Chapter 10 – Gramps Advice
Monday Morning
Christian POV
I have just dropped Ana off at work, although I am not happy about it. It seems she has morning sickness almost all of the time. I hate that she is having such a hard time and that she is so fucking stubborn. We argued about her going back to work last night until I snapped, pulled her over my knee, spanked her and then fucked her. Ironically, she got so turned on that she wanted me to fuck her again and we fell asleep both forgetting why we were arguing, until this morning when she woke up and was dressed for work before I was even out of bed. I was pissed. I am making Sawyer bring her home by three o'clock and told him he can carry her ass out of there if she gives him a hard time.
Yesterday I went fishing with my dad and Arthur. We had a good time relaxing and talking about GEH, my plans for the rest of the year and what projects I am looking at for 2012. My dad talked to me about slowing down, making the valid argument that I don't need any more money, but that is not the way I am programmed. I feel that I have taken my eye off the ball this pass five months and I need to get re-focused. We also talked about what Ana will be expected to do at Hyde's trial and if we need legal representation. My dad and I agreed that Ana and I should work with his partner Barton at some point.
Arthur is probably the most disciplined of the three dogs and my dad is flipping crazy about him. I am really glad I bought him this dog as they seem to be glued at the hip. I was pretty amazed when Arthur carried my dad's fishing poles perfectly and laid them into the boat for him. He is a great dog.
When we left last night, my dad handed me an envelope that came from McTiernan. It has his medical history and I guess other information. I haven't opened it yet, I will get around to, but right now I can't even bring myself to open the fucking thing. If it wasn't for Blip I wouldn't give a fuck what it said. My dad said he told McTiernan I wasn't interested in a relationship and that he understood. Good. I don't want to have to mentally deal with this guy. I wish I thought the crack whore never knew who she fucked- and that I was the bastard child I believed myself to be. I don't like thinking about having a connection to anyone else out there than the family I know and to my own child. This has fucked with my mind so much and I need to talk to John about this tomorrow.
Ana hung out with my mom and Mia yesterday while I was with my dad. She said my sister cried all day after being dumped by Ethan. Ana said they hung out in her room and Mia wanted to know what was wrong with her that she couldn't keep a guys interest. Ana suggested that Mia needs to have some interest, a job and maybe get out on her own. As it is now, she doesn't have any outside interest or a job and she tends to be too consumed in her relationships. It was a perfect set up for the conversation I plan to have with her today when she comes by GEH to interview her new security team.
Saturday evening we had dinner with Ros and Gwen and while we had a good time we left early because Ana was about to fall asleep in her dessert. The day before we had the company picnic and I have to admit it was a good time. Elliot and my parents came and I think my employees were all surprised I showed up this year. My softball team won after beating six other teams that were made up of the various departments. It was clear everyone wanted to take my team out and destroy us. Something about kicking the boss's ass appeals to the more competitive types. But, they should know I hate losing and I don't. So, we played for the championship against Ros and her handpicked team. We won 9-8 when Elliot hit a homerun and I was on second base allowing us to having the winning run. It was awesome. Ros protested that Elliot wasn't an employee of GEH so he shouldn't have been on our team. But I told her my company, my rules. We jumped up and down like it was the fucking World Series. There were about 1500 employees watching the game.
We held the picnic at a local park, closing it to the public. We had barbeque pit beef, a hamburger/ hot dog/sausage station, ribs and chicken, open bar and an ice cream station. There were two bands that played throughout the day and all sorts of competitions from a tug of war to sack races. I was badgered into doing the tug of war and again my employees were pretty shocked to see me having fun and participating. Ana egged me on. She was a huge hit. Every time I turned around different employees were seeking her out to talk to her and meet her. I was happy that one of the guys from product development won the Audi. His wife just had twins and he's a good guy. He was really pumped up. Ana drew his name out and I announced it. He ran up on the stage and hugged us both over and over again. If I had known this picnic was so much fun I might have gone in the past, but I don't know if I would have enjoyed it as much without Ana. Everything is so much better with her in my life. My parents had a good time and I know Taylor enjoyed himself as he put Sawyer in charge of security for the day and participated in all the events. He brought Gail and she was officially introduced as his girlfriend instead of Mr. Grey's housekeeper.
I wanted to bring Gramps to the picnic, but Grams has been really out of sorts lately so he bowed out. That worried me so on Saturday around lunchtime Ana and I went over to check on them. We pulled into the driveway and I was surprised to see Gramps out in front with a huge stack of firewood.
"What's going on Gramps?" Ana and I got out of the car. I could tell he was agitated. I didn't tell him we were stopping by. It was sort of a last minute decision. Ryan followed us in the SUV, but I drove my R8 because I have figured out that Ana likes it when we are alone in the car when possible.
"Christian and Ana, what a surprise. Everything okay?" Gramps shakes my hand and gives Ana a kiss.
"Yes, we are fine; I just thought we would come by and say hi. What's with all the wood in the driveway?"
"I ordered a cord of firewood for the fall and winter and the stupid son of a bitch dumped the entire load in the driveway. I told them to stack it in the back yard, but they just dumped it here and now I have to get it all back there." He points to the backyard. He has a pair of gloves on and a wheelbarrow is next to the wood. There is no way I am letting my 86 year old grandfather do this.
"Who did you order it from?" I am pissed off. Who does that? Dumps a stack of firewood off in the middle of the driveway? He tells me he already left a message and complained but he wants it moved and doesn't want to wait until they can come back in a few days. I can tell he is really irritated by this and probably feels it looks trashy just sitting in his driveway.
"Go on in the house Gramps. I got this."
"I will help you Christian," Ana puts her purse down.
"Ana, go inside and visit with Grams, you are not doing this." I turn around and whistle getting Ryan's attention as he is parked out in the street. After Ryan joined me, I insist that Gramps sit down and supervise from a folded up chair that I brought him from the garage. This was way too much work for a man his age, shit I was pretty tired and that was with Ryan's help. Thank fuck I just happened to stop by. It took Ryan and I about an hour to get all the wood out back and stacked neatly. When we finished I swept the driveway and hosed it down. Gramps is pretty picky about that sort of thing. I yelled at him for not calling me or Elliot in the first place but he just waved me off.
When we went inside I could tell by Ana's expression that Grams was not having a good day. The kitchen was a mess and Ana was cleaning it while she talked to Grams who was taking things out of the cupboard as fast as Ana could put stuff away. When we were on our honeymoon Gail came over to help them quite a bit, but since we have been back, she hasn't been there much. Adele, their housekeeper is still coming in each day so I was surprised to see how much clutter was lying around.
"She has been like this all week. Taking stuff out and leaving messes everywhere. I don't know what to do with her." Gramps whispered to me. He looked tired and worried.
"Grandma Trevelyan, would you do me a favor?" I heard Ana asking Grams. I looked over to see what was going on. Ana shrugs at me but puts her finger up telling me to just go with her on this. "I think this silverware drawer is missing some forks or something. Can you help me reorganize it to see what I am missing?" Ana took the drawer out and put it on the kitchen table. She took all the silverware out of their compartments and then placed one knife, fork and spoon in each compartment and then asked Grams to finish. It was exactly what was needed. It kept her busy for the next hour while Ana straightened up the kitchen and made us all lunch. She made us grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, cut up fruit, chips and lemonade and after lunch somehow convinced Grams to get dressed and cleaned up as she was still in her robe. Shit, is it like this all the time now? While Grams and Ana were in the back bedroom I confronted Gramps.
"Gramps, you can't do this on your own anymore. Please let me get you some live in help. How long has she been like this?" I haven't seen Grams since we got back from our honeymoon except at my parents house when we first got back, and she seemed fine then.
"The last two weeks have been hell Christian. She gets up at night all confused. She is losing everything and then accusing me or Adele of stealing it from her. Last night she told me that the little man took her purse. This morning she was good when she first woke up, we had coffee and cereal and then out of the blue she told me she had to get dressed to pick up Mike and Grace from school. Thank god we have Riley or I wouldn't even be able to go outside. I think your right. I hate to admit it, but I think we need some help over here. What should I do?" Gramps is looking at me for help. I tell him I will look into our options and have a solution in place by mid week.
"Are you still coming for our Monday lunch?" I am worried he will cancel and I thought I would tell him about the baby during our monthly luncheon.
"Well, if Adele is here and Grams is manageable, I will be there, but it's getting harder to leave her here." I nod letting him know I understand. I am pretty upset at the moment but try to hide it. I ask him what the doctors are saying and he sadly tells me that her dementia is progressing and there isn't much we can do.
I felt better when Ana brought Grams out a while later cleaned up and dressed. She looked more like herself. Ana had helped her fix her hair and actually got her to take a bath. Gramps was happy about this because she hasn't been bathing or taking care of herself.
"Ana, honey how did you get her to do that?" Gramps ask Ana. Clearly he has not been able to get through to her.
Ana said she found an outfit that looked almost new and told Grams how pretty the outfit was. "I told her I wish I could see it on her and that I bet it would look great with her hair coloring. When I told her that she said she would put it on for me but I told her she couldn't wear a pretty outfit like that without having a bath first. So she agreed to take a bath. She let me fill the tub and asked me to help her get in so she wouldn't fall and I stayed with her." Ana paused and took Gramps hand. "Gramps, I don't think she can do this by herself anymore and she might be embarrassed to have you help her. She seemed so grateful that I was there."
Grams came over to me as were talking quietly. She knew we were talking about her. "Carrick, what are you talking about?"
I didn't correct her. I wanted to yell that I am her grandson not her son-in-law but I just played along. "I was just telling Ana how nice you look in that outfit. Is it new?"
"Adelaide. that's Christian not Carrick." I could tell Gramps was frustrated with her. She looked up at me and then Ana.
"I know that. Ana is married to Christian. I know that Theo. How are you sweet boy? When are you going to make me a great grandmother? Are you giving my grandson lots of sex Ana?" Oh Christ. I can see Grams has completely lost her filter. Ana's face is bright red, but god I love her. She looked right at Grams and told her she was sure doing her best. "Good, because it would mean everything to me to still be here on this earth to hold my first great grandchild."
Ana looked at me and this wasn't how I planned to tell my grandparents. But she seemed to be with us in that moment and I didn't want to wait until it was too late for her to hear the news. Ana nodded at me, letting me know it was okay to tell her.
I took my Grandmother's hand and leaned down as though I was going to tell her a secret. "Okay Grams, I am going to tell you something but you can't tell anyone okay?" I am speaking loud enough so Gramps can hear but cupping my hand so Grams thinks she is the only one about to hear this message. "Do you promise not to tell anyone Grams?"
"I promise. Are you about to tell me a secret Christian?"
"I sure am. Ready?" She nodded and smiled. "You are going to be a great grandmother. Ana is going to have a baby."
"A baby? Oh isn't that something. A baby?" Grams burst into tears and then put her arms around me and cried.
"Why are you crying Grams?" I don't know what to do. I look over at Gramps and he is wiping his eyes too and reaches over and hugs Ana to congratulate her.
"I am crying because I want to remember you told me this great news and I am scared I will forget. I want to be here to hold my great grandchild. I am happy that I am still here to experience this great news." She reaches up and pulls my face down and gives me a tender kiss on the cheek. "Theo, Christian told me a secret, but I can't tell you." Gramps smiles and pretends he didn't hear what we discussed.
Gramps walked us out to the car and congratulated me. "It seems you owe me on a bet young man. We will talk more about this on Monday if I can still make our lunch." He winked at me and thanked me for putting his firewood away.
We drove back to Escala and we were both really quiet. Ana reached over in the car while I was driving and gently massaged my neck and played with my hair. "Christian, I would like to go over to your grandparents more often. I think the house is getting to be too much for them, but I know how you feel about them moving. So if they are going to stay there, we all need to do more." I nod.
Ana was amazing with Grams. I get sick to my stomach thinking about what lies ahead with my grandparents.
I am interrupted from my recollection of the weekend by Andrea who has knocked on the door with information in her hands. I motion for her to come in.
"Mr. Grey, I have the names of three companies that can provide live-in caregivers. There are two types of companies that do this sort of thing from my research. The first will introduce you to people that do this but they do not insure, bond or pay them, you would pay them direct and they are your employee. The other type of company bonds, insure and trains the caregivers and the caregivers work for the agency but they are more money. It is quite expensive. A live in caregiver, depending on the company can range from $300 to $500 a day." Andrea hands me the information she has gathered.
"Let's set up appointments for tomorrow at my grandparent's house. Pick two of the agencies that have the caregivers working for them. I don't care about the cost. Gramps won't care either. I will meet with them along with my grandfather. Thanks."
I call my mom and let her know what I have come up with and she arranges to clear her schedule as well. I take a deep breath and pray that this is the right thing to do.
Mia' POV
I am not happy that Christian has arranged for me to meet with him and interview my new security team at such a ridiculous hour. It is nine in the morning for Christ sake. He did this on purpose, so I would have to get up. I am in a hideous mood. Getting dumped by Ethan was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I thought we were heading in the right direction. I should have never slept with him. We dated most of the summer and we never had sex. He was always making excuses but last week right before the kidnapping he finally told me that he wanted to be with me, so we had sex and to be honest it was pretty boring. I don't think either of us enjoyed it that much and I thought afterwards that maybe we just didn't have a connection. But, I couldn't believe that he dumped me so soon after. It made me feel used. He tried to explain that he realized that we just didn't seem to be compatible and I deserved someone better bla bla bla. How awkward. We will have to still see each other because of Kate and Elliot, and he said he wanted to remain friends and all that shit. I don't care if I ever speak to him again. That bastard.
"Hi Andrea. Am I supposed to go into Christian's office or Taylors to interview?"
"Hi Mia, Mr. Grey is expecting you, go on in."
I walk in and Christian stands to greet me, ever the gentleman. He comes around his desk and gives me a hug. I just saw him yesterday. I am not in the mood to be all sunshine and chipper like usual.
"Hi. Are you interviewing with me. Why don't you just tell me who you want me to pick and get this over with?" I tell Christian. I know I sound bitchy but what does he expect. Maybe I should just move into a convent.
Christian sighs like he is frustrated with me. "No, I am not interviewing with you. Taylor has lined up the interviews and you will be using the conference room on the third floor. I told you, the selection is your call. The candidates have been vetted and now it's up to you. I know you don't want this, neither does Ana, but it is not an option." He stares at me and sits down at his desk. He leans back and I swear his eyes are penetrating right through me. This usually means he is about to lecture me. "Mia, its time you get serious about your life." Oh here we go again. My dad was on me yesterday about this, my mom last week, and now Christian.
"What Christian? What am I suppose to do to get serious? I dropped out of college. I don't have any idea what I want to do, I don't want to start my own business and I don't think you want to hire me, so what, what the hell does everyone think I should do?"
"It's not too late to go to back to college. You could enroll anywhere. But I think it would probably be a waste of time at this point. What interest you the most?" See he knows I wouldn't do well back at college. What is wrong with me? Why couldn't I just find a billionaire to support me? If I was Ana I wouldn't get out of bed until noon. I don't get why she works. I must be the laziest person in the world.
"Nothing interests me Christian. I don't want to be a slave to a kitchen and do catering or work at a restaurant. I don't want to work in some stupid retail job. I don't know what I want. I was listening to the radio on the way over here and the stupid female co-host on 107 FM is so lame. I thought I could do that. I could be a radio personality. But how would I even get started on something like that?"
Christian thinks about this for a few minutes. "Do you have an interest in radio broadcasting or are you just saying that to throw an idea out there."
"No I am interested. God knows I can talk and I am the social butterfly of the year. Look I almost have a full time job being on about five organizations and committees putting on events. I am connected with so many people in town and I know I should capitalize on my connections, but I just don't have any energy or desire to do much. My life is so boring right now even your security guys are going to feel bad for me." I cross my arms and Christian doesn't say anything for a few minutes.
"Look, Mia, I am not a job counselor or a shrink, but I think you should talk to one or the other or both." Christian stands up and comes around to stand in front of me. "I think you're depressed and honestly I bit in a rut. Why don't you talk to John Flynn or someone and see if you can get some direction. I have a job here that I think you might be a good match for, but I don't want to bring you in if you are going to fuck around and not take it seriously."
"Well first of all, I don't need a shrink, so drop that idea. But, do you think working for you would be a good idea? What is the job anyway?"
I tell her about the job opening for the director of my foundation. Mia would be great at the job it's just as Elliot pointed out, she is so unreliable.
"Hmmm, interesting. But, sounds a little boring. I think it would be better if you hired someone else." Christian doesn't say anything but just nods. "But, let's say I wanted to get a spot on a radio station, how would I go about that?"
"Well, you don't have any experience so you probably would have to sell yourself cheap and come up with an angle. Like Seattle's social connection or something. Why don't you think about it, come up with a proposal and I will have Chaz or Sam make some calls for you. But you have to come up with your own sell sheet on this Mia and show me you're serious before I am getting my guys here to make any calls on your behalf."
"I will think about it. Thanks. Anything else or can I go and meet my new babysitters." I stand up and walk towards the door.
"Did you drive your car today?" I nod. "Who followed you?" I tell Christian that Wilson has been on babysitting duty. "Okay, when you leave here can you take this paperwork to Elliot? He is working at my new place and he has to have this today." I roll my eyes because I don't want to have to drive all the way out to his new place. "You know Mia, how would you like to fucking walk wherever you need to go? I bought you the fucking car, the least you can do is a favor for me once in awhile. I fucking take up for you all the time when everyone else constantly tells me I spoil you. The one fucking time I ask for favor, you cop an attitude. I am one step away from showing you what it is like to have to do shit on your own." Shit, I have pissed Christian off and now he probably won't talk to me for a month. "We're done here Mia. I have work to do." He stares at me and I walk over and take the paperwork from his hands. He doesn't say anything and I leave without saying goodbye.
Gramps POV
I sure hope that I can enjoy my lunch with Christian today without worrying about Adelaide. She has really gotten worse. I was more than happy when Grace called me this morning to offer to sit with her mother so I could enjoy my time with Christian. He must have mentioned I was thinking of cancelling and she adjusted her schedule. So, Taylor has just picked me up and we are headed over to GEH.
"So Taylor, how is Christian doing since the Hyde episode? You think he has let it go?" I talk pretty freely with Taylor. He is always quite cautious with what he tells me, but he was pretty shook up with what he saw Christian do to Hyde, and we talked that night at the hospital about the whole damn mess.
"I think now that Mrs. Grey is doing better, he is okay. I don't think he ever felt bad about Hyde. In fact, I think he wishes he could have killed him and would have if he could have gotten away with it, or Elliot hadn't stopped him. No man should have to see their wife physically injured from another man's fist. You know he is out of his mind in love with her Mr. Trevelyan, so seeing her on the ground that day, well, it was hard on all of us." Taylor looks at me. I can only imagine.
"Yes well, it appears that it has all worked out okay. The trial for Hyde should be routine enough. Plenty of evidence. So, what has this meant for other risk and security? I imagine every nut job in the country now will be trying to get past you guys. Any threats?" I am trying to get a true handle on the situation. Mia called me crying this weekend and asked me to get Christian to back off on her security. Every damn one of them calls me when they want to get a message to Christian. It appears I am the only one he ever listens to.
"Yes, actually there have been, but I am sure he can fill you in on that. You know he doesn't want his family to worry about that stuff." Taylor tells me and I can tell he won't tell me more.
We arrive at GEH and I do my usual rounds. I talk to Sam to see how he is handling not being in charge anymore and chat with the new guy Chaz. He is top notch. I mosey around the merger department and learn that Christian is looking at buying another company dealing with metal and aluminum scraps. He has been trying to pick up one of those for the past two years. This company is located in Russia. I will have to ask him about that at lunch. I also discover that he is looking at an independent power company. Not sure what the hell that is about. After mergers I knock on Ros door and she gets up immediately to give me a hug and kiss. I like her. She is one tough cookie and smart as hell. She doesn't take any of Christian's nonsense. She fills me in on the deal in Taiwan and tells me she has been having a few problems with their government. I give her the name of law firm I know in Taiwan who might be able to help her out. I spent my career in acquisitions and mergers so I know who to call.
"Mr. Trevelyan, if we could get you out of retirement, we would all sleep better at night. You are amazing." I smile and actually blush I think. I wave her off and get up to find Christian. Of course I have to stop by Andrea's desk and flirt a bit. She is my favorite.
"There you are Mr. Trevelyan. Theo. I was just wondering where you were. How are you?" She comes over to give me a hug.
"Well, to be honest, I am broken hearted!" I wink at her and look over to see Christian putting his suit coat on.
"Why, what happened?" Andrea looks concerned.
"I heard you got yourself a fella now and I was hoping you were waiting on me." She looks over at my grandson like this is information I am not suppose to know, or perhap/s he isn't suppose to know. "I hear that a member on Christian's security team, Reynolds isn't it, has staked a claim on you." I smile and she looks embarrassed. "Well, is it true?"
"Gramps, maybe Andrea doesn't want to break your heart and answer that." Christian probably feels I am getting too personal with his employee. He looks at his pocket watch that I gave him. "Ready Gramps?" He has a box in his hands and we head down to the car.
We arrive at the Harbor Club and Gregory Phelan the general manager greets us and takes us to our usual table. We both stop along the way shaking hands with the people we know. Christian is inundated with inquiries about Ana as her attack and rescue of Mia was all over the news. I can see him bristle every time anyone asks. He hates sharing his personal life. We sit down and I order my scotch and to my surprise he orders one with me.
"What no pussy drink? What about your standard wine Christian?" He smiles.
"No, I thought I would join you for something stiffer Gramps." Ah, he has something on his mind.
"What's the matter son?" He grimaces and rubs his hands through his hair.
"Gramps, I have so much going on in my head right now I don't know what to do. I am so glad you could make our lunch today." I nod, giving him permission to talk.
For the next thirty minutes Christian tells me how he initially reacted to Ana's pregnancy and how he can't forgive himself. We talk it over. I want to break his neck, but I can see he really is remorseful and seems to be genuinely excited now. "So, what is the problem if she has forgiven you, forgive yourself and move on. Christian, make it up to her and move on. You screwed up, she has forgiven you and you can't make this right if you can't get past this."
"I know Gramps, I just feel like such a prick. I didn't want a child so soon, but now that I have accepted it, well, I am excited. But now, I am like secretly obsessed with wanting the baby to be a boy. I can't imagine how I will react if we find out the baby is a girl. Oh by the way, these are for you." He hands me a box and it is full of my favorite illegal Cuban cigars. "That is for predicting I would be a father before you turned 88. He smiles at me and I thank him.
"Christian, quit worrying about things you can't control. Sure you want a son, but guess what. Not a damn thing you can do about it now. "
He smiles and shakes his head. "Gramps, I need to talk to you about something else. You're the only person I can have this conversation with." I nod and tell him to go ahead. He tells me that his parents told him about his biological father being alive and well.
"What do you want to know Christian? How can I help?" He looks confused, an emotion he rarely shows.
"Not a damn thing. That's just it. I think Ana wants me to learn more or look into this. I can barely stand to think about it. Yes, I want to open the folder and know about my medical background and my heritage. But I don't want to meet this guy, know anything about him personally or ever talk to him. I know I don't. I am not bitter or anything, I just don't know where to put him in my life. I have parents and I don't have room for him. So why can't I sleep? Why is it on my mind? Why am I even telling you this?"
"Have you talked to your wife about this?"
"No. I don't want to burden her with this. Just you Gramps because I feel like if I talked to anyone else, they would be bothered by it. I almost talked to Elliot about it, but I thought, how would he feel if he thought I wanted to know if I had another brother. I wouldn't want to hurt him. Same with Dad and Mom. I guess I will talk to Dr. Flynn about it tomorrow, but I don't know, you know me better than anyone. So, what the hell is wrong with me?"
Poor kid, I can see that his knowing about this McTiernan's existence was not a good thing. God damn Carrick. I told him to burn that file years ago. "Let me ask you something. What's changed since finding out that you have a biological connection out there?" Christian looks at me like he isn't sure what I mean. "Do you feel more connected? Like you will be a better businessman, better husband, better son, father? What about knowing this person you have never met would make your life different. Do you love the dad you know?"
"Yes. I haven't always loved my dad. In fact there were times I wanted to walk away and never come back. But not because of him, because of me. It could have been any father in the world. I was just a miserable teenager and young adult. But, the older I get I realize my dad is a great guy. He put up with me when some men would have walked away. He loved me because he wanted to, not because he had to. He taught me right from wrong, still loved me when frankly Gramps, I didn't deserve his love. He is there for me no matter what." Christian looks down and wipes a tear from his eye. I don't say anything. He needs to work this out himself. "Yes, Gramps. I love my dad a lot. I think we are finely in a good place and I don't want to hurt him. And you know how close my mom and I are. In fact, my whole family, I can't stand the thought that somewhere out there others might want a piece of me. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Yes I do. Your mom worships you Christian. I have never seen two brothers as close as you and Elliot, and everyone knows your little sister owns you. Actually we need to discuss her. But, most importantly, your dad respects you. There is nothing better than earning another man's respect. Is there something you need from McTiernan that Carrick can't provide for you?"
"No, god no." He says this with conviction.
"Then will you take some advice from an old man?" Christian nods. "Let it go son. You are one of the most successful men in the world. McTiernan knows that. He has to sleep at night knowing another man mentored you, guided you and loved you to be the man you are. Instead of being angry with him for letting you go, thank him in your prayers every night. You are who you are because you are Christian Grey. Not Christian McTiernan. Christian McTiernan doesn't exist. The best gift you can give your wife and that baby is being proud of who you are. I know I sure am proud of you son. You're everything a grandfather could ask for. Let it go son. Let it go."
Ana's POV
I look at my watch at it is 1:30 already. Wow, being away from work for a week has made the day fly by. I felt miserable this morning, but now I feel really good. Too bad I am at work. I can't help but giggle out loud. Feeling good means sex! And damn it I am at work. We so need some playroom time. Christian has not been sleeping at night. I am so tired that I can't move, but I have woken up every night for the past week to an empty bed. I have heard him play the piano and found him in his office. I think finding out he has a father has messed with his head. I have not said much. He needs to decide on his own what he wants to do. He has been amazing though with me. Now that he is getting use to Blip, he couldn't be sweeter. I love him so much.
Hey, don't know if we can do anything about it right now, but Mr. Grey, I am feeling really good right now.
I press send and feel just slightly guilty for seducing my husband in the middle of the day. He probably is still with Gramps, but I just want to get him thinking.
I place several manuscripts in the decline pile and dig in my purse for something sweet. All of a sudden I am dying for a candy bar. A snickers. What? I don't even like snickers. I walk to the kitchen and find cookies and oh yum, Milky Way bars. This makes me smile thinking of Christian. He loves frozen Milky Way bars. I have a mouthful of cookies and two mini Milky Way bars in my hand and walk back to my office. I sit down and scream when I see Christian leaning against the wall smiling.
"What are you doing here? You scared me to pieces!"
"You said you were feeling good and you know what that means?" He has loosened his tie and has that whole sexy I am so going to fuck you look in his eye."
"I thought you were with Gramps?"
"I was. We were leaving the club when my wife sent me a text telling me she was feeling good, so I asked Taylor to drop me off here and take Gramps home."
"You didn't!" What did Gramps think?" I feel my face flush bright red. Christian tells his grandfather everything. Surely he didn't share this though. Oh my god I am dying here.
Christian smiles. "I told him my wife needed me. He asked me if you were okay and I said, yes better than okay as you haven't felt real good but today you were feeling good and that you needed me. He reached over shook my hand, winked at me and said it appeared I had a job to do and he would talk to me later. Taylor dropped me off and here I am baby." Christian shuts my door, walks over to my desk where I am sitting and whispers in my ear. "So, now that I am here, what do you need Mrs. Grey?" He strokes my collar bone and reaches down my dress and caresses my breast. Oh my god, if someone opens that door, I will die! But oh, his massaging my breast which feel really full, feels amazing.
I roll my head back giving him better access to my neck. "Christian, how was lunch with Gramps. And should you be here fondling my breast?"
I feel him smile against my neck. "Lunch with Gramps was great, I will fill you in later, just know, if Blip is a boy, he is Theodore Grey named after my hero. And yes, you are my wife, those tits belong to me, nice and full I might add and I can think of nothing better than taking you right now. So baby, you can bend over, you can sit on my lap or we can stand and slam, but I'm here, you feel good and I want inside of you." Christian is kissing my neck, and nibbles on my ear while caressing my nipples. He has now managed to get one of his hands underneath my bra and work his way down my belly with his other hand rubbing my stomach making me all gushy.
"What if someone walks in?" I can't believe I am going to cave in on this. Sex in my office. How unprofessional and I don't care one bit as he moves his way down my pants and into my panties.
"I told Hannah to hold your calls and that no one was to disturb us even if the building was on fire." He continues to kiss my neck and play with my breast and stomach finally making his way inside of my panties.
"Stand up Ana." I do as I am told. My back to his front. I feel his tongue in my ear, under my lobe and then he quickly turns me around to face him. He looks at me with those gorgeous grey eyes. "I am glad you're feeling good baby. Can I feel how good your feeling?" He has me seduced and all I can do is nod my head." He softly kisses my bottom lip and murmurs against my lip. "Let's remove your pants and panties shall we." Again, I can only nod. He keeps kissing me and our tongues are entwined in a mating dance. Slow and seductive. I reach down and feel that he has an enormous erection.
"Goodness, your one whole friction whistle is quite happy to see me." I murmur against his lips. He smiles.
"You remember the names from the game I see. Yes my pocket rocket wants your muff of love."
I giggle. "My what?"
"Oh baby, next time we see my brother we will play the same game only yelling out names for your wonder lips." We both giggle when he says this. "Now take your damn pants off so we can have lustful, fulfilling quick no hearts or flowers pure raw sex. I am going to take you on your desk baby."
I look over at the door and make sure it is locked and then remove my pants and panties. Christian helps me sit on the desk and then takes my hands and leans me back after he removes a few items that would be in our way.
"I can see how wet you are baby." He takes in index finger and runs it along my fold, brings his finger back up to my lips. "Taste yourself. You are so hot and wet right now. The dilemma is do I lick your hot pussy until you can't take it anymore or fuck you senseless or both." I hear him unzip his pants. "I think I will fuck you senseless and then tonight when we get home taste you for dessert. How does that sound Mrs. Grey?" He says this while he plays with my slit making me shiver.
"Please Christian. Do something. I need to come." My sex is swollen with need and I can tell that I will come the minute he enters me. He pulls me down so that I am on the edge of the desk. He stands between my legs and gently places my one leg over his shoulder and he pulls up the other and places it flat against the desk. I am completely open for him.
"I want to be inside of you so deep baby. Ohhh, look at the wet, glistening set of luscious lips. Now you can't scream, or moan because people might here. So I am going to fuck you slow but oh so hard. Ready Mrs. Grey?" I squeak that I am. He leans over the desk and puts his hands under my ass and lifts me up. Is there a trick he doesn't know? I feel him slam into me. Oh my god, I can feel myself throb against him.
"Christian. Oh my god this feels sooo good."
"Shhh baby I know." He moves slowly and lifts me a little higher and pushes me towards him. I knew it! I knew I would come instantly! I am a quivering mess and I shudder against him but don't announce that I am coming.
"Oh baby you were so ready, I feel you coming and squeezing me tight. That's right, you keep coming baby and I will keep fucking. He continues to move at a slow hard pace and I feel myself build again. "Do you want to come again baby? You can, and this time I will come with you. Hold the side of your desk tight baby." I grab each side and Christian slams me hard three more times before whispering, "Oh fuck me Ana. This feels so fucking good."
"Shhhh, Christian. Shh." I am dying as I am sure half of SIP as heard us." He jerks hard into me several times and then slowly pulls out. He reaches over and pulls me up. I know I am a mess."What if Roach finds out?" Christian laughs.
"So who the fuck cares, he is on his last legs anyway. Ana, stop. Enjoy the moment. That was fucking awesome. It was just the right amount of kink, smut and hot sex to keep me satisfied until tonight. I am one happy son of a bitch right now and I think you had two pretty good moments there. Can you just enjoy it baby and let me worry about Roach?"
I smile at him. He seems more relaxed then he has in days. "What happened? You seem so relaxed and I don't know, just better than you have in a few days, actually weeks."
Christian helps me get dress and pull myself together. He grabs my chin and looks in my eyes. "A wise old man reminded me today that I have everything a man could possibly want. Two parents that love me. One crazy son of a bitch brother that I couldn't live without, a pain in the ass little sister that I worry about non-stop, grandparents that love me unconditionally and the sexiest, most amazing wife in the world that is carrying my child. I am the luckiest man alive. What better way to celebrate that revelation than to come and make love or call it what it is, fuck my wife senseless on her desk. Ahhh, life is good Mrs. Grey." He kisses me and walks to the door. "Laters baby." He winks at me and leaves me smiling. He isn't the only lucky one.
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