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So here is the next chapter. I am on fire right now! I didn't want you guy to have to wait too long to find out what happens with the fight. This chapter was a lot of fun to write, it's a bit short but I had to end it there. You will soon understand.
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-Lily
As we exit the parking lot, I continue to stare out the window. I can't look at him; his outburst was sudden and to be honest, scary. When we get out of the parking lot he takes a left. Does he even know where we're going? I ask myself. I don't dare say anything; I know that if I speak we'll start yelling at each other and I don't want to make things worse.
I take a few calming breaths. The initial shock of being screamed starts to wear off and it quickly gets replaced by anger. Who the fuck does he think he is?! He had absolutely no right to yell at me; he's the one that paid for my groceries. Who does that? I barely know him, it's not like we are in a relationship. I can understand that maybe, to him, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but when I wanted to pay him back he should have just taken the money! He's acting as if I'm in the wrong when I did absolutely nothing wrong!
Luke Bryans 'You make me want to' interrupts my train of thought. This is just great, Christian is going to throw another fit. I pick up my phone.
"Hey, Nikki," I say sweetly, mostly to annoy Christian.
"Oh, look who finally answered her phone. Did the guy you were fucking leave?" Nick's harsh voice comes through the speaker.
Are you kidding me? Him,too?
"I cannot deal with your shit right now, Nick, call me back when you want to be a decent person." I hang up the phone. I can't catch a break today.
I sneak a glance at Christian and see a small smirk on his lips. Really? Anger rushes through me and I see red. "I'm glad you enjoyed that, Mr. Grey," I snap at him acidly.
The smirk immediately disappears. "Jesus Christ! You are so difficult," he says, exasperated. He takes one hand of the steering wheel and runs it through his disheveled hair.
"I'm difficult? Don't make me laugh, Christian," I respond. Is this man serious? I turn in my seat so that I am facing him instead of the window.
"You are the definition of difficult. So what? I paid for the groceries, there was no need to make such a huge deal; especially in public," he snaps.
"I don't need you to pay for shit! If YOU weren't so difficult you would have just taken the fucking money and I wouldn't need to make a scene! I don't know the kind of women that you're used to, but I'm not some whore, so I don't need your money. I get that you were trying to be nice, but it was embarrassing. You should have just taken the money and all of this would have been avoided. And you had no right to yell at me like that. I'm not a child," I tell him, I try to keep my voice calm but it betrays me and cracks at the end. Tears start to pool in my eyes; Damn it! Every time I get extremely angry I cry. I turn and face the window so Christian doesn't see the tears in my eyes. And I repeat a mantra of 'Don't cry' as I try to blink away the tears.
I hear him sigh as I watch the streets of Seattle blur past my window. "Ana, I…I'm-"
"Can you just take me home, please," I say. I want to get away from him before I embarrass myself.
"But you need to go to Toys-R-Us," he says lamely. Judging by the sound of his voice he seems completely lost. Welcome the club; I don't know how to react to him. I don't want him to go, but at the same time I don't think I can stand being near him right now. I know that if I look at him, my resolve will break and I'll just give in. But if I go home, what does that mean for us? Will there be an us? I'm so confused.
The car comes to a halt and I realize that we're stuck in a red light. "Please look at me," he says, his voiced is laced with sadness and concern.
I don't listen to him and keep looking out the window, until I feel his hand under my chin. The second he touches me the electric pull starts again. How can someone that angers me so much make me feel like this? This has to be a cruel joke.
He turns my face so that I am facing him. I'm expecting to see the usual impassive, calm look on his face but his expression floors me. He looks lost and terrified, my mind immediately goes to Anthony when I first saw him and my heart clenches. When he sees the tears in my eyes, his expression changes into one of surprise and guilt.
"Anastasia, please, I-"he goes to say but the car behind us startles both of us by honking loudly. Christian and I both jump in fright; two times in less than two hours, it has to be a record. Christian flips the driver off and starts to move.
I feel a smile tug at my lips, then the smile turns into a full blown grin and I start to laugh at the awkwardness and ridiculousness of this whole situation.
"What is so funny?" Christian asks, as he pulls into a random parking lot. Relief evident in his voice.
"You, us, this whole situation," I say through my uncontrollable giggles. "Why are we here, anyways?"
"I want to talk, well, apologize," he says the last word as if it's the dirtiest word on the planet.
"I assume you don't do that often," I tell him.
"I don't think I have ever apologized, Anastasia, another first. So bear with me-"he takes a deep breath. "Okay, first you have to see it from my point of view-"
"That's not how apologies go. They usually start with 'I'm sorry'," I cut in.
"Don't interrupt me!" he snaps.
I make a motion of zipping my lips and locking them with an invisible key. Christian holds out his hand and I drop the imaginary key into it.
A ghost of a smile appears on his lips. "Okay where was I - or right- first you have to understand that I didn't mean anything by it. I would never intestinally insult you, a hundred dollars is nothing to me. And before you say anything, I get that I shouldn't have done that. I have never been in a situation like this, the women that I have been with-
All I'm saying is you have to bear with me, I have never done this before; you bring out feeling and reactions in me that are terrifying and I don't know how to deal with them. And finally I'm sorry for yelling at you but I'm used to people doing what I want whenever I ask and you just kept fighting me. You are always fighting me," he says with a small smile and shakes his head. Then he sits back against the seat and waits for me to process.
His apology only makes him more confusing. Why didn't he finish the sentence about the women he's been with? His words make my head spin and my brain go into overdrive. It frustrates me that he's always so cryptic. I don't know what to make of this new information. I bring out feelings? I can't help but be pleased.
Worry is radiating off him in waves as he waits for my response, so I decide to lighten the mood. I hold my hand out to him and look at him expectantly. He looks at me, a small 'V' appears between his eyebrows from confusion. I point to my lips with my other hand and realization sweeps across his face and a smile play on his lips. A wicked gleam makes his eyes hypnotic gray eyes sparkle.
He makes a show of taking the "key" out of his pan pocket and holds it out in front of me. I reach my hand for the imaginary key but he moves it away, behind his back.
Okay, two can play this game. I look at him through my lashes and give him my best puppy dog eyes expression. His breath hitches and his eyes darken. Oh God!
He leans in closer across the armrest. "Don't move," he commands.
The tone of his voice sends shivers down my spine. He leans in closer and I instinctively tilt my head to meet his.
"Don't move," he repeats sternly, his lips less than an inch away from mine. He stays there for a few seconds, drawing it out. My eyes flutter close as I wait for his lips to touch mine for the second time today. My heartbeat picks up, I can almost hear it pounding. Anticipation fills me. Finally I feel his lips graze mine slightly, the move is tentative, almost shy. He pulls away slightly and I feel myself moving forward.
He leans down again and pushes his lips against mine. My body lights up, sparks rush down my spine. We both gasp at the same time and he deepens the kiss. His tongue slowly makes its way into my mouth, pausing momentarily almost asking for permission. I open my lips slightly wider, his tongue expertly moves into my mouth and we begin a slow, sensual battle for dominance. I'm more confident this time around and I let all my confusion and frustration pour out into the kiss, he mirrors my actions.
This kiss is so different from out first. Where that one was rough this, one is sweet; where the first kiss was passionate, this one is romantic. It's like I kissed a different person this morning.
He tangles his hand in my hair and pulls me closer, if that's even possible. I get confident and I put my hands around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. It's so soft, even better than I ever imagined. He leans in closer and I'm forced down against the door, he's almost laying on top of me, but the armrest keeps me from getting any real contact with him.
I gasp in pleasure when he pulls back slightly and bits then sucks my bottom lip, the action causes my stomach to clench and my panties to get soaked, every nerve ending in my body comes alive.
I move my hands from his hair, down and around his neck. Just as they are about to reach his chest he pushes me away and pulls back. The sudden movement startles me and I open my eyes to see that he is pressed back against the black leather seat and his chest is moving up and down rapidly.
"I said don't move!" he snaps at me.
I'm taken back by his sudden change in mood. What did I do?
"I'm sorry," I say, my voice small. I don't understand what I did wrong, but he looks visibly shaken.
I just sit and wait for him to calm down. He continues to stare blankly out the windshield as his breathing evens out and doesn't turn to looks at me. I just watch him helplessly; countless years of medical training and I am of no use. It's like he's having a panic attack, but why? It's not the kiss, he was fine after the one in the elevator.
"Are you alright?" I ask concern fills my voice.
The sound of my voice seems to snap him out of the trance that he's in. He finally turns to face me, a blush creeps onto his cheeks but other than that his face is cold and impassive again.
"Yes, I am fine, Dr. Steele. Do you still want to go home?" he asks coldly.
Disappointment and sadness rush through me. The Christian that went crazy for Reese's is gone and in his place is the cold CEO I met two weeks ago. Why is he acting like this? What did I do?
He looks at me, his expression politely guarded.
"It doesn't matter," I say, my voice low and I look down.
Without another word he starts the car and pulls out onto the street. We drive for a few minutes, I don't know where we're going because I'm too scared to look anywhere but my hands.
"Anastasia…" Christian's voice pierces the silence in the car.
I look up at him. "What happened a few minutes ago, the kiss; it won't happen again, well, not unless it's premeditated."
I just stare at his profile and the only thought in my head is: What did I do?
So? A little twist at the end. I thought that Christian was being uncharacteristically normal and happy, and we can't have that. So cold, distant Christian is back and Ana is racking her brain trying to figure out why. Hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you and please check out the Pintrest page, link in my bio and review!
-Lily
