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    ”Then you might want to take notes from your brother, Phoebe." Christian stated, huffing out a breath. He grabbed the car keys carefully arranged, pinned, and organized at the bulletin board on the way towards the elevator. He pressed a button and waited, wishing that time would move by faster. "Your mother and I don't pay for your private school just for you to slack off." Christian scolded, stepping into the elevator as the doors opened.

"Theodore is a suck up."Phoebe commented. Of course she wasn’t going to back down, Phoebe was never one to back down from an argument, despite whatever the punishment would be after an argument. Of course she had wished her mother was here, she was the only one that could stop the from fighting like this."As I said before, Theodore is a suck up, that is why he never talks back.”She insisted, before she watched him leave her room. Grabbing her bag and her jacket, she made it out of her room. Oh how she hated school.

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     Christian pursed his lips at the answer. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, though every sign should have pointed him towards the scenario that played out. There was something in him that wanted stability for just a day with Anastasia, a way for him to know what goes through her mind. In a way, that was what his affinity for control was for, but with Anastasia it was always different. He couldn't control her and he wasn't sure if he was falling apart because of it or if it was fixing him. "Then we won't have dinner with her." Christian assured, slowly parting away from Anastasia.

     Ana’s eyes widened slightly and she simply stared up at Christian for a moment, mind running through the many ways a dinner with his Mrs. Robinson could play out. “No,” she answered softly after a minute. “I can’t— I’m not ready to meet her yet. I’m sorry, Christian, I do appreciate the offer, but I just… can’t.” She reached up to lay her hand over the one resting on her cheek, fingers curling around his to give them a gentle squeeze.

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     "You can meet her." Christian suggested, unsure how to keep Anastasia secure. The event could be catastrophic or it could resolve animosity between them. "We can all have dinner tomorrow night." Elena was completely different from Anastasia. There was a lot for them to hate about each other in that sense, but Christian knew he had to give it a try. Christian's grey eyes locked down to Anastasia's blue hues, wondering what she was thinking. His stomach was nearly ready to do flips in anticipation, but his composure remained stable.

     ”Not… mad,” she muttered defensively. Annoyed, surely. Christian had a right to spend time with whomever he wanted, even if Ana didn’t like it. Of course, she trusted him, even with Mrs. Robinson, no matter how much she hated the woman. She sighed quietly and leaned into the touch to her cheek, turning her head to press a kiss to his wrist. “The feeling is mutual, Christian, I assure you.” Ana pursed her lips for a moment, then shifted her feet a little, finally relenting. “I’m sorry. You can tell me about her, though, you know? I may not like it, but I know she’s in your life.”

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     "I knew you'd be mad regardless." Christian stated. It was a statement neither of them could really argue against. With Anastasia being very open about her feelings towards Elena, there wasn't much doubt in his mind how she would have reacted. "I never know what I'm going to get with you, Anastasia." Christian whispered, stepping closer towards the brunette. His hands settled at her waist, but he soon found one drifting up to cup her cheek. "Which is why I feel the need to know about everything you do." I want to keep you constant in my life. Even in his thoughts, Christian couldn't muster up the word 'love' so close to the one who deserved to hear it the most.

     ”Just a dinner you couldn’t even tell me about. I know you’re just… friends-“ Ugh, that word, when speaking of her Fifty and his disgusting Mrs. Robinson, left a bad taste in her mouth. “-but I still feel like I have a right to be jealous when you don’t even tell me you’re going out with her. And yet you have to know who I’m with at all times.” Ana let out a soft huff and ran a hand through her hair.

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     "Theodore receives discipline when he needs to." Christian countered. He took in a deep breath, trying to resist the inevitable headache that came from arguing with Phoebe. "Your brother was a lot more receptive to punishment. He doesn't talk back." Christian turned around, walking out of the young girl's room. "Grab your bag. I don't want you late to school more than you have to be."

"You can’t do that! Please Theodore did worse things than me, yet you treat him like he is something different."Phoebe huffed as she watched him for a moment as she watched him. God why had she got herself in this situation. Why had her father at home! God she hated it."I haven’t been acting like a brat. I’m acting like a normal teenage girl. Fine drive me to school if you have to.”

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     "Then you'll get a part-time job. We'll transfer you to a public school. You'll work for a new car, a used car. And for the meantime, I'll drive you to school or you'll take the school bus." Christian snapped, not taking the other's tone towards him lightly. He never really went through the public school system thanks to his foster parents, but that didn't mean he didn't know about how much worst it is from an expensive private school. "You've been acting like a brat for too long, Phoebe. It's time I put my foot down."

   Phoebe just shrugged her shoulders. Damn why was she caught this time and ugh this was a nightmare. Getting up from the seat she had been placed in, her arms remained crossed over her chest. "No, you are not driving me to school, neither will Taylor. I am not a five year old!"Phoebe hissed as she watched him for a moment. "Just stop being an ass, every kid bunks of school, why can’t I be a normal kid?"

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     "I'm glad we can both come to an agreement." Christian stated, keeping a mental note to reduce the amount of money being transferred into Phoebe's bank account. Though, he knew doing just that would teach the girl a lesson. Christian always feared that he wasn't going to be good enough to be a father and this was slowly wearing him down. "We can both go." Christian stated, "I think from now on I'll personally drive you to your school. That, or I'll have Taylor escort you for me."

    Something her mind was telling her that he was serious about cutting her off and she wasn’t liking that idea at all.”Fine reduce my allowance if you have to.”She sighed and rolled her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breathe.”Yes, I’m lucky.”Phoebe spoke, through gritted teeth as she looked around the room, trying to not look her father directly in the eyes.

    “Okay, well I was trying to see why you were home. Look now can I go or are you going to lecture me?”

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     "Well, then should I cut you off? Or just reduce your monthly allowance to one hundred dollars?" Christian asked, raising a brow. He knew he had to start hardening himself with raising Phoebe. She was turning into something he didn't like, almost a stereotype of an aristocrat's child. "You'd be lucky with just that, Phoebe. Most teenagers your age wouldn't even get that type of treatment from their parents." Christian never took anything he had for granted, but how he grew up was different from how Phoebe did. She didn't suffer the way he did and he was thankful she hadn't gone through what he did.

     "I am at work." Christian answered, eyes seemingly getting darker and sharper. "I decided to work at home today. But that's beside the point."

She was dead, she was a dead girl walking and her father’s face just said it all. Maybe she should of run and hid somewhere, but now that was to late to do.”It’s school, it sucks like a pile of crap.”Phoebe insisted as she looked at him for a moment, biting her inner cheek.”I decided to skip school because I don’t like school and I just didn’t fancy going.”She shrugged her shoulders. She needed to play it calmly and avoid her father’s expression. “Why are you home anyway? You should be at work.”Phoebe spoke, folding her arms, trying to shy the lime light away from her.

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     "It's an odd place to keep jewelry, Mr. Brennen." Christian stated, pursing his lips together. The reaction was even more odd, protective even, though interpretation could often be misleading. He began to circle around the bedroom, wondering what other secrets the man kept behind these walls. "I won't hold you to an explanation." He promised, not wanting to pressure the other into anything that might delve too deep into his past.

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    Christian took a quick glance towards the door, eyeing Leila as she walked away. He might not have loved her back the way she loved him, but it was more than clear to him what sorts of feelings ran through Leila's veins. He wondered if he was doing the right thing, keeping her with him and sparing her the tragedy of telling her that he could never love her. Though, in his argument, he's made it clear time and time again that he doesn't do romance. Love was a foreign concept to him and another language and culture to his mind. Love escaped him.

     It was a tragedy for the both of them.

     Leila did have the option to leave him whenever she pleased. He wasn't pinning her down and keeping her against her will, it was all consensual. An agreement on both parts.

     Christian shook his head as he realized his thoughts were lingering far too long. There was work to be done and a chronic global crisis to be solved. He couldn't afford spending time thinking about his own petty problems. His every decision in life was to forget about them. Christian took a deep breath, beginning to reply to the emails he received over the course of one night of hard fucking, resulting in a neglected mailbox.

     Leila had turned around to face Him when He’d first started to clear      His throat. The request made her grin even wider. He was so  cute.      How did a man go from Ares to Eros so easily, so smoothly? She      held the threshold of His office door, admiring Him. That gorgeous      square jaw, nearly overgrown with scratchy hair; those gray  eyes      so focused on the task at hand; the long elegance of those  skillful      fingers swiftly tapping over the thin Mac keyboard; those thin, soft      lips… She licked her lips.

          “Of course, Master.”

     How could she refuse Him when said something so…so normal,  so      adorable? How could she refuse Him at all? She damn near wanted      to kiss Him, take those stubbly cheeks between her hands and  kiss      Him like there was something more than  sex  between  them.  Leila      squeezed the threshold, banishing the thought for  a  time  when  she      was alone and could actually fantasize about lying  in  bed  watching      Disney movies with him.

          “I’ll be back to deliver the food and to say goodbye.”

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    Christian slanted his jaw to the side as he locked his phone and tucked it into his pocket. He turned to face Phoebe, looking at her directly in the eyes. "Your education is very important to me. And it should be to you as well." He answered as he crossed his arms. "Care to explain why you decided it was a good idea to skip school?"

"Don’t you trust me?" Of course Phoebe knew the answer. How many seconds did she have to run to the door..3 seconds, maybe? Taking a seat she crossed her arms, biting her lip for a moment ..don’t cave..don’t   ”   Okay fine, I’m missing school..it’s not a big deal.”

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     "It was just a dinner." Christian assured before he took in a deep breath of air. "Our relationship is strictly a friendship and a business partnership now. How many times have I told you that, Anastasia?"

     ”I beg to differ, Christian. Jealousy doesn’t really suit      you either. And I’m not the one going out to dinner      with my creepy exes, thank you very much.”

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     "If you insist." Christian slid the other off of his lap, turning to face his desktop.

     His hands were quick to land on top of the keyboard. Christian's fingers danced across each button, closing and opening documents that he needed to look over. Each pat of a key was kept to a gentle rhythm, echoing around the minimalistic design of Christian's office. Christian turned to look towards Leila for a second, his eyes gazing over the beautiful silk nightgown. He cleared his throat, an attempt at getting his sub's attention.

     "If it's possible, Miss Williams, I'd prefer blueberries in mine."

     It was a childish request of Christian and he knew all too well that it was. Still, his above-it-all demeanor remained in tact. There wasn't a single crack to the man's ego as he turned back to face his computer and began to sift through the emails that he could have possibly missed through the time he was keeping Leila tied to the bed and fucking her senseless.

     Christian huffed out a breath, only clicking on the emails that directly related to his company or the university he's donating so much money to. From the looks of it, there was progress at work, which lifted some weight off of his shoulders, but there was still plenty left to carry.

     Her hands folded themselves in  her  lap  as  she  was  pulled  into        Master’s.  Hard  limits:  Do  not  touch.  Like  an   art   exhibit.   Do      not touch. It was extremely difficult not to, held in His lap like  this,      with that playful tone of voice.  It  sounded  like  He  was  close  to      smiling, laughing; each time she  managed  to fight  one  of  those      things from Master was a treat, each more wonderful than the last,      like opening presents on Christmas. The need to  make  Him  feel      good, in more ways than  just  sexually,  screamed   at   her.  She      wanted to stay, and make  sure  that  His  morning  started  off  as      well as hers did,  but  it  was  Monday  morning,  and  Master  had      given an order. Their playing last night had gone far  over  the  set      time-limit.

     Leila fixed her eyes on Master’s eyebrows, seeing the grey  of  His  eyes      in her peripheral vision. It was as close to looking into them as she’d get,      without Master’s explicit permission. Her lips formed a pout at Him.

          “I think Gail’s cleaning the bedrooms, Master.”

     That was only half a lie. She’d seen Mrs. Jones come in, wipe down the      kitchen — which  she  hadn’t  had  to  do,  since  Leila  had  cleaned  the      penthouse  while  she  was  gone —  and  then  make  her  way  to   the      bedrooms. There was  a  good  chance  Mrs.  Jones  was  cleaning  the      bedrooms, but there was no doubt in Leila’s mind  that  she  would  drop      whatever she was doing to take care of Master.

          “I can cook for You, get dressed, and have Taylor            drive me home after. If Master doesn’t  wants,  of            course. I don’t start work until noon today.”

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     "You could have." Christian quipped, pursing his lips to a fine line. His tongue darted out for a moment, wetting his lips in a near seductive fashion. "Communication is very important for me, Miss Steele. You, of all people, should know that."

"My phone was a distraction, so I  turned it off, and it was only off for an hour. So you have no reason to be  angry with me, Christian… It’s not like I died.” 

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     "Then have a seat while I contact your school personally to check if you're telling the truth." Christian gestured to the chair in front of him as he pulled out his phone.

"I don’t know what you’re on about.                                           I have the day off of school.”

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     Christian looked towards Leila as his desktop loaded, which didn't take too long but it was a good enough excuse to give his sub some attention. Leila was somewhat draining, but Christian couldn't help to give the sub some attention. Maybe it was wired in her to get attention and Christian was trapped under her spell. It wasn't the first time he was trapped under a woman's spell, but this time he couldn't do much to break free due to a lack of options. This was dangerous. Very dangerous. Christian knew for a fact he didn't feel as strongly for her as much as she felt for him, but her energy was contagious.

     "Pancakes." Christian answered, pulling the girl onto his lap. "I want pancakes."

     Christian's calloused hands rested at the side of the other's thigh, keeping her on place on his lap. His eyes roamed Leila's body, but he hasn't made eye contact yet. Her skin was soft at the pads of his fingers, making him want to touch her even more, to ravage her and hear the moans that would escape her tender lips. Before Christian was too lost in Leila, the loud buzz of the computer drew his attention.

     "Have the maid prepare our meal." Christian instructed, "Eat, get dressed, and have Taylor drive you home."

     She’d done her fair share of snooping around Master’s office;  it      wasn’t allowed, though He’d never specifically said so. The fact      that it was forbidden made it even more fun. Master didn’t know;      she was sneaky. Still, she was as comfortable in this  office  as      she was in her own bedroom. It wasn’t hard to  get  here  before       He did and stick a sketch to His  computer  screen.  Leila  kept      her mouth shut on how easy it was to get in; the Playroom  was      more heavily guarded than His office, for  heaven’s  sake.  She      moved closer, lifting herself on the edge of Master’s desk, legs      crossed under the silk of her nightgown.

          “I’m glad I had some effect on You, Mr. Grey,”      she  teased.  The   thought   of   ruffling   His   forever-messy   hair      crossed her mind; it made her fingers twitch. That hair  would  feel      so soft; Master took good care of Himself. He exercised control in      all things, personal hygiene included. But Master said no touching,      and what Master said went, for everyone. Unless she wanted to be      punished. Despite the appeal of that, she  was  actually  sore  from      their exercises last night.

     Leila offered a brighter smile before hopping of the desk’s edge.

          “Do You want food, Sir? Your energy needs replenishing.”

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     Christian turned his head, facing his young lover as she spoke. He wasn't expecting her to be inside his office, mostly because of the unwritten limits he's placed on it. The thought of Leila snooping around somewhat made Christian feel uncomfortable. It was a random variable in his life, something he didn't like to get familiar with. Control was the only thing keeping his life together and if Leila would tear that away from him, there would be devastating effects.

     As the brunette made her way closer to him, his steel gray eyes remained at her frame, not willing to back down. She wasn't supposed to look at him directly in the eyes, and he was glad she was respecting that rule.

     "Water." Christian answered simply. "I have work to catch up to after the distraction last night, Miss Williams."

     Christian sat down on his leather bound chair, quickly pressing a button on his keyboard to turn on his computer. His fingers were quick to type in a password, unlocking the system and allowing him to work.

          “Yes, Master?”

     She wasn’t supposed to eavesdrop when He was in the office, but      c’mon.  He  had  to  be  expecting  her.  She  couldn’t   just   leave      something so adorable and not wait around for a  reaction.  It  was      her quickest sketch, and it’d turned out pretty well if  she  did  say      so herself. Her lips were spread wide in a  smile  as  she  peaked       over the edge of the closed door, fixing her eyes on Master’s nose.      She wasn’t supposed to look him in the eye,  either,  but  this  rule      she hadn’t broken.

          “Would You like something to eat now? Wine or water?”

     She was in the mood for French toast right now, but the question was      more to distract from the fact that she’d been eaves dropping,  and  to      gauge his reaction. He wasn’t into all the sweet, candy stuff,  but  she      can’t resist a little gift here and there.