บท 80: Chapter 80 - Two Gifts

They slowly had a birthday dinner. Eric allowed Aniston to lean on him lazily, and they were speaking in whispers.

The birthday song of the two was not very lively, but it was very warm.

After singing, she cut the cake, and each ate only one piece. But the bottle of red wine was consumed quickly.

"Did you finish eating already? Eric looked at the girl's flushed face and asked with concern.

"Yes," Jennifer nodded and hugged Eric: "I'm so tired, carry me to take a shower, I don't want to move."

"No problem, my little princess," Eric smiled. He got up and took out two beautifully packed gift boxes from his luggage: "But first, a birthday gift and a Valentine's Day gift."

Aniston saw the two gift boxes and suddenly became unhappy. She took the gift boxes and put them on the table, before drilling into the man's arms.

"Don't you want to open them first?"

"I'm tired, I don't want to open them now."

Eric touched the girl's blonde hair and felt guilty: "I'm sorry, Annie. I made an appointment with someone earlier, so I have to leave early tomorrow morning."

"Hmm…"

"Annie, come back to Los Angeles. I hope you can stay with me."

"Tired, wanna take a bath..."

"Okay, okay," Eric picked up the girl and walked into the bathroom. Turning the warm water on, he removed Aniston's clothes. The girl raised her hands obediently and let Eric remove her top. Soon only the bra and pants were left. The white cleavage of the beauty was finally exposed in front of him, and Eric's breaths became rapid.

"It's been a long time," Aniston had a shy expression, with drooping eyelids, long eyelashes trembling, and gently pulled at Eric's coat: "Let's bathe together?"

Eric nodded and took off his clothes. He went to unfasten the girl's bra again, and her delicate breasts were finally revealed. Eric wrapped a soft globe in each hand and kneaded them a few times. Feeling her buds in his palms gradually hardening, he could not help but lean down and kissed them.

"That tickles." Aniston removed Eric's claws, smirked and kicked off her trousers, and turned to escape into the bathtub. Squeezing into it and leaving a gap behind her for him, she looked at Eric with anticipation. Eric took off his last piece of clothing, exposing his excited member to a staring Aniston. She haughtily snorted and stuck out her tongue: "It's ugly."

"Girls who lick it in person are usually singing praises." Eric said with a smirk and stepped into the bathtub. He reached for the girl's waist and pulled Aniston's light and delicate body into his arms. Feeling the clear breastbone under the girl's breasts, Eric said: "Jenny, please eat more. I prefer the way you were."

"Hmm, I'm not doing it to please you." The girl felt the hard member behind her and wanted to escape a little, but couldn't move as Eric held her tightly.

"Eric, let's start bathing, the bathtub will be flooded soon."

Eric's big hand covered the girl's soft orbs again. He leaned over and kissed Aniston's earlobe, and said softly: "But I think this is more fun..."

The sensitive earlobe was teased so much that Aniston's entire body melted.

Eric stopped talking, his hands slipped down, and he lifted Aniston's butt slightly and squeezed into her core.

"Ahh, you haven't put a condom on yet."

"Relax, it's a safe period."

Feelings from her core being penetrated, coupled with the alcohol consumed earlier, had Aniston already confused. When she heard the words of her lover, she asked subconsciously, "Do men also have a safe period?"

"Uh, I mean you. Eric explained silently and slowly moved.

Aniston twisted her waist and cooperated silently, her mouth still not ready to keep silent: "That's awful, you're even secretly calculating a girl's safe period, you bastard."

Eric slammed into her as a punishment, and as the girl exclaimed, he smiled and said, "I only count your days."

It was a wild and sleepless night.

He woke up very late the next day and found the well fucked and exhausted girl was still asleep in a sweet dream, her lips curled up in a smile. Eric kissed the corner of Aniston's mouth before putting on his clothes lightly.

After making a simple breakfast, Aniston still didn't wake up. Eric looked at his watch and had to put Aniston's portion away for later and ate by himself.

"Jenny, I'm leaving." After breakfast, Eric walked into the bedroom and lay on the girl's pillow, gently brushing her tangled hair.

"Hm... don't be noisy, I want to sleep," the girl protested faintly, pulling the quilt over her head impatiently.

"Okay, I will call you after reaching Los Angeles," Eric said once again, and the little lazy bum still didn't respond. After thinking about it, he found a pen and a note and put it in a conspicuous place. Then he reluctantly picked up the luggage and left Aniston's apartment.

From a taxi, Eric looked up at the window of Aniston's apartment, and there was a black shadow there because of the backlight.

Behind the window, the girl was wrapped in a quilt, and squeezing the note tightly in her hand, as she watched the taxi slowly leave. Sighing, she moved back to the bed, and tossed about in distress, grabbing the pillow next to her and punching it hard a few times.

"Go on, you bastard, couldn't you stay asleep for a while longer, Damn it!"

...

Shortly after getting off the plane, Eric only stayed a little while. He contacted his team of private lawyers and followed Jobs to leave Los Angeles again to Richmond, California, San Francisco Bay. As the funds became tighter and tighter, Pixar's headquarters was moved into a small burrow in Richmond by Jobs.

At the same time, Pretty Woman was taking over the box office across all of North America, at a rate almost visible to the naked eye. After three hot days over the weekend, people's viewing enthusiasm has not diminished even on the working days. Especially on Valentine's Day, many movie theaters screening Pretty Woman were houseful.

To the envy and jealousy of other film companies, the first week's box office data of Pretty Woman was officially released to the public.

It was $16.05 million on the three days of the weekend, and the box office totaled $29.07 million in the first week. Although a few felt regretful that it didn't reach 30 million US dollars, it also exceeded the first week's box office of Eric's last movie Home Alone.

In the second week of its release, the box office of Pretty Woman fell to 17 million US dollars, a drop of almost 43%. This data let many people breathe a small sigh of relief that it was fortunately not another Home Alone.

But in the following weeks, the box office of Pretty Woman did not appear to drop as sharply as in the second week. A month later, the North American box office of Pretty Woman had accumulated more than $75 million. It was no longer any suspense that it would break through $100 million. According to the estimates of some statistical agencies, as long as there were no other box office dark horses, the box office of this movie was likely to once again exceed 200 million US dollars.

Under the operation of Fox, Pretty Woman had also been released overseas. Although most regions missed Valentine's Day, under the influence of the North American market's reputation, the overseas box office of the film was stronger than the North American local momentum. And within four weeks, the 100 million dollar mark was exceeded.

In less than a year, two films that created box office miracles were shot. Eric was once again the focus of all media. The Los Angeles Times directly titled him, the wonder kid who invaded Hollywood in less than one year. A detailed report on his deeds during the year followed the headline.

As he could not be reached, many well-known media and magazines contacted Jeffrey or Kapoor. They were hoping for an interview with Eric himself, but they were all rejected.

Although Eric had not yet reached the heights of Barry Diller and Michael Eisner, he believed that day would not be too far off. Eric's ultimate goal was to reach the level of these big men with great power, who are hidden behind the scenes and being a black hand that controls all of the media industry.

When trying to get an interview with Eric was hopeless, the media had no choice but to retreat and turn their attention to other people.