Chapter 14: Apology

"Did he say anything?"

Azrael scanned the mess in his room. He had to clean it by himself if he wanted to keep that frail servant of his, as the room was filled with his pheromones. He picked up the crumpled tissues and scattered used condoms on the floor with one hand, while the other was holding the phone against his ears.

The secretary answered, "Other than he wanted to quit, he didn't give me a reason or say anything, sir."

He stomped on the lever and the trash bin's lid opened, then he dumped all the garbage he picked, "I see."

"Did something happen, sir?"

Azrael pinched the bridge of his nose, "…no."

After he turned off the call with his secretary, he dialed the number of his servant, yet his call wasn't going through. He furrowed his brows and tried again. However, he called many times, yet the phone on the other side would only ring once and get cut off.

Azrael glared at the screen where the name 'Unattractive Servant' was flashing in and muttered, "Did he f*cking block me?"

His phone almost cracked from how tightly he gripped it.

Azrael inhaled to clear his anger, but his brows only twitched in irritation after smelling the scent of the female alpha he slept with last night. He stomped off to the glass door after hurling the phone on his bed. Then, he grabbed the curtains aggressively and the metal above shook.

The bright light of the midday sun passed through the closed transparent door. Azrael covered his eyes with his hand, then, he yanked open the door and let the morning breeze come into the room.

After breathing the fresh air, his furious mood calmed down. He leaned on the balcony railings made of tall glass and sighed repeatedly.

Now that his head was free from annoyance, the cogs properly worked again. Maybe his servant was frightened after he forced himself on him. He clearly remembered how relieved the poor beta was after he canceled the second clause of their contract.

But then, he went and initiated.

Azrael ran his hand over to his face and sighed once more. Then, he spun around, entered his room again, and picked up the phone.

He dialed the number again, deciding that if his call didn't get through, then he should really let his servant go after he paid off all the time and money spent on him.

His eyes widened after the phone rang more than once, and then a 'clack' sound echoed, indicating his call was answered.

However, his enlightenment at the balcony seemed to stay outside since the moment his servant answered, he roared at him.

'He's a bad liar! Does he think I'm a fool?' Azrael thought to himself. He paced back and forth in the living room after cleaning the bedroom. Not long after, the doorbell rang. His eyebrow raised. He stomped off to the entrance and pulled the door open.

"What are you pressing the doorbell on? Don't you know the passcode?" He spat as soon as he saw the lump of light brown hair across his chest. He couldn't help but think, 'He's too short for a beta.'

Knox lifted his head, his hair brushing away his forehead and revealing his clear face and bright green eyes. Those emerald eyes sparkled, rendering Azrael speechless as he saw his reflection in those bright orbs. He stood frozen. It was as if those eyes had the power to paralyze him.

Knox tilted his head, a bit confused. He wet his dry lips by running the tip of his tongue over and pressing them both. Then, he cleared his throat and answered politely, "I used the doorbell to inform you of my arrival in case you were doing something…you know, sir…? Ahem! I just don't want to witness a live por—*cough*cough*."

His face paled. He covered his mouth. How can he run his mouth like that after disappearing and blocking his boss like that? He should be grateful the man wasn't scratching the floor with his foot and readying himself to attack him with his horns.

Knox bowed many times, "I'm really sorry, sir! I was too busy helping my friend run his café, so I turned off my phone the whole time! I won't do it again!"

Azrael snapped from his trance. He averted his eyes and pulled Knox by the collar, then he dragged him into the living room. After throwing him to the couch, he sat on the seat across and crossed his legs.

Then, he propped up his elbow on the backrest and supported his chin with his fist. He swung his feet slowly like someone kicking a ball lightly while avoiding looking in his servant's direction.

Knox silently sat on his position, his hands both on his knees and he was sitting straight like a good student. When he heard his teacher click his tongue while swinging his foot rapidly, sweat broke on his forehead.

Azarel stopped moving his feet. He put it down, but he failed to control the force so it sounded like he stomped hard on the floor and crushed something. Knox flinched. Azrael sighed and calmly asked, "What do you want?"

Knox was too occupied by the idea of his head getting stomped on after the floor, so he failed to comprehend what his boss was saying.

Azrael sat like a thug, his legs opened wide and his elbows rested on his knees, the left hand supporting his cheek, while the right tapped on the table, stealing Knox's wandering consciousness.

"I asked what do you want? Why aren't you answering?"

Knox's jumped from that rhythmic tapping. He gulped and answered nervously, "W-What do you mean…boss?"

"Is there something you want? Name it, I'll give it to you. Except for terminating the contract, of course."

Knox furrowed his brows, and wondered – 'Why would he give me something?'

Azrael tapped the table again. The corners of his lips curved upward very slightly after seeing Knox flinched at his finger tapping. He finds it amusing that his servant seems afraid of him yet has the guts to think of crossing out their agreement and disappearing on him. He assumed Knox might be just a stupid person.

Knox wiped his forehead and swallowed the lump in his throat, then he carefully muttered, "How about a…house and lot?"

Azrael, "…"

Knox grinned awkwardly, "I mean, you told me to name anything. But of course! It was just a joke, boss! Haha, why would you give me something like that anyway? Ahahaha."

'Oh my god, this conversation is stressing me out so much,' Knox talked to himself as he wiped the sweat trickling down his temple.

"Pfft."

Knox's arm froze on his forehead. He glanced at Azrael to confirm what he heard, but the man stood abruptly and turned away after saying, "Giving you a house and lot isn't that easy. Not about the money, of course, but the intention might be misunderstood by others. So, how about a car, instead? You can park it on this building and people will think I'm just lending it to you. Choose what brand you want."

Then, Azrael bolted away to his room as if he hadn't dropped a bomb on Knox.

After some time, Azrael's words finally registered properly in Knox's head. Then, he slowly picked up his jaw and closed his mouth, tracing the path his boss took. After seeing that Azrael was no longer in sight, his lips slowly curved upward until they reached his eyes.

Knox giggled like a wicked maniac. He just blurted out that house and lot, yet he received a much better option. He could sell that car and pay off his debt finally! But will his boss allow him to?

What if his mood changes and he suddenly wants to take it back instead?

"Argh…I guess it won't be that easy. I should have asked for a black card instead," Knox mumbled. Then, he started cleaning the unit after informing Franz where he was.