Her Mr. Perfect (The Fifty Shades Series) COMPLETED

16. Getting her back

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I am sooo sorry guys!! I know it has been seriously been very longs since I last updated, so, here it is...
Enjoy!!

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Christian's POV

Ohh the nerve of the guy!! Elliot called to inform me how José had the balls to show up at their door and made plans with my Ana to catch up n all...
I can't hold it any longer, I have waited enough, 2 years have been miserable for me but I knew I had to do it for her, but not anymore....
Everything has now been sorted and I wont let any of the Jack Hyde and José come between us, there's nothing holding me back now!

@Ms. Jone's

My breath hitched as soon as saw Ana sitting on the bar, from what i figured, waiting for that fckn piece of shit, looking beautiful in yellow sundress but seeming very weak, i wonder what might have happened to her.
All the memories flooded back. How she used to wait for me in the same manner when I used to be late from work, with the same expression on her face, the same smile and patience on her face.

I decided to approach her before that idiot shows up. My heart started to race as I slowly neared her. With a lot of hesitation I finally lifted my hand to gently place it on her shoulder which arouse a lot of feelings inside of me.
But with the same expression did she turn around, must have felt the same fireworks i assume...

Anastasia's POV
Just as I turned around, I felt the time had just stopped. I went back to when I was sitting in

here weighing up my

Christian pros and cons. All those cons, even those

photographs I found that morning, melt into

insignificance now. There's

just him and whether he'll come back. Oh please, Lord,

bring him back, please let

him be okay. I'll go to

church... I'll do anything. Oh, if I get him back, I shall seize

the day. His voice echoes

around my head once

more:"Carpe diem, Ana."

I gaze deeper into the

fire, the flames still licking and curling around each

other, blazing brightly. Then, I heard a shriek, and found it to be coming from my own self and everything

went into slow motion.

"Christian!"

I turn my head in time to

see stands a dismayed

Christian. He's dressed in just

his shirtsleeves and suit pants, and he's holding his navy

jacket. He

looks tired, untested and utterly

beautiful.

Holy fuck... Christian.

He's alive. I gaze numbly at

him, trying to work out if I'm

hallucinating or if he's really

here.

His expression is one of

utter bewilderment.

Somewhere during all this time I hear José but I don't care, right now I only see Christian. He looks up and scans the