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Louis nods, commenting how we are gentlemen as we slightly bow at his when he's going in the car. We enter after him, I close the door.

"Where are we going?"

"Le petite Mila."

"No," he blurts out, confusing us. "It's too expensive."

"Love, we're multimillionaires. We have money."

"I do also have money that I saved from sugar daddies but you don't see me paying over 150 US dollars for a meal."

"Honey, relax," Marcel says. "We would give million dollars away if it would be for you."

"You don't even know me," Louis frowns.

"We know everything that is in your file. We're obliged to read our employees files, even when they come here to shoot one time. They're still transferring for that time to our branch office," Marcel says. "We know what you share in interviews about your life. We're your big fans, we've following you and your career since you started."

"Don't you think that sounds creepy, brother?" I ask.

"No, no," Louis says. "It's very flattering to know you've heard for me and have been up to date with me. I mean, look at you. You're everyone's dream guys and boring plain me caught your eyes. It's... Amazing."

"Why do you put yourself down so much? You have nothing to be ashamed of. No one does. It's just people being stupid and judgmental," I say. Louis smiles, accepting my words.

"Will you order for me?"

"Of course, little one."

"Tell me about yourselves. We can chat while we're in the car," Louis.

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything you're willing to tell that's true."

"We're 27 years old. Edward is the oldest, older by few minutes from me and I'm older than Marcel by 5 minutes. I'm an organizer and PR, I have a company that deals with celebrities and new rising stars. We book venues, arenas, pretty much everything. We deal with the public, for singers we make sure to hint about who is the song supposed to be even though it may not be true. Stuff like that. That's how I got us reservation so fast, the owners are my clients."

"I'm the youngest, obviously," Marcel starts. "My name is on the contracts and papers for the Playbunnies branch here and I'm part owner of the whole Playbunnies because our father was a co-founder. I expressed the wish to be CEO and I got it."

"I'm not telling you yet what I do," Edward says after a minute of silence and us looking at him. "But I'll tell you we had a boyfriend when we were teens. All of us together. And I'll tell you I'm very protective and possessive and demanding so you'll have to deal with me a lot. I might hurt you unintentionally and I apologize for it in advance," he finishes and looks out of the window.

"Edward!" Marcel hisses out.

"He has to know who he is dealing with."

"Then tell him what you do."

"It's too early for him to know," Edward dismisses him with a wave of his hand.

"I apologize for my brother's manners," I say to Louis. He looks surprisingly relaxed and not hurt by Edward's words.

"It's okay. I didn't expect you'll just open up to me and spill your secrets, as I won't mine," he smiles.

The car stops a few minutes later, they were spent in comfortable silence. I'm closest to the door so I open it for my dates instead of letting the driver open it for all of us. I let my brothers out and then give my hand to Louis so he can pull himself out easier. He thanks me and then Edward is leading us inside.

The guys are trying too hard to impress me, I'm already mesmerised by them.

We are in the restaurant for about half an hour already and they can't stop telling me what they accomplished in their lives, from kindergarten to now. They make sure to hint they will spoil me if or when we get together. I have enough money from my job plus my sugar daddies but they look so happy when they talk about what clothes would be perfect for me and which countries they think I'd like.

"If you like tanning and clear sea, Bora bora or Canary islands are the perfect destinations."

"The sea there might be clear near the beach but it isn't when you go further from the beach," I say. "There is much carbage that the humans threw in the water that comes on the shores. Do you know how many animals are hurt and death because of plastic bags, for example?"

"You care about that?" Marcel asks.

"You don't?" I shot back, feeling my anger rise. I don't want to be with them if they don't care.

"No! I mean, yes! We do care, we recycle and sometimes go to the gathering where people clean the shores and water. We have partners in the movements for environmental protection. I just didn't think you'd be like that."

"Of course I'm like that. I also volunteer when I can and I donate money to the associations," I let out a relieved sigh. "I was thinking about how I would say I don't want to see you anymore if you don't care about nature."

"We do, don't worry," Harry smiles.

"You know," I start and pause to take a bite of my meal. "I also love reading—"

"There's an awesome little bookstore near your hotel, they have almost everything you want."

"Why, thank you, Marcel," I say, making him blush. "Wow, you're blushing."

"N—no, I'm not," he stutters, turning his head away from me. Edward and Harry laugh and I can't help but join them. Marcel pouts but I see a smile breaking on his face.

We continue talking and it's bliss. They are fun to be around — if they like you. If not, then they're cold towards you. The poor waiter had to learn on his own that. I knew how they can be, I've seen that side when they ordered Zayn and Liam out of the room earlier today.

The waiter, Tim according to his name tag, comes to collect our dishes and ask what we want for dessert — in Italian but Harry translated it to me.

"I'll have a chocolate mousse," Edward says in his usual monotone voice that comes out when someone he doesn't know or doesn't like shows. (A/N: my favourite, along with Icy Wind cake)

"I'll have something with strawberries," Marcel says.

"Vanilla packet," Harry.

I look over the menu I don't even know to read since it's in Italian. I don't want them to order something for me again, I don't want to feel useless.

"Surprise me," I say to John and give him the menu. He smirks.

"Oh, I can definitely surprise you with a desert," he says in English, licks his lips and bit the lower one, winking at me.

My eyes widen. He did not just do that in front of the triplets.

"What the fuck did you say?" Edward hisses out. The other two are sending Tim glares and are sitting on the edge of the chairs, ready to pounce at him if needed. "Che cazzo hai detto?" he repeats in Italian, at least I think he does. Tim's eyes widen and he freezes.

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