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I made the mistake of pointing the three boys out to my sister once at the gym when she had first read my book. I only agreed to point them out as long as she was sworn to secrecy and silence, never to confront them about it, and never to tell anyone else. I really never wanted my creepiness to get back to them. That would be literally traumatizing.
“I overheard them talking about this place earlier in the week. They were talking about how Thursdays were their favorite night here because of the live DJ. I figured it was the best way for you to get your opening with them, and finally introduce yourself. If nothing else, I figured we would get drunk and dance while you ogle them,” she says with a shrug and a smile that’s all teeth and drips with loving manipulation.
Jesus, I don’t want an opening with them. Ican’thave one. It would be too weird now.
But I guess she’s right about one thing; they are absolutely fun to ogle. My nipples and my pussy are fully on board with that idea.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Fuck,Ican’tjustgo talk to them, you guys. What the hell would I even say?” I ask as I sink a little further into my chair.
Look, I’m a confident ass woman. I am a boss-ass bitch. I take shit from no one. The days of hiding and simpering from a man ended when I walked out of my father’s house.
How-the-fuck-ever...
The three men leaning against the bar as if they are posing for a goddamned GQ shoot? Those are not the kind of men that one simply just approaches and lives to tell the tale. I would literally fucking wither and die if after all this time they are assholes and tell me to get lost. It would genuinely ruin the fictional personalities that I’ve created for them.
In my mind, they are domineering, demanding, kinky and rough around the edges. But they are also sweet, funny, and protective alpha males who like to shower their woman with unlimited orgasms. What and the fuck would I do if they are just straight-up douchecanoes?
“You don’t have to talk to them!” Lily shouts as she tosses back the remainder of her drink, and then Poppy’s, and then mine.
“What the fuck! I wasn’t done with that!” Poppy screeches as she slaps Lily’s shoulder.
“Sure you were, and now we need refills. Off you go, bitch,” Lily laughs as she shoves me out of the tall chair. I stumble but luckily correct my balance before faceplanting. I glare at the manipulative hussy, planting my hands on my hips. “Look, Vi, you’re hot as hell. You’re a badass bitch. You can do this. Just walk over there, order us another round, and smile. That’s literally all you have to do.”
“Fuck! Fine!” I shout, throwing my hands up in defeat.
I straighten my dress out, adjust the girls and stand tall. I am a hot as hell woman and I can do this shit. I turn on my heel and muster every ounce of feminine power that I possess.You can do this, Violet, they are just men.Men who are all watching me walk toward them with rapt attention.
It’s okay, they probably just recognize you from the gym. Calm down, bitch.
I lock eyes with the man standing in the middle. He’s always in the middle of their pack. It’s like he’s the leader of this little group or something. The man is stunning, there’s no doubt about it. All three of them are. There’s a reason why I chose them as the inspiration for my book.
Mario, as I’ve dubbed him in my book, is hot as fuck. From the first moment I saw him, I mentally started calling him Mario because he looks like a tall, buff, Mariano Di Vaio. He’s at least 6′3, built, broad shoulders, bulging biceps, thick thighs. I assume that he’s of Italian descent. He’s got this year-round deep golden tan that makes my mouth water. He looks like he’s covered in caramel and I want to lick him.
Mario, has black hair that’s full, thick, and always messy like he’s constantly running his fingers through it. His black full brows stand out on his face and though I’ve never been close enough to really look at his eyes, I can tell they are likely light brown. His jaw is strong, sharp, and always covered in days worth of stubble. He has the most beautiful cupids bow I’ve ever seen on a man. His lips are a pinker version of his skin color and full. When he smiles and laughs with his friends, his perfect white smile catches my eye, even from across the room.
He often works out in just a tank top and basketball shorts and from what I’ve seen, his beautiful skin is free from tattoos. Besides the two hoops he always wears in his ears, I’ve never seen any other piercings on him. But, I’ve obviously never seen him naked. There are lots of places hecouldhide tats and piercings. My mouth salivates at the thought.
I drag my eyes away from the tan god whose yet to break eye contact with me and look over at the man standing on his right side. This man, he’s a fuckingsnack.Where Mario is all golden and hard lines, almost intimidating looking, Rook is his opposite. He’s the lightest skinned of their group but it’s hard to tell given that the majority of his body is covered in tattoos.
I named him Rook because to me, he’s almost identical to Brook Dede, that sexy as fuck model that’s tatted, tall, and edible as hell. Rook is a bit shorter than Mario and not nearly as wide, but he’s all long, lean muscle. Unlike his model namesake, Rook has red hair that’s shaved fully on one side and long everywhere else, haphazardly tossed to the side. The shaved side has a tattoo along his scalp that I’m dying to investigate more closely.
I’ve seen him at the gym shirtless, so I know his tattoos cover his entire chest, arms, and back. They even stretch down to his hands and up to his throat. I want to fuckinglickevery single one.
The first time he and I ever locked eyes, I was almost knocked on my ass by the bright baby blues he has. Even hidden behind his glasses, they still pop. His face is always shaved completely and his light skin looks so soft. His lips are puffy, pink, and pierced. He has snakebites that are adorned with small diamond studs.
I’m surprised when I find Rook already staring at me, just like Mario. He’s looking at me like he’s fuckingstarving. Rook bites his lip, sucking one of his studs into his mouth, and I almost fucking trip over my heels.
I continue pushing my way through the crowd and tear my eyes away from the tattooed man-candy who is looking at me like he’s going to have me for fucking dinner. I bring my gaze to the last man of the sexiest trio I’ve ever seen.Zander. Fuccckk.
Zander was hard to place. After seeing the men for the first time, I easily determined Rook and Mario’s real-life twins. But Zander was more difficult. He has such an interesting look that it took some research to find anyone who embodied him physically. Until I stumbled upon Alessandro Dellisola,bing-fucking-o.In my book, I named his character Zander, from the American translation of Alessandro, Alexander. Hence, Zander. He’s so fucking delicious.
His skin color is similar to the panty-melting god, Mario. He’s dark golden and beautiful. His hair is dark brown and medium length. He always keeps it pulled into a small bun at the base of his neck, but pieces fall messily around his face. Especially when he’s sweaty at the gym. His face is thinner than Mario’s, but his features are just as sharp.
Zanders’s top lip is smaller than the bottom, which juts out like a soft pink pillow that I want to yank with my teeth. His brows and short beard are chocolate brown and his eyes are greenish hazel. I know this because we once passed each other outside the restroom at the gym. We locked eyes, he winked, I died.
He’s the smallest out of the group. Probably 5′11, maybe 165. He’s muscley, just like the other two men, but he’s not as large as them. He has the body of a swimmer. It’s cut and tight. Zander has a few noticeable tattoos, and from the tight tee’s he wears, I know his nipples are pierced. It’s so fucking hot.
