Overlooking Overlords

•꧁ III. - Valentino's Offer ꧂•

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Chapter Three — Valentino's Offer
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Nervousness coursed through your veins. It had been a good two weeks since coming to the hotel and reconnecting with the Vees that night. Life at the hotel was good, even made you happy in a way. The relationships between you and the staff, as well as the two other patrons, had gotten immensely better. Angel Dust could actually stand being in the same room as you now.

He and you had pulled numerous pranks on each other within the small window of time. Your favorite was when he woke up, although mostly still asleep, to a strange and alarming amount of glitter drenching his shower.

But that sadly wasn't the point this time. Pranks were all fun and games until someone got hurt. And that may just be what's going to happen to you.

You were worried. The facade you tried so hard to keep up could crumble with ease in the next few hours. Angel invited you to meet Valentino since you had posed a few interesting questions about his job. That and he claimed you had a good figure Valentino might be interested in hiring.

You would never, but turning down the offer would raise suspicion. You had found people in their after life strived to obtain either as much of what they never had in their mortal lives or more of it. The broken normally went for went they never had; while the ambitious, more of. For your prettily packaged story, it was love you were after. Broken marriage and all.

Valentino offered affection, albeit fake, for entertainment. That's what you've known since he made a name for himself in hell. And your character just so happened to fit exactly the type he would hire.

"Angel Dust?" You called down the stairs.
"What's up?" He asked, not looking up from his drink.
"I don't think this is necessarily appropriate," you hugged into yourself, trying to cover everything.

He met your eyes, tracing your body on the way up. He fumbled a wolf whistled, air breaking in the middle of his whistle. His face flushed in embarrassment. "Ya look fine, toots. He'll love ya."
"That's the issue," you muttered, descending the stairway to the lobby floor.
He hooked his arm around yours and hurried you into the pink hearted limo waiting outside the hotel doors.

"Who ya got there, Angel Cakes?" Valentino purred, leaning in close.
'Don't. Don't. Restrain.' You thought. It took everything in you to hold yourself back from either punching him, telling him to suck dick, or both. Very tempting on both. Knowing how he works, he'd start flirting or shoot you. No in between unfortunately.

"This is F/N. She's staying at the hotel," Angel answered hesitating between each word.
"What have I told you about talking about the fucking hotel around me?" Valentino fumed, raising his voice.
Angel visibly bit his tongue. A snarky remark wanting to escape. But he knew better. "I'm sorry, Mr. Valentino, sir."

"Pleasure to meet you Mr, uh, Valentino was it?" you tried to distract his attention from Angel.
"Indeed. And, doll, pleasure's all mine," his attitude changed in a second. "I assume Angel Dust here has told you why you're here, considering your outfit. Unless you dress this provocatively on the usual~"

"No," You responded maybe a little too quickly. You hated Val when he acted like this. More so than usual. "Angel's told me a fair bit of why I'm here. The only question is: how did you hear of me? After all, I've just so recently died," you inquired.