I just wanted to say I am blown away by the support and encouragement I received after I posted my update. Everyone has been nothing but kind & thoughtful and I could not be more grateful. It's been a tough couple of months and I struggled so much to come back to writing. I worried if I'd even have people still wanting to read my story since I took so long. But you guys showed me just how great this community is and I cannot thank you enough. I really hope you all enjoy this chapter. I'm a little rusty, but I gave it my best.

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Chapter 11- K is for Keep Your Enemies Closer

CPOV

I wake to a terrible beeping noise coming from across the room. Wait a minute, I know that sound! Disoriented, I try to pinpoint an exact location. It ceases for a few minutes and I relax, thinking I've been spared. The sound starts up again and I realize it's my phone. Fuck! What do they want? I would get up but I have Ana sleeping next to me. Her arm is wrapped around my stomach while her leg straddles mine. I'm surprisingly comfortable in this position. I give her a soft kiss on the forehead. She sighs contentedly and snuggles me tighter. I could stay like this forever.

My phone rings once more and disrupts my peace. Fuck! This better be worth it. As much as I hate the thought of moving Ana, I need to get to my phone and figure out who the hell is calling. Just as I try to maneuver my way from under her, she moves her arm and rests her hand smack dab on my chest. My whole body tenses up and I hold my breath. I wait for the familiar burning sensation that comes when people touch me, but it never does. It doesn't hurt when she touches me. Holy shit!

I can hear my heart thumping in my ears as I test it out for a few minutes. This is really happening! No one has ever been able to touch me this freely, not even Mia. What does this mean? Ana what are you doing to me?

Eventually, I begin to feel overwhelmed and that constricted feeling kicks in. Her hand sits like a weight on my chest and I struggle to breath. I remove her hand, careful not to wake her and let out the breath I've been holding all this time. Christ! I'm going to need an appointment with Flynn after this.

Quietly I get off the floor and stretch out my muscles. My head is pounding and I know it's from all the wine we drank. Christ! How many bottles did we finish? I'm able to locate my phone and see that the two missed calls I have are from Ros. I immediately ring her back and she picks up on the first ring.

"Bailey"

"Ros, what the fuck? What's happening?" My voice is hoarse and gravelly. It's probably from all the singing you and Ana did last night

"Grey, where the hell are you? It's almost 9am!"

I check the wall clock and sure enough, it's 8:50. Fuck! This is the latest I've slept in years. It was definitely the wine, and the dancing. I smile at the memory.

"Hello! Earth to Christian! Where are you? We're supposed to be discussing Elena Lincoln's quarterly reports. I've got a bad feeling about some of these numbers."

"Ros, why couldn't we talk about this over the phone?"

"Well why can't you just come into the office?" She's lucky she's my right hand. Anybody else and I would've fired them.

"I can't today, I'm...sick" Christ! That was pathetic. She won't be suspicious at ALL.

I hear her throaty laugh on the other line.

"Sick? That's really the best you can come up with? What's her name?" Fuck!

"That's none of your business Ros." It's too early and I am way too hungover for this shit.

"Would it happen to be a certain brunette with a great rack and pretty blue eyes?"

I stand frozen, unsure of what to say. How the fu-?

Ros laughs once again, louder this time.

"Oh shit! Elliot was right! I thought he was fucking with me!" She continues to laugh as I pout. Fucking Elliot, I see he wasted no time.

"When did he even have time to tell you? He just found out this weekend!"

"He texted me after that Halloween party. By the way, not cool with forgetting my invite! Gwen and I love Grease!"

"Well I'll make sure I invite you for the next one" I say sarcastically. Right after I deal with my brother.

"Now what's the matter with Lincoln's reports?"

Ros sighs. "It's a mess Christian. There are charges for items not in inventory. There are large sums of money unaccounted for. She's using different suppliers than what we've seen before and it just doesn't add up. She's hiding something, Christian. I know it."

I feel my blood begin to boil. Just what the fuck is Elena playing at?

"What are you thinking Ros?"

"A full audit" she says. "Full insight from top to bottom. We examine everything and see what she's hiding. If she wants to know why, we tell her it's standard procedure and we're doing it for the whole company"

She's 100% right. If Elena is conducting shady business, an audit would expose it right away. And I need to know just what the fuck she's up to.

"Get on that Ros. I want full disclosure. Leave nothing unturned."

"You got it boss. SO, I'm assuming you'll be taking a sick day?"

"Yes, I'll email Andrea so she knows to reschedule any meetings. You're in charge for the day Bailey."

"Sweet! It's time to shake things up around here! Andrea order the strippers! Christian say hi to Ana for me!" I know she's trying to rile me up, but I won't give her the satisfaction.

"Goodbye Rosalyn" She laughs loudly once more as I hang up.

One call down, one to go.

It's going 10 o'clock and Ana is still sleeping peacefully in the living room. At least, I think she is. I haven't heard from her as I've been in my office handling emails and making important calls. I've just got off the phone with Principal Williams at Seattle Prep. He was sorry to hear about what happened to Ana's apartment and gave her the week off. I'm assuming a substitute will be taking over for the time. I know Ana will appreciate the time off and I'll be happy to keep her close. I don't want her left unguarded, especially with Jose still out there. Hopefully the police catch him soon. The fucker deserves to pay for what he did.

I do a quick check on Ana and sure enough, she's still fast asleep. Except now she's in this contorted position where her arm is over her face and her leg is awkwardly bent. She can't possibly be comfortable like that. I can't deny that she does look kind of cute, so I snap a quick pic of her. I head to the kitchen afterwards to confer with Gail about breakfast. Ana likes pancakes and Gail gets started on making some for her. I also make sure to take an Advil to calm this headache. It's subsided somewhat, but I'm still somewhat uncomfortable.

Taylor comes and finds me in the kitchen as I wash down the Advil with some water.

"Sir, can I have a word with you in your office. The police called with an update on Ms. Steele's apartment."

I brace myself for the news and head to my office, Taylor right behind me. I take a seat behind my desk. Ever the professional, Taylor chooses to stand.

"So, what did the police say?" Please tell me they found this fucker.

"They found Mr. Rodriguez's DNA on her bed Sir."

"Of course, they did, the fucker went through all her shit" I could've told the police that.

"Sir, it's a very specific type of DNA they found" His face is unreadable.

"Taylor what are you trying to say? What kind of DNA?" He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders.

"They found semen Sir. It was all over the clothes on her bed. It appears he" I cut him off right there. I know what he did and I want to kill him for it. I see red. This deviant prick was around Ana, working right by her. Hell, he was around Ava! He must pay. Just how, I don't know. I need to find him.

"Sir, I know what you're thinking and trust me, I'm thinking it too" Taylor says. " But I think we should let the police handle it. They already know Rodriguez is their guy. You do anything and it's your ass on the line"

Fuck! He's right and I know it. I stand from my chair and pace behind my desk. I grab my hair like I always do and remember Ana's warning over the weekend. I smile and drop my hands to my sides.

"So what do you suggest we do Taylor? He's out there and I can't leave Ana unprotected."

"I think we should get Ms. Steele her own CPO. Just at least until the bastard is off the street"

There's a noticeable edge to his voice.

"Sorry sir, Gail & I have grown quite fond of Ana over the years."

I forgot how long Ana has been in my life. Kate and Elliot were first dating right around the time I started my business. The two of them were inseparable and Kate was always bringing Ana around.

"Well I know Ana is fond of you both as well. I appreciate your concern for her"

Taylor nods discernibly.

"That being said, I agree with you on getting Ana her own CPO. She won't be enthusiastic about it but we can't take the risk." If anything ever happened to her, I'd never forgive myself.

"Already on it Sir. I put together a list of prospects for you to review. They all come highly recommended. In fact, I know two of them personally." He hands me a folder that I begin to look through. I see several stand out candidates that I wouldn't mind adding to my own team.

"Oh really, which ones?" They all seem impressive. Military trained, no-nonsense types. They would be perfect.

"Chris Reynolds and Luke Sawyer. I've worked with them covering special events but they're also upstanding guys. They wouldn't try anything"

"Good" Last thing I need is another fucker trying to take what's mine.

"I say hire both. An extra set of eyes wouldn't hurt. Once Jose is off the streets, we'll decide who to keep as her CPO."

Taylor nods and takes off towards his office. I let him know before he leaves that I'll be going for a run later. But not before I call Flynn. I need to figure out why Ana's touch didn't bother me.

Thankfully, Flynn picks up on the first ring.

"Christian, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Something happened and I can't make sense of it" I hear him excuse himself, he must be leaving a room.

"I haven't interrupted anything, have I John?"

"No, it's alright. I was just meeting with some colleagues. But what happened?"

I go into the full story, starting from the beginning. I tell him how Ana's apartment was broken into and I brought her back to my place. I feel the anger curse through me as I recall the state she was in because of Jose.

"And what did you do to comfort her?"

"I originally planned for a quiet evening. I ordered takeout and we picked a movie to watch. But instead, we drank wine and danced all night. It was…wonderful"

"So, what I'm hearing is you didn't take her into the playroom?"

"Of course, not John. She was distraught!" I just wanted her to relax, to laugh. Couldn't do that in a playroom, now could I?

"And have you ever taken a subs emotional state into consideration before?" What is he playing at?

"No John, I can't say that I have" It wasn't really my job to consider my subs feelings at the time. So long as they didn't safe word, I didn't need to.

"So why was it different with Ana?"

"Because she needed me John. That lunatic broke into her home and defiled her things"

"But what about your other subs? What if they had someone broke into their place?"

"John, I get it. Ana isn't like those subs. I already knew that before getting into this"

"Quite frankly Christian, I'm surprised that she even agreed to it. From what you told me about her, Ana wasn't your biggest fan" I can't help the smirk on my face.

"Well let's not sugar coat it, Ana hated me. Thankfully we've come to an understanding of one another over the past few weeks. But this isn't why I called"

"Oh, if there's more, do tell."

I tell him about this morning and waking up to Ana's hand on my chest. How calm I felt followed by sudden panic.

"And you didn't lash out violently?" John asks

"No. In fact, her hand sat there for a while before I felt like I was suffocating. But for at least, five minutes her hand was there and I felt fine. I felt…good"

"Interesting" he says.

"Come on John, you've got to give me more than just 'interesting'. Why can she touch me? What do I do if she touches me again and I lash out?"

The thought of me hurting her sends a shiver down my spine.

"Christian, I think that you're just comfortable with Ana. You trust her. And you are obviously developing feelings for her. I encourage you to explore them. As for the touch, take your time. Test your limits and see what works, but don't overwhelm yourself. If you feel like her touch is too much at times, tell her"

"So that's it? Just explore and tell her when to stop? You're not going to suggest some new therapy?" I could've figured that out. What the fuck am I paying him for?

"Yes, it is that simple Christian. And no, a new therapy wouldn't be necessary. Like I said, you seem to have feelings for this woman. You're going out of your way to meet her needs, you care for her well-being. It sounds like more of a romantic relationship than your usual arrangement, wouldn't you say?"

"That's the thing John. Ana and I aren't in a relationship"

"Well do you want to be?" Do I? I love having Ana in the playroom. Last week was the most satisfaction I've had with any of my subs. The physical chemistry between us is electric. On the other hand, I love when it's just us. When we're Christian and Ana, not Dom & sub. And Ana did say, I was growing on her, not just my Dom persona. Could we do this? Could we be more?

John speaks and interrupts my thoughts.

"Well Christian, it seems like I've left you a lot to think about. I encourage you to truly reflect on what kind of relationship you want with Ana. And then communicate that with her. Women like that, in case you were wondering"

"Yeah, so I've heard." I finish my call with John and schedule another appointment with him for a later date. A quick check on Ana tells me that she is still sleep so I decide to go for my run with Taylor. Hopefully I sort of out my feelings and figure out what I'm going to do. I've never considered the possibility of more with anyone. But with Ana, it's so different. Before she signed the contract, I knew it was different. And that both terrifies and excites me.


APOV

I wake up in Christian's entertainment room with a pounding headache. That's what I get for drinking wine all night. Yet, I immediately feel on edge, sensing something to be off. I call out for Christian, but he doesn't answer. I go to the kitchen hoping to find Gail, but I have no such luck. A search of Christian's study turns up nothing and I wonder if anyone is even in the apartment with me.

"Taylor? Christian? Gail?" My voice echoes throughout the apartment but I don't get a response. I feel the hair on my neck stand up, fearful of what to expect. I head upstairs to continue my search.

Christian's room is also empty as are the guestrooms. There isn't a single trace of anyone else being here. Everything is neat and tidy which makes me feel even more on edge. Where the hell is everybody? Christian wouldn't just up and leave me alone, would he?

A faint sound coming from the end of the hall suddenly captures my attention. If it weren't so silent in the apartment, I would've surely missed it. Nervous anticipation flows through me as the smooth polished oak doors to the playroom stare me in the face. It doesn't take me long to realize exactly what's going on. Sir wants to play. He probably sent everyone away so we could be alone. I smile to myself, eager to see what awaits behind the door and like a child on Christmas morning, I excitedly rush to see my present. Except there is no present behind those doors.

Standing before me, wearing Christian's playroom jeans is Jose Rodriguez.

The corners of his mouth turn up into a menacing smirk, sending a sobering chill through my veins. I remain planted to the floor, frozen in fear.

"Relax Ana. We're going to have so much fun together" He starts to walk towards me, his dark eyes fixated on me.

I scream out in terror just as he lunge for me.

"Ana! Ana wake up! Baby it's just a dream!" I open my eyes to a frantic Christian above me. He's holding my arms above my head, while gently shaking my face. I realize he's straddling me, holding both of my legs down with his muscular thighs. I see Taylor and Gail sitting in the doorway of the room, nervously watching. I must look like a demon out of hell.

"Christian?" I whimper. My throat feels strained, as if I've been yelling. I briefly remember singing along while drinking with Christian last night.

"You're alright baby. You're safe" Christian gently caresses my face and releases my arms from his hold. I cover my face in shame and burst into tears. The dream felt so real! I could feel Jose's arms on me, I can still remember his face.

Once the first tear broke free, the rest follow in an unbroken stream. I curl up in Christian's lap, fist clenched as I silently scream. I don't know whether to be pissed off or to just give up.

With remarkable grace, Christian stands up and carries me bridal style. I continue to sob into his shoulder, soaking his shirt with my tears. My cries echo throughout the halls as he takes me to a room upstairs. He places me down in what I assume to be a spare bathroom.

"We're in my bathroom now" he says, reading my thoughts.

My tears have ceased and I alternate between hiccups & sniffles. I walk over to the mirror and get a good look at myself. I can see Christian behind me running a bath. I watch him move around the room, studying the contraction and movement of the muscles in his back. My eyes rake over his appearance hungrily. He truly is a sight to behold.

I, on the other hand, look like death. My face is red and blotchy, my eyes bloodshot. I have a terrible case of bed hair and my eyelids are puffy. I look like I haven't slept in days. A lump forms in my throat when I think of why I look like this. Jose. How could I be so naive? He was around my students, hell! He was around me! Several times over the summer, in fact. I shudder when I think of all the times I was alone with him and what could've happened. I hate that he's reduced me to this. Afraid of my own shadow? Having night terrors? This isn't me! Ray taught me how to fight, how to stand strong. But I don't feel that right now. I can't be tough as steel. I just want to curl up and hide.

Christian comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. His piercing grey eyes, filled with concern, meet mine through the mirror. Last night was what I needed. Who knew Christian could be so carefree? It was such a drastic change from the aloof CEO or the skilled Dom I've come to know.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours" he lays soft kisses up my neck and my body immediately reacts, craving more of his touch.

"Everything" I say, "Jose of course." I feel him tense up when I say his name.

"But also my job, my kids. What am I going to do with my apartment? The table Ray made me. The-"

"Ana, baby. Relax. The police will handle Jose. I'm already working on making your place safe, but you will stay with me in the meantime. I will get that table fixed for you. I won't let Jose get to you. Just let me take care of it"

"But-"

"No buts. I'll take care of it. Do you trust me?" He implores.

I wordlessly nod my head. Of course, I do. Especially after last night.

"Good. Then let me take care of you. I've run us a bath and all I want is for you to relax, understood?"

I nod once more and take in the luxurious whirlpool tub. I pick up on the familiar scent of Christian's body wash and feel a calmness come over me. It's feel so safe and protected with him. I haven't felt that since Ray passed.

Christian places his hands at the hem of my shirt, making to undress me. His fingertips brush against my skin and I feel that same jolt I always do when we touch. The knowing smirk on his face tells me that he felt it too.

He easily lifts the shirt over my head, leaving my breasts exposed. The cool air hits my nipples causing them to pebble and harden. Christian reaches up to cup them, expertly rolling one between his fingers while pinching the other. The feeling is overwhelming, the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. I lean back on his broad chest as he nips & sucks on my earlobe. My head becomes fuzzy and I feel that familiar tightening in my belly. Surely, I can't be coming already?

Abruptly, Christian ceases his fine tuning of my nipples and turns me around. He lifts me up on the sink before swiftly disrobing my entire lower half. He sinks to his knees, never breaking eye contact. Slow kisses trail up my thigh, leaving me trembling and breathless. He occasionally nips at my flesh, leaving love marks on my creamy skin. Slowly but surely, he reaches my sex and I almost combust when he makes contact. I watch as his tongue dips out his mouth and trails across his lips. He closes his eyes and deeply inhales, taking in my scent. And then with an insatiable hunger, he feasts on me, parting my folds with deliberate purpose.

"Ahh fuck! Christian!" I throw my head back as Christian parts my legs further, getting better access to my sensitive spot. I tug on his hair, relishing the feel of his tongue delving into my core. My legs tremble under his expertise as he lingers on my swollen clit. He wraps his arms around my waist to hold me up while he flicks his tongue over it.

"Oh God Christian please!" I feel myself climbing higher and higher, ready to free fall into the abyss. I'm so close, and Christian is determined to get me there.

"Sir" Taylor's voice echoes from the other side of the door, effectively bursting our bubble. Christian and I both growl in annoyance at our sudden interruption.

"Go away Taylor" He groans. He then resumes his feast between my legs. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he sinks two fingers into my core. Jesus, that mouth!

"Sir. It's Mrs. Lincoln. she's on her way up"

"Fuck!" Christian breathes out harshly. It's like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on us, killing the mood. What the hell is she doing here?

"I guess we'll have to take a rain check on this Ms. Steele" he says before placing a soft kiss on my inner thigh. His lips glisten with my juices and if it weren't for the impending intruder, I'd devour his mouth with my own. But alas, Pedo-trash is here for whatever reason.

As I slip on my discarded panties, I feel myself becoming annoyed. And it's not because I was so close to have a glorious start to my day, but because Pedo-Trash can just waltz in whenever she feels and Christian goes running. I don't like this one bit!

"Whatever Christian" I mumble in response. "I'll be in the sub room. Let me know when your Mrs. Robinson is gone"

Christian stares at me perplexed, no doubt confused from my sudden change in attitude. But he can't be that dense? Surely, he can see how messed up it is to blow me off for the pedophile Dom who deflowered him.

What are you to him anyways? My subconscious peers at me over half-moon specs. And I realize she's right. I'm just a sub, the woman he's currently fucking. Not a girlfriend, not anyone of importance. Last night didn't mean anything and I was stupid for reading too much into it.

"Ana what's wrong? If you want me to get rid of her, I will. I don't even know why she's here in the first place"

He paces in front of me, one hand on his hip and one in his hair. It would've been endearing, if I wasn't so pissed at him right now.

"Christian, it's fine. She's probably here on business and I'd hate to interfere with that. I'll be waiting in the sub room if you need me, Sir"

My voice drips with sarcasm and I'm sure I'll be punished later, but I don't care right now. I can feel myself becoming more agitated the longer I stay here. After yesterday's events, all I wanted was a trip to the playroom and maybe a foot rub. Now I'll be hiding out until Pedo-trash leaves. How could the course of the morning take such a drastic turn?

I go to leave the bathroom when Christian grabs me firmly by the arm. His eyes shine with mirth as he pulls me against him.

"I didn't take you for a green-eyed monster Ms. Steele" He smirks and it only serves to piss me off further. He thinks this is a game. Screw him!

"I'm not jealous Christian. Now let me go. You don't want to keep Mrs. Lincoln waiting"

I spit out the last part before yanking my arm from his grasp. I storm out of the bathroom, marching past a very confused Taylor. But I don't care. Right now, I just want a hot shower. I'll have a ton of shit to tackle with my apartment, and I rather not deal with it looking like a train wreck. I make a point to lock the door to the room and the in-suite so that I'm not disturbed.

I take my time in the shower and it feels glorious. I'm reluctant to get out. But I know I must face Christian at some point. And Pedo-trash couldn't possibly still be here. I wrap a towel around my body and comb my wet hair before I step out the bathroom. I immediately hear raised voices and crack open the door to hear better. Christian's voices booms throughout the apartment as I quietly slip towards the steps.

"For the last fucking time Elena, it is none of your business!"

"Darling, I'm only looking out for you. We're friends remember?"

"I don't know Elena, are we?" No, you're not. She's a pedophile who abused you and still has her claws in you. Why can't you see that?

"Have I ever given you a reason to doubt my friendship? Have I not been supportive?"

"No Elena, you haven't. But that doesn't mean that you haven't pushed boundaries and continue to do so."

"Darling, it's all harmless. I push because I care. You go off and do reckless things and I give you the firm hand that you need to get back on track. We're a good team because of it"

"You and I are not a team. This isn't the Super Friends. And I'm not some naive 15 year old anymore Elena. You don't make decisions for me. Do well to remember that" Christian's tone is harsh and I know she's beginning to overstay her welcome. Good, the bitch needs to go!

Pedo-trash has the audacity to laugh and I can't help but roll my eyes. It sounds so haughty and fake, like some stuck-up snob.

"Oh calm down Christian,I know you are very much capable of taking charge. You're master of your universe, just as I taught you to be"

"You taught me how to fuck Elena. That's all. I made myself on my own and I sure as hell didn't need you to teach me a damn thing" This time, his voice takes on a menacing tone and it's frightening to hear. But Pedo-trash doesn't seem to care.

"This is what I mean darling. You're too wound up. You were never this sensitive. Why don't we go up to the playroom and blow off some steam. Let me take care of you. My hard and soft limits haven't changed"

That's it! I can't listen to this conversation anymore. I almost throw up when I hear her offer herself to him. It's time to meet this woman and tell her that she needs to move the fuck on.

I storm my way down the steps, forgetting that I'm dressed in only a towel. When I reach the last step, I stomp into the living room; I'm livid from the sight before me. Elena's back is facing me but I can see her resting her hands on Christian's biceps, waiting for an answer. He makes no effort to move her though. He frowns when he sees me approaching but I ignore it. My business isn't with him right now. It's with the Pedo-trash he thinks is his friend.

"He won't be going anywhere with you Mrs. Lincoln. And trust that his needs are being met. In fact, I was going to take care of them just before-"

She turns to face me and I'm momentarily stunned by who I see before me. I realize that we have in fact met before. The Botox ice queen from the salon! She's Pedo-trash!

"She's your Mrs. Robinson?" I bellow as Christian comes to stand by me.

"You. I remember you. The school teacher from last week." She turns to Christian. "This is the reason you ended things with Veronica? I bring you a world-renowned photographer and you pick a mousy school teacher over her?" she spits out.

Christian stands in the middle, completely bewildered at what is taking place. I, on the other hand am ready to take out the trash.

"Mousy? I'll show you fucking mousy" I make my way to rearrange the bitch's face when Christian grabs me and firmly holds me around the waist. I try to free myself but he's too strong and I struggle to get out from his embrace. I see Taylor out the corner of my eye, grabbing Elena, who's trying to lunge at me as well.

"Taylor, please escort Mrs. Lincoln out. She's not to be let back in unless she has an appointment. Understood?" Taylor nods and leads Mrs. Lincoln from the room.

Oh, how I wish I had a camera to capture Elena's face. It looks like the Ice Queen can move her face after all. Her eyes are as wide as saucers, almost bulging out of her head.

"You're throwing me out? Because of her? I made you! You'd have nothing without me! What the hell has gotten into you Christian?!"

She continues to screech like a banshee as Taylor drags her from the room. I make to say my goodbyes but Christian effortlessly tosses me over his shoulder and heads up the stairs. I yelp in surprise and receive a hard smack on my ass.

"Ow, fuck! What was that for?"

"Quiet!" he growls "And watch your fucking language!"

He smacks my ass again and it hurts like hell. My eyes begin to water but I refuse to cry. He places me down in front of the playroom door and pulls his key out to open it. If he thinks I'm going in there with him right now, he's out of his damn mind.

"You cannot be that dense. Going in there with you, is the last thing I want to do right now"

I turn away to head towards the guest room when Christian grabs me and pulls me back to him.

"What the hell is your problem Ana?"

"My problem? I don't know. How about that after a shitty start to my week with my apartment being trashed and valued mementos being destroyed, I have my morning orgasm interrupted by your ex pedophile Dom. Who, by the way, just propositioned you and called me a mousy school teacher. Whatever could be my fucking problem Christian?"

He flinches when I call Elena a pedophile, but he needs to understand that is what she is. There's no sugar coating it.

"Ana, you said you didn't want to meet her. Why didn't you just stay in your fucking room?"

"Why do you let her waltz in like she owns the place? Why can she touch you? Why do you insist on defending a child molestor? See? I can ask questions too, but we both know you won't answer them because I'm just a lowly sub to you, right?" I try to leave once again but Christian blocks my way.

"Real mature Ana. God, why does it have to be like this? Why can't you understand that she helped me? That she gave me an outlet to get control of my life? What do you want from me?"

"I want you to stop be such a fucking idiot and realize who that woman truly is. Bringing you submissives? Like she's some pimp? It's sick! You may think your arrangement ended years ago, but she still controls you. You think you're standing up to her, but she merely acquiesces until she finds something else to reel you in with. The sooner you realize this, the sooner you can break from her and this toxic fucking relationship she has you trapped in. That woman is a hard limit for me Christian. I'm sure you can understand that. Now, I'll be going to my room, Sir. Please do not follow me"

I don't bother to see his reaction. If he wants to continue to have anything to do with her, then he needs to let me know. I can't and I won't allow her to be around me. She brings out the worst of me and I'm a little ashamed of the way I acted downstairs. I flop back on the bed in the sub room and briefly stare at the clock. 11:28am. It's not even noon and I'm already over the day. But I can't let this get to me too much. I have so much to handle and I don't even know where to start. And to think, I could've been having sex right now. Fuck!


JPOV

Shit! I read over the text Gabe sent me. The police are all over my house and he wants me to lay low. Fuck! It's my own damn fault; I wasn't supposed to jack off onto her clothes. I just got so damn angry when I saw that contract. I needed to take the edge off. I just can't believe she's fucking him. Hell, I can't believe she's into that BDSM shit!

How can she want him and not me? I'd never push her into that stuff. Whips? Nipple clamps? What kind of sick freak is Grey? He has to have something on her; my Ana wouldn't do that kind of twisted stuff. She's too sweet, too pure. And now Grey has her in his grasps and it's up to me to save her. That's why I went to her apartment. I only wanted to talk to her. When I saw her sneak off with Grey at the party, I knew I had to get her away from him. I tried to give her a ride home but the fucking nosy ginger she hangs out with got in the way. Grey's not right for her. He's dangerous and this contract proves it.

She's supposed to be with me! I've waited patiently all this time. For years I watched from afar, even when we were at school and she dated that Colton asshole. When I got the teaching job at her school, it was the happiest day of my life. I'd get to see her everyday, and ultimately make her my own. It hurt me when she didn't recognize or remember me. I thought I could try to use it to my advantage. But then Grey happened. He swooped in and took what was mine. She didn't even give me a chance! But it's okay. I'm okay with waiting. I've done it all this time, a little longer won't hurt. Ana's worth it. And when I'm done, she'll forget all about Grey. She'll only have eyes for me.

"Jose baby come back to bed" I hear from the bedroom.

"Just a second babe" I quickly snort another line, hoping to take the edge off. Normally a joint does the trick but Gabe's busy scoping out my place and I'm fresh out. So this will have to do.

The coke takes the edge off and I'm able to get my thoughts together. I need to make sure my plan doesn't fail. I can't mess this up. I think about how it's going to be to have Ana all to myself. My dick strains against my boxer briefs as I picture her pretty pink lips wrapped around me. I start to stroke myself but it doesn't help. I need a warm body. I need Ana. I'd give anything to have her here. I just know we'd be magic together. But like I said, I have to wait. In the morning I'll tell Ronnie all about my plans, how I can get Ana back and ruin Grey.

But for now, I need a release and sleep. And then, I'll get to work on getting Ana. Grey won't even know what hit him.


Like I said, I'm a little rusty so I apologize for any mistakes. Leave a review and let me know what you think! :)

xoxo Rouge