Christian's sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead as he frustratedly slammed another manilla envelope down on the desk. A groan of annoyance fell from his lips, he threw open another drawer beginning to rummage through the pile of paperwork that littered throughout all held together in coloured dividers. His eyebrows knotted together as his fingers fell upon a familiar name, he grasped the divider and pulled it free; placing it on the table before he looked over at the gentleman sat in the leather chair opposite his desk.

'' She's not broken her contract towards you, Mr. Grey.' He furrowed his brow, resting the thick bundle of papers on the desk before him before lacing his fingers together. Christian let out a sigh of discontent, rubbing his temple 'Harrison, If I may be so bold. She slept with my son and said /my/ name in the process. Surely, that stands for something?' Christian scowled at the thought, Harrison took of his glasses and placed them into his case. ' Mr. Grey, I understand your concern. Theodore is his own man, He is over the age of consent in the United States of America. I am not legally obligated to investigate the sexual relation your son and your ex-' Harrison paused for a second, raising an eyebrow at Christian ' Lover?' Christian answered with a half smirk, his lawyer's politeness towards Christian's out-of-work activities always amused him. 'Yes, Ex-Lover. Yes, It is discouraging that she mentioned you during that sexual conquest. Theodore and Leila are both consenting adults. Mr. Grey, If you have any other concerns, please feel free to contact me but for now, try to get some sleep.'

Leila stretched herself across the silk sheets on her bed, making a moan of pleasure as her eyes adjusted to the light which spilled through the crack in the curtains; her eyes fell upon the framed picture beside her bed. His face was flawless, cheekbones chiseled and his eyes were enough to make any woman weak at the knee.

''Good morning, Christian'' She smiled, leaning into press her lips to the cool glass of the photo frame; her fingers caressed the silver decorative framework surrounding Christian's black and white portrait. ''I slept well, did you?'' She smiled, hooking her arm beneath the pillow before sighing contently.

After a few moments, She stepped onto the cold hard floor beside her bed, shoving her feet into a pair of white fluffy slippers before she swayed herself into the small kitchenette, preparing a quick breakfast for two; pancakes with fresh fruit. She shuddered as the familiar embrace of a distant memory enveloped her, the smell of his aftershave still burnt heavily in her nostrils; she turned to the worktop to look at another photograph of Christian, he was sat in a small restaurant with her. The face of the other had been scratched out with a sharp knife before she framed it; he was smiling and his eyes sparkled, the way Leila had always remembered. Leila placed the food onto two white plates and grabbed two glasses from the cupboard above her head, filling them with fresh orange juice from the refrigerator. She took her time to quickly grab the medicine bottle from behind the fruit bowl, skillfully hidden from Christian's view; she shook two pills from the bottle into her palm before lifting her hand to place them into her mouth before washing them down. She turned to Christian, the image of perfection before glancing down at his still full plate '' Are you not hungry again? You haven't eaten much lately.'' She furrowed her brow in confusion before taking a mouthful of her pancake '' What shall we do today?'' She spoke, almost skipping towards the window; throwing open the curtains to view the city below her.

There was no reply.

'' Christian?''

The room was empty, just as it always was.

Teddy woke up, his heart was hammering against his toned chest and he was panting for breath. He could still feel her scarlet coloured lips burning against his flesh, a feeling that knocked him sick whenever it crossed his mind. He couldn't get the thought of Leila out of his mind, she was damn near driving him towards insanity. He threw his feet over the side of his hotel room bed allowing his toes to submerge into the plush carpeting beneath. Teddy let out a groan of frustration before pulling himself to his feet and storming into the bathroom, he turned the cold faucet on full before splashing his face with water in a desperate hope of erasing any lasting memory of Leila that may still be lingering.

'Take me, Christian…'

He could still hear the words eating away in the back of his mind, the image of her naked across his bed whilst whimpering his own father's name as she pleasured herself was a sickening thought. Teddy longed to regret the night they'd shared together, Hell; He'd near enough ran out the room naked the second she said it. Leila still had a hold on the young male, He was somewhat captivated on the mystery, How much did she really know about his beloved father?

Teddy leaned against the unit, his eyes falling shut as he wondered to himself. Did he really know his own father at all? The man who raised him, nothing made sense anymore. Maybe it never would. As he left the room, he stripped himself of the baggy, grey sweatpants that covered his lower half before throwing on a pair of ripped black jeans and a off-white shirt; He pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket heading out onto the balcony to see the sun rising just over the skyline of the city he was slowly beginning to call home. His eyes scanned the area, he took in every detail of the buildings around him. He leaned on the balcony railing, humming to himself peacefully before he placed a cigarette between his pink lips; reaching into his pocket to grab a lighter is when he saw his living nightmare.

Leila had found him.