Chapter six

Christian greeted Elena at the elevator as she strutted through his apartment as if she owned the place, tossing her jacket over the breakfast bar and looking around the room as if Mrs. Jones—which is who Christian assumed she was looking for—would pop out of thin air.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Christian asked, walking around the breakfast bar to the refrigerator.

"Oh, no, darling. That's Mrs. Jones job. Where is she?" she asked him with innocent blue eyes.

"Getting ready for bed, I would guess," Christian muttered under his breath as he stood on the opposite side of the breakfast bar and gazed down at her. "Now did you want wine or not?" Christian asked impatiently.

She gave him an irritated look then plastered a smile on her face, stretching her red-stained lips wide. "Such a gentlemen. I'll have some Roscato if you have it, darling."

Christian rolled my eyes as he turned around and fetched Her Majesty a drink. Christian didn't know how he put up with her for so long, or maybe it was just then that she was testing his patience since he found Ana again and discovered he had a daughter, which Elena—surprise, surprise—didn't approve of.

Pulling a bottle out of the fridge and filling the champagne glass with the red fizzy drink, Christian slid it over to her and grabbed a bottle of water for himself, getting his throat good and ready for what he knew was going to be a very long argument.

"So what is it you wanted to talk about, darling?" Elena asked him, her eyes on him—and only on him. Christian wanted to roll my eyes but refrained, knowing she'd give me an attitude if he did. "Is this about your parents' party tomorrow?" Christian saw the excitement building in her eyes. "Because I have the perfect outfit picked out. Did you want me to put together your outfit so we'll match? Oh, we'd just look so perfect together and—"

"Elena," he cut her off, lifting his hand in the air. "My parents' summer party isn't what I want to talk to you about," he admitted with a sigh. She looked up at him with a frown and tilted her head as he walked around the breakfast bar to stand closer to her.

"Then what is it you wanted to talk about, darling?"

That blasted word was really starting to get on his nerves, but he pushed down his irritation as he grabbed her hands and looked down at her.

"Look, Elena, these past couple of years have been great and we've had a lot of fun together, but I think it's time we—"

"Are you breaking up with me?" she all but gasped, an astonished outraged expression on her face.

Christian wasn't really the type to beat around the bush, so he answered bluntly. "Yes."

Her head snapped back in shock, her eyebrows rose, and her mouth fell open and closed as she stared at him like she doesn't know who he was.

"Ex-excuse me?" she spluttered, her brows furrowing as she stood up. "I don't think I heard you right. Did you just say you're breaking up with me?"

Christian placed one hand on his hip as he ran the other through his hair. Here we go, Christian thought to himself as he let out a deep sigh.

"I did," he answered her simply.

She laughed humorlessly, shaking her head and pointed a long, bony finger at him. "No. No! You can't break up with me. I won't let you. You—you can't do this. I thought we were good—we—we are good! I don't—I can't believe this." She shook her head as she paced back and forth in front of Christian, her hands flailing all over the place and a frown on her pretty face. And then she suddenly stopped all movement and turned her accusing eyes on him. "It's that woman with the kid. Isn't it?"

Christian just stared at her for a moment as he tried to think of something to placate her before she went ballistic, but it was too late.

"Isn't it!" she screamed at him.

"Elena—"

"Ughh, I knew it! I knew that money grabbing bitch and her little bastard were going to try to take you away from me, but I didn't actually think you'd be stupid enough to fall for their petty act!" she screamed at him.

"That is enough, Elena!" Christian firmly told her, his voice ringing clear in the open space. "I've never asked anything from you other than your time, your body, and your respect, but you've crossed the line with your continuous insults not only aimed at me but my daughter and her mother." He glared at her as he watched her eyes flame with anger and steam boil out of her ears. "I'm asking you to leave now at your own will, or I'll gladly ask Taylor to dispense of you physically if you can't accept the fact that there's nothing more I want from you."

She all but stamped her stiletto clad foot as he dismissed her. "You'll regret this, Christian Grey. Everyone knows that I'm the best thing to have ever happened to you and when you get tired of playing house with that gold digger and her little brat, don't come running back to me! Because if you think for one second I'll come back to you after she leaves you high and dry, you have another thing coming!"

He sneered at her. "So in other words when I have no money left there's nothing else you'd want from me? Nice to know what I actually meant to you all this time,"—not that he actually cared what she thought of him—"And don't even think about trying to sabotage my relationship—or any relationship I have in the future or I'll take away everything that ever meant anything to you. Now get out."

She gave him one last warning look before she stomped out of his apartment, glaring at him the entire time before the elevator doors closed on her. When she was finally out of sight he sagged in relief, taking her glass and his water bottle and disposing of them.

When he finally got into bed he felt lighter than he had in a long time. He didn't know if it was because he finally didn't have Elena clinging to him like a leech or if it was the prospect of starting something new with his family. His lips curled up at the thought of his family. It was still a little hard to believe that all this time he had a daughter, and even though he was still a little upset that he didn't know about her until a few hours ago, he couldn't help but feel excitement at the prospect of getting to know her.

As he snuggled into the covers he thought about his parents' party tomorrow and could only hope all went well. But for a little while, all he could do was dream of a happy future with his family by his side.

I know this is a really short chapter but I wanted to get Elena out of the way before the climatic family drama happens. Also, I find it quite amusing how you guys hate Elena so much. I guess when she's involved in a FSOG fanfic there's the stigma that follows her that she's this crazy, manipulative, unhinged, bitch-which she is-but don't expect too much drama from her. She'll try to get Christian's attention, but she won't do it in ways that will have her committed to a psych ward or thrown in jail. Just an FYI.

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