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Chapter 248: candid shoot

At the Hyatt Regency Hotel in Los Angeles, an unassuming car slipped into the underground parking lot. Blake Lively, after glancing at the room number texted by Martin, stepped out of the vehicle and entered the dedicated elevator, which whisked her to the top floor.

The elevator doors split open, revealing Martin waiting with a smile.

As soon as she returned to Los Angeles from her travels, she couldn't wait to be here.

Blake, exuberant, shouted, "Ah—"

Like a cannonball, she lunged at Martin, nearly knocking him off his feet.

Martin caught her and scooped her into his arms, her excitement akin to that of a loyal puppy.

Blake, the doting partner, playfully nipped at Martin's face.

After closing the door behind them, Martin playfully swatted her toned behind and teased, "You bit in the wrong place!"

Blake released her playful bite and hopped off him, flashing her dazzling smile. "That's right. I intend to explore and savor every inch of you."

The adoration of the superstar had reached new heights.

Fans often wished for the male idol to lie flat on his back, giving rise to fantasies that could easily find a place in romance novels—a story that male idols and their adoring fans couldn't openly discuss.

Sherman Oaks, Martin's neighbor Jillian Flynn had a long day and was returning to the Coty community as dusk set in.

A car parked by the roadside had its window down, and Bruce called out, "I'm here."

Having received a call from Martin earlier in the day, Jillian hopped into the passenger seat and inquired, "Bruce, is this something you couldn't discuss over the phone?"

Bruce revealed, "I have some big news for you from Entertainment Weekly."

Jillian immediately remembered, "Isn't the next issue's cover featuring Martin and 'Wanted'?"

Bruce elaborated, "It's more than that. Martin and Blake Lively, the leading lady from ''The Sisterhood Of Traveling Pants,' are officially dating. It hasn't been disclosed yet. How about having the relevant news and photos appear in Entertainment Weekly?"

Jillian, who served as the deputy editor of the celebrity section, saw the potential in this. "I recall that Blake is one of the sixteen people Martin directly saved. Hero saving the beauty, beauty falling in love with the hero—it's a classic story. With some creative writing, the topic is bound to explode."

Bruce nodded, "The production team and Warner Bros. will coordinate with Entertainment Weekly. You could lend a hand in securing a prime spot."

The deal was sealed, and Jillian offered, "Consider it done. I'll keep a close eye on it. Need me to send a reporter for photo coverage?"

Bruce shook his head, "No, I'll provide the photos when the time is right."

"I'll eagerly await your big news," Jillian replied as she exited the car, heading straight home.

Bruce picked up his phone and made a call to Thomas before considering reaching out to Martin. Given Martin's no-nonsense demeanor, he decided to draft a text message instead.

After a brief wait, a message arrived in response.

Recognizing that Martin was preoccupied, Bruce headed to Venice, a satellite city of Los Angeles. Along the way, he called Khloe Kardashian, asking her to join him for a drink.

With Kim being busy in New York, Bruce found it easier to approach his sister this way, rather than as an assistant.

The following day, at noon, costume designers and stylists hired by the crew entered the suite to prepare Blake for the shoot.

Of course, Martin couldn't escape their attention either.

As the hairstylist worked on Blake's hair, she asked with concern, "You didn't have to pay for all this, did you?"

Martin assured her, "No, I didn't."

Blake lowered her voice, expressing her thoughtfulness, "If they tried to charge you, I'd have gone to Dad and asked his project team to reimburse you."

Martin playfully extended his hand, interlocking his finger with Blake's. "No one has cared for me like this in a long time."

Blake used her backhand to firmly clasp Martin's finger, tracing it gently with her fingernail. "You're not just my boyfriend; you're my idol."

Martin could only concede that Blake displayed the devotion typical of an enthusiastic fangirl. As for the more extreme variety of fangirls, it was best not to contemplate them—those Manson fans were something else.

Martin inquired, "Which script did your father acquire?"

"It's called 'Elvis and Annabelle,' a love story," Blake explained. "And my father is still negotiating another project with Warner Bros., although I don't have all the details. It's set in a New York campus and may become a series."

Martin nodded in agreement, "You're the perfect fit for that style right now."

With everyone dressed in carefully selected casual attire, designed to complement Martin and Blake's personal styles while highlighting their figures, the group of over a dozen people departed at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Blake hopped into Martin's Escalade, and Bruce followed in his own vehicle.

En route, Thomas called, urging, "Hurry up, there aren't many people around."

The Escalade reached the coast near Jeffrey's restaurant, parking in an open area.

The stylist quickly checked Martin and Blake's makeup and signaled to the cameraman, saying, "Let's begin."

Hand in hand, Martin and Blake strolled along the coastline towards the beach. Though dressed casually, their outfits were meticulously styled, showcasing their attractiveness for all to see.

The photographer meticulously arranged his camera but wasn't satisfied with the lighting. He called out, "Bring the sunshade!"

An assistant promptly retrieved the sunshade and positioned it alongside Martin and Blake, accompanying them as they strolled along the seaside.

Blake had mentally prepared herself, but this street photoshoot was a first for her, making her a tad nervous.

The photographer offered reassurance, "Blake, relax and be natural. You're just on a regular date with Martin."

Blake nodded and took a moment to regulate her breathing and pace.

Martin whispered softly, "Once we start shopping together, the number of photos taken will be tenfold. Get accustomed to it."

With a vigorous nod, Blake hooked her arm around Martin's neck, lifted her heels, and gave him a passionate kiss, playfully sticking out her tongue afterward.

She executed these actions effortlessly and naturally, her face and body radiating genuine happiness.

The assistant holding the sunshade couldn't help but feel like they were intruding, muttering expletives under their breath as they adjusted the angle to capture the couple's intimate moment.

The photographer faced the challenge of capturing photographs that were not only beautiful but also resembled candid street shots.

Following their passionate kiss, Martin took Blake's hand, and they continued to walk, sharing amusing stories from their time in Mexico.

Martin's stories had Blake in stitches, and if you disregarded the presence of the sunshade, it felt like an ordinary shopping trip.

Many striking "street photos" of celebrities and supermodels were achieved this way, often through collaboration with the media.

Martin and Blake reclined on the shore's railing, quietly savoring the sunset.

The cameraman had taken nearly a hundred photos, but only about ten would make the final cut.

Watching the sun sink below the horizon, Blake mused, "It would be lovely to watch both the sunrise and sunset together like this every day."

The expected response from Martin would be a declaration of eternal togetherness. However, as a principled individual, he replied, "Indeed, we must seize every beautiful moment."

Blake nodded in agreement, leaned in, and kissed Martin beneath the setting sun.

An eighteen-year-old girl was reveling in the beauty of love.

Martin pointed to the renowned Jeffrey's Restaurant in the distance and proposed, "I've made a dinner reservation there. Let's go."

For the sake of achieving the perfect street photo effect, Blake had eaten only a light breakfast and skipped lunch. Now, she was ravenous. She grabbed Martin's hand and declared, "I want a lavish meal."

Martin picked up the pace, and they climbed into the Escalade. He shouted, "Driver, let's go."

But Bruce remained composed, responding, "Just wait a moment. Let the photographer proceed first."

Martin and Blake had to bide their time for a few minutes.

The photographer hurried to the restaurant and secured a spot. Once ready, he phoned Bruce.

Bruce then pulled up at the restaurant.

The Escalade halted at the restaurant's entrance. From the moment Martin helped Blake out of the car to their entrance, holding hands, the photographer documented the entire sequence, capturing dozens of images.

Martin led Blake to the restaurant's western side, where they could enjoy the sunset and savor their meal.

Fans who were hopelessly devoted to Martin couldn't help but swoon as they watched the couple. It was as though they'd spirited the male idol away to admire the sea and sunset.

While Martin and Blake reveled in their experience, people outside continued on their way.

Bruce dialed Thomas's number and conveyed, "Thomas, tell them to speed up. Select the photos and send them to me by nine tonight. I'll forward them to Entertainment Weekly."

"I understand," Thomas acknowledged, busy at work, unable even to enjoy dinner. He called others to the business vehicle, urging, "Let's go. Back to the studio; there's more work to be done!"

The crew paid overtime, and the photographer had a meal. They quickly packed up their gear, hopped into the vehicle, and headed toward Burbank.

En route, Thomas ordered pizza and arranged for it to be delivered directly to Warner Studios. He knew he'd have to work overtime, meticulously reviewing all the selected photos before he could rest easy.

At half-past eight, Bruce dropped Martin and Blake back at the Hyatt Regency Hotel. After a brief wait at the hotel's entrance, Thomas pulled up in his car.

The two met with Gillian Flynn, whom they'd arranged to meet at the hotel café.

Gillian had received the photos and, having returned home, had spent the night pouring over them and crafting the accompanying text—a testament to her passion for writing novels.

The new issue of "Entertainment Weekly" hit the stands. The cover featured Martin's appearance in "Wanted," while inside, a striking image showed Martin and Blake interlocking fingers and enjoying the sunset together.

"After being rescued by Martin Davis, Blake Lively chooses to fall in love with her hero!"

Simultaneously, Martin's blog featured pictures of him and Blake comparing their hearts.

Bruce privately shared some photos he'd taken of Martin and Blake with Jody and other paparazzi.

The gossip media also followed suit.

"Martin and Blake: The World's Sweethearts."

"Blake Lively declares Martin as her idol, her hero, and her heartthrob—and now, her beloved!"

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