Date: November 1994
Location: The Orchid Room, Hollywood
Actress: Julia Roberts
Alexander's Status: Riding high off Pulp Fiction (released October), locking down The Matrix (early talks)
Julia's Status: PostPelican Brief, coming off a string of middling reviews, prepping My Best Friend's Wedding (1995 shoot)
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The Orchid wasn't listed in any guidebook, but every agent, starlet, and studio head in town knew it.
The place you get invited to meet the man of gold.
The place was more like a private club, you get invited to a dinner there by him, it meant you are now the part of the next famous thing.
velvet walls soaked in amber light, candles low and flickering, every table discreetly separated by dark mahogany dividers and trailing orchids in glass vases.
Alexander was already seated when she arrived, white hair slicked back, green eyes glowing in the gloom.
He stood when she entered. he always did that.
"Thank you" she said, sliding into the booth opposite him. "Hollywood's most elusive billionaire, inviting me for dinner. I'm not sure if I should be flattered… or nervous."
"You can be both," he replied calmly, his voice like velvet over steel.
She laughed—warm, wide-mouthed, genuinely amused. Julia was dressed to kill. Fire-red silk clung to her like it had a heartbeat of its own. She tilted her head as the waiter approached, lips already curling.
Alexander ordered without glancing at the menu. "Black truffle risotto. Chateau Margaux, 1982." Then, without missing a beat: "And whatever Ms. Roberts desires."
Julia raised a brow. "I'll have the duck confit. And maybe some of that wine. If it's as old as you pretend to be."
The waiter smiled politely, scribbled, vanished.
Their eyes met again. No flirtation this time—just current. Something real.
"You're trouble," Alexander said, folding his hands on the table, watching her with that predator's patience he was famous for.
"I haven't even started yet," Julia whispered, leaning in, her bare leg brushing his beneath the table. Just a graze. Just enough.
He didn't flinch. But his eyes darkened, just a shade.
She looked at him for a long moment, and beneath the practiced glamour of Julia Roberts, something unguarded flickered. "I meant to say thank you… for the film."
"You were due," he said. "The town just forgot how good you are."
She laughed, a little sharper than usual, then softened. "You remembered."
Then she slipped off her heel.
He didn't say a word as her stockinged foot glided up his shin, slow and exploratory. Her lips barely moved, but her smile turned conspiratorial.
"I never forgot."
He didn't blink. My Best Friend's Wedding needed you. The studio didn't see it. I did."
She tilted her head, lips parting as if to speak, then closed them again. Instead, she leaned back, smiled slow. "God, that's a sexy thing to say to an actor."
she looked around to the velvet curtains draping the room.
This booth has curtains," she said. "Very considerate."
"I designed it that way."
"Oh?" She tilted her head again, teasing. "How hands-on of you."
Her toes pressed higher. He remained still—mostly. The only giveaway was the way his right hand curled just slightly into a fist on the linen tablecloth. But when the staff returned—with a bottle of wine held like a relic—he was all grace and ease again. Not even a twitch in his voice.
"Decant it gently," he said, "it's been waiting for this moment."
As the sommelier obeyed, Julia sat back like nothing had happened.
"You really think this movie will bring me back?"
"I think it's already started."
Her voice lowered. "You know, I used to feel like I belonged in every room. Lately, I've been walking into auditions like I owe the air an apology."
She sipped water. Smiled. Looked around.
Alexander's voice was low, firm. "You don't owe anyone anything. You just need to be reminded of who you are."
The food arrived, the aroma of seared duck and the rich, earthy notes of the wine filling the air.
The moment didn't break; it simply evolved, folding into the sensual experience of their meal. They ate slowly, savoring each bite, their eyes locked on each other, the world outside fading away.
Somewhere in the middle of the meal, Julia stretched her leg under the table, her foot gently caressing his cock, a silent thank you that spoke volumes more than words ever could.
"This place is a dream," she said softly, her voice a sultry purr. "I feel like I could get away with anything in here."
Alexander leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "You could."
Julia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she stood up, pushing her chair back with a soft scrape. "Can I..." she began, her voice trailing off as she crawled under the table. Alexander opened his legs to make space, his eyes never leaving hers as she positioned herself between his thighs.
Looking up at him from under the table, she said, "Even with this," as she slowly unzipped his pants, her fingers deliberate and teasing. Alexander held her hair up, giving her a clear view and easy access. She marveled at his size, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she took in the sight of him.
She gave the tip of his cock a soft, reverent kiss, looking up at him through her lashes. "You like women who obey you," she stated, her voice a low murmur.
Alexander's response was immediate, his voice firm and commanding. "I like women who know what they want."
Their eyes locked as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips glossy with lipstick, a stark contrast against his flesh.
She began to move, her head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with each pass. Alexander's breath hitched as he watched, his hands gently guiding her hair, encouraging her.
"Your blowjob face is fucking perfect," he groaned, his hips lifting slightly to meet her movements.
Julia pulled back slightly, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Don't you know not to compare women with other women?" she teased.
Alexander chuckled, his voice a low rumble. "I do what I want. And right now, I want you to keep going."
She took him fully into her mouth again, her head moving in a steady rhythm as she sucked and licked him.
She swirled her tongue around the sensitive crown, then took him deep, her nose touching his abdomen.
Alexander's grunts of pleasure filled the quiet room, his body tensing as she worked her magic.
He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as she continued to suck him, her hands gripping the base of his shaft, stroking in time with her mouth.
With a final, deep thrust, he came undone, his hot seed spilling down her throat.
She took it all, her eyes watering slightly as she swallowed, her grip on him tightening as she milked him dry.
Julia crawled back to her seat, her lips glossy and swollen, a satisfied smile playing on her face.
They acted like nothing had happened, but there was an unspoken high between them, a secret shared, a connection forged.
They finished their meal, the air thick with unsaid words and pent-up desire.
After they were done eating, they sat there and talked for a while, the conversation flowing easily, their laughter filling the room.
Julia rose from her seat, her eyes locked on Alexander's as she said, "Come on, Alexander. Let's stop pretending I'm not going to end up in your hotel room."
Alexander stood, his chair scraping back with a finality that echoed his intentions.
He didn't even have to pay the bill—of course not. The maître d' was already waiting to guide them past the gold elevator and up to the penthouse suite.
The Orchid Room was his restaurant, and the hotel above it? His too.
Everything in this moment was his, and he intended to enjoy every second of it.
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with Julia Roberts in his arms he walked out of the elevator directly to his pent house.
pulling her close to his body. he kissed her and mauled her ass.
she slid of her heels, her hands removing shirt buttons,
ring ring*
alexander takes his phone out of his pocket, looking at the name, "i have to take this." he said.
he walked to the balcony...
Julia looked at him in amusement.
"sir the brother have agreed, but they want will smith for the role."
"tell them i don't take demands, Keanu is gonna do it."
"...sir a lot of people are saying you are favoring him to much, giving him such a big project right after taking him as the lead in speed."
alexander still on the call looked at her, "i don't need any bodies take on this..." he froze for a second.
Julia was striping out of her dress, slowly and seductively...
when he fire-red dress fell off her, he saw her in red sheer panties, she had no bra on.
her tits jiggled.
he couldn't concentrate on the call,
as he saw her turn around and slowly remove her panties.
he could see her bald pussy, a thin pink line going across.
"I'll call you back tomorrow" he hung up.
he walked in.. lifting Julia on should he took her to the bed.
she giggled on the way... "you naughty girl you gotta get punished."
"yes boss please punish this minx" alexander spanked her on that "yeah" she yelped with giggles.
throwing Julia on to the bed, alexander took off her cloths, as he watched her getting comfortable on the bed looking at him with that sex eyes, biting her lips.
"you are gonna give it to be boss."
"your get some, you are gonna get the best you ever had or will."
he climbed onto the bed, his eyes locked onto Julia's naked body. He started at her feet, kissing and licking his way up her calves, her knees, and her thighs, making her squirm and giggle beneath him. He could smell her arousal, and it drove him wild.
He teased her, avoiding her most sensitive areas, instead focusing on her inner thighs, grazing her skin with his stubble, making her beg for more.
He looked up at her, a wicked grin on his face, before finally, mercifully, he reached her center.
looking at the young pussy he thought 'this is what i like coming back to the past, i can have a go after the most beautiful actresses in there prime, and not some old cougars.'
He ran his tongue along her slit, tasting her, before focusing on her clit, sucking and licking until she was writhing and moaning beneath him.
Julia reached down, running her fingers through his hair, urging him on. "Don't stop," she panted, "Please, don't stop."
He didn't plan on it. He slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them to hit that sweet spot while his tongue continued its assault on her clit.
She was close, he could feel it. Her body tensed, her breaths came in short gasps, and then, with a cry, she came undone, her orgasm crashing through her, her body shaking and convulsing.
But Alexander wasn't done. He crawled up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his lips.
His cock, thick and throbbing, pulsed with anticipation as he positioned himself at her entrance.
He looked into her eyes, seeing his own desire reflected back at him. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed into her, inch by inch, feeling her stretch and accommodate him.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth opening in a silent gasp as he filled her completely.
He started to move, his hips rolling in a steady, rhythmic pace. Each thrust was slow and deep, allowing them both to feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her.
Their bodies began to move in sync, their breaths mingling, their moans filling the room with pleasure.
The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the penthouse, a raw and primal soundtrack to their passion.
As his pace quickened, so did their breathing, their hearts pounding in unison.
Alexander could feel the heat building between them, the room growing hotter with each passing second.
He wanted more, needed more. With a growl, he pulled out, flipping her onto her hands and knees.
He positioned himself behind her, taking a moment to admire the view before driving into her from behind.
he loved they way her asses clapped.
"ahhh"
oh and he loved when they moaned for real.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move.
Each thrust was hard and deep, his body slapping against hers, the sound raw and animalistic.
He could feel her body tensing around him, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock, urging him deeper.
Reaching around, he found her clit, his fingers rubbing and circling it in time with his thrusts.
He could feel her body responding, her breath hitching, her moans growing louder. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge. He increased the pressure on her clit, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release.
"Come for me, Julia," he growled, his voice low and demanding. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."
"yesss"
Her body obeyed, her orgasm crashing through her with a force that left her crying out, her body convulsing and clamping down on him.
He could feel her inner muscles milking him, pulling him deeper, and it was too much. With a final, powerful thrust, he let go, his own orgasm exploding through him, his seed spilling into her in hot, pulsating waves.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Alexander pulled Julia down his to his cock, he let her nurse him, getting ready for round two on many to come.
the reincarnation had given him much, supreme body, he was way par any man on earth with these gifts and he loved it.
Alexander pulled Julia up his body, after she had his dick pumped with blood and arousal.
positioning his still-hard cock at her entrance.
He let her slide down onto him, taking him fully inside her once more.
She began to move, her body already eager for more, and he knew this night was far from over. There were many rounds to come, and he planned to make the most of each one.
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An:
Hey everyone! I'm posting this a bit early because I have a quick question.
This chapter is around 2,400 words—should I split it into two shorter chapters, or would you prefer it as one full chapter?
Also, for those who haven't caught on yet:The full novel will explore Alexander's rise to dominance through a series of "dates" with various actresses. So yes, every chapter is basically smut. 😏