Saving Brownie | ✔

Chapter 47 : Orange Is The New Girlfriend

"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 are eggs and that empty cup had to contain chocolate syrup which I ate on my way and those are waffles---"

"Waffles? They're like bricks," Clark interjected and tossed the hard waffle which accidentally hit me on my forehead and I yelped in pain.

I rubbed my forehead and scowled. "I tried to do this, so don't make a fuss like an old grandma sticking to her ancestor's recipe and eat it."

"I can't, I'll get diarrhoea," Clark muttered and twisted the fork in the gooey, scrambled mess. His nose scrunched up in disgust as he carefully chewed and swallowed forcefully. It was like witnessing a little child being punished to eat bitter vegetables.

"Fine, fine, now stop with this drama," I gave in and his eyes lit up. "What do you want to eat?"

"Pass me the orange, it's kept in the drawer," Clark replied casually while getting up and walked towards the bathroom.

I swore under my breath and opened the drawer. "Who keeps a dumb fruit in the drawer? And what are these?"

My forehead creased as I flipped through the pages of the photo album. There were countless pictures of Clark and Ally smiling at numerous mesmerising places like deserts, beaches, lakes, rivers, snow clad mountains and many more. Clark looked geniunely happy with his arms wrapped around pretty Ally's slim body who was laughing almost in every picture. My lips curled in disdain as I noticed the stack of photo albums and pictures in the drawer.

Clark emerged out of the bathroom while wiping his face with a white towel and his eyebrows rose up when he spotted me with the pictures. He didn't say anything, tossed the towel carelessly and quietly sat beside me. His arms wrapped below my breasts as he pulled me to sit on his lap.

His hot breath fanned over my neck causing delicious sensations shoot throughout my body and he mumbled against my skin, "Someday, we'll have our albums too."

"Oh hell yeah," I breathed and leaned against Clark's chest. "But Brownie?"

"Yeah?" He slowly sucked a sweet spot on my neck and I bit back a moan.

"Why do you still have these pictures?" I asked dubiously and I could feel Clark sighing.

"I don't know."

"Then can I obliterate these? Annihilate them? Show them the end of this fantastic world?"

"Of course. Do whatever you please," Clark said dismissively and I grinned in satisfaction.

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There I was in the corner of the large yard of the mansion, happily chucking the pile of pictures in the fire and witnessing it burn. Each picture burning to ashes somehow calmed me. Life was good.