THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "GIRO DEL DESTINO"
He looked so sexy with his hair slightly tossed to one side and falling on his face and two-day beard. This only brought back memories of him with his hair all messed up in the morning when he woke up and made a laugh escape my lips. Christian didn't ask why I was laughing as we were interrupted by our lunch. I took my eyes off him and focused on what Christian had ordered.
—Enjoy your meal, Mr. Grey, miss. —the waiter said after serving us the wine, leave the bottle and go.
At that moment I stared at my plate trying to guess what it was that Christian had ordered or that the plate magically spoke to me and told me what it was.
—Sunday Roast. —I looked up from the plate and looked at Christian a little confused as he looked at me smiling. —What we're going to eat is called Sunday Roast. —e said to me as I looked back at the plate.
— And what is it. — I asked him, hesitating to try something I had never eaten before in my life.
— It's kind of a potato roast. —he said to me as I looked at him briefly and back at my plate. — Don't look at it so much and try it. —he said to me as he took the cutlery and began to eat.
I picked up the knife and fork and cut a piece of meat that I quickly put in my mouth. And then I cut up another piece. I've never eaten anything so tasty in my life. I was cutting one piece after another and by the time I realized I had completely finished my plate.
— And? — he asked, raising an eyebrow.
—You were right, it was delicious and I was starving. — I said smiling.
—That must have been because of the physical effort this morning. —he said, staring me in the eyes.
—If it must be. —I replied laughingly.
The waiter took away our plates and brought us the bill that Christian wouldn't even let me look. He paid and after bringing the bottle of wine in a bag and returning the card we left for the MET parking lot and from there Christian drove to my apartment. If he owned the restaurant why did he pay? How strange! I'd have to ask him at some point. He went into the underground garage and parked right next to my car in an empty parking space.
— What's your car? — he asked me as he came down with my backpack and his suitcase and closed the door.
He had not let me carry my backpack with my things, he only asked me to carry the bottle of wine that he was holding tightly against my chest at the time I didn't know why.
—This one. —I said sliding my hand over the hood of the car that was parked next to me.
—So you like sports models. —he said looking at me as we walked towards the elevator.
—Yes, I like sports models. —I replied as we got on the elevator.
The apartment was deserted, apparently Kate wasn't there.
—Welcome to my humble home. — I said laughing and bowing.
—Thank you. — he said with a laugh as well.
I gave him a quick tour of the apartment showing him the kitchen, living room and bedrooms as well as the bathroom. Then we went to my room and left the stuff on the bed. Christian went to get two glasses and when he came back he opened the bottle of wine and then we started to organize things.
I didn't have a closet like Christian's but at least it had enough room to accommodate Christian's suits, shoes, shirts and jeans that he had brought. I emptied a drawer from the closet and gave it to him to fit his socks and underwear. Half an hour later we had finished putting things in the closet and were sitting on the bed drinking the wine and laughing. I could swear that for the amount of wine I drank today I must have been more than a little tipsy, but that was not the case. I was fine, it was time for me to start adjusting to drinking.
—I think it's time to make dinner. — I told him getting out of bed and looking at the clock on the bedside table that said 5:30 pm.
—Come on, I'll help you. —he said getting up too, and we headed for the kitchen.
We were just finishing dinner when I felt the front door open, it must have been Kate. But to my surprise I found something else. Christian and I looked at each other for a moment and then turned our eyes back to the door. We looked at that in amazement and almost laughing, we couldn't believe it. Apparently Kate and Elliot had not noticed our presence as they were kissing in the middle of the room.
—Don't undress in the hallway. —Christian shouted to them as they separated in fear and amazement.
—Hey, Ana, Trey. —Elliot waved a little bit away from Kate.
—Hello Ana. — said a very excited Kate, coming to me and giving me a big, warm hug.
—Hello Trey. —he greeted him after he separated from me.
—I think we're gonna have to do something about your name. —I told Christian as he looked at me thoughtfully for a moment.
—You mean because of Trey and Christian. —he said to me as I nodded.
— Yeah, we can't be calling you two different ways.— I replied as he nodded to my logic.
—Well no more Trey then. —he said with a smile.
—You heard, no more Trey. —I told Kate and Elliot they looked at me smiling.
— Yeah, we listen, you look better Christian anyway, Trey made you look old. —Elliot said to him as he came up to Christian's side and he tapped him on the arm. — What! It's true. —he said as Christian hit him again and we all laughed.
—Well, if we finish the introductions, we can finish dinner. —I told Christian as he looked at me smiling.
— Yeah, it'll be better, I think we're more for dinner now. —he said very quietly in my ear as I smiled like an idiot.
I looked for a moment at Kate and she looked at me with her eyes squinting and made gestures that we need to talk.
—Dinner's almost ready. — I said looking away from her.
I knew very well that I had a pending conversation from which I doubted I could escape.
—Ok. —She said as she pulled Elliot over to the couch in the living room and they both sat there.
Christian and I had finished what was missing from dinner quickly and ate the four of us very quietly. After Christian and Elliot had finished they had insisted on picking up the kitchen. I watched Christian pick things up and we kept looking at each other and smiling at each other.
— So will you tell me or not? —Kate asked me, interrupting my thoughts.
We both had a glass of wine in our hands and we'd just sat on the couch. I turned my eyes away from Christian and turned to her.
— I don't know where to start. —I said, shrugging my shoulders.
A lot had actually happened and I didn't know what to tell her first or whether to tell her everything.
— So start with the essentials, get to the point and don't beat about the bush. Were you able to have sex with Christian? —she said, pointing a finger at me. Wau she was direct.
—Yes.—I replied by turning my eyes away from her and looking at Christian who was staring back at me with a smile.
—Tell me everything...well not everything, save the explicit details. —she said smiling as I turned to her.
I gave my wine a drink and started to tell her everything that had happened over the weekend, but without going into the intimate details. I also didn't tell her about the sleepwalking crises he had, I didn't want to scare her. I just told her that we'd take turns here for a few days and then at his apartment. Kate didn't just look at me with her eyes or mouth wide open, when she wasn't sipping her glass of wine. By the time I finished telling her everything that had happened, she had finished with him and was looking at me as if asking me to tell her more.
—Then you agree with me about what we talked about the other night. —she said to me now, looking at me very seriously.
— What thing? —We had talked about so many things that I didn't remember what she meant specifically.
— Think Ana, because of so many people, you get to sleep with him, it's not like you haven't had the chance. —she said to me, pointing to Christian in the kitchen.
It was true when you saw it from that perspective it made you think about your whole life. And I thought about what Kate was saying and she was absolutely right. And if all this time was just waiting for the right person, that is Christian. If that was true, then we were meant to be together. No, that was impossible, because if it had been so, if Christian hadn't come back or if I hadn't met him I would still be a virgin. With Christian nothing had happened, no interruption, no disaster, everything had been perfect.
—You may be right, but I don't want to think about it any more. — I told her after a moment of meditation.
At that time the boys joined us and we talked until about 10:00 pm when I decided to go to sleep.
—I think I'm going to bed, I don't want to fall asleep tomorrow, be late and be scolded by my boss. — I said rising from the sofa while Christian sat next to me smiling.
I walked to my room. I could feel Christian following me closely. I went into the room and got my nightclothes and went to the bathroom. I washed my mouth, changed my clothes, satisfied my needs and headed back to the room. Christian was sitting on the bed without a shirt, facing the closet and stared at me squinting when I came out with only my old shirt and loose hair on my shoulders.
— Are those your nightclothes? —he asked with an eyebrow taped.
And I looked at what he was wearing. Ana you may be stupid, one thing is a new shirt, but another is what you're wearing right now. Look at you! —I was telling myself. —How did you expect he to react to what you're wearing? I had never imagined what Christian would look like if he saw me in my real sleepwear, not the one I wore at his house. Well, now I had an idea what his face was like. He looked at me with his head bowed and frowned.
—Yes, I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I'd rather wear something else. —I said as I walked into the closet looking for something much more decent to wear.
But I knew very well that I had nothing in my closet that was up to what I imagined he liked to see in women. He had already seen myself sleeping in a t-shirt but that was a new one, maybe I should go back and put it on.
— Who said I don't like it? — he said interrupting my search without results in the closet.
—I thought you'd like lingerie outfits better for sleeping. —that I only know from seeing them in the shops. Nor think about ever buying one, what for, if I did not sleep with anyone.
—Believe me, I'm tired of Victoria´s Secrets, and Calvin Klein. —he said with a crooked smile on his lips.
—And you're gonna tell me you like old mid-thigh T-shirts now. —I replied sarcastically as I crossed my arms.
—They have their advantages. —he said, smiling maliciously.
— And those are. — I said making a gesture with one hand in the air.
I was standing in front of the bed, Christian was sitting in front of me smiling, wearing his sexy bad boy smile, his hair falling on his face, and the same beard in the morning, I didn't understand why he hadn't shaved and I wasn't interested the truth. This way he looked less like the head of restorations and more like a magazine model. It was a breathtaking vision.
—Well, they're diverse. —he said getting out of bed and standing in front of me.
His piercing gaze pierced mine as one of his hands moved toward my cheek and caressed me slowly. My breathing began to accelerate as he moved his body closer and closer to mine, his lips were very close to mine, I could feel his agitated breathing as he looked at me smiling. Then he lowered both hands down to the edge of the shirt and in one quick movement pulled it over my head, leaving me only in my panties and with my chain snagged around my neck.
—It's much easier to remove a T-shirt than a set of lingerie. Do you know how much care you have to take to keep it from tearing?
—No, I don't know. —I replied as his hands began to slide down my waist.
—Perhaps at another time I will prove it to you, because now I am going to lose myself in your body until I am completely satisfied with you. —he said, joining his lips with mine.