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*** Ana ***
It was a silent ride back home, i wasn't really in the talkative mood and Christian understood that, but a big part of me felt guilty for taking out on him. After all he had been nothing but romantic and thoughtful toward me, but that little stunt from José had broken me down, and i was in serious need of a good night sleep to clear my head and figure out how to handle all of this.
"I'm sorry i messed up your plans for a very nice and romantic dinner. This all thing just killed the mood for me. I'm really sorry Christian" i finally manage to say to him, giving him a sad smile, and he says nothing, grabs my hand and gently rubs my knuckles, like he usually does to sooth me, and i have to say, it never fails. I feel immediately more relaxed and at peace, but also a little aroused and nervous to be this close to him. This man makes me feel like a stupid teenage girl in love by just touching my hand, it was unreal.
"It wasn't your fault Anastasia. I just hate not being able to help you right now" he says, giving me a sad smile back, still holding my hand and gently squeezing it.
"You're already helping by just doing what i asked you to do. I just want to sleep it off and figure this all out tomorrow with a fresh state of mind you know?" i ask him, receiving a gentle nod and a very small smile from him. I guess he felt a little better knowing that he was helping me right now.
"Good, everything looks better in the morning. And we are here! Should i come up?" he asks me, with a small grin gracing his gorgeous face. He sure was a deliciously good-looking man. And i bet he could make me feel much better if he did come up. What to do what to do...
"Hum, i..." i mumble, not being able to make up my mind.
"I guess it's better if i don't, you do look a little confused right now and i don't want to be another piece of the puzzle you need to figure out. But i would very much like to reschedule our dinner if you're still interested of course. It's up to you Anastasia" he says, always whispering, with such longing in his voice m head starts spinning instantly.
"I'm free on Friday. Tomorrow is José's gallery thing and i still don't know if I'm going or not so it's better to make it some other day. What you think?" i answer him, holding my breath, not knowing how he will react to the sudden mention of José's name and event.
"Friday is perfect. And about tomorrow, do what makes you feel better. Although i would be lying if i said i liked the idea of you being around that guy again after what he did." he says, staring at me and gripping the wheel a little too sternly, proving my suspicion, he was pissed at José and he wasn't happy with me being around him again. I guess i was getting the hang of this fifty shades thing at last.
"Yeah, i know. I'll just have to think about what i want to do. But Friday i am all yours Mr. Grey" i say, giving him a shy smile and unconscionably biting my lip.
"Hmm, i do like the idea of having you all to myself Miss Steele. And believe me, i do intent to make every second of it most gratifying for you Anastasia" he says, putting so much meaning in that promise i bet my knees would just melt beneath me if i wasn't still seated right next to him. And just like that, i feel myself get more and more turned on, my breathing accelerates and i can't help myself from licking my lips from the simple thought of having him pleasing me.
Of course he picks up on the sudden changes in me, and begins to shift in his seat, now facing me completely and then, starts to get closer and closer to me and with a swift and calculated move he plants a very soft but lustful kiss on my lips. I feel his breathing get heavier, filled with such fire i have to gather every strength in me to pull myself away from him, leaving the both of us to catch our breaths.
"I'll see Friday. Thank you for a very lovely night and have a safe drive home Mr. Grey" i say to him, unable to hide my recently flushed cheeks i shyly smile at him and await his response so i can, cordially, flee back to the safety of my small apartment.
"Friday can't come fast enough. Good night Anastasia, sweet dreams" he says, now with a full grin on his beautifully sculpted face. I did love playful Christian, one of my favourite shades no doubt.
And with a soft nod and a very innocent smile i exit the car, anxious to get in bed and start dreaming about Friday. He was right about that, it couldn't come fast enough.
*** Christian ***
That fucker had just ruined everything, our perfect night, ruined! Because he had to go and play Mr. right! Who the fuck did he think he was to make decisions about Anastasia's life? Sure, they were friends, a fact i, most of the times, chose to forget and hoped it would change, but still, he had no right to do that to her and frankly, i just think he fucked himself with that smooth move.
Anastasia was pissed and now, he probably had lost her as a friend. Of course i wasn't sad about that, the fucker obviously wanted my Ana for himself and that just pissed me off. But i could see how broken she was after his stupid stunt, and there was nothing worse than seeing her so disappointed and crushed over something i had no control over. All i wanted was to make her feel better and right now i felt so fucking helpless i hated him. If i got my hands on him, i would make him suffer ten times what he made her suffer.
All of the sudden she starts talking, apologizing about tonight, and i just can't help myself, i want to touch her and make her know how much i want her. And so i do, i grab her hand, her soft and warm hand, and gently start rubbing her fingers like i know she likes. And i can feel her relax almost immediately, and then i feel her starting to shiver and i notice her breathing begins to escalade. And just like that i know, Ana will be mine again, and no fucker called José what's his face or any other jackass will mess with us again. She belongs to me and i will make sure that she comes back to me, sooner than she expects. Because frankly, i was hanging by a very thin thread and any second close to her was getting me more and more aroused. I just couldn't be near her without feeling her pressed against my body, it felt wrong and i wasn't going to do it very much longer.
*** ... ***
It took all night but finally she had arrived home, and of course, that cocky bastard Grey was with her. I honestly didn't understand what she saw in that guy, other than the money of course. I never took her for the gold-digger type, but i guess people change when the right opportunity comes along. And what better chance to get your hooks on someone than doing it on a mildly handsome single billionaire excuse of a man?
But sadly for them, i had other plans for her, plans that ensured she was never going to get closer to him ever again. Oh good, she's opening the door. I guess it's show time. She's mine now and i'm going to enjoy every minute of her.
