hey guys!
so a really short chapter, i know i am horrible!
didnt feel like writing so much so because of that the delay (almost a month i am so sorry!)
this is a small chapter just so you guys wont have to wait any longer. i am going to continue writing right now so i hope i will have another chapter out soon!
enjoy! x
''NOOOOO!'' I shot up from my bed and breathed heavily. I checked my surroundings and realized I was in my king-sized bed in my luxurious apartment high up in the sky. I groaned and fell back on my bed.
''Just a dream Christian, it was just a dream.'' I tell myself loudly as an attempt to sooth myself. After a few minutes I calm down and decided to play some notes on my piano since sleep won't come anytime soon.
As I walk into the living room I get a glass of water and place myself in front of my piano. The first thing that comes to mind is yurima. I never really played his pieces but somehow I feel like playing his songs.
I am in the middle of 'if I could see you again' and I just loose myself as the genius composed notes fly through the living room and I softly sway with the rhythm. My mind drifts off to the lunch I have planned today. I cannot wait to finally talk to her, and ask her why it was so hard to find her. I wanna get to know her. I never had that with a woman. Usually I use woman for sex and nothing else. I don't want the rose petals and romantic dinners. I want sex, and I want to have it with her. Whatever it takes to get her to be mine, I will do. But first I need to get to know her. Maybe she isn't even a candidate. I find myself overwhelmed by a sad feeling. A feeling I haven't felt in a while. The thought of her not in my life kills me. Now that I finally found her I do not want to lose her again. I have done that once and I won't let that happen again.
I slowly finish the piece and smile. Why don't I play his stuff more often? Its light and happy. Not sad and depressing, like the pieces I usually play. As my mind drifts off again I find myself playing Frederic Chopin - Prelude in E-Minor op.28 no. 4 and get lost in that as well. My mind drifting into a dark scary place that I rarely visit, only in my music. As I play the piece over and over again I get more aggressive and aggravated. I slam the notes harder and harder, the piano is screaming instead of whispering and I feel sweat forming on my forehead as I finally slam both my hands on the keys and let out a deep groan and stand up. I run my hands through my hair and have to keep myself from throwing the piano chair through the room. I finish my glass of water and head back to bed. Its only 4 in the morning so I have about 3 more hours till I have to get up.
I crawl back in bed and let out a deep sigh. Honestly, I didn't wanna go back to sleep. I would probably have another nightmare and I really didn't want that right now. I decided to close my eyes anyway and try at least. And I can't help but think about if these horrible, terrifying dreams will ever stop.
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I thank my Mrs. Harding for helping me as I leave the classroom and go straight to the parking lot to see a big SUV parked in the middle of the parking lot. I can't help but smile a little bit as I see Christian get out and hold out his hand for me to take. I give him a polite nod and take his hand.
He kisses it softly and leads me into the SUV. As well sit he orders his driver called Taylor to go to some restaurant I haven't heard off and turns his attention to me.
''So Miss Steele, how has your day been so far?'' he asks and raises his eyebrow.
I get nervous right away and start playing with my fingers and clear my throat. ''uhm yea good I guess. I slept in and uhm-'' come on Steele, get it together god damnit! ''Asked some teachers some questions for my uhm-'' oh sweet mother of Mary, what are you doing?
''Finals?'' he asks as I nod with an awkward smile. I am so embarrassed, how can I possibly get through this lunch?
He simply laughs and smirks. Great, he noticed, that's just peachy. I roll my eyes at myself as I see him raise an eyebrow.
''I uhm, had an inner conversation with myself, and I rolled my eyes at how great I am doing.'' I say sarcastically as he quietly laughs and nods.
''Yeah you are doing great.'' He says as I can feel myself blush at his words. I know he was making a joke, but hearing him say that made me blush for some reason.
''That's a nice color on you Ms. Steele.'' He says as I huff and fold my arms.
''Are you making fun of me Mr. Grey?'' I say as a smirk appears on his face. He leans back into his seat turns his head to the side, facing me.
''What are you going to do if I am?'' he asks as he leans in a little closer. I feel my breath quicken and my palms start to sweat as I swallow quick. His eyes never leaving mine.
''I uhm-'' that was all that was coming out. I could see in his eyes that he loved this. All of this. The control he had over me. The way I am around him. It gives him power. He loves it all. I suddenly realize what Kate meant with him being a control freak.
''You what?'' he whispered as he leaned in closer. I knew that this wasn't going to end well. Either me making an inappropriate comment or being a horrible kisser. He leaned in closer and I could feel his breath tickle on my neck. I knew something was coming but I never expected the words that just came out of my mouth.
''I would probably tie you up to-'' I looked around for something I would tie him too but I couldn't find anything. I made eye contact again and I could see playfulness in his face. Like a little kid in a candy store.
''continue.'' He said as he leaned back a little bit and breathed out slowly. I swallowed again and said the first thing that came to mind.
''A pole.'' What the hell Ana?! What is that supposed to mean? I look disturbed as Christian laughs and leans back in his seat.
''Were here.'' He announces and got out of the car. I just sat there dumb found. We were totally off the topic of what I would do to him if he made fun of me, but there was this building tension and he just dropped it like a bomb but it didn't explode. The only question is, when will it?
