I frowned and looked at Maddox.

“What did you do?” I said. 

“I made Marco aware that I knew of the details of your marriage. He seemed less than thrilled. He made a mess of my space, as you can clearly see.”

“Where did they take him?”

“Outside to calm down. You have my word on that.”

Romeao looked conflicted. 

“I didn’t want anyone finding out. Not even you. That’s why I said nothing about the behaviour I was receiving from Marco.” I told Romeao, taking his hands this time.

“Theo, you should have been honest with me. I would have done something more for you. Not allowed this.” Romeao said, and you could tell he was fuming. 

Luca lingered behind me. A foot of distance between us. Demitri rounded the corner, no Ryer and no Marco. He approached Maddox and lowered his voice to a whisper as he spoke. There was a moment where Demitri and Luca visibly locked eyes. 

“Theo, for the next little while, you will have to bear with Demitri, or perhaps even Luca, by your side. I don’t want you alone.” Maddox said. 

“What? Why? I’ll be fine at—-“ 

“I agree with Maddox. You should have some with you. It’s better that way.” Romeao said. 

“Demitri or Luca. That’s it.“ I hissed, not pleased with this. 

“Demitri and Luca, yes, that sounds great. Besides, you all have a few projects to work on all together. Should be able to finish quickly,” Maddox said. 

“Maddox I have work I need to catch—--“ 

I bumped into Luca and got him to stop talking. 

“Don’t bother fighting with him. You won’t win. Maddox doesn’t care what you want, only what he wants.” I said flatly. 

“Luca, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re set up with enough stuff to still do your work. And what you can’t do there, I’ll have someone do for you. I’ll inform Alessio I’m borrowing you a few days earlier than we agreed to.” 

Demitri didn’t say a fucking word, he just stood there. But then came the problem. Where the fuck were both Luca and Demitri going to sleep? 

I only had one spare bed. 

“Um. Maddox, problem with that!” I said.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure you will figure it out.” 

He and Romeao stepped back into the hazard of an office. I sighed. Demitri, Luca and I all just stood there. 

“I’m going home. I have work to do.” 

“One of us needs to go with you. You heard Maddox.” 

“You’re right. I heard him, but listening, that’s above my budget.” 

Less than forty minutes later. Here I was, opening my door for Luca and Demitri to come into the condo behind me. Luca arrived in my car with me and Demitri brought his own vehicle. Before we had got to leave for my condo, I had to wait until Marco was dragged off back to whatever house Romeao and Marco were staying at. 

Crossing my arms as I stood in the living room, I spoke. 

“The problem I was trying to alert Maddox to was that I only have one spare bed and Demitri is in there. So, Luca, you will have to take my bed, and I’ll take the couch.” 

“I couldn’t have you—-“ 

“You’re taking my bed and that’s final. I am smaller than you both and won’t have any issues sleeping on the couch.” 

“I assure you I can take the—--”

“No. What I said was final. Just accept it.” I bitched. 

Walking down to the bedroom, Demitri parted off and went into the spare room. I felt gross and wanted a shower. Grabbing a towel, I walked into the living room. Demitri and Luca were just sitting on the couch, phones in each of their hands. I cleared my throat and looked down at the floor, not wanting to actually see both of them looking back at me at the same time. 

“I’m going to shower quickly. I’ll order food for us when I’m done. Then. I’ll change the sheets and such for you Luca.” I said quickly, before taking off down the hall to the bathroom. 

Taking off my clothing, I tossed them into the basket. I was gross, and I needed this shower for more than just to wash off last night. Turning the handle in the shower, I stepped back so that I wouldn’t be hit with cold water before it warmed. Sticking my hand out under the spray, once it was warm, I stepped into it. 

The water felt amazing flowing across my skin. Grabbing the body wash and the washcloth on the hook in the shower, I scrubbed my arms and upper chest, moving down my torso. Bruises were littering my skin around my hips. I could count the spots where Demitri had his fingers set. Among the bruises, there were also fading hickies from Luca. I felt dirty about having both men on the same day, but it didn’t stop me from wondering what it might be like to have both men together. 

Groaning, I scrubbed my skin harder with the face cloth. I needed to be getting cleaned, not wondering what a threesome with Demitri and Luca would be like. I wanted to blame Maddox for Demitri’s involvement in this. I had admired the man, but never was I going to make the active choice to do something that would result in the events of last night. 

Setting the cloth back on the hook, I ran my hands down my torso, closing my eyes and imagining Demitri and Luca’s hands on me. God, this was dirty, but I was hard. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I gave a slow stroke, and a few more. But it wasn’t giving me the sensation I wanted, like I had from Luca and Demitri. My own hand just wasn’t cutting it.  

Yanking the cloth down again, I finished scrubbing my skin, angry now. I was pink by the time I turned off the shower and got out. Grabbing my towel, I wrapped it around myself and stomped to the bedroom. Slamming the door, I didn’t even think about the consequences of that movement until there was a gentle knock on my door. 

“Theo, are you alright?” Demitri’s voice was gentle. I wondered if he might have been in the spare room across the hall with how quickly he arrived. I heard him tell Luca he was dealing with whatever this was. Luca walked away. I heard him.

Opening the door. I snagged Demitri right by the wrist. His eyes wandered down my frame, and I was even more annoyed. 

“I have words for you.” I hissed. 

“Do you?” Demitri said, his voice low and smooth. 

“You fucking bruised me.”

“Glad it’s mutual.”

“Excuse me.” I said. 

He showed me his biceps, and there were definitely slight bruises.  

“When the fuck?” I hissed. 

“Are you upset that I left a few bruises on you, Theo?” 

“A few? Sir, you left more than a bloody few.” I said, debating just dropping the towel and exposing the extent of the bruises. 

“I’m sure my bruises are still less in number than the hickies that Luca littered across your skin.”

“You left hickies on me, too.” I groaned.

“Did you show Luca the bruises I left on you, Theo?”

I was about to say something, but Luca stood in the open door, a smirk on his face. 

“No, Theo didn’t.” Luca said, no hint of jealousy or anything that would say he was upset or annoyed by Demitri. 

“Shame, I worked hard on them.” Demitri said, in the same smooth voice he spoke to me. 

“Did you?” Luca said. I watched his eyes flick up and down Demitri, who was larger than him, both in height and weight.

“Out. Both of you! Out.” I hissed. I was hard and whatever the hell the dominance dance they just did in my room, wasn’t fucking helping.

Luca let Demitri leave the room first, and I watched him as he watched the man leave. His eyes flicked back to me and he spoke. 

“Do show me the bruises before they disappear. I’d hate for his hard work to be wasted.” 

He winked at me before he left, closing the door behind him. Running my hand through my hair, I dropped the towel. 

“What the actual fuck.” I muttered into the now silence of my bedroom. I grabbed a random sweater out of the closet and boxers. I pulled them on and opened the door slowly, listening to see they were fighting in the living room.

The condo was quiet, except for the sound of the TV playing. I walked down the hall and into the living room. Demitri was on a laptop typing away and Luca was actively watching whatever was on TV.

“We ordered lunch.”

“Oh, what did you order?”

They met eyes again, and Luca chuckled. Dimitri wore a smirk.

“I ordered from a pasta place, a few large sized pasta pans, and Demitri ordered from a pizza place.” Luca said. 

“You couldn’t decide something collectively?” I asked.

“This was collectively, Theo.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, I hope you’re hungry.”

“I hope so too, because I do not know where you guys think that all is going to fit in my fridge.” I said, walking to the kitchen, needing to actually have a look to see what was inside the damn thing.

I knew how to cook and normally I did so. But work had been far too draining, and it was easier for me to order in. Opening the fridge door, I started tossing out old containers, expired food and other items that I hadn’t got around to finishing or even starting.

Demitri got the door when the pizza arrived, and he paid for it. I walked to the table and pulled out my card, setting it on the counter. 

“Luca, when the pasta arrives, my card is here on the counter. Please use it to pay.”

“That’s alright. Put away your card. I’ve got it.”

Snatching my card off the counter, they irritated me both. I wanted to pay, and they were refusing me the chance. My money was just as good as theirs was, fuck we were all being paid by the same money source, just not the same person. 

When the pasta arrived, I beat Luca to the door and tapped my card. Taking the food from the guy. Luca didn’t mask his feelings. He crossed his arms and frowned. 

“I told you I had it, Theo.”

“And I told you to use my bloody card.” I said.

He pulled out his wallet and pulled out two hundred-dollar bills and set them on the counter. We both looked at it.

“What the hell is that?” I hissed.

“For you, take it.” He said. 

“No.” I said, almost offended.

Demitri was watching us. 

“How about you just pay for dinner another time, Luca? Theo is too much like Maddox, it’s a Vincent thing.”