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Who knew that Chat Noir was just a mask of Adrien Agreste?
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That covers up my half of Paris. Surely Ladybug would've been finished patrolling as well, even though she's useless. She still has some worths. I took a big sigh as I sat down on a roof, looking at the Big Ben, It was five minutes till 5pm, oh shit. I forgot about the meeting with that Christy girl, Nathalie must be giving up on me bit by bit, and I don't really want that to happen.
I'm supposed to tell Ladybug about my patrol, but, business is supposed to be my top priority. I might be a big jerk to Nathalie and my dad, but I can also be nice. But that only happens in certain occasions when I'm not in a bad mood. So, I'm gonna leave Ladybug hanging today. I'll just leave her an apology note and she'll surely forgive me. Haha.
Leaping from roof to roof, I arrived at our mansion. The limousine was already outside, and Mr. Gorilla guard was standing next to it. Nathalie was checking her binder and looking around worried. Time to detransform then. I hid behind the bushes and detransformed, got in my room by the window and changed to formal wear. A gentleman must look perfect infront of his ladies.
"Sorry, it took me a while." I walked casually outside to the car obliviously not knowing about the time. And here come's nagging in three... two... one--
"Mr. Agreste, did you know how late we will be?!" Nathalie fumed. "I don't want to waste anymore time, let us depart. Get inside Mr. Adrien."
We were about to go to the hotel this Lefebvre chick. I heard she is a famous musician, and she's also famous for her amazing charm to men. How interesting. 'I would love to fall for her sometime.' I thought to myself, smirking. While I was deep in my thoughts, a certain figure in the sky caught my attention, it was none other than Ladybug. She was looking for me. How sweet.
Too bad the feeling is one-sided.
"That was the famous hero of Paris, Ladybug, C'est vrai?" Nathalie asked. Seems like she was paying attention to my every action.
"Oui, that is correct." I gave her a small smile and a thumbs up. She seemed to have gotten less tense, how wonderful. Being nice sure does feel nice.
You see, as Adrien Agreste, I'm the most flirty, playboy you'll ever meet in Paris. There are many scandals of me being caught kissing other celebrities, and including normal fans. I once bribed one of the magazine producers of "Playgirl" to have access to the company's secret files. Everyone loves me because I have a perfect body (which is actually true), and because I'm a great kisser.
But, as Chat Noir, everyone adores me, not because of me being a hero, but because I was always there if anyone needed a friend, and I would give amazing speeches to orphanages. Well, that's just a fake mask of mine, to get Marinette's attention. She hates guys like me. So, I have to change for her love. I'm so desperate for her. Call me crazy, but out of every girl I have made out with, she's the one I would let touch my body. Sexually.
"We have arrived, Monsieur Adrien." The gorilla guard opened the door and I went out, thankfully, there were no fangirls, they were noisy. But, the one standing in front of me is the daughter of the Mayor; Chloé Bourgeois. Which is worse.
"Well if it isn't the leading cover model of Playgirl, Adrikins." She gave me a disgusting look which seemed sexy to her? She grabbed my shoulder and leaned in for a kiss.
"Save it for the camera." I pushed her lips away with my index finger. "And don't call me 'leading cover model' you know I dislike being called that. Especially by you." I gave her a grin.
"Ugh. Comme tu veux!" She grumbled, and hurriedly walked inside the hotel, fuming mad.
I walked in the hotel as the Mayor led me through, with both hands on my pockets leaning a bit back. Nathalie commented on my rude behavior a few times, but gave up trying the third time. We soon arrived at Mademoiselle Lefebvre's hotel room, and the Mayor left soon after. I forgot, why was this meeting held at the first place?
"Son," It was dad. Dad fucking dad. "..I think you know why I've called you in today." He sat in a serious position, with both his hands on his chin.
"Let me guess, is it about marriage again?" I stubbornly complained. "You have done this about millions of times, just stop it, I don't want to get married to--"
*whatever sounds a strong slap makes*
"Listen to me Adrien. I'm fed up with your rebelliousness." Dad said, with an expression I have never seen before, he was furious. "I don't want to hear another complaint from you ever again, or else you will never call yourself an Agreste ever again."
"...Oh." My eyes widened. He's being dead serious right now. "If that's the cost of my freedom, then I guess, I'm no longer an Agreste anymore." I gave him a forced smirk.
"N-No.. Adrien.. you can't be--"
"THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT, RIGHT, DAD?! No, Mr. Gabriel Agreste." I held back my tears, no way I'm crying from this crap. Before I could burst, I ran outside the hotel, to a place no one would ever find me.
I guess, this is my downfall huh? What a pity. I'm supposed to be some cold-hearted playboy messing around with hot celebrities. But, I'm not what everyone thinks I am. I'm the lonely, pitiful, messed up little shit named Adrien. Fuck my life. I'm gonna die alone. Goodbye, Marinette.
"Adrien!!" I think it was Plagg....? I'm getting tired I can't even open my eyes.. "Adri..." his voice is fainting. All I could hear now is drops of water.
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Fanfic[WARNING: Contains Adrien being a real playboy.] "I love her, but at what cost?" Adrien thought to himself. The son of a famous designer in all of Paris, Leading cover model for the famous magazine "Playgirl", Had made out with almost every beautifu...
