vanilla
Angel was pissed at you.
Your spoken contract with Valentino meant you couldn't speak a word of it to anyone, that including Angel. You attempted to explain the situation but he was clearly hurt you wouldn't tell him. He stormed off and away from you once outside Valentinos office and you felt it better to let him come to you when he was ready.
Now it was the next day and you were plastered across every social media platform and news outlet.
You didn't care anymore, considering you had Valentinos protection the second he posted you as a worker on his website. But not one for sale, of course. As a matter of fact you were currently looking over your spoken contract that Valentino had his assistant send to you.
Reading the pretty and slanted font on the flatscreen you held the keyboard in your lap, scrolling through and reading the definite terms.
♡︎ SPOKEN AGREEMENT BETWEEN VALENTINO AND (Y/N) ♡︎
• NO PROSTITUTION
• 10 % PROFIT FOR VALENTINO
• VALENTINOS MANAGEMENT
• VALENTINOS CLOTHING CHOICES TO BE WORN DURING LIVESTREAMS
• (Y/N) DECIDES LIVESTREAM SCHEDULING
• PAY FOR DATES ONCE A MONTH
• (Y/N) GETS TO PICK DATE
• GUARANTEED PROTECTION FOR (Y/N)
• (Y/N) IS TO COME WHEN BECKONED
• (Y/N) IS PERMITTED TO LEAVE SAID SPOKEN CONTRACT WHENEVER SHE PLEASES
You blow out a raspberry after starring the email and saving it to your business drive. You purse your lips and the alarm on your phone goes off just across the room on your dresser. Your eyes narrow in slight annoyance remembering the day you had ahead.
Due to Valentinos new control over your wardrobe he scheduled a shopping trip for you today, and he was unfortunately going to assist you the entirety of it.
You'd rather chew on glass but alas you really didn't have any other choice.
Crawling out of bed you walk towards your phone and shut off the soft tune. Then you glance down to your oversized clothing and groan dramatically, realizing you have to look presentable for Valentino.
Maybe someone breaking into my house wouldn't be so bad.
❦
"Don't you look sweet enough to eat."
You snort softly at Valentinos compliment while sitting inside of the limo, you have one leg crossed over the other as you gaze out of the window. The limo begins to drive to the wealthier boutiques and shops. You bite down on the inside of your cheek,"I don't see why you need to buy me clothes. I have perfectly fine outfits."
You turn to Valentino with a slight frown and he is sitting back, his long arms outstretched and crossed over his torso. A cloud of red smoke leaves his lips,"I personalize all of my workers outfits. Seeing it on their bodies gives me quite the feeling." He shoots you a wink behind those heart-rim shades of his and you turn away quickly.
You begin to ponder what kind of style Valentino has in mind for you. But you look out of the window when the limo comes to a slow stop. With curiosity you look around and notice you're parked outside of expensive penthouses.
Valentino glances to you and notices the confusion riddled across your beautiful features. He pulls out his phone and begins to tap away at it, the cigarette resting between his gloved fingers. "My friends are coming along with us. I always trust their input. I'd ask if you mind but I don't give a shit."
You grow irritated at his attitude and insulting words until you think over who could possibly be friends with such a horny jackass. You feel your cheeks warm up,"Your friends are Velvet and V-Vox right? The doll and TV demon?" You internally hope Valentino didn't notice your slight stutter on Vox's name.
But he did. For now he doesn't mention it, he simply nods and watches as you turn away. Interesting...
You hear the limo door open and your warming cheeks begin to tinge a soft pink. You felt so immature as you began to blush at the idea of your little celebrity crush leering at you in lingerie. A small crush you developed upon seeing him fight during a turf war against the Radio Demon. Angel teased you for a week straight when he heard about that one.
He was hot, what could you say?
The door slams shut and you feel a presence sit aside you. Turning to said presence you're relieved to notice it isn't Vox, he sits across from you. Velvet wears a large grin on her features. As the car begins to move Valentino puts out his cigarette.
"Vox, Velvet, this is (Y/N), a.k.a Rose Valentine.",you didn't mind he told your real name to these two.Velvet bounces with excitement and she gasps softly while grabbing your outstretched hand and yanking you towards her.
"Its great to finally meet you! Can I just say I'm a big fan!",you blink back with blushing cheeks and nod with a smile. You shake her hand which is clasped tightly in yours.
"Thank you! That's very sweet.",you turn to Vox who leans back just as Valentino does. His mismatched eyes run over you and cause chills to run up your spine, he holds out his gloved hand. The crooked grin on his scarred face makes your heart pound.
Reaching forward to shake his hand he doesn't do that. Instead he brings your knuckles up to his lips and kisses them gently.
His red eye winks at you,"I'm a big fan too."
You exhale softly and slowly nod while your smile seems to shake,"Th-Thank you.",you stammer out sheepishly.
Valentino looks between the two of you and he narrows his eyes slightly. He especially looks to the blush on your cheeks and spread across the bridge of your nose. He takes a mental note of your obvious behavior and remains silent the rest of the ride to the shops.
Upon getting there and off the limo Valentinos arms wrap around you. Wrapping around your shoulders and waist you look up at him with narrowed eyes, he simply blows you a kiss.
Tearing away from him he narrows his own eyes nevertheless he leads you into one of his favorite adult shops, one that he owns.
You look around the unfamiliar red toned shop and coo at the strange sex contraptions and scandalous clothing. Walking ahead and away from the trio your eyes skim over the lingerie and stripper-esque attire. The tall heels grabbing your attention.
"Can you walk in those?",Valentino inquires while watching you pick up a pair of black six inch platform stilettos. You turn to him with a scoff and a slight raise of your brow,"I can do everything in these heels. Can you?" Despite your partially joking tone on that last question Valentino nods with a grin.
"I actually can.",he responds with a bit of smugness. And for the first time you give him a genuine grin and nod. A bit of an impressed hum leaves your lips.
Valentino can't help but feel his grin soften at that sight. But he also can't help but comment,"Huh you look pretty when you ain't giving me the stink eye you know?" His arm wraps around your shoulder and you roll your eyes at his words. But his comment elicits a soft laugh.
"Don't be such a jackass all the time and I won't need to give you the stink-eye.",Valentino shoved aside that retort all because of the soft laugh you let out. Your smile wider as you look up at him and you didn't even shove his arm off of you.
Truth be told you hadn't noticed yet.
"Hey, Rose.",Vox calls your cam name and you turn to him with a soft hum. You then realize Valentinos arm is around your shoulder and you shrug it off, walking towards Vox. You look up at him and he holds a black harness set, silver spikes adorn the leather.
Your eyes widen slightly as you take it from his hands, he tucks his own into the pockets of his slacks,"I think it'd look nice on you, it has two wings that go in the back right there." He points it out and you nod with a soft smile on your lips.
"You've got quite the eye, Vox, this is super cute.",you praise the tall man while feeling the fantastic material with your manicured hands. Velvet walks up to you with a lingerie piece in her hand, its a pretty and revealing lavender lace piece. You smile brightly at her and coo over it.
Valentino watches as you and Velvet begin to scour throughout the sex shop, Vox walks over to Valentino.
Vox's eyes haven't left you,"So she's not for sale?" Valentino chuckles and shakes his head while watching Velvet hold up a ridiculously large dildo.
"No she's not. She refused to prostitute. Sorry, V. She wouldn't even sign a fuckin' contract.",Valentino looks up to his ex-boyfriend with a grin on his features. Vox looks to Valentino with a shrug,"That's too bad. She's one of the most beautiful women I've seen."
Valentino nods and his eyes narrow slightly, an idea pops in his head and he turns to Vox,"You know she has a crush on you right?" Vox eyes widen as he looks between you and Valentino, a smile spreads across his face.
"What? How do you know?" Valentino snorts and rolls his eyes while pushing up his heart rimmed shades.
"She started blushing like a fuckin' schoolgirl when you entered the limo. She couldn't be anymore obvious." Vox nodded to Valentinos humored reply. Truth be told Vox noticed your flushed face but assumed it was something different. With that knowledge he turned to Valentino and gave him a knowing smirk, walking towards you.
"Wow ten inches?",your brows raise as Velvet finishes telling her story with a proud nod. She shrugs and places down the stiletto boot,"It hurt for like a week after." She leans against you and begins to laugh loudly at your shocked and slightly fearful face.
You eventually giggle along with the doll demon and you coo as you notice a pair of fluffy pink cuffs. You gently prod at the fur, you like the soft feeling. Not to mention the small white hearts were cute.
"Hey Velvet what do you think of these—"
You stop speaking abruptly when she sprays a flavored perfume and the sickly sweet scent of vanilla fills your senses. Velvet looks up when you stop speaking,"What were you saying? Sorry I wanted to try a taste of this perfume! Want some?" She grabs your hand to spray you but you yank your hand away.
Your heart pounds and you step back only to feel someones hands on your hips.
You envision its his hands.
"Get the fuck off of me!"
You shout in the empty shop and turn around to roughly shove away Vox.
The trio look at you with slightly wide eyes and parted lips. They notice the way your chest rises and falls and the way your hand comes up to cover your mouth and nose. Your clenched eyes open slowly and you realize what kind of scene you just caused.
You swallow hard and the all too familiar vanilla scent burns into your nostrils.
Slowly dropping your hand you shake your head and grab a fistful of your hair,"I—I um—I'm sorry I didn't—excuse me." Before any of them can stop you, you shove past Vox and hurry out of the store. Chills coat your skin and dance up your spine.
"Its your job. I own you remember?"
You begin to black out everything around you as his gruff voice enters your head once more. Pushing down your living world life for so long it was no wonder how something as little as his scent managed to trigger you.
"Do you like the perfume I bought you?"
You ran into the nearest alleyway and your chest rose and fell rapidly. Your shaking hands pulled your phone from the harness around your thigh and you dialed the only person you could think of, despite your reluctance.
The dial rang and bounced in your head like a pinball until he picked up the landline,”Yes?”
You shakily exhaled,”Hey...Pen...its me. Can you come pick me up?”