444Chapter 1
A/N: Hey guys. I had a new story idea and I just wanted to write it before I lost it (I have bad memory). But, don't worry, just because I am writing this, doesn't mean I am giving up on Love is All I Need. So, please enjoy and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the wonderful and talented E. L. James.
Ana POV:
I was a trophy. That was exactly what I was to my husband. Just a trophy he loved to show off to his friends. He wouldn't let me see my sister or my brother-in-law and niece, little Ava. People could ask me why I wouldn't leave him but they didn't understand. He had so much on my family that he could bring my father, my sister, and the Greys down. At first, I loved him. More than anything. Then, he started changing. Yelling at me for every little thing and when I asked him if he wanted a baby, he just totally blew it out of proportion. Andrew knew Christian and I used to be friends so he's firm about when I have to be home, when I could go to work, and I think he had someone watching me.
Christian Grey, CEO of Grey Enterprises, and my boss. Andrew hated him because Christian was his rival. My husband was CEO of Hunter Incorporation. They were way smaller than GEH and Christian made more money than Andrew. I was completely miserable. God, I should've took his offer. One night...one night full of pleasure for the both of us. Andrew was all about his own pleasure. If he wanted sex, I would I have to give it to him whether I was tired or not. He was good in bed, but he never brought me to multiple orgasms and it was boring.
There was really nothing for me to live for. That's why I wanted a baby. Yes, I was only 23 but...I loved kids and I had nothing else that was just my own. Andrew made me sign a prenup even though I didn't want any bit of his money. I did it because I loved him at them time but then he started showing his true colors. He's never laid a hand on me. Andrew was a lot of things but he wasn't abusive.
"Ana," Andrea, Christian's PA and my boss below Christian, of course, approached my desk. "You might want to go in there and calm Christian down. He has an important meeting in twenty minutes and if he loses this deal, it'll be a major loss for GEH."
"Of course," I sighed, standing up and walking into Christian's office.
We were good friends which Andrew hated, like I said. When I first started working for GEH, I thought Christian was an arrogant asshole that only wanted to get into my pants even after I told him I was married. He's still an asshole, of course, but not as much as he ussed to be. Well, at least not to me. I was the only one Christian allowed to touch his back and chest. As a little boy, he was raised by a crack whore mother and abused by her pimp on his back and chest. It made me cry when I first heard what happened to him. His mother even sold him off for a day for two hundred dollars and a fix. They took turns using him as a punching bag. Christian was a good man once you got to know him. He was adopted by the Greys when he was 4 but he was basically the Devil during his teenage years.
That's where Elena Lincoln came in.
She took advantage of Christian when he was younger. They had a BDSM relationship while he was in school and, in return, Elena made sure Christian did everything he needed to. I hated the bitch. Christian thought she helped him give the motivation he needed to finish high school and go to Harvard. He dropped out, which disappointed his parents, especially his father. Elena gave him the money to start up GEH, which became a billion-dollar company.
"I am not working my ass off to plan this company party if you are going to be acting like a brat," I said to Christian, closing the door behind me.
"Ana," he smiled when he saw me.
I perched myself on the edge of his desk and tilted my head to the side,
"What's going on with you?"
To say that Christian and I weren't sexually attracted to each other...would be a lie. Christian was, hands down, the sexiest man in the U.S. and probably the world. He had a head full of copper-colored hair, the most beautiful grey eyes I've ever seen and a body that would make you orgasm just looking at it and it didn't even have to be up close. He's made me an offer a couple of time for a friends-with-benefits relationship even though he knew I was married but I rejected as nicely as could. I knew Andrew was cheating on me but...I just didn't want to cheat back. It felt weird.
"I need one night. One fucking stress-free night," he sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"Chris, come on. That's what you have a submissive for," I nudged him with my elbow, playfully.
He sighed and looked up at me,
"I terminated the contract with my most former sub. I caught her poking a hole in a condom and talking to her friend about 'being set for life' if I knocked her up."
Christian has had about 15 subs and he was only 26. I hated his lifestyle. He could have so much better. He deserved so much better. Especially since half his subs ended up falling in love with him and the other half tried to set him up for his money.
"Find another one," I shrugged.
He stood up and walked around his desk to stand in front of me. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned forward and whispered, seductively,
"One night. One night of pleasure. Me and you. Andrew will never have to find out."
"He has someone watching me," I breathed, unable to think of anything else to say.
"I'll have someone make sure he doesn't find out," countered Christian.
I bit my lip, hesitating. Christian leaned forward and tugged my bottom lip from between my teeth with his own but he didn't kiss me. Closing my eyes, I felt his breath on my neck but he made no contact on me with his lips.
"One night," he promised. "You won't regret it."
Maybe I could finally have one night to myself. One night to make my own decisions without Andrew influencing them. Yes, it might be wrong...but I just wanted someone to make me feel special again. Besides, it wasn't like I was having a full-blown affair. This would probably be the last time I would ever get the chance to do something as crazy and spontaneous as this. Christian would never force me to do anything I didn't want to do. I knew that. And that was why I was considering this. But, if Andrew found out...he would go crazy. Though, Christian would protect me. When some crazy ex-sub of Christian tried to attack me because I was in his office, he had security on me for months.
One night. Maybe it would be the best night of my life.
I finished cooking breakfast for Andrew the next morning and took it into his office. Tonight, Sawyer, Christian's second-in-command for security, was picking me up and taking me to Christian's apartment. I suggested a hotel but Christian said he didn't want me feeling like a cheap whore which made me smile.
"Thank you, honey," Andrew said, not even looking up at me.
"Sure," I was about to leave his office but Andrew stopped me by saying,
"Go see your sister."
I turned around and looked at him in surprise. He has never said that. I haven't seen Kate or Elliot or Ava since Kate and Elliot's wedding, which was a year ago. Ava was two-years-old. Kate got pregnant when her and Elliot were just fooling around. He asked her to move in with him, he proposed, and she gave birth to their little girl 6 months later. It's been so long and I missed all three of them. And they only lived like a half hour away in Bellvue, not too far from where Elliot and Christian's parents lived.
"Really?" I asked, trying to hide the hope in my voice.
"Go," he said again. "I have to go to the office and I probably won't be home until late."
"Okay," I said before walking out quickly before he changed his mind.
I packed a bag since I would probably be staying at Chrisrian's apartment for the entire night. It wasn't like Andrew would notice. He had a pull-out couch, mini-fridge, and TV in his office so sometimes he crashed there and only came home in the morning to take a shower, eat, and go back to the office. I had a feeling he was screwing his assistant, Mandy, who was a Grade-A whore but I never mentioned it. Pulling into Kate and Elliot's driveway twenty minutes later, I breathed a sigh of relief. They lived in a huge, two-story house with seven bedrooms, eight bathrooms. Ava had a playroom, Kate a home theatre with a concession stand, and Elliot a man-cave.
I knocked on the door and Kate opened the door, two minutes later. Tears filled her eyes when she saw me standing there. She didn't waste any time hugging me,
"Oh my god, Ana."
I hugged my sister back, squeezing my eyes shurt tightly, as I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks. Not seeing my big sister for a year...was the hardest thing in the world. She was 29. Six years older than me. Elliot was 30. When our parents died and I was only 14, Kate had to take care of me while in college. At only 20 and she became a parent, giving up frat parties, boys, even studying for me. She's made so many sacrifices for me and I just didn't know how to pay her back. I was trying to keep her safe from what Andrew had on her.
"Come in. Ava misses her Auntie Ana," Kate pulled me into the house, closing the door behind us. "Are you thirsty? Hungry?"
"Do you have wine?" I sighed.
"Of course. Ava's in the living room, playing. Go sit down and I'll get us some glasses," she pointed me in the direction of the family room.
As soon as I walked in, Ava looked up and beamed when she saw me,
"Auntie Ana!"
She waddled into my arms. At only 2, she was the smartest little girl I knew. She didn't speak full sentences yet but she was trying. I was surprised she even recognized me. The last time I saw her was when she was one. Picking her up, I spun her around, making her squeal.
"There's my little princess!" I tickled her stomach and she giggled before wrapping her arms around my neck.
Kate walked in with two glasses of red wine. I was sure her and Elliot had a full liquor cabinet but they would never drink too much when they had Ava. I knew that for sure. Catching up with my sister turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me. We talked for hours before Sawyer texted me, telling me he was outside. I hated to leave, considering I haven't seen Elliot yet but...this was the only night I would have with Christian and maybe I could get Andrew to let me come have dinner with Kate, Ava and Elliot sometime.
"Come see me again. Soon," Kate ordered. "If you don't, I will come to your house and drag you out myself."
I laughed and hugged her again,
"Of course."
Another security guy I didn't know was there to take my car to Christian's apartment so I would have it to get home the next day while Sawyer would drive me in his SUV. Before I got in the car, I heard Sawyer say to the other security guy,
"Make sure no one's watching or following us. If they are...take care of it."
The guy nodded before getting in my car. I was so anxious. My leg kept bouncing up and down on the way to Escala, Christian's very high-scale apartment building. Tonight was going to be the night I finally got the passion I deserved from someone who looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world. And that's exactly what Christian was willing to give me. There were a few papparazzi waiting outside, probably hoping Christian was going to come out soon. Well, their dreams were going to be crushed because I planned on keeping him in the bedroom for the rest of the damn night.
Christian was waiting for me when I got off the elevator. Without another word, Sawyer walked past me and out of the Great Room. Christian's apartment was so beautiul. His color scheme was black and white. At first, it was all white but then I got him to let me spruce the place up a little bit. Make it a little personal. He mostly had family pictures, including some of Ava, who was little princess. God, he spoiled the crap out of her. He had someone custom-make her a mini pink R8 for her to drive around in the backyard. She was 1. How in the hell was a one-year-old, whose feet couldn't even reach the pedals, supposed to drive a mini convertible?
"Hey, beautiful," he pulled me into his arms by my waist and fig his mouth to mines.
His tongue slipped inside my mouth and explored when I gasped at the feeling of his lips on mines. A small moan escaped my lips as he deepened the kiss even more and I felt heat rush straight to the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I felt his hand travel down my back and cup my ass.
"Have you eaten yet?" He whispered, pulling back and kissing down my neck.
I tilred my head to give him better access to my neck and managed to breathe out,
"Not...yet."
He pulled back and led me to the dining room where a beautiful meal was laid out. I laughed and shook my head. Of course he planned this out. God, I was so...wet. I haven't been this aroused since Andrew and I first started sleeping together. No. I wouldn't evem think his name or say it aloud. Tonight was about me. For the first time in three years...I would have a night just about me. During our entire dinner, I kept fidgeting and moving aroumd because I was so hot and ready to go. My core was throbbing for Christian's attention, begging for release.
"I love the smell of your arousal," Christian whispered in when he got up out his chair and stood behind mines. "Don't do that."
I was, subconsciously, biting my lip. Christian took my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom. I've been in his apartment once and his bedroom, but only briefly. It was only to grab him a shirt from his humongous walk-in closet. He had the biggest bed I've ever seen in my entire life. I didn't even know what to call it. It was like a god's bed or something. When we got to his bedroom, I started unbuttoning his shirt but he grabbed my hands, stopping me.
"Tonight is the night you get some pleasure," he whispered.
He laid me down on the bed and our lips crashed together again. His fingers rolled my nipples through the fitted white blouse I was wearing make me gasp and arch my back, my body begging for more attention. Christian buried his face in my neck, sucking on the spot just below my ear that drove me wild. I moaned embarrasingly loud. He tore my blouse open and his eyes grew stormy with lust. My breasts weren't big but they weren't small either. He unclasped my bra with one hand, expertly, and threw it on the floor.
"Do you want me to make you come just sucking on your perfectly perky nipples and...doing this...?" He slipped his hand in my pants, massaging my throbbing mound.
I nodded, frantically. He smirked and took one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it over and over. One of his hands played with my other breast while the other one continued to massage me. I tangled my hand in his hair and moaned,
"Christian! Oh god..."
He slipped a finger into me while his mouth switched nipples. It was crazy what he could do to me with just his mouth and fingers. I was so close...and then he added another finger, curling both of them so they hit that spot deep inside me. My back arched off the bed and I screamed his name as I hit my climax. Christian took his fingers out of me and sucked my juices off of them.
"Don't be shy. I love the way you taste...but I want it straight from the source," he kissed down my stomach and around the place I needed him the most.
"Christian, please," I moaned, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.
He tore my panties off and I hadn't even realized he jeans off.
"I've got you, baby," he murmured before his mouth found the sweet spot between my legs.
I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming out when he started licking up and down my clit, sucking it into his mouth gently. My hands gripped his hair, tightly. But when his tongue darted in and out of me, I couldn't control my moans. It wasn't long before I exploded again and he licked up every drop like an eager dog.
"Christian," I pulled his face up to kiss me and I tasted myself on him. "Fuck me."
He umbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down in one, graveful motion. I grabbed a condom off the nightstand and tore it open. He was so big. Spreading my legs a little wider, he settled himself between me and positioned himself at my entrance. As he inched himself into me slowly because I had to stretch to accomodate him.
"Fuck, Ana. You're so tight," he grunted, placing his hands on either side of my shoulders for leverage.
"Faster, Christian," I panted as he moved so far out of me, he was almost completely out before thrusting balls deep back into me.
He leaned down and kissed me, passionately, thrusting harder and faster so the headboard banged against the wall with every thrust. I knew the entire apartment building was probably hearing us. Well, I was the louder one. Screaming Christian's name and begging him to fuck me harder. He hit my g-spot and I was oh-so-close.
"Ana, come with me. I'm close," Christian ordered, his voice deep and husky.
"CHRISTIAN!" I couldn't hold it in anymore.
My walls clenched tighter around him, milking him for every drop he had as he spilled his seed inside of me. But that wasn't the last time. We did it many times that night. In many different positions. He held me and looked at me like I was so beautiful that he couldn't put it into words. And he told me how beautiful I looked while I was writhing underneath him in pleasure. That night, I went to sleep with my head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me. If only I knew that the phrase "one night" meant so much more.
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