Christian Grey POV.
I collapse on top of her, droplets of sweat running down my back, our hearts beating violently, lungs gulping the hot air saturated with our intoxicating liquid secretions. My body languidly envelops hers; we're lying fused together like that, basking in the rays of morning sun streaming through my bedroom windows. Some kind of commotion, someone entering my flat and heading straight for the bedroom, brings us back to earth. Only Mia, my sister, has the key to my apartment.
"I damn hope you're fucking your public relations rep or did you completely lose your mind?" Mia shouts as she swings open the door.
"Get the hell out! You can't just barge in here like that and invade my privacy, Mia!" I yell at my capricious little sister.
"When your fuck-ups are ruining my life I feel the right to pay you back! Now send the hooker on her way and get dressed, you have a lot of explaining to do," she yells back, banging the door shut.
"Shit! I'm sorry you had to witness that, Anastasia." I pull out of her and help her stand up. "She's just angry and confused; it's practically a base condition for all seventeen year old teens."
Her face is burning red from embarrassment; she's biting her lip. "Christian, I have no clothes except my trench coat that we left on the floor in the foyer."
"Don't worry about that. Here – take this," I hand her one of my large t-shirts and a pair of boxers, while I jump into my jeans and put on a t-shirt, too. We leave my bedroom and find Mia surfing through the TV channels and furiously typing something on her phone. Looking up, she throws Anastasia a disgusted look and I'm surprised when I get an even colder look sent my way. I feel a twinge of shame and disappointment in myself when I realize I probably deserve worse, because now all my carefully kept dirty secrets are coming to light and they're hurting my family too, not just me.
"Why is she still here? And why is she wearing your clothes?" Mia sneers at Anastasia.
"Watch your mouth, young lady! What's gotten into you?" I try to reason with my bratty little sister.
"Oh, really? Sorry, should I call her an 'expensive escort'? Does that sound better? Christian, a girl allegedly pregnant with your child is released from the same hospital you were in yesterday, and what do you do? You go home and fuck some other skank!" she replies with biting sarcasm, but I can hear it masking the hurt in her voice. "We're all affected, you know!"
"Watch your language! Wait, what? Where did you get this?" I can't believe my ears.
"It's all over the news; she announced it to the press as soon as she got released from the hospital. Don't act so shocked when the girls you're secretly screwing decide to screw you back after you dump them. All my friends are talking about it on facebook and twitter!" she waves her phone in the air for emphasis.
"I can't even show up at school today without everyone being like, 'OMG, your brother this, your brother that.' I'm tired of living in your shadow…I swear, sometimes I wish I could tell everyone – my brother is dead, he died before I was even born." she throws it at me accusingly, but right away, the fury in her eyes goes out, extinguished by the unshed tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Her hand cuts out the sting in her voice as she covers her mouth.
"I didn't mean that, Christian…I'm so sorry…" she shakes her head and tries to prevent herself from sobbing as her teary eyes plead for my forgiveness.
Her words were hurtful, but her tears make me feel that I really deserve them, because I'm the one who should be asking forgiveness.
Mia jumps up from the sofa and nearly tackles me to the ground with the force of her bone-crushing hug. Crying openly in my arms now, she reminds me of the loving connection that we share and how I used to console her all those times when she was younger, much younger.
"I'm the one who should be apologizing." I rub and pat her back trying to console her. "I'm sorry about my messed up life. That girl, Amber, is just a bitter ex-girlfriend and she has trouble letting me go. Look at my head, she nearly killed me when I told her to stay away from me. I don't really know whether the baby is mine or if this is just another scheme to keep me around. Her attempt to set me up for allegedly assaulting her got a lot of media attention, going from victim to villain; she's trying to earn their sympathy again and shift the focus back to me. I promise you, I'll fix this whole thing up, baby sis." I look at her and wipe a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "This is Anastasia Steele, my girlfriend." I turn to Anastasia and notice how she quickly tries to dash the tears from her beautiful blue eyes.
"Ana, this is my little sister – Mia Grey. Why are you crying Anastasia?" I don't really know how I imagined this to play out, me introducing my girlfriend to my sister. Maybe clapping hands, squealing from joy, hugging and planning a shopping trip to the mall would be a bit too much, but tears?
"It's nothing, … I'm sorry, just seeing you two having a brother/sister moment like that … Hi, it's very nice to meet you Mia." she collects herself and with a slightly awkward smile on her face extends her hand to my sister, who hesitantly takes it and with a barely polite tone of voice that has just enough awkwardness not to sound hostile, answers, "Uhhh, you too, I guess…"
The TV interrupts us by showing the announcements for the morning news. They're playing the clip of Amber giving her statement to the reporters gathered at the hospital and later being driven off in a black Mercedes. Is that Elena's car? What the hell is she doing picking up Amber?
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