"Aw, Ian! You're so sweet," I cooed as I looked at the bowl from which candies were spilling out. I playfully pecked Ian's cheek in delight and giggled. Clark scoffed as I unwrapped one of the fruity flavoured candy and relished it's tangy taste."I need to wash my hands and face. I'm getting sweaty," I said to Clark and Ian and headed to the open stands where wash basins were located.I hummed some random song and washed my dirty hands when an old man, probably in his late seventies came to wash his hands too. He gurgled and the noise made me gag. I narrowed my eyes at him when suddenly he removed his teeth set and I gasped.I didn't realize it was fake for a few seconds. I blinked rapidly as he coolly washed the fake teeth set. I laughed loudly when realization hit me and all the people nearby looked at us amusingly. I explained to the people in between my laughs and they didn't really get much of the joke. They looked at me as if I just stole their mother and quietly walked away.I
"Are you alright?" Ian asked, his voice laced with concern and I nodded faintly. He was holding my stringy hair as I was spewing behind the bushes."Here." Clark offered me a bottle of water. I snatched it from him and narrowed my eyes. He should have been the one puking behind the bush, not me. I washed my face and tried to clean the vomit with water. My nose scrunched up in disgust at the gooey mess."Do you feel better?""Lighter," I replied to Ian and he handed me a towel. I wiped my face and exhaled loudly. "My mouth still tastes like vomit, ugh. Brownie, would you like to kiss me now?""What?" Clark asked as he looked up from his phone."Come here, Brownie. Kiss me sexy ass," I said playfully and took a few steps towards him. He looked horrified and Ian laughed. "Come on, delicious Brownie. Don't be shy.""Ew, Georgia. You just . . . " he trailed off as I went after him."I didn't know you were capable of saying 'ew.'" I chased him around until I came across a few sweet stalls.
"Hello, George," Ian greeted through the phone and I sloppily got up from bed.I asked wearily, "What happened Ian?""Clark and I were going to-wait, are you alright?" he said, his voice laced with concern and worry."No, I'm sick.""Why? I mean what happened?""It's not that severe---""Do you want me to bring you something? Or take you to the doctor?" he bombarded me with a series of questions and I exhaled loudly.I said a bit forcefully, "No, it's nothing really.""It must be something George. Is it cold or fever?""Neither.""Then what is wrong?" he asked again and I hesitated. "What is it George? You're such a tough cookie, you---""Nothing! I just . . . ate a lot yesterday and my bladder got all weird," I admitted in a low voice, trying my best to not get embarrassed."Oh," Ian said and there was a long pause."Yeah, so I need to go to the bathroom again, you know," I said awkwardly and sprinted to the bathroom."Oh yeah, sure. Take care and if you need anything, you can---""D
"Oh my god! Yes, I did it!" I squealed when I saw the football hit the goal. Clark, Ian, I and some local boys were playing football with Ian, I and two boys in one team, whereas Clark and the others in the other team. Somehow I had managed to beat the other team and I was overjoyed to see Clark groan in defeat."That was so cool, George!" Ian came running to me and we did a hard chest bump. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot I had boobs. The moment after our chests collided, I sat down in embarrassment and a slight pain."I'm so sorry George. I forgot you had erm . . . " Ian trailed off and I laughed awkwardly."Ah, no that's fine. It's hurting but I can't possibly put bandage over my boobs now, can I?" I massaged my tits and Ian just stared at me. He seemed so guilty for initiating the chest bump in the first place. I assured him that I was fine so he reluctantly went towards Clark.By now, a small crowd of the boys playing with us gathered around me. Their gaze was fixe
The game completely exhausted me. Clark and Ian had to drag me to the nearby juice bar so I wouldn't faint and possibly die. We slipped into the booth and I sighed wearily. We slowl scanned through the menu and I couldn't settle for one juice or smoothie. There were just so many options and my head was spinning already."Hello George, Ian and . . . the new boy," the waitress approached us and greeted."He's Brownie---""Clark," Clark interjected as if he expected me to say something stupid."Oh yes, right. You're already quite popular around the town. I can see why," the waitress that was Kelly said and gazed lovingly at him. Our town was pretty small so any news especially about a hot nerdy guy moving in would spread like wildfire.Clark didn't say anything and he looked down to browse through the menu. I smiled at Kelly and I clearly didn't miss her excess amount of cleavage exposed. Her breasts looked two perfect, round mounds which couldn't go unnoticed through her flimsy, white s
"Let's do something fun Brownie. I'm bored here!" I whined and stretched myself on the floor. Clark peeked through the papers he was working on and raised his eyebrow, questioning my spread eagle position on the floor.We both were alone in Clark's house and he was busy with some business stuff. I enjoyed teasing and troubling him when he was working, but he completely ignored me. I rolled on the floor for some time to kill time, then I started tickling Clark's leg, but he seemed unaffected. Now, I was just lying on the floor."Get up," he said in a low, cold voice and I frowned."You're not the person who bosses around here. I'm your caretaker, not the other way round.""Get up," he repeated in irritation and I grinned. My arms outstretched and my legs spread, I moved them like I was creating a snow angel."I'm not going to get up. It's nice down here," I said, wiggling myself and noticed Clark's pained expression. Only then I realized how I looked like in a spread eagle position, or
Clark drove the car to Peaches and Kyle's school and we got down once we arrived. Clark followed me as we both stood at the gate like numerous other parents waiting for their kids to come.The school bell rang and Clark looked up from his phone. We saw two familiar tiny figures approaching us. Kyle's arms were wrapped around Peaches as they both slowly walked. Peaches was crying and Kyle was consoling her.I bent down and asked, "Why is she crying?""Somebody pushed her favourite pencil down the desk, we couldn't find it," Kyle answered and I sighed. "I'll buy you a packet of fancy pencils so stop crying, okay?" I offered and fixed Peaches' coat.She nodded and sniffed. Peaches always got worried over silly stuff. I wondered what would happen to her when she grew up and would have her periods. The worst was yet to come."Bownie!" Peaches eyes lightened up as Kyle pointed to Clark. It seemed that Peaches forgot about her pencil as they both hugged Clark's knees.I glowered at Clark fo
"Aw. . . Kyle and Peaches, come here my sweethearts," I cooed and tried to grab Kyle."No kissy! Go away!" he protested in disgust and swatted my hands away to run and hide behind Clark."Peaches, my love!" I went over to her, grabbed her head [while she was trying to headbutt me in an attempt to get away from me] and I wetly kissed her forehead.She tried to brush me away and I grinned. I looked up at Clark who was holding her in his arms. I stood on my toes and pecked his cheeks too. He didn't say anything and just stared down at me, his eyes vacant."Stop this kissy-kissy, makes me want to throw up," Kyle said, scrunching his nose up and gagged which made me grab him by the waist and tickle him until he was shrieking with laughing."Let's go," Clark stated in between our fun time and unlocked his car. He claimed to be a billionaire, but his car was no Mercedes. Then I reminded myself that he was undercover and I felt bad when my stupid self realized that I knew nothing about him. A
My dearest grandmother strutted through the door without any greeting, her sagging chin held high up and her red coloured lips drawn into a thin line. She was nearing eighty years and still was dressed ostentatiously in a tight, black mini-skirt, red tube top with a denim jacket, fishnet stockings and black sandals with block heels. She thrusted the innumerable paper bags which contained gifts for her great grandchildren to the nanny and me and brushed past me like she owned the damn place.Robert was dressed modestly in a striped shirt and trousers as he emerged through the door. My dearest grandmother was already complaining about the crummy place and I stood frozen on my spot, flabbergasted by their sudden arrival. Robert hugged me and then Clark while patting his back affectionately, talked to us for a few seconds and I managed to crack a smile, until my grandmother called him dramatically like those old-fashioned wives calling their husbands in soap operas.As Robert strode towar
"Georgia," Clark drawled while switching on the lights and I turned rigid.I was caught red-handed, surreptiously stuffing frozen, crusty cupcakes while sitting by the fridge in the dark corner."Mmph I-I cagrrrnt hemnlp!" I exclaimed through my mouth stuffed with cupcakes and tears of choking streamed down my cheeks as I started beating my chest rapidly.Clark immediately was crouched by my side, rubbing and patting my back while handing me a glass of water."You alright, Georgia? Do you need more water or anything else?" he asked in concern and I burst out in tears while trying to shove another cupcake in my mouth in pity which Clark gently took it from me."I don't even know why I'm crying!" I blurted out and Clark pulled me into his arms while muttering about how it was all going to be okay. I cried against him while clutching his t-shirt, unconsciously wiping my snot on it, but he cared less. He was busy trying to calm my raging hormones as I sniffed while complaining about how s
Five years later"Hey! Let me in, you assholes! I'll make sure you all are fired! Hey, Let me in!" I yelled and thrashed in the arms of the guards who prevented me from entering the posh building."Don't bite me!" one of the guards roared in alarm as I tried to bite him."You will never change, will you?" I heard a deep, raspy voice from inside the opulent passage way and my head jerked up."Why, you want me to?" I barked while clawing at the guards still holding me in place."Of course not," Clark appeared in a crisp, dark suit and sauntered towards me."Tell them to let go of me! I swear I'll bite this one's dick off--- ""Leave her," Clark ordered and the guards reluctantly left me which made me fall down on the floor with a loud thud."I'll make sure you all are fired, each one of you," I snarled with deliberate emphasis and it looked like they didn't believe me because they muffled their laughter. I huffed, got up, dusted my tuxedo and snapped, "You tell them, Brownie!"Clark coo
One month laterI hurried outside my arts class when I got a call from accounting and commerce course classes saying that their lecture for today was cancelled. I sighed in relief and thanked them. The past month had been hectic for me because of the number of small courses I was signing up for. As promised to dad, I had to make this year fruitful and productive by not wasting time in netflix, but actually working hard.My shoulders slumped in exasperation as I sauntered towards the lemonade stall run by the local kids and drank two cold glasses of sweet lemonade. Since the lecture was cancelled for today, I looked forward to snuggle under the sheets and sleep for fifteen hours straight until my alarm would ring again at exactly six in the morning for my cycle of classes to begin.I strolled on the streets with a hunchback and yawned while the people of the town glanced at me in sympathy. I gave a sardonic laugh, surprised by how things changed so suddenly. Months before, nobody would
Two weeks later"Hey, Ian. Come on in," I said while trying to be as cheerful as possible and he just quietly followed me upstairs, to my room.He sat on the chair near the desk, right opposite to me while I plopped on my bed. We sat in silence, my gaze fixated at the floor and my fingers softly drumming on the sheets. Ian's face was buried in his hands tiredly and he slowly looked up.It was like we were mirroring each other's expression. Dark circles underneath our eyes, my eyes were puffy while his bloodshot and a strange kind of sadness looming over our faces. The sadness of losing our own mothers and the respective guilt of not spending enough time with them. This kind of sadness we often saw lingering over Clark's face, but it was too common on him. It was too surreal on us, the people who were always smiling and grinning."How're you doing?" I asked Ian while he shifted uncomfortably on the chair."Not good," he said honestly and we both sighed. "What about you?""Not good," I
One week later"George," my dad called out and I shut the front door of my house."What, now?" I grumbled while removing my sneakers and he emerged from the kitchen."You can't do this, George. Either you're in the bed the whole day or you're out till late night doing God knows what. This behaviour is not acceptable in my house," he said staunchly and I snorted.I had been out all day to comfort and support Ian who's mother had passed away just two days ago, but my dear dad didn't need to know that."You know what behaviour is not acceptable?" I stormed in the kitchen and brought out the plastic bags filled with liquor bottles. "This!" I threw it right in front of him causing the glass bottles to smash and break. The alcohol inside it pooled around the ruins of the bottles and the plastic bag."This is what is not acceptable! This is what that needs to be stopped right this moment!" I snapped, emphasizing on 'this,' which made my dad's eyes widen in shock."Exactly, this was my reacti
"W-What?" I snorted and narrowed my eyes at the picture. "This is ridiculous! This is not even funny! Why would you even joke about my mum's death, Brownie? Why?""George, it's not a joke," I heard my father's sombre voice while I was laughing hysterically and he placed a hand on my shoulder. "It's not a joke."I cocked my head, analysing the picture and said, "Hmm. Maybe this isn't what it appears to be! It can be someone who-who looks exactly like him or-or . . . ""This is him," I heard my father's voices, then footsteps, some noises, but my mind couldn't process any sound because my head was spinning.A firm hand squeezed my shoulder causing me to flinch and I whirled around. My hand clamped over my mouth as I shook my head when I saw Clark standing right in front of me with handcuffs on. He just stood there frozen, his spine straight and his body rigid like a rock."What-What is going on . . . " I trailed off and took quick, firm steps towards him until I was right in front of hi
Clark wasn't on Instagram because he thought it was a waste of time and was for the jobless people who just wanted to flaunt stuff. On the other hand, I was initially quite pleased and flattered to be somewhat popular. Somehow the people had managed to discover my Instagram account because I got over twenty thousand followers liking my silly memes and embarrassing pictures. After all, I was the 'billionaire's girlfriend.'The people expected Clark's girlfriend to be well dressed, elegant and sophisticated, but I was quite the opposite with my usual grin in most pictures sporting my brother's old clothes. However, the people did start to like me because of how relatable I felt to them, just a commoner in love with a billionaire and blah blah, all that fairytail nonsense. I had even posted some pictures of Clark and me, the one with the most number of likes was where I was pulling Clark's cheeks in London and he was glaring at the camera. People were fangirling in the comments like we w
Clark's POV :Clark slowly got up and rubbed his eyes when he felt sunlight streaking through the curtains kiss every inch of his pale skin. The morning light in the town was always refreshing compared to the noon light which was scorching heat, sun tan and torture. He shifted slowly, feeling something warm and cuddly sprawled on his torso and a small smile played on his lips when his eyes landed on Georgia.Her comparitively small, curvy frame stretched out on Clark's body, her slender legs tangled with his and her soft, rosy cheeks pressed against his chest. Clark gently brushed her messy chestnut hair and wondered how peaceful she looked in her sleep . . . only in her sleep.For when she woke up, she was a storm of energy surging around him, constantly keeping him on his toes and getting on his nerves. But strangely, he liked that. He liked to keep her around and annoy him to the point that he questioned whether he had lost his sanity just like her. For he wanted to wake up everyda