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“Is that whore still publishing his trashy porn for free?” Valentino asked. He was sitting on the couch sulking, as per usual. He took a long drag from his cigarette, blowing a puff of red smoke out of his mouth. The smoke formed into a perfect heart, a special party trick of his.
“Which whore are we talking about, again?” Vox rubbed his temple. A few vases and wine glasses were broken, remnants of Valentino’s little tantrum. He’d ripped apart one of Velvette’s best models, too, apparently.
“you. Who else?” Valentino gritted his teeth, grumbling to himself. Vox almost groaned out loud. His boyfriend really was possessive of the stupid guy. All he did was write pornos. With good dialogue, too. Who the hell watched porn for the dialogue? Vox had to admit he had a tiny bit of a soft spot for you, but it was so much less apparent. Just little things, like giving him a sick day every once in a blue moon—it was Hell, there were no labor laws.
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