More To Learn
There is a tense silence between the two of you. With a shaky exhale your gaze remains on his.
"W-What are you doing, Alastor?",your voice is soft and wavering. He smiles widely and cocks his head gently, not offering you a response. You bite your lip gently before taking a chance.
"You're a smart man, you wouldn't dare try something here.",you breathe out as he leans in close. His scent of expensive cologne wafts into your senses, its nearly intoxicating. Little do you know he feels the same while inhaling your sweet scent.
He chuckles darkly and lets the barrel press harder below your chin, you whimper softly. That soft whimper is nearly enough to make his knees give out below him.
"Are you sure about that?",he questions in an amused tone. Feeling the barrel against your chin you begin to rationally think of how to remove yourself from this situation. You were sure he wouldn't dare do anything here, but then again he slaughter those two goons with ease in public.
Thats when you heard Vox's voice resonate in your ear.
"Remember, you want to distract them for a moment, then you make your move." You could feel the fake gun against your forehead as Vox stood over you. "You get one chance so don't fuck up."
You silently thanked god for Vox's overprotectiveness and forcing you to do some basic self-defense training with him.
Inhaling deeply your chest rose and fell as you pondered how to distract Alastor. He was a smart man...but he was still a man, right?
"I'll do anything."
His brows lower and eyes narrow as you say this. Your tone is soft and silky, shaking slightly yet you attempt to conceal it. Your hands let the crumpled papers fall to the ground beneath you two. Alastors eyes don't leave yours as he hears the sound of them falling to the carpet.
What game are you playing, (Y/N)...?
He attempted to search your eyes for any tell sign, but they were clouded with complexity. Your voice rang out again as you leaned forward and felt the gun glide across your warming skin. Reaching up your manicured fingers began to undo the first button.
"Don't hurt me...please?" Alastors eyes fall to the feeling of your elbows brushing against his torso and he swallows hard. Your cleavage becomes exposed as you unbutton your top. His eyes seem stuck to the red lace above the curve of your breast for a few moments,"(Y/N) what—"
Noticing his distraction your hand wraps around his wrist and in just a matter of seconds you have his arm pinned behind his back. The gun clatters to the ground as you press him against the wall. Using your heel you kick the gun behind you. It glides underneath the gray couch.
Alastor was completely bewildered. Many other victims tried the same thing on him, seducing him never worked. If anything it only further irritated him.
So why did it work this time? Why was his face warming up and sweat gathering on the nape of his neck?
"What the blazes!?",he exclaims with a look of pure shock across his tanned face. He feels his face heat up and grow red as you lift his arm higher. He winces in pain yet feels a slight strange stir below his belt. His shoulders begin to shake with laughter, his face now neutral. The papers crinkle beneath his boots.
"Let me go, (Y/N). That's an order.",his voice is dark and stern yet holds bits and shreds of amusement. You hesitate for a moment before you quickly let him go and step back. You attempted to conceal your smug expression.
He turns around with that soft grin, gently rolling his shoulder and rubbing his wrist,"My, my, seems I underestimated you, darling. Wherever did you learn how to do that?" He questions with a lowered brow and you breathe out slowly. He didn't look upset or angered, if anything he looked impressed.
"Heat of the moment.",you lie straight through your teeth with a soft grin. Alastor lets out a soft hum and lets his shoulders relax,"Well I apologize for that my dear. Its quite fun seeing you so...restrained. I did not think you had that in you."
You began to feel pissed off. Who the hell did this jackass think he was?
Alastor noticed your lips turn down in a tight frown and your brows furrowed. Your arms were tightly crossed over your exposed chest and your heel was tapping against the ground rhythmically.
"Smile my dear! You're never fully dressed without one.",he begins to roll down his dress shirt sleeves, that grin on his features shifts into a smirk,"And speaking of fully dressed you may want to make yourself decent."
You blinked back and glanced down, a harsh blush swept across your cheeks and you turned to button up the small white buttons. A soft chuckle bubbles in your throat and you feel your anger dissolve slightly.
"I didn't think you were a man to be so easily swayed, Alastor.",you teased with your back turned to him. He steps forward and leans down to your ear. You freeze yet again, your face warming up at his soft voice.
"I suppose we both have much to learn about one another."
You could have sworn you felt his lips graze against your earlobe. He steps away and lifts up his jacket from the chair with a bit of dramatic pizzazz. You finally turn once you're decent and watch as he pulls his red blazer on.
"Get the empty gun beneath the couch, pick up these notes and lets get going shall we? I believe the work day ends in just an hour.",he offers you a grin and knowing look as he straightens his cheaters and turns to head for the door.
You register what he said and scoff, raising your voice slightly,"Empty!?"
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"He hasn't left the bed for a week, Val! We have to do something.",the short pale woman sighed in exasperation while leading the dark-skinned man up the steps of the mansion. Her pigtails bounced as she did with every step.
"I know, Velvet. I even offered the poor shmuck one of my workers on the house and he refused...but I think I've got the solution this time." Both friends enter the businessmans room with caution. Velvet it the first to speak up, her high pitched betty boop tone cuts through the air.
"Hey, Voxxy. We're back, how are you?",Velvet speaks in a soft tone and Valentino turns on the bright lights. Vox silently curses as he sits up with a grunt. His usually sleek hair is messy and his clean shaven jaw has grown some faint stubble.
“Jeez ya look like shit, Vox.”,Valentino says with a soft laugh before Velvet smacks his shoulder roughly. She glares at him before Vox speaks up with a scoff.
“Yeah sorry I don’t look like the fucking queen.”,he sounds irritated and exhausted. Its been a week since you left him. Since his heart shattered and broke watching you leave.
He hadn’t slept or eaten these past few days due to his aching heart. His best companions Velvet and Valentino knew about you, you of course didn’t know this. They knew how much Vox loves you and they couldn’t imagine the heartache he was experiencing. Although Val’s best hooker had ran away he was pissed but not hurt. He shoved aside his feelings for his childhood friend, ready to stand at his side.
Velvet spoke again, sitting aside Vox on the large bed,”Listen, you needa get out and have some fun V. Sulking and letting your heart disintegrate inside your room all day isn’t going to help you or make you feel better.”
Vox rubbed his mismatched eyes and held his face in his hands,”You don’t get it Vetty. I lost the love of my life, my fuckin’ soulmate...all because I was too afraid to face my families or the publics bullshit. I’m such a pussy.”
Vox began to bite the inside of his cheek and let his fingers tangle in his messy hair. He felt his heart cracking more just speaking about you.
Valentino watched his best friend crumble. Guilt and sadness hit his usually dead heart. With a heavy sigh Val lifted his heart shades to rest atop his buzzed head.
“She loves you, Vox. From all the sappy crap you’ve told us you two are meant to be. Trust me, there’s no way she won’t come back. And when she does you can make everything up to her alright?”
Velvet has a warm smile spread across her black lips and Vox looks up with a weak smile. Valentino feels warmth within his heart as he looks at Voxs soft smile.
“Who’s the sappy one now?”,he grins and Valentino lands a hard punch to his bare muscular shoulder. With a playful eyeroll he crosses his arms over his chest,”Now we should all start packing.”
Velvet and Vox look at their companion with confused eyes. Valentino gives a soft grin,”My birthday is in a week, so leading up to it I thought we’d spend some time in one of the most lively cities that parties day and night!”
Vox and Velvet share a look of confusion and Valentino groans,”You are both dumbasses. We’re going to New Orleans. I’ve got a friend that’s recommended one of the best speakeasies in the country. So what do you say? Lets go and give ourselves a break?”
Vox throws up his hands with a shrug,”What the hell why not!”