Guilty Pleasure ||Adrien Agreste/Chat noir X Male! Reader||

3. The Body Is No Better Than The Ugly Face.

Welcome back. I hope that today's chapter will be to your liking!
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"Amazing! [Name], you are amazing!"

An echoing voice came from what all one could see is a figure, blinded by a warm orange tinted sunset light. It felt good, really good. Like being at the top of the world, loved and remembered by everyone. It was like an insurance for a requiem in your name. But it also felt sad as if it were the end of it already.

"Mr. Pakar? Are you in there?"

[Name]'s swollen eyes snapped open when a disembodied soft spoken manly voice uttered from the other side of the door leading to his room. The sun was setting in real time too.

[Name]'s eyes languidly stared at his white clean ceiling, grounding himself back to reality.

Oh yeah... This is where I am at.

He then rose from his bed and scratched his now messy hair, looking very irritated.

"Yeah, I'm here." He almost complains, making an unintentionally pouty waking face.

"Are you still getting ready? The Agrestes have already arrived twenty minutes ago, everyone is waiting for you downstairs." The voice spoke again.

Oh yeah... I have to deal with them.

"I'll be down in a sec'." [Name] says, putting minimal effort to fix his hair and not bothering to put some nice clothes before opening his door.

To his surprise the butler was still waiting for him, arms behind his back. [Name] stared at him from the feet up.

"Are you not changing clothes?" Philip asked raising a thick brow.

"No, I'm fine like this." [Name] responds, tugging at his Grey sweater.

"Maybe the Agrestes will be expecting something more...?" Philip's eyes gave [Name] a quick half squint. "...Posh." He said monotonous.

"Have you seen me? I'm the definition of posh." [Name] mocks Philip by milking the 'posh'. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some money hungry hypocrits to deal with..." [Name] utters, sounding exasperated, trying to pass around Philip.

"Wait, please." Philip gets in front of [Name]'s way to the staircase and gives him a worried look, gaining the teen's attention.

"Yeah?"

"I know it's not my place to say this but as a human with empathy and a friend of this household's family..." Philip's lower lip shakes, in fear of losing his job.

"I do not approve of what you did to Miss Marissa's daughter, earlier today. I don't know what she did to annoy you to such an extent. She refused to talk about it." He says looking a bit disappointed and hunching his shoulders.

"But nothing justifies the physical violence you inflicted upon her." He shakes his head 'no' "You are her guest here, you should be grateful, [Name]." Philip tattled in a silvery voice, standing as straight as a pencil and not moving an inch. "You should try to get to know her, she's a really great girl!" Philip encourages, finally moving to put his hands on [Name]'s shoulders, insisting on the importance of the matter.

[Name]'s eyes widened mildly at the physical contact, staring into the man's dark brown eyes.

"Yeah...You're right..." [Name] slowly pushes both of the butler's wrists away from his body, making the latter's hands slip off the teen's shoulders.

[Name] lifted his head up to clearly face the taller butler, revealing a threatening frown. Philip shrunk backwards a bit when [Name] brought his index upwards at the working man's throat level, in a scolding manner.