When I wake up the next day my head hurts slightly from the sun that is beeming in on me. The thick black and silk blanket is surrounding me and I am on my own though I remember vaguely Christian climbing in the bed in the dark late last night. I roll myself out of the comfty bed, overly comfty, and realize I'm naked. My clothes from last night are no where to be found, but I do find Christian's white button up shirt from the previous night. I slip it on, button all the buttons except the top two and walk down the fancy stairs. Christian is sitting in a room off to the side that I did not see when we first came in playing the piano. With his back naked back turned to me, I walk on my tiptoes hoping he won't hear me, and he doesn't. But as I decide to get closer, he suddenly turns around.
He's eyes get slightly bigger as they take me in, "Woah." The word is quick, all in one breath.
"What Mr. Grey?"
"You look almost as good in my shirt as I do." He smirks and I know he's playing.
"Almost? Are you crazy? I look one-hundred percent better in this shirt than you ever will." I say in a cocky tone to match his.
He stands from the black bench he is sitting on and begins to walk to me. He's shirtless, in a pair of pajama pants that hang on his hips, show off his perfect abs, and from what I can tell he has been working out sometime this morning.
"Do you now?" His tone is suddenly a lot hotter than before. Not being drunk around him is giving me a chance to really take him in.
"Yes." I say matter-of-factly.
He inches closer moving me toward the corner of the room, "Are you sure?" It is almost a whisper but I hear it perfectly, watching every word come out of his lips.
I'm now pushed in the corner with him a few inches away from me, "Yes. I am."
"Mhmmm." His lips right at my ear.
And I know his game, I squint my eyes as if I'm looking at something, "What's wrong with your piano?" I ask in a concerned voice.
He turns around backing a way, "What?" He's voice is now full of, fear? Playing the piano must be something he likes a lot.
I run from the corner, "Gotcha!" I say once I'm out of the room, smiling as if I've just won a million dollars.
He turns to me, his eyes narrowing at me, "So you did. But do worry, I'll get you."
And just like that he is after me, I squeal like a little girl and bolt toward the couch nearest the window. I hear his feet hitting the floor and something about him chasing after me like this is so much fun. I leap on to the black couch, jump over the back, and go toward the glass window. I now turn to face Christian who has a child-like grin on his face, like he's about to catch some rare animal.
"I have so got you." He says confident as ever.
"Do you now?" I mock his phrase from earlier.
"Mhmm." I let him inch closer and closer, and once he's on the couch I run to the kitchen.
He quickly changes directions and is over the side of the couch right after me. I stop, realizing if I go to the kitchen the chase will be over, spin around, and head to the stairs. But the slight halt in my running has given him, and his huge leaps, a chance to catch up. I'm on the second step when I feel his big arms wrap around my waist. I squeal and kick as he carries me.
"Put me down!" I screams, flinging my arms around, but when I see where he is going I scream louder, "Don't you dare!"
"Oh but you're all hot, you need to cool down!"
"I do not! Put me down this instant!"
"Okay Ana, your wish is my command." And with that he steps into the pool over looking all of Las Vegas, and sinks my feet in to the water.
"Stop it!" I scream and laugh as the water reaches my thighs.
"Okay." He says as he suddenly stops walking and plops me down in to the water.
I sink to the bottom quickly, the water moving up to my collar bones, " I can not believe you!" I shout but my laughing is giving away anger I was faking. The bottoms of his pajamas are getting lightly wet.
"You wanted to play chase." He smiles, showing all his teeth. I narrow my eyes and sink my head below the water getting all my hair wet.
"That was just uncalled for." I say rising up from the water, the t-shirt now heavy, and dripping. "I'm going to get water all over the floor." I cross my arms over my chest like a child.
"That's okay." And suddenly I am over his shoulder, his hand on my ass.
"Chr-ist-ian!" I shout, and wonder quickly if anyone below us can hear.
"On the bright side, you could totally win a wet t-shirt contest."
I huff out a huge breath of air, "I am getting water all over the place."
"That's fine, they'll mop once we leave anyway. If anything, you are helping them out. You're such a good person!"
"Mhmm. I'm sure."
He ignores my comment and takes me upstairs, setting me down once we have gotten to the bedroom.
"You'll need to take this off." He says pulling at the t-shirt, which is now stuck to my body, with a smile on his face.
I look down and see that you can fully see my breast through the shirt and wonder if he'd planned that. "Fine."
"I had Taylor buy you some clothes," He says walking into the attached bathroom and coming back with bags and a box from expencive stores I can't say, "here you go."
"I thought Taylor was the drivier?"
"He is, but he does other things too."
"Oh." I say while peeling the white shirt from my body.
Christian sits on the edge of the bed and lays back with his arms behind his head. I toss the soaking shirt to the tile floor and empty the bags. I pull on the bright white strapless bra around my waist, hooking it, then pulling it up wondering how Christian knew what size to get it; 32C. Then I pick up the lacy, very lacy, thong and skimmy it on.
"Those look nice on you." Christian says raising up on his elbows and tilting his head to the side.
"Mhmm." I say as I again wonder how Christian knew what size to get my panties; small.
I then look at the outfit he has gotten Taylor to buy, a white strapless t-shirt, and a jet black shorter version of a pencil skirt. Well that would explain the strapless bra and the thong. I pull the shirt over my head and flatten it against my stomach.
Christian reaches out a feels my stomach, " You have such a flat stomach. It's lovely."
"Thank you." I say. It's luck, I just don't gain weight.
"You work out?"
I skimmy the skirt up my legs, "No, I just don't gain weight."
"But you eat?"
"Yes." I say flatting the top of the skirt over the white shirt.
"You look amazing."
"Thank you, did you tell him what to buy?" I ask as I straighten out a few wrinkles on my thighs.
"I gave him an idea."
"Oh."
"And here are shoes." He says opening the light blue box. Inside are a pair of tall, five so inches, black faux suede closed toe pumps.
"Woah."
"You know how to walk in heels right?"
I laugh at his worried tone, "Yes. I do."
He looks relieved, "Good. There are some sort of stockings as well."
"Okay." I say sitting on the bed.
He's right, there are high cut stocking socks in the box. I slip them on before stepping into the shoes. They fit perfect, which again makes me wonder how the hell Christian knew all this to tell him.
"You look great. Come see." He says standing up and guiding me to the mirror.
I do, the shoes making my legs look long, the skirt showing off my hips, and the shirt showing off my waist and breast.
"Thank you, I can pay you back for this."
"Hush. No." He is serious.
"But-"
"No," He says before handing me a widetoothed comb, "Brush your hair and I'll go get ready and we'll leave."
He walks out the room before I can say another word about paying for the outfit. I do as told and begin combing my hair, it defiantly needed it. Once my hair is tangle free I walk out of the room and find Christian walking out of the closet in a pair of jeans and a light grey shirt. Hot comes to mind. Focus. I mentally fuss at myself.
"Here, you phone and debit card are in here." He says handing me a purse that I know isn't mine.
"That isn't mine. I didn't have a purse."
"I know. It's also new."
It's black fabric with white leather handles and a matching thick stripe along the bottoms. It's Coach and fancy. There is too much free room in the bag, I could have easily carried my phone and the card.
"There's a new wallet too."
I open it to find my phone and a matching Coach wallet.
"I think Taylor said it's a Coach Legacy Signature Stripe Candace Carryall something. I see you are also an Apple person, I myself prefer Blackberry." He explains though I only catch on the phone bit.
"I personally love my Iphone 4 thank you very much."
"Mhmm. Let's go."
I stick my tongue out at him and put the purse over my shoulder. I bet I look real fancy. I follow Christian in to the elevator. I stand tapping my toe, causing the sound of my heel to fill the empty elevator. When it dings letting us know that we have arrived in the lobby, I walk side by side with Christian to the front desk. A different woman than last night now stands here.
"The penthouse is now empty." He says smoothly, and glances to me.
"Thank you for letting us know. I hope you and Mrs. Grey have had a wonderful stay."
I feel my eyes widen, Mrs. Grey. Uh, no. No. No. No. I look at Christian who is smiling kindly but I can tell it isn't because of her. It's my reaction.
"We have."
"We hope you will come back. Your car is waiting out front." She says smiling to me. I smile back though mine is all act.
"Perfect. Good-bye. Come on honey." Christian says taking my hand. I feel my cheeks warm with anger and slight embarassment.
"I am not your wife!" I shout in a whisper once we are away from the front desk.
"You act like that would be so horrible." He smirks.
"Oh it would."
He raises his hand to his heart, "I'm hurt honey. Are you saying you regret marrying me?" He asks infront of the man who opens the hotels front door. I glance at him and see his eyes have no grown in size.
I turn my attention to Christian my cheeks feel as though they are on fire, "Shut up."
He opens my door to the car we rode in last night but now it has the top up, "Should I call a lawyer?"
"If you do not shut up, I am going to need a lawyer." I say tightly as I sit down in the low car as ladylike as possible in this outfit.
He laughs as he shuts the door. I turn the radio up as the song My own worst enemy by Lit plays. Christian sits down and buckles up, I follow and cross my legs tightly. He just laughs choosing not to speak. I have the most annoyed face I can possibly manage the entire drive home. He doesn't speak the whole way, not a word on the elevator ride to his room, or once we have gotten to his floor. He unlocks the door and stands aside for me to enter first. I swear you could probably feel the anger rediating off me. We walk in to find my mom and Grace sitting on their couch talking.
"Ana honey! I was so worried!" My mom says as if I had been gone for ages.
Before I can speak Christian is at my side, "Nothing to worry about, me and Ana got married."
If possible my cheeks get even redder as I watch my mother and Grace's eyes grow so large they look like globes.
"What?" They both blurt out at the same time.
"I would never marry you!" I shout crossing my arms infront of my chest hard.
Christian shrugs, "Not so happy ever after, but I think she'll adjust."
Our moms now realize he is joking and laugh.
"I would never ever marry you." I slur though my teeth at him.
"You would be honored to be my wife."
"Ha!" I shout storming off, I get into the room and slam the door before remembering this is not our condo.
"Not your room honey!" Christian shouts as I open the door back up.
"I knew that." I say narrowing my eyes at him once again and walk out of their condo.
I lean against the wall after realizing that I do not have a key and am far too embarrassed to go back inside. After a few moments Christian comes out.
"I'm sorry. I took it too far." He stands leaning against the wall by the elevator with his arms crossed.
"Yes you did."
"I do think you overrated a bit though."
"Your opinion is not needed nor welcome."
"Okay okay. If you honestly think marrying me would be that bad."
"I'm not even seventeen yet, marrying you would be that bad."
"I dunno, personally I think I'd like to get married young." He shrugs, "Depending on the girl."
"I'll look out for ya."
He smiles, "Thanks."
"No problem. Anyone to get you off my back."
"I recall being on your stomach, not your back. But if you'd like we can try that." His smirk is back in place.
"Haha. You are just too funny." I say with over sarcasm.
"I know. I'm damn good in bed too."
I shrug, "I guess I haven't gotten you at your best then."
His mouth falls and suddenly he is in a full smile, "Oh, I guess I'll need to show you again."
The door into their condo suddenly opens and my mother and Grace step out, "We'll see you later tonight Grace."
"Of course Carla. Christian stop bothering the poor girl. I'll see you tonight Ana, and please excuse my son. I'll keep him on his leash."
"Thank you Mrs.. Grace." I say catching myself before calling her Mrs. Grey. Oh right, that's me. I roll my eyes in my head and step into the elevator with my mom.
"That's a lovely outfit. New?" My mom asks as we go down.
"Yes."
"It's very nice. Makes you look much older."
"I know," I sit my purse down on the table by our frontdoor, "Christian bought it for me."
"That was very nice."
"I know."
She walks to the fridge and pulls out a tray of wraps, "So what did you two do last night?"
Fuck? For some reason that does not seem like the right thing to say. Fucked by a beautiful view? Nope. "We drove around and he showed me some penthouse suit they have."
"Oh." She is now fixing apple juice in two glasses, "Did you use protection?"
My mouth drops, and then I realize that I do not remember Christian putting on a condom. "Mom! We didn't have sex." It's a lie, a big one.
"Okay dear, but let me know if you need to see a doctor or anything. For anything. Please."
"Soooo," I immedently change the subject, "What did you and Grace do?"
"Oh you know, girl talk." Mom is clearly as happy as I am to change the subject, "She told me about all the people we can expect to meet tonight."
News to me, "Who are we meeting?"
"It's some fundraiser. Everyone from Bob's office and Carrick's office will be there. Big shots. Ya know." She shrugs as she puts a half of a wrap on a plate and slides it to me.
"Oh." I say before taking a huge bite. I haven't had anything to eat since last night.
"Yeah, all the Grey's will be going and we'll be there for Bob."
I swallow, "So best behavior?"
"Of course. We have to look good for these people."
"I know, I know."
Bob is the fanciest husband my mother has had yet. Though I am always on my best behavior, I'll be extra careful tonight. We eat lunch and I tell mom about last night, the mom friendly verison, and this afternoon. She tells me all about the people I will have to be around tonight and what to expect. We have to be there at another hotel by five thirty. It's now three. Mom leaves to shower and I take this time to go ask Christian about the condom. I knock on their door three or four times and he finally answers.
"I thought you were sick of me?" He asks pouting, I must admit, it is cute. Very.
"I am. But I need to ask you something."
"Yess?"
"Did you use a condom last night?"
He looks slightly surprised and shuts the door stepping into the hall, "No, aren't you on some form of birthcontrol?"
"No? I just moved out here, I haven't had a chance to see a doctor."
His eyes get big, "What about before? Cause I know for a fact you are not a virgin and that was not one of the first few times either."
I blush lightly, "I was but I got taken off of it a mouth and a half before we moved. I didn't see the need, I didn't expect to be fucking the first night here."
"Well fuck. This is great." His tone instantly annoys me.
"Oh like I want another you!" I shout as lightly as possible.
"And I totally want a mini you."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm an angel."
He snorts, "Okay. Whatever you say."
"This is perfect. I do not want a kid right now. I'm not even seventeen."
"Me neither."
"Well did you cum inside me?"
"No, I mean, I came in my hand."
"You are sure?"
His eyes glaze over, he must be replaying the night, "Almost certain."
"Guess we'll find out in a few weeks."
"When are you suppose to start."
"August first."
"Well if you haven't started by like, the fifth, we are going to a doctor."
"Okay."
He looks at me, "No wine tonight."
I narror my eyes, I was kinda hoping to drink my way out of this, "Fine."
"Good. Now I have to go get ready, and prey."
"Me too."
I turn and get into the elevator, doing my preying the whole way to our condo, and into my room. My mom has just gotten out of the shower, so I get in. Letting the warm water wash over me and through my hair. I pour some body wash over a rag and start to wash. When I get to my stomach I poke it lightly.
"Uh, so, if anything is going on in there can you like make it stop? I mean not being rude or anything but I do not need anything to be growing inside of me. So if you don't mind waiting another ten something years." I whisper hoping we're both just worrying.
After spending thirty so minutes in the shower, thirty minutes straighting my hair, and getting ready we have only twenty minutes left. I'm wearing a red strapless dress that stops just above my knees, the black pumps from Christian, and a little eyeliner. My mom requested I not bring my phone so I have no reason to carry a purse. The Grey family and my mom and I all climb into the large car and drive through traffic to a large hotel. It is apparently very popular for functions like these. We pull in and find other people getting out of cars as well and walking into the fancy spinning doors. We follow them through the hotel lobby and into a huge room with lots of round tables. Mia insists on introducing me to her friends. So everyone she goes to school with works with our father's. Awesome.
Their a pretty small group, Rebecca, Lilly, Lelia, and another girl named Kate. Rebecca is short, 5 feet maybe, but with her heels she's at least 5'5, with shoulder lenght strawberry blonde hair, she's friendly. Lilly is around my height one or two inches shorter, with very light, almost platinum, blonde hair, she is not so friendly. Lelia is a bit taller than me, with hair to her breast that is almost black hair, she seems nice. Kate is pretty redhead, around 5'6 in flats, she seems very shy.
"Christian likes you." Mia gushes as if this has been getting at her. I can tell by how Lilly and Lelia react to the words they do not like this.
"He really doesn't." I deny.
"He does too! He hasn't stopped staring at you. I've never seen him like this with other girls." Her glance moves to Lelia quickly then back to me.
"I don't think so." I say shaking my head. Lilly has a horrible look on her face.
"Okay, whatever you say. I hear he bought you an outfit though."
"Yes."
"And took you to the penthouse."
"Mhmm."
"He likes you, he likes-" She begins to sing.
"Mia, Mia's friends." Christian says stopping Mia mid-sentence. All her friends suddenly look as though they have on way too much blush.
"Christian." Mia says innocently.
"Would you like to dance Ana?"
"Um-"
"I'll take that as a yes." He grabs my hands and pulls me onto the middle of the wooden floor where others are dancing.
"I should probably thank you, I did not enjoy being there."
"I could tell."
"Did you have a thing with Lelia?" I ask bluntly.
"We had sort of a friends with benefits thing months ago."
"Lilly likes you too. And Lelia was obviously hoping for more."
"Jealous?"
"Not a bit." I say, and I'm honestly not.
He laughs, "Not the jealous type. I like it. Yeah Lilly is a bit much. And I'm aware, I'm pretty sure Lelia had hoped we like get married."
"Oh, wow."
"Yeah."
I laugh, "High hopes"
I glance over at Mia and the other girls. Mia is smiling and giving me a thumbs up, Lilly looks insanely angry, and Lelia looks a bit crushed. We spin quickly around and Mia freezes, putting her thumb down quickly.
"Oh, I need you to meet someone."
I look up at him confused, "Who?"
"My grandmother, my mom, and her both insist you meet."
"Okay." I say causiously
Christian hooks his arm around mine and leads me to a table where an older woman and man are sitting.
The older woman rises from the table to greet us, "Christian! You look so handsome!"
"Thank you grandma. Mom said you wanted to meet Mr. Steele's daughter."
"Yes of course. And introduce her as your girlfriend silly boy!" I swear I turn as red as a tomato, "I don't mean to sound like a crazy old woman, but you two sure would make me beauiful grandbabies."
My heart stops and my eyes grower bigger.
"Oh honey, you are going to scary the girl away." Her husband I assume says from the table.
I look up at Christian, who looks down at me, and I'm sure we both have the same face. Mouth dropped, eyes wide, red as can be, and horrified.
"Grandma stop it. Please. You're embarrassing me."
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