Breaking The Forbidden Shield (COMPLETED)

Chapter Five

With no time to spear she sprinted towards her bathroom, on her way back out her right ankle sprained mischievously.

Grace cried out, Henry dashed into the room.

"Are you alright Miss Liverpool? ", he asked with a worried expression on his face.

"Henry I've told you to call me Grace, ahhhhhhh. I've sprained my ankle", she wailed. In an instant he was there by her side.

"Come sit", trying to lead her to the nearest chair but she wasn't obliging.

"No, come on lets get going", Grace debated.

"But-",.

"Henry there's no point persuading me to standby now I've got a job to do, lets go", she pushed forward without him on her injured leg.

He stood there, looking at the stubborn woman, but having no other option since she had already made it through the door,  he followed after to join her.

Henry help her climbed the staircase, baffled when she saw the route they were taking was the same route she took earlier.

"Henry are you sure we're going the right way", she didn't mean to be so insolent, as she watched him take a torch off the wall.

"The last I remembered", the man laughed.
It wasn't that she was insinuating he had an abstract memory.
Grace didn't want to tell him of her unfortunate meeting early on.  She was afraid he would think of her as being nosy, So she decided to keep her lips sealed.

Upon reaching the third floor Grace hoped that this wasn't what she thought, the same cold ruthless chill slapped her.
She'd noticed this time torches were lit on the wall, not like the darkness she'd experience before.
Her heart started panicking,  her hands ran cold. Her only hope was that her suspicions weren't true.

"This is as far as my feet can go", Henry told her, Grace spinned her head around so fast that she swore that it would cause her an instant headache but glad it didn't.

"Are you not joining me?", if her fears became true she didn't want to face it alone.

"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to go any further, go on ahead and take the door on your left", henry directly responded.

"Why not! you've reached thus far?",
"If you're not allowed then why am I?",.
"Henry what's going on?", Grace fussed, she wanted to know, seeing the look in his eyes told her it wasn't anything good, it was as if he was afraid of something. But why would he be, what's there to be scared of?  She thought.
but he'd already started backing away.
Grace knew she now had no choice seeing as the man who led her here left her to deal with matters on her own. But she just couldn't understand why he didn't want to join her.
She'd promised to have a talk with him regarding the current situation, right now she hoped she'd get through the embarrassed state she felt, if it turns out her thoughts were accurate.

Back in the same position, between both large doors on the third floor but facing the left this time.

She said a silent prayer.
She stood there, just thinking about what ifs', finally gaining the courage she needed,  Grace thought it was wise not to seem affected by any happenings beyond this point, she easily built up her defensive wall.

Taking a deep breath, three knocks was all she did before she recognized the same deep masculine voice, the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

"Enter", he demanded.

In an lost of words state, Grace was stuck at the doorway when she entered the massive room.
It was seven times the one she was occupying that it could fit every room a house needs.

The interior decorating was just so marvelous even the furniture looked too good to be true.
The double sized king bed architecture was breathtaking it, itvwas one of those kinds only to be found in a palace; the entire room was.

Here eyes soared by all areas of the astonishing room until it landed on the palpable slovenly pieces at the corner of the room.
She knew it was a mirror because of the huge hanging frame that was above. A chair was hanging upside down on the frame, it looked to be thrown.

"Are you just going to stand there?",there it is again, the voice confirming the truth,  it was him, he was him, the boss, her boss, Mr Montego.

The feeling of embarrassed crept over her,  she was ashamed at the fact that she told him off ending up with him insulting her.

He was on the bed, wrapped in the heaviness of the wine red comforter.
There was a net around his superb bed frame.
But the entire room itself was profoundly dark.

She limped closer, feeling and hearing the beating of her heart as much as the sound of her footsteps.

So, she was his new caretaker.
Though she couldn't see him, Alejandro watched as she got closer to him, he knew all too well with the protectant of the dark interiors she wouldn't be able to see anything, but the underneath of his feet.

He watched her closely, she was all so beautiful even with her long ebony hair tied into a messy bun, her skin shone like diamonds, her physique was flawless.
She was limping,  was she hurt?,.

Grace was now standing an inch away from the bed he was lazed on.

There was a lounge chair on the side of the bed, which she rest the first aid box, then taking a seat

"What seems to be the problem sir", she mentally gave herself a tap on the back for sounding so professional.

Without words Alejandro sat in an upright position, shifting his body to the side.
Still under the comforter, he pulled the fabric up more so she can get a clear view of the injuries.

She gasp as she had a glimpse of the expose skin on his right foot.

Alejandro's head bolt up, at the realization hit, he saw what she was looking at.

Quickly he fixed the fabric so the exposed skin can be hidden.

Grace drifted back to reality, strongly trying to put what she'd seen in the back of her mind and kept focus in the task at hand.

How had he sustained these cuts,  does the pile of rubble at the corner have anything to do with it?

Questions she knew she would never get the answer to.

She remained focus like her life depended on it.

Twenty minutes had gone and Alejandro kept his eye fixed on her.
He'd watched her every movement,  she was like a god.
He didn't even flinch when she told him the treatment would hurt a bit, his mind had other focus.
He though he was going to go crazy when he saw her biting on those full lips.
Finding himself wondering what it would be like to bite them to.
He felt his manhood rising, he prayed for her to quickly finish.
But the odds were against him, her robed half slipped open, revealing her harden breast nipple through the silk nightwear she had on, he tried so hard to look away but the sight wheeled him in with lust.

When she was done checking for infection, cleaning the bruises and plastering his foot.
He didn't wait for her to tell him she was done he pulled back in his feet.

Grace thought it was rude of him, he didn't even show gratitude or thanked her.

She quickly tidied up to take her leave.

"What's wrong with yours?", she was already half way through the room, she felt cold bumps on her skin as he asked but she didn't turn to him, she kept her eyes on the door.

"Sprained", she responded. Then there was silence she continued toward the door.

"Im paying you more than enough to get it seen to", what was his problem, she thought. She thank heavens that she was already at the door, she hurriedly closed it behind her.

When she was finally out she took a deep sigh of relief.