Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

Dinner time.

Martin took the two ravenous girls out for seafood.

Shakira couldn't cook; when her parents were away, her three daily meals were usually handled at restaurants. Vanessa could, but Shakira's fridge was bare.

Martin waved it off. "Let's go—seafood it is. Boyfriend's treat."

In the car, Shakira alternated between gazing sweetly at Martin driving and glancing at Vanessa beside her, her expression complicated.

Vanessa, chattering with Martin about the best seafood spots in Madrid, seemed utterly unbothered by what had just happened.

Shakira finally cracked. "Wait, Vanessa, about what just went down—you don't have anything to say?"

Vanessa blinked. "What? Oh, I get it. Martin's amazing, right? Your stamina's unreal."

Shakira nodded. "Yeah, that was… unprecedented bliss—wait, no, that's not what I meant! I'm talking about you and Martin… rolling around, and us… together…"

She trailed off, face burning.

Vanessa giggled. "What's there to say? I've always known Martin has lots of girlfriends. But so what? I never expected to have him all to myself. And not caring about his other women? Pathetic, maybe, but that's how I feel!"

"No, darling Vanessa, you're not pathetic at all. I'm the one who wronged you both—I can't let go of either of you," Martin said from the front.

Greedy bastard, Shakira cursed inwardly, yet oddly, she felt no jealousy toward Vanessa, only shock at the events. I'm not this magnanimous… am I?

Shakira spiraled into self-doubt.

…

The next day, photos of Martin, Vanessa, and Shakira dining out surfaced.

"Reports say oil titan and international star Martin Meyers dined with Latin queen Shakira and Italian actress Vanessa at BRAVO.MURILLO last night. Afterward, the trio returned to Shakira's villa in the Salamanca district and haven't emerged. Curious: what are they up to?"

The story exploded across Spain and Europe. Many speculated a threesome. Shakira's diehard fans insisted she was just hosting friends overnight.

Martin and Vanessa were an item—videos of their PDA at the Bernabéu were everywhere.

Online, Europeans bickered:

"No way it's just hosting. If Martin and Vanessa are dating and Shakira's a friend, they'd hit a hotel—that's etiquette."

"Etiquette? If they're close friends, who cares?"

"Yeah, super close—close enough to share a bed."

"Upstairs, don't slander my goddess! Shakira's not like that."

"Upstairs, she just hadn't met Martin yet."

"Damn, I'm so jealous of Martin's playboy life. Every guy envies that kind of luck!"

"Shut it, you creeps—stop with the dirty thoughts."

"Love between men and women—how's that dirty? Why shame it?"

"But it's one guy, two girls!!!"

"So what? In the animal kingdom, lions, wolves, monkeys—the strongest get multiple mates. It's natural law. Humans use morals and laws to defy our genes—that's anti-human, anti-nature!!!"

While Europe boiled, American netizens munched popcorn calmly. We're used to it.

They'd been shocked once, but after years of similar headlines, their reactions stabilized. Europeans, you're so naive!

Martin's estate housed four, five, six, seven, eight women year-round!!!

After six indulgent days in Spain with Vanessa and Shakira, Martin was summoned back to the U.S. by a phone call.

Cameron Diaz was pregnant.

Over a month along, due in October 2013.

…

In Martin's estate, Cameron Diaz lounged on the sofa in a loose dress, one hand happily caressing her belly.

Nicole, holding Connor, shared pregnancy tips.

Footsteps thundered. Drew Barrymore burst in, flinging her LV bag aside, and enveloped Cameron in a bear hug.

"I can't believe it—my best friend's pregnant with my boyfriend's baby. Wait, that sounds weird. Whatever, I'm claiming godmother duties for this kid."

Nicole shot her a look—not for "godmother," but Drew's phrasing. Yeah, weird.

"Easy, easy—there's a baby in here," Cameron gasped.

Drew loosened her grip, reverting to her rogue self: "What baby? It's just an embryo!"

Cameron swatted playfully. "Screw you—you're the embryo."

Nicole, experienced, piled on with a laugh. "Not even an embryo—just a freshly fertilized egg."

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

Drew and Nicole cracked up.

"What's so funny?" Martin's voice came from the doorway.

At the sound, Cameron leapt up, throwing herself into Martin's arms, pouting. "Darling, they're bullying me."

Drew smirked. "She complained I hugged too hard—now look, she's squeezing you tighter."

Martin hoisted Cameron's plump rear. "Who dares bully my little POPO? Hmm? Tonight, we'll punish them—spank their ass."

"Yeah, spank 'em hard!" Cameron chimed in.