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Unconditionally

Chapter 1

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At the moment, Ana was looking at her own reflection in the mirror. She knew it was still early, but had gotten out of bed anyway.

'What time was it?' she wondered, and threw a quick glance at the clock on the wall.

"Crap! So early..." were the words that tumbled from her pink lips.

It was 4:48 AM to be exact, however she was wide awake, and unable to sleep again. The night before, she had been tossing and turning, thinking about everything that she'd been through and what lay ahead of her.

While watching every inch of her own face, and thinking about her past, a huge lump had formed in her throat.

Her wedding dress was beautiful and everything else was perfect.

Perfect and neat, just like her fiance. Yup, today was the big day. Ana was going to get married today...

Her husband to be was a good man and he made her happy.

But was she though? Was she... happy?

"Yes, I am" Ana tried to convince herself, but was failing miserably.

If she was happy, then why in the hell couldn't she stop thinking about someone else?

As a sigh escaped her lips, she got up from her chair and pulled a shoebox out under her bed. As the small object glided on her finger, she decided to move on from him, so she put it back where it had been for years now.

Could she though? Could she move on without him?

He was the one who had asked her to leave! He was the one who gave up on the two of them! Not the other way around... She had cried enough tears for him to last a lifetime.

Ana tried to hold herself together, but it was so fucking hard.

While attempting to convince herself that she indeed was able to move on from him, Ana said aloud." Jeremy is a good man and I love him. He is my future, and Christian is my past…"

While a tear escaped her eye, she grabbed Christian's note, the last thing she ever received from him. As her mind brought her back in time, Ana felt her heart bleed all over again.

Every. single. time.

And even though it's been years ago, it still hurt like hell, the pain so gut-wrenching and unbearable. How long has it been since she had seen him last?

Four years, eleven months, three weeks and five days to be exact.

While mentally slapping herself, Ana grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom. As she looked out the huge window, she noticed that it was still dark outside. It was too early for a bath, but she needed it right now.

So, Ana got her bathtub ready and sank carefully into it. The warm water and sweet aroma, was slowly relaxing her body and mind. However, her hands were shaking at the moment.

Why? Because she couldn't help but think of him and her together in a bathtub...

Him who? Well, Christian of course.

Fuck! Why can't she get over him?!

Even though she hadn't seen or heard from him in a very long time, he still had this effect on her. He used to be the man she loved unconditionally, the man she wanted to be with for the rest of her life. However, that was then. The past...

Can she not get that through her thick, stubborn head?!

He was then, and Jeremy is the now.

Her husband-to-be knew she and Christian were an item in the past, but Ana refused to tell him about it.

It was that simple. Once he had asked about her old flames, but she avoided the question. And after that, Jeremy didn't press the matter any further and let that topic go.

As her eyes fluttered shut, Ana contemplated if she should go see Christian one last time. Just one time, so she could say goodbye properly and move on with her life…

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At the moment Christian was lying on the couch in the study, a pillow covering his face. The light of the sun lit up the room, forcing him to wake up.

This morning he had taken a shower, after going for a run at exactly 4:48 AM. He had fallen asleep on the couch the night before and hadn't turned off the monitor of his computer in the spacious study.

When he returned from his run and had taken a shower, he finally turned it off and took a seat on his comfortable couch.

His mind automatically drifted to something in particular. No... not something, but someone to be exact. For almost five years, his mind was consumed by only her. It was like his mind, his whole being, didn't want to let go of her...

Like it didn't want him to rest, it didn't want him to move on from her.

During the day, when Christian was awake, she was all he could think about. And even during the night, when he was in deep slumber, she still was the center of his attention. He'd been dreaming about her. Even though he hadn't seen her up close in years, he had been seeing her in his dreams. Every fucking night... for almost five years now.

As his eyes fluttered shut, Christian tried to remember her. Well, it wasn't difficult at all...

His memories of her were so vivid, making his heart contract in his chest and ache tremendously, while he gasped for air.

It's been almost five years and still it was like he was able to smell her, feel her, hear her, taste her lips… He couldn't and wouldn't forget her, even if he tried. Every detail of her face was embedded into his mind, her scent, the feel of her skin onto his, and most importantly the feel of her lips on his.

Ohhh, her lips. Ana's precious lips were absolutely succulent, and were like magic to him.

Why? Because the second her lips touched his, Christian knew and felt that he was home...

Ana...

He heard about her wedding from Mia.

That particular day, when he heard the news, Christian had rearranged his living room and in the process had scared the living hell out of his own sister.

Yes, he was the one who had told Ana to go lead a normal life, because he wasn't able to give her everything that she deserved. All that he could give her at the time was pain and sorrow...

Things Ana did not deserve...

"Mr. Grey?"

Christian was taken out of his thoughts by a voice. It was Taylor.

"There is someone here to see you, Mr. Grey" he heard the head of his security detail say.

Christian let out a deep breath, and cleared his throat." I'm not in the mood for visitors, Taylor... tell the person to leave now!" he ordered, while glaring up at him.

In response, Taylor gave his boss an uncomfortable look and cleared his throat." Sir, I'm one hundred percent sure that you would like to see this person"

"Well, who the hell is it, Taylor?!" he growled, while throwing a deadly glare at the man." Speak up!"

"It's Miss Anastasia Steele, Mr. Grey... I will escort her here" Taylor announced and disappeared from the study.

While looking extremely baffled, Christian instantly got up from the couch.

"It was her big day today.. What is she doing here?!" were the words that tumbled from his lips at that very moment.

His adrenaline immediately increased, his heart beating faster, his breathing becoming shallow. As he heard the tapping of her heels, Christian began to panic like a mad man!

Fuck... what should he do?!

Christian wasn't sure if he could handle seeing her.

'I bet she still looks amazing.' were the words that swirled around his head at that moment.

He so wanted to run away right now, but the closer she got, the crazier his senses reacted and the more he wanted to see her gorgeous face.

At this point, his heart rate increased exponentially, his body trembling slightly…

After a few seconds, when the tapping of heels came to a halt, he felt as if the room had caught fire...

He realized then that she was on the other side of the door, only 1 ¾ inch wood separating Ana from him... Fuck.

She was so close and yet so far.

Christian took deep breaths and leaned on the door, knowing that she was on the other side of it. He assumed that she wasn't sure if she should knock or not, because Ana has been standing at his door for a little while.

Maybe she will change her mind. Will she? And more importantly, will she leave?

When those questions swirled around Christian's head, he all of a sudden heard a soft knock, his mind instantly going on overdrive...

For a split second, he thought about not opening the door.

However, he was so tempted. His mind told him no, but his body and heart were saying: yes, you desperately want to see her up close... even if it was just for a couple of seconds.

The moment he opened the door, Christian was hit by her scent, almost knocking him off of his feet. She smelled of vanilla and Jasmin... his favorite scent in the whole wide world.

And when his gray eyes locked onto her blue ones, his heart exploded inside his chest.

It was her; his Ana...

She looked more beautiful than when he had last seen her. Her hair was a lot longer and her cheeks were flushed.

Ana looked breathtakingly beautiful!

The second their eyes met, it was like Ana froze for a second.

As Christian watched Ana , it seemed like she wanted to turn around and walk away!

He held in his breath, and waited for her reaction. What will she do next?!

Ana let out a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She was standing right in front of him, up close and personal.

But still, he nor she had spoken one single word.

His heart was beating so fast, he thought it was going to explode.

As she took in all the features of his face, Ana felt a tug at her heart.

The way he was looking at her, made her heart thump wildly against her chest, the feeling overwhelming.

Gazing into her gorgeous, blue eyes, the memories came rushing through his mind, making him suck in air desperately. She smelled just like he remembered and was just as beautiful...

The only thing he wanted to do was to take Ana in his arms. He desperately wanted to hold her tightly and kiss her senselessly.

What he felt for her still, was almost too overwhelming.

Ana looked at him with those pretty, bright eyes of hers, making him grab the frame of the door for support.

As Christian continued to watch her, he noticed a look on her gorgeous face.

Was it regret? Despair? He wasn't sure...

They stood there, motionless, locking eyes, still not a single word leaving his or her lips.

But then she finally had the courage and whispered." Christian..."

His heart jumped up, as he heard her voice for the first time after all those years.

He responded by clearing his throat and stood firmly, his eyes locked onto hers. "Hi Ana."

Note: Thank you so much for reading, you all.

This story is complete, and this is the first of six chapters.