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💚 This is a re-upload, Until chapter 8

💚 So, I want to put this reminder here. This story contains DIRTY TALKING. If it's not your kink, don't read, or at least don't complain about it. It's not going to be heavy, but it's still going to be there.

💚 Now, about Christian, I just want you to remember that in sex and in love, Christian only had one relationship, which is Gia ...

💚 And also, by his own admission, he knows he is addicted/obsessed with Rose. but he doesn't want to give her up.

💚 How Much💚

Christian has some singular taste when it comes to his sexual preferences, but he's never dared voice them. He never manages to climax because of that, and it leaves him frustrated. One night, he decides to try the last solution that comes to his mind …

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Family/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/Carrick Grey/Raymond Steele/Elliott/Gia‼️

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Chapter 6: How Much For Your Name? (2,0K)

Christian's Pov

I kept thinking of her for the whole week. I kept thinking that I played my cards wrong. I might not be a businessman, but I know that any transition always needs one of two things. Either a stick or a carrot. I don't have a stick for Rose, and my carrot clearly wasn't interesting enough.

But what could I have proposed more than what I did? I gave her a way out. With a place to stay, and money. I told her I would give her whatever she wanted. And I did promise to satisfy her. What more can I do? Nothing but wait.

She's going to say no. Why else does she need time to think about it? Who, in their right mind, says they'll think about it when they are offered an amazing promotion with all the perks? I mean, I know she enjoyed her time with me, but I guess she enjoys it better somewhere else.

And that whole nonsense about making her decision with her brain. She's always thought with her brain, sometimes making me feel stupid. What else can she think with? No, she just won't give up the other dicks she's got. But if she does … If she does, I'm going to have to learn to not be annoyed by her past.

And anyway, it's not long-term. It's just for a year. Or two. Nothing more. I don't think Rose can commit longer than that.

I've had my father on the phone, and he has been asking me to come to visit him in Washington this week, but since this might be my last chance to see Rose, I said no. It's been a long while since I've actually seen him for more than a brief minute at some public function, but it's just awkward with him. Both my sisters are abroad studying and …. Well since Gia and I broke the engagement I have been alone with Dad. He liked her like a daughter, and I don't necessarily want him to talk me into getting back to her.

Though, Gia has been scolding me for not seeing him more often. Of course, she used the Mom card, and how my mother would not be happy with that kind of behaviour, so eventually, I'm going to go visit him. Maybe Gia can come with me, so he doesn't make it too hard on me.

With a shake of my head, I get back to the present time and keep looking at the door of the suit, my heart hammering in my ribcage. What if she says no? What if she says yes?

Time passes incredibly slowly, and it feels like every second lasts hours. Rose usually comes at 9 pm, and it's ten to, when my phone rings, indicating bad news. It's Mrs Lincoln.

"Mr T. I am so very sorry to let you know on such short notice, but Miss Pink will not be able to make it tonight."

I swallow with difficulty. Well, I have my answer. It's a no. she didn't even have the guts to tell me to my face. That's what you get for wanting more from a prostitute, disappointment.

"It's okay, I expected that much," I say, as if nothing.

"I can still send a replacement if you want."

"No. Actually … I think I should step out for a while."

"Very well, Mr T. Just so you know, our services are always available to you in the future. We're just a phone call away."

I hang up and finish my glass of gin. I have been drinking quite a few glasses, to calm my nerves, all for nothing. Maybe I should just go to Washington and spend some time with my father. That ought to take my mind off of things.

As I'm scrolling through my phone, looking for flights to Washington on Tuesday, someone knocks on my door. I frown, because I didn't order any room service this time, and I go open the door. There, stands a young brunette in jeans and a hoodie, looking down at her shoes.

I'm about to ask if she got the right room, when she looks up, her blue eyes looking straight into my grey ones, and I recognise Rose, without any artifice. Without a wig, without makeup, without the sexy clothes that make her body even more tempting.

I try to say something, but I just end up stammering like an idiot, and she breaks in a grin as she reminds me, "You did say without the wig, right? Or did you like me better as a pinkie?"

I liked her with pink hair, but her natural chestnut hair suits her better. So I smile and bend down to kiss her on the doorstep. Nothing sexual, nothing carnal, just a kiss, acknowledging that … well, she's mine now. She came, as herself and that's all that matters.

When I break the kiss, I invite her in, and she sits on the sofa, folding her legs Indian style. Usually, she sits on the bed, or on the table, and there is always something sensual in her demeanour, but today, today I just have her. Not Miss Rose Pink, but whoever she really is, and it makes me grin like an idiot.

"So …" She trails, looking at me and tapping the sofa next to her. "As promised, I have been thinking about your proposal, and I would like to make a few amendments."

I sit next to her and gesture for her to continue. "First, I'm not moving to your place."

"Why not? Isn't it the best course of action to … attend to your needs?"

She wiggles her eyebrows at me, her lips spread in a playful smirk. "I meant what I said last week. It's not good for you to rely on someone else to be happy. And I feel that my staying at your place would not necessarily help you realise that."

I shake my head. "That's not for you to care. And besides, I don't want to keep meeting you in hotel rooms. I'm not going to treat you like a … like …"

"Like a hooker?" She says, unbothered. Does she not realise that I've never used that word in front of her? Or does she?

"Well … I get that. And it's really … sweet of you. But we can compromise. I … I have a place. Of sorts. We can meet there. And after a while, once I've made sure you're not a serial killer and that you do put the toilet seat down, I'll even give you a spare key."

"What if I pour the milk before the cereals?"

"That's the proof that you're a psychopath, and I'm out of here."

We both laugh. I reach for her face, putting a string of her brown hair behind her ear as I ask, "Anything else?"

"I'm Ana, by the way." She says with a sweet smile. Without even thinking about it, I get closer to her, and take her on my lap, caressing her face as I probe for more, "Ana …"

"I'd rather not say. Not now, at least. Let's call it a Daddy issue."

"I thought you didn't have daddy issues."

"Well, not really. It's just … I don't ask for your last name, and you don't ask for mine, okay?"

"I don't mind telling you my last name," I tell her, tracing her neck with the tip of my nose.

"What if I'm the serial killer? You should keep your name to yourself."

"I don't mind you killing me." I nibble her ear, and she whines,

"Please, Christian. Not now. It's … complicated."

"Okay. So what are your other amendments?"

"Just the obvious things I thought we should put out in the open. I'm not your lapdog, I'm not to be shared with your friends, I can come and go as I please. We live our lives as we do, and enjoy our time together."

I hum against her skin, lightly kissing her neck. Honestly, right now she can ask anything, I'm pretty sure the only answer she'll get is okay. She said yes. In fact, I understand now that she already quit her job, and that's why Mrs Lincoln called to say Miss Pink was not available. Rose didn't come to see me, Ana did.

"You can't hold my past against me, either." She adds, and finally, I'm out of my daze, and we look at each other. She holds my gaze and I tell her,

"I won't."

"It's a deal-breaker."

"I won't," I promise and she smiles that smile. She rarely had that smile over the past two months, but the few times she did, it made me feel like the king of the fucking world.

And having her smile like that with her brunette locks makes me even happier. She's definitely better as a brunette. She even looks a bit more her age. She still doesn't look 25, but she looks legal now.

"How am I going to pay you?" I ask. "Once a week? A month? Cash? Cheque?"

"Let's say that I trust you, and we'll wait until the year is up."

"How are you going to live until then?"

"Don't worry about me," She dismisses and I'm tempted to argue that she's mine to argue for the upcoming year, but I'd rather focus on something else,

"What made you agree during this week of hard thinking?"

"Oh … I already made my decision last week. I just … had to settle down a few things and introduce some people to take over. But you made up my mind last week already."

"I did? And you let me hang in here like an idiot for a whole week?"

She grimaces. "I told you, I wanted to make the decision with my brain, not something else. I … you said you missed me and … it felt like you missed me, not just the sex. And it's a nice feeling … But feelings sometimes cloud your brain. I didn't want to make a rash decision."

I look at her and finally understand what she meant last week. She didn't want to make a decision with her heart. And … it makes me feel great.

So I kiss her, and she immediately responds, grinding herself against me. We moan in each other's mouths, and she starts to undress me, biting my lower lip, her hips sensually rotating on me.

"Where is your place?" I ask a part of my brain thinking I'll have to ask Taylor to grab us. I've drunk too much to drive.

"Do you really want to talk logistics, now? I've been thinking about you all week …" she keeps grinding me, her lips caressing mine. "I thought of your mouth." Then she reaches for my hands. "I thought of your fingers." And then, she grabs my cock over my trousers, "I've thought of your cock."

I swallow hard, and with all the difficulty in the world, I grab her by the shoulders and put some distance between us, my eyes blazing with lust. "Believe me, I thought of you too. But I don't want to ever fuck you in this room again. So let's get to your place so I can fuck you and remind you how good my lips, my fingers and my cock feel inside of you."

She gets up, showing me her hand and as I take it and get up myself, she smirks, "Look who finally learned to say what he wants."

I caress her lips with my thumb, towering over her even more than I usually do due to her lack of heels. "Say it," I tell her because technically, she still hasn't agreed to be mine.

She smiles, pecks my lips and finally says, "I'm your dirty little slut, Christian. Now … what are you going to do with me?"

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