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Thank you guys for all of your reviews and sorry for the delay :( I planned on writing a very long chapter on the weekend but since I have to get certified in couple weeks I have to do extra homework on the weekends, only to get my tittle that says that I can speak English.
Anyway, about this chapter, it's really short for my liking, but it's something I have been thinking about writing for a while and well I let myself do what I wanted just for this chapter. So please feel free to tell me if I messed it up or anything really.
Well that's all I have to say, for now.
Happy Catching Fire Week! ; )
New Kind of Paradise
Chapter 8
Anastasia's PoV
"You didn't have to walk me back to my room, you know," I said as I stood by the doorframe of my suite.
"I don't do anything I don't want to Anastasia, you should know that by now," Christian said as he winked at me.
Sometimes he could manage to look like he was a normal guy and not his millionaire/bossy pants self.
I rolled my eyes heavenward and sighed, "Yeah, guess I should know that by now. Thanks for walking me back. I'd better go in and take a shower."
"Okay, I'll be seeing you later," he said. It didn't sound like a question; it sounded more like a promise. A really tempting promise.
After closing the door behind me, I stood on the bed and started jumping on it, like when I was a kid. At least until I bumped my head on the ceiling.
I had kissed Christian "The hottest man alive" Grey. It was weird that my subconscious hadn't said anything; maybe she was still dazed from the intoxicating effects of Christian's lips, and if she was, I didn't blame her.
Now I kind of understood why Darla made such a big fuss about him, if he was such a good kisser, God knows what other things he could be good at…like playing cards or some other sport I didn't know about.
With all the day's events I hadn't heard from Kate, so I decided to go and check if she was still alive.
"Kate," I said while knocking on the door lightly. "Are you there?"
There wasn't a response, which was worrisome; after all it was 10 p.m.
The door was unlocked so I did the most reasonable thing to do at the time, I opened the door.
It wasn't until five seconds later, that my brain finally caught up with my actions that I wished I hadn't opened that door. Kate and Elliot were having S-E-X.
Holy cow! I closed the door before they could actually stop doing what they were doing, or before they noticed I had walked in on them. Nothing would be more embarrassing, than for them to figure out that I had walked in on them, while they were "getting to know each other" better.
My poor little eyes! I was amazed that my eyes didn't fall right out of my eye sockets and fell down to the carpeted floor. I felt uneasy by the whole situation. It wasn't that I hadn't learned about what people did when they had sex in school or from what Kate often shared with me, but I guess it was different seeing it from another perspective besides the biologic point of view.
I returned to my room and took a quick shower trying to figure out how I could get those images out of my mind. I was wearing the silk camisole and the matching pajama pants that my mother had bought me. This reminded me that I should probably call her, but there was someone knocking on the door.
"Kate if it's you, I swear I don't want to talk to you," I said upon opening the door.
Let's just say it wasn't exactly Kate, it was Christian.
"Well I guess I'm lucky I'm not Kate, can I come in?" He was still wearing the same clothes from before.
"Sure, I guess," I said as I made way for him.
"I know it's late, but I came to bring you back your bag. You left it in the car," he said as he put my messenger bag on the living room table.
"Thank you, I guess I forgot about my bag, since I didn't remember taking it with me when you assaulted me," I grinned like the crazy weirdo I was.
He simply laughed.
"Well, I'd better get going, again," He said.
"Yeah, thank you again," I said awkwardly, as I held the door open for him.
When I was about to close the door on him, he ushered me inside as fast as he could.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"There are paparazzi's all over the hallway," Christian explained.
"And," I said shrugging, "that isn't so bad, is it?"
"Yes, it is. You're forgetting that I'm a very important CEO; I can't be caught coming out of a suite other than mine. I would make the headlines of every important magazine and newspaper in the country. Someone must have told them I was coming here."
I gasped, "So you think Taylor did it?"
"Taylor? Of course not," he said as he sat down on my couch.
"What are you going to do?" I said as I sat down on the couch in front of him.
"The best thing I can think of right now," he said as he stood up.
"And what is that?" I asked.
For a moment I thought he was going to be brave and leave, but he was right, he was a very important man who couldn't be wrapped around any scandals. Even if the room he was coming out was the one of his girlfriend.
But instead he opened my bathroom door and said, "I'm going to spend the night here."
By the time my mouth caught up with what was happening it was too late, the water in the shower was already running.
Christian's PoV
The way her mouth had hung opened was enough to make laugh while the warm water of the shower cascaded down my body.
I was amazed by the way that fate or destiny had brought me to her and this wonderful situation. If I had planned the whole thing, things wouldn't have gone out this good. There had to be a greater force working in my favor.
After my shower, I grabbed a towel from the rack and tied it at my hips. I would have gone out just with the towel but since I didn't think Ana would approve, I decided on just my boxers.
Just as I put my other clothes in the clothes hamper, I decided to see if could find anything interesting in Ana's suitcase.
To my surprise, she didn't carry most of the things women carried like makeup and other beauty supplies. Instead, in her suitcase was a pair of sneakers, some ballet flats, shorts and t-shirts some dresses and the rest was filled with different books.
She likes to read, interesting, I thought. Though I didn't know why it surprised me, she worked at a fucking publishing company.
Afterwards, I put her stuff back in their place and went outside of the bathroom.
Ana was trying to read something with a deep scowl on her beautiful face. The look she had on her face when she saw me was one of complete shock. She was so shocked she went backwards in the lounge chair she was reading in.
"Are you okay?" I asked trying to keep the laughter out of my voice, as I offered her a hand.
"No! Why are you naked?" She yelled, her hands flying to her eyes trying to cover them.
"I'm not naked, I'm wearing underwear," I explained with a smile on my face. "Haven't you ever seen a man naked?"
She didn't answer me, which meant that she probably had never seen a man naked.
I was one lucky ass motherfucker. Not only was she gorgeous, but she had never seen a man naked. What the hell did I ever do to get to meet a woman as such as her?
She was about to say something when her stupid phone interrupted her.
"Hello Mom," she said into the speaker," I really can't talk right now, why don't you call me later? I love you, bye!"
While she had her back to me I had the opportunity to remove the covers from the four poster bed.
"What in the name of God are you going?" She yelled.
How could someone so petite get so angry?
"I'm just getting ready to go to bed, Anastasia," I said.
Anastasia's PoV
"You are NOT sleeping on my—"I stopped myself mid-sentence realizing that getting angry wouldn't get me anywhere.
"Fine then, you can sleep on my bed and I'll sleep on the couch, Goodnight Christian!" I said, while turning off the lights and picking up some of my warm blankets.
Just as I had lied on the couch and was about to close my eyes, Christian's strong arms wrapped around me and carried me to bed as if didn't weigh anything.
"What is it with you and manhandling me?!" I yelled when he set me down on the bed.
When he finally let go of me I darted out his grasp and ran back to the couch. "I've told you I am NOT sharing a bed with you!"
Why the fuck not, Steele?! Asked my finally awake and very angry subconscious. Only she didn't seem to be angry at the same person I was, but at me.
"We can do this all night, Anastasia. God knows I don't mind," said Christian with the same menacing tone of voice he had used earlier.
At that point I probably didn't want to admit it, but he looked completely mad-drivingly S-E-X-Y in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
"Fine, if it bothers you so much that I sleep on the couch, then I'll sleep on the floor," I said again hoping that that would be his problem. But apparently, his problem was me sleeping anywhere besides the bed.
He picked me up again and this time, he didn't release me when I was finally on the bed. He just towered over me making my heart beat a gazillion times faster than normal. If I wouldn't have known better I would swear I was having a heart attack. But no, that was just the reaction that my stupid body had whenever it was near Christian Grey.
"Why do you have to be so damn stubborn sometimes?" Christian said as he held my wrists over my head.
"Why you have to be so…" I faltered.
"So, what?" he asked as he looked right into my eyes.
"So damn you! And that's the fucking problem, because I FUCKING LIKE YOU! And God knows I've never ever felt this for anyone else, and then you appear and then everything changes! EVERYTHING! You kiss me and then it makes me feel like I can fly or some shit like that and I can't even breathe right when you're with me and that just—"
And then and there, the world as I knew it ended.
There's no way I can even come up with the right words to even begin to describe the way it felt when Christian kissed me, but if I would, I would describe it as seeing the world with color for the first time.
"—makes me feel like I'm crazy," I say continuing my rant, when we both come up to get some air.
"So I make you feel all that?" He asks as he plays with the loose tendrils of my hair.
"Yes you do, and it's really annoying that you act like a rich—" He interrupts me again with another kiss which is better than the first.
"And do I really make you feel all those things you said earlier?" he grinned down at me.
"Don't you hear anything I tell you? Yes, of course you—" He kissed me again as his life depended on it.
"Okay, I see what you're doing here and let me just say that I'm not going to follow Kate's example," I said when tried to kiss me once more.
"What was Kate doing?" He asked.
"Oh believe me, you don't want to know." I wrinkled my nose and shuddered.
"If you say so, come let's go to bed," He said as he pulled the covers so I could get into them.
"And if you think that just because you kissed me that you have won me over, well let me just say that you have absolutely no idea what you've gotten yourself into, Christian Grey," I said as I pulled the covers over me and turned my back to him.
And then I was reminded by my stupid body that I was completely exhausted and drifted into the most peaceful sleep, with Christian Grey sleeping right next to me.
Okay this is way too short but I'll make it up to you guys somehow : ) after I watch Catching Fire on friday!
