Spoil Me ➹ Troyler

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I'm a little surprised this got votes on the first day I uploaded it. Like I was expecting to leave it to bask for about a month and only have one or two votes. So thanks and all.

Sorry if I missed any typos or grammar mistakes.

So enjoy!

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Troye had made sure he looked stunning in the mirror, he was dressed to depress. He wanted to make people hate themselves just from a glance of him. It was all black because why not? The black jumper, dress pants (to be at least a little official) and black converse. Although when he was young he had the self-esteem of a teenage girl that just got told by the love of her life that she was the vilest thing walking the planet, he had learned over the years to act like he was all of that, and boy did it work for him. Of course that didn't mean he slept with whoever threw themselves at him, and he didn't use his charm to get whatever sucker he wanted. He wasn't that kind of man, he just liked to rub it in people's face that he was a beauty they couldn't have.

It did hurt that no one ever wanted him for him. He always got people who wanted him for the money or the fame, never his personality. It made him seem a little heartless to many people when he shot them down, hell it was written in many magazines that he was a horrible person and would probably never find love. The latter was probably right.

"Troye it's almost time. Hurry up." he heard his assistant nag at him, rolling his eyes in response.

"Alright."he sighed, glancing in the mirror one more time before walking out of the room.

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"Zoe what do I wear!? I've never been to high end party, what if I get wasted and embarrass my self? What if I get fired!?"

"One: shut up and let Me get a word in, two: you'll be fine, three: I don't know what you should wear. You really need to chill, drink decaf coffee more often."

"I'm sorry...." Tyler sighed as he fell back on his bed, sure he had been to a bunch a parties, but most of them were the type of parties where you wake up wondering why there's throw up on your shirt and who's clothing are you wearing. The party he was going to today was classy so he had to present himself as an elegant person at least. It wouldn't be so stressful of it any for the fact that His job was also on the line. "Zoe I just need advice, I don't wanna look to flashy but I don't wanna look like a walking trash can either."

"Just dress how you wanna dress, you always look stuck up anyway."

"Thanks Zoe, I can always count on you." he said sarcastically.

"You're very much welcome now get off the phone and get ready." the phone clicked off and Tyler huffed, tossing his phone beside him on the bed. Sure he had what he wanted to wear planned out, but he suddenly hated his choice in attire at the moment so he tossed it back in the closet. So here He say in his pajamas trying to figure out What to wear.

"Fuck it, I'm a bad bitch. I'll work it." he whispered to himself as he bounced up from his bed.

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The room was filled with to the brim, people dressed in flashy attire, strutting around like queens and kings. And Troye was just wanted to go home.

He stood with some other important figures, tapping his foot impatiently as he listened.

"Well the business is going well, many of the singers are pulling in a lot. There's also-"

"I'm very sorry to interupt but I must be going, more people to talk to." Troye flashed them a small smile before turning on his heel.