"Young Mistress Dominixe, Young Master Ismael wishes to see you," Anita said for the nth time.
I sighed and sipped on my tea. Ismael kept bombarding me that he wanted to speak with me. I knew what he wanted. I turned my head at Valerian, who just went out of the bathroom, before I turned to Airene.
"Airene."
She jumped to her feet and was busy massaging my hand. "Yes, my lady?"
"Speak with Ismael and tell him I am not in the proper mood to discourse with him."
I knew that Ismael was already frustrated. But it would be fun to play with him. I want to make him feel frustrated. I wanted to make him pay for causing trouble on my part.
Her eyes widened. She must have been surprised that I let her speak with him this time.
"Yes, young mistress."
Valerian sat across from me in my peripheral vision, making himself home. "So, when are you going to play with me as your toy?" he asked nonchalantly.
