Christian's Yearning

CH02: ~ A thing in N.Y. ~

~ A thing in N.Y. ~

“Let go … no … Don’t touch me! This is what you really like? Me, like this?

… Well you are one fucked-up son of a bitch…”  Christian wakes up drenched in sweat – his ever present nightmares which feature the whore, and her pimp, have now expanded to include a gun to Ana’s head, and her either walking away or being killed on the spot.

Fuck!  He misses her warmth; if she was here, I would hug her and fall a sleep again… no that is not true, his inner Christian pipes up… if she were here you would not have had the nightmare to begin with! True… very true.

So, instead Christian gets up, plays the piano and goes for a run, Taylor not too far behind. Christian sets a grueling pace; he doesn’t do it to show off, he just likes to push himself to the max, at all times; and he runs to forget his troubles, as if he were to reach a unknown destination, all his fucked up life would be left behind. Akin to a forgotten journal that one does not longer want to read.

During the run he replays his conversation with Ana; she didn’t say much. Just a hello… have a thing tomorrow, in N.Y, … a private jet waiting for her and finally a see you at the wedding. A simple conversation that is on constant replay in his mind; there were no Sir, Mr. Grey, sadly not even a Christian. Not cheek-in-tongue comments; no smart mouth, nothing. She treated him like an acquaintance.

Is that what they are now? Just someone that they once knew… acquaintances that fucked in passing; little more than one night stand and a whole lot less than exes or even ex-friends with benefits… their relationship only lasted a few weeks… as acquaintances is how he would and do treat any of his ex-subs if ever meet in a social setting and they lasted three months; some made it to six and even twelve… but Ana’s few weeks mean more than any of those put together.

Christian accelerates; he keeps running maybe if he exhausts himself, his mind will turn off. Ana is #16; that is all! What kind of a Dom are you, Grey? The inner voice that sounds pretty much like Elena says. She was never my sub, but I am #1 in her list, he smirks to himself… there should not be a list dumb ass! She should never ever share herself like that with anyone but me… he stops on his tracks; as if stopping abruptly will make his monolog stop… She.is.mine and only mine and just to show off, his stupid voice counters, no she is not!

Christian makes his way to Bellevue to join his family for brunch. The last thing he wants is to sit across Elliot and Kate while they make googly eyes to each other. Fuck! He has never ever been jealous of his brother until now, not because of Kate, but for what they have… he never wanted that until Ana crawled under his skin.

Christian joins his family outside to the patio where the brunch is being served. His family home is as beautiful as always; the pier visible in the distance; a stone path leading the way. He sits there and eats with his impassive façade. He notices that Kate keeps checking her phone, as if waiting for a very important call. It seems she is more preoccupied about not missing a call than about the conversation, comments of how fantastic the engagement party was last night barely registers, she looks anxious.

He thinks it is odd; he knows she doesn’t like him, and she has barely acknowledged him. That is an improvement, she is typically antagonistic, but it strikes Christian as even more odd behavior.

When the phone finally lights up, Christian notices that it is not a call; but an alarm. Kate smiles, as if she has received the best news since the proposal, she excuses herself and walks to the side of the patio, towards the pathway.

Mia voices what Christian is thinking, “what is that about?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I overheard Ana telling her of a big announcement or another about a business partnership of some sort...” Elliot trails off as he takes a few more bites of quiche.

That has Christian’s full attention. First, it involves Ana. Second, it involves some sort of business deal AND maybe he can contact her, offer his help. After all, he knows something about business.

“Ahhhhh OMG OMG OMG” Mia screeches; loudly and hopping from one foot to the other Mia has made her way to Kate. She swipes the phone off Kate’s hands in the same way Mia has swiped numerous toys off her brother’s clutches.

“Don’t!!!” Kate screams but it is too late; Mia has connected the phone’s port to the console that controls the outside TV. “She meant for only me to see it!” Kate yells trying to stop Mia’s deeds.

Taylor comes running with his gun drawn to find all the Grey’s speechless staring at a beautiful picture of Ana. She is topless, her beautiful white skin glistening as if she just stepped off the shower or a pool. Her face is looking over the shoulder, her back towards the camera, her hair cascades over her back carelessly, and her tight little ass is nicely fit on ‘Calvin Klein’ jeans low enough to show the beginning of her underwear with the word ‘Costa’ on them.

The worst part, as far as Christian is concerned, is that her waist is being held by a male model with abs of steel, his jeans are equally low, opened and half way zipped, the name on the jeans say ‘Costa’, and the elastic waist of his underwear read ‘Klein.’ He has water droplets all over, and is looking at Ana with lusty eyes.

Her eyes are what captivate Christian; he has seen that look before, the mischievous look she gets right before she goes into the playroom. As if she knows she is getting some. He cannot help it, he is instantly hard; images of Ana wet and moaning for him pour uninvited to his mind.

He can hardly comprehend what is going on. Ana, his Ana, is now THE face for a partnership between two major fashion houses… not only that but there is some type of big deal designer being introduced, Milo Costa somebody or another, he is holding Ana’s right hand, and the male model her left; they walk in front of the picture; address the press and answer questions.

She is wearing jeans and a simple white blouse; her make up is heavier than she usually wears; but she looks outstanding. The male model has a black T-shirt and black washed jeans. They do make a gorgeous couple.

“Boy, they look great!” Kate says out loud and just clamps a hand on her mouth looking over to Christian for a second and then looking back at the TV. The segment is over, and a local NY program follows. Mia turns off the TV still speechless.

“You!” Christian points at Kate with all the venom and hate and anger he is feeling at the moment. Immediately, Elliot gets up in front of Christian.

“Don’t finish that sentence” Elliot says with equal fervor.

They stand there for a second looking at each other in the eye; there is no doubt they will be punching each other in a second. The only question is: who will throw the first punch. That is when Kate’s phone rings; she answers in a barely audible voice while walking out of the way, “boy toy looked good!”

Elliot follows Kate saying something like “Congratulations!”

Christian turns around, not saying a word, punches a hole into the nearest wood door and walks away.