All mistakes are mine- Enjoy
Ana:
I'm lying in the back bedroom of Christian's jet. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my ass on the edge of the bed, and Christian is thrusting into me like a mad man. His lips and teeth trace over my neck and chest, nipping and sucking along their journey of my skin.
"Every trip better be like this from now on, Christian…" I moan.
"Oh, I can promise that..." His lips crash to mine, "always."
He lifts me off the bed into his arms, our connection maintained as he sits on the bed and I now straddle him. My hips slowly bounce as we hold each other, our moans silenced by our kiss, and our hands running over every inch of our bodies.
There's nothing better than making love to this man, our connection has always been powerful, intense. Every kiss and every stroke, means something different, a new expression of our feelings we can't say in words. It's like cupid keeps shooting us with his arrows, making us fall more and more in love with one another.
Three years without this, three years of what ifs, and now it's easy to say we were always meant to come back together. Life just threw in some educational growing bumps along the way.
My core tightens and my fingers tangle in his hair, my mouth parting from his trying to hold off the pending orgasm. Christian grabs my ass forcefully, pulling me down, and stilling my moments, causing to set off the earth quake in my body.
"Holy fuck," I groan, my body quivering and clawing at Christian trying to gain some equilibrium.
"That's a sight…" Christian growls. With his hold on my ass, he lifts me and slams me down on his dick. Over and over again, my head still spinning and another orgasm already building inside of me.
"You going to come again, Ace?"
I make some mumbling sounds that comes out more like 'yaheshey' than a yes.
Christian chuckles deep in his throat as he continues to slam into me. He nuzzles his face in my flopping breast trying to lick, nip, and suck. "You have the best pair of tits Ana," he mumbles.
With one final lift, my core hovering over tip, brushing, teasing for only a second, before ramming me down on his shaft and the both of us exploded. Our screams, mainly mine, fill the cabin.
Christian falls back on the bed and brings me down with him.
"I have to say, I really love this bedroom more now than when I bought this jet." Christian says brushing my hair back the rolling us to our sides, where we stay snuggled together.
"Yes, what better way to renew our mile-high membership. So much easier than those tiny bathrooms." I giggle.
We used to sneak into those bathrooms and I always pictured one of us coming out with a blue leg like Chevy Chase in the last family vacation movies.
"Mmmm." he hums against my lips, "those were some good times."
"But these are even better." I gently kiss him, "but as much as I'm loving this, do you think we could- I dunno- sleep before we land. I still haven't recovered from the four a.m. wake up call."
"You sleep and I'm going to try and get some work done before our meeting."
"No…stay." I pout and wrap my arms around him tighter.
He chuckles and kisses my nose, "how can I say no to that?"
I'm awoken by feather kisses on my face, I groan and push the intruding face away.
"You need to get up, Ana." Christian says and pulls the blankets off me.
"Christian…." I whine, reaching out for another blanket, my eyes still glued shut. I just want to sleep, I feel as though I haven't in days, and if I think about it I really haven't.
"You still need to get dressed. We're landing in twenty minutes."
"No." I whine like the child I am when it comes to waking up when I'm not ready. I've always been one of those people that if I don't wake up on my own, it's a pain for me to get moving. Even worse when someone is making me do it. Used to drive my parents bonkers.
Christian laughs and hovers over me, "you know I didn't think I would miss what a pain in the ass you are to wake up, but I did." I feel his nose trace down my face to my neck, to my chest. "And if I remember there was only one way to make you perk up." I barely hear him, his wet lips kissing down my stomach. I'm already moaning knowing what's about to come.
That magic tongue of his.
His fingers trace my folds and like I knew he would, he sucks hard on my clit. I fight to keep my eyes close but it's no use when his tongue starts lapping up my juices and the sounds that leave his mouth when he does it, only makes my belly tighten more.
"Fuck, always so damn good, Anastasia." He murmurs and inserts his fingers in me. His dark grey eyes meet mine. There almost sinister looking and it spurs something in me. My hands reach out for his hair, but he moves away, making me groan at the loss of his tongue but thankfully his fingers are still working me over. I was so close.
"Uh-uh little girl."
"Why?" I pout. His fingers torture me, doing a come-hither movement that drives me insane.
"Figure it your punishment…" He smirks and I roll my eyes.
"For what? Not wanting to get out of bed, I didn't think it was such a crime." I bite. He's driving me to the brink and then cuts off the damn gas at the end.
"I love it when your feisty." He chuckles. "You want to come Anastasia."
"Yes. Stop teasing me…" I squirm, trying to get more friction from his fingers.
"Never…" He removes his fingers from me and I instantly shoot up. Glaring at him. I'm going to kill him.
"Oh, good you're up…" He smirks, looking positivity pleased with himself.
Yep I'm going to kill him. I roll off the bed and go after him. I only need to take a couple steps in the tiny bedroom to reach him. I grab him by the neck and try to tackle him down to the bed, but the asshole picks me up and I instinctively wrap myself around him.
His mouth crashes to mine and between us I can feel him working the button and zipper of his pants. "Hang on baby." He mutters. I clamp onto his shoulders and he pushes me against the wall. His dick is free and I'm quickly impaled by him.
After eight grueling hours of sitting in a boardroom, I the only woman in the room, I'm ready to drown myself in a bottle of wine. Hell, a half a bottle would be enough for me. I may never drink as heavy as I did in college – or the last time I was in Portland with Christian- but I think I can now be at a point to enjoy and relax.
Also, I'm starving. Lunch was a salad between all the arguing and debates of numbers. At least we finally have mostly everything under control.
"Can we get something to eat and then I don't sit in front of the TV?" I ask as I wrap my arm around his. He laughs as we walk out of the building.
"Not yet, I have something else planned for us." His eyes light up brightly as he tells me. Taylor and Sawyer flank behind us as we head down the sidewalk.
"Is there food involved?"
"Yeah. We're going to go to that pizza place you like and then I have something else up my sleeve for the evening."
"I've seen New York, Christian. I don't need a tour, unless it's to getting to know every inch of our room."
"Well, it's not a tour and I think you will like it."
"Fine. If I have too." I groan playfully.
"You have too."
We stroll along the busy street, we watch a man and woman run into each other, the guy ends up spilling his coffee—everywhere, including all over the woman. Luckily the girl doesn't seem upset or fazed. When he helps her up I swear I see sparks ignite. I guess love is in the New York air.
We grab a couple of slices and I inhale them like my last meal. Sometimes the best meals come in the form of grease and fat. You only live once and I was never big on fancy meals.
"Did you have enough?" Christian jokes as I tear off his last pepperoni.
"For now. Now what?"
"You ask to many questions, you know that. You'll see."
We clear our plates and we walk about six blocks, arriving at Madison Square Park.
"What are we doing here?" I marvel at the scene in front of us. the trees and plants are covered in lights, the foundation has multi-color lights that bounce of the flowing water.
"I thought we could go for a walk, enjoy the fresh air from being inside all day." Christian tells me, pulling me deeper into the park. I just have a feeling there's more than just a walk in the park involved here.
I hear music out in the distance and that's when I quickly notice nobody else is here. This is New York, where the hell are the hordes of people?
"Christian where is everyone?"
He smiles at me, that smile that tells me he has something up his sleeve.
"Let's just say this is a private event."
"A private event, huh?" I shake my head, in amazement.
We walk just a little further past the fountain to an open field, in the center is a small band, playing an instrumental to "You're still the one…"
"I love this, when did you do this?" I ask as he pulls me into his arms and we sway to the music. I look around and notice a bunch of guards around the perimeter.
God knows he would have had to pull permits and hire all these people. No way he did this is a day. I don't care how rich the bastard is.
"Even though I shut down you last week. I had planned to make it up to you here. I've had this spinning around in my head since you took the job. Knowing we were coming to New York helped make it a reality. I wanted to wow you, impress you, show you how we can be great again…"
"Christian, you did those things. Portland was a good example. But you also impress and wow me by just being yourself, well expect when you were in a jealous, broadening fit, but jus seeing you, touching you, reminds me how good we were. I didn't need the convincing I needed the words. Words I know were hard for us both to find. You know I don't need crazy hoopla"
"But you don't hate it…" He smiles and rest his forehead to mine.
"No, I don't hate. It came from you...and this definitely would have helped lessen my anger if you were still ignoring me."
"I love you, Anastasia. You don't know how much I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and this is all going to be a dream."
"Well, I'm not going anywhere. I'm where I want to be."
The strands to Ed Sheeran's Perfect start and I can't help the grin on my face. I'll never get tired of this song. It makes me ooey gooey and it's ours. After we broke up I would hear it all the time and it would drive me mad. Then slowly I stopped hearing it and I started to miss it. Because that was one of my happiest memories of us making love for the first time and I realized no matter what I didn't want to lose that memory.
A smooth voice starts to sing the lyrics and Christian and I move closer to one another.
Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
"There was so much I wanted to tell you last time we danced to this song… and now it holds more meaning because we're back together…"
I run my hand down his face and he's right - this song was part of our first time and now it's part of our restart.
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you're holding mine
Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
"The song is also what gave me the idea for tonight and I remember you told me it was something you always wanted to do."
"Yeah because every time we thought about it in the moment it was either raining or snowing…"
I thought the weather was crazy in Seattle but it's even more nuts in Boston. I don't care what anyone else says.
"Remember that snow storm and we were stuck inside for almost a week?"
"How could I forget. Did we ever get dressed?" I giggle. I remember the day like it was yesterday. We turned the heat up, locked all the doors, empty the liquor cabinet, and clothes, they weren't an option. Those are the days I look back on fondly and remind me how good we were together. We didn't need anything but each other's company. Hell, we literally lived off pop-tarts and roman noodles that week because we forgot to go to the store before the storm. Those are moments I would love to have again.
"I don't think so… and it involved lots of drinking and naked twister." He remembers fondly.
"To bad it doesn't really snow in Seattle…" I raise my eyebrow at him.
"I'm a billionaire… I can think of something…"
I giggle and rubs my face in his chest. "It might be easier to run off to Aspen…" I joke.
"It could be arranged…my parents still have that cabin…"
A shiver runs through my spin thinking about even more racy times with this man- especially that one wild summer we spent there. Thank god, for birth control because I think we would have ended up with hundreds of babies, because god damn we were bunnies.
Hell, we are again.
Which reminds me I need a refill.
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
We are still kids, but we're so in love
Fighting against all odds
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect
I don't deserve this
You look perfect tonight…
"Maybe we should get married…" He muses aloud as the singer finishes the song.
What the hell? Talk about coming out of left field.
I fall into a fit of giggles, "What? No…" I stop when I get a look at him. Holy shit he was serious. No, he can't be...I place both my hands on his cheek. "Christian you can't be serious…"
"He shrugs, "what if I am?" He questions me, his eyes boring into me.
"We've only been back together for two days. Maybe one day… but Christian now?" I'm flabbergasted by this.
I mean if I'm honest would it be the worst thing in the world to do… no. It would be insane. We still have some issues we need to get fully over, we need to know each other again. The newer versions of ourselves.
"I know. I just know I want you forever. If the whole Elena thing never happened. I mean all together, like she didn't take advantage of me, or her having that hold on me." He pauses, trying to dance around what he wants to say. Words I know he struggles to admit. "I think we would be married already. Maybe a rugrat or two…"
"Or maybe we wouldn't. Who's to say that things happened like this for a reason to make us stronger, so we do last forever. We could have gotten married and not worked. We'll never know." I reason with him.
"Honestly," Christian grabs my chin, "If we got married back then I would have never let you go. Because I would have already been honest with you, and I would have worked so much harder. Sure, we might never know. But I like to think it would've worked. But know when it does happen I vow right now to you, that I will do everything in my power to keep you happy. I will never hurt you again and cherish you till your final breath."
My mouth pops open and my eyes water over at his decoration. I'm lost for words… and I don't have time to even process them when she swoops me in a kiss and I'm lost as the music starts to play again.
"This was the most perfect night, Christian" I tell him as the musicians start to pack up and we are laid out on a blanket looking at the stars. We've danced, we gave the band a show with an intense make out session, fed each other strawberries, till we settled on the ground to stare into the sky. New York doesn't have many of the stars Boston had, but it was perfect nonetheless. I swear it's like I'm in some romance movie.
"Well, I plan to take you back to the hotel and make it even more special for you…"
"Is that so? Don't you think we should get some sleep with another long day in negotiations tomorrow?"
"No, I don't think we should. That's what coffee is for." He winks and kisses me softly.
"I guess you're right. I did want to test out how soft that mattress was… and the couch. And wondered if the bar could hold both of us…" I slyly grin.
"I think it can…"
"But coffee is a must tonight and tomorrow. Maybe we can stop at my favorite coffee shop on the way back."
"Yeah, of course." A look crosses his face and he falls quiet, looking back up at the sky.
"What's wrong?"
His head rolls back to me.
"Thinking about one of the times I came here awhile back. I was on a business trip and I had also wanted to come see you…"
"What?" I sit up and he remains laying down with his hand behind his head, lost.
"It was about two months after your dad died. I did feel awful for leaving. We weren't talking as much as we used to. I wanted to come and tell you I was sorry, that I missed you, I don't know. If I'm honest I had nothing planned. I needed to see you. Maybe I had hoped you were unhappy here and I could take you away." He chuckles softly.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"I wanted to surprise you." He sits up and takes my hand in his. "Then I saw you walking with a couple of girls out of this coffee shop on 2nd. You looked so happy, beautiful." He smiles at the memory, then a frown washes over his handsome face. "I thought I would call you… just to tease you and be like turn around, I called, and you looked at your phone, and then stuffed it back in your purse."
My stomach drops, "Christian, I might have just not wanted to be rude." I try to reason. It wasn't like me not to take his calls, unless I was at work or a function. I wouldn't even be able to pull of the memory of what I was doing that day. Was that a miss opportunity… again…
A tear slips from my face and Christian's thumb reaches out and brushes it away. "Don't cry, I wasn't even mad. I knew you were busy, but it still stung. Also, just seeing how happy you were, you had friends…"
Something he didn't really have…
"You called me later that night going on and on about your day and your new friends. I could hear how happy you were, so like the coward I am, I didn't tell you I was there. You were happy and okay, and that was enough for me."
"The spirits really didn't want us together back then, did they?"
"They did, but it worked out in the end. There's was no way I was going to take you away from where you shined. It really did blow my mind when you said you would take the COO job." He lays a light kiss on my lips. "I didn't bring it up to upset you, but I realized I didn't tell you…and remember no more secrets."
I nod, "just sometimes it's hard to wrap around how many chances we had to be here because we were stubborn." I wipe my face and giggle. I move myself to sit in his lap and wrap myself around him.
"I wanna go back to the hotel and I want to make love, fuck you, for the rest of the night."
"Well, what do you know. That's just what I had in mind."
Hand in hand we walk out of the hotel. My body is still sore from last night activities. I don't think we left an inch of the suite untouched and now I have to sit through a long drawn out meeting, where all I can't think about now is his fingers, his mouth…
"Are you thinking the same thing I am, Miss Steele?"
My head turns to his direction, his eyes have darkened and he licks his lips, looking me over.
My stomach lurches and I have no idea how I want more of him already.
Beautiful fucking bastard.
"No, I'm just going over some numbers." I lie.
"Uh-huh." he laughs and pulls me into his arms, my body flushed with his. "I didn't think making a deal would make you blush so hard. I thought it might have something to do with the merger we made last night and this morning." He whispers into my ear, giving me goosebumps.
"I have no idea what-" I stop when out of the corner of my eye I see a blonde with sunglasses staring at us. There's something different about her.
Did this woman really follow us to New York?
"Christian, she's here…" I whisper. My body spins to tell Taylor, but he's already going after her. Sawyer moves in closer to us.
"Sir, Ma'am, I need you guys to get into the car." Sawyers says firmly not to be argued with the hotshot that is gripping my hand. We are ushered to the car. He opens the door and we both slide in heeding Sawyers request and he closes the door behind us.
Christian scoots over and puts his arm around me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I just wish I understood what was going on. I mean this person followed us to New York and how would she know were staying? And what the hell do they want? Is someone working with Elena or you Ex? I'm a nobody…" I ramble off, trying to wrap my mind around this. I figured New York would be safe. No worries.
"I wish I had the answers, but we'll get to the bottom of this." He kisses my forehead and rubs my back.
"Have there been anymore of those threats?"
"No."
I want to scream out my frustration, but I don't. My eyes drift to the windshield and I see Taylor and the girl walking back. She's talking and seems to be willing because she's not fighting under Taylor's grip around her shoulder.
"Do you know her?" I ask Christian, who is squinting at the two.
"No idea…" he answers confused.
Sawyer takes a hold of the girl and leads her into the hotel and Taylor knock on the window. Christian rolls it down.
"Were taking her inside to talk to her more. I think you're going to want to head what she has to say. I'll call Morgan house for you and let them know of your hold up." Taylor tells us and we pile out of the car,
We settle into a conference room and the girl is sitting at the table twiddling with her fingers. She looks nervous.
And like I thought before a little different from the last girl I saw.
"This is Miss Heartfield… she's 22 inspiring actress…" Taylor snorts. "Tell them what you told me."
"Um… you see I was offered a job- when I took it I had no idea what I was going to be doing- I thought it was an acting job- I was told to show randomly at where you guys would be. I was given times of when you were more likely to show up. I was to report everything I saw and let myself be seen, but not caught."
"And you didn't see anything wrong with that?" Christian asks appalled. "You do know stalking is a serious crime."
"I know, I know." she shakes her head, trying not to cry. "When I was paid before I was told what I would be doing. I thought maybe you guys were in on it… I don't know the money was too good to pass up. I needed it. I answered this ad for an acting gig on-line, 'looking for blonde actresses, needed a.s.a.p. Big money.' When I got there…"
"Where's there?" Christian asks.
"Oh, it was this 501 1st Ave. It looked to be an old dance studio. There were ten other girls. We all stood in a line and he picked me out of the lineup. I guess I should've known there was something wrong with it because we didn't have to audition. In the back of my mind, I thought I just fit the build of what he was looking for." She sighs, and starts circling her finger around the desk. "He paid me two-thousand dollars in cash and told me I would get more if I succeed. He wouldn't tell me what the job was till I took the money."
"What if he was telling you to kill us or something else illegal?" I ask. Who just accepts something without wondering what the fuck you're getting into? The money might be nice, but you can't enjoy it if your locked up.
"I asked and he swore it wouldn't be anything crazy. Actually, very simple. And you might not understand, because you guys are loaded, but two-thousand dollars for me is a lot of money. I have to work two jobs in hopes one day I'll get my big break." She bows her head. "I'm sorry. I just…" she trails off.
Christian is about to say something, probably give her lecture but I cut him off. "It's fine. I can somewhat understand that. But the best thing you can do now is help us find out who hired you. Do you know anything about him?"
"He said his name was Roger Wright. He had jet black hair, a little on the heavy side, a beard, and green eyes. He didn't give me the creeps like most producers do, but his eyes seemed to be lacking life."
I'm trying to rack my brain for anyone I might know that looks like that, but nothing is coming to me.
"I don't know anyone that fits that description, Ana?" I shake my head, and Christian rubs his chin. "I'm sure the name is fake. He had to have known you could've gotten caught and might tell us… Taylor have Barney look into the name. See if he can trace the ad that Miss Heartfield answered and the place she "auditioned." Christian looks down at his watch. "We need t get downtown for that meeting. Martin can take us and you and Sawyer can" he throws up his hands. "Figure out what to do with her or if you need anything else form her."
"Did you want to connect the police."
"NO!" The girl screams. "No, please don't. I'm sorry I swear. I'll give you whatever you need, do whatever you tell me. Please I didn't think I was hurting anyone..." Large tears roll down her face. I can see her guilt and remorse all over her face and I don't think this is acting. If she was this good she would be in Hollywood already.
I look at Christian and plead with him not to get the cops involved. It's not like they'll be able to figure out anything more than what he hires his own to do. Christian bites the inside of his cheek.
"No. Just get all the information out of her and stick with her till we get out of New York."
Christian grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room. The girl still crying and I'm not even sure she heard that she wasn't going to jail.
Once the both of us get outside, Christian and screams frustrated. I quickly wrap my arms around him and bury my head in his chest. I feel him relax under my touch and he puts his arms around me in return.
"If anything ever happened to you…" He murmurs.
"Nothing is going to happen to me. We just have to stay together through this."
"Maybe I should call Elena. If she's behind this... "
I push myself out of his arms and cross my arms. His eyebrows cross unsure of my reaction.
"No. You will not contact her. She won't tell you anything even if she is involved. Have your team handle it… but no Elena is a hard limit. Watermelon!"
Christian's face breaks out into a grin, at my ridiculous safe word. He shakes his head. "Okay. I won't. Now will you come back here." He waves me over with his arms open
"No…" I simply say dropping my arms to my side.
"Ana…" he growls.
"We have a meeting to get to...if I wrap back in your arms, we will never leave." I smirk and walk to the car and Martin opens the door for me.
I slide in all the way, and I hear Christian mumble something to Martin, but I can't understand what he says, before he slides in next to me.
Christian doesn't move to touch me and looks out the opposite window. The car starts and moves out into traffic.
"What?" I ask him, still staring at him. He shrugs his shoulders and I sigh, turning my attention to the traffic out my window.
There's a buzzing noise and in the corner of my eye I see the divider come up. I go to look at Christian, just in time for him to grab my face and press his lips to mine. I moan at the force of his kiss and melt to him. He breaks away from me, his dark lustful eyes looking into me.
"We have twenty minutes at least. I think we should make the best use of it."
I don't have time to answer when his lips come crashing down to mine again and his hand slips up my skirt.
? pov.
It seems my little actress was found.
Just as planned.
I love wild goose chases.
Because they're to blind to what is right in front of them.
Perfect.
Let me know what you think :)
Chapter 12 I think will get you more information 13 will bring you more clarity and well after that- I'm sorry...very sorry :).. So enjoy the fluff ;p
Also I'm not a huge Ed Sheeran fan- but "prefect" is prefect for my couple-
Also did anyone notice a little shout out to Watching you? Lol- 9 days you all
