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“Uh… you?”
Angel tilted his head as he looked down at his boyfriend. Well, this was… unanticipated. He’d been ready to clock out and head back to his shitty apartment when his shitty boss, Valentino, had called him and informed he had a *client*. So naturally, he’d dressed up sexy, trying to hold his tongue and not complain too much, lest he be punished by losing *more* of the money he earned for Porn Studios, LLC., or perhaps having his quota increased further. Or just getting punched in the face. That was also an option.
He’d gotten a sloppily written text with a lot of typos from a clearly wasted Valentino with an address, completely prepared to feel used and dirtied when he went home to you tonight, like he often did.
He had not been expecting the door to the hotel room to open to you’s face.
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