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💚 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‼️
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Chapter 47: The Return Of The Wicked (1,6K)
Of course, since I have to leave for London on Monday, I don't get to spend the whole weekend with Ana. And though I proposed until I was blue in the face, Ana refused to follow me to the UK. Which I think is ridiculous. She's not going to build a career in SIP, and she would have been able to do some research about Jack the Ripper and whatever crazy other British serial killer she would like to obsess about.
So here I am, in rainy London, alone in my hotel when I'm not working, with the only contact I have with her being via text. With the time difference, it is a tad too complicated to coordinate FaceTiming. But at least, being away from her made me discover a new side of dating, texting. And Ana definitely knows how to play with words.
Twice I ended up hard to the point where I had to put my phone down and take a breather.
What am I going to do with you when I get back? ~ Christian
I don't know. But I'm sure you can figure out many things. In case it didn't click Friday night out at the club. I can get very … flexible … ~ Ana
How I noticed! And I know I'm not the only one who noticed. The way she moved her body to the rhythm of the museum, sometimes in unnatural positions. The way she could drop to the floor and get back to her feet in the blink of an eye, the way she moved her delectable ass …
To be fair, this is on you. Had you listened to me, you'd be with me right now, coming down from one of the many orgasms I would have given you. ~ Christian
But you're so good at it that you can give me orgasms from so far away. I might have to go commando soon. You've ruined too many of my panties. ~ Ana
I repress a growl, hoping that she's only joking. I don't want her to go commando without me being around. What if she wears a dress and it's a windy day. Nope! No one but me is enjoying that ass. But that's not what I bounce on.
I'd rather ruin your pussy, right now. ~ Christian
That's because you're a pervert. But it's okay, I love that you're MY pervert. And … as of right now, since you're so far away and can't ruin anything, I guess I'll have to take care of it myself. ~ Ana
what do you mean? ~ Christian
Guess where my free hand is … 😏 ~ Christian
I let out a heavy sigh, closing my eyes as I picture Ana touching herself. She should have come with me.
You can't touch yourself! ~ Christian
Why not? Are you going to punish me if I do? ~ Ana
Do you want me to? Because that's a lot of spanking you know. And we're still a few days off from my return. ~ Christian
Oh, so we're tallying then? Shall I tell you about the wet dream I had last night? ~ Ana
This woman! She is going to kill me! And I will enjoy every minute of it.
Depends. Was I in it? ~ Christian
The main star. Do you want me to tell you how it went? Just so you know if you should punish me or reward me … ~ Ana
I tell her to go on, closing my eyes as I wait for her answer. What a waste of a wet dream. I could have been with her and made her dream a reality. But instead, we're half a planet apart. I open back my eyes, seeing that she messaged me when Taylor knocks on my door.
I know I'm late, but they can fucking wait! I mean, this is just as important. If not more. So I ignore the man. But he insists so I stomp to the door, keeping my phone in my hand. I'm not losing sight of what's important here.
When I slam open the door, he looks at me with an odd gleam in his eyes. "Sorry sir, but this is urgent."
"What is it?" I bark. Someone better has died!
"I … Can I come in?"
Well, this completely throws me off and I step aside for him to do so. Taylor has never acted like that before. I put my phone on silent and in my pocket to give him my full attention and he clears his throat.
"A friend of mine from my army days works as a jailer at the WCCW."
I don't like where this is going. Why would Taylor talk to me about a women's prison? I know why, but for a brief second, I just want to stay delusional.
"Elena Lincoln was released for good behaviour a few hours ago."
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I don't know how, but I am back in Seattle, in the cocoon of my apartment, lashing out against the boxing bag. It's been so long since I've been in this room. How can she be left out?! (Blow) How!? (Blow) She prayed on kids, not just me! (Blow) And because she hasn't been in any riots and she's done a few community services, she's allowed to come out! (Blow)
How is this fair!? (Blow)
How is she even still alive!? (Blow)
Aren't pedos like her supposed to get the worst treatment in jail! (Blow). She was supposed to suffer for the rest of her life! (Blow). And why am I so affected by this?!
I raise my arm to strike again but stop when the bag falls to the floor. I've been too violent. And yet, I'm still not purged. It's even hard to breathe. So I go to the one thing that always calmed me no matter what, moulding clay. My first financial disaster, clay helped me. My first argument with my parents after Elena, clay helped me.
But when I step into the room, all I see is red. And it's too hot. I still can't breathe. I take a vase in my hands, looking at it as I recall what Eric told me "fragile and weak aren't the same thing". Right now, I don't see the difference.
I'm a scared boy again, afraid to get yet another beating if he so much as opens his mouth about what is happening. So I smash down the vase. And as the clay explodes on the floor, it sets me on a rampage and I trash the whole place, trying to find peace, trying to find air.
I can't breathe. I've never been so angry and I've never felt so lost in my life. I can't breathe. I … I fall on my knees, clenching my hair and hurling my distress, not caring about the mess around me, not caring about the shards of clay biting the skin of my knees.
How did this happen!?
I just … want to burn the world down.
With my hands still in my hair, I look up trying to find an anchor before I let the darkness engulf me, and I see Ana looking at me as she emerges from the water. I have managed to get the photographs from Jose's show, even before the exposition was over. And I have stored them here because I know Ana would never stumble across this room.
I look at her picture, once again struck by her beauty and before I can even think about it, I get on my feet and go to her place, without telling anyone about it. Taylor has witnessed enough of my bad mood.
Once I get to her apartment, I realise my mistake because I have left my phone at home, or wherever, really and it's still the middle of the afternoon. So I sit on the floor, hoping that she won't decide to go out tonight and wait for her to be back from work.
I don't know how long I've stayed on that floor. An hour or ten, all I know is that I have been brooding here, thinking of all the ways I can get Elena back where she belongs. But finally, I hear Ana's steps. She's wearing heels today.
She stops at a halt when she sees me, and though I want to get up, I can't. She rushes to my side, kneeling by my side as she worriedly inquires,
"Christian! What happened to you? What are you doing here?!"
I was only supposed to be back on Sunday. I look down at her she's touching me, and I see her brush off the clay from my trousers. Then she prompts me to get up, checking my face and making me follow her fingers before she takes me in her apartment.
And there is something about this place. It must be because I'm alone with her. Or maybe it's a familiar scent always stronger in that apartment. Or maybe it's the aftershock. All I know is that I tell her with a crooked voice,
"Babe, I need you."
She takes me in her arms, and as soon as I feel her comforting presence against me, I burst in tears.
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💚 And how do you think Ana will react and what will happen next? Seems pretty obvious to me, but that's because I'm in my head, haha
💚 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 💚💚💚