Fifty shades of agony
It's about 5pm, and my feet are killing me. I usually hate shopping, but with Kate everything seems more delightful.
" It was so just to have you and me time." Kate said between slurps of strawberry milkshake.
" I miss living with you, not that I'm not happy with Elliot." Kate spoke, her eyes lighting up at his name. I smiled at her and finished eating my packet of crisps. I made a promise to eat today, to make this easier for Christian.
" I miss you to. It's been really nice not having security shadowing my every move." We both laughed at the thought of our protective men. My heart stretched a bit, realising I was missing Christian. A lot.
" I better head home. Me and Elliot are going to see some new film. It looks pretty good..." Kate said, though I knew she was only trying to like it for Elliots sake. We both stood up and hugged good-bye, heading our different ways. Christian had already called me about five times today, making sure I was still alive. Jeez. He worries too much. I dial his mobile to tell him I'm on the way home. He picks up on the first ring and I could feel his panic down the line.
" Ana, are you alright?" He rushed the words out his mouth in a worried state.
" Yes, Christian, I'm all good. Just telling you I'm on the way home." I soothingly said. I could feel him relax slightly.
" Damn, I wish I could come and pick you up. But I've still got some work to finish. You've made it through most of the day, please try and make it home." He begged, and I felt like he was needed somewhere else. I tried to quickly end our conversation.
" Christian, get back to work. I'll call you when I'm home." I tried making my voice sound happier to ease his worry and it seemed to work slightly.
" I'm estimating it takes around twenty minutes to get home. If you don't call me within the next half an hour, I'm going to assume something has happened." He spoke, a dark undertone filling his voice at the thought. His mood had changed yet again. My poor, overly protective fifty. We said our goodbyes, and I began my walk to the car park. As I walked past some shops that were beginning to close, I realised I was being stared at. I looked up, to see a red-haired man leaning against one of the closed shops metal shutters. He looked muscular, his biceps seething through the ends of his shirts short sleeves. He realised I was looking back at him, as a wicked smirk spread on his face. I continued to walk forward, a cold chill going down my spine. I was almost past him, until I felt his strong, in-evadable grip on my wrist. Oh crap.