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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, let's see what's up with Ana and Elliott

💚 And I feel that everyone agrees that there are feelings in the air, from both parties ...

💚 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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💚 Now, let's see what's up with Ana and Elliott

Chapter 7: How Much For Your Past? (1,6K)

Christian's Pov

As Taylor drives us to my house, neither Ana nor I say anything. I just look through the window, trying to understand why I am so bothered by Elliott's appearance. I knew this was something that might happen one day, that going out with her in public meant that we would certainly bump into one of her former clients one day. But … Elliott.

I can feel Ana looking at me, but I keep looking through the windows. This was one of the conditions for her to be with me, not to bring up her past customers. And I don't want her to kick me out of her life just when we started being a normal couple.

"So … are you going to tell me why you're being all moody all of the sudden, or you're going to keep that to yourself? Because I just want to point out that no one wants to fuck a moody guy."

I glance at Taylor and raise the partition glass so we can have some privacy. I don't want to lose her, but we've always been honest, and this is eating me up. Why did she have to have Elliott as a former client?

I look at her big blue eyes and admit, "Any other guy, I wouldn't care. I told you, your past is to the past. But … Elliott is my best friend."

I was expecting many things from her, anger, indignation, annoyance, irritation. But I was not expecting for her to laugh at my face. This is what I get for being genuine and for caring too much. She reaches for my hand and asks, "Are you having a fit about Lelliott?"

I glare at her before looking back through the window. Great, she has a nickname for him. Just like he had one for her. Yeah, Elliott was definitely more than a client for her. She liked him. But she still does. Maybe she even loves him, and I am just the sucker who got stupid enough to think he could have her.

I hear her unbuckle her belt before she moves so she can sit on my lap. I refuse to look at her, so she puts her hands on my cheeks and forces me to meet her radiant blue gaze as she tells me,

"Elliott is my cousin."

"Yeah, right," I retort, rolling my eyes. I've met Elliott's uncles and their kids. None of them was Ana as far as I remember. I would have remembered fucking into oblivion one of Elliott's family members!

She chuckles and leans her forehead against mine, "No, really. We literally made mudpies together growing up."

"You do remember that I told you he is my best friend. I have met his family, you're going to have to find a better lie, Ana."

"So I'm assuming you're Chris2," She mumbles to herself before adding louder, "There are so many Chris's and Christian's. But Elliott's father is my mother's big brother. We used to be joined by the hip until he moved away from Washington because of … her."

Elliott indeed told me he grew up in Washington until he moved to Seattle in high school. And he never talks about his father's family since he has so much to deal with his skank of a mother. It's a shame because Elliott's uncles from her side are very nice. She, on the other hand, is just a poor excuse for a human being. Still …

"Elliott is the one who gave me the number …"

"Probably because I gave it to him. Elena bailed me out more than once when I was at a point in my life when … I wanted to be wild. She told me about her business expending and I found a way to quench my sexual frustrations as well as my societal frustrations.

Elena is from the generation who thinks that a remote is a high-end technology, so she needed help with her logo, website and all of that. And Elliott got mentioned and then involved. Elena says that he used to be rather regular at some point, haha."

I look at her, feeling a little lighter. She didn't have sex with Elliott.

"Does your cousin know that …"

She thinks about it. "He never asked and I never volunteered this information. If he suspects something, he never said anything. And if he asks now, I don't work with Elena anymore."

She gives me a small smile as I analyse a bit too much her last sentence. One, she doesn't work there anymore, and that, I love very much; but also, she didn't work for Elena, but with her.

"Was I making an ass out of myself and getting jealous over your cousin?" I sheepishly wonder, and she chuckles before kissing my lips with that special care that I love so much.

When she breaks the kiss, she lets me know, "I should get all Miss Independent here, but … I like that you care and got jealous. Still, I can imagine that it's not easy so … if you want, I can make a list, so you don't feel trapped if we ever, by some miracle, run into one of my … 'exes'?"

I think about it, my hands on her smaller back (where they belong). Do I actually want to know how many guys she slept with? As long as I don't have a number, I don't care. But at the same time, morbid curiosity is showing its ugly nose.

Still, I decide to be reasonable and ask, "Am I likely to bump into one of them?"

She scrunches her nose, briefly thinking about it before shaking her head, making me sigh with a breath I didn't realise I was holding. She pecks my lips again, and leans to whisper in my ear,

"I promise to never put you in an awkward position. I'll always do my best to let you know if I see one of them and to avoid them as much as I can. I'm with you, Christian. Because I like you."

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When we get to my house, I show her around, putting on my best French accent for some reason and pretending to be the best tour guide ever. As we get to my room (yes, I kept it for last for obvious reasons) she goes to the window and looks at the meadow that is my garden and lets me know with a mocking smile,

"And there I thought you'd have a bachelor pad and all of that."

I shrug. "I've always liked to have privacy. And I've always wanted to have a big family. I don't see the point of a bachelor pad when ultimately, I'll go for the house."

She grins, her eyes lustful, "Oh, you want little girls like me to play the perfect daddy with?"

I shake my head and lock her chin between my fingers. "Why does everything coming out of your mouth always sound so filthy?" I mean, I was being serious. Her grin widens, and she leans to bite my ear and sultrily whispers,

"Because I'm a dirty little whore."

"Yes, you are. Mine."

She giggles as I take her in my arms and lay her down on my bed.

I spend most of the night taking her in all the positions I know she loves so much, whispering in her ear the dirty words that turn me on and making her roll her eyes to the back of her head over and over again. When I finally let her fall asleep, completely spent, I wrap my arms around her, caring very little that we are both sweaty and sticky.

I have been wanting to get Ana in my bed for a while, but I didn't know that having her sleeping so soundlessly in my home would make me feel so … fulfilled. In fact, I would love nothing more than to get her to stay permanently in my house … forever … with kids …

Fuck … I'm falling in love with this girl.

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When I wake up the next day, it is almost ten, much later than my usual time, but I simply smile and roll on the side, reaching for Ana as I usually do when I sleep at her place. When I find her space cold and empty I frown and open my eyes.

I glance around, but she is nowhere to be seen. I don't panic though, she's probably in the kitchen, having surprised Mrs Jones since I never brought a girl home, and eating breakfast. I go to my bathroom to wash the sleep off my face, and I see a sticky note on my mirror:

So sorry. I couldn't wake you up.

Something came up, and I had to leave.

I'll see you first thing when I get back.

Don't call, Ana

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💚 So, what's up with Ana? Why did she leave?

💚 And Christian feels he's falling in love ... Do you think Ana feels the same?

💚Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. What was your favourite part? What do you think will happen next?

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