"Brownie, why did you?" I whispered to myself, slipping into my boots."What? What happened? Did something happen to Clark?" Ally asked, her voice laced with worry which made me boil in anger."You have no right to act all worried and anxious! Don't forget that you're the one responsible for this, you little shit!" I hissed and furiously tied my lace. She wasn't entirely to blame, it was Clark's choice to do what he did, but I couldn't help myself. I was so angry, so angry at myself and at the world."I . . . I didn't mean to . . . I just loved him---""Oh, save it! Now get out of my way, I need money for the taxi. Zach, where is your wallet?" I snapped and shoved Ally away who squeaked like a little squirrel.Zach didn't know what to do. He stood there like a concrete pillar, obviously freaked out by the fact that Clark was in the hospital because of them.Clark attempted suicide, stupid Clark. How could he? How could he leave me just like that? Maybe I didn't matter to him at all. W
"Out of my way, bitch!" I shoved Ally away and grabbed a tub of ice cream from the refrigerator."Enough, George. You're taking this too far. Stop talking to Ally like that, she'll be our family soon," Zach said sternly and I showed him my middle finger."I don't give a damn about-wait . . . family?""Yes, we're going to get married soon," Zach announced and had the audacity to grin cheekily at Ally."What? You think so?" I laughed dryly and licked the spoon full of strawberry ice cream. "I feel so sorry to burst your bubble, brother dear. But don't trust that bitch, she'll bail out on you at the very last second.""I have heard enough, George. Whatever happened was in the past and you have no right to meddle into that. That was our problem, not yours. You weren't even here at that time, so quit getting mad at everyone like you're involved in this which you're clearly not," Zach snapped at me and I knew he had a valid point."Right." I sighed audibly in defeat and Zach quirked an eyeb
"You George. What brings you here?" Robert asked in a bewildered tone as I walked in glowing like a sunflower in my yellow dress."To meet Brownie, where's he?""Resting in his room," Robert said quickly and paused. "And . . . I uh want to talk to you about all this.""Oh, yeah yeah. You being my grandfather and all. What a small world!" I laughed awkwardly, but he didn't laugh, so there was this sad silence which made me want to stab myself. "Okay, we'll talk later."I turned away and ran upstairs when suddenly, Robert called out, "George!""Yeah?" I stopped halfway and looked down at him.He cleared his throat and said, "You look er . . . nice.""I know right!" I beamed and my eyebrows knotted in confusion when I could notice the conflict and struggle written all over his face. "What's wrong? Is my dress over the top or is the makeup too much? I knew I had to wipe off the excess lipstick, makes me look like some kind of prostitute.""No!" Robert denied, pinched the bridge of his nos
"George, your brother is going all bonkers. I'm sorry, but you have to come back. You can't stay at Clark's mansion anymore. He's threatening to tell your dad that you're not staying with him, but at some guy's place," Ally whispered worriedly and I huffed in frustration."Fine, let him tell dad," I said stubbornly."What---" Ally was cut off by some shuffling noises and suddenly I heard Zach's thundering voice, "Come back, George! You cannot stay with that man alone! Come back or---""Grandpa, the one I never knew about invited me to stay over, so I'm not alone here with him. Anyway, you can tell dad, I don't mind," I said boldly and encouraged him further, "Go on, tell dad. I'm only staying with my grandpa, I'm not whoring myself to a brothel.""What?" I could hear the confusion laced in his voice. "Fine, I'll tell dad and you'll be sent packing back---""Before we reach there, there's this one tiny detail you need to know. If you tell dad about this, then I would tell him about how
"Robert erm grandpa . . . I don't know what to call you," I said nervously and sat on the couch."You can call me anything you like, it doesn't matter. What does matter is . . . what do you feel about all this?" Robert asked curiously while putting down some books on the desk and I shrugged."It's all weird and I honestly don't know what to feel. I like you because you're nice to me and I dislike you because you weren't nice to my mum," I said bluntly and he sighed wearily. "Like come on, you shouldn't have done that . . . She needed support then.""That's fair, although I did apologise to your mum after your brother was born. We didn't mean to abandon her, it was just a lot to take in," he said earnestly and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion."Then why did you abandon her if you didn't mean to?""It's because your mother, George, had great plans for her future. She was very ambitious and then suddenly getting pregnant at what? Sixteen? It felt like we failed to raise her properly,"
I sneezed. I sneezed right on poor Ian's pretty face."I-I'm sorry," I stuttered and smiled sheepishly when Ian slowly wiped his face with a handkerchief."It's okay." He chuckled, leaned backwards on the wooden bench and I could sense some disappointment.But I was glad that I sneezed harshly and broke the almost kiss attempt by Ian. I didn't know what I would have done if I hadn't sneezed, but kissing Ian felt wrong in some way. Ian was extremely attractive and sweet, however, it just didn't feel right. It felt like I was being a disloyal hoe to a particular cold, impeccable, aloof, handsome, delicious, fine male specimen and that I would run out of adjectives describing him."Let's have lunch Ian, I'm hungry," I changed the topic, grabbing Ian's hand and pulling him up with me to avoid the awkwardness of our close proximity and almost kiss. "We'll go to that fancy restaurant I saw the other day. It's down the lane, on the way to the mansion. Call Brownie there, he must be hungry t
All hell broke loose would be an understatement to what I just witnessed. There was absolute pandemonium and in the middle of the madness was a frozen Clark, a guilty George and a perplexed Ian. It was like a swarm of buzzing bees had attacked us and stung, particularly Clark, hard.Honestly, that was an inadvertent prank. I didn't expect this kind of mayhem from such a simple statement. It was beyond me how people could go bonkers over three words.Clark grabbed my arm roughly, the tip of his fingers painfully digging in my soft skin. I clamped a hand over my mouth to not hurl curses or abuses at him. He dragged me, his vice grip didn't falter as I flashed a tight smile to the screeching people.Once we were out of sight, I tried to jerk my arm away from his hold. My face twisted in a painful expression when I noticed my red arm and slowly, Clark released me. His anger dissipated for a second."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," Clark muttered apologetically and gently rubbed his
"Brownie, wake up! Wake up, sleeping beauty," I said blithely, sat on Clark's hips and started bouncing up and down. Clark rubbed his eyes and slowly turned. He froze halfway and I felt something very hard poking me down there when I continued to jump on him, so I greeted cheerfully, "Well, hello there Tommy! Good morning!""Fuck, stop whatever the fuck you're doing." Clark groaned and caught my hips."Right, sorry," I mumbled while clumsily trying to get off, but Clark's arms circled around my waist, holding me in place."No, just stay here," he said in a husky voice and my breath hitched when I felt his growing bulge."I uh can't. I have to get up because today for a change, the amazing chef George made you breakfast!" I enthusiastically reached out for the tray of food and placed it on Clark's chest.Clark held the tray and got up in a daze. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stared at the plate. "What is this . . . goo?""Hey!" I got up, rolling on the bed and huffed. "Those
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