All That Work and What Did it Get Me? (Hazbin Hotel x oc reader).

Uhm, So, How Would You Feel If I Was Dating Your Business Partner?

Author speaking: smut will be in this chapter no it's not with Valentino, we are seeing why Gia hates men, though. Have fun!
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You were just working at the bar. It was Friday of the first week you had been hired by Velvette. You still worked at the bar, and you made good money from doing both. Valentino entered the room with. . . a bouquet of lotuses and dark chocolate covered espresso beans? Wait, was he here on a date with a girl? Did he move on and find someone else? Did you blow your shot? Does he not like you anymore? The thought of that makes your head spin and you want to cry. Until he comes up to you and hands you the bouquet and treat.

"I got these for you, darling~," he says. You take the flowers and box of beans.

"Thanks, but why?" you ask.

"I have something to ask you," he says.

"What?" you ask.

"I have a private cinema in my penthouse, and in it there's practically every streaming network and DVD in existence," he says. Geez, you can stop bragging, Val you think to yourself.

"And, anyways. I remember you told me you loved Gone With the Wind," he says. He remembers things, so cute! Wait no, he's a dick. You think.

"So, would you like to join me for dinner and a movie tonight? We can get lobster from a place I know and-" he starts.

"Yes!" you say without thinking.

"Really?" he asks. Of course you did want to go with him. That sounded great. He remembered your favorite snack, your favorite flowers, and your favorite movie, and that you liked lobster. What was next, he buy you a crow?

"Of course I will, Val. That sounds really nice," you admit. This boy's eyes light up as if someone put 1000 watt light bulbs behind them. He smiles a huge ass smile like a kid on Christmas.

"Great! I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow night, darling," he says, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. He didn't even have to lean over the counter because he was so damn tall. You blush a deep red, touching the spot he kissed fondly, practically swooning over this simple gesture Get a grip, girl, he's a guy! you think to yourself. 

"Ok, 7 it is," you say after a moment. He smiles when he sees your blush.

"You look so cute flustered," he says before leaving.


You worked all the rest of the night. You were hardly able to sleep that night. You woke up at 12pm that Saturday. Saturdays were the days you slept all day. But today, you'd go out on a date with the guy you've been crushing on for months! You started getting ready at 5. You picked out a nice dress to wear, and did your makeup and hair. You looked super good. 

Val was there at 6:45. Yes, he was early! We love earliness. You open the door.

"Hey babe," he says. He grabs your hand and kisses it. "You look really nice," he says.

"Thank you," you say, blushing a bit.

"Well, we should go now, reservation's soon and I don't want to waste a moment with you, princesa~," he says, leading you to his limo. Damn, he was taking you to a restaurant in a limo? This bitch was rich! You guy get in the limo, him holding your hand the entire time. This was nice. Him touching you, loving on you. He was sweet, kind. Careful, now, this can all just be a trap. Remember Angel Dust's abuse, remember how he abuses all his employees. Tread lightly, unless you want to end up his slave. 

You guys get there. He gets out of the limo, and. . . holds the car door open for you, also holding out his hand to help you out? Okay, maybe you're standards were sub-basement, or maybe because you grew up surrounded by pricks, but  that was impressive. You take his hand, and he closes the door behind you. You had your purse on you, your wallet in it. You had expected to go Dutch that night. He holds open the door to the restaurant for you, too. And he holds your hand the entire time you guys are walking. And then, he pulls the chair out for you. Of course, you say thank you to all of this. You were shocked. Were guys actually like this, were you originally unnecessarily prejudiced against them? 

[Flashback]

"Hold the door open for you, why would I do that?" he asked.

"Cause it's nice," you say, earning a slap to the face.

"You know what's nice, baby girl? Having me pay for every damn thing you own is nice. Not having to worry about a damn thing is nice. For me, having a sweet pretty little wife to come home to is nice. All you have to fucking do is look sexy for me and get love from me all night, it's not that hard. You're being an ungrateful little bitch!" he snaps.

"I'm sorry," you say.

"You're sorry what?" he asks.

"I'm sorry, daddy," you say. He smirks sadistically.

"Good girl, now why don't you get on your knees and show me how sorry you really are?" he asks. 

"Yes, daddy," you said, getting on your knees and sucking him off.

[End of Flashback]

This is how you're relationship with him started. Great in the beginning. A few months in, you moved in with him. And then he'd hit you. and rape you. And call you all those awful things. And he was known as a sweet guy to most people, too. So a few months in, only imagine how Val will treat you. No, Val wouldn't do that to you? Would he? Yes he would. He does it to Angel Dust, why not you? 

The rest of the date, you're on edge. You don't know how to act around Val.

"Princesita, are you alright? You've barely touched your food and have been silent all night," Val says.

"I'm fine," you lie. He reaches out and holds out his hand to be held. When you don't take it after a while, he pulls it back.

"No, you're not," he starts, "You look nervous, like something's wrong. Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me? Is it the restaurant? The food? Are you sick? We can reschedule if you need. It's okay if you don't feel good." Damn, he was being so considerate. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. No, he's a man. He'll break you down if let your walls down. You think. 

"I'm okay, Val," you say.

"Darling, you're not. You can tell me what's wrong, it's okay. You can trust me, darling. I want you to trust me. I know it's early, this is our first date after all. But you can tell me anything. I want to know anything and everything about you, babe. I want you to be nothing less than the most comfortable with me," he says.