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Chapter 10

If anyone was going to help me through mine and Jose's marital problems, it was my mother. Carla Adams had been divorced twice, and married four times. My biological father was her first husband. He died when I was a baby. I don't know the man; to me he is a stranger. Raymond Steele is my father, and also my mother's second husband. She claimed to be a hopeless romantic who loved being in love, but I think it had less to do with being in love, and more about not being alone.

Together we sat in the kitchen. I had my head in my hands as I struggled to control my emotions. My mother was gently rubbing my back and trying to comfort me as I broke down. There was two years' worth of frustrations, hurt, and anger that was finally coming out.

"Ana, Jose is a nice boy. He hasn't mistreated you, has he?"

I shake my head quickly "No, Mum. We're just not happy. We don't talk. We're not intimate with each other. We spend no time together. I can't even remember the last time we kissed or hugged. Ever since Jose Sr. died, Jose has been depressed and he doesn't want to be happy"

"Well…" My mother thinks for a moment "Maybe you should give him an ultimatum?"

I lift my head to look her in the eyes. She hands me a Kleenex to wipe my running nose "Like what?"

"Like…"She is thinking "He has to get help, or you will leave him. Your father and I visited a therapist before we divorced. I don't think you should give up on this relationship so easily; you should try to fix it. You don't want to file for divorce and then realize you've made a huge mistake. You will regret it, Ana. You don't meet men as hard-working and loyal as Jose all the time. Trust me, they're hard to find"

She I am confident that if I divorce him, I won't regret it. I don't want to be twenty-three and already divorced. I don't want to be like my mother and have four marriages under my belt. I had two options right now; I could divorce Jose, or I could make things work with him. My choice was simple.

My mother reaches for my hand and grasps it tightly "I know a wonderful therapist in Seattle who could help you. He helped your father and I-"

"How did he help you? You still divorced my father?"

"Yes…it didn't work in the end, but I think it could help you and Jose"

I don't want to be with Jose. I know that. I know what I want for my future, and it doesn't involve Jose. I need my mother to realize that "Mum…"

Carla quickly sits up "Just listen" She tells me "I have experience when it comes to marriage and divorce. You're angry at him right now, and you're upset but you should wait before you make any decision. I don't think anything good can come from you and Jose divorcing"

I hear my phone vibrating on the table. I reach for it and see a text from Kate. Oh god, I was meant to message her and tell her where I was. I haven't spoken to her since last night. I was meaning to message her today but with everything going on, I forgot. I will text her later and let her know that I was home again.

I put my phone aside and turn my attention back to my mother. "Mum, Jose wants to focus all his attention on the store. He wants to dedicated our life to the store. He wants me to either work at the store or be a housewife. I don't want either of those things. In five years I want a career in publishing. I want an apartment in the city. I want a group of friends that I go out with on Friday night. I want to travel the world!"

"You give that life up when you get married. It's not all about you anymore. You have to consider what your partner wants and-"

"I have! I have put him first for the past two years!" I stand from the small round table. I look down to my mother "I want to be selfish. I want to do things for me. I don't want to be tied down in a relationship that is going nowhere…"

"You're going to regret this, Anastasia" My mother stood up to stare into my eyes "You're too young to understand this. You don't have the life experience to understand the gravity of the decision that you're making. You should listen to someone who knows what they're talking about. You will regret this!"

I want to scream at her that I won't regret this. I want her to understand that I am serious about my decision. Even if I did want to make this relationship work, I don't think Jose did. Due to my carelessness, he knows that I spent the night with Christian. I doubt that he wants anything to do with me right now.

The best thing I can do is just go to bed. I don't want to get into a fight with my mother. "It's getting late. I should go to bed"

"Okay, Sweetheart" She smiles and nods her head "We'll talk in the morning"

Great.

I knew what I wanted and now I needed to get it. I didn't know where to start when it came to separating or divorcing someone, I need my mother's help with that. I have to hope that she will help me and not try to change my mind. I need to find a job in the city, and find somewhere to stay.

Since I couldn't sleep, I sat up in bed with my laptop on my lap. I was looking over my resume. I updated it and tried to make it look appealing. I found the website of a publishing company based in Seattle. There was only one here in Washington. There were smaller companies based all over America that I could apply for. I emailed my resume to the company Seattle Independent Publishing. I may not hear anything back from them, or I might get a job. It was worth trying.

Out of curiosity I searched for publishing companies around the world. There was multiple in Canada that I could apply to. There was also one in Australia. The one that caught my eyes though was a company based in London. It wasn't a big company, but they had signed some popular Young Adult Fiction books. The company was called Michaelson's Publishing. On the website I saw that they had an internship program. There was no harm in applying for it.

I shut the lid of my laptop and put it on the bedside table. I grabbed my phone and looked for Kate's number. It was ten at night and I hoped she'd still be awake. I needed to tell her about what happened between Christian and me last night.

I dialled her number. It rang, and rang. Finally she answered sounding breathless "Hello…Elliot, get off me…Hello?"

"Kate?"

"Steele? Oh my god, where have you been? I have been worrying about you all day. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"At home. It's kind of a long story…"

I told her about leaving the club with Christian and going home with him as well. I told her about me having sex with him. I told her about my mother showing up at the house and me being forced to come home. I also told her about the text I sent to Jose and the fight we had. I told her about my mother trying to convince me to stay in the marriage. Thankfully, she listened to it all. She didn't mutter a word until after I was done.

After I finished, I heard her let out a breath and say "Well, Shit"

"My thoughts exactly"

"So, you had crazy, hot, sex with Christian Grey in the back of an SUV…"

"Yes and why is that the part that you're focusing on?"

She laughs "Because it is so unlike you, Steele. I always knew you were a closeted freak, who'd have thought that Christian Grey would bring that out of you. Honestly, I always thought that he was asexual. He never seemed interested in sex…with anyone"

"What is asexual?"

"Oh you know, someone who isn't attracted to anyone. They don't crave sex with anyone. I did a story about it last month. I always thought that Christian fit the description of asexual perfectly"

"Well, he is not…at all. Can we get back on topic please? I need advice"

"No you don't"

"Yes, I do. That's the whole reason I am calling. I need your honest opinion. Do you think I am doing the right thing by divorcing Jose without trying therapy? My mother doesn't think so and-"

"And the last time I checked it was your name on the marriage certificate, not hers. You know what you need to do, Steele. You don't need someone to hold your hand and guide you through it. You know what you want" She tells me "Jose is like a band aid, it is better to just rip it off and get it over with. The longer you prolong it, the more it's going to hurt"

"Listen, I don't know much when it comes to marriage and divorce, but I do know you. You are my best friend, Steele. I want you to have the biggest, happiest, most fulfilled, life possible. If you think that you can have that with Jose, then I'll support you. No matter what you choose, I am here"

That's what I needed to hear to make this easier. My marriage is over, I know that. I need to rip Jose out of my life like the Band-Aid that he is. "I will support you; even if that means you want to be with Money-Bags. God, I can't stand him"

I laugh "He isn't that bad…"

"Maybe not to you. To the rest of the world he is a major ass" She laughs with me "I have to go, Elliot is getting antsy. Stop worrying so much, Steele. You know what you need to do"

My Sunday went by uneventfully. I stayed in with my mum and tried to talk to her about Jose. Every time I brought it up she'd shut me up by changing the subject. She'd remind me of how great Jose is and that I wouldn't find a man like him again. She was looking for any excuse for me to stay in the marriage. I realized that she didn't care if Jose and I were unhappy; all she cared about was me being married. She wanted to tell the women at the country club back home how her daughter is married, owns a house, and a business. She wanted to live in La La Land where everything is perfect.

I don't know how Bob puts up with her.

On Monday morning I woke up after dreaming about Christian. It wasn't a sex dream, it was just…a dream. He was dancing with me and his eyes were only on me in a room full of people. He told me how beautiful I was. He kissed me with so much passion, it made my knees weak. Then I woke up. I felt empty when I woke up. I missed him.

He told me I could call him if I needed anything.

I was hesitant about calling him. I didn't want to annoy him, but I really wanted to hear his voice. Even if we only talked for a few minutes, I'd be happy. I quickly tapped on his number without another minute of hesitation. I put my phone to my ear and listened to it ring.

My heart was racing in my chest.

After only two rings he answered in his cool, calm, controlled voice "Anastasia?"

"Hi…"I didn't know what I was going to say now. "…Are you busy?"

"No" He says "What's wrong?"

"Nothing" I can feel myself smiling. "I just wanted to talk to you"

"I hoped you'd call" His voice is low. It makes my insides melt when he talks in that sexy voice "I haven't been able to get you out of my head. You are making me a crazed man, Anastasia"

"Jose and I are done" I blurt out. I don't know why I am telling him, but I want him to know. "He walked out on Saturday night. He knew you and I were together and…it's a long story. Basically, he knows I spent the night with you and now we are done. At least I think we're done, we haven't really talked…Sorry, I am rambling again"

I hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone "You're lucky I find it so adorable"

"Adorable? I didn't think that was a word that Christian Grey knew" I tease him.

"It wasn't until I met you"

"You're so cheesy"

He is quiet for a moment "What did your mother want?"

I sigh "I don't know what she wants. I never know. She is staying for the week while her husband is San Diego. I have to stay here while she is here"

"I understand. I don't like it, but I understand. God, I wish you were here with me"

"I wish I was there with you. I know it's silly, but, I miss you"

He doesn't respond. It freaks me out because I think I have just scared him off by being too forward with him. Every moment that he doesn't answer, it freaks me out more and more. Finally, I hear his voice on the other end of the phone "I am coming over"

I sit up straight in bed "What?"

"I am coming over. Right now"

"You…You can't come here, Christian!" I panic "My mother is here. She doesn't know about you and I don't want to have that conversation with her right now. You can't come here, Christian"

"I'll be there in thirty minutes"

"Did you even listen to me!?"

"Yes, and I am not coming inside. I am not going to meet your mother" I can hear the sound of a car unlocking. "I have been going insane waiting for you to call me. I am not going to wait another week for your mother to leave. I am coming over"

He hangs up the phone leaving me speechless. I don't know what he wants to do considering that he doesn't want to come inside, yet he is coming over. God, he is confusing. I throw my legs out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I need to freshen up at least. I brush my teeth and gargle mouth wash. I brush through my long hair and decide to leave it out. I return to the bedroom and take off my ripped T-shirt. I put on a loose tank top instead. I looked at my bare, basic, cotton panties and decided to put on something sexier. The nicest underwear I owned was a pair of lace boyshorts that had been a gift from my aunt on my last birthday.

I put on a pair of loose Yoga pants. I wanted to look as if I had just rolled out of bed. I didn't want him to think that I put any effort into my look. I went into the bathroom and sprayed perfume onto my neck. I looked down to my hand and saw my wedding ring still sitting on my finger. I had already broken my vows to Jose so it didn't seem right to wear my ring. I pulled it off my finger. I put it in the bathroom cabinet beside a tube of toothpaste and Jose's sleeping pills.

From my bed I watched as a black car with tinted windows pulled up opposite my house. I knew it was Christian. I quietly crept out of the bedroom. I felt so naughty. I felt like a teenager sneaking out for the first time. I tip-toed down the hallway and quietly pushed open the door to the spare bedroom. My mother was fast asleep in bed snoring away.

With a smile, I snuck out the front door.

I walked across the street, my neighbour Patsy was on her front porch in her dressing gown. She was collecting her morning paper. I kept my head down and pretended that I hadn't seen her. She watched as I crossed the quiet street and got into the strange, black car.

"Morning" Christian says with a child-like smile. He seemed happy this morning. He was dressed in an expensive grey suit. It didn't matter what he was wearing, he always managed to look sexy. He could be only wearing a loin cloth, and he'd still have this effect on me…Actually, him in a loin cloth would be really sexy. He turns the keys in the ignition and I feel the car start "Sleep well?"

"Great…Where are you taking me?"

"I don't know" He shrugs his shoulders.

"Are you kidnapping me?"

He smirks "No" His grey eyes glance over to me "You got in the car willingly, Ana. Where do you want to go? We could go to breakfast? We could go back to The Fairmont? We could go to Italy?"

"Italy!?"

"Yep, anywhere in the world, Baby"

I smile "I think breakfast will be fine. Don't you have to work? You have that big company to run and millions of dollars to play with"

He shrugs his shoulders "It won't burn down if I take a day off"

We stopped at an IHOP. It was strange to see Christian sitting there in the booth with his tailored suit ordering a plate of pancakes. He looked so professional. I wish I had worn something nicer, or at least put on some makeup. He was in a very happy, playful mood. I loved this Christian…well…I loved this side of Christian. I can't be in love with a man I've only known for a month. Can I? I barely know him; yet, I feel more for him than I ever did for Jose. It's funny how that works.

The restaurant was mostly empty. There was an older man sitting at a table reading the newspaper. There was a father with his two sons at one table. Christian kept glancing in their direction. "My Grandfather Theodore use to take me to IHOP every Saturday"

He was opening up to me…

"Saturday was our day. Elliot and Mia both had soccer and I always hated going to their games, so my grandfather would take me here instead"

"Why didn't you play?"

He smirks "I punched the opposing goalie in the face once" He sees my shocked reaction "What! He was asking for it. He was being obnoxious every time his team scored and I didn't like it"

I laugh "I think you're just a sore-looser"

He shrugs his shoulders "What can I say, I don't like losing. Then there were a few other instances. By my third fight the coach had to kick me off the team. My Grandfather found it hilarious. He told me the other kids were all a bunch of pussies and that he was proud that I wasn't a coward like them"

"He sounds like a great guy…" I sarcastically say.

"He was. He would've liked you"

I never think before I speak. I stupidly blurt out "Is he dead?" Christian nods his head "Sorry" I quickly say "That was insensitive. I shouldn't have just blurted that out. I don't think before I speak. It's the foot-in-mouth syndrome-"

"Its fine, Anastasia" For a moment I think he is going to close himself off from me again. He goes silent before finally he continues speaking "He died about eight months before my mother. He was ninety and passed peacefully in his sleep"

"Like your mother? I heard that she had an aneurism in her sleep?" He seems confused by what I said "Kate told me that's what happened. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I shouldn't have brought it up"

Christian nods his head "Yes, she had an aneurism in her sleep" He scoots across the booth until he is standing "I am going to get something to drink, do you want anything?"

I shake my head and quietly decline.

After breakfast we drove around. He offered to drive me home but I wasn't ready to leave. I sent my mother a text and told her that I had errands to run and that I'd be home later. Christian and I had no plans for the day; we were just driving around and talking about nothing of importance. He asked me about High School and I told him that I changed schools multiple times due to my mother's marriages. He told me that he would get in a lot of trouble at school for fighting. We talked about mundane things that would probably bore the rest of the world, but interested us. I just wanted to know more about him.

As we drove we passed Rodriguez Hardware. We both went quiet as we passed the store. It was locked up, and Jose's truck wasn't out the front. I thought he'd be there today. I had no idea where he was or where he was staying. I hope he is using some of our five-hundred-thousand-dollars to stay in a hotel room. I don't want him sleeping in his truck.

Christian picks up on my quietness "What's wrong?"

"I thought he'd be there today. I haven't spoken to him since Saturday night, I am worried about him" I can see on Christian's face that he doesn't like that "He was one of my closest friends once. I am always going to care for him. I don't want anything bad to happen to him"

"I'd rather not talk about your husband, Anastasia. In my mind he doesn't exist"

"Well…he does. Legally, I am married to the man and if that is an issue for you then-"

Christian sighs in frustration "It's not an issue, well it is, but it's not going to stop me from being with you" His grey eyes meet mine for a moment "I don't like sharing. I don't like the idea of you being with someone else. I fucking hate the idea, actually. It drove me insane when you went home to him on Saturday. He doesn't deserve you, Ana"

"What do you mean he doesn't deserve me? You don't even know him, Christian. You've never met him. You don't get to sit there and judge a man you know nothing about!"

I hear him mumble under his breath "I know more about him than you do"

"What the hell is that meant to mean?"

Christian shakes his head "Nothing, Ana. It means nothing. Can we just stop talking about him?"

"Fine" I put my elbow against the car door and rest my head on my hand. "Maybe you should just take me home?"

"No" He says "I have taken the day off work to be with you and that's what I am going to do. I am going to spend the day with you, Anastasia"

He drove me to property outside of the city. I had no idea where we were going. I wasn't speaking much on the way there. I wanted him to know I was still mad. I don't think he noticed. As he drove, his hand moved from the gear-stick to the inside of my thigh. He held my leg with one hand while the other rested on the steering wheel. His eyes were focused on the traffic in front of him. He was whistling along to the song Get Lucky by Daft Punk. I should've slapped his hand away, but secretly I liked it.

We didn't do anything, we just drove. There was silence between us, but it wasn't an awkward silence that I felt like I needed to fill. It was nice to just sit there with him and admire the passing scenery. I kept looking at him in the driver's seat and admiring him. This was the first time that I had ever seen him so relaxed. I liked it. I liked this laidback Christian.

We were out of the city and driving down a dense forest road. I had no idea where we were but Christian seemed to know where he was going. He drove over a small wooden bridge that could barely fit one car. He pulled over onto the side of the road and turned off his car engine.

"Let's go" He had already unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, Christian" He jogged around the front of the car and opened the passenger door. He held his hands out to me. I take them as I step out of the low car "Where are we going?"

"I want to show you something"

I glance around our location. We are in the middle of nowhere. Tall pine trees surrounded us. There wasn't another car insight. The only noise I could hear was the gentle rustle of the trees as they swayed in the breeze. I turn my attention back to Christian who can see my apprehension "Trust me"

He pushed a tree branch away to reveal a dirt path through the forest. We walked hand in hand along the path. The deeper into the forest that we walked, the more freaked out I became. I was scared that we were going to get lost out here in the remote wilderness. Christian insisted that he knew where he was taking me. I followed his lead. The trees began to thin out and I could hear running water. The trail ended at an old wharf that looked out to a large lake. It was beautiful.

Christian stepped onto the wharf and I heard it creak under his weight. It looked like the wood was going to cave in at any moment. He motioned for me to join him.

"How do you know about this place?" I asked.

"My father would take my brother and I fishing here" He explains "Elliot and I didn't really care about fishing. We'd poke each other with sticks and chase each other through the woods. My father would always tell us that this was our place. It was our secret place and no girls were allowed to know about it"

I smile "What about me?"

Christian smiles and wraps his hands around my waist. He pulls me into his body "You're an exception to the rule" He says in that low, sexy voice. "Anyway, Elliot broke the rule years ago. This was his favourite make-out spot when he was a teenager"

"What about you?" I ask out of curiosity "Was this your make-out spot as well?"

He shakes his head quickly "No. I wasn't…I wasn't that kind of teenager. I didn't have girlfriends and all that bullshit"

I found that hard to believe. He seemed very experienced when it came to sex. I don't believe that he has never had a girlfriend, and I definitely don't believe that he was a virgin before me. Maybe he was a one-night-stand kind of guy?

He moves around my body until he is standing behind me. His arms wrap around my waist and he leans down to my ear. He points to the other side of the lake where there was more forest. Peeking out from behind the trees was houses. They were well hidden in the forest, you could only see them if you really looked.

I could feel his breath against my neck; it made a rush of shivers run up my body "You see those houses over there?" I slowly nod my head "Do you see the grey one with glass windows?"

I could just see it through the trees "Yes"

"Well, if you look to the right you can see a clearing of trees. You may be able to see an old house there" I nod my head again "I own that one"

I turn to face him "You own that house?"

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Well…" How do I put this? "It's the smallest one there. I thought you'd have a modern, technologically-advanced, mansion on the water. You don't seem like the type of man who'd want a house like that"

"You're right; I don't want a house like that. I don't give a fuck about the house. All I care about is the location and the view. I want to retire here on The Sound. I want to live out the last of my days as a grumpy, old, recluse"

"You already are a grumpy, old, recluse – Ahhh!" He tickled my ribs causing me to squeal and giggle. I turned around in his arms again and looked up to his happy face. When he was really smiling, he was ten times handsomer to me. "I never thought I'd meet a man like you, Christian Grey. You're a good man…even if you don't think so…"

"You won't think that once you know certain things about me"

"Unless you are a serial killer or have a dead clown in the trunk of your car, nothing is going to scare me away. I am tough; you'd be surprised at what I can handle"

He nods his head. His head tips up to look at the sky "It's starting to get overcast. We should get back to the car before it starts raining"

Carla Adams had been beside herself all day with worry. She had no idea where her daughter was. All she had to go by was a text that Ana sent. The text didn't tell Carla where she was or who she was with. All Anastasia had said was "Had errands to do. Will be home later. X"

Carla didn't think much of it at first, but as the hours ticked over, the more worried she became. It was unlike Ana to disappear for the day. She had changed a lot since the last time Carla had seen her. It was like she was only now going through her rebellious stage that most girls experience when they're sixteen. She was going out clubbing, disappearing for hours, no wonder she is having marriage problems with Jose. She obviously doesn't want to be tied down.

Carla had called Jose to ask if he had seen her daughter, but he didn't answer his phone. When Carla stepped outside to collect the mail, Ana's neighbour Patsy had been watering her garden. She was a nosy, old, hag who was always sitting outside or working on her garden. She liked to spy on the other neighbours.

"Good morning, Patsy!" Carla called out and waved "Beautiful day isn't it. I think it is meant to rain later. It's always raining here in Seattle; I do not miss this weather. It is absolutely beautiful over in Savanah!"

"Is your daughter home?" Patsy asked.

"No…actually she hasn't been home all morning. She is out running errands"

"I saw her get in a man's car this morning. It was a fancy looking car, too. I didn't realize she and Jose had that kind of money…"

Everything made sense to Carla now. Ana had come home on Saturday looking as if she had a long night. She and Jose had a loud argument before he walked out. Ana had no interest in fixing her marriage. It all clicked together for Carla. The reason Ana was acting so strangely was because she was having an affair!

Carla sat in the lounge room waiting for Ana to come home. She was going to have a stern talk with her daughter about what she was doing. She had a great husband, a nice house, a business, why would she throw that away for a pointless affair? It was very unlike her daughter. It was a good thing that Carla had shown up when she had.

It was five in the afternoon when she heard the car pull up. She moved from the lounge and walked to the window. She brushed the curtain away from the window to peek outside. She watched as a tall, copper hair man stepped out of the car. It was a fancy car. It looked expensive; Bob could probably tell Carla what kind of car it was. She watched as the man moved to the passenger side. He opened the door and helped Ana out.

Carla quickly stood and moved to the front door. She quietly opened it and watched as the strange man wrapped his arms around Ana. He was leaning in closely to her. Her hands were tightly wrapped around his bicep as she smiled up at him.

"I had fun today" Carla heard Ana say "Thank you for distracting me…"

She had planned to come out here and interrupt them, but as she watched them, she knew she couldn't break them up. Ana was looking at him with one of the happiest smiles that Carla had ever seen. Her daughter was looking at this man as if she were in love with him.

"Hello?"

Both Ana and the man spun around to face Carla standing on the front porch. Ana quickly stepped away from the man "Mum…umm…this is Christian. He is a friend of mine"

A friend. Carla doubted that he was just a friend of Ana's.

"Christian" She nods "I am Carla Adams, Ana's mother"

"It's a pleasure to meet you" He had a charming smile. He was a very handsome young man "I have heard a lot about you" He looks back to Ana and quietly told her "I should go"

Ana nods her head quickly. Carla didn't want him to leave; she wanted to know more about this man. "I have dinner in the oven" She tells them "I made a roast chicken; it would be a waste for only Ana and I to eat it. Why don't you stay for dinner?"

"I…" He looked unsure of what to say. He looked to Ana again who was shaking her head. "I really should go. I have a business call to make to China"

Carla wasn't going to let him leave. "You're a friend of my daughter, and my daughter doesn't have many friends. Why don't you stay for dinner?"

Jose Rodriguez laid in the double bed with his back against the wooden headboard. He could hear the neighbours next door arguing and yelling at each other. He could hear the sound of the traffic outside the open window. He had forgotten how loud it was in the city. He did miss the noise.

He watched from the bed as Allister stood in the bathroom shirtless and shaving his jaw. He was whistling a song as he focused on shaving. He didn't have a care in the world. He didn't live with the anxiety or inner turmoil that Jose lived with. He didn't live with the guilt or the hatred that Jose experienced.

Jose ran a hand through his long dark hair "So, are you really going out on a date tonight?"

Allister nods his head "Yep. I have been seeing Harvey for a few weeks now. I am not going to call off the date because you don't want me to go" He grins at Jose "You want me to bring him home tonight?"

"Fuck off" Jose rolls his eyes "You know that I am not like that"

Allister just laughs. He puts the shaver on the basin. He wiped his jaw down with a towel and threw it on the basin. He left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. He stood at the end of the bed and stared at Jose. "I am all for not putting labels on people. Lots of women have lesbian experiences in college, it doesn't make them a lesbian. We all have a little bit of gay in us, just some people are more open about it"

Jose nods "Exactly, so I am not like you"

"Okay" Allister shrugs "Sure"

"I am not!"

He bent down to pick up his T-shirt. He pulled it over his head "I am not going to argue with you about it, Jose. You always tell me that you're not like me, that you're not like that. I am over trying to help you"

"Maybe I am…bi-sexual" Jose says.

"Maybe you are" Allister reaches for his jeans "Or maybe you don't want to disappoint your father. We all know how much he hated me and my lifestyle. If I had a father like him I would be afraid to come out of the closet, too"

Once his jeans were pulled up around his waist, he walked to the bed and quickly kissed Jose, taking him by surprise. "I'll be home later" He smiled and winked at Jose "Don't wait up for me"

Yes, Jose is gay! So many of you guessed that correctly!

So, What do you think will happen at the dinner? Will Carla behave?

What do you think of the longer chapter?

Review and let me know what you think :)