Chapter 13: Lies and Deception

Author's note!

Merry Christmas everyone :) Hope this clears up all the doubts! Don't kill me for this chapter. Please kindly take note that this is the LONGEST chapter I have ever posted!

I smell something. Something good. And my eyes flutter open, though still sore over a long crying session that had exhausted me to the point of sleep. Mrs Jones must be cooking. My stomach growled in response.

What time was it?

My lacking of a phone was sure starting to prove to be a burden. I scanned the room until I saw the clock that hung against the wall. I had slept through the past two and a half hours.

Lunch time! My inner goddess sang, putting on her eating bib and sitting by a long table awaiting food.

As if instinctual, I lowered my head to the bottom of the door. It was pure brightness, no silhouettes and no movement. I supposed it was was safe to leave. Standing, my heart pounded at the thought of Christian leaning against the wall waiting for me.

I closed my eyes and twisted the door handle, pulling on it to break the walls of my fortress. I was now susceptible to the darkness outside. My breathing halted in anticipation.

Yet, there was no sound. I had not been attacked by a certain CEO. I was still standing. Very slowly, I cracked a slit through my right eye and instantly felt stupid. There was nobody waiting outside, it was empty.

I was momentarily disorientated by the alluring smell of food, drawn to it, my body trailed after it like ants after candy. I went down the stairs and into the living room.

"How nice of you to join us, Ms Steele." Dr Flynn's professional voice greeted me as I entered.

Christian set across him in the room, directly across and a long distance apart as well. His back was facing me, so I was only embraced by the welcoming smile of his shrink.

Mrs Jones gave me a bright smile as she zoomed past me, an entire tray filled with a myriad of food. There was Mac and Cheese, Sushi, Sandwiches, Pasta, Beef and so much more that I wondered how she could carry it all by herself.

Gently, she placed them down on the long marble table that separated the two men. My eyes fell upon the couch that was nestled in between them too, in front of it was a cup of tea already waiting. It was thin and freshly hot, the soaked Twinnings tea bag resting just by it.

They were expecting me. My brain clicked together and I felt like a mouse being led to a mouse trap, cheated by the smell of cheese. I was set-up.

"You must be hungry," Dr Flynn confirmed my suspicions. "Please, have a seat."

Knowing that I was pretty much defeated, I obediently made my way to my assigned seat. Maneuvering around Christian, I made absolute sure not to rest my eyes upon him for too long. Stealing a glance, he has his elbows against his knees in response, eyes trained ahead at Dr Flynn.

I could not help but pick up on his resemblance to a trained beast, fighting the urge to rip every body apart. Dr Flynn being his skillful trainer, he kept a wary watch on Christian.

I settled myself into the couch and sipped on my tea. It felt good down my throat. Mrs Jones lay down a set of cutlery and a plate before me, urging me to begin the feast. I glanced at Christian and then Dr Flynn. "May I..."

"Of course." Both Christian and Dr Flynn said in unison.

Nodding in consent, I started on the carbonara as it was closest to me. Christian reached for the sushi and plonked one in his mouth.

"Ms Steele," Dr Flynn began. "I'll be facilitating your first proper interaction with Mr Grey."

Well that was straightforward.

"I understand that there are plenty of misunderstandings between the both of you and we will work on clearing those out this session." He states, picking up his notepad.

I swallowed my mouthful. "It's barely misunderstandings. He's a cheater."

I heard Christian hiss in agony. Dr Flynn took note of that, "Ms Steele, we'll be working on facts today. So lets leave the personal emotions out."

"It's a fact." I argued, pushing the pasta away with my sudden lack of appetite.

Dr Flynn threw me a punishing glare. "I believe Mr Grey has something he'd like to give you."

I almost said something sharp and snappy, but Dr Flynn's stare held me in my place. Christian leaned towards me and stretched his palm out to me.

"MY PHONE!" I chirped, grabbing it and hugging it to my chest.

"It's brand new actually," Christian informed me. "The previous one hit the ground rather... Harshly."

Oh right, I had thrown it really hard against the pavement. Christian had gone to look for it? Of course he did. Christian's stalkerish nature knew no bounds and his money empowered him further.

"Anything to say, Ms Steele?" Dr Flynn resembled my father.

Mustering as much sweetness as I could, I turned to Christian with a sickening smile. "Thank you, Mr Grey."

He returned the smile genuinely. "My pleasure, Ana."

Quickly, I unlocked my phone to find a whole list of miss calls. My mom, Ray, Kate and Jose, Jose took up the majority along with his worried texts. I have to give him a call soon.

"Ms Steele, please put that away."

"A moment." I defied the fatherly figure as my phone vibrated.

"Ana, where'd you go? We need to talk. -Ethan."

We need to talk? About what? Dammit, I completely forgot to leave him a note!

"Ms Steele." Dr Flynn's tone was reprimanding.

I looked at him, he seemed to be patiently waiting. Fine. I slid the phone into my pocket. I'll reply Ethan later on. He was not one to overreact anyway, only Christian did.

"Thank you." Dr Flynn cleared his throat. "Alright. Lets begin." Both Christian and I straightened up to listen.

"I suggest we try something. We don't want to overwhelm either of you with information, so you will each take turns to ask the other one question at a time and it must be answered truthfully."

That sounded logical. My inner goddess offered her input, though, I could not tell if she was biased towards Christian or not.

"Ms Steele, please begin."

My heart wrenched as I mentally made a list of all the questions I could ask. I settled on one. "Did you... Enjoy it?"

I thought of all the times Christian and I had made love, enjoying each other's bodies. The lump grew in my throat as I realized that that was no longer our special intimacy.

"No." Came his curt and short reply.

As if. I thought. Which man on this earth would not have enjoyed having sex with an attractive woman like Leila. He had to be lying.

"Good." Dr Flynn clapped his hands together. "Now, try to look at each other." With calculated slowness, Christian and I both swiveled in our seats to face each other. His grey eyes were filled with pain and longing, hands clenched by his sides as if restraining himself from touching me.

I leaned closer to him, my treacherous body trying to return to him. His eyes widened as he took notice of my little gesture.

"Perfect, Mr Grey, proceed."

He thought for the briefest of moments. "Did you enjoy sleeping with Ethan?" He fired my question back at me.

I was not going to lie through my teeth, but decided to play on such a vague word with such a literal sense. "Yes, I did."

Anger tainted the grey. "WHY!"

I jumped back. "Mr Grey." Dr Flynn's words cut between us like a knife and Christian snapped out of it, trying to retrieve his composure.

This was my revenge against him. I wanted him to know how it was like to be cheated on, the feeling of betrayal and the constant reminder of your inadequacy. There was something I now had to get off my chest. "Why Leila when you could have any hot brunette on the street?"

His eyes tightened. "Because I never planned on cheating on you, Ana. I love you."

I flinched. "Mr Grey, remember that this is a factual discussion rather than an emotional one. Please refrain."

"It's a fact!" Christian shot his doctor a filthy look.

Never planned on cheating on me. I considered that for a long moment.

He continued to assist my thought process. "I wasn't thinking. I just wanted Leila better. I know it's a stupid excuse."

"Beyond stupid." I spat.

I tried to imagine what kind of arguments ran through his head when he decided to make love to her. Christian may seem to be mature and independent, but I knew in the aspect of love, he was only child. He barely had any idea of how to love, he only knew how to f***, his only reference to love was me. It was slightly believable that he decided to love Leila the only way he knew how, how I had thought him to. But did he genuinely think it would have helped Leila?

"Why Ethan?" He grumbled, pain wrecking his voice.

Ethan? Because he's my best friend's brother, I could trust him and he was just there. He happened to be in town. "Convenience." I said the word without thinking.

I could see that Christian was shocked, even the good doctor was taken aback. I had to defend myself. "I was broken and Ethan just happened to be there. He was sweet and funny, how can a woman resist?"

"Mr Grey, keep your anger in check." Dr Flynn advised.

Christian's jaw was tight as he listened to my words. I knew this was driving him mad and I really did enjoy it. A sad part of me told me I should not be toying with him like this, but another told me he deserved it.

I thought about Leila coming back to the apartment. "How many times did you have sex with her, Christian?"

He seemed surprised that I had used his name. "That one time," and because he could read minds, "She never came home with me, Ana."

Never? Did he dump her at a hotel?

Christian's psychic powers were out of control. "Straight after, she took my jet out of state to the psych ward. Dr Flynn was with her, you could ask."

I glanced at Dr Flynn, who gave me a trusting nod.

"So, how many times?"

"Geez. Don't you have originality?" I snapped.

Surprisingly, he smiled a lopsided beam. "It so happens that our minds run on the same track."

"Fine." I gave it a thought. I had slept with Ethan only two nights. "Thrice."

This was my first time seeing grey flames. His eyes were scorching and flickering with hatred and anger. Well, serves him right.

My imagination had run wild and there were some things I had to clarify. "Where?"

"The bathroom." He sounded uncomfortable, like he was trying his best to maintain his composure. "And you?"

"The bed in Steve's apartment." I wasn't lying. "So you got into the tub with her after all."

"No, it was on the floor."

Oh, how visual. How would I ever be able to step into my toilet again? They had done it like animals, on my floor. My bathroom floor.

"Did..." I began, but lost my words as the blood rushed into my cheeks.

"Ana, don't hesitate." Christian instructed me. "I owe you this."

"Did you use protection?"

"I didn't have any on me." My heart fell. "But I found some in Kate's room."

"So you did?"

"I did." I sighed in relief.

"Is he... Better than me?" There was something off about Christian's tone. It sounded as if he was jealous, wounded in a way. Why?

This was a tough one. Better than him in making love to me? I would not know. Sleeping with me. Hm. Ethan never disrupted my sleep in the night. "Yes."

Christian choked and started coughing violently, it was as if I had just told him that his mom had died. He reached for his coffee and chugged it down. In extreme agony, he put his face into his palms and breathed deeply.

Why did this matter so much to him?

I did not even need to ask if she was better. I know she was. She had all the experience that I lacked. This is why I found it hard to believe that Christian did not enjoy himself. Surely, she was a sex goddess herself.

"Ana." Christian's whimpered, picking up on my thoughts. "I didn't kiss her."

Didn't kiss? My inner goddess was shocked, dropping her popcorn all over the floor.

"F***, I didn't even hold her."

My breathing halted. How was that even possible? He must be lying. My inner goddess nodded at me. How would anyone make love without kissing or holding the other? An errant thought crossed my mind. Christian's definition of making love was vanilla sex!

"You're asking all the wrong questions!" He growled, annoyed.

"Mr Grey..." Flynn cautioned.

Christian's head snapped up, furious. "Flynn, please excuse us."

He hesitated. But then stood and exited the room, following Taylor to the study, if I was not wrong. I refocused my attention on Christian.

His eyes were crystal clear, not a hint of lies within them. "Ana, we didn't orgasm." At the tone of his voice, I knew he was still hiding something.

Didn't orgasm? How would Christian have allowed that with his tremendous sexpertise? It was incredibly difficult to believe.

"Ana..." He pained. "I lost it."

"Lost what?" Christian took on an uncomfortable stance, as if he was about to reveal his biggest secret to the world on national television.

"My..." He stuttered. "My..." He closed his eyes. "Erection." He whispered.

What?! "What?"

He dropped his head shamefully. "I was in her one minute," my heart constricted. "And the next... Nothing."

"I find it incredibly hard to believe."

His eyes flashed open, anger raging within them. "No man on this earth would lie about THIS."

Noticing he was about to turn into the hulk, I raised an arched eyebrow. "Should I call the good doctor back in?"

Christian's lips hardened into a straight line. "Ana, it's never happened before. I spent so many hours, sleepless nights up thinking about it. I don't understand where I went wrong. I've always delivered. The women always get their orgasms in no time. But this time I was powerless. I was angry and confused. I'm a sex god, prowess, I've never failed. But I just couldn't get it up. " He gushed, exasperated.

He was right. He really was in control of our sex all the time. He always delivered mind blowing orgasms to me. Unfortunately, judging by the defeat in his posture, I was beginning to think he was telling the truth.

I noticed a strain in his pants and flushed when he caught me looking. "But here right now, watching you, I'm so hard I think I could do you for weeks and not be truly done. " There was a primal need in his voice.

Everything south of my navel quaked in anticipation, lacking the attention he had freely showered days ago. I was probably brimming with sexual frustration.

"Ana," He moaned, my body shaking in response. He slid to his knees and moved towards me, parting my thighs as he sat between them staring at me. His lips were shouting 'Kiss me' and I was panting.

My brain was clouded. The only thing I could think of was him in me. Christian knew it too. He placed both palms on my knees and started laying soft kisses on my inner thighs. I moaned in response. It felt so good.

As his lips moved closer and closer to the apex of my thighs, they opened wider voluntarily, as if welcoming him. My moan met his chuckle and my eyes rolled back into my head in pleasure, his chuckle had caused his stubble to graze my inner inner thigh.

My shorts were suddenly getting on my nerves. He was unable to reach my sex with such a material between us. I heated up with frustration. Then, his tongue flicked against me, trying to reach beyond the fabric. I gasped.

"You're mine, Ana." He growled, and from the other side, he caressed me through the fabric of my underwear. I pressed against the back of the couch, surrendering. "You're so wet."

His fingers toyed with me, stroking the side of my underwear at the apex of my thighs and driving me crazy. There was anger in his voice, "How was Ethan better than me?!"

I was still in cloud nine, begging his fingers to claim me. He shifted the material to a side and I gasped as he entered me. With such skill, he added one more finger and I found myself nearing the cliff.

I was moaning. With a greater fierceness in his voice, he asked again. "How was Ethan better than me?!"

My hands flew to his hair and pulled, craving for him and he moaned in response. He pushed my legs further apart as he entered me deeper and faster.

"Christian!" I chanted, pleasure dissolving my conscious.

"That's right, baby." He grunted. " Say my name!"

I was panting like a deer in need of water. " CHRISTIAN!" I shouted, so near the edge that my body started tingling.

I felt him curl his fingers in me and tug, effectively sending me off the edge. My insides quivered as I held on to him, groaning in sheer pleasure. With a territorial and satisfied groan, he gritted his teeth and searched my eyes with his. "HOW. WAS. ETHAN. BETTER. THAN. ME?!"

I surrendered. "We never had sex!"

The anger vanished from his eyes, replaced by surprise. Then, a cheeky grin spread across his face and he lunged at me. I fell against the couch with his hard-on between my legs.

Staring down at me, he pinned me under him. "Never lie to me again, Ana." He threatened and then bent to seal the deal with his lips.

Gone was the passive style of Ethan, Christian raped my mouth. He fenced against my tongue and was everywhere all at once. It was difficult to keep up. Then, his lips left mine, giving me time to breathe and it sucked on my neck. The feeling was phenomenal and I groaned against him.

He broke away. "What have you done to me?" He searched me. "My body only sings for you, Ana."

That's right, my inner goddess strutted about proudly. He's not lost an erection with me yet.

His left hand left my wrist in search of my sex and he resumed biting on my neck. I felt his fingers climb under my shorts and tease me against my underwear.

"WHAT THE HELL." Kate's voice broke my arousal and I jumped.

Christian halted in his sexpertise but still pinned me down. We both turned to find Kate and Elliott standing in the room, stunned.

Then, Elliott broke into a huge grin. "That's the way, Christian."

Kate put her hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes at me. "And I thought dealing with the paparazzi downstairs was a pain in the ass." She looked extremely pissed. "Anastasia Steele, you're going to get it from me."

Ana's willingness to be with Christian. That's my Christmas present to you, dear readers!