I sorta love Lima, especially her confidence.

Chapter 15.

Let down your hair baby.

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Viaan was sitting with his designs in front of Lima. "So the left side had three rooms and one of them is locked so I was thinking we could combine these two rooms into one big guest bedroom?"

"I am not opening a hotel." Lima retorted. "Why would I need a big guest bedroom?"

Viaan nodded, looking down. "Then how about just a door in between them? For easier way?"

"There's a perfectly working door used to enter and exit, why one in middle of those rooms?"

Viaan bit his lower lip, pulling out another design. "How about converting one into a modern bedroom with rich textures and bold lights. And the second room, into a fairytale room."

Lima's eyebrows raised in question. "A fairytale room?"

Viaan nodded. "Yes. The room will have walls with colors like dusty pink and shades of mint pastels. Full length windows with lace curtains and the bed with have a transparent shaped dome over it. The cabinets the cupboards the whole décor will be vibrant and colorful. Just like a princess would have."

Lima's blood red colored nails tapped on the table. "Do I look like a princess?"

Viaan gulped. "Uh well." He was confused on how to answer that without meaning it as an insult.

"Well?"

"Yes?" Viaan squeaked uncomfortably.

"Don't you call me a witch?" her nails stopped the tapping.

Alesha was biting her nails looking worriedly at Viaan. He had dug this hole for himself. Really? A princess room? Was he making a room for kids? How could he be this stupid?

Viaan blinked fast, looking down at the papers. "Well, uh not in that way."

"Then in what way?"

Viaan rubbed his neck. "As a compliment you know."

"How is being called a witch a compliment?" Lima's tone was turning harder.

"Because you cast magic on us." Viaan said, smiling timidly at Lima.

Lima breathed out a laugh surprised at that comment. "Magic?"

Everyone was equally shook by the sudden laugh. Gaining confidence Viaan nodded. "Yes, you just ooze that mystic charm. It's like you are an enchanting witch, so captivating."

Lima folded her arms, looking at Viaan. "What a load of crap."

"Huh?"

"But I like it." Lima shrugged. "Let's make a princess room."

All four designers blinked in utter astonishment. "Really?" Viaan asked.

Lima nodded. "Yeah, I want to how it will look. I have never had anything a princess would. This could be fun."

Viaan's lips turned upwards, his teeth showing. "You won't be disappointed." He assured her. "It would be the best princess room."

"If there's anything resembling those pathetic Disney princess who had no self-respect, I'll cut open your intestine and feed it to you real slow."

Viaan swallowed and nodded slowly. "It-uh." He took a deep breath. "It would be different from those. Unique, just like you."

"Great!"

Mr. Pence entered the room. "There's some called Jeffery outside. He demands to see Ms. Diaz."

Olivia stood up so fast, her chair fell down. "Jeffery?" she shrieked in surprise.

Mr. Pence nodded.

Olivia didn't wait a second, she sprinted out, too excited to see her cheating boyfriend.

Alesha stood up scowling. "That fucking asshole!"

Alesha, Viaan and Rishit dashed behind Olivia while Lima casually strolled out, her arms folded and her eyes darkened.

Jeffery was pacing out of the house, hands in his pockets and furious look on his face. How dare his pathetic girlfriend raise her voice against him? Did she have no manners? Had he taught her nothing?

Olivia ran towards him, ecstatic to see him after two months. "Jeff baby, my love!" she shouted, wrapping her arms around his bulky body.

Jeffery looked down at the female with a scowl. He pushed her away. "How dare you?"

Olivia blinked in shock. "What?"

"How dare you spread the rumor that I have a small dick?"

Olivia staggered back a little confusion on her face. "Wh-what?" she shook her head. "What are you talking about?"

Jeffery glared at her, his nose flared. "I should have never dated you. You are not even hot."

Olivia's eyes brimmed with unshed tears, her lower lip trembling.

Jeffery continued trashing Olivia's self-esteem. "I can believe I gave you attention. I even gave you that girlfriend title, what more do you want? Huh? So what if I cheated on you a few times? What's the big deal? All men cheat. We can't be satisfied with just one woman." He scorned at her. "Especially a nobody like you. You should be grateful to me that you had the honor of kissing me and sleeping with me."

A tear escaped Olivia's eye, she didn't move to wipe it away, she couldn't move. His words were digging a hole in her brain, lowering the little love she had for herself. Her confidence in her looks was vanishing and so was her dignity.

She sniffled. "I-I didn't do anything." She whispered, another tear escaping her eyes.

"You lying slut!" he hissed. And then his palm connected with her cheek at lightning speed.

Oliva's face turned to the right from the sudden impact of the slap. Instantly a red color developing on her cheek.

Alesha gasped in shock, a hand over her mouth and wide open eyes.

Mr. Pence looked away, shaking his head.

Viaan and Rishit both gawked before storming up to Jeffery to punch him.

Lima leaned against the open door, smirking and enjoying the scene. Ah, I wish had some popcorn.

Viaan was the first to punch Jeffery. "You dickhead!"

Jeffery unfortunately had experience in fighting, he blocked the punch and instead Viaan received a punch on his ribs. Viaan winced in pain, bending over, holding his stomach.

Rishit managed to hit Jeffery's gym trained chest but that barely gave him any pain. He tried to punch Rishit's jaw and Rishit instantly shifted his body avoiding the punch. Rishit then grabbed the stretched arm and twisted it, making Jeffery scream in pain.

Lima's smirk proudly widened as she saw Rishit fighting so well.

Rishit managed to hit Jeffery in the stomach and jaw but Jeffrey wasn't a submissive, he wasn't used to losing, he knew how to fight. And he knew it well.

With great precision, he pretended to punch Rishit in the ribs and as soon as Rishit moved to dodge that punch, Jeffery's other fist boxed him in the face right on the nose.

"Fuck!" Rishit hissed in pain, backing away and holding his nose. There was blood on his hand.

Lima straightened her posture, her smirk gone. Her eyes glazed with fury.

Jeffery moved ahead to take this opportunity to beat up Rishit.

"That's enough!" Lima's voice boomed through the hills, so loud, so piercing, so commanding that even the nearby pigeons flew away from fright.

She walked down the front steps, glaring at Jeffery. Jeffery involuntarily straightened a little under her intense gaze.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Lima's voice wasn't as loud, but in the afternoon sun, it seemed to echo.

Jeffery cleared his throat, wiping off a little blood near his mouth. "They attacked me."

"You slapped her first."

Jeffery scoffed. "So? She deserved it."

Lima could feel her blood pressure rising. "Do you have a small dick?"

Jeffery frowned. "Huh?"

Lima looked at his crotch, taking a step closer to him. He instinctively took a step back. "Your penis." Lima spoke, her voice cold hard. "Is it small?"

Jeffery scorned at the insult, folding his arms defensively. "Of course not."

Lima looked back at his face. "Then how does it matter what rumor is spread? Unless of course it's true."

Jeffery's face flushed, his forehead vein throbbing. "It is not true." He hissed.

"Then what are you doing here?"

His nose flared even more. "Why do you care? I came for Olivia."

"She lives with me, under my house which means I am her guardian. I have every right to care." Lima answered truthfully.

Jeffery's eyes glazed over her as if realizing for the first time just how hot this woman dressed in a maxi blood red slit outfit was. Half of her long hair were tied in a bun with chopsticks and the other half flowed freely till her waist. Her blood red lips begged to be kissed, and her lean legs needed to be wrapped around his body.

He smirked. "Well I am glad I came here. You, my darling, are breathtaking. We should get out of here, talk some place private."

Lima didn't even flinch at his excited gaze. She gave him a tight lipped smile. "Oh trust me, I love to take away breaths. Why don't you come closer?" She spoke, her tone now melodic, hypnotizing.

Jeffrey took a step towards her and Lima stood there, not backing away. Her hand grabbed the chopstick in her hair, pulling it, letting her hair flow open. The other chopstick landed on the ground.

Jeffery smirked. "That's right, let down your hair baby." He came even closer, close enough to touch.

His hand raised, to grab Lima's face. His eyes twinkled with delight. Oh, this woman is a treat. I can't wait to have her beneath me.

Lima twirled her chopstick, grabbing it in a tight fist. Her eyes were desperate to see blood.

The second his arm came closer to her face, Lima's arm rose, the point of her chopstick ready to penetrate through Jeffery's neck.

A hand caught her wrist, stopping the attack.

Lima glared at Rishit, he still had a little blood dripping down his nose. His hold on her wrist tightened.

Jeffery stumbled back a few steps, eyes wide with fright, realizing he could have been stabbed by a chopstick.

"Don't do it." Rishit whispered, his eyes not looking away from Lima's.

Lima's jaw clenched, she pulled her wrist, trying to escape the grasp. "Let go."

"Don't do it." Rishit repeated. "He's not worth it."

Jeffery looked at the two with twisted lips. "What a crazy bitch!"

"Let go Rishit." Lima demanded, her eyes smothered with vehemence.

Rishit didn't listen. He didn't back off. His other hand forced the chopstick out of his tight fist. After the chopstick was safely with him, he let go her hand. "Help me wipe the blood?" he pointed to his nose.

Lima's nose flared, she rubbed her wrist. "Wipe it with your own tongue." she spat, furious that she hadn't got to do some serious harm to this repulsive male creature - Jeffery.

She turned her gaze to Jeffery. "Get out." She commanded, leaving no room for negotiation. "And if I ever see you again, you won't be so lucky to escape."

"I swear I will harm you so bad, you'd wish you were dead!" She promised him.

Jeffery knew it was time to go. He turned around with shaky legs.

"And hey, tiny dick." Lima bellowed.

Jeffrey's feet stopped.

"If you ever mistreat a woman after this minute you won't even have a dick to call it small." Lima vowed, the hate in her voice vibrating in his ears.

He didn't look back. He got into the car and drove away. Nobody moved till he was out of sight and the Olivia let out a yelp of pain, collapsing into an emotional heap on the ground. Her pitiful cries resonating through the trees, through the winds.

Alesha ran towards her to console her friend. Viaan joined them.

Lima looked at Rishit who was holding his nose again. She went to him, grabbing her chopstick back from his hand. "Come with me before I put this through your eye." She seethed angrily at him.

Rishit quietly followed Lima into the house and into the kitchen. She made him sit on the chair. Wetting a cloth with cold water she lightly pressed it against his nose.

He flinched.

"Don't be a baby."

His back straightened.

"Lean forward." Lima instructed. "Breathe through your mouth."

Rishit obeyed.

Lima kept the cloth pressed, letting it soak the blood.

Rishit cleared his throat. "Did you spread that rumor?"

"What rumor?"

"Jeffery's."

"Who is Jeffery?" Lima sassed.

Rishit lifted his head to look at her and Lima held it down. "Look down."

He chuckled softly. "Why did you do it?"

"Why did you not let me stab him?"

Rishit looked up, this time Lima let him. They stared at each other for a few seconds. "Would it have made you feel better?"

Lima gulped. "Obviously."

"Liar."

"Asshole."

Rishit smiled a little. "You would have regretted it."

"I regret not stabbing your eye."

Rishit closed his eyes tilting his face upwards. "Go on then stab me." he nodded. "Stab me. I'm waiting"

Lima stared at the face with narrowed eyes. His eyes were closed and his lips slightly smiling. Without thinking, she placed a small peck on his nose and turned around to throw away the cloth.

Rishit's eyes flew open at the sudden touch of lips. He blinked at the empty space. Slowly his face lowered and he glanced at Lima who was avoiding him, pulling out an ice pack.

"Did you." He smacked his lips together and touched his nose. "Did you just kiss me on the nose?"

Lima turned. "What?" she frowned at the absurd idea. She scoffed, shuddering at the thought. "Why would I do that?"

Rishit stifled a smile. "So who kissed me?"

Lima passed him the ice pack. "Um maybe you dreamed of it?" she blinked at him innocently.

Rishit took the ice pack and chuckled gently. "Could be. I do dream of kissing you. Although it's usually on the lips." His fingers touched hers, not moving away.

Lima's heart skipped a beat. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the mere delicate touch. She couldn't move her hand away from his touch. She didn't want to.

The air around them electrified as their eyes layered with desire no one was ready to act on.

Lima's lips parted, hitching a breath when Rishit's finger grazed hers.

It was sight to witness, Rishit sitting on the chair with his head titled up, his eyes locked with Lima's who stood at an arms distance from him. A strand of black hair dancing on her face tempting Rishit to tuck it behind her ear. Their palms touched the frosty ice pack and yet all they could feel in their veins was the warmth from each other's scorching touch.

Very slowly, his free finger trailed up her arms. He liked the goosebumps that arose in reaction. His fingers stopped just above the start of her red neckline, with her slightly leaning down, he could see the cleavage - it called out to him.

His forefinger trailed the lines, dipping into the cleavage, Lima felt dizzy just by his touch, she could feel the anticipation, the arousal, the hardening of her nipples – her body loved his touch.

Gently yet firmly, Rishit's hand lowered, hovering above her heaving breasts. He hadn't once looked away from her, he waited, asking for permission and when Lima didn't back away – he gazed his knuckles over her nipples – they sharpened instantly.

Lima had been touched, of course she had been, but never once had a single touch to her breasts – and over the clothes too – affected her this much. She could hardly hold back her moan of pleasure.

Rishit's thumb rolled over the nipple and he wished she was naked under him. Oh the pleasures he could give and the moan he would incite.

Suddenly a blaring ringtone broke through the moment, startled, they let go of the icy pack, it fell on the floor with a thud.

Rishit cleared his throat. "Uh I need to take this call." He looked at the caller ID and stood up walking out of the kitchen without a glance back.

Lima stood in the empty kitchen, the air taunting her of the neglected attention. She gritted her teeth, kicking the ice pack. "Asshole. Should have stabbed him when I had the chance." She swore, glaring at the chair he had sat in.

She looked at the aroused breasts, "You round traitors!"

"Ugh!" she yelled, storming to her bedroom.

Rishit closed his eyes, his head rested against the wall as he answered the call. "Yes?"

"What's the status?" the dull voice asked.

Rishit looked at the cloudless sky, he knew he would regret the words the second he said them. "Her father is alive."

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