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Christian and I sat at the kitchen breakfast nook for what seemed like hours. We talked about everything from family and life, to what we wanted to do after high school. I confided in him about my therapy sessions and he was shocked because he went to the same therapist. I couldn't believe it, the man whom I was infatuated with, was just as broken as myself. Then the question came that I didn't really want to answer. What happened to my mother?
"She died last year" I said no emotion in my voice. Christian looked puzzled and seemed to choose his next words carefully.
" Why do you say it like that, what happened?" He said anxiously awaiting my response.
" Carla left Ray and I when I was five. She just woke up one morning, "went to the store", and never came back. Ray was devastated and lost without my mother, he didn't know what to do. After a year or so, he hired a private investigator, who told him that she was living in Florida married to a new man. Ray's immediate response was to file for divorce and take sole custody of me. Carla didn't fight anything and relinquish all rights to me. A year ago Ray received a letter in the mail without a return address stating that Carla had died in a car accident near Orlando. She was drunk and alone, and I was motherless." When I finished my story, I looked at Christian, he seemed to absorb the tale of Carla Steele.
Christian then stood up and held me in his arms, and that was all I needed to let the tears flow. Wiping my tears away, he kissed me with all the passion that I knew he felt for me. I grew weak and my knees began to shake. I could feel his heart quicken and his breathing took on a whole new rhythm. Stopping to look at me I could see the need in his eyes. Wanting the same thing I nodded my head with permission to his unspoken question. Christian growled deep in his throat and lifted me on the table. He took off my shirt and vest, and began with the button of my jeans. Wait a minute I kept saying to myself, you can't do this, you can't get hurt again.
"Stop" I said trying to catch my breath. "If we are going to do this I only want this as two friends who casually have sex" Christian seemed shocked and stopped what he was doing.
"I really don't want anything like that, I've done this type of agreement before, I didn't like it." Christian started rubbing the back of his neck and I knew this was touchy territory.
"Look Christian, I was hurt too and I can't go through that either. I just don't want a relationship now, can you respect that?" I looked into his grey eyes waiting.
"I can" he said an understanding flashed across his face " just promise not to fall in love with me."
"Please Christian you think too highly of yourself, I don't fall in love." I said trying to unbutton his blue jeans.
" So friends it is then?" Christian said undoing the button on his pants.
"Yep, now get over here and polish the silver" and that was the start of a beautiful friendship.
The next morning I awoke in Christian's bed. The light flooded the room and I was able to get a good look inside. The bed was a queen size mattress with a dark wooden poster bed frame. The walls decorated with posters of rock bands spanning the last four decades. There was everyone from Led Zeppelin to U2. I'm not a big fan of U2 myself, but I won't hold it against him.I sat up and continued to look at the layout of his room. There was shaggy tan carpet a matching dresser to the bed and a desk facing the window that overlooked the lake next to the house.
I gazed over at the man, who made my toes curl last night. He was still sleeping, hair a muss and lips parted just slightly. This was a real Kodak moment and with that I found my phone next to the bed and took a picture of him sleeping.
The sound of my shutter must have woke him up because he smiled up at me and rolled on his back. He was still naked and glorious. Christian had abdominal definition and a leading down to this...well you get the idea. I snapped one more picture, careful to hide the shutter noise.
"Good Morning Ms. Steele" he said stretching out on the bed.
" Morning Christian. Did you sleep well?" I said tossing my phone on the ground to get rid of the evidence.
"After the exercise of last night, that was the best sleep I have ever had"
"We aim to please Mr. Grey." I said getting out of bed to find my clothing. He pushed himself up and admired my slim physique licking his lips with want. I looked at him and shot a surprised look.
" I don't think so Christian, you made me so sore that I don't think I'll walk right for a week." he laughed a very sexy laugh and fell back on the bed.
" Do you think Kate and Elliot are still here?" I said pulling on my jeans and shirt.
"Yes I heard them going at it this morning, while you were sleeping"
" That girl has no shame, we really need to have a heart to heart after this" I grabbed my purse and opened the door. "Which way is Elliot's room?"
He looked up from putting on pajama bottoms and pointed to the right. I walked down to Elliot's room and saw that the door was still closed. I knocked as Christian was walking out of his room to join me.
"Fuck off" he said not caring who it was. I looked at Christian, my lips pursed in a tight line. That is it I'm pissed now.
I hit the door harder this time screaming for Elliot to open the damn door or I was coming in. My f. buddy was now clutching his stomach laughing as Elliot opened the door wearing nothing but boxer briefs.
" Holy Shit Ana!" I didn't know you could be so vicious.
" You have no idea, but you might get a glimpse if Kate is not out here so I can go home."
"Coming Ana, sorry I was getting dressed" I smiled at her sarcastically and walked down the stairs not waiting for her to follow. We were soon outside the sun was creeping up higher in the sky.
"Christian I'll come back later and help you clean up. This sure does seem like a daunting task" I winked trying to give him a clue to my true motives.
" Sounds like a plan" He hugged me and I got into the car closing the door behind me. Kate was exchanging kisses with Elliot and I thought I heard something about seeing him later. She too, sat in the car and switched the ignition on. The engine purred and we pulled out of the Grey's driveway.
When we arrived home, Kate shot up the stairs to her room. I knew she was avoiding the question that I wanted to ask her while we were there.
"Katherine Kavanagh you wait right there. I think we need to talk" I said my stern voice seemed to stop her in her tracks. She turned around, head held low and walked back downstairs."Can you please explain to me your thought process last night." My arms folded across my chest indicating that I was not taking her shit today.
" Well, you see Ana. When you and I separated at the party, I saw Elliot and all he could say to me was how sorry he was about how they broke-up. "You know how bad it ended Ana, it felt so good to hear him say sorry. I was putty in his hands when I found myself in the coat closet. We stopped when some kid outside the door said that Christian was going to get into a fight."
I just sat there and listened to her trying to explain the decisions that lead her to Elliot. When I remembered that she didn't judge me when I was down and out, so why should I.
"It's fine Kate, I was just hurt that you left me alone." That's what I knew it boiled down to, me being hurt. Besides if that had not happened then I would not have had the most mind-blowing sex ever.
" So Ana, may I ask what you and Christian did last night" she winked as I now walked to the stairs.
"All I will tell you Kate is that I bared my soul to him last night" she followed me to my room and sat on my bed as I turned on the radio. The Beatles played in the background while I grabbed clothes to take a shower. " Kate, I just don't want to be hurt and so I propositioned him with a friends with benefits idea" her mouth dropped open, but quickly recovered.
"I know that Jacob really messed you up but that just has bad idea written all over it" this was the last thing she said before getting off my bed and walking out of my room leaving me to take a shower.
I arrived at Christian house around noon, their house looked as magnificent as it did last night. I was right, it did look like something right out of the text of Gatsby. The house, built in the twenties, was renovated enough to have some modern amenities. Beautiful white brick, with gold paint to accent the trim. The entry window had original stain glass with the house numbers still on them. It was breathtaking, the amount of detail that went into this house. Kate said that some rich oil man moved the house brick by brick from the east coast to the west.
"The Greys took possession when the house was in a state of disrepair." she finished as she pulled up to Elliot and Christian waiting for us. I stepped out of the car only for Elliot to get in and Kate drove off before I could get one word out. Sly Kavanagh is up to something.
"Hi" I said to Christian. He smiled and lead me through the front door of the house.
"I'm sorry Ana but Elliot and I cleaned up so the day is for us." He said with a knowing smile and I bit my lower lip and pounced on him. He held me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, and walked up stairs to his bedroom.