The sound of her name on Christian Greys lips was like a thunderclap in the tense silence that followed his dramatic entrance. Anastasias heart, already shattered into a million pieces, seemed to crumble further at the sight of his livid expression.
"Christian," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the chaos of her emotions.
Yesterdays events flashed before her eyes, and with them came a surge of bitterness and resolve. Christian wanted to destroy her? Well, shed show him that she wasnt so easily broken.
With a look of defiance, she turned to the man beside her鈥擡dward Cullen, who had introduced himself as her unexpected savior鈥攁nd pressed her lips to his in a bold, provocative kiss. If Christian wanted her to entertain clients, shed put on a show hed never forget.
"Keep going," she murmured seductively, her voice dripping with honeyed venom as she addressed Edward but stared pointedly at Christian.
Edward, taken aback by her sudden advance, recovered quickly and played along, his actions fueled by the unexpected turn of events. The sight of Anastasia in his arms, kissing him so passionately, was enough to spark a competitive fire in him, despite the strange circumstances.
Christians eyes blazed with fury as he watched the scene unfold before him. "Slut!" he spat out, the word laden with disgust and anger.
He lunged at Edward, his fist flying towards the other mans face. But Edward, agile and quick, dodged the blow and rolled off the bed, wrapping a robe around himself and pulling Anastasia close in a protective embrace.
"Youre interrupting my pleasure, Christian. Isnt that rather rude of you?" Edward asked, his tone casual despite the tension in the room.
Christians fists clenched at his sides, his gaze fixed on Anastasia with a mixture of fury and something else鈥攕omething that looked suspiciously like jealousy.
"Anastasia, do I need to carry you out of here myself?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Anastasia, feeling a thrill of satisfaction at his reaction, couldnt help but push further. "Youre not leaving? How am I supposed to get dressed?"
"Get dressed," Christian barked, his patience clearly at an end.
"Christian, a ladys modesty is a precious thing. Dont you have any manners at all?" Edward interjected, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Christian was momentarily speechless, his anger palpable as he glared at the two of them. With a final, dark look at Anastasia, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Anastasia, left alone with Edward, felt a sense of triumph mixed with a strange sense of emptiness. She had wanted to hurt Christian, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain she was going through. But now, as she looked into Edwards kind eyes, she felt a flicker of doubt.
"Are you okay?" Edward asked gently, his concern for her well-being genuine.
Anastasia nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She had set out for revenge, but the reality of her actions left her feeling hollow and unsure of what to do next.
As she dressed, her mind raced with thoughts of Christian and the tangled web of emotions that bound them together. She had wanted to make him pay, but now she found herself questioning the cost of her own actions and the path she had chosen.
Little did she know that outside the door, Christian Grey stood silently, his mind a whirlwind of emotions as he processed the scene he had just witnessed. Anastasias kiss with Edward had struck a chord within him, one that he was not yet ready to face. And as he stood there, the seeds of doubt and uncertainty began to take root, threatening to upend the carefully ordered world he had built around himself.