Chapter 2
Christian's P.O.V
What the hell did I just do? I can't believe that I just pushed away the one person that has always stood by me. But this is what is best for her. So why do I feel so guilty. No, I can't do this. I can't push Ana away. I quickly grab my new iPhone that Ana pushed me to get. She said that I needed to "keep up with the times." I still remember that time. When we were both so happy and in love. When I didn't fuck everything up and mess up my whole life.
Flashback
"Come on, Christian. Everyone has an iPhone, it is the new thing. You can't be that old," she said giggling at me. That giggle. It could melt the coldest of hearts. It melted mine.
"Oh I'm old now. I don't think an old man can pleasure you the way that I did an hour ago," I teased with glint in my eyes. My love for her shining through. Ana gasped in embarrassment and buried her now red cheeks into my naked chest. We have bed since I convinced her to take a day off of work with my sexual charm. Her struggle with futile and soon we were in bed exploring each other's bodies once again. I am getting hard again, just thinking about it. I instantly think of my parents having sex to calm my raging mini me, that's not so mini. I know Ana must be extremely sore from our morning extracurricular activities. I am brought out of my thoughts of Ana's glorious, sexy body by her angelic voice.
"Well, I can't deny that you, my old man, do know somethings about pleasure," Ana adds. I flip us over so that I was on top of her. Looking straight into her alluring, beguiling, innocent blue eyes, The eyes that are now filled with amusement at our current position. I smirk wickedly at her and put my face in the crook of her neck and kiss the soft, pale, silky skin. She shivers and I smile at my effect on her. I kiss my way from her neck to her jaw, to the crook of her nose, down to my target. Her plump, red, full lips, the ones that I can kiss all day long and not get tired.
"So, I only now somethings about pleasure. I would say that I know much more than the average man. Don't you think so, baby?" I ask, brushing my lips against hers. Right as she opens her mouth to respond, I push my little friend right against her throbbing clit. She shudders with pleasure. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. Ana gasps and arches her back, slightly. "What? You have nothing to say now, Ms. Steele?"
She opens her eyes and they have a dangerous tint to them. And I know that I am in dangerous territory. The last time this happened she denied my orgasms seven times. It was out of this world.
"Mr. Grey, if I didn't know any better, I would think that you are trying to distract me from our previous conversation with your infamous sexpertise?" she asks, raising her thick, dark eyebrow. I groan and fall to the side. I don't like change.
"Ana I don't want to change from my blackberry. I've had it since I first started my company and it has been a worthy adversary ever since. Why change something that doesn't need hanging?" I reply.
"Okay, how about this? If you get an iPhone and lose the prehistoric blackberry, I'll make the sex tape with you," she offers. And instantly, I am on my laptop ordering the newest version of the iPhone.
Flashback End
Nostalgia comes and hits me full force. Tears well up in my eyes and I take the picture of Ana out of my suitcase. The picture was of when we went cake tasting and she accidentally got chocolate on my shirt. I smeared the red velvet cake on her forehead and she couldn't stop giggling. My tears fall from my eyes streaming down my face and fall on the picture, drop after drop. I now realize what I have done. I just broke the love of my life's heart and now she would never forgive me again. I can't let that happen. I can't let her go. I don't care what he says. I will protect Ana the best I can, he won't even get close to her.
I grab my phone and send a quick text to Taylor to bring the car around. I know that he is still pissed and annoyed at me for leaving Ana, but he won't say anything about it. I run down the hallway to the elevator of the hotel and go down to the lobby. On my way down all of the memories of Ana and I in elevators and the electricity that will pass through us. I feel empty, like my spirit is missing. Tears begin to whelm up in my eyes, but before they have the chance to get out, the elevator doors open. I spot Taylor in the lobby, his face blank, but you can see how angry his eyes are. Outside is crowded with those paparazzi fuckers that can't leave people alone for two seconds. Is this what people really want to see, my misery?
I approach Taylor and he leads me outside. He does a good job of blocking the photographers vision of me, but I can still here their questions. Each one pierces a deeper knife in my heart. "Christian, why did you cancel the wedding?" "Are you and Anastasia eloping?" "Did something happen to the relationship?" "Did you cheat on her Mr. Grey?" That one made me begin to charge at the reporter. I was just about to take his collars between my fingertips, when Jason pulled me back by my shoulders. All I see now is red. How dare he think that I cheated on Anastasia. I love her.
Taylor quickly leads me over to the car and opens my door, urging me inside. I climb in and put my head in my hands.
ears now fall freely from my eyes. Jesus Christ, this is the most I have cried since Ana left me months ago. But just like last time, this is all my fault. Everything is my fault.
"Where to, Mr Grey?" Taylor asks, formally, breaking me out of my thoughts. I hope that she is still at her hotel.
"Go to Mrs. Gre- Ana's hotel, Taylor," I say, sounding defeated. I had been calling her Mrs. Grey this whole week. She was supposed to be my wife by now. My life partner, my lover, my best friend, maybe the mother of my child or children. She was supposed to be mine.
I lean back into the seat with my arm over my eyes, so that Taylor wouldn't have to see his boss have a breakdown. Soon, we pull up in front of the Heathman Hotel. Before, Taylor can even turn off the ignition and open my door, I'm out of the car. I run to the lobby and head straight for the elevator.
"Please, God, don't let her leave. Please don't. I love her so much. Don't take her out of my life. Please. I'll do anything. Just make her stay," I pray, while stepping in the elevator. I repeat this mantra in my head all the way up to the penthouse suite. The one that I insisted that Ana have. I wanted her to have the best of everything. The doors open and I'm met with Sawyer's angry and disappointed expression. I push past him and open the door to the suite. What I see breaks my heart to a million pieces.
The suite has been deserted and the only thing left is a garment bag. I walk over to it and hesitantly open it. I have a feeling on what it is, but I hope with everything in me that it's not what I think. I decided to rip the bandage off, and open the bag. Once I open that bag, I fall to my knees in despair. I really have fucked my whole life up. A sob makes it's way out of my mouth. Inside the garment bag was Ana's wedding dress. The dress that she ordered me not to see until the wedding, for it caused bad luck. The wedding dress that she was supposed to become my wife in. The one that I was supposed to peel off of her tonight as we make love for the first time as husband and wife.
I take the dress in my hands and bring it close to me. The soft material of the dress brushes against my skin and makes me long for Ana even more. The dress still has her scent on it and I just want to bottle it up. I can just imagine how beautiful Ana would have looked in this dress. Ugh, I'm sorry Ana. I didn't mean it, I want you. I need you. Please come back to me.
I crunch the dress in my hands even more and I hear a paper crush in it. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and look inside the fabric in search of the source of the crumble. I soon find the paper. It's a note that has my name written on it in Ana's beautiful handwriting. I open it. And what I read, just made me fall deeper into my hole of darkness and depression. It read:
Dear Christian,
If you're reading this, then I must have left already. This letter was originally supposed to express my anger and sadness at your actions, but now it's a source of closure. I am not closing a chapter of my life that needs to be closed. You were my first everything and I honestly believed that you would be my last. I thought that we would be happy together. Love each other, until our last breaths. Maybe have a child or two in the future. But now this could never be. I am not saying this to make you feel bad because you really do deserve happiness, Christian. But obviously it's not with me.
I love you. God, I do and this is what is making this so much harder. I just want to go to sleep and wake up and figure out that this was all a dream. But it's not, it's reality and we need to deal with it. I understand that you don't want to be with me, so I'm going leave you alone. By the time that you go back to Escala my stuff will be gone and we will end it. Christian, you are a great man and I hope that you find happiness with a great woman. Someone that will love you more than I did and give you everything that you want or need. I have loved you and I will always love you. But unfortunately, we have to close this chapter of out lives. I hope that you gain more success and be happy. Goodbye.
Sincerely,
Anastasia Steele
She really is gone and never coming back.
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