"That movie was gold!" I exclaimed in glee when Ian and I exited the cinema hall.Clark couldn't tag along because of work, so Ian and I went. It was fun hanging out with Ian who didn't mind me munching on the popcorn loudly or slurping my milkshake. On the other hand, Clark would be fussy about me creating annoying noises."Look who's here," I heard a voice behind me and I whirled around."Oh, you guys," I mumbled and saw a bunch of my friends from school.All of the them came and pulled me into a group hug. The boys ruffled my hair as if I was a little kid and the girls gushed about how much they missed my company. Ever since I met Clark and Ian, I stopped hanging out with them since most of the time they just gossipped about stuff to which I didn't give a damn about. But sometimes, it was fun to be with them since they liked to have me around as I cracked dirty and silly jokes and always kept them entertained.Ian was awkwardly standing behind me when each of my friend present ther
I got up from the bed feeling woolly-headed and walked downstairs resembling a zombie. I heard voices and I was bewildered to find a bunch of ladies from our town, seated in the living room and coolly sipping tea."Why are you all gathered here?" I asked groggily and rubbed my eyes."They're all worried about your future," I heard my dad say, who appeared from the kitchen with a tray of wheat biscuits and vanilla jam cookies.I blinked at them slowly. "My future?""Yeah, since you're mum is not here, we think it's our responsibility to guide you in your future career and planning," Martha said and the other ladies nodded in agreement."Hell naw!" I whined and grabbed a biscuit from the plate. "I have to leave for London in a couple of hours and my girlfriends exhausted me the entire night by playing silly games. I need to sleep more!""We need to discuss this before you leave for London, so you can think about that there and not waste your time," Greta elucidated and my eyebrows knott
"Brownie . . . are you ready?" I said in a sing song voice and dropped my luggage in the hall.Greta let me in the house and she hurried out for some work. That woman was always busy. I didn't plan on how many days I was going to stay at London nor did Clark and Ian. I hoped that once I met my brother, Zach there, Clark and Ian would get along with him since they were all about the same age. Then all four of us could hang out together- a perfect vacation."Brownie?" I called out again, but he was nowhere to be seen.Did he leave me here and took off to London? The fear inside me grew with each second."No, no. It can't be," I muttered to myself and entered his room.I audibly sighed in relief when I heard his shower on. He didn't ditch me after all. Surprise, surprise!I plopped on the bed lazily and stretched my body. I heard the shower turn off and within minutes, Clark appeared from the bathroom with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Fuck me.I gulped at the magnificent s
"Where all have you been in your vacations?" Ian asked me and I snickered haughtily. Clark, Ian and I were lingering outside the airport and finally sat down on one of the benches since we arrived way early. This was because Clark didn't trust me and thought that I would somehow delay the flight with one of my antics. How could he not have trust in me!"I have been to several places in Asia, Australia, Africa but nowhere in Europe or South America," I said wistfully, recollecting all the lovely memories. "Each vacation mum used to plan a perfect holiday for us and we used to have so much fun. She was such a travel enthusiast. We have done scuba diving, paragliding . . . have eaten different kinds of crabs and even insects, they're so crunchy! Now it's . . . erm all gone."Ian and Clark remained silent, not knowing what to say. They had this weird glint in their eyes- one which showed sympathy and perhaps . . . guilt. Ian suddenly nudged me and cheerfully said, "I bet we'll have fun
"Oh my god, I'm going to sit in a Mercedes! That's so cool!" I gushed while putting on my black shades and sat inside the car (with my legs crossed), pretending to be a high class woman."We didn't ask for this, it's Robert who sent. We just asked for a normal car," Ian pointed out and Clark scowled, nodding in agreement."Robert who?" I asked, thinking he was perhaps their manager."The old man who took Clark in and passed on his million dollar company to Clark.""Woah, woah, woah. Hold on." My eyes widened. "How did he . . . I mean why did he pass his company to Brownie?""It was because---""Mind your own business Georgia," Clark interjected and I pouted in dismay."Come on, I already know so much about you. Learning more wouldn't hurt," I reasoned out and Ian seemed to agree with me."Fine, but not when I'm here," Clark grumbled and I raised my eyebrow."Why?" I whispered to Ian who was driving the car. I was seated in the passenger seat [which was after much fight with Clark], wh
I grabbed Clark's arm and pulled him to my talking level, since I was shorter than him. I hissed in his ear, "Good we have established that we aren't a couple. So why stay in the same room?""I cannot risk with you staying in your own separate room. You'll break stuff and wreck everything. I don't trust you," he replied casually and coolly slipped his arm away from my grip."I won't!" I lied, although I knew that I was the queen of chaos. "I want my own room!"Suddenly, I sat down, right in the middle of the sumptuous lobby. All the people stared at me like I was some sort of an absurd creature, but I remained stubborn. Clark shook his head in disbelief."I won't get up until you book a separate room for me!" I whined loudly, thinking that Clark would give in.I could book a room myself, but meh.Clark just signalled the attendants who were patiently waiting for us to lead the way. I panicked when Clark simply walked away with the attendants leaving me dumbfounded on the floor. What t
Clark and Ian took me for sight seeing almost immediately after we arrived in London. Clark seemed bored obviously, not concealing his apathy and Ian tried to look interested when I gushed about little things. They were raised in London so of course I didn't expect them to share my enthusiasm, especially not the uptight Clark.We were now around Buckingham palace, the home of the British king and queen. Clark was just standing and he scowled when Ian went to click a picture of him. I was standing a little away from Clark and the moment I saw Ian click a picture, I ran from behind and pounced on Clark's back. He staggered a little from my weight as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist tightly. I then pinched his cheeks and at that very moment, Ian clicked another picture.Ian chuckled when Clark tried to brush me off, but I clinged to him like a furry, cuddly monkey. All the tourists around us laughed and then Clark somehow managed to swiftly throw me on the g
I didn't know why I did that. I ran back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I didn't know why I was breathing heavily as I leaned against the door. I was a badass tomboy who didn't give a damn about anything, but when Clark saw me in a wet, very short towel, I felt my heart hammering loudly against my chest. A freaking blush creeped up my neck! I needed to visit a doctor immediately. Or more so, check into a mental asylum."You were supposed to be in the restaurant with Ian!" I shouted from inside the bathroom, feeling myself flush in embarrassment."We then thought of ordering the food in our rooms," he said calmly as if least affected by what had happened a few seconds ago.I should just go out now since he didn't care anyway. He already saw me so there was no use in hiding. I mustered up enough courage and inhaled deeply, all the while cursing at myself. Then I slowly opened the door and stepped out. Clark was still seated on the bed, his face buried in his hands. He look
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