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Chapter 29 : He's Secretly In love With Me . . .

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 the heck?

God, he was using the mother-leaves-bratty-toddler-crying-for-a-toy-in-the-middle-of-the-market-strategy on me! How dare he!

"I'll tell everyone about Tommy!" I announced slashed threatened Clark who stiffly turned around.

"What?"

Aha, I got him!

"I said I'll tell everyone about Tommy! You know Tommy, right? Your . . . " I trailed off and snickered when I noticed Clark's horrified expression.

By now, all the people's attention were on Clark and me. The hotel management staff glanced at each other helplessly, not knowing how to get rid of me. All the people around were listening intently to this little spectacle that I had created.

"I'll tell everyone about Tommy!" I continued snarling and Clark took four long strides, crossing the distance between us.

"Get up," he said in a low, cold voice making me shudder. "I said get the fuck up."

"Hell no." I sat rooted on my spot and suddenly, his fingers grasped my arm tightly. I let out a yelp as he lifted me up by my arm. He then threw me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, my mind still muddled as to how he did that.

"Hey, put me down! Hey! You prick! You little twat!" I hit his back repeatedly and tried to kick him in his nuts as he calmly walked with the attendants. "You little asshole, I can see your crack from here! Your jeans fit you quite snuggly---"

He deliberately hoisted me up and my head narrowly missed the ceiling lights until my eyes met with his back again.

"You're going to kill me!"

"Shut up or I'll really do it," he grunted and I huffed, giving in. I valued my head even though it was empty inside.

The hotel management staff mouthed 'Thank you,' to Clark and I glowered at them. With my mouth zipped shut, I still continued to throw random punches which accidentally hit an attendant who was caught off guard. I quietly apologised to him for harassing him and he just looked away in pain. Poor fellow, that should have had hit Clark.

We arrived at our room and Clark still didn't put me down. Suddenly, I felt him squeeze my butt. What. The. Fooking. Hell?

"What is wrong with you?!" I snapped aggressively and he stopped squeezing.

"The attendant was staring at your . . ." he trailed off and didn't say anything.

"So you squeeze the shit out of my butt? That's not a lemon!" I exclaimed loudly and he turned rigid.

"Shut up," he commanded and I wanted to rip his hair off, if only my hands instead of turning limp could actually reach his hair. My hands could reach his ass which I spanked. I could feel his muscles stiffen as he said gruffly, "Georgia, I swear I'll---"

"Just put me down you dumb shit," I cursed, but I was obviously ignored.

The three attendants felt awkward and they quietly collected the generous tip that Clark gave and scurried off. The door closed and I was thrown on the bed almost immediately. I bounced on the soft bed and felt myself relax.

Clark just stared at me as I awkwardly sat up. He then strode towards a door and opened it. He pointed in and stated, "This is your room."

I scrambled and sprang to my feet. I sprinted to see my room and all my excitement died down.

I heard Clark clearing his throat from behind me as if expecting a positive reply. I whined, "This room is not fair! It's all black and grey with dull paintings and furniture while yours is all beige and at least has some colour with those bright paintings!"

I ran back into his room and pointed, "See, you have these large windows and I have only one small little window! And . . . And . . . "

I honestly didn't know what else to say. Both the rooms were so opulent and gorgeous, but mine was a tad dull because of the modern looking furniture. I just enjoyed creating a fuss about all these to annoy Clark.

"And the sink in your bathroom has five naphthalene balls! Mine has only four!" I criticised irrationally as I counted the white balls in my bathroom and Clark just shrugged.

"You can take one from my sink," Clark offered and I didn't know what to say.

I didn't care about something as trivial as naphthalene balls, but I wanted to prove my point that his room was better than mine!

"Wait . . . Remind me again, why am I staying with you?" I asked and placed my hands on my hips.

He rolled his eyes. "You'll break and mess stuff---"

"Ah, that I know," I said and paused. "But why am I staying with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, I can always stay with Ian. He's my friend too. He's much sweeter and besides, I annoy you to hell, don't I?" I smiled slyly when Clark's mouth was ajar, but no words tumbled out.

"No."

"Why no?" I asked innocently and saw his fingers twitch. "Are you secretly in love with me Brownie dear?"

"No!"

"Then why?"

"Just stay here," he mumbled and slammed my bedroom door shut.