[Chapter 213: Natalie Portman's Acquiescence?]
Godwin Manor.
Ivanka lay on the bed, her eyes full of contentment.
That day, from the company to home, Ian hadn't stopped paying attention to Ivanka, even in the car -- it was clear he was truly crazy about her.
Playing with Ivanka's long, beautiful legs, Ian fed her some wine from his glass.
She savored the wine, her eyes filled with pleasure.
Wine was nothing -- she'd had plenty before.
She looked at Ian. "I guess you must feel disappointed."
Ian was surprised. "Why do you say that?"
"Because now that I'm here, you can't be with anyone else," Ivanka replied.
Ian chuckled. "Not really."
One advantage of dating celebrity girlfriends was that they were all busy, so there was always time to see each other without conflicts.
Besides, Ivanka had already been 'trained' quite well by Ian -- being with other women wasn't impossible.
Right now, the only ones off-limits were Katherine, Anne Hathaway, and a few others; even Britney Spears had let go -- she was completely hooked on Ian.
But they were all busy most of the time, so seeing Ian was rare.
Especially since with Ian's help, Britney had recently freed herself from defamation by her ex, and when she could bounce back to her prime was up to her. Anyway, RCA had signed her, and now it was just a matter of when she'd release her new album.
...
At that moment, lying next to Ivanka, Ian held her curvy form.
Casually, he asked, "Where's your father?"
"He hasn't come back -- always traveling, business as usual. But my trip to Los Angeles was related to him. He wants you to help him with something."
"What?"
Ivanka said, "Do you know Isidore Chadwell?"
Ian shook his head. "Don't know him."
"He's a Democratic senator running for reelection this year and needs your help. He's a good friend of my father's."
I knew that old man wouldn't give up.
The campaign was in its critical phase; Ian had contacted many senators to assist their campaigns.
The media was buzzing, exposing the opponents' dirt.
With Ian involved, those he backed were almost guaranteed to win.
Trump had noticed this and, instead of asking Ian to support his presidential bid immediately, had him help some of his friends first.
A smart move.
Politics is about friends!
Lots and lots of friends!
...
Ian thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, baby, for your sake, I can help."
Ivanka hugged Ian happily. "Thank you! I knew you cared about me."
Her beautiful body pressed against Ian, radiating youthful passion, making Ian shake his head. "Not now."
He had satisfied Ivanka too many times today; after the last time, he hadn't used any rewind.
Past the rewind period, it just didn't work anymore.
Luckily, Ivanka didn't push. "You're amazing. I never thought you'd get this good. If I didn't know some of your other affairs, I'd think you haven't been with any women recently."
"Which ones do you know?" Ian asked, inhaling Ivanka's scent, feeling her smoothness.
"Natalie Portman," Ivanka answered.
"What?" Ian was startled.
Ivanka's bright eyes stared at him in disbelief. "You didn't hook up with her?"
She looked equally surprised and confused.
Ian shook his head. "I met her twice, but just at big events; we didn't really talk. She's Jewish, and because of DreamWorks, the Jewish folks in Hollywood don't really like me, so we didn't interact much."
Ivanka was stunned. "You're serious?"
Ian laughed. "You know I have no reason to lie. I thought you meant Jennifer Connelly, Anne Hathaway, Megan Fox, or Britney Spears."
"Fuck! You've hooked up with so many in half a year?" Ivanka was shocked.
She knew about Megan Fox and Britney; those were no secrets, but the other two were a surprise.
Ian smirked, "I've been pretty popular lately, relationships are ongoing. Britney calls me every few days, Anne and Megan I see once a week, Jennifer less often, usually once a month... I'm like the emperor's harem, always being chosen -- no chance to decide on my own. These days, most of my time is answering calls... Oh baby, I'm busy today, I promised so-and-so, unless you want to join."
He looked at Ivanka. "You got first pick today, but if I don't have room later, would you be okay with me seeing them too? I'm not just talking about them -- Jessica, Scarlett, Kate, and Amanda too... The lineup might grow, maybe I'll have a whole team, or even a squadron."
He said this without feeling shameful.
After all, he hadn't even counted the Korean girls yet.
Ivanka glared at Ian angrily.
She wanted to say no; as a wealthy heiress, she had her pride. But looking into Ian's eyes and recalling the good times, all her pride vanished.
Snuggling close, she whispered on his chest, "Fine, as long as you're happy. Ian, I'm willing to give everything for you."
"You're such a good girl," Ian patted her small, perky behind.
The sensation was soft and smooth.
Then Ian said, "Tell me, what's the deal with Natalie Portman?"
Only then did Ivanka explain.
...
A while ago, rumors said Natalie Portman and Ian Carr had gotten together.
The gossip came from some tabloid and was pure nonsense.
But fake news was standard fare in the media -- America was flooded with fake news.
What puzzled Ivanka was that at a recent banquet, she'd met Natalie. Having heard the rumors, she tested the waters by chatting with Natalie a bit.
Unexpectedly, Natalie showed great interest in Ian.
...
Ian was shocked. "You mean Natalie hinted to you that she likes me, making you think I'd slept with her?"
"Yes," Ivanka nodded seriously.
Ian frowned. "That's interesting; I have no relation to her, and I didn't see her like me... If she wanted, she had plenty of ways to contact me. By the way, does she know about us?"
Ivanka shrugged. "I never told her, but you know my father."
Ian understood.
Big mouth Trump!
He definitely bragged everywhere that Ian Carr supported his presidential bid.
Ian Carr's reputation was huge -- whoever he supported had a strong chance to win, and flaunting influence was a political skill every politician needed.
Campaign donors cared about two things.
One: your policies must support my interests.
Two: you must win!
Trump using Ian's name sent the message that he had a good shot, attracting more support.
So even if Ian didn't publicly support Trump, Trump benefited from the association -- "You're dating my daughter; you owe me some respect, right?"
And that was true. Ian wouldn't openly say so, but he wouldn't deny it either.
Ian thought carefully. "So Natalie knows about us, then hinted to you she likes me... Interesting. Is that her way of inviting me to sleep with her?"
Ivanka shook her head gently. "Hasn't she seen you? If it were the case, she would have done it already."
"Last time we met was four months ago. Maybe something happened since then, and she hasn't had a chance to contact me," Ian muttered. "When did you see her?"
"Two weeks ago in San Francisco."
"Who else was with her?"
"Spielberg, George Lucas, Sam Raimi, and Disney's Michael Eisner."
Ian understood. "A big Jewish gathering."
Ivanka added, "Oh, and someone else -- Steve Jobs."
Hmm?
Ian was surprised.
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