Kate's POV

Ch. 7

My days had become so busy I didn't have much time to dwell on the present status of my life. I was working double time, arriving sometimes as early as 6AM and not getting home until after 8PM. I was grateful for the long days. It kept me busy and focused on everything besides myself. After the disastrous confrontation Ana decided to get away to Georgia and spend some time with her Mom and her new husband Bob. She had been there for about a week and I missed her terribly. Well, I missed everyone right now. I was so lonely. Of course Ethan was here, but we barely saw each other, he was working nights and spent his days sleeping. I had a strong suspicion he was also spending his free time with Mr. Moneybags little sister Mia. I frowned at the thought, shaking my head I dismissed the whole thing. If my brother and best friend wanted to have relations with the Grey family, fine, but I wasn't going there. I wish I was. My thoughts were turning on me.

Another long week of work was over. I nearly fell into the front door from exhaustion. I tossed my bags towards the vicinity of the closet and slumped into the nearest chair. I didn't even have the strength to remove my coat and boots. I could fall asleep right here in this chair. As I was dozing my phone began to dance and bounce from the force of the vibration in my pocket. Reluctantly I reached in and pulled it out. It was a text message from Elliot. Just checking on you, it read simply. I replied back that I was still alive before I flicked the phone off and laid it face down on the coffee table. Tipping my head back against the plush pillows of the chair I fell asleep.

My sleep was interrupted by a loud, relentless banging on the door. I yawned, stretched and peeled myself out of the Lazy Boy. I was drenched in sweat from sleeping fully clothed. I opened the door without so much as asking who it was and was simultaneously rubbing my eyes and covering a yawn when I was nearly knocked over by Jose. He came barreling into the apartment his eyes wild.

"What the hell, Jose", I protested rubbing the arm that he had nearly taken off.

He embraced me in a huge hug, lifting me off the floor and swinging me around a bit.

"I have been calling you and Ana for days, he began, clearly exasperated, are you guys ignoring me, tell me what did I do, is Ana still mad at me about the bar thing"?

Jose was talking so fast, and stringing so many sentences together at once, I couldn't keep up. At one point he lapsed into Spanish and I just burst out laughing. He was so cute, clad in a pair of brown well fitted cords a cream thick cable knit sweater and a heavy pair of boots.

"Jose, I nearly yelled, interrupting his tyrant, I don't speak Spanish, Ana is fine, I am fine, okay".

He turned to look at me and scowled. I'm sure he was wondering why I was dressed in so many clothes so early in the morning on a Saturday. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and his dark curls were clinging to his head. He was actually looking kind of sexy. My face flushed at the thought, my hormones were in over drive. I turned away from him, removing my coat as I did and headed into the kitchen. I busied myself making coffee while he reacquainted himself with the apartment.

Jose was finally gone after I had to tell him over and over that I really was fine and promised him that I would tell Ana to get in touch with him sooner than later. My boots and socks were finally off and I was reclining on the sofa with my laptop on my stomach investigating Mr. Christian Grey. I couldn't find anything on this man, there wasn't even a photo of him with a woman. Interestingly enough there was one of him and Ana from graduation. I flipped the laptop closed and dragged myself through the apartment and into my bathroom. I was in dire need of a shower. I turned the water on so that it could warm up while I searched the apartment for something comfortable to put on. My eyes fell on my break up pajamas and I lunged for them as if they were my salvation.

That shower had been just what the doctor ordered. I was feeling revitalized in my baggy pajamas. My still damp hair had been tossed up into a loose bun. I was enjoying a rerun of Felicity on TV when again I was interrupted by loud banging on my door. Is it a full moon, I thought to myself as I again hauled myself to the door and flung it open without a thought. It was Elliott, standing outside my door looking like a Greek God and I was in my break up pajamas. It just wasn't my day. I growled and walked away from the door without a greeting or an invitation. Of course Elliott followed me in; I heard the door close behind him. I reclaimed my seat on the couch and fixed my eyes on the screen. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Elliott removed his blazer and hung it on the back of a chair. Why did he have to be so darn cute? I felt my insides melt just knowing that he was in the same room with me. He very casually sat down next to me without a word. Reaching down, he pulled my feet into his lap, pulled off my socks and began to massage my feet.

He was massaging my feet. What the hell? I continued to watch TV as if he wasn't there, as if he wasn't massaging my feet and as if the fact that he was here and massaging my feet weren't turning me on like crazy. His hands were moving up my legs now, assaulting my calf muscles that I hadn't realized were so tight. Still my eyes remained fixated on the screen and no words were shared between us. Higher still his hands climbed and he was now massing my thighs over the thin material of my pajamas. My legs betrayed me when they slowly began to part, offering up my most sensitive possession. Elliot ignored my offering and instead began a very slow circular assault on my abdomen. It was barely there, no more than what looked like bloating and I was entering into my second trimester. He lifted my pajama shirt, dipped his head and planted a soft kiss right there on my navel. I dipped off the couch and was appalled at the moan that escaped my lips. When he began to massage my breasts, I began to quietly beg him to just get on with it. I was so aroused, I felt like I was crawling out of my own skin.

"Please Elliott", I began slowly coming to life. I turned away from the TV and came face to face with those piercing green eyes. He closed in the gap and our lips met. He nipped the outer edges of my lips before dipping his warm tongue into my mouth. I was now shamelessly writhing beneath him. I wished he would just rip my pajamas off and do me right here on the couch. His lips turned their attention to my neck. He knew me well. I nearly climaxed as he assaulted me with the skill of his lips and tongue on the tenderest part of my flesh. Again I begged, reaching for the hem of my shirt, I pulled it over my head quickly and easily leaving my breasts exposed as I was not wearing a bra. Elliott pulled away and looked at me. His face was heated and his eyes were filled with desire. He pulled his head down and his warm mouth found my already sensitive nipple. I bucked from the couch again, this time violently. He placed a strong hand on my torso to steady me and keep me in place. My free hand was vigorously trying to unbutton his dress shirt and remove the belt from his jeans. He trailed kisses from between my breasts down to my navel. I lifted my hips and allowed him to remove my bottoms and panties at the same time. He turned his attention to my pulsating vagina, kissing the outside of it and trailing his fingers through the small gathering of pubic hair. I couldn't take it anymore! His fingers found my clit and began to slowly brutally massage that as well. I pushed him back into a sitting position and mounted him. It was time for me to be in charge. I slipped his penis into my waiting vagina and began to move. His eyes rolled back and he gripped my hips almost painfully. I slid back and forth as slow as I could wanting him to feel the same torture that he had just bestowed upon me. Too soon, my climax was building, I wanted to torture Elliott but I was too far gone. I gripped his shoulders and pushed my pelvis into his riding out my orgasm with gritted teeth. He came soon after, clutching me as if I was a life raft, slowly he relaxed and looked up at me.

"Hi", I said all of a sudden overcome with shyness.

"Hi", he answered, before pulling me close and covering my mouth with his. It was a sweet kiss, filled with a tenderness that I hadn't ever felt before. I ended it with a trail of kisses across his face. Rising off of him, I turned away as he pulled his pants over his hips and buckled his belt. He had started to button his shirt when I remembered that I was completely nude and reached for the throw to cover myself. I sat back down next to him on the couch encased in the blanket. We sat there in complete silence for what seemed like forever, before we both began to talk at the same time. That made us giggle and Elliott reached for my hand and brought my knuckles up to his lips for a kiss.

"Kate, he said, his face had gone all serious, I'm really sorry for being such a jerk, it just made me so angry that you couldn't trust me with something like this, how could you think so little of my character?"

His words brought tears to my eyes and I felt immediate shame. I had dismissed his feelings because I was trying to protect my own.

"I'm sorry", I responded, my eyes clouded with tears. He brushed them away with the pad of his thumb and released my now dry hair from its bun and pulled me into a hug, kissing my hair and cradling me against his chest. We sat that way for a long time and I was lulled to sleep listening to the beating of his heart.

I awoke with a start, my head cradled in Elliot's lap. He was asleep; I could hear him snoring softly. I stood up, padded quietly into the bathroom and jumped into the shower without waiting for it to heat up. I washed quickly and got out covering myself with the white fluffy robe that hung from a hook behind the door. Checking myself in the mirror, I brushed my hair out and let it hang down my back. After brushing my teeth I returned to the couch where Elliott was still snoring softly. I was reclined against him nibbling a cold slice of pizza when he finally woke up. He smiled at me and glanced at his iphone. "I have to go, he said as he kissed my forehead and pulled on his blazer, I'll call you tomorrow". I walked him to the door and then fell against it as soon as he was gone. I blew out a long breath. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. For the first time in a long time I was smiling and it wasn't forced. With a little pep in my step, I returned to my perch on the sofa and finished my pizza.

Ana had returned from Georgia. Today we were going shopping to buy clothing for my growing belly. I was super excited. I had not spent time with Ana in a very long time. She had pretty much moved out of the apartment, although all of her possessions still remained in her room. I'm sure she didn't need any of that stuff when she was with Mr. Moneybags. She arrived right on time, dressed simply in jeans a black sweater and black converse. I hugged her around the neck as soon as she entered into the apartment. We were hugging and jumping around the apartment like a couple of crazies when a guy with a buzz coat in a suit cleared his throat from the doorway. I hadn't even seen him standing there.

"Who the hell is he", I asked incredulously?

"That's Taylor, Ana answered, dismissively, he is going to take us wherever we need to go today". I saw her eyes roll at that last statement and stifled a giggle.

"Look who's got a body guard", I teased her, watching as her face turned red. I knew that she was furious over this. Deciding to let her off the hook, I linked my arm in hers and pulled her from the apartment.

We dragged Taylor from store to store, trying on countless outfits and spending unnecessary amounts of time in the dressing room mirrors admiring our physiques just to annoy him. His face never changed, which only caused us to try harder to crack his demeanor. We had turned into a couple of giggling high school girls. We were upstairs trying on hats in Neiman Marcus when Taylor finally broke his code of silence and approached Ana.

"Miss Steele, he began, we need to leave this store now". He didn't wait for her to answer before touching her elbow with the intention of leading her away from the store.

"What's the emergency", I shot at him annoyed that he was ruining my day with my friend.

"I will explain in the car", was his answer as he continued leading us both away from the store.

We were both safely tucked into the backseat of the Audi SUV before he offered a curt; there was threat in that store before pulling away from the parking spot. Back at my apartment Ana insisted on walking me up. I saw Taylor's jaw line stiffen before he reluctantly agreed with a nod of his head. We were both laughing as we entered into the apartment arms full of bags. The laughter quickly came to a halt as we were confronted with a brown haired girl standing across the room from us. She was unbelievably thin and wearing too big clothing. The most concerning thing was the huge gun she pointed directly at Ana.