Usual disclaimers, I do not own the rights to the fifty shades branding or the work of EL James remains solely hers….
CHAPTER 2:
C POV:
So, the chat with the vagrant made me feel great for about, oh, I don't know, about twenty minutes and then I started to wonder, what on earth possessed me to do something so stupid? I'd listened to a stranger; tell me to talk to another stranger about my deep-seated hatred of my birth mother, talk about letting my guard down! Still, I doubt I will see them again. When I got home my mother, Grace, was sitting patiently for me in the great room, I gave Taylor 'the we will be having words look,' and dismissed him. Gail was offering mother, her usual cup of tea and smiled.
"Did you have a good run Sir?" I huffed and ignored her, which my mother was not happy with at all, oh hell she's here for my telling off, what the fuck have I done now? I know that look and I smile to myself, I will flash the steel greys and pout.
"Christian Trevelyan Grey, I think I raised you better than that." I was now going to have to eat shit; the eyes weren't working! My mother still has a knack of making me feel like a small child when she shouts at me, god damn it. I'm the demon master of a multibillion dollar empire, and I am sulking back like a whipped dog to apologise to my help. I turn on my heels and smile sweetly at Gail Taylor, my house manager.
"I'm sorry Gail please forgive me. I have had a bad afternoon and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
"That's fine Sir, have you had lunch? Would you like me to reheat you something?"
"Thank you Gail, that would be great, could I have a sub and a coffee, please? Mother could you give me two minutes to shower and slip into a dry set of lounge pants and a tee-shirt, these got wet in the rain?"
"I will be here when you get out Christian; we have things to talk about."
I oh-ed, do we indeed? I wonder if it's 'the I'm not getting any younger speech, I would like grandchildren,' rant again? Elliot is older than me, and doesn't get this all the time, but then again given his dumb ass gene pool, any child of his is likely to have, is it any wonder she doesn't want him to reproduce? Her best bets waiting for Mia to marry and that's only when she's thirty-five, I have had security frightening guys off my sister since she was fifteen and I'm not stopping until she's at least thirty-five, even then they better be squeaky clean and have the means to support my baby sister. I step into the shower after abandoning my soggy running gear in the hamper. Stepping under the shower, I blast away the day's worries and wonder why I took the advice from a stranger, god no, two strangers. I even paid for one lot of advice too. I laugh loudly; I paid a vagrant to tell me what to do with my life, I'm Christian Grey. Oh hell, I was losing the damn plot. Still, I will look into the company he mentioned. AS Corp, it's an up and coming, fast growing, medium sized conglomerate of many mixed small businesses, all under the one umbrella company.
I dressed in a comfortable pair of lounge pants and threw on a grey tee-shirt, ran a dry towel over my hair and went to see why my mother was really here. This didn't look like good news, she hardly ever comes here, and when she does, it's because I have upset someone, and as I was only at the family home yesterday! What could have I done in less than twenty-four damn hours?
"Thank you Gail, please take the rest of the night off, Taylor has the night off too."
"If you're sure Sir, thank you I will drag him off to the movies, there's a good one I want to see." I laugh, because Taylor says she's been hinting for a month to see the soppy romance movie, and he has used me as an excuse for not going, for far too long now.
"Mother, what can I do for you today?"
"Yesterday did either you or Elliot do anything you want to tell me about?" I feign ignorance; I didn't do anything Elliot did. That prick is making me take the fall for him busting the window on the mom's prized orchid house. I knew he would, how old is he? I will not cave into her well proven mind interrogations, this woman should work for the CIA she's that good. I am stronger than she is, I can do this. Oh hell, I'm getting the death-watch-stare. Keep away from the eyes Grey; they will hypnotize you into doing her bidding. I use the patented Elliot Grey delaying technique, I pick up the sub and eat, she doesn't shout as long as you are eating. I smile and curse Elliot at the same time, should I text my idiot brother and ask has he thrown me to the she-wolf, called mother? I finish the sub, my favourite, a warm roast chicken salad and honey mustard dressing. I can't make it last any longer and her fingers are grabbing the cup she is holding tighter; apparently, this is bad.
"Mother, sorry for that I was hungry, but no mom, I didn't do anything wrong, not to my knowledge anyway, why what's the matter?" Keep it up Grey; you have her on the ropes. My poker face is working.
"I don't know I'm asking you." Oh, I'm going down; she is tapping her nails on the side of the cup.
"Well, if I have to ask, then I don't think I have done anything, and I can't know what I supposed to have done, if you just don't come right out with it, and tell me what you think I may or may have not done?" Denial is the name of the game here, denial and foisting the blame off on Elliot. If, and I repeat if I have done anything at all! Oh hell, her eyes, she's winning…
"But Mother, Elliot may have..." Crap, there she has it, one sucker punched son telling on the other, she should work for me in acquisitions.
"What did my eldest sweet child do, that you feel the urgent need to unburden yourself of, to your mother Christian?"
If I'm going down, I'm not going alone, not this time I'm taking that fucker with me. I am now back to being that troubled child; whom Elliot blamed everything and anything on, because angry Christian was always to blame. Hell, had I been on the Titanic, he'd have made Mom believe I put the iceberg there on purpose, he was that good at shifting blame, like the time he painted spots on Mia, so we could stay at home ill, the dumb fucker did he forget that our mother was a doctor? Mia couldn't tell on him, but he hid the marker pen used in plain sight on my dresser.
"He broke it yesterday when we went to the garden to play football. It wasn't my fault Mom; he said he was fixing it this morning. I just ducked when he threw the football at my head and he wasn't playing nice either; he really threw it at me Mom, and it went through the orchid house window, and knocked over a whole load of your plants in there, I'm sorry I will pay for the replacements and the glass and anything else."
"Oh, I was only going to ask you if you had sworn at Porsha Baker, from next door. She was distraught when you left and her mother came to see me this morning; she apparently was in tears all night?" Oh hell, I was in for it now. I will have to tell her the truth.
"No, that was me. She ran up and grabbed me. How she got passed the front gates I don't know, and well she tried to kiss me, like we were long-lost friends or some equally weird crap, she's just a grabby neighbour, and Mia's pain in the arse friend, for god's sake and not a girlfriend, ex or current. I have met her like three times, and she does it all the damn time, she and Lily, both can't keep their claws and paws off me, and grab a hold all the time. I told her last time not to do it again. She said she came over to ask her to take her to the ball, if I wasn't already taking a date. You know, for the Coping Together Ball this year. I may have pushed her away, but she was like damn silly putty, stuck on my arm, despite me shooing her off, like we do that annoying little handbag dog of hers. I fucking told her to leave me alone and well she, she, touched me again. I admit I pushed her away, but she shouldn't have touched me Mom."
"She is very upset Christian, she showed me the bruises she has and I have to say they must have hurt her a little."
"I will send her flowers by way of an apology, the fall wasn't that bad, Taylor caught her by the arm, she may have a bruised backside and ego a little, but nothing I did would have caused her an injury in any way shape or form. I do not want her at the ball Mother, she is not my type, please stop trying to fix me up, I'm old enough to do it myself."
"I know, sweetheart, but I'm not getting any younger and I would like to enjoy my grandchildren whist I still can." I walked right into that one, hells teeth and here it comes.
"Hell mother not this again, I don't understand why you pull this one on me all the time, Elliot is the eldest, I have told you I did not and do not want children, what sort of father will I make?"
"Christian, you will be an excellent father, I know you have it in you for this thing called love and to love equally back, you just need to try harder at this being nice thing."
"I am nice mother, I smile I make nice and I listen to their endless giggling and the pointless chattering they spout, constantly talking on and on about crap I know nothing about. To my ears, they all sound the same, like they have breathed in from either a cylinder of helium or one of nitrous oxide, some even sound like they be hitting both gasses and are in need of heavy medication to run their mouths at a normal speed, as with Mia, are you sure she doesn't need Ritalin Mother?"
"No, she is just full of the joys of life. I did tell Porsha you weren't interested when they called over to see me on the matter. Are you still seeing John?"
"Um, I was, but he and I had words again, and today has been just one cluster fuck after the other."
"Christian, please watch your language in front of me, I don't care too much for the way you and Elliot speak those profanities so easily, like they are everyday words, Dear." Another kick to the nuts, because yeah they are in our lives and used a lot, I run a company employing thousands and Elliot is in construction, so yeah it's a given we have a fond liking of the bad words we use!
I guess I still need help; I need to get to the gym and work out with Claude Bastille, I also I need to release some of this frustration I am feeling. I need Chloë to call around too; I am in sore need of fucking someone senseless. Argh, Chloë the submissive of choice and this one could be a long-term thing. Which reminds me; I need to check her file again, it's coming up to six months. She is the perfect submissive, anything I want she gives and everything I give she takes. Shit, I'm getting a hard on in front of my mom. I will call her after she has gone. I haven't seen her in a while. Perhaps that's what's wrong with me? Then my mother's sing-song voice breaks the lust fess I am feeling.
"So you are coming to the ball then?"
"What? Yes of course I am mother, when have I ever missed one?" She places the cup on the table and uncrossed her legs, stands and tells me the hospital is long overdue a visit, her shift started an hour ago.
"Are you bringing someone, a girlfriend perhaps?"
"No, not this time mother, I may bring Phillip, my gay lover."
My mother laughs a little, but deep down I know she thinks could be true and that I am, because I have never brought a girl home. Elliot is always trying to fix me up too. My refusal at his less than desirable hook ups has him convinced I'm either not wired right or my balls don't work. I don't ever want to date a woman that he deems to think is suitable for me; because tin all probability, he's tested the goods first. As it is, all my subs screened for interactions with my brother, and sign legal papers naming all their past partners. They have to understand the paperwork they sign too, the type of girl he dates are only interested in the paper their clients offer up to their panties. Elliot Trevelyan Grey is a man whore, who has proudly slept with nearly all that Seattle's finest gentleman's clubs has to offer.
"I will see you later in the week mother for coffee. Mia has been pestering me with phone calls for a week, about opening her own boutique and wants to show me the perfect site for it. No doubt it's just another hair brained scheme, and I imagine not too well thought out?"
"No, this one she has studied and researched long and hard for, she has a really good business plan and is finally putting her qualifications to good use. Working in Paris this past year seems to have been what she needed, she has made many great contacts in the fashion industry, and Christian she has so many good new ideas. She has been following that photographer Jose Rodriguez around Europe, busy being his set and model dresser for a year now. Listen to her plans; Christian, I think Seattle is ready for Mia."
I know where my sister is, and I know because it's cost me a fortune in personal security for her year-long vacation to Europe, and my flat in Paris has been well and truly lived in. Juliet, my house keeper at my Parisian hideaway, says she would rather she was not allowed unaccompanied there again, and she has nearly quit three times this year already. I've had to fly over and speak to Mia in person; I had to threaten her allowance, if she didn't stop disrespecting my home and my staff. Let's see, I said if you can manage Paris on the wages Jose pays. He was a weird guy too. Gay I think, judging by the company he keeps, at least he wasn't coming on to Mia. Not that I stopped long to notice them together, but long enough, besides security had her ass covered. I had words, my words, did a deal and came home, all in a day's work, it's good being Christian Grey sometimes.
"Oh god, no one is ready for Hurricane Mia mother. She has you hooked, but yes, yes, Mother I will sit down and discuss it, when is she back?"
"She arrived back very early this morning actually, she is jet lagged and sleeping. They all did, they have a photo shoot in Kerry Park and at the Space Needle. She wants you to join her there Monday, please, say you will Christian? She wants you to meet the people that she has spent the past year with."
I sigh, these women in my life wrap me around their damn fingers, do they not realise I am busy running one of Seattle's biggest company's and I didn't get where I am today by chatting with my sister in a cold park? I need to say no more often. Not today though, mother seems to need Mia here, she's missed her daughter. This past year has been a lot quieter at home. My phone is forever ringing and she is forever emailing and texting. So for the sake of my mother I agree.
"Okay, tell her to call me, I will make sure Andrea makes time in my Monday for her."
"You're a good Christian boy, now about that window…"
Thar she blows; Dr Grace Trevelyan Grey has the damned memory of an elephant. After a tense series of negotiations I have agreed to repair the orchid house, both Elliot and I will fix the problem ourselves. We are not to get someone in to do it for us, as we broke it we are to fix it. Damn, how many spare hours in a day does she think I have? I call for Taylor and he sees my mother out. She kisses my cheek softly and tells me she loves me, she does not intrude on my personal space, and yes, I see the hurt in her eyes that she cannot hold me closer, but she knows I hate it and keeps the distance I need.
I make a few phone calls, and then after a hard workout with Claude in the gym here at Escala. I return back to the flat, Sawyer informed my guest is waiting in the room, I enter my office after I talk to Taylor about the conversation he heard in the car on his way back from picking up Chloë Kinsman, my latest prepaid submissive. I grab her file and I look it over, then phone Dr Greene, who then informs me Chloë has in fact missed her last shot, and is not covered by any other type of birth control. Do they really think I do not check on these things? Do they really think I have them sign papers allowing me into their medical files just for the fun of it? I thought Chloë wanted the 'more thing' the last time we had sex, she wanted me to stop in bed afterwards and cuddle. She has been my sub for six months and I had noticed, as I have done so many other times, the look she had in her eye. Pity too, because Chloë liked the kink I needed and was pretty damn good at taking all I had to give.
"Thank you Taylor, please enjoy the night off. Is Reynolds on duty?" I would have checked her file first anyway, seeing as she has been with me nearly six months. I had it set as an alarm this morning, that her third shot was due.
"He is sir and Sawyer is in the foyer." I nod. "You could have said you needed me, Sir, I now have to sit through two hours of my wife's tears and that's not good."
I may have needed to cancel his leave, had Reynolds and Sawyer not been here, this is probably going to get messy.
"What? Gail sat through that movie you wanted to see, that blood and guts thing, payback Taylor is a bitch."
Taylor's POV:
I find my boss is a strange man, his secret world here is a hard one to fathom, but each to everyone's own, I guess. Gail is all I need to come home to after a shitty day with Grey or a long trip away, he hides out here and at work, his only company are his family, and whichever lady friend he has calling. I don't know why he bothers with them. He is a good looking guy, why he pays these women and girls for sex, when women throw themselves at him all the time, sometimes quite literally too, like that damn Baker girl yesterday, and I swear he shit in his pants, when she hugged him. I had to help her up when she landed on her bruised ego.
He had that pained look he gets; you know the one? Like a claustrophobic, stuck in a lift and suddenly their world is closing in on them and they need to get out and far away from the suffocation they feel, into the wide open space. I saw this a lot in the war, the horrid after effect of the daily battles and skirmishes, it caused many a hard man to crumble. PTSD was a big not so secret, secret. Yes, one unfortunately everyone knew about, so having seen this throughout the war, I had to wonder what kind of life this man before me had, had to make him so removed from reality? One minute he is the master of all the world, and then in the next minute he's a stone faced afraid kid? Thankfully, I was on hand to calm him down, alas not before he went all CEO on her ass. His nightmares keep Gail and I awake for hours, and just lately, they are getting louder. I've had to stop Gail from going to him and comforting him. She cries in our rooms until she hears the sorrowful music coming from the great room.
She mothers him, as much as she can, or as much as he will allow her too. Her mac and cheese is a sure-fire way of making the miserable fucker smile. She is a hell of a caring woman, and deep down I know he cares about her, he just doesn't know how to show it, I don't know why either? His family is totally the opposite of him, so I guess the lack of love at Grey Mansions is not the reason, in fact, they are in dire need of reining in their the emotions a little, the hugs I get off them to make me uncomfortable. At least with Grey I know where I stand. Some days I just want to hit the unfeeling fucker right upside of his head, especially where his mother's concerned, she desperately wants that kid to hug her, kid, he's a thirty-two year old grown man, yet she comes around, and wam he's such a goner. He may think he's the master of his fucking universe, but when she says jump he says yes ma'am, how high.
I have let his latest screw in, she's the same as the others quiet, good-looking and discrete, this one though it seems is falling for the boss. I had my suspicions she was trying to hook the boss, through foul means and deception few weeks back. I had to pick her up this time; as her car is in for service, and on the way over, she took a call from her friend and was in some sort of talks with her about making this thing permanent. She told the friend she had not had her last shot, and was ripe and ready to get the security she needed for life. She, like the others think I cannot hear what goes on behind me, and do not know the ear buds are for show, when I ride alone in the cars with them. I always have eyes and ears on them, especially after the few near misses we have had, with the exclusivity thing the boss insists on, he has had to dismiss more than one girl in the five years I have been with him for not being exclusive or being a little loose with his name.
I told the boss of my findings when he returned from the gym with Claude. Even he isn't that stupid to screw her, knowing what she has planned, not without his own protection, surely. I guess I could stay around to escort, the escort home. Nope, the boss I am afraid of could do things to me, to make my bollocks fall off, especially if I let her down, and she has the key to his lordships tool cabinet too, the kinky fucker...
C POV:
I shower in my room and change into my comfortable jeans; I take a deep breath and wonder why this always happens to me? I look in the mirror and grin; it's just a face right? Informing her to do as she has done many times before, to assume her place in the playroom, and be awaiting my instructions. As I pad barefoot into the room, I hear her heartbeat, even with her head low I can hear it beating, and good she has her hair plaited, the braid is right down her back and stops before the top of her buttocks. I grab her hair firmly, and wrap it around my hand, why did she ruin this? Her skin is clammy almost, the perspiration is clear, she's nervous, does she know I know of her plans? I may give her a chance to redeem herself…
"Chloë, now you're here, have you got anything to say to me?"
"No, I don't… I mean, no I don't Sir…"
"Um, I think today, we will do things a little differently." I go to the chest and take out the blindfold and ball-gag; if she can't tell me the truth, then I don't want to listen to her. I take out her favourite vibrator, my favourite cat and several condoms. Her last time with me will be memorable. "Put on the blindfold."
"Yes Sir." I wait for her to put it on, and then take out the rest of the equipment needed for tonight's enjoyment. She was so perfectly trained too, such a waste. I have all the interviews to do again, pay the finder's fees and sort out the dismissal arrangement. It all has to begin again. Damn these women.
"Are you sure there is nothing you need to tell me?"
"No Sir, I have nothing to tell you. Have I offended you? Sir, have I done something to displease you Sir?"
No, you have just ruined a perfectly good arrangement Miss Chloë and have lied to me repeatedly; would I have given her a second chance? No, I don't do second chances once you ruin what we have, your history.
"Now Chloë, I am placing this gag in your mouth. Safe word hand movements are in place tonight, it will be all about my pleasure not yours. I have the cuffs for your wrists, and spreader bar for your legs, now I know you have never safe worded me before, but this time I want the harsher rougher play we talked about earlier, I may be harder than I have been before, use your hands, are we clear?"
"Yes Sir, can I ask if this is a punishment?"
"I don't know, is it? I have had a hard week and need a more aggressive approach to my release, I can un-cuff you if you wish and you may leave now?"
She moves to the bed, and looks uncomfortable, but does she want out? I watch as she wiggles further up the bed; she knows I get these frustrating times and for me to tell her beforehand, that I intend being rougher than usual with her, she could be worrying about the pain. Pain, which I will stop if it gets too much for her to take, or is she nervous about what she thinks she is about to do, her futile and desperate ploy to hook me? Go on Chloë tell me to stop and I will.
"Sir, I am ready." I gag her and cuff her feet in the fur-lined spreader bar, shit more equipment to buy too.
"Safe words Chloë; use them or I may well be very angry with you."
She grunts and waves her right hand, right for alright, left to leave. I start the music and have it loud; I don't want to hear her groans of pleasure. I don't want to do anything but take out my frustrations on her. I am looking forward to this, because after tonight there will be no sexual activity taking place here for a long time. I take the time to admire her body, as it is laid on the black silk sheets of the bed. I gently take her cuffed wrists and hook them to the moveable fixing on the bed, it allows me to turn her from front to back without un-cuffing her. God, she has a body for sinning with, breasts that I want to taste, a backside I will be taking, and a pussy I want to fuck into submission. She is ready; her sex is already dripping... I'm looking forward to an enjoyable and a long night…
I touch her from the side of the bed, first running my hand along her body, making a mental note of what a fine specimen she is, specimen, that's a little harsh don't you think Grey? My inner Christian reprimands me. I ignore him and as my fingers find her sex I sigh, such a waste. I delve my fingers in and watch as her body rises to accommodate them, she moves them deeper with her pelvic thrusts, her warm flesh is inviting. I smile, yes, she's coming and so I stroke her clit firmly, and then suddenly pull out as she is about to climax.
"Remember Chloë, tonight is about me, not you." I get the right handshake, "Good now what have we here? Yes, Miss Kitty needs to play." I flick the cat o nine tails at her soft breasts and she reacts to each stroke of their leathery biting tendrils, a soft and pleasurable build-up of colour appears, as I turn her soft alabaster skin pink, she cries out and I ignore her, looking at the hands, no motion to stop. So I continue, her body I turn over with ease, her buttocks are firm mounds and as I whip the cat over them, they turn slightly pink, pink is a nice colour. I work the soft leather over her back, her shoulders and run it sensually down her body, good she is relaxing, and so I kiss her shoulders and rub them, as she needs to relax, because tonight will be hard. Hearing her moan in pleasure, I turn up the music.
"Um, what do we have here, are you wet for me Chloë, would you like me to fuck you Chloë?" Her right hand moves, I bet you would. I get the vibrator ready with the tingle gel I know she likes, the dildo feels so lifelike and real, with her pleasure on high, I toy with her, lifting up her behind and feeling the wetness I have created, good she's ready. I place it into her soft folds, and play her like a violin, moving it and out gently, whilst stroking her sex. She moves, oh naughty Chloë you nearly came then. I slap her three times on each buttock, I push it into her leaning on her back as I do, she now knows it's not me and I feel her closeness dissipate.
"Chloë, Chloë, Chloë what am I to do with you?" I put on more tingle gel and play with her rear; she likes anal play and has a high tolerance for fisting. I see her open up to me and put the dildo in her rear, flicking the switch it moves, pumping and swirling it brings her close, I am enjoying this whilst I can. The hours flash by, as I bring her time and again to nearness and then withdraw from her, orgasm denial my favourite punishment. I finally see she is tiring and I too need a last release. We have been in here for hours and as much as I want to continue, Chloë cannot. The last thing I need is her telling people I am not a good Dom. I flick her over and seeing that pleasing stain thrills me greatly, looking at the wetness on the silk sheets means she came many times and I smile, argh well she needed some relief I guess. Her nipples are tight and ready for me, and I slip on another condom and thrust hard into the wet warm comfort of her vagina. I pound into her like Morse code, slowly three times and then quickly just the once, slow and then fast, repeated until finally I need to come too, I suckle on her breast and as I do I hear her sweet whimper and I relent.
"You may come with me Chloë." My simple command makes the finish all the better, the spasm of her finish grips me hard within her and as I bite her nipple hard, I come hard as the music too, reaches its loud and final crescendo… That was a magnificent finish, and as I come to my end of orgasm, I see a tear fall down her face! Why, did she think that was the start of a new life within her? I remove the condom and add it to those used tonight. I gently remove the gag, and free her from the restraints and as I do she lets out a deep and a guttural plea for sleep.
"You may sleep in your room, after which you may shower and change, I will have Sawyer take you home."
"Am I not staying the whole weekend Sir?"
"No, I am terminating your contract effective immediately." I swear I am a hard faced bastard, but she was wrong in trying to trick me into this. I hear the soft cry as she runs to her room. I remove the soiled sheets, and throw away the things I need to replace, that done, I place the contents in the trash and seal the room. It needs a deep clean, which Gail will see to on Monday. I throw the sheets into the laundry room and turn to see a very teary eyed Chloë standing at my office door. I give her the paperwork ending our agreement and remind her of the NDA that she signed, and show her the photographs I have of her for insurances. She doesn't speak and she keeps her head bowed low, good girl Chloë.
"Why can I ask, are you terminating our contract Sir?"
"I have my reasons; can I also have your phone? I do not wish to discuss the reasons for terminating our contract. As per the agreement I have paid the monies needed into your account, you may keep the clothes, the car and the jewellery I bought you. Should you talk or make any other attempt to contact me, I will take back everything, including the home you live in and I will no longer pay your school fees, nor your medical costs are we clear?" She gives me back her phone.
"Yes Sir, but what if I need to contact you, should a… Should a problem arise?"
"There will be no problems Chloë; I took all the precautions I needed to ensure there will be no child of mine in your belly tonight, if that's what you are thinking happened? Yes; as I said Chloë I pay your medical bills, did you not think I would find out?" Her head was in her chest as I asked Sawyer to see her out. "The clothes and things you have here, Sawyer will take to your apartment within the week, the codes for the lift will be changed and you will refrain from trying to get me to change my mind, or to see me in any place I own! Sawyer can you please see to it Miss Kingsman arrives at her apartment safety." I watch as they leave my office and I throw the contents of my desk to the floor…
Don't worry Ana is going to make an appearance; she's arriving sooner than you think… I guess my lemons may get zingier too
