Sorry for the long wait. I swear I have the worst luck when it comes to technology, my phone has decided to stop turning on from one day to another, just like that. The TechSupport guy at Verizon said it had to do with the core of my phone, which means my phone over heated, but oddly the battery is fine. Anyway, I basically lost three chapters and two for my other story, but now I'm typing on my tablet. Lol, see I'm smart.
I don't own any of these characters. I'm just having some fun with them.
Enjoy!
Anastasia
"Kate I just don't understand, he's never done this before." I cry through the phone as I'm wiping my tears away with my sleeve.
"Ana, he probably has a major deal coming up." Kate tries to reason with me, but its no use. I cry harder when I catch sight of the alarm on our nightstand.
"Kate its three in the morning and he's not home yet." I blubber, while Kate tries to soothe me over the phone.
"Ana get some sleep, and when you wake up in the morning talk to him. Tell him how you feel, but tell him." Kate advises me before we disconnect the call.
Deciding once again to send Christian a message asking what time he's coming home, I close my eyes in hope he'll respond, but dissapointment soon hits me with such great force, that before I know it I'm fast asleep.
I wake up with the worst headache ever and streach my hand towards Christian, but come back empty.
He didn't come home last night.
Lifting the blanket of me, I get off our bed and walk towards the bathroom. As I stand infront of the sink my sight lands on my reflection through the mirror. My eyes look puffy, my face is blotchy, and my nose is slightly irritated from all the tissue I've used.
Looking at my reflection, I try to come up with reasons for why Christian hasn't been home, but just I as I tell my self he loves me, very unwelcome images come to mind. My heart begins to race and my palms become sweaty, as I shake my head to clear those images away. He'd never do that!
Choosing to take a quick shower, I strip off all my clothes and stand under the warm water. Closing my eyes when I throw my head back to wash the shampoo off. Grabbing a hair pin I wrap my wet hair in a bun on top of my head and reach for the washcloth and my body wash, squeezing a dollop size amount on the washcloth.
Passing the washcloth around my body, my hand lingers on my small baby bump. I'm only now entering my fourth month, but to be honest my belly hasn't grown much.
"Ana?" Gail's voice startles me, as she gently knocks on the bathroom door.
"Yes, Gail?" I answer back, quickly standing under the shower.
"Your breakfast is ready."
"I'll be right out." I say, turning off the shower,grabbing a towel, and wrapping it around me.
Ten minutes later I'm dressed in a black high-waist knee high squirt with a royal blue button down short sleeve silk shirt, and a matching set of royal blue lace bra and panties underneath.
Gail turns her sight on me when the clicking of my black six inch heels, resonates through the kitchen.
"Good morning Ana." She smiles kindly at me, but I can tell she also feels sorry for me.
"Morning Gail." I answer and she gently places a plate of eggs, bacon,and toast in front of me.
"Swayer, I'd like to go to GEH please." I tell swayer while I walk towards the front door with Luke behind me.
"Ana?" He looks at me with a questioning brow, but I refuse to go into details. I extend my hand towards him, but it's my turn to raise an eyebrow when he hesitates, but reluctantly he places his phone in my hand.
"Now, take me to GEH. Please." I turn to look at him as he opens the back door of the car for me.
While I was having breakfast by myself, for the second time in a row, I came to a conclusion. Since Christian can ignore my messages over the phone, then he can ignore me in the same room. But darn it! I will see my husband!
I can feel Luke's eyes on me every now and then as he drives to GEH, but I refuse to look his way. I know in my heart Christian would never hurt me, but if I see just a hint of pity in Luke's eyes, I will lose it.
I take my phone out of my purse and try once more and send Christian a message, but I get no response.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back against the headrest, as I try to calm my beating heart. I can feel the car turn the corner and before Luke makes a complete stop in front of GEH, I purposefully step out of the car and make my way through the revolving doors, past the receptionist desk and walk towards the bank of elevators, just in time as one opens.
Turning around I see Luke trying to catch up to me but is held back slightly by the rush of people coming out of the other two elevators.
"Ana," I hear Luke say my name as the elevator doors close, when I press down on the twenty-seventh button.
I refuse to lift my finger off the button as I feel it rise, only now do I realize I'm not the only one in the cart.
I smile at the elderly gentleman who looks slightly uncomfortable with my presence.
"What floor?" I ask with a kind smile.
"You first, please I insist." He smiles and turns his attention to the elevator door, and before I know it we reach the twenty-seventh floor and I step out telling the elderly gentleman to have a nice day, he smiles and waves back.
"Mrs. Grey?" I hear Andrea's shocked voice to the left of me as I pass her desk, but I ignore her and walk up to Christian's office. Stopping momentarily to knock, before I open the door, I try to once again control my beating heart.
"I'm busy!" He growls loudly on the other side of the door, and just hearing his voice even when annoyed is like a soothing balm to my beating heart.
"You know, I've notice you're quite busy especially since you haven't come home for the past two days to your wi..." My words hault as I see a woman scantily dressed standing beside him, smiling and pointing at something on his desk.
My throat constricts and my eyes water, as I take in the sight. Christian looks tired and I can tell he hasn't been able to sleep lately, his hair is a complete mess, no doubt from running his hands through his hair, and he wears a light growth of stubble on his face.
"Could you excuse us." I speak loudly and the blonde woman standing beside him gathers her things and quickly makes her way out of Christian's office. Leaving Christian who looks at me as if I'm a tall glass of water.
"Ana?" He speaks and I can see his shoulders drop from exhaustion.
"What is wrong with you?" I ask as I make my way towards him. "Do you know how sick I was to know you haven't been home, Christian?" I ask him as I cup his face with both hands, so he can look at me. "Is that what you want?" He closes his eyes and inhales deeply when he pulls me by my hips closer to him.
"No." He answers and kisses my baby bump. "God no Ana."
"Then let's go home." I tell him as I try to move out of his hold, but its useless.
"Okay," he says and I'm about to walk away when I feel his hand roam up my outer thigh. "But first," I gasp when his fingers fidle with the lace of my panties, skimming the entrence of my core, when he places his leg between mine.
"Christian, you're tired." I try to reason with him, but the glare he throws my way, makes me shut my mouth.
"I'm never to tired to fuck my wife." Christian growls and presses the intercom button telling Andrea not to interrupt.
"Fuck you're a sight for sore eyes baby." He says as he stands and moves me on top of his desk, lifting the skirt to my waist and pulling my panties off in the process.
"Come home." I beg as he drops to his knees and lifts my legs and places them over his shoulder. I moan as soon as his tounge makes contact with my wet pulsing core.
"I already am." He says and places his index finger in my core, gently pressing down, so his tounge can slide in and out with ease.
"Christian." I moan his name and just when I'm ready for my orgasm to hit, he stops and stands.
"I'm not done." He smiles and walks towards the door locking it with a resounding click.
My heart begings to race and I know I will be deliciously sore later.
"No one can hear you scream." My head turns to the direction of his voice, smiling when I see the playful glint in his eyes.
"Oh really?" I ask while my fingers unbutton my silk shirt exposing my lace bra. He nods his head as his eyes are fixated on my covered breasts.
"Gently, they're tender." I warn him as he cups one of my breasts, hissing when he feels my nipple harden under his finger tips.
"Soundproof baby." He whispers and I grunt when I feel his teeth sink into my tender breast.
"I've missed that sound." He mumbles with a mouthful, and my hands run through his hair, pulling at the roots.
Christian spins me around and gently pushes me forwards, instinctively grabbing hold on the edge of his desk.
"You have the most beautiful ass," he says as he bathes both cheeks with kisses. "That I love to turn pink."
It takes me a moment to understand what he said, but before I know it, I hear a slap and feel a slight sting that has me moaning and wanting more.
"You want more?" He asks and I nod my head, grunting, when I feel another sting.
"Use words."
"Yes." It comes out as a whisper, but I know he heard me.
"Yes, what?" He asks once more and I'm about to tell him where to go, when I feel him roughly enter me.
"Oh fuck," we groan simultaneously and I moan once again when I feel Christian twitch inside of me.
"I love you to much, so promise me you'll come home." I say between grunts, moans, and groans, while Christian moves in and out of me slowly, but forcefully.
Pulling my head back by my hair, I feel his lips beside my ear, "Never again baby." He grunts and bites down on my shoulder, when my inner walls clench around him. "Never fucken again."
Wrapping my arms around his neck, his hands move to cup my breasts as they bounce, squeezing, everytime he deeply penetrates me.
"I want to see you." He grunts as he slides out of me and begins to undress me fully, bending down to place a few kisses on my baby bump.
"Shit, I missed you." Christian says, while looking at me intently. My eyes start to water once more, and before I can say anything, I scream when feel my back against the cold window.
"Do that again." He says and gently slides me down to his waiting erection. I groan once more when the head of his penis enters my opening.
"Look at me." He grunts, placing the pad of his thumb on my clitoris pressing and rubbing simultaneously.
My eyes flutter and I can feel my orgasm nearing, but when I feel Christian's fingers pinch my nipple, I gloriously explode around him, tilting my head on the glass window.
"I'm going to cum." He groans and moves at a much rougher pace. I wince slightly when I feel a new orgasm about to start. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the feeling of Christian fucking me while we are against the floor to ceiling glass window in his office. And the thought of someone watching us has me coming so hard, I make Christian come as well.
"Let's go home baby," Christian says as he kisses my temple while he's seated on his office chair with me on his lap. "I have two days to make up for."
I look up at my husband and smile when he says, "I'm not done with you yet."
Two hours later and Christian is finally able to rest. I haven't yet spoken to him, or asked about why he hasn't been home. But I'd figured I might as well let him rest for a while and then I'll ask.
Getting out of bed, I throw on one of his shirts and walk out of our room to retrieve a glass of water from the kitchen downstairs, but stop half way, when I notice his office door is slightly open. Gently I push it open wider and catch sight of his briefcase on top of his desk.
My curiosity gets the better side of me and I walk towards his desk, grabbing his briefcase and opening it to see what he's been working on.
My heart drops to the bottom of my tummy as I see three pictures of us on our wedding day, and a paper filled with ideas surrounding one bubble that reads, "Third year anniversary."
A small giggle escapes my mouth, when it hits me. My fifty is planning our anniversary get away, that's the reason for why he hasn't been home.
"It's difficult to plan a surprise, when the person you want to surprise is always near you." I turn around and blush at having been caught snooping.
He lets out a boyish laugh at my expense, "Ms. Levine has organized the surprise," he answers my unspoken question when he sees my brows furrow. "The woman you saw in my office."
I slowly nod in understanding and bite my lower lip to stop the tears that are threatening to fall.
In a blink of an eye Christian is standing before me, cupping my face and gently whipping my tears away with the pad of his thumb, "I'm sorry baby." He says and I can see the pain he feels, to have made me hurt.
"Don't ever ignore my messages." I say as he peppers my face with kisses. "Don't ever not come home." I pout, while he tenderly picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, while he walks in the direction of our bedroom. "Talk to me." I say, and he gently lowers me on our bed.
"I promise." Christian says before he makes tender love to me again and again throughout the night.
A/N: Like I've said these one shots are not in specific order, the dates are not those of the book, and lets just say if you read all the chapters together, they wouldn't make sense... Although Ana's pregnancy is the only link to these series of one shots.