I'm really sorry it's taken so long to update. My sister graduated from college and then we went on vacation in Barbados. It's been really hectic, so I wanted to give you guys a long chapter. Hope you like it! I'm going to hope that I am able to update every week. Please review! 3
Christian's POV
"I thought we can christen my second home" I whisper salaciously in her ear. Her breath quickly quickens and her eyes turn darker.
"I'd rather talk about the four humongous pictures you have of me in your office." She says regaining her poised attitude.
She looks so fucking adorable while chewing on her lip and a slight frown on her forehead. I wrap my arms her waist from behind while resting my chin in the crook of her neck. She smells heavenly. I rain kisses on her neck, earlobe, and jaw.
"Well, Anastasia, when I look at you or touch you or hear your majestic voice, all my anger and stress...disappears. I feel like all the weight has been lifted off my shoulders. You are the reason behind this goofy smile which has taken refuge on my face. You have any idea how many people have asked me if I were okay?" I finish with a sigh.
She turns around and puts her arms around my neck. A small smile is gracing her face, "Really? I think you look beautiful with a smile!" She says enthusiastically.
"No one has ever called me beautiful before." I say with disgust. She snickers.
"Okay. You look very handsome." She suggests. I crush her body into mine and inhale her heavenly scent.
"Did I tell you how much I have been wanting to be in you?" I ask. She looks at me through her long lashes and bites that motherfucking lip. I don't wait for her answer as I pounce on her, kissing and sucking her neck and mouth. I remove her flannel shirt and move my hands under her gray t-shirt.
"No, Christian. We can't do it right now in your office." She pants. I cease my actions and stare into her blue orbs.
"Why?" I ask softly.
"Because I want to christen my house which will soon be your second home." She explains. Oh. I like the sound to that. I suddenly turn around and start looking around for the files I need.
In the meantime, she puts her flannel back on and fixes her braid. I cannot wait to go home and be inside her.
She doesn't even need to touch me and I become hard as a rock. It's fucking creepy as all hell.
I go back and remember my conversation with Flynn before Ana and I started dating. Once I told him who I was talking about, he flipped out. He later explained to me that I was scared to be in a relationship because I have never been in one. Well, no shit Sherlock. But, he also egged me on to pursue Ana because I stopped participating in that lifestyle three years ago. So, either I pursue the woman of my dreams or go back to whipping brown haired women. The choice was simple: Anastasia.
I had zero interest in all my submissives. They were just a way of getting off steam after a long week.
All my subs had to fit a category: pale skin, height approximately 5'2 and 5'3, and brown hair. They were supposed to be at the penthouse from Friday night to Sunday evening, but they had to make themselves scarce. I've had 9 submissives from the age of 21, and never kissed them even once. Even if they were on birth control, I always used a condom. I didn't want to mark them or have any children with them. (Christian is 28 years old in the present.) Most of them wanted 'more' from me, but I didn't want more from anyone until I met Ana.
Ana, on the other hand, is the complete opposite of everything I found attractive? I don't even know the word that describes my feelings towards the submissives. Ana is tall and very outspoken. Although she has mahogany hair, her skin is not pale. She has light olive skin and dark blue eyes which captivate anyone who looks in them. Her lips are rosy pink, her nose...
"Hurry up, Grey!" I am taken out of my thoughts by a frustrated Ana, whose hands are on her hips.
"Sorry." I say while leaning down to peck her on the lips. I have not said that word to anyone but Ana and it will continue to be this way.
I grab her hand and we head out. I open the door and let Ana out before me. Right then, I hear a loud scream and on instinct, step in front of Ana. Even Ana seems scared because she has a firm grip on my bicep.
I notice a very pale and shocked looking Ros. Her fucking hands are shaking! SHAKING! What the fuck?
"What the fuck, Ros?!" I scream. Olivia and Andrea visibly blanch.
"Oh my GAWD!" Ros says god in a over exaggerated manner. "I'm such a big fan of yours. My wife and I went on your concert in Madrid, and we instantly fell in love with you. You are a one of a kind performer our world has. I love you sooooo much." She babbles and I roll my eyes. She turns around to where Taylor, Sawyer, Andrea, and Olivia are standing and starts fucking talking again. "I mean, imagine our Taylor dancing in 5 inch heels while delivering a mind blowing vocal performance. Not possible. Right?" She asks everyone present. "But, THE Anastasia Rose Steele CAN DO IT!" She exclaims. Sawyer hides his laugh with a cough, but Taylor looks murderous.
Now, many of my executive employs have started gathering around the foyer and are watching the show. Ana is amused since I see a hint of a smile gracing her rosy, plump lips. I have the sudden urge to kiss her, so I do.
As my lips touch Anastasia's lips, Ros pushes me away by my forearms. She knows where the green areas are, but WHAT THE FUCK! "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" I roar. This time, Ros also blanches and she is never scared by me.
"You were about to kiss her." She explains softly.
"Yes! Because she's my girlfriend." I tell her in a calm voice. I'm feeling the complete opposite on the inside.
Ros turns pale and her mouth pops open. "Wha…" She is flabbergasted.
"Sir, permission to speak freely?" Taylor asks. I nod.
"Have you been living under a fucking rock Ms. Bailey? Every single newspaper and news station has been blowing up with Ms. Steele and Mr. Grey's relationship news. And, should I remind you that you have a wife at home waiting for you. Therefore, you should not be eyeing your boss' girlfriend or any girl." Taylor finishes with a flourish.
I nod in consent and grab Ana's hand, leading her to the elevator.
"Wait." She tells me. I stop and watch her walk back to Ros to give her a hug.
"It was nice meeting you, Ros." She ends it by kissing Ros on the cheek.
She's mine! Why is she kissing Ros?
I look closely and observe Ros' face. Her eyes are closed and her hand is covering the cheek Ana kissed. Her mouth is open like a fish out of water.
"Bye." Ana says and drags me out.
I know i'm sulking, but I don't care right now. The elevator doors close, but I don't look in Ana's direction.
She comes and stands in front of me. "Are you jealous of a woman, Mr. Grey?" She asks.
"No, of course not." I remark sarcastically.
"Come on Christian. I'm only interested in you." She says poking my chest. "You are my everything, but if you cheat on me…" I stop her with a kiss.
"Baby, cheating on you is like trading my Lambo for a Kia. I. Love. You. And. Only. You."
"Good answer." She replies.
Now, let's get home, so I could worship your beautiful body. I think in my mind.
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APOV
We're cuddling in bed after an intense episode of lovemaking. My head is on Christian's chest, our legs tangled together, and his arms around me. Even though I am surrounded by a peaceful atmosphere, I can't prevent these alien feelings bubbling inside of me.
Christian has been so forthcoming in all of his past issues and his entire history, but I have not told him everything about me. I need to change that right now.
"What are you thinking about?" He asks me breaking me from my thoughts.
"You do know that Ray and Kareena are not my biological parents, right?" I start.
"Mmmhmm." Is his response.
"Well, I've also had a dark past before Ray and Kareena adopted me…"
"Ana, you don't need to tell me anything." I shush him by placing my index finger on his lips.
"No. You've told me everything and I haven't. Please just let me get through this." I plead.
He simply kisses me, "Sure, baby. I love you." He mumbles in my hair.
I take a deep breath and begin my story.
"I was born to Carla and Karanveer Randhawa on February 6, 1988. My biological father was Indian, my biological mother was British. My Dad died seven days after I was born in a car accident. He was coming to meet me at the hospital because I had to stay there for a longer period of time. I was a premature baby. He only held me once and I have zero memory of it." I sniffle.
I don't even remember when I started crying, but Christian leans down and kisses the tears that had fallen down my cheek away.
"After my dad passed away, Carla found her relief in drugs. She took drugs and consumed alcohol every day. I was like… a reminder for her of my dad. She hated me. Simple as that. I wouldn't get three meals a day; I barely got one." I scoff. "I used to wear old clothes that were too small and only had this one blanket that I still have till today."
"One day, she brought home this man…" I still have nightmares because of him. I shudder at the thought of him and snuggle deeper into Christian. "His name was Stephen Morton. He… used to touch me in the wrong way." I say in one breath.
I feel Christian turn still as a stone beside me and his hands are gripping my waist so tightly that I see his knuckles turning white.
I place a soft kiss on his heart and lay my head on his chest so I can listen to his heart beating rapidly.
"Even though I was only four, I knew something was wrong in the way he was touching me. You see, I have always been smart." I say jokingly. "Just kidding." I say when Christian gives me his signature glare. He looks really hot when he glares at someone; hotter than he usually is. I shake my head to get back to the conversation.
"Anyway, Stephen and Carla got married a few days after he came to live with us. Then, one day, I remember Stephen coming home, while I was coloring my favorite Ariel coloring book, and he slapped me across the face. For no reason. He repeatedly kept slapping me, punching me, and he also took off his belt. He hit me six times with his brown leather belt." I will never forget the physical and emotional pain I went through that day. I suddenly feel goosebumps on my arms from the recollection of Morton.
"When did you meet Ray?" He finally asks.
"He was the best friend of my biological dad and my godfather, so he came over to the house one day with Kareena." I quickly dash away the tears that are falling down in rapid speed. Why am I crying? I've been through this. IT IS OVER.
"I was told to hide in a closet if anyone came, but I had no idea that there was someone in the house that day, so I went into the dining room. Ray, Kareena, Carla and Stephen were sitting there looking at me. When Ray broke out of his trance of meeting his best friend/brother's daughter, he noticed the bruises on my body. He pulled me close and started examining me. Kareena then asked me in the most angelic voice ever, 'Who did this to you?' I felt this weird connection with them. They were so loving and caring and their touch was so tender. Without any hesitation, I pointed towards Stephen and Carla." I take a deep breath and continue.
"I remember a little bit of Carla and Morton begging Ray to not call the authorities, but Dad called them anyway. I stayed in Kareena's arms the entire time the police was arresting Carla and Stephen. When they were taking them away, I called out the officer that was taking Carla away, and told him that Carla did not hit me, it was just 'that guy'. I swear, I earned my ticket to heaven that very moment." I chuckle.
"What happened to that fucker Morton?" Christian grits out.
"He was killed in his jail cell by his fellow inmates." Christian looks confused.
"You see my dad and Carrick are lawyers, so they leaked the news that Morton used to beat up a four year old girl. I found that out like two years ago." I explain.
I glance up at Christian and he is just staring at me in awe.
"What?" I ask.
"You are so optimistic and full of life, even after you went through something of that magnitude. How did you not let that nightmare affect your daily life? My life has been absolutely controlled by my crack whore of a mother." He scoffs.
"Hey! Don't think like that. I chose to look at the positive side that came out of that whole ordeal. I got wonderful parents, a loving brother, a career which I only dreamt of, and a boyfriend who loves me so much!" I end with a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "You have the same results as me, but it just took you a while to figure it out. Our families love us, I love you, and hopefully you love me." I further explain.
In one swoop, Christian pushes me under him and climbs on top of me. "What are you doing?" I breathe out.
"Loving you." He mumbles against my lips. "I. Love. You. More. Than. Anything. In. The. Whole. Wide. World." He says in between kisses on my neck, jaw, and face.
"I love you too." I moan out when he pushes his erection into me.
"Anastasia!" He groans out, pushing in and out of me in a slow, torturous speed.
I place my hands on his biceps and start kissing and biting his neck.
"Go faster!" I yell in his neck.
"No, I want this slow. I want to feel all of you." He nips my earlobe.
With every thrust, I feel Christian and my bond grow stronger.
I snake my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply when I feel myself coming closer to my release.
"Ah… Christian!" I moan.
"Let go, baby. Come for me." He whispers salaciously in my ear.
"Shit! AHHHH!" I scream, but my screams are muffled by Christian's hot kisses. He picks up his pace a little and comes with a roar.
We just lie in bed staring at the city skyline and the gloomy weather. His front is to my back.
"I'm going to move my headquarter from Los Angeles to Seattle." I share my plan with Christian.
"Are you sure?" He looks very serious. He's in his CEO mode.
"One hundred percent. I want to be closer to you and my family. I've already missed a lot in life." I explain. He nods in understanding and kisses me.
"Let's go make dinner." I order and climb out of bed. I go to my closet and pick out a dark gray pajama set. It's actually shorts (Really, really short shorts!) and a loose cami set. The cami has very little stars painted on it and shows a lot of skin. The shorts? Well, they leave very little to imagination.
When I go outside, there is no one on the bed. "Christian?!" I call out. No answer.
I head to the kitchen, "Christian! Where are y...! AAAAHHHHHH!" I shriek and scream at the same time when someone picks me up bridal style. I writhe and protest in this strangers arms… only to realize it is Christian. Ugh!
His large hand is covering my mouth, so I squint my eyes to convey my message of 'You are about to die soon!'
Instead, he grins back at me and blows raspberries on my neck. I splutter my annoyance, but I cannot stop laughing from his kisses.
Finally, he puts me down… only to pick me up again and spin me around in circles.
"I'm going to throw up on you." I manage to breathe out between my laughter.
That makes him out me down in no time. I turn around to have a full fledged fight, but my plan is aborted when I notice Christian wearing only his pajama bottoms that hang low on his hips.
"Give me some food, wench!" He playfully smacks my behind and walks over to the kitchen.
"You know, I have a lot of padding on my behind, so I didn't really feel it." I point out during my search for ingredients in the fridge with a smirk. "Is macaroni and cheese okay?" I ask.
He just stares at me and nods. "I love mac'n'cheese. It's my favorite dish." I am flabbergasted. Christian Grey, the CEO loves a food which is enjoyed by toddlers and kids.
"Nice. Ever had it with Spam?" I question.
"What's Spam?" He asks.
"I'm just going to let you taste it." I offer. I don't even know what's in it. I just eat it. This is the only food I like Spam in, because it's way too salty for me, and because I cannot eat it raw.
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"That was amazing!" Christian exclaims sitting down on one of the plush, oversized couches in the media room.
"Did you like your dinner?" I ask knowing the answer.
"Like? I loved it." He says in his deep voice.
"Good." I murmur and settle next to him.
"Ana, when did you lose your virginity?" He asks abruptly. I choke on the sip of water I was taking and stare at Christian.
"Why?" I dare to ask.
"Because, I told you everything about my past, and I want to everything about you." He stretches the words: everything and you.
"O-kay. I lost my virginity to someone who I thought was my boyfriend in college at the age of 21." I explain looking him dead in the eye.
"How many men have you had sex with?" He literally forces these words of his mouth.
"I don't know!" I splutter out in shock.
"You don't know!" He bellows. Luke barges in the media room with his hand on his gun. I flick my wrist to indicate that everything is fine. He retreats with a smirk. He heard the conversation. Bastard.
"It's called a JOKE, Grey!" I bellow back.
"Do not joke about things like that, Anastasia!" He bites back.
"Okay… okay. Calm down." I simmer down. "4." I simply say.
"What?" He asks bemused.
"I've had sexual relations with F.O.U.R. men. You know the number four." I say as if I am explaining to a child; also holding up four fingers.
Oh shit! Run, Steele! My subconscious screams at me.
Christian's hands are balled up at his side, his knuckles are white from the pressure he is exerting. His nose is flaring, the veins on his neck visible, and his jaw is twitching.
Think, Ana! I slowly crawl in his lap, watching each move; and settle down on his thighs. In return, his arms encircle my waist in a tight embrace. Very tight embrace.
We just stare into each other's eyes. Timid blues to solid grays. I watch his adam's apple move up and down while he takes a gulp.
"You are mine. I don't want to think about our pasts, but we both have one. But, I want you to know that my future is with you… only you. I pray to god, that you feel the same." He looks at me with an emotion I cannot place.
"I think the same, baby." I reply. He looks at me with amusement in his eyes.
"What?" I ask.
"You called me 'baby'." He answers.
I blush under his gaze and shrug my shoulders. He full on laughs at me and places his fingers under my chin to lift my face, so I am looking in his hypnotic gray eyes.
"How many women have you had sex with?" I ask.
"15." His answer is short and abrupt.
"How many were your submissives?" I ask.
"9. The rest were from different clubs." He explains with a cold demeanor. Why am I jealous?
I don't know! I don't give a shit! I AM JEALOUS!
No shame, Annie. You have the right to be jealous. Look at the ratio: 4 to 15! My inner goddess cheers me on with her six inch spiked Louboutins.
Deep down, I know i'm overreacting, but my reaction is justified compared to Christian's.
I get up from his lap abruptly and head to the kitchen for a cup of tea.
"Ana!" He screams for me from the chair, but I keep walking to the kitchen.
I hear his footsteps catching up to me, so I start walking faster. Why am I mad at him again? Oh yeah, he has slept with 15 women, but got mad when I told him that I had sex with 4 men! Asshole. Hypocritical piece of…
"Anastasia!" He tries again.
"What, Christian?" I ask rolling my eyes. All of a sudden, my hand is in Christian's and we're going up the stairs.
"Stop, Christian." I whine.
He stops when we have reached the foot of my bed. I scowl at him and cross my arms on my chest.
We have a staredown for about a minute and 12 seconds. (Yes, I was counting.)
Reality slowly dawns on me and the adrenaline washes away… I'm such a brat.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." I say flustered and ashamed of my behavior.
He pulls me in an embrace which reminds me the impact i've had on Christian's life. I am the only one who is capable of touching his chest without causing him any pain. I am the ONLY one he's ever declared his love for. Love. He loves me and I love him.
We've both had such an significant impact in each other's life. We love each other.
Our pasts should not affect our present and future.
I nuzzle my way deeper into Christian's neck and encircle my arms around his waist.
"I'm sorry, I acted all bratty and irrational. I don't want our past to create any problems for our future." I say softly looking in his stormy, gray eyes.
"Me neither." He kisses me softly on the lips.
Out of nowhere, I yawn and feel terribly tired.
"Come, let's get you in bed." He orders and slaps my behind.
"Hey!" I admonish.
He pulls back the covers and I snuggle in the warm, fuzzy, and soft blankets and sheets. I feel the bed dip behind me and then feel two arms snaking around my waist, pulling me close to Christian's body.
He moves the few strands of hair from my neck and bites the flesh, before muttering good night.
"I love you." I whisper falling into deep sleep.
"I love you too, baby." These are the last words I hear before I fall into peaceful bliss.
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