"Hey, what happened?" I asked Clark who shut his phone off in frustration and furiously shoved it in his pocket.We were now sitting in Clark's car thinking of where to go for lunch before that 'business' phone call came like a tornado."Just business," he muttered while keeping one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand pinching the bridge of his perfectly shaped nose.If only he knew how sexy he looked right now . . .Clark looked incredibly delicious when he was angry. His dark hair was disheveled like always and his thick eyebrows drawn into a panty-dropping frown. He was clad in a white dress shirt and black pants which he had worn for a meeting earlier and that just made him look hotter. His sleeves were rolled up and a tie hung loosely around his neck. He wore a silver Rolex watch which crossed the line for someone being extremely sexy.My legs were wide open and a song played in my mind, snapping me out of my trance.Twinkle, twinkle little whore,Close your legs it's n
"You don't have a girlfriend?" I asked Ian while taking off my shades, coolly sipping cold lemonade like it was some expensive champagne and leaned against the tree.We were now sitting in Ian's backyard and were almost done with our picnic lunch. Ian's mum and I casually chatted about our town while Ian simply listened, occasionally responding. Unfortunately, halfway through the lunch, Ian's mum felt sick again so he had to help her inside the house. Now, only Ian and I were continuing with our little picnic under the giant oak tree which occupied most of the place in the backyard."No, never had the time to find a girlfriend." Ian shrugged nonchalantly and I nodded in understanding.I bit into my large sandwich and chewed in delight, when suddenly Ian pointed over my mouth and chuckled. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I swallowed my sandwich and brought my hand over my mouth. I gave him a perplexed look and asked flippantly, "What?""You got mayo all over your mouth," he said
I was eavesdropping, but I didn't care about morals and ethics now. All I cared about was how unbelievably silent one of the rooms in Clark's house was, especially when both Clark and Ian were in that room, alone I might add.I had missed the earlier conversation but just when I started to listen, all I could hear was silence. My damn luck, but I knew that something was up. I didn't know if it was my intuition, but I could feel the tense environment radiating through the doors and towards me.I pressed my ear against the door and soon I heard Ian talk, "This is not going to end well, Clark."What was Ian implying by that?And most importantly was the tone that laced his voice. There was some hint, some suggestion or maybe even a taunt, like he was mocking Clark. But what was happening? And this wasn't the Ian I knew. Maybe the recent events was taking a toll on him.The door creaked open and I stumbled back. Ian's eyes met mine and I could see him visibly tense, afraid that I might ha
*This chapter might not be suitable for pure souls.*His arms circled around my waist, lifting me up and my legs wrapped around his hips in it's own accord. His one hand below my firm bum, supporting my body against him and his other hand wrapped around my neck. His lips were locked into mine the entire time, demanding and devouring me. I was completely at his mercy. My hands clutching his shoulders helplessly as I felt weak and dizzy in his strong arms.He swiftly walked forwards and slammed me against the wall, causing a gasp to escape my lips."Do you still want me?" he asked gruffly, his voice raw and his eyes filled with lust."Hell yes," I breathed and his lips twitched upwards.He yanked my hair back causing me to whimper in pain and a weird excitement, a sensation I was so unfamiliar with. He trailed kisses down my throat greedily, sucking at the flesh on my collar bone which made me shudder. I could feel him smile triumphantly against my skin, he was loving how my body respon
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
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
"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
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