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"Che cazzo hai detto?!" now it's Harry and Marcel who says it. I sink back in the chair, not wanting to get in the crossfire if it comes to the fight. (What the fuck did you say?!)

"Scusa, ho pensato -" (Sorry, I thought -)

"Hai pensato male!" Edward yells. Luckily there aren't many people in the restaurant so the scene they're causing doesn't play out in front of a large audience. (You thought wrong!)

"I'm sorry, sir," he says to me in English, bowing a bit and then practically running away. Edward is still mad, his face is red and the vein on his neck is visible.

He looks like he's reconsidering about going after Tim and beating him or staying here. In the end, he relaxes, taking a sip of the wine. Mind you, the bottle was over 200 bucks. Like, why?

"I'm sorry for my behaviour," Edward apologize. The other two nod in agreement, sending me an apologizing look.

"It's okay. You didn't scare me or anything, I was more scared for the boy. He looked like he will faint or pee himself when all three of you went all macho on him."

"He can't talk like that to you."

"We're not yet in a relationship."

"We're on a date," Marcel frowns.

"Oh gosh, I'm kidding Marc," I chuckle. "I'd tell him to fuck off if you didn't. I already have my interest in someone. Multiple persons, if that isn't clear," I wink at them.

We continue to have a small chat until the waiter comes with our desserts. I share with them that I have a dog back in London and that he's staying with my best friend Sophia. They say they had a dog when they were kids but he got hit by a car. Poor them, I don't know how I'd cope with the loss at such young age.

"Here you go," Tim says as he puts the desserts down. "I'm sorry for before. It wasn't my intention to start a fight."

"It's okay," I assure him.

"Next time don't assume, ask or walk away," Edward states.

"Will do, sir. Enjoy the desserts," he says and walks away.

We start eating and I moan at the taste of this... Whatever this is. "It tastes so good! We have to come back here!" I exclaim to them, going back to earing this awesome dessert. I can feel their gaze on me and I look up for a brief second. They're not eating, they are watching me with adoration in their eyes. "What?"

"You're so precious," Harry says and then starts to eat. I got a stick from chocolate and vanilla with the dessert, a long one. The devilish plan forms in my mind and I smirk.

"Why are you smirking?" Marcel asks.

"Nothing," I say calmly, putting the chocolate stick in my mouth. I push it as deep as I can, feeling it almost touch the back. As I'm doing that, I make eye contact with Marcel. I see him gulp and look down. One of the triplets clears his throat so I look at the other two.

I pull the stick out, swirling my tongue around the tip and then putting it back in my mouth. Edward and Harry are watching me closely as the movements of me licking the chocolate stick are, in a way, visible. Marcel joins his brother in looking at me.

I pull it back out and put it on the plate, taking a glass of wine and taking a sip of it. I clear my throat, touching my neck with one hand. "Sore," I say, taking the stick again but this time eating it. I see them wince at that and almost laugh.

I bet they were fantasizing about putting their dicks in my mouth instead of that stick. And then I bite it and the fantasy was ruined. Whatever, all they need to do is ask me to suck them, I'll go on my knees any time any day for them.

"Are you hard?" I ask them. They mumble something and go back to eating. I smile at them. It's fascinating how fast they go from a sweet mood to a protective mood.

The tension went away pretty soon. We are laughing at Harry's bad joke when a girl come to our table. "Excuse me, sirs. Were closing in 15 minutes."

"We planned to go now anyway. Thank you," Marcel smiles at her. On her name tag is written a name Lydia and above it is written 'manager'.

She nods and thank us before leaving. Edward insists on paying for all of us and he wins with some fight. He proceeds to get up, adjusting his pants a little and going to the pay desk. My eyes widen as I realize they're still hard. Well, at least Edward is. I bit my lip, thinking about how I'd go under a table and suck them if we were in a booth or if were alone in the restaurant.

"I'll call David to come to get us with the limo, Marcus is off the job already. It's after 21," Marcel announce to us. He pulls his phone out and types a message.

"We are going with the limo to my hotel?"

Harry nods. "Excited?"

"Hell yeah! I never drove in a limo before. Does it have a minifridge with wine and tonics? Mini TV? That screen that separates a driver and you?"

They chuckle at my enthusiasm. "Yes, no, yes."

"And it's soundproof when the window is closed," Harry winks at me. I smirk, knowing what I'll do to them.

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We are driving in the beautiful shiny black limo. I don't know if I should go on with my plan or not. The restaurant isn't far from the hotel I'm staying at.

"Louis," Edward calls my name. "Are you comfortable enough to go to our mansion? It would save us time."

This feels like an excuse to be with me longer. But I don't tell him that. "Sure. How far is it?" I ask as I glance at the black window separating us and the driver. It's closed.

"Around 20 minutes or so. Why?"

"Great, so I can do this," I say to him and got on my knees in front of him. He looks at me with shock on his face, stopping breathing for a few seconds. I'm fidgeting with the zipper on his pants until I manage to pull it down and spread the parts apart, freeing his bulge in his boxers.

- the rest can be found in 'Explict scenes'-

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