I chew on the cap of my black pen, dazing outside my office window. The people of Seattle cover the streets, going place to place in a hustle. I spot a handsome man in a suit, similar to what Christian would wear. Christian. It's been six days since I've last seen him, and even talked to him.
My ongoing stubbornness doesn't want to be the one to make the first move, and I know he's the same way. I know it was completely wrong of me to be so outspoken, and hurtful like that. But Kate's words got into my head and then, I thought Christian was out to get me too. Although, he hasn't tried any contact at all, so be it. So since he's diving in all his energy into work, I'm doing the exact same. There's a knock on my door, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Ana, we have a potential client waiting for you." My assistant, Claire says, and I nod.
"Please, send them in." I smile, removing the soggy cap from my mouth.
I had opened up my own business two years ago with the encouragement, and endorsement from Christian. I've always wanted to become an event planner and help people celebrate their lives and jobs through lavish parties.
A young, blonde woman struts into my office and takes the chair opposite from me.
"I'm a huge admirer of your work, Miss Steele." She starts off, and I grin.
"Thank you, so much. And you are?"
"Daniella Lucille."
"Lovely. And how can I help you, today?" I lean forward, folding my hands together.
"Well, my boss wants me to hold our company's reopening party and placed me in charge."
"For starters, do you have any ideas in mind?" I ask, logging onto my laptop, opening a new document.
"Oh, I have plenty for you." Daniella smiles.
A little over an hour later, I'm shaking hands with my newest client and taking my lunch break. My cell starts to vibrate, lighting up with a new text from someone I didn't think they had it in them to crack first.
*Coming home, tonight. Would like to see you if possible. -C*
I stare at that text for what seems like hours but only has been five minutes. What do I reply back? I'm sorry I was a complete bitch. So excited to see you, of course, would love to see you. Sadly, known of those were my replies.
*Sure, meet you at your place. Have a safe flight. -A*
Claire knocks on my door, carrying our lunches to eat together. She hands me my caesar salad, and I hungrily dig into it. We both chat about pointless, pop culture, and the whole time I'm waiting for Christian's stupid reply. Usually, it only takes him a few seconds to send a text back to me, but not this time around.
The gold watch on my left wrist says 5:15 pm, ending my long day at work. I shove my laptop and important client files into my bag. I readjust my fuschia pencil style dress and toss my bag over the shoulder. As I lock up my office door, most of my employees have gone home. I now, wave goodbye to the building's usual security guard, Robert.
My gaze is now set on the very familiar black Audi parked outside, Christian standing outside. I've noticed something's different about him, his hair is much shorter. I almost want to frown, missing his longer curly locks already. I take small steps towards him and register that I have insanely missed him.
"Steele," he says, the first one to break the silence.
"Grey."
"How are you?"
"I've been better." I whisper, and he nods.
"So have I." I bite my lip, choosing to come right out and say it.
"I'm sorry for everything. I was angry and frustrated, and I didn't mean one word I said to you."
"I know, Ana." A huge weight leaves my chest, and I let out the huge breath I've been holding in. "I just gave you a few days of space. After, everything that went down, I thought it was best."
"I agree."
"Also, I knew how stubborn you would be not to contact me first." I raise my eyebrows in disbelief.
"I am not stubborn."
"You're the most stubborn person I have ever met." I roll my eyes.
"As if!" Christian chuckles.
"Have you been watching Clueless again?"
"It's one of my favorite movies." I cross my arms.
"I know it is. Now, are you going to continue pouting or give me a hug?" I smile and step forward into his awaiting arms. My arms clasp around his waist, and I breathe in his scent. A faint of cologne and just his body wash.
"I've missed you, so much."
"Me too." I feel him leave a kiss into my hair and hold me tighter.
"So how was your business trip?" I ask, pulling myself away. Christian opens the car open for me, and I slide right inside, making room for him next to me.
"Long, and tiring."
"You hungry?"
"Starving."
"Me too. We can go back to my apartment, and I'll make us dinner." He smiles, and his phone goes off. "Just emails."
The whole car ride to my place takes longer than usual because of rush hour, and Christian manages to be on his phone the whole time. I decide to not make a huge deal out of it, and let us inside my place. The first thing I always do when arriving home from work is change into comfy clothes. I throw on a gray t-shirt and black Adidas leggings.
"Where's your phone charger?" Christian asks, poking his head into my room.
"In the kitchen." I meet him in there, tossing my curly hair into a high ponytail. While Christian is distracted with his phone, I start making spaghetti.
It doesn't take too long to cook, and we're finally seated at the small dining table. Christian greedily digs into his food, acting like he hasn't eaten in days. I use my fork to poke around with my noodles.
"This is delicious." He uses his napkin to wipe away any sauce on his mouth. "Thank you, for making me dinner."
"No problem. Just think of it as a welcome home present."
"Uh, I've had better." I roll my eyes, shoving him shoulder, playfully.
"Ass." Christian's hand lands on my thigh, squeezing it in a ticklish way, and I yelp. "You're a pest." He chuckles, and goes back to finish eating.
Suddenly, I notice while gazing at him that I've terribly missed Christian, and longed for him. Our drunken sex I remember in a haze, but I desire more from just that night. I have been longing for something else, although, I just don't understand what it is yet.
"Christian," I say, slowly. Processing on how exactly I am going to say this to him. "How about I give you a better welcome home present?"
"Like what?" He slides his empty plate across the table and matches my intense stare. I raise a brow and remove myself from my chair. Biting my lip, becoming hesitant, I climb onto Christian's lap. Now, straddling him.
"You missed me, right?"
"Of course." His face becomes full of confusion as he has no idea what I'm about to do.
"Well, show me just how much." I steadily start undoing the buttons on his shirt. Christian's eyes widen as he comes to terms what I'm implying. His hands cover mine, stopping me.
"Ana, I-" I suck in a deep breath, feeling deeply embarrassed, and started to tear myself from his lap. But his strong hands hold me captured.
"Christian, let me go." His hold on me doesn't loosen, and I squirm.
"I wasn't saying no." My gaze looks into his.
"What?"
"I just want to make sure that you really want to do this again. We did both say that something like this wouldn't happen again." I nod.
"I know, but I really want you." My teeth dig into my bottom lip. Christian brushes away a strand of my hair that fell out of my ponytail and gently kisses me.
"I want you, too." I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair.
"Then, have me," I demand.
Christian's lips slam back onto mine, and I close my eyes when his tongue traces my bottom lip. I moan into his mouth and rub myself over aching erection. He pushes himself up from the chair and carries me over to the couch. I'm laid down, Christian instantly hovering above me. His mouth attacks my neck and I tug on his half open shirt, ripping it from his body. My possessive hands make work to undone his belt and pants.
He softly moves my hands away and concentrates on eliminating my shirt. His eyes become full of lust and desire, taking in my lacy black bra.
"God, you're breathtaking." I grab ahold of his neck, smashing our lips back together.
Meanwhile, I successfully push his pants and boxers down. His awaiting erect cock begging to enter inside of me. Christian yanks my leggings towards my ankles, squeezing himself between my legs.
Without warning, he plunges inside of my pussy and I bite down hard on my lip. Christian pounds into me relentlessly, his pace rough but, still remaining passionate. He keeps himself upright, pinning my arms above my head.
His mouth covers mine to quiet my loud cries of pleasure. His cock feels so good inside of me and I need more. I urge for him to go faster and he happily obligates.
"You feel so tight around me." I shut my eyes as he slams into my G-spot. "Look at me." My eyes open, staring at his sweaty face and intense gray eyes.
"Christian," I cry, sensing I'm close to coming.
"Come for me, Ana." And I'm a goner, moaning into his mouth as I come. It seems he's never so far behind me and joins in on my heavenly orgasm.
Some little time later, I'm draped across Christian's body with a small blanket covering our naked bodies. We've both been quiet after our frenzy fucking, and his fingers play with my hair.
"So what now?" He breaks the silence.
"Mmmm." I murmur into his chest.
"What are you thinking about?"
"That I'm.." I begin to trail off, but don't know what to exactly say.
"Yes?" Not thinking, I remove myself from his body and pull my t-shirt over my head, sliding on my leggings next. "You're regretting this."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are." Christian stretches, reaching for his boxers and situating them on.
"I'm not, and that's the problem."
"What do you mean?"
"We've been best friends for five years, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I want things to always stay the same, but now-" He nods.
"Only now you want to sleep together."
"Exactly."
"I don't blame you." I roll my eyes, shaking my head.
"I hate you."
"You didn't ten minutes ago." Christian smirks, leaning back into the couch.
"I could strangle you, right now."
"Violence never got anyone anywhere." I shrug.
"No, but it's a great way to relieve stress."
"Or just have more sex."
"That too." I sigh and join him on the couch. "What do we do? Make this a regular thing?"
"Well, you can't seem to keep your hands off me." I smack his shoulder.
"Shut up, and quit being so full of yourself." I pause and ponder my thoughts. "Okay, let's just do this."
"Okay." Christian repeats, slowly.
"But, we should lay down some ground rules." Christian signals for me to continue. "We plan to have sex by texting one hour beforehand, so can make time for it."
"I agree."
"Since we're only sleeping together, dating other people is still acceptable." He raises a brow, wanting to say something, but decides to keep his mouth shut. "Anything you want to input?"
"You've said them all." I grin and toss his shirt to him.
"Then we're good to go."