My first Fanfiction.

All mistakes are mine so apology in the beginning.

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Cpov

It takes max three hours to get to Amity Villa from Seattle. Taking consideration of early morning I proceeded from clearing up the meetings and heading to Amity Villa, I should have been there by now with a strong coffee.

But the fucking day is not with me. Everyone in the office had to fuck up today, not to mention the Taiwanese couldn't deal a single thing on their own.

"How long Taylor?" I asked Jason Taylor my driver and the head of the security indignantly.

"Twenty minutes more, sir" He gives an apologetic expression through the rearveiw mirror. Fuck! Twenty more minutes! Not good! She will be displeased of my recklessness. I Christian Grey am never late, and now—Fuck!

I shouldn't have promised her, I will be with her today. I shouldn't have but I did and now I'm stuck with my this boring driver. Who is ever so now and than giving me looks through the rearview mirror.

What the fuck do you want Taylor? As though, reading my mind he averts his eyes from me and focuses into driving. Good!

I groan and slump onto my seat.

As per as Taylor's say, we pull in the premises of Amityville twenty minutes later. I jump out of the car in haze, theres no time in admiring the Amity Villa's glorious shade, the trees, flowers, the birds binding together to welcomes the new ones. The prepossessing lawn. No! No time! She must be waiting for me!

I reach the door and just as I am about to ring the bell the door opens, revealing my beautiful, sweet old girlfriend.

"Grandmother" I address her composing myself and giving kisses on both the cheeks.

"Oh my sweet little boyfriend, come come inside..." Not that late I guess! She pulls me in like a unressistant child she can be.

"You are late, young man!" Or I am! My, a very firm, grandfather, approaches me. His square spectacle poring over me.

"Forgivesness...?" I try to smile up at him.

He twitches his expressions, just.

"Oh! He is just here, stop accusing him!" Grandmother represses pressing herself infront me in a scolding manner to him.

"Acussing?..." He raises his brows in wonderment at her and then at me, I just give him the 'kind of' expression "...Ok, ok fine" he crosses his arms like a petulant child and I let out a chuckle.

"Hey...do not mind him..." Grandmother wispers in my ear "...I have made chocolate cake for you"

"Yeah?" I wisper back and peak up at grandfather, confirming he might be evesdroping which he should not but he kind of is, with a norrowed eyes, leaning his upper half towards us.

Smiling, I turn back to her and she nodded her head, take my hand and lead to the kitchen.

"Wait!..." Grandfather, saunters towards us very graciously "...I heard that, you are not going to eat that, chocolate all on your own..." shit! "...but aren't you forgetting something?" Forgetting? What might I be forgetting? I stare at him for a brief odd second, than it rings me.

"Yes...where is Taylor?"

"Mr. Grey, you must be looking for this..." Taylor comes out through the hallway in veiw and hands me the box. Perfect timing!

"Yes, ofcourse, thankyou Taylor" I take it giving him a brief nod and he dissapears where he is from.

With a smile on my face I turn to grandmother "This is what you asked for, sorry I should have here in morning, but its evening now" I duck my head in apologetically.

"Oh, no child, we know how busy you are..." She caresses my cheecks, its feel so good I lean on it "...come on now chocolate cake time!" She almost made me run to the kitchen with grandfather following behind, laughing. Woa, grandmother, so energetic in such age?

In the kitchen while eating the cake a puppy slant on my feet out of nowhere.

"Who is this?" I take the very small puppy in my arms admiring, it got a white in between brown shade.

"This is Penelope...Ana's pet little, a friend more" Grandmother take the puppy from me and set her up on the table. I am not eating on that!

"Ana...?" I asks, now who is she?

"Oh, the organiser, the one who is taking care of the arrangement of todays fireworks, very talented..." Grandfather replies insatnatly "...now come on we have work to do" he says and gesture me to follow him.

"Thank for the cake" I kiss grandmother's cheecks and ramble on-behind him.

We enter his study, and there set two empty tea cups on the table. Ok, so I am really late.

"So, What did the Laywer said" I jump directly on the point.

"He was here to just give the house documents of Jane!" What the fuck!

"Nothing else?" Just house document he had given.

"Yes" He sits anxiously on his chair behind the wooden table waiting for my reaction instead giving I just run my fingers through my hair.

"Christian, you have to except it...whatever happened to Jane was not your liablity...its been eleven years, you can't blame yourself, it not your fault" He sounds normal and flurry at the same time.

"I better not talk about it"

"Christian..." He get on his feet and strides to me, but I stop him holding my hand "Just, not now" and I walk out of the room.

How can it not be my fault? Its all me! I am the one! The agonizing feeling is destroying me and I can't help it. I just want to get away but its not as possible as it looks. I have resposibilities, which I have to take care of. But the agony can't let it happen. It just too gut-wrenching to even think of what happened. Thing is everyone keep saying 'its not your fault' but how to make them understood it is my fault. I was not there for Jane.

The buzzing of my phone breaks my revire, I recive the call "Christiannnnn!"

"Yes, Mia what can I do for my lovely sister" I ask skeptically.

"What happened to the new organiser for the wedding?" What?

"New? What happened to previous one?" I know I sounds foolishly shoked, but why new?

"Well, your fiancé was not satisfied with the 'previous one', so, get a new one or I will" She sounds haughty, not something I expected but extremely funny, it doesn't suits her and Mia getting new one, I can't let it happen, her choices are too clingy.

"Ok, fine, I will take care of it"

"Good, give grandma and grandpa my love, see you tomorrow" And she is out of reach.

Fucking hell, a new one? I have to talk talk to Taylor about it.

I drag I my feet out in the garden while texing Taylor when a string of lights made almost trip on my own feets.

"What the fu—" My rest of words are drawn out by the view in front of me.

Lights, lights everywhere. And no words for decorations. Its stunning. Probably work of 'the very talented' organiser.

Wait! Organiser? Well, why look for one when I already have it—when grandmother have it.

Now where is grandmother.

I spun around and see a long brown haired women in ankle length white speaking to a man. Her hands are on her hips and the man is giving an scare-off expression, seems, she must be scolding him which in kinda funny. I can't see her face and her hairs are appealingly dancing along the air...

"Christian?" The call of grandmother cease me in mid of admiring the women.

"Yeah"

"You need something?"

"No! I..." I off to decline the very kind offer I can take advantage of but stop in the middle "...actually I do"

"Yeah? what that would be?" She ask while fiddeling with some papers in her hands.

"I need Ana!" The instant I say she almost drop the papers. Can't you have tried a better way grey?

"What?" Surprise can be seen over her profile, actully shock. Fuck!

"No, I mean...as an organiser for the wedding, Mia kind of drive the previous one away..." liar "...the work she has done is very stunning, she can be a very good help"

"But, she piles up in work by the organising campany ..." she gives me a rejected look "...and I am not sure she will expect it"

"But you could try...for me" I smile at her wrapping my arms around her shoulders "...you know everyone says you love me the most and you won't resist me..." as

"Ok..." Gotcha! "...do I have to talk now...?" she asks.

"I'd rather if you now"

"Fine" She thurst the papers in my hand and walk past me to the white dress women. She is Ana?Well, worth admorable isn't she.

I watch them intently as they talk. Guessing, how might grandmother is persuaing her.

They are very much engross in talk. In just the ends of few minutes grandmother nods at her and stride back to me.

"You might want to talk to her!" Fucking Yes! She winks at me, take the papers from mt and and ramble inside. What the fuck? Grandmother? are being flirty? Christ!

I turn around but tjis Ana is suppose to be is not. No where is. I better get it done with.

Hurrily I run inside, walk through the corridor, peak in the dinning room and round the great room. Where is she?

I am looking back and forth as I walk past the stairs and my eyes instantly fall on a her, she is walking down the stairs and very switfly at the very end of the stairs she trips on her feet and is just about fall, abrubtly I run to her and catch her before she can hit the floor, from behind. I pull her more into me, her back is to my front, I can smell the fragrance of her hair. So enrapturing!

I help her on her feet and make her face me, just now I can see two beautiful paris of ocean blue eyes staring right back at me, she is giving a curious expression. Fuck! So beautiful!

She is so splendid, bewitching, I can stare at her my life.

And her eyes...

Fuck! She is going to my wedding organiser. Fucking hell

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