"Out of my way, bitch!" I shoved Ally away and grabbed a tub of ice cream from the refrigerator."Enough, George. You're taking this too far. Stop talking to Ally like that, she'll be our family soon," Zach said sternly and I showed him my middle finger."I don't give a damn about-wait . . . family?""Yes, we're going to get married soon," Zach announced and had the audacity to grin cheekily at Ally."What? You think so?" I laughed dryly and licked the spoon full of strawberry ice cream. "I feel so sorry to burst your bubble, brother dear. But don't trust that bitch, she'll bail out on you at the very last second.""I have heard enough, George. Whatever happened was in the past and you have no right to meddle into that. That was our problem, not yours. You weren't even here at that time, so quit getting mad at everyone like you're involved in this which you're clearly not," Zach snapped at me and I knew he had a valid point."Right." I sighed audibly in defeat and Zach quirked an eyeb

"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

I sneezed. I sneezed right on poor Ian's pretty face."I-I'm sorry," I stuttered and smiled sheepishly when Ian slowly wiped his face with a handkerchief."It's okay." He chuckled, leaned backwards on the wooden bench and I could sense some disappointment.But I was glad that I sneezed harshly and broke the almost kiss attempt by Ian. I didn't know what I would have done if I hadn't sneezed, but kissing Ian felt wrong in some way. Ian was extremely attractive and sweet, however, it just didn't feel right. It felt like I was being a disloyal hoe to a particular cold, impeccable, aloof, handsome, delicious, fine male specimen and that I would run out of adjectives describing him."Let's have lunch Ian, I'm hungry," I changed the topic, grabbing Ian's hand and pulling him up with me to avoid the awkwardness of our close proximity and almost kiss. "We'll go to that fancy restaurant I saw the other day. It's down the lane, on the way to the mansion. Call Brownie there, he must be hungry t

"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

There were so many typical rich people with their façade on, chatting to each other like they were soulmates, but in reality, most of them were back stabbing bitches and I even caught some of them snickering behind their so called 'best friends.' Most of the ladies were attached to a questionable men dressed in suits and both kinds were engrossed in flirty conversations.Every little thing looked expensive and was made from fine jewels, gems and the best material. From carpets that looked like they were bought directly from the middle east and the cream coloured walls without a single crack, this place was magnificent. I heard the old, rich owner of this estate loudly boast about the massive crystal chandelier that was suspended from the ceiling and I was getting paranoid that it would fall any second.No man approached me and that just lowered my self-esteem. It was because of how scary I appeared in that dress and smudged makeup, sitting in a dark corner and surreptiously stuffing f