Vox was feeling himself a little too much.

After all, Guest was the one who confessed first. In other words, you like him. He figured that even if he acted a bit overbearing, you'd just find that part of his charm too. That convenient little calculation had been perfectly established in Vox's head.

On dates, he'd open doors, pull out chairs, and never miss a gift. However, those grand escorts always came with an unnecessary comment.

Even on days when he blew off plans for work at the last minute, he'd just give an unapologetic smirk.

The breaking point was what he said the other day.