Chapter 4
The usual nightmare managed to wake me up again. I blink rapidly to shake away the disturbing images floating in my fucked up mind and swing my legs over to get out of bed. The worst thing about nightmares is that you never know when they will attack you and they usually do at your weakest and most vulnerable time. For me that weak and vulnerable moment is when I sleep. That is when I don't have total control and total submission from everyone around me.
I turn to look at the digital clock on my night stand and find that it's five in the morning. The sun is only just starting to make an appearance when I look towards my window. My mornings have been starting like this for a while now, my mood is usually dull, and I feel anxious to face the day ahead of me. But today is going to be different. I'll get to see her again, that beautiful angel of mine. Yours Grey? Okay, I might be forwarding time here but I always get what I want and what I want right now is that perfect beauty kneeling in front of me. I want those powder blue eyes looking up at me... with total surrender, excitement and intimidation. My lips curve into a smile, yes that is exactly what I want.
My days have been blending together and there has been nothing to make them appear any different from each other. I mentally run through my usual day at the office, and all I see are meetings and meetings again. Elena is right, she has been saying for months now that I have not been myself at all and that is completely true. It annoys me that I sometimes don't understand myself as well as she understands me but then that's understandable as she did spend a lot of time with me. Not just go with me for dinners, or meetings but also she became my play mate in my playroom.
I can still hear the very familiar sound of the leather whip hitting me across the back. I shudder at the memory. That was something I will never forget, Elena showed me control of my body again, and my mind too. I found peace but the nightmares still returned to haunt me almost every night.
I sigh and eventually find myself in front of my floor to ceiling windows. I stare at the Seattle skyline, and find that the sun is shinning brighter this morning and for a moment I feel a spark of hope... of happiness maybe. I have been working hard all weekend, me and Ros make a great team and I would never replace her but she said it's time for her to thrive forwards and be more then my PA.
I accept her decision but I need her... and just like that my mood goes flat again.
Focus Grey.
Yes exactly, I need to focus, I got little Miss Anastasia Rose Steele to see at eleven this morning and that alone lifts my mood again. Who would have thought the innocent Anastasia is a high class escort? She hides it well but not well enough. What makes this even more exciting is that she doesn't even know that her appointment today will be with me.
I head upstairs to my gym with my smirk still place, switch on the TV for the morning business news, and start on the treadmill. As soon as my legs kick into action I feel adrenaline racing through my body regardless of how hard I try to control it. I increase my pace and go faster. My muscles began to ache but my mind is still full of that heart shape face and big blue eyes.
I remember clear, embarrassed and intimidated eyes meeting mine halting me in my tracks. They were the most extraordinary colour, ocean blue, and guileless, and I remember the unwelcome feeling of knowing that she could see right through me and I felt exposed and vulnerable. Just like in my nightmares. I felt completely bare in front of her, her body looked so gentle and flawless, but I could also feel a spark of confidence there too. My breathing started to increase the longer I ran but I wouldn't let my body come to a stop, I was pushing myself.
She had an innocent, sweet face but there was something behind it. A dark wave of confidence and desire that I wanted to appear right then. Her pale porcelain face started turning pink, she was blushing. That filled me with total satisfaction, she was feeling overwhelmed and intimidated. I liked it, that look on her face. She was different and I liked that too. She had a little sweetness and pure innocence about herself but that mistress inside of her was roaring loud and she wanted to be released.
I stab at the stop button on my treadmill and it starts slowing down until I reached a stop. I wipe the sweat of my face with the towel that was hanging on the treadmill. Looks like it's time for me to finally face the music and meet the extraordinary Miss Steele. Smiling again I walk back into my bedroom and get myself ready... After my too short shower, I find myself standing in front of the my bathroom mirror, grey eyes are wide and assessing as always. I run my fingers through my copper hair to make it behave the way I want it to.
Half an hour later I still can't seem to shake away the memories that I have of her. Regardless of what I do, she's still there. I started to pace up and down, worrying about a variety of things which is what I usually do but there is something different added to the collection of those things. Anastasia. What is it about her? What the hell is it? I want to shout but I manage to find the will power inside of me to stop. After all Taylor is just next door and I wouldn't want him to worry if he was to hear anything. This is getting out of hand. Everywhere I turn my head I seem to see her, those eyes with that spark looking at me across the dinning table, those eyes full of lust in my bath, in my... playroom.
Grey... Control yourself!
This has never happened before. I have never been so wrapped up about someone, not even with my former submissive's. There was always some kind of distance there but with... her... it's something completely different. I have to have her to find out what it is about her that makes me feel like there is nothing in control about me.
I think hard, frustrated with myself again when I cannot seem to put anything about her in order. I cannot seem to... read her. The one thing for sure that I know is that she is not an ordinary girl what's so ever, she is different. Another thing that I took a note off when I was kneeling down and looking straight into her aqua eyes, is that there is two sides of her. There is shyness sometimes and then there is that bomb of confidence that she can set off whenever she wants. The way she quickly stood up and brushed away the shyness and wanted to get herself out of the situation she found herself in showed that. It was... refreshing.
I run my index finger along my upper lip as I carry on thinking about her. Not a single women in my lifetime has acted the way she did around me. They never walked away, I was the one that always ended it and told them to leave. But in this situation it was the other way round she took control and left me. Sudden rage starts to fill me, when I remember the fact that she left without even introducing herself. But I found her name and... her little secret using my own way. I find myself grinning from ear to ear suddenly feeling delighted that I managed to find out so much about her in such a short amount of time.
But you don't know everything about her
Yes, Yes, I know. I shake my head but I will.
''Taylor'' I call and wait for my security guard to turn up. But not just a security guard, my wing man that is always there for me.
A few moment later I find him standing right in front of me in my office with his hands behind his back. He's an older man but doesn't look bad for his age. He is well built and was also well trained when he was in the military. He's loyal, trustworthy and a man that always gets everything I asked for done. That is what I like most about him that he never lets me down regardless of how hard the task I give is.
''Yes, Sir?''
''Get a car ready, I need to make my way back to Heathman.''
He nods. ''Right away, Sir. Is there anything else you need?'' He asks
''No Taylor that is all, you are dismissed.''
''Thank you. Sir'' He gives me a tight smile and leaves me on my own again.
Another twenty minutes have passed and I am finally at Heathman. I am leaning over the bar with whiskey in my hand right next to the reception, and the front entrance. The view is perfect I am away from the central view in the corner but I can still see everything very clearly. I will be able to see her enter without her even noticing me... giving me the perfect chance to see if she is as gorgeous as I have remembered without her noticing me quickly.
I glance at my rolex and find that it is one minute to eleven. She should be arriving any moment now. I turn my attention away from my watch and look towards the entrance again, scanning every brunette that I find entering the hotel but non of them are Anastasia. After what feels like forever I look at my watch again and it is now ten minutes past eleven. I frown, she is late and from what I observed about her she did not look like the type of person to be late.
''Would you like another, Sir?'' The bar attender takes my attention away from the entrance door.
I nod. ''Yes''
He refills my glass and my eyes are back looking at the entrance again. Moments pass and I find that I finish another glass of my drink but this time refuse a refill giving my full attention in looking and trying to find her. I am just about to give up when I see a slim brunette through the glass doors of the hotel. Is that her?
I don't take my eyes off of her. I watch as she goes through the doors and is being greeted by the staff near the door. But I still cannot see her face properly all I see is a beautifully curvy body and... legs. At last she turns to look towards the reception and the bar... it's her!
Long brown hair tumbling down in soft waves, her eyes glossy and wide, her cheeks flushed and her mouth slightly parted. I come to the conclusion that she has been rushing here and when I take a look at my watch I find that I am right. But she still looks so beautiful even more then I remember. I take in what she is wearing, a tight fitted plum dress and high heels. I bite the inside of my cheek to calm my wild thoughts inside my head. I need to play this cool, she doesn't even know she is seeing me.
I stand up and straighten my tie and start making my way towards her not taking my eyes of her. She is still looking round and stepping from foot to foot, obviously looking for her client. I smile but quickly hide it when I am getting closer to her. She finally notices me and the look she gives me is even more satisfying then I thought it was going to be. She takes a step back, her eyes get even bigger and the blush starts to get more visible. She is shocked to see me but there is also excitement there some kind of spark... just as I hoped.
I finally reach her and we are standing only a step away from each other.
''What the hell are you doing here?'' She almost shouts taking me completely by surprise. But I am not letting her attitude stop me from having her.
''Hello to you too, Anastasia.'' I offer her a smile hoping that she will return it with her own but she doesn't. I feel slightly disappointed but I am not going to back down from a challenge like her.
She crosses her arms over her body. ''Oh don't even start, Christian. I really don't have time for this right now I am late meeting someone here. What about you... I am certain that you cannot give me any other reason why you are here other then... stalking me.'' She snaps. She used my name? Not Mr Grey?
''Well...'' I pause and smile again. ''I am your client.''
She suddenly looks stunned and she takes a step back. ''What?''
I chuckle and close the gap between us again. ''You heard me.'' I offer her my arm. ''Shall we?'' I watch her as she takes in this new information. What is it going to be baby? Are you going to take my arm or leave this hotel? But whatever you decide prepare yourself for me to stand right beside you. There is no getting away from me sweetheart.
Her frown line clears and she takes a deep breath in and I watch as her chest rises towards me. Wow.
''Okay.'' She says and starts walking forwards and doesn't take my arm. ''Follow me.'' What the hell? What did she just do? She took control again and walked away from me...again. I clench my hands into fists to try and control my growing anger as I watch her get further and further away from me. I cannot believe she just did that. But Miss Steele I am not going to let you win this game and allow you to turn me into some kind of puppy of yours. You will be the one obeying my orders next time. Let's see how in control you are going to be when I tie you down in my playroom.
I smirk and start following her.
Game on baby... let's see who will break first.
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