DECEMBER 19TH 1998
I show him the bottle of vodka while I slam the money on the counter and don't bother waiting for change. I can't believe they are leaving. Fucking Carla, I knew that bitch would fuck me over sooner or later.
It looks like Ray has also decided to move; I guess he wants to be close to Ana. They are moving in two days, I don't even get to spend Christmas with Ana, I have been looking forward to it, for the first time a few years I…I bought Ana a present, my parents helped out with the cost. I couldn't wait to see the look on Ana's face when she opened her gift. Ray and I have been busy building the accompanying present.
"Christian." Shit.
"Ana." I hadn't noticed I walked to the park.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"About to drown my sorrows, what do you think?"
"What's happened?"
"You are moving." Ana looks at me as though I'm speaking an entirely different language.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Why do I feel like I just jumped to a massive conclusion?
"So you are not moving?"
"The only place we are moving to is closer to you." Way to feel like an idiot.
"Wait...but I heard my parents they were talking about you moving and something about Carla."
"There is something about Carla alright. Sit down you nincompoop."
TWO DAYS EARLIER.
"Ray, what is this? I've already made my decision in the morning Ana and I are leaving."
"You can leave if you want, but Ana is staying." She laughs at that comment.
"Ray you have no rights when it comes to Ana. Good luck stopping me." I toss the papers at her feet. The pictures spill out, and for a split second, she looks worried.
"This doesn't mean shit." The bravado she walked in here with is starting to falter, and I haven't pulled out the big guns yet.
"Oh, but it does," Carrick says coming out of the kitchen. "There is not a judge in the Northwest Pacific that would grant you custody of Ana if you fight this. In the last six months alone you have been with nine different men each one shadier than the last. You might want to sit down and have a good read." Her bravado is nowhere to be seen.
Carrick and I walk into the kitchen leaving Carla alone with the evidence of her misdeeds.
"Ray you can't do this, you can't take my daughter away from me."
"Carla tell me what your daughter has been up to in the last six months." She opens her mouth and then closes it. "That's what I thought. Did you even stop to think why Morton wants Ana so badly?" She looks shocked. "Yes, Carla I'm aware of the fucker."
Carrick walks up to her and gives her the last file. If she thought those thieves and ex-cons she was sleeping with was bad, she's in for a rude awakening.
"No, it's not true."
"He's about to be arrested as we speak. The man you were about to take my daughter to go live with is a wanted pedophile."
"Ray I didn't know," She says crying.
"I don't care, if you had been here with us, where you were meant to be this would not be an issue. So no I don't give a fuck." She's sobbing now. Cry me a fucking river.
"Sign these and get out."
"Wh... What?" I give her the adoption and divorce papers.
"Sign these, or I will give the evidence of your association with Morton to the police. You may not have known but by the time they are through with you. I will have custody of Ana. So save yourself the shame of being associated with a pedophile and sign these."
"Ray please I'm sorry, please just give me a chance. What about Ana."
"Oh, you care about me now," Ana says walking into the kitchen. Did Carla think I would do this without Ana's blessing?
"Ana baby ple…"
"Oh please don't. Just sign the papers." After Carla tearfully signs the papers. Ana puts my bank statement and the details of the new house in front of her. Not something I thought of doing. Carrick looks smug. He knows what Carla is reading.
Carla looks at the papers incredulously. "If you had asked me, whatever it was I would have given it to you. You went out there looking for a rich man and what did you get, a bunch of grade 'A' losers. When all the while you had one at home. Now pack your shit and get out of my house."
"Where will I go?"
"Do I look like I care? You were going to take my daughter and leave to God knows where you sure as hell didn't give a damn about me. Why should I?"
DECEMBER 19TH 1998
"Are you alright?"
"Christian she was never really there, and in the last six months she completely checked out. She never even stopped to think what this would do to Ray and me. It was all about Carla."
Here I was jumping to conclusions. I was there when Ray purchased the new house three weeks ago; he told me not to say a word to anyone outside my family, my parents already knew my dad helped Ray purchase the home.
"So that is why your dad was waiting to move."
"Yeah, he and your father had been working to gather evidence against Carla. My dad knew Carla would never have agreed to him officially adopting me. So he said nothing not wanting to tip her off."
"All this time she was having affairs."
"Yep." All this because she was looking for a man with money when she had Ray. I'm aware of just how much Ray is worth; after all, I do his books.
"This Morton guy, is he a pedophile?"
"Yes, he had a lot of money, Carla thought she'd finally hit the jackpot. She wanted to run off with him, but he wanted me so we can be a proper family." Ana says sarcastically.
"She was going to take you away from everything you know because she didn't want to lose the guy with money. Life's a bitch, in the end, she lost the guy with money." I say making Ana laugh.
"Let's go," Ana says all of a sudden.
"Where are we going?"
"To return the bottle of alcohol."
"Can't I just toss it?"
"No."
You would have thought it was my mother dragging me back to the shop. The shopkeeper didn't want to take back the bottle; until Ana informed him, I was fifteen that did the trick. He couldn't give me back my money fast enough. I have a feeling no matter what age I am; he will never sell me another drink to save my life.
"Next time try not to jump to conclusions after only hearing bits of a conversation. Did it ever occur to you to ask your parents, Ray or me?"
Getting your ass handed to you by a nine-year-old is not nice.
"Sorry, what else can I say?"
MAY 29TH 2011
Ana disappeared with the girls a while ago; I'm dying to talk to her now that I know where she stands in regards to a romantic relationship. You don't play with a mans' dick like that for no good reason.
"What's with the grin?" Elliot looks like I did the first time a got a blowjob.
"Kate."
"What about Kate?"
"She was playing with me while we were having lunch."
"You too," I state laughing
"Dude I'm so stoked she's finally giving me a chance." I have to say I am happy for him. "What did you mean you too?" Ana was playing with me as well." Elliot's jaw is on the floor. "So now you believe she wants you." It's a statement, but I answer him all the same.
"Wow, what a turn of events. You know what I'm going to my room and wait for Ana to be done; considering Mia's involved in whatever they are doing it might take a while." Hell, I might just take a quick nap.
When I wake up its dark outside, that was one hell of a nap. "You really do sleep like the dead." Thanks to her, even at Harvard she'd stay on the phone with me on the rare occasion I had a nightmare.
She puts her laptop down and moves to sit on the bed. "Ana, can we talk?" I ask.
"Not if you are going to stutter all over the place. It seems when it comes to asking me out your vocal chords turn to hit a few bumps." She giggles.
"Okay, I deserve that. So you will go out with me."
"You haven't asked." Christ, give a man a break.
"Ana will you go out with me."
"I need to think about it."
"Ana," I growl.
"Of course I will." I can't help but admire her beauty; she's changed into one of my t-shirts. She leans in and gives me a chaste kiss. My God, she tastes divine, I don't let her pull away and deepen the kiss. Our tongues dueling for control of the kiss, I pull away breathless, Ana kisses my jaw line down to my neck sucking on it. I groaned clutching my hands on her hips.
She pushes me back on the bed straddling my hips; I can feel the heat through my boxers. She takes her t-shirt off, and I can't help but admire her perfectly formed breasts. I massage and knead her breast, occasionally pulling on her nipples; I sit up wanting to feel them in my mouth.
Ana's hips buck, and she moans the moment her breast is in my mouth, I suck and nip at her nipples, alternating between the two. I feel her wetness on my boxer shorts. I play with her breast until I feel her shudder through her orgasm. Her head is buried in my neck as she gets her breathing under control. She has her arms wrapped around my neck, it feels strange due to my issue with touch, I always without fail held the hands of the women I slept with or took them from behind.
I love Ana's hands on me. She lifts her head from my neck and looks shyly at me. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, I've never cum that hard before." I lift my eyebrows at her.
"Miss Steele not as innocent as you look." She slaps me on my chest. "So you can make yourself cum. Now that is something I would love to see." Ana looks mortified.
"No, no way I'd be too self-conscious to do that with you watching." She wiggles to get herself comfortable on my lap causing my shaft to rub against her.
The whimper that leaves her causes my dick to twitch wildly under her. I guess she loves the feeling as she starts to grind her core on my shaft. "Ana, fuck."
"Take my panties off." She moans.
"Ana."
"Take the fucking panties off." Okay then, I grip her flimsy lace panties and rip it off. She tries to pull my boxers down, but it's tough in this position, I give her a hand, she moves backward onto my thigh taking my dick in her hand and pumping me furiously. She moves forward and positions my dick at her entrance. I stop her. "Ana you don't want to lose your virginity in my childhood bedroom." She rolls her eyes at me.
"I want to lose it to you, where it happens matters little to me as long as it's with you." I feel a lump in my throat and simple nod. I turn us, so Ana is on her back, spread her legs further and slowly sink into her. She whimpers in pain; I plant a kiss on her closed eyelids giving her time to adjust. "Can I move?" She nods. God, she's tight. I slowly work my dick in and out of her. Feels great without a condom, thank God she's on the pill to regulate her monthly cycle.
"Christian faster." I brace myself on my forearms on either side of her head, I start long hard thrust, granting every time I'm buried in her, her moans and whimpering encouraging me to thrust faster, I feel her walls tighten around my dick, thank fuck because I am close to cuming. I feel as though my dick is drowning when she finally cums whimpering into my neck, her legs tighten around my waist, her hands tightening around my neck viciously. I pump my shaft into her a couple more times before I explode, collapsing on her.
"Oh God," I say trying to get my breath back; I'm still lying on Ana while she strokes my hair, then out of the blue starts giggling. "What's so funny?"
"I don't know I just can't believe it happened. I lost my virginity to you." Does she regret it? "I remember the fifteen-year-old that bumped into me. I never imagined it is where we would be." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Me neither, but I'm glad it happened. I can't imagine my life without you in it."
"Me too, because Christian Grey I'm in love with you."
"I'm in love with you too, Anastasia Steele."
I wake up that morning and have never been happier to see the woman lying next to me. The number of times I have dreamt and wished for this moment…and to finally be here in this moment. "What are you thinking about?" She asks running her fingers through my hair.
"How happy I am." She smiles shyly at me.
"What time is it?"
"It's still early." I groan.
Ana and I make our way downstairs for breakfast, when we walk into the kitchen, we notice we are the last to arrive. My mom looks up and is about to say something when she just stares at Ana and I. "Have I got shaving cream on my face or something."
"Took you long enough." My dad says. I'm confused for a second when I realize Ana and I holding hands, considering it's something Ana and I stopped doing as apparently, she was old enough to walk by herself, the significance is obvious.
"Yes, Ana and I are in a relationship," I say smugly. With the way Elliot is wrapped around Kate, it's obvious things worked out for him as well.
My mom was in such a good mood during breakfast; she didn't even berate Elliot and me for the amount of swearing that got used at breakfast. An earthquake couldn't wipe the smile off her face.
DECEMBER 25TH 1998
The only time Ana doesn't need a bulldozer to get out of bed is a holiday. Yesterday we stayed up quite late watching Under Siege 2, it's Ana's favorite even though Ray and my parents will lose it if they find out. And yet Ana is already up peeling potatoes in the kitchen. It is freezing today yet my dad; Ray, Elliot and I are outside playing basketball. My grandfather says he's too old for that kind of idiocy.
In the last few days, we all helped Ray and Ana move into their new house, it's quite big for just the two of them. I got choked up when Ray showed me my room right next to Ana it's not a guest room it's mine. The downside is I have to share with Elliot if he's over as well. Of course, Mia had one as well and kept harping on about sleepovers.
Ray mostly bought it for the land and the outbuilding, as he wants to expand the workshop. The move went smoothly that was until we were locking up the old house when Carla showed up; she looked haggard, bags under her puffy eyes. I have to say I almost feel sorry for her, almost. Whatever she's going through is all of her own makings. Ray didn't even acknowledge her; we walked to the truck with last few boxes got in and drove off completely ignoring the crying and the begging. In the midst of all that I swear, I saw Mrs. Lincoln's car.
What Ray can't forgive is her callousness about taking Ana away. I have to admit Ana, and I are on the same page with Ray in that regard.
After stuffing our faces till we were all ready to bust we went to the living room to exchange presents, I have to admit I am mostly looking forward to this.
"Okay, Ana is this for you," I say handing her the envelope. Ana has been living here to make it easier for her during the move, so this is going to come as a real surprise.
"Oh my god, no way, seriously…when?"
"I take it you love it."
"My own library, of course, I love it."
"The books are from the whole family and Ray, and I built the shelving unit.
"Oh wow, everybody thank you," she says smiling widely.
"Okay Christian Merry Christmas." My mom says handing me a present. I tear off the wrapper and scream like a girl when I see a Nokia 5190.
"No way." I jump up and down like a complete idiot. "This is the best Christmas ever."
"I better have the same." Elliot bellows.
"Yes, there you go." My dad says.
Elliot and I are in the kitchen setting our phones up. I run upstairs and call Elliot.
"Hey, bro."
"It is soo brilliant. Give the phone to Ana."
"Hey, Ana."
"Hey Christian," she says giggling.
We spent most of the afternoon playing around on the phones; we stopped calling each other when my parents told us we'd pay for any bill over 20 dollars out of our own pockets. Mia disappears into her room to try on the mountain of clothes she got.
MAY 29TH 2011
"Remember the first time you got a phone." I crack up laughing at that.
"Yeah, Elliot and I behaved like complete idiots that day."
"When you compare it to the phones we have now. It was shit."
"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" I blurt out.
"Yes, it will be my pleasure." She giggles. The best sound in the world no matter how shit a day I was having hearing her giggle would always make me smile.
"Perfect, I will send you the details later." I drop her off at GEP and make my way to work, which is only a few floors up.
I make reservations for two at Canlis; I call Gail my housekeeper and tell what I want. I send Ana a text letting her know I will pick her up from Ray's at six thirty as her and Kate's' apartment is still not ready. I can't wait.
My morning is dragging, for once I have something to get home for and yet my morning doesn't seem to want to end.
My last meeting for the day finally ends; I call Taylor asking him to bring the car round. The man is a Godsend. When the media became interested in me, Ray recommended a few men to me I hired them all.
Ana also needed CPO as much as she hated the idea; she was associated with me and attracted media interest as much as I did. She soon got used to the idea, it was a lot easier for her because Sawyer was quite easy-going, got the job done without interfering too much in Ana's life.
I stop off at a flower shop to pick up two-dozen roses for Ana before heading home to get ready for my date.