Hey everyone! I have included both Christian's and Ana's point of view in this chapter. Let me know whether you prefer it this way or whether you just want a whole chapter dedicated to just the one character. ENJOY :)
CPOV
She fell asleep, just like that, her hair like a tumble of chocolate waves were spread in a tangle over her pillow and she was breathing softy as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Her cheeks red, stained with black smears of her mascara and her lips puffy and even when like this she looked stunning. I felt settled knowing that I was the one to take her home and it was me tucking her into bed, but I still had that uneasy feeling. Guilt. It was there… bright and clear as day where I could not ignore it any longer. It's all my fault, it was too soon, way too soon for me to throw all that information at her.
I rubbed at my face and shook my head, my jaw clenching. I was mad I couldn't shake off that feeling. I deserved to feel like this but seeing the regular rise and fall of her chest made me feel calm again, knowing that she was safe. That look she gave me earlier when she said she cannot give me what I wanted her to give, will haunt me forever. It was fear, she looked absolutely terrified and I didn't know why. All that information I looked up on her that Taylor gave me did not give me the answers I wanted. There was something deeper, something hidden so deep that even I could not find it. I needed to bloody know.
''Is she okay?'' A quiet rumble from Jose behind made me turn my head.
''I don't know,'' Is all I could think of saying. I didn't want to lie to her best friend and tell him that everything was okay. It wouldn't have been right, he needed to know. She needed help, and I had this strong desire to help her myself, but I knew Jose was in her life too and even if my skin crawled at the pure sight of him, I had to stand back. Regardless of how unnatural it felt to be away from my angel.
''Fuck,'' I cursed. Frustration getting the better of me, yanking at my hair did nothing to get me the answers I so desperately needed. I had the urge to hit something and hit it damn hard. Why couldn't she bloody tell me! But then why would she Grey! My subconscious making an unwanted appearance once again tonight. I bit my lip and started to taste the metallic tang of blood after a while, I knew she wouldn't tell me without a fight. From what I gathered she's been on the run from her problems for a while now, and from the events of tonight, those problems seemed to be catching up to her. I could relate then, to those problems, they were just like a knife being plunged into your heart and every moment of every day, that knife would get twisted. The excursionising pain would follow.
I started to pace, not knowing what the hell to do with myself anymore. I took my phone of the bedside table and dialled Taylor. He answered on the second ring.
''Mr. Grey,''
''Taylor, I need you to dig deeper, whatever it takes. I don't care what you have to do,'' I watched the beauty of Seattle skyline through the windows, the glittering lights from the city bellow were vibrant, appeared full of life and yet the city looked so peaceful and settled. Everything that I wasn't.
''Sir, I've been trying to but everything about her past employment and her life in general in New York… just….''
My fists clenched, ''Taylor,''
He sighed, clearly sensing my frustration, ''It just looks like it never even existed,''
''That just makes no sense,''
''Sir, I'm doing everything I can but something on the other side is just blocking it,''
''Unblock it, just get it done,'' I stabbed at the red button on my phone ending the call. How is that even possible! For everything before Seattle to just vanish into thin air! She is hiding something, and she is desperately trying to keep it buried. I look at her again and my frustration is only simmering at the moment, I can't stay mad at her. She shifts slightly, the covers sliding of her revealing more of her flesh. I gasped at the sight of more of her being exposed to my greedy gaze. God she was so beautiful, my dick twitching again. I turned, discreetly adjusting the tight material of my trousers.
God control yourself, Grey.
Jose cleared his throat, trying to gain my attention. I give it to him. ''Christian…'' He begins but I cut him off.
''Mr. Grey,'' I correct. I couldn't give a shit that I introduced myself to him as Christian at the club, I was pissed now, so we'll keep this one formal.
''Right…'' He shifts uncomfortable again, ''Mr. Grey…'' He pauses and yanks on the collar of his shirt, readjusting it. I took great joy feeling him so nervous around me, I could almost smell it. I didn't know what it was, the fact that he pissed me off by being late to our meeting, the fact that his work was so bloody good or the fact that he had so easy access to my Anastasia or was it simply because he knew more about her then I did.
''I'll show you the way out,'' he finally chokes out and turns, thinking I'm going to follow him out. I want to laugh.
''Mr. Grey?''
''Yes?''
''Aren't you leaving?''
''And why would I do that,''
He shakes his head slightly, thinking I didn't notice. I did. I don't miss anything. ''You dropped Ana home, so it's time for you to leave. I'll look after her.'' Rage. I could feel rage. This fucker seriously does not understand anything about me. All there is, is determination in my life.
''Mr Rodriguez, I'm not going anywhere.'' I state calmly even though I'm anything but.
A deep frown made an appearance on his face. He could frown all he wanted, I wasn't going to back down. ''This is my home and I would like you to leave. Now,'' He sounds a lot more confident now, annoyed maybe. But I didn't care, I was staying with my girl. ''Or else I'm calling security.''
I rolled my eyes, enough with these threats, ''May I remind you that you are not the only person living here at this very moment,'' I nod towards my angel, '' so she gets a say in if I stay here or not,''
''She's asleep,''
''Well then, we'll have to wait until she wakes up then, won't we,''
''I don't think Ana will appreciate you being here,'' Oh he's not backing down without a fight. Well bad luck for you mate I never back down.
''She came with me into my car, so she clearly wanted my company and not yours tonight,'' He doesn't have to know the rest.
He looked away then, anger was radiating of him, he knew I was right. I was fighting the smile. His nod was his only answer, defeated, he turned on his heel and left the room. I rolled my neck trying to get rid of some of the tension, as suspected it did nothing. I needed a drink. Whiskey to be exact. Before leaving Anastasia's room, I gently brush a strand of hair away from her face and kiss her on the forehead. I smile as she groans slightly in her sleep.
Wonder what she's dreaming about.
Reluctantly I leave her room and head down the corridor to the kitchen and dining area. I saw Jose there, sitting on one of the high chairs next to the island of the kitchen, a drink in his hand. I didn't want to look at him and let alone start a conversation with him, but I needed that drink. Anything to calm me down, even if temporarily.
''Could I have one of those?'' I ask, my voice appeared loud, filling the vast area of the quiet kitchen.
He looked up at me with a tired expression. ''Whatever, man, you seem to just invite yourself everywhere. So, you may as well help yourself to my drinks.'' he added emphases on the my.
''Look, I'm trying to be polite here,'' I stated.
He stood up, taking his glass with him. ''I don't care,'' He tipped back the rest of the drink and placed it on the graphite worktop. ''Do whatever you have to do,'' he dismissed me with a wave of his hand and left. Ouch… I deserved that, but I didn't care and certainly not then.
I navigated my way round the kitchen trying to locate the glasses. Top cupboard on the left. I shall remember that for next time. I also make a mental note of where everything else is. Do you really think you're going to be here again? I chuckled to myself. No, I won't be here again as that fucker is here. I'll only be here if Anastasia was to find herself in this apartment which I will not give her permission to do. She'll be staying with me.
Getting ahead of yourself, yet again.
With unsteady hands I fill up the glass with the whiskey Jose left behind. I didn't even bother checking what the name was, I just poured it straight into the glass. I lifted the glass to my lips and drank it all in one go, already wanting another. The burn of alcohol made its way down my throat, warming my stomach. I closed my eyes, enjoying that feeling.
My phone beeps, indicating a new text message. I check it. Its Elena.
Where were you today? – E
What? Is she checking up on me now? But then I remember I missed our weekly lunch we always have.
I type away my usual response when I blow someone off.
Work. Will reschedule.
I lean back on the worktop when another text comes through.
Hmm. You better, I need to talk to you. ASAP- E
What does she have to talk to me about? There's nothing that pops up in my head. I don't particularly want to see her. My mind too focused on one thing these days and especially now I'm not going to leave her on her own. The sooner she is mine the better for both of us.
I look at the text message from Elena again, remembering that she never asks to speak to me unless it's very important. Curiosity wins.
OK, but you'll have to make it quick. Noon. My office.
The response is almost instant.
See you then- E
I finish yet another drink and decide I need to check up on Anastasia again. I don't know why, but I just feel panic rising. It only stops when I find myself in her room and seeing her still asleep. She changed positions and this time she lies on her stomach, her arms slightly outstretched above her head, hugging her pillow.
I wanted to climb into bed, wrap my arms around her too small frame and pull her soft body against mine, while I inhale her scent. Summer fruits. I could find her even if I was blind, my body knowing hers so well already. We were perfect together and I didn't know how to make her understand that, she kept running away. Well I could easily pull her to the middle of the bed and watch her as I push myself inside her sweet pussy. She would whisper my name as I would carry on worshipping her, stopping only when we would both be satisfied.
Jesus. The image felt too real and it took everything inside of me to calm myself down again. I wanted her so badly it physically hurt. She wanted nothing to do with me but then she followed me to the car, why? Her mind fights with her all the time and she lets it win. If only she would let me show her what it would be like just the two of us and nothing else in between, she wouldn't have the will power to say no. I just knew it. The idea floating in my head and it was oh so tempting.
This is your cock talking. Focus.
I needed her to come to me… to submit completely at her own will. But was that even a possibility? I would make it a possibility. I needed to. There's just something about her that does not allow me to stay back. I always want the easy way in, having the woman ready and wanting me to dominate her. To trust me completely. Because tru-
That's it! I needed her trust. But with her being so fragile and broken at times it proves it's not going to be an easy task. I got myself involved in a challenge and I wasn't going to back down from one so easily like she thinks I will, I'll just amend things slightly. Yes. Negotiate, just like I do on a daily basis and I do it well. I felt satisfied then, that I finally came up with a plan to get the desired result and I knew it was going to work and it was going to work very well indeed. I could just feel it.
The sun started to rise, I stayed in Anastasia's room for the rest of the night. Half lying on the small sofa in the room, dozing off every now and then. I didn't sleep well at all and after making sure that the covers were covering her completely, I written a note to her. What is this, romance? I chuckle to myself again. No, it's not romance, but a nice gesture which I thought she would appreciate once she wakes up again. Oh, how I wanted her to wake up now and see her sleepy eyes registering me standing right next to her bed, they would sparkle, just like they always did whenever she saw me. And she thought she was hiding it well. Not well enough for me baby. My smile fades when I remember that I have to meet Elliot for breakfast, needing to discuss important business arrangements. I need to call my mother and maybe Mia. Her flight supposed to be landing in about- I check my watch- 2 hours. My mental calendar full once again. I need to find time to see her again. Nothing will stop me. Just try me.
I didn't bother informing Jose of my departure even when I usually did regardless of who I was with. It's just the way my mother brought me up, always be polite and professional. But he pissed me off way too much the other night and I just couldn't be bothered to add, dealing with Jose again, to my already too busy day.
Christ. It was only 6AM and my head was already fuzzy. After stepping into the waiting SUV outside, I was already wishing I could be on the tenth floor with Anastasia, minus Jose. I never did lazy mornings but with her I would.
''Sir,'' I catch Taylor's nod in the windscreen mirror.
I nod back, ''Taylor,''
''Want to go see your brother now?''
''No, drop by my office and we'll pick up my spare suit. I'd like to avoid getting my brain battered with questions if I look anything but perfect by my brother.'' I was already getting a headache just thinking about it and I could tell Taylor was thinking about it too. He was supressing a smile.
Hm. I let it slide.
I scroll through my email on my phone while we make our way to the office. Elena… Mum…Mum…Mum… Work... Work… Mia… Mum… Mum… Work…
I needed to see my mother, it's been over two weeks and I knew how much she enjoyed our usual dinner's together. I go into my schedule and clear my afternoon for tomorrow. Ross will sort out the rest once she gets the notification of the changes I have just made.
I open my missed calls and clear them, my heart clenches when I see my mother's name come up more than once. I've really neglected her. I need to call her now. If I don't I can see her locating my whereabouts and barging into the office with Ross closely behind her, with pleading eyes aimed at me. It happened before and I for sure do not want to see my mother upset again.
I scroll to her name and click call. She answered like I expected, she wasn't asleep.
''Christian,'' She whispers, her voice on the verge of cracking.
''Mother,''
She sighs, ''How many times do I have to call you, or email you? You know how worried about you I get.'' I seriously need a slap to the face.
''I'm really sorry, I should have called…''
She clears her through.
''I mean I should have came and seen you.''
''That's better. You're forgiven.'' I can hear her smile.
''How about dinner. Tomorrow. Your favourite place,''
''I would love that very much.''
''Me too,'' The car stops, and I turn my head and see we have already arrived at the office. ''I hate to do this, but…''
''No, no, no need to apologise darling I know you have work to do. Your meeting with Elliot and all that.''
I frown. ''How did you know about my meeting with Elliot this morning?''
She laughs, '' Darling, if you didn't call this morning I was going to show up at breakfast,''
''I don't doubt that,'' I smile. Ever so protective.
''OK, you need to go. I shall see you tomorrow. I love you.''
''I love you too.''
I end the call and get out the car. Back to reality I go.
After about half an hour, I am freshly showered, shaved and dressed in my navy suite and a navy tie. Not bad. I will be at the restaurant in about twenty minutes which makes me bang on time. I am never late unlike Elliot, who I expect to be. He always is, that man seriously needs to sort that out. But it suites his cheeky personality which I became very fund off.
''Hey Bro!'' My brother Elliot has finally decided to show up. Only half an hour late this time. At least its some improvement.
''Nice for you to finally show up,''
He rolls his eyes and takes a seat opposite me. ''What are we having, then?'' He picks up the breakfast menu on the table and starts flicking through it.
''Have you brought the files I told you to bring, for our new project?'' I get straight to the point.
''Of course, I did,''
Without taking his eyes from the menu he opens his briefcase and passes me some paperwork which I take. He actually brought them? Very organised this morning and its only 7:30AM. I'm very impressed.
''Don't look so surprised,''
''And how do you know I was,''
He looks up from the menu and grins. ''Your face says it all right now,''
He knows me too well. ''Let's stop with the chit chat and let's talk numbers.''
''Christian don't be boring. Let's talk girls. Let's do some brother bonding.'' He leans back in his chair stretching his arms above his head. As usual he wants to know everything that's going on. Some things just never change about Elliot but he's my brother and I do enjoy the occasional chats with him. But only occasional. He gets annoying. What can I say? He's my brother, he's meant to be annoying I suppose.
''I'm not boring I just like to get work done, but if you insist brother bonding, lets talk about Mia's birthday.''
''That's not brother bonding if you bring our sister into this.''
''We still need to arrange this surprise party for her, Mum, has been pestering us about it all month.''
''We have time,''
''Well we need to get going unless you want, Mum, to serve you as desert on her birthday.''
He laughed. ''She would as well,''
''Oh, she would.''
We get interrupted by a petite red head waitress ''Good morning, welcome to Perching Square. My name is, Amber, and I will be your server today.'' She finally looks up from her notepad and makes eye contact. She blushes, and I smile which makes her blush further. The typical reaction. I miss Anastasia's blush.
''We'll have English breakfast twice, make the toast wholemeal and two black coffee's no sugar, would also be great.'' I pass the menus to her.
''And pancakes,'' Elliot interrupts and winks at her. The poor red head is swaying slightly and trying to look anywhere put at Elliot and me. She's failing miserably but she still manages a thank you and to wobble back towards the kitchen to finalise our orders.
''Hmm… She's too small for my tastes.''
I roll my eyes, ''How's Kate?''
''She's good. I spoke to mum and we are all invited for dinner next week, which remind me, she said that you need to call her.''
''I've already dealt with everything.''
''Good. Just checking bro, as she sounded pretty upset that you haven't gone to see her.''
I shook my head. ''I know I've really messed up there but dinner, tomorrow is all booked.''
He smiles. ''Speaking of dinner. Me and Kate are going out for lunch tomorrow as well. She's been pretty upset lately, she's trying to hide it by being her usual self. But I know her and she's not OK.''
''Did she say why?''
''Her and Ana, had such a big fight apparently,'' Anastasia? I'm instantly more focused. This is some more information that can help me get to know her more.
''Oh. Okay. '' I try to sound disinterested. ''I'm sure they'll sort it out.''
''I'm not sure, Kate is seriously not doing good. I'm trying everything and she's constantly looking at her phone hoping that Ana will call. She doesn't.''
Hm. Why hasn't she called? That's a very good question.
''I don't know, I guess its just women and we will never understand them as much as we would like,'' He adds.
If only he knew.
An hour later and we were done finalising everything for our new project in partnering up with Dorian Ward. The guy was not being cooperative, he was making us an offer that was unrealistic. If he wanted us to sell his product he needed to follow our plans and OUR numbers and not his. He didn't know anything about business, the guy was clever when it came to design but when it came to finalising it all at the adult table, he was just being a nuisance rather than a project partner. I found myself flicking through the notes from the meeting and shook my head. Dorian had good ideas and that ambition that is hard to find these days, he truly believed in his product and so did I, but he needed to pipe down. If there is any chance of this going further, then the conference room, I had to take the wheel.
The intercom on my desk beeped.
''Yes, Ross?'' I start scrolling through the statistics on my computer.
''Mr Grey, I have Mia here to see you,''
I frown and look at the digital clock next to my computer. Shit. It's this time already. I haven't even called her when her flight landed. Shit. She's not going to be happy with me.
''Send her right in,''
I push myself away from the desk, the wheels on my chair rolling on the floor. I didn't have time to even look up from my computer screen when the door to my office is opened wide and Mia walks in. Her black strappy heels clicking loudly as she approaches my desk. Her sky-blue dress swaying slightly at the knees as she walks over.
''So, he's alive,'' She mummers and hops onto my desk, her legs dangling.
I smile, I missed her. ''Hello, Mia.''
She grins, her face instantly lights up. ''Hello, to you too, Christian.'' She blows me a kiss.
I laugh, ''What do I owe this pleasant surprise visit to my office?''
''Well you didn't meet me at the airport, or call me,'' She points her freshly manicured finger at me, making my smile drop.
''I'm so sorry, I haven't stopped working all day. I've only just looked at the time.'' What is wrong with me? I'm never like this. I'm always so organised and yet I've already let two most important women in my life down. I am a terrible son as well as a terrible brother. ''Can I make it up to you?''
She pouts, ''How about a brother-sister date to my favourite art gallery?''
''Of course,'' I grinned.
Mia hops off of my desk and does a fist bump in the air, her black hair swaying, making me laugh again. She truly is a little ray of sunshine. She stops and looks at me again.
I frown, where's the excitement gone.
''Something's wrong,''
Huh?
''And different,'' she looks around the office.
What? Everything is ex-
''About you I mean,''
My frown deepens, ''What, nothing is different,'' I pause. ''I know you've been away for two months in France, but I'm still your same old controlling brother,'' I wink at her.
Her dark brown eyes dance with mischief. Oh no. ''No, no, no.'' She walks around my desk and leans against. ''You're distracted and not just by work,'' She adds.
How the hell does she know?
''I'm fine, Mia,''
She giggles, ''You are so lying,''
''I am not.''
''You so are, and I know you are not going to tell me, but I will find out. Eventually.'' She straightens and smooths her dress down. ''Time for me to go, Taylor agreed to give me a ride home,''
She kisses my cheek and turns on her heels. ''Laters,''
The door to my office clicks shut, and I remain seated at my desk. Stunned. Confused. Distracted. God, I missed my sister but her ability to read me like that, I for sure did not miss. Now she's going to go to my mother and tell her everything, just like she always did. I roll my eyes and shrug my shoulders. It's Anastasia. She has totally disarmed me and even when I think the mask is in place, it manages to slip at times, and people like Mia notice. I need to be more careful. I don't want everyone questioning me and add this to my to do list, I need to get Anastasia first.
I closed my eyes briefly and she instantly appeared in front of me. I wished she was here right now. I would have her leaning against my desk in front of me, her legs spread wide. Her pencil skirt would be pulled up and scrunched around her curvy waist and she would lean back on her arms, exposing her perfect breast through her opened white shirt. She would look beautiful. My cock has been aching for her so badly and I didn't know how much longer I could last and control myself. But I had to. I picked up my phone from my desk to check my notifications. There was none, well none from her.
I needed to talk to her. I gave her space and I gave her time today. It was enough waiting. It was close to noon and I remembered that I had to meet Elena, she's just going to have to wait. So instead I send her a quick message, saying that we need to rearrange as something important came up. Taylor is back from dropping off my sister at home and as soon as he walks into my office I ask him to drive me to Jose apartment.
We were turning into Avenue street when I saw her.
''Stop the car,''
She wore sunglasses that covered the majority of her face, her hair was neatly piled up on top of her head in a bun. Her legs appeared to go on for miles in her red high heels that delicately wrapped around her ankles. She wore that fire engine fuck-me dress I saw her wear in my office during Jose's meeting. I scowl, where is she going, dressed like that. I watch her every move as she rummages through her bag trying to locate her car keys. And when she eventually does she open her car and elegantly slides into her Audi.
''Follow her,'' I order to Taylor. ''Don't let her see us, and don't lose her.''
He nods his understanding.
We get on the highway and stay about two cars behind her. My mind started to race, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation as to where she was going, maybe to see Kate, maybe to the hardware store where she worked, or maybe to see Liz for lunch. I wanted her to see me. I felt my heart race again as I calculated all the possibilities and I hoped she wasn't going to meet up with a client because I don't think even Taylor will be able to stop me once I get my hands on the fucker.
My heart sank when I saw Heathman hotel appear in sight. This is where she always met up with her clients. This is where she arranged to meet me, this is where she pushed through those doors and laid her eyes on me, this is where she practically shouted at me, demanding answers and this is where she ran from me. I was feeling frustration rising. If she wanted sex and to be pleasured, then why did she not turn to me. Instead, she would get with some horny bastard, he would be the one drawling over her instead of me, he would be the one laying his hands on her instead of me and he would be the one sliding his cock inside of her instead of me. No. I wasn't going to let this happen, she had to listen to what I had to say to her. We needed to talk, and she wouldn't even give us a chance.
''Let me out,''
Taylor stops the car, I hop out and head towards Heathman just as I see her being greeting by the valet. He smiles way too much at her and she blushes at something he says. I am meant to be the one making her blush not him. I was annoyed that she wouldn't even drop me a text, nothing. She was just going to brush this off, but I wasn't going to let her get away with that. I lose sight of her briefly as she heads inside.
Moments later I push through the doors, ignoring the greeting from the receptionist. I walk with purpose towards the dinning area, I knew she was there I could just feel it. The same young man behind the desk is there again.
''Sir, Hav-''
I don't acknowledge him and don't break stride until I spot her. I come to a stop at the entrance to the dining area, unable to move. She took her glasses off, I could finally see all of her angelic face. She was holding a glass of what I expect to be wine and she was leaning slightly forward, clearly engaged in a conversation. She looked tense somehow and every time she smiled it looked unrealistic. It is then that I saw a man siting opposite her. I saw red. He was around my age and dressed in a fine and expensive suite and he was looking at Anastasia as if she was everything he needed, I saw his hunger. My fists clenched. I couldn't watch any longer. I started to walk towards her, towards my beauty.
''Christian…'' she swallows.
''You're coming with me,''
Her eyes darkened with lust. Hm good response. ''I… erm…'' she stuttered and cleared her throat. ''I can't right now,'' She looks at him again.
''I need to talk to you right now,'' I will carry her out of here if I need to.
''I am having a meeting right now,'' She pushed her thighs together. Another sign that I hoped I would see. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as she tried to look away.
I turned towards the very confused looking man, he made my skin crawl, '' You need to leave''
''What are you doing?'' She growls. ''I am so sorry about this, he's leaving now,'' She turns towards her client and then towards me. Her eyebrows high, waiting for me to challenge and of course I do.
I lean towards her, obviously catching her by surprise as I hear her gasp, I whisper, ''I suggest you come with me before I carry you out and create a scene.'' She goes rigid. ''Say goodbye and come with me, we need to talk,''
''Okay,'' Her voice barely a whisper.
Good girl.
She licks her lips and arches her back. ''I'm sorry, Mr Murphy, but I have to cut the meeting short. Please contact Liv and we will rearrange.''
''But I've waited three months for this meeting,''
Enough of his bullshit. I turn towards the not so impressed fucker. ''She said that you have to rearrange. So leave. Now.'' Not like she will ever rearrange, over my dead body.
''This is some kind of joke,'' He throws the napkin he was holding onto his plate. ''You,'' he points his finger at Anastasia, ''Will not be getting a good reference,'' He stands up and leaves us, finally.
''How dare you!'' She screams at me. ''You can't just do that! You can't be here and you for sure cannot speak to my clients like that'' She starts throwing her arms around.
''Anastasia, I need you to calm down,''
She laughs, ''Calm down,'' she runs her hands through her hair, ''You want me to calm down,''
''Yes,''
''You're such a control freak and an unreasonable arse.'' She spits.
Arse?
''How about we take a walk?'' I look around and see nearby diners watching the back and forth interaction between us.
''Perhaps we better leave,'' Anastasia seems to sense the awkwardness around us too.
APOV
He was here again, with me. He was making my blood boil and being the usual control freak. What did you expect? He's a dominant. It was in his nature to be like this and after the events of last night I didn't really know what he wanted to talk about. I was embarrassed about what happened, I just broke, and the waterworks started. There was nothing I could do, I just felt so broken but having him sooth me and hold me, made me feel better. I didn't know why, and I didn't know how he did it, but I managed to relax in front of a man I could easily call a stranger. I was confused. None of this made any logical sense. But it still didn't give him the right to just interrupt my meeting like that, he just has to accept that this is my job.
I peaked from the corner of my eye at him as I followed. That sexy gait of his never got boring, his strides poised, and he had that relaxed aura about him today. That's because you're following him. I stuck my tongue out at his back.
''So where are we going?''
''To my car,'' He turns his head towards me and winks.
I look away. I could bitch all I wanted but, in the end, I knew this conversation would happen whether I liked it or not. As usual, I lost my breath whenever my eyes caught sight of him, which reignited my frustration. Was I ever going to get used to his hotness? The last thing I needed was another domineering male thinking they can push me around which is when my mind drifted back to this morning.
''What did he want?'' Jose snaps at me from the opposite end of the kitchen while I was enjoying my pancakes and bacon.
I stopped mid chew. ''Who?''
He practically throws his dishes into the dishwasher. ''You know who,''
''You mean, Christian,'' I managed to swallow but my stomach turned, suddenly more interested in rejected the food that I was swallowing.
''Yes, so what did he want?'' he presses.
''He drove me home,'' I looked down at my unfinished breakfast, my appetite long lost already.
''Tell me the truth, what are you seriously doing with him?''
I pushed my plate away from me and stood up, ''Nothing,''
He sighed, ''Why don't I believe you,''
''You know what, I've had enough of this interrogation. I'm going to get ready and I hope that when I come back, you'll be back to normal.'' Angry and annoyed, I finally leave.
My mood was still dark when me and Christian got into the car. Jose knew something was going on, but he couldn't know about my deal with Grey, about getting the signature. Well speaking about the deal, I wasn't even sure whether that was happening anymore, but I guess it had to be one of the reasons as to why I was in this car right now.
''Don't worry, we'll discuss,'' Christian's voice made me jump slightly and become aware of my surroundings again.
''Discuss what?''
His hand lands on my thigh, making me wince. I swear I could see a ghost of a smile on his sinful mouth. ''You know what, our deal of course,''
I brush his hand of my thigh and shift in the leather seat. ''What is there left to discuss?''
''Be patient,'' He smiles, making me shift in my chair once again. ''Did you get the flowers?''
My cheeks heated, ''Yes, I did. Thank you.'' I smile at him as I remember the note on the pillow that he written and told me to call him. I didn't of course, but my smile grew wider when I remembered the bouquet of pink roses left outside of the apartment. For a man that didn't have the word 'romance' in his dictionary, he did pretty good. I bat the thought away. Grey is not a hopeless romantic.
'You're welcome, anything for you.'' His eyes were dancing with dark thoughts again. I could only imagine what he was thinking and what made me feel unsettled again is that I wanted those dark thoughts to become a reality.
''Don't look at me like that,'' he warns.
I scowl, ''Like what?''
''With your 'fuck me' look,'' He chuckles.
He has no bounds, ''I don't have a 'fuck me' look,''
I scrunch the material of my red dress in my hand and look through the window of the car as I hear him chuckling again. The rest of the journey to the office we sat in silence and I just about managed to get my breathing under control when the car came to a halt outside of the Grey building. It had the same effect on me as the first time me and Jose arrived here, pure intimidation, which was only magnified by having Grey by my side.
His hand was on the small of my back as we got cleared through the security and this time I did not flinch, but the wave of heat from his hand travelled through, as usual. I enjoyed it, feeling desired like that but then what woman wouldn't. He was Christian Grey, the hotshot CEO of Grey House Enterprise, earning millions. His face appeared in magazines all over the world and I couldn't resist but peak and read the gossip pages, trying to find out more even when my head was desperately trying to reason with my heart to stay away from him. I simply couldn't, and he wouldn't let me.
''Hold my calls, Amanda,'' he ordered to a tall and elegantly dressed in a white suite blonde.
She beams at him, ''Of course, Mr Grey,'' but her smile and sparkle in her eyes instantly vanish when she sees me. She frowns slightly but she quickly recovers and beeps us through another door to the elevators. What did she want? Maybe the beautiful male on your right? My subconscious rolls her eyes at me. She wants him, and she wants him bad, but then so did I. All the women did and the thought of that made me feel physically violent and sick.
