Date: October 1995
Location: Denver, Colorado – The Peaks at Mount Evans Resort
Actress: Charlize Theron (20)
Connection: Charlize is referred by a producer friend of Alexander's after the now-famous "bank meltdown" incident. The producer calls Kaine, saying, _"You have to see this girl. There's something… terrifyingly real about her."_
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The rooftop air was still and warm, thick with the scent of citrus trees and high-end cologne. The city buzzed far below, but up here—wrapped in soft jazz, candlelight, and the velvet hush of privacy—it was another kingdom entirely.
Alexander Kaine watched her walk in.
He'd expected nerves. A girl trembling at the edge of power, grateful for the invitation. Instead, she moved like she'd already won. Long legs in black pants, a silk camisole that clung like ambition, and a stare so level it bordered on challenge.
"Charlize Theron," she said, offering her hand. Not meek. Not coy. Practiced, but not fake.
He didn't take it. He stepped closer, tilting his head, eyes scanning her like he was reading ahead in a book he already owned.
"You're not from around here," he said, voice like poured whiskey.
"South Africa. Johannesburg," she replied, her accent crisp, proud. "And I'm not staying unnoticed for long."
He smiled — slow, precise. Like a fuse being lit.
"That's the correct answer."
They dined on ahi tuna and lobster risotto under the stars. A bottle of Meursault chilled beside them, half-sipped. Charlize talked—but not too much. She was smart enough to know the value of a pause, the power of a silence. She let him study her.
"You've been here… what, six months?" he asked.
"Seven," she said. "Had a meltdown at a casting call last week. Yelled at a producer. Didn't know it was taped. Probably tanked my name before it even meant anything."
Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Was it worth it?"
"Yes."
He laughed — once, sharp. "That's why you're here."
She leaned in, elbows on the table, the candlelight catching the gold in her hair.
"I was told you like finding things before anyone else does," she said.
"And you think you're a thing to be found?"
"No," she said. "I think I'm a storm. I just need someone to help me burn through."
He sat back, gaze sharpening. She didn't flinch.
She knew who he was. Not just the name. The legend. The whispers. The man who turned nobodies into myth.
And he knew who she was — or rather, who she would become. _Oscar winner. Dior goddess. Atomic blonde fury._ But tonight? She was a question. And he loved questions.
"You want a role," he said plainly.
She nodded.
"I want a shot."
He poured them both another glass, swirling the gold liquid lazily. "You don't get shots. Not in this town. You take them."
"And if I'm not in the room?"
"Then seduce the architect who builds the rooms."
That pulled a half-smile from her — self-aware, sharp.
"Is that what this is? Seduction?"
"Charlize," he said, voice low, "this is a coronation. If you don't flinch."
A long pause stretched between them. The night humming. Her eyes never left his.
"You knew I was coming," she said.
"A friend sent you. Said you were interesting."
"But you knew who I was before I walked in."
Alexander leaned forward. The air between them turned electric.
"I know who you'll become. But the question is — do you want to earn it, or sell it?"
Her breath caught — just slightly. Enough.
"I'll earn it," she said, quietly. "But I'll make damn sure you never forget giving me the chance."
He smiled. This time, there was heat in it.
"Good. Because I don't offer chances. I offer transformation."
He stood, straightening his jacket. She rose with him, uncertain now — not with fear, but anticipation. A flicker in her throat, a shift in her breath.
He walked to the private elevator at the back of the suite. Pressed the button. Turned to her.
"If you get in," he said, "you don't get to be normal again. No more safety nets. No more waiting for permission."
She stepped in without hesitation.
"I didn't come here for normal."
The doors closed.
The elevator descended, the soft hum of the mechanism the only sound between them. Alexander watched her, his eyes never leaving hers, a predator assessing his prey. Charlize met his gaze steadily, her breath coming in controlled measures, but her heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat.
The elevator doors opened to a dimly lit hallway, leading to a single door at the end. Alexander led the way, his presence commanding, his cologne a heady mix of sandalwood and something darker, more primal. He opened the door to reveal a room bathed in the soft glow of scattered candles, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of jasmine.
"After you," he said, his voice a low rumble.
She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. The room was sparse but elegant, a large bed dominating the space, draped in black silk sheets. A bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket beside the bed, two flutes waiting to be filled.
Alexander poured two glasses, handing one to Charlize. "To new beginnings," he said, his eyes never leaving hers as they clinked glasses.
She took a sip, the bubbles dancing on her tongue, matching the nervous energy fizzing in her veins. He set his glass down, taking hers from her hand and placing it beside his.
"Nervous?" he asked, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw.
"No," she lied, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.
He smiled, a slow, knowing smile. "Good."
His hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. She melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as his tongue explored her mouth. He tasted of whiskey and power, a heady combination that sent a shiver down her spine.
He broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "I want to see you," he said, his voice hoarse.
She stepped back, her hands going to the hem of her camisole. She pulled it off slowly, her eyes never leaving his. His gaze roamed over her, taking in every curve, every scar. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also empowered, seeing the raw desire in his eyes.
"Beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to trace the line of her collarbone. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
He undressed quickly, his clothes falling to the floor in a heap. He was all hard lines and lean muscle, his body a map of power and control. He pulled her to him, his mouth finding hers again as his hands explored her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.
He walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed. She sat, her eyes never leaving his as he crawled over her, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his hands tangling in her hair as she arched against him, her body aching with need.
His mouth trailed down her neck, his teeth nipping at her collarbone before he took one breast in his mouth, his tongue circling her nipple. She gasped, her back arching, her hands gripping his hair. He moved to the other breast, his hand cupping the one he had just abandoned, his thumb rubbing against her nipple in a rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
He continued his exploration, his mouth trailing down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling them off slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
He settled between her legs, his breath hot on her most intimate place. He looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I wanna taste you," he said, before leaning down and running his tongue along her slit.
She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as he explored her with his tongue, his fingers joining in, stretching her, preparing her. He brought her to the edge of orgasm, then backed off, his smile evil as he watched her squirm.
Alexander, sensing her desperation, decided to draw out her pleasure, to make her beg for it. He smiled wickedly, his fingers stilling as he looked into her pleading eyes. "Please what, Charlize?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing growl. "Tell me what you want."
She blushed deeply, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and sheer need. "Please, let me come," she whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible. Her body trembled with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and begging for release.
He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "With pleasure, my little star." His tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of her ear before he nipped at her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. He then moved lower, his tongue trailing down her neck, her collarbone, before finally reaching her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, while his fingers played with the other, rolling and tweaking it until she was a writhing mess beneath him.
He continued his torment, his mouth moving lower, his tongue dipping into her navel before he finally reached her most sensitive spot. He looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he blew a soft breath against her clit. "So beautiful," he murmured before leaning down and sucking her clit into his mouth. His fingers curled inside her, hitting that sweet spot that sent her spiraling over the edge.
She came with a cry, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she was a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him. He crawled up her body, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his eyes locked on hers, gauging her reaction. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper, her body aching to be filled by him.
He began to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that was both primal and controlled. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He flipped them over, his hands on her hips as he guided her, his eyes locked on hers as she rode him, her body moving in a dance as old as time. She leaned back, her hands on his thighs as she took him deeper, her body clenching around him as another orgasm built.
"That's it," he said, his voice hoarse. "Come for me, Charlize. Let me feel that beautiful pussy milk me dry."
His words sent her over the edge, her body convulsing as she came, her scream of pleasure echoing in the room. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, his body covering hers as he pounded into her, his breath hot on her neck. "You're mine," he said, his voice a growl. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she said, her voice a whisper as another orgasm built, her body coiling like a spring. "I'm yours, Alexander. Please, use me. I want to be yours completely."
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continued to thrust into her. "Come with me," he said, his body tensing as he reached his own peak. "Let me feel you come around me."
She came with a cry, her body milking his as he poured himself into her, their bodies shaking with the force of their release. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
But Alexander was far from done. He wanted more. He wanted to possess every inch of her, to make her submit completely. He pulled out and flipped her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs. He entered her slowly, his eyes locked on hers, a look of pure dominance and possession in his gaze.
"Face fuck me," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need and submission. "Make me feel you in my throat. I want to taste you, Alexander. I want to be your everything."
A slow, dominant smile spread across his face. He pulled out and positioned himself at her lips, his cock hard and ready. "Open wide, my little star," he said, his voice a low growl. "Let me see that beautiful mouth work."
She opened her mouth, her eyes locked on his as he slowly pushed into her, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she took him deeper, her body submitting to his will. He began to move, his hips rolling as he face-fucked her, his hands tangling in her hair, controlling her movements. She took him eagerly, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and submission. He was her god, her savior, the one who would bring her to the heights of ecstasy and power.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "So beautiful, so fucking perfect. You're made for this, Charlize. Made for me."
Tears streamed down her face as she took him deeper, her body convulsing with pleasure as he hit the back of her throat. He groaned, his body tensing as he reached his own peak, pouring himself into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his, a look of pure devotion and submission in her gaze.
He pulled out, his chest heaving as he looked down at her, a look of pure possession in his eyes. "You're mine, Charlize," he said, his voice a low growl. "Forever. You're my star, my salvation. I'll make you a legend."
She nodded, her body sated, her soul entwined with his. He pulled her into his arms, his hand stroking her hair as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowing as they found solace in each other's embrace. In that moment, she knew she was his, completely and utterly, and she wouldn't have it any other way.