Pa'far chp04
The Valentine dance at the Seattle Eastern slope country club:
The club is cheesy decorated for Cupid. We are here, under protest. It's a family Charity event, dear to Graces heart. Pediatric Cancer fund raiser for the Hospital. Dressed to the nine's, I'm in an incredibly uncomfortable gown; backless, braless, thong chaffing. Mia insisted I wear it. Chris is in a tux. Sharp and manly.
I whirl graceful about the floor, Chris is magic to my usually clumsy self. I feel his heartbeat, heat of his touch to my skin. At least I get to sleep over at the Grey Manor with him, the price for attending. I marvel at the grey eyes piercing me, to my soul.
c-pov
I watch the bright light of my life, staring into blue depth-less eyes. Basking in her love. Her sweet breath on my tongue. My finger begging to touch more of her skin, trailing my finger along her spine. Whispering sex-full teases into her edible ears. Letting my tongue trace her earlobes, neck, capturing her lips and tongue.
Letting the surround disappear to just her, us. I deep kiss her, claiming my girl in body, mind and soul.
"TAP, TAP" on my shoulder. I turn to Jack Hyde, the College freshman, last year's senior class Don Juan of Seattle Prep. I shake my head, ignoring the little shit.
"TAP, TAP! Manners Grey, I'm cutting in." Hyde smirks evilly at me. I turn to him, the evil in his eyes, his reputation for cruelty. "F #$&&*K manners! Leave us alone!" I snarly at him. He just waves about "Your showing your bastard roots, Grey! Now release the cunt, it my turn!"
"Hyde, I'm a woman, lady, lass, even girl. Chris? Enlighten him!" Anna coo's stroking my back.
Hyde thinks he's won. Till my fist connects with his solar-plex, followed by a knee to the sternum. Grabbing his tux and tail. I rush him across the dance floor, thru the French patio doors, smashing them to pieces, catapulting him off the patio into the heated pool.
Elliot is at my shoulder before the splash settles. "Good shot Bro"
Dad and Ray walk up, pat me on the shoulder. "Dramatic, but deserved. Everyone heard him insult Anna. The ladies are rallying around her in the lady's lounge. Let go talk to the host" Dad says. For the first time in a long while, Dad takes my side. Ray smirks at me. We walk to the host, president of the Club. Hyde's family is sneaking out. They're not well liked.
After the floor show, no one dares to cut in. rocking slowly out of tune to the music, just us. I sweep her in small circles. So close we merge into one. Her head in the crock of my neck. Licking and kissing me to joyful bliss.
"TAP, TAP!" again? I look up to Ray? "Time to head out guys." We follow the rest of the Grey's Chatting with Ray about the upcoming camping trip. We're going out on the Peninsula to a fishing stream just the four of us. Anna, me, Ray and Jacob, Anna god father. He's in town on leave from his brigade in Afghanistan.
Next morning: Grey Manor:
Apov
I wake early, my man is dead to the world. Worn him out, these long stretches without are hard on my poor man. I'm just so needy, ravish to have him. I do believe I'm addicted to his body and little Chris. I dress, pad down to the kitchen, to start breakfast. Walking in I find Grace sipping tea as muffins bake in the oven. I get a cup, dip the bag and have my weak tea. English breakfast. "Haaaa"
We stare at each other over the steaming mugs. I know she wants to say something. Several times we've arrived at this point, to both cowardly retreat. I see the pain and fear in her eyes, wondering if my eyes match hers?
"Anna, I have a lot of trouble we you two having sex, particularly at your age. I know you two will do "IT" even if we forbid it. but this is my house. I can't just allow this to continue."
"So, you're going to try and break us up?" I ask, steeling myself for the fight.
"No, you two are perfect together. Just the sex here in my house will stop" Grace says afraid
"Ok, I respect your right to control the behavior in your house. I also understand your concerns." I take a deep breath a jump off the cliff "I've understood from day one: yours's and dad's concern over our sex life. I've taken steps to remove that burden from you both."
She looks confused, at my statement, and my refusal to fight the argument. We knew this was coming. Now we will see if our plans are going to work. As Ray always say's cut bait or fish. Now it's are time to fish.
I see Christian and his dad walk into the kitchen. Rising I set my tea down, walk up to Chris. Kiss him. "It time; thank you all for your hospitality." Taking his hand, we retreat to his room.
Dressing, with little words said; we walk out to our new car, an Audi. Christian was so worried about my safety. We drive into town, making phone calls to our staff. We eat at IHOP then head to the courthouse, our lawyer meets us.
The judge's office is crammed with court case, files, files everywhere, not even a chair to sit in. Money makes a world of difference in the legal world. After fifteen minutes, it over. We are married, forever.
Walking out into the bright sunlight. We head to Boeing field; a chartered plane waits us. Lifting into the air, I cuddle into my husband's arms. secure in the knowledge that only death could part us now.
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R-pov
A knock on the door, a messenger hands me a legal notice. I start to dump it with the rest of the legal shit I get. Till I glance at the sender. Ripping cardboard, papers read, falling to the floor. I storm in rage to the Grey's
Elliot opens the door to my pounding. I find Carrick in the great room. Holding his copy of the legal proceeding the kids did this morning. My fist connects, followed by his. Till Sumter and crew separate us. The room is a shamble.
"What the F$%##%$%K did you do this morning to have the Kids ELOPE!" I rage.
"It's my fault, my fault again. I told them no more sex here. I told them they could still be a couple" Grace weeps in her daughters and son arms.
The rage leaves me, Anna! Too smart for her own good Anna. Carla is already on the warpath over the situation. Now their Eloping; will push her over the edge.
Everything this morning speaks of planning: The General's training is showing, her oldest Godfather; my mentor, patron, the general: he spent the last two years of his life fighting a losing battle with liver cancer: helping and training Anna to overcome #3 and move forward. Making her his sole heir; 50 million dollars and growing portfolio to a thirteen-year-old girl. The money and brains to forge Annie's dreams.
I sit as newly arrived lawyers arrive to explain what happened. Anna leveraged her wealth to get a friendly judge to allow the marriage, even at their age. All the paper "I" dotted and "t" crossed. Carrick can't find a way to void it. Grandpa T arrives with his wife; we miserably argue and weep over the kids' flight.
Looking back, I see we could have supported them better, been more open. More realistic. I grumble at my stupid thought she could out-grow the boy. I should have allowed them to use my house for sex. Should have done something to make them wait. Done anything to allow them to grow up.
Sumter's words smack me in the face. "maturity is about experience, not years." A both kids have way too much real, brutal experience in the world. They are much older than their years, Anna in particulate has been the adult since diapers. Carla was too flaky, a I was always gone.
Memories of five-year-old Anna making me pancakes and bacon, because Carla was to lazy to wake up. Of Anna at seven ironing my uniform, running the house. Because Carla was out partying, whoring around. I should have forced Carla to give me Anna in the divorce. Not joint custody after I rescued them from Morton.
I see Grace is hurting over her decision this morning. We are drinking, misery loves company. An everyone is miserable. We sit about the great room of Grey Manor, lost in our individual worries and regrets. It close to midnight when my cell phone rings. I see the unknown number. "hello?"
"hi, dad. you're at the Grey's? Put us on speaker." Annie speaks
"Hi everyone, where're safe. In a hotel in St. Augustine, Florida. We'll be back next Sunday. As the lawyers have explain, we are married. Moving into our own house. Finishing School, and going to college. We hope you guys can accept this? Us? So, we can be a family." Annie speaks, I bet she wrote it down beforehand.
"Christian, I'm sorry I caused you two to do this. I never meant to make you flee us again. I? I?" Grace breaks down. I feel her pain, a guilt.
"Mom, Dad, Ray this was always going to happen. We knew when we returned. You guys would be adults and treat us like kids. For Elliot or Mia, it would have worked. But we've experienced too much been pushed too far.
Reality has pushed us too far, too deep, too scarred. We have the money, and brains to forge are own path. So, please don't feel guilt for being concerned parents. this is on us, solely on us." Christian says. I feel his words, realize they played us. Knew from the start; we would lay down rules they could never abide by.
"Chris, Annie? I understand. Your mother won't Annie. Your legal adults now. You have to handle her. Chris, I wish you all the luck dealing with Carla. I'm going home now. I hope to see you when you return. My house is always open to you both." I hand the phone to Carrick. And go home
Later:
Alone in my room, I pound the walls till plaster cloaks me in fog. Letting my angst and failures as a parent, father out in a destructive way. I can't punch any more, can't make the world right again. I can't take the isolation of the house. I brush off the dust and head out searching for a bar, still open or soon to open.
Hours later:
I find myself seat on the Great White Fleet Pier. Staring out into the brightening light of a new day. A new day as a failure. An empty bottle of JD at my feet, a second half gone in my hand. My eyes red from drink and tears. I've lost everything again. how do I go on?
An emotionally shocking hand touches my shoulder. Looking up into deepest soulful brown eyes. She reaches in and grabs my soul, see all my secrets, fears, dreams. The most beautiful woman, long brown hair, petite happy face, a smirking nearly perfect copy of Annie or Carla. Except her eyes brown, speaking volumes of experience. Old soul my mother would have said.
She takes the bottle, tossing it over the rail. Taking my hand, she leads me down the road to a café. Over coffee, on a tourist pier bench looking out over the Sound. The early morning ferries and cargo boats slip by. She coach's me to unburden my life. We talk, I weep, confess and just unburden my soul.
Later in her bed, she cradles my fragile battered soul, and broken body. Nursing me back to health with unconditional love. Days later I emerge from her shower. Ready to restart my life. I take this fantastic lady in my arms. Kissing her sweet passionate lips. We head out to the world.
Tomorrow the kids return. Tomorrow they meet their future mother-in-law. I stroke her ass getting her in the car. The delightful widowed Mrs. Morris, her only relative is her younger brother, an army ranger. I can relate. She is everything I ever dreamed and then some.
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Carla -pov
My spoiled little brat, why can't she be what I always wanted her to be, a proper lady. Marrying wealth and status. Now she run off and eloped with the Grey boy. I mean his family is high society, but he's the son of crack whore. No matter what he does in his life, that will always be the first page of the Christian Grey history.
Ray is no help or Bob. They both think the Greys will curb my social ambitions. But it doesn't. I want, need to be the center of the circle. The queen bee I want no co-chair of my reign. I pout looking for something, anything to break up the kids. I had the perfect boy picked out for her. How does she repay me, kicking him in the balls? Now the Clayton's have blackballed me.
Easter is soon here, I will make a move. Use Christian's drug and alcoholic past against him. Yes, Judge Warren has been listening to my pleas. I can get them drug tested, making sure they fail. That should annul the marriage. Just hope she not pregnant already, well that what abortions are for.
I fume out my window at Lake Washington. Planning my rise to power. How to break my willful rebellious daughter.
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A-pov
I lay in my husband's arms, happy and content. We are returning to Seattle and our house in the Medina section of Bellevue. Nice little 6 bedrooms, eight baths. Lap pool and gym. Plus are new housekeeper Mrs. Daniels.
The plane is floating thru the clouds. I just let my man carry me. our plans have come to fruitarian sooner than I thought. But that's life. We are moving forward in our dreams. Christian has already craved out a chunky of my inheritance to start his dream company. Already he's tripled the seed money, at this rate he'll be a billionaire by college graduation.
Mom is my only worry at present. Her unbridled lust for social prestige is annoying. I just wish Carla could be normal, a mother. Something she's never been able to do. I sigh letting the worry escape. That shits for tomorrow. Today is Grey's and Dad. dad and his new girlfriend. The Background check is very weird. Most is blacked outed. Today is the start of our new live, a nothing is going to stop us.
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Carrick -pov
I reread the Damm papers again, no loop holes, no way to break the marriage. I look at the photo on my desk from Day after thanksgiving. We threw a pool party, Anna is riding Christians back, her hands on his chest. Laughing, both laughing. In love and oblivious to the world about it.
I sip my whiskey, remembering the bitch's face as my fist connect with it. holding Christian Letterman jacket in her torture chamber. Lucky for her I brought the police. She never made it to court. The other females in jail killed her sick ass. I sip think on the women problems I'm having
One, Grace thinks she's to blame for all this shit. No matter how much I tell her, love her, or just lay down the law. She still feels guilty.
Two, Carla social whore of the century. Is upset about Christian past before the adaptation. Well that ship has sailed. Christian is a good person at heart and loving caring son. Her judge shopping is going nowhere fast.
Third, Sarah Anna Jerking's, social worker: social welfare assigned her to the kids. Is already making noise. The prissy little bitch is anti-teen sex, anti-rich and worse of all anti-us
She is proving the most annoying. Wanting to press charges against Christian for statutory rape, us as unfit parents for allowing them to have sex under our roof, and not the least allowing their marriage. She's been to court four time this week to annul the marriage. But Anna's lawyers plus me have shot her down repeatedly. Like I'd let her destroy my children. "T" Romeo & Juliet reference haunts me. They would carry it out I have no doubt.
I sip my whiskey, fourth on the list is Anastasia Rose Grey, my newly minted daughter-in-law. How do I mend the rifts, how do I reform the family? I do I deal with all this shit. I look out the window into the garden, the kids will have to bent to the family. They have too.
God, all those missed opportunities to heal Christian, all those wasted times, I should have just hugged him till he accepted our love. I stare at the picture on my desk, he is healed, Anna healed him, he healed her. Together they did what the families couldn't. The whiskey decanter is nearly empty.
I sip my whiskey. Grace walks in and cuddles into me. I can't do any of these things alone. We can success at everything. Together, we can do anything. I kiss my wife. Later today we see the kids, at their house.