Sorry for not uploading yesterday. Wasn't feeling good, but I'm better now. :) Here's the next chappy.
Chapter 16 ~ Cookies and Pool ~
“No, no, no!” He growled, pulling the measuring cup out of my hands.
“Michael! Let her do it.” Adelaide chastised Master Carthwrite while holding back a smile.
“But this is the fifth batch she's ruined!” I held back a smile myself, while he continued to whine about everything I did wrong. I never was good at cooking.
“Honey, you need to help her then, don't just tell her what to do.” He closed his eyes and let out a low growl that only I could hear. “Stop grumbling and do something.” I guess I was wrong.
Master Carthwrite took the bowl and emptied it for the fifth time.
“Here, melt this butter in this pan.” He gave me a small pan and two sticks of butter. Setting the pan on the stove, I stuck the two sticks in the pan and turned on the burner. Letting it sit for a few minutes, I looked at the mushy stuff.
“Like this?” He came and looked over my shoulder and let out a long sigh.
“You have to take the wrapping off.” He said through clenched teeth.
“Oh..” I looked at it with disappointment, sighed, and dumped it in the garbage.
“Mom, can you grab another stick of butter?” Adelaide rose from her chair behind the island and went to the fridge.
“Um, looks like I'm gonna have to go buy some butter.” She murmured, more to herself than us.
“That's it. No more cooking for you.” Master Carthwrite shook his finger in my face before he noticed Adelaide's steady glare. He smiled sheepishly, folding his hands behind his back.
“I'll go buy some butter, meanwhile, you guys can mix everything else up. Brandy?”
“Hmm?” I rose an eyebrow as she gave Master Carthwrite a meaningful look.
“If he so much as threatens you, tell me.” Master Carthwrite scowled down at me while I nodded.
The moment she left the room, his hand found my neck, stopping the squeak of fright that was coming out of my mouth.
“You better watch what you say to my Mother because if I hear a word from her, you're gone. Got it?” I nodded, not being able to breathe. I gasped for air when he let my neck go, my lungs burning from the sudden intake of air.
“Yes, Master.” I answered between gasps.
“You really know nothing about cooking, do you?” The amused look on his face made me irritated, but I nodded. “I'll make the batch of cookies and when my Mom gets back, you'll pretend you helped and that we had a good time...got it?”
“Yes, Master.” I sat in the chair, watching as he moved swiftly, putting all the ingredients in the bowl. Surprisingly, he hummed a random tune as he stirred everything together. It was a soft, but deep steady hum. “What song is that?” I found myself asking. He stopped humming and turned to look at me.
“I don't remember. Heard it long time ago.” He said with a shrug and returned back to stirring, not humming anymore.
After he finished mixing everything together, he sat down next to me and leaned onto the island with a sigh. Not wanting to stare at him, I stretched my arms out on the counter and placed my head down on the cool surface. I jumped when his finger started to trace around my hand, a bored look on his face.
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