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Chapter 43 : Kiss Me Back

"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 you and your fiancé, Ally cheated on an unsuspecting guy. I would rat out about your affair and then you can kiss goodbye to dad's blessings for your upcoming wedding," I threatened him back and snickered when I could hear him suck a harsh breath.

"Y-You wouldn't, you can't, you wouldn't dare to---"

"Oh hell yes I would and I very well can, so stop blackmailing me around and I would stop too," I hissed coldly and cut the call, feeling vexed.

"Who was that?" I heard Clark's voice and I carelessly tossed my phone away.

"Ally and erm my brother, Zach."

Clark nodded curtly while entering the kitchen and grabbed an orange.

"Brownie, I-I'm sorry," I apologised and Clark quirked an eyebrow in question. "I'm sorry that my brother did this to you. I'm appalled and sorry and---"

"That was none of your business, so don't make it yours," he cut me off dismissively, not in a belligerent tone and I bit my lip.

"Ah . . . I just don't want you to be mad at me because of what my brother did to you," I clarified and sat on the wicker chair at the table, right in front of him. "I'm not like him."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "As I said earlier, you did nothing. So, just stop okay."

"Okay, sorry. Sorry for bringing this up. I want to do something to make you feel better," I said sincerely and reached out for his hand. "What can I do for you?"

Clark took my hand and placed an orange on my palm. "Peel me an orange."

"Seriously?! Why do you like oranges so much?" I asked flippantly and chucked the orange at him which he swiftly caught.

Clark leaned towards me and murmured, "Oranges are so bright, full of surprises. When you eat it, you realize it's sour, but then suddenly it's sweet, just like you."

"Well . . . That's weird, but so nice of you to---"

"Besides, oranges are round too, again, just like you." He leaned back on his chair and smirked in satisfaction.

"I'm not round! You bloody, smug bastard!" I banged my fists on the table and got up as he coolly walked towards me.

Our eyes were locked in a fierce battle as he strode and leaned towards me. I lifted my chin up defiantly and he twirled a strand of my hair with his index finger. I raised my eyebrows challengingly.

"You look enticing when you're mad," he said in a barely audible voice and his lips came crashing to mine.

He bit my lower lip for entrance and my lips parted in it's own accord. His tongue thrusted in as he passionately kissed me. He was cupping my cheeks and tilted his head to gain more access. But I was not going to give up after he called me 'round.' Although, his kiss was so tempting that I wanted us to quickly strip out of our clothes and . . .

No. I was mad at him and I had to stay mad at him. I couldn't be so easy, although I didn't push him away and let him kiss me. But I couldn't continue staying mad at him when he was kissing me like that . . .

"Fuck Georgia, you're torturing me," he growled against my lips. "Kiss me back."

I slightly shook my head and he groaned. "Kiss me back, damn it!"

"Not after you called me round," I mumbled mockingly and brushed my body against him which made him grunt in pleasure and pure torture.

"Fine, I take it back," he muttered in defeat and I grinned against his lips.

"But I'm not that easy---"

"I'll cook whatever you like, just kiss me back," he begged and my grin grew wider in triumph as I gave him what he wanted and kissed him back. His hands circled my waist so our bodies were closely pressed against each others. So close that I could feel Tommy again . . .

I threw my arms around his neck, lifted myself up and grinded my body against him so I could feel his growing bulge right on my heated core.

I was in a daze as I whispered, "I love Brownie."

He froze. I froze. It was like everything around us froze.

The words sank in as both of us slowly pulled away and stared at each other in complete shock.

After a few, long minutes, I averted my gaze to a fruit bowl kept on the table and laughed awkwardly. "I . . . I said that . . . I . . . love . . . Brownie-ees . . . I love Brownie-ees! You offered to cook anything I like, so make me Brownies. And of course I didn't mean you, don't get flattered so easily."

I punched his chest playfully and he just stared at me blankly. Suddenly, I heard someone clearing their throat and my head whipped towards my grandfather who was standing by the door. Correct timing.

"I wanted to talk to you, uh George," he said, his eyes darting between Clark and me in suspicion and curiosity.

Hurriedly, I put some distance between Clark and me and said cheerfully, "Sure, I'll come in five minutes."

Robert nodded stiffly and stalked towards the study room. I sighed audibly and plopped on the velvet chair.

"You should go," Clark said softly as he ran a hand through his messy, dark hair and fixed his fake glasses.

"Why are you still wearing that?" I asked, referring to his glasses and he just shrugged. "How do you look without your disguise?"

Clark scrolled through his phone and showed me a picture. "Here."

I blinked rapidly at the picture and my gaze flickered between Clark and the screen. In the picture, Clark's hair was caramel coloured dyed and he had no glasses on. He did look incredibly handsome and quite different from now. But I preferred this Clark, my Brownie with his natural dark brown hair which was a striking contrast against his pale skin.

However in the picture, Clark's light brown eyes were twinkling and he was smiling at the camera. Something burned in me knowing that the reason behind that gorgeous smile was Ally. Not me.

"Why that coloured hair?" I asked and Clark scratched his neck, shaking his head in painful embarrassment.

"She made me do that," he replied solemnly and I knew that he was referring to Ally.

"Oh well . . . " I trailed off and tried my best to change the topic. "By the way, what is your real name?"

"It is Clark, although without the disguise I go by my middle name, Aiden," he replied and put the phone in this pocket.

I tapped my chin thoughtfully and hummed. "Clark Aiden Brown, not bad. But I still prefer Brownie."

"Of course you do," he said with a sudden smile and gently placed a feather like kiss on the top of my head.