A/N - Several things that I want to address quickly -
This story is not and never will be a cheating story, as I have said before it is not something that I could write about even if I tried (Which I won't).
Some of you have also voiced your concerns about Ana turning insecure and jealous over every little thing, you have to remember that she was attacked not even a month ago by someone that she once loved so I think it's safe to say that she's feeling a little fragile if not vulnerable at the moment, hence the reason why Christian is acting slightly overbearing and protective.
I addressed the Macy situation because I felt a lot of things needed explaining, I thought it would be unrealistic for Ana to just not give a shit about the last woman Christian dated - Because I know that I personally would feel slightly bothered.
I will always endeavour to give you a HEA because that is what I always saw for Ana and Christian during the original trilogy, but saying that I like to add a bit of drama along the way to spice it up a little, but you have my word when I say that neither Ana or Christian will be unfaithful.
On with the story! A slightly shorter chapter for you because I desperately wanted to get this one out for you guys!
Your continued reviews and support mean the world! So thank you!
Mrs CTG x
Chapter 37 - Who the fuck is James Bryce?!
Anastasia's POV
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Hello, Christian. How are you? I'm great thanks for asking."
"Don't get smart with me, Ana now is not the time. Why did you sit in on that meeting when I specifically told you not to?"
"Actually, you never told me anything you told Sawyer, I don't get what the big deal is with this?" I move to close the door to the conference room but not before Sawyer wedges through and stands himself in front of the wall, I flash him a dirty look and turn around. He ran to Christian and told him that I never left the meeting, Snitch.
"For a very good reason, Anastasia. Bryce isn't safe and I don't trust him. So why did you disregard my feelings about this and defy me?"
"Defy you? Christian it was one meeting that didn't even last more than half an hour. You're being ridiculous, James Bryce is a professional author and not once did he overstep any boundaries." I lie through my teeth. I won't tell, Christian that the guy made my skin crawl because that will just give him the satisfaction that I don't want him to have.
"Yeah for how long, you haven't read his background check, Ana you don't understand how unsafe it is for you to be around him." I flop into the chair beside me and tuck a stray hair behind my ear.
"Why? Because he's a man? Quite a young, good looking man at that?"
"Are you purposely trying to piss me off, Anastasia?"
"You're doing that all by yourself, Christian. You're being ridiculous. What are you going to do? Sit in on every meeting that I will be in with him over the next few months."
"Excuse me? What other meetings are you talking about?" Oh, boy here we go.
"Logan has asked me to assist him on the launch of his book, I will be working with him until at least June if not later." There's a pause. I don't even hear him breathing.
"Over my dead body."
"What did you just say?"
"I said, over my dead body. You are not going to be working with that asshole do I make myself fucking clear?" Oh no he didn't!
"Christian, you cannot tell me who I can and can't work with this is my job. This is what I want to do and let me remind you, this is what you encouraged me to do, I won't back out of this project, Christian and you can't force me to either."
"We'll see about that. I'll see you tonight." The line goes dead and my jaw almost hit's the table. Did he just hang up on me? I stare at the now blank screen for several more seconds before I stand and push the chair away from me. I walk towards Sawyer and thrust his phone in his face as I scowl at him. His expression remains stoic and he doesn't even speak to me before he opens the door and strides out of the room.
What the hell was that? How can one meeting with one author turn into the shit storm that was that conversation? To say I'm confused would be an understatement right now, what is Christian planning on doing exactly? If he thinks he can tell me what to do when it comes to my job he can fucking think again. He doesn't own me and he doesn't own this company so he can just fuck the fuck off. I walk back to my desk with more determination than intended and huff as I sit back into my chair, I pull out Bryce's file and search for his manuscript. I lift my head and catch Fran's eye from across the room, she cocks an eyebrow, silently asking if I am okay. No doubt she witnessed that whole spectacle. I nod at her and force a smile before turning my attention back to the paperwork in front of me. I know next to nothing about this guy other than that he's a prick. Do SIP run background checks on their authors? Surely they must do, they could be working with a serial killer and not even know about it otherwise, something has ruffled Christian's feathers and I want to know what it is. Who the hell am I kidding? Even if they have vetted him what are the chances that the background check is in this file for everyone to get their hands on? I am beyond furious, I still can't believe that Christian has tried to tell me who I can and can't work with, not to mention the fact that he hung up on me. He insulted me then he hung up on me. If he thinks I am letting this go without a fight then he is sorely mistaken.
"Ana. Can I see you in my office please?" My head shoots up to see Logan stood in the doorway of his office, leaning against the doorjamb looking at me. I straighten my skirt out and pick up the tablet off of my desk. "Take a seat." I frown slightly but do as he tells me.
"Is everything okay?" He clasps his hands together and leans forward, bracing his forearms against his desk.
"How did you feel the meeting with James Bryce went?" Whoa, okay.
"Fine. Great, actually." He smiles at me but it's not a real smile, it's more of a sympathetic smile and anxiety starts to creep in. Why do I have a feeling that he isn't asking me that out of the kindness of his own heart?
"I've just spoken with your boyfriend." My entire body freezes. My eyes widen and my hands grasp the base of my seat until my knuckles turn white. Fucking son of a bitch! "He called me directly and lets just say he…Voiced his concerns." Logan waves his hand in front of him as he speaks, leaning back into his chair.
"Okay?" My voice sounds firm and strong but inside I am boiling, boiling with wrath and it's all directed at my boyfriend.
"He isn't comfortable with you working alongside Bryce, Ana. And if I'm being completely honest with you I can't say that I blame him, the man's a serial philanderer and this isn't the first time that I have had to pull a female member of staff from his projects." I bolt up in my chair and blink rapidly.
"You're taking me off the project?!." He rubs his chiselled jaw and pauses before speaking again.
"I haven't decided yet. I have a lot that I need to think about, Mr. Grey was pretty insistent that I remove you from the assignment, Ana." Oh I bet he was. I can't believe what I am even hearing right now. My ears are ringing and all I can focus on is the fact that Christian has interfered to the extent of calling my fucking boss. "Can you honestly tell me that you felt comfortable during that meeting?" Lie, Ana. Lie.
"Yes. I was fine, Logan honestly. I am more than capable of handling myself. Christian is just being a typical over protective boyfriend that's all. You wouldn't have even assigned me to Bryce if you thought that I would be in any kind of danger." I remain eye contact as I speak. I refuse to be treated like a poor, defenceless woman that can't make her own decisions. I won't be told what to do by anyone, especially Christian.
"Maybe I was wrong to ask you to assist me, Ana. It's your first day back at work and it was a lot to ask of you after what you have been through." I tense once more as soon as the words leave his mouth. If Christian has done what I think he has done I will seriously lose my shit.
"What do you mean it was a lot to ask of me? It was only a sickness bug, Logan I'm fine." I force a chuckle but he doesn't laugh with me. He squints his eyes and I can see the sympathy painted all over his face. Oh my god he did it, he actually fucking did it.
"Ana, it's okay -"
"It was food poisoning." I cut him off sharply.
"Mr. Grey told me what happened, Ana. What really happened. You don't need to worry, whatever you tell me is strictly confidential and it will never leave this room." I close my eyes and lower my head. I can feel the tears stinging the corners of my eyes but I refuse to let them fall, I can't believe that he told him. He told him the one thing that I didn't want him to know, I didn't want anyone to know and now my fucking boss knows! "Ana, are you okay? Do you need a minute alone?" I shake my head and inhale a deep breath.
"No, I'm fine. I don't want to be taken off this project, Logan. This is my job and I know that I can be good at it, so what if Bryce likes to flirt I can handle it, I've been giving men like him the push since high school and I will do it again now. I'm an editorial assistant, I'm your editorial assistant and I really want to learn. Please don't replace me with someone else on this I'm begging you, I wouldn't do this if I thought I wasn't capable, I can't let what happened to me control my life and I refuse to be afraid of every male that I come into contact with, Logan so I am asking you. Please let me do this." I'm sitting forward in my chair and imploring him with my eyes to listen to me. I wanted this project before but now I am desperate for it, if not for myself than pissing Christian off is a good enough reason for me. He looks at me for the longest time, searching my face for any indication that I'm not stable enough for this. Eventually he blinks and sighs and I can't tell if that's a good sign or not.
"If he makes you feel uncomfortable in the slightest then you come to me immediately, Ana okay? You will be rarely left alone with him because I'm still not comfortable with this. But I do believe when you say that you're ready for this." My shoulders drop as I breathe a sigh of relief.
"I promise I will."
"You do realise that your boyfriend will have my balls for letting you do this." I laugh but deep down I am still furious, who the hell does he think he is? And more to the point what did he really think was going to happen? He may be master of his own universe but this is the one thing that he can't control. SIP is something that he can't control.
"Don't worry, I'll straighten him out." And by straighten him out I mean, ripping his dick off and forcing it down his miserable fucking throat while I watch.
"I don't doubt that you will. That's everything for now." I nod and stand, pausing mid stride when he calls my name again. "This has just proven to me that you have what it takes to be an amazing editor one day, passion and determnination. I like that." I smile and nod before leaving his office.
Ana - 1 - Christian - 0
Christian's POV
"Andrea, get me Logan Chalmers on the phone, now." I release the intercom button and yank at my tie.
Furious. That's what I am right now. Fucking furious. Ana's blatant disrespect for my feelings has enraged me to the point of no fucking return. What part of 'Do not attend any meetings with James Bryce' does she not understand? I'm not forbidding her for the goodness of my own health I am doing it to protect her, this man is a fucking asshole and I would rather gauge my own eyeballs out with a blunt instrument than let him within ten feet of my girlfriend.
Taylor vetted the entire building including authors and clients before Ana started working there and we found nothing suspicious until Bryce's background check fell onto my desk, it was the usual information that Welch pulls in on everyone but something felt off with this prick so I demanded a more thorough one to be carried out. Thank fuck that I did.
He's a thirty- three year old play boy with a long history of flings and affairs. His relationship history consisted of three pages or more alone. He's never been married, never been engaged and his relationships have never lasted more than a few months at the most. Now, I know that I am no poster boy for stable and committed relationships but this asshole is something else.
He studied law at U-Dub and graduated with a masters degree, he worked for his Father's law firm for three years before quitting and leaving Washington for New York. He was in and out of jobs for six months, fucking his way through the city and being a general waste of space. He was arrested in 2006 for assaulting his girlfriend but nothing ever came of it, she accused him of pinning her against a wall while he had his hands around her neck and that was after he attempted to force himself on her. She managed to flee the apartment and report him to the police, he was arrested then later released on bail. He was never taken to court due to lack of evidence and no eye witnesses. He then took up writing and continued to sleep around. He moved onto married women and when he got bored of that he took an interest in younger women who worshipped the ground he fucking worked on. He moved to Seattle eighteen months ago and approached publishing house after publishing house with his story, every company threw him out on his ass before the story even went to print due to his lack of professionalism and disrespect for the female staff, he was caught fucking several assistants and secretaries on the job. SIP contracted him three months ago and now the mother fucking jackass is working beside my girlfriend. Well he can suck my dick if he thinks that's going to happen.
"Mr. Grey, I have Logan Chalmers on line two for you." I accept the call.
"Chalmers. Grey."
"Mr. Grey, what can I do for you?" His baritone voice floats down the phone, to be honest I'm fucking pissed off that this fucker is working with Ana too but I don't know what the hell I can do about that, he's a good looking son of a bitch and the only reason that I haven't hit the roof about his proximity with Ana is because he's married and actually seems like a decent guy. I worked with him around six months ago when SIP was undergoing a take over. Don't I fucking wish that I bought the place now.
"I believe that you've asked Anastasia Steele to work alongside James Bryce?" No point in beating around the fucking bush.
"That's correct, she'll be assisting me with the editing of his final manuscript which should go to print within the next three months."
"Yeah. That's not happening." I deadpan.
"Excuse me?"
"Look, lets just get straight to the point here, Chalmers. Anastasia is my girlfriend, you know that she's my girlfriend so I know you're not surprised that I don't want her working alongside that fucking asshole."
"Mr. Grey, I understand your reticence towards Bryce but I can assure you that Miss. Steele isn't in any kind of danger working beside him, I will be with her at all times and she will never be alone with him."
"Not good enough. The guy is a prick, he flirts with anything that has a pair of tits and I don't want my girlfriend around someone like that, I don't think he's fit to be around any female for that matter but I can't control that. Everyone who has vetted the ass knows all about his history." I hear him take a deep breath.
"Can I be frank here?"
"Yes."
"I agree with you. Bryce is a prick, he's a philanderer and he doesn't give a shit who knows about it either, he's fucked that many women - Married women might I add that I'm surprised his dick hasn't fallen off. I understand that you are uncomfortable with your girlfriend being around him and I am beginning to regret asking her to be part of this project now but I do believe that she can be brilliant. I just think that she needs a shot."
"She will be brilliant, she's extremely intelligent and bright and I believe in her like no one else can or ever will but I don't want her to be brilliant around this bastard. She's already gone through so much and I refuse to put her in any more danger, Chalmers." I snap my mouth shut and roll my eyes when I realise what I just said.
"Any more danger?" I tug at my hair and inwardly curse myself repeatedly, I slam my palm against the desk and close my eyes. What the fuck do I even say to this now?
"Forget I even said anything, I just don't feel -" He cuts me off.
"Grey, if there is anything regarding Anastasia's welfare then I think I have a right to know. As her employer it is my duty to protect her." I want to fucking scream at him and tell him that it isn't his job to protect her it's mine and mine alone, but as a business man I agree with him. I know everything about my employees and if I felt that something was being held back I would go fucking nuclear. "I've signed your NDA, Grey so you know that I wont divulge this information with anyone else." The fucker is good I'll give him that.
"She was hospitalised two weeks ago."
"Yes I know, food -"
"It wasn't food poisoning she was stabbed. An ex boyfriend." I fight the bile that rises in my throat as I breathe each syllable. Just saying it resurfaces every emotion and every fear and it makes me even more determined to protect the woman that I love. Chalmers is silent on the other end and I know that I have stumped him.
"I umm…I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything. She's fine and she insisted on returning to work despite my reluctance but this, this I can't allow to happen."
"I understand."
"So, I can trust that you will speak with Miss. Steele?" Another pause.
"You have my word."
As I hang up I contemplate what the best course of action will be, Ana cannot continue to defy me and go against my wishes. Her feisty nature is one of the reasons why I fell in love with her and I never want her to lose that but I refuse to place her in danger, I have failed to protect her one too many times before and I'll be damned if that happens again.
She means everything to me and I wouldn't be able to carry on if I lost her. She's the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on and I know that other men look at her in the same way, she has no idea just how captivating she really is and her naiveté will start to cause problems if she doesn't listen to me. I trust her implicitly, I know that she would never be unfaithful to me but I don't trust other fucking men. They will flirt with her, they will try and seduce her and they will try and take her away from me. What if Bryce tries it on with her and doesn't take no for an answer? When Sawyer phoned me and told me that she was in the meeting with him I was this close to hyperventilating, but when he said that he saw Chalmers leaving the conference room alone meaning that Ana was still in there with that piece of shit I thought my heart was on the verge of pounding through my chest. I can't allow him the opportunity to be alone with her again, I can't lose her.
She's mine.
"Sir, Sawyer has informed me that Miss. Steele wishes to stay at Miss. Kavanagh's apartment tonight." I toss the stack of spread sheets onto my desk and roll my shoulders.
"Tell him to tell her the answer is no."
"She was quite insistent, Sir." I glare at Taylor with narrowed eyes. He would never question me on any orders that I give him so I know that Ana must be kicking up a fuss, I glance at my watch and see that it is 5:15pm.
"Okay then, tell her that she can go to her Kate's if that's what she wants, and then tell her that I will kick the door down and drag her out of there by her hair if I have to." Taylor blinks but wisely doesn't say anything, I know that sounded a bit dramatic even by my standards but I don't care, I would never hurt her but there is no way in hell that she is running to her old apartment, we live together now and she can't expect to go back there every time we have a fight. He nods at me and raises his phone back to his ear, reiterating my instructions. "Well?"
"She says that you're an asshole." He deadpans. So it looks like my girlfriend is having a strop. Well, tough shit baby because you're just gonna have to get over it.
"Just hang up the fucking phone, Taylor. I'm ready to leave." I shut down the Mac and lock my office door. I actually have a shit load of work to do but I can't fucking concentrate knowing that I am about to have the mother of all fights with Ana.
We ride the elevator to the ground floor and head to the car. I text Sawyer asking him what's going on with Ana over at SIP as Taylor pulls out into the late afternoon traffic.
Headed back to Escala now. She's refusing to talk. Got a royal attitude going on as we speak.
I'm really not surprised in the slightest, my baby can throw a strop like no one else can.
She'll get over it. What did she say when I ordered her to come back to the apartment, other than that I'm an asshole?
She said that we can all fuck the fuck off, crawl under a rock and rot in hell. Those were her exact words.
See what I mean?
Tell her that I said grow the fuck up. Don't leave out the fuck part either.
I shove my phone in my jacket pocket and exhale sharply. This woman knows how to infuriate me like no other woman can, hell like no other person can. If she thinks that I am going to feel guilty for forcing Chalmers to pull her off this story then she is sorely mistaken. She will soon learn that I call the shots in this relationship and what I say goes, and if I tell her that I don't want her to work with a perverted mother fucking asshole then I mean it.
Once back at the apartment, I shower and change into jeans and a tee shirt. Mrs Jones is busying herself in the kitchen but I tell her that we won't be needing her services tonight, because something tells me that we're not going to give a shit about eating dinner. I pour myself a large bourbon and toss it back, déjà vu washes over me when I realise that it hasn't even been twenty four hours since we were last in this position. Last night we argued over something that needed discussing, there were no two ways about it, Ana needed to talk about Macy and I needed to listen. The difference about tonight is that this is fucking serious, she may think that I am interfering and trying to control her - In some ways I am but it goes beyond that, she is my world and she doesn't seem to grasp just how much she means to me. Not even ten minutes later I hear the elevator ping and the familiar sound of heels clicking against the floor. I brace one hand against the glass of the floor to ceiling windows and swirl the amber liquid in the tumbler mindlessly.
Her presence bathes me. It electrifries me even when we're fighting, the feel of her in the same room as me overwhelms me. It always has done.
I glance over my shoulder and see her stood at the other end of the room glaring at me, she cocks her hips to the side as her right hand comes to rest on her hip. She kicks one foot out and widens her eyes at me motioning for me to talk. She looks so fucking hot right now, domineering and ready for action.
"Christian." She acknowledges me.
"Anastasia." I acknowledge her right back.
"Well, are you going to say anything?"
"About?"
"You know what about, you asshole. What the fuck did you think you were playing at today?"
"I could ask you the same question." I toss the remainder of my drink down my throat and turn around to face her.
"Oh I'm sorry, what the hell did I do today? Except my fucking job."
"Watch your language, Anastasia." I uncurl a finger from the now empty tumbler and point it in her direction. Neither of us have moved an inch, it's like we're in a face off. Both us are so fired up and pissed off and I'm not quite sure who will come out on top.
"No! You completely disrespected me today, Christian. Not only did you fire ridiculous demands at me you hung up on me and proceeded to run to my boss like a little bitch, how could you do that to me?"
"To protect you! I had to do something because you sure as fuck weren't listening to me, Ana. Do you think that I wanted to call, Chalmers? What part of Bryce isn't safe aren't you grasping? He is a notorious philanderer and women like you are his type."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, women like me?" I groan and roll my eyes.
"Use your head, Ana. Young, beautiful, hotter than fucking hell do you need for me to continue?" She huffs and folds her arms across her chest, I will myself not to look at her ample cleavage that is now peeking through her shirt.
"I don't give a shit about his reputation, Christian. So he likes to fuck so what? He's a man and that's what men do. He was nothing but professional throughout that meeting." She blinks and her voice wavers indicating to me that she's not telling me the truth.
"You're lying."
"No, I'm not don't be ridiculous."
"Did he try something?" She looks away and releases a puff of air before addressing me in a soft and timid voice.
"No."
"Bullshit!" I hurl the glass that I wasn't even aware I was still holding across the room, it makes perfect contact with the wall and smashes into nothing more than smithereens, Ana flinches and takes a step back. "Do not fucking lie to me." My chest is heaving with ragged breaths. If he laid one finger on her I will hunt the bastard down and tear him apart with my bare hands.
"Christian! I'm not lying! You need to calm down."
"No, you need to stop pissing me off, Ana and start being honest with me." I take three steps forward and she takes another one back. I know that I've scared her but I need for her tell me the truth.
"I am being honest! You're acting like such an asshole do you know that? So he looks at women's asses so what!"
"He looked at your ass?"
"All men look at my ass, Christian. You need to get a fucking grip and stop beating your chest like King fucking Kong. I am a grown woman and I am more than capable of handling myself. Don't you trust me or something?"
"Of course I trust you. I just don't trust him, I don't trust any man around you but I especially don't trust him. There are things on his background check that go beyond sex, Ana."
"Such as?" She walks over to the armchair and perches herself on the arm rest.
"Like assaulting his ex girlfriend and getting arrested for a start. He's a violent womaniser and I don't want the woman that I love around someone like that." I fist my hands on my hips and lower my gaze. Why can't she understand that I am trying to protect her? Because right now I feel like I'm banging my head against a wall. "That's why I made Logan pull you off of the project." She shakes her head and I swear that I see a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"He didn't pull me off it. I'm still assisting him." Excuse me?
"What?"
"You heard me, I'm still working with Bryce. Let's just say that I appealed to Logan's better nature and he understood my side of the story, because unlike you he believes in my abilities to be a great editor and doesn't want to knock me down every chance he gets." My ears ring at the sound of her championing another man that isn't me and I fight the urge to pin her against a wall and fuck her senseless, showing her exactly who she belongs to. "Your little intervention didn't work, Christian."
"You're still on the project?" She nods and I feel my blood boil. She defied me. Chalmers defied me. "Not for much fucking longer, Ana. You might think that you have won this little battle but let me tell you that you haven't won the war, you are not and I repeat, not working with James fucking BRYCE!" I yell and she visibly flinches again. Her face turns cold and her eyes darken. Oh I'm sorry baby, have I pissed you off? Join the fucking club.
"You know what, Christian. Go fuck yourself!" She stands up and storms towards the bedroom. I contemplate following her but decide against it. I'll let her cool off before I talk to her again. I head to my study and throw myself into contracts and profit margins.
I'm still in my study two hours later. It's just gone 8.30pm and I haven't seen Ana or spoken to her since we had our fight, I continue to immerse myself with my paperwork despite the fact that our fight is still unresolved and nothing has been sorted out.
"You told him." I lift my head and see Ana stood in the doorway of my office. She's changed out of her work clothes into yoga pants and a tank top with a grey and long, tight fitted cardigan on top. Her hair has been released from the ponytail and her face is puffy, her eyes are red and sore and I can tell straight away that she has been crying. Really crying.
"What?" She sniffs and wipes her nose with the back of her sleeve.
"Logan. You told him what happened to me, that Brody attacked me." She hiccups and sniffs again. "How could you do that to me?" My heart beat rings through my ears and my hands start to clam up.
"Ana, I'm sorry I didn't mean to tell him it just slipped out…I never meant to tell him."
"So you're telling me that you, the man who never loses control let something so big and personal to me just slip out? Do you expect me to believe that?" I stand and walk around the desk to her but she holds her hand out telling me to stay where I am. "Don't."
"Baby, I -"
"No, Christian I said don't. Don't try and sugar coat this with nice words and lame apologies because it won't cut it. You've really hurt me this time." She closes her eyes and the tears fall silently down her cheeks, making my heart twist.
"I know I fucked up, I should never have told him what really happened but you have to believe me when I say that it did just slip out. I was on one because I was pissed about Bryce and I couldn't hold it in, I was trying to get across just how much I need to protect you." She shakes her head and pushes her hair away from her face with both hands.
"You knew how much I wanted to keep that a secret, you knew that I wouldn't be able to handle people knowing about Brody and the fact that I was stabbed, were you purposely trying to hurt me?" Her words slice through me and my throat constricts. That cuts deep, more than anything else that has happened today. The thought of her thinking that I would purposely want to hurt her kills me. It physically pains me to hear those words leaving her mouth.
"No, god no, baby. Ana I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you."
"See, this is why I wanted to stay at Kate's tonight. I've been trying to figure out all day why you would do that to me and I knew that asking you about it tonight would make me feel like this."
"Like what?" She doesn't answer me, she turns her head and closes her eyes but I stop her by grasping her chin in between my fingers and yanking her face back towards mine. "Ana, like what?" Her eyes shine with unshed tears and she blinks several times, trying to stop them from falling.
"Like I don't even want to be around you right now." Her voice is barely above a whisper but I heard every single word as if she has yelled into my ear through a megaphone.
"Baby -" She pulls her face from my hold and wipes her cheeks again with the back of her sleeve.
"I just need to be on my own. I want to go to sleep and I want to go alone. So either you sleep in the guest room or I will." Alone? Guest room? What?
"No, Ana I don't want to sleep -" She cuts me off again.
"Well right now I don't care what you want, I want to sleep alone and I want you to respect my wishes. So can you do that? Will you sleep in the guest room?"
We look at each other for the longest time before I eventually force myself to nod in agreement. She nods once and leaves my office. The breeze from the door closing shut hits my face and her scent invades my senses. I stand rooted to the spot and I just stare at the door for what feels like hours, the feeling of being alone suddenly hits me and all I want to do is leave this room and go after her. I want to grab her and hold her to my chest, I want to run my fingers through her hair and kiss every inch of her skin and beg her not to leave me. I want to tell her that I love her more than anything in this world and that I will do anything to make this right.
What the fuck have I done?
So what do we think? Was Christian right to behave the way he did? And do we believe that Logan is a good guy?
Until next time!
MrsCTG x