Crossing The Grey

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I guess it could have been worse.

It could have been the bastard husband I caught her with. That's initially who I'd thought it was. So she leaves me for an appointment, which later turns out to be a romantic reunion in central park with someone from Harvard. I was a fucking fool. Back in the suite I open the fridge and grab a bottle of water, which I drink from in several large desperate gulps.

The banging on the suite door a few moments later is loud and insistent. I know exactly what I'm going to find behind it before I even open it. Despite this, I'm still not prepared for the wave of rage that blows over me when I pull it open. She's practically growling at me. Beautiful mouth in a hard red line, green eyes dark with anger.

No doubt she's fuming that I've interrupted her lovers' picnic. It further irritates me that she looks fucking divine in a white lace summer dress which is tight over her breasts and waist, which then flares out about her bare legs. She looks elegant and delicate and my cock roars at the sight of her. I want to rip it from her body before fucking her, hard. Just to show her that she's mine.

I don't invite her in. Instead, I leave the door open and walking back into the suite. I hear it slam closed behind me as I gulp down the last of the chilled water. Finally, I turn to face her, glowering.

"How dare you embarrass me like that?" She says finally.

"Oh, so you're the injured party here? Of course, you are Charlie. How could you not be." I nod sarcastically. She flinches and her eyes seem to change colour. Going from dark to light in an instant.

"I never took you for an idiot, Christian." She says.

"Well, I certainly feel like one, Charlie.

"He's a friend, from college."

I smirk. "What like I was a friend? Did you fuck all of your friends from Harvard after a night of strip poker and too much scotch? Or just me and him?" She steps forward and slaps me across the face. It's sharp and loud and totally deserved. Did I actually just ask her that?

"I'm leaving now. This is done." She says quietly, tears clearly shimmering behind her eyes. Her whole body seems to be vibrating with emotion. I watch her turn and walk away from me, and I allow her to get as far as the the door before I stride across the room and shove my foot against it, closing it again. "Christian, move. I don't want to do this. I need to go."

"Explain to me what I saw down there."

She looks up at me, pleading with her eyes. "That I even need to makes me feel sick. That you would say those things. Think those things. You. Now." She shakes her head.

"I was angry." I'm still angry.

"So was Matthew when he thought I was fucking Gideon." She snaps, pointedly. She brings her hand to her neck, which is yet again covered with a scarf. Floral this time. Pink and green flowers, which match her cheeks and her eyes.

I let go of the door immediately and take a step back away from her. "I'd never hurt you." My voice is bare. That she'd think I'd do that makes me feel sick.

"I shouldn't have hit you," She looks down. "I'm sorry."

"I deserved it."

She shakes her head in disagreement. "You really think I'd spend the night with you and then leave you in the morning to meet another man for the exact same reason." She sounds incredulous. "You really think that of me Christian?"

Laid out like that it sounds ridiculous. "It looked like.. He was so close to you. Touching you." I wanted to hurt him for that. "It's clear he wants you."