A/N: Suprise! Surprise! This came out way earlier than expected. I won't keep you long and just say my piece at the end of this chapter. As always, I don't own Fifty Shades of Grey, and all mistakes in here are mine.
Fifty Shades: The Break Up
Chapter 4
I'm sitting inside the Audi SUV with Taylor driving on the wheel. I'm sitting inside the Audi SUV with Taylor driving on the wheel! Panic courses through me. My inner goddess is doing cartwheels like a circus performer, my subconscious is nowhere to be seen, and my superwoman inside is patiently waiting for the situation to unfold.
"What happened, Taylor?" I ask again, not really sure if I want to know. He hadn't exactly answered my question earlier and had just asked me to follow him to come back with him to Escala. I twiddle my thumbs, my nerves getting to me. Am I ready to go back there? Then I remember Kate. Kate! I need to be back at the apartment when she comes.
Taylor eyes me through the rearview mirror as if gauging my mood. "He's just not doing very well on his own, Ms. Steele." He eyes me again, suggestively this time, then turns to focus back on the road. I am lost with his words. What does he mean?
"Is he alright?" I am almost too eager to find out. Did something happen to him? Is that the reason why he hasn't been calling? Or e-mailing? Or showing up at my doorstep? I wanted to ask Taylor, but I stop myself.
Before I am able to get an answer out of him, we've reached Escala, and he has parked the car. My heart is starting to race at erratic beats. Calm yourself, Ana. My superwoman inside chides gently. I take a deep breath before I step out of the car.
The walk to the elevator and the ride to the pent house have got to be the longest three minutes of my entire life. My heart is beating so fast, I think I'm going to have a heart attack. I feel fuzzy, and my knees feel weak that I have to lean against the elevator wall for support. The elevator door opens and Taylor ushers me to step out. I think I'm going to pass out. Shit! I need to get out of here! I need Kate!
I told you this was a bad idea! My subconscious is back tsk-tsking. I huff. You decide to show up now?My superwoman inside is glaring at her. I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear Taylor speak.
"Gail is in her quarters if you need her. Mr. Grey is in his bedroom." He begins. "I trust that you know the way?" He asks, and I find myself nodding. Shit! Am I about to walk into Christian Grey's bedroom? Oh, dear God.What have I gotten myself into?
"Is – is he awake?" I manage to ask Taylor, which he answers with a nod. I take a deep breath and start walking towards his bedroom. I pass by the piano room, the door, and I immediately ignore all the ill feelings I have towards it. I cross the living room, and finally reach the door to his bedroom.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can't believe I'm this nervous about seeing him. My heart beats faster than it is allowed to. I'm afraid I'll faint if this continues. It's now or never, Ana.My superwoman inside advises. She's right, it's now or never. I bring my hand up to knock on his door, but no answer comes. But Taylor said he's awake. My superwoman inside is rolling her eyes. Taking another deep breath, I muster up all the courage I have to open the door.
His room is still like how I remember it to be. Clean white walls, intoxicating Christian smell… It's only been 10 days, Ana. My subconscious explains matter of factly. Why does it feel like it's been forever? I push the thought in the back of my head. I step inside, uninvited. The bed is unmade, but I don't see him anywhere. I walk across the room, towards the windows overlooking the city, and there is still no sign of him. I don't have the courage to call his name. I am by his closet, about ten long strides from the door of his bedroom when he finally shows himself.
He looks divine as usual. He is wearing a white, cotton V-neck T-shirt, and his gray pajamas that hangin that Christian Grey way. He's barefoot, and he's walking towards me. My heart races, it's beating dangerously fast. I feel nauseous, like I'm going to just black out. I can't think straight, my breath is caught in my throat, and the intensity of his grey eyes is enough to unmake me. My subconscious is nowhere to be seen, and my inner goddess is belting out love songs.
Get a hold of yourself, Ana! My superwoman inside saves me from my own self. Thank God she hasn't bailed out on me. Christian inches closer, and I feel like I have nowhere to go. "I've missed you." He touches my face with the back of his hand, and it feels so warm. For an instant, I let myself feel his presence again, and I close my eyes. My heart is pounding, wanting to beat right out of my chest. I've missed his touch, his smell, his voice, his body. I've missed him. Snap out of it! That's not what you're here for! My superwoman inside chides - almost irritated.
I manage to take a step back, my chest tightening instantly. I am almost disappointed that he makes no attempt to touch me again. "Taylor told me you weren't doing so well. I just came here to check on you." I tell him, refusing to meet his eyes. I can't believe I'm able to speak without stuttering. "You look okay." I give him a once over. "Are you okay?" I ask just to make sure. It takes me everything I have to keep my voice steady. I need to formulate an escape plan. I don't know how much longer before my own body betrays me.
His eyes look deeper than I remember them to be, and he looks like he forgot to shave the last few days. "I'd be lying if I told you I am." I hear him answer, and my heart constricts at the tone of his voice. It sounds sad, and hoarse, like he's been coughing a lot.
"Are you sick?" Before I manage to stop myself, I've already raised my hand up to feel up his forehead. I swear it's an instant gesture whenever I think someone is sick. "Jesus! Christian, you're burning!"
Breathe, Ana. You can do this. He's sick. He won't be able to do much. YOU CAN DO THIS.My superwoman inside cheers on. Yes, I can do this. I can definitely boss Christian around especially if he's sick.
I've missed her so much. A couple of inappropriate thoughts are running through my mind right now. She actually came! What I can do to her in that skirt, and how I'd love to take that blouse off of her. I calm myself and decide to put such thoughts aside. I can't stop myself from wanting to break into a grin. She actually came here to check on me! "What are you still doing standing there? Go back to bed." She suddenly looks irritated, and actually gives me a glare. "Well? Are you walking on your own, or do you need me to call Taylor to bring you to bed?" She raises an eyebrow at me suggestively. If I know her body well - and I do - she's having a hard time containing herself. But I could be wrong too.
I roll my eyes at her. For someone with such a small body, she can be quite the bossy little madam. I can walk back towards my bed on my own! My ego wants to shout at her. I dismiss the thought immediately. I get settled in, and she is standing by my side, arms crossed. She doesn't look very happy. I haven't even done anything!
I let out a disgustingly loaded with phlegm cough. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I want to chastise myself for letting this cough get this worse. I was just about to make, probably the most important merger and acquisition in my entire life and my own body isn't even cooperating with me. Just fucking great! She frowns, and her hands fall to her sides. She must've found it disgusting. I notice she had lost some weight, and the thought sickens me. "Haven't you been eating properly?" I can't help but cough out again. I hate being sick! She frowns at me. "You need to eat, Anastasia." I admonish, but she seems to ignore it.
"Have you taken your meds?" She ignores my question and asks one of her own, and it surprises me. I refuse to meet her eyes, guiltily shaking my head no. I feel like a child. She huffs and rolls her eyes again. How many times has she been doing that? Is she doing it on purpose? Is she trying to goad me? "Are you purposely trying to get sick?" She scolds, and I almost want to tell her yes. I wanted to scowl at her, but I stop myself.
"No." I growl avoiding her gaze. "Do I strike you as someone who would purposely try to get sick, Ms. Steele?" Because I will, if it meant that I'd have you here. I look at her this time, and offer her a small smile. I thought for a moment that I saw her squirm. This headache is really not helping my case. What a great seduction plan I've got. She shakes her head no.
"I'm sure you won't be able to do that even if you wanted to." I think I almost see a hint of a smile on her face, but it could still be the headache playing tricks on me. "Where do you keep the meds? Do you have any alcohol?" She asks.
"I think Gail keeps them in one of the cabinets in the pantry. I'm not sure." I push myself up the bed, ready to get it for her – or just ask Gail for it, but I am told otherwise.
"Stay." She says and heads towards the door. Before she closes it behind her, she catches me trying to get up once more. She glares at me deliberately. "Don't even think about it, Grey." She warns, and I lie back defeated. I can see her rolling her eyes at me, but I no longer feel the need to punish her.
Once she's out, panic courses through my entire body. Is she leaving me again?
Shit! Shit! Shit! I stomp towards the living room. I am in Christian Grey's penthouse, and he's sick! Breathe, Ana. My superwoman inside soothes. I can't believe I let Taylor talk me into this, considering he hasn't said much. Who are you kidding, you wanted to see him. My inner goddess raises her eyebrows at me. She's right. I did want to see him. I hadn't heard anything from him in three days and it felt like hell, and truth be told, I was getting worried something worse than a bad case of flu had happened to him.
Focus, Ana. My superwoman inside reminds me. Thank God she hasn't decided to abandon me like my subconscious has. It is comforting to know that there is still a part of me, albeit very little, that is not completely powerless in the presence of Christian Grey. I seem to be holding my place just fine, save the few times he made me squirm, but I think I recovered fast enough before he could even notice. Please do not let my own body betray me is my silent prayer. I've managed to roll my eyes and raise an eyebrow at him several times - all because what he's doing is eye roll or raised eyebrow worthy. I don't want to think about the kind of punishments he wants to do just because of the way I behaved. The thought makes me cringe.
I remember Taylor telling me that Mrs. Jones is just in her room, but I don't want to disturb her. I head to the kitchen and open the cabinets one by one. I finally see the one which holds a stock of medicine and first aid kit supplies, only to find it's in the top shelf. Great. Today is really a bad time to be wearing a skirt! Thank God nobody is here and that I'm wearing flats. I find the nearest bar stool and manage to get the alcohol and some Advil without hurting myself.
Kate is going to flip out when she finds out about this. I glance at the clock by the island counter. It's already a quarter past six. Kate says she'll be back by 7PM. I won't make it back in time at this rate.
That's it! She's been out there for over five minutes already - yes, I've been counting. How hard is it to find alcohol and medicine in my pantry? She must've left.My mind rears its ugly head. My mind is going on haywire just thinking if she really did leave. I kick off the sheets, and make my way out of the bedroom and to the living room. She's still nowhere to be seen. I don't know what I'd do if I don't find her in my kitchen.
My heartbeat quickens in anticipation of what I will or will not find in my kitchen. There she is, pouring water into a glass. She realizes my presence and rolls her eyes at me. "I thought you've left." I mutter in a low voice, but she must've heard because she shakes her head.
She walks towards me and hands me what I reckon to be some aspirin. "Here, drink this, and then go back to bed." She isn't even asking. She's ordering me. I didn't know she can be so…bossy.
She makes her way back to the other side of the island counter. She is trying her hardest to conceal her nervousness, but her body always gives her away. I can't help but smile to myself. "Do you find this whole situation amusing, Mr. Grey?" Did she just call me…oh, of course she did.I can't help but break into a real smile. I can't remember the last time I felt like this. Surely it wasn't too long ago, but it feels otherwise. I feel the familiar strain in my groin. Good thing I'm wearing such loose pajamas.
"Of course not, Ms. Steele." I reply, but she knows better. The big smile plastered on my face is enough to give me away. My headache is subsiding a little. I catch her glancing at the clock by the counter. It's almost 6:30. Does she not want to be here anymore? The thought sours my mood instantly.
She must've noticed it because she immediately asks me, "Have you eaten anything?" I turn my head down, and shake my head no. I hear her huff. So now she gets mad at me for not eating? How obtuse can she be?
"Go back to bed. I'll make you something, and then you can eat." She tells me and I know better than to tell her otherwise. She, after all, has everything I need, and more.
This is not what I was expecting! What were you expecting? My superwoman inside raises an eyebrow at me. I sigh. I don't exactly know what to expect when it comes to Christian. Was I expecting a fight? Sure, I thought that was more likely to happen than this. What exactly am I doing? I push the thought aside.
"What do you feed someone who has cough and fever?" I mutter to myself, I should've asked what sir liked. God knows what he can do if he doesn't get what he wants.
"Mr. Grey likes chicken soup." Gail says and she startles me a bit. I hadn't realized she's joined me in the kitchen.
"Chicken soup for sir, it is then." I say rather enthusiastically that she must've gotten the wrong impression.
"It's nice to see you back here, Ms. Steele." She offers me the most genuine smile and I can't help but to return it.
"Oh...it's – it's not like that. I just dropped by to check on him, and please call me Ana." I sigh in defeat. I feel a burning feeling creep up my cheeks.
"You're good for him, Ana. Just...don't tell him I told you that." She says with a smile as she takes out what I make out to be ingredients for the soup. The thought is heartwarming, but sadly, it's not true. I check the time and it's already 6:30. This is it, if I leave now, I can be back at the apartment before 7. What will it be, Ana? My superwoman inside asks.
"Go talk to him, I'll handle the cooking." She urges, and then asks, "What would you like to eat?" It almost breaks my heart when I tell her that I'm not staying for dinner. I see the disappointment in her face, but she immediately hides it with a curt smile. I make my way back to Christian's room, and this time, I knock.
"Hey. Are you feeling okay?" He immediately sits up from his bed, his face making a frown. I offer him a small smile, if only to make us both feel a little better, more relaxed, and he smiles back.
"Hey yourself." Sick fifty is also playful fifty! It amuses me, but I have to tell him I have to leave soon. I soak the face towel into the ice bath with alcohol that I brought with me. He looks at me with curiosity. I take a seat beside him and I can feel the electricity that's always been there between us. I try my best to ignore it.
"My mom used to do this for me whenever I got feverish." I tell him as I wiped his forehead with the towel, then his face, down to his neck. He seems to be enjoying it already. I stop. I don't like the way I feel when I touch him. Liar! My inner goddess shouts. Who am I kidding? I love touching him, and it is because of that that I need stop what I'm doing.
"I have to go." I tell him, dropping it like a bomb. I'm sure neither of us expected this night to turn out the way it did.
"Oh." His face falls, and he doesn't even attempt to mask his disappointment. I feel the urge to explain myself. I don't want him thinking other things.
"Kate's coming back tonight, and I promised I'd be at the apartment when she gets back." I tell him, and for a second, I think relief courses through him. He hangs his head on one side, as if thinking.
"Will your neighbor be there too?" His question surprises me, catches me off guard. My neighbor? Is he talking about Jeremy? Of course he is. How did he get into this conversation?
I raise my brow at him feeling a little irritated. "He lives in the same complex, Christian. But no, if you must know, he won't be there. He's working late." I tell him and he frowns. "Anyway, I really have to go."
"I'll have Taylor drive you. I don't want you taking a cab. It's already starting to get dark outside." I roll my eyes at him. Of course he would insist on Taylor driving me back. Sick in bed, and still very controlling - here I thought I was already put in charge. Some things just never change.
"Fine."I say rather defiantly. I wonder what he makes of my tone. Does he want to beat the shit out of me with a belt again? Thinking about it horrifies me.
He pushes himself out of his bed, and eyes me warily, as if telling me not to tell him otherwise. "We still haven't accomplished much, have we?" He says, rather truthfully, and I get exactly what he means by it.
"No, we haven't." I shake my head. "But tonight turned out better than I expected, don't you think?" I tell him, and I think he shares the same sentiments because he nods.
"When can I see you again?" He asks, almost pleading, and just then, the elevator door opens, Taylor waiting for me inside.
"Once you're better." I tell him, if only to make sure that he takes care of himself this time. A certain glint in his eye is back, I think it is of hope.
"You should do what I was doing earlier with your face to your whole body." I tell him, then realizing how wrong and how inappropriate it sounds. "I mean with the alcohol and the towel, it helps with the fever." I feel a burning feeling creep up my neck. I just want to disappear right now. Not a very good time to have poor mouth to brain coordination! Why do you always fail me!
He gives me a very amused smile, that boyish grin I dearly love about him. It almost makes me melt...almost. I don't know how to say goodbye to him. Do we hug? Kiss? Shake hands? He answers my inner turmoil as he plants a kiss on my cheek.
I step in the elevator and he eyes Taylor. "Take care of her, Taylor." He says and looks at me. "I'll see you soon, Anastasia." He says, just before the elevator doors close.
This whole thing could've gone very differently, if you took control. My ego shares an unwelcome thought. He's right. If it had been up to me, I would have seduced my way back into Ana's heart. That was the original plan, but my body has failed me. And the truth is that it was never up to me. It was up to Ana, and after I touched her, she took a step back. It slightly hurt that she did, but I understand. It's not the way she needs me to be, and I'd been anything or anyone she needed me to be – she just needs to say it, and I'm there. I walk back to the kitchen shaking my head to see Gail preparing what I gather to be chicken soup.
"Shall I bring you dinner in your room, Mr. Grey?" She asks and I find myself nod. So much for looking forward to Ana feeding me. If I want to see Anastasia as soon as possible, I better kick this flu to the curb. I need to call Taylor and ask him to get Ana something to eat. The thought that I have something to do with the fact that she refuses to eat saddens me.
"We are almost at the destination, sir. Very well, sir." Taylor is on the phone and I'm quite sure it's Christian on the other end. I don't know whether I should be mad at Taylor. It seemed that he did trick me still into coming to Escala. Puh-lease! My inner goddess is scowling at me. Still, there is that nagging feeling in me. "Taylor? Can I ask you something?" He looks at me through the rearview mirror and nods.
"Did Christian send you to get me so he can play sick puppy?" I ask deliberately. I'm sure he's not faking the fever, but it's hard to be mad at him when he's sick. It's hard to be mad at him. Period. Taylor seems taken aback by my question.
"I acted on my own discretion. I'll tell Mr. Grey that it's my fault. I'm sorry if I got you into any trouble." He says, but kept his eyes on the road. Before I knew it, we've arrived at the apartment.
"No, no. Everything's fine." I tell him. "Thanks for driving me. You really didn't have to." Traffic was surprisingly light on our way back. As I step out of the car, another SUV pulls into the driveway.
"Ana!" Kate is rushing towards me in all excitement. "Taylor?" She says, and then darts her eyes back at me accusingly.
"Ms. Kavanaugh, Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey. I should go." He says and I thank him again. Elliot unloads Kate's suitcases from his car and joins us inside when he's done.
"Hey, Ana." He greets, and envelops me in a hug I wasn't expecting. Kate is grinning at me. "How's my brother doing?" He asks, and his question throws me off. I guess Kate didn't tell him, and apparently neither did Christian. I struggle for an answer, and finally come up with the truth.
"Not so well, but it's nothing serious. He caught a bug somewhere and has fever and a very bad case of cough right now." I tell him, and I can already see Kate giving me the you-have-got-a-lot-of-explaining-to-dolook.
"What a wimp!" Elliot laughs, and I know he only means it as a joke. "Maybe I'll drop by Escala before heading home. I'll leave you two to catch up." He says as he kisses Kate on the head. "This one's pretty excited to see you." He grins then plants a kiss on Kate's lips this time. "Talk to you later, babe. I love you. Bye Ana."
Kate is grinning at me like a lovesick teenager. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she does the same to me. "Care to share why Taylor is dropping you off?" She begins, and I decide that now is not yet the time. I'm actually starving. I haven't had anything close to a meal since breakfast, and I'm surprised Christian hadn't insisted on stuffing my mouth with anything edible earlier. He hinted it once, but that was it.
"Can we at least have dinner first? Or have you eaten?" She shakes her head no, and I remember I have nothing on the fridge. I've used up everything from my little trip with Jeremy in the market. Shit! Jeremy! I haven't called him yet!
Kate looks at me with curiosity at I struggle to fish my old phone out of my bag. I immediately dial Jeremy's number. It's just 7:30, so it's not too late to be cancelling – not that I agreed to dinner in the first place. He picks up on the fifth ring.
"Hey, Ana! Sorry, I was busy in the kitchen. What's up? Are you coming to dinner?" He asks, and I feel terrible that I have to say no.
"That's actually why I called. I can't tonight. Kate just came back and we wanted to catch up." I have no idea why I have the need to explain myself, but I do, and instantly, I can almost see him scratching the back of his head.
"Ah, the best friend? That's alright. You guys can come over some other time then." He says, and I'm thankful that he understands.
"Yep, the best friend." I say, and Kate squints her eyes at me. She's dialing someone else on her phone. "And we will, maybe tomorrow, or next week." I suggest.
"Whenever's convenient for you ladies, although tomorrow is probably not a very good time." He tells me, and I want to ask why, but I'll have that conversation some other time.
"Alright, we won't be coming tomorrow then." I chuckle, and Kate's eyes have now grown to accusatory. "Bye Jer."
As soon as I hang up, she too hangs up. "That was the pizza guy. You can use a lot of calories. You're starting to look unhealthy Ana! Seriously, don't you ever eat?" She pats the space next to her on the couch. What is it with everyone trying to feed me? First Christian, then Claire, then Jeremy, and now, Kate! Do I really look that pale?
"Do I really look that bad?" I ask, and I think her eyes widen in horror.
"Not bad, per se, just, eat on a regular basis and you'll be fine. There's a fine line between looking too skinny, and sexy, you know?" She says and I find myself agreeing. "Who was that on the phone?" And it begins. I have nothing up my sleeve to dodge her questions now.
"That was Jeremy, who is actually our neighbor. He lives next door. Had to cancel on dinner because my best friend just came back in town." I grin at her, but she seems to be interested on other things now.
"Dinner? Like a date?" I tell her otherwise and where it should've been, but she doesn't believe it. "Nothing says date like dinner, Ana! And in one of Seattle's most packed restaurants too." She explains and eyes me accusingly. "It's pretty hard to get a reservation at that place."
This happens to be news to me. Just exactly how big the restaurant is, or what kind of crowd goes there, I haven't cared to check. "He actually owns the place." I tell Kate, and the realization drops like a brick on her head.
"Jeremy, of Jeremy's in The Market? Of course! Way to go, Ana!" She seems delighted by the information, and I don't know why. "I have seen the guy in a couple of magazines! That boy is h-o-t HOT, Ana!" She squeals and I'm having a hard time following her.
"He's famous?" I feel bad about not knowing this. I need to be reading magazines more, and fewer paperbacks, probably.
"Not Christian Grey famous, but he's in Seattle's list of most eligible bachelors." Kate says matter of factly. I can't believe I didn't know about him. In my defense, I also didn't know about Christian Grey until I had to interview him in Kate's place. "Did you know he got left at the altar?"
I gape in shock at this revelation. I remember Jeremy telling me that his past two relationships didn't work out. I feel bad for not being aware of the gravity. "Why do you know this stuff?" Kate rolls her eyes at me. Of course she would know about these things, Ana. She's a Kavanaugh. My subconscious shows herself again. We both hear the doorbell ring and Kate took the liberty of opening the door and paying the guy.
"Let's do some damage, shall we?" She opens the box with our usual, pepperoni. "I'm starving." She adds, and passes me a slice. On my second slice, she decides to continue with her questioning. Yes, we are indeed, going at Kate's pace, and not mine.
"So tell me again how this mess with Mr. Controlling blew over." She eyes me as she munches on her pizza.
"I told you, we just wanted different things." I realize it's easier for me to talk about it now. It must've something to do with the surprisingly light atmosphere of my unexpected trip to Escala. "I can't give him what he needs, so I left..." I didn't even have to fight my anger anymore. It felt like it wasn't even there. Truth be told, I think I've been over at being angry for days now.
"So why was Taylor dropping you off?" Kate asks, and I think it's out of genuine curiosity, and not just because she enjoys grilling me. I tell her how Taylor showed up outside of SIP, claiming Christian isn't doing very well, and then I found out he's sick. I tell her how light everything was, and that I had agreed to see Christian once he's better.
The doorbell rings once more, and Kate beats me to the door once again. She huffs before opening the door. It's Taylor, and he comes bearing food. I think it's Chinese. She raises and eyebrow towards me. Of course Christian will send me food. It has been his major goal to feed me ever since this whole thing started.
I eye Taylor, still waiting to accept what he's brought. "Mr. Grey insists that you eat properly, Ms. Steele." Ugh. This is so frustrating! I'm eating! Can't he see the traces of pizza I barely wiped off of my face?
"Please tell Christian thank you, but he really doesn't need to do this." I sigh and I can see that Kate is less than impressed, if not irritated. Taylor leaves, and Kate glares at me. I raise my hand up in surrender. I certainly did not know anything about this delivery. Are we actually both mad at Christian for sending us food? That can't be it.
"Are you completely sure you want to get back with that control freak?" She asks rather disbelievingly. I am completely dumbstruck. Do I want to get back with Christian? Yes. Am I completely sure about it? No.
Oh no. I agreed to see him once he feels better. That can't be too far into the future now, can it? Give it a day or two, my subconscious estimates. What is the plan, Ana? My superwoman inside asks.
I shake my head towards Kate. "I don't know."
A/N: I'm still trying to reply to everyone who reviewed, so hopefully I'll finish that. :)Anyway, I've made this longer since I'll be out for the weekend and probably won't be able to write til mid-week next week, so I'm apologizing for the late update as early as now.
I hope you didn't get confused with the changes in POVs. Does it feel like I'm dragging this out too long already? Next chapter might be the last one, or the second to the last, or maybe the third? LOL. Any of the three. I have some things I want to do but it's so hard to fit into the timeline of 'allowable/tolerable length of time for Ana and Christian to be broken up.'
Anyway, why don't you tell me what you thought of this. Suggestions on what Christian does to get Ana back are also very much welcome. Please let me know via review or PM, whichever is more convenient. I'm always looking forward to your reactions. Til the next one! Thanks, and I love you all to bits! :)