boxer to hollywood

**Evening.** 

The setting sun dyed the sea red.

The beach party had ended.

After everyone left, the beach in front of the small shop turned into a mess.

James, Daniel, and the surrounding neighbors began cleaning up, while Link picked up fruit peels and scraps with a pair of tongs and a basket.

As they picked up the trash, they chatted about how lively the party was today and hoped for another one in the future.

While they were talking, the people in front suddenly fell silent, stopped what they were doing, and looked up at the beach ahead.

At the edge of the palm trees, a tall and curvaceous woman walked across the pristine sand, wearing a white Chanel business suit and silver high heels, standing over 180 cm tall.

The suit and pencil skirt clung tightly to her curves, accentuating her full hips, rounded buttocks, and long, slender legs.

She wore only a platinum necklace and a diamond-studded watch, with no other accessories.

Yet she exuded an air of elegance, sophistication, and professionalism.

Compared to the casually dressed beach residents around her, she was like a tulip blooming among wildflowers.

She had golden hair, arched eyebrows, and a calm expression, her blue-gray eyes fixed directly on Link as if there were only the two of them on the beach.

"Link, Ivanka is here," James whispered softly beside him.

Link gave him a helpless glance, thinking there was no need to be so cautious—he wasn't her subordinate.

At this moment, not only James but also others unconsciously stopped their work and looked at Ivanka with the gaze of peasants looking at a landlord.

"Hi, Ivanka. What brings you to Miami?" Link put down the basket, clapped his hands, and walked over to greet her.

Ivanka looked him up and down, "You seem to have adjusted well."

"What, here to give me some work?"

"Arranging work for you is Mandy's job, not mine."

Ivanka brushed aside a strand of golden hair blown by the sea breeze and looked at his handsome face, "I've got sand in my shoes. Can we go inside and talk?"

"OK!"

Link led her into Baker's small shop.

As the two of them left, the others relaxed and resumed cleaning while quietly discussing their relationship.

Inside Baker's small shop, Ivanka looked around and, brushing her skirt, sat down on the middle sofa.

Link took a soda from the fridge and handed it to her.

"Can I take off my shoes?" Ivanka asked, moving her slender, pale legs.

"Do they smell?"

Ivanka shot him a cold look, her aura turning sharp.

"Alright, just kidding."

Link chuckled lightly, picked up a pair of slippers, and placed them at her feet, then sat down on the sofa across from her.

He watched as she removed her high heels, revealing her pale, delicate feet with pink toes and a beautiful arch.

Even though Link wasn't a foot fetishist, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He secretly marveled at how meticulously this woman lived, even keeping her feet so well-maintained.

"Let's talk business."

Ivanka, with her knees together and feet in his oversized slippers, spoke elegantly, "How was your time in Paris recently?"

"Play?"

Link raised an eyebrow, resting his arm on the back of the sofa, crossing his legs, "During my time in Paris, I trained every day, read books, spent a lot of time studying roles, and had to endure Woody Allen's relentless criticisms and harassment. I was busy from dawn till dusk, often exhausted. How could you think I was playing around in Paris?"

"I'm talking about women. Don't tell me you didn't sleep with Marion Cotillard or Jennifer Lawrence."

Ivanka said as she swung her pale legs.

Link felt a bit awkward.

"Did Anna tell you?"

"No one needed to tell me. I know you, and I know how attractive you are to women. When I saw your scandals in the newspapers, I knew they were true."

Ivanka said calmly.

"Alright, you guessed right. I did sleep with them, but it wasn't just playing around."

Link explained.

In the film *Midnight in Paris*, he and Jennifer played an engaged couple, and in the first half of the movie, they had a close relationship.

After sleeping together, their relationship became even closer, which made their on-screen chemistry more natural. So, during a scene, they couldn't help but hug, kiss, and eventually make love.

As for Marion Cotillard, an Oscar-winning actress with superb acting skills, Link liked her movies, and Marion liked his music.

After a few chats on set, they became good friends.

Later, sleeping together happened naturally as their relationship developed.

It wasn't just fooling around.

Ivanka listened to his explanation and raised her beautiful lips slightly.

"Are you planning to keep playing around or messing things up?"

"Why are you asking this? You just said you wanted to talk about work. Is this work?"

"Yes!"

Ivanka batted her long eyelashes and looked into his deep blue eyes, "You are the pillar of Link Music. The success of Link Music is closely tied to you, and your success is closely tied to your reputation.

You were once a top singer, an ideal youth idol, and the embodiment of the American Dream, the most desirable date for girls worldwide.

But after you became a playboy, your reputation took a huge hit, and media perception of you plummeted. According to market research by Global Music, your negative news has seriously impacted album sales.

After discussing with the PR department, we believe that finding a steady girlfriend, shedding the playboy label, and reshaping your public image would be more beneficial for you and the development of Link Music."

"Find a girlfriend?"

Link touched his chin and seriously considered her suggestion.

Being a playboy had its pros and cons.

The good part was that he didn't have to care about public opinion and could fool around with women freely, using scandals to boost his exposure.

But the downside was that he was seen as the embodiment of the American Dream, a youth idol, with many underage fans.

Having a public image that's too disheveled can cause many parents to disapprove, worrying that their children might follow his bad example, leading them to refuse to buy his albums.

Many female fans are also disappointed by his bad behavior, thinking he is playing with women.

Another downside is that good girls around him will be wary of him because he is a playboy, to avoid being hurt by him.

Therefore, restoring his public image seems necessary.

Additionally, having a steady girlfriend would mean he wouldn't be too lonely at home.

"Okay, I'll consider your suggestion of finding a steady girlfriend."

"Do you have anyone in mind?" Ivanka asked.

Link thought seriously, went over the girls around him, and didn't find anyone suitable.

First, among the actresses, it's inevitable for them to film kissing or intimate scenes, and he couldn't accept his official girlfriend doing those kinds of scenes.

Also, actresses are often busy, sometimes spending months in production, while he would prefer a girlfriend who can accompany him.

Next, among singers, there are Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus, Adele, etc. While being friends with them is fine, dating them would be troublesome, and he doesn't have a spark with any of them.

Then, there are the models, most of whom have sexy bodies, a lot of free time, and not too sharp minds, with little in common to talk about.

They are more suitable as lovers, but it would be quite dull to have them as a steady girlfriend for a long time.

"Do you want me to recommend someone?" Ivanka suddenly said.

"Oh, who?" Link asked curiously.

"Lana. First, she comes from a good family, she's a famous singer, and her image and personality are decent. Second, she admires you and wouldn't refuse to date you. Third, she's signed under Link Music, and dating you could boost her visibility a bit," Ivanka said slowly.

Link was a bit disappointed, thinking she would recommend herself.

"Lana's not suitable; she's under Link Music, so dating her would feel like I'm exploiting her. Besides, I'm not a faithful boyfriend. If we have conflicts in life, it would affect our professional collaboration," Link shook his head after thinking for a moment.

Ivanka frowned slightly, "What about Amanda Hearst or Georgina Bloomberg? Both come from wealthy families, have good images, manners, and education, with few scandals, and there's a chance they could inherit their family businesses in the future. Also, they have a good impression of you. If you're interested, I can help you connect with them."

"Even less suitable. They're from wealthy families, raised in luxury, with very different personalities and lifestyles from mine. Dating them would probably lead to a lot of unpleasantness."

"You seem to have a prejudice against girls from wealthy families?" Ivanka pursed her rose-colored lips, her expression slightly displeased.

"It's not prejudice; it's a generation gap. I grew up in Miami Beach, while they grew up in the Upper East Side of New York. Our living environments and educational backgrounds are different, so there is inevitably a gap between us, which is an undeniable fact," Link shrugged and smiled.

"What about Kim Kardashian? She's voluptuous and sexy, doing well in hosting and fashion."

"Kardashian?" Link thought of that curvy woman and shook his head. Kim Kardashian doesn't fit his aesthetic.

Her sister Kendall Kardashian is more suitable, but Kendall isn't an adult yet, so she's clearly not appropriate.

"Forget it, I don't need your recommendation. I'll handle this myself."

"You're too picky. What kind of girlfriend do you want?" Ivanka asked, staring into his eyes, clearly unsatisfied.

Link smiled helplessly, "I don't know. I dated Taylor for over a year, and aside from cheating, I think I did pretty well in other aspects, but it still ended badly. I'm a bit tired, and I haven't thought about finding a girlfriend yet. I don't even know what kind of woman suits me."

"But continuing to have the reputation of a playboy isn't good for you or Link Music. What do you think of me?" Ivanka suddenly asked.

"What?"

"I'll be your steady girlfriend."

"Are you joking?" Link sat up straight, his eyes falling on her cold and beautiful face.

"I'm very serious!" Ivanka raised her fair wrist, looking at her diamond-encrusted watch, and said, "Out of admiration for you, I'm proposing this to you, but my pride won't allow me to wait too long. You have ten seconds to consider. If you don't agree, I'll find someone else for you, 10, 9..."

"Wait!"

Link stared at her for a few seconds and smiled, "Don't you think it's too sudden? We've known each other for a long time, but I don't really know you. Suddenly going from partners to a couple, I don't know how to handle our relationship."

"We can get to know each other slowly. After we start dating, we'll publicly declare ourselves as a couple, but in reality, we'll still be partners. Whether we become a real couple will depend on how well we get along."

"You mean a contract relationship?"

"Yes, after becoming a couple, I won't interfere with your private life or care about your affairs, but you have to be discreet. You can't let the paparazzi catch you, as it would affect my reputation, as well as your own and Link Music's stock price," Ivanka said seriously.

"Sounds interesting." Link looked at her and smiled, "I also have a condition. If you can accept it, I'll agree to be in a contract relationship with you."

"Say it!"

"During our period as a couple, you can't have ambiguous relationships with other men, can't date other men, and can't emotionally cheat because I'm a very possessive man. Can you do that?"

"No problem," Ivanka said without hesitation, "I'm more focused on my career now and not interested in men. After becoming your girlfriend, I won't spend time alone with any other men, fully ensuring your dignity. If you have any other requirements, feel free to ask."

Link thought for a moment, and after becoming contract partners, Ivanka wouldn't interfere with his private life, but she wouldn't be able to date anyone else either. This arrangement didn't seem to have any downsides for him.

"If you have no objections, from now on, we're a couple," Ivanka said.

Link looked at her with doubt, "How did I become your boyfriend after just a chat? Ivanka Trump's boyfriend? That sounds even more improbable than being Taylor Swift's boyfriend."

"That's settled then. I have something to do, so I'm leaving."

"Wait! We just became a couple, and you're leaving?"

"Of course, we're just contract partners. I don't have the obligation to sleep with you. Goodbye!" Ivanka put on her high heels and left the small shop without looking back, leaving behind a pleasant fragrance.

Link watched her seductive back and suddenly felt like he had fallen into a trap.

(End of the Chapter)