Fifty Shades After

Chapter 15: Fifty Shades Into the Past

☆Christian☆
Fuck, I have to stay late today. These goddamned contracts with the East Coast are driving me to the fucking wall. I was hoping to get home and go out to dinner with my family. Anastasia and my son. The very reason of my existence. I stop scribbling on the paperwork Andrea sent me earlier, and pick up the picture frame on my desk. God, I love them to the moon and back. In the picture, Ana is swinging Ted around, both wearing smiles that melt my ice cold heart. I grin.

 

My cell vibrates, and I groan in frustration. Her again? I reluctantly answer as I massage my temple. " How many times do I have to fucking tell you? Leave me the fuck alone, Elena!"

- "You'll regret it, Christian! I can give a fuck about you ruining Linc, but you won't get rid of me so easily! I made you who you are, I can satisfy you!"

- "You'll satisfy me when you leave me be."

-" God, just hear yourself! You're being tied down from absolute pleasure. A wife and kid? Might as well be locked up in prison just like that Hyde character that almost did me the solid of getting rid of that gold-digging bitch!"

I stand at lightning speed and my chair shoots rolling back.

- "Don't you fucking talk about my wife like that! You better fuck off right now or I'll -"

- "Or you'll what, Christian?" Her tone changes.  "You'll punish me? You want that, don't you? You need that, Christian, and I'll prove it." I scowl and hang up, flinging my phone to the desk. Why the fuck won't she just piss off?

 

After a while,  I'm done with three quarters of the stack of fuckery I need to get done before I "punch out" like Ana usually says. Honestly, I'm not even sure what the hell that means. I decide to take a bathroom break. Andrea is done for the day as she takes her belongings and heads to the elevator. "Good night, Mr. Grey." She says as her heels click farther away." I also bid her a good night and turn to Olivia' desk. It's a fucking mess. Where is that girl?

 

I head to the restroom to "refresh and release." I smirk. Ana's strange lingo has really stuck on me. I wash my hands and hear the elevator doors ping. Andrea must've forgotten something.I return to the lobby and Olivia is still no where to be seen. Goddammit, she's not even done with her work! She's going to have to hear from me tomorrow morning.

 

I push open the doors to my office. They were opened. I was sure I closed them. Waltzing back to my desk, I notice a coffee cup on top of my work. If it wasn't Andrea, it had to be Olivia. That's kind of her, but it won't get her off the hook for having poor work ethic. I take a seat and proceed to continue working, taking welcoming sips of my coffee. Usually Olivia fails to get my coffee right, but surprisingly enough, it's good. Just how I like it.

 

I'm not sure how long it has been, but I'm getting awfully tired. I'm yawning too much, and the words before me are becoming hard to decipher. I'm not even half way done...

I'm struggling to focus, I'm becoming dizzy and my eyes are having difficulties staying opened.

Holy fuck, what. Is. Happening.

The whole world is moving! Oh, shit, Olivia! I try to scream but all I can manage is a mumble. I try to get up, but I keep falling back to my chair. Shit, what the fuck!

 

Fuck, fuck, fuck!