Here you go - another chapter of the story!
Thanks to Chris for editing! :)
CHAPTER SIX: MISSING YOU
Do we always follow our rules?
Ana typed on her MacBook as she looked outside of her window.
It was raining outside. Heavily raining, and people were rushing to get home or find somewhere dry.
She drank her wine and thought about her life.
Even though two weeks had passed after her night with Christian, she could not get him out of her head.
He had been so different than all the guys she had had a chance to know in her life.
Even though she had not liked him for his playboy reputation, he was a very caring and thoughtful person. She has helped him make his reputation now. After all, she was one of the girls that had spent a night with him.
Or was she?
Did he wait for all these women at their door for almost six hours? Did he always agree to go to a cheap place and make out on the street?
Ana also did not usually do the same, but he had opened her up. He got her to do things she never thought she would do.
The doorbell rang and Ana knew who had to be there.
"Just a second, Kate!" Ana yelled and closed her MacBook before making her way to the door.
Ana opened the door and there were her two best friends – Kate and wine.
"Anastasia Steele, I am worried about you." Kate said as she walked in and got to the kitchen where she placed a bag full of food.
Ana closed the door, while Kate poured chips in a bowl and opened the bottle of wine.
"You need to tell me what is wrong. You've been acting strange." Kate said and gave Ana a serious look.
"Why would you think there is something wrong?" Ana asked her.
"Because, first, you have been writing about shopping and cooking the past two weeks. It means there is a man. And, second, I got your mail." Kate said smirking at Ana.
Ana laughed and said, "And what does that second thing mean?" Ana knew there could only be magazines or adverts in her mailbox.
Kate took a sip of her wine and said, "Because there is an envelope that is sent from Seattle and signed by Christian Grey."
And at that moment Ana's attention was on Kate's bag.
"Give it to me!" Ana shouted, taking Kate's Chanel quilted red bag and searched for the envelope.
"It is not there. First, tell me why is he writing to you." Kate said and waited for Ana to say something.
"Kate, this is not funny." Ana said, giving Kate a serious look. "Give. Me. The. Letter."
Kate laughed and decided to have some fun with this. "Tell. Me. The. Story."
Ana knew that sometimes they acted if they were teenagers, but she just had to get that letter.
"I had something with him, now give me it!" Ana shouted and demanded for the letter.
Kate just smirked and refilled their glasses with wine. She gave Ana her glass back and looked at her, not taking off the smirk.
Kate smiled and said, "First, tell me what you had with him."
They both sat down and Ana realized she had to open up about it.
"So, the next day after I chose not to call him, remember we went to gym?" As Kate nodded, Ana continued. "And as I was about to go inside, I saw his car waiting for me. I told him to go get another girl, but as I went inside, he still was there. He told me that he did not leave the party with a woman for a hookup. I found out that he actually liked me, very much. And I thought a lot about it, and decided to go on a date with him. We had only a few hours before he had to leave, but we did many things." Ana sighed as she recalled that memorable night.
"So he was the guy you had written about!" Kate exclaimed, taking a sip of the wine. "And with many things you mean?..."
"We had sex. We had the best sex ever until he got a call that he had to go. And then we said goodbye." Ana finished her short story. "And now, I really want to see that letter, Kate, please. I have been thinking about him all week, give it to me."
And with that, Kate took out the letter out of her jacket's pocket and gave it to Ana who ripped it open in less than a few seconds.
Dear Anastasia,
I don't know if you expected for me to call you or not. I hoped you would write about it, but I only found out that I shouldn't wear the new type of pants just because it is modern.
No matter if that night was just a night or something more, I haven't been able to get you out of my head.
You are something special. Something I have never had a chance to deal with.
I hope you haven't found another man yet, and would still like to meet me again.
I want you to visit me – how does next Friday sound to you? I will send my plane for you, don't worry, you won't have to think about anything.
I just want to see you.
Desperate for you and hoping to receive a positive answer,
Christian Grey
Ana's lips had formed in a huge smile as she finished the letter.
This man... He was something.
And as Kate took the letter out of Ana's hand, she also started to smile.
"Oh my God, Ana! Do you know how fucking lucky you are? You are so accepting this." Kate said and hugged her best friend.
Ana smiled because she knew she totally would accept this.
Dear Christian,
First, I want to tell you how much I like receiving real letters.
See, I wrote about fashion because I didn't want to write how much one particular man has been on my mind.
So, yes, Mr. Grey, I am willing to accept your offer.
I would love to see Seattle.
And you.
Anastasia Steele
She read her letter for the last time before she put it into an envelope and gave it to the woman at the post office.
She was not ashamed of liking him.
She was not a woman to hide her emotions and feelings.
The smile on her face grew brighter as she stopped in a lingerie store on her way home from the post office – it seemed she now had a reason to shop there.
For her trip.
And she would wear the beige satin lingerie set next Friday.
"Toiletries, make up, lingerie, passport, phone charger, iPad, red shoes, black dress, jeans, tee shirt, little purse…" Ana said and looked at all the things on her bed, and one after another she put them into her suitcase.
After ten minutes, she had finished packing and she had to do the most important thing – get herself ready for the long weekend, as Christian had told her.
She straightened her hair and put on light make up, with the exception of red lipstick that would look good with her beige dress.
And of course she had one of her most beautiful pair of shoes on.
She looked perfect she thought to herself. Probably not very suited for autumn, but it had to be sunny there as she had checked.
Ana looked out of the window since it was already three, of course, the car he had sent for her was already there.
He had sent her the details in email, and as Ana got to know, she only would have to get in the black Audi, and the rest she would be told to do.
She took her suitcase and got out of her apartment.
As she opened the door, the driver was there to help her with the luggage.
"Oh, thank you." She said to the man, who quickly put the bag inside the trunk and opened the door for her.
She spent the ride checking her messages and posting a tweet, since Jane had suggested she has to available on the web in many ways.
It is time for a little weekend getaway! She tweeted.
She typed on her iPhone and added a picture of her dress on the hanger and her suitcase and shoes under it.
She wondered if Christian had also subscribed to her twitter page.
As she found out, Christian also had a twitter, but that must be for PR reasons – just official information about the charities he supports, and he is only following his sister and brother who seem to have normal accounts and his mother, who, as Ana found out, was a very respectable woman.
The rest of the ride, Ana looked out of the window, admiring New York.
The car started to slow down and she was surprised when the car parked in front of a private jet.
Grey Enterprises Inc. Ana said loud.
The driver got out and opened the door for her and as she got out, took out her luggage and gave it to another man.
"Miss Steele, please follow me." A lady that must be a flight attendant, said as she lead Ana to the plane.
She had never experienced this kind of luxury – she had flown in first class, but this was a whole new level. The seats, the interior, even from outside the plane looked amazing.
But the most amazing thing was the feeling Ana had now – flying to another state, to a wonderful man.
Even though she didn't know why he invited her, she felt good about it.
Did he actually want something with her?
Maybe he just called for sex? But he could do that with any other woman closer to him.
"Yes, thank you." Ana said as another flight attendant distracted her from these thoughts by offering a glass of champagne.
No matter what happens, this was an experience. An experience that she doubted if any other man would ever give her.
She would never be with a man just because of his money, but she couldn't deny that this felt pretty good to be in a private plane, drinking champagne, looking out of the window as she sat in her very comfortable chair.
Ana was not interested in Christian's wealth but was more interested why he found her so special that he sent his private plane to New York and back for her. What was the idea of this?
Because she couldn't believe that a man like him, liked her and was actually wanted to be with her.
Knowing his reputation, that would be impossible.
