I stand in front of the long rack of clothes just trying to decide what to wear. I'm either going to wear some type of fancy outfit that I bought for work or the plum dress that Christian just loves on me. I don't care what I wear as long as I look hot. I mean Christian is coming with me to this thing so I'll have to look somewhat decent in order to compare with him.
I'm still standing in front of the rack of clothes when I feel solid arms wrap around my waist from behind. Christian automatically nuzzles his nose into my neck and breathes in deeply.
"You're still not ready." He mumbles into my skin.
He releases me and spins me around to face him. My does he look delicious. He's dressed in one of his nice work suits that just screams CEO. It's solid black and he's wearing one of his nicely pressed white dress shirts underneath. The look is completed, of course, with that gray tie that sends tiny jolts through every nerve of my body. My God, my husband looks like a god of the business world.
"You know," I run my hands up and down his well-toned chest. "This is just a high school reunion right? We're not going to bid on a business deal that will make you another billion dollars richer." I lean up and press my lips to his soft ones.
"One, it would be us making another billion dollars. And two, I'm well aware of what we're doing tonight." He kisses me back real quick. "I'm going to make sure that everyone knows you're with me and that you are off the market for good." He pecks me on the lips once more. "Not to mention that I need to compete with all these naïve boys that are just going to beg for your attention."
"Christian," I take a step back and sigh. "This isn't a competition. It's a ten year high school reunion. Nobody is even going to remember me anyway." I turn back to the racks of clothes and continue trying to pick out a dress to wear.
"Ana, you know just as well as I do that these things are all about competition." Christian says and separates some of the clothes with me. "I just want to make sure that you're proud of your life with me."
His voice is softer on the last part. He almost sounds sad. My Fifty… after all these years he still believes that he's not good enough for the world.
"How can you say such a thing?" I stop my search and grab his arm. He turns and looks at me with a sad, almost pained, expression on his face. "I absolutely love my life. How could I not? I have a gorgeous husband with a heart of gold that provides extremely well for his family, two beautiful children that have two very loving parents, a dream job that I've always wanted, a house that I was able to build with my husband, a big family that I never knew I would be able to have… Christian, I could go on forever about how much I love my life." I stroke his arm with my thumb while looking into his shiny gray eyes. "You are my present as well as my future, Christian. Get that through your head."
He looks down at me with his beautiful eyes. The corners of his lips turn up in a broad smile that shows off his pearly white teeth. "You are my everything, Ana." He says once and bends down to press his soft lips to mine. We continue kissing for a few moments before I am forced to pull back and break our connection.
"We need to stop this or else we're going to be late." I say. "Plus I still to find something decent to wear."
Christian turns around and faces the rack. He skims through the clothing and eventually pulls out a hanger to reveal a little black dress.
"How about this?" He asks and hold it up to me. "This has always been one of my favorites of yours. Well, next to the plum one, of course." He winks at me and I can't help but laugh at his amused face.
"Fine." I say and take the dress from him. "Just let me grab some shoes and throw on some jewelry and I'll be down in a minute."
"Alright, baby. I'll go make sure the kids are all packed for my mother's tonight." He kisses me on the forehead and lightly smacks my backside before walking away out of the closet. Nothing has changed this man's sexual behaviors. I don't mind one bit.
I quickly change out of my pajamas and slip on the tight dress. Christian is right though, this dress does look good on me. It just tight enough to show off all my small curves and it makes my legs look a mile long. I throw on my black heels and snap on the diamond necklace and matching earrings that Christian surprised me with on my birthday. I don't even want to know how much he spent on them.
After some light dusting of makeup and a quick brush through my long hair, I am finally ready to go. I'd be lying if I says I wasn't a little bit nervous. I'm going to see a bunch of people that I once went to high school with. Most of them probably won't remember me since I wasn't really one of the most social girls in school. It'll be interesting to see where everybody ended up in life though. Look at where I ended up in my life. I can't wait to show off my beautiful husband and brag about my two perfect children.
"Ana! Come on, babe!" Christian yells up the stairs. I hate keeping him waiting.
"Coming!" I yell back. I reach the bottom of the stairs to find Christian standing there with Phoebe in his arms. She's such a daddy's girl.
"My goodness, Ana. You are absolutely breathtaking." Christian says and reaches for my hand with his free one. He pulls me closer and kisses me softly on the lips. Christian sets Phoebe on the floor and bends down to kiss her on the cheek.
"Be a good girl for grandma, okay?" Christian says. Phoebe nods her head and wraps her tiny arms around Christian's neck.
"Bye, bye, daddy. Bye mommy." She says in her little girl voice. I know how much the kids hate when Christian and I leave. But it's only for tonight and they love staying with Christian's parents. Kate usually brings Ava over so they have someone to play with.
"Goodnight, sweetie. We'll see you in the morning." I kiss Phoebe on her cheek. "Where is your brother?"
"Right here." Grace walks out of the kitchen with Teddy at her side. "My, you two look like a billion dollars!" She says while glancing at me and Christian.
"Thank you, Grace. Now, Teddy," I crouch down to look at Christian's mini me. "You be a good boy, alright? No more putting glue in your sister's hair."
He nods his head and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
"Be good, little man. We love you, two." Christian ruffles Teddy's hair and gives Phoebe another kiss before wrapping his arm around my waist. "We should get going."
"Alright you two, have fun. Don't worry about the kids." Grace shouts as we're walking out the door.
It's a perfect night. There's a couple of clouds in the sky, but the slight breeze feels amazing during the hot summer air. We walk down the stone walkway and to Christian's black R8. He opens up the passenger door and I slide into the soft, black leather. Once in, Christian starts the engine and we're on our way towards the clubhouse where the reunion is being held.
"Nervous?" Christian asks. He holds my hand in one of his between the seats.
"A little." I admit. "I haven't seen these people in forever. And most of them ignored me all through school, anyway." Flashbacks of my first years of high school invade my mind. Girls would pick on me all the time for reading classic books during class, I never wore makeup, never was an athlete, and never had boys turn their heads to look at me… "I was a loser." I simply state.
I hear Christian make some sort of growling noise from his seat. "Anastasia," He says sternly. "You are not a loser. You are a sexy, smart, intelligent, beautiful mother and wife and much, much more." He pulls my hand up to his lips and gives me a quick kiss. "You should be proud of who you are."
Oh, Christian… he always finds a way to make me feel better.
I glace out the window and watch all of Seattle fly past us until Christian pulls up to the Clubhouse. There's cars parked everywhere. I wonder how many people I actually went to high school with. Christian pulls into a parking space with ease and gets out of the car to come around and open my door.
"After you." He says and helps me out. I take his hand and don't let go. He shuts the door behind us and begin walking towards the building.
"Holy shit, dude!" I hear a man shout behind us. Christian and I quickly snap our heads back to see a man bugging his eyes out at the R8. "This is actually your car?" He sounds astonished. He tears his eyes away from the car and looks up at us.
"Yes, it is actually." Christian says simply. "My wife here owns a white one." I'm blushing. I swear this man is going to have a heart attack. He looks back at the car and then back at us.
"I'm sorry, my name is Matt Vine." He reached his hand out to Christian. Christian take his other hand out of his pocket and shakes his hand.
"Christian Grey. Nice to meet you." Christian says with a slight smile.
Matt's eyes bug out of their socket again. "Christian Grey? As in like, the world's richest man? That Christian Grey?" His words fly out of his mouth. Oh here we go…
"Yeah, I guess that would be me." Christian replies. "And this is my lovely wife, Anastasia." He pulls me closer into his side. I reach my hand out and shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Matt." I say with a smile. His smiles back, but I see his eyes wonder down from my eyes to my feet. Christian also notices and hugs me tighter to his side. He gently turns me away and steps in between us.
"It was nice meeting you." Christian says sternly and ends all further conversation. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to his possessively. We start walking up the paved walkway towards the clubhouse.
"Well, he seemed nice." I say.
"I don't like other men looking at you as if you're some kind of meal for them to eat." His voice is low but I hear the threat beneath the calm. "You're mine, Ana."
I playfully slap his shoulder and nudge against his hard frame. The last thing I need is for him to be in one of his crazy obsessive moods. "Oh, Christian," I say. "You know that I belong to you in every way possible." I try my best at using my sweet and seductive voice to put him in a different mood.
That puts a large smile on his face. He bends his head down and kisses my on the neck. "You are absolutely correct, Mrs. Grey." He says in a lighter tone. "Now why don't we enjoy the party?" He stops and opens up the glass doors that lead into the clubhouse. He gestures me inside with a wave of his hand. My stomach starts churning and I feel like I'm going to faint. I take in a deep breath and put of my big girl pants.
Well, here goes nothing.