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5 pm - Pt. 1

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VOX POV

ever since this morning i've felt drowsy. The air on my skin feel wrong, and its hard to get shit done. i cant do anything without my employees doing every thing wrong. earlier today, i told one of my employees to handles the brats who wanted refunds. instead of doing that, they told the customers that i would take care of it. too bad for them, im too lazy for this shit.
luckily i managed to clock myself out early. however, i still couldn't get around those shitty reporters..

"Mr. Vox, any plans for the future?"
"Mr . Vox, here please!"

The reporters swarmed me, begging for info. I cant say anything about it, because if i do they'll misinterpret it or some shit and spread misinformation.

That's why everyone thinks I'm going to fucking change my mind and quit. All cause of one shitty mistake. Whatever. All these people were giving me a migraine.

Honestly, l'd rather fuck someone than be here.
I just ignored all their desperate asses and walked into the elevator, leading to my small penthouse. I groaned as i lay on my couch, vark quickly waddling towards me. He begs to play, but I feel hot. I mean, i am hot, but like.. i'm overheating.

"Fuckin-ugh." I mumble, hopping off of the couch, losing my balance and almost tripping over.

"Shit. This isn't good." I say. Maybe i should call Val or Vel.. nah they're both busy. But im craving some form of.. caretaking.

Fuck it im gonna call vel.

Listen, she's the only one who's willing to deal with my rants. She kinda doesnt deal with it, she just sits there scrolling as i yap. Val just.. stares at me seductively. His pretty eyes. FUCKING HELL DUDE WHAT AM I-

*ring ring ring ring*

Huh, looks like velvet has heard my calling. I pick up the phone and call her. "Vox, we need to fuckin' talk." Velvet said sternly. I place the phone down and put it on speaker, as i walk around looking for treats. Vark gets hungry every once in a while. "Vox why aren't you in your office?

Val's really worried." She yelled. But like.. Val? Worried about me? No way.. i'm just his little whore.

'Velvet, it's not that big of a deal, i'm in my penthouse."

"Vox its important."

"What could be so important at 5 fucking pm? Dinner? Plus my whole schedule is cleared so—"

"NO! Fuck Vox you're so brain dead."

"Hey, am not-"

"Alastor's back."

Oh be so fucking for real right now. Right when I'm feeling like shit? That little prick always finds ways to push my buttons, finding ways to stumble me, and expose me. Why do so many people like him? He's just some deer cannibal fuck head who acts all scary and shit with his smile. At least i'm actually communicating with people i come across.

"Ok but besides that, why is Val worried?" I ask. There's gotta be a reason, right? I mean.. couldn't he just call me himself? All of a sudden i feel a rumble in my stomach. I haven't ate ever since this morning.. well technically drank cause it was just 3 cups of coffee.

Not only that, i feel like my antennae's have been fucking with me. I keep feeling like there's someone around, and it makes me happy. But no one's around, just me.

"He's worried about you not eating, shit ass." Vel stated. Huh. What a fuckin coincidence.

"So...?"

"So he's taking you out on a dinner date and shit."

HOLY FUCKING- HES WHAT? THE MOTH PIMP.. wants me..

the moth pimp wants me.

i feel myself getting warmer. I cant tell if it's the sickness or if im.. blushing..? Surely not.
fuck.. but i cant. I cant risk getting him sick. I mean he's already fucking high all the time and shit, so getting him sick with it? Fuck no.

"Fuck. I mean.. like— i kinda cant." I say. "You cant? Dipshit, aren't you the one who said that your schedule is cleared?"

She's gotta point honestly. i cant risk him If anyone's sick it should be me. I have the least work. Sure i'm all workaholic and paper work this, meeting that, but.. i have the least. Right?

"I haven't been feeling so well lately. Ever since this morning."

Velvet was silent. Then i heard a familiar sigh. He sounded.. zesty? "Woah woah wait. Is fucking Val with you?" I ask, sitting down grabbing the phone. "Hey voxy!~" i hear him say, chuckling after. "Why didn't you just- call me.. yourself?" I ask, my voice growing softer. "My phone died, sugar."

"Don't call me that." I feel myself getting hotter. I have to calm down. If i heat up anymore, then I'm gonna crash.

"Oh well. I'll visit you later tonight~"
"Didn't you hear me? Im sick, Val. I don't want you to get sick either." Shit. Didn't mean to slip out that last part.

"Oh?~" he asks. "Well, it's not that. I'm still going to eat with you. You know I cant stand eating in silence. Want anything from tasty's?" He asks. I find it sweet that he's still willing to eat with me, but it's still a risk.

"I'll take... a blt with mayo.. please?" I ask, resting my flat head on one of my hands.

"Anything for you, voxy." He answers, chuckling at the end. He ends the call. He's so nice. But such a bitch. I'm having a bunch of fucking mixed feelings. How am i supposed to eat dinner with this slutty moth guy when i deep dow..

Partially..

love him?

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