*Disclaimer: Although I own the rights to this fanfiction, I do not own the characters (even though I truly wished I owned Christian Grey lol) and I do not own the books, etc.
*Synopsis: (AU) – Anastasia Steele (24) is swamped in student loans and college costs and is at the verge of being dropped out of her classes, nearly graduating. Her long time friend, Jose Rodriguez (27) suggests his aunt Elena's exotic BDSM themed night club and helps Ana to get the job as a bartender. When one of the main show girls, Leila Williams (25) gets fired, Christian Grey (26), is left without a partner. Elena is then forced to approach Ana to take the slot. Will Ana take Elena's offer? Or will she run for the hills? OOC/HEA.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I had a lovely vacation at the DMV all day last Friday (which sucked huge balls!) so forgive me for not updating on Friday.
Saturday, I was definitely not able to update because it was my oldest sons 6th birthday! Whoo! Anyways, we had a party and it took longer than I had expected. We had a blast though, so it was well worth it!
The rest of the time, I have been changing things with the chapter and rewriting it because I wasn't too happy with it. (I'm still not, but that's okay.) Real life has been taking my time up, but I hope that even though I thought this chapter sucked major donkey-balls, that you all enjoy it.
I need to apologize for Christian's POV again. I truly suck at writing him, so just look over me lol.
Thank you all for your love and support of this story. I truly appreciate it! I love getting reviews, so keep them coming. Again, allow me to remind you to keep them respectful if you want a respectful response.
To lemonize, or not to lemonize? That is the question... Muahahaha!
Anyways, here is chapter 9! Sorry that it's so long. I can honestly say that not all of my chapters will be this long in the future, just because I always want to stop when I feel it's right, so, yeah lol.
Oh, just edited this by the way :) So reposted it!
-Chapter 9—Dirty Little Secret-
Ana POV
The ride over to GEH gave me enough time think of how I was going to approach him. Honestly, I had planned on just barging into his office, without a care in the world of what he was currently doing—the same way he barged into my personal life and took away my independence as a college student—but then I realized that that was just too insane.
I'm not that crazy, no matter how tempting the opportunity may be.
Nope. Instead of acting like the crazed psycho girlfriend—which I am neither—I sent him a text, asking if I could stop by on the way home. He accepted, told what floor to go on, and told me that Andrea, his secretary, would be notified of my visit.
So here I am, sitting in the parking garage of GEH, in Jose's jet-black '69 Chevy Camaro. It took him a while to finally agree to let me borrow it, but he finally handed the keys over—reluctantly.
I've been sitting in the car for about ten minutes, just staring at the wall in front of me. I can't really explain it, but every time I'm around The Great Christian Grey, I seem to lose my train of thought. I honestly have no idea how things will go down once I step foot into his office, but I do know one thing... I have to keep a strong mind about my visit here, and why I'm visiting.
Sure, it's easy to just say no if he attempted to kiss me again, but the truth of the matter was that whenever he touches me, or even looks at me a certain delicious way, I lose my self control and become slayed by him.
Jesus! I'm becoming hot and bothered just thinking about it!
But I can't. I can't keep allowing Christian to distract me. That kiss in the elevator, it... it was great—really great—but right now, I'm really not in a good place to continue this with him—whatever this is between us, anyways.
I sigh, finally exiting the car, locking it before I shut the door. My heart begins to race and my hands are slightly shaky when I approach the elevator. I hit the call button, bouncing on my feet nervously, whilst I bite my lip. Ha! Good thing Christian isn't around to see that.
I enter the elevator and hit the button of my destination. Once the doors close, my thoughts go back to the kiss we shared back at Escala. I fall back against the wall, closing my eyes as I gasp, hitting my head a few times silently, trying to escape the memory. Dammit, Anastasia! Pull yourself together, woman!
The elevator pings, snapping me out of my thoughts. I clear my throat. This is it. Do it or die, Steele!
I step out and into what looks like a waiting room. To my far right, I see a white desk, with wide chrome trim with a beautiful blonde headed woman sitting behind it. I assume that this is Andrea.
"Hi, how can I help you?" she asks, with a forced smile. From what I'm reading from her body language, she hates her job.
"Hi, uhm... Anastasia Steele. I'm here to see Mr. Grey. He's expecting me."
"Ah, yes. Right this way, Miss Steele." She stands, clasping her hands in front of her as she leads me down a hallway to a large mahogany door with chrome handles.
Jesus, what's up with all of the chrome?
"Just go on in, Miss Steele."
"Thank you." I give her a smile, and she returns the gesture before turning around and walking back in the direction of which we came from.
I take a deep breath, releasing just as heavily as my hand rests on the handle. Keep strong! You can do this!
"Ah, Anastasia." he greets me once I've opened the door. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Jesus, he looks so fucking good. He's still wearing the suit from this morning, only his suit coat is hung on the back of his black leather desk chair he's sitting in with his tie, he has the top three buttons of his white cotton dress shirt open, and his hair has that sexy just-fucked look about it. His eyes are that perfect shade of blushish-gray. God. Help. Me!
Be strong, Anastasia! Don't let his looks change the fact that you're angry with him right now.
I swallow hard, clearing my throat. "What the hell is wrong with you, Grey?" I snap, getting straight to it. He looks at me as if he has no knowledge of why I used such an angry tone with him.
"I'm sorry. I believe you have me at a disadvantage." he responds, softly. But his eyes are warning me.
"Oh, cut the crap, Christian." I say, placing my palms flat onto his desk as I lean in towards him. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Why did you do it? Why did you pay off my loans?"
He sighs heavily, standing from his chair smoothly as he mimics my stance. Oh God! His face is so close to me right now that I can feel his breath against my lips. "Because I can."
Oh, the nerve of this man!
"Because you can? You don't even know me!" I hiss, standing straight as I cross my arms.
He narrows his eyes at me before pushing himself away from his desk as he walks over to a cabinet and opens it to a mini-bar, similar to the one in his office at Floggers.
Floggers...
Speaking of Floggers, Elena sent me a text while I was on the way here and has asked that I come straight into her office Saturday night so that we can discuss 'work matters'. I honestly don't know why—unless it has to do with last nights fainting incident while I was on the clock. I truly hope that she doesn't fire me. I've come to a point where I actually enjoy the job.
"Want a drink?" he asks, sitting two glasses down in front of him, breaking my thoughts.
"No. What I want is answers, Christian. Excuse me for being rude, but I can't seem to quite put my finger on why someone that knows so little about me would pay my student loans off." I'm so effin pissed!
"I told you why." he says, taking a drink of his Scotch.
"Because you can? Really?" I raise a brow.
"Yes." he turns to face me. His expression is unreadable.
"Well, that's not a good enough answer." I say, releasing a rather large intake of breath and leaning back onto his desk. I see that I'm getting nowhere like I thought I would. I mean, yeah, it's a nice gesture. But what did I do to deserve it?
My independence means everything to me, and has since I was teen. Watching my mother hand over her life to the various men she's been with just didn't cut it for me. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but she has made life so difficult, hence why I moved in with my step-father, Ray. My independence is what defines me and makes me the person I am. So yeah, it pisses me off that Christian would intervene into my comfortable lifestyle.
"Do I have to have a reason?" I jump, startled by how close he is to me. How the hell did he get over here to me so fast?
Suddenly, I feel it. I feel that familiar spark that we have shared many times before. My eyes are glued to his, and I'm finding it difficult to breathe.
My heart feels like it could just jump completely out of my chest. His gaze is dark, smokey even, and oh so sexy like always. How can I make my point with him looking at me like this?
Stay strong! You have to fight this!
I walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, trying desperately to recollect my thoughts. "I'm not a charity case, Christian." My words come out in a whisper. I'm even finding it hard to speak!
"Charity case? Is that what you think this is?" he asks, angrily. His voice is low.
I roll my eyes, turning to face him. "It's either that or an over-elaborate ploy to get me into bed." I scoff.
"I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't." he says, seductively and it travels down to the apex of my thighs. His eyes are a few shades darker than when I first entered his office. "But no, this was neither a charity case, nor a ploy, as you say." he adds. He looks sincere. Really sincere.
I bite my lip, my eyes still locked on his. I can't believe he said that... "Not going to happen, Mr. Grey."
He begins walking towards me, and—of course—I back away from him. "Oh, but I disagree." he says. Arousal evident in his tone.
Excuse me?!
"Fuck you!" I snarl, my anger returning in full force. Who the hell does he think he is? I continue backing up until my back hits the wall. He places his palms firmly on either side of my head and leans in towards my ear.
"I'd bet that you would like that, wouldn't you, Miss Steele?" he whispers into my ear. "To be able to fuck me."
Asfsjkgk!
My breathing increases along with my heartbeat. It's pounding so hard I can hear the blood rushing through my ears. My face is on fire and my skin has developed goosebumps from his breath on my heated, sensitive flesh below my ear.
UGH! He's killing me! I can only see this leading to something that I do not want. Or, maybe I do. Okay, I really, really do...
He lifts his head, meeting my gaze. Gray to blue. I trade glances between his lips and eyes. All of my anger is suddenly gone and replaced with arousal. Oh my God, just fucking touch me already!
Focus, Ana! Focus!
I snap out of the trance I was briefly under, swallowing hard as he leans in closer to me. "I-I have... I have to go." I whisper, pushing past him, heading for the door.
I pull the door open, and he soon slams it shut, pinning me up against it as his mouth finds mine.
Sweet Mother of God! This man slays me! I return the kiss, placing my hands onto his chest. His heart beat is strong yet wild under my palms, mimicking my own as my body begins melting into him.
This is what I need. I need to just get this out of system so I can move on with my life.
He pulls back, panting. "Anastasia." he breathes against my lips. His eyes are questioning. "Are you sure?" he adds.
Yes!
My fingers slowly inch around the back of his neck as my gaze travels to his lips. I trail my fingers up into his soft copper-brown hair and I pull his head down towards me as I answer his request. Sealing my lips over his, I drink in his wonderful scent while I finally surrender to these onslaught of sensations that his kiss has conjured.
The tip of his tongue traces across my lips, coaxing them open. I part immediately, eager to know if he tastes the same way as I remember.
Mmm, so good!
His tongue fully darts inside of my mouth, finding mine, as he taunts me with little nips and licks that eventually give into deeper strokes and soft bites.
From the very beginning, there was an imaginary line with Christian. On one side of it, I wanted him badly, but at the same time, I knew that I could somehow muster the willpower to refuse him. But as of right now, right in this moment, we're on the other side of that line—the one where I am completely at his mercy.
"Christian." I gasp.
"Tell me what you want." he breathes as his lips find the sensitive flesh between my neck and collar bone. I moan, moving my head to give him better access.
"You." I whimper as he places open-mouth kisses along my jaw. "I feel this pull everytime I'm around you. It's hard to explain, because we hardly know each other. But I do. I want you." I whisper, looking into his eyes.
Christian POV
Anastasia Rose Steele is going to be the death of me.
I find it harder and harder to resist her with every encounter I share with her. She is all I think about, day in and day out, ever since she bumped into me the night she climbed on board at Floggers.
Flynn—my shrink—seems to think that I'm developing feelings for her, but I must say that I honestly don't think that is true. And even if it were true, it would never happen. I'm too fucked up. She couldn't handle a monster like me.
Let me be very clear with you. I love control in all things. It's my A-game, and nothing will ever change that fact about me. I love bringing women to their knees, begging for my dick. I love hearing them rasp every single time my hand makes contact with their ass. I love the expression I see every time I get a woman off in every way possible. I love to fuck—hard—until I have full control over their bodies.
Make no mistake about it, I want all of those things with Anastasia. No. I need those things with her. I could take her to high levels of ecstasy. I could show her things that she never dreamed of. Not even pornography can beat me. I'm the Sex God. I'm the best at what I do.
But is all of that enough?
I doubt that I will ever get enough of Anastasia. Something deep inside of me tells me that this is only the beginning of Ana and Christian. But can I do this? To her?
I guess there is one way to find out.
I learned something new about Ana today. She's not only a strong-minded, beautiful, intelligent woman—with a smart mouth—but she is very independent, and she takes her independence seriously.
When she first arrived, I was surprisingly shocked that she was upset about me paying her college expenses. I honestly wasn't expecting her reaction at all. I had actually expected a simple 'thank you'. But no, that wasn't the ending result. Instead, she entered my office and bit my head off.
Not that I'm complaining, now that she's kissing me like her life depends on it. Fucking hell!
She wants this just as badly as I do. Her body reacts to me every time I touch her. Even when I'm not touching her, her body screams 'fuck me'.
She's a very confusing woman though. Has been since I met her. One moment she wants me—or so her body says—the next, she's denying what her body is telling her and telling me that what we're doing is wrong.
Then why does it feel so right?
I don't know how to explain it, but I have this feeling that Anastasia and I would have met eventually. Even if we didn't meet at Floggers at all, I just have this deep feeling that we'd bump into each other at some point.
Wait! What am I saying? That we're meant to be?
That's nonsense. I don't do love. Love is for fools. I'm incapable of loving another woman because I don't trust women anymore. They are liars, cheaters, and only want somebody to fuck. Just like the crack whore who gave birth to me.
In my case, they all want a rich bastard to fuck instead of a random guy you would see on the street. And I have fallen for it before... many times.
But if I were to be honest with myself, Anastasia is different, and she has made me think about a lot of things... differently. I am drawn to her in a way that I have never felt before. Nope, never before with the fucking bitch, Leila, not with the three subs after Leila, not with the one night stands I've had. Not one woman has made me feel the way Anastasia fucking Steele does.
Oh, God! I crave the taste of her skin. I want to see her body trembling as I worship it. I need to be inside of her, making her scream my name into oblivion.
I reach to my right and lock the door with a loud click I bend down, breaking the kiss long enough to pickher up by her thighs and her legs instantly wrap around my waist as I walk her over to the soft fabric-covered black couch, laying her down onto it whilst our lips lock for another euphoric, hardcore kiss.
She's pulling at my hair in the back of my head and it shoots straight to my already hardened cock, causing it to flinch. Oh, have mercy on me! She's Aphrodite. The only fucking woman who has ever brought me to my knees. Jesus! I don't know if I can resist her any longer.
I sit up, unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, my eyes stare into her now dark blue gaze. Oh yeah. She wants me.
She reaches down and grasps the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Fuck me. I can see the arousal evident in her eyes and her fast tempo of breath, matching mine. I know that if I don't do something fast, she will snap out of this and run like she always does.
I don't want Anastasia to do something that she'll regret later, even though—like the ass I am—I'll think nothing of it. So again, I ask her if this is what she wants and I'm rewarded with a seductive nod while she bites her bottom lip. Fuck!
I pull off my shirt, letting it fall into the floor next to us with hers. My mouth crashes against hers once more and the feeling is exquisite. She places her hands on either side of my face, holding me to her. Her lips are pressed firmly against mine, her tongue lapping, sucking, and nibbling mine and I release a shuddering breath against her lips as I whisper her sweet name like a prayer.
With my hands on her legs, I slide them up to the jut of her hipbones, popping the button of her jeans open and pulling the zipper down. She's panting now. Whimpering and squirming by my tantalizing touch. I sit up once again, trading glances between her eyes and the area where my hands are and hook my fingers beneath the hem of her jeans and pull them down slowly.
I drop them in the pile sitting in the floor next to us, and begin unbuckling my belt seductively, my eyes locked with hers. Suddenly, she sits up and I freeze. My heart is racing. This is it... She's running!
"Let me." she whispers, and I'm relieved.
I hold my hands out with my famous fuck me smile as I say, "Don't let me stop you."
She makes short work of my pants and they soon join the rest of the pile of clothing. I'm now in only my gray boxer briefs, and she's in only her black and teal lace bra and panties. Damn, I could look at her all fucking day. Just like this... Jesus!
Her eyes are wide and glued on the massive bulge of my briefs, and a smile creeps up onto my lips. "Like what you see, Miss Steele?"
She raises a brow, smiling as she looks up at me. "Hmm, what if I said that I'd seen bigger?"
"I would say that you're a terrible liar."
She giggles. Oh, that sound is music to my ears. She pushes me back until my head rests onto the arm of the couch, climbing up on top of me.
My hands roam the curves of her torso, stroking up and down, then slide to the clasp of her bra. With one hand, I unhook it, sitting up so that we are nose-to-nose. My arms wrap around her tiny frame and kiss her shoulder with gentle open-mouth kisses before sliding the first strap down her arm.
"You have such beautiful skin, Anastasia." I say in between kisses following the strap. I turn my attention to the other strap, and slowly slide it down her arm, following the strap with the same open-mouthed kisses. She gasps a moan, throwing her head back as I fully remove her bra.
Motherfucking hell! Her breasts are truly a sight to behold. They are firm, average sized—I'm guessing C-cupped. Her nipples are erect and that perfect shade of pink. I have to taste them... I cover one nipple with my mouth, my hand massaging the other one. My name slips from her lips in a loud whimpering moan. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, her fingers tugging at my hair, and pushing me into her. She starts moving her hips slightly when I start flicking the tip of my tongue gently, up and down onto her erect nipple. God, she tastes so good.
Her movements increase and I groan at the friction building between us, as I switch breasts. Hmm, I could make her come this way... I think that I will.
I suck harder, biting and licking her other breast. She says several incoherent words and moves on top of me faster and I meet her with my own thrusts as well. That's right, baby. Feel me! I hum a groan onto her nipple and that's all it took before she throws her head back again, pulling my hair even harder, and begins shaking and trembling her release as she screams in agonizing pleasure.
Thank God my office is sound-proof, else the whole building of GEH would have heard her. Jesus, she's so responsive! Fuck!
"I take it you've never came like that before?" I pant, out of breath.
She shakes her head slowly, breathing heavily as she reels in the aftershocks of her orgasm. I chuckle before grasping her hips with my hands and I lay her back down onto the couch.
I know that I should be working right now. But honestly, I don't give a fuck. I'm the boss here, I own this company! I sure as hell am not going to miss out on fucking Anastasia's brains out. I mean, what can I say? I know I'm acting like an ass, but I can't help myself. I am, after-all, addicted to sex.
She grabs my head, pulling me down for a kiss and I respond instantaneously. The kiss starts out soft and gentle, but soon erupts into a mind-blowing, sparks-fly, heated-yet-intimate, tongue-dancing kiss. I love her fucking mouth... smart mouth, that is.
I trail my kisses down to her neck then back to her breasts again. She squirms and thrusts upward, desperate for more friction. In due time, Miss Steele.
I stick my tongue out and glide it on down her body to the hem of her panties, where I place a hot open-mouthed kiss between the hem and her bellybutton.
"Christian." she shudders, pulling my hair.
I reach around my neck, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. "Don't move." I command softly, looking into her eyes. They're sparkling, yet darker than I've ever seen them before, full of want and need. Simply mesmerizing. I'm officially under her spell, but she nods her head, questioningly, and I release my grip with my right hand around her wrist.
Without taking my eyes off hers, I softly slide the backs of my fingers down the side of her neck, over her beautiful, full breasts, down across her ribcage—in which she squirms slightly—and on down to the lacy hem of her panties. She closes her eyes, arching her neck, but she does as she's told and keeps her hands up.
Releasing her other wrist, I sit up, placing my left hand onto her hip. I trace the hem with the tips of my fingers, rewarded with gasps and moans. I stop all movements. Her chest rises and falls frantically. She opens her eyes, gazing into mine.
Slowly, I slide my hand down into her panties. Fuck! She's got an airstrip! Lord Jesus, help me now... My eyes close and I groan lowly, swallowing hard as I move my fingers towards her slit. Hot damn! She's wetter than I had imagined.
"Fuck, Ana!" I whisper, biting her lip and pulling it. "So wet." I add. And now, I'm finding it harder to resist being inside of her.
I pull my hand free of the confinements of her underwear, sitting straight up as I take both of my hands and rub them up her legs to the apex of her thighs. I hook my fingers under the hem of her panties, pulling them outward, and pushing my thumbs into the thin fabric, ripping them completely off of her.
"Christian!" she gasps. "What the—oh, God. So good!" she adds as I insert, not one, but two fingers deep inside of her. Fucking hell! She's tight as fuck!
I reach down for my pants and pull out a foil packet. I remove my briefs pretty quickly, right before opening the condom with my teeth. Her eyes nearly bug out of her head when she see's my best friend. Yeah, feast your eyes, baby. "Don't worry, you'll stretch to my size." I murmur, rolling the condom on and leaning back down onto my left hand, which is placed onto the arm of the couch above her head.
I lift both of her legs, hooking them at my hips; my other hand rests onto her thigh, pushing her legs open until her delectable pussy is fully exposed to me. And boy is it an amazing sight...
I position myself at her entrance, searching her eyes one last time for permission. She swallows hard, licking her lips as they part. And as soon as she nods, I thrust forward—throwing my head back as she raises up, placing her head onto my shoulder—entering her and we both howl in ecstasy.
Oh my God! She takes my breath away.
I look back down into her eyes, and oddly, I feel panicked. Did I hurt her? She's so tight, I'm finding it difficult to speak. Is she... was she a...
"I'm not a virgin. It's just been a long time." she answers my unspoken question, lifting her hips to make me move. In a way, I feel slightly disappointed that I wasn't the first person to be inside of her.
Slowly, I pull back, and this time, I slam back inside.
"Jesus!" she yells, rolling her head back. She closes her eyes. Normally, this wouldn't bother me if I couldn't look into the eyes of the woman I'm fucking, but—for some unknown reason—deep down into my darkened soul, I want to get lost in Anastasia's ocean blues.
"Look at me." I demand, softly. She looks up at me so lovingly; her mouth parted to assist her frantic breathing. A slough of unknown emotions flood into the hollow of my chest. Nobody has ever looked at me like that before. And I do mean, no-damn-body!
"Anastasia." I grunt, pulling back and thrusting into her... hard.This time, I don't stop.
"Oh, God!" she whimpers between thrusts. Her hands find a place up onto my shoulders, and she digs her nails into my flesh, dragging them down my back.
"Fuck!" I scream, picking up a faster rhythm, pounding into her. There was just something about her scratching my back like that, and it brought the animal out of me.
She's meeting me thrust for fucking hardcore thrust, and the room is instantly filled with the sound of our breathing along with grunts and groans; cries of pleasure occasionally, the sweet melody of her whimpers and of course the smacking of our bodies thrusting together.
Our mouths clash together. The kiss is animalistic. My fingers dig into her hips as I thrust even harder—if that's even possible-and I'm sure she'll have bruises in the end.
"Oh my God, Christian!" she screams, squeezing each cheek of my backside into her hands, pulling me into her. "I'm" thrust "so" thrust "close."
"Fuck yes!" I groan, pounding into her in rough and rapid thrusts.
Her whimpers soon become louder and louder, matching her frantic breathing. I can feel her walls tightening around me. As the saying always goes, Ladies first.
"Give in to me, Anastasia!" I growl through clenched teeth. "Come for me, now!" And boy, does she ever. She tightens even more as fever pitch heat radiates around my cock. She screams my name—as I have fantasized her screaming it many times before—and clings to me as I continue the pleasurable assault on her pussy.
But in reality, it only takes three more vicious thrusts, stilling on the last one, and I come hard, growling out my release to the fucking stars.
Shit... That was intense. Hot. Hardcore. Raw. And the absolute best sex I've ever had. Anastasia makes a terrific fuck, that's for sure.
We're panting heavily, trying desperately to catch our breaths. I pull out of her, causing us both to wince, and I fall into the floor.
"Wow." she breathes, giggling. Giggling?
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Just... Wow, Christian. That was—"
"Amazing?" I finish her sentence with a chuckle. I raise up from the floor, removing the condom and tossing it into my waste basket, grabbing our clothing and I reach my hand out to her to assist her up off of the couch. "I, uh, have a bathroom over there if you want to get cleaned up?"
"Yeah... uhm. Thanks." she murmurs, low, taking her clothing from me and disappearing into the bathroom.
Suddenly, I feel... guilty.
I can't really explain why, but I truly do. I don't regret fucking her, trust me, I don't. But for some reason I feel like maybe I pressured her into this. Perhaps she really didn't want this, even though I did and have since I met her.
What do you care? You are Christian fucking Grey! Why don't you go grow some? You're becoming soft lately.
I finish dressing, buttoning my shirt back up as she emerges from the bathroom.
Damn this is really awkward...
"I guess I'd better go." she finally says, twisting her palms together, looking down towards the floor.
I know that I should have at least asked her to dinner. Maybe even a movie. But it's not in my nature. I don't do dates... "Yeah. It was nice seeing you again, Miss Steele." I nearly choke out.
What the hell is wrong with me?
But I already know the answer to that. I don't want Anastasia to go. Who knows if and when we'll see each other again. Well, of course we'll be seeing each other again. We work together at Floggers. But who's to say that it won't be awkward, now that we've taken things to a whole other direction?
We gaze at one another for what seems like hours. She takes a deep breath, pressing her lips together before heading towards the door.
Say something!
"Ana, wait..." She turns to face me, waiting for me to continue. "I hope that what we did doesn't change anything between us. We still work together, and I don't want this to make things—"
"Awkward?" she sighs, cutting me off.
"Yeah."
"Uhm... yeah, sure. Of course." She forces a smile. "Thank you for... well, everything, I suppose. I'll see 'ya around." she adds. And with that, she opens the door and leaves.
Ana POV
It's been three days since I've confronted Christian at GEH. Not to mention, three days since our intimate encounter. I mean, I haven't tried contacting him either, but I'm not that type of girl. Besides, what reason do I have to call him anyways? It's not like we're a thing or anything like that. We just shared a moment of weakness together. That's all.
I know that I said I needed to fuck him to get it out of my system, but the truth is, I can't stop thinking about him and what we did in his office.
Mmmm... I get chills just thinking about it.
Jose was my first, and my only partner. I know... what are the odds of losing your virginity by a sexy gay man, only for it to be a one night stand. We were drunk, it was messy and it didn't even involve us kissing. I never even came. No seriously! I have NEVER had an orgasm before.
I never fingered myself, because honestly, what's the fucking point? I have no toys, vibrators, etc. So that's a definite no. I had a couple of boyfriends though. Just none of them even interested me in the slightest for anything sexual.
I was always the girl who put studies first before anything; including relationships. And I'm not saying that Jose sucked—well, what I can remember of it he didn't—but he's gay for God's sake. That would never happen again, even if I wanted it to. Plus, he's kind of like family, in that awkward I-had-sex-with-him-before-I-really-got-to-know-him kind of way.
But, oh my God! Christian gave me the most Earth shattering orgasms. Yes, orgasms! I had two.
And don't get me started on his... uhm, thingy. I've felt it against me through his clothing before, but with it actually naked and in front of me? Good God Almighty! The phrase 'Hung Like A Horse' comes to mind. Honestly, it scared me to freaking death. I wasn't sure if it would even go into me. But once he was, I truly was a goner.
That man is a Sex God. He made my body feel things that I wouldn't dream of feeling. The way he touched me sent shivers down my spine, his kisses were intoxicating and obsessive. But the best part was when he slammed inside of me, bringing me within an inch of my fucking life.
Oh Jesus!
God, that was amazing!
The harder the thrust, the better it felt. Rough, yet rapid, pussy-pounding, raw and dirty hardcore sex.
Did I mention that he left a hickey?! Yup, he sure did. It was small, but visible, located on my neck right below my ear.
Oh God! The look on Jose's face when I came home that night was priceless. And soon after—of course—the Jose inquisition began. I told him it was definitely not any of his business, and went straight into my room to shower.
I sigh.
I sort of feel angry that I allowed myself to give into him in his office. I guess you could say that I feel a little used too. I feel like he only paid my fees off at the college to get into my pants, and my dumbass let him! I honestly don't know if I can face him tonight because of it, but I value my new job now, and I plan on making it through the night and Elena's party if I have to die in the process.
I mean, how hard is it to avoid one person in a crowded room full of sex-deprived people whom are obsessed with whips and chains? Meh, shouldn't be all that hard to do...
I sit on my bed, pulling up the black soft-leather knee-high boots that Kate loaned me to wear with my SWAT Team costume tonight. Jose has already left, leaving Kate and I here to finish getting ready for the party.
"Ooh, Ana! That costume looks even hotter on you now than it did the first time you tried it on. Guys will be buying drinks just to talk to you."
I laugh. "Oh, shut up, Kate. You look better than me in your lovely pirate ensemble."
"Elliot is going to be a pirate, too. I can't wait to see how sexy he looks in his costume. And don't even get me started with Christian..." I physically cringe by the sound of his name, but luckily, Kate continues her rambling, completely oblivious to what's happened in this past week. "...now, all we have to do is your make-up, and straighten your hair, then you're finished."
Yeah, yeah, yeah... Hoorah! I roll my eyes. "Not a lot this time, Kate. I'm not too big on make-up."
"Hmm... Your costume makes it difficult not to use a lot, but I'll figure something out."
"Thanks, Kate." I smile.
We arrive slightly early so that I can talk to Elena as she requested. I walk straight for the office—the office she shares with Christian.
I hesitate, but prepare to knock when the door swings open to Elena in a beautiful Queen of Hearts costume. Wow! For an older woman, she truly looks amazing.
The costume is a black sleeveless sweetheart-shaped corset dress which stops mid-thigh. The dress has three red hearts going down the front torso. White trim starts from the white and black lace skirt and goes all the way up around the neck. The cape is also black, made of silk, and drapes down past her black leather knee-high high-heeled boots. Ha! She's even wearing a crown.
"You wanted to see me?" I ask, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind me.
"Cute costume. And yes, I wanted to discuss a promotion that may be in your very near future, dear." She stands, walking towards the mini-bar. "Drink?"
"I'd better not. Thank you, anyways."
"Ana—it is okay if I call you Ana, right?" she asks, sitting back down with her drink.
"Uhm, yes."
She takes a sip, then smiles. "I wanted to see what you thought about being one of my dancers?"
Brake check! WHAT?!
"Uhm..."
"I know you haven't worked here long, but I watched you the other night with Christian. I feel that you have potential to take Miss Williams' place."
I stand, abruptly, laughing nervously. "Wait... you want me to be Christian's partner?"
"Yes. I asked him what he thought about it, too. But he was less than thrilled about the idea. But I would love to have you. You are better than any of the girls I've scouted out." she pauses, I assume to watch my reaction—which is clearly shocked.
What the hell?!
"I-I uhm... Wow, Elena."
She stands, walking up to me, stroking my hair softly. "You're a beautiful woman, Anastasia. Completely flawless. Your body is a damn knock-out. You dance with ease, and, all of those qualify for what I'm looking for in an exotic dancer. You don't have to give me an answer now, but I do hope you let me know something by Sunday night. I'm desperate, you see. Christian hasn't been on stage since he fired the little twit known as Leila Williams, and I'm losing money. Most women that come to see the show, they want Christian."
Well, isn't that sweet. Christian has little fans running around Seattle...
She sighs, walking back to the desk. "I never knew what Christian saw in her. Leila, I mean. Amazing dancer, yes. But her attitude was worse than that woman that Meryl Streep played as in The Devil Wears Prada."
I couldn't help but laugh at that comment. Who knew that Elena could be funny?
"I promise, Mrs. Lincoln. I will think about it."
"Just so you know, Ana, the pay is a hell of a lot more than what you're making now. Maybe you can pay off those student loans like you wanted in the beginning."
Wait, how did she...?
"Christian told me about it." she answers my unspoken question. "And I must say, I am in awe of you. Not many of us here at Floggers have a college education. Christian went for a little while, but he dropped out, of course, because of that vile fake-boobed bimbo he was with."
Wow, nice way to describe Leila...
"Well, in that case, I'm sure he's already told you that he had paid them off Thursday morning." I say, crossing my arms with a sarcastic smile. "I plan on paying him back every cent, though."
She stares at me for a moment, holding her tumbler in the air as if she was about to take a drink. A smile slowly forms onto her face. "Wow. How un-Christian-like of him. Sounds to me like he's pretty smitten with you."
Smitten? With me?! Not hardly!
I nod my head, smiling back, unsure of what to say next.
Elena stands, draining what remains in her glass, sitting the glass down onto the desk. "I'll let you get back to your duties, then, Bartender-Girl." and with that, she winks at me.
Elena truly is a sweet person. Awkward, but really, really sweet.
I take my leave and head straight for the bar. I tuck my purse under the bar and grab a bowl of limes, oranges, and lemons to prep for tonight's drinks.
I honestly don't know if I will take her up on her offer. I just can't see myself on stage, grinding up against Christian. Okay, maybe I can. But that would just lead to things, since we took things to the next level... well, sort of.
I sigh. I just don't know anymore.
Suddenly, my eyes are covered, blocking out my sight. On instinct, I force my elbow back, right into their gut.
"Jesus, Anabelle! What the fuck, woman!" Jose coughs, doubled over.
Whoops...
"Sorry, Jose. I didn't know that it was you." He continues coughing. "Oh my God, Jose. I'm truly sorry. I thought you were..."
He holds his hand up in way of silencing me, which works. "No worries. I understand." he strains.
I can't help but laugh. And Jose's barely-covering-the-body, orange leotard looking jail costume is making me laugh even harder. I honestly can't remember the last time I laughed this hard.
"Oh, shut the hell up, Anastasia. That really hurt, 'ya know!" he hisses, finally standing up.
"Sorry. My dad's ex-military. But you already know that." I giggle.
He sighs. "Hand me a damn lime, would you? I'm bored out of my mind and Elena hasn't called us backstage yet."
I hand him a knife and a lime, then begin cutting one into slices as well. Kate walks up, jumping up and down with glee. "What's tickled your pickle, Katie?" Jose asks.
"Elliot has asked me to marry him!"
"Your already engaged." Jose says, raising a brow. I laugh. Damn these two!
"Yes I am. What I mean is, Elliot asked me to marry him next weekend!" she says, squealing like a child who won free candy for life.
"Aww, Kate. Congrats!" I chime in, dropping the lime and my knife, walking around the bar to embrace her in a hug. "I'm so happy for you."
"You know you have to be my maid of honor, right?" she asks me.
My eyes become large and I shake my head frantically. "No, no, no, no, no! I-I can't, Kate."
"Oh, come on Anabelle. I'm sure El will have a hot best man you could make out with. Ooh, or maybe meet someone there who could give you another hickey like the mystery man from the other night."
"What?!" Kate gasps.
Oh my God! This isn't happening!
"Jose!" I snap, pinching the bridge of my nose, as I walk back to behind the bar to continue cutting fruit.
Kate sits in a bar stool in front of me, Jose following suit next to her. "Oh, no, Anastasia Steele. You're totally giving me details. Was he hot?"
"Yep." Fuckably hot...
"What does he look like?" she asks, Jose leaning in with the I'm-getting-details-too-bitch look on his face.
"Uh, no. It's not up for discussion. It was a one time thing, and I'm sure it will never happen again." I murmurs, starting on an orange.
"What won't happen again?" Elliot chimes in from my right.
Oh, Jesus! What gives?!
"Ana was just telling us about her mystery date the other day. Jose said she arrived home with a hickey." Kate says, excitedly.
Oh brother...
"Well, come on, tell us." Elliot says, sitting on the opposite side of Kate.
"There is nothing to tell!" I yell, swinging my hands in the air, exasperated. And this is why I wish what happened between Christian and I never happened!
"What's all of the fuss about?"
Speaking of the freaking devil... It's Christian. And here I was thinking that I would be able to avoid him.
Just my freaking luck!
Christian looks at all of us as if he's missed out on the secret of all secrets. He looks really hot in his costume, though. Really fucking hot!
He's wearing a white long-sleeved dress shirt, a black and silver pin-striped vest; a blood red handkerchief tucked elegantly into the pocket of the vest. There are eight silver buttons going down the front of the vest in two's, and a pair of black dress pants. He's got a cute black silk tie, with a silver money symbol printed on the front of it and black suede freshly-polished shoes. Surprisingly, he's wearing a hat. It's black as well, with a black silk ribbon strapped around the middle with another silver money symbol, and it's tilted like you would see a gangster wear one.
His eyes finally find mine, and I must have been staring because he smiles. I jump right back into my duties as Jose responds to his question.
"Anabelle here, had a date on Thursday and came home with a highly visible hickey on her neck."
Fucking bastard!
"Hmm. Interesting." Christian says. I glance up and it's as if he never took his eyes off me. He sits along with the rest of the crew and clasps his hand under his chin. "Why don't you tell us all about it, then, Anastasia." he says with a smirk.
He knows exactly what we're talking about!
"Because there is nothing to tell, Christian." I state through clenched teeth. "Like I told them," I say, pointing the knife towards Kate, Elliot, and Jose, "it was a one time thing and will never happen again."
He glares at me. Ha! Bastard! How do you like that one?
"Well, what if the guy you went on a date with wants it to happen again?" he questions, still glaring at me. Everyone directs their attention towards me.
"Then that's just too bad. It was a moment of weakness, is all. Just meaningless sex, and I think he agrees, considering he never called me after it happened."
The crew direct their attention to Christian. His eyes are still on me. "And what if it meant more to him than what you are implying?"
"Again, he never called me. So, how else am I suppose to take it?" I snap, glaring at him. By this time, Elena comes out with Rose and Gwen, calling the others backstage. Wow! Rose and Gwen are matching tonight in short red T-shirts and bright blue short-shorts. Only difference is Rose's shirt has Thing 1 written on it in a white circle and Gwen's says Thing 2. How cute!
I look back to see that Christian and I are alone. And I must admit, I'm feeling pretty uncomfortable right about now.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you. I honestly didn't know what to say."
"How about, 'Hi, how are you?' That would have been a start." I hiss, turning away from him. I know I have no reason to be upset, but I am. I just can't bare to look at him right now.
"Ana, I—"
"Don't, Christian. Please." I murmur, low as I wipe down the bar with a wet thick cloth. "Just leave me alone." I add in a whisper.
"I can't, Anastasia."
"And why not?" I snap, still wiping down the bar, refusing to look up at him.
"Because, I can't stop thinking about you, especially since the last time I saw you." he murmurs.
"Since we fucked, you mean?"
"Yes, since... that."
I finally look up at him, sighing heavily before throwing the cloth down onto the bar. I head for the door, as it is now time for Floggers to open.
"Just give me five minutes, please." he pleads, walking behind me.
"Not interested!" I yell over my shoulder. He grabs my wrist before I make it to the door and pulls me into a dark room, causing me to gasp. The room lights up by the flick of a switch and Christian turns to face me. "You're very persistent, aren't you?" I add, crossing my arms as I look down at the floor.
He cups my face, forcing me to look at him. "Only when I see something I want." and with that, his lips crash down onto mine. I resist at first, but there is something about him that makes me melt into a big pile of goo.
Again... This man slays me!
He pulls away, gazing into my eyes. "I want you, Anastasia. I crave you."
"Why me? You're a hotshot, a sexy young billionaire. You are part of the rich and famous, for God's sake! You should be trying to pursue a model, not someone like me." I say, finally snapping out of the trance he held me under.
"I'm not interested in any fucking models." he hisses.
"That is the strangest thing you have ever fucking said, Christian. You do realize that, right? I'm a mess. There is absolutely nothing special about me. But with a model or a socialite even, you pretty much know what you're getting into." I say, sadly. "I mean, look at me."
"I do, frequently. You've been driving me insane since I've met you, and the past three days I..." he trails off, gazing at me like he's trying to form the right words to say. "I haven't been able to sleep. I just can't get you off my mind."
Holy shit! His confession has rendered me speechless. I honestly don't know what to say.
But if anything, I have this feeling that tonight may be the night that I may start seeing life in another perspective... and possibly, Christian may be in it.
**Okay, so I want to say that I totally suck at writing sometimes in general because I'm not all that great at describing things, so I am sure the lemon sucked as well. I am truly sorry about that. I have written lemons in my Beauty and the Beast fanfics before, but not really well in POV's lol. It's almost always been in my POV when writing them. So again, I am truly sorry for the weirdness. I hope you all liked this chapter. I know that I had plans to add more, but I wanted to stop it here.**
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Also, big news! We have a new character coming our way... well, new, but not new. Make sense? Things are about to go haywire! Leila is coming back (ugh, I know!) but a story isn't a story without drama in it ;) (Well, to me it isn't.) lol.
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