𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐍 ▸ Ana asked Christian how bad it could be, and so he showed her. Leaving Christian, Ana finds herself alone and running from the man who bruised her backside yet owns her heart. But Seattle is a big place, and Christian isn't...
One blessing of having security around all the time was having someone to drive me. I'd ended up deciding on a Volvo C30 to replace the Audi, but since Christian wanted it kitted out with every possible safety option, it wasn't arriving for another week. Not that I felt much like driving. I had a headache and was feeling queasy. There were only a few hours of the work day left, but I decided to call it quits. I rang Ryan who came out of the SIP security office and escorted me downstairs to the garage where we were joined by Harris.
"Thanks for this, guys," I said as I climbed into the back of the SUV. Hopefully, an hour or two at home lying in bed in the dark would make me feel better. I wanted to close my eyes as I was driven, but I had a feeling it wouldn't help my stomach, so instead, I looked out as we passed through the city. The ride was short, and in no time, we were in the lift on the way up to the penthouse. The place was blissfully silent, and all I wanted to do was rest.
Smothering a yawn, I dismissed Ryan and Harris. Christian had agreed I didn't need security once I was in the penthouse, so after promising them I was in for the rest of the evening I gave them permission to leave. Walking through to our bedroom, I kicked off my shoes, closed the blinds, so the room was dark, and climbed onto the bed. I must have been tired because I was out like a light as soon as my head touched the pillow.
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I opened my eyes. I'd heard a male voice coming from the kitchen. It sounded like Christian, but I had no idea why he'd be home from work at 4:15. Getting off the bed, I slipped my shoes on and turned to the mirror to straighten my hair. If it was Christian, I wanted to look my best for him.
Stepping out into the hallway, I was surprised to see the door to the playroom open, soft light spilling from its interior. Perhaps Mrs. Jones was cleaning in there today? I hadn't seen her when I'd come in, but the apartment was huge, so she could have been in one of the other rooms or her quarters.
My shoes making no noise on the thick carpet, I walked towards the door, stopping in shock at what I saw as I peered through the doorway. There, kneeling beside the door, eyes downcast and wearing nothing but panties, was a dark-haired woman. She was thin, almost painfully so, but with her hair in a braid, and sitting back on her heels, she somehow looked comfortable and at home. As though there was nowhere else she'd rather be than kneeling on the wooden floor.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my brain befuddled.
"I'm waiting for my Master. He needs me. This is where i always wait when He calls."
"When he calls?"
"Master has needs," she explained almost cryptically. "Needs i can satisfy for Him."
From the kitchen, I heard Christian's voice, and suddenly it all became crystal clear. All his words of love and constancy were false. The whole time we'd been together, Christian had obviously still had a submissive. My early arrival home today had interrupted his booty-call!
