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“And this happens with partners?” “Yeah.” Daniel leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “With hookups. With guys I actually like. Doesn’t matter. They all end up looking at me like I’m broken.” His jaw tightened. “I’m not broken.” The air hung heavy. He half-expected the therapist to offer sympathy. Maybe a comforting line about anxiety, performance pressure, whatever. Instead, Dr. Lawson asked, “Do you masturbate?” Daniel blinked, then barked a laugh. “Wow. Straight to the dirty talk, doc?”

But he needed to know, even if things didn’t pan out the way I hoped. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes, trying to drift off with his warm scent lingering around me thanks to his hoodie. But just as I was drifting off, something hit me… Wait… “Cara mia…we are five men and three of them are married and very much in love with their wives….” Five men were Nico, Leo, Xavier, Domani and Caelian, and only Nico, Leo and Xavier were married. Three of them are married and very much in love with their wives….does that mean? My eyes widened, heart pounding as the realization hit me. Does that mean Nico loves me?

Then his dick springs free and my eyes grow wide in alarm. He’s huge. Bigger than anyone I’ve ever had. “Sharing is caring, man,” One of the men says. He’s pulled his dick out and is actively stroking it now, as are a few other men, including Sebastyan. The room is charged with sexual tension. “It sure looks like there’s a lot to go round for all of us.” Despite how powerful I feel being the center of attention right now, I’m not looking to fuck any of these other men tonight. Two is already enough for me and that’s what I agreed on. I’m about to object when Sebastyan beats me to it.

Male eye contact with him and give him a small nod, letting him know his choice works. At the nearest table sit four men. Men I would have never assumed spend time together. Two have close shaven heads and worn leather jackets. Their broad shoulders hunched over half-empty bottles, and arms are covered in faded mismatched tattoos. Beside them sits a man who looks like he works in the financial district, clean cut and buttoned up so tight you wonder if anything but money makes him smile. The final male looks like a college kid. Young impressionable and way too happy to be here. My instinct tells me something unseen draws them all together and the diversity is what makes this work.

He simply carries me to his seat and settles me on his lap, cradling me tightly. “Enough with the pleasantries,” Rafe says. “Let’s get down to business.” I pry my eyes open a little. There are three other men aside from Rafe and Gio. They’re all older-looking, maybe somewhere around their sixties. The one in the middle is smoking a cigar, while the other two are nursing their drinks. The one in the middle leans forward, planting his elbows on his knees. “This is exactly the kind of behaviour everyone has been talking about. Who the hell is this woman?” he asks.

"They already know." Gabriel moved up beside me. He didn't touch me, but his presence was a solid, grounding weight at my side. I could feel the heat radiating from his tailored suit. "Tell me what you see, Adriana. Because right now, I see a pharmaceutical company trying to strong-arm my client." I turned to face the five men. They were all watching me, waiting for my command.

I said opening the door. Three giant men stood there looking a little uncomfortable. They all looked similar, like brothers but still vastly different. They were all tall, broad shouldered, well built. Not too many muscles but definitely toned. And that was where the similarities ended. The one closest to me was blonde, clear light blue eyes, a square jaw, pronounced brow line and very Greek nose. The one in the middle had sandy brown wavy hair, a very well kept beard over a more pointed jaw, Ocean blue eyes, tanned skin, like he was at the beach a lot, and the same Greek nose that had a flat spot in the middle. The third one had jet black hair cut short, dark brown almost black eyes that we

At least the married ones were honest. “So, everything I’ve heard about Italian men is true?” “Only the ones I met, and there were quite a few. I had a wonderful time in Italy, and the Parisian men don’t have a thing to be jealous about, Oui, oui! But none of the European imports sound nearly as interesting as your domestic mailman,” “He’s a Postmaster,” “Yeah, okay, whatever,” Karen smiled. “As long as he’s good at putting it into the right box,”

“Daryl, do you think Thomas will chicken out?” In the middle of an empty space about 100 meters away from the school, stood a dozen or so men smoking. One could tell with a single glance that they were delinquents, and that three of them were actually rough-looking middle-aged men. They were vicious, and they were definitely not decent people.

He smiled and waved good bye before walking out the door. "I knew it, he's on his moon day," Andie knowingly said while fixing her things. "Shut up," I laughed while fixing mine's as well. "Why? What else is happening, then?" She looked at me with a serious face. "I don't know? Maybe some personal matters because he's a human as well?" I innocently asked and she shook her head side-by-side to disagree. "He has his monthly mens, I'm sure," Andie seriously said. "Mr. Ignacio is a guy, freak," I countered, laughing and then, she laughed as well.