Mia Happy Ever After?

Prologue

January 2031

I am getting dressed for yet another boring evening of meeting and greeting ego's AKA investors, my best selling show 'Sweet Tooth' is coming to an end and my agent wants to strike while the iron is hot so to speak.

I have in place a provisional agreement for a new show, the working title is 'Back to Black – Cakes for Connoisseur's Staring Marina Black' I'm really not sure about the title but maybe one of the investors will want to pick a different name for it

NBC really want me to commit to them and they are willing to finance roughly 60% of the cost themselves, but that would mean relocating to New York and as much as in some way New York does appeal, my home is here in Seattle, and no way would Georgette settle in New York and I feel the smile creep up my face as I think of my baby, who would have thought that I, Mia Grey, would be a proud pet owner, totally gaga for a four legged furball, my baby has saved my life and sanity more than once, and reminds me everyday I am loved.

I remember the day she was given to me, yet again I had invested in the wrong man, and Christian replaced a man with a dog, maybe he felt guilty as without his interference I would have married Chad.

That time I got as far as the rehearsal diner before he did a runner, Oh god that hurt, he was more enamoured with the idea of becoming Christian Grey's brother-in-law than having Mia Grey become Mrs Lanchester as his one and only, his forever.

I think it was when Christian handed the pre-nup over, the scales fell from his eyes not only would Christian not be supporting us, but Chad would be expected to support me, and not the other way round, if he was the one to initiate a divorce he would walk away with nothing, if he was found to have given me just cause to initiate a divorce again he would get nothing, only if it truly was a mutual agreement to end our marriage or if I cheated would he be entitle to anything.

God Christian and I had such a fight over that, I was so mad when he said he was making Chad sign a pre-nup, no arguments, we fought for days, but now I think to myself, if he hadn't would Chad have filed for divorce on our second wedding anniversary when he would have been entitled to half of everything I worked my butt off for? Half of this house.

OMG that thought still terrifies me, I love my house it would break my heart to loose it, I remember driving home to mom's one cold damp night and my car just coasted to a halt outside of this house, I had security with me so I was OK but if my car hadn't broke down I would never have noticed this house, it was shabby, desperately in need of some TLC rather like me I suppose, I was just getting over yet another disastrous relationship and it had a for sale sign in the front yard, the sign was also in need of some TLC, it had been there that long, I got home and rang Christian desperate to have this house for myself so I arranged a viewing, for Christian, Elliot and I, and before we even got inside I just knew she had to be mine Christian did my finances, Elliot did the virtual rebuild including my conservatory and like Georgette, my house has never let me down or hurt me

Darn Mia now you ruined your make-up I scold myself, Christ it's been almost six years, get over it, and almost as if she knows her mommy needs a hug, Georgette comes padding into my room and just quietly rests her head on my knee, looking up at me.

I clean my make-up off and start again, this time I am determined not to allow my unruly thoughts run away with me.

I get into my car with Paul, my chauffer, driving and also up front, my head of security Jefferies, It's not long till we are at our destination Seattle's Fremont Studios, a very classy, elegant location, as I arrange my wrap around my shoulders Jefferies comes round and open's my door helping me to alight before handing me to Scott Wise, my agent and escort for this evening, and Jeffries follows us in, as always working, watching the room, protecting me.

I walk into the room and am blown away it looks amazing with a black ceiling decorated with a million fairy lights, it looks like the night sky and the tables are really classy, tables of six dressed with starched white lining table clothes, silver places settings and silver cutlery, black candelabras with taper candles in my favourite shade of pink and rings of pink roses at the base again in my favourite shade of pink

As we walk around the room meeting and greeting people I am surprised to see Christian and Ana, for one thing I am selling myself, looking for investors for my new show and since that first hideous time when I found out Christian paid my wages, we have never mixed family and business, I always tell him what I am up to and make sure he doesn't inadvertently put us in that position again and for another, poor Ana she just looks like she wants to be home with her feet up, the twins are due in just over six weeks, she does look amazing, but still.

I greet them both with a hug whispering in Ana's ear "are you alright" "yes fine, don't worry, looking forward to tonight" she assures me and then it's time to move on.

I find my seat, I am between Scott and a gentleman I hadn't met before, his name is George Windsor he is from just outside Sacramento and a widower with two children, both boys, their mother died giving birth to the youngest, how sad I think to myself.

Our meal is served and they have outdone themselves it's all beautifully cooked and presented and as we all enjoy our meal the many TV screens around the room are running with silent flash screens reminding everyone in the room what a success I am and they could be too, if they invested in me, I silently laugh at the message been sent around the room tonight 'Mia Grey is a success' no Mia Grey is a big fat failure, no husband, no babies, god even my brothers managed to get someone to fall in love with them.

Mr Windsor, George distracts me from my thoughts with interesting and probing questions about my show's he has only caught the latest one 'Sweet Tooth' none of my earlier ones, then we move on to other subjects his boy's, my baby and then as they always do, he asks "no Mr Grey?" I retort "yes, two of them, my brother's" "He laugh's saying "arr, Miss Feisty, maybe no one is brave enough to take you on, come to diner with me tomorrow evening" and for some reason I find myself letting my guard down a little as I say "maybe, let me have your phone number I'll ring you tomorrow once I check my schedule"

Before we can say anymore I am been invited to take my place on the stage and after I have given my presentation outlining the basic premise of the shows and presented the taster video, Scott runs through all my achievements and the gross revenue each of my show's to date have generated, I see Christian nod appreciatively and I think to myself, please don't Christian.

A/N new pinterest board to go alongside this story see profile page for direct link