A/N: A few of you asked this, so I wanted to make it known that I will not be doing Ana's POV. It'll be CG's only.
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I am awoken by the smell of coffee and open my eyes to see that I am alone in bed, hugging Anastasia's pillow. I look around the room and find her in her robe, sitting at the chair by the window looking out on the skyline, while she drinks her coffee.
I sit up in bed and she turns towards me.
She smiles. "Good morning, sir. I've made breakfast. It's waiting on the warming rack for us."
"Good morning, Anastasia." I smile at her. "Come." I pat the bed beside me.
She sets her coffee down on the chest of drawers and sits on the side of the bed next to me. I cup the back of her head and give her a proper good morning kiss. She tastes of coffee and cream and Ana.
"Go ahead and plate our food, baby. I'm going to stop by the bathroom and I'll be in."
She smiles and gives me a short peck on the lips. "Would you like coffee, Christian? Or juice?"
"Coffee is good. Steamed milk. No sugar." I hope she knows how to work the coffee machine cause God knows I haven't the faintest idea.
She nods and scampers off.
I make my way to the toilet to relieve myself and wash my hands, when I get a good look at myself in the mirror. My hair is sticking out all over my head and my eyes are still heavy from sleep.
I splash some cold water on my face and try to calm my hair down. We'll have to shower after breakfast. I'm going to try my best to keep my dick to myself in the shower; I know she's sore from yesterday. Last night before falling asleep, we made love in my bed for the first time and then, the horny fucker I am, ended up waking her up again in the middle of the night to do it again. I want her to rest so that I can take her back into the playroom for another round.
I enter the kitchen and see Anastasia standing at the island, our two plates set, and coffee...but she has a half-eaten cookie in her hand. What the hell?
"Anastasia...what do you have?"
She tucks her chin and gives me a bashful smile. "A cookie."
"Do we eat cookies before breakfast?" I ask, heading toward her.
"We do if they're breakfast cookies."
It takes all my might not to smile at her comment and I wrap my arms around her, raising an eyebrow. "Do I need to remind you we don't eat cookies before meals?" It's awfully early, but I'll put her over my knee, if need be.
She shakes her head. "No, sir."
"So, what are you going to do with that cookie?"
She bites her lip and grins, before holding it up to my lips. "Bite?"
I laugh and open my mouth so she can feed me. I release her so she can sit and I finish chewing while I do the same.
"You know you can't cute your way out of everything..." I mention as I pick up my fork.
She giggles. "That doesn't keep me from trying."
I reach down and pinch her backside, making her startle. "Eat."
XxXxXx
"Turn, I'll wash your hair." She turns towards the water, pouting and I begin to massage the shampoo into her long, dark hair. My erection hasn't gone away since her robe fell to the floor, but I am doing my best to ignore it. I know Anastasia has noticed it and that is the reason for the pout. If it was one of the others, I would have stepped out of the shower long enough to grab one of my belts, leaving welts for punishment. As always, Anastasia is the exception. My soft spot for her is becoming bigger by the day.
While I'm in my thoughts, I notice her plump, little ass slowly making its way closer to me. I continue washing her hair, wanting to see where she is going with this. The small of her back connects to my erection and she begins to shimmy from side-to-side, making my dick rub against her skin.
"No, Anastasia. You need rest."
She straightens her back so that there is a couple of inches between my cock and her back, but stays quiet.
"Rinse."
She turns and does as I say, before turning back around so that I can continue with the conditioner. While I am applying the conditioner, I notice that her hand slips behind her and she grasps my erection in her hand, squeezing. I clench my jaw to keep from making a noise and spank her hard.
"I said no, Anastasia!"
Her hand stills on my erection for a second, but then she squeezes again.
I grab her hair and turn her around to face me, bringing her to her knees. I look down at her and she looks up at me, wide-eyed. "Fine. You want me? Open that mouth."
Her mouth opens wide and I shove myself inside of it harshly, making her gag. I've made my point, so I pull back a little, making sure she isn't choking, and let her take the lead.
She uses her hands and mouth to work me over and starts to close her eyes as she concentrates.
"Eyes on mine."
Watching her blue eyes just makes everything so much more intense for me. Guilt is bubbling up as I look down at her and-fuck me- I crumble and don't wait to do the aftercare.
I run both hands over her head, slipping my fingers through her hair, as I stroke it. "When I tell you no, it means no. I don't do it for any reason, but for your own well-being. Now...you're being a very good girl taking me. I'm almost there, baby. Suck hard."
Her eyes smile up at me and her cheeks hollow as she sucks with all her might. I hold the back of her head and slowly move myself in and out while her tongue keeps dancing along the bottom-side of my shaft. It doesn't take long before my balls draw up and I shoot into her mouth with a groan. Fuck. She's so fucking good at this.
I become lightheaded and have to hold onto the wall to keep the room from spinning. I take a couple of slow, deep breaths and the lightheadedness dissipates. I look down and find her still on her knees, looking at the tiled floor.
"Stand, Anastasia."
She stands, but keeps her head bowed and I use my finger to lift her head. Once her eyes connect with mine, I give her a small smile and kiss her lips. "I promise I'll make it up to you, baby. I have plans for you."
The corners of her lips lift into a small smile and I now know she isn't angry.
She lifts up on her tiptoes and pecks my lips. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. It's hard to resist you."
I chuckle and shake my head. "It's alright, baby. I feel the same way. Now turn and I'll wash your body."
After I finish with her, I send her on her way to get dressed and finish washing myself. Once I dry off, I secure my towel around my waist and head back into the bedroom, where Anastasia is buttoning her pants.
"Christian, your phone keeps vibrating." She states, nodding towards my phone on the nightstand.
I pick it up and see that I've missed two phone calls and have three texts from Ros. My phone vibrates again and Ros' number pops up.
"Grey."
"What the hell, C? I've been trying to get ahold of you! Where are all those documents we signed last week? I leave tonight for Detroit to finish it."
"Fuck!" I left them in the locked drawer of my locked office. I pull at my wet hair with my free hand and sit on the side of the bed.
"Where are they?" She asks, knowing.
"In my office."
"Now...see? If you would have given me keys, this wouldn't be a problem!"
Fuck that! There is no way I'm going to allow anyone to have keys to my private business! "Cut the shit, Ros. It isn't going to happen." I know it pisses her off that I don't trust her, but I don't trust anyone...except maybe Taylor.
"I need those documents. I'll meet you in an hour."
Shit. This was supposed to be our kinky-fuckery weekend! I look towards Anastasia, who is staring out the window, trying to give me privacy.
"Fine. We'll be there."
"We-?" I hang up on her before she can ask any more questions and throw my phone on the bed.
"Anastasia?"
She turns towards me. "Yes?"
"I need to go into the office to give my partner some documents I had left in my office." I watch her face, worried I ruined the evening.
Her face falls and she looks a little upset. "Oh, okay." She moves towards the bathroom. "Let me just throw my hair up and I'll get going."
I follow her in and stand behind her as she brushes her wet hair.
"Ana..."
"Yes, Christian?" She looks at me in the mirror.
"I was hoping you'd come with me."
Her brush stops midway down her hair and she stares at me. "You...you want me to go with you?"
"Yes. You're my girlfriend, aren't you?"
A smile forms on her face and then she giggles. "Yes, I suppose I am."
"I'll introduce you to Ros and then we can get some lunch?" I will not let her go home.
She nods. "That sounds great."
I smile in relief. "Dry your hair. I'll get dressed."
I wonder how Ros is going to react when I introduce Anastasia as my girlfriend... I chuckle at the thought as I make my way into my closet to change.
I'm in the middle of tying my tie when Anastasia appears and watches my fingers. I notice that she's already put a bit of make-up on, making her long dark eyelashes even longer.
"Umm...I think I'm a little underdressed..." She looks down at her jeans, blue blouse and short sleeve beige sweater-jacket.
I look down at myself and realize I'm dressing as if it's a normal workday. "Old habits die hard." I mention out loud.
I look back up at her and smile. "You look beautiful no matter what you wear. I believe I'm overdressed, baby. No one is going to be there except the three of us." My hands still around my tie, but then an idea strikes me and I continue on dressing.
"What shoes are you wearing?" I ask her, seeing her naked feet, while I slip on my gray suit jacket.
"Some that make me taller." She mentions, giggling. She then realizes I asked because I want her in them and her mouth turns into an 'O' before she disappears into the bedroom.
I grab my keys to the Audi R8 Spider on our way out and we make our way down in the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closes, the sexual tension is back and I busy myself with texting Taylor our whereabouts in case he needs something.
When the elevator opens, I release the breath I was holding and escort her to the R8. I open the door for her and let her slip in before bending and buckling her in. I kiss her quickly and shut the door before heading to the driver's side and folding my long body into the driver's side of my baby. I run my hands over the steering wheel while I turn it on. I've missed this. It's been weeks since I've driven anything and it's nice to get to drive my favorite.
It's nice out, so I hit the button, letting the top fold down, and I take my pair of Raybans from the center console. I put them on and look over at her, seeing her sitting patiently with her hands in her lap.
"Where are your sunglasses, Anastasia?"
She shrugs. "I don't have any."
I slip my sunglasses down my nose and raise my eyebrow, but she just looks at me, unsure of what to do. I slip them back on and sigh.
"Look in the glovebox, baby." I put the car in reverse and begin to make my way out of the garage while she rummages through my glove box. She pulls out a pair of my aviators and puts them on, tying her hair back with a tie before leaning back and resting her head against the seat.
I look over at her and grin. My sunglasses are too big for her small face, but she looks adorable. We make our way down the streets of Seattle, enjoying the warm air and the breeze.
"I could get use to this." She mentions, making me grin.
"Good. You don't have any other choice."
She gives me a megawatt smile and bites her lip, making my dick twitch. He's just going to have to wait. I'm enjoying this innocent little moment we're having.
At the stoplight, I look around and feel her fingers slipping through the hair on the back of my neck. I turn to look at her and she looks a little put off.
"Those women were staring at you." She explains.
I raise an eyebrow. "Are you claiming me, Miss Steele?"
She blushes and looks away, removing her hand, but I grab it and lace my fingers with hers, bringing it to my lips. She turns towards me, surprised and I wink at her, but then I realize she probably can't see it. "Good."
Her blush deepens, but I don't get much time to take it in because the light turns green. I place her hand on my thigh and put the car into gear.
XxXxXx
I park in the garage at Grey House and lead her in by the small of her back. On our way through, her eyes are wide, trying to take everything in that she can. We go straight to my personal elevator and I hold her against me as we make the twenty floors to the top.
"One day, I'm going to fuck you in this elevator, Anastasia." I announce, making her gasp. She looks up at me, her brow furrowed.
"What is it?" I don't like that look.
"You do that often? In here?" She looks around and wrinkles her nose at the thought.
"Never."
Her eyes widen and her head snaps back to me. "Never?"
I shake my head. "Never. None of my subs were ever allowed here."
"What about Mrs. Lincoln?"
I clench my jaw. What the fuck with all these questions?
"She used this elevator, but never as a sub." She gives a nod and I know what she's thinking. "Or a domme." I didn't even have Grey House, then. She needs to quit this shit.
Luckily, the door opens and I escort her by the small of her back again, pushing a little harder than I intend to. I see her chin tilt down and her eyes hit the floor. Get a grip, Grey.
"Hey." I stop her and turn her toward me, holding her chin with my finger and thumb. "I'm sorry. I'm not use to so many questions. You didn't do anything wrong."
She gives a small nod and I give her a reassuring smile before kissing her lips. The kiss seems to squash any worries she might have had because she relaxes immediately.
"That's my good girl." This makes her smile and I know we're back on track. "Ready to see my office?"
She nods. "Yes, sir."
This time, I take her hand and we make the short walk to my office. I just get the door unlocked when I hear heels echoing behind us. I open the door before I turn to greet her.
"Hello, Ros." I say dryly, as she makes her way over to us. She looks surprised, but is smiling from ear-to-ear. Fucking great.
"Hi." She states back, but keeps her eyes on Anastasia. She's mine.
"Ros, this is my girlfriend, Anastasia. Anastasia, this is Ros. She's my second in command."
"Oh! Nice to meet you." Anastasia states, offering her hand.
Ros' hand is in Anastasia's far too quickly for my liking and gives it a squeeze. "Pleasure to meet you, Anastasia. That's a beautiful name."
She releases her hand and Anastasia blushes at the compliment. "Oh, well thank you. Please, call me Ana."
I frown. She's never asked me to call her Ana...not that I need permission.
Ros finally looks at me. "Girlfriend, huh?" She's already teasing me. Fuck off.
I roll my eyes. "Let's just get the documents so we can go. Anastasia and I had plans today." I turn and they follow me into my office.
Anastasia looks around my office and goes to the window while I busy myself with getting the documents. Ros sits opposite of me and I can see the large smile on her face, even in my periphery. After pulling the manila folder out and locking my drawer, I know I can't ignore her any longer.
I look up at her, scowling. Instead of being intimidated, it just makes her smile grow. Cocky bitch.
"Don't." I warn.
She shrugs. "I haven't said anything."
I sigh and rub my face. "You have the documents. You can go now."
She rolls her eyes. "Dismissing me, Grey? Who do you take me for? An employee?"
I cock an eyebrow, but it doesn't seem to do anything. I've never been able to intimidate this woman. That's half the reason why I hired her. I needed someone with balls of steel and she's got more balls than all the men on my payroll combined.
"Don't you have a wife to get home to?" I ask her.
She sighs. "Yes, I better go. We're supposed to have dinner before she takes me to the airport." Thank fuck. She stands and grabs the manila envelope from my desk.
"Goodbye, Ana. It was nice meeting you."
Anastasia turns from the window and smiles at her. "You, too. Have a safe flight."
Ros leaves and shuts the door behind her after giving me a wink. I scowl at the door. She knows what I'm up to.
"She's British." Anastasia comments, standing next to my chair.
I nod. "It took four months to convince her to leave London, but it was worth it."
I reach up and loosen my tie. "Now...it's time to play."
Her eyes widen and I smirk. "Strip for me." I lean back and rest my feet on my desk, crossing them at the ankle. "Slowly."
She chews her bottom lip and looks around the room, as if worried we'd be caught. I watch her face turn the cutest shade of pink and wonder how far that blush actually goes.
"I didn't stutter, Miss Steele. Do as I say." I begin to unbuckle my belt, making her hop to. That's what I thought.
Once she's gloriously naked, I snap my fingers and point to the spot in front of me. She hurries over and looks at me, playing with her fingers.
I slide away from her and pat my desk. "Sit."
I roll myself up to her and pull her legs apart and loosen my tie enough to pull it over my head. I take her hands and tighten it around them so that they're locked together. "Lie back, angel." Once she's laying against my wooden desk, I pick up her legs and place her feet over my shoulders. I take her in and groan.
"Nothing compares to seeing you like this, baby. I'll never look at my desk the same again."
I begin to ravish her and she moans loudly. Her fingers find my hair and it only heightens my arousal. I suck on her clit and she cries out.
"Christian!" Her fingers tighten in my hair and she tries to pull my face closer.
I pull back a little and look up at her. "Easy, baby. I'll tie you to the desk."
She whimpers and rolls her head to the side. "Sorry, sir. Please don't stop. I'll be good."
I dip back down and continue while she massages the top of my head with her fingers. Every once in awhile, they flex, but she keeps to her word and doesn't pull me closer. As she convulses through her orgasm and screams my name, I lap her up and don't stop until she's spent and panting. I kiss my way up her stomach and reach up to knead both of her breasts.
She gasps as I pinch her nipples and pull. "Mmm, sir..." Her back arches as I pull and release them.
"You like that, baby?"
She nods against the wood of the desk. "Yes, sir."
I keep playing, pinching harder, the longer I play with them, and she keeps getting louder. "Do you like when I play rough?"
She's panting and her hips wiggle. "Yes, sir."
"Do you want me make your ass pink, Anastasia?"
She whimpers. "Please, sir."
I stand to take off my belt. "Let me see that ass, baby." She rolls so that her feet are on the floor and she's bent over the desk.
"Here. Hold this." I drape my belt over her naked ass while I slip off my jacket and unzip my pants, pulling my shirt free. I notice that her thigh and pussy muscles keep clenching and I grin.
I take the belt, slowly dragging it off of her skin and place it on the desk next to her. Since this is for pleasure, I want to warm her skin up first.
I grip her ass in both hands and start to knead and massage, warming her skin. I then spank her a few times, making it light pink.
"Oh, Christian, please!"
I smile and squeeze her backside again. "So impatient, Miss Steele."
I pick up my belt and double it over, yanking it in both hands, making it snap. She almost jumps out of her skin and I have to keep myself from laughing.
"You sure this is what you want?"
She nods and her forehead hits the wood with a thud. "Yes! Please, sir!"
"What are your safewords, Anastasia?"
"Yellow and red!" She almost shouts, unable to hide her excitement.
"That's my good girl."
I decide to start easy and swing my hand back and bring it forward, it landing smack dab in the middle of her ass.
She moans. "Oh, yes..." Her ass wiggles and I bring the belt down hard.
She cries out and I still, worried I hit her too hard.
She's panting and she looks back at me. "Please don't stop!"
I hide my look of surprise by licking her skin with the belt a few more times, alternating cheeks and them hitting them both.
"Oh, yes, Christian! So good..."
I continue to whip her and she continues to egg me on with her moaning and mewling. Her ass is red and welted, and a part of me is screaming for me to stop, but she keeps begging me to continue. I tell myself only a few more, when I hear her cry out.
"Sir! I'm...I'm...FUCK!" Her whole body starts to convulse and I realize she's coming. I bring the belt to her backside once more to heighten her orgasm and then drop it to the floor so I can pull my dick out of my pants. There is no fucking way I'm going to stop now. I'm so fucking hard, it hurts.
I step up behind her and slip into her as she relaxes and begin to pound into her. I lower my pants to my thighs so I can feel her warm backside against me.
"So tight, baby. I won't last long." I warn, gripping her hips. I keep my eyes on her backside and it causes my dick to twitch.
She shakes her head. "Me either. You feel...too good." She states, panting. God, I love how she feeds my ego.
"I need you to come, Anastasia." I feel her start to flutter. "That's it, baby. Squeeze me tight." I reach up and slip my hand between her breast and the wood and squeeze her nipple. Her body arches off the desk and she obeys; I free-fall soon after.
XxXxXx
We decide to grab lunch at the cafe across from Grey House and are just about to finish up. I know I can't put this off any longer.
"Ana...there is something I want to discuss with you."
She fidgets in her seat and winces, making me grin. I'm sure her ass is on fire right now. She scowls playfully at me and I chuckle, reaching across the table to hold her hand.
She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks up at me, uncertain.
"I don't feel comfortable with you going home tonight. I don't trust Liam. I want you to stay with me."
She blinks a few times and her eyebrows knit together. "You want me to..."
"Live with me." I finish, squeezing her hand.
Her eyebrows raise in surprise and she picks up her tea, taking a deep drink. I think she's trying to give herself some time to process this, but I'm impatient. I need her to say yes.
"Ana...baby, I need to know you're safe. I won't be able to sleep tonight unless you're with me. Sleeping is so much easier when we share a bed. Please, Anastasia."
She still looks surprised, but now I think it's because I'm actually begging her. Don't get use to it, babe.
She sets her cup down and chews her lip for a moment. "I guess we'll need to stop by my apartment to get some clothes then."
I give her a pantie-dropper smile and stand. "We better get going then, Miss Steele."
She giggles and picks up her handbag before standing. "I guess we better."
I take her hand and we venture back to Grey House's garage. Before opening the door for her, I pull her in for a long, deep kiss.
"Thank you."
A grin forms on her face. "You're welcome...but you're more than welcome to thank me again later..."
I chuckle and open the door for her. "Get in sassy-pants." I say, playing on her words from yesterday.
This causes her to start giggling and by the time I'm back in the driver's seat, she's still laughing.
"Am I that amusing, Miss Steele?"
"I'm sorry, Christian. It's just so unlike you to use something like that." She smiles at me.
"You must have rubbed off on me, then."
She bites her lip and looks down at her lap. "I like it."
And shy Ana is back.
XxXxXx
She pulls her keys out of her handbag as we pull up to her apartment building. It's an old brick building and I wonder if it's even up to code.
"It's a fourth floor walk-up..." She mentions, cringing, once we're inside.
There isn't even a fucking elevator? I take a deep breath. "I think I can handle a few floors, Anastasia."
She nods and starts her way up the stairs. I watch her ass the whole way up, imagining how pink it still is, making it seem like an easy four flights. We stop in front of the white door that says "4D" in black metal. She slips her key in and opens it, allowing me in first.
I take in her tiny apartment. White walls, Ikea furniture, shelf after shelf of books, and ugly vertical blinds in front of a sliding glass door that leads to a tiny balcony. I cringe. This is where she lives? There is no way in hell I would have ever let her stay here.
"My bedroom is in here..." She opens the door and I see that her bedroom is decorated in shades of gray. I almost laugh at the irony. Her walls are even a dark gray color. Better than white. I can see that she put most of her money and effort into her bedroom instead of the rest of the apartment.
The toilet flushes and we both look at one another, wide-eyed. I put my finger to my lips and close the door most of the way, leaving it cracked enough to look.
The bathroom sink runs before I hear it creak off. I look back at her and point to the corner behind her door. I want her hidden if this person opens the door. She takes my direction and chews on her thumbnail, nervous.
I hear footsteps down the hall and they sound heavy, the strides long. It's a male. He comes into view and my blood boils.
Liam Sorrento. What. The. Fuck.
I pull the door open and start towards him, surprising him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?"
"Where is Anastasia?"
I take him around his collar and knock off his ridiculous hat. "That's none of your fucking business. Why are you here?"
He grabs my wrist. "Step the fuck off, Grey. I have a key. I need to talk to my sub."
"She's no sub of yours." I tell him, gritting through my teeth. I want to kill this fucker already.
He tries to step around me, but I refuse to let him, and hold firmly to his collar. "Let go. I need to speak with Anastasia."
"You need to leave. She's now mine and doesn't have permission to speak to you." I push him and he takes a few steps back.
His hands clench into firsts. "We have a contract."
"You broke your contract weeks ago, Sorrento."
"She's mine."
I shake my head. "Get out."
He starts toward her bedroom again and I step between him and the door. "I said get out!"
He pushes me and my back hits the door and I see red. I punch him square in the nose and I hear a satisfying crunch as my fist connects. He doubles over, holding his nose and I'm surprised at how easily he gave up.
I laugh. "That's all it takes? You are nothing, but a pussy who beats on tiny women because you don't have the balls to face your sexuality!"
"Shut. Up." He looks up at me from his bent position.
"Get. Out." I retort. He's a poor excuse for not only a dom, but a man.
He slowly stands up. "When will you ever learn, Grey?"
What the hell does that mean?
He lunges and knocks me on my back and we end up on the floor, wrestling. Limbs are flying, fists are connecting to faces, stomachs, and chests. Hands are grabbing at throats and arms are dodging fists and fighting for the dominant position. Finally, I get him under me and start beating the shit out of him. His face is a bloody mess, but I don't stop. I can't stop. I want to kill the fucker.
"You like Anastasia in red, do you? Well, you look pretty damn good yourself, you fucker!" I connect to his cheekbone again and his arms go limp.
"Christian!" Anastasia yells and grabs my arm from behind me.
My arm stills and I look down at the fucker, whose eyes are closed, before looking back at my girl. My chest is heaving as I try to suck air into my lungs and Anastasia is crying.
I blink a few times and clear my throat. "I'm fine. Go pack a small bag so we can get out of here." She looks unsure that I won't start up again, so I stand and leave him laying there.
She backs up into her room and closes it behind her. Fuck. Is she scared of me?
I notice that both hands are covered in blood and I step over to the small kitchen to clean myself up. My knuckles are cracked and bleeding, but they'll be fine. I use a paper towel and wipe my face clean, checking my reflection in the microwave. My lip is bloody, my eyebrow is cut open, and there's a little blood coming out of my nose. Mother fucker. I'll probably have to work from home again this week.
I pull out my phone and call Taylor.
"Yes, sir."
"We're at Anastasia's. Sorrento was here when we got here and we got into it. He's on the floor comatose. I need him taken care of."
"He's breathing, sir?"
"What? Yes, of course he's breathing! I'll send you the address. Just get him taken care of and lock up her apartment. We're leaving."
I hang up and send him her address via text.
I clean up my face once more and hear her bedroom door creak open. I turn and she's standing there, looking unsure, with a small bag in her hand. She looks down at Sorrento and chews her lip.
"Taylor is going to take care of him. Let's go." I offer my hand to her and she stares at it for a second before slowly reaching for it.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, Ana. Let's just go home, okay?" I squeeze her hand lightly and she nods slowly. I take her bag from her and we make our way out of the apartment and down to the car.
Once we're in, I pull down the vanity mirror and check myself again. I look rough. The fucker did a good job. I did better. I notice that I'm still bleeding and that my white button-down has blood spots across it.
I push the visor back up, relax into the seat and sigh. I look over at her and she has a dejected look in her eyes.
"You'll clean me up when we get home, won't you?" I need her to take care of me.
She gives me a nod. "Yes, of course, Christian."
"Good." I give her a small smile before turning the car on.
