wanted to make a real move, not something like this.

"Ugh... Okay."

Kazir stood up and tried to walk, but he wobbled.

"Here, let me help you."

Cameron helped him.

"Thanks."

She led him out of the bar.

"I think... I think I'm going to throw up."

Hearing his words, Cameron led him to the alley. They found a dumpster and Kazir began to vomit.

A few minutes later, Kazir was slightly sober after throwing up most of what he had consumed.

"Thanks, Cameron..."

"Call me Cam. I already called a cab for you."

"Hm..."

Cameron sighed when she saw that Kazir was all right now.

The taxi arrived and Kazir got into the car.

Cameron thought everything was over. She could go back to the bar.

"Um... Take me to Paramount Headquarters."

"Huh?"

That was when Cameron Diaz realized that Kazir was not sober at all! He was still not thinking clearly.

She bit her lip and got into the cab, too.

"Take us to Mulholland Drive."

Luckily, Cameron Diaz knew Kazir's address... She had done some research on him.

The cab driver nodded.

"Ma'am, just to be sure. There's an extra charge if your friend vomits in my car, and it's not a small charge."

"All right, I'll take care of it."

Cameron Diaz was here to have fun, but it seemed she had to take care of a drunk man.

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[So let's get a few things straight. So far this novel is not a harem, which I like. Kazir has just met some actresses along the way, but there's no two-timing, three-timing, or whatever].