He didn't say she was calling off the wedding. So I have to assume she'll be reasonable - eventually.
So I spend Saturday working. I'd much rather have spent it making love to Anastasia but my girl is stubborn. I'll have to be patient.
I work like fuck all day. This is what I do: this is what I'm good at. Reading the small print; understanding how a business is like a beautiful car. The outside must be sleek and aerodynamic; each tiny piece of the engine must fit perfectly; and the driver must know what the fuck he's doing.
But do I know what I'm doing? When it comes to work, fuck, yes! But do I know what I'm doing with Anastasia? What if she isn't reasonable? What if I can't persuade her to change her stubborn mind? What if... what if I have to live without her obedience? Could I do it? Could I do it if it were the only way? Because I sure as hell can't live without her.
No, don't think about that, Grey. Give her time. Just give her time.
But when Ana walks back into the apartment her mouth is still set in a stubborn line.
"Good evening, Christian. Have you decided to see sense yet?"
I gape at her. I can't fucking believe that she's saying I'm the one who is in the wrong! She really is unbelievable. And that makes me fucking pissed.
I snarl at her and she backs away, a disappointed look on her face.
I retreat to my study to lick my wounds.
An hour later, I hear her soft tap on the door.
"I've brought you a cup of tea. I thought I could have mine here, too. If you're not too busy."
I utter something meaningless and her gentle sigh almost breaks my heart. She leaves the tea and trails off to bed.
Two unhappy, stubborn people at war over a stupid word.
