Chapter 4: Angel

“Mister Robles!” I shouted, trying to get his attention for the project.

“Yes?” he answered shortly as he turned on his back.

“Where should we do the project?”

“Come to my house at 3. Take some pictures as you go.” He said, giving me a piece of

paper with a written address.

I left and shoved the piece of paper in my bag. Unexpectedly, my butler was in front

of the school with my bag.

“Miss, your mother will be buying your clothes for your performance next week so that

you can practice more.” He said.

“Okay” I replied. “Are my pointe shoes there?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’ll leave me some more time with Robles.” I thankfully thought, hoping to meet him as soon as time would let me. After 3 hours of practice at the studio, I immediately left for Robles’ house after I changed into a sweater, tucked in

inside my over-the-knee shorts and put my hair in a ponytail. Nearly approaching, there was a mansion. My butler rang the doorbell and I told him to stay in the limo for a while.

“Good luck for whatever you’re going to do with a boy, ma’am.” My butler said weirdly with a thumbs up.

With a weirded out face, I proceeded to continue ringing the doorbell. Robles’ butler opened the door for me and he was there in an oversized t-shirt and pajamas, looking at a camera that looks like mine, slightly showing his collarbone in a spacious living room close to the glamorous staircase. Not like I didn’t have it too.

“Oh, you’re here?” he said, charmingly but coldly.

“Yeah, I was just from ballet practice.” He’s actually pretty cute when talking with his

deep voice.

“I already took pictures so give me yours.” He distantly replied.

“Oh, okay.” I said, giving my camera to him quickly.

He looked at the pretty pictures that I took while going to his bedroom and just stayed silent and printed them quickly, putting them together with the printed pictures that he took. The project was done in three minutes.

“Your foot’s bleeding.” He noticed.

“I must’ve not notice haha.” I cheekily said but meaning it.

“Give your foot to me.” He said, taking my foot and reaching the ointment in his

drawer beside the bed.

He applied the ointment softly with his warm and big hands and I can’t help but

moan.

“Ah.” The sound came out of my mouth because it was painful.

Suddenly, a loud thud came from his room’s door.

“Please continue mister and miss.” His butler shyly said. Giving us that please-do-more-look.

His butler left and he continued to apply the ointment.

“I’m so sorry about that.” I hurriedly said. “I can’t help it” I added, giving a pitiful look. “Ah! I’m so sorryyy! It hurtsss!”

“Sorry.”