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A/N: Christian's P.O.V! :D It's a key chapter with lots of things coming to light! But not everything ;)
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Christian's P.O.V.
My eyes spring open suddenly. I blink my eyes attempt to bring them back into focus. I look over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Crap it's 6am, an hour late! My head rolls back to Anastasia who is in a peaceful slumber next to me. Her beautiful body is curled up hugging my right arm. Every bit of me just wants to stay here and sleep with her but I have to get up. I'm so glad she's back with me, I don't know how much longer I could have lasted without her. The past two months were the worst in my life, I know I didn't have to make her leave but it was the only way I could keep her safe from all this shit.
Slowly, I manoeuvre my body and prop myself on my side; attempting to free my arm. Ana shifts just as I pull my arm out, "Don't..." she mumbles but quickly falls back. Lifting my now free arm, I stroke her hair and give her a quick kiss. "I love you." I murmur into her ear and quietly get up and head to the bathroom.
Ascending the stairs I am greeted to a bight November sun rise. It's cold, freezing even. I have on the green cable knit sweater that Ana had picked out for me when we were in Italy earlier this year; It's become one of my favourites.
It looks like it should stay good today. There's a fair amount of wind which will make sailing a hell lot easier; heck we might even be able to get past Edmonds before sunset.
Making my way over to the railing I notice a moderate layer of ice. Not many people sail this late in the year for fear it. It doesn't bother me though. I had made sure The Grace was fully capable to handle this sort of weather, she'll have no trouble breaking through it.
I walk around to the stern of The Grace where Taylor and Sawyer are engaged in pointless banter while looking out. I clear my throat to make my present known and they both sway around and become alert.
"Sir." Both mutter in unison.
"We need to set sail now if were going to make it to Edmonds by tonight." I utter to them. Taylor shifts slightly. I know this move; he has something to tell me. I eye him and he inhales a deep breath.
"Sir, there's an issue that's come up that requires a change of plan." Christ.
"What is the issue Taylor?" I feel my mood quickly shifting from calm to irritated.
"Sir, I was in contact with Ryan last night and he has informed me that he has suspicions that someone might have followed Mrs. Grey to the dock last night." Fuck no! I run both my hands threw my hair pulling at every strand.
"How the hell could they find her, she ditched her fucking phone!" I snarl at them. This can't be happening!
I growl, we don't have much choice at this point. All our options have been used, this is it,"What's your take on this?"
"Sir, I know the possibility is slim but I don't think we should take any chances at this point. I know we're out on open waters and they-"
"What's our best option Taylor?" I snap at him.
"We don't dock in San Francisco and try for Los Angeles. He might of found out our original destination. Even though it's unlikely, just to be on the safe side sir."
"The Grace doesn't have enough fuel for that route even if we sailed for most."
"We are going to head back to retrieve some extra gas containers for the trip. If-"
My CEO mode is out, "THAT'S A FUCKING FOUR HOUR DELAY TAYLOR! WE ARE ALREADY AN HOUR BEHIND WHAT WAS PLANED!" God this can't get any worse. I begin to pace while my hands become stuck in my hair. Five hours behind? That's too long! My foot kicks the railing causing a sound to echo around the boat. Taylor shifts uncomfortably.
"Can't one thing, just one fucking thing go right for a change!" I snarl out. Both stand there staring at me, my hands are in fists. They know how important this is.
My mind begins to race. If this doesn't work Ana will be dead. It'll be all your fault Grey. NO! I can't let that happen; I WON'T let that happen. Not now, not ever. I will fix this! Even if I die have to die.
"Will do that. Though I want you Sawyer to stay on board and keep lookout. I don't know what's lurking out there. Taylor I will need you to pick up some more food for the trip."
"Already on it sir, everything is being delivered at the dock in a few hours. " They utter and go off in there rightful ways.
I gaze out into the distant horizon and breath in the fresh air trying to calm my nerves.
I make my way back down to the master room and see my beautiful wife is wide awake and out of bed. I walk over to the en suite and see her coming out of the walk in closet dress in a light blue cashmere sweater and jeans. She gazes at me for a moment and opens her mouth.
"Hi." She murmurs.
"Hi" I murmur back. She looks so lost. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, very. I haven't slept that good since-" Since I broke her heart on purpose. She might as well just say it. It's true.
"Same here. I'm sorry I woke you so early." I look down at my watch; almost 7am Jeez she should really go back to bed, so should I for that matter. I at least want to be alert when I sail this thing all day.
"It's fine. Why isn't the boat moving?" She stretches out her arms and yawns.
Because everything is sill fucking up.
"We had a change in our itinerary. We'll be leaving in a few hours. Taylor had to go get more fuel."
She nods,"Where are we going?"
I smile, "Los Angeles."
"I thought you hated warm weather?" She asks.
"I do, but we don't have much choice."
"Oh. I've never been."
We both stand there in silence. How did things become so awkward all of a sudden? We were not like this yesterday. I think she's just tired, she's yawning every minute.
Ana begins to fumble with her fingers, while twisting her wedding ring around a few times. I want to go and grab her hands and kiss every finger of hers but I don't know if it will help. She does this when there's something on her mind, though I already know what it's about. Maybe she'll feel better after I tell her everything.
"Thank you for the clothes." She blurts out eyeing the closet. It's a good thing I had Taylor buy some, she didn't bring many with her. Only about two days worth.
"You're welcome, I had a feeling you wouldn't bring much with you. That colour suits you." I smile to her, it is her colour. Reminds me of her shirt I always take with me on business trips.
She smiles shyly back at me while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looks back down at her fingers.
"Are you hungry?" I ask her knowing she didn't eat last night.
"Yes." Her head peaks up and I can tell she means it.
"Wait here." I make my way to the kitchenette and grab two bowls and fill them with yogurt and granola- her favourite. I Place them on the table and go back to get some fruit and the spoons. I lay everything out perfectly now just for something to drink. I head back to the kitchenette and find Ana standing there with two glasses filled with orange juice. I knew she wouldn't listen to me to stay in the room. I shake my head and she makes her way to the table and sits down.
We both dig our spoons into the yogurt and eat in quietness. Ana brings up a huge spoonful and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. I can't help but laugh, she's defiantly has gotten better at eating in the two months we were apart. I would even go as far as saying she's gained weight.
Finally!
"What?" She mumbles with her mouth full.
"Nothing, just seeing you eat!" It's a great sight seeing her eat. I can tell she's starving, I better not scold her for that just yet.
"I know, I've even gained weight." She smiles. Oh Ana I know and it's great!
"I'd say at lease 10 pounds!" I grin back at her and her face falls.
Seriously Grey? NEVER tell a girl she's gained weight, especially how much! I shake my head.
"I'm happy that you've gained weight Ana. I didn't mean it like it sounded." There maybe she'll forgive me for my double meaning comment.
"I know. Does this mean you'll stop pestering me to eat?"
"No." I say truthfully, "That'll never change baby." She pouts.
The room falls silent again as we finish eating.
"So are you going to tell me what's going on today?"
Shit this early? She's gotta be kidding. I just want to go back to bed and sleep until Taylor get's back. But she looks desperate, worried even. I don't want to scare her but she needs to know. Somehow I know she'll hate me for what I have to say.
"Promise me something first." I tell her.
"Promise you what?"
"Promise me that you'll let me explain everything before you jump on the motor boat back to Seattle."
She hesitates, "I promise."
"I don't know where to start Anastasia."
"Start from the beginning."
I run a hand threw my hair, here it goes. God I feel like I might throw up, what if she does really want to leave me after all this? I sigh, "Remember that day in August I asked you to come home early?" She nods, "That was the day I had found out everything."
I take a deep breath It's now or never Grey, "I was in my study typing up the contract for my new business deal with Taiwan when there was a knock on my door, Taylor walked in and told me that he feared Elena was up to something."
Ana gapes at me. I can see more worry begin to build up in her. I reach out for her hand and give it a squeeze, "Taylor had been doing some monitoring of his own on her over the past year and he feared Elena was planning some sort of attack.
I didn't believe him at first. Elena could do a lot of things but something like this would be difficult for her. I was just about to tell Taylor to leave when he showed me her phone records and there were over six hundred calls between her and a woman named Desiree. She was the last sub I ever had."
"Was she?" Ana asks and I nod.
"That's when you met me?" I nod again.
"Anyways, I had dismissed her after one month of submission. She was one of the ones who wanted more. I don't think she ever got over her dismissal or her liking of me for that matter. It seemed fit that she would pair up with Elena. Taylor then told me it was more likely they were just after me and that it was possible Desiree was doing all of the dirty work for Elena, seeing that she couldn't get into the country without me knowing. I told Taylor to get me her number so I could meet with her the next day." I stop and take a moment.
"And?"
"She agreed to it. She was shocked that I wanted to meet with her. She thought I changed my mind and wanted her back."
She snorts and looks out the window for a moment, "Christian you do realize she could of done something."
I shake my head. "I had spent the whole night planing this out and I was sure it would work. I told her to meet me at Grey House during the day. She wouldn't get pass security if she had a gun or anything. When she arrived, she walked in looking worried. I told her that I knew about her being in contact with Elena. I began to prop ideas into her telling her that she will be locked in prison for life is she did anything. I could slowly see her regret everything. But still I couldn't get her to tell me Elena's plan. She just wouldn't budge."
"Then what happened?"
"She got up and left. I could tell she was thinking hard about what I said. After thinking for a while, I decided that I wou-"
A discreet cough fills the room. I look over my shoulder to see Sawyer standing in the hallway.
"Sawyer!" Ana gets out of her seat and gives him a hug. This I don't like. Sawyer is trying hard to fight back his smile. I eye him to tell him to watch his actions.
"Mrs. Grey." He nods and politely smiles to her.
"Yes Sawyer?" This better be good, Im not in the mood for pointless shit.
"Taylor called and said that Rick and his team found someone. They are holding her at Escala while they continue the search." Ana's in the room remember dame it?
Who knows how many left to go.
"Search?" Ana looks over to me. I look back to Sawyer and he shrugs, "Sorry sir."
"Where was this one?" I utter trying to hide my annoyance.
"The Mile High Club sir, she was a waitress there." I slam my fist on the table making Ana jump. Fuck! How did these people even get hired?
"I'm going to need a file on her soon." I tell him.
"It's already in your room sir. There wasn't much on her either."
"Thank you Sawyer." He nods and heads back up.
"What's going on Christian?" She crosses her arms and looks over to me.
I sigh, I wasn't planning on telling her this part. I must remind myself to have a word with Sawyer about discretion.
"Sit down and I'll continue."