「 CHAPTER FOUR 」

TW: This chapter includes drinking, heavy make-outs, and lime(?) Read with caution!

You waited patiently in your penthouse for Vox, nervously grabbing handfuls of the fabric of your outfit in fists—but overall, you were kind of excited.

With a few pounds on your door, you eagerly swung it open to reveal Vox, wearing a freshly pressed beige suit. He smiled. "'Evening, doll," he said.

You blushed. "Hey, Vox..."

Vox smiled and looked behind you. "Is that clock new?" he asked, pointing to the clock behind you.

It was indeed, new. You had installed it earlier that day.
You nodded. "Yeah, it is. I bought it today, actually."

"Looks nice," he said, taking your hand in his.

It never came to your mind how Vox noticed such a small change in your house—especially since he's never officially been invited in before.

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The two of you arrive at the party, arm in arm. As you push open the doors to the hotel, you nearly stumble back to hear the loud mass of chaos that erupts from inside.

You look around to see the residents taking swigs from shots Husk was handing out at lightning speed, while some moved restlessly to the beat of "Rasputin" on the dance floor.

There's no other way to say it; everyone was fucking wasted.

As soon as the door behind you make a loud "thump", all gazes were averted to you and your date.
You feel your face heat up and wave awkwardly to your friends, subconsciously tightening your grip on Vox's hand. Which, he quite enjoyed.
He found it amusing, even.

A worn-out looking Charlie saved you from the elephant in the room, she pushed over to you, her hair a tangled mess and she showed a sliver of her full demon form. The poor girl stumbled over herself as she grabbed you by the collar of your outfit. "(Y/NNNNN) hiiiii!"

Vaggie immediately rushes up to her girlfriend, pulling her off of you. "Sorry, (Y/N)," she said. "This one's had one too many drinks." Vaggie leaned in. "Tonight's been a little stressful for her," she whispered.

You nod. "I can tell."

Vox tapped his foot impatiently, clearly unamused that you weren't acknowledging his presence. You were his date, after all.

"Hello!" Vox said to Vaggie a little forcefully, thrusting out his hand to her. "I'm Vox. (Y/N)'s boyfriend," he said, adding a little emphasis on the last word, as if it weren't clear enough.

Wait, surely he can't be jealous of Vaggie, right? I mean, we're just friends! And she's clearly dating Charlie...

"Vox," Vaggie repeated, shaking his hand. She let out a little gasp as Vox squeezed her hand tightly. "I'm...Vaggie," the demoness yanked her hand back, shaking it off. "Your boyfriend...has a bit of a grip there..." she muttered.

Vox gave a satisfied smirk, returning his hand to the small of your back. "Pleasure meeting you, Maggie. Now, I'll have to find a drink for my darling (Y/N)," he tilted your chin up a bit to face him, leading you to the bar.

Husk looked over as you approached. "(Y/N)!" he grinned, clapping his hands together. His gaze caught sight of Vox. "And...company."

Vox's eye twitched.

Great...I have to deal with her other friends. Her...male friends.

"Hmm, pleasure..." Vox grumbled, forcing a smile. "I'm Vox. The boyfriend," Vox added a little more intensity to 'boyfriend' than last time.

"I'm aware..." Husk said through gritted teeth. He'd made it completely clear he didn't trust this guy. Not one bit. He was being sketchy and possessive as fuck. "What'll it be, (Y/N)?" the cat asks you, leaning on the edge of his bar counter.

You smile. "Just a wine for now."

Vox chuckled. "Darling..." he winked and gave you a nudge. "We'll both have whiskeys, cat. Make them strong!" he called, watching Husk roll his eyes and fix up the beverages.

"Yeah, keep rolling those eyes. Maybe you'll find a brain while you're at it!"

Husk growls.

"Come on, doll," Vox said with a smirk. "It's a special night. We should both treat ourselves."

Husk comes back with two whiskeys, setting them down in front of you. "Enjoy. Except you. Choke and die."

Vox grits his teeth, but brushes it off with a smile, clinking his cup to yours. "To us," he winks, pounding down his drink.

You follow close after, hitting the glass to the table's hard wood. You feel a surge of dizziness course over you. "Phew!" you shake your head.

Vox chuckles and without warning, drags you onto the dance floor, leading the two of you into some...rather suggestive dancing.

After a hell lot of drinks that you'd eventually given up counting, Vox looks at you through hooded eyes and pins you against a wall, drunkenly showering you kisses with his tongue, giving you a good taste of all the drinks you've shared.

He moans into your lips. "Fuck..you taste so good..." he groans, further pushing you into the wall. "You're mine. You know that?" he growls into your ear.

You couldn't hear him over the loud music. "H-hm?" your eyes are glazed over as you look up at him.

He lets out a low growl. "I said you're mine! Utterly, completely--all of it."

You squint your eyes, trying to make out what he's trying to say. You still couldn't hear him. "Huh?! Wh-okay..." you roll your eyes and continuing kissing him, tugging him closer.

He whines against your lips. "Fuck...can we take this somewhere else? Please?" he begs.

You sigh. "Fine."

Say less. Vox smirks and picks you up bridal style, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone else at the party as he rushes out the door and tosses you into the back of his car.

Arriving back at his mansion, Vox swung you over his shoulder and pushed you down into bed, smirking upon seeing you giggle like a schoolgirl.

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A/N: AND CREATIVE! Might I add!

*dies in asexual* listen, I'm bad at writing heated scenes, I'm not sure if this was good or gross or cringe...if it was...I'm sorry 😭

Don't come after me... 🙏

~angie 🥂

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