Chapter sixteen

Grabbing the footstool in front of the couch where Amber laid,Alek sat down, adjusted the hand of his suit before grabbing one of her legs and placing it on his.

His strong cold hands kneaded the flesh like he was made to do it,each time his hands went up her skin and came down to her ankles Mikhaila's eyes followed and each time she felt murderous,she couldn't tell if she wanted to smack amber's head off or smack the look of concern on Alek's face, whatever it was she wanted to do it so badly but she knew she couldn't.

"What are you doing there,go find some ointment and fetch me some wet washcloth" Alek said without raising his head up from what he was doing and it infuriated Mikhaila the most.

"If you order someone around, at least look at them!" Mikhaila said, starting a tantrum which Alek wasn't having.

"Just get to it Mikhaila , this isn't the time." Alek replied after a sigh.

" Well You have over twenty maid's in this house and you send me?" Mikhaila said,her voice was small but