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*Chapter 175: Brazilian Supermodels*
🕑 Added 2025-05-14 17:20:42 +0000 UTCNo question about it, Gisele Bündchen was the brightest star at the party—outshining even some of the Hollywood actresses there.
Last year, she walked the Victoria’s Secret runway and snagged Model of the Year. This year, she landed a contract with the lingerie giant, cementing her status as a world-class supermodel.
But the two friends she brought along? Just as dazzling.
They were her fellow Brazilians and Victoria’s Secret signees: Adriana Lima and Alessandra Ambrosio.
These three tall, stunning, devilishly gorgeous Brazilian supermodels were hands-down the most eye-catching girls at the party tonight.
Gisele Bündchen was off-limits—no one even dared to think twice. She was Leonardo DiCaprio’s girlfriend, the host of this mansion bash. Any guy with half a brain knew better than to try anything.
Even Dunn kept it respectful, playing it cool around her.
But the other two Brazilian beauties? Oh, that got everyone’s minds racing.
Lingerie models, barely out of their teens, just starting their careers in the U.S.—it felt like any guy there had a shot at winning them over.
That is, until one person showed up and shut it all down.
Dunn Walker!
Most of the guests were Leonardo’s buddies—actors, mainly—who didn’t know Dunn all that well.
But who’d dare compete with him for a girl?
Forget his clout in Hollywood, which they couldn’t touch or tangle with. Just Leonardo’s loyalty alone was enough to scare them off.
Everyone knew if Leonardo had to pick sides, he’d choose Dunn every time.
Flirting now wouldn’t just piss off Dunn—it could torch their friendship with Leonardo too.
So there they were, every guy in the room with bloodshot eyes, staring daggers at Dunn’s back.
All they cared about was one thing: which one had Dunn set his sights on?
Adriana Lima or Alessandra Ambrosio?
Whichever one he didn’t pick, they’d all scramble for!
The party hummed along in a warm, friendly vibe—guests clinking glasses, chatting, and laughing.
But the guys? They were half-focused, keeping one eye on Dunn and those two Brazilian supermodels.
Five minutes later, they saw Dunn flash a smile, slip an arm around Alessandra Ambrosio’s slim waist, and start chatting her up. They looked happy, relaxed.
Ambrosio nestled close to him, pulling funny faces now and then. She was lively, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Guillaume Canet, a famous French actor—young, handsome, oozing that classic French charm—was there too.
After British director Danny Boyle’s hit movie raked in big box office bucks, 20th Century Fox tapped him for another project. Leonardo starred as the lead, and Guillaume played the second male role.
Guillaume was thrilled to score an invite to Leonardo’s private party—especially when he spotted those three Brazilian supermodels.
Gisele was Leonardo’s girl, untouchable. Ambrosio was Dunn’s pick, also off-limits. That left just one: Adriana Lima!
Guillaume was good-looking, with that romantic, brooding French vibe—artsy, soulful, the kind of guy girls swooned over.
Sure, plenty of guys at the party wanted to chat up Miss Lima, but he was confident he could outshine them all and win her over.
And sure enough, after a few guys struck out with Adriana’s cool, unbothered attitude, Guillaume straightened his jacket, flashed a magnetic smile, puffed out his chest, and strode over with steady, confident steps.
“Hey, mind if I introduce myself?” he said, his English tinged with a lazy Mediterranean drawl.
Adriana’s eyes lit up. “Adriana—Adriana Lima, from Brazil.”
Guillaume grinned confidently. “Hey there, Miss Lima. I’m Guillaume Canet, a French actor. I’ve snagged a bunch of Best Actor awards in Paris, Rome, Cabourg—you name it.”
Adriana let out an exaggerated gasp. “Wow, you must be an amazing actor!”
“Thanks! Last year, I came to Hollywood and did a movie with Leonardo—I was the second lead. It came out in February. Did you catch it?” He looked at her, hopeful.
“Uh, yeah! We watched it with Gisele. You were the second lead? Oh, wait—that was you!”
Adriana fumbled a bit, embarrassed. She hadn’t recognized him. The movie mostly focused on Leonardo and the two actresses—his role didn’t exactly stand out.
Guillaume brushed it off, ever the gentleman. He gestured smoothly. “There’s a balcony over there with a view of the zoo behind the mansion. It’s pretty cool—wanna check it out?”
Adriana hesitated. But his eyes had this captivating pull, almost hypnotic. She didn’t overthink it, just smiled faintly. “Sure…”
Before she could finish, a man’s voice cut in. “Miss Lima, got a sec to chat?”
Guillaume’s chest tightened with frustration. He’d invited her to the balcony to dodge all these interruptions, hoping to lock in some one-on-one time with this Brazilian beauty.
But now, at the worst possible moment, some clueless guy barged in. Didn’t he know how this worked—first come, first served?
“No way!” Guillaume snapped, annoyed. But when he turned to look, he froze. His jaw dropped like he’d swallowed a rock, stunned beyond words.
It was Dunn Walker!
And…
He had Alessandra Ambrosio tucked under his arm!
“M-Mr. Walker, I—I—” Guillaume stammered, more terrified than flustered.
Dunn glanced at him and looked right through him.
The guy seemed vaguely familiar, but Dunn couldn’t place him. Probably some minor actor—not worth his attention.
Ambrosio giggled at Adriana. “Adriana, what’s up? Dunn’s talking to you!”
Adriana snapped out of it, her face flushing red. “Director Walker—I… I can’t believe it’s you! I’m so excited! I’m, like, your biggest fan ever! I’ve watched every single one of your movies at least three times!”
Dunn chuckled. “Thanks! Just call me Dunn—I’m just a regular guy. No need to be nervous.”
“No way, you’re not regular—you’re my ultimate idol!” Adriana gushed, not holding back her admiration.
Guillaume stood there, dumbfounded.
He’d just poured on all the charm he had, and she’d barely batted an eye. But Dunn? He strolls in, says a couple casual words, and she’s losing her mind over him.
And to top it off, he’s got Ambrosio—a total knockout—already hanging off his arm!
What was Adriana’s deal? Didn’t she care?
Guillaume’s mouth went dry.
He wanted to cry but couldn’t.
Dunn’s reputation? Everyone in the industry knew it.
That look in his eyes, that smile—his intentions were crystal clear to anyone paying attention.
…
Not far off, Gisele Bündchen was arm-in-arm with Leonardo, a glass of red wine in hand, mingling with the guests and thanking them for coming.
But she hadn’t forgotten her two friends.
Adriana Lima and Alessandra Ambrosio.
When she saw Ambrosio cozied up with Dunn, Gisele actually felt pretty good about it.
Sure, she knew Dunn had a girlfriend—Natalie Portman—but this was showbiz. Who cared?
Maybe Ambrosio could even steal Natalie’s spot.
Dunn was a big deal—real power, status, and money.
Plus, he was Leonardo’s close friend.
Gisele was dating Leonardo, so if her bestie Ambrosio hooked up with Dunn, it’d tighten their little circle even more. Win-win, right?
But then she saw Dunn, still holding Ambrosio, heading toward Adriana. Her face dropped.
Dunn’s reputation? Yeah, everyone got it.
With his status, power, and wealth, chatting up Adriana Lima just to “be friends”? No one was buying that.
Friends need something in common—shared interests, work, status, whatever.
Dunn and Adriana? They had zero overlap!
His goal was obvious.
“Is Hollywood… always like this?” Gisele muttered, nodding toward Dunn as she whispered to Leonardo.
Leonardo glanced over. “What’s up?”
“What’s up?” Gisele huffed. “Dunn’s hitting on my girls!”
“Eh, no big deal,” Leonardo said, rolling his eyes. “Guys and girls hooking up—it’s normal.”
He and Dunn were tight. Back in the day, when Leonardo threw his wild “bang parties,” Dunn was always there. Out of a dozen or twenty gorgeous girls, Dunn never overdid it or settled for one—he always picked two. “Good things come in pairs,” he’d say.
Leonardo, though? He went big—sometimes four, sometimes six. And get this: he didn’t even stick to the bedroom!
He’d take his crew to the zoo out back.
There was a big cage with a male and female gorilla, and Leonardo would “perform” with his girls right outside it—raw, primal stuff.
Sometimes the gorillas would mimic them, and he’d crack up, getting even more into it.
So Dunn’s moves tonight? To Leonardo, it was standard, boring, nothing new.
“But…” Gisele couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.
Leonardo patted her arm. “Relax, it’s their call. If they’re into it, you can’t exactly stop them, right?”
“No… really?” Gisele blinked, skeptical.
Leonardo smirked. “Really? Sweetheart, this isn’t New York. This is L.A.—Hollywood! And… his name’s Dunn!”
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