Me and Mr. Grey…...Part 17
Brenda stretched, sat up, and looked out of the window. The curtains were open, and the sun was shining. It was a beautiful day. Christian was already gone. She wasn't sure if he'd left, or was in the penthouse somewhere. She got up and went into the bathroom. After brushing her teeth, she headed to Brayden's room. It was Saturday, so he didn't have school.
She opened his room door, but he was gone.
She closed the door and walked towards the kitchen.
She heard voices.
She walked into the kitchen, and saw Christian and Brayden sitting at the counter eating breakfast.
She smiled. "Good morning."
Brayden looked up. "Mommy!"
She walked over, hugged, and planted a kiss on top of his head.
She ran her fingers through Christian's hair. And walked around the counter, to pour herself a cup of coffee.
She added sugar and milk, and took a sip. "So, what's on the agenda today?"
Christian stood up. "I have to meet with Elena, and then nothing after that."
Brenda glared at him. She wanted to do and say more, but Brayden was sitting there.
Christian winked at her.
At that moment Miss Jones walked in. "Good morning, Brenda."
"Morning, Miss Jones."
Christian drunk the rest of his vegetable juice. "I need to go and shower, I don't want to be late."
Brayden was done, so Christian helped him out of his seat. He ran off to play with Tango.
Brenda asked Miss Jones to keep an eye on Brayden, and she followed Christian out of the kitchen.
They are inside the bathroom. Christian is undressing and getting into the shower. Brenda leaned back on the counter.
"I really hate that you are meeting Elena."
He turned on the water. "Brenda, it's just business."
"I don't care, you know she wants you. And I don't trust her."
He soaped up, and looked over at her. "You trust me don't you?"
"Of course I do."
"Why don't you just come with me, I don't care."
"No, I would never do that. And plus I don't want to see her, she makes my skin itch."
He laughed. "Elena is harmless."
"Yeah right. She'd love to suck the harmless right out of you."
He shook his head and grinned, then turned off the water. She watched as he exited the shower. "The only lips I want on me are yours. Even if it is….only once a month."
"Very funny Grey."
"Why don't you like giving me…IT special attention?"
"I don't mind, I just need to be in the mood. If I don't feel like doing it, I'm not going to."
After drying off, he started rubbing lotion all over his body. "Trust me I know." He grabbed his manhood. "You don't like him?"
"No, I love him. I just don't want it in my mouth everyday."
She walked over and rubbed lotion all over his back.
He turned. "Thanks." And kissed her hard, pulling on her bottom lip. "Baby, I'd lick you morning, noon, and night."
She grinned. "I don't doubt that. You are a freak. So, what are you doing, after you leave that old hag's office?"
"Coming home. I want to take Brayden flying today. I didn't want to tell you in the kitchen."
Brenda's eyes lit up. "Really? Finally?"
"Yes. I haven't forgotten. I just didn't want to take him, as soon as he got to Seattle. I wanted us to develop a relationship first. I didn't want that to be the reason he warmed up to me."
She reached up and caressed his cheek. "Babe, he's going to be so excited."
"Don't tell him, I want to surprise him."
She gave him a military salute. "Yes, sir."
"If I didn't have to go, I'd make you assume the position."
She laughed.
Christian got dressed and left…...
Brenda bent down. "Ok, Brayden open your eyes!"
Brayden opened his eyes. "Wow! A Real Helicopter!" He just stood there looking at it. He didn't move.
Christian got eye level with him. "Would you like to look inside?"
Brayden grabbed Brenda's leg, and held on tight. "I think he's scared Christian."
Christian grabbed Brayden's hand. "Don't be scared. I promise we won't turn it on. We are just going to just look, ok?"
Brayden nodded.
They walked over to the helicopter. Christian showed Brayden the inside. Brenda could tell he was a little overwhelmed, and really scared.
Christian was trying to give Brayden the opportunity to get comfortable, but he was simply not ready to go flying. He would have to bring him back, and work his way up to that point.
They spent some time looking at the different parts of the helicopter, before leaving.
After leaving they went to the zoo, and then had lunch at one of those family fun centers. Christian had never been to anything like that. There were so many children, but Brayden was having the time of his life, which made him happy. By the time they left, Brayden was exhausted so they headed home…..
It's later on that night, Brayden is in bed. Brenda and Christian are in the TV room. Brenda is watching TV, and Christian is reading.
After her movie went off, she turned off the TV. Christian looked up at her. "Are you ready for bed?"
She yawned and stretched. "Yes."
He smiled. "Are you tired?"
"I am. We've had a long day. But it was fun."
"I agree."
They both stand. He grabbed her hand, and they head to their room.
They are in bed. Brenda is trying to go to sleep. She felt Christian's hand slip into her panties. She reached down and removed it. "I'm too tired. Not tonight."
"Brenda it's been two days."
"I'll make it up to you, I promise." She turned and kissed him. "Night Babe."
"Oh hell f*cking no. Don't night Baby me. It's been two f*cking days Brenda. And I need you."
She yawned. "Christian, just go to sleep. You'll be fine."
"Brenda, I'm sick of this sh*t."
She yawned again. "I know Baby."
He sat up. "You're not even listening to me." He got out of bed and left...
It's the next morning. Brenda woke up and found Christian gone. She got up and took a shower, then headed to Brayden's room. She had no idea where Christian was. Maybe he was working out or something.
Brenda and Brayden have just finished breakfast. She was in the process of cleaning the kitchen, when she heard Brayden.
"Hello Christian."
She turned and smiled. "Morning."
He smiled at Brayden. "Good morning." He looked briefly at Brenda. "Morning."
She grinned and rolled her eyes. She knew he was still angry about last night, but she didn't care.
It's a couple of hours later. Brayden is playing with his toys, and Brenda was having trouble deciding which color to paint the master bathroom, in their new house. She got up and headed to Christian's office.
She opened the door. "Babe, which one of these colors do you like?"
Christian was on a business call, and he was not happy to see her. He muted the phone. "Brenda, just choose whatever…I don't care."
She walked up to his desk. "Christian, it's your house too and I really want your input."
"Brenda, would you just choose the motherf*cking color, and get out! I'm on the phone!"
Brenda couldn't believe he just said that to her. She threw the sheets of color at him. Reached over and snatched the receiver out of his hand, and threw it against the wall. "F*ck you!" She stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard, a painting fell.
Christian stood up. "Dammit Brenda!" He picked up his other phone, and redialed the number...
Brenda was tired of dealing with his mood swings. She also had enough of him thinking, he could say anything he wanted to her.
She dressed herself, then Brayden and left. She took Tango with them...
After getting off his business call, Christian went looking for Brenda. He was still pissed that she snatched the phone out of his hands. He looked all over, but didn't see her or Brayden.
He called her cell phone, but there was no answer...
Brenda, Brayden, and Tango ended up going over to Diana's. Christian called and often, but she refused to take any of his phone calls. He called Diana, but Brenda asked her to lie. Diana didn't feel good about it, but she did as asked.
Brenda made sure it was late when they returned. It was well after nine when they got home.
There was no sign of Christian. She put Brayden to bed, and headed into their room.
Christian was not in there either. She showered and got into bed. She wondered where he could be. Maybe he was in his office. She decided to go down and see. She got out of bed, and headed in that direction. To her surprise he wasn't in there either. She checked other areas of the apt, but still didn't see him. She went back in their room and got into bed.
She tried to go to sleep but couldn't. It was getting later and later, and Christian still hadn't come home.
It was after one, when she heard their room door open. They locked eyes.
She looked away. He went into the bathroom.
It was apparent that he'd been somewhere, because he looked nice. She didn't even want to know where. She got out of bed, grabbed a blanket and a pillow, then left.
Christian came out the bathroom, and found her gone. He was really getting sick of this sh*t.
He found her in the TV room. "Brenda, why did you leave?"
"We can talk in the morning."
"No, we are going to talk right now."
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Brenda, you are really pissing me off."
"Christian, guess what, I don't give a f*ck."
"Well, you better start giving a f*ck, I want to know where you've been all day."
"None of your business."
Christian was livid, and frustrated because he had no control over this situation. He needed control, like he needed air.
She sat up. "And where were you? I mean it's after one."
"None of your business."
"You make me sick."
"I feel the same way about your a**."
Brenda fell back on the pillow, and turned her back to him. "I'm done talking to you."
"F*ck it, fine" Christian left.
He went into the room, and closed the door.
He stood there for a moment, then turnaround and headed back out of the room.
He made his way back to the TV room. He was about to open the door, when it swung open. Brenda was standing there.
"I don't want to fight, Brenda."
"Me either."
"Just come on, let's go to bed."
She nodded.
He grabbed her hand, and led her back to their bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, he grabbed and kissed her hard. She could tell he was still angry and frustrated. He walked her over to the bed, and moved behind her. He pulled her shorts, and underwear down her legs. Stopping to kiss both her a** cheeks. He pushed her face down on the bed.
*smack*
She moaned, when she felt his hand strike her a**. He rubbed it, and then hit it again. He didn't stop there, he continued, and hit her a couple more times. Her a** was throbbing.
She turned. "Christian, stop. It's not turning me on. It hurts. Are you trying to hurt me?"
He didn't say anything.
His eyes were dark.
Brenda got up, and pulled her bottoms back on. "Christian, let's just go to sleep."
He didn't say anything, they both just got into bed. Brenda turned her back to him. That whole episode freaked her out. (Was he really trying to punish her?)
It was like he had a different personality for every day of the week. Sometimes he could be so nice. There were times when he would be so sad. And the rest he was demanding and very controlling.
Christian knew he had scared her, he didn't mean to. He moved behind her. "Brenda, if I hurt you I'm sorry."
She turned. "What was that? It was like you were trying to punish me or something."
"Maybe I was."
"Christian, you can't punish me. I'm an adult just like you are. Free to make my own choices, just like you. Sometimes it feels like you think you own me. Like we aren't partners at all."
"Brenda, I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel that way. I have issues with control."
"Are you still seeing your therapist?"
"I haven't been in awhile."
"Well, you should go back. I don't think you are crazy, but you have a lot of demons, that you need to get passed. And I'm sorry for not telling you where I was going. And not answering your calls. But I was at Diana's."
"I figured that. And I started to come over there."
"Where were you?"
"I met Elliot, at the bar."
"Christian, the only thing I'm asking, is you treat me like your equal, and not like I'm beneath you. You have to watch how you talk to me. You are brutal sometimes."
"I'm sorry Baby." He pulled her to him, and kissed her. "Does your a** hurt?"
"A little."
"Flip over."
He got up, and went into the bathroom. She flipped on her stomach.
She looked back at him, as he approached the bed, holding a tube of something. He pulled her bottoms back off.
"I'm going to make it feel a little better."
He pushed her shirt up and kissed her back. He moved down her body, and kissed both her a** cheeks. They were really red. He moved down, and pushed her legs apart. Then pressed his tongue against her button, applying just enough pressure to drive her insane. He then started sweeping his tongue against it.
"Oooh, Christian."
He massage her a**, while his tongue disappeared inside her.
She closed her eyes. "Oooh Baby."
His tongue made her climax twice. To her surprise he didn't even try to have sex with her. He put some cream on her a**, and covered her up.
He moved next to her, leaned over and kissed her.
"Christian, that was really nice, but I want you."
He didn't say a word, he threw the covers back, removed his underwear, and took his place behind her. She was still lying on her stomach. He pushed her legs together, placed his legs on either side of her, then slid his length in between her a** cheeks, moving back and forward. That was driving her insane.
"Christian, please Baby."
He moved down to her opening. He didn't enter her, he just rubbed himself against her slickness.
After teasing her for awhile, he placed the tip at her opening. "Brenda, push back on it."
She lifted her a** and pushed back against him, he disappeared inside of her. They both moaned.
He massaged her a**, and pushed himself deep into her. Her ass was still sore, but the combination of pain and pleasure made her climax again. Christian moaned, pulled out, and came all over her back.
She felt the warm liquid hit her skin. "And this never ending porno continues."
He laughed, got up, and went into the bathroom to get a towel….
The next day flew by. Brenda took Brayden to preschool, and met with the interior decorator.
After her meeting ended, she stopped by the salon, and got her hair trimmed and colored.
She didn't have to get Brayden, because Christian was picking him up. So, after leaving she went home.
Brenda walked into the penthouse, and made her way into the kitchen.
Miss Jones was inside cooking.
"Hello."
Miss Jones turned. "Hello."
Brenda picked up an apple. "Have Christian and Brayden made it home yet?"
"I think their in Brayden's room."
"Ok, thanks."
Brenda headed in that direction.
She opened the door. And spotted them sitting on the floor, playing with Brayden's cars.
Brayden looked up. "Mommy!" He jumped up and ran over to her. She picked him up, and kissed him.
"Hello Sweetheart."
"Your hair looks pretty Mommy."
"Thanks"
He wiggled out of her arms, and ran back over to his toys.
Christian stood up.
She smiled. "Hey."
He walked up to her. "Hey." He kissed her. "Your hair looks nice."
"Thanks Babe."
"So nice, I'm taking you out for dinner. Miss Jones is going to watch Brayden."
She smiled. "Really? Like a real date?"
He took the apple out of her hand, took a bite, and handed it back to her. "I don't date, remember?"
She laughed. "So you say. So what time is our non date?"
"Six, so we can be back early enough, to tuck Brayden in."
She ran her fingers through his dark hair. "Ok. How should I dress?"
"Nice."
She smiled. "Prom nice or dinner nice?"
He laughed. "One of these days, I'm going to say prom."
She grinned. "Oh, I have a prom dress. Don't temp me."
"I believe you, but you're not wearing it tonight. Dinner nice is fine."
"Ok. Well I'm going to spend sometime with Brayden, before we leave."
He nodded. "That makes both of us."
Brenda sat on the floor, and Christian followed.
Brayden preceded to give them instructions on how to play cars...
Christian ended up taking her to the same restaurant, they went to, on their first dinner date.
They are eating and making small talk.
"Babe do you realize, this is the first time we've been out, in a very long time?"
"I know. And you look stunning."
She smiled. "Thanks."
Brenda had on dark red, fit and flare dress. It was short, and made her legs look so incredibly long. Christian thought she looked beautiful, and apparently everyone else did too, because they kept looking at her. Which was pissing him off.
She reached over and grabbed his hand. "Are you ok?"
He looked up at her. "Yes, why do you ask?"
"You look aggravated."
He sipped his wine. "I'm fine. Is your food ok?"
"It's delicious."
"Brenda, I'm sorry about yesterday."
"Me too. We should have talked it out. I didn't mean to disappear."
"I shouldn't have snapped at you. You were right, I should never talk to you like that. But it's how I've been communicating for years."
"I understand, but Babe, I'm your wife. Not your employee."
"I know. And I'm not trying to make excuses. But I promise to work on it."
She nodded. "Ok."
After they finished their dinner, Brenda excused herself and went to the bathroom.
She's on the way back.
Christian noticed quite a few men stealing looks. She is beautiful, he knew that when he married her. But he still wanted to get up, and punch every last one of them.
Brenda sat down. And the waiter brought out their dessert.
Christian didn't want any, so he watched her eat. "I don't think some of these motherf*ckers realize you are married."
She ate some of her cake. "Why do you say that?"
"Because they keep staring at you."
"So, but I'm staring at you."
"I know, It's just getting on my nerves."
"It shouldn't. You should be happy someone else thinks I'm attractive."
Christian laughed. "No that does not make me happy."
"Babe they can look, as long as they don't touch. Women look at you all of the time, doesn't bother me."
"We are two different people. I don't want them to look, touch, talk, or any motherf*cking thing else."
She laughed. "You are so territorial."
"Yep."
She held up her left hand. "My ring should say property of Christian Grey. Do not talk, touch, or look at."
He laughed. "I can find an engraver."
She grinned. And ate a spoonful of ice cream. He was watching her, and she was watching him.
She reached over and started playing with his hand. "You are so hot."
He intertwined his fingers with hers. "I feel the same way about you."
She licked her spoon clean. "Babe, I'm ready to go home. And once we get there. I'm going to suck you dry. And then I want you to f*ck me until I beg you to stop."
He grinned. "I won't stop even if you beg me."
She laughed.
Christian looked at their waiter, and signaled for the check...
It's later on that night. They are in bed. Christian's head is resting on her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair.
He kissed her stomach. "I never in a million years, thought I'd be married, and have a child."
"What did you want out of life, before us?"
"Money and Power."
She looked down at him. "You never wanted anyone to share your life with?"
"Nope."
She sighed. "I just find that so hard to believe."
"It's the truth."
"Babe, do you ever miss your old life? Honestly."
"No, there is nothing to miss."
"You don't miss your playroom…..sometimes?"
He dipped his tongue into her navel. "No. Our bedroom is all the playroom I need."
She laughed.
*silence*
"Christian, I have never told you this, but I think you are really doing a good job with Brayden. We have our problems, but you never lose control with him."
"And I never will. He will have a wonderful childhood, if it kills me. I know what affect having f*cked up parents can have on a child. Look at me."
"You turned out fine, in spite of it all."
"No I didn't. Yes, I have money and I'm successful, but that sh*t still haunts me. Like I hate not being in control, and it's because I was helpless as a child. I was at the mercy of a bunch of motherf*ckers, who didn't give a damn about me."
"You were just a child. There isn't anything you could have done."
"I know. And my wh*re of a mother, didn't even try to protect me."
"Christian, at some point you are going to have to forgive your mother."
He looked up at her. "That sh*t will never happen."
"Babe you are going to have to. You have so much anger and hurt towards her."
"Brenda, you don't understand. My a** was tortured as a child. By the motherf*ckers she brought around."
She ran her thumb across his lips. "I didn't mean to get you all upset."
"That's a sensitive subject."
"I know. And I'm sorry, because only you know what you went through. Forgive me?"
"For what?"
"Trying to give you advice on something I know nothing about. It's easy when you are on the outside looking in."
"Yes it is."
He moved up her body, and got eye level with her.
She stared into his eyes. "I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm going to say it anyway, because I want to. I love you. And I don't need for you to say it back. Just know that I do. I love you so much, Baby. And I know you feel the same, I can feel it, and I see it in your eyes. And I know how you feel about those words, but this is different. And I'm not going to stop telling you I love you." She kissed him. "I love you." She kissed him again. "I love you." She kissed him even deeper. "I love you, deal with it."
He leaned over and kissed her back. Maybe he couldn't say the words, but that kiss told her all she needed to know...
Part 2
It's a couple of weeks later, and Brayden is in LA visiting Julia. Christian really didn't want him to go, but Brenda insisted. She really wanted him to remain close with Sarah and Conner, that was extremely important to her. And eventually Christian gave in.
Brenda and Christian are on their way, to a business/charity black tie event. Christian wore a tux, and she wore a floor length gown. It was black and the top was asymmetrical. Her hair was loosely curled. She wore a pair of diamond tear drop earrings, given to her by Christian. They stood out perfectly against the black of her dress.
Christian knew he would have to keep her close. She looked stunning.
They are at the event. It didn't take Brenda long to make a couple of purchases. She ended up buying some pieces for their new home.
Christian was mingling and talking business, so she managed to slip away.
Brenda was looking at a vase. She wasn't sure about it, so she started looking around for Christian.
She didn't see him, but something caught her eye, or better yet someone.
She thought she'd seen a ghost, and was about to look away, but he looked up, and saw her. He said something to the person he was talking to, and made his way over to her. Brenda looked around for Christian, but he was nowhere to be found.
She watched as he made his way through the crowd. Still tall, blonde, and very good looking.
Jax walked up to her. Brenda…."
"Jax….what are you doing in Seattle?"
"I should be asking you the same thing."
"I live here."
He seemed genuinely shocked. "Really? For how long?"
"Not long at all."
Jax looked down at the rings on her left hand. "And you're married?"
Brenda smiled and held up her hand. "Yeah, somebody said yes." She looked down at his hand. "And you're not."
He shook his head. "No, I never married." He stared at her. "You look good Brenda. Really good."
Brenda still couldn't believe he was standing in front of her. "Thanks….I guess."
Jax's blue eyes were dancing with excitement. "I'm really happy to see you."
"What do you want me to say Jax? I'm happy to see you? The last time we saw each other, we were standing in a church about to be married. And you said no."
"Brenda, we should talk, about everything."
"We are talking."
"You know what I mean. This is not a good place, to have that type of conversation. Look, I'm staying at the Hotel 1000, call my room tomorrow. Are you here alone?"
"No, I'm here with my husband."
Jax looked around. "Where is he? I want to meet the man, that married the love of my life."
Brenda laughed and rolled her eyes. "I am not the love of your life, because if I was, you would have married me."
"I realize my mistake, trust me." Jax looked at his watch. "Look, I have to go, I'm meeting someone. A potential big deal. Please call me tomorrow. I would love for us to sit down and talk. Please."
She shook her head. "I don't know if that's a good idea."
"It is a good idea. Please. Call me. I'm not leaving till after five, we should talk." He walked off.
Brenda just stood there for a minute. She couldn't believe Jax was in Seattle.
She felt a hand around her waist. "I was looking for you."
She turned and looked at Christian. "I was right here."
Christian saw something in her eyes. "Are you ok?"
"Yes...I'm fine."
He nodded. "Liar. We'll talk in the car."
"Ok..."
They are on their way home, in a car driven by Taylor.
Christian grabbed her hand. "So, what was going on with you?"
"Before I begin, I was going to tell you, once we made it home."
"Tell me what?"
She sighed. "I ran into my ex fiancé."
"Which one?"
She smiled. "Is that supposed to be a joke?"
He laughed. "No, but you do have more than one. So which one?"
"The last one who refused to marry me. But we only spoke for a couple of minutes."
Christian just looked at her. "Did you tell him you were married?."
"Yes, he saw the ring."
He leaned back. "Ok."
Brenda's eyes widen. "That's it? No more questions?"
"Nope."
"Is this the new Christian?"
He laughed. "You ran into him, it is what it is."
"Yeah. I guess so." She looked out the window. (Jax…..is in Seattle, she still couldn't believe it.)
Christian looked over at her, but didn't say a word.
They ride the rest of the way in silence...
They are at home, just walking into their room.
Christian closed the door, took off his jacket, and removed his tie. Brenda walked over to him, and started releasing the buttons on his shirt. She kissed his chest, reached down and unfastened his pants. They dropped to the floor. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She wasn't wearing underwear, so he quickly found her, and entered her love. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and hung on as he pushed up into her...
It's the next day. Christian has already left for work.
Brenda got up early, and went by their new house, just to check on things. It was actually almost done, and she was very pleased. She spent a couple hours looking closely at different details, before leaving.
She is on the way home, but she could not stop thinking about Jax, no matter how hard she tried. There were just so many things, she needed to say to him. Things she never got the chance to say. She picked up her cell phone, and dialed 411. "Hotel 1000..."
She knocked on the door. Within seconds the door swung open.
Jax was standing there, fully dressed, in a nicely tailored suit. "Brenda, I really didn't think you were going to call."
"Me either."
He moved to the side. "Come in."
She entered and looked around. His suite was bigger than the one she stayed in.
They walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Can I get you something?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
"Brenda, I still can't believe I'm sitting here, talking to you."
"Trust me Jax, me either."
"I realize, I'm not your most favorite person right now."
Brenda looked at him briefly then looked away. "No you're not. You haven't been for awhile."
"I'm sorry, for everything."
"I just can't believe you would do that, knowing what I went through with Sonny, when he left me at the altar. You were right there, going through it with me."
"It was a bad decision. We should have talked before the ceremony."
"Yes, we should have. I know I messed up when I kissed Sonny, I was wrong, and I should have never done that. And for my part, I apologize."
He nodded. "I accept your apology, but only if you accept mine."
"Jax, I cannot forgive you for that. I just can't, but...I think things worked out the way they were supposed to. I married who I was supposed to marry."
Jax looked down. "You believe that?"
"I do. My life is pretty good."
Jax looked up at her. "You have a son right?"
"How did you know?"
"Somebody mentioned it. But they failed to mention you were married too. How old is he?"
"He's three. I haven't been married that long."
"His name?"
"Brayden."
Jax nodded. "He looks like you?"
"No, his father...my husband."
"Oh." *silence* "Brenda, I don't expect for us to be friends, but I wish you would stop hating me."
"I don't hate you Jax. How could I when I loved you so much?"
Their eyes are on each other...
Christian called Brenda several times, but her phone was going straight to the answering machine. He called home, and Miss Jones answered. Brenda wasn't there, she left early that morning. Christian disconnected the call. He ran his fingers through his hair, stood up, and looked out of the window...
Brenda turned into the parking deck of the penthouse building. She was happy she met with Jax, they both said what they needed to say, and that was that.
She got out of her car and walked to the elevator, punched the code in, and headed upstairs.
She went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottled water, then headed to the bedroom. Once inside she kicked off her shoes, and sat down on the bed. Her hair was in a ponytail. She took the holder out, and ran her fingers through her hair. She got up and went into the bathroom.
After showering, she wrapped herself in a towel, and walked out into the bedroom. To her surprise, Christian was sitting on the bed.
"Babe, I didn't know you were here." She walked over and sat in his lap, and kissed him. "How was your day?"
"It was ok. How was yours?"
She got up and went into the closet. "It was fine?" She's in the closet, getting dressed.
Christian cracked his knuckles. "What did you do?"
"I stopped by the house."
"That's it?"
Brenda pulled on a pair of sweatpants. "No, I did a little shopping too." She covered her mouth. She hated lying, but Christian would flip out. He wouldn't understand.
Christian closed his eyes, as he felt the anger sweep through his body. (She is lying.)
Brenda pulled on a tank and walked out of the closet.
Christian glared at her. "What did you buy?"
"What?"
"I want to know, what in the f*ck did you buy?" He stood up.
She shrugged. "Just...things."
Christian grabbed the lamp off their night stand and threw it. It hit the wall and shattered.
Brenda jumped. "Christian, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?!"
She didn't say anything. He was really scaring her.
"Sorry for what?!"
"I lied. I met Jax."
"So that's his name? And I figured that much. Especially when I couldn't reach you. Where did you meet him?"
"In his hotel room."
"His motherf*cking hotel room?! Did you f*ck him?!"
Brenda's eyes widen. "No, of course not!"
"I cannot believe you went to this motherf*cker's hotel room!"
"Christian, I wanted to tell you, but I knew you would overreact! And you are!"
"What in the f*ck is wrong with you? You went to another man's hotel room, how in the f*ck and I'm supposed to feel?"
"Nothing happened!"
"Why are you showering?!"
"Because I wanted to, and I've been gone all day! I didn't have sex with him Christian, we talked that's it."
"Why didn't you call and tell me, you wanted to see him?"
"Because I knew how you would react."
"So you went knowing I'd be pissed?!"
"Yes, I did. It had nothing at all to do with you. It was closure."
"F*ck closure! I don't give two f*cks about that old sh*t. You are married to me now!" He walked over and grabbed her left hand. "This m*ther fucking ring, right here says f*ck closure!"
She jerked away from him. "Don't grab me like that."
"I'll do what the f*ck I want! Why would you think it would be ok, to meet a man you use to f*ck, in his hotel room?!"
"Nothing happened! And you can shut the f*ck up, because I don't say a damn thing, when you run off to meet Elena and you f*cked her! What about that sh*t?! I told you nothing happened! And it didn't! Stop treating me like I'm your property! I do not belong to you! I am a grown woman! I don't tell you where to go, or who to see. And the sh*t works both ways!"
He grabbed her arm. "Brenda, you better shut the f*ck up!"
She tried to pull away. "Let me go! You are hurting my arm!" Tears filled her eyes, as his grip got tighter. "Owww! Stop it you're hurting me Christian! Christian, let me go!"
He released her. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
Christian knew things had gotten a little bit out of control. He walked over to the door.
He could hear her sobbing inside.
"Brenda, open the door, please."
She didn't respond.
"Baby, I'm sorry, things got out of hand."
Brenda looked down at her arm, it was red.
Twenty minutes had passed, before she came out.
Christian was sitting on the bed. He stood up when he saw her.
He was just about to walk over to her.
She held up her hand, as a tear trickled down her cheek. "Don't come near me." She went into the closet, and pulled a suitcase down off the shelf.
"You're leaving me?"
She started throwing things inside.
Christian continued. "We made promises….you said you'd never leave."
"Promises were meant to be broken."
"Brenda, I'm not going to let you leave me."
She looked at him. "It's not up to you. You're too much. You married the wrong woman. You need a submissive, that's not me. I'm going to LA for awhile. And I'll come back, when I find somewhere to live. Brayden needs you, I know that. So, I'm not going to keep him away from you, or you away from him."
"I'm not divorcing you."
Brenda shrugged. "I don't care, Christian."
"I can't believe you are just going to leave me?"
"What am I supposed to do? Give me another option? Because you don't respect me. You treat me like you bought me, just like you buy anything and everything else. You talk to me like I'm sh*t. You said, if you ever started treating me like you didn't give a f*ck, then I should be worried. Well I'm worried. I love you Christian, I do. But not more than I love myself. Babe, you have issues. You might end up hurting me, if I stay here."
"I wouldn't hurt you Brenda."
"Yes, you would. Maybe not on purpose. Christian, we need help. I need help, because I don't know how to deal with you."
"We could see a therapist."
"Baby, we need one."
"Are you going to stay?"
"I'm going to LA, for a couple of days. We need some time apart."
He nodded.
Tears continued to flood her cheeks. "It's just so hard loving you, Grey."
"I know."
She finished packing, then left. He didn't hug or kiss her goodbye…she didn't want him to. Christian knew he had to deal with his sh*t, or she was going to leave him. And that would literally destroy him…...