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Sins of the Father
Chapter 27
My Friend Elena
Christian's POV
I made sure Teddy understood that he could get mom to call me if he needed me before I left and leave Taylor with him just in case.
As of two days ago, I officially and legally became his father. The senile fucker we had for a judge finally listened to reason. Teddy was given a new name to commemorate the occasion: Christian Theodore Trevelyan- Grey. It took him some time to understand his surname and even more time to get beyond the fact that he couldn't legally be renamed Teddy Bear. But once it was all said and done, he was happy with it.
Even though he is disappointed at her leaving, he is excited about seeing Ana and giving her his special present.
I made the decision to leave before she arrived. I caught a glimpse of her pulling in and seriously considered going back up to speak to her.
The truth is, I can't fathom being there when she receives her gift, knowing she understands the meaning behind it being part of the charm bracelet I gave for her twenty-third birthday.
I'm sure she has received by now. I am also sure that she loves the charm, since it is a gift from Teddy. Still, perhaps ultimately, she will reject the notion of putting it on that particular bracelet since it came from me.
I often wonder if it still means anything to her. That thought is quickly followed by wondering if she still even has possession of it.
Thoughts of it lying at the bottom of the Puget Sound or the New York Harbor now come to mind as I wait to be let into Esclava for my meeting with Elena.
Without a word, I brush past her and sink down unceremoniously in the first empty salon chair.
Her eyes fix on me as I swing the chair slightly from side to side.
She studies me with the same expression she wore when I was 16 and would come to her after fucking up and being forced to listen to a lecture by a very disappointed Grace and Carrick.
I can't fault her. I'm sure my behavior is no better than that of a sulking teen, instead of a man who owns and operates a multi-million-dollar company. But I can't bring myself to give a fuck the slightest of fucks at the moment.
"Whatever the hell it is you're about to say, I don't want to hear it, Elena," I warn her.
"And exactly what have I done to deserve such behavior?"
"Will it surprise you to know that its not always about you?"
She shrugs, untroubled by my derisive words. Her offhanded attitude in dealing with me still pisses me off, even though my version of it has served me well over the years.
"You look stressed," she observes, still studying me with her arms folded at her chest.
She stands in her signature sable-black dress that comes mid-thigh. Its short enough to tease, but long enough to still be considered respectable.
Its accented with a single strand of akoya pearls that dangle just above cleavage level, matched with bracelet and earrings. Her classic blonde coiffed curled hair is hanging at her shoulders.
"I'm always stressed."
"But you have a sub to take of that. Is Miss Johnson not all you hoped she'd be?"
"Why the hell are you asking me that?"
"Just curious. I was speaking to one of my girls the other day and she is in need of a new Dom. She is definitely your type, Darling. If you'd like, I could arrange a meeting?"
"That won't be necessary," I tell her. "Miss Johnson is more than capable. Have you seen her today? I made an appointment for her."
"Oh, yes. Franco did an outstanding job with her. I'm sure you will be pleased. I was just suggesting that maybe you were finally tiring of being second to her job. Putting you off for work is no way for a sub to behave. A DOM must come first. You know this. I taught you this."
"It pleases me that she has a career. What she does intrigues me and I am impressed by her dedication to it."
She shakes her head in disappointment. What I just told her goes against everything she has ever taught me about submissives.
As their DOM, I am supposed to be the center of their world, just as Elena was the center of mine. She was never more satisfied with me than when I chose her over everything and everyone else and I was never more rewarded. I can't count the number of times I refused to go to some family-fun outing because I wanted to be with Elena instead.
According to her teachings, my ideal sub is to be dedicated to me. Of course, the only way for that to occur would be for them not to have any interests outside of me.
Elena made sure to find submissives that would be dependent on me for everything from their clothes to the cars they drive. I didn't mind at the time. It was my responsibility as their Dom and it pleased me to care for them.
There were only three exceptions to this contracted rule: Leila, Ana, and now my Kitten.
Leila accepted what I offered, but she was never one to feel worthy of the things I gave to her. That always pissed me off. She was more than worthy. Her lively spirit alone gave me great pleasure. My devilish little angel was what I would often call her. She was sweet and mischievous. When she smiled, you never quite knew which side you were dealing with, the angel or the devil.
Guilt rises in me about how she met her end and I retrieve my phone from my pocket to check for any calls I may have missed from mom. I sigh in relief to fine none have come in.
Anastasia Rose Steele was the polar opposite of Leila. She was so independent, it drove me fucking crazy. I enjoyed taking care of her, on those rare occasions that she agreed for me to. I enjoyed showering her with gifts on the few times she catered to the indulgence. She was always quick to point out that she didn't need whatever I bought for her. I understood her resistance was only to prove that she wasn't with me for my money, but the disallowance stung. It left me feeling inadequate.
After Ana left, I tried going back to the submissive types of my past. The ones that were always there ready to please. The ones that greedily accepted all the expensive perks of being with me. The girls that Elena still feels are best for me. I found them to be subpar to the bar Ana had set and then left in her wake. They were great physical releases. They fed my DOM ego quite well, but I wanted more.
I roll my eyes at the word. I still can't fucking believe I'm the one wanting more.
Thank fuck I found Kitten. Unlike the rest, nothing about me seemed to impress her, not my wealth nor my best panty dropping grin. I had to actively pursue her and she shot me down more than once.
I was undeterred.
Nothing short of her calling the cops would have made me give up the chase. I just didn't understand why she wasn't falling for my charms. I suppose my less than stellar performance when we first met turned her off, and rightly so. I was having a particularly shitty day and I fucked the rest of it off early because I was in the mood for ice cream.
I entered Mother Martha's ice cream parlor. I had ordered a half pint of vanilla ice cream. Martha's unique recipes are handmade, hand-packed and only made to order. The place was out of the way of my usual route home, but worth the trouble. With Martha, you have a time limit to pick up your order and I was 15 minutes late. She had just given my order away.
"Excuse me, but I think you have my order," I told her Kitten. Martha had pointed her out to me and I caught up to her before she got into her car.
"Oh sorry," she said. "But I already paid for it."
"I'll be happy to buy it from you."
"Not thanks."
"What do you mean 'no thanks', I was being nice. Its my fucking ice cream."
"Last I checked, I was the one who paid for it," she says lifting the top, leaning on her now closed car door to eat it. "You snooze, you lose."
"Are you seriously going to fucking eat that in front me?"
"I would have been home eating it by now if you hadn't held me up and I'm not going to let it melt."
She moaned taking the first bite and fuck, I was a mixture of annoyed, pissed, and turned the fuck on.
"Unfuckingbelievable."
"Okay Look," she said, at least she had the decency to look guilty at this point. "Instead of wasting time watching me eat MY ice cream, why don't you just go order another one? I'll treat."
"You expect me to wait twenty fucking minutes for ice cream just to ease your conscience in stealing mine?"
Her mouth flew open at my colorful dismissal her offer.
"I expect you to be reasonable. Are you seriously going to stand there and throw a tantrum about ice cream? And will you please stop all the F bombing."
"Fuck you."
She narrows her eyes to size me up, giving me a look that I'm sure she reserves for things stuck to the bottom of the hot pink jimmy choos she's wearing.
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I stand tall and straight, but still managed to keep my Dom at bay.
Her eyes locked with mine, her hazel to my gray. She held my glare but there was a flicker of submission behind her sassy bravado. A dramatic working of her throat as she found it difficult to swallow, a quick darting of her eyes in a desperate attempt not to lower them. Damned if she wasn't a wild fire that wanted to be tamed. But in the end, she didn't give an inch.
"In your dreams, buddy," she said, getting into her car.
Letting down her window, her hand flew out and her middle finger went up as she drove away.
I took note of her license plate. She had no idea who she was dealing with. She threw down the gauntlet and I sure as fuck didn't mind picking it up.
Kitten is a combination of both Leila and Ana. Like Ana, she doesn't need me or the things I offer her. But like Leila, she happily accepts them because they come from me.
She has responsibilities outside of me, but she still makes me her top priority.
What Elena fails to realize is that's what I need now.
Before Ana, I was happy to be the master of a sub's universe. But after her, I much prefer to be with a woman because she wants to spend time with me for me and not out of any form of obligation or gain.
I want my sub to need me, of course, but now its more important that they want me and Kitten ticks all the right boxes.
Just the thought of her is making my dick press into my pants.
"Let's get this meeting started," I tell Elena. "I have somewhere to be."
"Lead the way," she says, holding out her arm for me to enter her office.
We spend the next hour going over the same checks and balances of Esclava we did the previous meeting. Elena drones on and on about it and I pretend to listen intently. In dealing with her, I've mastered the skill. Its not that I am uninterested in what she has to say. But the day to day operations of a beauty salon is of little consequence to me. I don't give a rat's ass about how many new types of tanning solutions are on the display shelves. As long as it pleases her, I'm on board with it.
"Excellent," I exclaim when she's all done talking.
"I knew you would approve," she says, patting the back of my hand I just used to writer her a check with. She gathers up all of her paperwork she needed me to sign off on and puts it aside. "So, tell me about his trip. You seemed upset on the phone the other day."
"I was," I tell her. "But the situation has much improved. It has also left me with a son."
She jerks her head back like she's been struck.
"I'm sure I didn't hear you right. Did you say you were left with a son?"
"There is nothing wrong with your hearing, Elena. He's five years old and has been living with his mother in New York all his life."
"Leila," she spits out. She catches herself when my face distorts in angry.
"You knew about this, Elena? Are you telling me you fucking knew about him and didn't say a word to me about him?"
"Christian, you know Leila," she says, pausing to think of her next set of words to explain herself. "After her pathetic attempt to get you back didn't work, she summoned for me to come to New York. She rambled on, making no sense until finally she said she was pregnant. I encouraged her to get an abortion."
"Jesus Christ, Elena. That was my fucking son you were talking about."
"I didn't know that at the time. I was only trying to protect you. She was mad out of her mind, Darling. What would you have had me to do? She was in no condition to care for herself, let alone an infant. You and I both know what happens when women like that have children, don't we?"
"Yes, we do. People like you and I happen. It never occurred to you to tell me?"
"It never occurred to me that I would have to. She agreed to the abortion and I funded it for her. I even arranged it. Darling, you didn't need Leila in your life again muddying things up. It was bad enough with the other one you were embarrassing yourself by running after her all over the country."
"It just so happens that Ana is the one that found my son for me."
"And that proves my point. I've told you all along you need to stick to the women I pick for you. But you insist on dealing with women who are no good for you. First Leila, then the other one, and now who knows what misfortune this Miss Johnson will bring you."
"My son is not a misfortune and he is doing fine, by the way."
"Forgive me for not asking. I'm not myself. You've thrown a lot at me. I have no doubt you've found him a nice home to live in with a lovely family."
"As a matter of fact, I have. He's staying with me."
"Christian, you aren't serious. You have got to get rid of him. Give him to Grace if you have to. She's used to raising them. That way you can still visit and take him out for a walk sometimes."
"He's not a fucking pet, Elena."
"And you can't be saddled with a child. That is not the type of man I trained you to be."
"What the hell does that supposed to mean?"
"You are a DOM. You are a fierce businessman. You are respected in a society that runs the world. No one will look at you the same knowing you have a snot-nosed toddler running around. He is going to do nothing but muck up the works that have been carefully laid out for you?"
"That's bullshit."
"Is it? Because I don't think you've given this any thought. If you would have thought this through, you would not be sitting here telling me you want to be this child's father. Next, you'll be telling me how much you love him. Have you really falling that far off the mark? What are you going to do, Christian? Are you prepared to trade in the boardroom for the PTA? Are you planning to spearhead school-spirit fundraisers in place of million-dollar deals? Are you going to give up leading the business world and be happy leading class trips to the zoo?"
"I'm actually looking forward to it."
"Oh Darling," she sighs in frustration. "I have lost you completely now, haven't I?"
"Stop being so dramatic, Elena. You know nothing is farther from the truth. Besides which, my son isn't the reason I wanted to meet with you. I need some advice."
"Advice," she huffs. "What you really want to do is tell me something and then not listen to my opinion on it?"
"That's right," I laugh. "I've been thinking about finding my birth family."
"You actually think you have a family?"
"Surely. My mother didn't just arise from sea foam and what of my father? Elliot mentioned a name from my childhood and now it has me more than curious of its origin. It has me more than curious about my own origin as well. I know how you feel about bringing up the past."
"The past should stay where it is as far as I'm concerned. But I've done nothing to convince you of anything tonight. Maybe after you've relieved some of that build up tension you have, you'll let my words sink in."
"Don't count on it."
I watch as she throws her head back and laugh.
"We'll just have to see about that. But heed my warning and be cautious when digging up those ghosts in your past. All we end up with are the dark secrets that they took with them. Those are the things that truly haunt us."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Now, I won't keep you. Please work out some of that aggression. Nothing good has come out of it tonight."
"So that 75 thousand dollar check I just wrote wasn't anything good?"
"Of course, and I've earned it. By the way, I am happy about your son. I only said what I said out of concern for you. I only want the best for you. Tell me you know that?"
"I know. You have been a great ear tonight. As always, you give me the perspective that I need."
She smiles and I know that I have pleased her with my words so I smile in return.
"Hopefully, Miss Johnson will follow through and earn her salt with you as well tonight."
"Never worry, Elena. She always does."
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