Chapter 18 – A Dream or the New Reality?
The Morning After the Unforgettable Night
Jacob Stewart slowly opened his eyes, feeling the morning sun stream through the giant windows of his suite in Milan's most luxurious hotel. The golden light softly illuminated the room, casting elegant shadows on the white silk sheets.
But it wasn't the sunlight that caught his attention.
It was the presence of the several stunning women around him.
Jacob blinked a few times, trying to process the situation.
To his left, lying on her stomach, her bare back exposed and her blonde hair tousled on the pillow, was Margot Robbie. Her breathing was light and tranquil.
To his right, nestled against his chest, wearing only a thin silk blouse that barely covered her golden skin, was Rihanna.
Further on, in the rumpled sheets, he saw Emily Ratajkowski, her flawless skin glowing in the sunlight.
Blake Lively slept near the headboard, her long legs intertwined in the sheets, and Dua Lipa was partially covered, her dark hair tangled against the pillow.
Jacob took a deep breath.
"My God…"
This was really happening.
He ran a hand over his face, trying to understand how he had gotten there. Just a year ago, he was sleeping on the streets of Los Angeles, penniless, hopeless. Now, he was lying in a huge bed, surrounded by some of the most desirable women in the world.
He closed his eyes for a moment, chuckling softly to himself.
"This is surreal."
Margot stirred beside him, opening her eyes slowly.
"Good morning, movie star," she murmured, her voice hoarse with sleep.
Jacob turned his head to look at her, still trying to decipher if this was a dream.
"Did this really happen?"
Margot smiled lazily and ran her hand across his chest.
"It did." And it was a lot of fun.
Rihanna stretched slowly and opened her eyes, observing Jacob with an intense and provocative gaze.
"You seem surprised," she said, her voice heavy with sensuality.
Jacob laughed and looked around.
"I think the right word is shocked."
Emily Ratajkowski yawned and turned to her side, resting her head on her arm.
"You need to get used to it, John Wick. Fame has some advantages."
Blake Lively, still half asleep, opened her eyes and smiled.
"And you seem to be enjoying all of them."
Dua Lipa laughed softly, tossing her hair back as she stretched.
"I'd say it was one of the best nights we've ever had."
Jacob ran a hand through his hair, still trying to digest the situation.
"I definitely wasn't expecting that."
Margot slid her fingers across his chest, tracing small circles.
"But did you like it?" Jacob looked at each of them, absorbing their expressions, their playful and seductive glances.
"How could I not like it?"
Rihanna laughed and moved closer, nibbling on his earlobe.
"Then maybe we should do it again."
Emily nodded.
"I agree."
Blake looked at the other women and smiled.
"And you know we're not the jealous type."
Jacob blinked, still not believing what he was hearing.
Dua Lipa ran her hand over the sheets and looked at him with an intense gaze.
"So… what do you think of this, Jacob?"
He took a deep breath and smiled.
"I think this is the best twist my life has ever had."
The women laughed, and Margot pulled him back into bed.
After all, the morning was just beginning.
Chapter 19 – Back Home
The Departure from Milan
Jacob Stewart stood on the balcony of his luxurious Milan hotel suite, gazing at the still-awakening city bathed in the golden light of dawn. The cool morning breeze made the white bedsheets flutter gently, revealing the female bodies still sleeping there.
He smiled. The previous night had been something he would never forget.
But now it was time to leave.
He picked up his cell phone and typed a quick message to Richard Calloway, his agent:
Jacob: I'm awake. I'm ready for the flight. See you in the lobby in 30 minutes.
He looked one last time at the Milan view before returning to the room.
In bed, Margot Robbie stirred, opening her eyes slowly.
"You're already awake?" her voice came out hoarse and sleepy.
Jacob smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Yes, I need to go to the airport soon."
Margot stretched out her arm and slid her fingers across his chest.
"Already?"
Emily Ratajkowski grumbled, still half asleep, and opened her eyes.
"That's not fair. You're going to abandon us already?"
Blake Lively stretched and looked at him with a smile.
"Want us to come with you? We could do a global tour of the Stewart Club."
The others laughed, and Rihanna, who was lying on the bed face down, murmured:
"He'll be back."
Jacob laughed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I'll be back. But now, Hollywood is calling me."
Dua Lipa picked up her phone and typed something before showing him the screen.
"Here, now you have all our numbers saved. Don't disappear."
He looked at the names in his contacts and smiled.
"I promise."
Margot pulled him in for one last kiss before he stood up.
"Go on, movie star. But don't forget about us."
Jacob grabbed his suitcase and took a deep breath before leaving the room, glancing back one more time.
The scene seemed like a dream.
But it was his new reality.
Jacob found Richard in the airport's VIP lounge, where the agent was reviewing emails while sipping an espresso.
When he saw Jacob approaching, Richard closed his laptop and smiled.
"How was the farewell?"
Jacob laughed, sitting down next to him.
"Unforgettable."
Richard shook his head and took a sip of his coffee.
"You realize what's happened these past few days, right?"
Jacob sighed and looked at the sky through the glass of the huge airport window.
"Yes. I left Italy not just as a rising actor, but as a major name in the fashion and media world."
Richard nodded.
"Exactly. You're not just 'that guy from John Wick' anymore. Now, you're a phenomenon. Your image is growing faster than anyone could have imagined."
Jacob looked at him seriously.
"And how do we maintain this?"
Richard smiled, pleased with the question.
"Working hard. But now, first, we go home."
The Flight to Los Angeles
Aboard the private jet, Jacob leaned back in his comfortable seat, feeling exhausted but fulfilled.
As he looked out the window, he reflected on everything that had happened.
A year ago, he was sleeping on the streets.
Now, he was on a private jet returning from Milan, after one of the most surreal weeks of his life.
He picked up his phone and opened Instagram.
He posted a discreet photo of the aerial view of Italy, with only the caption:
"Heading home. LA, here I come."
In less than a minute, thousands of likes started appearing, and the comments exploded.
@MargotRobbie: Already missing you. ❤️
@EmilyRatajkowski: Promise you won't disappear? 😉
@Rihanna: See you soon, baby. 😘
Jacob laughed and put his phone aside, closing his eyes for a moment.
The new phase of his life was just beginning.
And he was ready for whatever came his way.
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