Chapter Two
My mind goes blank. Everything stops around me and I stop breathing. No, no, no this can't be happening. No way in hell. Pregnant? Not fucking possible! She told me she was on birth control, and I always, ALWAYS, use condoms just in case so shit like this wouldn't happen. Fucking pregnant! I'm only twenty-fucking-five I don't want a kid, and especially not with Natalie! I'm not fucking father material let alone boyfriend material. This can't be happening. No, no I can't believe this. There's no way in hell that child is mine. If she is really pregnant, there is no way I'm that baby's father.
"Christian? Are you there?" Natalie's timid voice slams the brakes on the train running wildly with my thoughts and I'm catapulted through the windshield, back into an unwelcoming reality.
"Pregnant?" I barely get out, I think I'm hyperventilating.
"Yes."
"Pregnant?" I dumbly repeat once again, but I don't know what else to say. My mind, my life, everything is in a different reality right now.
"Yes, Christian, I just said that."
"How? How the fuck can you be pregnant, Natalie? You told me you were on birth control and I used a fucking condom so tell me how?" I practically yell at her. I'm so pissed everything around me is being filtered through a red hue.
"Christian, I'm sorry I didn't mean for this to happen, I swear! Maybe the condom broke and my birth control ran out."
"Well aren't I just the luckiest fucker on this planet. A fling's birth control fails AND the condom breaks! What are the fucking chances!" I'm gripping the phone tightly I'm surprised I haven't crushed it in my deathly grip.
"A fling? That's all I am to you?" I hear her crying on the other end but I'm too upset to worry about her water works at the moment.
"Stop with the fucking dramatics, Natalie. I made it very clear to you what our relationship entailed. Don't act like you are clueless to that." All the sudden I'm hit with a thought so strong I have to catch my breath to return back to equilibrium. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?" I say lowly, so low that I'm not sure if she even heard me.
"What?"
"Did you sabotage my condoms and stop taking your birth control on purpose?"
I hear her sharp intake of breath and I'm not sure whether that's a good or a bad sign. "W-what? Of course not, Christian! I'm only twenty-two; I'm not ready to be a mother!" Her voice is high pitched with shock at the notion that I would even have the audacity to think such a thing.
I run my hand through my hair for the millionth time in the last ten minutes and aggressively pull on my hair in frustration. I don't know what to think or say anymore at this point. I've had one hell of a night and by the looks of it I'm going to spend the rest of it drowning in bourbon.
"Look, Natalie, I'll have to talk to you about this later. Until then," I let out my breath harshly, shit I don't even know what to do until then. "Until then, just, schedule an appointment with your doctor or something. I gotta go." I hang up before she can say anything else.
I lean forward placing my elbows on my knees and bury my face in my hands. How the fuck can this night get any better? As I'm sitting back up a slight tap on the window surprises me and I look out to see Taylor standing near the window, standing guard. I look around and notice we are in the underground garage of Escala.
I open the door and step out, facing Taylor. "How long have we've been parked?"
"About six minutes, sir." I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Usually I'm one to be very aware of my surroundings, but I guess learning you may or may not be a father to a child you're not sure exists can distract you very easily.
I nod at Taylor and start walking over to the elevators with him trailing behind. I don't make eye contact, and I don't say anything as we get into the elevator and ascend all the way to the top, where my penthouse is. If he heard my conversation with Natalie, he doesn't give any indication that he is aware of my newly fucked up situation. Sometimes his stoicism is deafening, today welcome it. The last thing I want to do is discuss my phone call. Right now I want to forget about everything and drink my worries away then go to bed.
When we get into the foyer of my pent house Taylor and I diverge to our designated areas.
"Good night, Taylor. I'll be up at six-thirty tomorrow for my morning run."
"Good night, sir. I'll be ready." I nod my head in assent, then walk down the corridor to my office where my decanters of amber liquid are waiting for me.
I walk over to the mahogany counter behind my desk and pull out a glass tumbler, reaching for the jeweled crystal decanter my grandfather gave me when I made my first million at GEH. He said it had been in the Trevelyan family for decades, and I was honored that he not only passed it down to me, but touched that he was so proud of my accomplishments. He was the one who gave me the start-up money for GEH, and that was even more of an incentive to achieve my goals in making a successful business. I wanted to make him proud and not regret wasting one hundred thousand dollars on an ambitious twenty-year-old. I guess the ruby and sapphire encrusted crystal decanter was his way of saying he was.
I gulp down the fiery amber liquid, plopping my butt in my leather desk chair and rake my free hand through my hair. I wonder what Grandpa Trevelyan would say about me having a child with a woman I don't love out of wedlock. Probably hit me upside my head and berate me for being so irresponsible like he used to do to me and Elliot when we were younger. Ah, to be a child again. Filled with mischief and laughter, nothing every seemed like it could go wrong. And then you grow up wishing life was as uncomplicated as it was when you were ignorant of the world.
I sigh leaning back in my seat, drinking the last of the bourbon that was in my tumbler. Wishing I were a child again brings the problem that I may have created a child to the forefront of my mind. I set my glass tumbler down on my desk and scrub my hands over my face, then pushing them into my hair. I still can't believe this. I need to know if there is really a baby growing in Natalie and if it is really mine. Solving the problem of discovering whether she is pregnant or not is easy, discovering whether it is mine or not proves to be more difficult. I don't want to wait months having to worry about the possibility of a child, my child, hanging over my head. I need to know.
Facing the counter I lean over and pour myself another serving of bourbon. Taking a sip I revel in the way it burns as it goes down, then heats up in my stomach. Glancing at the Omega tied on my wrist I check the time. It's only nine-thirty. And it's a Saturday night. I debate whether I want to call it a night yet, but then my ringing phone decides for me.
I look at the caller ID and see that it is my mother calling me. Not unusual for her to call this late, but then with her nothing is really unusual.
"Hi, Mom," I answer in greeting.
"Christian, I texted you earlier this evening, and you haven't responded. Did you even read it?"
Dropping my head down on my chest I let out a weary drawn out breath. My mother is a force of nature not to be trifled with. She is an angel when she wants to be, but a demon when provoked. Being a mother of three isn't the easiest job, especially dealing with me and Elliot, but she handled us like the incredible woman she is. Persuasive, strong-willed, loving, and intelligent Grace Trevelyan-Grey is the most competent woman I have ever met. And I completely adore her.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I've just been . . . preoccupied." It's not like it's a lie, I know better. Grace could always tell when I'm lying, much to my chagrin.
"Christian, honey, are you okay? You sound stressed. Is work getting to be too much? I was just telling your father that we should go on another family vacation. You need a break, darling." Her voice is concerned and chiding at once, something she pulls off impeccably.
"I'm fine, Mother. Nothing a good night's rest won't cure. Now what is it you wanted to talk about?"
"Oh, yes. We're having a barbeque tomorrow at noon. Your father and I would love to see you there; we don't see enough of our children anymore." I roll my eyes visualizing her pouting. I don't know why she is complaining about not seeing us. All of her kids were there for Sunday dinner last week, and the week before that.
"Mom, I-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses, Christian. I want you there tomorrow with your family. Your grandparents will be coming, too. And I know how much you love your grandfather; he'll be delighted to see you."
I use my thumb and index finger to rub my eyes. It's not that I don't want to spend time with my family, I do, but I have work piling up already and I want to get it done. But knowing my mother, she won't take no for an answer.
"Fine. I'll be there," I concede.
"Great! Come around eleven. Love you, my darling boy. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Love you, too." I hang up and place my phone face down on my desk.
Groaning I rest my elbows on my desk and lay my head in my palms, digging the heels of my hands in my eyes. Maybe my mother's right. I do need a vacation. But then I remember the wise words of my grandfather telling me that no matter where I go, my problems will follow.
Sitting back in my chair I grasp my tumbler and toss back the rest of the liquid, ignoring the burn as it silkily slides down my throat.
I'm not anxious to surround myself with my family, but I'm not dreading it either. What I really want is to erase this entire day. No, no that's not true. I don't want to erase the memory of Ana.
I sink into my chair as I recall the images of the beauty that I would like to get to know better. She had fire, something a lot of the women I've been 'acquainted' with didn't have. I liked it. She seemed different, in a good way.
I wish I could say I felt bad for staring at her breasts, but then I would be lying. She called me a liar. An ironic smile pulls at my lips. No one has ever called me out on my shit before, definitely not a woman. The fact that she isn't afraid to tell me how she really feels makes the thought of her all the more attractive. I want her. I've wanted women before, and I usually end up getting them, but I want Anastasia more than I have ever wanted any woman before. There's just something about her that pulls me in and paralyzes me. And I want to find out what that is. Only problem is, I don't know how to get her to talk to me, and if Kate has been telling her things about me then my chances of getting to spend time with her are very low.
Then there's the problem that she had been involved with that limp dick, Adam. Just the thought of him aggravates me. And the thought of him being with Ana aggravates me more. I still don't know what she saw in him, or what Mia saw in him. I guess it's just because I'm a guy that I think he's ugly as shit. Ugly or not he got a chance with Ana. I wonder what he did to make her break it off with him, only for him to come crawling back pleading for another chance. He cheated on Mia, and she's fucking amazing, albeit annoying at times, so I wouldn't doubt that he cheated on Ana, too. They always say once a cheater always a cheater.
I push myself away from my desk and stand up, placing my empty tumbler on the counter behind me and then walking to my en suite bathroom. I just want to wash the day away and turn off my mind for a while. Thinking about everything is going to make my head explode.
Stripping off my clothes I toss them into the basket next to the door and step into my shower, sliding the glass door shut behind me. I turn the hot water knob all the way until I can't turn it no more and let the scalding water fall down my body. Letting my chin fall to my chest I close my eyes and let the water wash away the stress and anxiety tangled in my muscles. After taking a few breaths I bathe and wash my hair, then step out wrapping a white fluffy towel around my waist. Walking over to the sink I run my hand across the foggy mirror, examining my tired face before I began brushing my teeth.
Leaving my bathroom I walk over to my dresser, pull out some pajama pants then put them on. I fall heavily onto my bed and close my eyes. Today has been one hell of a day, and I wish I could close my eyes and wake up in the morning, realizing that today has just been a nightmare. Sighing I turn onto my stomach and rest my head on my arm. If I could turn back time I would go back to the day I met Natalie in that bar and never agree to go home with her. To my complete disappointment that's not possible and now she may be carrying my child. Groaning at the thought I close my eyes, trying to shut off my mind. Tomorrow I'll think of a plan. I'll think about all of the events of my fucked up life tomorrow, but right now I just want to find serene darkness. And it doesn't take long before I do.
Walking out of my elevator I hold Anastasia's body to me as we attack each other's face. Her lips are so smooth and soft and I love the taste of them. Her mouth tastes like strawberries and honey. Her body is firm against mine and she pushes her breasts into my chest. I run one of my hands down to her ass while my other travels up her body landing on her tit. I roughly grab her ass while I massage her breast and she moans in my mouth.
She pulls away from my lips and looks into my eyes through her hooded lustful ones. "Fuck me. Right here. Right now." I watch as she begins to undress in front of me, starting with her tank top. My dick is straining against the fabric of my jeans and when I get a good glance at her rosy nipples I almost blow my load. I continue to stare at her like a dog in heat when she shimmies out of her short black shorts. She stands before me, completely naked except for her lacy red thong. Her cobalt blue eyes gaze up at me through her lashes. "Take off my thong," she commands me. I willingly do so. When I put my hands on her hips she stops me, placing her small, soft hands on mine. "No. I want you to take them off with your mouth."
I look at her face and she has a challenging gleam in her eyes. I smirk and slowly sink to my knees, running my mouth down the middle of her body as I descend. When I'm fully on my knees my nose is level with her sex. I crane my eyes upwards watching her expression as I run my nose along her slit, inhaling deeply. I feel her shiver and hear a soft moan emanate from her throat. Smiling I bare my teeth and grip the front of her thong, then pull them downward. Reaching behind her I grip the lace between my fingers and pull down, releasing the fabric from the confines of her buttocks. With her panties still imprisoned between my teeth I lean my head forward and run my nose through the soft curls of her pubic hair, nudging my nose in between her folds. She bucks forward, her breath catching in her mouth.
"Enough," she commands me, pulling my hair, pushing my head away from her intoxicating flesh. "I want to come when you're inside me. Take off your clothes." Obeying her demand, I stand up and begin to strip in the foyer of my pent house. She watches every move I make, licking her lips in anticipation as I unbutton my jeans and pull them down along with my boxer briefs. Her eyes widen when my erection springs free, and I notice a change in her breathing. She's almost panting.
Ana's eyes leisurely crawl up my body, landing on my eyes. She bites her lip as she walks backwards to the round oak table placed in the center of the foyer. Without taking her eyes off of mine she swipes her hand across the table, knocking over the black and white vase that was holding blue tulips. Ignoring the shattered glass surrounded by water and limp flowers, she lifts herself onto the table, then spreads her legs, giving me a perfect view of what my throbbing dick so badly wants.
"Fuck me. Now." She has a come hither look on her face, and she's biting her lips so hard I think I can see blood.
My dick is dripping in pre cum and bobbing up and down. I'm so hard it's painful. Walking slowly to her, savoring the sexual aura surrounding us, I stop when my purple head is almost touching her hot, moist flesh. I grip her hips, line myself up with her entrance and then drive myself home. Her back arches beautifully off of the table and a long breathy moan escapes her lips. I have to stop before I pull out because she's gripping me so tightly and I'm bound to cum too early.
"What the fuck are you doing, Christian? Fuck me and don't stop until I say so." I groan almost in anguish at her words. Her command is so hot, and if possible makes me harder. I slowly pull out, trying to control myself, then push back in with a little more force.
Anastasia places her small hands around my forearms and digs her nails into my sensitive skin. "I told you to fuck me. I want it hard. Stop acting like it's your fucking first time," she says in an irritated voice. I almost lose it then. Hearing her to command me to fuck her hard is the sexiest thing any woman has ever said to me.
Once again obeying her command, and pacing myself, I place my hand on her chest pushing her down to lie back flat on the table. Bracing my arms on either side of her, I scoot myself closer then pull out again. I do what I am told this time, trying very hard to keep it together and fuck her hard just like she wants it. I push and pull vigorously and fast, her satisfied moans and whimpers egging me on to go harder.
"Yes, Christian. Just like that. Fuck me hard," she moans out breathlessly.
The table moves each time I pound my body against her and her legs began to grip me tighter each time I rub that sensitive spot deep inside her.
"Yes! Yes! You feel so fucking good. Don't stop!"
Her ass is beginning to turn red from my skin slapping so hard against hers and my forearms sting from her digging her sharp nails into me as I give her what she wants.
I'm just about to come hard and fast into her when the ping to the elevator announces an arrival. I turn my head to the right just as the doors slide open and a little girl steps out looking at me with round grey eyes and long copper hair.
"Daddy?"
I'm stricken with panic and everything around me comes to a complete stand still.
I hear the foyer doors to my left open and I swiftly crane my head in that direction. Standing at the threshold is another young child, only it's a little boy with the same copper hair but this time with greenish hazel eyes.
"Daddy, what are you doing to Mommy?"
I stare wide eyed at the toddler then turn my gaze to where his is looking at.
I turn my head and look down at Anastasia, only it's not her. A head full of golden brown hair and hazel eyes meet mine, not the cobalt eyes and honey brown hair that was just under me only seconds ago.
"Baby, what's wrong?" she asks me.
I shake my head, trying to figure out what's going on. When I open my eyes again I'm no longer in the foyer of my pent house. I look around analyzing the new place I seemed to have just appeared in. Out of nowhere I hear a baby's cry and looking down I realize it's coming from my arms. I'm automatically tense, terrified and confused. I have no idea how this baby got into my arms or where the hell it came from. Then I smell something foul, and it's coming from the bundle of blue wriggling in my hold.
"Christian, stop staring at him. He needs to be changed." I hear a familiar voice say and when I turn looking at who said it I don't see anyone. I'm alone with a crying baby in my arms, and I have no idea what to do.
I close my eyes again. My breath is shallow and I'm starting to shake from my overwhelmed nerves. I open my eyes again and I don't hear crying anymore. I look down and I'm no longer holding a dirty diapered baby. I release my breath and began to calm down. I glance around to identify where I am, but nothing is familiar.
"Baby, I'm so glad your home. Here take CJ, I need to go check on your daughter." I turn around just as the same hazel eyed girl with the golden brown hair pushes a little boy similar to the other little boy that was in my foyer into my arms. He smiles a toothless smile and slobber is pouring from his mouth.
I hold him at arm's length, not exactly sure what to do with him. I end up putting him on the floor, and he happily pushes himself to his hands and knees and begins to crawl away. I have no idea what the fuck is going on. I don't know who that woman is or who that baby is or where either of them came from. I lift my hands to my head, brushing my fingers through my overlong hair then rub my hands down my face. I feel a warm metal rub against my cheek and pull away my hand from my face. My heart hammers in my chest when I see the golden ring adorning my ring finger on my left hand.
"What the fuck?"
"Christian, how many times do I have to tell you not to curse around the kids." A very familiar face stands in front of me, and I instantly recognize her.
"Natalie?"
She rolls her hazel eyes at me. "Now's really not the time to for you to play dumb. We need to get to be at my parents in twenty minutes so we can get to CJ's soccer game on time."
I look at her like she has lost her mind. "What? Who's CJ?"
She huffs out an exasperated breath. "Your son. Now come on we have to drop off Clarisse off at my parents. They'll watch her for us."
My world starts to spin and I feel like I'm going to throw up. Nothing is making sense. I don't have a son, and I don't know why Natalie is talking to me about dropping Clarisse off at her parents, whoever that is. I don't know where the fuck I am. I don't know how I got here. I want to get away from Natalie and runaway where no one will find me. I feel a headache coming on. I close my eyes, blocking out everything.
I open my eyes and am standing in front of a long narrow table crowded with pictures in silver frames. My breath becomes shallow and I feel like my eyes are bulging out of my head. I'm in all of the pictures. Me in a black and white tux holding hands with the girl with the golden brown hair. Me standing next to a hospital bed with the same woman, but she's holding two babies, one wrapped in a pink blanket, the other in blue. There's another picture of me and the golden brown haired woman kissing each other. I don't look happy in any of them.
"That one's my favorite. Our wedding day. Of course the picture with me holding our twins and you next to me comes to a close second."
She's standing next to me. The woman with the hazel eyes and long golden brown hair.
"That's not me. This isn't my life," I tell her emphatically.
"Don't be silly of course it is." She walks in front of me and grabs my hands that are dangling lifelessly at my sides and places them on her stomach.
"I still can't believe I'm carrying your baby." I glance down and see my hands placed on her very pregnant belly.
I panic and snatch my hands away. "No! That's not my baby and this isn't my life! I don't love you, and I don't want you! Leave me alone!"
I sit up in my bed covered in sweat with a rapid heartbeat. I glance around my room and take a deep breath, trying to find my equilibrium and calm my rapid beating heart. Flopping back against my pillows I wipe away the sweat from my forehead.
"Fucking hell."
That has to be one of the most disturbing dreams I have ever had. It started off so well and then all went to shit. I look at the green numbers glowing on my alarm clock. It's six-fifteen in the morning.
Taking a minute to recuperate I lie back and let my body rest for a few minutes. I have a nervous knot in my gut and I want it to go away. I rarely ever have bad dreams and I'm hoping this situation with Natalie won't permit me to lose sleep every night. I have better things I need to worry about.
Rubbing my hands down my face I crawl out of bed and head to my closet to change into my running gear. After dressing and brushing my teeth I walk out meeting Taylor in the dreaded foyer.
"Mr. Grey, what would you like for breakfast?" Mrs. Jones, my housekeeper asks me.
"Spinach and tomato omelet and toast with a cup of coffee would be great. I'll eat when I get back," I say, walking hesitantly into the elevator, Taylor right behind me.
"Very well, Mr. Grey."
I feel a little better after my three mile jog with Taylor, but not much. I have this weight pulling me down making me feel like I have to drag myself everywhere, and I hate it.
I sit at the breakfast bar after I come back from a shower and chow down. I'm halfway finished when my phone starts ringing.
I look down at the caller ID, and a sense of apprehension washes over me. Taking a very deep breath I pick up.
"Natalie," I answer, trying to hold back as much contempt as I can. All of this is her fault.
"Christian, hi." Her voice is timid, like she is unsure of me.
"What do you want?"
"I-I have a picture of the ultrasound, if you want to see it. My doctor said I'm about five weeks along."
I try to swallow past the frustration and anger building in my throat. "You went to your doctor last night?" I ask in a steady tone. How would she have been able to see her doctor so late last night?
"No, I went two days ago. I was going to tell you yesterday, but you hung up on me." I can hear the hurt and disapproval in her voice. I roll my eyes. For the little bit of time that I've known her she's always been over-exaggerative. Every second I'm regretting more and more having ever slept with her. She's more of a troublemaker than she was a stress reliever.
"Okay." I don't really know what else to say.
"I'm keeping it, Christian," she whispers through the phone.
I close my eyes and run my hand through my hair, tugging at the roots. If it's mine I don't want her to keep it. I don't want her or that baby. I'm not ready to be a father and I'm not sure I ever will, but if I do I sure as hell wouldn't want her to be the mother of my kids. I only put up with her to get laid after dealing with a stressful day at work. I don't want to have a connection to her for the rest of my life. And in all honesty I'm not even one hundred percent sure if she hasn't been sleeping around with other guys. I made it clear that we weren't exclusive, so that means she could've been sleeping around with other guys besides me. I really need to find out a way to determine whether I'm the father or not before the baby's born. I don't want to spend nine months of my life with the possibility hanging over my head.
I sigh loudly before I speak to her. "Listen, Natalie, I'm not sure what you're expecting me to say. I'm not sure if that baby is even mine, or if you really are pregnant. I told you from the beginning that I wasn't looking for a relationship, just some fun."
"Well let me come over. I can show you the doctors release form and the ultrasound. You may not believe me but I haven't been sleeping around, I've only been with you for the past two months, Christian."
"Whether you have or haven't been sleeping around the simple truth is I don't want a baby, and even if I did I wouldn't want it with you. I'll be talking to my lawyer's soon about my options and how I can find out the paternity of the baby before you give birth."
I hear her gasp. "Christian you can't be serious! I know this wasn't planned but we can make it work. This is your baby how can you just abandon it? How could you abandon me? I know deep down you feel something for me. I can feel the attraction when we're together."
What the fuck? This girl has got to be fucking kidding me. Never have I been attracted to her, at least not how I'm attracted to Anastasia, and she's claiming she knows I feel something for her? I don't know if it's her pregnancy talking or what but she's fucking delusional. I'm not going to sit her and talk to her anymore about this. I look at my Omega wrapped around my wrist. It's going on eight and my mother wants me over in Bellevue at eleven. "I have other things to do today, Natalie. Either my lawyers or I will contact you. Until then I would appreciate it if you stopped calling me."
"Christi-" I hang up before she can say anymore. I'm done thinking about all of this bullshit today. I just want one day where I can relax and not have consequences of my mistakes coming back to bite me in the ass.
I can't believe I'm in this mess. All because of one chick. I blow air out of my mouth harshly and get up, leaving my plate for Mrs. Jones to clean up, and walk languidly to my office. Before I go to my mother's I plan to do a little work, and hopefully the appeal drowning myself in alcohol doesn't get to strong.
Taylor pulls into my parent's driveway at a quarter till eleven. He opens the door for me and I step out, grabbing the bouquet of pink and white carnations, my mother's favorite flowers
"I don't know how long I'll be here. I'll text you when I'm ready," I tell Taylor as I walk away from the Audi.
"Okay, sir."
I don't even make it to the front door before it bursts opens and Mia comes dashing out, throwing herself into my arms.
"I'm so glad you're here! Elliot and his new flavor of the week are here sucking each other's faces off every time they think no one's looking," she pauses to make look of complete disgust making me laugh. "I feel sorry for her friend, she's just standing around not sure what to do. But lucky for her, I was there to keep her company." She beams at me, finally letting me go.
"Good to see you, too, Peewee." She punches me in the arm and I laugh again. She's always hated the nickname but I love calling her it just to make her mad.
"Come on," she says grabbing my hand and dragging me into the house, "Mom has been waiting for you," Mia says, rolling her eyes.
"Who else is here?" I ask, as we walk through the cream colored foyer to the crowded living room.
Mia stops at the threshold of the family room just as my mother leaps up from the seat she was sitting in next to a blonde girl.
"This is everyone right now," Mia says backing away as my mother pulls me into an embrace.
"I'm so happy you're here, my darling boy. We have all been waiting for you," Grace says, pulling back to look at me. "You look tired, are you getting enough sleep, Christian?"
I pull my face out of my mother's grasp. "Yes, Mom. I'm fine, just as I was last night." I roll my eyes at her.
"Oh, don't roll your eyes at me young man. I can be concerned about my child. Now come on, meet your brother's girlfriend and her friend."
I follow my mom into the family room and see a girl with honey brown hair sitting next to my father across from Elliot and his new 'girlfriend.' Which as I get closer to them I notice is none other than Katherine Kavanagh.
I slump my shoulders forward. Can't I just get one break? There are too many crazy women in my life right now. I'd rather not have to come to my parent's house and see a woman who hates my guts for reasons unknown.
My father stands up and pats me on my back handing me a drink. "Nice to see you, son," he leans in closer, "your mother has been driving me nuts with all this talk of being all alone now that Mia is leaving for Paris soon."
"I heard that, Cary!" I chuckle as my father rolls his eyes and shakes his head at my mother. He sits back down in his seat acting defeated as my mom walks over to whisper something in his ear.
"Bro, nice to see you with some clothes on." He wriggles his eyebrows at me and smirks. "This is Kate, but I think you already knew that." He pulls Kate into his side, putting his arm around her shoulder.
"Yes, I remember. I just saw her yesterday. Pleasure seeing you again, Kate." I try to be at least civil to her, but the look of indifference on her face makes it a little difficult.
"Wish I could say the same." She purses her lips and narrows her eyes a t me. Elliot stands there with a smirk on his face. I think he knows why she doesn't like me. I'll have to remember to ask him.
"And the little lady sitting by dad is Anastasia," Elliot says.
I whip my head to her so fast I'm surprised it doesn't spin around. A weak smile pulls at my lips and then I remember my dream before it all went downhill. My smile broadens and I can't help but let my eyes roam her body as she politely stands up to shake my hand. She's wearing a white T-shirt and black leggings that make her body look fantastic. The black high heeled sandals tied around her feet make her legs way longer than what they really are. I feel myself grow harder each second I let my eyes fuck her body.
"Christian," she says, gently shaking my hand. I'm surprised she's even talking to me. After the disdain I saw from her yesterday at the charity event I'm shocked she's being polite to me.
I grab her hand and firmly shake it. I can't help but look into her alluring eyes. She's so beautiful with her long hair falling over her breasts and her lips a pretty shade of pink. "Anastasia, it's a pleasure seeing you again." I give her a blinding grin that works wonders on most women. She smiles weakly at me and sits back down. I stand there looking at her like a lost puppy but she doesn't look at me, she keeps her eyes down on her clasp hands.
I turn away from her and go sit by Mia on the couch facing the brick fireplace. I must be losing my edge. My grin didn't work on her. It fucking works on every girl, well except of Kavanagh, but that doesn't bother me. I run my hands through my hair. What the fuck is going on with me? I can't be losing my shit. Maybe I just need to get laid? NO! Right. Fucking is what got me into the predicament I'm in now.
I look up at the fire place and stare at the family portrait hanging above snow globes lining the ledge of the fireplace. It's of my family when I was about twelve years old. My mother has a family portrait taken every year, but this one was her favorite which is why it has special place on the wall. I don't really remember that year, but clearly it held some sort of significance, otherwise my mother wouldn't adore it so much.
I glance at my watch, checking the time. Its half past eleven and more people are supposed to be showing up soon. Hopefully I'm not surprised by any more familiar faces.
I glance at Anastasia again and catch her staring at me before she hastily looks away. Was she staring at me? Maybe my charms aren't as ineffective on her as I thought. Or maybe there's something on my face? I rub my hand across my mouth and pinch my nose. Nope. Nothing there.
A slow satisfied smile creeps across my lips. Maybe all hope isn't lost. I want Anastasia, how I want her I'm not exactly sure. But maybe I can get her to go on a date with me. Or at least have a conversation with me. I should probably sincerely apologize for staring at her chest, although I don't know how sincere it will be since I'm not sorry for doing it.
I run my index over my bottom lip thinking of an effective way to get the enticing beauty that is Anastasia to talk to me. I need a distraction from my life, and right now she's the best distraction I can think of. Even just having a conversation at this point will be good enough for me.
I make a vow to myself before this day is over to get Anastasia to agree to at least have coffee with me. As I look at her I try to pinpoint something on her that draws me in so strongly.
Her cobalt irises suddenly shoot to my face and I feel paralyzed. Her lips part and I watch as her tongue strokes her bottom lip before she plunges her teeth into it. I have to subtly arrange myself in my pants as my growing erection begs to be let free.
She turns away from me and looks down at her hands in her lap. Yes, before today ends I will have a date with this beautiful creature, and I will not take no for an answer.
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