The quiet street was empty, devoid of cars or pedestrians. Margot Robbie looked up at the sky and seemed to notice a face there. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Matthew's face—the handsome, rugged face of a man who exuded both charm and wild strength. He was looking directly at her, smiling seductively at the world, yet his gaze seemed fixed solely on her.
Margot glanced around. It felt like she was the only person left in the world, and Matthew's attention was entirely hers.
A surge of joy bubbled up within her. The most exceptional man in the world belonged to her alone.
Surely, this was a reward from the heavens, a gift for all the wild rabbits and deer she had hunted as a child, earning the gratitude of every farmer in Australia.
Ding-dong.
A strange sound startled Margot Robbie, making her widen her eyes. She realized this wasn't a city at all; it was... Matthew's body.
And this seemingly endless straight road? It turned out to be... that part of Matthew.
It was a miracle! Margot felt dizzy. It seemed she was no stranger to this sight, as if she had just experienced it last night.
Ding-dong.
The doorbell-like sound rang again.
She turned to her left and saw the source of the sound. A metal door on a building opened, and a woman walked out. The woman looked familiar, and after a moment of recognition, Margot identified her—it was Nina Dobrev, the actress known as the "Twilight Girl."
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
The sound echoed repeatedly. One by one, doors on either side of the street opened, and women emerged. Margot recognized many of them from a tabloid article she had read—a magazine that cataloged Matthew's numerous romantic scandals.
As she looked at each familiar face, the names came flooding back to her.
Rachel McAdams, Scarlett Johansson, Jessica Alba, Eva Green, Alexandra Daddario, Charlize Theron, Keira Knightley, Anne Hathaway, Emma Roberts, Emma Watson, Jennifer Lawrence, Adriana Lima, Karolina Kurkova, Miranda Kerr...
They all stepped onto this extraordinary street, their eyes glued to it with a shared sense of awe and desire.
Margot's heart tightened. This gathering of dozens of women could mean only one thing: Matthew Horne's checkered past as a notorious playboy.
This was chaos—a battlefield of lovers past!
"Look! There she is!"
Keira Knightley pointed and shouted, "She's the one who stole Matthew and kept him all to herself!"
The tall and imposing Charlize Theron yelled, "Matthew doesn't belong to anyone!"
Another woman chimed in, "Matthew belongs to all of us. No one gets to keep him for themselves!"
Emma Roberts, known for her sweet looks and fiery temper, suddenly pulled out a knife and declared, "Kill her, and Matthew will be ours again!"
"Kill her!"
"Kill Margot Robbie!"
Weapons of all kinds appeared in the women's hands—knives, bats, bottles, chains, pipes, and even folding chairs.
"Kill Margot Robbie!"
Emma Roberts was the first to charge. The rest of the women surged forward in unison.
Margot tried to run but found her legs weighed down as if they were filled with lead. The road beneath her seemed to have turned into cotton, soft and spongy, making it impossible to gain momentum.
There was no way she could outrun such a fierce crowd.
"For Matthew's freedom!"
Jessica Alba shouted this righteous slogan, swinging a steel pipe toward Margot.
"For unparalleled pleasure!"
Jennifer Lawrence smashed a folding chair toward Margot's head.
"For the art of gymnastics!"
Nina Dobrev looped a chain around Margot's neck.
Margot couldn't escape and could only watch in horror as the women surrounded her. Emma Roberts raised her knife high and drove it into Margot's chest.
"For everlasting passion!"
The knife plunged into her heart.
Pain exploded through her body as Margot watched helplessly. The women descended on her, their weapons raining down.
She closed her eyes.
A moment later, Margot Robbie's eyes flew open. She instinctively touched her chest with one hand and her head with the other.
There was no knife in her chest, and her head was unharmed.
She exhaled in relief, her dazed eyes taking in the dim light of dawn outside the window. The sky was already a pale gray.
It had all been a nightmare.
Margot Robbie realized this and gave a wry smile. She was being ridiculous, her lack of security manifesting in her dreams.
Matthew...
Thinking of him, she turned to her side and pulled the blanket over Matthew's well-defined body.
After they had confirmed their relationship yesterday, she had confidently checked into the same room with him upon leaving the airport. But remembering last night made her cheeks burn—she had been so embarrassed.
Their first real night together had ended with her conceding defeat in less than a minute.
Margot gently rubbed her face and sat up beside him. Thinking of his uncovered, muscular body under the blanket, a surge of warmth spread through her chest.
The rumors were true. Matthew's physical and technical prowess were extraordinary, making it no surprise that many of his past flings couldn't resist returning for second, third, or even more encounters.
He had completely captivated them.
Having such a man as her boyfriend was a blessing—but it also made her feel incredibly insecure.
Margot reflected on last night. Despite giving it her all, she had been utterly defeated.
Sitting against the cushion, she began to think deeply. This hard-won love was precious and needed careful nurturing. Sex was an important part of love, and she had to improve her skills in that area.
But how? Margot quickly recalled articles from women's magazines. Physical fitness was key—exercise could enhance hormonal balance. Matthew's strength wasn't just natural; it was likely the result of regular exercise.
Two activities came to mind: squats and cycling.
She remembered reading that squats were one of the most effective workouts, and cycling helped build lower-body strength, muscle flexibility, and joint stability. It also improved circulation, enhancing agility and stamina.
Margot resolved to hire a professional trainer to create a tailored fitness plan when she returned to Los Angeles.
For now, though, there was a more immediate matter at hand—the burning desire that had just ignited within her.
Perhaps it was the presence of a man beside her, coupled with her lingering insecurity, that had awakened her early. Matthew, on the other hand, seemed perfectly accustomed to sharing his bed with different women. He was sleeping soundly.
Feeling a little annoyed, Margot thought, How can he still be asleep when it's already morning? She decided to wake him up and address her urgent need.
After a brief moment of consideration, she came up with an idea. She lifted the blanket covering Matthew, leaned down, and found the "endless road" in her dream.
In his sleep, Matthew felt something bite him and woke up instantly. Before his eyes had fully adjusted, he looked down to see Margot's mischievous eyes peeking up at him.
"Oh, darling," Matthew inhaled sharply, "what a special way to wake someone up!"
Now that he was awake, there was no way he'd hold back. Taking charge, he launched his counterattack.
The morning "workout" began with intensity.
This early activity left Margot exhausted. By the time they boarded the private business jet, she fell asleep immediately and stayed that way for the entire flight.
On the plane, others kept glancing at Matthew and Margot. Matthew noticed but didn't mind. It made sense that people would be curious—a notorious playboy who hadn't had a serious girlfriend for years suddenly going public with a relationship was bound to raise eyebrows.
Matthew pulled a blanket over Margot, then gazed out at the blue sky and white clouds. The flight was smooth, without any of the turbulence they'd encountered before.
Looking outside, Matthew realized that many of his habits would need to change.
Some connections, like those with Nina Dobrev and Jennifer Lawrence, would have to be severed. It wasn't about misunderstanding but about his own boundaries and principles.
Thinking back, his previously unshakable mindset had already started to waver. The most significant sign had been his disinterest in Elizabeth Olsen at the Oscars after-party.
That moment had struck him deeply. Perhaps age and changing perspectives had altered his outlook.
However, one issue required careful thought: Amber Heard. She was still useful to him, especially with an impending conflict on the horizon.
Amber wasn't after love or a stable relationship—what she wanted was fame and fortune.
With that in mind, resolving things with her would be straightforward.
After all, fame and fortune were things Matthew had in abundance.
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