Page 84 of Blinded By The Sun
“Sorry.” The waiter apologizes and tries to get back to work.
“It’s fine. Hurry,” Ciro grunts.
“Okay, sir, here you go.” The waiter says.
“Thank you,” Ciro looks at the chunk and groans in excitement. “This is a good piece. I’m going to enjoy myself.” He takes the cake that’s already cut on the plate for us without the fork and tugs me with him out of the main hall towards the private changing area.
“Cir, what about our guests? They’ll notice we’re gone.”
Ciro glances at me before he continues on his mission. “Good, because tonight, sugar, I’m putting a fucking baby in you or maybe even three. Did you know triplets run in both my father and mother’s family?” he says.
“No, I didn’t know that.”
Ciro finds the room and lets my hand go. He takes out his key card and taps it against the little machine. It lets us in and once we’re in; the door shuts. Ciro faces me with the cake in his hand and smirks. “Well, now you know… Let’s make some fucking triplets, honey.”
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