"There's something about you though, and I'm finding it impossible to stay away." -Christian Grey from Fifty Shades of Grey
Prologue Christian's POV
"I'm crazy!" I mutter to myself as I hurry to take out my bright yellow sticky notes and black pen, that Lelia had gotten me when I was in college. Ana would never want anything to do with me after all, she has a boyfriend, but I have heard how that boyfriend talks to her. He is a piece of shit. I could treat her so much better. She deserves so much more. She deserves the stars, and I know if given the chance I could give those to her. I quickly write my phone number on the pad of paper along with something about finding me when she finally got home. I slap the sticky into the inside front cover of her Romeo and Juliet book and look for her in the long line. My eyes are automatically drawn to her. She is pretty even with only maybe two hours of sleep, little to no make-up on. She waves at me, I wave back. Her acknowledgement of me, makes my heart want to leap out of my chest. As she moves her brunette hair behind her ears, she starts looking through her bag. I'm nervous as fuck, walking through the crowd of people over to her, my heart feels like it will explode in my chest as I finally find her in the crowd of people, still looking through her bag. I hear her laugh nervously as I stand behind her as she talks to a woman in front of her, but I can't make out what she is saying, I'm too in awe of her. God, she is so short and petite compared to me. I just want to take her in my arms, and I want to protect her from all the evils in this world. But, then I think about Lelia. Lelia, that woman, the bane of my existence at the moment. This is her last chance to prove herself to me or else I am done with her, she constantly toys with my emotions for her, but then, on the other hand, she is the only girl that I have ever had feelings for. We are comfortable together. As people start to stare at me, standing behind Ana still, not saying a word like a fool, I say "Here, you left this in your seat." She twists around, giggling with embarrassment. Her hair smells like coconuts, reminding me of warm California days, bringing out a slight smile to my lips, something that I rarely do, but Ana seems to be able to bring out in me a lot since I met her less than twenty-four hours ago. "Thanks, C." She smiles as she takes the book from me. "I would have been lost without it on that plane ride." She giggles, and her giggles are like music to my ears for some reason. Last night Ana, asked what I was looking forward to doing during R&R, I told her sleep. I lied, after last night, playing cards with her, listening to her talk about her job, then this morning finding her asleep on my chest. . . I need to get rid of these god for blasted contacts. I should have worn my glasses instead, and I need a stiff drink, maybe some whiskey or bourbon, to help lose my memory of the night I spent with Ana for my flight home because I am leaving Ana behind to go home to Lelia instead. Either way, I am beyond fucked!
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