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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 15: The Last Supper (2,7K)

Christian's Pov

It's been two weeks since I had this unexpected visit from Ana's Dad and I haven't seen or heard from him since then. I don't know if it's because Ana talked to him, or if it's because he thinks that I have been warned enough, but I am certainly not complaining. Here is something about that man's aura that is very unsettling.

I didn't fire Welsh, though I was very much tempted to do so. Taylor seemed to think like him that the Colonel isn't just a random military man. This whole thing does make me wonder, and I have been considering hiring a PI to dig more about the man, but Marcia obviously disapproved.

She isn't helping much lately with that whole Ana. She just sits there and goes with those infuriating 'Mmhmm' that I hate so much. I told her about getting a dog, but I still have to do it. I mean, it's a whole responsibility and Grace is such an animal lover that anything wrong I'll do will be considered as animal cruelty and she will have PETA on my ass.

But anyway, those past two weeks have been great, mostly because I have been texting Ana every day. And I've seen her a couple of times at Elliott's. He seems pretty serious about Kate. In fact, I don't think they have spent a single night without the other since Ana and Kate moved to Seattle. He even told me that he is thinking of bringing Kate soon to our weekly Sunday dinner so he can present her to the rest of the family.

He suggested that I should bring Ana too, but that's not going to happen. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, especially Ana. Though it seems that she got that this thing we have is just friendship and nothing more. I mean, she sends me texts sometimes that are clearly texts I could have gotten from Elliott. Not that I mind. It makes it easier, I think.

But anyway, right now, it's Friday night, and I am looking at the skyline in my office. Friday nights have become quite boring. I stopped going to the club because it isn't so arousing anymore. Apparently, my imagination can work better without visual stimulation. Though I refuse to really admit who is the other active star of my fantasies.

But now, I don't know what to do with my evening. Last week, I went to the Mile High with Elliott and Mia and the week before was easy since I was out of town on business. I could try to call Eric and see what he is up to, but I am seeing him tomorrow. So here I am, prolonging my work hours after having dismissed Andrea, my PA.

And just as I am looking over some business I have in Taipei, my phone rings with Ana's name splashed across my screen. I frown for a split second, because we usually text, but I still pick up.

"Hey. What are you up to, tonight?"

"Working."

"Why am I not even surprised by this answer? You do know it's Friday night, right?"

"It's Saturday morning for half of the globe," I counter with a playful smile and she laughs before pouting,

"So I can't drag you out for a movie night? I like doing many things alone, going to the movies is not one of them."

I grimace, not that eager to go out in public. Last time, when we went climbing with that devilish squirrel, I had the room privatises so we wouldn't be disturbed. I can't privatise a cinema last minute like that. Especially on a Friday night. So I let Ana know,

"I don't really like being seen out and about."

"Gee, you're such an asocial. You can come to my place, then. We can still have a movie night with good classics."

This makes me grimace again and there is a small silence growing between us before she asks, "Afraid that I'll cut you in little pieces?"

"You wish."

"Haha. I know you are. Don't think I didn't notice that you've been mincing your words since I told you about my criminology degree," She jokes and I have to admit that she isn't completely wrong, I have been a bit more careful about what I say around her now.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to analyse me as a psychopath. I have a company to run and an image to keep up with."

"It all comes down to your good image, I see. You know, some people would call this narcism. And many serial killers were die-hard narcissists."

I laugh at that because by now, I am used to her calling me a serial killer at least twice a week. I let her know that I will text her my address and she tells me she will call at eight o'clock.

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When I get home, I tell Gail that she doesn't have to cook yet and that I'm expecting company, which makes her look at me as if I had just told her that the Queen of England was a lizard. She is used to me coming home early on Friday and skipping my former weekly activities, but she is not used to me entertaining company. Still, she smiles and quickly regains her composure, pretending as if nothing.

Then I take a shower and slip in jeans and a tee before going to my office to work a little before Ana comes. As planned, she arrives at eight sharp, following Taylor into the foyer and I hear the two of them joke about how many more noses she has broken since their last encounters.

When she sees me, she smiles and I dismiss Taylor, helping Ana out of her coat as she looks around, impressed. I know that my place is quite a sight, that's why I bought it. Mia was mostly in charge of the decoration because she has an eye for it and I really didn't want to waste time on it. If it were just up to me, everything would be black and white.

Ana looks around, whistling as she walks to the bay window that has an outstanding view of Seattle and she jokes, "You really are Mr Money. I doubt I would ever make in a lifetime enough to afford to rent a view like that."

I give her a smug smile but I still try to be humble as I remind her, "Well if you catch the next big serial killer, you would …"

"I could solve every murder on that whole planet that I would still not get paid much. Haven't you noticed that the more a job is important, the less it is paid?"

I'm about to argue and defend my position, but she shrugs and points out, "We all need garbage collectors but they don't get paid much. Some of them even have to take on a second job. We all need teachers and nurses, and they are definitely not paid enough. But do we actually need CEOs? And yet, you get this view."

"Aren't you a little communist," I say, not sure if I like her trail of thoughts. I am necessary. Without me, thousands of people would lose their jobs.

She grins and winks as she says, "I've been told red suits me."

I roll my eyes, definitely thinking that red would suit her and she glances at the sofa, frowning. "You do know that we're supposed to have a movie night, right?"

"Yes."

"So … where is the TV?" She points around and the obvious lack of screen before a teasing smirk spreads her lips, "You can't afford a TV? I guess all your money went into buying this place. Don't worry, I'll get you one for your birthday. When is it?"

I chuckle, shaking my head and I tell her, "Just tell me what you want to eat, so I can tell Mrs Jones to fix us something. Then I'll show you to the TV room."

"Of course, you have a TV room. Well, show the way, because movie night means having bad food that you regret eating the next day when you're at the gym. I'll order pizza. You know what it is, right?"

I roll my eyes and lead us to the other room as she takes her phone out and asks me if I have any food allergies. When we get in the room, we sit on the couch as she finishes the order and I switch on the TV, hoping that there is something good on cable tonight. I haven't watched an entertaining screen in years. I only got cable when Mia came to live with me for a couple of months.

When Ana is finished with her phone, she looks up and sees that I am struggling to find a movie, which makes her roll her eyes as she asks for the remote and opens an app on her phone.

"Why am I not surprised that you don't have Netflix? Do you even … Netflix and chill?"

"What is that?"

"An edulcorated way to say shag," she says matter-of-factly as I see a red N appear on the screen of my TV.

"I don't shag, Anastasia."

"Let me guess, you make love," She mocks, ridiculously batting her lashes and making me roll my eyes again.

"No, I don't do that either."

"So… you're a monk?"

I chuckle but don't say a thing. I guess I could say I am a monk. After all, according to Martha, I haven't had sex yet, I am still a virgin. And it's been a while since I've been to the club, or that I masturbated … consciously.

Ana turns her head to me with an eyebrow up, expecting an answer and so I say, "I guess I am just not that interested in that aspect of life."

"Okay." She responds, shrugging before she sits back next to me, still leaving enough space between us. "Well, what do you want to watch? Comedy? Musical? Romcom? Thriller? Horror?" She says that last genre with a bright smile but I don't tell her that scary movies aren't my thing. Elliott used to love them, but Mia and I never really got into it. Of course, I never admitted that anyone, and least of all Elliott, he would make fun of me until the day I die if he knew.

"Aren't girls supposed to shy away from scary movies?"

She rolls her eyes. "Aren't single guys supposed to party and look for pussy on Friday nights? Two can play that stereotype thing."

I raise my hands in a sign of peace and she keeps on scrolling through the different movies. "We can go for a classic otherwise. Star Wars? Or maybe the Fast and Furious? Didn't you watch those when you were young?"

"Not really. I wasn't much of a movie person."

"A movie newbie. Amazing! I've always wanted to watch movies with a virgin. I'll have your emotions raw. We could educate you with … The Green Mile, perfect!"

She grins and her smile is so bright that I don't find it in me to refuse anything to her right now. So I agree just as Taylor knocks on the door and brings two boxes of pizza for us. I slightly frown when I see that he is repressing a smirk and Ana presses play before she takes a slice and watches with emotions the first seconds of the movie.

But as a rifle enters the screen, she pauses the movie and turns to me,

"I have to warn you, I'm going to cry like a baby. You're not allowed to judge me."

"You're going to cry?" I repeat with amusement and she squints her eyes at me,

"Any human being properly sane in their head would cry. In fact, if you don't, I'll definitely say that you're a sicko."

I don't reply anything and look back at the screen, slightly wary. This is based on Stephen King's books and I know that is known as the Master of Horror. I definitely don't want to be scared like a child in front of Ana. It just seems wrong. But I can't ask her to stop the movie either, because then I will be the chicken.

But the movie is anything but horror. In fact, I become very invested quite quickly, and I refuse to believe that John killed anyone in his entire life. I am so in the story that I only register Ana falling asleep when that idiot gets his comeuppance.

I pause the movie and grab a blanket to throw on her, the same way my parents used to do that with us when we were kids and when I sit back, she moves in her sleep so her head is on my lap. But I'm far too focused on the movie to actually care.

She wakes up at the end credits, and I'm glad she didn't wake up before because I did cry. Like a baby. I had no idea I would ever cry over a fictional character. Who knew the guy who wrote stupid scary stories about clowns eating children could also write stories with so much depth and emotions.

Ana blinks as she sits up and then she pouts as she sees the black screen with names scrolling. "Oh no, I missed it. I was just knackered. Did you cry?"

"I teared up," I elude. But her knowing smile tells me that she knows I actually cried.

"You know what, next time we should watch Psycho. So you have both a classic and a black and white movie. Especially since Hitchcock laid the foundations for so many things in the way they film movies now."

I nod, not eager at all. "Or, maybe we could watch that movie about mobsters and godfathers?"

She shakes her head, getting up as she says with disappointment, "If you don't know that the name of this movie is literally the Godfather, I definitely need to come back more often to give you some cinematographic culture. Let me know when you want to cheat on your diet again."

"Next Friday?" I suggest and she agrees.

"That's a date."

I smile and follow her to the foyer, giving her her coat before taking mine. This makes her frown and she eyes me with suspicion,

"What are you doing?"

"Driving you back home," I say matter-of-factly. She rolls her eyes and calls for the lift.

"I have legs, you know. And you live literally a few blocks away. Think of the planet."

"You know, I don't think I'd appreciate another visit from your Dad. Especially if this visit is prompted because you ended up in the mortuary pages." I say, ignoring her and going in the lift with her. Once again, she rolls her eyes and she defends her father,

"He's not that bad."

I give her a pointed look because no matter what she says, her father still showed up unannounced in my office. But then I decide to take another route,

"Okay, I'm just being a gentleman."

"I'm your friend, Christian. You don't have to pretend to be chivalrous."

"I'm not pretending. Just applying what I've been taught. And I've been taught to not leave people on their own devices when I can help it. especially when those people are gorgeous women such as yourself."

This makes the smile from her face disappears, and I literally feel a chill coming from her. But the awkwardness barely lasts. She quickly regains control of her features before she says,

"I guess your parents raised you well. Because this is definitely something Elliott could say."

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚 So, Ana seems to have issues with compliments ... or does she?

💚 And they both had a nice moment ... with bad food and tearful movies ...

💚 Have you seen the Green Mile? I avoided spoilers on purpose ^^

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

💚 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 💚💚💚