HWI 153

Hollywood What If Chapter 153

"Woohoo! Let's party party!"

"Haha!"

"Yeah!"

The night arrived and bars started their business. The city of Los Angeles had its nightly fun going on. 

Men and women entered the bars and have some fun. Drink alcohol, use drugs, and perhaps sex. Having the best day of their lives. 

Just like that, Cameron Diaz was having fun with her friends. The bar they usually stepped into was a high end and the price of one 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. 

They were dancing under the party music, letting the alcohol run in their veins. 

"Hey, gurl. Look at that man over there. Isn't he pretty hot?"

While dancing, one of Cameron's friends pointed at a lonely man who was sitting in the corner. 

The man was tall, over 6 feet, and had 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 seemed that he was far from being sober. 

Even Cameron Diaz became interested. She was in a bad mood these days.

She grinned and approached the man. Yet when she was getting closer, she realized that she recognized the man. 

"Kazir?"

Cameron was surprised. Kazir Grey is known to never set his feet in a bar establishment like this. He was not a party type. 

Furthermore, the man in front of her seemed to be drowning in alcohol. The scent of alcohol from Kazir was quite strong. 

Honestly, she never expected that she would meet Kazir in this place. Cameron thought of seducing Kazir but the chance of that happening was slim. In the first place, Kazir Grey spent most of his time in the office. 

So it was a miracle to see her target. Of course, Cameron was stupid to let this chance go. 

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

"Kazir? Kazir, is that you?"

She said it in a shocking manner. 

"Huh... Huh?"

Kazir was a bit slow in his response. He looked at Cameron Diaz but his brain processor was sluggish. 

After he met his mother, Kazir Grey was too mad to think. He saw a bar and decided to enter. He didn't care what kind of bar it was, he just wanted to forget everything and be drunk as fuck. 

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

"It's me, Cameron Diaz."

"Eh...?" 

Kazir tilted his head. 

"Cameron Diaz." 

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

"... Ah, you're Cameron Diaz."

"That's right! I'm glad you remember my name." She smiled and sat next to him. 

"How can I forget? You're a beautiful woman." 

"Thank you." 

"I mean it. I'm not joking... Cameron Diaz, you are sexy and beautiful. Don't demean yourself."

"..."

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

Her opinion of Kazir was a hunk director who loves working. A workaholic who didn't care about the gazes of women. 

She saw him in 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 that kind of man. 

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

Cameron Diaz was holding a grudge against Reese Witherspoon because she stole her role. They never had a proper meeting but her opinion on Reese Witherspoon would never change. 

'Oh well...'

She glanced at Kazir. The man drank another mouthful of vodka like it was nothing.

"Bartender! Give me another one!"

"Kazir, how many bottles did you drink?" Cameron narrowed her gaze. 

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

"7 bottles? How is that possible!?"

She was dumbfounded. Was it even possible for a person to consume 7 bottles of vodka in a night? 

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

She stopped the bartender and the bartender nodded. He too, was scared if he gave 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 a night. However, the bartender became afraid because Kazir didn't stop drinking. 

"Kazir, you need to stop. Stand 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 speak straight.'

Perhaps she wanted to make a proper move, not something like this. 

"Ugh... Okay."

Kazir stood up and tried to walk but he was wobbling. 

"Here, let me help you."

Cameron assisted him. 

"... Thanks."

She led him out of the bar. 

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

Hearing his words, Cameron took him to the alley. They found a dumpster and Kazir started puking. 

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

"Thanks, Cameron..."

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

"Hm..."

Cameron sighed when she saw that Kazir was okay now. 

The taxi arrived and Kazir entered the car. 

Cameron believed that everything was over. She could return to the bar again. 

"Um... Take me to Paramount headquarters."

"Huh?"

That was the moment Cameron Diaz realized that Kazir was not sober at all! He was still not thinking straight. 

She bit her lip and entered the taxi car as well. 

"Take us to Mulholland Drive."

Thankfully, Cameron Diaz knew Kazir's address... She did some research about him. 

The taxi driver nodded. 

"Ma'am, just to be sure. There's an additional payment if your friend vomits and it's not a small charge."

"Alright, I'll take care of it."

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