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Xavier crossed his arms, raised a brow, and leaned against the door frame. Spoiled little dead boy. Though his body did look good, Xavier wanted to play. âItâs an okay view. But I just played with a little angel who was so very eager to listen to daddy. So Iâm good on mediocre views.â A grin grew as he stepped closer. Picking up the cash and counting it he nodded pocketing the money. âLook who is behaving and paying back his dues. Where did you get the money? Youâre out of sugar daddies. Who paid you for the night?â Little jabs that would irk the boy a bit. Sitting in the desk chair Xavier reached out to steal the smoking cancer stick to take a draw. âYou hungry?â
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     This is not the reaction Catlin had wanted, nor expected. It showed upon his face in a slight scowl that knits his brows together. He expected full, unadulterated praise. As always. âExcuse you, itâs a perfect fucking view.â The vampire wasnât simply okay or mediocre, he was eternally beautiful. Xavier seemed quite good at getting right under his skin. As well as inside of him. It made the vampire visibly bristle but he recovered quickly. âIâm sure youâre just dying to know.â Xavier isnât the first heâs owed money to, and he wouldnât be the last if he stayed his wonderfully spoiled self.Â
      He gets up from the demon's fancy chair and walks around the table until he's standing in front of the others now sitting form. He leans back and obverse him quietly before speaking, âbut I canât reveal all my secrets.â Catlin leans in suddenly, placing his hands upon the arms of the chair and trapping Xavier there for a moment. His tongue teases the tip of his fangs. âI could eat.â















