I DO NOT own the characters or the book. This is just a FanFiction.
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I make my way to the berths and open the small door. It makes a small squeak just as I'm pushing it inwards. Jeez I can't even remember the last time we were on here just the two of us, Christian always seemed to prefer it if his security was with us. Even though we're on here to get away from someone, I'm quite happy that it will be just us, maybe we'll be able to work threw all this and get back to our lives.
"Christian?" I call out again. I dip my head down just enough to see down the hall. Everything down the hallway is dark. I can't get my feet to move down the stairs. Since when did I become so afraid of the dark? Since you found a dead body in your apartment.
A gust of wind comes and sweeps by and blows my hair all over my face. I remove bits of hair from my mouth and grab the hair tie that's on my wrist and tie it up. Until now I haven't realized how cold it was. It's probably just 'cause we're on the water.
I hear a door slam shut. My eyes dart to the very end of the hall. I can feel panic sweeping through me and my heart is partially pumping out of my shirt. I clench my duffle bag close to my chest as if it I could use it for defence.
"Don't do that." A muffled voice utters.
"Christian?"
No one answers. I feel myself begin to shake, and it's not from the cold.
I step down one stair while grabbing on the wall for guidance.
"Christian?" I blink rapidly trying to get my eyes to adapt.
No one answers again. I slowly begin to descend the rest. Still grabbing the wall for guidance, I try and find the light switch. When I reach the bottom, I feel heaving breathing hovering over my front.
"I like it when you wear your hair down, it's too beautiful to be tied back."
The lights switch on. I jump in my spot.
"Christian you scared me!" I scold at him.
"Sorry I didn't mean too." His face falls.
Christian is hovering over me wearing his black t shirt and jeans. His eyes are full of passion though he looks stressed. The bags under his eyes have never been so big, oddly I wonder if he's had any sleep since our break up.
I reach up and trace the bags with my thumb.
"You look tired." I murmur to him truthfully.
"I am." He reaches out with his right arm and pulls on my hair tie, letting my hair free. Another bout of wind comes gushing through and blows my hair back over my face, yet this time Christian tucks ever loose strand back in it's rightful spot.
"So beautiful." He mouths. His eyes are burning with passion.
We both gape at each other for minutes, drinking in each others presence. After all, we haven't seen each other in two months; the worse two months of my life. I look up into his grey eyes, his pupils are dilated as probably are mine. Slowly, I feel my body rage with that familiar electricity that's been absent since September.
"Anastasia," His voice is horsed.
For the moment, I forget about the day I just had and what happened months ago. I drop my bag on the floor and plunge myself into his arms letting out a sigh of relief. I tangle my legs tightly around his waist, letting his arms support me. My tears begin to fall uncontrollably onto his shirt.
"I've missed you." I mumble into his neck while I cry.
"Anastasia, I've missed you." Surprisingly he understands my words to him. "Thank god you're safe. I'm so sorry about everything." He tightens his hold on me while sobbing. We stay together like this for minutes until I break the silence.
"You have a lot of explaining to do you know." I move my head from his back to look at him seriously in the eyes. Using my thumb I wipe away all his tears.
"I know. Can it wait? We have to leave now."
"Do I have a choice?" I arch an eyebrow.
"No." He grins while untangling me.
I look up at his beautiful face as I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. He shakes his head and pulls out a white monogramed handkerchief and hands it to me. He wraps an arm around my waist and tilts up my chin with his other.
"Please don't cry Anastasia." He plants a soft kiss on my lips, then on each eye.
"All better?" I smile shyly up at him in response. He grins down and releases me.
"So what's going on?" I wrap my arms around myself.
He sighs. "Ana-" His phone rings. His stupid phone! I roll my eyes.
He tilts his head to the side, knowing what I just did. "Grey...yes we are...everything ready with you?..."
"Don't even think about it." I mouth at him as I cross my arms. He smirks in response.
"Good...yes...I think so." He ends the call and shoves it back in his jeans pocket.
"Come." He picks up my hand and drags me to deck. Reaching down into the life vest cabinet, Christian pulls out a bright orange one and securely straps me in.
"There." He stands back admiring his handy work. I roll my eyes.
"That's twice." He utters. Disapprovingly crossing his arms.
I shake my head and walk up to where the steering wheel is located. I sit down on the leather upholstered bench and wait for him. I look around and it's almost pitch black out. There's no one else around here and all of the smaller motor boats are docked up on land, probably because winter is near.
Without realizing it, I begin to fumble with my fingers. I can't believe the day I just had. Has everything that's happened in the last two months to protect me?
Christian comes up moments later and takes the wheel. Just as the engines turn on, a smaller, but just as grand boat behind us turns on there engines too.
He slowly moves away from the dock and honks on the horn. The boat behind us honks back.
I look back at the boat in the far distance. There's two people on there but I can't make out who they are. " Christian, I think they are following us." I call out nervously.
"I know."
So tell me then dame it!
"It's Taylor and Sawyer."
Oh! I've missed them! Though I thought it would just be us.
"You said it would just be us for a while." I pout.
"It is. They are staying on that boat the entire time unless something happens. I couldn't not take them Ana. Not with everything that's going on." I pout again. He's right, it's better that they are here this time, at least they are not on this boat with us. It's always quite uncomfortable when they are.
"How far out are we going?"
"A couple of hours for tonight. Then we'll be sailing all day tomorrow."
I make my way to where Christian is. He pushes a couple of buttons and frowns.
"Ana I have to go back and check one of the sails, can you take the wheel for me?"
"Ok." I take the wheel without any hesitation. I remember last year when Christian finally taught me how to drive this, somehow he managed to succeed in that. Just a little over a month later I got my boating license and we went away for a week on here to celebrate, just the two of us.
I look back at a fading Seattle and Christian quickly re appears, taking the wheel from me and giving me a quick kiss on my head. I make my way back to bench to stare at my wonderful husband that I'm still pissed at.
Two hours later, Seattle is completely out of our sight. Christian shuts off the engines and drops the anchor in the sea. I gaze out the side of the boat and see that Taylor and Sawyers' boat is docked within jumping distance of ours. There's a reason for that. I let out a huge yawn and my eyes fall down at my watch jeez it's almost 12am. I'm exhausted but I have to try and stay awake to interrogate Christian of everything he knows.
"You tired?" Christian walks over to me while ravelling up some rope in his hands.
"No, you?" I lie. He throws it down over the life jacket cabinet.
"Yes. I haven't had any sleep in three days." He runs a hand threw his hair while yawning. "You're an awful liar Anastasia."
I smile shyly and go to open my mouth to ask him about Elena but change my mind. Let the poor man sleep Ana.
"I guess we can talk tomorrow." I yawn again and make my way back to the berths, picking up my bag along the way then heading to the bathroom.
Opening the bag, I pull out my sweats, put them on and head to one of the guess rooms. As I go and reach for the handle Christian puts his hand over mine stopping me.
"Where are you going?" He utters generally confused by my actions.
"To bed we both need our sleep." I remind him.
"Our bedroom is down there." He points to the door at the far end.
"Christian, we have a lot to work out. We can't just dive back into things. It's been two months." Two agonizing months. I look over and see he's hurt by my response.
"Ana, I didn't break up with you willing. I had no choice."
I snort "I sorta figured that out today."
"So-"
"So, you have a lot to explain to me Christian, like why you had to break up with me."
"Fair point."
"And why we're on this boat."
"Another fair point."
I continue, "And who killed Andrew, who was tracking my phone, why you sent the books and couldn't just tell me yourself, why you couldn't get more helpful security, why you wouldn't let me see you, why you took away my job that forced me to sell Grey Publishing, why you moved me into a crap apartment, why no one returned my calls, why you slept with that bitch troll Elena-" My voice cracks on the last bit.
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Either it's because of my list or the fact that I know about him and Elena.
"What?" He looks at me through the side of his eyes. My gaze falls, his hands are in fists.
"You slept with Elena. I have a photo to prove it." I try and hold my ground.
"Anastasia-" He reaches out and grabs my hand and I pull it away.
"No Christian," I bend down to my bag, fire up my laptop and bring up the photo. "Care to explain?" My voice breaks. So much for holding your ground.
Christian taks the laptop in his hands and stares at it passively and a smile quickly breaks over his face. This man is so frustrating! How could he be happy with himself? He broke his vows. God he is really fucked up.
His smile slowly turnes into a soft hysterical laughter.
"Christian this isn't funny!" My gaze is stern.
"Ana-"
"No Christian this is serious and you taking it like it's a joke." He turns serious.
"Anastasia, look." he turns the laptop so that I can see it. Jeez it's an awful sight, I put my hand over the screen to cover it, I can't bare too look at it.
"What? It's just the picture I showed you."
"Look at my chest." I remove my hand and take a look at it.
"What? There's nothing there."
"Exactly, now the last time I checked I had scars plastered in my skin."
I gape at him, how come I didn't notice that before? 'Cause you overreacted and didn't look at the picture closely. I look at the picture again. I hadn't noticed this either before but the body in this photo is too slender to be Christian too.
"Oh." God this is awkward.
"That's my head, but it's definitely not my body Anastasia. You can clearly tell it's been edited. Did you even look at the picture at all?" He's exasperated.
"Once." How did it end up on my laptop then?
He throws the laptop on the floor and cups his free hands around my face and looks me right in the eye.
"Anastasia, I loathe her. I didn't spend seventy five million dollars to get rid of her for nothing. I only want you. How many times do I have to tell you that? You're more than enough, you're my everything." He growls.
I shrug my shoulders, "It's just you broke up with me...I'm sorry."
He begins to trail his lips over mine making me squirm. I can feel desire looming in me as I feel him grow against my stomach.
"Ah!" I need this bad.
"Not tonight Anastasia. You need to sleep and so do I. We have a big day ahead tomorrow." He mumbles into my skin while continuing to kiss.
I sill and he lets me go.
"We're sailing all day tomorrow remember? I have to get up before the sun rises if we have any hope in making it in time." He yawns and walks towards the master room.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise. Come?" He gestures for me to sleep with him in the master room and then disappears. I look down at my knotted fingers. Surprisingly I don't mind now, somehow I think the thought of him and Elena was the only thing stopping me.
Thank god that burden is off my shoulder, now to tackle the rest.
As I enter the room, Christian is stripping down to just his grey briefs. I stand there like a complete fool watching him the entire time. He stops just as he's about to step out of his pants, gazes up at me and smirks. God I've missed seeing him do this. I quickly crawl onto the left side, Christian hops into bed a moment later. He switches the light off and pulls me to his chest. We both sigh in contentment. This is where I need to be.
As I lay here wide awake my mind races back to the picture.
"Can I ask you something?" He's running his hand threw my hair.
"Anything Anastasia."
"How did that picture get on my laptop?"
He sighs, "I don't know. It's just another thing on the list."
"What list?"
"The list of things that are fucked up. Now sleep." He kisses my head and we drift off.