Fifty Shades Of Grey: My Years With Elena #Explicit [Fifty Shades] #fanfic

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

"Ahh! Sir...What are you..?"
I stand there staring down at her amazing body, sweat pouring off me as my mind screams.
Maybe there is a way to resolve this...
I undo her legs, drop them to the floor and then grab her by the hips and flip her onto her front. I grasp the belt around her wrists firmly and pull sharply on it before slamming hard into her from behind.
She lets out a garbled cry into the duvet, but I hold her firmly in place as I continue my relentless pounding, searching for my release.
What had led her down this path? Where were her family? Did she have no other support, no other means to make money?
I drive myself on. I cannot clear my head of my dark thoughts and I feel myself getting dragged down - down into the abyss and back to that green, sticky rug...
"I'M COMING!"
FUUUUCCCKKK!
I am hauled back into the room by Terri's loud shriek and I find I am gasping for air. I must have been holding my breath without realising. She moans incoherently as her climax pulsates strongly through her and she clenches down hard onto me. Then by some divine miracle I feel my balls clench a moment before I explode violently inside her. On and on, over and over my orgasm crashes through me until I finally let go of her wrists and collapse onto her saturated back.
Fuck. Me.
I don't think I have ever come so hard in my life...
My equilibrium slowly returns and in between rapid heaving breaths I somehow undo her wrists and rub her arms with my shaking hands. I then sink to my knees and slide out of her, before crawling back to the chair and flopping down onto it.

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"Sir..?"
A soft hand touches my arm and I jump. I don't know how much time has passed or how long I have been bunched up on the armchair with my forehead resting on my knees. I lift my head wearily and Terri is standing there, fresh from a shower, wearing a hotel robe and a towel wrapped round her head.
"You haven't moved or spoken in like, twenty minutes. Are you okay?"
I blink at her.
How can I tell her she reminds me of the crack whore?
"Why..?" I finally breathe.
Now Terri blinks at me. "Why? Why what?" She asks confused.
"I just want to know why a gorgeous, seemingly articulate young lady like you, needs to do...THIS..."
Terri gasps and looks taken aback. "Umm...no one's ever asked why...it's usually 'How much?'" She sighs. "I need to earn a living."
"But surely you can do something else..?" I croak. "Why be a call girl?"
She frowns at me. "You really wanna know?"
Oh trust me baby, I really do...
"Yes," I whisper.
She closes her eyes and screws them tightly for a few seconds before releasing them. She then turns, grabs her bag and brings out her purse. She pulls out a photo and hands it over to me. It's of a cute little girl - maybe around two years old - with dark hair and large brown eyes. She reminds me of Mia when she was little.
"That's my little girl, Hope Alexandra. She'll be two next month. And this..." She hands over another photo, this time of a smiling man. "Is her daddy, Alex."
Holy shit! She's got a partner and a child and she turns tricks for a living?
I'm trying to absorb all the information when she speaks again.
"Alex died in the Twin Towers. I was pregnant with Hope. He never got to meet his little girl and she'll never know her daddy."
HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.

The world has stopped spinning on its axis and fallen away from me.
"Oh God...Oh Terri...I'm so sorry." I mumble, sorrowfully.
She nods and swallows hard, blinking back tears as she carefully places the precious photos back into her purse. I jump up and grab a hotel robe and quickly wrap it round myself. I open the mini-bar.
"Would you like a brandy...or I can order down for a Hendricks..?"
She sighs softly again and sits on the bed. "No...a brandy would be good."
I pour us both a brandy and hand her the tumbler as I sink back into the chair. She takes a sip and stares into the glass.
"What about compensation?" I ask softly.
She shakes her head. "He was doing a favour for a friend. He was actually at home having a few days off from work. Alex was an engineer in Brooklyn. I went out for groceries and came back to find this..."
She puts her drink down, fishes back into her purse and opens out a folded piece of lined notepaper. She hands it to me shakily. I take the note and read it.
"Honey, Carlos called. Maria's gone into early labour and he needs to be with her. I'm just going into the North Tower for a few hours to cover for him. See you both later. Love You XX"
JESUS...
"So...nobody knew he was there?" I whisper.
She takes the note back from me, folding it with care and tucking it back into her purse. She takes a long slug of brandy. "He...he was working on the 94th floor. They pretty much took a direct hit. I...I...didn't even have a body to bury. I didn't have enough proof to place him in the building at the time. All I had was his note and Carlos to vouch he'd been there. They couldn't find the bodies of the three others he was working with either. But they were registered as being there, so the Claims Department are paying their families. My only hope is that the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner finds some kind of fragment that can be matched up with Hope's DNA sample." She looks up from her glass, her aquamarine eyes glistening with tears. "That's why I called my little girl Hope - for the hope I have in my heart that one day something of Alex will be found."
"So...where's Hope now?" I ask gently as I process this harrowing information.
She takes another sip of brandy. "With Carlos and Maria. When Alex died I couldn't afford the rent and Carlos and Maria immediately took me in. Carlos and Alex had been best buddies since pre-school - there was nothing they wouldn't do for each other. Maria had a son on the evening of September 11th and they called him Alexander Vida Sanchez. Vida means life in Spanish and they wanted Alex to live on through their little boy. Which I'm sure he does because he is just the sweetest little thing. Hope adores him."
"And they know about your...Umm...job?"
Terri bursts out laughing making me jump. "Jesus, no! They think I do night shifts in the laundry room here!" She takes a deep breath. "I came to NYC on a gap year before starting college. I got a job in a coffee house and Alex would come in with a coffee and donuts order every morning. It was love at first sight. I never made it back to New Zealand. Alex and I were planning to go over with Hope..." She swallows hard as her eyes mist over. I reach across, grab her hand and squeeze it. "...Anyway...I always planned to transfer colleges, but we wanted to get a place together and money was tight, so I just started working where I could. I was working in a bar when Alex died and then being pregnant with Hope...it wasn't easy. Carlos helped me out with the health insurance when I had Hope - he still carries so much guilt for what happened - but...I didn't want to live off them and waitressing hardly paid well. Alex had no living relatives who could help me out either. That's when one of the girls I worked with told me about the Agency."
I take a slug of brandy. "Weren't you scared?" I whisper. The thought of a poor, traumatised widow having to do that just to make a decent living sends an involuntary shiver through me.
"Scared? I was fucking terrified! " she exclaims. "Luckily they set me up with a lovely guy for my first time. He was very sweet and patient and we got there in the end. And he gave me a bonus on top of my fee. It meant I could finally start to pay my way and get Hope some new things. When I haven't got an Agency job I come and hang out here - plenty of rich businessmen passing through and I get to keep all the money."
Wow. Is that what had happened to my mo...umm...HER? Some major disaster that left her with a little kid and no way to earn a living other than by selling herself? And the crack was her escape?
Her fingers brush my cheek. "Hey...You okay? I seem to have lost you again?"
I blink rapidly. "Sorry...I was just thinking. So what are your future plans? How long do you see yourself doing this?"
Terri smiles for the first time since I brought her into the room. She has a very cute smile framed by those gorgeous full lips.
"Another year or so. Hope will then start Kindergarten and by that time I would have hopefully saved enough to go back to New Zealand. I really want Hope to grow up there surrounded by my family and...I really could do with being around my parents and siblings too." She sighs wistfully. "I do love it here but I don't want to rely on charity and I think if Hope and I leave, Carlos may get some closure too. We're a constant reminder of what happened and I don't think that's helping him move forward."
I nod slowly digesting all the facts. She gives my hand a squeeze. "You're a very good listener. I've...I've never told a client any of that before. By now they've usually paid me and are running back home."
SHIT!
I jump up. "Christ, Terri I'm so sorry. I've not even paid you for tonight. What do I owe you?"
Terri smiles again. "It's fine, honestly. I've had a really nice time - and by the way, the sex was...AMAZING!"
Oh baby...That was just the fucking tip of the ice-berg...
I grin. "Yeah...it was pretty good wasn't it?" I stroke her cheek. "You'll never know how much I needed that." I straighten up. "So...money..?"
"Well I usually charge fourteen hundred dollars for two hours, but because I've had such a nice time and amazing sex...let's call it a thousand. Cash. Please, sir." She smiles sweetly at me.
I chuckle and grab my wallet out of my trousers. "I don't carry that much on me...but I can give you...two hundred and..." I undo my watch. "My gold Rolex to keep hold of whilst I go to Reception downstairs. I don't want you thinking I'm going to run off!"
Terri laughs. "That's very generous of you sir. Thank you. I'll get dressed in the meantime and then I can get out of your hair."
"Are you going straight home?"
"No I'll use some of the money for a cheap room I can crash in. I usually head back in the morning."
"No...Please stay here. I've paid for the room till ten tomorrow morning. Please make yourself at home. I'll go tell the front desk to put it all on my card."
Terri opens her mouth to protest but I hold my hand up. "No. I insist. Please Terri. Treat yourself for once."
Terri's beautiful aquamarine eyes mist over as she looks at me. "I...I don't know what to say. Thank you so much."
"You're very welcome." I grab my pants, quickly pull them on and grab my shirt. "I'll be ten minutes or so. Just relax okay. Get another drink or order room service."
She nods happily as I leave the room. Once in the lift, I grab my cell.
"Barney, I need you to do something for me."
"Okay, let me turn my laptop on..."
"No, Barney...it's more of an errand. I need you to go to my apartment. I'll ring ahead and get you clearance. The safe is in the third wardrobe in my bedroom. I'll text you the code. I need you to take all the cash that's in there..."
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" Barney interrupts in a concerned tone.
"No, nothing like that. I just need the cash urgently." I pause as I get out of the lift and head towards the Reception in the lobby. "There's a black rucksack in the wardrobe. Empty it and put the money in there. And then I need you to book yourself on the next flight out to NYC - first class - and meet me here at the Hilton Garden Inn. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, of course. But it'll be stupid o'clock in the morning by the time I arrive."
"It's fine Barney. Book the best seat on the plane so you can sleep on your way across and then when you get here you can crash in my room and we can travel back together later in the day."
"Okay sir. I'll see you in what...six hours or so?"
"Yes. Thanks Barney. Ring me the moment you get here and if you encounter any problems."
"Will do. Oh and Christian?"
"Yes?"
"You really need to look into getting yourself an assistant."
I chuckle. "If I can find someone I trust as much as you, then I will do. See you soon."
I end the call and approach the front desk.