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Donald slowly fluttered his eyes open. He gazed at his alarm clock with hazy, half lidded eyes. Another day in the life of a twink femboy… smiling on the outside while broken on the inside.
He sits up, knowing if he thinks about it he will spend the whole day bed rotting. Donald arches his twink back and lets out a coquette yawn. Donald was gorgeous, an absolute snack. Of course, he knew this. He was just short enough for guys to look down upon, with sexy, tanned skin, beautiful blue eyes, and a model waist… Not to mention his fluffy, femboy hair.
The omega rolls out of bed, not showering, knowing that his boyfriend likes it better when he stinks a little, and pull on his pink tutu and Gir crop top. He picks out his favorite lace panties, the ones that slightly reveal the lips of his pussy. Donald does a little twirl in the mirror, smiling at himself. Unlike most, Donald wasn’t insecure in the slightest. He knew he slayed hard. The only thing that had ever made him insecure was… No. He didn’t want to think about Elon right now. Today was his day. His boyfriend didn’t have to affect him today…
He searches his messy room for his fishnets and thigh high pink striped socks. Donald can barely take his eyes off himself once they’re on. How could anyone not love him? Honestly, if he could, he would date himself. So why wasn’t he enough for Elon…?
A tear slips from his icy blue orbs. He quickly wipes it away and goes to find his platform Mary Janes. The lacy ones with all the charms and bows. He stares at himself. Sure, he’s adorable… But it still couldn’t convince Elon to be with him, and only him.
He opened his phone and…
Of course. Not even a text from Elon. No “Good mornings” or “Love u bbg”.
Just the silence that screamed louder than words ever did.
Donald couldn’t take it anymore. He wouldn’t let himself be used like this. All Elon saw him as these days was another hole to fuck. Tears pricked at his eyes. He had loved Elon so much, and what had he gotten in return?
Cheating, cheating, and more cheating.
Elon wasn’t one to be held down by a lover. He’d probably slept with all of America in the time that he and Donald were dating. Donald isn’t sure if Elon even ever loved him. All the words that had came out of the billionaire’s mouth… were any of them even true?
Whatever. Doesn’t matter. He supposes he can probably take a day off from work today anyways, so he calls up his boss, Vladimir.
However, his stupid boss says he has to come in today, they are short staffed. …No, that’s mean. Donald is just grumpy. Of course, Vladimir isn’t mean. He’s amazing. In fact, Donald really admires the guy. He truly believed… Vladimir deserved all the respect and love in the world.
Just because he’s having a bad day doesn’t mean he should take it out on his alpha boss. Donald simply… has complicated feelings about his boss.
Vladimir was just… so pretty. Too pretty. And his musky scent… It made Elon seem like a shitty deal. Besides… Vlad seemed so loyal… he wouldn’t cheat, would he?
Fuck, no. Donald shouldn’t be thinking that. He’s taken. Even if Elon treats him terribly… Donald loves Elon…
Right?