"Yes Chanelle. I am." He says as he moves toward me. I push back on the ground as I am in shock. I get up, take off my heels and began to run. "CHANELLE! WAIT!" I take the stairs because I didn't want to wait for the elevator. I finally make it down to the first level and I hail a cab. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be far away from him.
I finally made it home and I couldn't have been any happier. I open my door and walk in. I was so defeated that I just sat on the couch. I couldn't move into my room. I just sat there looking at the wall for what it seemed like it was hours! My phone rings and it's him. I don't want to speak to him. I want nothing to do with him. I finally peel myself off of my couch and move into my room. I took my clothes of and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and got in. I sank to the floor of the shower and begin to cry. Why is this happening to me! I was having such a good time in Seattle and now I want to move back home to Philadelphia. I can't take the amount of drama that is happening. Gideon showing up, my face being plastered to the TV, Chris calling me and now finding out about the true Christian Grey. I can't deal with this too much more. I dry myself off and make my way to the cabinet in the kitchen. I pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and a small glass. I need to erase today out of my mind. I pour some into the glass and downed it within a second. I grabbed the bottle and glass and make my way into my living room. I lit a few candles and just sat there with my JD and my thoughts. About 7 shots in and I was drunk so, I decided to call Christian.
"Chanelle?"
"Don't Chanelle -burp- me! You are so...so...weird!" I begin to giggle.
"Chanelle are you drunk?" He sounds angry but it's making me laugh more.
"What's it to you pal?! You...you don't care about me. I think I am going to call Gideon now. Bye!"
"CHANELLE! WAIT!" I hang up and drunk dial Gideon.
"So you finally came to your senses. Where are you?" He ask.
"That...that's for me to know and you never to find out! I hate you Gideon!" I pour another glass and down it in a second. "You hurt me ba...badly!" I spit out.
"Are you drunk Chanelle? Where are you? I am coming for you! Now!" He says but I start to laugh.
"No! You don't know where I live silly!" I pour another glass at this point I am losing all type of motor skill. There was a knock at my door. "I gotta go! There is someone at my door. Gideon?"
"Yeah?"
"Go fuck yourself! Tell that bitch Eva to burn in hell!" I hang up and the knock got louder. "HOLD YOUR FUCKING HORSES!" I walk to the door and I see Christian standing there. I flip him off and walk back to my bottle. He follows me in and shuts the door.
"Chanelle! How long have you been drinking?" He ask with concern. I grab the bottle to pour another drink but he snatches it from me. "Answer me!"
"What's it to you?! What are you going to do? Flog me to death?" I stop and go wide eyed. Christian winced back and stood taller than normal. "I didn't mean it Christian." He pushes me up against the wall, holding my wrists together. "Christian!" He goes into to kiss me. I can't help but to try and lean into it. His lips are soft. I begin to moan a little. He backs away and looks at me.
"You are being very stupid Chanelle. I am taking you back to my apartment." He picks me up and walks me out of my house.
"CHRISTIAN! PUT ME DOWN! I HAVE NO CLOTHES ON!" I kick and scream but he isn't listening. I hear a car door open and i'm thrown into the back of the car. My head is spinning. Oh God please don't let me throw up here. I fade in and out of consciousness. Finally I go black. Fuck!
I wake up to a glass of orange juice and aspirin. Fuck! I feel like shit! I sit up and I noticed that I am back in the same room I was in the other night. I cover my mouth in realization that I am in Christian's apartment. How the hell did I end up here? I took the aspirin and drank the orange juice. I go searching in the drawers for anything. I am naked underneath my robe. I looked on the chair where Taylor left my work clothes and there was a bag of something. I look and I see my black tank top and my temple sweats plus my bra and panties. I threw those on really quick and walked into the massive room. I see Ms. Jones but I don't see Christian.
"Hello Chanelle! Are you hungry?" I am starving but I need to find Christian. I don't remember a damn thing from last night.
"Hey Ms. Jones. Where is Christian?" She smiled and pointed to another door with her chin. "Is it safe to go in?" She nods and smiles. "Can I get some blueberry pancakes and bacon?" She smiles
"Of course! It will be ready in a few minutes." I smile and knock on the door. I gently turn the knob and open the door. He is on the phone with someone.
"Well, what is it that needs to be done?" He says. He sounds all business like but I guess that's how you have to sound when you run a multi-billion dollar company.
"I will have Ros go over it and get back to you." Our eyes meet and he shifts in his chair. "Look I have to go. We will speak more later this week." He hangs up and stands up. Embarrassed, I give him a small wave and began to walk out. "Wait Chanelle!" He says and I am frozen in my spot facing the door. He walks up and stands inches away from my back. "Turn around." I shake my head and try to hold back my tears. "Please Chanelle. Please turn around." I slowly turn around but my head stays lowered. "Look at me." I do and the tears begin to flow.
"Christian...I...I don't know what happened for me to end up here but I am so sorry!" He hugs me and wipes my tears away.
"Well, you got drunk, called me then called that prick Cross, I came over, you flipped me off said something that pissed me off, I kissed you and brought you here!" I can't believe I called Gideon! Fuck! "I called John and told him that you wouldn't be coming in today because you fell ill. I'm not going to work today either! Besides, I think you deserve an explanation about my room." I completely forgot about that room. I feel a blush creep up on my face and a trace of a smile. I begin to giggle a little. "What's so funny?" I look at him and shake my head.
"You! You have a sex room! I always thought they were a myth." A small smile crept up on his lips.
"Well, they aren't a myth dear. I've had it for a while!" I walk out to the kitchen and I see my pancakes sitting on the breakfast bar. I jump and walk to the stool and start to dig in. These pancakes are freaking delicious. After I virtually clean my plate, I walk back to the room to grab my phone. I walk back to the kitchen and talk to Christian.
"So how long have you owned your business?" Asking the general ice breaker questions since we completely bypassed that stage.
"For awhile. I am shocked though. You've never heard of me before?" He asked and I shook my head.
"I wasn't into the whole 'keeping tabs on people I would never meet' thing. My friends heard of you and compared you to Gideon. Most of them chose you because you were richer than him. Yes! Most of my friends are gold diggers." I laugh and he began to laugh too.
"Well, I am glad they chose me because of my money. What about you? How did you get into singing?"
"I was young. Singing in the church choir. Then, I did school talent shows. I never really did any major singing until I auditioned for The Voice. I mainly was an instrumental major." He smiled and nodded. My phone began to ring and I looked at the caller ID. It was Gideon calling me. I see Christian face fall and he instantaneously became angry.
"What do you want Gideon?" I spit out
"Where the fuck are you Chanelle?" He says through gritted teeth
"That's none of your fucking business Cross. Last time I checked, your girlfriend's name was Eva Tramell not Chanelle Howard-Jones. Why do you need to keep tabs on me? Are you finally realizing what you did to me was stupid?" I say with a hint of sarcasm.
"Chanelle I don't have time for your smart ass mouth! Where are you?" I roll my eyes and sighed.
"I'm home! There are you happy?" He let's out a small chuckle. "What the fuck is so funny?"
"It's funny that you mention that you are home because if you were home, we wouldn't need to be talking on our phones now would we?" He says and hangs up. HE'S AT MY HOUSE?! HOW THE FUCK DOES HE KNOW WHERE I LIVE? Fuck! I am screwed! My dad is going to kill me.
"Chanelle! What happened?" Christian asked
"It's Gideon! He is at my house!"