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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 40: Saviour (2,7K)
As soon as the colonel leaves, I take Ana in my arms and kiss her neck, making her laugh as she points out, "See? You survived. It wasn't that bad."
"Yeah, right. I don't think we had the same experience babe. To you, it may have been innocent, but to the rest of us, normal human beings, your father just admitted to being a super spy. You better never get injured under my watch, I know for a fact now that he will make me disappear."
She rolls her eyes, shaking her head before she registers what I just said and puts her hand on her hips. "Under your watch? Christian, I'm a grown woman, I am under no one's watch. Not yours, not my Dad's, not anyone's."
"I know, I know. You're little miss indépendent," I smirk. "I was just joking. In case it wasn't clear for you, it will take more than a Black Op, or whatever he is, to keep me away from you Miss Steele."
She smiles at me and closes the distance between us to peck my lips, "That's more in the lines of what I want to hear."
I grin at her, and when she locks her arms around my nape to deepen our kiss, I grimace and break our embrace, letting her know, "I have a couple of things to do before bed. I won't be long, I promise."
"You better. My Dad is not the only one who knows how to make a person disappear."
I shake my head and kiss her lips before going to my office to do a few work-related matters. I also summon Taylor, and after checking with him a few other things, I join Ana in my room, but she is still in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. She's already in pyjamas, her face slightly red and moisturised and she smiles at me when I reach for my own toothbrush to clean my teeth.
She stops whatever she was listening to on her music player and removes her earbuds, bumping her hip to mine with cheek. I chuckle, my eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror. She's wearing silk shorts with a tank top, all red that clashes with her porcelain skin, but make me want to endlessly caress her.
I don't know what Caroline Acton was thinking when she bought those clothes, but it clearly wasn't sleep. Because every single pyjama that she had for Ana (yes, I peeked) are all the same: lust triggering for me. Every time I picture or see Ana in one of those pyjamas, all I can think about is how much I want to peel her out of them.
When she's finished with her teeth and she's rinsed her mouth, Ana takes her brush and starts to take care of her hair. But I quickly spit out the toothpaste in my mouth and take the brush out of her hand. If she's not going to let me take care of her financially, I'll be damned if I can't even do that simple thing.
She doesn't say a thing and lets me pass the brush through her hair, and for a brief moment, I'm taken back to when I was a kid with my birth mother. She used to have luxurious hair as well, and she'd often let me play with it. I say play because, in hindsight, I don't think I was doing anything right to her hair, except create endless knots.
"We're so domestic," Ana giggles, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror reflection.
I smile, nodding in agreement, but keeping my focus on her hair. Ana's hair is so thick, dark and healthy. I love having my fingers in it. Whether I just kiss her or we're simply watching a movie, I just love losing my fingers in her hair.
Once I'm done with the brushing, she hands me her hairband, but I dismiss it and lean, moving her hair to the side so I can kiss her neck as I let her know about something that has been going on in my mind for a while,
"You know, we could be even more domestic regularly. You could move in."
I look back at the mirror, analysing every single of one her expression, but all she has for me is a reserved smile. I know I've caught her off guard. But we're always together, whether it is at my place or at hers. And I like the idea of thinking that she'd be home when I get home.
When she's been silent for more than five minutes, despite my constant kisses on her neck, I press her for an answer, "Ana…"
"Let's learn to walk before we run, Christian."
I repress an eye roll. Ana is always so cautious about everything. Why is she always so reserved to take the next natural steps with me? It's not like she doesn't know how to live with someone already. And I'm certainly not going to back down. I want this particular fantasy to become reality.
"Babe, we're already jogging. We could have this every night. It's not like we're not already spending every night together. It would just be here, instead of always trying to figure out where we would be. Plus, we wouldn't have to worry about Elliott and kate killing our vibes."
"Let me think about it."
I open my mouth to keep arguing my case and making it clear that there is nothing to think about, but she breaks our little spell and turns to face me as she repeats herself,
"I'll think about it, I promise. But I won't answer now, no matter how much you try to convince me."
I frown, reminding her, "I'm not a patient man, Anastasia."
"Maybe I can convince you to be patient," she smirks, her eyes full of lust as she bites down on her lower lip.
How is she looking at me like that going to help me wait to have her with me every night? I lean down to kiss her, but she seems slightly reticent. Her right hand softly caresses my left arm, from my shoulder to my hand, and then, she takes me by surprise by going for my trousers.
I open my eyes, breaking our kiss and she keeps smirking at me, never breaking eye contact as she unbuckles my belt. I know she said she wanted to reciprocate what I do to her, but we've never had the chance to do so so far. Mostly because I really enjoy giving her pleasure.
She has given me a couple of handjobs after I've gone down on her, but I didn't last that long, to be honest. This woman has a magical touch that makes me lose all the self-control I have acquired over the years.
Slowly, she gets to her knees, taking my trousers and boxers down with her and her eyes always on me, and she starts to play with my cock. Gently, softly, almost teasingly, and my heart is all over the place.
At first, she just kisses me, but when I bring my hand to her hair, she fully takes me in her mouth. And I think I'm going to die. Especially since she keeps her eyes on me. I can see in her blue sapphires that she's not a hundred per cent sure of what she's doing, but she clearly has no idea of what she's doing to me.
No matter how many times I have gone to the club, I don't think I have ever seen something as erotic as what is happening right now. She's killing me. She closes her eyes, trying to get as much of me as possible in her mouth, and I moan, gripping her hair and throwing my head backwards.
I feel the head of my cock tickle the back of her throat and instantly worry that it might be too much for her, but she keeps going and even moans. This woman is amazing! She will be the end of me! I keep my hand in her hair and start to guide her head on my shaft, to see how deep she can take me. But she keeps surprising me by taking me in over and over again without ever gagging.
So I start to rock my body against her face, getting lost in the moment. I don't think I have ever been this aroused in my entire life. I am on cloud nine. And when she brings her hand to cup my balls, I know that I am done for.
I try to back away, but she doesn't let me, and before I know it, I cum in her mouth, cursing out my release. I open back my eyes, looking down at the most amazing woman in the world on her knees for me, and she proudly smiles at me before getting up and turning so she can spit in the sink.
I wrap my arms around her and apologise, "I'm sorry babe. This was so unexpected that —"
"No. I thought I could do the whole shpill, but it tastes … well, it's not for me."
She takes back her toothbrush and I kiss her spine as she brushes her teeth again. I let her know, my lips on her skin, "How is this supposed to make me want to be patient? Because this makes me want to have you with me 24/7 even more."
She chuckles, still brushing her teeth and looking at my reflection, before she spits and orders me, "Stop talking nonsense and trying to subtly pressure me to move in with you, and go get ready for bed. Otherwise, I will fall asleep with no arms around me."
"Yes, Ma'am," I salute before stepping away from her and finishing the stripping that she has started earlier.
She quickly eyes me before going to the bedroom and letting me know that if I take too long, I will find a snoring mess, and so I take the quickest shower known to man. I don't even take the time to put my pyjamas on and just settle for boxers. Given the heat anyway, it's not a bad idea.
She smiles at me when I snuggle next to her and take her in my arms after making sure that there is a sheet between us, and when she wishes me goodnight, I insist one last time, "Just know that if you say yes, you will make me the happiest man on this fucking planet."
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The next day is rather eventless. Well, there is a lot of work as per usual, but it's nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing except the fact that Jack finally managed to pin me down as he has been trying to do so for months.
"So? Is this something that is going to become regular, Grey? Because I never had to chase you so much before. I thought you didn't like letting things unresolved."
I ignore his taunt and ask what he has for me. every year, I help a business that is struggling. Whether it is a dying business or an up-and-coming business. It's a way to give back to the Universe what it has been giving me.
Usually, by the second half of the year, I already designated the business GEH is going to help, and we have a whole semester to do the paperwork and proper;y help them, so when the new year begins, they can start over on healthy grounds. But this year, I have been postponing the thing
"What do you have for me, Jack?"
"Well, since you've been sending me to the bushes for months, I shortened the selection. So … we have this company. AngelsB. It's definitely the most risqué of the three I have selected. Two freshly graduated friends who want to develop a line of biker clothes. They have a couple of interesting prototypes. You have the airbag Jacket, the AC Jacket, the helmet with headphones included, and gloves that can touch the screen.
But they just developed the prototypes. There is no business plan behind it all. A couple of engineers, so they clearly didn't think of the real core of a company. They just have the name so far."
I look at their file, and I am most intrigued. Given how big I am on safety, that is definitely something I could get behind. And I can see this becoming a lucrative thing. Bikers have this true community, so if one buys the products, it will quickly spread like wildfire. Maybe I can take care of the business aspect of it all. Well, hire someone to do so. But then again, it is sure that not a thing will be ready for January. Still, I'm tempted.
Jack lets me look at the file over and over again, before sliding the second one, which immédiatly makes me grimace. It's for yet again a restaurant. Fusion food nonetheless. Not my thing. The food industry is a sector that will always bring me money, no matter what, but I'm starting to get tired of everyone who has seen two episodes of Hell's Kitchen thinking that they are a chef.
I barely listen to Jack's speech. Mostly because, even though I'm tired of this trope, this is probably the safest bet. Especially since they want to open in an area of Seattle where they will have very little concurrence, but quite a few customers.
I'm almost tempted to disregard the third option and go with the restaurant, though I will definitely tell Jack to get me a meeting with the biker guys for next year when the name on the file of the third dossier catches my attention.
Seattle Independent Publishing
That's where Ana works! Is her place of work in trouble? How am I hearing this only now? And from Jack?! Why didn't Ana tell me about any of this before?
Jack doesn't seem to notice that my focus is solely on SIP, and he explains,
"This one … well, it's more a cultural safe than something that will bring you actual money. I just think that we should help an industry that is struggling to stay upfloat. Especially one that has a direct impact on culture.
They've been struggling for months, and even though they hire new and young people, they don't give them a voice. But they have published some quite respected names in the world of fiction. Especially romance and thrillers. It would be easy to get them out of their swamp. They need a fresh vibe. Maybe selling the local and localising them here. It's a thing of twenty people, so we can definitely work on that. But money-wise … people buy less and less physical books. So … maybe we'll have to invest into opening their portfolio to the digital world as well."
I don't even think about it, my decision is immediate, "We're saving SIP."
He looks taken aback, and when he opens his mouth to argue again that I am probably going to lose money doing so, I insist,
"We're saving the books. But get in touch with the bikers as well, just to talk."
He nods and takes his papers before leaving. I let out a sigh and look at the ceiling, pondering if I should call Ana. She should have told me that her job was in jeopardy. I would have helped her. Or is it again because of that bullshit of me already 'spending too much money on her'. In that case, maybe I shouldn't tell her just yet about what I'm about to do to her sinking workplace.
Rdv with Jack. 3 companies including sip. Save sip of course. Does Ana even know it's crumbling down?
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💚Okay, what do you think of Christian and his decision to buy SIP and not tell Ana?
💚 And he had his first BJ. Do you think Ana will say yes to moving in?
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