My dear little broccolis πππ
π So remember that this pic is RATED M, and it is not only for the sexy times. Some dark moments will be approached in this story, and they can trigger some people. This is a fair warning to remind you that this story sets place in a dark world, which means it is bound to mountains dark themes.
Love, Mina πππ
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Chapter 55: The Proposal (1,2K)
π FIRST OF ALL, my thoughts go to everyone across the world. This is a difficult time for us all, and I hope none of you or your closed ones is affected. I am not a doctor, nor a politician but don't fall into panic and just respect the security measures. Be as clean, if not cleaner than usual. Eat healthy food. And look after yourself and your loved ones. Stay indoors as much as possible, until we can do something about this terrible disease that is striking us all. Those are the times to look for one another and not be selfish. I know this sounds corny, but after seeing people buying 15 packs of toilet rolls and fighting for yet another, I just feel that we're missing out on what really matters. This virus doesn't discriminate and doesn't tire. We should fight against it, not against our peers for an extra pack of toilet rolls β¦
π So, I know this is a short chapter, but the next one (or the one after) should be longer, don't worry.
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Christian's PoV
The day they came back from Italy, Christian learnt that Raymond was going to Washington a couple of days later with Will, to give his support on some sort of campaign the politician was running. It wasn't something major, and he actually even considered sending Jordan in his place, but in the end, the boss had decided to do it himself. And since it was for such a minor cause, Christian had decided that he would go with Raymond.
Raymond had actually been surprised by Christian's sudden decision to follow him to DC. Mostly because Christian never particularly liked Will (or politics to be more precise). But when he asked Christian where was this interest coming from, Christian simply shrugged it off, saying that he simply wanted to be there.
The truth was, he wanted to ask for Ana's hand as soon as possible. now that they were back from Italy and that he was in possession of the ring, it seemed to burn his pocket, and all he wanted to do was sling it on Ana's finger. Still, this was the one thing he could give to Raymond, the possibility to give his blessing or not.
In all honesty, Christian highly doubted that Raymond would go ballistic and try to kill him. Sure he knew that no matter his relationship with his mentor, Ana would always come first in his boss's eyes, but this was the exact same reason why he did not fear Raymond's wrath that much. No matter what, Raymond would want his daughter to be happy, and if he, Christian, was already asking for her hand, it meant that he was already playing a part in that precious happiness.
And asking Raymond for his daughter's hand actually solved another problem that seemed to torment Ana. She wouldn't have to make a choice. He knew that Raymond would feel like he had been backed into a corner and that no mobster ever liked being in that position; but he also knew that once again, Ana's happiness would come first.
In truth, he hadn't told anyone yet about his plans. Only Mia knew about the ring, though he was sure that Jordan has his doubts that he would propose soon. Whilst being in Italy, he considered calling Jose to let him know of his intentions, but he decided against it. The fewer people knew, the fewer chances there were for Ana to find out about the ring. He wanted it to be a surprise.
The morrow of their return from Italy, Christian went back home rather early, and he was surprised to find Ana waiting for him on the sofa. She usually stayed with her father when she came back from a trip. She brightly smiled to him when he closed the door behind him and announced,
"Daddy is going to Washington. So I figured I'd better spend my time here with you, than home with my shadow."
Christian gave her back her smile, sitting next to her after briefing kissing her. And suddenly, he felt really hot, though he couldn't tell if it was because it was the middle of spring, or if it was because of what he was about to say. As if nothing, he patted his pocket, making sue for the umpteenth times if the ring was at its proper temporary place, all the while Ana placed her legs on his laps like she so often did.
"Well, you'll have to stay here with Bastille, because I am going to Washington with your father."
She seemed confused, clearly oblivious of what was going on inside Christian's head. "But β¦ I don't get it. Dad said that it was some simple routine. Why do you need to go too?"
"I don't really have to go. I just want to go. So I can be there with your father."
"I don't get it."
Why was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? Or even to swallow? Though he had never been a people person. Christian facade himself to be a rather good spokesman, and a person that was hardly perturbed by anything. And still, doing that one simple thing that was to ask the love of his life to be his wife seemed to be like the hardest thing he had ever done, no matter how little words there were actually needed to be said.
"I'm going to ask him for your hand whilst we'll be there."
He sensed under his palms how she suddenly stiffened and witnessed her face pass from genuine curiosity to an unreadable mask. Her blue eyes stared into his grey ones, suddenly looking cold, and she asked with an even voice,
"Excuse me?"
"I am going to ask your Dad for his blessing so I can marry you. I am tired of having to sneak out to be with you. I want to hold your hand in the streets, without having to watch my back for him to emerge from the shadows," Christian explained, reaching his hand to caress Ana's cheek.
For a few long minutes, Ana didn't say anything, her eyes studying Christian's as if she was seeing him on a whole new light. And then, she brusquely rose to her feet, putting distance between Christian and her. In the blink of an eye, she was by the door, putting her coat on.
"Don't bother. This has been going on for too long anyway. I'm done with you," She said, refusing to look at him, and Christian felt his world crumble under his feet. This was not how things were supposed to happen. He didn't even get the chance to get the ring out of his pocket.
He swiftly walked to her, taking her arm in his hand as she was already trying to open the door; and he forced her to look at him. "Ana?" Was all he could say without feeling his throat hurt. He could actually feel tears burning his eyes and threatening to fall.
Ana still refused to look at him, and she demanded with a cold voice that wasn't hers: "Let me go, Grey. Wouldn't want my Dad finding me in your apartment, now, would we?"
And without further ado, she left, slamming the door behind her.
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πYour thoughts and opinions are always welcomedπ
πSo, please pay attention to what is happening here β¦ try to put yourself in both character's shoes, according to how I developed them throughout the story.
~ Anyway, question time:
πSo that was a disaster ... Did you enjoy it?
π What do you think of Ana right now? Do you understand her decision?
π And what do you think will do next?
πWhat was your favourite part?
Anyway, E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, everything else is mine.
Love, Minaπππ
