14 Did The Woman Say, Black Currant?

He would have called back, but the knock on the door became harder.

Jim frowned. Then sending a quick, "What happened?" to Park, he opened the door.

And the scene before him almost made him jump in shock.

It was Miya who stood there, alright, but she had such a satanic expression on her face, Jimmy couldn't help but be a little scared.

What had he done now?

Miya looked at him up and down, then angrily tried to stomp into the room. The doorway was small, so Jimmy quickly turned sideways to let her in. He was just trying to directly avoid her wrath, so he looked away, but then for a second, her body was completely pressed against his. He froze.

She had crossed into the room, but Jim still stood against the door, stuck to it like a lizard.

He would have cried.

He really didn't know what was wrong with his crotch.

Why?

Why?

Why? Why was it doing this to him?!

He felt like hitting his head, the feeling was so strong.

He didn't even know. Why was he attracted to this woman?!

This time it wasn't the eyes, or the voice. It was the bloody body! And a body that wasn't even visible to the naked eye. The woman wore such baggy clothes!

He was sick! All that bride-chasing for a month had finally taken its toll on him. He had at last gone mad!

Jim would have whined further in his head, but then a rather cold voice called out to him, "Move aside. You're blocking the way."

He looked at his side, towards the entrance again, only to see Miya's kid standing there.

Oh.

So he had woken up.

Jim saw that even though he was still jammed against the door, there was more than enough space for the midget to get in.

He didn't move.

The boy glared at him crossly, but said nothing. He entered the room with a slight stomp, that made him look like an elephant. Jim smiled.

Meanwhile, Miya had dumped the four paper bags in her hand onto the bed, and had turned around sharply. She looked at Jim gormlessly sticking to the door, then finally lost her patience. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat.

Jimmy was taken by surprise.

There were many things wrong with him. What, in particular, she was talking about, he did not know. Moreover, she had used the expression, "What the hell", before her kid. What was she, an idiot?

He lifted his eyebrows, and motioned towards the kid, trying to tell her not to use such words before a child.

Miya didn't understand.

"What?" she said rather rudely, and Jim let out an exasperated sigh. He quickly walked towards her, making sure he wasn't too close, and then said in a low voice, "Don't say 'What the hell' in front of him. It's bad parenting."

Jim frowned at this, then raised his brows in question. He was relieved that she wasn't looking like a demon anymore, but why did she suddenly seem happy?

Wait a second.

Could she be bipolar? Ah! Maybe that was why Park had told him to get away from the place!

As a thousand questions crossed across Jim's face, Miya was positively beaming.

"You're annoying, you know," she said, "but kind of cute too." She then shrugged nonchalantly, and motioned Ben to follow her into the kitchen.

Jimmy's heart pounded.

Cute.

She had called him cute!

His crotch immediately sprang into action, and Jim mentally slapped himself thrice. "You moron!" he screamed to himself, "Annoying! Annoying! She also called you annoying!"

Focus on the 'annoying', you idiot!

Get angry!

Jim panted, unable to focus. Just then, the object of his torment entered the room again and gave him an approving nod. His d*ck almost left his balls.

Jim positively howled in anger now. Someone should beat him up! He should not be alive!

He was a disgrace to all humankind!

Miya, of course, was unaware of the astounding effect she had had on him. Her mood had improved by the young master's good manners, and so she was satisfied. Mr. Hunter must not be as vile as she had thought, after all. So, she decided to help him out a bit further and unpacked one of the paper bags. She took out a fresh towel that smelled really nice, and walked towards Jim.

"Here," she handed it over to him, "Go have a bath. I'll take out your ice cream till then. It's black currant. Do you like it?"

In that moment, Jim was speechless. He felt a million butterflies flutter in his stomach.

Black currant?

Did the woman say, black currant?

Oh holy hell, this was the best news he had heard all day!

Jim obediently snatched the towel from her hand, careful not to look at her, before she spoke again.

"Be fast though. There's a… well, situation at hand that you'll need to deal with."

Jim turned back.

"What situation?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Bath first," she said, then motioned towards the door of the bathroom, "You don't smell very nice. I'll tell you over your ice cream, okay?"

He frowned. He was being treated like a child.

The strange thing was, right then, he didn't mind.

"Aw hell," Jim whispered to himself. It must be his overly excited crotch.

Sighing, he walked into the bathroom.