Ana's P.O.V.
I check myself over in the mirror one last time before I leave. I'm wearing a black dress with a sexy slit, and strappy high heels. My hair is down is long curls, and I decide to leave my makeup light.
"Ana, the Uber is here!" Kate shouts from the living room, and I run into the living room. "Who you tryin' to impress tonight?"
"Always, you." I wink at her, tossing my wallet and phone into the purse I'm using tonight. She stands impatient next to the door, looking hot in her black crop top and pencil skirt.
"Let's go! Mia is probably already there." I roll my eyes, and follow her out the door.
The ride to the club doesn't take long, and we're let inside without a problem. Kate grabs ahold of my hand so we don't get ripped apart, leading us towards the back where Mia has found a table. She obviously has gotten our memo of wearing all black. She jumps up from her seat seeing us arrive.
"Finally! What took you two so long?" Kate points to me.
"This one couldn't decide on an outfit."
"A masterpiece can't be rushed." I tease, and they both ignore my horrible joke. Kate and I take a seat around the table.
"I've already ordered us all drinks to save us the trouble." Mia says, and I nod.
"You're so smart." She shrugs.
"So have you and Lucas decided on a date?" Kate asks, sparking up an conversation.
"We actually did. September twenty sixth." My eyes widen.
"So soon for a wedding." It is only August seventh.
"I know, I know. But we just can't wait, plus there's another reason why it's early."
"What is it?"
"I'm pregnant!" Kate and I's mouths both drop open. "I'm three months, and due in February."
"Oh, my God!" I reach over to give her a hug. "I'm so happy for you two."
"I know it's sudden, and I'm only twenty four. But we're both so excited."
"Sucks you can't drink at your wedding, or even your bachelorette party." Kate chimes in, and Mia pouts.
"I've realized that, but we can always celebrate later after the baby."
"How did your brothers take it?" I ask, and Mia laughs.
"Elliot was drunk when I told him, so he cried and was overdramatic about it. Christian, on the other hand…" I shake my head.
"What did he do?"
"Threaten to kill Jeremy for knocking me up before we get married."
"Typical." Kate mutters.
"He's now warming up to the idea of becoming an uncle. So it's much better than it was before." I nod.
The server finally emerges to our table with our drinks. Mia always knows my regular cranberry vodka, and she sticks to a water. Kate is placed with her gin and tonic. I raise up my drink for a celebratory toast.
"Cheers to Mia for her shotgun wedding, and her being knocked up." We all clink our drinks together and take long sips.
"Now, let's go dance!" Kate jumps up from her seat, catching on to my wrist to drag me out towards the dance floor.
The three of us all dance until we're probably dripping with sweat, and parched for some water. I settle to take a break and go back to the table. My eyes don't deceive me, and find my best friend.
"You missed me, already?" I grin, and Christian's seated in my chair.
"Yeah, something like that." He pushes his water in front of me. I take a large gulp of it, and end up finishing it.
"I thought you were going to be working all night?"
"Ended up finishing up early." I hand him back his empty drink. "You owe me a new water."
"Coming right up, Grey." I roll my eyes, and leave him to fetch us both new drinks.
I find a opening at the bar, and grab one of the bartender's attention. Ordering Christian his water, I decide for another cranberry vodka. I suddenly become bombarded with a blonde bimbo.
"Is that Christian Grey you're with?" She gives me a huge, fake smile.
"Yes, he's-"
"Thank you, that's all I needed to know." The blonde struts back off to her table with her other bimbos. I grip both of the drinks positioned on the bar, and carry them back to Christian. He rises up in his chair, seeing me walking back.
"You know that blonde at 2 o'clock is interested in you." I say, sliding his drink to him. He follows my gaze, whereas she's now smiling at him.
"Why would I want to go over there, when I have the most beautiful girl in the club right here?" I roll my eyes.
"Oh, shut up. Go over there, I know you want to."
"I really didn't come here to get laid, Ana."
"If you say so." He shrugs, getting up. "Where are you going, Mr. Not Getting Laid Tonight?"
"To the bathroom, Miss Smart Ass." Christian ruffles up my hair before he disappears into the crowd.
Mia and Kate dance their way back to the table, both holding new drinks. They beg me to join them back on the floor, but I scrunch up my nose.
"I'm good! You two go enjoy yourselves." As they leave me, Christian arrives back and is clutching a piece of paper. "What do we have here?" I rip it out of his hand, opening it up to see a number.
"She attacked me outside of the bathroom, and gave me her number."
"How charming of her." I say, sarcastically. "She's right up your alley."
"I meant what I said, Ana."
"I know you did, but you do have her number to call her anytime after tonight."
"That is true." I stand up, and toss back my drink.
"I'm going back on the dance floor. Enjoy sitting by yourself." I wink, and he rolls his eyes.
Later that night, I have must drank too many cranberry vodkas because the club is slightly spinning. Christian sits me down, ordering me to drink a lot of water and I must oblige to him. I slowly glance over to discover the white piece of paper with the number on it ripped up and shoved in one of the empty glasses. A small smile appears on my face.
"Kate met up with one of her old flings and is going home with him. Can you take Ana home?" Mia asks, coming to stand between Christian and I.
"Yes, of course. Please be safe, and call me when you get home."
"Yes, I will. Love you!" She kisses him on the cheek, and hugs me. "Talk to you tomorrow, Ana." I mumble an incoherent goodbye.
"Let's get you home, drunkey." Christian helps me walk out to his car, and buckles me into the front seat.
I don't remember how we got back to my place so fast, but he's helping me out of the car. Drinking the water helped me sober up just a little bit, and take us upstairs to unlocking my apartment door.
"Thanks for driving me home." I toss my purse onto my couch, and kick off my high heels.
"Anytime. I'll see you tomorrow?" he asks, and I grin. I love how he always would check even though we see each other every day. So I nod. "Goodnight, Ana." Christian leans down to kiss my cheek, but at the last second I move and he finds my lips instead. He retracts back as if I'd shocked him. "Shit, I didn't-"
I snake my arms around his neck, pulling his head down and making his lips meet mine for more. Christian takes the hint, and urgently kisses me back. His tongue runs across my bottom lip, practically begging to enter inside my mouth. I happily obligate and feel our tongues tangle together, meanwhile I kick the door shut.
Christian takes that as a sign to gently push me against the door. His lips attacking my neck with kisses, setting my skin on fire as I run my nails down his back.
"You're wearing too many clothes." I feel his body shake against mine with laughter as I rip open his black button up shirt. The buttons skidded across the floor, and neither one of us care. I run my fingers down his very well defined muscles, loving the feel of them beneath my fingertips.
"Who's wearing too many clothes, now?" Christian whispers, tugging on my dress. I hold up my arms above my head, and he slides if off my body in one second. Suddenly, he pauses, staring into my eyes.
"Ana, are you sure?"
"Yeah, yeah. You?" He nods.
"I just don't want to screw up our friendship." I bite my lip.
"You're right." We both try to catch our breath, and our eyes hold an intense stare.
"Fuck it." Christian slams his mouth onto mine, his kisses deep and passionate. My hands find ahold of his neck, and tug onto his hair. I experience myself being lifted into his arms, and we're moving towards my bedroom.
I feel my back against my bed, and Christian towering over me. His urgent lips find my neck again, and I'm moaning. I finally manage to rid his shirt from his body and assist him of unbuttoning his jeans. Now, we're both left in our undergarments. I flip us over, myself on top. With lots of alcohol still in my system, I notice I'm being very courageous.
My lips find his chest, and he takes a deep breath. I know it being a difficult place to be touched, I move onto his stomach and discover his Calvin Klein boxers. I gradually, slide them down off his waist to find his humongous cock. The ladies were not lying about his large and in charge endowed dick.
I take him in my mouth, and find it hit the back of my throat. Christian's moans fill up my bedroom. I continue sucking him, my head bobbing up and down. Meanwhile, my hand is keeping somewhat control on it and giving his cock deep strokes. As I'm about to take him in my mouth again, I'm tossed on my back and Christian's kneeling above me.
His hands slide down my body, and rips off my black, lace thong. I'm tugged forward and his arms glide under my thighs to have hold of me. My clit is unexpectedly being devoured by his mouth, and I can't help but squeeze my thighs against his head. His assault on my vagina is making me scream things I've never said before. As I feel myself soon to be coming, his tongue is teared away.
"What the fuck?" I screech, becoming instantly pissed. But my disappointment is replaced when his dick enters into me fiercely.
I throw back my head in pure ecstasy, already tightening my legs around his hips. Christian begins a rhythm of raw, pounding and I can't help but yell his name. My nails dig into his back as he slams deep into my pussy. I can sense myself coming very soon and start to clench around his cock. Christian moans into my neck, probably leaving little love bites.
"Come for me, baby." he pleas, and I listen. I come so hard, the people that live in the highest level of my apartment complex probably heard me. Christian's not so far behind me, and his cum shoots into me, collapsing onto my sweaty chest.
Exhaustion overtakes my body, and I close my eyes. Darkness overcoming me very quickly.
