Your writing is so good! I love Clover!! Such a little guy! Can't wait for the next chapter! Take your time though.
Waaaahh, thank you!! đ„șđ„șâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž it makes me so happy that other people care about my lil self indulgent story!! I've been sick this week, but I'm starting to feel a lot better so Chapter 4 should be coming out soon!
((A/N: Trigger warnings for this episode include more substance abuse, more self esteem getting wrecked, and a PTSD episode depicted))
It was only ten, but already the club was packed with sinners clamoring against each other to talk to Val. It was nothing unusual though- people always tended to flock to him, be it for his fame or for his connections. Honestly, it was a total ego boost having all these people just desperate for his attention. He loved the way they clung to him, showed off for him. Clover could see in the way he puffed up and preened that he was soaking up every second of this night. Clover, on the other hand, couldnât be more miserable. He stood closer than usual to Valentinoâs side, shaking imperceptibly as he tried to keep his composure. Why couldnât they have just gone to the usual club they always visit? Why did they have to mix it up and try someplace new?
When theyâd been choosing a destination for tonightâs club visit, Valentino had picked out a newly opened club, a fancy new joint run by someone from the Greed ring. Clover didnât actually know much about the other rings outside Pride, since sinners werenât allowed to go there- but if heâd known anything about the demons from Greed he probably would have refused to come to this club at all. Because if heâd known Greed was primarily inhabited by fishlike denizens, he might have been able to predict the giant fucking pool in the middle of the club. Plenty of people were enjoying the water, sipping cocktails and sitting on inflatable pool furniture, but Clover gave the pool as wide a berth as possible. He wasnât really good with deep water, and while the pool wasnât exactly made for diving, it was certainly deeper than a bathtub. All in all, Clover wanted nothing to do with it- which worked out since Val didnât particularly feel like getting his wings wet.
Mostly, Val and the people who flocked to him sat in a lounge area near the pool. It wasnât so bad over here, but every time Clover had to get up to get drinks he came back shaking⊠there was just so much risk. People dipping and moving around him, slick water under his feet threatening to make him slip⊠it felt like any wrong move could make him slip. He knew there would still be a few more hours here before Valentino was ready to leave, since heâd never known the man to leave a night club before one in the morning, but he hoped he might be able to find an excuse to go home sick at some point and save himself this stress.Â
Staring at the pool as if it was an animal that might lunge to attack him, Clover didnât particularly notice the conversations going on around him- or the particularly catty girl remarking to Val about how she thought Clover might like to go for a swim. Maybe he could have done something to stop her. Instead, he didnât notice until her hands were shoving the back of his shoulders, gales of laughter erupting behind him as he plunged into the water.Â
At first, Val thought it was funny. He figured Clover was just being his usual tightass self, too tired and antisocial to loosen up and have a little fun. He thought a little dip in the pool would bring him out laughing, or sputtering indignantly. He didnât expect whatever the fuck was happening now, thatâs for sure.Â
Clover stayed under the water for one second.Â
Two.Â
Three.
Val stopped counting after three, because after three seconds he was shoving the bitches off his arms, pushing through anyone who was stupid enough to get in his way. He didnât know why he cared so much, heâd seen plenty of personal assistants and employees die- hell, heâd killed plenty of them himself. He was barely even thinking about the âwhyâ of his actions, just the fact that if Clover did drown, he was killing everyone here.Â
Even on the chubbier side, and sopping wet, Clover didnât weigh much to Val. He was easily fished from the pool with one hand, and dropped onto one of the lounge chairs nearby. If Valentino had been thinking logically in the slightest, he would have realized that a few seconds underwater is nowhere near enough to actually drown- but to be fair, Cloverâs state wasnât exactly reassuring. He wasnât coughing up water or anything, thank god, but he was shivering hard, his eyes wide with terror, staring off into space.
Valentino didnât give a shit that he himself had been laughing and encouraging this moments before. He didnât give a shit that the girl couldnât possibly have known how strongly Clover would react to a little dip in the pool. There was a bullet through her brain before she could even beg for her life, the gun still smoking in Valâs hand as he used the other to call for the limo to pick him up.Â
By the time the limo showed up, Clover was a bit drier, but still pretty shell-shocked. Val tossed a towel over his head and shoulders, a haphazard attempt to dry him off better, and once Clover was lucid enough to notice it, he used the towel to dry himself off.Â
They hadnât spoken almost at all since Clover arrived with him at the club, but now Valentino broke the silence, squinting a little at Clover in the dim club lighting. âWhat had your panties in such a knot over a little dip in the pool? You looked like someone just killed your whole family or some shit, it was intense.â His tone was bright- probably too bright, honestly. He didnât do this whole âask people about their feelingsâ shit much, and he wasnât really sure why he was doing it now either.Â
ââŠI donât want to talk about it.â Clover shook his head stiffly.Â
âFine, I donât really care either way. Just donât act like a kicked puppy the whole way home.â Val shrugged, downing the rest of his drink. âLimoâs here. Weâre leaving early- Vox called about some whore who works for me stirring up shit at home.â He wasnât sure why he lied to Clover about why he called the limo to come get them, but he was pretty sure Clover had been too out of it when he made the call to actually remember and call him out on it, so it wasnât like anyone would know he lied anyhow.Â
Clover nodded soundlessly, following Val out of the club and into the car. It was a relief to be away from the water, and it felt like all the tension was suddenly drained from his body, leaving him exhausted. He did his best to stay awake, though he was half-asleep the entire ride back to Vee Tower. Valentino motioned for Clover to follow him onto the elevator, then directed it up to the penthouse floor Val lived on. âGo sit down and wait for me to get back. Iâll need you to read me some paperwork after I finish with Vox.âÂ
Clover settled down on the couch and waited for the sound of the elevator going back down before he allowed himself to flop down across the couch and lay there. He only meant to lay and relax for a few minutes, then make himself busy by cleaning up and making a drinkâŠ. But by the time Val returned to the penthouse, Clover was fast asleep, curled up with a pillow under his head and his hair rumpled.Â
Valentinoâs first thought was not a pure one, to be quite honest. Frankly, he found himself wondering how heavy a sleeper Clover was, and how much he might be able to get away with. This didnât set off any flags about his emotional state regarding Clover to him- this was the sort of thought he would probably have if anybody cute fell asleep like that where they were alone with him. The truly unusual thought was worry- worry that Clover might have hypothermia or something from a five second dip in the pool, and even more worry when he noticed that even in his sleep, Clover was still shaking. Could sinners even get hypothermia in Hell? It didnât seem like they should be able toâŠ
It took Valentino a few minutes of standing there to realize Cloverâs shaking was more from emotion than a physical reaction. He must be having a nightmare of some sort. Val didnât really understand why, but he wanted to make it better somehow⊠well, that was a lie. He sort of understood that he was getting attached, but he didnât want to admit it to himself. He hated the idea of it with everything in him. He hated the idea of being weak that way, of caring so much about anyone else. He hated the idea of someone having the power to make him feel these shitty, soft things- and he was tempted to walk away and leave Clover to his nightmares just to prove a point.Â
Eventually he negotiated with himself- today had been a weak point. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow heâd go back to his usual self and not give a shit about Clover other than kind of enjoying that wounded animal expression he made when he heard Val say something cruel. But⊠tomorrow wasnât here yet, was it? So tonight⊠Tonight he sat on the floor next to the couch, letting one wing drape over Cloverâs body, and fell asleep with his head against Cloverâs stomach. Tomorrow this all had to be done, but tonight he would take care of his lamb. Just tonight.Â
By the time morning came, Valentino had already woken up and left his post next to the couch, pretending to be asleep in the bed as always- though Clover could tell something was different off the bat. For one thing, Val was still asleep at nine in the morning, when he usually woke up and got started on work at seven or eight. For another, he was fully clothed. That man had never slept with more than a pair of underwear on in the entire time Clover had known him, and heâd been there for plenty of mornings by now.Â
Still, Clover got up and started doing his usual morning tasks, brewing coffee and checking his phone for any new messages or alerts. Of course there were none- after all, he didnât really know anybody except Val. Heâd never really spent much time socializing outside work, and the one time heâd spent a little time during work hours on socializing, the guy he was talking to got fired on the spot. Needless to say, he hadnât really had much success in making friends.Â
Valentino began to stir as the smell and sound of brewing coffee filled the room, stretching with a fake yawn. âWhat time is it?âÂ
âItâs about nine. You slept later than you usually do- I would have woken you sooner, but I slept longer than usual too.â Clover braced himself for the irritation and scolding, but just got a little huff in response.Â
âTake a break from work before tonight. Go buy yourself something fun to wear for once.â He looked Clover up and down, his gold tooth sparkling as he shot Clover a grin. âIâm pretty sure those office clothes were ruined by the chlorine anyhow. Get yourself something that will look better in the clubs.âÂ
âAlright then. What time should I be back?âÂ
âJust be here to get in the limo before ten. Maybe get your hair done too, itâs a mess.âÂ
Clover nodded, though inside he was a little stung. He knew he didnât look great, but did he really need more than twelve hours just to get presentable? âIâll make sure to get something suitable.â
It wasnât until Clover got to the bottom of the elevator that he remembered he hadnât been given any extra money to pick up all these fancy new clothes- or well, he didnât remember being given any more money, but when he checked his back pocket to count the last of the cash in there, the stack was significantly more substantial than he remembered it being. When had Val managed to sneak money into his back pocket? That had to be what happened- after all, how else would the money mysteriously appear like that?
After wondering for a bit, Clover decided it was better not to think too hard about that. Right now, he had to worry about the task of finding an outfit that would look good in a night club but still let him do all his work. Surprisingly, the task did end up taking a good chunk of the time he had- but he ended up settling on a pleated white skirt, shorter than he would usually dare, and a loose white shirt made of sheer lace. It wasâŠ. Brave, that was for sure, as were the platform sneakers he was sure would be killing his feet by the end of the night. Still- heâd been given a chance, and he found himself wanting to use it to show Val he could look not just âacceptableâ, but actually good.Â
When all was said and done, Clover had spent a good amount of the money given to him, but he looked⊠pretty incredible. More effeminate than he would usually wear, but Hell didnât seem to have many hangups about what men should wear- even trans men. When he arrived at Vee tower, he was surprised by the amount of looks he got. People seemed to start looking at him like he actually mattered- which felt good, but also a bit intimidating after so long of being ignored and overlooked.Â
Coming out to meet the Limo, Val didnât even notice Clover at first- he was busy looking for his drab, simple-looking assistant, and his eyes skipped right over Clover. When he took a second look and realized how Clover was dressed, he felt a pang of pride and satisfaction at seeing him dressed up in clothes Val paid for, looking as good as anyone Val would recruit. He also felt a pang of possessiveness, a sudden hatred for anyone taking too close of a look. He grinned as he approached, but it was a strained sort of look. âGood, youâve finally learned how to dress right!â
Even his compliments were backhanded, and Clover straightened, a nervous little smile betraying just how little attention Clover usually got. âItâs definitely more revealing than what I usually wear- but this is the amount of skin people at the clubs usually show, right?âÂ
âActually, youâre pretty conservative as clubs go. You have a shirt on, donât you? You could do to show more skin if you wanted, chiquito.â Valâs first instinct was to cover his jealousy with his usual flirtation, and by the color washing across Cloverâs face, it seemed to be working.Â
At the club, Clover found himself back in a familiar routine. He didnât listen as closely as usual to the conversations Valentino and his new recruits were having- because frankly, he didnât think he could handle it if someone said something mean tonight. He was already out of his comfort zone and nervous about being dressed this way, he didnât need to hear anything bad. He noticed, though, that he seemed to be getting a lot more attention- not just from people staring, but from people trying to talk to him and flirt with him.
Val noticed too. He would have been an idiot not to- and despite his promises that today would be different from last night, he couldnât help wanting to tear everyone who even breathed at Clover to shreds. He wasnât the type to share well, and this newfound confidence and outfit was making it look more and more like he was going to have to share Clover. So⊠he did something about it. Something cruel. He raised his voice a little, chatting up one of the boys he was doing his best to recruit.Â
âYou could really make a living this way, you know. Not just a living, baby, a fortune. Youâve really got that something special about you- not everyone has what it takes to be a star, you know. The looks, the bodyâŠ~â He was speaking to the man sitting under his arm, but as Val spoke, he let his eyes drag up and down Cloverâs frame before he let out a laugh. The vapid idiots around him laughed too- of course they did, theyâd laugh at their motherâs funeral if they thought itâd get them closer to fame. But what Val was looking for was Cloverâs reaction, and he got exactly what he was looking for.Â
That newfound confidence crumped as quickly as it had bloomed, and Clover seemed to crawl into his shell before Valentinoâs very eyes. His eyes watered a little with tears, and- yeah, maybe Val got a little hard seeing him like that, seeing how much power he had over Cloverâs feelings.Â
âGo get us another round, chiquito, and make it quick this time.â Val waved Clover off, satisfied that heâd be fine unsupervised now.Â
Oh, but how wrong he was. He waited twenty minutes for those drinks, then thirty. Ten, even twenty minutes could be excused by a busy bartender⊠but half an hour- something was up.Â
Across the bar, Clover had already finished three of the shots ordered for Valâs little gaggle of wannabe porn stars. At his height, this meant he was drunk. Very, very drunk. He sat a the bar, waiting for the bartender to be ready to make replacements for the shots he could drink, and contemplated his place at Vee tower. It may have been the alcohol talking, or the outfit, but he almost felt ready to say fuck it and quit here and now. He had to do something different, that was for sure.Â
Yesterday, after what happened with the pool, Clover thought maybeâŠ. Maybe Val had come to care for him in some way. But tonight had proved him dead wrong. It showed that Valentino never thought he was good enough, never thought he was attractive enough- and that hurt more than it should. He knew he shouldnât care, but⊠somehow, it mattered to him a lot. He thought tonight would be the night he showed Val he was really worth paying attention to, worth complimenting, and here he was drunk and ready to cry because he was still ugly and fat. It was ridiculous.Â
For a while, he didnât notice the man sitting next to him, staring. Then when he noticed, he wasnât sure what to say. It was the man who broke the silence first, smiling broadly. âIâd offer to buy you a drink, but it looks like youâve got that covered.â
âBuy me⊠a drink?âÂ
âYeah, Iâm in the business of buying pretty boys drinks, you know.â
Cloverâs eyes widened a little in surprise, color creeping across his face. âPretty..? you think Iâm pretty?â
âOh, donât tell me you really believed that stupid bug- heâs blinder than my grandma, donât you know?â
Clover couldnât help but laugh. âOk, yeah, thatâs true. He canât see for shit, he has to have me help read paperwork to him so he knows what heâs signing.â
The man next to Clover let out a good natured laugh before he spoke again, letting out a little sigh. âHeâs wrong, you know- you could be a star if you wanted. I think youâd be a hit, really.âÂ
âYou think soâŠ? But Iâm so.. well, look at me.â
âI am looking at you! Cute face, soft body- thereâs a ton of people out there who go crazy for the innocent look. Hell, Iâd shoot you tomorrow if you wanted, thatâs how sure I am.â
Clover spoke before he could really think. He was drunk, and half naked, and his pride was wounded beyond repair- and in this moment, he could think of nothing better than showing Valentino that somebody out there thought he was just as good as any of those stars. âIâll do it.â He had the day off tomorrow anyhow, so what did he have to lose? Aside from, you know, privacy, virginity, pride, and potentially any number of other risks.Â
âTomorrow?âÂ
âTomorrow.â
After exchanging numbers and replacing the drinks heâd swallowed down, Clover returned to Valentino, back straighter and teeth gritted. His puffed eyes and flushed face made Val assume heâd gone to the bathroom to cry or something similar- which was partly true, he really had cried a little. But there would be no more crying. Someone finally saw his worth, and heâd show Val how stupid heâd been not to see it first.Â
((A/N: HIIII- this chapter's trigger warnings include possessive and controlling behavior, and also just Val generally fuckin up Clover's self esteem lol. This one's like 2.1k words!))
The club was loud. That was all Clover could really think, honestly- not that he could really think at all with this music thumping loudly in his ears. Heâd never really been to a place like this before⊠After all, he was used to staying in and living like a hermit most of the time. He preferred to do his drugs at home alone where nobody could see him break down afterward- not that he could really say that. He just kept having to find excuses to politely reject puffs from Valâs pipe, or mysterious pills held out in his palm. Well- except the xanax. He accepted one of those, but only one, because he really was anxious. Val was a little surprised he even accepted that much, honestly.
Val couldnât help but enjoy mixing work and pleasure, so scoping out the people at the club was as much about his personal tastes as what would sell. He was picky about who he invited to sit with him, curating only the most gorgeous people in the club. At the moment he had a girl tucked under each arm, and another person sitting across from him talking about Valâs work. âYouâre really gorgeous, you know. You could make a killing if you starred in a video.â His voice was a purr, One of his hands swirling his glass of wine casually. He stopped his swirling when he realized the glass was empty, turning his head to look over to where Clover stood near the lounge. âYou. Go get us some more drinks.â He snipped.
As Clover trotted off to get another round for Val and the people he was chatting up, he could hear their voices faintly over the music. âHaha, I can see why you need some new employees!â Clover flinched a little at the words, but it didnât really get to him. He looked better than usual, but he wasnât stupid enough to assume that made him on par with the usual sort Valentino would hire for his videos. He was more surprised to find his pride wounded when he heard Val laughing along with them all- and he brushed the feeling off as quickly as it came. He wouldnât let his freak of an employer get to him. He hadnât taken this job with any delusions of grandeur, so he shouldnât be surprised when he didnât meet these shallow jerksâ standards. Still, he picked himself up a drink at the bar as well, dropping drinks at the table before resuming his spot standing nearby.
The rest of the night was more of the same honestly- Snide jabs about his weight or his appearance, either ignored or directly laughed at by Valentino. Drinks that disappeared quicker and quicker as the night went on. And at the end of the night, a ride back to V tower in a limo now packed with new âemployeesâ. Frankly, Clover had no interest in sticking around to see which of these people Val fucked, so he clocked out and left when the limo pulled up to the tower. Val didnât stop him, except to pause and snip over his shoulder at Clover.
âTomorrow, donât wear those ugly ass shoes. Real leather please. And do something with your hair.â
Clover didnât bother telling Valentino this was him doing something with his hair. He just walked away, trying his best to ignore the hot sting of tears burning his eyes. He would not cry because of some shit that creep said- he wouldnât.
At home, Clover finally allowed himself to fully drown his sorrows, knocking down another two shots and a second xanax despite still being half drunk, then curling up on the couch, fancy new leather shoes tossed haphazardly next to the door. He couldnât help wondering if this was all worth it⊠but really, if he could look past the weird sexual vibe and the backhanded comments at the club, it was a pretty easy job, and it clearly paid well if heâd been told to replace everything but his underwear and socks before heâd even received his first paycheck. He could handle this, rightâŠ?
And to be honest- deep down, under all the reasons he could find to justify sticking around despite all the red flags, Clover just plain thought he deserved it. He didnât really deserve good treatment after what heâd done⊠he was in Hell for a reason after all. Maybe this was as much a part of his penance for what heâd done as any other part of being down here. As he drifted off to sleep, Clover tried to stifle the memories of what heâd done. No need to torture himself, thereâd be plenty of torment to come tomorrow.
Helping Valentino at the studios wasnât quite as bad as bringing him drinks at the club, but it was certainly more embarrassing. Clover wasnât used to seeing people fuck in real life, though of course when he was alive on Earth heâd consumed porn like any other guy. Honestly, he mostly tried to avert his eyes and focus on bringing Val food and drinks, running scripts and instructions back and forth, and otherwise acting as a set hand. It was less overstimulating too, since there were more quiet moments and much more space to breathe.
Things seemed to be going smoothly- Clover had learned to prepare Valâs morning coffee and deliver it without waking him up, and found it was a lot easier not to get flashbanged by moth penis if he did it that way. Val hadnât commented on Cloverâs hair or shoes yet, which⊠was an improvement, he supposed. Clover tried not to fuss over his hair or seem self conscious, fidgeting with a strand of it. Heâd made a point of blow drying and conditioning it, and using an actual hair tie instead of a claw clip this time, and he hated how much he wanted confirmation that he was doing it right this time.Â
Of course, Val being the sort of person he was, he didnât seem to notice or point it out at all- in fact, from drinks to lunch orders to appearances, Val only ever seemed to have anything to say about Cloverâs performance when it fell short of expectations. There was never a âthank youâ or a âthis is goodâ, only the silent acceptance that meant heâd done well enough not to get corrected. Clover tried his best not to let it wear on him, but he must not have been great at hiding his emotions, because as he was working on making Val his fifth cocktail in as many hours, one of the other members of the production crew approached him.
âHey man- are you ok?â The man who approached Clover was an imp, not much taller than Clover himself in stature, at least not if you didnât count his horns. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder to be sure Val was distracted with the ongoing shoot before he gave Cloverâs shoulder a little pat. âYou looked pretty depressed back there, and I know Valentinoâs the worst to work for, but this is the first time Iâve seen you here. Is he really wearing you down that fast?âÂ
Clover was surprised, blinking a couple times before shaking his head. âAh- no, donât worry! Iâm alright, really. Just a long night, you know? Iâm just tired.â But to be honest, meeting the manâs eyes, he felt ready to tear up for some reason. âUm⊠Whatâs your name anyways? Iâm Clover.âÂ
Clover was hoping to get an answer, but he was interrupted by the shout âCUT!â from across the studio. At ten feet tall, it didnât take Val very long to cross the length of the studio, pushing the imp out of the way without worrying much where he fell. His wings were still carefully wrapped around him like a coat, but Clover could see the telltale irritable twitch in the hem of the coat before he even looked up at Val, who leaned down a little, lower set of hands resting on his knees as one of the upper hands grabbed the little ponytail at the back of Cloverâs head, pulling it hard to make him look up. âI wondered what was taking you so long to get me my fucking drink- youâre over here flirting like an attention whore. Finish making that drink and get it back to me. I donât pay you to stand around chatting with imps.âÂ
Honestly, Clover was in shock- for one, he couldnât understand what exactly set Val off so badly. This was more angry than heâd seen Val before, even in the bedroom when Val got angry at Clover for not looking at him, and definitely more than the usual scolding he got for being too slow about getting Val a drink. He nodded quickly, stiff and a little shaky.
âWhat do you say?â Val leaned in a little closer. âUse your words, ovejo.â
âI-... Yes, Valentino.âÂ
The words seemed almost to sedate Val, and the anger seeped from his expression, fading to mere annoyance. âGood. Now hurry it up, Iâm almost feeling- ugh- sober.â He paused, kicking the poor imp a little with one heeled foot. âOh, and you- youâre fired. Get out. Now.âÂ
The imp sputtered a little, but seemed to think better of arguing and hurried out of the studio after a moment, and Clover was left standing dumbstruck and confused. Was it really that big of a deal that he stopped to talk to someone for a few minutes while making Valâs drink? His hands were still shaking a little when he delivered the drink, and this time he didnât stray from Valâs side or speak to any of the other employees. He just stood quietly, hurrying back and forth getting Val drinks until the day was over and he could go home. Again, he found himself wondering if all this was really worth it⊠Couldnât he just eat his pride and get a job working under one of the less intense overlords? Heâd have to sell his soul, but honestly even that was starting to look better than this. He pushed down the thought. ignoring the urge to flee. Deep down he knew he should, but⊠truth be told, he still didnât feel like he deserved to get out.Â
He took another few pills to sleep that night, drifting off into a xanax-induced sleep that felt dark and heavy, uninterrupted by dreams of any sort, good or bad. As he sunk into sleep, he found himself contemplating not his usual topics of guilt and depression, but confusion- what was it that made taking a few minutes to chat with that imp so different to Valentino than taking a few minutes to use the bathroom or tie his shoes? Was it because one was avoidable and the other wasnât? Or maybe⊠No. Clover pushed that possibility aside right away. There was no reason for Valentino to be possessive of him in any way. Theyâd known each other for maybe two days, and in those two days, Valentino hadnât said a single good word about Clover, other than maybe saying âYouâll doâ when he hired him, but that hardly counted.Â
It must be the fact that he was choosing to talk to that imp, rather than something unavoidable like a bathroom break. That was it. No reason to worry about it anymore, right? And really there was no reason to read too far into what happened in Valentinoâs bedroom- it was just a power trip, and nothing more. Just a creepy guy seeing someone easily flustered and deciding itâs funny to mess with him.
By the time morning came and it was time for Clover to return to work, he had managed to tamp down any confusion or questions. Any doubt was pushed aside by the fact that the next days- and even weeks- passed much the same as the last few days had gone. Clover ran back and forth performing any task Val gave him, putting up with idle insults from those Val recruited, and tried his best to keep up with Valâs nitpicks on his appearance and demeanor. The only break in routine was a day about a month in when Valentino went to a nail salon for his own nails, and insisted Clover sit and get his hands done too- claiming his âterrible nail bedsâ would reflect badly on Val. It was a ridiculous claim to Clover, but at least he didnât have to pay for the service, and it was honestly a little nice to get taken care of and get to relax for a while.Â
Clover should have had some days off here and there, but to be completely honest, he didnât have more than one or two toward the beginning. After a while, both he and Val learned that heâd pick up work even on his days off- after all, itâs not as if he had friends or anything better to do.Â
Of course, things couldnât go smoothly foreverâŠÂ
No but imagine being the first man in creation, having a wife build next to you, fumble her and loose her to this twink! And then you get a SECOND wife thatâs ESPECIALLY build for you this time! And you fumble her again and loose her TO THE SAME GUY!
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