((PS——The last chapter 'CoLd' appears to be perplexing for all of you. Well, by those 'colds' what I meant to convey is that, Ana is stressed out and she didn't know what to think or do and if she couldn't think or do anything how was I supposed to put in more feeling as she couldn't understand her own feelings apart from pain which she felt in frame of cold!))
FSG Belongs To ELJames
Cpov
She turns and advance away in the kitchen. I follow and take the seat beside her on the barstool.
"Can I have some water?" Her small voice says.
"Ah..yes" I complie and rise to my feet.
At least she is saying something.
As I open the Fridge "Warm" her quiet voice mutters.
I turn to her, comprehending. My brows twitched. She wants warm water? Is she not feeling well.
I move to the stove with my eyes lingering upon her.
Slowly, I fill the sauspan with water and proceed in warming it.
The srizzeling sound of water endears the warm has become hot. Quickly I off the stove and fill the 'hot' water with cold balncing the warmnes in the glass and place it before her.
As I take my seat beside her she wisk a sip from her glass and closes her eyes, her breathing even now, not a as before. The balance is equavalent.
The initial relief as she hasn't started any tantrums is tempered by silence perceiving her.
She should have mentally injured me with her chagrins but the condition is other way around though my head will be mentaly injured if she not as soon starts speaking.
I study her features while she gulps tiny sips.
Its appears to have changed less, pale face, big blue eyes, long brown hair dangling down her waist and full plum lips, texture shining as usual the dim light devouring in it breathlessly though the creases on the forehead are exceptions and a little less of wieght.
"I feel like killing you!" Fuck it! Here come her cold-hard but quietly soft voice, a mere threat.
"Excuse me?" I raise my brows, bewildered.
She places the glass down and facing me says, her face composed "You have left me in a situation where I don't know what to think, do or say except the feeling or rather the need to kill you" The guts of this women! In my home she is threatning me.
"Accept the situation!" I suggest.
"You think thats easy? I...I-I..." She seems lots in words and puts her head into her hands.
I want to console her, make her feel comfortable and...no! I must refrain myself from doing so. First, pass this phase.
"Do you even have a satisfying reason enough for the stunt you pulled out... or rather blackmailed me?" She looks up at me, her expression grave as well as curious and many more. Fuck!
"For the latter, blackmail would be an understatement and former yes!"
I rummage my phone from the pocket and opening the page required place it before her.
Her hands lands on her lap as she follows the inscription in the page.
For few moments its pin-drop silence as if an exam going on here.
With a bitter expression she slides the phone towards me.
"I don't know what to say" She hisses, shaking her head.
"Yeah, I know its hard—"
"Hard? Its fucking rediculous! Disgusting!"
She turns herself to me, teeth pressed together "Is this the reason?" She asks.
Sighing I reply "Yes!"
"Its fucking shit!" Did I ever heard her cursing? No! Never!
"You don't know the peps—"
"Oh, Please! Don't teach me! I've encountered enough!" She snaps. What does that suppose to mean? No! Lets keep it for later.
"They were ready to devulge any kind of shit news about you—"
"You know this is wrong! A lie!..." She indicates to our photograph "...You married because of some news intailed with what happend in a hotel in Paris?"
"Haven't you read, what they are saying about you?" I counter. She is being unreasonable!
"Ow! Well, I'm highly capable of protecting myself!"
"Yeah, thats why you blacked out in the airport?"
"Thats another case!"
"Why is it?"
"Mr. Grey do not try to dodge the situation!" Her anger is rising. Great! Mine too if she continues to be impulsive.
Her eyes glimpsing red with the extent of anger and I know its mirrors mine.
"Anastasia, its was necessary! You must understand, it was not just about you but me and my family, a reputation!"
"Jesus Christ! You're Christian Grey, are you not?..." She gives me her 'don't interupt' look "...you could've taken care of it...and I could mine but no! No! You had to do what you think is right! Tell me, is your family pleased with it..." She indicated us with her finger "...arey they? Does Veronica know?" Did she have to pull her into this. No!
Still!
Womens!
"My family is still comprehending—"
"Of course!" She scoffs.
"—and Veronica must have got the news...through the news. Anyway she doesn't matter right as she left!"
"Left?" She asks, eyebrows twitched, expression astounding.
"Yes! She left—"
"And so with no option you chose me!" She critisizes, sardonically.
"You were neccessity!" I snap. How many time do I have to tell this to her?
"And what if she hadn't have left, would you have still married me!" She asked without prescening my prior answer.
"That another case!"
"Oh no no! Tell me! I want to know!"
She exclaims. Is she finding my delima entertaining? Sure so, her expression is priding proof.
"Anastasia, whats done is done! And I give you the very reason of it...though the latter is still..." Shit! Shouldn't have said that!
"Latter? Whats the latter?"
I look at her for the few brief moments. The major is, I've given her the satisfactory of and to breath of reason, for to sleep it off through the night, why would anymore disclosure be neccessary except giving a major ach in head "The latter wil be disclose later" I reply.
"No! I want to know right now!" She bangs her hand on the bar.
"Later Anastasia!" I groan and slip off the barstool.
She follows my suit and begin treading on my steps across the great room. "No Christian Grey, now! You've destroyed me entire life!"
"I've saves yours and your sisters!"
"Still, mine is in languish! I don't want to be your wife!"
"Well, you are now! Nothing can change it!"
"It will, when I kill you and bury you in your mothers backyard!"
"Well, than you will be my widow! Still mine"
"Than I shoud be dead!!" She exclaims.
I turn around at my bedroom threashold, her face all sweaty due to conjuring such off beat of anger in a cold temperature outside with warm inside, not fair.
Should I put her outside? You're being, now, unreasonable Grey!
Right!
I stare into her eyes for few seconds trying to get into the depths of it which by-passing for her pupils dialiting and conversing.
Very firmy I reply "Freedom!" And shut the door.
"Christian Grey!!" Her soft hand pounds loudly on my door "Open the damn door!!" She shouts.
"Good Night Anastasia" I shout back and soon the specialty of this room being sound-proof exels its power though the soft pounding can be feel on the door.
*
Dawn's light is subdue, but it is caught to banish the pall that had rendered me helpless during the night.
As soon as it is light enough to see I got for my morning exercise.
The nightmares were bizarre but all blur which itself was not possible to stay away.
After some workout, I take a cold shower and dressed in.
As I join at the bar for breakfast Anastasia is already here.
"Good morning Mrs. Grey!" I wish her and feel her cring at the new adression. Opps!
"Do Not Call Me That!" She hiss's slowly and sips her tea.
Still in vex? Stubborn women!
"Morning Gail!" I wish my house keeper taking the seat beside my wife...wife? Sounds good.
"Morning Mr. Grey...your coffee and what can I get you?"
"Poison!" Anastasia interjects and Gails eyes bulg out but soon she regains her composure as it came.
As if never interjected I reply "Anything"
"Sure sir"
I glance at her, her countenance give little away.
The aspect of confessing everything to her is a peril, she might not understand it. I couldn't gave it away last night, knowing her how she could be, so, I had to avoid and the impression is not at all precise for her expression is hard as before.
I turn halfway to her "So—"
"You haven't told me everything, you know that, right?" She speaks endearing a rare atmoshphere.
"Somethings are better kept close!" I reply and endure my now cold coffee.
She is still onto it!
"Do you even have the slightest bit of idea of what you have done?" She asks, now full firm and— "No you don't!" She snaps.
Gail puts the breakfast before me—she has her eyes briefly at Anastasia then at me, moving from one to another alternatively—and descends.
I wait until Gail is out of appearance and look up at Anastasia.
"I'll not say 'sorry' as I know what I did was the thing right to do, for you, me and everyone..." She scoffs and I continue "...but if you want to...than I'm SORRY Anastasia for being such an ass! Now this is it what is it! You're my wife...we should be out of juncture if we accept this. Please, try to understand"
She turns away from me and sighing as I might have lost the debate I rise to my feet.
But before that there is something which might...
"Anastasia...I know this difficult for you to take in...its fine...and if want to leave you can—"
"LEAVE?"
Fuck! What the hell!
I turn towards the foyer and there stands my mother with a horrified countenance.
Did she heard everything?
She ascends towards us and I feel Anastasia stretching to her feet and joining me.
"You think marriage is a game...whenever needed get married and if not 'leave'?" She says, her voice terrifyingly hard.
"Mom—"
"No Christian! Don't! You two are still in my eyes disagreeing terms of what you did and 'leave'? End? When have you become so insensible?"
"Mrs. Grey—"
"No Ana! Stop! These past weeks, you have talked of marrige as a generouse and gentle aquaintance. What happened now? I get it you did what you thought is right but you cannot step out of it...and you Christian...a day past you asked us to 'accepts as it is' now what happend, end it? Marrige is not a play of relations it is for keeps...till death does you apart" She gazes at both of us gravely waiting for us to say something. I jusr stare at my mother with the uncertainity of eyes.
"I was here with happy thought, to talk to both of you and what I hear is 'leave'! Great! You did what you did! Now not anything else disturbing or ailing" She nears to Anastasia and grasp her hands gently in hers "You are like my daughter"
"I'm sorry" A tears rolls down Anastasia's eyes, meandering all the way down, her voice quiet in a guilt of softness.
"No!..." Mom caresess her hair "...I trust you, I don't know why? But with my son I do...you are a most beautiful women, from the depth of your heart, I've ever met. Promise me Ana, you will not walk out of it! Promise me you will do your best to keep this marrige! Promise me!"
Anastasia glance up me and I into her.
What a strange course it is, the one she has been disagreeing a day past has to agree to non-other than my mother itself.
Her eyes filled with unwelcome tears of giving nothing away. Her features conjure guilt, confusion, fear, affection and hesitation in conjunction for the proposed secularity.
I stare back bare, not indication of my proposition for, I, myself haven't got any.
Rather its her decision to be made.
Only hers!
I wait until she adresses back my mother with a nod "I promise!"
My mother wipes her own tears with hers and says "Thank you Ana...and now..." She slowly steps back and adressing both of us adds "...I am here to invite both of you for the sunday dinner...be there! Any how!"
"We will!" I reply.
"Good...see you than!" She engulfs Ana in her arms then looks up at me, smiling.
My mother looks like an Angel when she smiles.
"Bye—"
"Tea?" Anastasia asks as my mothers proceeds to depart.
"Some other day" Caresssing her one last time and giving me her Angelic smile departs.
Mom didn't try to hug me...or even caress me. She is still upset even if happy. This thought is remorsefull.
I turn back at Anastasia, her eyes still at the foyer through which Mom dissapears.
I don't know why she promised for she was herself not set with the things have happened, then why?I want to know why?
"Why did you promised?" I asks.
She glance up at me, profile uncomprehendable.
"To tolerate you for how long we ourselves know not? Well, I suffered more, Mr. Grey" She says as if she obliged to, well she is...to me.
She stomps her foot and treads away to the kitchen bar.
I follow her and grabing her turning to me ask "Cannot you answer simply as asked?"
She snatching her arm back glares at me "I did. As you asked! Now don't you have a office to go to?"
"You—"
"Mr. Grey?" Taylor!
I groan and glace at Taylor standing few in distance from me says in a firm pose.
"What is it Taylor?" I asks, scowling. Now what?
"This is Miss. Steele's medical report" He says producing a folder from behind. Before I can say or do any further things Ansatasia snatches the folder from his hands exclaiming "Alice"
And now, I cannot argue with her about this.
She undergoes the report and ascends more in the kitchen.
I might as well ask Taylor about it "Taylor—"
"What the fuck!" The shock in her voice echoes around the kitchen, I halts and glance at her. She looks up giving me draggers with her eyes.
Now what!
"You may go Taylor!" He sure doesn't want to hear our one of a more disagreements.
"What is this?" she indicates to the report in her hands.
I move forward "What 'what'?" We stand facing each other with the bar in between.
"This!" Again the report!
I lean in reaching for the report"Let me see—"
"No!" She falters back "Why?" She asks again.
"What 'Why'?" She doesn't is making any sense! What the hell is going what is she talking? Seriously, I don't get this women sometimes!
"You paid the bill? The hospital bill?"
Oh! This is what is it?
"Yes, I did!" I accept and sit on the bar stool.
"Why?"
"What 'why'? Why shouldn't I? It was neccessary!" I frown. What kind of question is that?
"The bill is of Fifty Thousand dollars!"
"A little amount for me! No big deal" I sip my coffee and instantly choke on it. Its tastes like shit! Probably because its shit cold.
"No Big Deal!" She yells, her eyes bloodshot.
Why is she making such a 'big deal' of it? Its just hospital bills.
"Yes!" I mirror her voice in composed countenance.
"No!..." She shakes her "...I don't understand..." and grambles "...you shouldn't have done that!..." and mutters to herself "...I must pay you back!"
Why cannot she accepts as its is? Always, she has to protest over everything!
"Theres no need!" I say impatiently.
"There is! I do have some dignity, okay?"
"Yeah ofcourse" I scoff.
"Don't do that!..." She warns "... I want to and I will..." heaving heavy breaths she slams the report on the bar "... fifty thousand! Why did you do that?"
"It was, what for the surgery!"
"Then shouldn' have—" She broke herself!
'Shouldn't have' what? Shouldn't have go on with the surgery? No!
Whatever! She is not an easy women to comprehend
She is leaning over the bar with both hands upon it, taking in her troubled composer I sigh and say"Listen you don't have pay me back, its a little amount—"
"I do not want your pity!"
"Excuse me!"
"Yes!" She has her hands on her hibs, very difinative and urgent looks concieving, stares me through.
I leap up to my feet "Fine! Do whatever you want to do!"
Theres no point talking to her. She will be as stubborn as she is ever.
I take my phone and walk out of the kitchen.
Some work will release the stress.
Right now I can't stand being in a same room with her. Annoying women!
I press the elevator button and get in.
The latter is to keep for later, right now one thing is of thought.
What did she mean 'suffered more'?
*
Hmmmm, so she promised!
Perfect!
Now what?
Whats the latter?
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