Chapter Thirteen
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Still 11th June 2011
"Elena." I acknowledge with a nod, she puts her hand to the wall blocking my exit. "What do you want?"
"Stay away from Christian, little girl." She bites.
"Why so you can get your claws back into him? Don't bother, he knows how toxic you are. He's not yours anymore."
"I made him."
"You ruined him. You are nothing but a sad pathetic pedophile. Now get out of my way you demented hag." I growl pushing her arm away from the wall, she would look stunned if decades of Botox hadn't ruined her face. She grabs me by the arm before slapping me across the face.
"Don't you dare lay a hand on me again." I warn.
"Child, I can do what I want and there is nothing you can do about it." She grins before yanking a chunk of my hair out. I screech at the pain before pulling my hand arm back and punching her square on the nose. I hear a crack, then she's on the floor. I look down to see some blood on my pure white dress.
"Christian doesn't want you anymore. Even if I wasn't with him, he wouldn't want you. You disgust him." I viciously snarl making Elena tremble. Elena stumbles up then freezes..
"Get the hell out of my home. And away from my family" Grace snarls as she leaves one of the stalls, she slaps Elena around the face, the force of the hit making her fall to the floor once again.
"Security to the ladies bathroom please." She mutters after pressing a speed dial on her phone.
"Are you okay, Ana?" Grace tenderly asks.
"Yeah." I smile, the adrenaline is going. Taylor and Sawyer burst through the doors with Christian coming up behind them.
"Gentlemen if you could please escort this hag, off of my property." Grace glares at Elena as Taylor not even hiding his smile pulls her to her feet, with Sawyers help they drag her out of the bathroom. She's stunned silent, thankfully.
"What happened?" Christian's head shakes as he looks all around the bathroom, focusing on the blood on my dress.
"Just a run in with Mrs Robinson." I grimly smile. Grace snorts before looking to Christian with tears in her eyes.
"Christian, what happened between you and her?" Grace whispers.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to tell everyone about it. I can't right now." He replies.
"Okay. I love you Christian, whatever happened I am your mother and I'll never stop loving you." Christian has tears in his eyes as he pulls her into a hug, holding her tightly.
"My sweet boy." Grace whispers holding Christians face between her hands.
"I love you mom."
"I love you too. Ana, thank you so much for defending my boy." Grace pulls me into a bear hug.
"We need to make appearances, Ana do you trust me?" Grace asks I nod instantly.
"Right, I'm going to tear some of the material off of your dress. Just the top that's covered in blood." She commands.
"Go for it. I don't want to have to explain bloodstained ball gown to anyone." I laugh. With a small unnoticeable layer gone all that's left is a small red stain that can easily be explained as a spilled drink.
Ten minutes before we're due to be seated for dinner we all leave the bathroom. Grace kisses each of us on the cheek before leaving to chat to her guests.
"What happened?" Christian snarls into my ear.
"We'll talk when we get home, okay. I promise."
"Fine." His snarl lessening.
"This is not the place to talk about this Christian, you know that."
"The second we get in the car on the way home you will tell me everything." He glares.
"I'll tell you everything. I promise. I love you."
"I think a female CPO for you would be a good idea, I'll make arrangements tomorrow." He suggests, his bad mood leaving slowly.
"Instead of Sawyer?"
"As well as." The 'for when you're in the bathroom' wasn't needed. I'll never have alone time again.
"Okay." He looks surprised at my easy acceptance, his reply however was stolen by hurricane Mia.
"Ana! Christian! You look amazing! It's like it's your wedding day, wow." She squeals throwing her arms around me. "When you both do get married I'd better be a bridesmaid!"
"I promise." I say making her hug me even tighter.
"Can I have my girlfriend back now Mia?"
"Fine! I'll introduce you to my friends later, none of them can believe Christian has a girlfriend."
"I was just waiting for the right girl to come along, go find your friends. I want to introduce Ana to grandma and grandpa." He grabs my hand steering me to an elderly couple wearing matching bronze masks sat at a table in conversation with Grace who is discreetly pointing out the guests.
"And here is Christian and his lovely girlfriend, Anastasia." Grace introduces.
"Hello dear! Oh you both look like you're getting married." His grandmother squeals.
"If you'd like dear, we'd love you to call us grams and gramps." Gramps asks
"I'd love to." I reply a tear in my eye, I don't have any grandparents left.
"Son, it looks like your wedding day." Carrick smiles.
"Everyone's saying that." Christian snarks
"Almost like I'm wearing a wedding dress." I sarcastically reply.
"Did he cry when he saw you?" Grams asks her face alight.
"He did, so did I." I blush, I look up at Christian who has a genuine smile on his face. We make more small talk with grams and gramps, telling them all about how we met.
"We always thought he was gay." Grams says making me choke on my wine.
"You did. I knew he was just waiting around for the right woman." Gramps defends.
"Dear I can't be the only one who thought you were gay."
"I did!" Kate interrupts. "One of the things I had Ana ask him was if he was gay, he's never seen with anyone. Ever."
"I thought you were celibate and gay." Elliot interrupts.
"I never thought gay, but definitely celibate." Mia adds.
"Can we please stop talking about my sex life, especially in a room full of over three hundred people." Christian asks, his face in the crook of my neck. He's pissed, but doesn't want to get angry with his family. Luckily, the master of ceremonies begins to talk. I look around the table, I'm sat with Christian on my right, next to him is Grace, then Carrick, gramps, grams, Mia, Elliot then Kate is on my left. I'm glad Kate is next to me, I've missed my best friend. Just having her next to me is a comfort, with Christian on my right I feel at home. It doesn't matter where I am. I focus on the heartfelt speech by the master of ceremonies, he's wearing a black tuxedo with black mask, I can feel Christians hand holding mine idly stroking my fingers, smell the fresh flowers, taste the minty freshness left from Christians kiss.
We've just finished the second course and Christian is driving me insane, he keeps touching my thigh, my back, wherever he can touch without being obvious he does. I'm about to combust, I lean over to whisper in his ear.
"Stop teasing me, after dinner take me somewhere and fuck me hard. But stop teasing me or I will fuck you right here right now."
"After coffee." He winks.
"Stop it you two! We don't want another show." Elliot laughs, half the table looks confused. "Me and Kate walked in on Ana and Christian."
"Elliot! You shouldn't be going into peoples bedrooms." Mia scolds.
"They were on the kitchen counter."
"Does everyone have to know?" Christian says blushing.
"If I had to see it, they have to hear it."
"Boathouse June nineteen ninety seven." That shuts Elliot up.
"I forgot you saw that." It's Elliot's turn to blush.
"Boys, now is not the time." Carrick admonishes bringing a laugh to everyone at the table.
"Ana are you coming? It's the first dance auction." Mia squeals after dinner has been cleared away.
"No, I think we're going to get home early. I'm tired." I pout laying my head on Christians shoulder.
"You both head home, we'll see you both tomorrow. For lunch."
"We'll have lunch at ours." I offer, Christian smiles down at me.
"You don't have to do that, Ana." Grace interjects.
"Ana does make a delicious roast." Kate grins.
"That settles it. See you all tomorrow." Christian grins leading me out of the ballroom.