"Have you ever seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m.? Stars in the sky, rare lights, and the sound when the ball goes through the hoop" – the famous quote by basketball star Kobe Bryant.
At this hour, a Lamborghini was speeding down an empty street. Eric looked out the window, seeing a sprinkle of stars in the sky.
He had just been woken up by a call from Judy, who was asking for help with the Olsen sisters. So, he had to go.
Pulling up to the hotel, Eric headed to the elevator and soon found himself at the door of the room he was looking for.
"It's me. Open up," he said, knocking.
A moment later, the door opened, and Judy stood there in front of him.
"What happened? Why do you have scratches on your neck?"
Judy tiredly shook her head. "Come in."
Entering the room, Eric saw wigs, hats, and accessories scattered all over the floor.
"What's all this chaos? Were you playing spies?"
"What are you talking about? I took them to a bar, and so we wouldn't get recognized, we decided to dress up."
"Alright, that makes sense. But what about your neck? Did you get into a fight?"
Judy touched the scratches. "No, that was Mary. Or maybe Ashley. Not sure."
"I took them to a bar, and we were together at first, but they decided they wanted to see what ordinary people do, so I stepped away."
Eric gave Judy a suspicious look. "Really?"
"Alright, to be honest, a girl invited me, but I didn't go far and kept checking on them. They were chatting with a couple of girls, and everything seemed fine, so I left."
"Did you just leave them alone and go off to have fun? They're inexperienced!" Eric was outraged.
"No, it wasn't like that. I just went to the bathroom. I could always come back to help them. And besides, look at them – they're adults."
Eric moved further into the room, immediately noticing the smell of alcohol. Entering the bedroom, he saw Ashley and Mary lying on the bed, their arms and legs intertwined.
Both were half-dressed, their pants slipping, revealing light-colored hair.
"You let them drink? They're under 21. If Jarnett and David find out, they'll scold me."
"Who are Jarnett and David?" Judy asked.Ashley
"Their parents. I've heard David's an excellent shot."
Judy shrugged, exasperated. "I didn't think they'd drink so much. We just wanted to see how people live, and they got carried away. When I returned, they were already like this."
Eric gave Judy a stern look. "Besides drinking, what else happened? Did anyone touch them?"
Judy quickly shook her head. "No, don't worry. I took them to a respectable place. Everything was consensual."
Eric sighed. "Judy Newhouse, I shouldn't have trusted you. Stop making excuses and get ready to take them home."
"Home? You said their parents would get mad."
"If you're afraid, don't do it. If Jarnett calls the police, you'll be questioned."
Judy went pale and begged, "That's why I called you. You're their friend. No one will scold you."
"Alright, go. I have a lot of other things to do. But remember, you need to be responsible for your actions."
With those words, Judy dashed out of the room, and Eric tried to stop her, but she was too fast. She pushed him, and Eric fell onto the bed, pinning down the Olsen sisters' legs. Ashley groaned and opened her eyes slightly.
"Eric? Is that you?"
Eric carefully got up. "Yes, it's me, Ashley. Put on some clothes and wake Mary up. I'll take you home."
"Home? Aren't we home? Why are you here?"
Eric gently tapped her cheek to bring her to her senses. "Get it together; this is a hotel. Come on, I'll help you up."
Ashley stood and staggered to the bathroom. There, Eric wet a towel and wiped her face. Looking at herself in the mirror, Ashley became a bit more aware.
She clutched her temples. "Oh, my head is killing me."
"You drank too much. It's dangerous for girls to get this drunk. Have some water."
Eric found a bottle of water and handed it to Ashley.
She drank eagerly, but her shaky hands couldn't hold the bottle, spilling water onto the floor.
"Eric, I didn't drink that much. Mary and I usually only drink wine. It was those girls who treated us."
"What did they give you?"
"I don't know; it was some cocktail from the bartender."
Eric sighed. "The cocktail clearly had hard liquor. No wonder you got so drunk. How are you feeling now? Any better?"
Ashley wobbled back into the living room and collapsed onto the couch. "Does it look like it? Not really."
"But we still have to go home. Your mom, Jarnett, will be worried," Eric said, smiling faintly.
"Haha! Do you think she'd call the police? Don't worry; I told her in advance we were meeting friends from the film crew. She knows."
"If she'd really called the police, they'd already be here."
Eric sighed with relief. "True, you are white girls, after all."
Looking at Eric, Ashley suddenly thought he looked both cute and funny. She shook her head to dispel the dizziness, then patted the couch next to her. "Come here, sit, let's talk."
Eric pointed to the clock on the wall. "Let's talk tomorrow. It's too late now; you and Mary need to sleep. I'll go, too."
He turned to leave, feeling the tension ease. But as he was almost at the door, he suddenly felt two arms wrap around him from behind, and a soft body pressed against his back.
Eric froze. "Ashley, what are you doing?"
A quiet voice behind him said, "Eric, I just want to talk. Are you in such a rush?"
Eric tried to break free but realized that tonight the girl had a lot of strength.
"Ashley, let go. This isn't right. I don't want to make a mistake."
Ashley giggled. "Let it be a mistake. So what? I've noticed that when I drink, I get braver."
"Let's do this, I'll let you go, but you stay and talk to me, okay?"
Eric nodded.
She let him go, and they stood face to face in the hallway, amid the scattered wigs and hats.
Eric looked at her, "Ashley, what do you want to say?"
She smiled, but her smile was slightly awkward due to the remnants of alcohol intoxication.
"Eric, how long have we known each other? It seems like a long time has passed since we met in New York. Do you know how you've changed in my eyes?"
"What?"
"When we first met, apart from your beautiful face, you seemed like a greedy person to me."
"You wanted to absorb Dualstar Entertainment, right? Then I thought that if you could get rid of annoying Robert Solani, then it would be good. But I doubted if you could."
"You soon impressed me. Robert Solny was really easily eliminated by you. In my eyes, you have turned into a capable young handsome man, which has added to your attractiveness."
"After you replaced Robert, I thought that you would start to put pressure on us in the management of the company. But you suggested a series of strategies that helped us. You've become smart and charming to me, but not overbearing and handsome."
"Then, when Mary and I were surrounded by journalists, you came forward and defended us by speaking out in support of Michael Jackson. You have become a capable, charming and fair person for me."
At that, Ashley paused, took a deep breath and plucked up the courage: "Eric Cooper, I fell in love with you."
Eric was surprised, even though he had assumed that such feelings might arise. He didn't expect Ashley to have gone through such a journey.
Ashley frowned.: "Aren't you going to say or do anything?"
"I think now is not the time."
"Not the time? What does it mean not the time? Do you think I'm ugly?" Ashley asked excitedly.
"Of course not. You're very beautiful, Ashley. All of America recognizes your attractiveness and charm."
Eric hastened to explain. He knew that Ashley was a modest and shy person. This time, taking advantage of the courage given by alcohol, she spoke from the bottom of her heart. If he had rejected her, it could have led to serious consequences, including for their film "The Life of Adele."
"Then don't say too much!"
Ashley suddenly rushed to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him, her tongue sliding over his face, causing goosebumps.
"To hell with everything!"
When a girl takes such an initiative, it is already impossible to resist. Let everything else wait.
Eric sighed, "Especially that cheeky Elin, who yelled at me a few hours ago. Fine, I'll take the interest from your niece."
As soon as the gates of his thoughts opened and the moral shackles were thrown off, desire, like a wild river, overwhelmed him, depriving him of reason.
The two bodies entwined together, and Eric's big hands explored all available surfaces, expertly undoing hidden fasteners.
The clothes were thrown off, and Ashley wrapped her legs around Eric's waist like a snake. Her head was thrown back, and soft moans were coming from her lips.
After a while, Eric picked her up and carried her to the sofa, preparing for the next step, but suddenly stopped, realizing something important.
"Eric, what happened?" Ashley asked, looking at him with bleary eyes.
Eric nodded towards the next room: "We forgot about Mary."
Ashley also thought of her sleeping sister, but it was impossible to stop at such a moment.
"Don't worry, we'll be quick. She won't wake up."
Eric smiled: "Ashley, do you remember I told you a joke?"
"What kind of joke?"
"I was saying that this part of my body is my second pride, and you were asking which one is the first."
Ashley looked down: "Now I know. Its size is a little scary."
"No, dear, he is not only big, but also hardy."
"Oh my God!"
When Eric entered her, Ashley opened her mouth in a silent scream, her body trembled.
The sofa creaked with their movements, and time dragged inexorably towards five o'clock in the morning.
Ashley was on her knees, leaning on the sofa, supporting herself with one hand, covering her mouth with the other so as not to make any sounds. Her face was contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
"What are you doing?!"
Suddenly, there was a shout from behind them, and they turned around. Mary stood nearby, looking at them.
Eric and Ashley hastily stopped moving, trying to find something to cover themselves with, but all their clothes were left in the hallway. It was an awkward moment.
"Mary, are you... are you awake?"
Ashley didn't dare look at her sister and barely managed to squeeze out a few words.
"I'm asking, what are you doing? I just fell asleep, and here it is!"
Ashley turned to Eric, looking for an answer.
Eric realized that there was nothing more to hide, and decided to be frank: "Mary, as you can see, we are doing this. You can do whatever you want, I don't have the words."
With that, he continued.
Ashley blushed up to her ears and started hitting him: "Stop! Stop it! Stop moving!"
"No, I won't. Do you think Mary won't notice? Even if he doesn't notice today, what then? If she's interested in watching, let her watch."
With these words, he intensified his movements.
"You..."
Under the influence of Eric's words and actions, Ashley's forbidden desires began to awaken. Especially after the recent flirtation at the bar, her excitement only increased. She couldn't help but moan.
Looking at this, Mary's anger and annoyance began to fade. She wanted to leave this shameful place, but she couldn't take her eyes off it. Especially the sounds her sister was making hit her head over and over again.
In recent months, while preparing for the filming of "The Life of Adele," she and Ashley have practiced some moves, but never so deeply.
Step.
One more step.
Not only did she not leave, but she also came closer to the sofa, looking at her sister. She asked quietly, "Ashley, are you okay?"
"Yes–" Ashley whispered.
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