Haunted- Beyonce

Ch:10-London Part 1

CPOV

"We shall be landing in 10 minutes, I request everyone to buckle up. Hopefully this landing will be a smooth one." The speakers blasted with the pilot's voice.

Buckling up, I think of Ana. I can't wait to get to her. But will she be angry that I showed up unannounced? Will she think that I ruined her trip? No, why would she do that? In fact, if I remember correctly, she had asked me to come with her. But due to some unwanted meetings I couldn't go with her. So should she be pissed if I surprised her? Well, it's too damn late, I am already here.

I'm staring out the window, at the passing clouds when sudden apprehension grips me. I feel a strange sense of foreboding and suddenly my heart falls to my stomach. I look outside and see that we are descending so, I ignore the feeling, blaming it on the sudden change in altitude.

Walking down the steps, the grin falls from my face and I feel my body going into overdrive with rage when I see the hovering figure standing at the bottom of the stairs that lead out of the aircraft. What the fuck is he doing here?

"Why the fuck are you here?" Sawyer visibly flinches at my tone, "Aren't you supposed to be with Ana?"

"Sir, Taylor…." He trails off. I turn around and stare pointedly at Taylor.

"Sir, there's been an issue with the cars here. So, I needed sawyer to bring us a car. We left in such haste, and Prescott is with An- Ms. Steele." I don't say anything as he finishes because I do trust Taylor's careful planning, but there's this feeling, this annoying nagging feeling at the back of my mind that something's wrong. That something ba… I don't even want to finish the thought.

The drive back to the hotel is a long one. Whether it was my excitement to see Ana, or the cold anger still radiating off me, making both Taylor and Sawyer shudder, or whether it the anxious feeling I had in the pit of my stomach, that made the ride as long as it seemed. After a short eternity, we park outside a fancy looking hotel. Ana, really has good taste, though, that logic wouldn't explain why she loves me. I mean… I change my train of thoughts and instead think of how to wake Ana up.

It's almost midnight here. So, she should be asleep. Maybe I can wake her up with my tongue shoved deep in her core, or my lips sealed upon those pink pert pebbles. Both the ideas seem equally inviting, and I instantly find myself getting hard at the thought of it. Damn it, not now boy! Down Grey, down.

I am preoccupied in my thoughts, so I don't see his body in front of me, accidentally slamming into Sawyer.

Grunting in pain, I look at Sawyer, to apologize for my clumsiness. Yes. Yes, I'm rude with my staff and all that but I do have manners. I'm not a fucking caveman, well at least not unless it concerns Ana. A look at Sawyer and he is staring at me with a very complicated look on his face. A combination of emotion, somewhere between scared, fury and confusion has been embedded on his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask him. He immediately tenses up, standing up straighter hinting that I'm not going to like this. Not going to like this at the fuck all. But Sawyer doesn't say anything. Just continues to stare at me with unseeing eyes. And then all of a sudden he lets everything out in a breath "Sir… its Prescott and well, and Jack, um, Ana..."

I don't bother hearing anything else. Having lost control over my feet, I let them carry me to my destination. To my Ana. Shit! Ana. Ana. Ana. I chant her name like a prayer, in my head, hoping that this whole thing will be a dream. Just one ugly realistic nightmare, among the numerous ugly nightmares I have on a daily basis.

I feel two pairs of feet running behind as I sprint through the lobby of the hotel. I feel as if I am underwater. Everything seems muted in front of the sound of blood rushing to my ears and my heart beating faster than a freaking horse inside my rib cage. I extend out my hand in between the almost closing doors of the elevators stopping it before it closes all the way through. I silently thank my quick reflexes. Taylor and Sawyer jump in after me. In the silence of the elevator I feel my heart rate picking up again. Ana... This is the longest elevator ride of my life. After what seems like a small eternity, the elevator doors open. Soon, Taylor and Sawyer are running along my side as we cross the main hallway into another corridor where there are only four rooms. Each one occupied by Jack, Ana, Sawyer and Prescott.

We round the corner when we hear muffled screams coming from one of the rooms. Muffled feminine screams to be more specific. Shit! Ana!My feet move off their own accord and soon I am standing back as Taylor and Sawyer break the door down with their combined forces. I enter the room and the screams suddenly become more distinct and clearer. Whatever happened next was kind of like watching a scenario unfold before you as you stand off in the distance as a stranger, kind of like watching TV.

Jack jerks his head up when he hears us come in. his hand is hovering a hair's width away from her right mound. He seems to be frozen in place. And then Taylor and Sawyer were picking him up and pinning him against a wall. I stalk towards him, an involuntary growl erupting from deep in my chest.

APOV

I jump up from my sprawled position on the floor and back up against a wall, away from everything in front of me. Christian stalks toward a pinned Jack with the grace of a predator. I see that Taylor and Sawyer haven't laid a hand on Jack, except holding him back. I think this was so that Christian could have his fill and, holy shit!

Christian cocked his hand back and punched Jack on the nose. The resonating crunch that followed was oddly satisfying and I saw Christian pull his hand back to hit Jack again but at this rate he'd kill him because Christian can really pack a punch, thanks to Claude. And as much as wanted him to ahead and kill Jack in that moment, I couldn't risk losing Christian in the process. So, I jerk forward and place my hand on his shoulder to stop him mid punch. He tenses up even more for a moment, but when he realizes who the hand belongs to; he relaxes, hissing out a breath between his teeth. "Baby, stop." I whisper.

He looks at me over his shoulder, smoldering gray to wide blues. After a beat he lets go of Jack who slumps against the wall, both his arms still being held down by Taylor and Sawyer. Christian sends me another look before he grabs the collar of Jack's shirt and yanks him up. His nose is bleeding profusely now. Christian bends his knees a bit to come at an eye level with Jack, since he is taller.

"Listen shitface, I hate it when people touch what's mine. Ana is mine. But I loathe the people who dare fuck with me. And Ana is not just mine but she is a part of me. So, the moment you even thought of hurting her, you made me your permanent and worse enemy. Trust me when I say this, I. Will. Tear. You. Apart. Your career in SIP is officially over, but you should be glad that's all I'm doing. If I ever see you within a mile radius of Ana, I will kill you. Got it?" when Jack doesn't answer, Christian turns to Taylor and says, "Get this piece of shit out of my sight. Dump him in whatever hole he crawled out of in the first place."

The room is cleared out in record time and soon Christian and I were alone. Christian cupped my face with his hands, staring deep into my eyes he whispered, "Are you okay?" his voice low, raw with pain and his eyes cloudy with emotion.

Then suddenly a dam I didn't know existed, broke. And then the tear gates opened.

CPOV

My heart cracked as the first tear rolled down her cheek and broke with a hoarse sob, making its way out of her lips.

I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her as she shook with the force of her grief, her pain. I didn't know what to do. She wasn't talking. There was no room around the tears for that.

"It's okay," I kept telling her. "Let it out. Just let it out." And I felt stupid for saying that. The words were so lacking. She was so strong. She lived through so much. I could relate to a lot of scenarios she had to go through but to be betrayed like that….. I felt myself go stiff with anger again, but I forced myself to relax. No reason for her to deal with more shit. Especially not an angry me. But she wouldn't stop crying.

In that moment I felt so lost, I didn't know how to take care of someone.

Her tears streamed down my chest; each one cut like a knife. Helpless, I picked her up and brought her to the bed. I gathered her close, yanking up the blanket and wrapped it around her.

She burrowed into me, her hand bunching my shirt in her fist.

The tears…they kept coming, and my heart was shattering at the raw sound of each of her breaths. Never in my life had I felt more useless. I wanted to fix this, to make her better, but I didn't know how.

I don't know how much time passed before she settled down, until the tears seemed to dry up and her ragged breathing evened out, and she'd exhausted herself into sleep.

Minutes? Hours? I didn't know.

I got her under the covers, and I stretched out beside her, tucking her warm body close. She didn't stir once through the whole thing. With her cheek against my chest, I kept running my hands through her hair, hoping that the motion could reach her in her sleep and would soothe some of her troubles.

I see there is a faint hand print on the side of her face and soon I'm boiling with anger again. Fucking Hyde. He dare lay a hand on her. I don't know what else is going to happen in our lives. Nor do I know how long is she going to put up with me or the demons from our pasts, but what I do know is that if I have to liquidate every single one of my assets to protect her or put a smile on her face, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

"I love you", I murmur pressing a soft kiss into her hair, and Ana stirs and snuggles even closer to me. My hand brushes over the scars on her back. Thin strips of mottled skin a little elevated from the skin, making them prominent. And in that moment I make her a promise, to make Jack's life a living hell and hunt down those fuckers that did this to her.

I'm very close to tracking down what happened to those assholes, but there's a puzzle piece missing.

One last piece that's preventing me from completing the puzzle.

With these thoughts in my mind, I drift off knowing that Ana is here, in my arms and she is safe.

APOV

I wake up feeling hot. Probably because I was the filling to a Christian Grey flavored burrito. As usual Christian was wrapped around me, a hand slung over my waist holding me close, me on top of him, with my face buried in his chest. I exhaled, making sure not to move because somehow I waking up triggered his sleep to end as well. Like he somehow knew I was awake. I felt much better from last night. I lie on my side, and stare up Christian, watching him sleep, unseeing. The crying helped I guess. I just, I don't know how to process all of this. Jack was like family and after he had helped us that one time, both me and my dad loved him and treated him like family. I only wish I had known that Jack would be manipulating events like this, seven years later.

And then I'm lost in a sea of memories. I remember that day so clearly. Almost like it was yesterday.

"Dad, please. Please. I beg you. All he is asking for is a favor from me. A favor he is going to cash in on, God knows when. Plus he said he'd take your permission first." I sobbed. "Dad, please. I can't lose you too."

Strong reassuring hands circle me, making me feel safe and reminding me of home.

"Fine", Ray murmured into my hair, "Tell that friend, Jack of yours that I'll take his deal. If it means that much to you, I will do it. For you."

Smiling through my tears I hug my dad even harder. He'll be safe. Jack will make sure everything is okay. And what can he ask from me? Whatever he wants ill give it to him.

With a jolt I realize he must have called Ray. But-but what did he tell him?

'Hi Ray, its Jack, I'm calling in the favor you owe me. I want to fuck your daughter?'

No, because then Ray would've already been here and Jack would've already been dead, with one bullet in his brain, another one in his heart. And maybe just for the satisfaction of it, dad would've shot him in the balls as well. So, something as definitely off. Suddenly, the urge to jump into the strong protective arms of my dad, is too much to ignore. Lost in my thoughts I hadn't noticed when Christian had woken up. Now, he was staring down at, the worry evident in his eyes.

"Please, don't look at me like that." I whisper.

"Like what?" he asks bewildered.

"Like that. Like I'm fragile. Like I am going to break any moment. I'm fine. I'm sorry though, I didn't mean to cry all over you like that. But I needed it." He immediately folds me in his embrace. I nuzzle into his chest, inhaling the scent that is uniquely Christian's. "I just- I can't believe I never even suspected that he liked me like that. Christian you know that worse part?" I ask him, my face still buried in his chest, my voice slightly muffled by his shirt. "What, angel?" he murmurs back, his voice equally soft.

"He used my dad against me. My dad! I mean… I don't know what I mean anymore. I have such a hard time trusting people, letting them in. He was one of the very first and very few I trusted and now…." I leave the sentence hanging, somehow causing Christian to tense up. "Baby please", he murmurs pressing a soft kiss to my temple, and "You trust me right? Please don't block me out. Please okay? I'd never hurt you." What is he saying? Oh God, my insecure beautiful Christian. God.

I cup his pretty face in my hands, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, "Baby, no, I love you okay? And, I know you love me. After today I know for sure that you love me. And I will always trust you unless you give me reason not to. Don't ever play with my trust Christian; it's just as strong and fragile as my heart."

"Oh Ana," he breathes, "I love you too, so damn much, it's almost painful. I'm gonna go take a shower. Care to join me?"

I grin at him, "I'd love too."

"Where's Prescott?"

"I fired her."

"What? Why'd you do that?"

"Jack was capable of doing what he did in her presence. That's why."

"It wasn't her fault. I was mean, she felt sad, and so she went to get a drink. Who would've known that Jack had bribed the bartender into spiking her drink?"

"….."

"Exactly. No one. How will she get home?"

"I bought her a commercial plane ticket."

"Huh. What about Jack?"

"You shouldn't be bothered."

I don't bother responding.

Christian and I are sitting beside each other on one of those plush leather seats of his GEH jet. I put my head on his shoulder and sighed.

Suddenly, Christian got up and grabbed my hand a pulled me after him. He chuckled at my confused expression.

"You seriously want me to believe you haven't been snooping around my plane?" I flush, because yes, I did go on a tour of the plane. And I had found a beautiful bedroom at the back end. There was a beautiful, big, wooden bed with red, satin sheets, a moderately big bathroom with complicated buttons.

"Judging by your look, I guessing you understood what I'm referring too. C'mon. I want to join the mile high club. And I want to join it with you."

"Wait what? You haven't fucked anyone here yet? Not one of the fiftenn?"

"Nope," he says popping on the 'p' "Another first and I wouldn't be fucking you. I will love you hard, preferably with you bound and gagged. But let's see. Right now I just want you out of that dress. Plus, I installed soundproof walls to the room. I think it's time to put that to a good use." His voice is low, husky and dripping with sexuality by the time he finishes.

I smile up at him, placing my hand in his. My tiny hand gets swallowed in his big one. And then he was dragging me across the length of the plane, into the back are, where the bedroom was.

Entering the room, Christian locks the door, the click resonating through the silence of the room. And then he was stalking towards me. His gaze smoldering hot.

"I think you are wearing a little too much." I don't respond, I can't respond. So, I just simply stare up at him through my lashes. I watch as he slowly slides a strap of my sundress down my shoulder and places a kiss at the plac where my neck meets my shoulder. He does the same with the other strap, all the while running his hands up and down my arms, raising goose bumps in its wake. I'm already wet and panting. And he hasn't even started! "Turn around." He commands. Ooh, I'm in for a treat. I mutely turn around, and he slides down the zipper of the dress agonizingly slowly. Urgh. Stop teasing!

Soon, I feel the dress fall off my body, and pool around my feet. I feel his fingers ghost down my spinal cord, making me shiver. "You like that don't you?" he whispers in my ear, taking the lobe in between his teeth and sucking lightly. This time, I shudder.

Abruptly Christian turns me around and devours my mouth with his. The kiss is slick, tender and aggressive at the same time. His tongue first coaxes its way to intertwine with mine and then it's battling my tongue into submission. As abruptly as he had started kissing me, he stops. He slips his polo over his head and takes a step closer to me. Crowding me.

"Take off that bra and lie down on the edge of the bed, with your ass on the edge. Knees drawn up and ankles apart. Open yourself up baby."

I do as I'm told and lie down, absolutely open to him and vulnerable. And as sure as I was about what was coming next, the mere sight of him kneeling between my legs almost sent me over the edge. Slowly nipping on the insides of my thigh, he hooked a finger to each side of my panties and pulled it down my legs. Agonizingly slowly causing me to whimper in frustration. And then suddenly his tongue was on me. Kissing, flicking, licking and biting. His tongue pumped in and out of me, sending me closer and closer to the edge. My hand tugged at his locks provocatively, while his glided over my stomach to fondle with my nipples. Pulling, twisting and tugging. Then I felt Christian's lips enclose around my clit sucking lightly and just like that my body went into overdrive. Each of my nerve end felt like it was exploding, as I shouted out in wild abandon. As I finished screaming out my orgasm, my breathing still labored, Christian made his way up my body. Pinning both my wrists above my head, with one of his hands, he entered me in one powerful thrust. Filling me up to the hilt. I moaned as he buried his face in the crook of my neck and started thrusting. Pressing kisses there, his hips picked up speed, his breathing just as labored as mine.

Soon, I was screaming out again, as he pounded into me, after a few more quick thrusts Christian followed me, growling and unloading into me.

Several hours and multiple orgasms later, I'm lying on top of Christian, the sheets cocooning us.

And then a voice booms from a small speaker in the corner of the room, jolting me. "We are en route to Virginia. We shall land there in under two hours."

Wait… what? What's in Virginia? Why are we going to Virginia? And then a thought suddenly occurs to me. Dad!

"We are going to meet dad?"

Christian gives a shy smile. Oh my God! I squeal like a fifth grader peppering kisses all over his face. "I love you. Thank you! Thank you!" I repeat over and over again.

I'm meeting dad! It's been so long!

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