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
"Georgia," Clark breathed and I turned my head away. "Where were you the entire night? It's five in the morning now, I was so worried about you. I even sent the security to search for you, but you were nowhere."Honestly, I didn't know where to go. After running away, I was lingering around coffee shops and bakery, immersing myself in food to ease the aching feeling tugging at my heart. I considered going back home, but I had to book tickets and all. I considered going back to Zach's apartment too, but my pride was huge enough to not go crying back to my brother slash cheater.So all this while, I was hidden behind the bushes in the yard of the mansion where no one bothered to look, until the rains soaked me to the bone and I was left shivering in the cold.I didn't say anything and walked past him. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and apologised softly, "I-I'm sorry, please don't do this. Please don't just disappear and leave me like that."Our eyes locked into each other's and I could
There were so many typical rich people with their façade on, chatting to each other like they were soulmates, but in reality, most of them were back stabbing bitches and I even caught some of them snickering behind their so called 'best friends.' Most of the ladies were attached to a questionable men dressed in suits and both kinds were engrossed in flirty conversations.Every little thing looked expensive and was made from fine jewels, gems and the best material. From carpets that looked like they were bought directly from the middle east and the cream coloured walls without a single crack, this place was magnificent. I heard the old, rich owner of this estate loudly boast about the massive crystal chandelier that was suspended from the ceiling and I was getting paranoid that it would fall any second.No man approached me and that just lowered my self-esteem. It was because of how scary I appeared in that dress and smudged makeup, sitting in a dark corner and surreptiously stuffing f
I was thrown in the car and pressed against Clark's chest as I sat on his lap unwillingly with his hands firmly wrapped around me"You fucker, leave me!" I yelled, although I felt a bit dizzy. His grip only tightened and I tried to bite him. "Grr . . . Grrrr . . ."I was only a bit drunk and that didn't matter much anyway. I was acting just a little extreme than my usual self, not a huge difference. Good thing that I didn't drink much or else zombie apocalypse would have arised. Clark managed to keep my face away from his arm by tugging at my hair slightly and I continued to act like a leashed dog.The car halted and Clark scooped me in his arms, while I continued to trash and scream. He swiftly carried me upstairs and clamped his large hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming.He said quietly, "Hush . . . Robert is downstairs. We don't want him to hear, do we?"I licked his hand which made him withdrew it immediately, so I could speak. "You're acting as if we're getting freaky
"What happened?" I rubbed my eyes and sloppily walked down the stairs. I heard loud noises of a couple arguing and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, until my gaze fell upon none other than my dear grandmother."See," Robert said as a matter-of-fact and her head whipped towards me.Her eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish and she shook her head repeatedly. "No, this-this can't be. This is unacceptable!""She is your granddaughter, sweetheart," Robert stated with emphasis and my dear grandma gritted her teeth."This? This is not my granddaughter! Not this!" She pointed at me while I lazily scratched my left leg with the toe of my right leg, yawned and wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth with the back of my sleeve."Well, suck it up dear grandma," I mocked her and she slowly cleared her throat while composing her posture."Very well then," she said calmly, recovering quickly from the initial shock and mortification. "Grab these bags and put
"Peaches? What is there in your mouth?" I asked, my forehead creasing as I approached her.We were now back in town at Clark's house just baby sitting Peaches and Kyle. Clark was teaching Kyle to throw a ball at a perfect aim in the backyard while I was in with Peaches just watching television and lazing around.Peaches was attempting to tear a small packet with her teeth and I narrowed my eyes. I blinked at the packet and at her rapidly, rubbing my eyes to make sure I was not hallucinating. Peaches had a condom packet in her mouth and I quickly snatched it from her."What are you doing with this?!" My mouth hung wide open and her innocent, curious eyes bore into me.She questioned in her squeaky voice, "Why?""It's too early for you!" I exclaimed and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion."But eets chocolate," she insisted and pointed, "It says choco, I can read it!"Chocolate flavoured condom, damn it."But this isn't what it looks like, honey. I'll buy you another bar of chocolate---"