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Ethan Kavanagh
"Ana why does your plane ticket says Portland, when you said you were in new York!" Ana snatches the stub out of my hand. "Christian, I..." She answers looking pensive.
"Answer me", I growl "why did you lie to me?"
"I just had to ummm visit a friend" Ana states unconvinced
"I don't believe you. You want me to trust you, and not question you, yet you're making that very hard for me" I snort in disbelief "What else have you been lying about?"
"Christian" Ana breaths plopping down on the bed, face in her hands, elbows on her knees "It's just not easy to explain" she cries out into her hand.
"You can at least try to explain it. I'm a good listener, I won't make no judgement calls "but when Ana remains quiet I continue on. "I had asked you if you were in any trouble, if I can help you in anyway, but you have got to let me in baby" I frown when she still doesn't say anything, knowing it could only lead to one thing "I don't fucking know what's real or not. I don't know if I could trust you Ana and that's something important in any relationship"
"What are you saying, Christian?"
"I'm not sure about us Ana, these secrets, these lies... "I breath out heavily running my fingers through my hair "I don't know much about you Ana, we don't talk and when the conversation turns into you, you shut down or you argue with me, I can't..."
"I could respect that' Ana finishes "I should be on my way now. "I always did know you were too good for me, you deserve someone trustworthy" She smiles sadly and stands to get dressed and I inwardly fight with the gentleman and the asshole in me.
It's late Ana" I huff the gentleman winning "stay here tonight and I will sleep in the guest room or I could have Taylor take you. We wouldn't want anyone seeing us would we now" I accuse Okay so the asshole made it his business as well
"I could find my way home, Christian" she dismiss with venom in her voice
"And where the fuck is that Ana?" Ana goes silent again "Yeah, just what I fucking thought, do whatever you fucking please" I spit back hurt and angry I leave the bedroom and go upstairs to my office.
Looking over Ana's background check, there's nothing out of the fucking ordinary, Fuck. She even has a regular sized bank account. What did I get myself into, what has she gotten herself into that she can't talk about? Why the fuck did Luke Sawyer showed up in the middle of the night? Why is he so aggressively oppose to what me and Taylor are doing? Taylor had said Luke told him the same thing last night when he ran up behind him in the kitchen.
Luke had advised him to stay away from all this, that we are only going to fuck shit up. He had also said the smartest thing I should do is let Ana go. Looking over my bulletin I tac on a picture of Ana, my beauty, now a threat. My heart is still in it, I can't lie I feel for her deeply, care for her, I really thought we had something special, or is it just something I wanted to believe. Just like I want to believe that Eloise is still alive. Now my mind on the other hand is stating the obvious, there's jack shit I know about Ana Wilkes, and for that I can't trust her. My mind swerves to a constant nag though, in reality I had the fault. I was blinded by the pussy and I didn't want to see, didn't want to know. I kept putting shit on hold to be with her. Shit I introduced her to my parents... what now? No longer taking the walls staring at me with accusation I head downstairs and check in on Ana. Opening the door, I see she's under the covers, I don't know if she is sleeping or not, a little afraid not to fall in her web of lies and that hypnotic stare, or her inviting scent that calls out to me, and find myself between her legs I close the door and make my way towards the guest room.
In the middle of the night, I put my hands around the pillow thinking Ana was near me, but she's not, so I sit up and run my fingers through my hair. Dreading to get out from the bed, I take a long deep breath and get up and go in search of my secretive beauty. It's a new day five in the morning, nonetheless, new day. Maybe she would want to talk now, and disclose some personal information. Opening the bedroom door once again, I see that she's gone. I call Taylor and he said he would come right over. He appears in less than five minutes in a yellow tracksuit this time, mistaking the call for our morning run I guess. If not that, than the fucker going to look like big bird throughout the day.
I ask Taylor if he has seen Ana or had taken her home, his response was that he didn't. We go to the CCTV room and look at the camera feed and see her getting into a Mercedes. Who the fuck does she know with a Mercedes and who the fuck knows about us, when Ana clearly pointed out said she didn't want anyone to know "Fuuuck, she played well' I yell out anger rushing through my veins.
"We don't know if that's true", Taylor states "look I enlarged the feed, its a blond woman, like the one you have on the bulletin. "Yeah, well Kate didn't know about us, or maybe she did" Fuck that I want answers and I want them now, nobody makes a fool of Christian Grey and gets away with it"
Taylor and I take the elevator to the garage to take my Audi SUV and notice Ana's beetle still parked in one of my reserved parking spots and drive over to Kate's. Ringing the bell of her apartment the blond comes out with a sour look. "Where's Ana? I urgently demand
"Ana" the bitch tries to look confused like she never heard of that name
"Don't give me that shit Kavenagh, you picked her up at Escala late last night, we have you and your fucking Mercedes on the video feed" At first she looks surprised at my knowledge but then dismisses and goes for nonchalant "Ana left" Kate states staring down at her nails
"You better not be lying" I threaten
"I'm sorry there's no cameras here, so you can either believe it or not", the bitch quips "but after I picked her up she grabbed her luggage and left afterwards, and before you ask me where, no I have the slightest clue and frankly I don't give a fuck, where she went" and with that she slams the door on my face. She really is a dog that one. Where could she have gone, so late? I don't have a forwarding address to her or Luke Sawyer so I have no idea where they fucking live or shacking up. Where can I go look for her?Fuck. I don't know any of her favorite places, spots, any of her friends, I don't even know her parents name. Good one there Grey, you really know how to fall for them I cringe to myself. I dial her number and it goes straight to voicemail, I dial Luke's and it states it's disconnected. Probably got a new phone or a new number, since of all of information I had on him. I get back inside the SUV and see Taylor texting on his phone. "I want Ana's phone tracked" I demand
"Already on it" Taylor replies with a smirk pointing to his cell, good man!
It's been two days and I haven't heard from Ana, nor can we track her phone. It has been disconnected as well. Taylor suggests they probably turned it off and took out the battery. Why all this fucking hiding? Why the fuck did Ana choose me, was I a fucking easy target? What did she expect to get out of me? On the contrary to all that I still miss her, and I am beginning to get worried. The first girl, I was interested in and is probably a fucking spy or working against me, but on what? She didn't know what I did in my office, but you told her about Portland, about Jack Hyde and about your little sister missing my conscious reminds me quite vividly. What the fuck is wrong with me, I use to be on so initiative? It was her pussy powers that's what and fuck she knew how to use it. Shit right now my cock is throbbing thinking about her sweet... fuck Grey don't go there I think to myself. Down Superman!
"Hey little bro, Elliot booms out the foyer all smiles "I got you a little sumthing sumthing" he goads ecstatic handing me a CD
"What's this Elliot?" I question with a blank look on my face on why is he giving me a mixed CD
"It's insurance baby" Elliot grins all toothy like
"Insurance for what Elliot, I yell out my patience wearing thin "come out with it already shit"
"You want Ethan, I got Ethan' he smirks pointing to the CD "and that impatient bay brother is Kate and I getting nasty. I got his phone number, and Leila has Kate snooping around. Kate knows some things like shipments and stuff plus she's something like their bookie" Elliot finishes with a smile. Motherfucker did it using his cock like he said he would, I could not be more proud of him right now. Elliot then hands me a piece of paper and a cell phone and I stare it him confused.
"It's a disposable phone Sherlock, and that's the number to Ethan's to reach him at, Ethan said no traces" Elliot regards "I can't believe you got this Elliot, thanks"
"I fucked Kate "he shrugs, waving it off" No worries I wrapped it twice
"How does Leila feel about this?"
"She taped the whole thing" he winks "told you I knew she was it for me, man. I had to give her something, mostly that you're just trying to get to Ethan to see if he'd ever come across Eloise" I nod at his worried expression stating it's all good. If it weren't for then I would never had gotten the information he just gave me. Thank goodness Leila is good in all this... "How's Ana?" Elliot asks
"She's errr good" I answer sheepishly, I don't want my family knowing anything yet till I get to the bottom of all this "Ana's is...
"Leila said she's good peoples Christian" Elliot admonishes interrupting me when Taylor comes into view as well, "don't fuck this up bro, I'm sure she will open up in due time" Taylor and I look at each other with our lips in a thin line, so I change the subject quickly before Elliot realizes something's up
"So you fucked Kate huh? Elliot nods smirking like its some big thing, she's probably as much as a slut than he is. I bawl out laughing doubling over holding then when I finally stop, wiping the tears in eyes I start to chant "You got the cooties, you got the cooties" I sing out now and snapping my fingers. Taylor joins in the singing and snapping, dancing to the rhythm we just created then the fucker does a quick spin and stops hitting a high pitch "you got the cooooootiiiiies!
"Enough Blues Clues" Elliot chuckles, referring to Taylor's light blue jumpsuit "wasn't all I thought it would be. This better be worth it, cause I am not hitting that again"
"So no baby mama?" I ask grinning and he nods disgusted
I called Ethan right after Elliot left and we decided to meet in an hour in the men's changing room at Neimans. This should be good, not strange at all. Ethan advised I come alone, something about I shouldn't trust anyone, but little does he know I trust my right hand man, Taylor. So the fucker is coming with me. He would be in a different stall recording our conversation, just in case.
Strange how Leila said Ana's good people, when she showed me the total opposite reaction when she first met Ana. I should find out why the change of heart all of a sudden, but when I start to look through my contacts on my phone, it starts to ring with an unknown number. Picking up and greeting all I hear is silence, no one says anything. "Ana" I whisper but whoever's on the other end hangs up. Fuck. I wish I knew where she was, know that she's safe. I don't trust her, but I would help her in a heartbeat, shit I would jump in that sweetness of hers if given a chance, maybe for one last time. God I miss her. It seemed so real to me and how she just electrifies me like no other. I was none other than me, yet she was with me. True I have looks as a Greek God but being a Grey had its perks and then being a young CEO had its advantages. I never knew what women wanted, let alone I never gave them the time either, just a good fuck. But my beauty had it all, her presence alone lights up a dark room. I would be her shadow and follow that woman anywhere. I want a fucking minute of her time to just talk even if I have to tie her ass to a chair. Fuck I feel my dick come alive at the mention of tying. Damn she was so sexy, taking control. Those blues staring at me while my cock was in her mouth. This isn't over till the fat lady sings... well until I get my answers.
Taylor and I get in my R8 and drive down to Neimans, I don't really know how this fucker Ethan looks, his background check didn't have a picture. I'm sure all those folder's are at Esclava, I'm guessing who ever is affiliated with this club, we won't be able to find any real valuable information on them from any source, that's why it has to be someone with a in. His background check only provided Ethan Kavenagh not any interaction with the club, or that he's even a Dom
Name: Ethan Jules Kavenagh
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 24, 1992
Social Security Number: 126-42-9992
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6'0
Weight: 182 lbs.
Parents: Ronald Kavenagh and Marcy Kavenagh
Siblings: Kate Kavenagh
Occupation: Children's Psychiatrist
Home Address: 1225 Sea street, Portland Seattle, 20859
Marital Status: Single
Bank Account: 75,000.50
Criminal History: None
In Newman's I look around the mans clothing since I have yet to receive the text from Ethan what stall number he would be in. I see a tie and my mind automatically thinks of Ana. Fuck I hate how she's gotten to me, that everything makes me think of her. I think back when she made me these delicious chocolate croissants, the best I have ever taste. Later that night I licked the chocolate right off her sweet pussy. Stop it Grey, you don't want to get a boner in the men's section, let alone the men's changing room with another man involved. Good, that very thought made Superman super small. Just like that I get a text to meet him in stall 17. I eye Taylor that way he knows to follow slightly behind. I see Taylor looks like he found some stuff for himself, unless he's just playing the "shopping" part' but I'm proud of him, he can't do shit without Gail. When he sees me going in the changing rooms he starts to follow. I see a man with blond curly hair and green eyes, a bit shorter than me total surfer look especially with that roped choker around his neck with the stall open. I check the stall number first making sure it reads 17, don't want to look creepy going into any other strangers. The fucker Ethan's starts changing once I'm inside closing the door behind me. "Got to make it legit" he smirks
"I looked you up why couldn't I find anything on you, none of your involvement with this club, none on bdsm, no picture nothing" I start shooting questions
"Yeah well, we look after our own. It's not hard to become anybody else" he says shrugging of his linen shirt, he's a bit buff. "I left my name that is and my occupation, whatever it is I want people to find, and hide what I don't want them to see"
"Is that how it is for Ana Wilkes?"
"Ana Wilkes" he laughs "good friend of mine, close actually. I can get you her folder for free"
"Why would she have one? Is she not who she say she is? I ask curious
"We all live a secret life" the bastard winks
"Ana too, is she involved with Esclava? Why aren't Ana's parents disclosed in her background check? What kind of trouble is she in?
"I rather give you the folder and let you see for yourself" Ethan smirks like the cat that ate the canary "But you you're not going to like what you see
"I want the Steele's background as well, federal can't pull shit
"Listen Grey as pleasant as this conversation is, I won't disclose any personal details till I have my money. Money up front and you will get your information. Tic for tac my apologizes but I've been shanked before, you could understand" Ethan waves me off now putting on a pair of pants "well Grey you see we got all types of people in the inside working for us, covering for us... but the Steele's will will cost you.
"Were you and Ana ever involved? I ask a bit defensive
"Nope, but let's just say karma has a way of getting back at people" he grins
"Name your price, but the shit better be worth it"
"I can only assure you that whatever is in that folder is a fucking masterpiece Grey" He laughs out Which pretty much convinces me Ana does have a part in this club. Fuck, maybe what happen to Leila happened to her, no, she was a virgin. Maybe caters who the fuck knows
"I know Elena works there. I kinda have history with her, she will recognize me"
"Elena doesn't work on most weekends. You should be good on those days. Weekends are her shopping days, but I can call you with a price for that privy information as well, just to be on the safe side" the blond bastard winks.
"Why are you doing this Ethan, you work for them?" I'm a bit curious about this. He's just giving them up for a price
"I'm a Dom, I dominant. Once these girls are older they are mine to do with as I please. I don't give a fuck about the rest" he stops and thinks with a sinful chuckle "revenge is the best dish served cold and with a fucking smile" Ethan grins
"Maybe karma will find her way and bite you in the ass...again" I quip leaving
"Once I have the proper paper works I will hand them over myself. No traces of any sorts, you got that Grey" Ethan yells out
A week after I met with Ethan, he has finally called me back on the disposable phone and gave me his bank information and the amount he wanted deposited and where he wants it deposited too. Which has me thinking the fucker has another bank account. I will play nice with him, letting him take the upper hand, but sooner or later that asshole is going down as well. Yeah, he's helping me, but his involvement to this club, his unbiased knowledge of what they do will not go unnoticed. Plus his sounds like a personal vendetta the way he had spoken. Ethan also lets me know Elena won't be there either for a couple of days, she got some training to do. So we make a time to meet again this time in another location so he can give me the folders personally.
After hanging up with the bastard Taylor comes in and hands me an envelope with no address, name what so ever, just my name and address "This came for you" he eyes me curiously taking the envelope from him and opening it. There's a postcard from Georgia, I turn it around to see who might have sent it and I can't breath. Taylor tries to give me mouth to mouth and I push him off and just hand him the phone card exasperated. I see Taylor's eyes widen in horror
The postcard reads "Your little sister Eloise is alive"
A/N: The next chapter will be a repeat of the prolouge and at the bottom there will be a small addition to Esclava
Preview to chapter ten: Prolouge/Esclava
I have yet to see Ana, actually Anastasia her real name. I fucking felon, I was suppose knowing about all this. I can't believe I was dating and having sex with a woman that might be involved with my sisters disappearance. She had to know who I was, maybe to get some information if I knew anything about her families proclivities. Fuck her and her tight pussy, she can't hide forever. I will find you Anastasia Steele and I would gladly lock you up myself.
There are some really gorgeous woman in this place. I thought it might be like a run down place, but it's very rich in taste, sense and style. There are important people in her, a hefty price I had to pay to become a member. I have gotten to know some surgeons, mayors from different states, even priests. They even give us live acts like a regular club. With a shot of whiskey I sit back and enjoy the show somehow trying to fit in like the rest of them.
