Girl That You Love (Valentino X Reader)

Star Fashion

YOUR POV:

Angel Dust hadn't left V Tower yet even after Charlie insisted that he come and stay. But I guess Angel Dust was holding off for some reason. Though I've personally come up with two theories as to why he's staying here for a bit longer, but for my own sake I'm not going to think about it.

Today, Angel Dust had another shoot as Valentino watched as I stood beside him. I opted to stand since I didn't wish to be sitting in his lap, since that's the only place he'll allow me to sit that's not the floor.

I was thankful that Kitty never told Valentino about me sneaking out to see Angel Dust from a few days ago. I had returned to find Valentino still asleep, which I was very thankful about.

Angel Dust moaned as I looked at the floor. After a month, the sounds just stop bothering you and you grow numb to it. Valentino watched the performance with a watchful eye, until the doors behind us slammed open.

"Cut!" Valentino screams, "what the fuck?!" He looks behind him at the door to see Velvette with a less than happy expression, "Velvette," he strains, "why are you here?"

She storms in, "one of my top models just up and fucking died! The audacity of that bitch!" She screams as she looks over at me with a smile, "so I've come to retrieve my new model."

She reaches out a hand to me but Valentino gets between us with a smile, "I'm sorry Velvette. But she's off limits."

"Oh boo-hoo," she scoffed, "like I give a shit about your fetish toward her. You won't miss her for a few hours crybaby."

The tall demon crosses his arms, "how is any of that her fault that your model died? Last time I checked—,"

Velvette rolls her eyes, "either way I'm taking her."

Valentino leans inward with a smirk, "I'd like to—."

"Valentino," I begin as he pulls away from the smaller demon and looks back at me, "it's fine. I don't mind being her model." I take a step to the side, "besides, it's just for one day right?"

Velvette nods, "well until I find someone else."

I smile and approach the smaller overlord, "it's fine Valentino. I don't mind being her model."

"That's not the—."

Velvette smirks, "you've got that furry ass over there to keep you entertained in her place. Besides, she's not even being used right now." Velvette links our arms and drags me out of the studio.

"That piss baby is so selfish about you," Velvette says as she presses the elevator button. "Did you see his face when I said I was taking you anyway?! Fucking priceless, I tell you."

I nervously laugh, "uh...yeah. So what exactly...happened to your last model?"

Velvette rolls her eyes, "bitch got caught up in some turf war and got herself killed. I can't stand random bitches on the streets." I go to argue with her statement but she smiles, "but you're not some random bitch from off the street. You're Valentino's precious assistant."

The doors to the elevator slide open to reveal Oliver, "Mistress Velvette, done already?"

Velvette drags me into the elevator as Oliver presses the button for her studio. "Of course you dumbass. Did you think it was going to take that long?"

Oliver doesn't say anything in response, either in fear or simply having nothing to say back. The doors of the elevator slide open as we exit the elevator and make our way toward her department.

"So how's working with that piss baby?" Velvette asks as she opens the door up to her studio as I follow behind her.

"Interesting." I purposely said that because there was no indication if it was good or bad, and considering how fast word spreads around here...it's the safest option.