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💚 Fallen Angel💚

How would have Christian Grey's life turned out if the Greys had intervened when Elena tried to sink her claws into him? Would he still be the same man as we know, or someone completely different ...

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/The Greys/The Steeles/Jack Hyde/Elena Lincoln‼️

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Chapter 29: Lack of Faith (2,3K)

Christian's Pov

I didn't try to contact Ana anymore that night, nor the following morning and neither did she. I still can't believe that she got upset at me when she was the one with the hot half-naked guy in her apartment. I'm pretty sure that she would have thrown a fit if I had been the one with a hot female friend half-naked in my apartment. She should have sided with me!

But then again, if I don't mend things, it means she is going to stay in Seattle for the weekend and that she will have even more time with the idiot. I'm sure that's all he wants. That's probably why he was baiting me, so we would end up having a fight because of him and she would stay. How can she not see through that?!

At least Ana didn't give him the satisfaction of fighting in front of him. I can already picture his smirking face as he would watch us argue and he revels in the fact that she took his fucking defence!

And to think I was looking forward to this weekend! Now, I don't know how to get her to come with me, without apologising. Because honestly, I know I am in the right, and I will be damned before I apologise. But it seems Ana can be as stubborn as me. Which I would usually love, I like someone who can stand on their position, but right now, it pisses me off more than anything.

So obviously, I didn't sleep much, and the little sleep I got, I was plagued with the image of Ana and Jose tangled in the sheets, mocking me because of all the things they could do that I couldn't. How can she take his fucking defence!?

Right now, I am in my office, getting ready for yet another day of bullshit. Jack hired an intern for Andrea because she is going on a prolonged weekend of some kind in two weeks and I can't be without a PA for five days, but an urchin has more brain than this … girl. Grace would call her a hussy, but that would give her too much credit.

Jack had been all about how it was good press because she is related to our Governor and since we are in good terms with him, but I have to say, it was a windy day the day that particular apple fell. I never thought it would be possible to be this daft in our day and age.

I've told Jack that she wouldn't do, even Andrea is annoyed by her, but he and PR were all about how I can't fire the Governor's niece without a major fault on her part. So I'm stuck with Twiddle-Dee.

I go to my first meeting of the day, with Ros in video conference as we talk about this expansion that is coming soon in South Asia when Seattle weather starts playing with us. Out of nowhere, it starts to pour rain as ever, and I can't help but be grateful that I'm already inside. It had been several weeks of perfect and sunny weather, so some would say it was long overdue.

A couple of people make an off comment about the weather before we get back to business and as Claude pitches the idea of Delhi over Mumbai, I finally receive a text from Ana.

I used to never take my personal phone with me to meetings. To be fair, it usually stayed in my office until I would leave the office, but ever since I met Ana, it never leaves me. I just love being able to answer her instantly.

So I open the text and see it is accompanied by a picture of her in a soaked blouse. The same blouse that I poured her tea on when we met.

I hope that Taylor has been more insightful than me and that he got you his infamous umbrella. If not, I am hoping for a picture of you drenched, just to prove that you are human and not always all put together. ~ Ana

I can't help the smile creeping out on my face. Sure, yesterday's conflict isn't resolved, but it's not like she's completely closed to communication. She probably doesn't want to do that over the phone. I'm taking this as my cue that she's still coming to Montreal with me.

Still, I don't like the idea of her spending the day soaked. Not only it's not good for her health, but her blouse is slightly transparent. I don't want anyone else but me ogling her. So I quickly text Taylor to come to meet me at the conference room, and text Ana back

I was lucky, I was already at work when it started raining. But I can show you drenched tonight when we will be in Montreal. ~ Christian

By the way, Taylor is on his way to get you something dry. ~ Christian.

That's highly unnecessary. Let the poor man be! Plus if I get sick, you'll get to be my sexy nurse. I promise to be very high maintenance. ~ Ana

Of course, I don't listen to her, even though the idea of tending to Ana is very tempting. But to be fair, I can also take care of her without her having to be sick or anything. So when Taylor knocks on the door, I excuse myself for a second and ask him to go back home and get one of the blouses I bought her before bringing it to her. I know that it's not really his job to do so, but he doesn't argue. I'd even say he looks a little smug when he leaves.

The rest of the day went by rather uneventfully if I don't take into consideration the urchin that will be pretending to be my PA for a few days. It's not the first time that Andrea is going away. I mean she has been working for me for years and I am not a dictator. But it's the first time she ask such a useless person to replace her. And even she thinks so. I can tell by the way she looks at me when Olivia, that's her name, does something incredibly studio. Which means all the fucking time.

Finally, comes the time for me to leave and I ask Taylor to go pick up Ana. And … I don't know how to explain it, but to see her is a relief. It's like a pressure I had and couldn't understand suddenly disappeared. So I smile at my girl as she slides next to me, though I am a bit concerned by her "luggage" that Taylor is putting in the trunk.

A bean bag. In all my years of existence, I have never seen Mia or Grace pack so little for a weekend getaway. And we had many growing up. Grace was very invested in our education, making sure that we learned at least one other language, one instrument and one martial art, but Carrick was the one who made us fall in love with the outdoors. At least once a month we had a camping trip, on the other weekends, when they didn't have social events, we travelled all over the US to see landscapes, museums, historical places and so on. And never had Mia or Grace only packed a bean bag.

But I don't bounce on that. I'll get to buy her a suitcase and whatever else goes through her mind. So I look at the blouse Taylor brought her. It's made out of silk. The soft pink goes well with her skin, and the loose noose she made around her neck is an invitation to just be pulled apart.

I refrain from trying to touch her, wondering if she's still upset about last night and I link through the window. At least she's not with the idiot. Even if it's going to be a difficult weekend, it will be better than knowing that she's around her hot naked guy friend.

"Are you still upset?" She asks and I don't commit to this conversation. Because truth is, I am still upset that she doesn't see how wrong it was of her to have that idiot at her place when she's supposed to be with me.

I hear her take in a small breath before she lets me know, "You know, if you'd rather brood over this during the weekend, I'd understand. You don't have to take me with you to Canada. And I never meant to upset you like that."

Her tone is very soft, I'm pretty sure it's because of Taylor in front of us. But Taylor knows his job and he knows better than to listen to whatever is said in the backseat.

And the thing is, I don't have the proper words with me right now. Ana is very good with words, and if I tell her anything, I don't want her to counterattack everything I say. I'll talk about it to Martha on Monday, and she will give me the word to show Ana that she's wrong.

Ana looks my way again since I didn't say anything, and so I bring the partition up so she can say whatever she wants to say. If I know all her arguments before going to Martha, it can only be better for me.

as soon as the partition is closed, she says with chagrin, "You have no reason to be jealous of Jose, Christian. As I told you in the past, and as I will keep telling you in the future, he is a brother to me. I don't recall being jealous of you spending time with your siblings."

This is the thing that makes me snap, "How would you have reacted if you'd come to see me, just for the pleasure of seeing me, and you'd find a woman in a bra at the door."

She shakes her head, not seeing the point and tells me, "But you didn't come to see me just for the pleasure of seeing me, did you? You came because you didn't trust me around another man, even though I never hid anything about him.

Moreover, I trust you, Christian. Do you think I don't see all the rubbish published about you saying that you went to whatever place to see whatever person? But I don't ask you about it, because I trust you. If tomorrow you tell me that you have a friend coming to sleep over, you wouldn't see me at your door two minutes later to check on them.

And finally, I will repeat this again. Jose is not a random dude. He is my brother. What if I treat Mia the same way you treated Jose? How would you react? Being torn between your sibling and your partner?"

What did I say about Ana being good with words? It is true that no matter how much I never gave the media reason to think I am a playboy, my looks play against me. Apparently, it is impossible to be good looking and single. The PR department usually handles all of this, and I have stopped caring about what model I supposedly sleep with a long time ago, and so has my family. But that doesn't stop the articles from being printed.

And apparently, Ana sees them, and yet she never said a thing about them. There's nothing to say about them. She knows the truth. I already have issues enough to have her touch me, let alone some random model or whatever. Plus, there are very few people in this world holding a candle to her beauty. And I am not saying this because I am biased. Everyone that has met her has commented on her beauty.

Still, the end of her argument bothers me. Mia and Jose are far from being the same thing. "Don't be ridiculous, Ana. Mia is my sister."

"Why? Because she shares a name with you? Is that really what defines the bonds of sibship? I have known Jose since I was born. I was there when he broke his foot, when he discovered his passion for photographs, when his brother died. And he was there when my Mom left and ii needed a mother still, when kids were teasing me at school, when I … was in a rough patch.

What makes Mia your sister that doesn't make Jose my brother?"

"It's not the same," I retort, out of arguments. I could say that mia and I were raised by the same parents, but I feel that Ana implied that Jose and his family stepped in for the role of her mother when her parents got divorced. Plus, Jose is on first-name basis with the Colonel, he even uses his short name, so I have no doubts that they were all living close together, pretending to be the family that they aren't.

Ana looks at me, before shrugging, finally letting go of the issue, "It's your right to think so. And it's your right to be uselessly jealous over someone who is no threat. But it is also my right to think that you're the one being ridiculous over this issue."

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💚Okay, well at least the weekend is happening ...

💚 What did you think of Ana's defence? Do you understand why she is upset?

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