My dear little broccolis💚💚💚
💚 So, this story is dedicated to two particular authors with whom I have briefly touched on those issues, and who make amazing stories. paleseptember10 & Krooela. Go check them out, you won't regret it.
💚 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‼️
💚 READ & REVIEW, DON'T BE A SILENT READER 💚
Chapter 41: Apple (2,2K)
It's been two weeks since I have learned about SIP struggling and I have made the decision of buying it, to Jack's greatest surprise. It's true that I'm risking losing money over it, and I never make a business decision that will cost me money. But if I have to be honest with myself, this isn't just a business decision. It's a hundred per cent a decision that comes from my heart.
I haven't told Jack that Ana works at SIP, he will discover that soon enough when he will go over the list of employees. Just like I haven't told Ana that I'm buying the place where she works. First, since she hasn't told me anything about it, I don't even know if she is aware of the fact that the company is slowly but surely dying.
Second, I know her. I know that if I tell her, she is going to fuss and argue that it's unnecessary. But I'll be damned if I don't do this. I mean, if I were to listen to myself, Ana wouldn't even need to work. She could stay at Escala and focus on studying for her application to her dream job. But Ana barely lets me buy her dinner. So let's not push the button and ask her to be a stay-at-home girlfriend.
I've already made this plan to have her salary increased, as well as covered with proper insurance. Jack almost lost it. It's not how we usually do things unless we are actually buying the company and turning it into a branch of GEH. Then everyone has to be on the same regimen and standards, so it's justified.
I could change SIP into Grey Publishing or something, but then Ana would immediately know. So maybe not just yet. Though Jack made a valid point of pinpointing that if we sell the SIP locals, and open a floor to them here, we could save on money. So all in all, at some point, I won't be able to hide it from Ana that I bought her place of work.
But it's a problem for later. As of now, I am still to get a positive answer from Ana to move in with me. But to be positive, we have spent every single night together, and mostly at my place. And yet, we still didn't have sex.
Not that we stopped in our foreplays. I mean, the only break we had is when she had her periods just a few days ago. And still, I was lucky enough to get blowjobs and handjobs. Oddly enough, neither of us ever tries to go further once we're done. And if she hadn't cleared that with me before, I would have easily assumed that she was just waiting for marriage.
But … I like this routine. I like coming home to her. I like how she takes care of me. I like how she knows me better than anyone else, and how with a single one of my breaths, she knows what's wrong. But most importantly, I just like being with her. Probably because I am madly in love with her.
As of right now, we are on the jet to France, and she is still trying to know where I am taking her. I have to say, I am quite proud of this feat that she hasn't been able to get this out of me. Though to be fair, every time she tried to talk about this over the past few weeks, I changed the topic. I mean, the girl can know how I'm feeling just by the way I drink my coffee in the morning. So I am not giving her any clues. I even asked Gail to be the one to pack her suitcase, so she wouldn't have any sort of clue.
Of course, Ana being Ana found a way to complain about that, saying that she didn't want my housekeeper, or anyone in that matter, to fool around with her underwear. But she caved in, in the end, with the promise that next time, I would let her pack at least her intimate items. I think it's ridiculous, because Gail packs my luggage all the time, and I never made it an issue that she would see my boxers. But Ana likes to focus on the most inconsequential things.
We don't talk much on our way to France, mostly because we're both tired. It's the middle of the night, and we both worked a little when we got on the plane. She was on her paper, I was busy with my usual workload.
Still, when we land in Montignac, on the private runway of one of my clients who lives nearby, I am fully awake, ready to give my girl the time of her life. Yes, we're here a day early for her birthday, but still. I have been wanting to do this for so long. Ever since her graduation when she was fawning over her fictional caveman.
Next to the runway, an SUV is waiting for us, and Taylor gets behind the wheel, letting the driver know that he will take care of it and that we will be back in the afternoon. It's only when we are on the highway that Ana has her first clue, and she turns to me with the brightest fucking smile I have ever seen on her beautiful face.
"NO?!" She exclaims with glee and surprise and I just grin at her. She wraps her arms around me and kisses my cheek before she starts telling me how much she has wanted to visit the Lascaux cave since she read that book about Homo Sapiens.
For thirty minutes straight, she talks about our ancestors and how they lived, how they hunted, how they built their small societies, and I love seeing this side of Ana. She has turned into an obsessive talking machine, and every single one of her breath is laced with prehistorical facts.
But of course, since I always go over the top as she says, I have yet another surprise for her when we get there. The original cave has been closed to the public for preservation measures. And though it took me a lot of convincing and a consequent check to the Museum. But I know it will be worth it.
When we get there, ii direct Ana away from the crowd and toward the original cave where the director is waiting for us. He briefs us on the fact that we will have to wear suits and that we are to stay with our guide at all times. We also get endless warnings not to touch anything when we're inside the cave, but Ana just frantically nods, her smile still plastered on her face.
when we get there, at first, I don't really focus on the thing. I mean, it's just painting on a wall, when I have the most beautiful creation of this good Earth next to me. But after ten minutes … something odd takes over me and I pay attention. It's more than the painting. It's more than the colours. It's more than the fact that we can still understand the forms. Its … history.
This is the proof that we existed. That we always longed to share with others. Whether this is a story or something that really happened, it's here. More than that, it is still here. How many things that were made by man can say the same thing? Those cavemen had nothing but their instincts and guts, and yet they made something that lasted millennia.
Will I leave my print on the world too? But how? Being a CEO isn't a big deal in the grand scheme of humanity. Is my name going to live on? I'm no Einstein, I'm no Genghis Khan, I'm no Mansa Moussa. How are people going to remember me in the next generations? No one is remembered for being rich.
And then, I turn to Ana who is drinking everything the guide is telling her, even the way the new cave was made, with the artists not using modern paint but trying to replicate how they think the cavemen made their paints. And I have my answer.
Even if I don't get to be remembered by humanity, I will be remembered by my family. And the only future family I will ever have, it will be with Ana.
.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.
Ana hasn't stopped thanking me for the day. she is beyond thrilled with our trip. So much so, that she didn't even argue when I told her that it wasn't her actual present but just an experience I wanted to share with her. I have never seen her eyes sparkle so much about something. Not even when she talks about murders and serial killers.
We left Montignac a little bit later than planned, mostly because the place in itself is also beautiful and we got lost in the moment, enjoying the beautiful scenery. Our flight to Paris was short, but when we got there, we went straight to our room, ordered room service and fell asleep whilst watching some french program on TV.
Now, the actual day of her birthday, we're being as touristy as possible. We went to the Louvre Museum in the morning, though we only visited the prehistorical part of it (and the Mona Lisa of course). Then we had lunch in Montmartre with the beautiful view over Sacré-Cœur.
And right now, we're in a Pandora shop on the Champs Élysées, buying a charm to go on her bracelet. A little Eiffel Tower. She bought me a little cock to go on my keychain earlier near the Louvre and is yet to complain about me spending money on her. Even though I have gone overboard on this particular avenue.
I mean, the Champs Elysées was clearly built with a consumer in mind. Everything is made for you to stop and buy. I bought her a couple of bags and outfits, and a watch that matches the one I got myself. A few books and a pen. And of course, a complete set of jewellery. I tried to bargain the idea of a new laptop so she can work on an efficient machine for her paper, but the azerty argument stopped me.
Over dinner at the Eiffel Tower, she is wearing the dress I got her earlier, and so many men are looking at her even though they are accompanied themselves. Which of course makes me grind my teeth. I know my girl is gorgeous, but if people could stop looking at her as if she was free.
I let her know that Paris is Grace's favourite city and that Carrick always takes her here for their important anniversaries. Which reminds me that Mia needs to implement in Dad's head that he needs to take Mom later than usual this year. Ana lets me know that her mother likes Cairo a lot and that Ray took Carla there after our meeting. But I don't ask further because the smile she's had since yesterday slightly faded when she talks about her parents.
When we get back to the Crillon Hotel, I go straight to the bathroom to empty my bladder. It's been a rather hot day and I drank much more water than I usually do. When I get back to the room, Ana is still dressed in her little black dress, with her high heels still on her feet and she's looking at the Parisian view through the window. I still have no idea how she managed to keep her heels all day long when Paris has so many impractical cobbled streets.
I silently get to her and kneed her naked shoulders, kissing her neck with love and she hums with pleasure, taking a deep breath through her nose. "Can I ask you something?"
"You know you can ask me anything, babe."
"Okay. Let me rephrase that, can I ask for something."
I break our contact to look at her, slightly curious with her sudden seriousness. "Ask and it's yours."
She bites down on her luscious lip and I instinctively reach my hand to free her lip. Her blue eyes carefully watch me, and I try to read into her thoughts, but I'm not as good as her.
"I want to be … a brat for my birthday, I guess. I want yet another present from you."
I smile to encourage her, praising everything that is holy on this planet. Finally, she asks for something. I never thought I would see this day. Though she knows I won't refuse her anything. So I don't understand why she is so shy about it.
"I mean … we're in Paris. And … I just want to try this."
I frown, still not sure of what she means, but when she closes the gap between us to kiss me, it finally clicks and I bring my hands to her face to cup it.
❌PLEASE DO NOT COPY, DOWNLOAD OR SHARE THIS ANYWHERE OTHER THAN HERE❌
.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.
💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚
💚 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 💚💚💚