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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 19: The Fifth Commandment (4,1K)
Christian's Pov
As soon as Grace leaves, I take my phone and try to call Ana to let her know that I fully intend on finishing what we were doing, even if it is at her place. In fact, it should be at her place since we have yet to make out there.
But she doesn't pick up. I don't think much of it at first, going to my office to pick up the keys to one of my Audis. I don't want Taylor to drive me anywhere and give anyone the opportunity to interrupt us again. I mean, I shouldn't be surprised and I should have expected it. Grace can be quite … nosy like that. She was on Elliott's back for him to bring Kate and I know that she's very suspicious of Mia's lack of love life at the moment.
But still. Just five minutes later would have been fine by me. Just after I would have received a kiss from Ana. I know Grace didn't make a big deal out of it, but it is a big deal that Ana was on my lap. I'm still unsure if the heart race I just had is anxiety or just plain old butterflies. I like that it can be just the butterflies because it means that … maybe we can take it a step further.
In all honesty, I have completely diverted from the routine I had not even a couple of weeks ago. I think of Ana and all the things I want to do to her body every single night. My routine of jerking just once a week is long forgotten. There hasn't been a single night where I haven't touched myself thinking of her.
I know that she's a virgin, she told me that much herself, but I also know that I am far from leaving her unfazed. I can see how she's breathless when I kiss her, how she's blushing when I look at her with lust, how she's biting her lip when we make our and she looks down on my obvious boner. And honestly, in all humility, I am far from ugly.
I am on my way to the elevator when Ana calls me back, making me smile as I get in and push the button leading to my toys.
"So, you've met my Mom after all. And you left like a scaredy-cat," I tease her and though I can't see her, I'm pretty sure she stuck her tongue out to me.
"Whatever. She arrived just in time. The gruesome was about to start in the movie."
"Ana, we both know that the movie was the last thing in my mind at that right moment."
How I wish she had FaceTimed me so I could see her blush. I know she is. There is a small silence and I get in my car before she lets me know,
"You know Christian, I don't know if tonight was the right night to … go down that road."
"I agree. But that doesn't mean that I want to stop what we were doing," I tell her. I do want to have sex with Ana. But o never thought that it would occur tonight. And I don't have any condoms anyway. I'll definitely need to tell Gail to buy several boxes in the near future.
"Well, I am all for that. But since you're off to New York for a couple of days on Monday, we'll have to wait for a little while longer."
"I don't want to wait, Anastasia. I'm on my way to your place," I let her know. I mean, even though she doesn't know the full extent of my haphephobia, it can't be lost on her that this was a big step between us.
But she kills all my plans before I can even get my car to leave the parking, "Oh, Christian. I'm sorry. But I'm on my way to my Dad's. And I've already done a third of the trip."
I stop the car, repressing a grunt as I let my head rest on the headrest. I knew she was going to spend the weekend with her father, but it was supposed to be starting tomorrow. Why did she leave tonight when we were supposed to be together if Grace hadn't interrupted?
Atoll, I play it cool, keeping my frustration to myself, "Haha. Grace scared you all the way to Olympia? I had no idea that she could be that scary."
"Haha, no. But Dad texted me during the day to let me know that my Mom is visiting. So I figured since you were with yours I should use the opportunity to be with mine earlier than planned."
This is the first time that Ana talked to me about her Mom. In the four months we have known each other, Ana has told me a lot about her Dad and it's obvious that they have a very close relationship. But she never talks about her mother. So much so that, if I hadn't had this background search done on her father, I could be thinking that she was dead or non-existent. And the information I learned in the file that Welsh has made for me make me slip up,
"Aren't your parents divorced? Why would your mother visit your father?"
"I never told you that." Shit! And Ana is too observant for me to try to pretend otherwise. "Oh, did you do your typical rich guy thing and had a background done on me? What did you learn about me?"
"Nothing. I haven't had any background checks done on you," I vehemently say because it is the truth. I might have asked Welsh to look at her Dad, but not on her.
"Mmmhmmm," She simply says, and so I explain to her,
"Your Dad freaked me out, Ana. He showed up in my office when I have top-notch security, so of course, I checked him out."
"Top-notch security doesn't exist. It's an illusion sold to those who want to believe they can control everything. But anyway. What did you find out about my Dad?"
I don't like how serious this conversation sounds and I like even less that we are not talking in person. Not even via FaceTime. No matter how laughing and carefree Ana can get, I do believe that she can have a mean poker face when she wants to, and just hearing her voice doesn't help me at all.
"Nothing really. Just that he was in the army until not long ago and that he divorced your Mom when you were five. That's it."
"Good. And don't worry, I'm not mad. I'm pretty sure Dad did the same to you, but that's because he's paranoid at times. Just, in the future, if you have a question, ask me, and not one of your goons to give you a whole telenovela of my life."
I can't help but be relieved by her light tone. Which is why I bounce back on what she just said, "Goons. I am not some crime lord who has people at his disposal to kill as he wishes."
"Darn, you were that close to being perfect," She jokes and I get out of my car to get back home since I won't see her tonight, or this weekend for that matter.
"So, to get back to my first question, why is your Mom visiting? Aren't divorced people supposed to hate each other?"
"Mom and Dad are still very much in love. It's just … complicated." This is definitely intriguing. Why did they divorce if they still love each other? I mean, just for Ana, wouldn't it have been better if she had grown up with her parents living together? So though I can tell she doesn't want to talk about it now, I let her know that I am not going to let this mystery unsolved.
"It's okay, you'll tell me all about it next week."
"nope. It's not something I want to talk to you about yet." There is a small silence between us because I don't know what to say to that.
I know better than to push the boundaries that someone has set. I wouldn't want her to try to get me to talk about my past. But on the other hand, I don't want her to think she can't rely on me.
"I'll wait for you to be ready to share. It's not like I'm going anywhere, anyway. You're stuck with me for quite a while, young missy."
This ought to lighten the mood and she chuckles as I kick my shoes off and lay on my bed over the covers. I close my eyes, picturing her driving with her phone on speaker on the dashboard and suddenly snap my eyes open,
"Wait up! You're driving Wanda to Olympia?!"
"Do you want me to kill her? No. I have Kate's nice and comfortable Mercedes. Though she lacks character."
It is my turn to chuckle. I have tried to convince Ana to let me buy her a car ever since I have seen what Wanda looks like. But that girl can be pretty fucking stubborn. She says she'll buy a car when she'll be rid of her student loan. Meaning in fucking forever.
Though now that I am her boyfriend, I can totally gift her anything I want without it looking weird. Maybe I should go to Audi's dealership tomorrow morning. After all, her birthday is less than a month away. And though I already have this whole thing planned, I am still lacking of an actual material gift.
"By the way, Grace wants to invite you over for her Sunday roast," I inform her, tearing me out of my reverie and plans of getting her a new car.
"Oh? So we're official now? Are you going to make me sign an NDA like all rich dudes do?"
This makes me pause. Not even once did I think of making her sign it when everyone around me who is not family has to sign it. But then again,
"If I trust you to respect my physical boundaries, I think I can trust you to keep to yourself what happens between us."
"I don't know. I've been dying to tell Kate and … well I didn't because I thought that —"
"Ana, you're my girlfriend, not my employee. I'm not going to stop you from talking to your best friend. But, please keep in mind that she is my employee. And dating my brother who has the fattest mouth in the history of mouths."
"Haha. Don't worry. It's mostly girlfriends' stuff. Now, about your Mom. We can go next week if you want."
"Next week? What about this magical date I have been promised?" I mean, I have been looking forward to it!
"Well, I know it's odd for you since you're not a peasant like me, but we can do it on this thing called Sa-tur-day. It's a mystical day before Sunday. You'll see, it's amazing."
I laugh with her, though I can already hear Grace's excitement over having her for brunch. Let's just hope she doesn't do too much and doesn't overwhelm Ana.
"Can I ask you something?' She asks.
"Of course."
"Why do you call your Mom Grace?"
"Because she's not my biological mother," I slowly say, trying to remember if I ever made it clear to her that I was adopted. We all were, and I know Kate knows this. Didn't she share this information with her best friend? At least about Elliott.
When she speaks again, her voice is small and fearful, and yet, I can hear that she's hesitant and that whatever my answer will be, it will be judged. "So … to you people are determined by their blood?"
"Hell no!" I exclaim. I am in the deepest shit otherwise. I'll end up like Ella. No way in Hell I'll ever let that happen.
"Good," Ana says, and there is a hint of relief in her voice. "Still, if you love your parents and you consider them as such, I think you should call them Mom and Dad. Everyone likes to know they're special to those close to their hearts and you calling them by their full name puts a distance between you that only you can close."
I think about it. Carrick and Grace never asked me to call them Mom and Dad. But Elliott and Mia do it. And I do it when I talk about them. I just never thought they cared about this. But Ana might be right on that.
Still, I don't lose focus of what is important here and ask, making my voice as suave as I can, "So if I start calling you babe, it would be okay with you?"
"Christian! I'm driving! You can't say things like that! Melting and driving will get Ana in the morgue."
I smirk, aware that I have completely flustered her and I decide to let her go, even though I don't want to. "I'll let you drive safely to your folks. Laters, baby."
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"Oh, it's just you," Mia says with disappointment as she opens the door to me and see that I am unaccompanied as I usually am.
"And hello to you to," I dryly all her as I walk to the dining room. Mia quickly catches up and accuses me,
"Don't play daft. Mom said that your girlfriend was coming with you. Unless your girlfriend is Casper, she's not here. You do know that I'm leaving tomorrow for a couple of weeks. I—"
"Breathe, mia. She already had plans with her own parents. You'll see her some other time. It's not like I'm going to break up with her tomorrow."
At this Mia stops talking and looks at me from head to toe, before giving me a knowing smile that twinkles all the way to her eyes. "No, you don't have the look of someone ready to dump his girl any day soon."
At first, I am tempted to ignore her, but I have always had this closeness with Mia, so I just wink at her and her smile grows even more before she puts her fingers up and promises, like the scout girl that she had never been, "I won't say another word on the matter. And when I will meet that girlfriend of yours, I will not embarrass you … completely."
I roll my eyes and mess with her hair, mostly because I know she hates it when I do it, and we join our parents and Elliott in the dining room. As soon as she sees me unaccompanied, Grace makes a disappointed face and so I explain right away,
"She's visiting her parents. I forgot about it when you came Friday night."
"it's okay Christian. we're happy to see you," Carrick assures me, getting up to greet me. "Especially since I have convinced the family to play a game of Monopoly, and that I haven't been kicking your butt for quite a while."
"The dreams of the elderly. You have to admit it, old man, you're too old for this shit," I joke. This has always been a banter between Carrick and me, who would win at monopoly. In fact, no one likes to play with us because we usually eat everything in our way until it is only a game between the two of us.
Carrick laughs with me whilst Grace scowls at me for swearing and we all sit, mostly talking about Mia's next trip to Canada. Nothing fancy or out of the ordinary, but she feels that she should be there for her next book.
I ask if the problems with her publisher are resolved, but her grimace tells me enough. It is far from resolved, and she doesn't intend to fight about it anymore. This is a true conundrum about mia. She has a big mouth and is the first to defend everyone's cause. Everyone but her own. I have early seen her stand up for herself.
In the middle of lunch, as we're all laughing about some awkward situation Carrick has found himself in last week, I remember what Ana told me about my parents. In fact, I think the only time I told them I loved them was when I came back from Martha with the realisation that they loved me, despite my flaws.
So I decide to see if Ana is right about Carrick and Grace caring about me calling them Mom and Dad. "Could you pass me the pitcher, Mom, please?"
In all honesty, I can totally reach for the fucking pitcher. But this is a test run. And Ana was totally right. Grace stares at me with shock, as if unsure if I really used that word before she smiles from the bottom of her heart, blushing with pleasure as she gives me the iced tea.
Carrick looks at me, his eyes calculating and yet proud. And though I'm not sure I heard him correctly, I think he says under his breath, "Well, I like her already."
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Those last four days have been the worst. Probably because I am now addicted to Ana and I haven't had my fill in four days now. Four fucking days! She was in Olympia over the weekend, and I didn't dare interrupt too much via messages. I always wanted her to text me first. And then, Monday and Tuesday I was in Rio, taking care of some upcoming eco-friendly projects.
And yes, it is just a four hours time difference, but that means I couldn't call her in the morning because she was working, during the day, same problem, and when I finished work, she was sleeping. So we just exchanged a few texts. And I don't even know when I'm going to see her before Friday. There is so much work coming my way.
Right now, Jack has strutted into my office just before I could ask Andrea to grab me a quick salad to go, and I'm stuck with him.
Jack is probably the oldest employee in terms of company time, after Ros. He's been here since my first million and he has always been perfect at what he did. He is a bit of a chameleon and can do many things (which was very valuable when I started), but as of late, he is mostly what most people consider the head of HR. and he takes his job very seriously. I'm pretty sure he knows every single employee here, even the cleaning crew.
Still, right now he is biting my ear off about something that has nothing to do with HR. every year, GEH helps a struggling business. Whether it is someone trying to open their business or a company on the verge of bankruptcy. And Jack is the one who goes around fishing for them and presenting to me the ones he thinks should be helped.
Ultimately, I'm the decision-maker, but I rely on Jack a lot to make that decision. Probably because he takes this job seriously. And also because he's easy to be around. No matter how annoying he can get, it's because he's passionate about what he does, and it's never really a chore to listen to him, unlike some other heads of departments in this building.
But right now, I am not in the best of moods. And of course, Jack being himself doesn't hesitate to point it out, "What crawled up your ass, Grey? Don't tell me your jet-lagged from Rio! Dude you've been to Beijing and back without even blinking."
"No. I just didn't sleep much last night."
"Oh, you got laid."
"Shut up, Hyde," I growl, rubbing my eyes. Sometimes Jack can be such an Elliott, it's disconcerting. "You already ruined my lunch. Let's just get on with it."
"Oh, I see. You didn't get laid. It's okay, celibacy is tough for everyone, even the strongest. But to get back to work, you do realise that it is august, right?"
"Yes, and?"
"And you still didn't look at the files I made you. Who are you going to save this year? I need to know where the money is going!"
"No, you don't you're not the accountant here. You're the head of HR. not the same."
"Actually, I am the guy other guys come to see in hope that I will tell the big guy to tell the money guy to give me the money so I can give it to the other guys. But right now, I am just the guy telling you that tomorrow is basically the end of the year, and you are the big guy who still hasn't opened a single folder."
I look at him with confusion, not sure if any of this just made sense and he grins at me, proud of his ridiculousness.
"Remind me again, why do I keep you around? You're expensive just to confuse my brain."
"No. I'm expensive to keep your employees happy and you can't fire a handsome face like me. You'd miss me too much."
I laugh with him and he opens for me the first folder. It's a business plan for yet another fro-yo shop. I grimace and let him know, "We're not in Cali. How many fro-yo's does rainy Seattle need?"
Jack rolls his eyes, not impressed by my comment and he keeps talking about the shop. I have to say, their business plan is solid. But before I can think of any rationalisation to not condemn Seattle to suffer another frozen yoghurt place, Andrea buzzes me,
"Mr Grey, I have—"
"Whoever it is, tell them to fuck off. I already have Jack ruining my lunch," I interrupt her, keeping my voice level as usual.
I understand why Jack came right now, it was his only way to get a hold of me. It's the same thing every year, he runs after me, and once he pins me down, he doesn't let go until he has an answer. So it's better if I don't have any interruption.
Andrea doesn't answer straight away, probably trying to find a decent way to tell whoever she has on the phone to indeed fuck off, but then, she lets me know, "Miss Steele is here to see you, Mr Grey."
Shit! Me and my big mouth!
"Give me a minute, Andrea."
As soon as I cut communication, I am up and Jack raises an eyebrow at me. He's about to protest but. Don't give him the opportunity to do so, "Book a meeting with Andrea. Two actually. In case I have to cancel one. And get rid of all businesses that involve frozen things. We have way too many."
"Wait a minute! Who's Miss Steele? We don't have any employee named Miss Steele."
"You don't know everyone, Jack," I tell him, not getting into this conversation as I lead him toward the door.
"Yes, I do. And you know it. Wait! Are you booting me for an afternoon quickie? Man, it's good to be boss."
I roll my eyes, picturing Elliott next to me right now, and I open the door so Jack can leave. Ana is on the other side, radiantly smiling at me with a basket in her hands that matches her floral dress and Jack wiggles his eyebrows at me before turning to Ana and saying,
"Oh, I see. Miss Steele. Enjoy your … meeting."
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