Loved by Demons

Betterment Of One's Self

Velvet's P.O.V

Big V:

Is there anything you can do to draw them out of that place?

The Best V:

I could try, but they're not dumb, just a bit naive about how I can be.

Big V:

Then you can use that to your advantage.

The Best V:

Not if they snoop around my room while I'm sleeping.

Wouldn't put it past them.

Big V:

C'mon, Vel, I really need your help with this.

Do you know what they could do to me if they keep going?

My business could be non-existent in a handful of months!

The Best V:

Don't worry. You know Vox and I wouldn't let that happen to you.

Speaking of which, you ask him for help too?

Big V:

I will if anything else big happens.

What are those pests up to now?

The Best V:

Nothing troublesome, just collecting themselves.

Big V:

From what? Did they go somewhere?

The Best V:

More than likely, though I didn't overhear where.

I left for the meeting soon after the hotel was finished.

Big V:

Fine. Keep me informed though.

The Best V:

Will do.

Gotta go.

Bye.

Sighing, I close out of the app and put my phone away, already feeling the jitters to pull it right back out. But I disregard that urge with the thought of what I'm going to do, the very same thing I'm walking down this very hall for. I grin at the fantasies now entering my mind, many of them including either a kiss, partially clothed or completely nude, and other actions that don't stop with me getting done in from behind. I lick my lips greedily, that grin getting wider as my hands unconsciously rub together in anticipation for what's going to happen tonight. After all, I deserve a reward for all the fucking effort I decided to put into this shithole and they haven't offered any ways to repay me. That means I get to choose for myself.