The TV demon's secretary (Voxreader)

Chapter 7- Home sweet home

HEY GUYS I'M BACK AGAIN! I just realized how long I've left you guys hanging.
On a better note, TYSM for over 3K reads!!! Like this is insane!!!! I'm too lazy to write a special chapter so imma just continue my storyline, but please know I'm more that happy for all this.

~Vox's POV~
It's just too easy nowadays, you can trick anyone into giving you their soul. I smirk as I effortlessly pick her up.  Something about her is so....enticing. I look at her peaceful features, she's so vulnerable and now her soul is at my mercy. I softly chuckle to myself.  How could someone so innocent looking end up in hell? Clearly, she did something  to end up here. But I don't know what the fuck possessed me to do this, I'm an overlord and a businessman for fuck's sake! I don't have time for this shit. Why am I so obsessed with keeping her with me?! Why am I so fucking attracted to someone now? I feel like a fucking love sick teenager. I shudder at the thought. I can't get distracted, but I still also can't help but want her for myself. Hell, Only Lucifer knows what's wrong with me.

Unfortunately for her, she'll be out for a good few hours while her soul transfers under my ownership. She might also be a little out of it since I hypnotized her and she might be brainwashed, oh well. Either outcome work in my favour. I gently place her on my bed and exit the room, locking it in case she wakes up earlier then expected. I teleport back into my office to finish up some work. I have really got to get myself fucking together.

~Time skip-Y/n's POV~

I woke up with a pounding headache and groan, when did I fall asleep? Where was I? The room was very expensive looking, whoever designed it must've really liked the colours cyan and navy blue. But I wasn't just going to sit here and stare at the fricken room! How did I get here? I try to rack my brain searching for an answer as I sit up. I glance  at the mirror on the wall and  see I'm dressed formally, or at least I was. I see I'm wearing a wrinkled blouse, with messy hair and slightly smudged makeup.  It still doesn't ring a bell.  Suddenly, I'm pulled from my thoughts as the door opens. My eyes widen, Holy sh- was that Vox? Like Vox as in the CEO of voxtech?!  Wait- the interview!

"Oh my goodness! I-I'm so sorry Mr. Vox, I didn't me to-"  I fumble over my words trying to excuse myself. What the hell was I thinking?! How did I forget the most important thing of my afterlife right now?! And how did I pass out?!

"That's alright Y/n, there's no need for the formality. Vox would do." He says amused.

"R-right....Vox," my face flushed with embarrassment

"I-I apologize for being such an inconvenience! I really don't know what came over me during the interview. I-I should be taking my leave now-" I stutter.

"Thērê'š ÑØ  neĒd fõr thåt" his face glitches out. He seems to catch himself and clears his throat as he regains his composure. "Um- I meant, that it's no bother at all. You simply must've not been feeling well, the least I can do is make sure you're alright."

"Besides, you got the job and your contract," a golden lined scroll appears in his hands "says you are to stay here. I will have a room for you and I'll ask Velvette to prepare some things for you."

I blink at him, damn. I'm really out of it, I guess I was really nervous. Did I have a panic attack or something? Holy crap I've got to get it together. I slowly nod my head. "T-thank you, I appreciate it. I-I didn't mean to go against my contract, I had forgotten about it."  I nervously laugh.

He smiles, and takes my hand as he helps me off the bed . "Don't worry about it, It's always a pleasure."

I blush, what a charmer. He's probably trying to lighten the mood since I'm so nervous. It'd be easier to talk to him if he weren't so.....hot. I notice that he pulls out his phone to make a phone call. I don't pay much attention to the conversation and try to fix myself up, to look a little more presentable. After he gets off the phone he turns to me.