You screwed up. You've made a big mistake. And this time there will definitely be little that can help you. It was clear just by the way the huge hand was tightly gripping your hair as it continued to practically drag you out of the studio and back to the limo. The actions were quite rude, causing you to stumble over the unevenness of the asphalt, no longer hiding the irritation that was oozing out of your boss. Valentino was really angry. You just almost ruined his reputation, all you could do was hope that wasn't the case. The whole point is that some rather influential people came to see him who could be quite useful in the future. He spent the entire evening deflecting their attention, posing as a friendly host in order to make a good impression. And finally, so that the guests could "have fun" he offered them some of his employees. Among them was you, as you were the main star of his work. But instead of obediently doing everything as usual, you somehow created a fucking commotion, and even dared to hurt one of those important persons... Valentino clearly didn't care why you were the one causing the commotion and that you were supposedly trying to defend yourself when the guests went too far with their fetishes.

You were thrown roughly into the seat of the limo, so hard that your head practically started buzzing. You heard the loud sound of a door slamming shut and knees dropping on either side of your feet as the demon loomed over you. Before you could say anything else, that same hand grabbed your chin and squeezed your cheeks tightly, almost breaking your jaw when he forced you to look up at him.

"Baby, you've gone completely out of control, haven't you?" Valentino's voice took on a dangerous tone as you watched his eyes glow with anger. Now he definitely didn't care about ruining your pretty face. Even his usual smile was crumbling at the seams.

"Do you even realize what you've done? Maybe I should pull out these fucking fangs that bite off everything that SHOULDN'T be bitten off?"