H.U.R.T
Peaches

"How's the condition?"

Steve was on the phone. Sometimes he looks at the bathroom. Zinia had been in five minutes ago but Steve had not heard the tap turn on.

"Harry?"

"Hmm."

"Younaw. He spent more time at the bar. He's still hit. I heard you went on vacation."

Yeah, Steve was talking to Isabel. The two have been communicating frequently lately.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where?"

"Somewhere."

"Where?"

"Somewhere beautiful" Steve turned to the toilet door. He scratched his nose. Still no sound of a faucet lit.

"Is there a woman?"

"Hm."

"Ck! You're this. When are you coming here?"

"Other times. I heard there's a new servant in the palace."

"I don't know. There's a lot of waiters here to let you know, Steve."

"Hm. I thought you'd met him" Steve muttered.

"Meet who?"

"That's it. Forget Austin and start hanging out with other men."

Sounds of annoyance from across the phone. "I've forgotten it. I am not his taste. The girl has thick glasses with fenced teeth. Yeah, yeah, Steve, I know I'm not his taste. Thank you for your advice on hanging out with other men."

"Sama-sama," he said casually and again he heard the innocent girl's shout.

"Mrs. Willson invited me to his house" Isabel's voice sounded doubtful, also tucked away in grief. "I'm confused to respond. It seems like he misses Lexi a lot. What do you think I should do, Steve?"

"See them and stay a few days."

"But, Austin..."

"You can ignore it."

"You know that's a hard thing for me. I've fainted standing up as soon as I see her figure."

"You're very bad" said Steve.

He knew how much Isabel admired Austin. But Steve also knew that Austin would never glance in the direction of the girl. It's not that Austin doesn't like Isabel's slightly unsightly profile. Yes, although it is undeniable that Austin tastes are sexier women who are more challenging.

Isabel, a typical girl who has to be watched 24 hours, is protected at all times. And that's not something that's challenging for Austin. A wild spirit of adventurer dwells within the man and Isabel will not be able to keep up.

"Yes, I suck. Mr. Willson is as screwed up as Harry. Sometimes they both go to the river, visiting the village that has the same flow as the river. Guided from house to house. They are still searching. Do you think there's still hope, Steve?"

Steve was just about to recite, but his sentence was swallowed back down the throat when he heard the sound of an object falling from the bathroom.

"Isabel, I'll call you later."

Without waiting for an answer from Isabel, Steve disconnects the call and immediately throws his phone at the table. He ran to the bathroom, pushing the toilet door without knocking first.

"What-What, Oh... Excuse me... B-how,- Why..." Steve skidded and didn't know what to do.

Zenia was lying on the floor like a dying dolphin with her face covered in her long dress. From the neck to the legs, his body was exposed. Just covered in a black bikini.

"Steven Percy's..."

"Y-yes, I'm here. Hm, I mean I'm going out."

"Tu-wait." Zinia stopped. "Th-this is a little embarrassing. Ii'm sorry. B-but can you help me? I forgot to unbutton my shirt. Her clothes didn't get past my head and my hair made things worse. Wrapped around the button boy and I slipped."

Steve bit his inner cheek, holding back his laughter from breaking. Slowly he approached Zenia who was lying on the floor.

Gluey!

Hurriedly he turned his gaze away from that exposed body. Steve crouched down near Zenia's head.

"I think you should sit down so I can see the problem."

"Oh, yes, you're right." Zenia sat down immediately. Sitting cross-legged, turning his back on Steve.

Steve began to remove the wavy long hair coil from the boy button the trouble maker.

Degs... Degs...

"You can pull it. Directly pull it." Withstanding a slight headache is no problem than to be tormented in this embarrassing situation. Their close position, made Zenia again smell a very soothing and tempting aroma. It's not just his heart that's crazy. Her fur screamed prancing and her blood also rippled violently.

"You'll be in pain and your hair will be damaged."

But this is killing me! Zinia screamed in her mind.

"I-I heard you went into town. What are you doing there?" Zinia opened the topic. The silence would only clarify his heartbeat. Don't let Steve hear it.

"I live in the city."

"Oh."

Dead-end talks.

"W-what's your job?"

"It's not clear."

"Huh?"

"I own several companies, but I'm not in charge. I also have a club and I'm not the one to handle it. We also have a vineyard."

"We?"

"My mother's father."

"Oh, you still have parents?"

"They live in Spain. Recently. They used to live in New York."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Is it a ban that I shouldn't come here? This is my house and this beach is not yours."

Zenia flinched, she reflexively wanted to look back. But his movements actually made his hair interested. He grimaced with pain.

"Don't move yet."

"It's not like that I mean. Why are you so sniffy on me," Zinia grumbled

Steve nosedived his eyebrows. A little surprised by the unexpected question.

"Touch?"

"You're very friendly to my two sisters. Are you still upset with me because of that chilli powder thing?"

"You're bothered if I'm being tight?"

"Yes. You hate me?"

"Steve's... Where are you? I'm coming."

I heard Zetta's voice.

"Done. Hair free. Take a shower." Steve immediately stood up, stepping wide out from inside the toilet.

"Where is Zania?" Zetta asks when she sees Steve coming out of the toilet.

"In the toilet."

"You just got out of there. What are you doing with him there?" Zetta squinted his eyes, staring suspiciously. Steve just ruffled Zetta's hair in response to the girl's question.

"Steve's! I just washed it!"

"You want juice?" Steve offered. The man took some peaches out of the fridge.

"I don't like peaches." Zetta refuses. "And why are there only peaches?"

"Let's not steal it," replied Steve Plat.

"Gosh, how stingy are you." Zetta is upset. "Mom asked me to change your bedding, can I enter your room?"

"When have you been this polite?" Steve curled his eyebrows.

"Four months ago" said the girl.

Steve just smiled.

"Curtain, you smile. So what are you doing in the toilet? You peeked at Zinia?"

"She just helped me take off my hair wrapped around the buttons on my shirt." Zania appeared and joined them. "Oh, peach juice, can I ask for it?"

Steve shook his head, looking at Zinia who was looking at the juice in her hand with interest.

"He likes peach juice?" Zetta.

"Have him make it himself," Steve passed by carrying his juice, leaving the two girls in his kitchen.