Chapter 4

CPOV

The music continues as I look around the ballroom, I am trying to see Kelly Jones or anyone else I remember. Or don't want to remember.

"I'm going to go grab us another drink- or five."

I'll need lots to drink if I have any hope of surviving the rest of the night with these people.

I lean over and tell Ana. I give her a kiss on the cheek before standing to go to the bar.

As I make my way there I can hear the obnoxiousness of people's conversations.

"My personal trainer told me I have the body of a 21 year old,"

"My nanny is so annoying, so wants me you charge a diaper, I'm like that's what I pay you for,"

"Did you heard that Kelly Jones killed herself," I hear behind me and I stop dead in my tracks, "Her poor mother found her in the basement, she left behind a six year old little boy,"

"Excuse me," I interrupt the conversation and the women turn to look at me and their eyes light up. There's a blonde and a redhead, and there nothing to look at, merley butterfaces wearing too much makeup to cover up the fact that they're butterfaces.

There's a term that Jensen has taught me over the , I would love to hear that man's thoughts about these people.

"I couldn't help but overhear, did you say Kelly Jones killed herself?"

"Yes, her mother found her in the basement about 10 years ago, left a little boy to fend all for himself, it's quite sad." The blonde woman tells me.

The correlation punches me in the face. She left her little boy just like my birth mother had left me. I can't help but think if I had extended my friendship to her, all those years ago, It could have turned out different for her. I make a note to look up her son when we got home.

I snap out of my thoughts when I notice the woman still talking to me "... So Christian what are you doing this yourself? We all know well your company is doing, and you married that scrap of a wife of yours, I mean she's not much of a trophy" She snickers.

Really? I look back at Ana and back to them, do they really think they could hold a candle to my wife? My hot as fuck wife?

"I am sorry, but do I know you?" I ask

I don't remember either of these women. More than likely for good reason.

The blonde one laughs and puts her hand on my shoulder. It takes all my will power not to remove her hand in disgust. No, I can't help it and quickly remove her hand and she just laughs it off.

"You remember me, Jessica Smalls. I was in French club with you. We had so good times in the French club didn't we?" She smiles seductively at me. "Je veux juste te faire baiser."(I just want to fuck you)

I'm about to but these bitches in their place when I hear Ana's voice behind me."Oh, really? There will be none of that and what good times are you falsely remembering?" She comes and stands next to me putting both arms around my waist.

Jessica gives a fake guilty look. I see Ana raise an eyebrow she knows everything that happen to me in high school and this woman had nothing to do with it.

"Who are you?" Jessica snaps. I can't help but roll my eyes. You know just who she is.

"Mrs. Ana Grey, and you are?" Ana replies, running her hand up and down my chest.

She is marking her territory. Oh, I like this.

"Jessica Small and this is Stacey Williams," She says pointing to the other girl.

"Of course, it is." Ana says annoyed.

I don't know how she puts up with these desperate woman all the time. I can barely keep my cool when another man breathes my Ana air.

She's mine, no looks allowed, for my eyes only. Yes, I'm a tad obsessive of my woman.

"Oh, Christian mentioned us?!" Jessica exclaims.

"No" Ana snorts, "but every high school in the country has a bitch that was named Jessica and Stacey, it's just unfortunate I had to meet both at once," I do my best to cover my chuckle and end up laughing out right, when Jessica and Stacey huff away.

"Mine!" I hear Ana whisper forcefully, and grabbing my tie to pull me down into a searing kiss. When she breaks away, she leaves me wanting more and ready to go home, as we can fuck till the cows come home. "Now where's that drink, Mr. Grey?"

"Coming right up," I take Ana's hand and lead her to the bar, where I continue to hear more of the annoy and pretentious conversations around me.

"My Mercedes is in the shop so I couldn't bring that, so I had to bring my Lamborghini,"

"I've been asked to be a desperate housewife of Seattle, it's due to start in October,"

"My house in the Hamptons has a leak so now we won't be about to go there for five weeks, it's going to be torture staying at our house in the city for five weeks,"

I've lost count at how many times I've rolled my eyes tonight. I think I've earned myself a spanking.

"Are we like that?" Ana whispers to me.

"No, we don't have to justify our wealth like they do," I reply. I don't need to tell everyone at this party that I drive an R8, or can drive a helicopter.

"Come on, let's dance." I tell her after we down our drinks. I think both of us in need of one at this point.

I pull Ana to the dance floor as N'Sync's "Pop" plays. Song after song plays as we bump and grind, getting totally lost in each other.

I can't believe I missed this in high school. Still after ten years of being with Ana it's moments like this that I feel like the luckiest man alive.

As the next song starts, Ana steps on my toe and falls into my chest. I check her over and notice she has broken a heel.

"Oh no, my favorite shoes," Ana exclaims.

I place my hand on her back and carefully guide her to our table.

"You sit here and I'll get you a spare pair from the car," I tell her.

Since a coping together function a few years ago; where Ana and Kate's shoes broke and they had to spend the rest of the night barefoot. So, now we always keep a spare pair for all of us in all our cars, for moments like this.

As I text Taylor to bring the car to the front of the parking complex because it's raining. I know the man is bored out of his mind waiting around for us.

Plus, he likes singing in the rain.

"Well I finally have you alone, Mr Grey" I gravelly voice behind me. I spin around and see Wentworth leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his hand.

After all these years I still hate the smell of cigarette smoke.

"Wentworth, what a surprise." I mutter sarcastically " I see you have snuck out for a smoke break"

"I have wanted to get you along all night. I wanted to talk to you about bank rolling my campaign for Governor. It's Johnson's last term and Washington needs a new leader."

"And you think it should be you, ok, I'm listening. Why should I fund you for Governor of our fair state?"

"I plan on lowering the minimum wage and allowing works to waive their rights for fair work and give big business and higher earners a better chance by capping the taxable amount per financial year. So, people like you will only have to pay a fraction of the tax you pay now and remove large state park land for housing developments."

I stare at him blankly.

That's the most preposterous idea I've ever heard of. What stupid campaign promises. No one will vote for him.

"Hmmm as interesting a that sounds, but I'll think I'll pass. I try not to get involved in politics, religion and space travel. It's just my rule," I'm trying to be nice but I don't think he gets it.

He eyes go wide and it is as if a light turned on in his head as his smile turned evil and he starts to flap his lips again.

"Well, you see if you don't, the first thing I am going to do is audit all of GEH financials and propose a bill that any company making over a billion dollars a year needs to be put on the stock market and we all know you don't want that,"

Oh, he's pulling out the big guns and trying to play with the big boys is he? We'll see about that. Does he know who I am?

"Really? Well how about I call my mother and have her fire your wife and blacklist her from any hospital on the west coast or call Robert Hawkins, the head of the FBI and when it's time for that mandatory background check on a would be Governor, who I'm sure would come to find a Swiss bank account, a copy of her real birth certificate from, I don't know, Syria, or a love child in Texas,"

Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. People need to learn not to mess with me. I have more connections than anyone. When I speak people listen, Christian Grey has a lot more ump then Wentworth will ever have.

"You can't do any of that," he stutters.

"Can't I?" I challenge. "Same shit you were trying to do to me, asshole."

He's a lost for words, trying to dig that foot out of his mouth.

Just as I finish my speech, Taylor approaches in the car. "Taylor, hand me Mrs Grey's shoes and give Mr. Holloway my card. Just in case he wants to talk on Monday. Good day Wentworth," I tip my invisible hat to him.

I grab Ana's shoes and make my way inside. As Ana puts her shoes on I see Abigail approach me.

"Hello, Christian. I am so happy for decided to fund Wentworth's campaign," she smiles at me.

Did they really think I was just going to lay down and take their stupid plan? Did they even try to formulate a plan or just took out their blackmailing for dummies book and decide just to go for it?

"I'm sorry, but never will not fund that idiots campaign and if either of you try and blackmail me again I will personally make sure you never practice medicine again and your husband will never be able to run for mayor in a one horse town let alone any political position," I stare her down, "Do I make myself clear?"

She nods mutely and turns and walks towards her husband standing over by the entrance.

Ana approaches me and looks at me puzzled. I give her my I'll tell you later look. She nods her understanding and takes her shoes from my hand and slips them on.. They don't look as good as her Nude louboutin pumps but black jimmy choos will have to do.

It doesn't matter once they're wrapped around my ears, anyways.

I pull her back on the dance floor and we continue to dance the night away.

The night is coming to an end, Ana and I our swaying to the music, just enjoying each other's company when someone knocks into me from behind.

I grab Ana to stop her from falling over and I see Stacey Williams dancing with Todd Glass. I match made in heaven I see. Todd was the JV football captain and head bully in school. There favorite past time used to be try and get Grey angry. Last I heard of him he was an NFL coach and judging by his size I'm guessing on some hard human growth hormones.

"Watch it, Grey or should I say pink, I mean you still look like a little girl," he spits at me.

I never understood that insult, but it still seems to make him laugh.

"Glass, I would stay it's nice to see you again but I'd be lying," I reply coolly. He is clearly drunk if the way he was hanging off Stacey is any indication.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing," his focus turns to Ana.

I step in front of her obstructing his view which he doesn't seem to like that.

My eyes only, pal

"Why don't you come over here and try a real man," he says, placing a hand over his junk and raising his eyebrows. I'm guessing this is how he picks up woman?

Before I know what has happened he is tumbling towards me with a fist in the air. I dodge the punch and counter with a punch right into his jaw.

He falls back bowling over Stacey and they both fall to the floor.

I shake out my hand.

It's been a long time since I punched anyone. I don't like the feeling like I used to in high school.

"I think it's time to go home don't you?" I ask Ana who grabs my hand, looking it over. She has an expression on her face, part fear part take me now.

The crowd huddled around Todd and I take this moment to grab Ana's hand and lead her to the car. Once we're in the back Ana crawls over to me, and runs her hand up and down my chest, her other hand palming my crotch.

"I have a surprise for you when we get home," she whispers in my ear, before giving it a gentle suck.

"Oh, really and what would that be Mrs. Grey?"

"Well surprise number one, your parents took the kids for the night and surprise number two is waiting in the gym, but you have to wait for me to change before we can go in there."

Now I'm intrigued.

We get home in record time and I see Ana bolt into our room.

"Go into the gym," I hear her scream down the hall.

I open the big double doors of the gym and see something new and large up against the wall. I realize they are bleachers, there is a small button next to the light stitch that says "PUSH ME", so I do.

All of a sudden, the bleachers come to life and start opening. The springs expand and it opens into a fully working set of bleachers. I am so fascinated by the bleachers, I don't see Ana enter the room.

I turn my focus and see her standing in front of the door. In a cheerleading uniform. Complete with pom-poms and very very short skirt.

Hot, Damn!

"Well, Mr Grey I promised you sex under the bleachers, I figured why settle for under the bleachers when we can have over, under and everything in between."

I pounce on her before she can say anything else.

Once again thank you diamond child for all your help.