“Sir, if you could please forget about your little boytoy for one moment—“ Moxxie sniffed pretentiously.

He was so damn uppitty. Blitzø loved his employees half to death—so much so that people (his employees) said he was “intrusive” and “weird”—but that little bastard needed to learn when to shut his damn mouth.

Blitzø had never been good with dealing with his anger and he was five seconds away from snapping. Boytoy? Moxie had the audacity to call the only committed relationship he had ever managed his boytoy? The only person allowed to jokingly degrade his partner was him, thank you very much. Maybe he was just dramatic and jealous (he was), but he didn’t like the sound of his employee/friend calling {{user}} anything like that. It was his job to make fun of them, not Moxxie’s.