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Oh. You were so fucked.
The four inch heels you had decided to wear this morning rhythmically clicked against the floor with each step. Sinners who were lower down in the food chain than you quickly stepping out of your way as you sauntered towards them.
They knew who you were.
They knew your position.
As Vox’s personal assistant you were known rather well. You roamed the building from 6am to 8pm. Hardly ever off the clock, other employees looked out for you, cautious, making sure you wouldn’t ever note anything lackluster to present to Vox.
You took the job seriously. After all, Voxtek was on the rise. The Vee’s were starting to gain power. It was exciting.
And you, you weren’t just a nobody. A poor little sinner who’d gotten herself wrapped up with the Vee’s.
Oh no. You’d been calculating, cunning.
Your soul still belonged to you. Well… partially.
See, you were the one to be sought out by the big boss himself. Vox had come to you all those months ago.
He had a good eye for talent. For someone on the rise, a sinner capable of becoming an overlord in the not too distant future. He’d scouted you out for it, said you had something that reminded him of a friend long past.
You’d picked apart his deal piece by piece, agreeing to become equals while still working under him. A scheme you hoped would pay off in the future, growing more powerful right under his nose, or lack of.
A part of you belonged to him yes, but, as your contract stated, you were equals. Someone just as powerful as the Media Overlord. It gave you an edge, despite the unfortunate procurement of your soul, torn in between you and Vox.
Regardless, it meant you were powerful.
Still… not powerful enough to evade getting called up to the office for an emergency, personal meeting.
Now, you had a feeling what this was all about.
Most likely something to do with Valentino getting pissy about how close you were to Vox. You’d put the Film Overlord into his place earlier this day, reminding him that jealousy wasn’t a good look for him. Of course, this was in front of his entire film crew.
He’d thrown a hissy fit, a predictable activity that happened more often than not when the conversation involved you and Vox. You’d left him to his own devices, ruining his set, something you’d also jotted down in your notes, he’d be even unhappier when he realised the money would be coming from his personal pot.
The scene though had apparently reached Vox. Now, here you were, standing in the elevator, riding to the umpteenth floor with your digital clipboard in hand. You quickly wrote down “get a ‘harder daddy’ after work” in the margin of your notes.
Because you were sure this wasn’t going to go down well.
As the elevator doors opened, you stepped into the hall and started to make your way to his office. The silence was deafening as you walked.
Vox more than often tolerated your snarkiness, only because you were supposed to be equals. He told you he let you get away with it because of that old friend you reminded him off. You knew exactly who that was. It made it even worse.
Today was most likely the day that his patience had worn out. He still owned a part of you, and you were certain you would be reminded of it.
As you reached for the door a message quickly grabbed your attention, your eyes darted to the clipboard, its screen glaring up at you.
‘Not in office. Come to lounge.’
It was from Vox. The lounge was more of an… informal area that Vox liked to utilise. More often than not, him and Valentino would spend time there. You’d steered clear of it every time when they did.
The confidence you usually wore with pride felt as if it could start to peel away, the door to the lounge feeling too heavy as you pulled it open. It was new territory.
Closing the door behind you, you strode into the dark, unlit room. The clipboard being your main source of light as you kept your chin high.
“Vox. You wanted to see me.”
His screen flickered on, illuminating his body. He rested on the largest sofa directly in front of you, manspreading, one arm hanging off the back. The jacket he usually wore was not on his form, instead he was dressed in the black and red sweater, the collar was undone, showing off his blue collarbones.
He blinked slowly, a smirk creeping its way onto his screen. His voice seemed peppy as he spoke. “I heard you’ve been causing a ruckus among the film floor today.”
So it was about the fuss with Valentino. To be honest, you had no regrets. Even with the stark silence that laid in between you and your supposed boss.
“I don’t appreciate being belittled by anyone, that includes a pompous overlord.” You smile, holding your ground. You might as well make a case for yourself. “The moth needs to watch what’s coming out of his mouth, I’m above such behaviour.”
Vox blinked. Then hummed quietly.
“Above such behaviour. From an overlord?”
“You wouldn’t take it from him. So why should I? We are equals, aren’t we?” Your eyes narrow, staring back at him, attempting to get a read on him. On if he was going to do anything rash. You couldn’t tell…
He let out a short laugh. “In writing, I suppose. But you did make a pretty good scene down there, got the whole department talking about it.” You watched as his smirk grew, his teeth peeking out. “Got them all talking about how you told off an overlord. Think of that, a regular sinner, getting away with such behaviour.”
You said nothing. Defending yourself was likely a recipe for disaster.
Because you finally understood now, he was furious.
When he was loud, acting all big and tough you could deal with him. Shoot him down, challenge his ideas. He seemed to revel in it, the competition, it was like he’d been de-aged 30 years, or like if he was alive again.
But when he was quiet, it was never a good sign. All because you had no idea what he was going to do.
“May I ask a question?” You spoke up, breaking the stillness.
“Entertain me.”
“What’s the point in being your equal if I’m still treated inferior? I have the same power as you, it runs within me as per our contract. When you grow more powerful, so do I. If you’re more powerful than the other Vee’s, as you claim, don’t I then become the one who’s also in charge?”
A beat.
You clutched the clipboard harder, eyes narrowing.
He started laughing, a low, slow chuckle.
“Do you know why I scouted you out?” He asked, your name leaving his lips in a way that made your stomach sink. “I saw potential in you, something I’ve not seen in many, many decades.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
A crackle of electricity shot through the air. “Let me finish.” He stated, too calm to be genuine. “I gave you a chance, and you’re every bit as great as I imagined. Even catching me out with that pesky equality clause in the contract. But, despite this, I knew I had work to do with you. You still work under me. You do as I say.”
You couldn’t help the small growl that left your throat. “I don’t belong to you.”
“Would you like me to look at the technicalities of our contract? Our deal? Because I think you’ll find that you do in fact belong to me.”
You felt your blood boil. It was so often you could get away with anything in this job, you forgot about the downsides. About how your equality was only in terms of physical power. A contractor and signatory weren’t ever on the same level in hell.
Vox was ever so aware of this, clearly taking the advantage over you. It was one of the only times he could really ‘put you in your place’ as he would say.
“So.” He spoke once again. “On that basis, I think it’s best if you keep in mind what you’re doing on lower levels. You’re not an overlord and we can’t have others thinking they can talk to their superiors like that, now can we?” The gums on his upper teeth were showing, his smile almost half the size of his screen.
Something stirred inside you though. You didn’t like the idea of him winning.
Despite your insides screaming at you to behave, to do as he says, you refused to listen. After all, you were the demon who struck a deal with the Media Overlord, catching him out, becoming equals. You were up for a challenge, even if it would cost you.
“Enlighten me, what makes anyone other than you my superior?”
His screen flickers, his smirk faltering as you show signs of defiance.
You like it. So you continue. “Is it just because they’re an overlord? You picked me because I was only one step away from becoming one, am I not qualified enough to be seen as a threat in this tower?” You shrugged, acting nonchalant. “With the power I’ve gained from being your equal I could easily topple at least one of the overlords in this tower. Would that give me the title? Or is being your little assistant a role that undermines any other kind of superiority?”
It was all bluff of course, but as you saw the change on Vox’s face you felt yourself become more excitable. The fear rinsing away, being replaced with those troublesome narcissistic tendencies you’d gained when alive.
“Or is this all a ruse, a trick to keep me in place? You knew I could cause you trouble in the future so you doused me down, kept me from becoming like the very person you recognised in me from the very beginning.”
Here it was, you were going too strong to stop now. It was your finishing move, the coup de grâce that you would surely regret later on. Oh, but the look on Vox’s face would be worth it, after all these months of being a good little assistant.
“Is this your revenge, your way of finally getting what you wanted? Power over someone who’s just like him? You want me close because of that as well, don’t you? You see someone who matches you, someone who could become like you, but you’re scared of letting them get one up over you?” Here it was. “Or are you scared I’ll become just like the Radio Demon?”
There wasn’t even a moment to catch your breath before a thick blue collar had formed around your throat, the chain attached being yanked tight and forcing you to come into contact with the floor nose first. The clipboard once in your hands fell to your side, the pen rolling away and under the coffee table to the side.
You knew this was coming. It was inevitable. But it felt so good to say all the shit that had been on your mind since you’d signed that damn contract. How obvious it was that you were a replacement for the Radio Demon, who’d left a tremendous hole in the demon in front of you. It was so painfully noticeable, you’d figured it out in the first few weeks.
You were here as a reminder of what Vox could’ve had. That’s what this had always been.
He sighed. “I expected nothing less from you, I should’ve guessed that something like this would happen.”
He wrapped the blue illuminated chain around his wrist, tugging it taught. The motion forcing you to look up at him through hooded eyes, only to see the red drool spilling from his mouth. Oh, you could just tell he was loving this.
“You know how to impress sweetheart, but you’re playing a dangerous game. Aren’t you?” You swore if he smiled any harder the gleam from his teeth would blind you. “But you’re right about one thing. I will get what I want.”
The fool you are, you can’t help but challenge him once more. Your very soul in the palm of his hand. “And what is that exactly?”
“Oh, ho. There are many things I want, especially from you.” His expression transforms into something more solemn. “Let’s start with something simple first, something you can absolutely do, and if you perform we can put this whole interaction behind us.”
You doubted that. He liked playing with his food.
The chain connecting your neck to his hands was loosened ever so before being pulled tight again. The metal clinked together, it was so heavy for being a chain formed from magic.
Whatever was going to happen he wouldn’t kill you, you were sure of that. But that was possibly all you were sure of. Vox was a man who didn’t mind the odd surprise. You were sure he’d do anything to keep the one who reminded him of the Radio Demon alive and kicking. Sane enough to be his plaything.
“And that would be?” You dared to ask.
“A report. From today. The same as you normally give me.”
A report? This could not end well.
Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, yet he held strong. His expression unchanging.
In the blink of an eye your clipboard which had been halfway across the room appeared at his side, pen and all. It sat neatly next to him, waiting for you.
“Can’t I give you my report from here?” You say, getting the idea that Vox wants you to come closer to him. But the further away you were, the safer. You were sure the things he could do to half a soul in his possession was just as bad as a whole soul. “I’ve memorised my notes.”
“I know you have, you’re good like that.” He hummed, “But I think it’s best if I’m given this report more…personally, let's say.”
A low growl threatened to come from your throat. You would be delighted to put him in his place if you could.
Lifting yourself up from the ground, you felt the need to push on your knees to ensure you weren’t going to topple over again. The weight of the collar and chain a heavy burden.
Before you could even take a step towards Vox you were harshly tugged back down to the ground, this time your nose hitting the ground even harder. A groan of pain left your lips as your nose throbbed and you felt a cold droplet of blood start to run down. It was a miracle it wasn’t broken.
“Did I say you could get up?” Vox hummed, satisfied at your disheveled state. “I think you should crawl over here, it’ll give you a better view of me. Looking up at me from down there.”
Your tongue stuck out to taste the blood running down over your lips, the metallic flavour burned on your taste buds and you cursed the demon in front of you under your breath. The way he looked at you, like prey, it sickened you. Some part of you wished that you were the one doing all this to him, oh, wouldn’t that be just delightful.
Hesitantly, you started to crawl your way over to Vox. His legs spread even further as you came closer, letting him keep an eye on you the entire way. Your nails dug into the ground with each passing moment, knowing he was revelling in your disgust.
As you came to his form he looked at you for another moment before making a gesture that almost stopped your heart for the second time in your entire existence. His claws patted his thigh, hinting as if he wanted you to sit on them.
You made no effort to move from your position, kneeling in between his legs. This was a dangerous position as it was.
Sensing your hesitance Vox chuckled, “Come now sweetheart. I asked for this report to be a personal one didn’t I? Can’t be personal if you’re just sitting opposite me.”
“I could sit next to you.” You spat your suggestion back.
“Mmmm, I don’t think so.”
Another tick. Silence. He wasn’t going to let up.
How long would Vox keep you here in the lounge with him until you did as he said? You couldn’t imagine he’d hold out forever. But did you really want to stay here, kneeling before him for hours on end?
Swallowing your pride, you met his gaze. Using the sofa to help you stand, you picked up the clipboard beside the Media Overlord and turned, sitting in between his legs, facing away from him.
He seemed happy with this, a low static rumbling from behind you. It felt uncanny, he was so inhuman. Of course, you all were, you were in hell. No one really looked like they did when they were alive. But for him to be behind you, no hot air from his breath, only a light glare from his screen. It was unreal.
Unsurprisingly, his hands rested on your waist, pulling you closer to his form. Small bursts of electricity, like miniature electric shocks, went through your clothes making you flinch.
“Why don’t you start from this morning?” He whispered from behind your ear, looking over your left shoulder at the digital clipboard. The lazy bastard could read your notes from where he was sitting, this was all an attempt to embarrass you. And you couldn’t deny he was good.
You cleared your throat, maintaining your composure. “Well, the day went as it usually does. I left a coffee for you on your desk at 6:45am, so that it was the perfect temperature when you came down. Then I double-checked the paperwork from yesterday, it was all in line except for a few documents that hadn’t been signed by Velvette.
“So I went down, got her signature, and stayed for a couple of hours in her studio. She wanted me to note down the condition of all her models so she knew which ones to use in her show tomorrow. After that, I went back up to my office and finalized our partnership with one of Zizzi’s clubs.
“Then I saw in my notes that you requested me to overlook one of Valentino’s shoots, so I went down there for the afternoon.” You felt his claws pinch at your waist, you forced down the urge to jump at the sensation of electricity being sent into your flesh. “Then, I finished the rest of my jobs for the day. I was in the middle of planning your schedule for tomorrow when you called me up here.”
He said nothing for a moment, taking in all of what you had described.
His hands inched further down, now resting on your hips. His blue fingertips tracing patterns on your satin pants, the gentle scratching of his claws sending shivers through your spine. If he ripped these pants you were going to kill him, they cost more than half your wage for a month.
“How was the shoot? With Val?” He hummed.
“Fine. It went as usual.” You deadpanned, not wanting to talk about the moth. If any sinner truly deserved to be down here it was him, double-hell more suited him. “There’s good progress in his department, the film today is set to make at least 3 million.”
Another low chuckle came from behind you. The edge of his screen brushed against your shoulder as he cooed into your ear.
“Details.”
It wasn’t a request.
“He was filming with Angel Dust.” That was his favourite star, you often felt bad for the spider demon, then again, only fools trusted to make a deal with Valentino. “I got in when they were setting everything up, the other actors were some random stunt performers. It was following some basic plotline, Angel fell into a hole, the other actors came across it and they-”
“I’m not talking about the movie.” He interrupted you, making you fall quiet. “I’m on about the details with you and Val. The two of you don’t get along, I understand that much, but what could you have possibly said to get him so… riled up.”
“Anything could rile him up, I didn’t say anything in particular.”
“Enlighten me.”
You thought back to the interaction earlier in the day. It made you smirk, how could it not? Valentino really had it coming this time.
“He’s a jealous man, I’m sure you could figure it out for yourself. Just look at our position right now, you’re supposed to be his ‘papi’, yet you can’t keep your claws off your personal assistant.” You lowered the clipboard in your hands, turning your face so that you could meet his gaze. “I put him in his place. If he wants you he can have you, but if you’d rather spend your time obsessing over me and my likeliness to the Radio Demon then it’s not my problem.”
Another wave of quiet. Vox only stared at you, you wondered if he would try and hypnotise you like he’s attempted in the past. All failed attempts of course, but there was nothing stopping him from trying again.
One hand removed itself from your hip, trailing up your body until it reached your neck. Gently, he wrapped it around your throat, phasing through where the collar sat. Delicately he pulled at your neck, forcing your upper-body to lay against his own.
You despised how close you were, how much of you was touching him. Yet, still, your heart rate must’ve increased tenfold. You swore you could feel your pulse in your throat.
“So you made him look like a fool in front of everyone.” He stated, recalling your actions for you. “If you hadn't done it in the film studio, I would’ve let you get away with it.” He chuckled lowly. “Because you speak the truth.”
You were bordering very close to a line here, you’d already pushed your luck with Vox today. You could still push further though, see how much you could abuse the power you had, the influence of your likeliness to him.
After all, it had gotten you this far.
“I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true.”
“Turn around.”
Another order. You’d entertain it.
You shifted, swinging your body around with the help of Vox’s hands lifting you up slightly. Your legs now rested either side of his, your body weight sinking into his thighs. He looked ever so relaxed, leaning into the sofa while you sat on top of him.
His grin widened as he took in your face, his screen illuminating all of it, highlighting the shape you were sent into hell with. This close to him you mapped out the part of his chest that was exposed from his open collar. The blue skin hiding his collarbones was a dark midnight blue, easy on the eyes.
It didn’t seem like enough for you just to be facing him though, Vox, with his hands still holding you pulled you down onto his form. The sensation sending warning signs into your head as you felt what you were being pulled onto.
His hardness sent off danger signals in your brain. While you wanted to be surprised, a part of you had half expected this. Did he really like being challenged by you this much? Did he get off to Valentino half as much as he did with you simply talking to him?
“Sometimes I think this is all a trick, some sort of scheme.” His throat growled. “The universe presenting me with a replacement from all those years ago. You’re too clever for your own good.”
His thumb came up to wipe away the blood from your nose that had started to dry. He rubbed in between his thumb and forefinger, almost inspecting it.
“I know what I want, it’s as simple as that.” You state back, he should already know your motivations. “What allures me is what you want.”
His smile falters, only for a second. Then he looks as if he might laugh, pushing back the antenna on his head as if it was real hair.
“Isn’t it obvious? C’mon sweetheart, as my personal assistant you should know this.”
“Oh, I know you want power, to be the most powerful sinner. But what then? Your ties to the other Vees won’t withstand the entire way through.” His screen flickers, a moment of surprise. “Who will you share your victory with then? I’m sure it won’t be the Radio Demon.”
Underneath the facade you swear you see a pang of hurt flash in Vox’s eyes. You had the advantage! Keep going!
“What then Vox? How will you ever fill that hole inside you?” You pause for dramatic effect, batting your eyelashes. “Are you sure you’ll ever fill it?”
You had no idea of his past interactions with the Radio Demon, you only knew of their past together, a result of you looking into Vox’s past extensively. But what you just said, it must’ve reminded him of something said to him long ago, because the empty look in his eyes screamed one word only.
Hurt.
Now it was your turn to get back at him. He’d had his fun, abusing his power over you, the ownership of half your soul. But he’d clearly forgotten about it now. As his equal you knew that this was the time to show him just what you meant by taking this deal with him.
“Unless, that’s why I’m here?” Forcing down the urge to vomit at the motion you pushed yourself into him, earning a sound you thought you’d never hear from the man underneath you. It was a mix of a groan of pleasure and a whine.
A whimper.
The way he looked at you was just intoxicating, like he had found the most valuable treasure, unsure if it was real. Had he ever even looked at anyone like this before?
Little did you know you were replaying memories inside the television demon’s head, filling in for the Radio Demon. Because you saw him, past the facade. He knew that you weren’t under his spell like Valentino or Velvette, or anyone else. You saw his need for power and control without a string attached. You knew there was no end goal to his plans. There was no finishing line.
He might’ve picked you out for your similarities to Alastor at first, playing around with you these first few months to get a grip of what you would be like. But he never expected you to be exactly like him. See him for what he was, just like Alastor had done all those years ago.
It made his infatuation for you grow even more. And this time you were here, his equal. Not above him, well, not literally at this moment. This time he could change your mind, he could prove that his power gain wasn’t all for nought, he’d have someone to share it with this time.
Then, and only then he would rub it in Alastor’s face. Show him what could’ve been. Make him jealous that this delightful little sinner now stood by his side instead of him.
Only then would he take you truly. For now though, he was right where he wanted to be.
He melted in your embrace, under your skin.
“I can’t even keep my true intentions away from you can I?” He hummed, his hips rolling slightly, barely keeping control of himself.
“I see through you.” You whisper to him, resisting the urge to gag at the mushy lies you spat out.
While Vox was practically melting under you, you had to keep yourself from throwing up. This game would end soon, you would be deemed the victor and Vox wouldn’t embarrass you again. Your place as his equal would be solidified.
While it hadn’t intentionally been your plan when you woke up, you were happy to indulge the spontaneity. You would reclaim the half of your soul that Vox kept a hold of, you didn’t care how long it would take.
Your cunning reached another level when your hands travelled to the back of his neck, tracing his spine until you reached his head. As you felt around you noticed the shiver from the man beneath you, how his screen went a slightly darker shade of blue.
A set of three wires connected his head to his neck, you ran your fingers along each one, slowly, delicately.
Each wire felt slightly different, so you treated them as such. Feeling each of them up and down, poking and prodding them, feeling how thick each wire was. They were durable, strong, they must’ve been if they were keeping Vox’s head attached to his body.
When you reached the base, the connection into his head, you circled the connecting bolt. A low noise came from Vox’s throat, his teeth biting his lip as you continued the motions.
Oh my fucking god. You were edging him right now.
You felt his hips buck into you, once, twice. Almost in rhythm with your endless teasing of his wires. You couldn’t help the light giggle that left your throat as you took complete control of him. Oh fuck, this was entertaining.
“You’ve missed this haven’t you?” You teased, cooing into the mic in place of real ears. “Did he do this for you?”
He let out a breathy moan, his screen almost looked like it was fogging up. It was funny how quickly you’d turned the tables on him, this damn Radio Demon kink was going to be so handy for you.
He smiled, laughing lowly. “No… no he- we never-”
You cut him off before he could finish with a tug of one of the wires at the back of his head. In honesty, you didn’t care about whatever relationship he’d had with the Radio Demon, as long as it worked out in your favour.
The collar and chain that had laid around your neck started to fade, Vox being too preoccupied to even remember that he’d had you on a leash. His eyes looked foggy, distant. He was looking right at you, but didn’t even notice the lack of his blue collar that had just been tightly fixed to your jugular.
“Pity.” Was all you said, your other hand reaching up to fix itself around the back of his head, joining your other hand. Your fingers immediately started searching for the power button, it was somewhere on the back of his screen, you only had to find it and this embarrassing display would be over for the both of you. Though you were sure Vox was keen to continue.
Honestly, you weren’t sure how your relationship with your boss would change after this whole interaction. But you were sure you could twist it in your direction. After all, the rush you were getting from the power over him was much more delightful than you’d expected. You just wish it came without… the sexual tension.
Your other hand tickled the back of his head, his eyes rolling backwards as his ecstasy continued to grow. You watched in wonder at how such small movements elicited such a strong reaction from the supposed overlord underneath you right now.
You would keep it in mind for future endeavors.
Finally, after what felt like hours of searching the back of his head, his hips bucking into yours uncomfortably, soft noises coming from his mouth, you found it. The power off button, it wouldn’t completely shut him off, but it would temporarily disable his screen. It was good enough.
His hands dug deeper into your waist, keeping you planted onto him though. He was enjoying your presence far too much, and frankly you’d had enough at this point. It was time for your evening cocktail.
“Is this what you desire?” You cooed, carefully planning your next words. The first hand that had been fiddling with his wires came down, tracing his arms and wrists, gently lifting his hands away from your waist, positioning him so it was easier for you to make your escape. “Something human?”
Because that was what he wanted. It was so painfully obvious to anyone who had a good eye.
Vox wanted power, he wanted to have it all. But he needed someone to share it with. And if he couldn’t have Alastor, you would make sure that he would rely on you.
Valentino and Velvette weren’t seen by Vox like that, they never would be. But you, you’d played your cards just right, because you were exactly what he wanted.
Someone he’d scouted out especially. Someone he shared things in common with. Someone equal to him.
He’d never had it when he was alive. So of course he wanted it now. He was desperate for it.
And you would use it completely to your advantage, even if it destroyed the demon in the process. How delightful would that be? Perhaps you were as insane as that old Radio Demon, even so, you understood the fun that came from their feud.
Vox underneath you, groaned in response. He was most likely expecting something from you, a desire that had never been, and never would be fulfilled. His eyes glared into yours, hooded and filled with desire.
You chuckled at the response, a wide smile climbing onto your lips. Oh, the next few months were going to be so much fun if he was this vulnerable, if under that thick facade was… this.
You leaned forward, breathing out slowly and fogging up his screen, he waited for you to speak. Your hand traced the back of his head.
“Shame we’re not human anymore.”
Quickly, before he could take in too much of what you said your finger pressed the button, his screen going black. His panic immediately set in and he started to flail.
You, however, jumped off him as soon as the opportunity arose. Straightening out your outfit and grabbing your clipboard.
You found it amusing, watching his arms flap around helplessly. He struggled to reach around the back of his head to turn himself back on.
Even more amusing was the fact that his hard-on was still painfully obvious. While you were glad to be no longer near the putrid desire of his you did find it hilarious that there would be no clarity to his situation, not with you involved at the least.
As you sauntered towards the door, heels clicking against the floor, a new sense of pride rattling in you, you turned around and called out to him, sure his microphone was still on.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, and don’t worry, I’ll put this whole interaction behind us.”
Echoing his words from before, you smirked and left him in the darkness. Walking home, sure to fix yourself a ‘harder daddy’, because damn, you deserved it.
~-~
As his screen flickered on, the room once again becoming illuminated, Vox let out a low chuckle. Things might not have gone the way he planned, but he could work with this.
He glanced over to where you’d left the pen for your clipboard, reaching over and picking it up. Your scent covered the damn thing. Fuck, he was still so hard.
As his hand travelled down into his pants, he whispered to himself.
“Oh, this is just the start of our game doll.”