𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Yvonne-Denise16
⚠️𝐓𝐖: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭⚠️
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𝐕𝐨𝐱'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
I tapped my foot impatiently as the phone rang, waiting for Valentino to pick up. After what felt like an eternity, his voice finally came through the line.
"Hey, Voxxie, what's up?"
Valentino's voice sounded distracted, as if he was preoccupied with something else.
"Hey, Tino,"
I greeted, trying to ignore the faint pang of disappointment in his tone.
"Where are you?"
"At work,"
He replied quickly, the sound of bustling activity in the background confirming his words.
"Oh, okay,"
I said, trying to keep my voice light despite the sinking feeling in my chest.
"How long do you think you'll be there?"
Valentino hesitated for a moment before answering,
"Just a couple more hours. Then I'll come back up to the penthouse. We can spend some time together, alright?"
I forced a smile, even though he couldn't see it through the phone.
"Sure, Val. That sounds good."
As we exchanged a few more words, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me since Valentino mentioned he was at work. And then, just as we were about to say goodbye, I heard another voice in the background—a voice that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Who's that?"
I asked, my voice betraying my sudden apprehension.
Valentino seemed taken aback by my question. "Oh, that's Angel,"
He replied casually.
"He's just helping out with some stuff here."
Angel Dust. The mere mention of his name sent a surge of jealousy coursing through me, and I struggled to keep my composure.
"Alright, Val,"
I said, forcing myself to sound calm.
"I'll see you later then."
"Definitely, Vox,"
Valentino said, his voice warm and reassuring.
"I Love you~"
"Love you too,"
I replied automatically, even as my mind raced with doubts and insecurities.
As I hung up the phone, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off—that Valentino's attention was being pulled away by someone else. But I decided to play it off for the time being, after all, it was just Valentino being Valentino... right?
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𝐕𝐨𝐱'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
I watched as Valentino finally walked through the door, relief flooding through me at the sight of him. But my relief quickly turned to shock as I noticed Angel Dust trailing behind him like a shadow.
My heart sank as Valentino barely acknowledged me, offering only a casual greeting before heading over to the couch with Angel in tow. He sat down, pulling Angel onto his lap, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along Angel's neck.
"What the fuck are you doing, Valentino?"
I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and frustration.
Valentino glanced up at me, his grip tightening around Angel's waist possessively.
"Just having some fun, Voxxie,"
He replied casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. But his words only served to fuel the fire burning inside me.
Angel, clearly uncomfortable, shifted nervously on Valentino's lap, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it again, a look of resignation crossing his face.
I gritted my teeth, the anger boiling over. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed off to the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind me.
𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
I turn to Angel with a stern expression, my grip firm as I grasped his chin and leaned in close. "Leave. Now,"
I hissed, my voice low and menacing.
"And you'd better be at work tomorrow, understood?"
Angel nodded, his eyes wide with fear as he stammered,
"Yes, Valentino,"
Before scurrying out of the penthouse like a frightened mouse.
With Angel gone, I turned my attention back to the bedroom, my heart heavy with guilt and regret. Slowly, I pushed open the door, my eyes falling on Vox's hunched figure on the bed, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
"Voxxie?"
My voice wavered as I approached, the ache in my chest growing with each step. Vox didn't respond, his face still buried in his hands, the soft glow of his screen obscured by tears.
Gently, I sat down beside him, reaching out to stroke the back of his head, but Vox pushed my hand away, his voice laced with anger and pain. "Fuck off, Val,"
He spat, his words like a knife to my heart.
But I refused to give up on him, not when he needed me the most. With a sigh, I pulled him into my arms, holding him tight as he struggled against me. Slowly, his resistance melted away, and he buried his face in my shoulder, his tears soaking into the fabric of my shirt.
I whispered words of apology and remorse, each one a plea for forgiveness as I rubbed his back and pressed soft kisses to his head. And as Vox finally relaxed in my embrace, I vowed to do whatever it took to make things right, to earn back his trust and love.
"I'm so, so sorry, Vox. I've been such a goddamn ass to you today, you have every right to be pissed at me."
Vox didn't respond, but his grip on me tightened, as if seeking solace in my touch. I continued to stroke his back, my touch gentle and reassuring, hoping to ease the pain I had inflicted on him.
"I promise, I'll make it up to you,"
I vowed, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and love, Vox. Just please... forgive me."
Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of Vox's ragged breaths and the soft hum of the city outside. I held him tighter, willing him to feel the sincerity in my words, praying that he would find it in his heart to forgive me.
Feeling Vox's tension slowly easing, I held him closer, my heart aching with the weight of his pain. As his sobs subsided into soft sniffles, he murmured softly,
"I just... I need to know it, Val. I need to know you still love me."
My own heart constricted at his words, knowing I had failed him in the worst possible way. But in that moment, all I wanted was to reassure him of my love, to make him feel safe and cherished once more.
Without a word, I cupped Vox's tear-streaked face in my hands, lifting his chin to meet my gaze. And then, with all the tenderness and devotion I could muster, I pressed my lips to his, pouring every ounce of love and longing into that kiss.
It was a sincere promise to always be there for him, to never let him doubt my love again. And as our lips met in a tender collision, I prayed that Vox could feel the depth of my love for him, shining through in every touch and every caress.
-𝟏𝟏𝟕𝟗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬-
-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞-
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