Three brothers obsessively loving a single woman.
Audrey fallon a 17 year old fashion icon oblivious to the world around her blinded by innocence but with the reputation of going nuclear.
Vincent, Matteo and Gwaine knight, the irony of their name th...
She didn't answer. Not in the next five minutes, ten ,twenty the hour she left us on read. At this my mind sparkles with the image of my red palm print upon her round little ass. "I think it's time we pay our little baby girl a visit wouldn't you agree brothers?"
Smiling viciously they silently agreed and that is how we found ourselves walking through the sleek white corridors of Fallon fashion industries until we found ourselves at the top floor beside a small wooden desk with the 'gremlin' man typing away furiously. However one look at us stilled him.
"We here for Audrey" Matteo spoke plainly at the imbecile who continued to stare in fear. Had we not been so anxious to see our love we would have relished in this.
"I'm- I'm -s-sorry s-sirs b-b-" his stuttering irritated us to no extent.
"Where is she" Vincent cut him off and the man pointed to two large mahogany doors with shaking hands. Without waiting for him to Finnish his stuttering see walked quickly and firmly to the doors pushing them open with force also ignoring the protests of the two men guarding it.
Walking in we where immediately greeted with the homey feel we so craved from her the little delicate touches of her own personality around the room making it lift our spirits.
—-Audrey—-
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Lance, Audrey's office, and Audrey's outfit and position.
My doors open with such force me and Lance fall silent turning our attention to the intruder only to find the tree terrifying looking men taking up the entirety of my door way again wearing my own personally designed suits.
As they look at me their features soften but turn to stone once again once they notice lance's presence and the fact that his hand is on top of my own, though I don't know why they should care I have talked to them less than three times.
Standing up from the window I feel Lance behind me in an almost protective stance I walk to the gentlemen brushing of my shock and slight discomfort at them being here and try to welcome them warmly.
"How can I help you today Matteo, Vincent, Gwaine" I nod to each of them remembering their hate for the use of formalities.
My voice breaks them free from their daze and glaring at Lance, to have their attention once more. "We where wondering if we could discuss the project darling" Matteo a Says over pronouncing the final word in his think accent to make it more prominent.
"I'm sorry but as you can see-" I go to say but Lance lays a hand on my arms stopping me earning the attention of three murderous gazes.
"It's fine love we can continue our discussion tonight, dinner at my place?" His smooth voice carries.
"Only if you make my favourite"
"Chicken fried rice and eggs sunny side up, you little weirdo" he laughs walking of and I don't miss the look on the brothers faces that seems to say 'why don't we know that' and 'who the hell is this guy' but before I can dwell on it Lance speaks again "seven o'clock I'd say don't be late but that's useless, and we are finishing this conversation" he starts off jokingly but finishes seriously. With a small nod from me he's on his way humming along to walking on sunshine.
