Chapter Four
I glare at her. What am I going to do! You can't kiss her, Grey. No! My eyes trace across her perfectly sculptured lips which are slightly parted as her breathing increases fast. She softly shivers under my gaze. No, no, no, no, no, no… I close my eyes, and take a deep breath, just do it and get it over with, Grey. I shake my head, opening my eyes, knowing what I'm going to do.
"Anastasia, you should steer clear of me. I'm not the man for you," I whisper. No. I don't do the boyfriend thing. I just want to fuck you Anastasia. She's frowning at me. What? Let go of her now, Grey.
"Breathe, Anastasia, breathe. I'm going to stand you up and let you go," I say quietly, I don't want to let you go. I gently push her away from me. My hands linger on her shoulders, carefully balancing her on the path. I want you so badly, Steele.
"I've got this," she breathes. "Thank you." She mutters as her face falls, deep in thought. She inches away from me.
"For what?" I frown. My hands still lingering on her shoulders.
"For saving me," she whispers.
"The idiot was riding the wrong way. I'm glad I was here. I shudder to think what could of have happened to you. Do you want to come and sit down in the hotel for a moment?" I release her, my hands drifting slowly back to my sides, and she is running her fingers up and down her arm, anxiously. Frowning to herself, she wraps her arms around her slender body and facing away from me towards the road. She quickly glances up at the pedestrian sign which has suddenly turned green. She quickly marches her way over the road, I eagerly follow her. Once we are outside the hotel, she turns round to face me, her head slightly angled at the road not meeting my eyes.
"Thanks for the tea and doing the photo shoot," her murmured words sound so final. This is it. Now or never, Grey. Tell her your plans. Anything to make her come back with you. Anything.
"Anastasia… I…" What? What shall I say? Ask her out for a dinner date? Fuck sake, Grey! I just stare at her, demanding her attention. She peeks up at me, her eyes widening. Fuck! Invite her back inside? Let her go! Why has this girl mind fucked me completely! This is so goddamn frustrating!
"What, Christian?" She snaps after minutes of the silence between us. This is it, she's leaving. I cough lightly.
"Good luck with your exams," I murmur, that's it. That's all I can say. I stare at her with nothing else to say. Nothing else I want to say, I won't see her again.
"Thanks." She replies with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Oh, Miss Steele don't talk like that baby. "Goodbye, Mr. Grey." She turns on her heel and walks away. Without a second glance back at me I know she isn't coming back. That was it. Fuck!
I walk back into the hotel, pasteveryone. Ignoring everything. Phone to meet her again. Convince her to be yours, Grey. Only yours.
Friday, 25th May 11:54
For the past week, I've busied myself with various works, signing and legalizing documents, meeting various clients. All of which hasn't distracted me from my mindless obsession with Miss Anastasia Steele. The girl is like an elusive creature, filling me with need every single moment. I long to feel her body pressed up against mine, at night it's worse, I run wild with imagination, picturing her in different positions in my playroom. But she's not yours. I grit my teeth at the insane thought of some shmuck running his hands on what should be mine.
This girl is so irritating! Just go and fuck her and get it over with, Grey. I need something that would help ensnare her in my trap. Bring her here, a card? A phone call? Too simple and plain…. Considering what happened last week, I'm probably the last person on this earth she would want to talk to right now. Then it hits me. I pull out my phone, and phone Taylor.
