TYSM for all the pet name suggestions, I actually had no idea what I was doing. Like what I did with the title? It's so awesome it rhymes 😁😁 Anyways, I was going to stop there at the last chapter buuut who doesn't like seeing Vox being possessive of his darling?
Warning ⚠️: Strong language, Y/n is a nerd and very naïve, murder, gore, sexism bc Vox's colleagues are stuck-up A-holes.
~Valentino's POV~
Vox's monitor lagged and glitched as he turns to face me.
"WhĀT tHê FÛÇK DįD ÿõù JûŠT ŠÅy?" His voice statics as he steps closer to me, ignoring the mess of glass and whiskey on the ground.
Uh-oh someone's pissed~ Poor Voxxy so insecure and jealous. I mean somebody has gotta motivate him to ask her out. "You heard me. I'm under the impression that you don't want her. I mean every time I ask, you always avoid it " suddenly wires shoot up from the ground threatening to attack me. I smirk, someone's possessive .
His eyes darken both spiralling uncontrollably. His screen glitches with jerked movements as the eerie lights flash from his screen .
"I'm going to say this once VÂLĒÑTĮŃØ." His voice deepens and the static makes his voice hoarse, with each word barely eligible.
"So you better listen to me you pįëçe øf šhït. I ØWŃ her soul, Therefore she belongs to ME. And NØBÒDŸ touches what is MĮŃË. ÊVĘR." Vox says. "Do I make myself fûckįñg €lËãR?" I push one of his wires away and walk past him.
"Sure Voxxy~" I brush him off as I make my way out of the lounge. I walk down the hall proud of myself. I fucking knew it all along.
~The next day in Y/n's POV~
I got dressed into a white button-up blouse tucked into a navy blue skirt with a navy blue suit jacket. I slip on my heels and make my way out the door. Valentino had given the matching outfit to me to tease Vox. But it had backfired since Vox actually didn't mind. So Velvette gave me an actual work uniform.
Not wanting to repeat yesterday's mistake I woke up early and ate breakfast. I stood in the elevator with Vox's cup of black coffee in hand. Valentino had informed me that Vox had a rough night and hadn't gotten much sleep.
"Vox?" I call out and enter into the office. I walk over to his desk. He looked tense as if he was working out of pure stress. Vox didn't spare me a glance and continued working.
I put the coffee down beside him and gently touch his arm "Vox you have to sleep." He continued to ignore me. I look around the desk my eyes slightly widen, there were empty bottles and glasses everywhere some of them had been shattered. He'd been drinking. At least he didn't seem affected by the alcohol. Does he do this a lot? I couldn't help but worry.
I was about to walk over to my desk when I feel something pull me down. I let out a surprised yelp as I land in Vox's lap. He holds me firmly at the waist.
"Sorry for ignoring you" he murmurs "Don't go doll." The strong scent of expensive liquor and mint hits me, it was almost...nice? I feel my face getting hot, I was sitting in my boss's lap! I look up and I'm met face to face with him
"I-it's alright, I-I wasn't going to leave. I was just going to look at today's schedule. D-Do you think you might want to cancel something?" I quickly look away as I explain, trying to hide the bright red blush on my cheeks. But he doesn't let me go.
"I'm perfectly fine and able to work, Y/n." He tells me
I huff in annoyance, "Did you even sleep last night?"
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The TV demon's secretary (Voxreader)
Fanfiction(UPDATES ON HOLD) You are new to hell and in order to stay out of trouble you decide to apply for a job. But what happens when you work for the one and only Vox?
