Date: January 1996
Location: Private Screening Room, Westwood, Los Angeles
Actress: Halle Berry & Angela Bassett
Alexander's Status: Riding high from the success of Se7en and early buzz from Fargo; quietly finalizing Marvel acquisition
Actresses' Status:
- Halle Berry: Fresh off Losing Isaiah; talented but not yet taken seriously in Hollywood
- Angela Bassett: Oscar-nominated for What's Love Got to Do with It; facing the post-awards cold shoulder and narrowing roles
The screening room was womb-dark, velvet-draped, and whispered of secrets. The only light came from the flickering end credits of Strange Days, washing pale reflections over three figures seated in the back row. Angela's jaw was tight with thought. Halle's leg bounced—restless, still caught in the afterburn of what they'd just seen. And Alexander Kaine, stretched out with impossible ease, his white hair silver-blue in the projector's glow, looked like he'd seen something deeper than the film.
There was a beat of silence as the reel clicked to a stop.
Then Alexander spoke, low and razor-clean:
> "Hollywood keeps telling the future with white voices. Isn't that strange?"
Angela huffed once. Halle blinked, then gave a wry, reluctant smile. "Strange days, indeed."
He stood and moved like water — not rushed, just inevitable. With a subtle gesture, a server emerged from the shadows with a bottle of Glenlivet and three crystal tumblers. No one had ordered it. Of course they hadn't.
They relocated to the lounge adjoining the screening room — all mahogany and warm leather, the kind of room built for decisions. Angela poured herself a finger of scotch. Halle slipped off her heels and folded her legs under her like she owned the couch.
"So," Angela began, turning her glass thoughtfully, "what's this really about? Why invite us?"
Alexander, now perched near the fireplace, looked at them both like a director watching two stars realize the scene is theirs.
> "Because this business will chew you up until you're nothing but mythology — tragic, pretty, and obedient. I'm building something different. I want your stories — told your way."
Halle blinked. "Our stories? Not auditions? Not roles someone else wrote?"
He nodded. "You write it. You direct it if you want. You choose the ending."
Angela leaned forward. "You mean greenlight. Don't just dangle it. Mean it."
His smile was slow, dangerous.
> "Contracts are already drawn up. All they need is your signatures. Or your edits."
They stared at him.
No one talked like that. Not to women like them. Not in 1996.
Angela, ever the firebrand, set her glass down and locked eyes with him. "You're either a visionary or full of shit."
Alexander tilted his head. "Can't I be both?"
Halle laughed — not the demure, rehearsed kind, but the sharp bark of someone who couldn't help it.
The conversation flowed from there. Angela pitched a raw, intimate Harlem Renaissance biopic told from a Black woman's perspective. Halle started sketching an idea for a psychological thriller set in New Orleans, voodoo-slick and unapologetically Black. Alexander asked hard questions, but not once did he offer a note that diluted their vision. He didn't want to fix them. He wanted to fund them.
Hours passed. At some point, the lounge doors closed quietly, and no more servers entered.
The air changed.
Angela stretched, her blouse clinging faintly in the soft lamp light. "You know," she said, eyes half-lidded, "this might be the first time a man in Hollywood has listened without interrupting."
Alexander raised his glass in mock salute. "I'm a student of power. And right now, it's in this room."
Halle's voice dipped lower. "Is that what you call this?"
He didn't answer. He didn't have to.
The three of them stood almost in unison — a current pulling toward something unscripted. Angela's eyes glittered. Halle took one last sip and set her glass down deliberately.
Alexander held the door open. "The suite's upstairs."
Angela stepped past him first, a half-smile curving her mouth. "Lead the way, prophet."
Halle paused just long enough to glance back. "You're not going to forget this night," she said softly.
His reply, as the door clicked shut behind them:
As the three of them step into the suite, the atmosphere is thick with anticipation. Angela takes the lead, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor, while Halle closes the door behind them, sealing them into their own world. Alexander removes his suit jacket slowly, his green eyes never leaving them, taking in every detail, every shift in their expressions. There's no hurry; the seduction has already happened. Now comes the claiming, the discovery, the unfolding.
Angela and Halle exchange a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They turn their attention back to Alexander, their bodies language speaking volumes. They are ready, and they are eager.
Halle approaches Alexander first, her hands reaching up to unbutton his shirt, her touch deliberate and sure. Angela moves behind him, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles through the thin fabric, her breath hot on his neck. Alexander stands still, a statue amidst a storm of sensation, his eyes locked onto Halle's as she peels away his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso.
Angela's hands move to his chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Halle's mouth finds his, her kiss hungry and demanding, her tongue exploring his mouth with a fervor that matches the intensity in her eyes. Alexander's hands find Halle's waist, pulling her flush against him, his body responding to hers with an urgency that belies his calm exterior.
Angela's hands move lower, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants, her touch teasing and torturous. She kneels behind him, her mouth joining the party, her tongue tracing the length of his spine, her hands gripping his ass, pulling him into her. Alexander groans into Halle's mouth, his body trembling with the effort of maintaining control.
Halle breaks the kiss, her breath ragged, her eyes wild. She turns to Angela, her lips capturing Angela's in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing, their bodies pressing together. Alexander watches, his breath hitched, his body aching with need. He reaches out, his hands exploring Halle's body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the softness of her skin.
Angela pulls away from Halle, her eyes locked onto Alexander's as she takes him into her mouth, her hands gripping the base of his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Halle watches, her breath coming in short gasps, her body pressing against Alexander's side, her hands exploring his chest, his abs, his hips.
Alexander's hands find Halle's dress, his fingers tracing the fabric, his touch light and teasing. He pulls the zipper down slowly, the sound of it filling the room, his eyes never leaving Halle's as the dress falls to the floor, pooling at her feet. She steps out of it, her body bare and beautiful, her eyes locked onto his, a challenge in her gaze.
Angela's mouth works him expertly, her hands and mouth working in tandem, her tongue flicking, her suction tight. Alexander's body tenses, his hands gripping Halle's hips, pulling her against him, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. He walks them backwards, his body pressing Halle against the wall, his hands exploring her body, his touch urgent and needy.
Halle's hands find Angela's head, her fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her, urging her on. Angela obliges, her mouth and hands working faster, her tongue swirling, her suction tight. Alexander's body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips bucking, his body begging for release.
He pulls Angela up, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body, his touch urgent and needy. He turns to Halle, his mouth finding hers, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her against him, his body pressing into hers, his hardness evident, his need palpable.
He walks them to the bed, his body pressing them down, his mouth never leaving theirs, his hands exploring, his touch urgent and needy. He positions himself between Halle's legs, his body pressing into hers, his hardness pressing against her entrance, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
Angela moves behind him, her hands exploring his back, his ass, her touch light and teasing. She leans down, her mouth finding his ear, her breath hot, her voice a whisper, "I want to watch you fuck her." Alexander groans, his body tensing, his hips bucking, his need urgent and raw.
He enters Halle slowly, his body stretching hers, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in short gasps. Halle moans, her body arching, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin, her body begging for more. Alexander obliges, his hips moving, his body pressing into hers, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
Angela's hands move to Halle's breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, her touch teasing and torturous. She leans down, her mouth capturing one nipple, her tongue swirling, her suction tight. Halle moans, her body arching, her hands gripping Angela's head, pulling her closer, urging her on.
Alexander's body moves faster, his hips bucking, his body pressing into Halle's, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Angela's hands move lower, her fingers finding Halle's clit, rubbing in slow circles, her touch light and teasing. Halle moans, her body arching, her hands gripping the sheets, her body begging for more.
Alexander pulls out, his body trembling, his breath coming in short gasps. He turns to Angela, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body, his touch urgent and needy. He positions himself between her legs, his body pressing into hers, his hardness pressing against her entrance, his mouth never leaving hers.
Halle moves behind him, her hands exploring his back, his ass, her touch light and teasing. She leans down, her mouth finding his ear, her breath hot, her voice a whisper, "Fuck her like you fucked me." Alexander groans, his body tensing, his hips bucking, his need urgent and raw.
He enters Angela slowly, his body stretching hers, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in short gasps. Angela moans, her body arching, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin, her body begging for more. Alexander obliges, his hips moving, his body pressing into hers, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
Halle's hands move to Angela's breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, her touch teasing and torturoous. She leans down, her mouth capturing one nipple, her tongue swirling, her suction tight. Angela moans, her body arching, her hands gripping Halle's head, pulling her closer, urging her on.
Alexander's body moves faster, his hips bucking, his body pressing into Angela's, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Halle's hands move lower, her fingers finding Angela's clit, rubbing in slow circles, her touch light and teasing. Angela moans, her body arching, her hands gripping the sheets, her body begging for more.
The room fills with the sounds of their pleasure, the scent of their desire, the heat of their passion. They move together, their bodies in sync, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hearts pounding in unison. They are a tangle of limbs, a dance of desire, a symphony of sensation.
Alexander pulls out, his body trembling, his breath coming in short gasps. He turns to Halle, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body, his touch urgent and needy. He positions himself between her legs, his body pressing into hers, his hardness pressing against her entrance, his mouth never leaving hers.
Angela moves behind him, her hands exploring his back, his ass, her touch light and teasing. She leans down, her mouth finding his ear, her breath hot, her voice a whisper, "Fuck her like you fucked me." Alexander groans, his body tensing, his hips bucking, his need urgent and raw.
He enters Halle slowly, his body stretching hers, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in short gasps. Halle moans, her body arching, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin, her body begging for more. Alexander obliges, his hips moving, his body pressing into hers, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
Angela's hands move to Halle's breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, her touch teasing and torturous. She leans down, her mouth capturing one nipple, her tongue swirling, her suction tight. Halle moans, her body arching, her hands gripping Angela's head, pulling her closer, urging her on.
Their bodies move in a dance of desire, a symphony of sensation, a tangle of limbs. They are lost in each other, their pleasure building, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hearts pounding in unison. They are a throuple, a trio of passion, a trio of pleasure, a trio of desire.
Alexander's body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips bucking, his body begging for release. He pulls out, his body trembling, his breath coming in short gasps. He turns to Angela, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body, his touch urgent and needy. He positions himself between her legs, his body pressing into hers, his hardness pressing against her entrance, his mouth never leaving hers.
Halle moves behind him, her hands exploring his back, his ass, her touch light and teasing. She leans down, her mouth finding his ear, her breath hot, her voice a whisper, "Fuck her like you fucked me." Alexander groans, his body tensing, his hips bucking, his need urgent and raw.
He enters Angela slowly, his body stretching hers, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in short gasps. Angela moans, her body arching, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin, her body begging for more. Alexander obliges, his hips moving, his body pressing into hers, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
Halle's hands move to Angela's breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, her touch teasing and torturous. She leans down, her mouth capturing one nipple, her tongue swirling, her suction tight. Angela moans, her body arching, her hands gripping Halle's head, pulling her closer, urging her on.
Their bodies move in a dance of desire, a symphony of sensation, a tangle of limbs. They are lost in each other, their pleasure building, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hearts pounding in unison. They are a throuple, a trio of passion, a trio of pleasure, a trio of desire.
Alexander's body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips bucking, his body begging for release. He pulls out, his body trembling, his breath coming in short gasps. He turns to Halle, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body, his touch urgent and needy. He positions himself between her legs, his body pressing into hers, his hardness pressing against her entrance, his mouth never leaving hers.
Angela moves behind him, her hands exploring his back, his ass, her touch light and teasing. She leans down, her mouth finding his ear, her breath hot, her voice a whisper, "Fuck her like you fucked me." Alexander groans, his body tensing, his hips bucking, his need urgent and raw.
He enters Halle slowly, his body stretching hers, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in short gasps. Halle moans, her body arching, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin, her body begging for more. Alexander obliges, his hips moving, his body pressing into hers, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
Angela's hands move to Halle's breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, her touch teasing and torturous. She leans down, her mouth capturing one nipple, her tongue swirling, her suction tight. Halle moans, her body arching, her hands gripping Angela's head, pulling her closer, urging her on.
Their bodies move in a dance of desire, a symphony of sensation, a tangle of limbs. They are lost in each other, their pleasure building, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hearts pounding in unison. They are a throuple, a trio of passion, a trio of pleasure, a trio of desire.
Alexander's body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips bucking, his body begging for release. He pulls out, his body trembling, his breath coming in short gasps. He turns to Angela, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body, his touch urgent and needy. He positions himself between her legs, his body pressing into hers, his hardness pressing against her entrance, his mouth never leaving hers.
Halle moves behind him, her hands exploring his back, his ass, her touch light and teasing. She leans down, her mouth finding his ear, her breath hot, her voice a whisper, "Fuck her like you fucked me." Alexander groans, his body tensing, his hips bucking, his need urgent and raw.
He enters Angela slowly, his body stretching hers, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in short gasps. Angela moans, her body arching, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin, her body begging for more. Alexander obliges, his hips moving, his body pressing into hers, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
Halle's hands move to Angela's breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, her touch teasing and torturous. She leans down, her mouth capturing one nipple, her tongue swirling, her suction tight. Angela moans, her body arching, her hands gripping Halle's head, pulling her closer, urging her on.
Their bodies move in a dance of desire, a symphony of sensation, a tangle of limbs. They are lost in each other, their pleasure building, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hearts pounding in unison. They are a throuple, a trio of passion, a trio of pleasure, a trio of desire.
Alexander's body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips bucking, his body begging for release. He pulls out, his body trembling, his breath coming in short gasps. He turns to Halle, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body, his touch urgent and needy. He positions himself between her legs, his body pressing into hers, his hardness pressing against her entrance, his mouth never leaving hers.
Angela moves behind him, her hands exploring his back, his ass, her touch light and teasing. She leans down, her mouth finding his ear, her breath hot, her voice a whisper, "Fuck her like you fucked me." Alexander groans, his body tensing, his hips bucking, his need urgent and raw.
He enters Halle slowly, his body stretching hers, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in short gasps. Halle moans, her body arching, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin, her body begging for more. Alexander obliges, his hips moving, his body pressing into hers, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
Angela's hands move to Halle's breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, her touch teasing and torturous. She leans down, her mouth capturing one nipple, her tongue swirling, her suction tight. Halle moans, her body arching, her hands gripping Angela's head, pulling her closer, urging her on.
Their bodies move in a dance of desire, a symphony of sensation, a tangle of limbs. They are lost in each other, their pleasure building, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hearts pounding in unison. They are a throuple, a trio of passion, a trio of pleasure, a trio of desire.
Alexander's body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips bucking, his body begging for release. He pulls out, his body trembling, his breath coming in short gasps. He turns to Angela, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body, his touch urgent and needy. He positions himself between her legs, his body pressing into hers, his hardness pressing against her entrance, his mouth never leaving hers.
Halle moves behind him, her hands exploring his back, his ass, her touch light and teasing. She leans down, her mouth finding his ear, her breath hot, her voice a whisper, "Fuck her like you fucked me." Alexander groans, his body tensing, his hips bucking, his need urgent and raw.
He enters Angela slowly, his body stretching hers, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in short gasps. Angela moans, her body arching, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin, her body begging for more. Alexander obliges, his hips moving, his body pressing into hers, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
Halle's hands move to Angela's breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, her touch teasing and torturous. She leans down, her mouth capturing one nipple, her tongue swirling, her suction tight. Angela moans, her body arching, her hands gripping Halle's head, pulling her closer, urging her on.
Their bodies move in a dance of desire, a symphony of sensation, a tangle of limbs. They are lost in each other, their pleasure building, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hearts pounding in unison. They are a throuple, a trio of passion, a trio of pleasure, a trio of desire.