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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 28: Jealousy Is Even More Dangerous {27:4} (3,7K)
Christian's Pov
What the actual fuck!? I mean, I knew that he was going to be here, that's the whole reason why I am here myself, but why the fuck is he undressed? Was he just fucking her? Did I just catch her cheating on me? Is that why she didn't want me to pleasure her Sunday night? Because she knew she would get her freak on with him when he would come?
I quickly glance behind him, but Ana is still nowhere in sight. What the fuck? Begrudgingly, I look back at him, and it really looks like he was just fucking. His hair is all over the place, his face is all peaceful and serene, just like an afterglow, and his breathing is normal, but maybe he doesn't have much stamina.
But then I remember, Ana said that she was a virgin. She didn't give that up for a quickie, did she? And she's with me. She wouldn't tell me that this Jose character was coming to her place if she actually intended to cheat on me with him, right? Unless she thinks I'm really dumb and she can play me as she wants.
"I am Ana's boyfriend," I growl at him before looking at him with as much disdain as I can, "Who are you?"
That's really ridiculous because I know who he is. But petty as I am, I want to make him feel insignificant. I am almost tempted to buy the fucking building, just so I can ban him from ever entering it. Maybe I should do that. It's not out of my range. I just need a picture of his stupid face and his last name. Scratch that, Welch can find him.
Jose raises an eyebrow at me, and at that exact moment, I know that he knows about me and that he knows that I'm supposed to know who he is.
He lets out a small smirk, looking at me from head to toe as he leans against the doorframe, blocking me the access to the apartment as he crosses his arms and confidently questions, "Boyfriend? Are you sure about that?"
I am going to murder this guy. He's deliberately taunting me! And my fist would look so great in his face, breaking several of his perfectly white teeth. I try to keep it cool, but his eyes fall on my clenching fist, making him smirk even more as he raises his eyebrow further up.
He opens his mouth to say something ludicrous again, but we hear Ana's voice coming closer to us, "What's taking so long, Jose? Do you n— oh, Christian!"
She's definitely surprised to see me, and I'd say, she doesn't actually look so happy with my presence. But that barely lasts a second. She then looks at the flowers and smiles at me, moving the idiot from the way so she can take them from my hands.
"Thank you," she says with delight, and she gently reaches to peck my lips, but I'm not having that. I'm going to show that idiot that Ana is very well taken and very well taken care of.
So as soon as our lips collide, I bring my hand to her face and deepen our kiss into a full-blown make-out session. She gasps a little, caught off guard by this PDA since I usually keep it casual around people we know, but I don't care. I kiss her deeply, possessively, and make a show out of it.
Once we finally break our kiss, she's red as a tomato, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder, looking victoriously at the idiot who is still fucking smirking. He even lets out a chuckle, as if I was the butt of the joke.
I decide to ignore him and let my girlfriend know, looking back at her, "I just wanted to see you, babe."
She looks at me, her blue eyes steady on me before she takes a small breath and tells us to go in the living room as she goes looking for a vase for the flowers. The idiot sits on the sofa, and since there is no way in hell I would sit next to him, I sit in the armchair, doing my best to not call him on his rudeness.
After all, propriety says that he should leave the sofa to the people he knows are involved in a relationship. I mean, this is basic human and social courtesy, but I shouldn't expect much from a guy who crashes at my girlfriend's place whenever he wishes. He didn't even go to put on a shirt. I wish we were in the middle of winter, so he would be freezing like the punk he is.
Ana comes back with the flowers in a vase and she puts them in the middle of the table as she asks me, "How was New York?"
I quickly look her way, slightly taken aback by how polite she just sounded. Not that Ana is usually rude or anything, but it was just … too polite if you ask me.
"Efficient," I let her know, and once she's sitting again, I remind her, "Clearly not as pleasant as it could have been if you had been there with me."
"Oh, you were in New York?" The idiot asks and I have no choice but to look at his idiotic face (which in a way is better than looking at his naked torso)
"Yes. I have an office there."
"Interesting. And what do you do, Ana's boyfriend?" He asks, making Ana roll her eyes as she elbows him.
It was pretty obvious by his tone that he knew exactly what I was doing. Ana probably talked to him about me and I wonder how much she shared. Suddenly, I recall my lawyer hammering me down about NDAs and all of that nonsense, and I wonder if I should have made her sign one.
But then again … I trust Ana. At least, I trust her to not tell the world about my issues. Kate seems to be clueless about them, which means that neither Ana nor Elliott told her about them. Let's just hope she treats Jose the same way she treats Kate.
"Stop being a smartass, Jose! This is the Christian I told you about. Christian, this is Jose, as you well know."
Well, this is making it clear, she is not duped for a second. She knows I came here today because of him. Though I also did miss her a lot, and I did want to see her. In fact, I would have rather spent the night with just her. Preferably in her bed. Preferably without clothes. I know she can't touch me, but lately, I am just obsessed with the idea of touching her. Where she's never been touched. Hopefully.
"Oh, this Christian," Jose says and Ana glares at him, which makes Jose chuckle, passing his hand in his unruly hair as he says, "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll behave. Though I thought your Christian was just … what did you say? A business entrepreneur who started his company just a few years ago? I was expecting much less high brand."
Well, technically, she didn't lie, she just didn't tell him how successful I was. So I can understand why he would think I would still be at the bottom of the food chain. It can take years to actually make a name and a reputation. But I worked hard, and I had the right people by my side. Still, I am glad that Ana didn't tell him much about me. It just shows that I can trust her.
"What do you do?" I ask him, just to show Ana that I can engage with her idiotic acquaintance, and also to take him away from my life and business. How I wish Ana had come home with me tonight! We wouldn't be stuck here making small talk with that idiot. She wouldn't even need to bring anything. She has a whole wardrobe waiting for her at my place, and Gail has stacked up on her favourite tea and toiletries.
The idiot shrugs, shaking his hair a little with his hand as he lightly says, "I just graduated, and I'm not a genius like some people I know," he gave a pointed look to Ana. "Plus, my domain of expertise isn't that easy to get into without some good old-fashioned nepotism. So I do this and that in the meantime."
Yeah, blame the world for your failures. I see the type. Everything is everyone else's fault but his own. I mean, Ana has a job as we speak. Granted it int the one she wanted, but she found something to put food on the table, and she refused my help because she is against nepotism. But you have the idiot who thinks that the world hates him. Just a future bum who's going to cling unto Ana and his family until he sucks them dry.
"Jose is an artist," Ana says brightly, proud of that exploit as she points at the TV.
There is a picture of a beautiful landscape there, but until now, I figured they were watching something and that the movie had just been paused. But then, Ana presses Jose to show his thing, and, no matter how much I dislike him, he has more than an eye and he has style.
Whether it is a landscape, or a bird, or a building, the pictures are magnificent. I mean, if it hadn't been that idiot, I would have bought one straight up, especially since I like helping young struggling artists.
As the idiot scrolls through the pictures, Ana explains to me that he has an interview for a gallery this Saturday, and that is why he is here, and I look at the pictures before me. They are truly well taken. From a kitten jumping to reach its toy, to an old man apparently moonwalking on a crossroad, to a skyscraper looking infinitely taller than it is.
He must also be a good editor because his play on colours is amazing. There is this picture of literally a garbage can full of trash, and yet, the way some colours are highlighted, I can almost see the head of a man in it. The idiot might be an idiot, and I might not like him and his implication with my girlfriend, and he might think he is no genius, but he is one with a camera.
And then, any nice thought I had for this idiot flew out the window when I see the next set of pictures. It's Ana, posing for him, surrounded by flowers and water. My Ana! I don't have a single picture of her, she doesn't have a single picture of herself, and yet, this fucking idiot has all but six fucking pictures of her!
I clench my jaw, my fists tightly clenched as I look at Ana looking straight at the camera as she emerges from the water. It is fucking annoying that that idiot is so fucking good. The theme colour is rose gold and it suits her skin perfectly, all the while making her beautiful blue eyes pop. I can almost picture them going over and over again the thing as he tells her to pose this way, to look at the camera some other way, to be her best gorgeous self.
And I fucking hate him for that! She is my fucking girlfriend! I should be the one owning those pictures! I take a small breath, doing my best to hide my annoyance and I turn my head as the idiot lets her know,
"By the way, the dealer I'm seeing Saturday has fallen in love with those. She wants to make them the centrepiece of her exhibit if I sign with her."
Over my fucking dead body! No fucking way! I don't want any given creep to look at those pictures of Ana. Yes, she is fully closed, but there is something … erotic behind the innocence on display. I don't know how he fucking did it, but no!
"So you're going to sell them, ultimately?" I ask the idiot, and he shrugs, saying nonchalantly,
"It is the point. You know, struggling artists do need to feed themselves so they can make even more art."
"How much?" I ask, wondering if I can convince him to pass by my office in the morning so I can sign his damn check.
But instead of seeming rejoiced by my offer, he looks at me as if I were the idiot, before turning his head to Ana, his smirk finally disappearing from his face,
"Did you tell —-" his words die out in his mouth as he and Ana exchange a brief but intense look. It is pretty clear that whatever she didn't tell me, she told him, and it pisses me off! I am her fucking boyfriend after all! I should be privy to whatever that information is!
He looks at her with a mix of sadness and empathy, and for a brief second, I really feel like an intruder. Whatever just happened between them, I wasn't meant to see it, and it makes me feel like I am creeping on something extremely private. So I turn my head to avert my gaze, which pisses me off in retrospect. I am her boyfriend, he should be the one looking away from us sharing a silent and intimate moment! For fuck's sake.
"Jose actually already sold a few of his pictures. The exhibit would help him get a lot more exposure than doing it freelance," Ana says, making me finally look back.
She has a smile on her face, but her pictures have disappeared from the screen and are replaced with a sunrise over Sea-Tac, with a plane flying away. There is so much pride in her voice, and I'm pretty sure there isn't as much pride when she talks about me. Otherwise, the idiot would not have been surprised that I was already so successful.
I don't know what stops me from insisting right now to buy the pictures. Maybe it's because there is something off about her suddenly, or maybe it's because I don't like the idea of helping him. But I doubt it. I'd rather have the pictures than have them hung in some insidious venue for any given creep to see and then picture Ana whilst pleasuring himself. I'm pretty sure the idiot already did that. I will definitely do that when I will have a hold on those pictures.
Maybe I should get Andrea to find out about that exhibit, and then buy them there. It would give him some publicity, and Ana would be happy, and the pictures would be mine. I already know where I am going to have at least one of them.
The doorbell rings and Ana gets up to get the pizza, saying that she doesn't want the idiot to flash anyone else, and as I look at my beautiful girlfriend walk away, I ask the insolent idiot,
"Don't you own a shirt?"
And the smirk is back on his insufferable face. What I wouldn't give to simply erase it forever. No more smirks, no more perfectly white teeth, no more pretty face.
"Have you met Ray?" He asks me, completely ignoring my question and I am not going to give him the satisfaction to admit that the Colonel is a scary man. Especially since they are apparently on a nickname basis. So I nonchalantly shrug, and say as if nothing,
"Yes. Quite a charming man."
This makes him chuckle before he tilts his way toward the kitchen as we hear Ana there, calling out, "Need help, Twinkie?"
Ana reappears with pizza and a bottle of juice beneath her arm, "No, I'm good. Pizza is here."
He even has a fucking nickname for her! How can she not see that he is in love with her?! Between the pictures, the nickname and the nakedness. And to make it even better, as he bites into his slice of pizza, he says,
"I think your boyfriend might have the hots for me. My chest bothers me."
Ana rolls her eyes, giving me a slice and shaking her head as if to tell me to ignore him. "Stop thinking everyone has the hots for you. You're just abnormally undressed, in case you forgot."
"I didn't. But it's not like you haven't seen me with way less clothing on."
This guy really wants to die. He is so fucking lucky that I have been working on my self-control for so long. Because in my teen years, he would already be in the hospital.
Ana rolls her eyes again before reaching for the remote and turning on the news making sure that the conversation remains on what is happening on the TV. The whole evening is spent like that, and though I know that she swatched on the TV to deflect anything between the idiot and her, I can see what Elliott was talking about. There is strong chemistry between them. They obviously grew up together and it's obvious. They banter, they know each other's quirks, they touch each other. And I am left looking like a fool who can't even have his girlfriend touch him without panicking and hurting her.
When the pizza and the juice are over, Ana gets up, claiming that she is knackered and she gets the sofa ready for the idiot before giving me a small signal with her head for me to follow her.
I eagerly do, looking forward to sleeping again with her in my arms but she takes us to her front door and locks us out. I frown wondering if she wants some privacy from the idiot and I ask, "What's wrong, babe?"
"I'm walking you out," she says as if it is the next logical step of our evening.
"Uh? But … Why?"
"Because I told you I had my friend over and I never invited you to come and crash the party," she says matter-of-factly, which makes me see red. How dare she be annoyed when I have done nothing wrong?
"The half-naked party, you mean?"
She rolls her eyes, shaking her head with annoyance. "He spilt juice on his shirt and so I put it in the washer. Nothing more."
"Isn't he here for the weekend? He only brought one fucking shirt with him?!"
"Jose does what he wants in my home, Christian. He was invited."
"And I was not. I get it," I snap, feeling that it was a mistake to come here after all. I feel that not knowing would have been better after all.
She lets out a sigh and reaches for my hand, taking it slowly in hers to give me time to recoil if I feel the need to.
"No, you don't. You don't get it at all. If you want this relationship to work, Christian, you're going to have to trust me, just like I trust you. I don't hire PIs whenever you travel abroad or even out of Seattle, and you shouldn't put my word to the test like that when I already told you that Jose is nothing more than my friend. But here you are, coming not because you wanted to see me, but because you knew Jose would be here with me. And you didn't even try to be nice to him."
"Because he was?!" I immediately retort, because the fucker has been taunting me and if she denies it, she is fucking blind.
"It's not the point. I will have a talk with him too. But you have to understand that Jose is a part of my life. He will always be. And if you can't deal with that, then I am truly sorry. But this isn't my issue to fix. It is something that you are going to have to work on on your own because I have never given you any grounds to doubt me."
"And kicking me out in the middle of the night so you can spend the night with your hot half-naked guy friend is not reason enough?!"
She suddenly lets go of my hand, and the cold I feel by her sudden absence is reflected in her eyes and in her voice, "You have very little value in my word, Christian Grey."
I don't like how cold she suddenly feels. And I like even less the distance between us. So I reach her and cup her face as I let her know, "Of course I trust you. And of course, I do believe that you're not interested. But that doesn't mean that he is not."
"How would you know? You've only seen him once and you barely talked to him."
"I'm a guy and I'm very interested. Any red-blooded man would."
She rolls her eyes and steps away from my embrace, "Goodnight, Christian."
"Ana …
"I'll see you tomorrow."
I can't believe that she's so hellbent to take his side. But then again, maybe she just wants to join him on the sofa and touch him some more. "Go on. Go get your hugs and cuddles from your hot half-naked guy friend since you can't get it from me."
For a second, her eyes grow wide, as if I had just slapped her, but then she turns on her heels and gets back into her apartment, closing the door behind her. I immediately knock on the door but she doesn't open the door. So I try her phone, but no answers either.
I keep trying for ten good minutes before calling Taylor and telling him to come to pick me up, angry at the world. Why is she the one who's pissed when I'm the one who walked in with her hot guy friend wet and half-naked?
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