Hello all yes I know I am writing other stories but this is one I found in one of my notebooks. I started this before I uploaded my first story "Gone Like The Wind". Hope you all like it. If you do, I will continue. If not, just let me know.
Ana and Christian grew up together being best friends and then over the years after Ana graduated from college and came back to Seattle after her travels they became business partners. Yeah I know it's not good to mix friendship with business but hey let's see what happens. No Cheating and Ana is OOC and Christian same back story. Christian is twenty five and Ana is twenty four changed their age for this story.
Anastasia and I just had a lovely dinner. Now it's time to get down to business.
"Come let's go and relax."
They walk out of the dining room with their wine glasses in their hand and over to the outrageous black and chrome couch that Ana knows is not his style that he has in his family room. It will seat twenty people with no problem.
"So Ms. Steele I hear you are planning to build more hotels. I am happy for you." He tells her as he takes a drink of his wine.
"Yes Mr. Grey I am and I am very pleased with the location I have chosen." She tells him looking over the rim of her glass and smiling.
"Are you going to design them yourself or are you going to let Elliot draw up the blueprints for you this time? You know he was disappointed last time but he said it was your baby." He laughs.
"Elliot is Elliot. What can I say? He is good but he didn't quite see my vision for the last one." She sighs and takes a sip of her wine and sets her glass on the table on top of the ridiculous chrome coaster.
"Yes he is." Christian smiles.
"I saw Grace the other day and she asked if I had seen you? I told her no because you said you were too busy right." She said and he just nodded his head.
She sits up straight and looks him right in his eyes. He knows she is going to say something by the way she is looking at him.
She clears her throat and picks up her wine glass and takes a hefty sip.
"You I saw you with Mrs. Lincoln coming out of your building the other day. You looked mad and as you were talking you were throwing your hands up in the air then grabbing your hair." She waits for him to say something but he doesn't reply.
"Not my business but well yes to a certain extent it is because you see you and I had a very important meeting that day and you blew me off for her. You didn't even have the common decency to call me to cancel Christian." He still doesn't say anything.
"I really needed your input on this business for the land I want to purchase for my hotel. But no, that didn't happen, did it?" Still no response.
He looks at her and he knows she is mad and angry. Oh hell no she is pissed off and you know you don't want a pissed off Anastasia Steele.
"Looks like your Mrs. Lincoln is more important than a thirty billion dollar account. But hey that's life right?" She sighs and rolls her eyes.
"Ana I am sorry but something happened and um I had to leave immediately." He tells her downing the rest of his wine. He knows she wants to know what it was by the look in her eyes.
"Before you ask, no I can't tell you. I'm sorry." He just looks away from her. "No Ana she isn't more important." He says as turns back around to face her.
"Really wow really that's all you got? I'm sorry that's it?" She says as she gets up and walks to the floor to ceiling windows in this museum of his.
She turns around and looks at him. " I'm not sure where I stand with you anymore. I guess I am the low man on the totem pole." She glares at him.
"No Anastasia you are not and you know that." He tells her as he gets off the couch and walks over to her.
"That's ok no worries but I will tell you now and you better listen good Mr. CEO Christian Trevelyan Grey. I am going to tell you exactly what I told Ros and Andrea if you ever do that to me again I will take my business elsewhere." She says not breaking eye contact with him.
He gasps he can't believe that she would say and do that. They have been friends forever.
"Anastasia you don't mean that. Please say you are joking?" He grabs her hands.
"Oh but Christian I am dead serious. I put another very important meeting on hold because I needed your advice on that deal. I put it off to have a meeting with you and what did you do but hightail it out of the damn building like it was on fire." She raises her voice at him.
He just stares at her.
"Now my other concern is whether that opportunity is still available to me." She says.
"Ana, this meeting with Elena could not be postponed if it could have. I wouldn't have left like I did." He is now pulling his hair and he sees her looking at him. He stops and grabs a bottle and pours himself a drink and downs it and pours another.
"Umm why are you drinking so much? You are going to be drunk or passed out before too long and we need to work on this business deal." She says waving her hand back and forth between them.
"Anastasia, I am not going to get drunk. I can hold my liquor better than you." He smirks at her.
"Well then let's get down to business shall we?" She says, slapping her hands together.
"Okay Ms. Steele, show me what you got?" He smiles at her.
As they are talking his phone rings and he looks at the called ID. Damn it's none other than Elena. What the hell does she want? He says to himself.
"Excuse me a moment Ana. I'll be right back." He says as he walks toward his office. 'God I hope she didn't see who called.' He walks on into his office and shuts the door.
"Hello Elena." He says dreading her call.
"Christian darling, are you avoiding me? I haven't seen you since our meeting the other day. We need to have lunch or dinner soon and talk." She tries to purr into the phone but sounds like something that got caught in a trap.
"Elena I am busy, I don't have time right now." He tells her rolling his eyes.
She huffs like always. "Darling, you seem to be out of control lately. Grace said and I quote. "You haven't been by in a while". She sighs but she is smiling and he can't see her. I got him where I wanted him.
"Elena I am fine and no we can't have lunch or dinner because of my hectic schedule at the moment. I have to go out of the country on Friday." Hope like hell that placates her.
"Yes well why don't you call up Dawn and have her come over a few days early darling. You know she will do anything for you." She waits and waits.
He laughs into the phone. "Well I guess you don't know. I got rid of that piece of shit trash a while back." Now he is the one waiting and waiting.
She goes into her dommie voice. "Do you want to tell me why I am just now hearing about this? Because you always tell me what happens with your subs." She says, raising her voice at him.
"Not this time and don't you dare call her because I threatened her with her NDA. If she spoke to you she would be sued and lose everything I gave her." He says.
"Now why are the subs reporting back to you about what goes on in my house and playroom humm?" He asked her.
Dead silence on her end.
"Mrs. Lincoln I am waiting and you know I am not a patient man so you might as well spill your guts right now." He grits his teeth as he says that.
You know Christian darling I worry about you. I just want you to be happy." She says trying to sound serious.
He laughs. "I don't need a submissive. I am fine. I am not out of control, just busy." He tries to keep his voice normal but that woman just pushes his buttons.
She purrs into the phone. "Darling about I come over like old times? You know how good we were. I will suck that big long hard dick and let you fuck me like you always did. Hard and rough." She says getting excited.
'Oh god no never again will that happen.' He says to himself as he shivers.
"No Mrs. Lincoln, that will never happen again." He tells her as he rolls his eyes and shakes his body like vermin was crawling on him. He grabs his wine glass but it is empty again. Oh well he looks at his bar and opts for bourbon and fills his glass and downs it.
"Elena, I have to go. I have work to do good night." He hangs up before she can say anything else.
In the meantime Ana is sitting on the couch pondering what the hell they are talking about for so long. His moment has turned into an hour.
He finishes his drink and pours another and another trying to calm down. He knows he needs to go back to the family room. I know Anastasia saw who called..dammit I wish Grace wouldn't talk about me to Elena.
His conscience tells him..if he would open his damn mouth and tell his family what the bitch troll did to us when we were fifteen she wouldn't be around us now. Us who the hell is us it's just me.
Damn I am talking to myself.. How many drinks have I had? I don't want to face my Ana and see the hurt and pain on her face and in her voice. My Ana did I say my Ana? Yes you did you idiot now man the fuck up and go talk to her before she leaves.
'Why the hell did that old hag have to call me dammit? What the hell did I ever see in that botox bitch?' You were young and horny and you wanted to fuck an older woman but you got a lot more than you bargained for didn't you stud?
Oh go the hell away.
He walks out of his office and back to the family room. Hoping she is still there and hoping she left.
"Sorry it took so long." He says rubbing his neck as he sits down beside her.
"No problem, everything alright at her precious salons?" She smirks at him.
"Yes and she wanted me to know that Grace is worried about me since I haven't been over there lately." He tells her but doesn't look at her as he finishes the last of his bourbon.
"Um well if Grace is so worried about you why doesn't she call you herself? Why does the bitch call you to tell you momma is worried about you? Something ain't right there?" She just glares at him.
"What are you talking about Anastasia?" He asked her.
"Well if that's all she wanted you could have talked in here and why the hell did it take you two hours? My time is as precious as yours but you don't seem to care about my feelings or this important deal we have." She tells him.
"Oh no Mrs. Lincoln calls and you hop right up and leave the room. Why didn't you tell her you had company and it was an important business meeting?" She asked him, waiting for an answer.
He doesn't say anything. The damn jerk.
Ana looks at her watch again. Yeah well over two hours he talked to that bleached blonde botox bitch. Talking about Grace my ass. Yeah when pigs fly.
Why in the sam hill can't he see that the bitch is using Grace to keep tabs on him.
"Whatever, are you going to be able to concentrate after drinking all that wine and bourbon you just down?" She asked him concerned for him.
"Anastasia, I am fine." He tells her but he knows he is not.
"Alrighty then here is the cost of the land. There are approximately five thousand acres with oceanfront views." She tells him waiting for him to look at the papers.
He opens his eyes and glances at the papers she is holding.
"Alright, that price is good. Continue please." He tells her.
"There will be a spa on each end of the hotel. It will be twenty stories high with a penthouse on each end with its own spa, hot tub and jacuzzi for each penthouse on the top floor. from the nineteenth floor down to the third floor there will be ten luxury rooms for my guest. The other two will be the conference center, two lounges with full time bars and a five star restaurant with a five star chef and his staff." She says not looking at him.
"There will be two eighteen hole golf courses and golf carts for their use. There will be a water park that starts outside and goes inside the hotel and back out the other side. What do you think?" She looks over at him and he is almost either asleep or passed out.
"Damn you Christian Grey, wake your sorry drunk ass up right now dammit." She yells at him.
"Wha..what I'm awake." He says trying to sit up but failing miserably.
"Really well tell me what the hell I told you if you think you know?" She pokes him on his head, glaring at him and starts grabbing her papers and throwing her stuff in her briefcase.
"Well I'M NOT DRUNK.. tell me what we err I talked about? No forthcoming answer.
"Figures cause you are too damn drunk to know what we were supposed to be discussing. When you get your shit together and can stay sober and concentrate on this very important meeting, call me. Not Andrea, not Ros. You you jackass up the bitch troll's ass all the time." She says as she is getting her stuff together.
"I'm outta here Christian and as I said you better do the calling for an appointment at your office or better yet at mine. That way I know you will stay sober and if that bitch calls you while we are in a meeting let's just say you and she will regret it. Do you hear me Mr. Grey?" She gets in face and yells at the drunk idiot.
"Ana, Ana don't go let me get a few cups of coffee and we will continue this meeting please." He says as he tries to stand up but falls back on the couch.
She shakes her head and stands up.
"Christian come on I'll help you to bed and I'll see you later. Just call me alright?" She says to him lowering her voice.
She does her best to hold the drunk fool up but he is leaning on her so hard.
"Christian you have to help me here because you are too heavy for me." She pleads with him to hold himself up.
"Well let me go then." He slurs not caring if she does or not.
"Want to fall on your ass Grey? If you do, I will leave you there and take pictures for your family to see." She tells him giggling.
"Oh god no, no pictures no more blackmail." He tells her as he tries to walk straight with her help.
What the hell is he talking about? Why would I blackmail him and who is blackmailing him?" She wonders.
"Okay calm down I was just teasing and I would never show your drunk ass to anyone. You should know me better than that Christian." She tells him trying to get him to calm down.
"Come on just a few more steps." She tells him.
Christian falls on the bed face first and Ana flops down beside him trying to catch her breath cause he is so damn heavy and starts laughing.
He rolls over and looks at her and smiles. Then lights out for him.
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