I just left him, I actually ended it. Those mother fuckers that took me from him ruin my life. As I'm in my car I start to sob uncontrollably as rain pours down on my window hard. I love him, leaving him makes my heart hurt, I have a constant knot stuck in my throat, I feel lifeless. I feel stuck. What do I do, where do I go? I can't stay with Kate any longer I have no job, Christian has a wife, I have no one. I know before I can go anywhere there is one thing I have to do. Quickly I give Kate a text.
What's Rosalie's number?
555-2125, what do you need it for?
I ignore the question and quickly call the number. I must meet her, thank her. Christian is still working so hopefully I can have some time to know her alone. On the fifth ring there is an answer.
"Hello?" I smile at the sound of her innocent voice. She sounds just like me, she is good for him.
"Hello yes is this Rosalie? This Is Anastasia Steel." I can hear her gasp, and the line goes silent.
"Anastasia yes it is me. I'm assuming you would like to meet me up? Perhaps Escala?" I regret this already. Three years ago I was inviting people to Escala; I was in his bed making love to him, loving him. But I need to do this, it's the least I can do.
"Yes um that will be fine, I'll see you then." I hang up the phone and lay my head on my wheel. Can the day get any more worse? This is defiantly my worst night mare ever. I lost the love of my life to a woman who I can't even be mad at because she saved his life. No one is to blame here, except the terrorists at 911. Curse that fucking day! Slowly I press the ignition button and head off to Escala, to thank a woman who I wish to pound in the face.
As I get on the Elevator I see the code to the penthouse is still the same. The elevator takes off and I lean my back against the wall and close my eyes remembering the moments me and Christian had in here. I remember the touch the feel the memory that will always be treasured in my heart. A tear falls from my face and I quickly wipe it away as the doors open and I walk into the hall. I take a deep breath, there is just so much history here, I need to remain calm and compose myself. I knock on the door, and am greeted by who I can tell in Rosalie. Her hair picked up in a slinky bun, Christian's shirt on her and black leggings covering her bottom. Her features are beautiful, strong, and stern. She looks so relaxed and it pains me to see that shirt on her. I am imagining myself ripping it off her body and punching the shit out of her but quickly stop my thought. The more I think about it the more I can feel myself leaning in to actually do it. She smiles a full teeth smile, and I smile back.
"Ana hey, come on in." Ana? Who the fuck does she think she is? But as I see her smile it is really hard to be upset with her, she looks so nice. I enter and see that it has changed. No longer is the place filled with greys and whites and blacks. It looks homier now. The place is filled with browns beige and orange. I see that the lights are dimmed and she has a scented candle lighted. It smells so good like cinnamon, or rain. She has "Adia," by Sarah Mclahan playing low on the speakers. I step in more and on the wall can see some pictures of them together. I can feel my breathing coming shorter, I want to cry. I can hear the echo of her feet coming towards me as she heads to the kitchen.
"Wine?" She asks as she opens the fridge.
"Yes please. The place looks beautiful." I smile and take in her appearance once more. She is bare foot with her nails painted a coral color, perfect for the summer. She has a braided bracelet on her left wrist that looks homemade. As I look further down I can see her rings. A beautiful big but simple diamond rings is placed on her finger along with a simple band under it. I bite my lip to keep from crying. This is torture, that's what it is. I'm putting myself through all this bull shit for what. I don't need to thank her, when this is how I feel when I'm doing it. I want to just go somewhere far away from all the drama, it's killing me.
She ushers me to the couch as she places the wine glasses filled with white wine on the table and she takes the throw on the couch to cover herself with.
"So Anastasia, I'm so sorry about what happened, how are you doing?" She has her legs curled on the couch with one hand on her thigh and the other holding the glass. I can't begin to even imagine where her and Christian had sex at, I's literally rather eat nails.
"Thank you. Things have been really tough; especially with everyone thinking I was dead my life is changed forever because of those three years. But Rosalie that's not what I came here to talk about."
She smiles sadly and places her glass back down.
"You want to talk about Christian I know." This is it Ana come one now or never.
"Yes Rosalie. I wanted to thank you, thank you for saving him. I know when he heard of my death he was on the brink of death hadn't it not been for you. Although it pains me that we can't be together anymore and he is with someone else, I can't really blame you or him for that matter. I can only blame the people who held me hostage and broke us apart. You are the reason he is still alive and I am so grateful for that."
She looks up at me through her lashes surprised. Was she expecting me to lash out? I mean I have no reason to. I lay my hand over hers and smile sincerely she really did help him no matter my feelings towards their relationship in particular, as a single person she is really kind.
"I'm so glad to hear you say that. I've been feeling really guilty ever since I heard I was expecting you to lash out on me, or hate me. But what you just did I didn't expect it. It was o problem helping Christian I love him he is a wonderful man." Another mind reader? But using the love word really stung my heart; I did my part and said what I needed to say I think it's time to go.
"I really have to go Rosalie. Nice meeting you." I see her stand but I can't be here any longer. I dash out and run down the stairs, but I don't make it down two flights before I'm down on my knees balling. I can't hold it in, it was all so overwhelming, and it was too much. Seeing her with his shirt, in his home, saying he loved him. I couldn't do it; I don't know how I lasted. Suddenly my breaths are quick and breathy. I'm being pathetic right now, I need a drink asap.
Heading back out I take the car to a club called Aspect. I head in the music blazing furiously loud. I can feel the vibrations of the beat under me. I haven't been in a club in so long. Those fucking men, I wish I would have had the pleasure of killing them myself, making them go through hell. I squish through the people as a very old throw back song comes up. Mario Winans "I don't wanna know." I nod my head to the music; this defiantly is not a club song maybe its throwback day. Heading to the bar I order Bacardi I need something strong. I want a drink to burn my throat, I want it to be so strong and make me forget everything. I slip my head back and welcome the taste of the drink as it slip down my throat. I can see a figure appear next to me and I glance quickly at the man and just continue to sip my drink.
"You look bad." Really well thanks for stating the fucking obvious.
"Well thanks; it's every girls dream to have a hot guy to tell her that." I say in a sarcastic and bitchy tone. I can hear him laughing and shaking his head.
"You think I'm hot?" Really you caught that out of everything I just said? That wasn't the point of my message. I glance at him quickly and check him up and down.
"You're alright." I turn my attention back to my drink and turn the cup in a circular motion.
"You're not so bad yourself." Is smirk a bit as I stare in front of me and bob my head to the music.
"Oh I am here I thought I looked bad, if I remember correctly those were your words not even a minute ago." I slip the rest of my drink down my throat and slam the cup on the desk. I close my eyes at the burn of my throat. At least the effect is strong. I twirl my desk to his attention and smirk.
"So what do you want? You want a booty call, one night stand?" I'm really just getting to the point there's an obvious reason why he is just standing there putting up with me. He drops his head back laughing. I can't help but roll my eyes and smirk.
"I was thinking something more along the lines of dancing." He holds his hand out for me and I take it. What the hell if he put up with bitchy Ana he deserves a dance. I take his hand and lead him to the dance floor while swinging my hips and closing my eyes to the music. The effect defiantly kicked it. I turn and grind on him. My ass flexing on him, rubbing up and down while holding his neck with my hands. I can feel the hard on he has building up, wow men are easy I smile and keep dancing. I turn around and continue my seductive dancing. I might as well have fun with the shitty night I'm having. I grasp his lip in my teeth and pull until he grabs hold of me and starts to kiss me fiercely. The drink mixed with my horniness made the kiss way better than it was. I was just about ready to jump any man, since the man I really wanted to devour had a wife. Quickly I pull back and whisper to him.
"How about that booty call now?" He smirks and grabs my hand leading me out the club. On my way out I'm suddenly distracted by the pair of eye's boring into me. I turn to find Christian, faced set in a grim line. He is dead serious; I can see death in his eyes. I know he won't touch me but as for my little "friend," I'm not so sure. He starts to push through people to get to me. And here is more drama to add onto my life, great. Just perfect.
I dont know about you guys but in the scene where Ana met Rosaie I was kinda routin for Rosalie for a second? Tell me you guys didnt like the way i described her, i did. I really was forgetting ana and christian in that scene. Comments please.