The Devil Makes Three

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Bad things always seemed to happen to you during the end of your shift. Todays bad? Serving the table of your favorite fling and his friends. Your design career hadn't gone exactly the way you'd hoped and the only way you seemed to make any money these days, were at the many side jobs you had. The apron you had tied around your waist was tight as you finished tightening it for the second time in the last three minutes. You had a history of making reckless decisions in order to feel something...anything really. Failed relationship after failed relationship always left you feeling lost and hopeless when it came to romance. The year you had spent actually dating Bokuto Kotaro was nothing compared to the time afterwards. Not to say that the time you shared ended badly, Bokuto had spoiled you beyond your wildest dreams. The commitment was what terrified you. Every time before him when you found yourself falling head over heels it all ended in damaging heartbreak. So why would he be any different?

"I don't know why you do this to yourself." Mickey said watching you from the corner of the kitchen. You two had been best friends since middle school and here lately there was hardly a moment when she wasn't complaining about your encounters with your ex. You both looked up to see a man turn towards the direction of the kitchen. You knew that if you didn't make your way out there soon, he would come find you. Bokuto was nothing short of charming as his amber eyes trained on you sweetly when the double doors swung open. He was accompanied by a few of the local businessmen who'd been friends of his for years as well. A mixture of lawyers and stockbrokers, they'd all transformed from the athletes they'd been in college besides a few of the younger ones. When you stopped in front of their table the silver-haired man loosened his tie purposefully and cleared his throat.

"Long time no see Y/N." Bokuto smiled at you and you swore his teeth had flashed even in the cheap florescent lighting.

"Don't even start, you were here last week. You're here every week." The worlds tumbled past your lips effortlessly as you continued to look down at him with a polite smile.

"Shot the man down before he even had a chance? Good to see you haven't changed Y/N." In the corner of the rounded booth a sly looking man with black spiked hair spoke up. He shifted his panther like eyes towards your figure. There was no shame in the way he drank you in like a salivating predator. His smile said what Bokutos wouldn't. Kuroo Tetsuro was the local playboy here in the city and it was no secret that his list of women was as lengthy as the zeros on his checks.

"What can I get for you gentleman tonight?" You try to remain professional as a third man who'd been silent the entire time speaks up.

"I'll have the baked chicken, substitute the fries for steamed broccoli, no butter. A water with lemon as well, thank you." Ushijima Wakatoshi was the more polite of the three and the quietest. An observer who was frequently put on the spot by his colleague's behavior. Especially in instances such as this. His light brown hair was combed appropriately. Your eyes lingered on his gargantuan hand as he held out the flimsy menu to you.

"Just put us down for the same thing as Toshi over there. No lemon for me though, you already know I prefer my drinks sweet. Strawberry please." The wooden toothpick between Bokutos teeth seemed out of place before the meal. The menu in his hand was held just in front of his chest forcing your upper body in his personal space as you reach for it. "I want to see you later...please." The last word lay on his tongue as if waiting for your response. Of course, he would ask you here, it was harder to ignore than a text message or a phone call. If the sex wasn't so damn good you would say "No" instead of ending up a babbling symphonic mess of moans and sweat.

"Will that be all?" You said through lightly clenched front teeth as you pulled the menu from his fingertips. The noises inside the restaurant faded into the background as his irises seemed to delve past the whites of your own eyes. He knew exactly how to look at you, slow and calculated. The goal was to make you follow his eyes down until your own become locked on his lips. It drew you in every time. The last time you two had hooked up you vowed never to again. It was supposed to be about the pleasure and exploration of your sexual desires. Not an addiction.

"For now." He smiled easily before breaking the connection and turning back to his friends. The heavy way your feet seemed to drag away from the table irritated you immensely as the double doors to the kitchen closed behind you.

"I thought you were about to malfunction out there bitch." Mickey snickered as you clipped the order above the cook and took a seat in the corner. "He's working extra hard, isn't he?" She smirked handing you the water you'd been sipping on beforehand.

"I am telling you, that man's favorite sport is watching me squirm." You sighed taking the water.

"It is. You make it too easy. He has all your buttons memorized and from the looks of it his friends are no better. Ushijima plays the innocent businessman so well but there are rumors about him too. You need to be careful around them."

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 20, 2021 ⏰

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