Just when Brooklyn Dyke was at a loss, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice coming from the side.
"Is there anything to eat? Great. Brooklyn, why are you standing there? Are you hurt too? Damn, Andy, you're so rude! I'm hurt there."
The two turned their heads and saw Marissa Miller, wearing a very ill-fitting T-shirt, walking and yawning. Although her walking posture was a bit awkward, she still moved quickly to the dining table, grabbed the ham and toast on the plate with her hands, chewed a few times, and swallowed it. She drank a glass of milk in one gulp and let out a sigh, "I thought I was going to die here last night..."
Andy rolled his eyes and asked Brooklyn to sit down and eat. The girl seemed to think of something, hummed softly, sat down and started eating breakfast.
Marissa's beautiful eyes scanned back and forth between Andy and Brooklynn, and finally looked at Andy carefully, "Andy, are you a monster?"
Andy looked at the naked body, the bulging nipples squeezed by the small T-shirt, which was full of temptation. He glared at her fiercely, resisting the urge to kill her right there. He picked up a sandwich and handed it to the silent Brooklyn, "Eat your breakfast!"
Marissa seemed to notice something was wrong with Brooklyn. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she couldn't help but sneer in her heart. She said rudely, "Brooklyn, what's wrong with you? You look so listless. Are you a little full from eating the 'Big Banana' last night?"
Andy was so upset. Looking at Brooklynn, whose pretty face was flushed red and glaring at Marissa, he couldn't help but slap his forehead, knowing that something bad was going to happen.
Unexpectedly, Brooklyn only took a few deep breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and then she responded calmly and bluntly: "My mouth is not as good as yours, and besides, retching doesn't feel good!"
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Andy could only helplessly tap the cup with the fork in his hand. "Hey, girls, didn't we get along very well last night? Arguing is not what good girls do. If anyone argues, I will buy her a banana breakfast right away."
The two women looked at each other strangely, snorted coldly, but no one tried to provoke trouble again, and they started eating breakfast.
After the three of them finished breakfast, Marissa still had no intention of changing her clothes. She was still wearing a T-shirt with her underwear exposed, revealing her long, toned legs. She went barefoot in the kitchen to make coffee.
Andy looked at Brooklynn, who seemed to have no intention of leaving, and scratched his head. Shouldn't they exchange numbers and then go their separate ways? Were these two women trying to get by with me?
For money? Impossible, they wouldn't treat themselves like this, they weren't *****. Although he knew both of them had their own agenda, they shouldn't be making demands right now, right?
Could it be that he couldn't bear to part with his big banana, and after having tasted it last night, he wanted to cling to him? Looking at the hostile attitude between the two of them, could this really be his idea?
While Andy was daydreaming, Marissa Miller twisted her charming body and brought the coffee over. Seeing that Brooklyn also had a cup in front of her, Andy couldn't help but nod secretly, which was quite magnanimous.
Marissa sipped her coffee and squinted her eyes at Brooklyn Decker across from her, seeing his hostility towards her. This little bitch seemed to want to get involved with Andy and wanted to monopolize the opportunity. Even if she couldn't become Andy's official girlfriend because of her age, she would not let this little bitch succeed.
In Andy's eyes, no matter what these two women think, don't expect him to be tied down. Long-term prostitution or underground lover can be considered.
"Ahem, okay, we all had a wonderful night last night. Although it was a bit absurd, our relationship can be maintained until the day you ask us not to contact each other anymore. Is that okay with everyone?" Andy knew that he could be ruthless and leave without any explanation.
After all, it was a matter of mutual consent. Didn't he use a little force on Brooklyn during the double FEI last night? He didn't want these two women to hate him.
Besides, the request he made was completely taking advantage of himself. As for what they asked of him, as long as it was within his ability, he could help. Of course, if the request was excessive, Andy could only laugh at her.
"I have no problem. I love the feeling of soaring into the sky, honey." Marissa replied with a charming smile, and rubbed Andy's calf with her feet under the table. Andy resisted her temptation, glared at the woman who started to act SAO, and turned to look at Brooklyn Dyke.
Brooklyn Decker looked at Marissa and couldn't help cursing in his heart, "Bitch, you're just a lustful bitch!" He didn't avoid Andy's questioning gaze, but said with a tone of grievance and shame and anger, "I'm not who you think I am!"
"Puff~~~"
Andy was about to speak to offer comfort when he heard Marissa Miller sneer contemptuously, "What kind of person are you? Joan of Arc? This is Hollywood! Salim told me what happened last night. Andy Smith, the bestselling author, the newly minted billionaire, the hottest topic, young and handsome, with a perfect body. Which of those bitches here didn't want to seduce him?"
Andy frowned and looked at Brooklyn Decker, whose pretty face flushed and teeth clenched, who was about to get angry after Marissa Miller stripped off her disguise. He slammed the table to stop Marissa from continuing.
"Okay! Everyone, stop arguing. Brooklyn, for not respecting your opinion last night... ahem, I'm sorry. I know you're a good girl, and I didn't mean any other things by saying this. It's just that you're so charming, and I don't want to lose you because of what happened last night. Do you understand what I mean? You said your dream was to make movies. Although I'm not a big shot in Hollywood, I do have some connections. As a good friend, I will do my best to help you realize your dream. Of course, if it's beyond my ability, I can't do anything about it. I hope you understand."
When Brooklyn heard Andy's words, her eyes turned red and her lips trembled slightly. She seemed to be struggling with something. She opened her mouth to say something but held it back. Andy knew that she was only 19 years old after all and was shy. Perhaps she could not accept this kind of implicit, transaction-like relationship for a while, but Andy believed that she would figure it out.
"What about you? What do you need me to do?" Andy turned to look at Marissa, who was staring at Brooklyn with a sneer, and asked her directly without beating around the bush. After all, for someone like Marissa Miller who has been working in the fashion industry for many years, it is easier to be direct.
"Haha, you're really not cute. You're indeed a genius. I'm really a little in love with you." Marissa circled the rim of the white porcelain coffee cup with her fingers. Her eyes, which originally had a hint of playfulness, gradually became absent-minded and dull. She sighed softly and smiled bitterly with sadness.
"In 2001, I met the famous photographer Mario Testino who was surfing on the beach in California. He said that he was excited by the natural feeling in me. Soon a group of beautiful photos of me surfing appeared in Vogue magazine." Looking at Marisa Miller's innocent smile and recalling that perhaps the best time, Andy sipped his coffee and listened quietly. Brooklyn Decker also calmed down, but the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, showing his disdain for Marisa's memories.
"Haha, back then I thought I was going to be a star. I gave up my dream of becoming a teacher and threw myself into the fashion world without hesitation. But once I got in, I realized how easy it was. Becoming a supermodel or a star wasn't that easy. A pretty face? A tall, voluptuous figure? Haha, not to mention how many girls in the US have the qualifications, there are countless girls like that in California alone. Finally, I realized what's most important: opportunity! Opportunity is the only thing that matters, but why should opportunities be given to you? Without fame, background, or connections, where would opportunities come from? If you want opportunities, you have to look for those with resources, but what can you give them in exchange for an opportunity? In the fashion world, haha, those who say they'll give me opportunities look at me like they want to eat me up. They're only interested in my face and body. Whether you get the opportunity or not, you have to have fun with them first. Want to resist? They'll ban you in a minute..."
Marissa Miller seemed to have opened the door to her memories and recounted all the pain she had suffered over the years. Brooklyn Decker, who had been laughing at her in his heart, also had a gloomy expression on his face, and felt the same way.
Andy was speechless and could only remain silent. He believed that what Marissa said was from her heart, but he did not have much sympathy or pity. His mind was not the same as his age, 21 years old, and he had long passed the stage of passion. He would not blame those who enforced the rules. After all, he was one of those who had the resources to do so, because this was reality.
Who told you to become a star? Who told you to make a fortune? No one forced you to do that, so don't complain if you pay the price for that opportunity!
Marissa stole a subtle glance at Andy, who was silently drinking his coffee. Her expression remained unchanged, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes. She cursed inwardly, "Damn it! Why didn't he take the bait?"
Brooklyn glanced at Andy's handsome young face and seemed to have thought of something. She might be young, but she was no fool. She quickly understood what Marissa meant by these words and cursed her inwardly, calling her a scheming bitch. Thinking of her previous hostility towards her, she sneered, "To sleep with someone just for the opportunity, how shameless!"
Marissa smiled wryly at Brooklyn and said, "Not everyone is as lucky as you. Signing a contract with Sports Illustrated at your age and having the chance to pursue your dreams in Hollywood. Besides, you don't have to laugh at me. If I had really accepted those people's offers, I wouldn't be in my current state of tepid success."
"Hmph, who knows!" Brooklyn sneered with her arms around her chest, not caring at all about how tempting the pair of 36C breasts squeezed by her arms were.
"you----"
Marissa Miller glared angrily at the young and beautiful face opposite her that made her jealous, and she really wanted to scratch it with her fingernails.