Gray's POV
I look at smiling Anastasia and understand that what Clint is going to tell me is very important to me. I have to make this asshole, her mother's pimp, pay for everything. No matter what it takes. He must die in terrible agony, paying for all his sins. I know that it was he who drove Ana's mother to the streets. It was because of him that the child did not have a childhood. We quickly go up to the office, and I lock it from the inside.
- Well? - I ask Eastwood imperiously.
- My Lord, we have found him. This man's name is Woody Johnson and he lives in Harlem. We almost caught him, but a girl got in our way - apparently his daughter. A nice creature, about eight years old. I wouldn't mind having one of these for dinner, - Clint licks his lips.
- If you help me catch Johnson, the girl is yours. Call all the hunters, gather the best of the best. Prepare for the great New Year's hunt. I will personally lead it, - my voice is full of anticipation. There is no better time for hunting than the eve of the holiday.
- Does Miss Still know? - Clint asks, looking down.
- No, not yet. But soon I will bring her to the game room and begin to throw off the aura of a noble knight. Let's see if she likes the dark Lord, - I go to the bar, which is located by the wall, take out two glasses and a decanter of viscous blood-red liquid. I pour into glasses and hand one to Clint.
- You looked happy with her, my lord, - my servant takes a sip and purrs, - this is not just lust.
- That's right, it's sympathy. I'll lead this girl through all my dark paths. I'll make her a Dark One - a loyal concubine who's ready to give her life for me. And of course, I'll teach her to love herself. I don't need a vanilla princess who's drowning in self-pity, I need a fighter. A cynical, strong-willed woman who can stand up for herself. Ask Alex to prepare a Non-Disclosure Agreement and a contract. Tomorrow morning, they should be lying on my desk, - I take a sip and grin, - however, my baby has the makings.
Eastwood nods and disappears in a puff of smoke. Left alone, I finish drinking the blood and go to Anya.
Dinner for two is set in the kitchen. Candles are burning, soft music is playing, Ana is sitting at the table in a chic blue dress with a deep neckline and a slit at the hem. I bet my beautiful bitch didn't put on any underwear.
- You're taking too long, - Anastasia crosses her legs and I'm right.
- Sorry, - I kiss her tenderly on the cheek, - it was hard. Did you change?
- Yes, I asked Mi to get me this dress. I know I look like a slut in it, but I like it. - Ana makes a cute face and takes a sip of mulled wine. - And you?
- You can wear it, but only with me. I don't want men drooling over you and offering to suck them off for a new phone, - I grin and sit down opposite her.
- Well, the only one I'll suck is you, - her neat foot slips out of her shoe and strokes mine.
- Ana, stop it - I wasn't ready for this. I didn't have time to collect my thoughts, didn't have time to prepare a speech about BDSM. Fuck, fucking rebel.
- You don't want me? Gray, why did you drag me here then, suck me under the mistletoe, give me beasties. Yes, I'm only 18, but my psychological and spiritual age is somewhere around 30, - Ana takes my hand.
- I'm old enough to be your grandfather, - I try to stop her. But Still, pushing aside the glass and pancakes, climbs onto the table and crawls towards me. Grabs the lapels of my jacket and kisses her passionately. I push her away and look into her eyes.
- Oh, I get it. It's not worth it. And I thought so, - Ana gets off the table and goes to the elevator.
Oh no! No one has ever called me impotent.
POV Ana
Stupid, drunken fool! This dinner went to hell as soon as I drank three glasses of mulled wine. What am I even talking about? I need to get the hell out of here. And apologize in the morning with a clear head. With these thoughts I walk to the elevator. Steady, Still, steady. I will never drink mulled wine again, damn it. Beer doesn't make me feel so swollen. So, I'm almost at the elevator, great. Suddenly, Gray catches up with me and grabs my hand.
"What, grandpa, should I help you across the street?" I giggle and suddenly Christian hits me hard in the face, grabs me by the neck and presses his lips to my lips.
These feelings: the passion from his kiss and the pain from the slap mix and excite me. My legs become weak and there is a heaviness in my lower abdomen. Christian grabs me by the hair and drags me to the second floor. Grey, you motherfucker, that hurts! We reach the top in no time and stop at the black wooden door.
Miss Still, you need a good spanking, Christian hisses and I get scared. That quiet, cold, ingratiating voice and those wild, crazy eyes hypnotize me. He opens the door and pushes me in the back. I fall inside the room and look up in fear.