After clearing his head, Leon found his way to his student's house. He had two people to tutor today. After rounding up with his first student, he immediately left for his second student's house.
Leon dreaded this particular student. For two reasons: the student's alpha father was an oddball, and the student, himself, was incredibly annoying.
However, Leon liked one thing about them: they were incredibly rich. The alpha father, Hilton Plover, was a corrupt politician and his female omega wife, Noelle Plover, was a rare art appraiser.
Leon preferred Noelle because she was polite and formal. As for Hilton… just thinking about him caused hives to break out from Leon's skin.
Leon reached the Plover mansion at five in the evening and was welcomed into it by the strict old housekeeper. She led Leon to the piano room—yes, they had a piano room—of the mansion.
His student, George, was already waiting for him when he got there. Fifteen years old and rebellious against everything was Leon's second student of almost two months.
His mother was the one who arranged for him to take lessons as he was always playing games with his hands. She thought learning an instrument like the piano would put his fast reflexes to better use.
She was wrong.
The kid couldn't play an accurate note even if his life depended on it.
George was sitting on the polished wooden floor of the spacious room. He was aggressively tapping the screen of his phone, wearing headphones and grunting occasionally.
A headache was already forming behind his eyes and he hadn't even begun the lesson for the day. He walked over to George and tapped the side of his headphones three times.
George didn't respond. Leon could tell that the kid knew he was around. He just chose to ignore him. This made Leon bite down on his bottom lip and rip the headphones off George's ears.
"Bro, why?" George complained afterwards, looking at Leon with an offended expression.
"I am not your bro. Get seated," Leon used his almighty lecture voice to speak.
George grumbled in annoyance as he forced himself to stand up and walk over to the bench at the center of the room, placed in front of the grand piano.
Leon sucked in a deep breath and went in George's direction.
"Where's the sheet music I gave you last week?" he asked George, eyes narrowed with obvious irritation.
George's lips were tugged up as he brought out a squeezed piece of paper from his pants' pocket. Leon didn't know whether to laugh or cry, collecting the paper from George and straightening it out.
Due to being mismanaged, some of the notes on the paper had been wiped off, forcing Leon to renew them before he handed the paper back to George.
"Okay, I gave you enough time to practice. Show me what you've learnt," Leon crossed his arms in expectation of results.
For the next ten minutes, he was put through immeasurable audio torture.
"You can stop now," Leon said as George was about to finish off the torment.
"Good enough for you?" George asked, nonchalantly.
Leon frowned. "Not at all."
Leon spent two hours trying to get George to understand that chords are supposed to be synchronized when played and not uncoordinated. It was hard to teach a kid who believed he was always right and had the upper hand since his parents were big shots.
Today, Leon didn't wait for the set time of their session to expire before he dismissed himself. Every day was a struggle with George. His head, ears, and mouth could only take so much.
Before going back home, Leon visited a pastry shop to get snacks for Hendrix. The money he paid for the pastries was from the earnings he made at the recital.
The only reason why he worked so hard was to spoil himself and his child on days like this.
Leon's bad mood from his tutoring session with George had died down by the time he reached his house. Holding a box of cupcakes in his hand, Leon was about to knock on his apartment's door.
However, he discovered that the door was standing ajar. The faint smile that had been on his lips stiffened as he heard a familiar laugh bubble from the inside of his house.
"Argh, fuck…"
His bad mood returned. Leon pushed the door open and walked into his house. He was only two steps in when he heard a peppy voice call out, "Brother!"
On the floor of the living room, three people were seated with folded legs in a triangular order. The first was Max who had a cleansing mask on his face. The second was Hendrix… who seemed to be getting his nails done.
The last person was the one painting Hendrix's nails. He had his light brown hair styled in two tiny ponytails. There was a pair of fancy watermelon glasses shading his bright green eyes, and his lips were painted crimson red.
He was draped in a stylish long rose-colored robe. His skin was awfully fair, and the way he sat exuded a sort of sensual vibe even though he wasn't doing anything of the sort.
As Leon looked at the guy, his facial features hardened more and more.
"You're back!" Ezra exclaimed, rising up from the floor and running over to Leon.
"What's this? Cake? You got it for me? How'd you know I was coming? Aww, you're so cute!" Ezra was already reaching into the box in Leon's hand to grab a cupcake as he bounced on his toes, excited.
"They're not for you," Leon slapped Ezra's hand and walked away to the kitchen.
On his way, he threw Max a look, and the latter looked away sheepishly. He could clearly remember telling Max never to let Ezra in whenever he came around. Now, not only was his older twin brother in his house, he had also gotten comfortable enough to change clothes and act like he was a resident.
Leon placed the box of cupcakes in the kitchen, then planted his hands on his waist as his eyes swept his house.
There were already traces of Ezra everywhere.