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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 34: Hallelujah (2,9K)

Christian's Pov

NOT EDITED, DON'T COME AT ME! ENJOY OR DON'T READ ^^

When I wake the next day, Ana is still sleeping soundly next to me, half of the covers tucked between her legs, and I can't help but smile at her. She looks so vulnerable at that very moment, and yet, she feels so safe to me

It's probably because I didn't have any nightmares last night. Ana fended them off like a teddy bear. I don't know if it's sleeping with her in my arms, or knowing that she isn't freaked out by my night terrors, but this was probably one of the best nights I had in my life.

For a good ten minutes, I just look at her, mesmerised by her beauty and just for the sheer pleasure of it, but then I decide to go out for a run. It's been a while since I exercised properly, and I don't want to lose the good habits that I have.

So Taylor and I jog throughout the city for a good hour and a half, and when I go back to the hotel, I go by the reception so we can have room service. When I open the door to the room, I hear Ana squeak before she peeks her head through the bathroom door and sighs of relief when she sees me.

"I thought it was someone kicking me out of the room," she said, emerging from the bathroom with nothing but her bathrobe to cover her.

I could point out that she still has quite some time before checking out, but all I can think about is her lack of clothing. So I stalk to her, and pin her against the bed, making her giggle as she uselessly points out the obvious,

"Christian! I just had my shower!"

"I can tell. You smell amazing." As I say so I nuzzle my nose in the crook of her neck, and she keeps giggling, trying to break free from me, not that I am helping her in any way. Slowly, I kiss my way from her neck, down to the small décolleté that her bathrobe procures me, and she keeps trying to wriggle free, half laughing as she tries to be serious,

"You're sweaty. I'm going to need another shower if you keep squishing me."

"I like the idea of you in the shower. Especially if it's because I made you sweaty."

I imprison with my hand one of her boobs as I say so, though it is still covered by her bathrobe, and her eyes sparkle with lust, unknowingly prompting me to kiss her. I take her lips between mine, and she immediately cooperates, moaning when I start grinding against her.

As soon as I let go of her hands, they fly to my hair, bringing my face even closer to her, and I growl when she grips my hair at the root. I completely get lost in the moment, only thinking of Ana, how much I want her, and how happy she makes me, but when I break our kiss for air, I come back to reason.

So I lean my forehead against hers, slightly out of breath (and it has nothing to do with the run), and I remind her, "I did promise you a date on a Canadian wheel, and I am a man of my word, Miss Steele."

"Oh … that's true."

I can't help but be smug at the slight disappointment on her face, and I peck her lips before getting up and going to the bathroom to take the coldest shower in history.

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After we've had breakfast, I take Ana out, as promised, her hand safely secured in mine. I have managed to convince her to let me treat her, though it isn't necessarily my shop of choice. I was thinking along the lines of some of those clothing brands that Mia likes to wear when she's in the city, but Ana dragged me to a second-hand book store.

She spent almost an hour swooning book after book, sniffing them, and just opening them as if she was trying on clothes, but I didn't complain. It's obvious that it's something she likes, so who am I to say anything about that? I try to convince her to take whatever she wants, but she settles for only the hardcover copies of a few Stephen King's books, marvelling at the fact that she likes to own second hands books because it gives them character.

"But sometimes the untouched has more value than the used," I argue with her and she quirks an eyebrow at me,

"Is that a not so subtle analogy to the fact that I'm a virgin?"

"Uh? No! I was thinking of pieces of art that are protected and untouched. Don't be a perv."

She wiggles her eyebrows, proud of her statement and I roll my eyes at her, pulling her close so I can kiss her temple as we queue to pay for her books. We get a couple of glances from someone else shopping, but I don't really care. My eyes are all on Ana.

"What if I buy you first editions? Would you snob them because they lack character?"

"Haha. I'd probably be too respectful to even touch them. What about falling asleep in the middle of a book? What about taking it on the commute? What about throwing it across the room when the characters are being stupid?"

I laugh, and we finally get to the punter, paying her ridiculous amount for her books that she holds as if they were a treasure. We exit the door, though I am not giving up on my quest of buying her something else,

"But you'd agree that first editions are still something you'd like. Maybe signed copies? I'm sure I can find a way to have Stephen King sign those."

She looks at me as Taylor comes to us to take her bag from her and she stands on her tippy toes to kiss my cheek,

"Thank you Christian for my books. It is very appreciated that you were patient with me to let me roam like a maniac in the shop. I'm pretty sure that if I asked for Canada, you'd buy it for me, but I don't need it."

I laugh with her, wrapping my arm around her waist as we slowly walk toward the wheel, shortly followed by Taylor who put Ana's books in the car.

"I'm short of a few billion to get you Canada. But I can work on it if you want."

"I'm a simple girl, Christian. If you want to make me happy, just know I'll always value experience over the material."

"Well, technically, we can combine both. For instance, I can buy you an island. I'm sure you never experienced being a landowner."

"Actually, I have."

I turn my head to her, surprised about that fact and she shrugs, looking down as she softly explains, "My Mom's parents owned a nice plot of land in Georgia and she inherited them when they died. She gave me the deeds when I turned eighteen."

"And you never turned it into a profit? You could have avoided student loans. I'd be more than happy t —"

She shakes her head and cuts me off. "No, Christian. I know it's a question of ego, but I wanted my career to be mine and mine only, coming from my sweat and tears. I … I don't want to own anything to anyone."

"That's ridiculous, Ana. No one makes it without help. Not Einstein, not Steve Jobs, not you."

"You did."

"And I had money, to begin with, given to me by my parents. And I have an amazing support system around me as well. Both financial and emotional."

She doesn't answer anything, keeping her eyes on the ground, and I'm about to insist that she can still get profit from it and that I am more than happy to help her with it, but then she mutters, so low that I can barely hear her among the other people around us,

"It's just that it came weirdly. I never knew my grandparents from my Mom's side. And Dad's side … they're at odds with him. I just felt weird taking something from people I never knew in the first place. And … it's with. My Mom as of now. It's just complicated."

I look at her again, seeing her so vulnerable and I kiss her temple, squeezing her shoulder as I reassure her, "I understand. But I'm still available in the future. Just so you don't let that sleep."

She looks back up at me and smiles, her wit back, "Well, in that case, you don't need to buy me an island."

I chuckle, spotting an ice cream truck and walking us toward that direction before asking, "What does your Mom do for a living then?"

"She's a translator for children's books mostly. But sometimes she does translate an adult novel or two."

"How many languages does she speak?"

"Ten. But she only translates in seven. And before you ask, I only speak three languages. English, Spanish and French."

I whistle, impressed by Ana's Mom and I finally ask the question that has been on my mind for a while, "What do you never talk about her?"

She thinks about it for a second and says, "I … I don't know. My relationship with my Mom is … special. And I guess I always did my best to keep it to myself so it would be just ours and no one would be able to make anything ugly about it."

I nod, thinking that she must have a special relationship with her mother indeed if her mother decided that breaking her family apart was the best thing to do. But Ana doesn't seem to hold any sort of resentment or grudge toward her mother. Just love and even pride. I guess I'll see when I'll meet her.

I buy us some ice cream and she gives me her best smile as we finally get to the wheel. But before we get in, I give my phone to Taylor and act like the tourist I never was, asking for a picture of us. Ana opens her mouth to argue, but I kiss her and kiss down any argument she could have,

"You have to give me this. This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time."

She locks her jaw but turns to Taylor nonetheless to pose with me and smile at the camera. I grin when I take my phone back, glad that Taylor did not settle for a single picture, though it is clear that he has no future as a professional photographer, and I ask Ana,

"Why is it so hard for you to take a picture with me when you did a whole photoshoot with your friend?"

She grimaces, licking her ice cream and getting to the wheel so we can sit in a cabin when it's our turn and she says, "I wasn't supposed to do that. Claudia, Jose's go-to model broke her wrist two days before the shoot and he was really looking for this shoot. I mean, it's a very good one. So he asked Kate but she couldn't because it was the weekend of her mother's death anniversary. I was back home, so I volunteered."

"He didn't ask?"

"Jose would never ask me to do that," she scoffs as if I just said the most ridiculous thing on the planet, and I repress myself from rolling my eyes. He probably just whined in front of her so she would feel sorry for him and tell him that she would be his model. But since Jose is a sensitive topic for her and I don't want to risk another argument about him (especially in the middle of our date), I don't say anything.

I mean, I shouldn't care, I have my picture of Ana after all. And I know I will also get the ones Jose made as well, and pretty soon. After all, if he had his venue as Mia said, it means they are for sale. I just need to get there before anyone else can see them. I know it happens sometimes for buyers to buy arts before the showing so they can keep the exclusivity of it to themselves.

As we sit in the cart, Ana keeps licking on her vanilla ice cream (the irony of that is not lost on me as someone who used to go weekly to BDSM clubs); and when we finally get moving, she peers at my phone where I am setting her picture in her contact info.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, babe."

"Can you please the picture to your phone only?"

This makes me frown and I turn my head to look at her, Martha's words coming back to me. 95% of women don't consider themselves as beautiful.

"Ana … babe … you are beautiful. How can you think otherwise?"

She raises an eyebrow at me, surprised by my statement. But then she shrugs and looks back in front of her as we rise in the air. "I never said that I wasn't."

"Then, what's the matter? Of course, I'd want pictures of my girl. Especially when she looks as good as you." I kiss her cheek to make a point and she sadly smiles, softly shaking her head,

"I get that. And I don't want you to feel you're missing out on something because I don't like pictures, so I concede. But now, you have to understand that I want any pictures you'd take of me to stay on your phone only."

"Why?"

"Because I don't like what I see and I don't want to feel uncomfortable when I visit you at your place or at your office."

She isn't making any sense. How can she think she's beautiful if she doesn't like what she sees? So I try to reassure her once more, "Babe, you are —"

"I know, Christian. But please."

Her tone is to the point, not leaving room for argument. So I concede, for the time being, but I am definitely going to work on that. Maybe I can get her to accompany me to one of Martha's sessions and Martha can see clear in that.

"Okay."

She smiles and suddenly recalls something, handing me her ice cream as she pats herself looking for something. "By the way, I got you something."

She then produces from her pocket a small keychain of Montreal and gives it to me, along with the Amex, all the while taking her ice cream back. I smile looking at the red and white object in my hand. It's a very simple keychain, with the cliche maple leaves, and a very touristy I Heart Montreal, but I love it nonetheless. And it gives me an idea for something else.

But I still notice the way she quickly gave me back my card and so I narrow my eyes at her, "Did you pay for this with the Amex?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're a mind reader, Mr Grey?"

"You might like to read books, but I like to read you better," I counter, and she slightly blushes, finishing her ice cream before nonchalantly saying, looking at the horizon before us and enjoying the view,

"Can I get a go at this whole mind-reading thing, then? Let's see if you're an open book as well?"

"Go ahead. Give it your best shot. What am I thinking?"

She looks back at me, her beautiful blue eyes looking deep into my soul before deadpan, "You're in love with me."

I say nothing, keeping my face unreadable and making sure she can't read anything more about my feelings for her. She quirks her eyebrow up at my poker face, a small smirk on her tantalising lips as he matter-of-factly says, "It's okay. I'm in love with you too."

And she leans as we reach the top of the wheel, so she can kiss me.

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚Okay, let's talk about this first ... she said it ... she said it ... I think Christian is literally on Cloud 9

💚 Now, what about what Ana said about her Mom? Anyone can see what Ana's story will be about?

💚 And what did you think of those little gifts?

💚Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. What was your favourite part? What do you think will happen next?

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).

Love, Mina 💚💚💚