Much to the disappointment of you lot, I haven't got the time to expand it. I'm only posting it to remind you of me, and to tell you that I will be back!

Consider this as a teaser and a Xmas present from me.

At the bottom will be an update on my current status, and statuses of my stories. I'll try to include all the information that you want but feel free to PM me or leave a review.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Christian."

"What are you sorry for? There's nothing to apologize for, Ana."

"I'm sorry that I'm so stupid for choosing a possessive asshole fucker of a boyfriend."

"What are you going to do now then?"

"I want you now, so can I have you?"

"Have me, how?"

"Have you as my boyfriend, as my lover, as the person I scream for when I cum. Will you, be my everything? Be the one that holds my heart."

"Yes, I will under one condition."

"What is it?"

"You will hold dear to my heart and never crush it, rip it or toss it away."

"That's never going to happen. Your heart is mine to hold on too. I won't ever break it, it is mine and only mine. I won't share and I hope you can safeguard mine too."

That was the fantasy she had been having since she met him a couple of months back, though that did scare her because she wasn't sure a personal relationship was what she wanted with the boss. With her close relationship with Ros and her indispensable position in the company, it was only natural that she would see the big bad boss more frequently than any other employees. Ros had been making comments about how the boss had changed and had been drooling over her every chance he got, it got her hopes up.

As much as it sounded like that, she wasn't looking for a scandal or an office-fling, she wasn't looking for a fuck nor was she attempting to seduce the boss, but she was truly attracted to the man and her admiration for him began way before she had seen him in person. In spite of her "crush" — meaning her not-so-subtle attraction to him, according to Ros and Andrea — on the boss that she constantly joked about with her co-workers, she had remained professional with him though, and an unknown friendship did form between the two of them. Ros and her were the only two that was allowed to his office at any given moment and also get away with teasing and joking about him. She didn't dwell on her funny attraction to the man because she honestly didn't want to change the status quo, sometimes she didn't even believed that she truly had that alleged crush on him making her feel like everything was a joke. Though, she'd happily believe that it was a joke because the heart wanted what it wanted; plus, she had gotten used to the feelings she felt when she was around him.

So, here she was, on the 20th floor on a typical rainy day in Seattle, Ros was in her office taking a conference call, whereas Christian was at the receptionist desk yelling at the newly hired intern assistant that Andrea desperately needed.

"Jesus, what crawled up your ass, boss?" She stepped out of the office, silently admiring the figure in front of the main receptionist desk that belonged to the CEO.

"You did." He growled back, really not in the mood for her first round of teasing of the day.

"How?"

"What an inappropriate question to ask."

"Oh, I'm sorry boss. Should I pack my stuff?" She blinked innocently, still smirking at the man.

He huffed and rolled his eyes in response.

"Why are you yelling to one of those innocent girls again?"

"Because they don't do their job!"

"And what did they fuck-up this time? Your coffee order?"

"I'm not that peculiar, Anastasia."

"I beg to differ." She muttered. "You yelled the last time someone fucked your order up." She stated as a matter-of-fact.

"While that may be true in the past, but it's not the case this time."

"So, she got you the wrong copy of something. Or, she didn't make enough copies." When he shook his head at her, she continued to rattle off reasons that he had taken his own anger out of his assistants for little things.

"No!"

"Oops, sorry Christian, guess I struck the wrong nerve today. Was it Elliot again?"

"What do you mean again, Miss Steele?"

"I don't know, just your brother being himself to rile you up on a rainy day in Seattle." She shrugged. "Oh, speaking of brothers, Andrea's calling for you." She nudged her chin toward the blonde that was approaching him with an iPad in her hand.

"How on earth are those two things related?"

"Maybe they don't, then, Christian." Anastasia shrugged nonchalantly before turning to his assistant. "Andrea, if Miss Olivia I-forgot-her-last-name is giving you trouble, move her to that newly acquired publishing house."

"Ana." Christian exclaimed.

"What?"

"You know what, let her be the assistant of the new boss after I replace the two that I fired." Christian turned to his assistant on second thought.

"Oh and Andrea, if you still need an assistant, take José. I'm sure you two will get along splendidly." She smirked at the look of horror on her face.

"Who's José?" Christian asked, "should I know him?" He added confused when she crossed her arms in front of her, sending him an annoyed look.

"Yes," you were jealous the last time you saw him with me before you learned that he's rightfully homosexual. Oh, and let's not forget how hard he hit on you that first time you saw him. She added in her brain, snickering a little when she entered her office. That was a good way to take a break.

Back in the office, Anastasia was thankful that her office was soundproof from both sides, because right now, she was looking out the window behind her, staring at the sky. It had been gray since the morning because it started raining last night, but it looked like the weather was about to confirm what was reported this morning, that a storm was nearing. Checking the app on her phone, she groaned when she saw that she turned her attention away from her distraction — aka, work — just in time to be a witness when the storm hit.

She was the least productive under stormy weather, and she had known that since the first time it happened in her home office back in the penthouse in Escala.

This time was no different; if she didn't crawl on to her couch, the same thing would happen like it did the last time when she was at home, where she was trying very hard to concentrate on work but she'd either stop thinking or fuck-up what was in front of her. So, learning from the past experience, she had decided to ditch work altogether.

When there was a storm outside, the last thing Anastasia wanted was to move out of the blanket that she was cuddling with and the couch she was curling on. But, the lightning that struck outside lighting up her office reminded her that she was still in her workplace. She hadn't realized that the lights were turned off and that only made her fear of the electricity in the sky increase.

Groaning in frustration she pulled out one arm to check the time on her wrist watch. Her phone was lying out of her reach on her table. Though, she could've easily got it if it wasn't for her laziness to actually sit up from her current position.

The opening of the door jolted her. She wasn't expecting anyone and she was ready to pull an all-nighter if it meant she could sit idle, or more like shivering under the sheet, during work hours.

"What?" She snapped from the couch, knowing that whoever just entered without knocking could only be two people, Christian and Ros. The three of them had an open-door policies to each other.

"Someone's got a mood today." The silky baritone voice confirmed her intuition.

"You got a problem with it? You've got a mood every single fucking day and when I yell at you for taking your anger out on yet another innocent employee, you turn to Ros and ignore me the whole day."

"So, you're jealous?"

"Hell no. I'd rather be ignored by you."

"And why's that?"

"Because you are a fucking pain in the ass."

"Is that so?"

"Rightfully so."

"Well, I agree."

"Good. So, what are you doing here? I just said you've thrown enough on my plat for me to wish that you'd forget about me."

"I want to see you."

"Now you did, get lost."

He was about to retort when she shivered as a thunder followed by a lightning rumbled loudly outside.

"You're afraid of the storm?"

"I'm afraid of electricity."

"So am I."

"Okay. Still, that doesn't mean that I'm not worried about getting attacked by lightning."

"You're in the building."

"Have you heard about Kugelblitz?"

"That's German, my dear, I speak French not German."

"Lightning ball?" She translated, and adding another string of words muffled in the blanket that she was holding on to.

"That, I've heard of yes, but that rarely happens."

"Still, it happens."

"Fine." He conceded, taking a seat on the couch that she was laying on. "Now, what was that you said earlier?"

"What?"

"After you translated that word."

"I said, Germans are way better looking than French."

"I thought you said you liked Hispanics."

"José's Hispanic and have you seen him and Ros arguing in Spanish? That's like the worst impression a guy can ever make."

"Well, did I make a good impression on you?"

"Nah." She said after a little thinking.

"I should try harder then."

"Maybe." She shrugged, really not knowing where this would be going.

"I know you're lying."

"Fine, then I lied."

"Oh, Anastasia." He laughed, taking out his phone when he felt a vibration.

"Next of kin." She read off from the side. For some reason, he felt really comfortable around her, too comfortable that he wouldn't keep anything from her. "You're changing your will?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Why? You think Mia should get less because she's not supposed to live off you for the rest of her life and actually work? She teased. Or, Elliot should be getting the weirdest."

"No, actually." He said as he put the phone on her desk. "I'm only adding my next of kin. I've left enough for my family."

"Oh? Who's your next of kin then? I thought it was your dad or your brother."

"No, I left it blank."

"You never thought of leaving it to Ros?"

"Why would I do that ?"

"She's helped you through everything since the start."

"True, but she doesn't want it. She's made it clear that if she's ever going to step-up to my place I need to compensate her with an extended holiday when I get back."

"That sounds so like Ros." She laughed, "so, who is your next of kin."

"You'll know when something happens to me."

"Hey, that's not nice, especially on a stormy day like this."

"Fine, I'll tell you, but you have to promise me something."

"Okay…"

"Promise me that you'd keep your mouth shut."

"Why would I-" she was cut off by Christian's lips pressed up on hers. Clearly he wasn't finished with his demand when he requested her promise.

Anastasia was frozen on her spot, she had dream of this day but never thought it would come true.

"Like that." He finished.

She remained wide-eyed, her lips looked like they had been thoroughly assaulted.

"My next of kin," he continued as if he didn't just kissed her. Deciding to dump everything on her, wanting to see how she would react, he revealed. "Is you."

When there were no verbal response from her, her facial expression told him that she was still conscious.

"I'm leaving you with everything."

"Holy fuck." She drawn out each syllable painfully slowly. "Why?"

"Because I think after today, we will embark on a different journey together."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You will see." He smirked, winking at her seductively before loosening his tie and opening the first three buttons on his dress shirt. He knew she was staring at him and her eyes were following his every move. Knowing the effect of that impromptu kiss, he finished all the action in a torturously slow speed.

"You don't disappoint do you, Anastasia?"

"Why do you insist on calling me Anastasia?" She asked in an attempt to divert his attention from her small pants.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"That's just who I am. I'm sure you liked it when I'm stubborn in the boardroom."

"I do." He agreed. Though his hands hadn't stopped moving around his body, his eyes had darted toward her parted lips. His eyes had darkened, his pupils had dilated and his voice turned sultry. She knew it was a bad decision to lay back down after looking over his shoulder because she could easily be pinned beneath him at any moment.

The rumbling of thunder was getting more and more frequent on the other side of the glass window, Anastasia shuddered from the sound whenever the room went quiet.

"Why are you in the dark?" He asked, casually rolling up his sleeves as if he was already off the clock in the middle of the work day.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are your lights turned off."

"I wasn't aware that they're off."

"Are you really that afraid of storms?"

"Terrified." She admitted, lifting her heads up to look out the window, visibly trembling with fear when she looked at the situation outside.

"You're over analyzing it."

"Over-analyzing what?"

"They're not that bad."

"Maybe not to you. The storm didn't really leave a good impression on me."

"Just like I didn't either?" He joked, determined to take her mind off the storm for whatever reason that she was scared of.

"No." She mumbled absentmindedly as if the topic had brought up some memories that she didn't want to revisit.

"Okay," he sat up straighter, leaning closer to her and laid a hand on her blanket-covered figure, suddenly wanting to carry-out a fantasy of his. He knew it was a bold move and he knew he might end-up with a bad reputation but from the stories that he had heard of, he had enough courage to go-through with the plan. "How about I distract you from it?"

"How?" She asked, defeatedly. He knew she was probably fed-up about her fear for storms and the bad memories that it would remind her. "I know you need me to work, Christian, but I can't concentrate."

"It's got nothing to do with work." He reassured, texting both their assistants that anything that didn't need them would be given to Ros and he turned their phones off as well as locked the door.

"Then what are you doing?" She whispered in a small voice as he moved to hover above her, she wasn't sure how to analyze the situation, she didn't even know if it was just one of her many dreams, because it was getting more and more surreal.

"Fulfilling my fantasy."

"What?" She could barely speak, growing more and more uncertain of the situation. She was almost certain that she had fallen asleep, though it was highly unlikely with her experience with storms but at given moment, a dream would be more believable.

"Let me see you." He lowered his mouth to her ear, his breath blowing down her neck when he spoke added to the sensualness that she was already feeling.

She didn't protest when he peeled the blanket away from her hold, exposing her fully-clothed body to him. The second his tongue made contact with her neck, she could feel another pool of wetness soaking the fabric in between her legs once again.

"Am I dreaming?" She asked aloud, wanting to make sure that all of this wasn't just another episode of her fantasy.

"No, baby."

"Oh my god." She moaned, "I'm wet."

"I'm glad. I didn't know you can be seduced so easily." He chuckled, and that only made her secrete more fluid in between her legs.

"I wanted to be the one to seduce you, though. I've been dreaming about it…" she let her voice falter away, not because she was too distracted by his assaults on her now naked upper body or the fact that she had been so bold to voice out the fantasies that she had been having about her boss, but it was the fact that she couldn't really think of a time that she hadn't been dreaming about him.

He detached his lips from her breast, leaving her wanting. She cried but he said. "Finish your sentence, baby."

"What did I say?"

"Oh, Ana, Ana. Do I have to remind you?"

"Shh! I remember!" She exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, suddenly finding her confession that came out of the blue embarrassing.

He chuckled, slowly reaching for the zipper of her pencil skirt, having already almost ripped off her blouse he didn't want to ruin any of her clothing because of his impatience. "I'm going to stop if you don't start speaking." He warned, slowing his movements even more.

"The security cameras."

"Are off." He halted the process altogether when she didn't answer him, behaving just like he suspected she would.

When she reached for her skirt trying to take it off, Christian's hands beat her to it and pulled it off before she could have the chance to reach them.

"Now, answer me. When have you started to dream about me?" He demanded.

"Since I met you." She panted out when his thumb started to rub against her drenched panties. The contact was too unexpected and she didn't know she would react the way she did.

"Ditto, Miss Steele, ditto." He whispered in her ear before biting on her earlobe.

"Do you have a condom?" She blurted out just when his finger was about to enter her.

Christian chuckled before pulling out the tin-foil packet from his pocket.

His finger found its way in her the minute she acknowledged the condom in his hand that now fell on to the ground beside them. The feeling surging through her had been too different and too strong for her as she had never felt like that with any men.

"Christian," she whimpered before he could voice his appreciation of her tightness.

"Yes, baby. Did I hurt you?" He asked when she screwed her eyes shut.

"No." She squeaked, grabbing a fist-full of his shirt in her hands. "You're too dressed." She said in the split second that her mind was clear.

"Oops, my bad." He said, pulling his finger out of her.

"Fuck you!" She grumbled shoving him away when the pleasure suddenly stopped.

"I need to undress, darling." He winked, unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his shoes, socks and pants in record speed, he didn't want to wait anymore than she did.

"Do it quick before I change my mind about letting you fuck me."

"I don't think there's anything in you that will allow you to change your mind."

"Then please just stop with your seduction."

"Why?"

"Because you've got me."

That was all he needed to hear for him to nearly rip apart her panties like he did to the condom packet.

"You're huge." She commented, unsure if she had thought of it before in her dreams.

"Hmm." Was all he said before he parted her legs, kneeling in between her.

Capturing her lips, he sucked and pulled on to her bottom lip like the way he had always imagined he would whenever she bit them.

"We are going to make brand new memories." He murmured in her face. She closed her eyes and he could see her shivering with anticipation, knowing that that was his line to cue for his entrance in her.

"Ah." She exclaimed, arching her back that it touched his toned abs. She could feel him flexing them as he continued to inch inside, and her mouth formed an 'o-shape' when he filled her completely.

"Ah, fuck me." It was an exclamation and not a command, they both knew it but knowing him, he'd still tease her.

"Maybe next time, baby." He winked at her. "We're going to be making sweet love today."

"Okay, now please m- oh..." her pleading request was quickly cut-off and fulfilled by his movement.

...

"I've been fantasizing and crushing on you since I met you just like every other female population, do you offer this kind of service to all of your fan girls?"

"I fantasize too, Miss Steele, and you just happened to be occupying my mind for some time, too long that I have to do something about it." He smirked.

"Do you go on to women you fantasize?"

"Do you jump on men you fantasize?"

"Touché."

"You're an exception, honey. Besides, I prefer a screamer."

"Dammit."

...

The next day, when all the executives were sat around the table in the conference room on the 20th floor, a member of the team was making a report but none of the important people were paying attention.

My VP is playing footsy with my COO. Great :) — C

The group chat notification was the last thing that the two of them were expected to receive. They were so engrossed in their little game to realize that they weren't the only two that deemed the meeting unproductive.

Shit, we got caught Steele — R

Anastasia almost laughed out loud when she replied to Christian's text by gliding her foot down his calf. His eyes widened and then turned into a glare and directed at her but it all happened too fast to be noted by the others in the room.

Headline tomorrow: VP flirting with CEO during an important meeting — C

Ros's head shot up at Anastasia who was still caressing his calf, distracting him more than he wanted to be distracted at that moment. She returned to the COO's questioning glare with a wink.

"I think we've heard enough today." Ros turned to the rest of the table, effectively cutting off the current speaker. "If there's anything that should be brought to our attention, an email would be sufficient." She said, standing up, dismissing the party. When Anastasia followed to see the group out, Christian remained seated.

As soon as the door closed, Ros turned to the two who were both smirking but for different reasons.

"Who fucked who?"

"It's really none of your business," Christian replied with his usual line.

"It is this time." She shrugged as if that was the most legit reason.

"Apparently, he's got a crush on me, too." Anastasia jumped on to the table in front of him like a high schooler, crossing her legs and leaning on an arm.

Christian rolled his eyes and stood up from his chair so he could tower over her.

"In your dreams, baby."

"This room is getting hot." Ros fanned herself and started to gather her stuff before Anastasia could get out a reply. "Damn," she muttered to herself as she tidied up. "Before you two hooked-up I'd always thought being in a space with you two is too much, now, it's fucking suffocating." With that, she scurried out of the room, making sure to close the door behind her as if the vibe could be trapped in that confined space.

"Only I get to seduce you."

Please review?

By the way, I appreciate honest reviews, and like I've said before, I don't screen any reviews, so just keep 'em coming.

Now, here's the update (if anyone's interested)

For the stories:

The following are the ones that I'm not considering continuing (even though I'm well aware that there are many many potentials for some of them). They are COMPLETE btw! Just in case I didn't make myself clear, as almost all of the reviewers said they're sorry to hear that I'm not going to finish my stories. All of the listed below are COMPLETE, and by continuing, I meant writing a sequel, or outtake/spin-off for that matter.
A Fling or a Lifetime Commitment
Cupid's Choice
Young CEO
Fifty Shades of Drunk Dialing
Hunter & Prey
Verdict of Truth

And, these are the ones that I have plans to continue (as in, sequel or add chapters to it) but are COMPLETE FOR NOW!
Fifty's Fool
Home Sweet Home
Never Let Me Down
Recurring Nightmares
Office Fantasy

As for The Elite Bachelor, I know I've been saying that I will finish posting what I have already written and at the same time I'm super insecure about the construction of the whole thing, the plot needs serious consideration and development, and until real life has ease itself from me, I don't think I will have much time to put thoughts into this story. If it makes you feel a little better, I love that story, and it's one of my favorites, so that means I'm not going to abandon it.

I've asked for this countless times already, but time is all I need right now, and it seems like the one thing that I don't actually have. Believe it or not, I am still writing, but I just don't think I've got a piece decent enough for presentation.

Without getting anyone's hopes up, you might see a (short?) story from me soon (hopefully the first chapter before this year ends).

Please don't hesitate to find me.

Laters, baby x

-SapphireTrafficker-