A/N: I understand the whole, "Nobody can touch my chest thing" but technically she won't be touching his chest or anything therefore I don't care and I am going to do it this way!
Chapter 7: It begins
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"So what do you think of this one?" Christian asks me, holding up a magazine of a very expensive looking wedding dress.
"Hmmm...I don't like it. It's just so busy. Too much glitz." I answer lifting my feet up onto the coffee table. I try a little too hard not to touch him since he is sitting right next to me on the couch.
"Too much glitz huh? I just don't get it. These are the type of dresses Elliot said that you were going to be trying on for the wedding. Why would you try these on if you don't even like the style?"
"Oh you know. I guess those are the types of dresses Elliot wants me to wear. He never really asked me if I liked that kind." I answer looking over at him.
He stares over at me with a look close to shock. "He...He never asked you what kind of dress you wanted? It's your wedding though!" He snarls angrily.
"It's okay though! I don't mind. That's just the way Elliot is. It's fine, really." I say quickly trying to defuse the problem.
"If you say so." He mutters.
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"Christian? Can I ask you something?" I mumble quietly, as we eat dinner.
He looks up at me from his plate with a delicate smile. "Anything."
I push the food around my plate trying desperately to do something other than look him in the face "Just so you know this doesn't matter to me or anything and I don't want you to think this changes things or you know that. . ."
"Just ask Anastasia." He snaps impatiently. I swallow hard looking up into his eyes.
"After we. . .shared that moment in the restaurant, how come you never even tried to contact me or even try and figure out what happened?" I whisper.
It really hurts knowing how gentle he was with me when we finished our kiss, but other than that he never really shows any kind of care or feeling.
He tilts his head slightly to the side analyzing me, as if he is trying to figure out what I'm talking about.
Finally he speaks. "Ana. . ." He stops and closes his mouth into a tight line. He sighs running his hands through his hair. That beautiful messy hair...
I keep my eyes on the table because I can't stand to look at him. God what was I thinking? Did I think he would pull me into his arms and confess his love and we'd live happily ever after riding away in our golden carriage? Nope.
"Why would you care about it anyway since you and Elliot seem to be soul mates?" He snaps his eyes cold and hard.
I feel my lip start to tremble beneath my teeth. "I DON'T! I don't care about you, or your stupid lustful feelings for everyone women you can't have! Why are you even helping me with the wedding if you hate me so much!? Just get out!"
I stumble into the master bedroom and slam the door behind me. I am on fire right now. I am so furious. Not with Christian though, with myself. I can't believe I allowed myself to get in this deep. For God sake Ana, he's just a stupid jerk. I hate him. I hate everything.
I wish his apartment was closer, that way he wouldn't have to spend the next 2 weeks sleeping here. He'll be in the room right next door and for his balls sake he better stay there.
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I am walking through an old dreary looking neighborhood when I stop in front of an abandoned house.
The front door swings open all on it's own and a light shines from a bedroom door. My hand makes contact with the knob and I swing the door open.
"I've been waiting for you." A male voice speaks. I squint towards the figure in the dark to see who it is and my heart drops fifty stories through my feet.
No. This can't be happening.
"Come here." He speaks harshly to me. My feet start to move towards him. He grabs me by my hair and throws me into the iron backboard of the bed. I try to cry out in pain but no sound leaves my throat.
He throws me onto the bed and unbuttons his jeans, slapping me harshly across the face as he does so.
"Please. . . Stop." I sob thrashing my head back and forth.
He grabs my chin and looks me dead in the eyes. "If you move one inch, I will kill you."
Fear entrances through my body and I do the only thing I can think of and let out a blood curtailing scream.
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Christian's Point of View
I wake up panting and sweaty from one of my nightmares, and I immediately try to catch my breath.
The only thing I can think about is how upset Anastasia looked when I snapped at her. I didn't mean to be harsh about it, but she's the one who's still engaged to my stupid brother.
Besides, she'd never want to be with me when she learned what kind of kinky shit I'm into.
As I'm sitting here thinking this, I hear a loud bang from outside of my room. What the hell?
I get out of my bed and open the door only to hear silence again. I check my phone to see that it's only 3 in the morning. I am about to turn back into the bedroom when I hear another noise.
"No! God please. Please! Help me!" Ana screams from inside her room. Oh my god what is going on in there.
I throw open the door to see her thrashing around in her bed screaming her head off.
"Ana! Ana, wake up!" I yell, running to the side of the king sized bed. She screams even louder, so I pin her arms down at her sides and try to gently stroke her face.
"Ana! Ana please wake up!" I whisper, trying my best to not get hit in the face. Her eyes finally open but she is still thrashing around.
"Leave me alone please!" She cries, trying to push me away from her.
"Ana!" I yell, grasping her face in my hands and looking straight into her beautiful blue eyes.
She finally realizes and stops trying to push me away. She looks up at me with a trembling lip and tears welling in her eyes, and she bursts into sobs.
She buries her face into my chest, her breaths coming out in heaves. I slowly lift my hand and let it rest on the back of her head and pull her in closer soothing her.
"Shhhh. It's okay now. I'm here Ana. I'm here." I whisper, holding her close.
Whatever caused her to be this upset I have no idea of, but maybe her and I aren't so different...Or maybe I'm just wanting to bang this girl.
Her cries get softer and softer until she's completely stopped. I lift her chin with my finger and I see how red and inflamed her face is.
"Let's get your face cleaned." I say, lifting her into my arms and carrying her into the bathroom. She's so small and helpless I just want to hold her and protect her forever.
After I wipe her face down with a warm washcloth, I carry her back into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed and get ready to leave.
"Christian. . .wait." She whispers grabbing onto my hand. I turn back in her direction and look down at her. "It'll be okay Ana. Nothing's going to hurt you while I'm here."
"Christian. . .Please don't leave me. Stay with me." She mumbles.
I am about to say I can't, but then I finally meet her gaze. She is looking up at me with the most innocent look I've ever seen; her eyes sparkle with hope, and my heart melts.
I climb into the bed next to her, and scoot as far away from her body as I can.
"Christian." She whines, forcing me to flip over to face her. She looks up at me and gives a small smile, closing the space between us. "Hold me." God knows the thought of holding this women has been the only thing in my mind these last few months.
I just can't resist so I pull her into my body, wrapping my hands around her back. She sighs nuzzling her face into my neck. I would think she was drunk the way she is acting with me but I'm not complaining.
She brings her hands up to hold my face. "Christian." I open my eyes and look into her eyes, my heart beating wildly.
"I wouldn't want Elliot if I could only have you love me for one night." She whispers.
Fuck.