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Fifty Shades to Forgive- Chapter 2

The ride down to the parking lot is unbearable. I know for a fact that as soon as the elevator doors had closed Christian was yelling at everyone to bring me back, despite what I want of course! I just need some time to myself, he needs to let me be angry for once and not to distract me by sex. To see the sadness in his eyes from the elevator was tear- jerking but... I can't feel guilty, if I feel guilty I will cave and let him away with what he has done and this time I can't let him win.

I watch as the elevator doors open... No-one is there which means I have about 3 minutes until the security team come barrelling down to stop me. I almost run to my car, I choose the white R8 Christian gave me for my birthday, such good memories and yet so much has changed. My husband left me to be with another woman last night. That thought is like a knife digging and twisting in my stomach. I feel nauseous. What type of man seeks solace from his pregnant wife with a molester? I will never be able to understand the "relationship" that Christian holds with her. After his birthday I hoped he had cut all ties with her but obviously I have been the fool in this whole marriage. What if he has been seeing her this whole time? She's probably laughing at me right now. Tears slip from eyes, why did I marry him so quickly, and now... I'm pregnant with his baby, she would be right to laugh at me I am such an utter idiot. When I entered this marriage I chose to believe in him and yet last night that was thrown back in my face. Even if he saw her for the first time since his birthday last night, he still knew that I would be hurt and yet he did it anyway. He has such a double standard.

I snap myself back to reality and haul myself into the car throwing the gym bag into the back seat. I turn on the ignition and screech towards the gate. When I glance back I can see Sawyer and Taylor bursting through an emergency exit door and running towards the Audi. I start to panic, the gate rises and I shoot forward flooring the gas. I glance in the mirror and the Audi is nowhere to be seen, even so I keep my foot down. I don't trust that Taylor wouldn't find me. I need to think of a plan that will throw them. I see a parking lot up towards the right of this street and quickly pull into it. I find the easiest possible space and glide into it... I'm still a bit shaky when it comes to parking. I hurriedly pull my phone out and call work.

"Hello, Anastasia Grey's office , Hannah speaking" Hannah picks up on the 3rd ring.

"Hannah, hi it's Ana, I'm just calling to let you know I probably won't be in until lunchtime, ok?" I speak quickly.

"Ana, Hi! Ok don't worry I'll let Elizabeth and Roach know... Everything ok?" she asks with concern, she is such a nice girl, I must give her a raise.

"Everything is fine, I'm just not feeling that great, Um... Do I have any messages?" I ask hesitantly

"Yes quite a few Ana, They're all from your husband... You sure everything is ok?-" she's cut off from which sounds like a lot of fuss in the background. Oh shit! Shit shit shit shit! Christian has probably arrived looking for me. I hear Hannah talking in the background:

"I'm sorry but Mrs Grey isn't in the office at the moment, can I help you with anything". She sounds very professional and clipped, she obviously figures something is up.

"Hannah please I'm not stupid I would like to speak with my wife immediately" I hear his soft but almost frightening voice. I feel sorry for Hannah right at this moment.

"Like I said, Mr. Grey, Mrs Grey has not come into the office yet this morning, I would suggest you try her on her cell phone" she replies with sheer politeness.

"I've been trying her on her fucking cell but she's not answering my fucking calls!" he snarls at her.

She's back on the line "Hi, I'm very sorry but would it be possible if I could ring you back, we seem to be having a slight issue here at the office" Hannah discreetly explains down the phone.

"I'm so sorry Hannah, I'll let you go and I'll see you at lunchtime! Bye" I reply. Before I hang up I hear him.

"Is that her? Give me the phone"... "Ana?, Ana where are you I nee"- I hung up. Fuck him! The memories of what he said before he left last night come swooping back into my mind. Thinking that I would get pregnant on purpose! Asshole!

I run out of the parking lot and run towards the nearest Cash machine. I take out my Amex card and withdraw $2000. It's not like he can't afford it I argue with myself. I head for the Fairmount Olympic hotel where Christian and I once stayed. The walk gives me time to soak in all that has happened, after about 6 blocks I start to realise that I'm on my own now. I can't even confide in Kate, he has already contacted her. With that I pull out my Blackberry and check her voicemail. I don't want to speak to Christian let alone hear his voice telling me that I'm being a child and that we need to talk, well right now I don't feel like talking, kind of how he felt last night! But oh wait! He did feel like talking... but not with me! With that bitch Mrs. Robinson. Kate's urgent voice interrupts my ranting.

"Ana? Where the hell are you? Christian has been calling me all morning wondering if you called me! What has the creepy bastard done to you? Has he hit you? Call me Ana, I'm getting really worried about you!" The phone goes silent. I can't face calling her right now. I continue walking and come to the conclusion that I seriously need time to calm down, my fury is bubbling under my skin and it's hardly healthy for little blip for me to be this stressed.

I enter the main lobby of the Fairmount Olympic Hotel and head to the reception desk. I'm greeted by an over friendly woman with long lavish brown hair held back in a tight bun. She has light blue eyes which are covered with a harsh amount of black eye-liner.

"Hello, my name is Natalie, how can I help you?" she asks with pure politeness.

"Hi Natalie, I wish to book two rooms for a week please, I will be paying for one with my card and the other in cash, if they were next door to each other that would be great" I reply with equal politeness.

" That's perfect and your name pleases Ma'am" she seems a bit irritated.

"For the room that is being charged on my card, its Anastasia Grey, for the room in cash its Carla Adams" I reply. She looks confused, I think it's finally clicked with Natalie who my husband is.

"Of course Mrs Grey, will your husband be joining you? He tends to request our top suite" she asks her mood lighting up half a step.

"No Natalie my husband will not be joining me and I wish to request that he not know what rooms I am staying in, and I would just like 2 standard rooms thank you". I reply curtly.

"Ok Mrs Grey, just give me two seconds, Room 202 has been charged on your card and room 201 for Carla will be paid for in cash. That will be $1554" I hand her the cash, and suddenly remember that he can track my cell... Fuck! Natalie hands me the room keys and calls over the bellboy.

"Natalie, you don't by any chance have lockers for rooms do you?" she eyes me curiously

"Yes Mrs Grey, your room key will open your safety deposit box, they are just to your left" she smiles

"Thank you Natalie, oh would you please let me know if my husband is here, but please don't tell him where I am staying, I'll be in room 201" I ask a little too desperately. She eyes me with a shocked expression, after what seems like hours she smile and nods.

"Thank you" I reply with flooded relief

"Enjoy your stay Mrs Grey" she smiles and nods.

I'm pretty sure that poor Natalie will not be able to keep the Anastasia Grey room to herself once my husband dazzles her and uses his charm. I head over to the lockers and check my blackberry, there are 2 text messages from Christian.

*Ana please call me back, we need to talk!*

*Please Ana*

I place the phone into the 202 locker and head to my room. I'm quite proud of myself that I thought of my plan. He may track me here but my room will be empty. Am I being too harsh? I chide myself. I know I will have to talk to him eventually, I just don't want to right now. I need time to think things through. When I enter the room I sink to the floor and the overwhelming emotion returns and I start to heave. I run to the bathroom and succumb to my morning sickness, I'm going to have to get used to it I suppose. I run myself a bath and gently sink into the hot delicious water. I rest my hand on my stomach and before I know it I'm asleep dreaming of grey eyes and the platinum blond hair of Mrs. Robinson.