Chapitre 991: Chapter 993: This Is What I Did
[Chapter 993: This Is What I Did]
It was 8 PM when Gisele and Alessandra stepped down from upstairs after taking a bath together. They found Miranda curled up on the sofa, bored and flipping through channels. Gisele joked, "Maybe Eric isn't coming over tonight because you're here."
Alessandra chimed in, "Maybe he's with Cindy instead."
Though Miranda often acted a bit spoiled around Eric, she was emotionally intelligent. The three girls generally got along well. Hearing Gisele and Alessandra's teasing, Miranda rolled her eyes and said, "Don't you want him to come over?"
Alessandra didn't answer, but Gisele shrugged indifferently, "No, not really."
Miranda immediately shot a mock-threatening look, saying, "I'm going to tell Eric what you just said."
No sooner had she spoken than the doorbell rang.
Miranda's expression brightened even more, and she shot Gisele a "please beg me" look before jumping barefoot off the couch and sprinting toward the door.
...
Gisele and Alessandra, who had just settled on the sofa, stood up and followed. At the entrance, they saw Miranda wrapped around Eric like a little koala. Eric was laughing, holding her slender waist as he walked in. "First off, I want to clarify that there's no way you are going back to Los Angeles."
'Definitely Cindy, it must be her,' Miranda immediately looked disappointed, gazing at Eric with big puppy eyes as she planted a kiss near his mouth. "Eric, I was wrong. I'll be good from now on. Can I please go back to Los Angeles?"
Despite standing over 5'7", Miranda was surprisingly light. Eric reached the entrance, holding the girl as he kicked off his shoes against the wall. Gisele kindly handed him a pair of slippers.
He flashed a smile at Gisele and Alessandra as he slipped on the slippers and headed to the living room, tossing Miranda onto the couch. "You can't go back to Los Angeles. I'm heading to Australia at the end of the month. Why not come back with me?"
"Ugh..."
Miranda curled up, burying her face in a cushion and pretended to cry.
Gisele and Alessandra stepped forward to hug Eric for a moment. Feeling the scent of alcohol on him, Gisele asked, "Eric, would you like some tea? I can get that for you."
"Yeah, thanks," Eric nodded as he watched Gisele and Alessandra head to the kitchen. He settled in a corner of the couch where Miranda lay, playfully tapping her pert backside and smiling, "Well, Cindy said you've been quite good lately. I was actually going to praise you."
Miranda flipped over and lay like a kitten across Eric's lap, saying, "Eric, being a model is no fun. I want to go back to Los Angeles."
"There's no such thing as an easy job in this world," Eric said as he smoothened her hair while she rested her head on his lap. "And I don't like quitters. If you really don't want to stay in New York, I'll take you back to Australia."
Noticing there was no room for negotiation in Eric's tone, Miranda had no choice but to relent, "Fine, fine."
Just then, Alessandra emerged from the kitchen, holding a plate. "Eric, try this apple pie. It's pretty good."
As Eric picked up the fork, Miranda jumped up, unhappy and exclaimed, "Hey, that's my apple pie! I spent all afternoon making it!"
"I never said it wasn't yours," Alessandra said while sitting across Eric, holding the plate. After Eric took a piece, he also took a bite and added, "I just warmed it up and added some honey. What do you think, Eric?"
"Good. Really sweet," Eric replied.
Miranda felt even more aggrieved and repeated, "I made it."
"I know, I know," Eric chuckled. "Next time, remember to drizzle a bit of honey on top. You should try it too, see if it's better than your version."
Seeing the fork missing from the plate, Miranda pinched off a piece and popped it into her mouth, fully aware that Eric and Alessandra were teasing her. She still repeated, "It was my idea."
Eric and Alessandra just nodded, continuing to share the food on the plate.
The plate of apple pie wasn't very big. Gisele came back from the kitchen with some freshly brewed tea, only to find the three of them had already demolished the entire pie.
As Miranda wiped honey off her fingers with a napkin, she decided to "complain" to Eric, "Eric, Gisele just said she didn't want you to come over at all."
Eric took the tea Gisele handed him, smiling as he looked at her. "Why's that?"
Gisele poured three more cups of tea on the coffee table and settled down beside Alessandra, wrapping her arm around her shoulder. She leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, saying, "Because I already have Al."
The moment Miranda saw Gisele kiss Alessandra, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise. Since moving into the apartment, she had sensed a deeper intimacy between Gisele and Alessandra. Initially, she had thought they were just really close friends, but now it seemed something else was amiss.
Especially noticing the two of them wearing the same style of light pink long T-shirts after their earlier bath, she should've figured it out by now.
Seeing the exchange between the two girls, Eric nodded approvingly. "That's great! I can take a set of photos for you two when I have time. They will definitely be beautiful."
Alessandra leaned closer, naturally linking his arm with Eric's, playfully pouting a bit. "Eric, aren't you busy these days?"
"Well, relatively, I'll be in Manhattan for a week. But there aren't really any great places in New York for a photoshoot; we'd get too much attention shooting on the street," Eric replied, shaking his head. "Next vacation, I'll take you somewhere less crowded."
Miranda piped in with a teasing tone, "Yeah, yeah! Maybe a place with lions and tigers, and carry them both away."
Eric laughed while playfully patting Miranda's waist. "Would you feel even more proud if they took me away too?"
Miranda squirmed a bit, giggling playfully, "No way."
Eric released her and turned toward Gisele. "So, what have you been up to lately?"
"My agent has started reaching out for endorsements, aside from Victoria's Secret; Dior, Dolce & Gabbana, and Givenchy are all interested in collaborating with me next year." Gisele's excitement bubbled over when Eric mentioned it.
...
Since meeting Eric three years ago, Gisele felt like she had stepped into paradise.
Two years ago, after gaining fame as the cover girl for the U.S. version of VOGUE, she was given a 'healthy' and 'sunny' development direction thanks to Eric's influence. The fashion industry had worshiped sickly beauty for nearly a decade, and perhaps the whole industry had grown somewhat weary, which made Gisele's healthy beauty highly sought after.
Recently, Gisele received numerous invitations from luxury brands for runway shows at every fashion week. In terms of magazine covers that gauge a model's popularity, Gisele had graced over twenty covers in the past two years, appearing in influential fashion magazines around the world almost monthly.
Now, she not only had secured the Victoria's Secret Angel endorsement but also garnered interest from many various fashion brands.
Occasionally thinking about those endorsement contracts worth millions, Gisele couldn't help but feel thrilled. Even after meeting Eric three years ago, she never imagined she'd rise this quickly.
Gisele understood perfectly that without Eric's support, even if she had achieved her current height, it wouldn't have been so effortless.
The fashion industry was harsh and ruthless. To rise to the status of a supermodel, she would need to give, give, and keep giving.
To become well-known, you had to appear on magazine covers and brand runways, which meant charming magazine editors and brand designers. To land top-tier photoshoots, you must please famous photographers. Even if you achieved slight fame, you would still need to court your agent and company executives for opportunities; otherwise, with so many beautiful girls around, why should anyone choose you? Once an opportunity was granted, it wasn't enough merely to obtain it; you had to win over clients to keep it.
So, for a girl with no capital, aside from her body, what could she use to please others?
Three years ago, when Eric merely greeted her, Elite and IMG modeling agencies hurriedly presented her and Alessandra before Eric, making Gisele understand this reality.
Fortunately, Gisele realized she was fortunate.
Since becoming Eric's exclusive, she and Alessandra were safely shielded from the darker side of the fashion world. They didn't need to compete desperately like so many girls who had completely lost their way. Instead, they effortlessly obtained the best resources in the industry, whether it was the cover of U.S. VOGUE or being lead and closing models for luxury brands like Chanel, Dior, and Givenchy.
Many girls who spent their entire youth in the fashion industry might never get such an opportunity, yet she had acquired it all with ease.
When Miranda asked them if they wanted Eric over, Gisele knew that Alessandra, who harbored a secret crush on Eric, truly hoped he would come, but Gisele was speaking her genuine feelings; she had never given it too much thought.
Being a mature girl, how could she possibly give it thought for a man she didn't see often?
However, her feelings for Eric were filled with absolute gratitude, admiration, and respect.
She had often come across news about him and made it a point to pay attention to all of Eric's information. Gisele knew this man was powerful -- wealthy beyond measure. When she saw Eric's net worth on Forbes magazine in March of that year, she secretly calculated that even if she earned $100 million a year, it would take her 1,300 years to catch up to him. Who had 1,300 years? And which supermodel could make $100 million in a single year?
Thus, for Eric treating her and Alessandra as his exclusive, she gradually ceased to resist it and even smartly grasped Eric's intentions, growing closer with Alessandra.
...
After a long day, Eric chatted with the three girls for a while and decided to head off to rest.
Miranda, who was great at reading the room, noticed Eric's demeanor and immediately snuggled his arm, sweetly saying, "Eric, can we sleep together tonight?"
"Well, that would need Gisele and Alessandra's approval," Eric replied, looking at the two women.
Gisele and Alessandra didn't answer but simply nestled closer and exchanged a kiss.
Eric held up his hands laughing, telling Miranda, "See, your disadvantage is all too clear."
Miranda had low expectations from the start, feeling a bit dejected as she stood up and made her way upstairs, not forgetting to throw out, "You better watch out, or they might drain you dry."
...
Not long after, in the upstairs bedroom.
Eric had just taken a shower, his hair still damp, clad in a bathrobe, leaning back against the headboard, enjoying the sight of two girls in fitted lingerie kissing tenderly on the other side of the king-sized bed before finally inching closer together.
After a while, Gisele gently pulled away from Eric's embrace and whispered something in Alessandra's ear. Alessandra's face flushed as she stood up and walked out, leaving Eric puzzled.
Once the door clicked shut after Alessandra left, Gisele straddled Eric, feeling something hard, her face turning even redder as she reached for the knot of his robe. Leaning in, she softly said, "Eric, can I keep you company tonight?"
Eric nodded, pulling Gisele's slim waist tightly against himself, flipping her beneath him easily. "Sure, but sometimes, I don't like girls being too proactive."
...
In the morning, through several large glass windows flooding the living room with sunlight, Alessandra and Miranda sat on bar stools at the corner of the small kitchenette, half-heartedly eating freshly cooked oatmeal, glancing occasionally at the staircase in the distance.
After a moment of hesitation, Miranda asked Alessandra softly, "So, um, what does it feel like the first time?"
Alessandra instinctively shook her head, pausing before saying, "It should be... pretty painful."
Miranda blinked, a bit skeptical. "Should it?"
Alessandra felt a little embarrassed by Miranda's look, so he could only perfunctorily say, "You will know it soon."
Just as Miranda was about to say something else, she recalled her own inexperience and wisely closed her mouth.
At that moment, steady footsteps finally echoed down the stairs.
When they saw Gisele wrapped in Eric's arms walking down, Alessandra and Miranda exchanged worried glances, both feeling a quiver in their hearts, thinking the same thing: it had to hurt a lot.
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