My Perfect Lady

Jim was watching Miya and Hartley curiously, when the huge man hit him in the elbow. Startled, the young master let go of the bottle of water that he had been holding in his hand. Garret caught it with a smug grunt.

Then in one swift motion, he poured the water all over Jim"s face.

Jimmy closed his eyes in alarm, whereas Garret just laughed out loud.

"31, Jimmy Hunter," he scoffed, "And still making rookie mistakes!"

Jim scowled.

And with one agile leap, he took the big man down.

Jim launched himself at Garret, quickly making him fall to the floor. The bigger man supported himself on his elbows so as not to hit his head. Jim then took his chance and pushed him down by putting an arm over his chest. He was almost lying over Garret, as the bigger man cursed.

"F***."

Jim smirked, but was quick to say, "Ground rules today, Gar. No cuss words. I have a child in the room."

With that, Jim prevented Gar"s attack as he almost threw Jimmy off himself. Jim fixed himself over the bulky man with all strength, even though it was quite hard to do. Then they both tousled on the floor in coils, trying to pin the other"s shoulder to the ground for at least three seconds, like it was done in pro wrestling.

Miya stood in a corner, transfixed.

She watched Jimmy Hunter with a lot of interest, surprised that he was holding up against the huge guy. He was barely breathing, of course, but he still hadn"t lost. That surprised Miya. At one point though, she was sure Jim had hurt his back, and she wanted to rush to him for help when the irritating guy beside her held her by the shoulder.

When she glared back at him, Hartley immediately put his hand away. But he still told her, "Don"t interfere unless they call for help. Which they will. It"s their sixtieth wrestle, and the last fifty nine ended in a draw. They"ll resort to cheap tricks soon, and call for aid anyway."

Miya"s eyes lost some of the danger and she looked back at Garret and Jim. Sure enough, they were trying their best to wrestle, but she had to admit, they were both lousy. It was just that they were big and somewhat strong. As far as technique was concerned, Garret was still okay. Jim was simply awful.

But Hartley"s words brought to her attention another fact, and her jaw almost dropped at the realization.

"They"re friends!" she said, shocked, as she looked at Hartley. Well… she remembered this man was there on the day she had signed the contract. But she didn"t think this was a bunch of Jimmy Hunter"s friends! They were all so… different.

Miya looked at the smallest guy, the one with gla.s.ses, who was keeping scores now for the fighting duo. Then she gave the blondie a small glance. Later, she looked at the wrestling guy.

What an odd combination! They all looked so different from each other! No wonder they had tried to pull a prank on Mr. Hunter…

And no wonder, he had done the same.

And here she had been, worried that these were people looking for trouble.

Miya was relieved, but at the same time she felt sorry too. She should not have hit Jimmy"s friends. But then again, she was glad she had been able to protect the husband… well, at least once.

Not to mention, she still didn"t like this blonde person.

She gave him a careful glance, looking at his soft hair, his smooth skin and flawless smile. Even his teeth were perfectly shaped. Something about the man immediately p.i.s.sed her off. But he did seem quite familiar…

Hartley saw the scary Aunty looking at him, and once again he lost his nerve. But then he gathered up his wits and courage and asked, "What?"

He tried to keep fear out of his voice.

Miya frowned.

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

When Hartley heard the words, he was aghast. The guts of this woman! She had forgotten a beautiful face like his! Heatedly, he mumbled, "Yes. I saw you at the hospital, when you signed the contract with Jimmy."

And you were not nice to me, by the way, Hartley thought grudgingly.

Miya rolled her eyes.

"I know that," she shot back, "I"m asking why it seems like I"ve see you somewhere before. Your face looks awfully familiar."

It was at that exact moment that Hartley thought of his career as an actor. He almost smiled to himself, feeling blessed.

This was his moment of victory over the rude Aunty!

"I"m an actor," he said proudly, "So, you must have watched one of my films."

"Oh."

Miya hadn"t expected the answer, and her gaze became more scrutinizing after she heard Hartley"s reply. Her words were still unimpressed.

"Which movie?"

Feeling awkward, and like he was about to be given death sentence under the Aunty"s glare, Hartley quickly went over all his movies, trying to decide which one girls had liked best. Then this woman would fawn over him too!

With a hmph, he declared, "Not Your Type of Guy. Girls especially like that one!"

It was then that reminiscence struck. Miya"s eyes widened a little in realization as she recalled the hype around a movie with that name about a year ago. Naturally, she had downloaded it and watched it on her phone too.

This man was the male lead from there!

"You are horrible!" Miya said with a fascinated face, before she could stop herself, "I don"t think I"ve seen anything so horrible before! Oh, no. There was something called The Devil"s Mistress too. That one was worse than yours!"

Hartley"s jaw dropped.

"That was mine too!" he shouted, horror-struck.

And those were two of his highest grossing commercial movies!

Miya looked surprised, and then she made a face.

"You had a brain transplant in that one," she said accusingly.

"Yes," Hartley was offended, but he wanted to get to the root of the matter and understand her point.

"Don"t you know brains have never been transplanted into humans till now?"

"Well, my movie was a first attempt. And it was a successful transplant!"

"That is so f***ing stupid, I don"t even know what to say. Are you an idiot?"

Those words were enough to drill into Hartley Greene"s ego and make him want to cry. No woman had ever looked him in the eye and called him an idiot.

This scary Aunty was mean!

Miya shot the blondie a cold look, and then turned away to watch the fight. She was a little pleased with herself. She had had her revenge.

This actor dude had called her Aunty, after all.

Meanwhile Hart cursed her a thousand times, and racked his brain for a clever reply.

It was just then that Garret called out loud.

"Hart! Shekhar, come on up and help me beat this guy!"

Jimmy had the man pinned down to the floor, and was practically sitting on his chest. His hold seemed weak though, and he was sweating profusely.

Or maybe it was the water.

Hartley came back to his senses and decided he was more interested in the fight. He therefore leapt up on Jimmy from behind. He was too fragile though, and he had to protect his face, so cheap tricks was all he could resort to. He began to tickle the young master.

Jim was p.i.s.sed.

Shekhar too had stepped forward hesitantly to join in on the duel. Miya and Ben hesitated, simply because they were all a group of friends, and Jim really hadn"t called for help. Well… he did know that they were on his side, right?

When Shekhar was ready to pounce on Jim, Ben quickly made a swift move. The little boy trotted to where the bar of soap was lying and happily kicked it towards Shekhar. It came in the man"s way, and Shekhar ended up slipping on it too.

Only, he didn"t land on his b.u.t.t like Hart.

He landed on Garret instead.

On his face, to be exact.

The short man supported himself on his hands so that his chest wouldn"t be hurt. In the process though, he fell face down on Garret, and his lips locked on the big man"s own.

Everyone froze.

Hartley, who had almost climbed over the young master"s back to tickle him in the front, was the first to react.

All sense was lost to him, and the man howled as if he was physically in pain.

"My eyes!" he yelled, "My eyes!"

With that, he left Jim alone and ran out of the room, sobbing that the world was corrupt for corrupting his mind and that he was going to complain to the Senior Hunter.

Miya could barely hold in her laughter, but she did embrace Ben so that his face was buried into her chest. He was not allowed to see this strange turn of events.

Meanwhile Shekhar visible paled.

Although the kiss had lasted barely a second, the shorter man was panting, looking horror struck.

"Oh My G.o.d," he said, putting a hand over his mouth, "Oh My G.o.d."

And then he ran to the washroom, looking as if he was ready to puke.

It was exactly then that Jim laughed.

"I think I won this one, Gar!" he teased merrily, "You need to admit defeat and go rinse your mouth now!"

Garret lay beneath Jim, frozen. And when he did look up at the young master, there was murder in his eyes.

"You"re going to pay for this," he said, and with one move of his hand, shoved Jim down and pinned him to the floor.

That scared even Miya.

Jim looked into Garret"s eyes, and remembered their twenty eighth fight, when Garret"s eyes had had a similar look. That night, Gar would have beaten the sh*t out of Jimmy, had Jim not asked for Shekhar and Hartley"s help.

The two had been on his side back then. Bolin, had aided Gar. The fight had then resulted into a draw.

Jim knew he had no chance of surviving this, so he called onto his little trump card in desperation and fear.

"Miya!" the young master cried out loud, "Quick, help me up! I need you now!"

Miya was watching the fight, but the call still took her by surprise.

She looked at the men, then said doubtfully, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes! But make indirect attacks! Don"t use your hands, he"s b.l.o.o.d.y angry!"

Miya understood, whereas Gar scoffed.

"Calling to the missus, now?" he said, trying to incite Jimmy"s manly pride.

Sadly for him, Jim valued his bones more. So he answered in a huff.

"Of course. She"s my permanent team mate! And she"s good at this stuff, so…"

Miya meanwhile, had begun to plan. This man was Jim"s friend, and this was a lousy friendly brawl. She obviously couldn"t seriously hurt the big guy, but she had to go help Jimmy. So all in all, only one possibility came to her mind.

She put Ben on the floor again, and said very seriously.

"We have to get ready for the Jim Attack, baby boy."

Ben"s face broke into a smile and he nodded rigorously, overjoyed. Miya grinned back and then rushed off to somewhere.

Jim had heard the wife"s words. He was surprised.

Had Miya really named one of her moves after him?

That was so…

Before he could complete the thought though, the mother and son had returned.

And Jim"s face automatically filled with horror when he saw them again.

The F***!

For now, Miya was running towards Gar with a broom in her hand, whereas Ben attacked him with a wiper wrapped with a mop.

This…

The Jim Attack…?

Oh, no.

Oh f*** no!