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Fifty Degrees of Love – Chapter Eleven

Ana kept mentally reminding herself that she needed to ring Grace. She needed a mother whilst her mother wasn't here and she needed help. The pain in her side was worse, becoming excruciating if anything, and she had been battling a fever all day only to have it spike now. She had been curled up on the couch since a little after Flynn left and she hadn't had the energy to get up and see where Christian had gone. She had just remained under the blanket and prayed she would feel better again soon.

No such luck apparently as she still felt ill and the door was finally unlocking. Getting up, she was going to go and question her husband about his whereabouts and reiterate that common courtesy would have been to tell her he was heading out at least.

She had lost track on time and after getting some air she had come back and decided to put her and Christian's wedding tape on just so she could live a moment with the Christian she loved. She only resulted in crying and missing him all the more. Thinking about it, this utter desolation was a reflection on what she felt when they called off the man hunt for Christian's body all those years ago.

She never thought she would feel that ever again.

Now Christian was home, she could see where he got to and then she was going to crawl into the cold sheets in the guest room and just enjoy watching every night time hour lapse. Walking out, her hand to her pained side she wanted to just lay eyes on Christian.

However, what she saw made her stop in her tracks, all other ailments disappeared as the sight before her and it made her sick to her stomach. The devil that had taken up precedence on her shoulder mockingly laughed and sharpened his talons in preparation for the downfall. He was whispering Leila's name at her, reminding her of past events from well before Charlie Tango and he was sardonic of his inner torture to her.

Stupidly she had to ask, "What is going on here?" She felt like someone was breaking her ribcage in order to rip her heart from its cavity and throw it under Christian's foot so he could step on it and break it forever.

Christian looked to Leila and back, "I needed some control. Leila here offered that and who was I to deny?"

"So you brought the woman that tried to kill me once before into our home?" Ana asked, her anger making her eyes water but, her strong will begged her not to cry. Ana let out a laugh and shook her head at the sheer disbelief she was feeling, "This is un-fucking-believable."

"Master," Leila's voice broke into the air sickly sweet, "Permission to speak?"

"Yes," Christian authorised for her to speak and he liked how obedient this brunette girl was. He wondered what type of sub she made when she was in the throe of it all. He could only think good things for her.

Ana's eyes bulged at her husband. Was he actually fucking kidding right now? Was he actually aiding her in this moment? He had somehow picked up Leila and brought her here for a hard fuck and sadistically twisted pleasure. Ana had never felt the pain like the one that was ripping at her heart right now. It was consuming and if it made a noise, she was sure it would be an awful blood curdling scream, loud enough and sharp enough to burst her ear drums.

"It was an accident we met back up but, I would say that fate did it," Leila asked and saw how that comment affected Ana most. "We were both at the right place at the right time."

"Well you're in the wrong place at the wrong time now," Ana ground out, her heartache coming out as an almighty fiery ball of anger. "You're not wanted here."

"He wanted me," Leila replied simply and offered a small smile. "We cleared up the memory loss thing and here we are. He brought me here."

Ana didn't recognise this woman. The one that had almost killed her and been docile and obedient at Christian's feet. She had spoken in broken sentences and was lost in her actions. She was consumed in her hatred for Ana. She was quiet, subordinate but, now she was slightly more powerful but, willing to give her all to Christian's every whim.

And Ana knew what she saw because, of course, he would want her if she was willing but, Ana would have given herself over to him in the blink of an eye. If he wanted to use that to gain some control she would have committed to just keeping him here and not going out looking for a new woman, a new submissive.

Her biggest fears just seemed to continue coming true.

"I won't let you," She whispered and slowly rose her eyes, "I won't let you do a fucking thing to her when I'm your wife! There is no way you are submitting her to whatever the fuck you want in our house and don't think for one fucking second I'm going to let you leave with her." She saw Christian take a step forward and go to argue back, "If you wanted someone to give a hard fuck to you, you could have just taken me! Fuck, I would have let you taken a belt to me," Ana admitted and memories rose like bile in her throat. She would have taken whatever he wanted to do to her in order to keep him here with her. Even if that meant breaking her she didn't care. She had become so desperate to make him see her for someone he wanted and loved.

"We both know you can't handle it," Christian gave his assumption based on what he had heard about Stephen Davis and his fallout.

"I would have!" Ana bellowed at him, her stomach constricting at the nasty thoughts of Leila and her husband coercing in sexual intercourse in her martial bed. "For you, Christian, I would have given you me."

"You're far too weak for me," Christian remarked with a less than happy note.

Ana's chest lugged it's breaths in a ragged manner, "I am not fucking weak so stop telling me I am! Our past together proved that to me. Everything we went through proved I am not weak." Ana was positively livid at that moment, unable to retain the amount of emotions rushing through her veins at what happened since receiving the call to say her husband had been attacked. "Our past didn't define us like that!"

"You're right," He started, goading her, "Because it's not my past," Christian put his hands in the air and then lowered them.

Ana reached round and allowed the palm of her hand to collide forcefully with Christian's left cheek.

"You'll regret that," Christian words slipped out like ice, his eyes targeting her with malice as he felt the sting in his cheek.

"I don't think so," Ana told him and looked at Leila, running her tongue along the inside of her mouth as she calculated the multiple ways to kill a bitch without getting caught. Sadistically, she thought about a frozen leg of lamb and then afterwards she could cook a meal and feed Christian the murder weapon.

That thought soothed her if only slightly.

"If you don't get out by the time I count to three you're going to wish you had killed me that night in my apartment when you had the opportunity all those years ago!" Ana screamed at Leila making her jump, she then took a careful step towards the slender brunette, "One," she started and Leila looked to Christian for a defence but found none. "Two," Ana took another step, "Don't let me get to three."

Without another word, Leila turned and all but bolted from the apartment. Watching the girl leave with her tail between her legs, Christian watched Ana intently, gauging her behaviour, trying to guess her next move. He wanted answers and he wanted Ana to pay for her actions. He was so close to getting some control and Ana had just taken that right from him all over again. God, if she was his submissive she would be punished to the extent that she wouldn't be able to sit down for a month.

"Why would you do that?" Christian asked as he got up in Ana's face, his breath heated with rage, his eyes hoping to kill a bit more of her soul with how much he loathed her for chasing his piece of ass for the night away.

Ana leaned in at her husband, closing the gap a little more, her eyes just as menacing as his, "I did that because when you get your head together and you remember me, because believe you will remember me, I don't want you to hate yourself for cheating on me. You took vows, Christian. You might not remember them but, that doesn't mean that I forgot them." Just to rile him more, she patted his face and stood up straight, "I won't ever forget how you took your vows and how you looked at me when you did. So forgive me for loving you enough to prevent you making a mistake."

With her piece said, she turned and stalked away, not prepared for another full blown, wall shaking argument. She left him no time to form an attack.

She had to seek some sanctuary and lick her own wounds right now.