Captive Mate BL
Chapter 220: - - 220-

Chapter 220: -Chapter 220-

Arthur waited expectantly for the verdict, if it were something less than satisfactory, he wouldn’t stand for it.

Davian stepped into the room now, tossing Arthur a look. "Need something?"

"I-I... well," Arthur said huffily, "I was waiting for your decision, Master Davian. I’ll carry it out, if needed."

"No, it’s not needed," Davian said flatly, "See yourself out."

It wasn’t a suggestion, so Arthur quickly hot-footed it out of the room. He never dared to go against Master Davian, no matter how tolerant he might seem.

Well, tolerant wasn’t the right word, he was mostly disinterested. Even when Arthur tried to give him monthly reports of the workings of the mansion.

Lake felt rooted to the ground in front of him, flinching when the door clicked shut.

He looked to Davian who was walking over to the table beside his bed to take his watch off.

"You didn’t happen to take a worn-looking watch, did you?" Davian broke the silence with the very last sequence of words Lake ever thought he would hear.

"W-What?" He blinked.

"It’s my family heirloom. You can keep the rest."

Lake gawked at the Alpha as he disappeared into the bathroom. What the fuck?

Had Master Davian known this entire time that Lake had stolen from him? What the fuck?"

Lake took out every thing he stole and returned them, still reeling from the shock of it all.

When he was done, he hung around awkwardly, unsure if he was allowed to leave.

Master Davian hadn’t gotten out of the bathroom for over half an hour now, and he was starting to get worried that the Alpha was taking a bath.

Lake didn’t want to be out here when he got back, but he already knew that the Mafia King was being uncharacteristically nice to him.

He didn’t dare leave, not until Master Davian explicitly told him that he could.

So he went back to standing in the corner like a kid put in time out, waiting anxiously for when the door to the bathroom would open up.

Davian splashed some water on his face and stared at his reflection, he hoped that if he glared at his reflection long enough, he would get an answer to his questions.

Like... what the fuck was he doing?

He should have let Arthur handle the matter and be done with it.

Why had he been elated to return to find Lake in his bedroom? Why couldn’t he work up even a bit of anger?

Instead, he was ignoring the voice in his head that was telling him to use this to fix his slip-up of getting rid of Lake.

It was difficult to ignore though, because on his drive back from the restaurant, he could think of nothing but that.

And even worse, he wasn’t just thinking of getting the Omega to resume working at the mansion, he wanted him here, all the time...

Okay... whoa!

Davian had to pace the length of the bathroom, he had no reason to come in here but he had to step away for a moment so that he wouldn’t make a decision he would come to regret.

He should go out there, let Lake know that he would be forgiving whatever he did, and then send the Omega off.

It was simple really, and it wouldn’t have any grave repercussions in the near future.

Davian dried off his face with a towel and then strode out, his speech rehearsed.

"Have you had dinner?" He asked first thing after stepping back into his bedroom.

His blank mask perfectly hid the panic dancing behind the empty plains of his gray eyes.

Lake paled, more worried now that Master Davian was being pleasant and practically ignoring his crime.

"N-No?"

"Neither did I. Let’s have that dinner." Davian said, striding out.

He had to fight the urge to scratch his hair, genuinely befuddled.

None of those words he just said were in any of his plans, how did he fuck up something so simple?

It was like he took one look at Lake and his mouth suddenly had a life of its own, saying whatever it wished.

Lake was quick to hurry after Master Davian, he would definitely pick having dinner over anything else.

How funny that he had dipped out of dinner only to come full circle to having dinner and be unable to get out of it.

He trudged self-consciously as they walked down the empty hallways, most of the house staff all gone for the day.

Lake fiddled with the rips in his jeans as he sat at the dining table after Master Davian.

The Mafia King had stopped speaking, sitting intimidatingly across from him while the kitchen staff brought dinner.

He tucked his hair out of his face, keeping his eyes down, his heart beating so quickly it made him feel sick.

All Lake knew how to do was work menial jobs to pay off his debts. He would work for Master Davian for as many years as he wanted.

He really wanted to believe that the Alpha would just let him get away with this.

"I put everything back," Lake broke the silence after several long minutes, watching Master Davian eat.

"Right." Davian muttered, pointing a fork in his direction. "You don’t like the food?"

Lake really really wanted to tell the Alpha that the quality of the food was the least of his problems.

"It’s fine," He said in a choked-up voice, picking up his utensils to eat,

Clearly, eating was more important to Master than anything else and it was something he could do.

So he ate.

The Mafia King’s presence was oppressive, he was just sitting across from the table eating and it felt like all of the oxygen was being sucked out of the room.

"Can I leave after dinner?" Lake decided to go for it.

Because Master Davian didn’t seem eager to talk about what had happened, and honestly, Lake could completely get behind that.

But he needed something tangible about his current situation, a blunt admission that he wasn’t about to completely lose everything.

"No." Davian’s mouth got ahead of him again.

"Oh," Lake said in a resigned tone, expecting that.

Davian felt a disproportionate amount of guilt from that single word, it was all Lake had to do to make him want to scramble to fix things.

"I meant you should spend the night here," He corrected before he could stop himself.

That didn’t make things better at all because it didn’t give any more explanation than the first response he gave.

Lake was concerned now, "And tomorrow? Can I leave tomorrow?"

There was a twinge of desperation in his voice, starting to feel like Mafia King Davian was playing with him like captive prey.

"You don’t want to stay?"

Master Davian almost sounded disappointed when he said that, and Lake was bereft of what to say.

"I would rather not," He said fearfully.

Davian gritted his teeth, ticked off by the perfectly logical response.

He really didn’t want to have to use this tactic to get Lake to want to spend more time with him but he was leaving him no choice.

"Where would you go if you leave?" He demanded.

Lake had to check the table to make sure that the Master hadn’t been drinking the entire time they sat at the table.

His conversation with the Mafia King kept deteriorating, he could barely focus on his meal.

"To... to my apartment?" He said in a confused tone.

"And? Would you run off again?"

Lake paused, now when the Mafia King asked it like that, it made him want to do just that.

But he initially had no plans to, if Master Davian wasn’t upset by him stealing, he would just go find a new job the next day.

"I have no reason to," He said as honestly as he could, hoping this odd line of discussion would end here.

"I’ve troubled you enough, my apartment isn’t so far, I would prefer to spend the night there."

Lake picked his words carefully, well aware that Master Davian could choose to take back everything he had agreed to, even the clearing of his father’s debt.

That could always come to rest on his shoulders again, and while it was something he could live with, after being given the option to have it dealt with, he would rather not.

Davian kept his lips pressed together, wary of what he would say if he tried to speak.

He wouldn’t deny that he wanted Lake around but he didn’t want to look deeper into why.

"Fine." He spoke, needing to give a response.

And for the first time, Davian didn’t disagree with the words leaving his lips.

"Return tomorrow. You can have your job at the mansion back."

Then he was back to disagreeing.

Lake nodded and resumed eating, deciding to not talk further about it before he ruined the great deal he had been dealt.

If he would return to the mansion tomorrow to resume working was something he would figure out before the night was over.