Chapter 10: Drives me Crazy

I'm sorry this took long to get out to you. I have had two unexpected funerals in the last week and I have one more to go to. I promise the next chapter will be up by Saturday.

Ana

It has been a month since I kicked Christian's butt in Super Mario Smash. I still laugh every time I picture him pouting because of my win. Since that day Christian and I have been seeing a lot of each other while I see less and less of Michael. Michael's behavior has been the craziest I have ever seen. He will invite me lunch, to the mall, I will be ready to go to our normal galas and fundraisers….and then I get to the destination and he will just bail on me. He always apologizes and tries to explain how busy work is getting to him. He keeps talking about this mysterious project but so far I haven't even seen a prototype for it.

The craziest thing about all of this is that he has sent Christian in his place. How he has convinced Christian to take his place I have no idea. I swear it's the weirdest thing, instead of complaining about Christian's control freak ways now all of a sudden the guy walks on water to him. I'm still confused because even though they have a business partnership these events have nothing to do with business minus some of the galas. Surprisingly Christian is actually really great company. He's charming and attentive and…distracting. When Christian and I are hanging out he this way of making me feel like we're the only two people in the world.

Last week we were at a carnival and that was a worldly experience in itself. This was Christians first time at a Carnival and I wanted to make it worthwhile. We spent the whole day getting on rides and playing the games they had to offer. I think Christian is competitive no matter where he is or he just doesn't like to lose. Either way I ended up with a whole new collection of stuffed animals that he won for me. I also convinced Christian to taste his first corndog, cotton candy and caramel popcorn. He also ended up with his first ever stomach ache. Later that night Christian also got his very first dose of pepto bismal. And it's sad to say but he can even pull off sick.

I don't know if my body can stand being around Christian. It's almost like his presence alone can get my panties wet. I have absolutely no idea what is going on with my body but I know it wants him and that in beyond itself is scary for me. I thought he ruined that for me but Christian is living proof that that is not the case. Everything about him is a sexual fantasy and I am willingly to run around in his wonderland.

The best part about Christian is that he seems unaware of the devastation he leaves us females. If he is aware he doesn't seem to notice the drools and batting lashes that seem to accompany us wherever we go. I swear it seems like he only has eyes for me and I have to admit that sends a little tingle down my spine but these days I'm always tingling. The slightest touch from Christian leaves me a shivering mess and now a days I have to pretend I'm damn anemic just to play his touch off.

Even though (and I can't believe I'm admitting it) I love spending time with Christian I miss my best friend to death. Michael and I have never spent this much apart and it's starting to truly bother me. I don't know what's going on with him but I swear I plan to get some answers!

"Sis!"

Speak of the fucking devil!

I storm towards the living room like a woman on a mission. I have moved from being hurt to just mad as hell.

"Oh so now you have time for me?" I wanted to scowl at him but it just turns into a pout. I should have closed my eyes before I saw him so I could stay mad at him. Michael has always been my weak spot.

"I'm so sorry love. I have just been truly working my ass off. I promise once I'm done with this project things will be better than ever." Michael slides his arms around me and guides me towards the coach.

"Now tell how things have been going with long, tone and well endowed." I instantly blush scarlet. I won't even ask how the hell he knows that. He's probably been checking Christian out every damn chance he gets. Hell I truly don't blame him.

"Things are going…" I bite my lip and start cleaning my fingers nails trying to act as nonchalant as I can.

Michael gives me a look that lets me know I'm failing horribly at the task.

"Well I'm glad they're going because I need a favor from you." Michael suddenly turns puppy dog eyes on me complete with full pouty bottom lip.

Oh this is going to be good.

"I shouldn't be doing you any favors. If anything you're supposed to be begging for my forgiveness." Michael rolls his eyes and let's rip a loud snort at my statement.

"Oh please Ana you and I both know you can't stay mad at me, not that I use that to my advantage. I know that I have MIA but I promise you that I am working on something that will benefit all of us." He turns to me and looks me directly in my eyes. "Trust me?"

I smile at him and I say what I have said since we were kids. "With my life."

Michael gives me his special smile saved specially for me. I don't know what is going on in his quirky mind but I will just have to be patient and find out.

"Now what I can I do for you sir?"

Christian

I am sitting behind my desk looking over spreadsheets before I have to get ready for the Bridge for Kids fundraiser. This along with Coping Together are the only two fundraisers that I make an appearance at and that's only because I don't want to disappoint my mother or see whether her threats are real or not. Besides it's for a good cause, The Bridge for Kids foundation works specifically with kids and their families who have gone through a traumatic experience. They are the people that pick up the broken pieces and try to put them back together. I pack up everything I need and I hit the elevator to go home.

I haul ass to my shower and almost trip over my own two feet when I notice something out of my peripheral. I rub my eyes just to make sure that they are not playing a cruel trick on me and the gods are truly in my favor at what they have brought before me.

Anastasia down on her knees crawling underneath my bed, for what I have no idea. She doesn't seem to have noticed me yet so I clear my throat in order in to get her attention which causes her to accidently hit her head on bed rails.

"Ouch! Oh Christian I'm sorry I meant to be gone by the time you got here but I dropped my ring and it rolled under your bed."

I swear I'm worried about my brain cells dying from lack of oxygen around this woman. She looks absolutely magnificent in a royal blue strapless gown. The gown hugs her breast and waste perfectly as if the designer sewed the dress right on her. The dress flares out at her knees and lands perfectly to the side giving me a glimpse of her 6 inch royal blue stilettos that instantly makes the last of my circulating blood head down south with the rest of it. Her hair is curled, piled on top of her hair in the sexiest up do I have ever seen.

"CHRISTIAN!"

"Huh?" Great Grey is huh the best you can do?

"Christian I've been calling you for the last two minutes are you okay?" She turns around to grab something off my desk and holy fucking shit! The damn dress is backless! Has she lost her damn mind wearing a dress like that around me? How much restraint does she expect a man to have?

It's bad enough that I wait to spend every single moment I can with her. In the beginning I purposely changed Michael's schedule around in hopes that he would let Anastasia show me some more of his projects in a pathetic attempt to get just one more minute of one on one time alone with her.

I didn't have to scheme that hard though. Michael has been practically begging me to take her places in his absence saying that he really has to focus on his new project. I couldn't believe my ears the first time he asked me. I couldn't accept quickly enough. If I didn't know any better I swear I would think that man wanted to set me up with his wife. Whatever the fuck this is it has worked in my favor. I swear I can't go a day without my fix of her.

I have studied her every laugh, every giggle, every frown, every wrinkle, every blush, how likes to eat ice cream with her shoes off and how her toes curl with every agonizing lick. How she loves to ride with the window down just to feel the wind in her hair. How she has to eat hot food on the left side of her mouth because she has a sensitive tooth on the far right side of her mouth. How her cute little nose wrinkles when she reads something in a book she doesn't like. How when she drinks her tea her tongue always makes it to her cup before her lips.

And to go on the top of the fucking list is the fact she has dimples right above each luscious cheek of her ass. I look her eyes and she's looking at me like I'm crazy. Oh yeah, I never did answer her did I?

"I'm fine Anastasia I'm just surprised. What are you doing in my room?" Shit that came out way huskier than I meant it to. To my absolute delight though it makes her blush and her pupils have dilated.

"Um…Michael sent me over to set up your new smart desk before the fundraiser."

"Is Michael accompanying you to the fundraiser today?" I pull out my phone to check to see if I missed a text from him asking me to take her. I frown when I see he's sent nothing.

"He's going to meet me there, he had a breakthrough with his project. I hope he actually shows I've missed him lately." She looks like she's upset and I feel like a dick for being happy that he's such a shitty husband.

"Michael would be an idiot to miss how you look tonight. Why don't you ride with me and I'll keep you company until he gets there." I hope the fucker doesn't come but then again I hope he does. I would do anything to see her smile. Even let her get swept off her feet by her damn husband.

"Sure that would be great!" And then it happens… She smiles her special smile. There's nothing in this world that I like best than seeing Anastasia smile that smile. I love how her eyes shine brighter than normal, how her dimples come out on her cheeks and one on her chin. I swear she has an aura around her that I can't ignore.

"Great let me just get dressed and we'll leave in 10 minutes. By the way you look sensational." Anastasia blushes and bites that fuckable bottom lip. Christ there's a million and one ways she drives me crazy and she knows how to hit every single last button.

"You don't look too bad yourself Grey." She winks at me and leaves me to get dressed. I stare after her even after the door has closed.

Anastasia

As were pulling up to Dr. Trevelyan's house my mouth drops open in surprise. She has gone all out and spared no expense and I am in awe of the transformation the place has taken. There are cherry blossom trees lined strategically around the yard and their leaves seem to fall in elegant grace around the guest. There are pounds lined around the yard and garden that have beautiful swans swimming amongst us. They are almost fluent in their motion of each other as if they have their own dance to abide to.

Floating amongst us are butterflies of every nature and on closure inspection I notice that they are Michael's key designs. The drive way leading up to the stairs are made of deep silver stones in a spectacular spiral pattern. The walls of the house is covered in vines that house pink and white roses blending in beautifully with the Cherry blossom trees. There is soft classical musical being played in the background although I can't see where the music is coming from. The grass seems to be covered in something that makes it twinkle as we walk, but that's not what has my mouth still open.

I am literally walking among thousands of stars. They are shining just bright enough that they don't blind you but still they are amazing all on their own. Each star seems to be unique and has its own sparkle to it. They are literally floating amongst us and I can't see what's holding them up. I reach out to touch one and I am amazed when it floats gently out of my reach. I go back to try to grab it and it once again it floats out of my reach.

"Ana" I turn around to see why Christian called me only to be shocked when a tiny bright star lands in Christian's hand. While sitting in his hand the star starts to turn a royal blue. I reach out for it and it lands in my palm and actually snuggles up to my thumb. I giggle and turn to Christian with questioning eyes.

"Michael made these especially for this event. Each star represents a guest and the kids this organization has helped. This star is your star."

I am usually stunned by what Michael can dream up but wow. Suddenly a bigger star comes and lands in my hand and settles right beside my star. It is more rugged looking and when settled starts to turn a deep grey. I smile at the stars and throw them back in the air where they float away alongside each other.

"Shall we" Christian grabs my hand and I feel that tingle slither its way up my arm again. I don't know why he's the only one that evokes that reaction out of me but I swear one day I will find out.

I look at Christian in all his sexy glory wearing a tux that screams it was made for just him. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower he took earlier and as he moves closure I can get a whiff of his scent. I swear he has the most unique scent ever. It smell like fresh wood, and cinnamon and…home. Whenever I'm around Christian I feel like I'm safe at home and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

I close my eyes and realize as we're standing outside in our very own wonderland I don't want to go in just yet. I want to pretend that out here there are no rules and no consequences. Where we can give in to our hearts desires. Where I can take the blue pill and see how far the rabbit hole goes. Where I can close my eyes and pull him close and give in to see just how wonderful his lips would feel against mine. Where I can pretend that my past is not my past and he didn't fuck my mind up for all men. Where Christian actually has a chance of breaking down my barriers and winning.

I open my eyes and look at Christian smiling the smile I save only for him because he's the only that can evoke it out of me. Maybe we'll have another chance to visit Wonderland but right now is not the time to get lost in fantasies. Now is the time to play the part that my best friend has asked of me. "Let's go"

Sorry for the typos I just really wanted to get this out to you guys.