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Frank has everything.
He's good looking, rich and by becoming a well known photographer he's living his childhood dream.
But is he really the arrogant prick the media says he is?
Gerard doesn't really like the way his life turned out to be. He wanted to be an artist, but his career failed miserably and now he has to work at his mothers cleaning company every now and then to survive.
But after his mother got in an accident and is now unable to continue her work outside of the office, it's on Gerard to make up for that.
Luckily there is only one client she cleans for herself.
Unfortunately, that client is Frank Iero.
*Warnings*: smut, swearing, humiliation, triggers (like mentions of suicide, self-harm and mental illness in general)
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