Chapter 5: Tempest

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There was a loud bang and crash. I jolted up in my sleep, frightened. My breathing race as I searched the bed for Christian, my fingers came up empty. The room was cold and I felt too lonely. Had he not come back from work yet? I must have fallen asleep while waiting.

Something outside shattered, sending the creeps up my spine. I felt like a sitting duck, waiting for whomever it was to come and hunt me down. The blood was pounding in my ears. My mind making a very short mental list of people who would want my life. I had barely any social interaction to make any enemies.

You're not alone, sissy. My inner goddess rolled her eyes at my insecurities. You have two trained bodyguards on the watch.

At the thought of Luke and Taylor, the tempest within me stilled ever so slightly. My life was definitely safe in their hands. I was now more interested in where Christian was. Reaching for my phone, I saw the lights switch on outside and knew that the men were on it.

There was nothing. Christian has not bothered to call or even text. Maybe he was in the home office working. Where was he?

Swinging my legs off the bed, I stumbled out and loomed towards the door. There was groaning coming from behind the door. If there was a threat, I was sure the men had taken care of it already. Gently, I opened the door and peeked out. I could see Luke and Taylor towering over Christian who was on the couch.

So there he was. I let myself out and strode towards my husband. Taylor had his hands against his waist and when he saw me, he shook his head and tapped Luke. "Ana, please go back to bed."

Luke was alerted of my arrival as well, "No no, Ana. Back."

"What is it?" Why did they not want me to be with Christian?

"Aaaanaaaaaa?" He slurred.

What the hell. I narrowed my eyes and glared at both the men. Luke put both his hands in the air in surrender, "Too late now."

I took a closer look at Christian. His face was redder than maroon and his attire was rumpled and reeking of beer. When his eyes opened, the grey was lined with a ring of red. The anger within me rose visibly in my cheeks. I clenched my jaw.

"Ana, we'll deal with it. Please." Taylor begged.

There was more. I turned to stare at him, scrutinizing his flustered expression. He was hiding something from me. "Oh Ana," I heard the seductive twist in her voice before I actually saw her, "I'll take care of Christian."

Balling up my fists, I spun around to find Elena coming towards us with a glass of water in hand. "Go back to sleep, darling." She said with a pinch of arrogance, "Christian came to me for a reason."

Betrayal stung hard. He came to her? "GET THE F*** OUT OF MY HOME." I hollered. I would deal with Christian tomorrow, but right now, I had a bitch to throw out of my apartment.

The troll was dressed in a short and tight black dress that clung to her shapely body. Right now, I did not want to even think of what they had done together and where they had been. The sight of someone who had gone to such lengths for Christian and tortured his innocent mind needed to leave.

Luke took action, quickly coming to grab Elena's elbow and asking her to leave as well. Taylor put a palm out in front of me, trying to prevent me from pouncing and tearing her bone from bone. "Get your filthy hands off me!" Elena pushed Luke away as hard as she could.

Weakling. My inner goddess rolled her eyes once more.

"GET OUT OR I WILL KILL YOU!" I arrowed my index finger at her, wishing I had a knife to be more threatening.

"Nooooo." Christian spoke, his eyes blinking uncoordinatedly. We all rotated to look at him. He pointed a crooked finger at Elena, "Ssssss-tay."

"You're fu*king kidding me right now." I spat, folding my arms across my chest.

Betrayal. Elena released a sickening laughter. That was the last straw. "GET THE FU** OUT!" I yelled, seeing red.

"Okay okay." Luke was irritated; his tolerance level had already been reached. He took the cup out of Elena's hand and put it on the table. "Get the fu** out of here." Before she could protest, Luke grabbed the lady like she was a sack of rubbish and hauled her out of the place.

It gave me much joy to watch Luke handle her roughly. But now it was time to deal with my asshole of a husband. Had he forgotten how Elena Robinson had tried to screw his company over just to get him back to her?

At least it's not Leila he brought home. My inner goddess rubbed in my face, casually throwing salt into my open wound.

Speaking of Leila, I had let go of his infidelity with her and even married him. But here he was, walking all over my trust in him by bringing back the one woman I hated to the core. It made me furious just thinking about her. Both of the hers.

It had taken me so long to accept him once more. But Christian had just taken my heart and ripped it out, proceeding to stab it before throwing it down four stories. Right in this moment, I questioned whether having this hold was the right thing to do.

The fact that Christian had pretended to be happy about our baby and then revealed his true emotions to a bitch. It reflected that he could not trust me, proved to me that I should not trust him either.

"Mrs. Grey..." Taylor called me. Right now, I did not feel like a Mrs. Grey at all. "What should we do?"

I contemplated just dumping him here and going back to sleep. But Christian was in need of my help. He had passed out drunk against the couch. Sighing, I let the part of me that loved Christian shine. Unfortunately, majority of me loved Christian.

"Could you help me get him into the bedroom?" I placed my hand against my headache, rubbing myself.

"Of course." Taylor muttered, equally upset with Christian. He began to prop Christian against his arm, trying to drag him.

I tried to help but Luke beat me to it, coming to my rescue. The two men shuffled with Christian in between. It was rather difficult as Christian was swinging from side to side, mumbling in his drunkenness about Elena's absence of all things.

It pained me to listen. Taylor and Luke plonked Christian down face first on the bed. I bit my lip, wondering where to go from here. I was not just referring to this situation. Our relationship was on the line.

Luke stepped forward and pulled me into a tight embrace, his hand stroking the soft of my back. "Don't, Ana." He said, "He's just trying to deal with it, give him some time."

I sighed into his shoulder. If only Christian could give me the same support that Luke did and was giving me. "Thanks, Luke."

"Do you need anything else?" He asked nicely, beginning to step back and release me.

I did not even have to think. "Just keep that bitch out of Escala."

Luke managed to make me smile by pulling a salute, "Yes ma'am!"

"Goodnight you two." I laughed. Taylor looked at war with himself as he and Luke left my room.

Luke lingered at the door, one hand on the handle. He gave me a sympathetic smile, "Give him some time, Ana." I nodded at Luke but deep inside, I knew that his meeting with Elena tonight had snapped me. "Goodnight." Luke whispered, shutting the door.

I stood there in the cold hard silence, watching Christian who was on his belly sleep. It hurt me to know that he did this to himself because of our baby. It really did hurt. The first of my tears slipped down my cheek before I realized it.

I dampened a face towel in the toilet and came back to Christian. He had flipped over belly up so I began dabbing his forehead with the towel, cleaning my husband up. He groaned softly. My tears fell onto his bare chest as I helped him take his shirt off, unbuttoning each and every one.

Very gently, I stroked his chest with the towel. Christian's face was the epitome of peace and I found a quiet satisfaction knowing that we had come this far. Next, I did his arms, realizing that there was a stench of alcohol.

Removing his pants, my hand hit into something hard. I fished out his keys and his phone. Sighing, I was about to put his phone down when the screen flashed white. It was Elena, of course. I knew it was against all ethics and mannerisms, but at the moment, I did not give a shit.

It did not take me a long time to crack his iPhone code. I unlocked Christian's phone with "ANAS". My joy at his use of my name was short lived by his conversation with Elena. Christian had been the first to reach out to her.

11.08 : Need you now.

11.11 : It's good to hear from you, where are you?

They must have switched to phoning each other because the next text was the one that had recently come in. It was from Elena.

3.48 : Darling, your petty little wife chased me out of the apartment. Sorry I couldn't spend the night with you. You have to tell that wife of yours that you're not ready for children. It's the only way. Hope to see you soon.

My blood was boiling, ready to turn into steam and about to condense. Bloody hell. I found the tolerance to put the phone back down on the table but not before sending myself a screenshot of their conversation.

Returning to my duties as a wife while Christian had failed his, I stripped him of his pants and folded it. Standing there idly, I watched my husband soundly asleep. I sighed and wiped away my tears, knowing that I had married a mercurial man. With much difficulty, I helped to tuck him into bed.

Knowing that there was no way my heart could take sleeping beside him tonight, I slipped out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me. There was nothing I could or would say when those grey eyes opened in the morning. I needed some space away from my husband.

Yet, I knew that nobody would forgive me I decided to leave Escala. Christian would go shit bat crazy, with no doubt. Luke would erupt like a volcano that had been dormant for far too long and now that we had Grace on board, I was sure she would do anything to keep this baby safe. Even if it meant sedating me.

Thinking of Grace, I was suddenly craving for my mother's arms around me. Just like Christian, I needed my mother some times too. In addition, I knew she would be over the moon about the news. Maybe even Ray would partake in the joyous occasion.

Escala was pitch black dark now, but I was familiar with my surroundings and knew the orientation by heart. I could sleep on the couch, but I did not want to be found. My mind flew to the playroom, but I had no idea where the keys were. Christian and I had not been in there ever again and I was starting to wonder if maybe it was demolished already.

I found myself in Christian's office. In the moonlight, I walked by his shelves of files, books and framed photographs. There were some documenting his growth from high school to now. Graduation photos after graduation photos.

Christian had not changed much, his features merely sharpening over the years. Then there was the one of Christian and I at my graduation. I picked it off the shelf and examined us, trying to recall the emotions I had that day. It seemed too long ago.

Wallowing in the self-pity that I was, I sat behind Christian's desk and thought of all the decisions that he had made here. Some of them concerning me. I knew my file was around here somewhere, back in Christian's stalker days.

My bare feet scraped across the fluffy carpet. I had an idea. Lowering myself to the carpet, I lay my head against it and cradled the frame in my arms. My eyes began to droop as I floated off into a dimension where I felt loved, with child or not.

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