Chapter 8
Christian's POV
"I won't be needing you for the rest of the day, Taylor." I peel off my suit jacket and casually hang it on the arm of the large white couch on my great room.
"Sir." Taylor nods, leaving me and making his way towards the staff quarters.
I remove my tie and open the top button of my shirt while walking towards the refrigerator.
Pouring a single glass of white wine and heating up my Mac and Cheese, I can't help but notice how lonely my life truly is. I don't even gave any friends to call over with the exception of my brother, Eliott. How have I never noticed how sad my life really is?
'You were to busy being balls deep inside a sub.' My inner Dom chuckles.
Is that all I had? Subs? How did I allow myself to be so distanced and reclusive?
'It was her,' my inner self snarls. 'She forced you to have no friends.'
I don't even need to question who, I know it is Elena. I am fully aware that Elena helped me and I have no idea were I would be now without her help but I can't help but think that this is all her fault. That I would be less fucked up and be closer to my family, maybe even have some friends if it weren't for her pushing me to believe that no one would understand. That I am better off on my own and that I didn't need any friendship. Except for her's, that is.
Flynn was always trying to change my view of her and see her as a pedophile. Even though I was underage I don't think I would ever view her as such a thing. A pedophile is such a cruel and vicious word plus I was very willing. I remember times where I couldn't make it through a school day without a fuck from her but was it worth it? Was fucking her worth this loneliness? Before now I have never really noticed this emptiness I live in and believed no friendship or companionship was worth my time.
If that were true, if I didn't need anyone then why has this sudden sense of pensive sadness surrounded me? I finish my dinner and deposit the dishes in the sink before taking off towards my bedroom. After completing my regular ritual of preparing for bed I sink into my very cold, suddenly very big mattress.
Where has this sudden sense of loneliness and melancholy come from? I can't help but think of Anastasia Steele. When I first saw her I instantly thought; 'she would make a perfect sub.' And 'I wonder what she would look like eagle-spread in my play room.' Boy was I wrong. That delectable little thing is a fire ball. I wonder what her life has been like up until now. Maybe I should run a background check on her but then again if I do pursue her then maybe I should do it the right way and get information from her while dating? God, that would take so long and I don't have that kind of patience. I have no idea how regular people do it.
Maybe she's exactly what I need right now. What are the odds that I meet her on the same day that I am able to admit that the lifestyle is getting boring?
'So what, you want a vanilla relationship now?' My inner Dom sneers.
Just as I am about to retaliate, my blackberry begins to buzz. I pick it up off of my bedside table and answer it without checking the caller ID.
"Grey." My voice is stern and cold as I automatically snap into CEO mode regardless of the emotions swimming around my head.
The voice that reply sends shivers down my spine and causes me to cringe involuntarily. "Christian, darling. How have you been?"
"I've been fine, Elena. Is there something you wanted? I'm kinda busy." I say through my gritted teeth.
"You've been avoiding me." Is she trying to flirt with me? Urrggh. Why is that thought so disturbing and disgusting to me? "I have a new girl that I think would be perfect for you. Her names Shelby and she's exactly what you want in a sub." Has her voice always been this annoying and grating.
'She has a new girl? What is she, some sort of pimp?' My subconscious quips. The thought makes me convulse as the idea of me being involved with a pimp in anyway is disturbing and makes my blood run cold.
"I haven't been ignoring you, I just had no reason to contact you and I'm not looking for a sub, Elena." My irritation audible and I think she picked up on it.
"I can hear how tense you are now, darling. I can send Shelby over in the morning and she will happily let you dominate her. She is the a perfectly obedient sub." I knew she picked up on it and why on earth doesn't she ever take no for an answer. i heate that this woman is constantly confusing my frustration with her sexual frustration. Clueless much?
"I am not interested, Elena." I growl. I need to get off the phone now.
"Don't take that tone with me, Christian. I'm trying to help you and I am sending Shelby over. You definitely need her if you're snapping at me of all people." Is she trying to use her Domme voice on me? Puh-lease. I am not 15 anymore.
"I will talk to you in what ever tone I please, Mrs Lincoln and you will be sending no one to me as I have conveyed my wishes repeatedly." I hiss on my Dom voice, showing her who is in charge now.
"Okay, Christian. I understand now. Should we get lunch next week?" Her voice soft. Looks like someone got the message.
"We have a business meeting in a weeks time. There's no reason to discuss business anytime sooner." I state formally.
"We don't have to discuss business, darling. Just two friends getting lunch."
"I don't have friends Mrs Lincoln and I certainly don't have a friend in you. If you need to reach me with anything relating to your business, please contact my lawyers or my assistant." Stating I don't have friends has never effected me before but the cold hard truth in the statement makes me re-consider my life.
"What's happened to us, Christian? We were friends last week at lunch for Pete's sake." Oh God, does she not know when to quit.
"That's where you're mistaken, Mrs Lincoln. I have never considered you a friend and I would really appreciate it if you referred to me as Mr Grey. I am rather busy." I say before pressing the 'end call' button.
'Good riddance. Flynn would be proud.' My inner self cheers.
I close my eyes and hope that I can get four hours of nightmare free sleep tonight. As I drift off, a pair of hauntingly beautiful powder blue eyes make an appearance. Again.
Really short one this week as I am suffering from writers block but wanted to get something out here. I wanted Christian to begin to see Elena for what she truly is without Anastasia being in his life and that was pretty much the whole idea of this chapter. Please review.
-midnightsun xx
