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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 30: Divine (2,4K)

Christian's Pov

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Once we get on the plane, Ana smiles like a child on Christmas, and admits to me, "I should be chastising you for taking a private plane and not thinking of the planet and all of that. But I like flying too much, and I'm obviously weak."

"I like getting you weak," I whisper in her ear, making her blush before Taylor comes in and ruins the fun by reminding us to stay seated and buckled until he says so.

This is usually not an issue. I usually work whilst I'm on the plane, and the belt doesn't enable me to do so. But usually, I am alone. I don't have a sexy Ana next to me and I don't have the urge to rip her clothes off her body and have my way with her. Though this is still a fantasy.

So whilst Taylor makes us take off, I explain to Ana why we're going to Montreal. She listens as I rant about those idiots trying to undermine me because I am not physically there and even smiles when I say for the umpteenth time that I am the boss and people will have no other choice but to listen to what I say.

"You think I'm being unreasonable," I say when she doesn't say anything. Maybe her silence is a synonym of judgement. But she shakes her head.

"No. I think you're right. Your company is your baby. You started it with your sweat and tears. You spent the sleepless nights. And whatever happens to it, it's your name and reputation that are on the line. So of course you are going to be more invested than anyone else."

"But?"

"No buts."

I squint my eyes, surprised. Elliott and Mia both complained over the years that entrepreneurship was a lonely life. Not many people understood it. And yes, Elliott liked to sleep around, but that was because he didn't want to get invested in relationships that would fail because of his commitment to his company. And Mia said that none of her boyfriends understood how she could isolate herself from the world days at a time when she was writing.

And yet, Ana didn't seem to mind. She never said a thing when I took a business call whilst we were together, or when I told her at the last second that I had to leave for another state or country. Or even now, she agreed to come with me to Montreal, but she knows I'll be working all day long tomorrow. I guess I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Ana chuckles and just at that moment, Taylor lets us know that we are free to roam on the plane. So she unbuckles her belt and comes to sit on my lap.

"Christian, in case I didn't make it clear yesterday night when I'll have an issue with you, I'll let you know. So far, you're just ridiculously jealous, and I've told you how I feel about it. I don't expect the issue to disappear in a day. But for the rest of you, personality-wise, physically-wise, and all of that, I'm good with what you're giving me."

"Even the touch issue?"

"We all have our issues, Christian. I'd rather you having touch issues than you being some kind of psycho. You know, a girl needs to set her priorities straight."

I laugh with her, comfortably sitting her on my lap. This could have been something much more intimate if I didn't have those damn issues! But then again, Ana said that she'd wait. So let's just think of something else in the meantime.

"I don't want to argue with you again," I tell her because I really don't like how it felt last night. The uncertainty of knowing that she might dump me was really unsettling.

She shakes her head, "We're bound to argue again. But as long as we take the time to let the other know of how we feel, and that we listen to each other …"

She expectantly looks at me, because in all honesty, she has told me plenty of how she felt about the whole situation. I haven't. So, I take in a deep breath and let her know, "I am jealous of your friend."

"I know. And in a way, I understand. But now, I told you that there was nothing to worry about, and it's your turn to trust me."

"I do, babe. I just …" I let out a sigh and cup her face. "Let's not talk about it anymore."

And before she can even try to say anything, I kiss her. Because I want to, and also to silence any counterargument she could have. Ana is just too good with words and with making everything sound rational, and I know that I'm not. Monday, I'll talk to Martha, and she'll give me the tools I need to make this conversation a little bit more ... fair.

She melts into my touch, quickly opening her mouth when my tongue teases the entrance of her lips. As soon as she lets me in, I dominate her moth, my hands going to her ass so I can readjust her to my groin and her own hands go to my hair, tugging it slightly and making me groan with pleasure. This girl will be the end of me.

All my senses are on high alert, all too aware of her, and though this isn't the first time this is happening to me, it's all in a good sense. In the past, it used to be self-preservation. But right now … it's all purely carnal.

She smells divine, she tastes like heaven, her touch feels angelic, and her soft little moans are … Elysian. This girl is perfect. She's all I could ever ask for. She's my nectar and my ambrosia.

"God, I want you so much, babe," I involuntarily let out. She pecks my lips, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with lust as she grinds and says with a luxurious smirk, grinding on my obvious erection,

"I can tell."

My hands let go of her delectable ass to go back to her face, as just the sight of her takes my breath away. This girl is more than beautiful, she is otherworldly. My throat suddenly tightens, at the idea that I could lose her and so I bring her face closer to mine, resting her forehead against mine as I look deep into her beautiful eyes and say.

"You mean so much to me, Ana. I don't want to lose you."

"I'm here, Christian. I'm not going anywhere you're not."

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We spent most of the trip making out and talking about various things, with Ana on my lap. At some point she tried to sit elsewhere, saying that she was probably getting heavy on me, but I wasn't having it. I can only get that much of her touch, so I am not going to diminish the tiny bit I can have when I can have it.

Especially not when Ana doesn't seem to mind being this close to me. Especially when she systematically giggles when I kiss her just behind her temple. This weekend that seemed to be starting off so terribly is finally ending up being the best thing I had in years.

When we finally land in Montreal, Taylor drives us to the hotel I usually stay in, and I order room service once we're alone. Ana looks at the room, clearly flabbergasted by the place before she says that she needs to take a shower.

When I had Andrea make plans for this weekend, I hesitated with the notion of taking a room for Ana, but … we're together, so there's nothing odd about us sharing a room whilst we're away. And worst-case scenario, there is a comfortable couch that I'll use, no matter how much I don't want to.

We don't take long to eat, since we're both tired, and I tell Ana to get to bed whilst I have a shower of my own. I should have joined Ana when she had her shower, but I didn't think of that. And I don't know if that's something she'd be willing to do. It's definitely something I have fantasised about.

Once I am clean, I crawl into bed and can't help but smile when I see behind Ana the blanket that she used to allow us to cuddle. Though my smile is quickly replaced by a frown. What does she have in her ridiculously small beanbag if she had the space to bring the blanket.

Still, I get into bed, and in the dark of the night, I hold her kissing her hair. She stirs a little in her sleep and leans against me, her fingers caressing my arm around her. God! I fucking love this woman!

I nuzzle in the crook of her neck and let her know, "Mia wants to have breakfast tomorrow morning."

I saw the text when I got out of the shower and told her to come to the hotel where I will have a private room set up for us.

"Mmmhmm," Ana says half asleep and for the first time in my life, I find myself liking this sound. It feels so … natural and domesticated. I wonder if this is the life that Carrick and Grace have. Simple and filled with tiny moments like this one, that make a life feel magical.

I should let her sleep, though I do make sure to let her know that she has carte blanche tomorrow, "If you want, you can spend the day with her whilst I work. I know she'd enjoy having a shopping buddy. Otherwise, Taylor and the car will be at your disposal. Either way, I had an Amex set up for you."

This seems to wake her up a little because she moves so she can be on her back, and she argues as I expected her to, "I'm not here to take your money, Christian."

"You're not taking, I'm giving. Don't you want to buy souvenirs and clothes? And maybe an actual suitcase."

She shakes her head, and I'm pretty sure she rolled her eyes. She turns so she can be facing me, even though we can only see our silhouettes and she tries to get out of it once again, "I don't need clothes. I already have clothes back home. And two shirts with the jeans I am wearing now is plenty enough. It's not the Met Gala, it's just a weekend with my boyfriend in Montreal."

I can't help but smile, bringing my hand to her face just because I can. Though a part of my brain thinks of the couple of invitations I received over the years to go to the Met. Next year, I am for sure taking my beautiful girlfriend. I'm sure she'd love it, just because she'd get the opportunity to be in a museum at night.

"I want to please you, babe. Is that so bad? Let me do this for you," I plead, sneaking my hand away from her face, all the way to beneath her shirt, on her boob, right where it belongs. I can feel her heartbeat accelerate, and her nipple hardens underneath my palm, and it goes straight to my groin.

For a brief moment, I consider taking this further, and my mind runs wild with what I'd like to do to her. But we're both tired, and I don't want our first time to be rushed by anything. Tiredness least of all. I mean, it would be an embarrassment if I couldn't even perform properly because I'm knackered.

Still, I squeeze her breast a little and kiss her neck, whispering in her ear, "Just take the card, babe. I didn't work this hard all those years to not have my girl get whatever she wants."

"I'll take the card," she promises, but I'm not fully convinced. Knowing Ana and her way with words, she is going to take the card, but that doesn't mean that she will use it. I'll need to have Taylor and Mia watch out for that. Ana already has her student debt that she refuses I help her with, so I am going to make sure that all her new expenses are covered by me.

The silence grows between us, only broken by our regular breathing and since she has fallen back asleep, I unplug my brain to do the same. But then, her timid voice asks,

"Christian?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for inviting me to spend the weekend with you."

I smile and lean to kiss her, blinking my hand back to her face to cup it, but this makes me sit up straight away, reaching for the light as I look at her face. I swear to God I felt a tear on my thumb!

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she assures me with a sincere smile. "I'm just happy, Christian. Truly happy."

I search her eyes, searching for the truth, but it seems that I just had it. There is no hint of sadness or anything negative in her eyes. Just happiness. And this makes me smile like a goofball. If I can make her happy to the point of tears, lucky me. It means I've touched her to her very soul.

So I switch the light back off and cuddle with her, take her hand in mine and kiss it as I tell her, "I'm happy too."

I can't see her, but I know she just smiled, and soo I bring her hand to my nape before putting mine on her ass, as I let Morpheus bring us to his world, my thoughts wild with what we could be doing instead of sleeping.

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚Okay, they had their little weekend, and though Ana said that she was not backing off on her position, she also said that she understood and she would be patient ... Christian is sure lucky to have her

💚 What did you think of Ana here? she said that she was happy and here for the long run ... Do you believe her?

💚 And what about Christian? Do you think we are getting closer to him passing his fears?

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

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Love, Mina 💚💚💚