Chapter 3: Part 3
June 19, 2011- The day after Christian's proposal and engagement
I feel something hit be hard in the back. It startles me and I turn around to see a football Elliott has thrown at my back. For once I am happy to see my brother, so I can quit talking about this shit and let Ana get back to talking about the wedding with my mom, sister and Kate. I pick up the football and throw it at him, aiming for his head but Ethan comes from nowhere and intercepts the pass.
We spend the day at my parent's house before heading back to Escala after dinner. My dad didn't bring up anything else about the prenup and we had a good time playing touch football, recruiting the girls to play. Ana may be clumsy but she is pretty tough, and I got a kick out of seeing her jump around trying to block the pass. She can't throw the football for shit, but she could catch the ball pretty well. My mom had to ask Elliott and I to cool it, she was worried we would kill each other as we kept taking shots at each other way beyond the rules of touch football, knocking each other on our asses every chance we would get. I don't remember the last time I relaxed that much and had so much fun with my family.
I grab Ana's hand in the car. "Happy baby?" She nods. "What are you thinking about?" I see her staring at her ring.
"I was just thinking how lucky I am to get you and your wonderful family. I have such a small family, and I love your family already. I was also thinking how much I need you right now." Ana looks at me with her shy smile.
"Can you wait another five minutes baby, we will be home then." She reaches over and starts rubbing my thigh. I grab her hand as I don't want to go off the road. I kiss her hand and bite her thumb, I want to keep her in the mood, I just need to get us back safely.
We rush to the elevator and once we are inside we are all over each other. I am kissing Ana's neck, grabbing her sweet ass, and we are kissing each other like we haven't seen each other in a month. When the elevator stops, we don't stop kissing and we are all over each other all the way to our bedroom. I think we pass Taylor, but I am so hard and desperate to be inside of Ana I can't even think of anything else. I kick the door behind me, and have her shirt off before we even reach the bed. Ana is pulling at my shirt and I am kicking off my shoes. We are naked within seconds and find ourselves on the floor when Ana fall's taking off her shorts. I am kissing her feet and her gorgeous legs and my naked ass is facing Ana. She surprises me when she scoots down andh starts licking and sucking my balls. I'm game. I move so we are in the perfect 69 position and I start licking her dripping wet pussy. I put two fingers inside her and she starts moaning. She starts licking the tip of my cock and teasing me relentlessly before deep throating me. I can tell she is has to reach her head up to suck my dick so I start fucking her mouth making it easier for her. Oh this feels amazing. We are both moaning and sucking each other. I blow on her clitoris while I finger fuck her with two fingers. I then start sucking her hard and I feel her quiver. She is humming on my dick as she moans and sucks it perfectly. Her body quakes and she finds her release with my dick in her mouth. I can't hold back as I explode in her mouth. She sucks until I have nothing left.
I move off of Ana and pull her up. We both walk straight to the shower not saying a word and as soon as we are under the water we start all over again. I wash her breast while she takes soap to my dick and starts pulling on it. I move her back towards the tile bench and turn her around. I lift her leg and have her put it on the bench and then ram into her from behind. I reach around and take her hand and guide it to her clitoris, helping her rub herself while I fuck her. She is so wet and warm and worked up she is screaming my name.
"Christian, please, I love you…please, oh god," and I not letting up on her. She leans her head back and I massage her breast with my hands encouraging her to keep stroking herself while I am fucking her.
"Come on baby, make yourself feel the pleasure. Stoke yourself faster and harder. Give it to me Ana," I thrust one more time and empty myself as she comes along with me screaming out my name.
Later we are lying in bed facing each other. I am playing with her ring finger and I am so excited for every fucker out there to know she is mine. It really is an amazing ring.
"Christian can I ask you something without your getting mad?" She looks nervous. Where is this going?
"Sure baby, what's on your mind?"
"Kate wants me to move back to our apartment until the wedding. She misses me and thinks if I stay here we will never do anything together. So I told her I would talk to you and let her know."
She pauses and looks at me, knowing I am not happy about this. There is no fucking way I am letting her live there. Especially now that the media knows we are engaged, there will be paparazzi all over her and she is vulnerable for some whack job to kidnap her. No if she wants to see Kate we can have Elliott and her over here or fuck me- double date somewhere. But no, she is not moving back with Kate.
"Ana, you won't be safe, and I don't want you in that apartment without security. Besides I would miss you so much I wouldn't be able to sleep. No, you can't move back in with her." I hate sounding so authoritative, but I can't let this happen.
"Well what about the night before the wedding. The bride and groom are not supposed to see each other." Ana challenges me.
"That is horseshit Ana. But I will put you up at the Fairmont in the Cascade Suite and you can stay there with your parents and Bob."
Ana seems perfectly ok with this which surprises me. "I don't want to leave you either. But Kate really wanted me to ask, so I was feeling guilty. I will tell her you threw a fit. She will believe that." Ana smiles and turns over yawning. "I love you, night." She says and is asleep before I can even kiss her goodnight.
Tomorrow will be crazy for both of us. I need to have Sam my head of PR go to SIP and help with the media that will be waiting for my innocent fiancé. I hope it's not too much for her too deal with. I told Taylor to make sure that Sawyer is with her at all times and to make sure if any aggressive paparazzi get too close to knock them on their ass.
Chapter 4: June 20, 2011
The Paparazzi
Ana's POV
"Oh my god, Sawyer! What do I do?" We have just driven around the back of SIP where there are even more paparazzi then there are out front. They are slamming the car and Sawyer is honking the horn at them. I am afraid he is going to run someone over. He picks up his phone and I can hear it ringing over the hands free. Taylor picks up.
"Sawyer, what's up?"
"We can't get out of the fucking car T. There must be over 100 paparazzi in the front and another 100 in the back. They are banging on the car and I need back up just to get Ana out of the car. They know we are here and it is out of control. "
"I should have come with you. There was only a few of the press here this morning waiting on Grey. I think they are more curious to see who he is marrying. Let me tell him I am leaving and I will come help you. Sit tight and I will be there in about 15 minutes. Are you in the front or back?"
"We are in the back now- shit one of those fuckers just banged on the window and cracked the window. You better hurry before I get out of this SUV and start kicking some ass. "
I scream as another photographer bangs on the window asking me to role the window down. This is ridiculous.
"You okay Ana?"
"Yes Sawyer, just a little nervous. I am afraid someone will get hurt." We wait for about 15 minutes and hear a car horn. I turn around to see Taylor and the SUV pulling up next to us. The press moves out of the way when it is clear that Taylor will not stop and run them over if they don't move. I am surprised when Christian jumps out of the SUV with another man who is about 30 years old and meticulously dressed. He is quite handsome and self assured. Sawyer unlocks the door and Christian gets in the back seat with me quickly shutting the door. The other man gets in the front seat. When Christian opened the door I could hear the paparazzi shouting questions.
"Mr. Grey, when is the wedding?" "Mr. Grey how did you meet Ms. Steele?" "Will there be a pre-nup?" "Is it true you bought SIP?"
"Hi," Christian gets next to me and puts his arm around me. "You ok?" I nod. "Ana this is Sam from PR, he is going to make a statement to the press and basically cut them a deal. Are you okay with posing for a few photos to get them out of here?" As he says this, the media in the front of the building come running around the corner. Sam points out that they must have gotten word that Christian has just arrived and something is about to happen.
I nod again. I am completely overwhelmed and out of my league here. Then I remember I haven't acknowledged Sam. "It is nice to meet you Sam."
Sam turns around and looks directly at me smiling, "It is my pleasure Miss Steele, and congratulations. I am going to step outside in a minute and tell everyone to make a path so that you can get through, and if they cooperate, you will pose for a few photos together. I have a press release here that I will pass around giving them some details once you are safely inside with Mr. Grey." Sam seems so calm and organized.
"What does the press release say Sam." I am curious. He hands me a copy to read.
Christian Grey, 28, owner of Grey Enterprise Holding is pleased to announce his engagement to Miss Anastasia Steele, an editor at SIP publishing. Miss Steele, 21 is a recent graduate of Washington State University and the daughter of Raymond Steele of Montesano and Carla Adams of Savannah, GA. Mr. Grey, is the son of Carrick Grey, one of Seattle's leading litigators and Dr. Grace Trevalayn Grey. The wedding will take place early next year.
"But we are getting married in 4 weeks," I inform Sam.
"Yes Miss Steele. But we want to head them off and they would never suspect the wedding will be so soon, so we just give them enough today wet their nosy appetites." With that he nods at Christian and gets out of the car. I see him hold up his hands and hush the crowd of paparazzi. Sawyer and Taylor are out of the cars as well, pushing the crowd back. I see Sawyer elbow one photographer in the face when he tries to push past him. Sam tells the crowds the condition of our getting out of the car for photos. I pull a mirror out of my purse and put some lip gloss on. I am wearing a white linen pencil skirt with a wide red leather belt, a white and red polka dot cap sleeve blouse with a sweetheart neckline and red Christian Louboutins. My hair is swept to the side hanging over my shoulder. My hands are sweating and I am scared to death.
"You look amazing. The world is about to get a look at the most beautiful woman in the universe. And she is all mine." Christian says as he kisses my knuckles. He always knows what to say. "Are you ready baby?" I am so glad he has come to do this with me. He is use to this but I don't know if I will ever adjust. I am just a regular girl.
Taylor opens the door, making sure the media gives us room to get out. Christian slides out of the car, looking like a GQ model in his dark navy suit, crisp white shirt and striped tie. He reaches in for my hand and I slide out, careful to exit the SUV without exposing anything. But as a swing my leg out of the car, my skirt hikes up a bit and I hear one of the paparazzi whistle and cat call. "Nice fucking legs."
Christian glares at the guilty party and then murmers something to Taylor. I see Taylor go to the photographer that made the comment and pull on his arm. He escorts the photographer away from the crowd while Christian stands in front of the door, blocking the press form viewing my face. We wait for Taylor to come back.
"What did you tell Taylor?" I can tell Christian is angry.
"I told him to teach that clown some manners. If they want me to cooperate, they better respect my fiancé, that guy is done. He'll never get a picture or my cooperation again. He is with one of the national rags and he has pissed me off before. I won't have him making inappropriate comments about you," he states. "Even though you do have fantastic legs, Miss Steele, I don't want anyone else to look at them."
I roll my eyes at him. "Do you prefer I wear a long dress or pants?"
"Actually that works pretty well for me," Christian smiles.
A few more minutes pass and I feel like I am going to pass out. Where did Taylor go? He finally comes back and the unveiling of Anastasia Steele takes place. I feel so ridiculous. I get out of the car and all I can hear are cameras clicking and "Anastasia, look here" Miss Steele over her." It is overwhelming. As I stand up, Christian puts his arm around my waist and guides me past the media. He leans in and whispers to me, just be yourself baby. Smile and hold my hand. We will stop in front of Sam for about two minutes letting everyone get their shots. Let's go." I hold his hand squeezing it with full force. We walk hand in hand to where Sam is standing and we stop. Christian puts his hand on the small of my back and we look up to the large crowd clicking away and calling our names. After what seems like hours, but only about two minutes, Sam steps in front of us and Taylor and Sawyer are on both sides of us. I notice that Ryan and Reynolds have shown up as well and are part of the protection. This is insane. We walk into the back door of SIP and I find that I am shaking.
"You did great baby. You okay?" I start to cry. I don't know why, but the whole experience was intimidating and I feel embarrassed. I hope the photos turn out okay. I felt like my lips were quivering from nerves the whole time. Christian hugs me and nuzzles in my ear and neck. "I am sorry baby. Hopefully this will die down now. You okay to go into your office? Do you want me to stay a little longer?
"I'm okay. Thanks for coming over."
"It was fine. I should have planned this better and come with you from the beginning. I will be back to pick you up. But if you're okay with this I have an appointment with my lawyer in 30 minutes. I need to take care of the Elena business and see him about some other matters."
We kiss goodbye and Sawyer makes sure that I am in my desk comfortably before going outside to move the car. Before I am even situated, Christian forwards the first Google alert of our photo op.
Christian Grey, 28, Seattle's own billionaire stands next to his fiancé, Anastasia Grey, 21, outside of SIP where Steele is employed. The couple were whispering in each other's ear and holding hands while Grey escorted his fiancé into her work building. Grey asked his security to remove one of the photographers after he was heard whistling at Steele who is a very attractive recent graduate of WSU. Speculation about the couple took place earlier in the summer when Grey was photographed with Steele at the graduation ceremony for WSU, again several weeks later at an art exhibit in Portland and at a fund raiser last weekend at the home of Grey's parents, Carrick and Grace Grey. Steele is the daughter of Raymond Steele of Montesano, WA and Carla Adams of Savannah, Ga. There are no details on the wedding which is planned for early next year.
I stare at the photo. I guess I don't look to bad just a little nervous. Christian looks his usually calm, cool collected self as he is smiling down at me. I actually like the photo and I will ask Christian how we can get a copy.
I receive a text from a number I don't recognize.
"You will never keep him happy. When he gets bored with you, I will welcome him back with open arms. Mrs. Robinson. "
That woman! How did she get my phone number? I will show Christian later as there is no need to bother him now with it. Something tells me the next month will provide more challenges than Mrs. Robinson.
