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My breath gets stuck in my throat, and I'm at loss for words.
"Whose fucking shirt is that Anastasia?" Christian asks stepping farther into the hall.
Oh whose shirt is this? What about where the fuck is his shirt, because it's definitely not on him.
"It's my friend….. My GUY friend. And what about you Christian? Did you forget to put on a shirt, or did it accidently slip off?"
I look at him awaiting an answer and I can see Rosalie looking back at me and him. The tension is thick, and I can feel the anger radiating off us both.
"I could have sworn you were goanna get a DIVORCE? Is this the new way people get a divorce? Have I been missing that long that everything changed drastically? Tell me Christian?"
"You're one to fucking talk Anastasia, whose fucking shirt is it SPECIFICALLY, and why is it on you and not on your so call friend?" He emphasizes the word friend, and walks even closer to me.
I steal a glance at Rosalie, and can see a hint of a smirk on her face. Little bitch. I'm glad she finds everything amusing, because she seems to be the only one.
"Well if you must know everything, it's not on him because .Him." I look him dead in the eye, and then leave and head down the stairwell. I start to sprint, skipping steps, almost falling.
Oh did I say almost? I meant did. I skip five steps, and lose control and fall on my ass. Everything spills out of my purse, and I quickly try to gather them before Christian catches up.
Of course I jinks it and in no time his arms are grasping me from behind and standing me up.
"Get the fuck off of me Christian!" I pull out of his hold, and drop my bag again.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do! Anastasia, you were supposed to be MINE! Why the fuck would you share yourself? I was the only man who has been inside of you, you were fucking mine ALL MINE!"
I slowly walk back, as his anger level rises. He's really scaring me.
"Tell me who the fuck he is right now or I'll go fucking mad and when I find him it won't be fucking pretty Anastasia." He has me trapped against the wall now, and he is breathing heavily.
"Christian. No." I can hear a frustrated growl, before he punches the wall besides my head, and his fist go smashing into it, creating a big hole.
Yes, not a dent but a hole. This is such a turn on, but I'm to mad and slightly scared to be horny right now. He places both of his hands on either side of the wall and closes his eyes as he breathes harshly.
"Did you not think of me? Anastasia did you not know how good it made me feel, that I WAS the only man who had ever explored your body. MY FUCKING BODY."
He grabs my ass with one hand and breaths, "This is Only mine," He places his hands on my breasts and growls, "These are ONLY mine," He traces his hand down to my sex and takes a deep breath, "This is ONLY mine," then finally he takes my chin and release my bottom lip from my teeth's hold, " . .Anastasia."
"What about you. Sleeping with you wife, when you said you wanted to be with me. You were never only mine, but after the day we made love for the first time, .Mine."
I muster up all the courage I have and follow his earlier movements.
I place both of my hand on his ass and squeeze, "This is mine," I trail my fingers down and trace his erections before grabbing a firm hold on it, "This is ONLY mine," I lay both of my hands on his chest and grab hold of his shirt to pull him closer to me so his body is pressed against mine, "You are only Mine."
I lightly brush my lips passed his and kiss his neck.
"I'm the only woman who can touch you. The only woman who can challenge you, and make you go crazy. I'm the only woman for you Christian."
Suddenly everything back fires and I am again pinned to the wall, only this time my back is facing him. He grinds into me, and inhales me deeply.
"I'm the only man for you Anastasia. The only man who can fulfill your needs."
He rails his nose in my neck and savors the smell. He starts to kiss my neck and suckle, sending my body into a paralyzed state. A state that shows I am under his spell.
"You're fucking stubborn, and defiant. You drive me insane Anastasia. Your goanna be the death of me baby."
His hands trace down my stomach and he grabs hold of my sex cupping it and squeezing.
"But this, you, have been explored by another man. Not against your will, but with your fucking permission."
Okay the trance is over. I've been brought back to reality. I turn and grab hold of him.
"And THIS had also been touched. By the hands of another woman."
His eyes are shut tight and his jaw is clenched tightly I can see all his muscles in his cheek. God he's so fucking hot.
"So did this Anastasia." He grips me harder. SO I return the favor back.
" . .Christian." I say slowly keeping my eyes locked on his lips.
"So where does this leave us?" He asks his breathing is almost tangible. I can tell he is trying to control himself just as much as I am.
"It leaves us with a hell of a lot more problems than before. I'll be in my room now Christian."
As I move past him I can hear him grunt, and before he can jump me I run past him and in the door near the stairs. I quickly run and enter the elevator happy to avoid him. We've entered ourselves into a whole other big situation. As I enter my room I hear my phone buzzing, and when I look down at the caller I.D I see it's Michael.