Husband number three

We see how Flynn goes away and leaves the library, outside Taylor escorts him to the elevator. Christian keeps holding me but doesn't speak. Perhaps this terrible episode has served to further understand each other. It's funny that we both are always thinking that one is going to leave. Maybe we have more things in common than we thought.

He hugs me, takes me in his arms and carries me to our bedroom. I usually hate to be carried, but I am so tired that the heat from his body relaxes and comforts me.

He sits in the bed, I'm still in his arms and he doesn't let go, God, how good it is here. His heat starts to wake me up, he is not moving, but I have an incredible need to kiss him. My hands come to life and start to caress his arms, strong, firm; that permitted area that is a delight itself. I barely brushed him with the pads of my fingers, but I feel like his body is tense behind me.

He holds me tight, but I want to break free, I need to, gently, I move and turn to face him. I feel his erection against my body and I know that I don't need more.

"Are you sure?" Christian says, I interrupt and surprised him with a passionate kiss, and stick my tongue in his open mouth, still talking.

My hands tangle in his hair and pull it; his hands strip me in a second, while still kissing me. He leaves my mouth and moves lower, kissing my neck, my collarbone, keeps going down slowly, to my breasts. He bites and sucks my nipple with his tongue soft and warm. My body trembles, my hands move down and settle on his butt, pressing him closer to me. Meanwhile, he has changed to my other breast and gently tortures it. His hands have moved down to my pussy and his fingers rub my clit till making me explode.

I gasp and say his name: "Christian, please". He doesn't answer and puts his mouth on my clit, I can't take it anymore and as soon as I feel his touch, I broke into a thousand pieces, shaking. Then he sits up and kisses me softly, while I feel how his penis finds the way and sweetly penetrates me. Our bodies sway, rub and increase their speed. I gasp and hold my breath, feeling the muscles in my body tensed, anticipating my big bang while shouting his name. I feel how he reaches his climax and screams "Ana" before falling over me. We hugged for a while. We fit perfectly and I would like to stay here, but Christian has already moved out of me and looks at me smiling.

"That was some good vanilla sex, wasn't it Ana? I smile and reply: "Very appropriate".

"Anything you want to tell me?" Silence. "You know you can talk about whatever you want".

Finally I decide, and with eyes flooded with tears I reply: "Thank you".

"Oh baby, there's nothing you have to thank me. I'm the one who has to thank you, for letting me be part of your wonderful world. You know you could not prevent the death of your father, he did not abandon you, and he loved you ... like me."

I cannot hold back the tears running silently down my cheeks. "Do not leave me" I babble, "Never" he answers and our lips get together in another kiss.

- oOo-

The wonderful closet that Christian has bought me doesn't hold any interest for me today. I pick a couple of things that I have already worn. I know they match, so I don't have to think about it. Christian looks at me frowning, I don't want to talk, so I give him my back to start my ritual.

"Ana, sweetheart, are you alright?" I lie: "Yes Christian" I answer. There's a little silence, and I feel him move behind me: "You are beautiful Miss Steel… You know that you don't have to go to work, Ana". He hugs me from behind; I close my eyes and answer: "Let's not relived old arguments, you know I have to go to work, I like what I do and there are a couple of gossipers that I have to keep quiet. Since the bought of SIP came public, everything has been harder for me".

"Ana, you don't have to prove anything to anyone. How many times do I have to tell you this", he has that dark look at the edge of anger.

"But I want to do it, and end of the discussion. Remember that I have a session with Flynn, will you go for me or do I have to settle with Prescott?" I smile. His look changes with understanding.

"Wait for me; I'll go pick you up". He hugs me and kisses my forehead.

I pick my purse and go to pick up my lunch. Mrs. Jones is waiting for me with a paper bag. I love Gail's lunches and I remember it when I open my bag at lunchtime and taste the surprises that his woman sends me every day. It is a blessing, without a doubt.

The day passes quickly. Between manuscripts and emails I have barely check my email. Before leaving I feel my Black berry buzzing, it's an email from Christian.

To: Anastasia Steele

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Yours forever

Anastasia,

I haven't stop thinking about your sad eyes this morning. This is a commitment that I want to make with you, because I need you to know for sure what I feel about you.

Before you came into my life, I only knew one kind of relationship. An empty relationship based only in my own satisfaction, but from the day you tumble into my office, my life changed. My eyes and my heart are only yours. I will never leave you; I will be with you for as long as you want me. I know what it feels like to be without you and I don't want to feel like that ever again. Are we together in this?

Yours forever,

Christian

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprise Holdings, INC.

Oh Christian, my lost boy, my fifty shades, my man, mine forever. I sigh and grab my stuff.

-oOo-

Once out of SIP I slow my steps, I don't want to be late to Flynn's office. It's been a week since my hypnosis and I know that there are some questions that I need to answer, and I'm not sure if I want to keep digging in my past. I have Christian forever, what else do I need?

"Good afternoon Ana" Flynn greets me.

"Good afternoon John" I answer forcing a smile.

"Before you ask anything John, there is something I want to talk to you about. Since last week I haven't stop thinking about everything that happened when I was a child. I think we both know that our parent's actions marked us for life, but I never thought that they could determine our behavior.

I know my father's accident wasn't my fault, I know that I could not have helped it. For those rare designs, his time had come, just like it wasn't Christian's time when… when his mother died or when it was the uhh… accident of Charly Tango. I grew up without my biological father; I don't remember anything from him, nor even his arms or his voice. But what happened last week, just explains my fear of abandon.

When I was 4 or 5 years old, I got sick. Nothing so especial, just what kids always have, fever, vomiting. At that time, mom was married with Ray. The good Ray; I think he had never seen a sick child. I can't remember, but I suppose he offered me a cup of tea, ha ha. Instead, my mom didn't even move from my side. She took care of me day and night while I was delirious with fever. That is unconditional love and my family was complete then.

But, as much as I wanted to, Ray wasn't the perfect man for my mom and sooner rather than later, everything end. As you know John, I think of Ray as my father, I guess because of all the years we spent together and because of his love, unconditional for me. But mom wasn't born to be alone and soon after, she had a new boyfriend, a new husband. Husband number three. Nor mom or I like to talk about him; I guess because he changed the relationship we used to have.

I always felt like a holdback in that man's life. The day he met me, he told mom: "Anastasia, what a beautiful name for such a horrendous old bird" and although my mom laughed thinking it was a joke, I knew it was true. He was very handsome, with beautiful green eyes and strong arms. His judgment, "horrendous old bird", was like a stab to me. I was at that age when I wanted men to look at me, but with that comment he shattered all my illusion. Mom has always been more attractive than me, but I was younger, that was supposed to give me advantage, right? Not that I wanted to compete with my mom... maybe I did, I don't know. What I do know, is that I didn't need a rejection like that.

One day I got sick, just like when I was a child, with fever and delirium. When he came home, I was wrapped up on the couch, watching TV. He looked at me, but didn't see me… invisible, I was like that to him and I guess that kept me calm. But suddenly, he got anger and walk to where I was…"

I can't keep going; I have a lump in my throat that doesn't let me breathe. John has sit next to me and holds my hand: "He came to where you were and what Ana?"

"He took me by my arms and pulled his face to mine. There was fury in his eyes. Between fear and the fever I was shaking. He pulled his mouth to mine… I remember the green in his eyes so… intense. When I thought he was going to kiss me, he threw me against the door of my room. I cut my head and start bleeding, but he didn't move. He looked at me with a weird smile on his lips. I had the feeling that he was mocking me. I stood up as I could and went to my room.

When mom came home, he greeted her as if nothing had happened. When she asked about me, he said that I was in my room and that I hadn't gone out in all afternoon. That was true, I din did not want to meet that green-eyed monster again. I was in my bed, with a cut in my forehead by the blow and with a high fever. Mom knew that something wasn't right, she asked me about the cut, about him, but I lied, I told her that I had stumbled in the bathroom because of the fever. I have never been a good liar, that's why I think she suspected something and felt really hurt with me for lying. She left my room and didn't come back… I never knew if it was because she was mad at me or because the third husband didn't allowed her.

"Ana, what do you think was his intention when he grabbed you from the couch?" Flynn asked interested.

"His intention? I don't know. Some days I think he wanted to kiss me and others, to show me how much he despised me. I would like to know what you think about it John?"

The good Flynn had to think about it and then he answered, "I think he was a man tormented by his instincts, he probably loved your mother, but he liked you, even though you were almost a child. I think he was about to fall that evening when he saw you alone and fragile, but he controlled himself as best he could, but that hurt you. What do you think now Ana?"

"Either you're crazy or you're right, I cannot get decided, John." I said seriously.

"Well Ana, you have a week to think about it and let me know. What happened with the third husband after that?" He asked me, but I got tense while searching for any excuse to leave, I think it was enough for today.

"It's time Flynn and Christian is waiting for me", I sighed.

"Well, let's not keep Mr. Grey waiting then. Goodbye Anastasia".

"See you next time John".

Just as he promised, Christian was waiting for me at the lobby of the office. He was wearing an elegant black suit, God, what a handsome men. He does look like an important executive today. But his eyes are cold. Shit, what did I do this time? Mentally I checked my routine, I did not went out alone, much to my regret, Prescott went with me everywhere, I did what I said, left the office and came straight to Flynn's, God! What's with the face! What did I do wrong?

Christian greeted Flynn with a handshake and saw the confusion in my eyes. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me to his body. Downstairs Taylor was waiting for us in the SUV. Christian still hasn't opened his mouth. He opened my door to get on the car and then slide right next to me by the other side.

I took a deep breath and let go. "Is something wrong Christian?" Quietly, he looked at mw for a while. His eyes cold and distant: "Why do you ask? Should be something wrong?" His voice was almost as cold as his eyes. "Well, I don't know, you could tell me! Why are you looking at me like you don't know me? Did I do something? Because this time, I swear that I have no idea what could have been!" Silence. "Well, if you haven't done anything, then there's nothing wrong". I could not take it anymore, "enough Christian! Can you tell me what did I do wrong? So we end up with the hints for once ". "Well" he began "it's actually something you didn't do…" Again I ran a mile a minute the whole day in my mind, without finding a fault or lack of commitment until, oh, oh, his email. I looked at him again and his eyes weren't cold anymore, instead they were sad, disappointed. Of course, I didn't answer his email; this is so bad, I'm so dumb, I hurt the feelings of the man I love.

"Oh, I see, I didn't answer your email. Is it because of that? Christian didn't answer. Of course that is it. I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed into his lap to look into his eyes. I took his chin and forced him to look at me. "I love you" I say, and with eyes wide open, I kiss him.