Anastasia

Opening my eyes I see it's still dark outside. What the hell? I groan when I try to sit up.

Holy hell my head!

My hands automatically shoot for my temples, to hold my head, from exploding. It feels as if a stampede of elephants are running around in my head.

Still holding on to my head, I stand and make my way to the bathroom.

"I must look horrible." I flinch by the sound of my own voice. Geez, do I speak that loud? Turning on the light switch my eyes immediately close. Great, just what I need. I tell myself as I walk to stand in front of the vanity, bracing myself for the mess, that will for sure be my reflection.

Opening my eyes into slits, I take in my reflection. Hmm? No make-up, my hair is in place, and I am wearing...

"Holy fuck!" I scream as it hits me and wince at the same time!

"What the fuck?" I take in my appearance, surprised that I managed to undress and rid myself of make-up.

Trying hard as I can, I don't even remember coming home as last night plays in my mind. I shake my head a little and immediately regret it.

The pounding is back and with a vengeance.

"Fuck this." I say walking out of the bathroom not bothering to put on my house shoes. Turning, I walk down the stairs to the kitchen, in need of some advil, that is placed in the kitchen cabinet.

Ignoring the man, sleeping on the loveseat in the living room, I keep walking. I need some advil. God do I need some advil.

Opening the cabinet, I find what I need, opening the bottle and placing two advils on my palm. Placing the bottle of Advil back in the cabinet, I walk towards the refrigerator and take out a bottle water.

I'm going to kill Kate! I mutter to myself as I take the advils with a deep gulp of water.

Bringing the bottled water down from my lips, I remember the deal Robert wanted me to confirm, before the deadline in the morning.

My head turns to the direction of the windows and the light sky. It must be around five in the morning. What time did I get in?

My head is still pounding and I swear I hear it ping. Is that my phone? My attention goes to my phone that has pinged to life on the kitchen island.

Grabbing my phone, I swipe my finger on the screen. Wow! Ten missed calls, four text messages, and four voicemails. I scoff. It's probably Kate asking where I went off to when she realized I was probably gone do to the fact she left me alone sitting at our table as she danced with what's his face, as she usually does.

Ignoring every alert on the home screen on my phone, I search for Robert's number, and quickly send him a text message.

Sent 5:25 am

Do it.

Placing my phone back down on the kitchen island, I once again, try to remember last night's events. Closing my eyes I can't think of anything important that might of happened. What in the world did I drink?

A gasp leaves my mouth and my eyes widen... Who the fuck is asleep on my couch?

Turning my head quickly in the direction of my living room, I'm debating if I should call my dad. No doubt he would know what to do in this situation, but then I would get an ass chewing if he finds out why I don't remember.

Too scared to move towards my living room, I come up with a plan. Deciding I should just leave out the side door of the kitchen and walk around the house. I could go through the back door that leads to the my study and use the other staircase that leads upstairs as well. I could avoid the stranger completely and hopefully when he wakes he would leave.

I stop my train of thoughts and burst into a fit of laughter that is soon followed by a groan. Gosh, what is wrong with me? I laugh some more, when I think about my plan. Gosh, I'm thinking like a criminal in my own home.

"Good morning Anastasia." I stop my laughter, when I hear his voice, but the throbbing in my head still continues.

"What are you doing here?" I ask shocked to see Christian standing at the kitchen entrance. He smiles, that gorgeous smile of his and I feel my knees buckle.

"It's a long story. But it can wait until later. You should go lay down, since we've only been asleep for two hours." He says as he glances at his Rolex.

"What?' I ask still confused.

He sighs and stares at me. "Go to bed Anastasia. We'll talk later today." He says as he turns around to walk away.

No he can't leave.

Running after him in time to see him almost at his car I speak.

"You know you can stay." Where in the world did that come from? I say before I can even comprehend what I just told him.

By the look on his face, he's just as shocked, as I am. "Why?"

"I don't know." I can feel my brow furrow, but I honestly don't know.

"Anastasia it's been a very," he chuckles "productive night. Can we just talk about it later? And if I'm not mistaken you have work today." He says as he's about to open his car door.

"I'm not going in today." I say in a near whisper, but I know he heard me. He stops, takes a deep breath and turns around to wave off at a black SUV that is parked in front of the gates.

Who is that?

Seconds later the black SUV comes to life and takes off, just as Christian begins to walk up my door steps.

"You know," he says as he stops and stands in front of me. My breath hitches, the headache has faded, but now butterflies have resided in my stomach.

"You better hope no one caught sight of you wearing, almost close to nothing, in this shirt." He finishes his statement and to prove his point he pulls on the bottom hem of the t-shirt.

He smirks when I push his hand away as a blush comes over my face. How stupid can I be? This shirt doesn't cover half my thigh.

He smiles a mischievous smile and looks down at my breasts as he bites his bottom lip.

God, talk about embarrassment. I don't know what comes over me, but I start to giggle.

"Come on, before someone sees you." He laughs and pulls, my giggling self, inside the house by my hand.

"Oh god, I think I'm still drunk." I sigh as I walk back inside to the kitchen after Christian closes the front door.

"I don't doubt it, you did drink plenty." I don't have to turn to see his smile on his face. Asshole!

"So talk." I turn back around in time to see Christian, readjust himself.

"Are you okay?" I ask as I giggle again when I notice a slight blush over take his cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He says in a serious tone and walks over to the kitchen island and sits on the kitchen stool.

I don't know why but I can't help act civil with him. It's as if I have nothing to be worried about when I'm near him. It's strange, but I feel... Safe.

"Ana? Where did you go?" I snap out of my thoughts. Only to see Christian looking directly at me, with a bemused look on his face.

"I should go change." I mutter nervously and he nods his head slowly, with a confused look.

Leaving the kitchen I look over my shoulder quickly, just in time to see his hands run through his hair.

Shaking my head as I walk upstairs, no longer feeling hungover or drunk, but I'm more confused. Why do I feel like this towards him? What the fuck happened last night? I ask myself as I'm putting on some sweatpants leaving the shirt, I've been wearing, on.

My sweatpants are half way on, when I notice my clothes from last night on top of my dresser. I would never do that. Matter a fact, I know I wouldn't.

Grabbing my clothes off the dresser, everything hits me all at once. Memories from last night are running in a rapid pace in my mind and I can't help but feel nauseous.

Running to the bathroom in time, to regurgitate, what feels like everything I drank last night, into the toilet.

The blonde woman, the brunnette, and then the blonde again. Driving home beyond drunk, stupid, and carelessly. Hallucinating Christian... My eyes widen as I lift my head... I didn't hallucinate him, because if I did he wouldn't be here. What happened?

"Ana, are you okay?" I feel Christian's hand rub soothing circles on my back.

I shudder when I feel his hand going up my neck and back down my back. I know if I was wearing a bra his hand would be passing it.

I groan softly as I feel his fingers graze the side of my left breast, by accident, as he wraps his arm under my breasts to support me up. Walking me over to the sink, so I can brush my teeth, he grabs a washcloth off the vanity and passes it under the running water, squeezing the excess water on the washcloth, using one hand. I can't help but admire his arm muscles as he does so.

I shudder once again, when he passes the wet washcloth down my face, down my neck, over my neck bone.

"Christian what are you doing?" I speak after I spit into the sink. Rinsing my mouth with water, I see Christian smirk once more as his sight is placed on my ass.

"Hmm?" He says and I laugh once again but wince when my headache has returned.

"Okay Ana, enough." He drags me by my arm to my bed and pushes me to lay down. "You need sleep and I need to go home. So do yourself a favor and go to sleep." He commands and I'm a bit taken back. Wasn't he just checking me out? Now, he's acting as if I'm a child, who needs to be told what to do.

"Whatever Christian. Just lock the door when you leave." I say turning around giving my back to him.

"Fine." He responds, but before he's out of my bedroom door, I have to ask. "What happened with the blonde woman from last night?"

I wait what feels like hours for his answer, but he doesn't say anything. I turn around on my bed and find Christian staring at me.

"Nothing happened."

"Okay."

"Ana, we had this talk and plenty more last night. You need sleep and when you're up for it we can talk." He sighs.

"Christian I would like to know. My head hurts, but that doesn't mean I can't handle what happened last night."

"You really want to know?" He ask as he stares directly in my eyes. I don't know what he's looking for, but he finds it.

"Don't worry Ana, we spoke only about what happened last night that's all. You were drunk and you drove to your home. I followed you after I pushed the blonde woman, who threw herself at me, away. But when I did you were gone. You came home. And before you ask," he stops and looks at me with shame in his eyes. "The brunette, who accosted you at the bar..." I hold my hand up to stop him.

"I remember." I say as swallow the lump in my throat. Remembering the words, the brunette spoke to me. She's right, i would need pointers to bed someone like Christian.

"Thank you Christian for making sure I was home safe. Have a good day." I smile, a smile that doesn't reach my eyes and I know he can tell.

He looks crestfallen that I have coldly dismissed him from my room and my house.

"You're welcome Ana. It's what friends are for, right?" I nod my head as he leaves out my bedroom door, leaving it open, and walks down the stairs.

As soon as I hear the front door close, I jump out of bed, regretting it immediately as my head once again drums. Looking out of my bedroom window I see Christian walking to his car looking over his shoulder back a few times to my house.

I don't know what it is about Christian, but I want to get to know him. I smile and head back to my bed with a smile on my face.

He had the opportunity to sleep with the blonde, but instead he decided to come to my rescue. I can't fault him for the brunnette, but I'm glad he told me the truth, instead of hiding it away.

Closing my eyes to the sound of his car coming to life, I drift off. Dreaming about Christian and I having sex on my bed.