The following morning I walk into Christian's on en suite bathroom and begin to brush my hair as I look in the mirror. It's been a crazy few weeks since that night Christian Grey stepped into my life. Who knew that he would change my life so much. Last night after we made love under the stars out in the park, we both had an early night as I'm driving my dad to the airport later today. My hand is pulling the brush through my hair when I hear the shout.
"Where the hell did these come from?" The voice shouts.
I race out of the bathroom and into Christian's bedroom heading towards the door.
"I want to know how she got these? Do you hear me? Do whatever it takes! Put anyone you need on this! Understood?!" The voice snaps hard.
"Yes, sir. Right away." A stern voice says back.
I pull the door open to see Taylor heading for the elevator fast. He seems like a man on a mission. My eyes scan the room and find Christian standing in an office area just off the main apartment floor. The door is wide open as I'm sure that's where Taylor has just sped out of. I walk over quickly wanting to make sure everything is okay. As soon as I get near the door, I see Christian holding a yellow envelope with some papers on top of them.
I barely even step into the room when his whole body tenses up and suddenly the papers catch fire. The flame is quick and blue destroying whatever was on the papers as he drops the remains into the metal trash bin next to his desk. It's still flaming as he turns to me.
"Ana, is everything okay?" He asks, concern on his features.
"Yes, I was about to ask you the same question. What was all that about?" I ask hopeful for any information he gives me.
"It's nothing to worry about." He smiles while holding my face in his hands.
"Really? Is that why your trash can has a blue fire in it?" I say sarcastically.
"Ana, really, it's nothing." I can see he is getting angry.
"What was with the outburst then? Not to mention going all fire starter on the paperwork?" I just can't help myself.
My inner angel wants answers and this time she is damn determined to get them. I see his eyes are on fire with anger. The steel cold grey gaze shows he is not to be messed with now.
"Ana, don't make me force you to stop." He gets an instant reaction from me as I know the words he would use to make me stop. I wish I could have stopped myself, but I couldn't. My mind bursts with all my questions that have built up about him.
"What is your problem, Christian?" I say almost shouting.
"Ana, se soumettre." He snaps at me.
Those two words that end the conversation. I want to snap back at him with all the questions that I have for him as my mind tells me to do as he asks. My inner devil is already in the position hoping to get some type of reward gazing up at him while my inner angel is balling up her fists and storming around like a child in a strop.
He trusts me and I can't betray his trust after everything he has shown me about himself; so I feel my own body slip down to my knees and I kneel there. I pull my hands behind my back and raise my head up to look into his eyes.
He stares at me in that pose as I gaze up at him.
"What are your plans for today?" He demands.
"I have to take my father to the airport. He is flying home today." I offer to him.
Just then Christian's phone goes off.
He pulls it out and steps passed me heading out of the room leaving me kneeling there.
"Yes. Right, what the hell is going on? What does she think she is playing at?" He barks down the phone.
I risk a glance at Christian and he is facing away from me by the sofa. I'm in my submissive position as I look back at the trash can. The blue flame has died by now. I'm conflicted as to if I should check the bin. My inner angel tells me to go and check it, my inner devil is shaking her head not wanting to anger Christian.
Well, curiosity killed the cat, but I can't resist. As I look over my shoulder and find my magician still on the phone, I quickly move forward getting off my knees. I sprint to the trash can and reach inside. It's not hot, surprisingly it's cold even after being on fire. The documents are completely destroyed apart from one small corner.
It's photographic paper and I can see the edge of what seems like a newspaper clipping. That's all, as the rest is destroyed. Great, something to do with the news, as I glance over my shoulder and slip the piece of paper into my pocket.
He's still not looking and I race back into place. I drop down and put my hands back in place. It's only when I raise my head that Christian walks in a few seconds later.
"Taylor and I will take you back to your apartment." He tells me without argument.
His phone rings again and he answers, this time staying in the room close to me. I keep my eyes locked on him as he looks back at me.
"Yes. What do you mean it's not ready? Two hours? Fine. Just get it here." He snaps again and shuts the phone. He leans down to me so I can stare closely into his eyes.
"I'm sorry for getting angry but please, Ana, don't push me. This is not the day to defy me." I can see his features softening.
"May I stand please?" I ask carefully.
"Yes, of course, we will leave in a few minutes." He turns away from me and heads over to his desk as I leave.
(Well I'm going to leave you all with questions for the weekend. Who is doing this? What was on those papers? Ana has forced him to use his words again. Was Ana right for looking in the trash can? What could this mean as we are now five chapters away from the end of part one.
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