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Wednesday was spent with us four on yet another date. We were out the whole day. The groceries we brought in the morning weren't used. We first planned to stay inside watching movies and eating, cuddling on the couch and talking but that changed when Louis wanted ice cream. We all went together, Edward Marcel and I arguing about whose car to take while Louis laughed at us.

We are so whipped already, it's happening too fast.

After getting ice cream we went to the park nearby and sat in front of the fountain. We kinda lost track of time and spent few hours there, just talking and watching people. We played that game where you make stories about people you see.

One lady was talking furiously on the phone to the unlucky person on the other side of the line. "She looks like such a Karen," Louis commented. There was no need to think of the story, it was just that — she's Karen.

Two boys were walking a dog and taking. The story was: one with the dog is shyer than the other who was oblivious to the shy boy crush on him. The shy boy was blushing every time the other looked at him.

One man was dressed in expensive clothes and was reading something in his binder. Rising businessman, not arrogant — yet. And very unfortunate because he crashed with the Karen.

Then, we went driving with no destination and found ourselves at some random vineyard and wine tasting. They let us have wine even though we weren't invited because they knew who we are. Let's face it, almost everyone knows of us.

"Whatcha thinking about?" the voice of my brother pulls me from my thoughts.

"About our rendezvous yesterday."

"Ah, yes. It was phenomenal. Even though you got tipsy and tried to snog me," Marcel laughs.

"Ha. Ha. Ha," I say unamused.

"Don't forget I have a video of that and I'm not afraid to use it," Edward seriously says.

"So you'd blackmail me?"

"I already did."

"Who's going to be a partner for the photoshoot with Louis?" Marcel claps his hands as he asks us.

"I was promised I could on Monday," Edward mumbles, setting aside the papers he read and removing his reading glasses.

"Maybe you could wear that glasses, let's bring something new to the magazine."

"Why don't your models wear glasses if they need them?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Because of the reflection of lights, mostly. Sometimes they just don't want them to be on the pictures," he shrugs. (When we had to be photographed for the school yearbook, I was the only one from the class told to remove glasses and idk why XD)

"So most of them —"

"Remove them for that, yes."

"Let's go," Edward impatiently says, standing up and walking away.

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"I was thinking we use the leash today, to show the dominant and submissive, master and slave relationship. Louis, you comfortable with wearing a bunny outfit?"

"Yes, Marc."

"Edward —"

"Yes."

"I didn't even ask," Marcel scowls.

"You don't have to."

"I've put the outfits in these bags," I say as I carry and give them to the two. "You can go change and we'll set up cameras and lights."

"Great."

LOUIS' OUTFIT

EDWARD'S OUTFIT

"You two look hot," I say, my mouth opening and closing against my will. I can't process what I'm seeing.

"That's an understatement," Marcel whispers but I hear it and, by Louis' giggle and Edward's smirk, they hear it also. He clears his throat. "Edward, sit on the chair. Louis, on the cushion on his right side."

Edward sits on the chair, leaning on the back, his legs open. He looks like a crime boss who just came to an important meeting uninvited and doesn't give a shit he wasn't invited.

Louis looks like an innocent prince with a naughty side who just won everything he wanted. He gives Edward a whip and a leash so he can catch it to the collar.

They settle like that, whip in Edward's left hand and leash in his right, Louis leaning his head on Edward's leg.

Marcel and I snap photos, not even needing to tell them the poses. Some are with Edward's hand tugging at Louis' hair so they're looking at each other, on some they're a bit apart and Edward is pulling the leash toward him.

I don't even know how long we acted like professionals and when the job turned into fun. We are laughing, teasing each other with and especially Louis with tugging at the leash and his hair. He loves his hair being pulled.

"You coming to our house after or...?" I ask.

"Why not?"

"You know, you could just get your stuff from the hotel. We'd save gas and less polluted the air."

"What a discreet way to ask me—"

"It wasn't my intention," I lie.

"Sure," all three say and give me knowing looks. I was always liking and falling in love with the person the fastest.

"I'll get my stuff, I'm spending every night at yours anyway so what's the point?"

"I'll take you then," I say. "Marcel has company work, boring, and Edward has...something."

"You're not working very much."

"My guys take care of most events, I make deals but they overlook them when I make the plans."

"Cool."

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It is now Friday and Louis will have his last photoshoot for Playbunnies Italy. For now. He'll be working with our star models, female and male. We do have more male models here but there are a few girls and non-binary people working also.

Our models for today's photoshoot are Louis, Niall, Bebe, Taylor, Shawn, Justin, Lizzo and J-Hope.

They're dressed in rainbow colours and black, of course, leather material. Louis is looking... Wow. He got dark green colour.

And also our photographer is doing this one since it's a group. I only want to photograph Louis. The other love him and his enthusiasm, he seems to like them as friends. I wonder if any of their friendships will last.

Our photographer Luigi is quick but efficient and in no time, they're done taking pictures.

Louis goes to change and then comes to hug me. I put my arm around him and we walk out, saying goodbye to people in the room. "Oh, and Marcel said to let him know when you send photos to Damiano, Luigi."

"Yes, yes," he dismisses me while going through photos. "Bellissimo. Come può qualcuno essere così perfetto? Bellissimo ragazzo Louis," he mumbles. (Beautiful. How can someone be so perfect? Because boy Louis.)

"Yes, he's perfect and beautiful. But don't you think you have any chance," I joke. Luigi is 30 years old but he doesn't look like it. He looks like he's in his 20s.

"I was thinking..." Louis begins. "Since the boss in London said it was okay for me to stay here a week more, can we go to the beach?"

"Duuh. We can go on our private one so we don't have to wear swimsuits," I whisper in his ear and he giggles, nodding his head.

"Can't wait."

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