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Confession

Chapter 7

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"Hold me?" he heard her ask, and that's exactly what he did.

As he pulled her in a tight embrace, a content smile appeared on his lips. They both let out a deep breath, eyes closed. While her nose landed in the crook of his neck, Christian felt so at ease compared to barely half an hour ago.

They both reveled at the wonderful sensation of being surrounded by each other's warm bodies, inhaling each other's scent.

Right then, Ana's mind went to weird and unexpected places. She didn't know why she did it, but the words unconsciously spilled from her lips, even shocking the hell out of her, when she herself heard them.

"I love you" she whispered, while in his arms.

As those three words reached his ears, a shiver went up and down Christian's spine. Never did those three, little words mean so much to him. Did those words really come from Ana's lips? Her soft, red lips...As much as he wanted to say those words back, he couldn't.

He, Christian Grey, was a fool when it came down to talking about his fucking feelings. And because he didn't respond to those words, Ana pulled away from the hug and made eye contact with him.

As their eyes locked, blue onto gray ones, she felt such a disappointed feeling go through her whole being...In response, he looked down at her with pleading eyes." I'm sorry, Ana"

She cleared her throat in response. "It's OK. I'm a big girl, Christian..." she said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Ana" He uttered, while she took a step back from him.

"I'm fine..." she said, eyes glaring at him." Aren't you going to change? You look really ridiculous in that outfit. You look like you're planning on robbing a bank, you know."

Ouch... he took it though, because he so deserved that insult.

In response, he let out a deep breath" OK, I will change now. Where's the bathroom?" he questioned, eyes still on hers.

"The door that's painted orange." she replied, face stern, and decided then to change the subject." When will you hear about the second bomb?"

He shook his head at that." I don't know yet... Leila will send me a text message, just like before"

Instead of going to the bathroom to change into some normal clothes, Christian still had his eyes on hers, still pleading. God, he loved her so much. But still, he was unable to tell her how much...

Right then, Ana felt the tension grow between them, but was unable to handle her heart being broken... again. So, she avoided his gaze at one point.

As he stood there with pleading eyes, her mind went on overdrive, wondering if Christian would ever be able to express his feelings for her. She couldn't fight those thoughts of him, even if she tried.

"You know what, I need to uhumm... get some fresh air. Be back after a while, OK. Don't wait up." Ana told him, when it became too much for her heart to take.

"Ana, wait" he managed to say, but she just exited the room, and was already out of sight.

Damn it!

Well, he may be a big ass fool, but he decided then not to let her go. So, he went after her.

"Ana!" he exclaimed, and walked wide huge strides towards her, wanting badly to catch up with her.

In the hall, she had heard him, and stopped in her tracks.

"Ana, wait" Christian said, and that's when he had reached her.

She turned around to face him, and when their eyes locked, he wanted nothing more than to confess his feelings to her.

Both Ana and Christian felt the tension between them, growing thicker by the second, so much so that you probably could cut it with a knife.

At this point, that feeling became too overwhelming for him. He felt a bit lightheaded from the adrenaline that still coursed through his veins from defusing the bomb...

"What is it, Christian?" Ana asked, the hurt in her eyes evident.

"Don't go." He pleaded, while looking at her with loving eyes. "Please, don't go... Stay?"

Ana cleared her throat in response, and stood her ground." Why? And what if I don't want to stay"

"What?" he said, surprised by her response. She has never refused him anything up until now.

Well, at this point Ana didn't want any crumbs... she wanted it all. She wanted, needed and deserved ALL of him. So, she repeated her question.

"Why should I stay? Give me a reason, a very good reason why I should stay, Christian"

In response, he nervously ran a hand through his short hair." I... uhmm" he began, but couldn't find the right words.

Ana shook her head, and avoided his gaze, her eyes welling up." Let me be" she told him, and took a step back.

"I'm sorry, Ana" he said pleadingly.

"I don't want an apology." She pointed out, while catching his gaze, her voice trembling slightly.

"Then what do you want?" he asked, while carefully closing the gap between them." Tell me what you want, Ana... Tell me, please."

Instead of telling him, she let out a deep breath." I'm gonna get some fresh air." she said, and turned around, so she had her back to him.

But before she could walk away, Christian leaned into her, grabbed her hand and brought his lips to her ear." Don't go. Stay, Ana..." he whispered." Please?"

As those words reached her ears, while his lips caressed her skin, his warm breath tickling her there, her eyes closed involuntarily." Christian," she breathed... God, what he was doing to her now, no other man had ever done." Don't"

"Look at me, Ana"

In response, she sighed deeply and did as he ordered, but she decided to stand her ground... even though he had turned her knees into a puddle.

As she turned around to face him, Ana had a fiery look in her bright, blue eyes. They were filled with anger, and disappointment. "You do not have the right to ask me to stay!" she exclaimed.

"Why? Why don't I have the right, Ana? Enlighten me." he begged, while attempting to touch her cheek, but she backed off a bit.

"You don't have the right, because you are a coward. I am a genius hacker! Have you forgotten?! You really think I don't know how you feel about me?!" she said, while tears spilled from her eyes.

"Ana" he said, and attempted to cup her cheek once more, but she threw daggers with her eyes at him.

"That's the way you are, right Christian?" Ana said, her voice breaking." You are THE big, strong guy who doesn't talk about his feelings! Well, good luck with that. I can't take this bullshit anymore! I'm outta here."

She really had ENOUGH, and walked with huge strides from him. But before she was able to turn the corner, Christian grabbed her lightly by the arm.

"Let go of me, Christian... right Now."

"I cannot let you go" he said, eyes locked onto hers.

"I'll scream, if you don't" Ana threatened, but he stood his ground also, and mouthed 'no'.

"Fine! Then give me one good reason, why I should stay. That's all, just one reason." She told him without even expecting a decent answer from him.

At this point Ana didn't have much hope, feeling that he will NEVER be able to express his feelings for her.

'This was hopeless' she thought, while seeing how he contemplated what to say to her.

Christian still had her hand in his, and so wanted to clobber himself! Why was this so hard for him?!

'Just tell her how you feel, damn it.' he scolded himself internally.

After a few moments though, Ana couldn't handle this deafening silence anymore, so she pulled her arm from Christian's grip. She had already turned the corner, when he followed her with huge strides, and FINALLY answered her burning question.

"Stay, because I care so much about you, and I cannot live without you, Ana"

She instantly stopped in her tracks, as those words reached her ears, eyes instantly filling with tears...

She slowly turned around, and caught his gaze once again, so he took the opportunity to bare his soul to her...

"Ana, those last minutes before I was able to defuse the bomb, I really thought I only had a few minutes left to live. Right then, I instantly regretted never telling you how much you mean to me." he whispered, while his heart pounded wildly against his chest." At this very second, my heart is desperately aching for you. I just want... no, I NEED you to stay. And I agree with you, I can't do this alone. I NEED and WANT you in every sense of the word."

At hearing those words, Ana lost all of her control. This was definitely better than 'I love you'...

All she wanted right now was to feel him, hold him close, and never let him go. Never ever... As long as she lived...

He saw the look in her eyes, and closed the small gap between them, gently grabbing the back of her head, crushing his lips onto hers. As their lips and tongues met, she moaned softly.

Godddd... it was the same sound she made, when he had kissed her not so long ago. That sexy sound came from the back of her throat, making his heart turn into mush.

As his breathing became shallow, and his heart sped up, he wrapped his arms around her small frame. Ana instantly locked her fingers around the back of his neck, as she tasted his sweet, sweet lips... God! She missed this... oh sooo much!

Christian knew that they should stop, or better yet, stop now and continue in her apartment, but the way her tongue and warm, sweet lips were moving against his, made it difficult... VERY difficult to think clearly. So even though he wanted to stop... he couldn't. As he felt how she played with the hair on the back of his neck, while making sweet, naughty sounds, he deepened the kiss, and then pushed her gently against the wall of the hall...

Oh Goddd... they weren't in her bedroom or his... they need to stop.

Fortunately, Christian was able to tear his lips from hers for a moment, and brought them to her ear." I need you, Anastasia... your bedroom?"

As those words reached her ears, they send a delicious shiver up and down her spine. Oh, how much did her heart ached to hear those words?

"Yes" she replied, while looking him deep in the eyes, and in a flash they were in her bedroom.

He gave her a loving look, and gently cupped her cheek." You're so beautiful" he uttered.

Ana looked at him from under her thick, long eyelashes, and whispered. "Christian Grey, if you don't do something about it... I will."

Well, she didn't have to say it twice... no, no.

This time he picked her up, so she wrapped her legs around his waist. He gently pushed her back against the wall, while kissing her harder and deeper than before, making her whimper softly into his hot mouth.

At one point, she dug her fingernails hard onto his shoulders, making him growl from pain and pleasure. He was so intoxicating, his warmth and everything about him, making her head spin, while in the process driving her completely mad with his touches and caresses. His manly scent drove her completely wild, and all she wanted now was to tear all his clothes off of his beautiful, muscular body...

While he trailed kisses down her neck, and unbuttoned her white, pretty blouse, he had to say her name." Anastasia" he uttered, and admired her lacy, blue bra." So pretty"

"Christian... need you. Now. Please." She begged, her mind clouded by lust and want.

Ana never thought she could want someone as much as she wanted and needed him at this very moment. The pace of their kisses quickened, as he walked them over to the desk in her bedroom, and then he placed her on it. Ana's legs were still trapping him, a sign from her to him, telling Christian that he belonged to her... ONLY her.

While she clumsily tried taking off of his jacket and black T-shirt, he gladly helped her with that 'difficult' task.

Oops... there he stood, shirtless, while his chest heaved dangerously...

"Let me" she said, and began to trail kisses on his muscular chest, making him moan aloud, eyes closing automatically.

All of a sudden Ana stopped, and pulled him closer to her, while raking her long fingernails over his naked back, making him squirm.

"Ana... you gorgeous vixen" he whispered, and roughly grabbed her face with both hands." You will be the end of me"

She had a naughty smile on her face, and started to frantically place love bites on his bare shoulders and chest.

"Ana" he moaned in response.

'God, I'm going to have sex with my boss right now...' were the words that swirled around in her head, while letting him undress her further.

In a flash, her blouse and pencil skirt ended up on the bedroom floor, while they devoured each other.

Note to self: I have to buy another skirt, cause Christian impatiently had ripped it into pieces.

It's like he could read her mind, 'cause he whispered. "Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one."

"Baby..." Christian pleaded, when his hand landed on her panty covered core." You're so wet." he said, his breathing ragged from lust.

"Christian, please." she whimpered, and so he ripped her blue panties too, making her gasp aloud, the second his hand touched her on her most intimate spot.

While he stimulated her with his fingers, Ana couldn't help but moan loudly, feeling as if she had ended up on cloud 9.

But suddenly, they both heard Christian's phone buzz aloud.

"Aaargh!" he growled, as he rested his forehead on her shoulder." FUCK, fuck! Who could it be?!"

Ana's body was shaking, still hyper sensitive from his ministrations." You should check your phone" she panted." It could be Leila with the instructions to the second bomb"

He knew that she was right... so, he reluctantly pulled away from her, and let out a deep breath.

While he read the text message, Ana jumped from her desk and in a flash grabbed clothes from the closet and wore them.

It was then, when she noticed that Christian had a worried look on his face.

She bit her bottom lip, and waited for a few moments." Is it from Leila?" Ana asked, and cleared her throat.

Christian nodded in response." Yes, it's from that crazy bitch..."

"Where? Where have they planted the next bomb?" she questioned, her voice trembling slightly.

In response, he let out a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a moment." Paris."

Ana's eyes widened at hearing that." Excuse me? In France?" she uttered.

He nodded at her." Yes. McNeal, you and I have to catch a plane to Paris, France."

"OK" She said, and nodded." Will you call McNeal right away? I'm gonna pack my bags."

"Yes, do that..." he told her, and kissed her lovingly on the lips.

As Ana disappeared in her bathroom to retrieve some necessities, Christian groaned softly and placed his right hand over his heart.

He closed his eyes, and felt a sharp pain shoot right through his chest.

'God, it hurts a lot.' he thought, however Christian stubbornly ignored the gnawing pain.

(He was shot by that unknown thug near his heart not long ago)

And instead of calling his doctor, he called McNeal.

"Pack your bags, McNeal... we have to catch a plane." he ordered, and hung up the phone.

'Paris, here we come!'

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