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Ensemble Furniture collection by Duco Lab

Ensemble is a collection of furniture items that is designed with ease of assembling and carrying in mind. It was created by the moving needs of the owners of Mexico based Duco Lab. The wooden parts are made of Poplar or Tzalam wood. The steel parts are made of powder coated sheet metal.


“Today we delivered a set of three Ash counter stools to a fairy tale cabin in the woods on the South coast of Cornwall. The beautifully made little Oak framed cabin is being let out as a Cornish getaway, and the stools take pride of place along a waney edge Ash kitchen island!…..”


Olive Juice Set by DOT

  • Olive Juice Bar Stool Set. 8 Modern Metal Bar Stools with and without pillow seating
  • Olive Juice Wire Patio Set. 8 Modern Metal Dining Chairs in 6 colors, with and without fabric seating, plus Bench Seat, 2 Dining Tables, 2 End Tables, 3 Pole Lights. 
  • Olive Juice Glass Bar Set. Contemporary Glassware for the home. 24 Meshes of Glasses for a Bar, with Gold or Silver Rim. Set includes Green Olives stuffed on picks, and contains zero Juice. 

Download: -> Olive Juice Bar Stool Set | Olive Juice Wire Patio Set | Olive Juice Glass Bar Set

Nightmares: Part Three

Part One, Part Two

The drive back to Joe’s was quiet, both in their own little worlds in the back of the Uber. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Y/N had to admit that there was a tension in the air. Whether it was only on her side though, she couldn’t tell.

She still couldn’t wrap her head around what Joe had said at dinner.

Still not good enough.

Why wouldn’t it be good enough?

That was the question that had been reverberating through her head the entire time they ate and even through the drinks they had after. She hadn’t been able to figure out what he had meant by that and she hadn’t gained the courage to ask him.

Before she could continue her line of thought, the car slid to a stop. After thanking the driver, they made their way up to the new flat. Once she stepped past the front door, she had to admit she was impressed. It was quite the upgrade from Caspar and his old place. Though, it didn’t look lived in, regardless of the large sectional couch in the living room, and the shiny, gold dishware glittering through his glass kitchen cabinets.

“It’s very…”


“Minimalist,” she turned to him, draping her jacket over the back of one of the kitchen bar stools. “Modern chic, even.”

Joe let out a soft laugh, “Now you’re just chatting shit.” He moved to the counter, taking his wallet and keys out of his pockets. “Did you want to watch a movie or something?”

Y/N tracked the movement of his hands as he arranged his valuables on the corner of the worktop. Everything in their place.

“Um, sure,” she responded.

He shot her a look, brow cocked and a small smirk gracing his lips, “We don’t have to. Did you have something else in mind?”

Y/N’s eyes snapped up to meet his gaze, “Huh?”

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” His baby blues glinted with amusement.

To put it plainly, she hadn’t. Y/N was too preoccupied with observing him while she sifted through the asteroid field of thoughts that was her brain right now. Oh, wait. Was he talking to her again? Reality came back into sharp focus, only this time Joe was much closer than he had been before.

“Y/N?” His brows furrowed slightly in concern, his hand on her shoulder.

“What did you mean?” She hadn’t meant to blurt that out. She felt her neck grow warm as she flushed in embarrassment.

“Wha- About the movie?” he asked, confused.

“No,” she blinked. “At dinner.”

She watched as his cheeks began to take on a pink tint.

“What did I say at dinner?” he asked, his hand dropping to his side.

Y/N’s mouth pursed into a hard line, starting to get frustrated with him constantly evading her questions all day.


His face was red now, his eyes burning holes into her feet.

She finally asked the question she had been wanting an answer to all night.

“Why wouldn’t it be good enough, Joe?”

Slowly, he looked back at her. His blush was fading, but he was still visibly tense. His eyes slightly wide.

After what seemed like forever, he finally said, “How could it be?”

If Y/N hadn’t been looking at him, she might have missed his hushed reply. That hadn’t been what she was expecting.

“If not your best-woman, what part would you have me play in your future wedding then?” she responded, the pieces starting to slide together in her mind.

“You know what part.”

“No, Joe. I don’t,” she retorted, frustration seeping back into her belly. “I can’t read your mind! Please, speak plain- “

“I love you.”

Those three words left his lips and her whole world stopped. Almost as though the very axis had been flipped.

After what felt like an eternity, he blinked. She let out a breath she hadn’t even known she was holding.

“How long?”


She shot him a look.

“About a year.”

“You… idiot,” she breathed.

Unconsciously, he bit his lip. A nervous habit.

They simply stared at each other. The tension so palpable, the air so thick, it was as if they could almost see it strung between the two of them, quivering with the strain.

She licked her lips. His eyes dilated.

The string snapped.

The air rushed out from between them as Y/N wrapped her arms around Joe’s neck, pulling him down, their lips crashing together. His arm snaked around her middle, pulling her tight against him. His lips were so soft. So warm. His hand held the back of her head, his fingers buried deep into her hair. She ran her nails down the back of his neck, pulling a growl out of him. God, that sound. He tugged on her hair. Y/N couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

She felt drunk. His taste. His touch. His scent. It was intoxicating. Y/N couldn’t get enough. Her fingers seemed to be all over the place, trying their damndest to feel more. She wanted more. She needed it.

Her breath hitched as Joe hoisted her up, her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. He sat her down on the kitchen worktop, his hands running from her thighs to her hips, his lips and tongue leaving trails of heat down the side of her neck and to her collarbone. Her head lolled to the side, her hands grasping at his shoulder blades, her breathing short and shallow. She gasped his name.

He groaned softly, “You do not know how many times I’ve dreamt of you saying my name like that.”

His kisses slowed then, coming back up to meet her lips. After a few pecks, he withdrew, staring into her eyes. His were so dilated they almost looked black. His hair was tousled. His lips red and puckered. His neck was peppered with red lines, evidence of where her nails had been. Perfection.

“I love you,” she whispered.

It took him a second to comprehend what she had said. But once he did, there was no denying. His whole face lit up, sporting the biggest grin she had ever seen on him. And it was infectious.

Y/N laughed. She couldn’t help it. She was just so damn happy.

Joe pulled her into a bone-crushing embrace, his own laughter rumbling from his chest through hers.

“I should have told you so much sooner,” he said, muffled into her neck.

“Yes. You should have,” she tutted.

He chuckled, pulling away enough to look at her.

“Well,” his eyes shone as he flashed her a wolfish, lopsided grin. “I’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

She felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight. She gave him a cheeky grin of her own.

“Mm. Get to it then, boy.”

He planned on it. She let out a squeal as he lifted her back up and marched them right into his bedroom, door slamming shut.

Alright, ladies and gentlemen. That was the last and final part of Nightmares. I really hope you all enjoyed it <3 I would love to hear feedback from you guys.