Chương 241: Chapter 241: Dreams Come True
New York, JFK Airport.
As the flight experienced delays, the sun had already set by the time Blake Lively emerged from the airport exit, pushing her luggage along.
Near the exit, a crowd of people eagerly awaited their arrivals, but among them, there was no sign of Martin. Instead, she spotted Martin's companion, Bruce.
"Hi, Blake, follow me," Bruce greeted her, extending his hand to take her suitcase.
Blake swept her blonde hair back and got straight to the point, "Where's Martin? Isn't he here?"
Bruce began walking with the suitcase, explaining, "He couldn't reach you on the plane. He's organized a surprise party for you tonight, and many guests have already arrived. He had to go back to welcome them."
Blake glanced back at the airport and sighed, "All because of the flight delay."
Upon reaching the parking lot and placing their luggage in the car, Bruce waited for Blake to get inside before saying, "Yes, it's meant to be a surprise."
"Thank you, Old Boo," Blake expressed her anticipation.
Traffic jams plagued their journey in New York, and by the time they arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel, it was already dark.
The car pulled up in front of the hotel, and Bruce instructed, "We're heading to Ballroom No. 2."
"Does this outfit work?" Blake questioned, looking down at her simple ensemble of jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers.
Bruce nodded reassuringly, "Absolutely."
Blake exited the car, swiftly entered the hotel, inquired about the location of Ballroom No. 2, and ascended the stairs, even breaking into a light jog.
Just as she reached the end of the corridor, the red wooden door of the banquet hall swung open from the inside, revealing Martin.
Blake rushed toward him, embraced Martin, and lifted her feet off the ground, wrapping herself around him.
"I missed you," she said, squeezing him even tighter.
Martin kissed her forehead and replied, "I missed you too." He patted Blake's back and urged her, "Come inside, there are plenty of guests waiting."
Blake held Martin's hand as they entered the banquet hall.
Inside, the hall was dimly lit, the strains of a birthday song playing in the background. In the flickering candlelight, Mene emerged, pushing a large cake.
Martin nudged Blake gently, saying, "It's a couple of days late, but I hope you like it."
Blake walked over and blew out the eighteen candles.
The lights brightened, and applause filled the room.
It was only then that Blake realized many of the people celebrating her coming-of-age ceremony were individuals she had never imagined.
Great director Martin Scorsese, Oscar-winning actor Jack Nicholson, and the renowned former idol Leonardo... With such notable figures attending her party, Blake felt like she could boast about this for the rest of her life.
"Martin really outdid himself," any lingering unhappiness in her heart was completely overshadowed by excitement and joy.
After Martin introduced Blake to everyone present, Leonardo discreetly went to the banquet hall door, pulled out his phone, and made a call. When the phone rang on the other end, he quickly hung up.
Nicholson had been keeping an eye on Leonardo. At this moment, he raised a glass of wine, clinked it with his old friend Scorsese, and remarked, "The show is about to begin."
Scorsese, who was well-acquainted with the trio's penchant for mischief on set, replied, "Did you and Leo plan this?"
Nicholson glanced at Martin and quipped, "Shouldn't a scoundrel remain a scoundrel? This rascal actually thought of betraying me and Leo; I can't let that slide."
Scorsese humorously noted that, according to Hollywood scripts, the prodigal son's return was the right path.
Upstairs, Angela Linvall, Carolina, Doutzen Kroes, and Miranda Kerr, all dressed in sky blue jeans and white T-shirts, left their hiding place under Ambrosio's leadership. They made their way toward the second-floor banquet hall.
Among them, Angela Lindvall and KK held two special telescopic poles.
Doutzen carried a folded red banner.
As they turned into the corridor leading to the banquet hall, Ambrosio instructed, "Get ready."
Angela and KK extended the telescopic poles, while Doutzen and Miranda hung the banner between the pole heads.
The group burst into laughter, finding their prank quite amusing.
At this moment, the door to the banquet hall opened, and Leonardo stepped out, asking, "Are you ready?"
Ambrosio signaled an "OK" with her hand, replying, "We're just waiting for you to open the door."
Leonardo couldn't help but chuckle and then returned to the banquet hall, waving at the others, "Come on in."
"Sisters, hoist it up!" Ambrosio followed suit.
Leonardo entered and called out to Martin, "Hey, another guest has arrived."
Martin turned to look and spotted Ambrosio. With his impeccable poker face and nerves of steel, he gave away nothing.
Before he could react, Angela and KK entered, each holding a telescopic pole with a red cloth hanging between the pole heads.
"Fake!" Martin muttered under his breath, having a vague inkling that something mischievous was afoot.
But it was too late to stop it.
Blake, curious about the several women entering, recognized the first three. They were famous supermodels who often graced the covers of various fashion magazines.
What could they possibly be doing here?
Angela and KK acted swiftly. As they entered, they moved to either side, extended the telescopic poles, and the banners unfurled automatically.
A line of oversized gold characters on a red background caught everyone's attention.
"The supermodel sisters congratulate Martin's friend on her 18th birthday!"
At that moment, the entire room fell into stunned silence.
Doutzen, Miranda, and Isabella entered together, shouting in unison, "Happy birthday to Martin's girlfriend!"
Laughter erupted, unbridled and infectious. Even the notorious old rascal, Nicholson, laughed so heartily that Scorsese almost spewed out the wine he had just sipped. He wanted to join in the laughter but was mindful of the director's presence, so he ended up coughing vigorously instead.
The rest of the cast couldn't contain their laughter either.
"Three troublemakers, always messing with each other!" Leonardo shot a disdainful look at Martin, savoring his triumphant moment.
Martin pointed at Leonardo with a playful gesture.
Ambrosio, never one to shy away from causing a stir, waved to Martin and said, "Hi, darling. You promised to attend Heidi's wedding; why didn't you go?" Martin calmly replied, "I'll have someone deliver the gift..."
Blake gazed at Martin, then at the group of supermodels. Coming from an entertainment family, she was no fool and had a vague inkling of what was happening.
Martin walked in their direction, and Blake instinctively followed him.
Leonardo playfully winked at Martin, who responded by quietly flipping him the middle finger.
Blake quickly caught up to Martin, linked her arm with his, adjusted her mood, and donned the warm, rehearsed smile befitting a star. "Thank you for coming to my party. Your gifts are truly unique," she said, stepping forward to accept telescopic poles from Angela and KK. "I love them. Please accept them as a token of my appreciation."
Ambrosio observed Blake with keen interest. Judging from her appearance, she appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen, but her demeanor suggested she was older, possibly in her early twenties. Leonardo had mentioned that she was only eighteen, which made her maturity even more striking.
Such mature thoughts for her age?
Martin accepted the telescopic pole and banner from Blake, then handed them to Bruce, who was trailing behind. "Welcome, please come inside," Martin invited.
Blake, still smiling warmly, echoed, "Please, come inside."
Leonardo exchanged a knowing look with Ambrosio, urging her to continue stirring the pot.
Ambrosio feigned ignorance and led her group of sisters away, asking with a smile, "Martin, where did you find this princess? She's beautiful and has a great personality." Unfazed and never one to repeat compliments, Martin quipped at the right moment, "I must have saved the entire universe in my past life."
Blake chuckled, glancing at Martin, then at the supermodels. She understood the situation better than they realized.
Meanwhile, Angela and KK exchanged perplexed glances, unsure of how to respond.
Blake added, "I'm pursuing Martin, not the other way around."
Ambrosio found herself at a loss for words, and it seemed even Leonardo hadn't anticipated this side of the young woman.
"It's not fun," KK declared, feeling a bit bored. "Let's go."
A few minutes later, as Ambrosio and her group departed, others began to leave as well.
Scorsese and Nicholson strolled together, reaching a special elevator. The veteran director lamented, "I didn't expect that the young lady would handle it so calmly. Without her stirring things up, there wouldn't have been any spectacle."
Nicholson chided, "Your words are tarnishing our image!"
Scorsese adjusted his glasses and mused, "Who says great directors can't gossip or enjoy a little drama? You must understand that art draws inspiration from life."
Leonardo rejoined them.
Nicholson remarked, "Your results were just mediocre."
Leonardo shot back, "As long as Martin couldn't pull off her coming-of-age ceremony tonight, we've won."
When the elevator arrived, Scorsese took the lead and stepped inside.
...
After the party concluded and all the guests had departed, Martin escorted Blake to his room.
Blake didn't mention getting her own room again. Her visit to New York had become akin to a female fan embarking on a pilgrimage to her idol.
She surveyed the room, commenting, "The accommodations here are excellent, much better than in Mexico."
Martin, retrieving the gifts he had prepared, replied, "This is a big production company, and they're wealthy."
Blake glanced around the room and asked, "Which room would you like to stay in?"
"You can choose any room you like," Martin replied.
Blake took a step toward him and extended her hand, closing her eyes.
Martin presented her with the Cartier women's watch, placing it on her wrist himself.
Blake opened her eyes, her expression one of pleasant surprise. "It's stunning!"
Martin put the gift box away and sat it aside. "Originally, I intended to have it mailed to Los Angeles, but when you mentioned coming to New York, I decided to give it to you in person instead of mailing it."
Blake stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Martin's neck, and leaned in for a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for the wonderful gift."
As she hugged him, the gentle and sweet kiss took a more passionate turn.
Suddenly, Blake pulled away, took a step back, and headed for the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."
Martin offered, "I'll prepare the water for you."
Blake nodded, grabbed her suitcase, bath towels, and toiletries, and entered the bathroom.
Martin filled the bathtub with water, his back showcasing his near-perfect physique. Blake took a few steps back, reminiscent of when they played beach football and he dribbled the ball toward her. She lunged forward, legs outstretched, and tackled him.
Martin played along perfectly. When Blake collided with him, he fell into the bathtub with a playful thud. Purposefully, he splashed water in her direction like crashing ocean waves.
Blake promptly retaliated, and with a swift tug, they both ended up in the bathtub, thoroughly drenched.
Blake stood up, facing Martin, and peeled off her wet T-shirt.
For a fan pursuing her idol, there was one ultimate goal—to make her idol hers!
That night, Blake Lively successfully achieved her goal, sharing an intimate night with her idol, Martin.
Martin, in turn, gifted her an almost perfect adult experience.
As the sun rose, Blake opened her eyes and gazed at Martin. She leaned over, kissing him gently on the cheek. "Good morning, Martin's girlfriend."
Martin reciprocated with a kiss on her forehead. "Good morning, Martin's girlfriend."
Blake leaned in for a passionate embrace, leaving playful marks as they laughed and reveled in the moment.
"I'm certain this is real. It's not a dream. My dream has come true!" Blake exclaimed, overwhelmed with joy.
Martin couldn't resist teasing, "So, you've been plotting to seduce me for a long time, haven't you? Planning to make your move?"
Blake, her victory achieved, didn't hold back. "From the moment the Jeans crew arrived in Mexico, I found you handsome and intriguing, exactly my type. After the rattlesnake incident, I was determined to get close to you."
Her plan had succeeded, and she was unabashedly proud. "After Burbank Middle School, I made a vow that I'd sleep with you no matter what. I didn't care about my image; I just wanted you to be mine. Did you know that giving yourself to your idol is the ultimate gift from a fan?"
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