My Ant and Dec One shots

💙 Primadonna IV [M]

Due to popular demand here it is, updates for Primadonna and WOW this took me sooo long to write but I'm pretty happy with it. This is number 4 out of 5 because once again the chapters got too long so I had to spilt.

Second update will be posted tomorrow after I've slept, eaten and edited it.

Hope you enjoy! Lemme know what you think ❤️

Dec's POV

I'm 'the goodest boy ever.'

Ant's exact words on multiple occasions.  With that glittering review on my résumé I couldn't for the life of me work out what i'd done to be ignored in such a cruel, heartless way.

I glared daggers at the side of my managers perfectly shaped jawline, wondering if the Lasers I was shooting at him would reflect off the chiselled cheek bones like the sharp knife edged they reminded me of. The Human perfection that i loathed so very much, continued to ignore me from his seat on my left.

God did he ever stop talking?! He just kept droning on and on and on. So boring. Urgh. I let my elbow thud onto the table, deliberately causing a loud ruckus as the expensive cutlery clattered around the table.

The only other person in our party, a quiet lady looked to me, with a slightly concerned questioning glance and I just batted my eyelashes. Feigning innocence until I watched Anthony absently correct his salad fork and dessert spoon before leaning right back into his conversation with the goodie two shoes Oxford graduate.

Apparently they'd studied together or something equally as mundane. Me and Ant fucked together, surely that made me more important. Right??

Well clearly my manager had his priorities messed up because when I squeezed my hand over his groin under the table, he picked my hand up and put it straight back in my lap.

The expensive food on my plate started to taste sour as my temper rose.

"— I remember that year you played for the varsity basketball team! It was amazing! You scored a shot from the halfway line!"

"You sound so surprised."

"You sound so surprised." I mimicked to myself, with a pretentious shake of my head, mocking Ants shameless flirting with the boy.

Anth even ignored that and although the boy looked a bit awkward by my behaviour it didn't stop him.

"Oh I wasn't! I knew youd be great, me and my friend took bets. I said you'd win us the game."

What a slut. Look at him pining all over Ant like a gay in a locker room. He wasn't even that pretty for a twink and he looked weak as anything. He definitely couldn't handle my manager. Ant would snap him in half and get bored so quickly with a guy like that. He needed someone who was equally as freaky as him. That person was me. Not some vanilla preppy kid.

God now I couldn't get the image of them fucking out of my head.

The thought of them sleeping together made me choke on my steak. I coughed and spluttered reaching for my wine quickly and only receiving an unsympathetic Pat on the back from Ant who asked "you alright kidda?"

"No I'm not alright." I growled, drinking down my alcohol. My life and death situation more of an annoyance than anything else. Of course it took me almost dying for him to notice me.

"Do you want some water?" Anthony asked confused.

"No I want more wine." I huffed and clicked the waiter over. The waiter was kinda cute, couldn't hold a candle to Ant's strong stature and tanned features but I was sure he would do for a quick fuck in the toilets before dessert.