I spent the morning and most of the afternoon in my dream world picturing me and Christian together and how good our life would be. I do wait until Kate leaves for work and the moment she is out the door I dive onto the sofa and grab the remote wanting to replay what I just watched. I play the interview over and over again. Five times in all just to stare at this handsome man on the screen that is mine. He looks so good on the TV I lick my lip without thinking.
If only he was here to see me do it. I would be getting dragged into the bedroom right now. I watch the interview again. He seems so laid back, confident and in control. Like it's the easiest thing in the world to do. The blonde presenter annoys me how much she is on edge by his every word. She looks about ready to pounce on him by the time the three young girls called in. I can't help but roll my eyes. Remember it's not just her he has that effect on. My mind also wanting to hear the end part over and over again. That special someone it's me.
I think through the details that interview has given me about my hunky man as I clean the dishes. So he's from England and lived there for quite a while. Then came over to AmJosea. His accent though is both British and French. How long did he stay in France for to pick up the accent? I think back to the painful look in his eyes when they asked if magic was the family business. His father was a farmer, does that mean he grew up on a farm. He doesn't seem like he would know the first thing about farming.
I wonder why the question about his family pained him so much. He has never mentioned his mom or dad. An awful thought occurs to me, what if they have both passed away leaving just Christian and Mia left. I don't want to think about those sad eyes. Those are the eyes that bring me so much happiness. I hope deep down that I bring as much happiness to him as he does to me.
It's awkward and difficult to keep myself busy when I'm not in work. I think, should I head down to check how work is going on the diner? It seems like a ridiculous idea since I couldn't even help if I wanted too. I know nothing of DIY and I'm sure Christian would have the best company working to fix the diner up after all he is rich. I pause it's the first time I have thought about it.
The stunning apartment, the tickets and paying for our hotel in San Francisco everything had been courtesy of him. I somehow keep myself busy. I did have another look on the Internet with my old laptop. I did the dishes in the time it took it to load up. My parents got me it for high school. Now it's over nine years old. My search was split today between searching for any type of animal care jobs. After the rejection from the zoo, I have begun to get desperate. I even consider going for a job working with a vet. The thought of having to put down helpless animals sickens me and I close the window. On the plus side, I do find San Diego sea world centre is looking for staff and trainers. I immediately send off my information and silently pray to hear a reply.
The second half of my search is taken up by Christian Grey. I'm on a fact-finding mission I have to know as much about this man as I can. All the information pictures and interviews of him only start from one year ago. It shows that the press is only interested in you when you're incredibly famous otherwise your nobody. I find myself getting frustrated as there are very few bits of information on him out there. Other interviewers ask similar questions and the few videos I watch of his interviews he has the female presenters eating out of his hand. I decide to check out more pictures of him.
There are a couple of pictures with fans of his. A picture of a young little girl and a young boy are hugging his neck and smiling at the camera as he is crouched down with them. His smile is so sweet and kind. He actually looks adorable and I save the picture so I can crop it later. I have never seen him look adorable. Three pictures later and there is both of us together. The one with the couple and the west gate and the other the photographer took. I look needy and helpless in his strong arms.
Enough browsing I think after I save a bunch more photos of him to a folder on the main page. I tidied the kitchen and spend even more time watching the interview back. I'm so grateful that Kate can't check how many times I have watched it. It's eighteen times already. He is addictive.
I head into the bathroom feeling sweaty after all the tidying and jump into the shower. The water feels hot against my skin and I find myself relaxing in the heat. As the flow of the water rolls over my breasts, I think back to the last time I was in the shower. What a delicious thought, my mind curls round it as I find myself looking up at the metal fixing on my shower and thinking of a belt. I can't help myself as my hands run down and slip over the swell of my breasts touching my nipples gently to make them stand out. My hands spill onto my stomach and stroke slowly downward feeling the dampness of my opening. Just as they trail into my pubic hair my phone goes off.
I briefly think to ignore it, but I can't. I shake my head in frustration and step out of the shower grabbing a pink towel to wrap around me. As I get to my phone I see it's Christian calling and I dive at my phone like a love struck teenage girl.
"Hi." His voice spills like soft velvet over the ear piece.
"Hey," I reply trying to sound normal and not needy or wanting.
"I have missed you." His voice sounds slightly off.
"I missed you too. Is everything okay?" I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
"Can I come round? I have to talk to you." There is an edge in his voice.
Less than one minute ago I wanted him here with me taking me in the shower again. Now I'm scared what if he is here to break up with me. I don't know if I could take it.
"Yes." My voice comes out shaky. "When will you be here?" I ask desperately trying to think of a way to calm my nerves before he gets here.
"I'm outside now." He says finally.
There is a strong and powerful knock on the apartment door. I get off the bed and enter the apartment heading towards the door. I still have the phone in my hand when I go to open the door and put it down on the side table. As soon as I pull the door open he gazes up at me. Christian is standing in my doorway in a silk red shirt and black jeans. He has a pained expression on his face and yet I still want him to take me to the bed and fuck all his pains away.
I see his eyes take in my state of undress and they smolder. To look so in pain and yet turned on at the same time I don't know how he does it. I managed to remember what humans say when one comes over to the others.
"Please come in," I say softly.
He walks in and I shut the door. Oh god! I have Christian Grey in my apartment and it's just us. My inner devil is marking out places for us to fuck. The sofa, floor, my bedroom, dining table, kitchen counter let's not forget the shower. My insides clench at the thought.
"Is everything okay?" I ask nervously. He turns to me with a startled look in his eyes.
"Can we talk in your bedroom?" He requests but before I have time to answer, he takes my hand and leads me into my room.
He guides me to sit on the bed and stands at the foot of the bed.
"Ana I don't know where to begin. I have never told anyone about this before in my life. You know about my magic powers." He says while I quietly nod my head. Where is he going with this? Why would he tell me this over anyone else?
"I don't want to hide the truth from you. I'm not the perfect man you think I am." He is wrong, he is the perfect man.
"Yes, you are," I say and go to move toward him. He holds his hand up stopping me.
"It's better if I show you." He reaches up to his shirt button and snaps it open with his fingers, then moves to the next one.
I lose all train of thought as his hands open each button in turn till he is at the bottom. I'm ready for him to take me as he pulls his shirt off. His nude torso on display to me at the foot of my bed.
"Please don't be scared. This is the real me." He shuts his eyes for a moment, and I watch as the flawless unmarked skin on his chest and stomach is now replaced with long thin scars. I sit up on my knees looking at him as he opens his eyes to gaze at me.
"How?" I gasp. He looks down in defeat.
"It's an illusion. I didn't want to scare you and I focus my magic to always have the illusion of the flawless skin on my front and back." I look at him softly and he bows his head.
"I'm sorry for not telling you. I wanted to, I just need..." He looks so innocent.
"Time." I finish his sentence as it now occurs to me why he hesitated to remove his shirt in the shower yesterday. I also remember how he kept his shirt on during the first time we had spent the night together.
"If you want me to go. I'll understand. I just had to tell you." His words desperate like he's lost.
I slip off the bed and step over to him. Pressing up against his body I gaze up into his eyes searching for answers. One finger reaches up and softly and slowly runs over the longest scar across his chest.
"How did you get these?" I whisper up to him. He closes his eyes.
"They are from a long time ago. I don't like to think about it." I stroke another scar running from left to right across his stomach.
"From when you were a child?" I ask my heart pained at the thought of a young Christian being viciously attacked.
"From someone I wish I never met."I reach around his back and he turns round for me as I gaze over his scarred back.
My fingers move over his shoulder trailing down onto another scar. I take it in as I try to understand what happened to this Saint. They look like slashes across his chest one way and on his back the other. What could have made these marks? A knife, a whip maybe a cane.
"Do they still hurt?" I say tentatively.
"No, they don't." I move back around to his front. His eyes are fixed on me.
"You're not running away?" He sounds unsure of himself.
"No, I'm not. Here is where I want to be." I say soulfully.
(Well is certainly seems like Ana is taken with Christian and now Christian showing her the truth about his scars. What are everyones feelings? Did you want the burn marks or do the scars intrigue you more? What was everyone expecting? So many scars adorn his body what do you all think is the cause of them? Thank you for all your reviews so far and please do keep them coming also please do favourite the story if your enjoying it. Thank you. SJamesW.)