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💚 So, something I am not sure I mentionned, all the way until WW1 or so, the language of flowers was something rather important. People knew what flowers meant, and getting flowers off season or rare because originally from another country was something big. However, only the gentre knew of that subtle language, and as we established, Ana is definitely not from the gentry.
💚 Now, in case it wasn't clear, Leila finds Ana hot, that's sure, but she will never hit on her out of respect to both Ana and Christian
💚 And everyone seems excited about the massages ... Sweet ... hihi
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💚 From Duty To Love💚
Chapter 15: Apologies Turning Sour (1,3K)
Anastasia's PoV
Christian didn't oppose to Leila's idea, as long as I was comfortable with it. But he did ask that I don't come to his office in my nightgown but fully clothed. I am a little bit nervous about this, but also curious. And if I learn properly, Christian will be able to have a few nights of sleep whilst we are away.
Right now, I am in the darkroom, watching Mr Sawyer set down the last items he went to buy for Christian. It is Friday and finally, this room is done, and I am so proud of myself. Since I know Christian loves the smell of peppermint, I hid a few dried bags in the room, and now it smells strongly of the herb.
I have put the portrait I made of Christian and me in this room, but I don't think it should stay here after Christian sees it. The room needs to always be dark, and Christian will never see it properly. Hopefully, he will have it moved to his office.
With a satisfied smile, I usher Mr Sawyer out of the room and just as I lock the door with Mr Sawyer by my side, I hear Christian's voice behind me, surprising me,
"Anastasia?"
I turn to see my husband and brightly smile at him as I see him off his coat, gloves and hat. It looks like he has come to surprise me for lunch. He is looking behind me at Mr Sawyer, and so I make the necessary introductions,
"Christian, this is Mr Luke Sawyer. Mr Sawyer, my husband I was telling you about, Christian Grey.
Both men shake hands though Christian's face is cold and unmoving and so I explain to him, "Mr Sawyer has been helping me redecorate the room to my liking. He has done an excellent job."
"Yes. It was nice working for you, Mrs Grey. Unfortunately, I have another appointment across town," Mr Sawyer excuses himself with a polite curtesy, saying that he knows his way out.
I look at Christian who is still looking where Mr Sawyer just disappeared before he puts his hand on the handle of the door to open it. I gently put my hand on his, and his cold grey eyes fall on me,
"I want to see what Mr Sawyer has been up to in this room, Anastasia."
"And you will. But I would rather for you to wait a little. It's a surprise."
He blinks, confused. "A surprise?"
I beam at him, reaching to kiss his cheek as I gently say, "Yes, a surprise. Just like the one you just gave me by coming to have lunch with me. Come, let's see what Mrs Jones has prepared."
I tug on his arm, and he moves. For a moment, we don't say anything as we walk to the dining room. I know that it does appear odd to have this man working for him when he knew nothing about him, but I don't want to ruin the surprise either.
Still, since we've had this conversation just Tuesday night about assumptions and not talking, I let him know,
"Christian, Mr Sawyer has just been under our employ. If you want to see the room now, I will show it to you but … I would rather keep the surprise for a later date. It would mean a lot to me."
He looks at me, his face calculating before he curtly nods and pulls my chair for me to sit as he tells me, "From now on, I don't want you to employ anyone. If you need work done somewhere in this house ask Mr Taylor."
He waits for me to agree before kissing my cheek and sitting on his chair in front of me for us to have lunch together.
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Taylor is driving us home from Elliott's dinner party. I made sure to see Kate and explain to her that I was wrong, though I didn't tell her about Christian's and Leila's weekly visits. it's not for her to know. Leila knows because she's a doctor, and Christian's closest friend, and I know because I'm his wife. I know Kate wouldn't say anything if I told her, but I also know that Christian wouldn't want anyone else but me to know.
He admitted that it made him feel weak to need those massages, and I don't want anyone to know he feels like that. I'm sure he doesn't want anyone to know either. So I just told Kate that I misunderstood everything and that Christian explained to me how wrong I had been.
The evening went per usual, I smiled a lot, praised Elliott a lot and managed to talk about Dr Williams to the Chief's wife who briefly mentioned having unusual pains. Christian kept me on his arm most of the night and now that we are in the back of the car, he keeps touching my thigh inappropriately. I keep trying to make him stop because Mr Taylor is with us, but he only stops when we are home.
As he helps me out of my coat, he kisses my neck, and I smell the strong bite of alcohol on his breath. I have never seen Christian strongly inhibited, and I don't like the way it makes my stomach knot. My father always said to stay away from men whose judgement were clouded by too much alcohol.
As per usual, Christian escorts me to my room, and when I turn to wish him goodnight, he cups my face and crashes his lips on mine. It is nothing like the brief kiss we shared at our wedding ceremony. It is not soft, delicate and calculated. It is unexpected, bruising and hurting. I whimper against his lips and he tackles me against the wall, pressing his whole body against mine.
Finally, he lets go of my lips, only to attack my neck and suck on it hard as his hands go to my breast.
"Christian," I cry out.
"Yes. That's my name. Your husband. The man who's been starving for you for a month now," He growls in my hear before claiming my lips again, making me feel his hardness. His hands are roaming over me, powerful and possessive and when he breaks the kiss,
"I want to be buried inside you tonight. I want to be in you whilst you scream my name. You're mine, Anastasia."
"Christian," I complain, and before I can construct any logical thought he opens the door and takes me to my room, laying me on my bed and making me swallow with difficulty. This is nothing like our other times, and I try to reason him,
"Not tonight."
"Anastasia, can't you feel how much I want you? I've missed you, your skin, your body. I am a man, Anastasia. And I need you," He says in my ear as he lifts the skirt of my dress and I feel a tear escape my eyes. This is nothing like the sweet and caring Christian I have known over the past months. This isn't the Christian I love. This is not the Christian my husband wants to be.
He kisses my neck, telling me again how much he missed me, and it's only when he starts to undo the laces in the back of my dress, nipping at the top of my breast, that I can't help but violently sob as I tell him,
"You're scaring me, Christian."
He immediately stops, his gaze meeting mine and horror striking his face as more tears escape me. Without a word, he gets up and leaves my room and I rush behind him to lock the door, falling to my knees and bursting in tears.
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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚
💚 So, they finally shared a kiss ... Or Christian kissed Ana forcefully. If you want a glimpse on his state of mind right now, remember how he reacted to Leila's encounter with Brian
💚 And Christian met Luke, he was not happy apparently, no matter what Ana told him.
💚 And I know this was short, but you can understand why I ended it here ...
💚And something new, artists & flowers 💚
💚Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. What was your favourite part? What do you think will happen next?
💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise. Everything else is mine.
Love, Mina💚💚💚