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Chapter 56 : Back To Square One

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 have heard something that I shouldn't have. He quickly smiled covering his anxiety before I could raise doubts and greeted, "Hi, George."

"Yo," I greeted back, my eyebrows rising involuntarily as I tried to peek over Ian's shoulder to find Clark. Clark was quite tall for me to find easily, but it seemed like he was seated on the bed considering how the shadow of a sinewy lean man sitting wearily was casted on the wall.

Suddenly, Ian caught my shoulders and his gaze bore into mine as if trying to decipher what I was thinking. "Are you alright, George?"

"I'm my usual nonsense self, although I should ask that question to you. Are you alright Ian?" I asked and tried to shrug my shoulders, a subtle way to remove his hands, but his grip on my shoulders were firm and didn't budge.

"I should be alright, shouldn't I? After all, it's my mum who's suffering," he said sadly, his voice cracking that made me empathize with what he was going through and he leaned closer towards me, a sigh escaping his lips.

I heard shuffling and my eyes travelled behind Ian's tall frame. Clark was now standing right behind him, his face stoic and our eyes locking into each other. His light brown eyes shone intensely which sent a clear sign of rage as his eyes momentarily flickered over Ian's body close to mine. His jaw clenched as he shook his head in disbelief like he was mocking me for letting Ian so close.

Ian seemed to be aware of the sudden discomfort as he leaned back, his spine straightening and his eyes scanning my face. I flashed him a tight smile, my eyes darting back to Clark who stormed out of the room in anger.

"I got to go," I said apologetically and Ian just nodded.

I hurriedly followed Clark and spotted him entering his room. Before he could slam the door shut, I dove in like I had to snatch the last piece of cake. Thinking of food made me reach heights that I never thought I could. Like the way I dove into the room within seconds before he could shut the door, proved my expertise and scared Clark a bit.

Clark had taken a few steps back because of me suddenly popping in and I smiled sheepishly while gingerly shutting the door with my butt.

"What happened to you?" I asked softly while slowly approaching him and cupped his cheeks.

"Get out," he whispered harshly in a cold tone that made me flinch and I drew my hands back.

"Brownie---"

"Don't call me that," he snapped coldly and my eyes widened in hurt.

It was like he was back to being his extreme cold self, just like the early days when I met him for the first time. The aura around him was cold, powerful and mean, his demeanour switching to the dark, enigmatic side, his tone slicing my heart like an ice spear and his eyes ignoring my very existence.

"What's wrong with you suddenly?" I asked flippantly, my soft approach long gone and his lips pursed into a thin line.

"Get out," he whispered again in a barely audible voice which made me shudder and almost scurry away, but I stood rooted on my spot like my stubborn, rebellious self.

His eyes were shut and his hands balled into fists like he was having a difficult time tolerating me. After going a long way, it was like we were back to square one. But I wasn't going to give up so easily after so much efforts, I wouldn't let that go to waste. I wasn't going to give up on him, I wasn't going to give up on my Brownie.

I grabbed his collar and pulled him down forcefully to my height, so we were eye to eye. His cold, threatening gaze made my knees buckle, but I didn't look away. I narrowed my eyes at him and smirked, challenging him.

"You listen to me, Mister! I won't let you go after all that has happened with whatever is between us! The moment Greta hired me to babysit you, that moment onwards you were stuck to me and there was no going back! I don't want Ian or any other sweet dude, I want you! I fucking want you and I fucking know that you want me too," I hissed the last words in fury and aggression, my chest heaving up and down and within a fraction of second, his lips came crashing down to mine.

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A/N

Whom do you ship Georgia with? Clark or Ian?