OH
"Ahahaha~"
"OMG!"
Watching the two people passionately kissing on stage, the vast Shrine Auditorium erupted in cheers.
Some people's eyes widened and mouths opened, revealing expressions of extreme surprise.
Some veteran actors, accustomed to the casual behavior of young people, even applauded encouragingly, fully demonstrating the saying, 'the more chaotic, the better.'
Others wore expressions of onlookers, curious whether this was a planned segment or an impromptu act.
In the cameraman's earpiece, the director's furious shouts and commands rang out.
"Zoom in quickly! Close-up! Give me a close-up right on their faces!"
"Closer! I want to see if they're using their tongues!"
The assistant director watched the stage with immense excitement: "Tonight is truly a lucky night. I have a feeling that this year's Emmy Awards ratings will also break records."
The director's eyes gleamed as well: "We really should thank the Academy. If they hadn't boldly given the award to Eric Cooper, how could we have seen such an explosive scene?"
The venue was in an uproar, and outside the Grand Theater, it was equally lively.
In tens of millions of homes across more than forty countries, including the United States, the United Kingdom, France, and Germany, all simultaneously broadcasting the event, shouts and screams were erupting.
"Cynthia, get out of the bathroom quickly! Nicole Kidman is kissing a winner!"
"Dad, come and see! The record has been broken! The youngest Emmy Awards Best Screenwriter in history has been born!"
"What? Did six feet under not win?"
"No, the walking dead took home the trophy. This kid is really too young, and he even got a kiss from Nicole Kidman."
"Why didn't they give it to the west wing? This kind of zombie show should go to the Saturn Awards. Are those judges all idiots? He definitely bribed them!"
Besides ordinary movie fans and viewers, many people close to Eric were also watching the Emmy Awards live broadcast.
Gadot and Judy sat on the sofa. The former was currently frowning, staring at the TV screen, her beer held suspended in mid-air.
She had initially been happy for Eric's win and clinked glasses with Judy, but then she saw this scene.
Recalling the rumors that had once circulated about the two of them, she suddenly had a bad premonition, feeling that something was amiss.
Gadot was merely suspicious, but Judy could pretty much confirm that, given Eric's playboy nature, he definitely had something going on with Nicole Kidman.
She quickly interjected, "That's fantastic, Gadot! This trophy is enough to make Eric go down in film history. Cheers!"
Gadot continued to stare suspiciously at the screen. Suddenly, she asked, "Judy, why did Nicole Kidman kiss Eric?"
"Uh… perhaps she was happy for Eric. After all, he broke a historical record; he might only get this chance once in a lifetime. They're also friends, so their heads got hot."
"Being there in person must be different from watching on TV. The atmosphere ignites everyone, and when the blood rushes to your brain, it makes everyone foolish. In short, it's nothing."
"Adrien Brody also kissed Halle Berry very excitedly when he won Best Actor."
"Alright, stop thinking about it. We just made a bet that if Eric won, you'd chug a whole bottle. Don't be a sore loser."
Gadot nodded slowly, thinking that this explanation made sense, as Western culture was indeed more open.
She raised her beer bottle, but her gaze happened to fall on the concentric knot necklace around Nicole's neck.
At this moment, an unpleasant feeling once again surged in her heart. The style of that necklace was truly unique; it was hard not to notice it.
"This style? It's somewhat similar to the earrings Eric gave me."
"China? Could it be that he gave it to that woman?"
Theron, who harbored similar doubts to Gadot, watched the TV with her arms crossed, scrutinizing the screen.
However, after a brief thought, she dismissed it, perhaps it was just a momentary, excited coincidence.
After the two established their relationship, they spent half of the nights in a week together, often leaving her exhausted and unable to wake up early for exercise like before.
During the other half of the time, Eric had various social engagements and work, often requiring overtime, and he also had to have dinner with his family.
She knew her boyfriend's mother was a Catholic and valued family time greatly, so Eric generally wouldn't miss family activities.
Factoring in all these miscellaneous things, he hardly had any free time left in a seven-day week.
Under such tight circumstances, it seemed highly unlikely that he would also find time to mess around with Nicole Kidman.
Not only would he not have enough time, but his body wouldn't be able to handle it either.
Nicole Kidman, in her thirties, was at a stage where she was like a tigress, her wild nature unleashed.
If Eric exhausted himself with her, and then went to be'squeezed' by a 'tigress,' wouldn't that mean seven consecutive days of non-stop activity?
He wasn't a spinning top; playing like that would have worn him out long ago.
However, his body still looked great every day, so whether deduced from time or energy.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
But poor Theron didn't know that Nicole Kidman lived in the building right next to hers.
It was a five-minute walk, a one-minute elevator ride, and then she was there—that's how fast it was.
So Eric often comforted Nicole, then found an excuse to leave and go to her, or reversed the order.
In between, he'd carve out one or two nights to sleep with Gadot.
During the day, he'd find time to host three-person parties with the Olsen Sisters, directly within the Dual Star Entertainment or MGM buildings. Since it was all under the guise of discussing work, outsiders couldn't find fault.
The buildings all had dedicated luxury lounges, followed by a full massage and relaxation service afterward.
Also, work wasn't as busy as Theron imagined. He was the boss, and more often than not, his role involved strategic thinking, reviewing and approving decisions, listening to reports, and making choices.
Meetings were always concise, with implementation handled by those below him.
So everything proceeded in such an orderly fashion.
Eric sometimes thought about moving Gadot to be neighbors with Nicole and Theron, which would save a lot of travel time.
He himself still had energy to spare and could even work a little harder to take care of one or two more beautiful women.
As the old saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility.
No!
It should be: the greater the ability, the more women.
Unlike Gadot's doubts and Theron's self-consolation, the Olsen Sisters were naturally furious.
The two sisters cursed at the television, filling the room with vulgarities like 'bitch,''shameless,' 'adulterers,' and 'dog and bitch.'
Although they were the youngest, they understood their man's philandering nature the most deeply, having experienced it firsthand.
How many men sleep with twin sisters on the same day, same hour, same minute?
Having the thought and putting it into practice are two different things. Regardless of whether they actively seduced him, his acceptance proves that his intentions were absolutely impure.
But after cursing, they exchanged glances. What else could they do?
Warn Eric to behave?
That guy would definitely agree on the surface but continue to do as he pleased behind their backs.
Uncontrollable! Truly uncontrollable!
Given their chaotic relationship of three, they had the least right to speak.
"Ashley, this scoundrel is cheating in public, what should we do?"
"What else can we do? We can't kill him. At most, we can exhaust him to death."
"But Eric's energy seems endless, even more enduring than the two of us combined."
"If two aren't enough, then all three of us go at him."
"Huh? What are you saying?"
"Uh… nothing, nothing."
"Sigh! I regret it a little. I shouldn't have been deceived by him and taken blue is the warmest color. Now there's no turning back."
Outside, a storm brewed, and on stage, Eric also had a jolt from Nicole's stealthy suck.
After a few kisses, he quickly straightened his position, luckily not instinctively sticking out his tongue.
"You little hussy, I'll deal with you when we get home!"
Nicole hummed, not bothering him further, and voluntarily released his arm, handing him the trophy.
"Hahahaha."
When you don't know what to say, a few silly laughs will do the trick; people will think you're a simple-minded person.
When he laughed, many people below him also started laughing, and some idiot even let out a loud whistle.
A quick strategy flashed through his mind. Eric pointed forward with a half-smile: "I know, you all want this too, right?"
"Yeah!"
Many people responded.
He pretended to look at Nicole, then at the trophy in his hand, and then hugged the trophy close.
"Sorry, I was talking about the Oscar Winner's kiss, not this trophy. This is mine."
"It is my precious!"
"It is mine!"
Hahahaha.
Uttered with Gollum's classic line from The Lord of the Rings, it immediately sent the entire audience into laughter.
Using humor to dampen the flames of passion, Eric added another remark.
"Thank you, Nicole, for presenting me with this award. At the Oscars, she called me a knight; at the Emmys, I call her my goddess of luck. Thank you."
"Thank you to the Academy for choosing me among five individuals. My competitors are all the most outstanding screenwriters; I respect them and will learn from them."
"And the entire crew of the walking dead. This show took thousands of people a lot of time; it is our collective labor, and I must thank every single person."
"Finally, to my family, I love you all!"
As Eric finished speaking, applause immediately erupted in the theater.
High-ranking, articulate, handsome, talented, gentle, and generous.
When so many virtues are concentrated in one person, it's hard not to love him.
Subsequently, the Emmy for Outstanding Directing for a Comedy Series was awarded to Curb Your Enthusiasm.
The Emmy for Outstanding Directing for a Drama Series was won by the west wing, just as Frank Darabont had predicted: if they gave him Best Screenwriter, they wouldn't give him Best Director.
Finally, everybody loves raymond won Outstanding Comedy Series, while friends didn't snag a single significant award.
The Emmy for Outstanding Drama Series was awarded to the sopranos.
After the awards ceremony, the Vanity Fair after-party was, of course, the usual routine.
However, Eric was too lazy to attend. Actors liked to participate because they needed exposure to maintain their popularity.
With popularity came fame, which could then be converted into box office appeal. With box office appeal, projects would seek them out, and they could then demand higher fees.
Eric, however, had no need for any of that; he represented capital.
He walked out of the Shrine Auditorium and got straight into a car to leave.
Not long after returning to his apartment, even without prior discussion, Nicole, with their unspoken understanding, pushed open the door and walked in.
Slap!
Ouch!
"You hurt me, you bastard!"
"Does it hurt? There'll be more pain to come."
Rip!
Ignoring the woman's resistance, the cheongsam, worth thousands of dollars, was violently torn to shreds.
Eric used the torn strips of fabric to tie Nicole's hands behind her back, and then blindfolded her.
"Darling, what are you trying to do? I'm a little scared."
Eric pushed her into the bedroom without a word, and then slapped her heavily again.
"No, it hurts so much, darling, please spare me, I know I was wrong."
"Hmph! What did you do wrong?"
"I shouldn't have been overly excited, but seeing you win an award, I really couldn't hold back, just like how excited I was when I won an Oscar."
"I think you did it on purpose."
Another heavy slap landed, and Nicole quickly shook her head: "Of course not, I just couldn't help myself."
"My man broke a historical record, and love made me lose control."
"Eric, my love, I love you."
Listening to Nicole's tearful expression of love, Eric was also a little confused. It seemed he had overthought it. He had thought she was trying to assert her dominance and warn other women, but perhaps he had truly misjudged her; Nicole just loved him too much.
"Hehehehe."
"Hahaha."
Suddenly, feeling the woman trembling slightly, Nicole clearly tried to suppress her laughter but couldn't hold it in.
"You did it on purpose!"
"Think what you want, hehehe."
"Indeed, the prettier the woman, the better she is at deceiving people. Alright, alright, so this is how you want to play, huh? It seems I must teach you a lesson."
"Bring it on."
Over an hour later, seeing Nicole deeply asleep, Eric covered her with a blanket and left.
It was only a little past 11 PM, not too late, so he should still make it.
Ten minutes later, Theron, who had been waiting, opened the door for him.
Time was tight, so Eric launched his attack immediately.
In just an hour, Theron was already weak and exhausted.
After a while of intimacy, the man said, "Darling, I can't stay the night here tonight. Mom is still waiting at home."
Theron hummed, "Go back quickly. Emily must be anxious waiting."
After another French kiss, Eric reluctantly left the house.
In the car, he took out medicinal wine and green juice, taking a big gulp. Half an hour later, he arrived at Gadot's apartment.
Gadot, who had been waiting for a long time, pounced on him.
Eric subtly scanned his surroundings, noticing that Bar Refaeli hadn't returned yet, likely still partying it up.
Younger actresses, especially, loved such social occasions where they could network and meet many big stars; she would definitely not miss it.
But this was perfect, suitable for him to find an excuse.
"Sorry, baby, I really wanted to come back earlier to be with you, but those people held me back. They were too enthusiastic, and I couldn't get away."
"I understand, Eric. Congratulations, you're the best!"
Gadot temporarily suppressed her doubts, knowing it wasn't the time to ask mood-killing questions.
They went into the bathroom for a couple's bath.
Over an hour later, the battle finally ended, and they called it a night.
Eric held Gadot and fell into a deep sleep, spending the night there, which he hoped would alleviate many of her suspicions.
As for the Olsen Sisters, he would comfort them tomorrow.