Again, Mr. Black? (M×M) (l***q+)

4.

"Table number seven is demanding your presence. You go serve them, since they won't accept any other service. I'll serve these young ladies, right?" Sammy, my colleague said, before turning towards my customer with a very sweet smile. Her smile creeped me out for a moment before her words hit me.

Someone is demanding my services! I'm not a waiter. I get paid for the counter service, not for serving as a waiter. Dominance. I hate dominating nature the most. I was about to deny it when she glared at me. Sometimes she behaves like she is the boss, I swear.

"Go now, Lazarus, before they file a complaint against your indolence. Can't keep them waiting, now can we?" She said, pushing me away with a tray of black coffee and cheese sandwich. My nose scrunched in distaste. How can one like a bitter coffee?

Rolling my eyes, I started to walk towards table number seven. My grumpy attitude didn't help with the polite smile I am paid to keep. My steps ceased when I saw them. Or more like when I saw him. Was it a joke? Did he really demand my services or was Sammy playing with me? None the less, I walked over to him, placing the tray on the table, with his order. I didn't even try to smile.

Hades Black was sitting in his glory. He was wearing a grey shirt, complimenting his eyes with dark jeans. His signature watch was cuffed on his wrist. His eyes were so icy and cold that I almost froze within them. His hair was falling messily over his forehead. I could feel almost everyone's gaze on him, at how beautiful he was looking.

But I was looking at him because I was seeing him after two days. He has not been coming home for the past two days. After coming to my college once, he didn't come there again. I doubt if he was even a student there. But if he was not, what was he doing at my college? Sitting on my seat?

I turned back to leave once I placed down his order but he called me again. Gritting my teeth, I turned around, still sulking. This wasn't even my work. I was not even a waiter here. My boss won't pay me extra for this s**t. And the fact that I was near him, he was near me, scared me shitless. He was a murderer, for the sake of God!

"Lazarus?" He called my name out. His rough voice increased my heartbeat. I scolded myself for being intimidated by him. Get a grip, Lazarous. Get a damn grip!

"Yes?"

"Smile." I looked at him incredulously. My jaw hung open at his unusual demand. He wanted me to smile? After ignoring my damn presence in the classroom and not coming home for the past two days, he orders me to smile at him. Why? I narrowed my eyes at his commanding tone. He was so domineering.

"Excuse me?" I asked, gritting my teeth in annoyance and irritation.

"Did I stutter?" I opened my mouth for a comeback but his icy eyes swallowed them all.

"Why would I smile for you?" I asked him. When my heart was racing inside my chest, my voice was bold. I was proud of myself, for once. For once, I didn't let my fear overcome me.

"Why wouldn't you smile for me?" I opened my mouth again but closed it when I didn't know what to say. Why did he even want me to smile for him, especially when he knew I wouldn't be showing any emotion towards him?

But why would he want me to smile? The thought was enough to make the butterflies erupt in my belly. No, Lazaus. You are not gay.

"Well, Lazarus Russell. I'm your customer. I pay for your services, which does include your polite behaviour. So smile." I narrowed my eyes at him.

Really? Was he even serious now?

"Am I laughing?" He spoke and my cheeks flared in response. I spoke out loud. Great.

"Well, Mr. Black. I haven't dumped this bitter coffee on you. So, I guess, I'm being polite enough." I bit back. He hummed, sipping his coffee. His eyebrows furrowed, pushing the coffee away from him. Like the coffee burned him.

"You haven't made this coffee." He spoke, looking at me with those intense eyes that almost shook me.

"And your point is?" I asked him, trying to ignore how I was flustered. How his attentive behavior made my insides curl.

"Make me another coffee." I gaped at him. Why was he even behaving like that? Like a snob! But then again, he was a criminal. How can I even expect him to be civil?

"What?"

"Should I be concerned about your hearing disability, Lazarus?" The tips of my ears reddened. How dare he?

"I am not disabled, Mr. Black! And I'm not making you another coffee. Suck it up!" He raised his brows, leaning back in his chair. A look of challenge overtook his blank expression.

"You sure, Lazarus?" I grounded my jaw, annoyance seeping through my bones. Of course, I have to get him whatever the f**k he wants. Let it be another bitter coffee or a damned smile. I needed money. I needed this job and he freaking knows it.

"Fine!" I walked back to the counter, grumbling under my breath. He was annoying me to no extent. I glared at Sammy, who looked at me with an innocent smile.

"So, Lazarus, my boy—"

"I don't like you now, Sammy." I gritted out. Slamming the empty tray on the counter.

"Why—"

"Make him a damn coffee." She placed her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows at me.

"From what I heard, he wants you to make him a coffee." I glared at her, hard.

"He's delusional if he thinks I'll make him a coffee. I served him even though I'm not paid to be a waiter here. That should suffice him."

"But—"

"Whose side are you on, Sammy?" I asked her with a ferocious gaze and she sighed, starting to work on his coffee. I started to take orders from new customers before Sammy was done with brewing his coffee. Shooting her a thankful glance, I started to head towards Hades Black.

He was scrolling through his phone, sitting idly on his chair. As if sensing my arrival, he shoved his phone back in his pocket, providing me with all of his attention. Ignoring the shiver of tremors within me, I placed a cup on his table. His right hand reached the cup before blowing it. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he took a sip. I almost squirmed under his scrutinizing gaze. Accusations were painted all over his face.

"You haven't made this coffee again."

His six words sent butterflies into my stomach. How can he even differentiate the taste of coffee? How could he possibly know what my coffee tastes like in one single order? I shuddered when he leaned closer to the table. His gray eyes looked hungry and angry. I almost lost my senses right under his gaze. He had a weird effect on me.

"How are you so sure? Plus, I'm serving you, even though I don't get paid for being a waiter. The least you can do is—" I started with my angry speech but was cut off in between when I heard the voice of my boss from behind.

"What the hell is going on here?" I bit my tongue at the booming voice of my boss. Great.

"I— he—"

"Hades. I didn't know you stopped by." My boss, Ryder spoke, side-hugging Mr. Black. A sudden burning sensation flamed in my chest. It must be heartburn.

"I was hungry." Was all he said.

It was a simple statement. Hades Black spoke but it had me look away. The way his eyes flashed at me made me tremor. His words weren't even directed at me.

"It's been a while." Boss spoke, looking at him— affectionately. His voice had no malice, no sternness like he had with others. Hades Black must be special to him.

"Not really." He replied to my boss, but again his orbs were focused on me. As if he was talking to me. I rolled my eyes at his answer. Of course, you'll come here every single day trying to make my life a hell as much as possible.

"Right. What do you want? Wait— I'll order you something." He spoke, turning towards me, he snapped his fingers, gaining my attention.

"Lathan—"

"Lazarus . My name is Lazarus." I gritted out.

"Whatever, get him a garlic bread and some fries, okay? Anything else, Hades?" I grabbed the empty tray tightly, my knuckles turning white.

"Of course, Sir." I gritted out in vexation.

"Oh, and Lazarus?" Hades Black called me out. I turned back and raised my brows at him.

"Make me another black coffee. And I'd really appreciate it if you'd make the coffee this time." I locked my jaw in annoyance. Who the hell does he think he is?

"Of course, Lathan will make you—"

"My name is Lazarus." I spoke weakly.

"Yes, yes, Lazarus, Lathan. How does it even matter? You'll make my brother your best black coffee. Do you understand?" My boss said, and I nodded my head, barely paying attention to what he was calling Hades. Not until a minute later.

"Yes, Sir, I under— wait, what? Brother?" Vincent snorted, nodding his head.

"Brother. He's my brother and the owner of this cafe. Your boss." I clenched my teeth. Of course. He had to be the brother of my boss. f*****g great! But wait a minute. If my boss is his brother, why the hell is he living with me!?

Sometimes I feel like God was in really bad mood when he wrote my fate. Like really mad angry. Or he must be feeling adventures that day and decided to write a life that would have nothing but drama. God, I really wish to have a one-on-one conversation with you sometime, you know? Shaking my head, defeated, I started to make him a bitter coffee. Sammy giggled at me, making me shoot daggers at her through my eyes.

"This isn't funny!" I whined like a two-year-old and she laughed at me, nodding her head, almost mocking me.

"It is. You don't even realize how much you've gained his attention." Oh, trust me, I know. He was at my college the other day.

But the idea of Hades Black liking me was not something I really enjoyed thinking about. How do I tell Sammy that this man had blood all over his shirt when he first walked into my apartment? How do I tell her that this man is on the wanted list of the cops? That he is not a gentleman but a damn murderer.

"Shut up!" I glowered.

"What? See you're all red now. Blushing like a baby." She said and I reddened even more, scowling at his coffee. I ignored her. After I was done making his coffee, I placed it on a tray along with garlic bread and fries for his highness. I placed an additional cakepiece with a small note glued on his plate.

I hope this sweet cakepiece may bring some sweetness to your tone and voice. Oh, and don't worry, your Highness. The dessert is on me.

Enjoy.

I walked towards his table, placing the cup of coffee and tray down. And slid the cake piece just under his nose with a very, very, very sweet smile.

"For you, your Highness." His brows raised at the note on the plate and sarcastic tone, but he never smirked, or smiled or glared. He just raised his right brow.

"Indeed?" His rough voice demanded, sipping the coffee. His eyes fluttered while he took another long sip. A sigh escaped from his mouth. I suddenly felt my stomach going weird, as if something was fluttering inside me. My cheeks started to burn and my heart skipped a bit. If it wasn't for my dusky skin, I would've been all red by now.

"You made the coffee this time." He spoke with satisfaction, taking another sip of the coffee.

"You're my boss," I said with a defeated tone. Of course, I'll make the coffee for you. I don't want your grumpy butt brother snapping my head.

"My brother is your boss. I, however, am your customer."

"Demanding and rude customer," I grumbled under my breath. He took a bite of his garlic bread, nodding his head.

"Said something, Lazarus?" He asked me and I gulped, shaking my head.

"I? Of course not. What can I say? I didn't say anything. Nothing, nada, zilch!" I laughed nervously. He again raised his right brow, shaking his head.

I took that as my cue to leave. Sammy was smirking while preparing the latte. Her annoying intentional coughs and bumping shoulders were clear signs of what she wanted to insinuate. I glared at her menacingly but she giggled in response.

"You look like a puppy while scowling, you know, Lazarus boy?" I scowled even more.

"I do not!" I said, my fingers curling into a fist. I was embarrassed.

"You do." She was being adamant.

"I do not!" But so was I.

"Oh please, Lazarus boy, we're not playing this game now. Neither are we going to deny that you've the hots for that grumpy young man."

"What," I cried out, gaining the attention of a few of our customers.

"Did I stutter?" I looked at her horrified. This woman was getting insane.

She is indeed the female version of Hades Black. Kill me now!