A/N: Does anyone else spend their paycheck on iced coffee or is that just me?
It had been a few days since Christian and Ana left Florida. He waited very impatiently for the Intel on that annoying blonde. Ana could tell something was on his mind but couldn't pry it out of him. He would just send her on a shopping trip. She began to worry he had cheated on her while she and Kate shopped. He had been acting strange since then.
Christian knew Ana was starting to suspect things and couldn't keep sending her off on shopping trips, she wasn't that dim. He couldnt get that woman out of his head. She wasn't anything special. Just some poor thinking shes entitled to his wealth. "Eat the rich." He spat hatefully. Who the hell does she think she is? He slammed his fist on his thigh.
Soon enough his Intel came in. He excitedly opened the email. Her address, job, phone number, type of car she had, relationships, and places she frequented were finally revealed. Being rich gave you almost unlimited power. Something Christian was well aware of. He made sure to save all the info.
What now? He paced around the room, trying to decide what to do. He could call her, show up at her house. A new anxiousness filled him. He decided to text her first. I liked your overalls from the other day. Eat the rich, that's funny. He rolled his eyes, she would happily march him to the guillotine if she could.
Twenty minutes has passed since he sent her that text, why hasn't she responded yet? Christian huffed. He wanted her attention and he wanted it now!Who did she think she is? Ignoring him like that. Ana walked into the study, he aggressively closed the space between them and wrapped a hand around her throat and kissed her passionately. They parted a few minutes later, breathless. "Is everything okay, Christian? You've been acting a little strange since we left Florida." Ana asked in concern, placing a palm on his cheek. He pulled away and clenched his jaw. "I'm fine it's just work stuff." He snapped, his hands in his pocket, waiting for that woman to respond already. Ana quirked a brow and let it go for now. "Just take care of yourself, Christian. I love you." She said before leaving. "I love you too!" He called after her retreating form. She turned back and smiled as she disappeared around the corner.
Christain let out a tense sigh and ruffled his hair. He took out his phone, ready to send a pushy message. She finally responded! Who is this and how did u get my #? His face twisted in anger at her response. You're supposed to say thank you. He texted her back. How rude! He thought with balled fists. I'm not playing this game. She texted. Oh you're not are you? Christain quickly typed up another response, oh but you are, sweetheart. He was confused for a second when it wouldn't send. "She blocked me?" He said to himself in disbelief. "She fucking blocked me!" He yelled and swiped everything off his desk.
"That bitch!" He snarled. She couldn't ignore him that easily. He sent her 50 bouquets of flowers to her home and work. "Ignore this." He scoffed.
A/N: Thanks for reading y'all