章節 9: Contract [3]
Plop!
Knox watched the plastic-wrapped carrots land on the cart he was pushing. He stretched his hands, picked it as it rolled in the part where all the frozen foods were, and arranged it on the other side.
Then, he pushed the cart again, following the grumpy-looking man walking down the aisle like he owned the building. He was literally in the middle, and if someone pushing a cart were on his way, that person would just scurry away like they'd seen a ghost.
The supermarket's employees were all following their movements as if they were going to pocket something and bolt. Knox didn't like the attention, so he made sure to put considerable distance between him and his boss.
However, his snobby employer looked back and grimaced, "Why are you so far? Do you want me to play basketball here?"
Knox wondered what he meant, but when another block of cheese landed on the cart with a thud, the tip of his eyebrow twitched.
'Why is he so childish?' Knox wondered.
He pushed the cart until it was only an inch away from his boss' behind. Then, Azrael stopped abruptly, but since Knox was pushing the cart a bit fast to catch up with his boss' long strides, the cart bumped into his thighs and Azrael lost balance.
Bam!
The cart rattled. The vegetables and fruits got squished and the sack of sugar burst. The eggs on the upper compartment of the cart rolled one by one from the carton and cracked open as they hit Azrael's head.
Knox stood frozen, astounded. All the staff watching them gaped. Knox shuddered from the silence coming from his boss. His quirky and grouchy behavior vanished replaced by a foreboding aura surrounding him.
Knox could see his boss' hair raising at its ends as if a fire was flaring it up and sending shivers down his spine. The words got caught in his throat, so he just nervously picked up the cracked eggshells on his hair.
Azrael's head turned abruptly to Knox which made him flinched. His face was beyond unrecognizable as the egg whites and egg yolks trickled down his face, accompanied by the shadow as dark as night plastered on his visage.
The poor Omega quickly grabbed a tissue from the cart, ripped the plastic open, and immediately wiped his boss' face filled with eggs which almost got fried from his furious looks.
Knox fumbled with the tissue, instead of wiping, the sticky egg whites only got smudged on his face, "O-Oh, no! I'm sorry, sir! I'm very sorry! I apologize! I didn't know you'd stopped so suddenly and you said to hurry up and come closer…!"
Knox stopped rambling. His boss didn't say those words. He just asked if he wanted to play basketball. Those silver eyes that oozed a sinister aura glared at him. He stopped wiping his handsome face and took a step back unconsciously.
Azrael stood from sitting in the cart. The remaining eggshells on his head fell to the floor. If the situation doesn't feel like a horror genre where the serial killer is ready to pounce on his victims, Knox would laugh thinking his boss looks like a newly hatched chick.
However, there was no trace of cuteness and chirpy vibes on him.
He swept his hair back and gritted his teeth, "Hah…this is annoying. Are you f*cking with me, huh? You did it deliberately, didn't you? What's your problem?!"
Knox frantically shook his head, "No, sir! I didn't, I swear! It was an accident!"
"Shut your mouth! You're f*cking annoying!"
Azrael snatched a roll of tissue from the shelves and wiped himself. When the stains didn't come off, he threw the tissue to Knox. It hit his bowed head and fell on the cart. Knox heard the man sigh exasperatedly.
"Excuse me, sirs, but you have to pay for all the damages you cause."
Knox's shoulders jumped in surprise. The female staff, oblivious to the atmosphere, frowned at them as she scanned the cart and shook her head. She was thinking about how troublesome the two customers were. She called a janitor and asked to clean the floor, and then she tried to escort the two to the cashier.
Knox apologized and insisted, "We'll pay, we'll pay. But we still haven't bought everything we need, so—
The female staff interrupted him, "I'm sorry, sir, but you're just getting in the way. Why don't you help your friend clean himself first, then come back?"
Knox nervously glanced at the silent ticking time bomb beside him. He flinched when their eyes met. Why does he keep staring? Knox wondered. But the female staff has a point. It was surprising that his boss stopped shouting.
"Right. We should do that," Knox agreed and bravely walked to Azrael. He gulped, and asked, "Sir, we have to pay. Your card, please…"
Azrael dropped his gaze at his shameless servant. Then, without answering, he turned around and walked to the exit. Knox panicked. He called out, but because he couldn't leave the female staff who was ready to tackle him if he ran off, he couldn't follow him.
He begrudgingly offered his own card to pay.
"I'm going to pester him for this," Knox mumbled.
He left the groceries on the baggage counter and called his boss' phone. It took a few minutes before he answered.
"Sir, where are you?"
Did he go to a clothing store and buy something to change his clothes? Knox pondered. He walked to the area where all the branded clothing stores were lined. However, he failed to spot him anywhere.
"Sir, where are you? Why aren't you answering? Sir?"
A ragged breathing resonated from the phone. Knox abruptly stopped in his walk. His eyes widened when he realized what could have happened. He frantically looked around while almost running and asking where his boss was repeatedly.
"Dammit! Sir, can you speak?!"
Why did he let him go by himself?! Knox blamed himself. He knew his condition and with that crowded place filled with different genders, his boss might have had an attack. The hoarse breathing from the phone somehow calmed for a minute, then, a gruff voice followed.
"Men's…restroom…second floor…"
Knox dashed in that direction. He held the phone against his ears and replied worriedly, "Stay there, sir. I'm on my way!"
'Damn. The second floor has four restrooms! But if he had an attack as soon as he went up from the nearest stair to the supermarket, then…the nearest one!'
He bolted to the nearest restroom from the escalator. The sounds of heavy panting on the phone intensified.
Bam!
The sound of the door hitting the wall almost burst his ears. Fortunately, no one was inside. It was probably because of the thick pheromone's scent lingering in the whole place. Knox covered his mouth and inhaled a few times. He made sure to get used to that scent, no matter how thick and strong it was.
With that, he was able to swiftly move inside and knocked on the doors, "Sir Azrael!"
Azrael was slumped on the toilet. His forehead was sweating profusely; his face flushed and his eyes were hazy. Knox noticed the large bulge on his pants, and he abruptly stopped. He hesitated touching the man, in fear that he'd get caught up and be forced.
However, the shaking figure of his grumpy and arrogant boss bit on his conscience if he decided to just leave him there. He swallowed the lump of fear in his throat and bravely stepped inside the cubicle.
"S-Sir, can you hear me? It's Knox."
He slapped Azrael's face a few times. Azrael stirred from his dazedness. His eyes somehow returned focus and he recognized his servant before him.
Knox sighed in relief after Azrael responded, "I'm so glad I brought your medicine with me, sir. Here, take this…"
He took a capsule and gently shoved it down his boss' throat. Then, he stood and leaned back. The bump on his pants wasn't going down. But he couldn't possibly take his boss and walk out of the mall with him like that.
Knox was troubled. He didn't know what to do. Azrael was slowly going back to his senses. The pheromones in the air were slowly retracting as well. If the scent decreases, then, soon other people will be able to come and use the restroom.
Knox bit his lips and decided. He bent down and peeked at his boss' face, then he asked hesitantly, "Sir, can you manage until we reach the parking lot? Or do you…need help?"
Azrael looked up, weighing his servant's words. He looked down and noticed his shaft wasn't getting soft. He gritted his teeth in frustration. Then, he snarled at him, and said, "Get lost. I'm doing it myself."
Knox had never been so grateful for being thrown out before.
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章節 10: Contract [4] [M]
As soon as his servant left, Azrael breathed heavily and straightened his body. He stood and opened the lid of the toilet, then he sighed in exasperation and slapped his forehead as he glanced down at his middle region and saw the center very erect.
"Dammit," he sighed multiple times to calm him down, but it wasn't helping. His sword wasn't backing down and unsheathing itself back.
He had no choice, but to unzip his pants and take care of his hardened member.
His long fingers wrapped around it, his warm palms making him shiver more and clouding his head. His mind was turning into mush as the heat rose to his head. His jaw clenched as he could feel his shaft getting harder from simply being touched.
Has he become so sexually frustrated that he shivered from his own touch?! He cursed himself under his ragged breathing. He couldn't hold back anymore. Perhaps, he was frustrated, given that it has been so long since he used it. Due to his unstable condition, he couldn't go and f*ck just anyone.
He began rubbing up and down; the friction sound of his palms clenching his shaft and his wrist hitting his groins sounded so erotic, yet it still wasn't enough to get him on. He wanted something warmer, something tighter.
Azrael bit his lips, suppressing the groan from escaping his throat. However, as his movement became rapid and hot, his moans became louder and louder. He was certain that Knox was standing outside, and he was probably hearing him pleasuring himself. But he might have lost his mind as he let his hoarse voice be heard even more.
He recalled what happened at the supermarket and veins popped on his neck. His jaw clenched and his face changed.
It was his fault! Azrael shouted inwardly.
That's right! He gritted his teeth and convinced himself. It was his servant's fault. If he hadn't broken the eggs on his head and smeared the yolk on his face and his clothes, then he wouldn't have gone and bought clothes and interacted with those people.
As his hands were busy working, his mind wandered to Knox, and his face only darkened in irritation. He recalled his nervous and paled face, he even caught his plump lips trembling slightly, and his emerald eyes shook when he glared at him.
His servant's sweaty forehead came to his mind.
Azrael looked down, his eyes half-lidded, and the tips of his ears were tinted red, his neck was popping veins as he could feel himself reaching the climax. Finally, he threw his head back and jerked violently.
"Umph!"
The white musky and sticky liquid squirted from his hardened shaft which softened after it came out, and shot out to the toilet. It plopped on the water. He even felt sorry that his precious sperm would just get flushed into the toilet.
The white fluid dripped on his hands as he panted heavily. Then, once he caught his breath, he stood, zipped his pants, and washed his hands.
He cursed inwardly after everything happened registered in his head.
"F*ck."
Azrael ran his hands on his face. He never imagined himself getting off inside a public bathroom! Not even once! His expensive membership only got off in a luxurious hotel, high-end units, or million-dollar cars!
But a public restroom?! How could his member—
"Sir, are you finished? People are starting to question why I'm gatekeeping this restroom. They already called an employee. Please step out if you're done already. You're done, right? Do it once for now. You can do it again later at home. I'll find you a partner, or maybe just call one right now and head on to the nearby hotel."
Azrael's brows twitched.
"Would you like me to get you one? Should I make a reservation now so you can go right ah—ack!"
BAM!
"HOLY S*IT!!"
Knox jumped after the deafening sound of the door hitting the wall rang in his ears. He instinctively looked behind, only to jump away a few more steps from meeting those curved and grinning evil eyes that only devils can make, probably. The sinister aura surrounding Azrael was like a bad spirit hounding him.
Knox quickly moved away, afraid to get tangled up by that bad omen.
Azrael strode past Knox. The latter sighed in relief thinking that he was saved from his impending execution, however, his relieved face didn't last long as his arm was quickly grabbed tightly, and before he could react, he was as if being carried by the wind behind his boss, since his feet almost weren't touching the floor already.
"W-Wait a second, sir…!"
But Azrael wasn't responding. Knox was dragged like a teddy bear by a child throwing a tantrum and running away; his arms flapped and his head bobbed from the aggressive pulling and rapid steps.
He was beginning to feel dizzy. He wanted to throw up, but the only garbage bin he could see right then was the one dragging him without mercy. In order to restrain his rainbow-colored stomach waste rising to his throat, he bit his lower lip hard and inhaled many times.
At last, they reached the parking lot.
However, Azrael didn't open the door. He hurled Knox to the car's bumper and engulfed him between his arms, then without warning, he bent down and pressed his lips on him hard.
Knox was astounded. His eyes widened. He balled his fist and punched Azrael's chest, but his hands were only caught by Azrael instead. His legs were pushed to the car and as his knees bent, his butt fell on the car's hood.
The feeling of something pushing up from his stomach and trying to come out was replaced by a million needles pricking his skin. His lips were forcibly opened and his tongue was unwillingly entangled with his boss. He was getting ravaged. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but a punishing one instead.
What did he do to suffer this treatment? It was all his boss' fault that his stupid and reckless! He winced after his lower lip got bitten. He could feel his boss' anger. But it's not right to assault someone just because he's mad! He'd rather accept getting punched in the face instead!
Azrael took advantage of his position and quickly opened his legs, pushing himself in between. He sucked on his lips once more after freeing them. Then, he dropped his cold and grinning eyes on him.
He cupped Knox's jaw tightly and grinned wickedly, "Why the need to find one when there's a hole right here? And this hood is wide enough, don't you think? We're already in this position, so why not strip down and let me enter you, hm?"
Knox shuddered. Azrael's voice was dripping with rage and he didn't even try to hide it. He gulped and pushed him again, but his broad shoulders weren't budging at all. Surely, his boss jest, right?
Knox smiled nervously and replied, "S-Sir, I clearly remembered you said I'm not your type…"
Azrael leaned forward again. Knox tilted his head away, "Right? But I really want to see you cry and whimper under me, right now, badly."
Knox flinched after Azrael grabbed his thigh. He bit his lips when he felt it was tightening. The man was hurting him, but he tried to suppress any pained groan from escaping. He bowed his head and repeatedly apologized.
When he heard an exasperated sigh, Knox peeked from his disheveled brown hair and saw Azrael pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked troubled.
Azrael shot him a glare and threw the keys on him, then he whirled around and sat on the backseat after slamming the door loudly. Knox was dumbfounded. He touched his swollen lips and clenched his fist, then he hit his chest a few times. His heart was racing rapidly from fury since it was his first kiss.
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