"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...