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She pulled her arm out of my hands, bending down to grab her bags as she rubbed her ass.

“Are you ok?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“Fuck you,” she said, picking up her bag.

“What the hell was that noise?” Levi said, as he and Matteo walked out of the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

“Violeta just ate it right by the table,” I said, looking down at her, looking adorably mad.

“I—”

“I know he’s handsome, but no need to fall at his feet,” Matteo said, coming over to us as Levi went to the kitchen. “He’s not that great. I promise.”

He picked up Violeta, asking her where she had hurt herself and if she wanted him to kiss it and make it better. She rolled her eyes at him, slapping his shoulder as he placed her in the chair then kissing her nose.

“How long do we have till the shoot?” Matteo asked, helping Levi with coffee.

“I have to be there at eight-thirty,” I said, picking up Violeta’s bag and putting it on the sofa.

“Work out before we go?” Levi asked, setting out four mugs.

“Yeah, I better, even though I don’t think I will be shirtless,” I said, standing at the island across from Violeta.

“I think I should⁠—”

“I didn’t get a lot of information about it, but it's for a leather company,” I said, cutting off Violeta from saying she was going to leave.

“Maybe you’ll have to wear a leather thong,” Matteo chuckled.

“Oh, maybe a harness!” Levi shouted. “That would be hawt.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe a leather ball-gag,” Violeta muttered.

Matteo laughed as her eyes grew big like she hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“Oh, maybe it is a BDSM shoot,” Levi chuckled, wagging his eyebrows, setting coffee in front of Violeta.

“I think I would look good all tied up.” I smirked at Violeta who glared at me.

“Alright, let’s get going. Violeta can relax in the tub while we get a quick workout in,” Levi said, passing out the rest of our coffee.

“I should probably go before you guys⁠—”

“Do we still have all those pastries?” I talked over Violeta who was shooting daggers at me.

“Yeah, we have exactly four,” Matteo said, looking between Violeta and I.

“It’s fate then,” I said, as she rolled her eyes.

“Great, bring her coffee and one pastry,” Levi said, picking up Violeta and kissing her forehead as he carried her out of the kitchen.

“Do I want to know?” Matteo asked.

I shrugged.

“Are you mad we slept together or that she slept with us before you?” he asked bluntly.