Saving Brownie | ✔

Epilogue

Five years later

"Hey! Let me in, you assholes! I'll make sure you all are fired! Hey, Let me in!" I yelled and thrashed in the arms of the guards who prevented me from entering the posh building.

"Don't bite me!" one of the guards roared in alarm as I tried to bite him.

"You will never change, will you?" I heard a deep, raspy voice from inside the opulent passage way and my head jerked up.

"Why, you want me to?" I barked while clawing at the guards still holding me in place.

"Of course not," Clark appeared in a crisp, dark suit and sauntered towards me.

"Tell them to let go of me! I swear I'll bite this one's dick off--- "

"Leave her," Clark ordered and the guards reluctantly left me which made me fall down on the floor with a loud thud.

"I'll make sure you all are fired, each one of you," I snarled with deliberate emphasis and it looked like they didn't believe me because they muffled their laughter. I huffed, got up, dusted my tuxedo and snapped, "You tell them, Brownie!"

Clark coolly grabbed me by my waist and introduced, "Meet Georgia Brooks, my fiancé and future wife."

"Also, I'm the granddaughter of the founder of this company, Robert Williams," I added smugly and the guards looked at me in pure shock.

"We're extremely sorry ma'am," one of the guards managed to utter and my nostrils flared in satisfaction and pride.

"You better be," I muttered and turned to Clark. "Darling Brownie, let's go." 

Clark had his firm hand wrapped around my waist and led me to his plush car. The moment we got in the car, Clark's lips came crashing down to mine in hot need. He pinned me down to the car seat and hovered over me. Our lips moved together in intense rhythm, our tongues chasing each other and battling for control. My trembling hands clutched his shirt as I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him closer to me. Within seconds, he overpowered me easily and took control of the hungry, passionate kiss.

"Er sir, where do you need to go?" We heard a meek voice and I froze.

Clark groaned, but reluctantly pulled away. My head was still spinning with all those dizzy sensations and I felt extremely hot. I tugged at the collar of my shirt and sat up. Clark cleared his throat, trying to regain from our making out session and calmly said to the driver, "Southern Café house."

"Okay, sir," he replied tremulously and I sighed.

"And Jeremy?"

"Yes sir?"

"Pull the partition up," Clark ordered and I grinned at him mischievously.

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It was very difficult to keep our hands off each other, after all, we hadn't met in the last two years. We were both immersed in our respective jobs, mine being working in the new branch of Brown's industries near my small town as the assistant head. Clark and I had last met two years ago at an event of Brown's industries celebrating the company's twenty-fifth anniversary. After the event, we had gone on a blissful holiday to Hawaii where he had proposed to me.

Clark didn't know how to propose, so he went the cliché route [suggested by his employees] to hide the ring in a drink. I being my usual self, drank the entire thick, delicious, mango milkshake in one gulp before he could stop me. Eventually I choked and was rushed to the hospital with Clark not leaving my bedside. How romantic . . .

The past two years had been painful  only talking through Skype or texting. Clark being the grumpy self had still not changed and talked only a few, curt words online and just stared at me like he was content only looking at me and listening to my nonstop blabbering.

"Why are we waiting here? Is somebody going to come?" I asked Clark curiously and took a long, cautious sip of my thick, chocolate milkshake, afraid that another ring might pop up.

Clark who was seated beside me with his head buried in the crook of my neck tiredly just nodded.

I was moving into Clark's penthouse for a while in London, before getting married. Our wedding date was not fixed yet because of my father not giving his blessings and approval. He wasn't fond of Clark and he made it very clear because of Clark's involvement in my mum's case. I knew my dad would gradually cave in, but it would require a hell lot of convincing. Robert promised me that he would help me in this endeavour.

"Brownie, who's coming? I--- " the words got stuck in my throat and my chest tightened when I noticed a familiar figure entering the coffee shop.

Ian.

"What the hell? Why is he here?" I hissed and immediately got up to leave. However, Clark pulled me and made me sit, half on his lap and half on the seat. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and I writhed in protest.

"George," Ian said fervently as he approached us and hesitantly sat in front of us. He smiled faintly when his eyes swept over me and said, "You have grown into a beautiful woman."

"Thank you very much, the exit is on the right," I snapped and he looked down in shame.

Ian's hair was longer than his usual haircut, his shabby hair falling over his forehead. Although he had shaved properly in an effort to pull himself together, one couldn't miss the bags underneath his eyes and the ghostly look on his face.

Clark pulled me closer to him possessively and said in a solemn voice, "You asked me to give you a chance to talk to her, here's the chance."

"Right erm sorry," he apologised in a timid voice and I stared at him blankly. "I'm really sorry for being a coward and I'm even sorry for ruining your relationship with Clark by dragging him into this mess. I can only hope you forgive me. Please forgive me in the near future, George. I can't bear to live in this world without your forgiveness, the immense weight on my shoulders would be lifted with your forgiveness. So do think of forgiving me, if not now then sometime in the future."

He held my hand softly, his pleading eyes locking into mine with sadness and I immediately pulled my hand away, indicating that I wasn't going to entertain his crap. His gaze flickered to the diamond ring on my ring finger and then to Clark. He swallowed hard and got up.

"Alright," he whispered almost to himself and said the next words sincerely which broke my heart. "Hope you two have a happy married life. Goodbye, George."

He turned to leave and I shouted, "No! Wait!"

He stopped and said in a shaky voice, "No, George. I'm sorry to come in between you two, you both were always meant to be."

"I know," I mumbled honestly and continued, "I don't want you to hold onto your past. Besides, there's no use keeping past grudges and regrets. So I forgive you because I want you to be happy and move on with your life, Ian. I really want you to be happy."

"Thank you," he said gratefully while turning towards me. "But you were my happiness, George."

"And Brownie was, is and will always be my happiness," I retorted and Clark squeezed me, making me grin.

"I'm happy that you're happy, George, because you deserve all the happiness that you once gave to everyone around you," with those words, Ian quietly left and Clark held me tightly against him, promising to never let me go.

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A/N :

No sequel, but bonus chapters ahead ;)