Fifty Shades of BLACK SILK

BLACK SILK: Part 19

I stomped straight towards Christian. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He half-smiled and narrowed his eyes a fraction of a second. "Excuse me?"

I cleared my throat and lowered my voice. "Why are you here?"

"Christian!" Kimberly interjected, stretching out her arms. "So glad you could make it!"

Christian took in the hug awkwardly. She rested her chin on his shoulder but he made no effort to reciprocate the gesture, instead, opting to keep his hands hanging by his side and keeping sight of me. I gulped uncomfortably. There was always that watchful eye about him, where it seems as though he could always see farther into my soul. Deeper down he went to the little draw where I keep my secrets.

Kimberly lightly tapped his nose with her index finger and I did a double take at that. "I didn't think you were going to show."

"Well, it was hard to miss an event like this," he said, monotone and uninterested.

"Oh, well, it's just that you rarely come to these types of events I figured you for a no show," Kimberly chuckled awkwardly.

Christian glanced my way as I crossed my arms over my chest. Yeah, that's right, just as I thought. I knew he wasn't here to make a celebrity appearance. We all know who the elusive Christian Grey is. The man who never did anything unless there was something in it for himself. Or maybe I didn't know him as well as I thought. He donates at least a quarter of his billion dollar earnings to charity, mainly orphans as he was one; he implements a stress free policy at work; gives motivational speeches and although it's usually to an audience of drooling women, those tickets sell out as soon as they're on the market. He's a catch on the surface, and on the surface is where he believes everyone should belong. So why he's even letting us, Vanity Fair, a magazine with a hefty circulation, do an in-depth profile as a way to get to me is beyond me. Then a thought hit me, what if he's going to back out last minute? The thought alone made a rage boil inside of me.

"I couldn't resist—" Christian shot a glance my way— "the temptation."

"Well, we are honoured you're here," Kimberly beamed, completely unaware.

Kimberly wound her arm through his and pulled him away, showing him around as if he were a new Chanel bag. I remained fizzling in my own insanity. I hated that not only Christian but people associated with him annoyed me. Suddenly this party was becoming unbearable.

"Hey, are you alright?" Jeremy asked, placing a hand over my cold shoulder.

"Fine," I grumbled, swishing my shoulder away from him.

"Where are you going?" he shouted.

"Away," I mumbled. Certain people are trained in this way; to remove themselves from the situation to avoid anything regrettable. The only image replaying in my mind is my right hook across Christian's jaw.

I took the elevator one level below into empty offices. Using my key card I paved my way to the balcony. The music was still pumping but I could only hear it faintly, the breeze brushing over me as I closed my eyes was all I could focus on, and instantaneously the anger subsided. Sometimes I wonder if I even like him at all. Or was it just the grip we both knew he had over me?

I'd been alone for a good while when I heard the door open behind me. "Madison."

I rolled my eyes. I immediately knew who it was. By the way he said my name as if he already had ownership over me. So I just remained quiet.

"May I join you?" he asked. The words came out robotic as if there was a struggle between the domination and the gentleman.

I turned around I noticed the two champagne flutes in his hands. I slowly walked towards him, clutched one and then walked back to overlooking the city over the stone barrier. "Well, are you coming or not?"

I heard his footsteps approach and then he was by my side. "You're hard to impress."

"You think your mere presence impresses me?" I asked, taking a sip and feeling boss, I admit.

He smiled. "I want you."

I shook my head. "No."

"No?"

"Not now."

"Then when?"

"Shhhhh," I placed my index finger over my mouth. "Can't you hear it?"

"What?" he whispered.

"The silence." I closed my eyes and turned my chin up. "I haven't the silence in a long time."

"Why are you crying?" He asked after moment.

I hadn't realised. I brought a hand over my cheek and felt it wet. I chuckled. "I don't..." It only lasted for a moment. I looked at Christian who was just as confused as I was.

"I want you for more than now," he said.

I laughed again, only more sadly this time. "Why?"

He breathed in and situated himself behind me, bringing his hands around and holding me in a warm embrace. "If you can explain why you cried, then you'll have your answer," he whispered into my ear. I smiled. "Do you understand?"

I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. "I do."