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Ana's POV, still Thursday
Oh my God. He's here. It's him. It's really him. I just stand there like an idiot looking at him, drinking in the sight of him. He's still beautiful. Even more so, if that's even possible. Jack comes out of his office and glares at Christian with hatred "you are going to regret this Grey," he sneers. Christian doesn't even glance at him, he merely says to the blonde guy "get him the hell out of here." The blonde guy nods and practically manhandles Jack out of the office. Christian looks at the guy stood next to me and says "Taylor, wait outside. Make sure no one enters."
Taylor looks at me and asks "are you sure you are alright?" I manage to tear to my gaze away from Christian and look up at him, smiling softly as I reply "I'm fine, thank you Taylor." He gives me a slight nod and quickly exits the office, closing the door behind him.
Now that Christian and I are alone I suddenly feel incredibly shy and so I pick up my bag and start to rummage through it, not looking for anything in particular, I'm just doing it to avoid looking at Christian. I hear him cross the room and as he stands near me he says in a gentle tone "Anastasia."
Just the gentleness of his voice is enough to break the dam and I feel tears trickle down my cheeks. "C-Christian," I whimper.
The next thing I know he is wrapping his arms around me, holding me close to him, his face buried in my neck. I have so much I want to say to this man yet all I can do at this moment in time is cry. For six years I have dreamt about this man and now he is holding me to him like his life depended on it. It's so surreal and I can't shake the feeling that I'm going to wake up at any moment. Slowly my tears begin to stop and eventually Christian pulls away from me. As soon as his arms are no longer wrapped around me I feel a horrible sense of loss, and all I want to do is be back in them again. Christian gently reaches out and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. I look up at him and whisper "I can't believe you're here. It's really you? You are really here?"
He gives me a slight smile and nods "yes Anastasia, it's really me. I'm really here."
"Can we get out of here?" I ask him shyly and he nods.
I pick up my bag and he takes my hand, a familiar tingle shooting through my body as he does. He leads me out of the office and I notice Taylor standing guard. He looks at Christian and asks "where to Sir?"
"Escala Taylor. Make it quick."
I silently wonder what Escala is but I don't really care when Christian Grey is gripping my hand so tight it's almost like he's afraid I'll run away. It's only when we are halfway out the office that I realise that's exactly what he's afraid of. My heart breaks and it takes all my self-control not to start crying again. As we walk past my colleagues I notice a lot of the women who had spent so long preening in the bathroom are giving me filthy looks but I don't care.
We step outside and Christian leads me to a black Audi SUV. He lets go of my hand to help me in before climbing in the back next to me. I'm halfway through buckling my seatbelt when Christian takes it off me and clips me in. I look at him and smile and he gives me a smile back. Right now there is no need for words between us. Taylor pulls out and begins to drive us to Escala. Christian reaches over and takes my hand in his and lifts it to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently and I feel my face flush bright red, but at the same time I feel a deep stirring inside me that I have never felt before.
We reach our destination and Christian pulls me into the elevator after imputing a code into it. We stand close together in the fast moving lift, the electricity crackling around us so much you could work a toaster off it! It is only once we get there do I realise we have travelled right to the penthouse and Christian is gently tugging on my hand to make me move.
I glance around, noticing how white and sterile everything is, but other than that I notice nothing, except the beautiful man who is still holding my hand. He smiles softly at me and asks "do you want anything?"
"A glass of white wine please," I reply.
He nods and leads me into the massive kitchen area. "Take a seat," he murmurs and let's go of my hand. I perch on one of the stools at the breakfast bar and watch him as he looks in the fridge for a bottle of wine. I admire the graceful way he moves, so different from the brawling teen I remember him as. He pours the wine into two glasses and sits next to me, his hand finding mine again. I look up at him and give him a shy smile. I pick up my glass with my free hand and take a small sip of the wine, which is delicious, not that I expected anything less from Christian. He is gazing at me and I decide to break the comfortable silence between us by asking "how are you?"
He gives me a dazzling smile and raises my hand to his lips and kisses it gently before replying "I'm fine. Wonderful, in fact."
I beam happily. Both of us are clearly trying to avoid the big elephant in the room. I can see it in his eyes that he wants to ask about what happened to make me leave. And I want so badly to tell him. I just hope that when he does ask, I have the strength to tell him.
Third Person POV, Wednesday night
Belle arrived home trembling with excitement. She had just signed a contract to be Christian Grey's submissive. Although, when she had first seen him, she had found it hard not to jump straight into his arms and hold onto him for dear life. She began to undress as she made her way to her bathroom. She pulled her Louboutin's off and removed her corset and stared at herself in the mirror. She hated how thin she was. She slowly removed her gloves and looked sadly at her arms. When she had told Christian that one of her hard limits was the removal of her gloves he looked slightly perturbed but he agreed. She was glad. That hard limit had been a deal breaker. She didn't want to explain to him why her arms were a mass of scars. She sighed and took a good, long look at her face. She liked the way she looked. She slowly pulled her right eyelid up and removed the green contact lens. She did the same with the left one. She took a deep breath and looked at her face in the mirror again. And this time, instead of emerald green eyes gazing back at her, she was greeted with the sight of her big blue eyes. And as she dressed for bed, she silently prayed that Christian would never find out who she really was.
A/N: bet you weren't expecting that were ya? I had planned on making you lot wait longer before you found out who Belle really is but I'm kind like that. Hope you liked this chapter! Please read and review!