NOVEMBER 25TH 1998

Thank God for the long weekend and the break from rowing practice, I am exhausted. We won our met and were the State Champions, so the coach decided we earned a week's break. I'm not looking where I'm going and bump into Brianna; the girl is stunning, and it is clear that she likes me.

"Sorry, Brianna."

"It's good Christian, congratulations." I can't stop staring at her tits. Something to think about when I jerk off.

"Yeah, thank you. Got to go." I decide to shower since the locker room is empty. I'm trying my best not to think of Brianna's tits, but it's becoming harder and harder.

"I hope it's me you are thinking off." Oh shit, I try to cover myself, but it's useless.

I turn off the water and attempt to get to my towel, but she's in the way.

"Why don't you let me take care of that?" Oh shit. She drops to her knees and takes my dick in her hand, so this is what another hand feels like, especially a soft female hand.

"Oh shit... Bri...fuck." oh God her mouth is soo warm, I'm not going to last, think of something nasty. Mrs. Lincoln, Mrs. Lincoln.

Oh, this is too good. She's sucking the hell out of my dick. I'm coming there's no stopping it. "Bri... I'm going to… come." She sucks harder. I grip her hair for dear life, thrusting into her warm mouth and explode; she swallows every drop.

"Oh fuck."

"You sure taste as good as you look. Here's my number." She takes out a piece of paper from her backpack. "I've got my own phone in my room, call, anytime you need… help." And she's gone.

I've got a huge grin on my face on the way home, no wonder Elliot is constantly dating, and that was just a blow job I can't even begin to imagine what her pu… don't go there. You are fifteen and a sophomore, she's a senior.

"Bro, what's with the look?" Elliot stares at me for a beat. "No way, you didn't." Hell, I'm smiling so hard I can't deny it. He drags me to my room.

"So?"

"It was just a blow job."

"As in." Elliot points to his mouth, making me laugh. "Dude at fifteen the most you can hope for is a hand job a blowjob an actual blowjob is nothing to scoff at."

"It is so different." Elliot laughs. "She gave me her number, said…"

"Happy fucking Thanksgiving bro, you fucking lucked out," Elliot says before turning to leave. "Oh, by the way, did she swallow." I just nod. "I hate you." I can't stop the belly laugh that leaves me.

"The fact that you are up early for once doesn't mean I have to be."

"It's Thanksgiving, gggeeet uuuppp."

"Anastasia Rose Steele, stop jumping on my bed and go away." Today of all days she decides to act her age.

"NO."

"Okay, okay I'm up, now, can you leave so I can put some clothes on." She rolls her eyes at me and leaves. I bolt up, lock the door behind her and go back to sleep. I'll get up when I'm good and ready.

After what feels like a minute of sleep I'm woken by my alarm, God I'm tired. I brush my teeth, wash my face and make my way downstairs. On my way to the kitchen, I happen to glance at the T.V and realize it's only nine, the little…

"ANA."

"Hello Christian, good morning." There's she goes with that smart mouth. She's become impossible since she turned nine.

"Did you change the time on my alarm clock?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," She says looking all innocent.

"I set my alarm for twelve; someone changed it to nine and since you were the only one in my room. It stands to reason it was you."

"Can you prove I was the only one in your room this morning?" Fuck I was out like a log, so no I can't prove shit. But she doesn't have to know that.

"That's what I thought."

"I haven't said shit."

"No, but your face says it all." Insufferable little sh…

"Oh Christian good you are up, I know you wanted to sleep in, but I need you this morning." Oh, fuck.

"Mom did you change the time on my alarm clock."

"Sorry, Christian like I said I need you this morning." I glance at Ana, and the smug look on her face is indescribable. I don't know what to say, so I stick my tongue out at her.

"Christian, try to act your age, will you." My dad, Ray, Elliot, and Mia who have been attempting to hold in their laughter the whole time finally let it rip.

Ana and I get the last few things needed for Thanksgiving dinner when we run into Mrs. Lincoln. "Fuck." Yes, I should berate Ana for the use of foul language, but in this case, it's damn right appropriate.

"Christian, how lovely to see you." More like a nightmare.

"Mrs. Lincoln."

"Getting last-minute items for Thanksgiving." What's it to her.

"Uh huh."

"Anyway I will let you go, after all, I will see you later." No, you won't.

"I didn't know you were invited because everybody coming to Thanksgiving this year is already at the house." Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

"Oh, I assumed I was, your mother always invites me."

"Assumption is the mother of all fuck ups" I know I shouldn't, but the pride I feel in Ana is… there are no words. Oh, she looks mad, she looks like she wants to hit Ana. I have gotten in enough fights to know where and how to hit without leaving a mark while still causing the maximum damage. Bitch better watch it. She takes one look at me and turns on her heel.

"Good Riddance to bad smell," Ana says. The little wobble in Elena's step tells me she heard it.

"My mom is not going to be happy."

"Not if we tell her Mrs. Lincoln sends her apology."

"Ana remind me never to cross you," sShe smirks. "And what if she tells my mother we told her she was not invited."

"We said everybody invited was already at the house. How is it our fault if she translated it as not invited? Then tried to save face by saying she couldn't make it."

"You are scary sometimes."

"Worse case scenario, it's two against one."

We make it back to the house still laughing about Mrs. Lincoln. "Here mom got everything."

"Thanks, Christian."

"By the way, Mrs. Lincoln sends her apology, she can't make it."

"Did she say why?"

"Nope." My dad and Ray give me a look that says we know you are lying, but we don't care. I swear my mom is the only one that likes that woman. Why I don't know.

It's the usual people plus my mom's parents for Thanksgiving as usual Carla is not here. Frankly, I'm glad, I spoke to the woman once, and I wanted to slap her. 'What am I doing wasting my time in Ray's workshop and on an eight-year-old.' The only reply I could give without abusing her was. Ana is nine. That woman is worse than the crack whore; at least she had a drug problem, what's Carla's excuse for being a shitty wife and mother.

As per tradition, we all give thanks and not surprising everyone pretty much has the same reason to be thankful, Ana and Ray in our lives. Elliot, of course, has to try and embarrass me. By giving thanks to new experiences. I'm going to kill him the first chance I get.

MAY 29TH 2011

"Fuck… Christian." He was working his fingers in and out of her making sure to rub her spot every time, sucking on her nipples all the while. When Ana's wall started to clench around his fingers, he knew she was close. He kissed down her body before latching onto her clit.

Her screams of "ooh fuck, fuck… Chris…oooh" as she came was music to his ears.

He sat between her legs, as he rolled the condom down his impressive length. He pushed the head of his dick in; the beeping sound was getting on his nerves. He tried to ignore it, but it got louder and louder.

I woke up slamming my hand down on the alarm clock; it took everything I had not to break it. Since October, I'd purchased eight alarm clocks, eight was a lucky number for me, so I was trying my hardest not to break this one.

This is the only kind of sex I've had since forever. It was the longest I've gone without it, but since my, for lack of a better word, epiphany about my feeling for Ana. Well, it just didn't feel right to sleep with anyone else, even if it's just a one night stand. Hell if Elliot can do it so can I, as far as I'm aware, the guy hasn't slept with anyone since he made his intentions clear to Kate.

God, I hope Ana doesn't keep me waiting like Kate is doing to Elliot, but then I can't blame Kate. Elliot has slept with half of Seattle, I, on the other hand, can count the number of women I've slept with on both hands and Ana knows about each one of them.

Which frankly doesn't feel great considering she's never once reacted to any of them. Yes none of them were relationships. I had a long-standing arrangement with a girl in Harvard that only lasted a year, by the second year in Harvard I was beyond swamped didn't even have time to think about sex.

In high school, I got a few blowjobs and only actually had sex in my senior year. Don't get me wrong between that and few one night stands I have found that sex is something I'm magnificent at.

If Ana gives me a chance, I will have her screaming my name till the heavens come down. I know she's a virgin and has no one to compare me to, it doesn't mean I'm going to give her room to wonder if she's missing out. No fucking way.

GRACE

I remember the day Christian was supposed to go to Elena's at the time I was beyond furious when she called to tell me Christian never arrived. Considering the kind of neighborhood we lived in, I knew nothing had happened to him, he'd just chosen not to go.

But that afternoon Carrick walked in with a smile I couldn't explain. He thought he saw Christian in the park but quickly dismissed it, as there no way Christian would be lying under a tree shirtless with a girl about Mia's age reading to her. But for some reason he couldn't shake the image, so he doubled back to check, and low and behold there he was doing something quite normal, well normal for Christian Grey anyway.

It wasn't what he was doing as such that had Carrick smiling, it was how incredibly relaxed he was, you could see it a mile away.

In all honesty, as I listened to Carrick, I found it hard to believe what I was hearing, at the same time hope flared in me. Who was this girl? How did she get Christian to the park? Above all else Carrick was a lawyer; he was the kind of man who looked at everything with a certain level of practicality.

My skepticism remained until Ray called, Carrick had been right; Christian was at the park with Ray's daughter. They'd shared lunch and had ice cream.

I wanted to ask if it was possible for Christian to spend more time with Ana. She was clearly going to be a great influence on my son. At the time, I hadn't realized just how much, especially the influence Ray would also have on him.

Ray did it for me by telling me that if I had no problem with Christian spending time with them, then he was all for it.

I sat in the kitchen after talking to Ray with a smile, and hope nothing could change. Then I thought he might not want to go back, the fact I did meant nothing if he hated the idea.

When he finally made it home, I had to be sure, so I gave him the option to go back to Elena's. He turned it down. The relief I left about his answer should have told me I didn't trust the woman as much as I thought I did.

Knowing what transpired the following summer. I will forever bow down at the feet of Anastasia and Raymond Steele.

Now if my son can soon come to his senses and ask that young lady out…

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"The day Christian met Ana." Carrick smiles.

"Oh Cary, why can't he tell her how he feels, what is he waiting for? The grass isn't going to get any greener no matter where he goes."

"I don't believe that's his thinking; I think he's just scared she might not feel the same." I look at Carrick incredulously.

"Is he blind?"

"Grace, we men, are simple creatures, we don't do subtlety well. Unless you give it to us straight. We turn to miss it."

"Really, Ray gave him his blessing, where is the subtlety in that?" Carrick laughs.

"You know there are times I wonder what his life would be like if he hadn't bumped into Ana and gone to that woman's house." Carrick Shivers.

"I don't want to think about it."

"I don't think she ever imagined a simple comment, would be the beginning of the end. Elena Lincoln was the instigator of her own downfall." I say leaving the bedroom to add the finishing touches to lunch.

Today I get to meet the other woman in my other son's life. I didn't think there was a woman alive to tame that boy.

Katherine Kavanagh, I've met her parents at various charity events. They always spoke so kindly about Ana.

It didn't surprise me the first time I heard them gushing about Ana. She can make a heart of stone melt.

God knows she's the only person that can shut Christian up. Most people whittle at his glare Ana just rolls her eyes.

After 13 years they still do little things together, going to the movie theater, now because of the paparazzi they watch their movies in Christians media room and occasionally…. Oh, that must be them.

CHRISTIAN

My mom is at the door before Elliot, or I make it down the stairs. We are both a bag of nerves. "Ana dear, you look lovely as always." My mom gushes.

"Hi Grace, this is Kate." Ana introduces.

"Oh yes, Kate, we met briefly at your graduation, heard so much about you from Elliot." She says making Kate blush; I didn't know the girl could blush.

Have to hand it to mom fighting Elliot's corner. "Christian." As usual she looks great, in fact, today she looks spectacular, her dress reaches mid-thigh showing off her beautiful long legs, her hair is in loose waves and hanging over her left breast.

"Hey, Ana, beautiful as always."

"Not so bad yourself Grey." I hear a little screech up the stairs, and I know it's Mia, she hasn't seen Ana and Kate in a year and has been looking forward to today.

"Ana, Kate."

"Mia, how was Paris?" They carry on talking while they make their way to the living room ignoring the rest of us. Ana said hello to me at least. Kate hasn't even looked Elliot's way.

Ana and I are sat in the twin couch; she has her elbow leaning on my crossed thigh. I can smell her fragrance, vanilla and her own body scent that is unique to her, if I could bottle the combination I'd be a billionaire, yes I'm already a billionaire, but you know what I mean.

I can't stop staring at her, and every time she turns to look at me, she smiles making it even harder, the urge to kiss her is uncontrollable. My mom calls us for lunch, and I'm grateful for the reprieve.

"So Ana looking forward to your new role at GEP."

"Yes after years off interning I can't wait to start working full time."

"So I take you are not even considering the other offer," Kate asks.

"What other offer?"

"Oh yeah, SIP offered me a job."

"I didn't know you applied," I say trying to reign in the anger I feel. It's no secret I went into publishing because of her. She's spent years interning between the Portland and Seattle branch to prove herself. Not that I give a fuck what people think, I wouldn't have started Grey Enterprises Publishing if I thought she was shit, hell I would have encouraged her to try something else.

"At what point in the conversation did you hear me say I applied for a job at SIP?" Shit, I did it again, and the smirk on my family and Kate's face tells me they think the same.

"You didn't I just assu…" she raises her eyebrow at me before I can finish the sentence. I know how she feels about assumptions.

"They approached me, I turned them down, and why will I go and work for a publishing house that is going to be bankrupt by the end of the year."

"You won't." Sorry, I mumble. How does she know they will be bankrupt?

"You should put in an offer, Roach the owner will sell, they've got a few brilliant writers, and I would love to get my hands on."

"Ana, how do you know about their problems?" The way my father asked that question tells me, Ana is right on the money.

"I heard a few rumors; I frequent the same bistro as some of their staff. They gossip a lot. Apart from money problems, there seems to be some major discord among the staff.

I kiss her on the cheek, silently apologizing again. She smiles at me. I love to kiss those rosy lips of hers. We are still enjoying lunch when I feel Ana's hands on my thigh; she's gentle running her fingers on the inside. I turn to look at her, and she's engrossed in a conversation with my dad.

I feel her hands creep up my thigh, working its way to my dick. She wraps her hands as best as she can around my dick, working her fingers up and down my fast growing shaft. Oh God not here. I try my best to eat my food and pretend nothing is going on. I feel my breathing becoming harsh. She grips harder and works her finger harder and faster on my dick. I need to find an excuse to leave the table.

Just then she takes her hands off my dick to show Mia something on her nails. Thank fuck, I take a deep breath willing my dick to calm down. She's still engrossed in her conversation and pays no attention to me, not that I want any more attention.

She helps my mom with dessert, apple pie and ice cream. I'm happily scoffing my dessert and don't realize I've got some on my lips, till Ana laughs at me before using her thumb to wipe off the ice cream and sucks on the pads of her thumb making my dick jerk, from the smirk on her face she knows exactly what she's doing.