Hello guys :)

It is okay to hate me, my body basically has been sabotaging me so that's the main reason I haven't been able to write this chapter. Apparently, one should never mention "I'll finish this story, even if it kills me." because it will come up to bite in you in the ass and you'll get really sick, like I've been.

Well enough talking about my stupid body before it thinks it has any special power over my writing skills, and let me begin with the chapter.

I think this has been the hardest one so far, I've read so many articles on how write lemons that I practically feel my eyes are going to fall of my head if I read another one. This is the first one I write, obviously I'm no E.L James because boy can she write, but this is my whack at it so don't be too harsh on it. Somehow I think I took all the good parts out but who knows. Okay so I've talked about me, the lemon and I'm missing one more thing. Almost a year ago, I started this fanfic out of a crazy idea I got when was going through a rough time and writing was the happiest time I had to look forward to, I didn't expect much out of it, but in a year I've grown so much and thanks to you guys I can say that I have people who appreciate what I write.

And to emi17: No I haven't dropped this story :P apparently I'll be doing it until it kills me.

Thank you guys :D

New Kind of Paradise

Chapter 10

Anastasia's PoV

As I watched good people of Hawaii enjoy their day and the sunset painting the sky with splashes of red and orange, I wondered if I could expire from so much beauty all around me.

I had the funny feeling that if my life could be made into a movie, the background music in that moment would have been something moody.

Just as I was laughing at myself for thinking that my life did deserve a movie, a certain CEO sat next to me on the sand.

"There you are," he said. "I've looked everywhere for you."

"Congratulations, you have found me, Mr. Grey," I said as I rested my head on his shoulder. The action surprised us both, but I had the feeling he didn't mind me leaning up against him.

"Are you okay?" He said as his magical arms went around me.

"Kate asked me the same thing, you know," I smiled at the idea of Kate and him sharing the same interest in my personal welfare. "I guess I'm okay if you don't count the throbbing pain in my head and the moral hangover that I have at the moment. But besides that I'm okay."

"You are one fascinating woman, you know that don't you?" Christian said as he made circular patterns on my shoulder with his hand.

I shrugged. "God knows I try to be fascinating and tend to put on a show for people, especially when I'm drunk. I'm sorry I kicked you out in the morning, believe me, I could barely remember how breathe between the nausea and the worst headache that I'm still feeling, even after three Advil."

"I need to tell you something important," He said while his hand continued touching my shoulder.

"Well if you want my undivided attention you should stop touching me, I can't think when you've got your hands on me," I said honestly.

He chuckled, "I didn't know I had that much effect on you."

"Ha ha ha! Yeah, right! You must know you do and you love it! It's what you live for, exerting your power with your seducing skills over women with frail wills."

"You're right, Ana..." Christian said as he removed the hand he had on my shoulder and replaced it under my chin. "I have to confess something that has been on my mind."

The way his grey eyes looked, told me he was completely serious. At that point I had the vague idea that he was going to mention what happened last night. Something I shouldn't have remembered, but in a way was the most important thing anyone had ever told me—drunk or not.

"Okay shoot, Honey Bear."

"Last night," He began. I knew it! "When I went to look for you and your room was empty, I decided not to panic and went ahead and looked for Kate. So you understand my surprise when she told me that she hadn't heard from you in a while, then you appear, and God help me, you weren't alone. At that point I didn't know whether to kick that douche's ass or haul you upstairs and never let you leave the room."

You should have stuck with option number two! My subconscious yelled at him.

"I—"

He put his fingers on my mouth to silence me. "Don't say anything, Anastasia. I wanted to kick his ass badly, if it hadn't been because you could barely walk and you kept saying incoherent things, I would have given him the beating of his life. So after you left, I followed you and I promised myself I would take care of you and never ever, ever, ever, ever leave you alone.

"That's when I knew you were special, that I wanted you for what you had shown me of yourself and that I rarely see in the people I'm surrounded with. I know you may not remember what happened next, but I hold those moments in my memory since those words came out of your lips. You said you loved me, and it may sound cheesy, but I swear Anastasia, that you made me the happiest man alive. And now that you know what you said to me, I'd like you know that what you feel for me is the exact same way I feel about you."

Sometime around that, the tears flowed freely down my cheeks and I knew I was a goner. I loved this man. Even if he was the most infuriating male I had ever come across and even if I didn't know much about him besides the fact that he was CRAZY and that he loved to manhandle me.

My snarky subconscious was rendered speechless by the audacity of what Christian had confessed. That was something rare and completely welcome.

"Shit, I guess we're screwed aren't we?" I laughed.

"You betcha, baby," Christian said.

We just stared at each other with goofy grins on faces. Just then a little girl with a flower basket in her hands came up to us.

"Sir, would you like to buy a flower for your lovely wife?" She asked.

I was about to say that I wasn't his wife; Christian produced his wallet from the back pocket of his shorts and handed her a hundred-dollar bill. The little girl looked from him, to the completely shocked look that I had on my face and thanked him as she handed him the whole basket.

"These are for you," he said as he smiled at me with that hot-as-the-surface-of-the-sun smile. In that moment I knew if I didn't kiss him I'd expire from the Christian Grey withdrawal.

So before he could react, I cupped his face with my hands and kissed him. When he finally reacted, his hands slid down to my body and laid me down on the sand. As the crazy female I was, it had always been a fantasy of mine for someone to kiss me on the beach while the sun was setting, so this was basically a dream come true.

His lips were soft and tender at first, but then the nature of the kiss shifted into something that made the butterflies in my stomach flutter like bats. I felt like if I was on fire just as his hands traveled down my body. Sweet baby Jesus! I wanted this man.

"Christian—" I squeaked against his lips when his hand went under my t-shirt.

"Huh?" he asked, his fingers tickling my stomach.

"I think we're scaring the good old people of Hawaii. I don't want to go to jail for making out in public," I said as I placed my hand over his.

"Then what do you suggest, Miss Steele?" He asked mischievously.

"I think we should both go and take cold showers." I answered lamely.

"I like the idea, Miss Steele. I just have a suggestion."

"And what is that?"

"That we take the shower together," he wiggled his eyebrows.

I laughed. "Remember, I told you I wouldn't be that easy to win over. Well you have to seduce me or this isn't going to work, Honey Bear."

He arched an eyebrow and said, "So you want to be seduced, huh? Well then, you want it? You got it, babe." Just as I was about to reply, he stood and pulled me up to him.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously.

"We're going to go eat, and then I'm going to take you up to your room and show you just how convincing my seducing skills can be."

*.*.*.*.*.*

"So you what do you want to do the rest of night?" Christian asked, as we walked hand in hand to the elevator.

The part of me that always played things save would have said that we should each go to sleep in our rooms and see each other tomorrow or some like that. But in that moment, I ached for him to kiss me.

"Are you giving up already with your seduction skills?" I teased.

Christian grinned. "I don't give up that easy, FYI I'm just being considerate when I know exactly what I want to do with you."

Fuck!

Just as the doors closed, Christian came closer to me and his lips found mine. I knew that just playing it safe wasn't going to make it for me anymore. This experience had been the most risky thing I had ever done, and surprisingly it wasn't so bad, it was everything I had ever wanted to happen to me. Actually, it was too good to be true so pinched myself just to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

Something about his kiss was ardent and had a sort of desperation for something else. So much more.

"I don't want to have sex in an elevator, Christian." I said against his lips.

"We're not going to have sex in an elevator," Christian nibbled my lower lip. "We're going to make love in a room."

In that moment, I lost my voice. What could I possibly respond to man who said that wanted make love with me? Especially if he was so darn handsome. So I did what any other female in her right mind would, I gave in.

The elevator stopped at our floor, and Christian took me by the hand and led me to my room. Twenty seven years with my virginity and I was going to lose it to a man I had met only a week and half ago. Some part of me told me that I was probably doing the wrong thing, but would something so wrong feel so right?

Like the Nike advertisements, Just Do It! Yelled my subconscious.

Just as I opened the door, Christian lifted me in his arms and laid me on the bed.

Christian towered over me and made me lose my breath with the touch of his lips. As his lips parted inviting his magical tongue to explore my mouth, his hands traveled to my stomach and made little paths with those avid fingers of his. One of his hands slipped under my shirt and cupped my breast, just as he groaned against my mouth.

"Christian, I have to tell you something," I said as I stopped his hand.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked concerned.

"No, you need to know that," I gulped, "I'm a virgin. Not like The Virgin Mary or something saintly like that, I just haven't had sex in a while, more like ever, but I wanted you to know that because I don't want you to think I'm a freak or something like that—"

Christian cupped my face with both hands and said, "God I love when you start rambling on and on when you get nervous, but trust me Ana you have no idea how much I love the idea of being the first man in your life. It may sound really macho of me but it means a lot to me that you waited and that you're willing to give up something so important with me, well that is if you want to."

I laughed. "Look who's rambling on when they're nervous. I'm just quite surprised you're asking when you're the one with a hand under my shirt touching my girls."

"I am a gentleman, Miss Steele, but somehow I always lose my mind around you and as you've said to me I seem to manhandle you all the time like a caveman."

"Can you do something for me, Christian?"

I knew that what I was going to ask for was silly, but to hell with the moral code tonight, I was about to lose my vcard and I loved Magic Mike so why not have some fun while at it?

"Anything:"

"Can you strip for me? Kate and I saw a movie with strippers and I've always wanted to see something like that but live, and I think you're very good looking so it would be as if I were actually seeing the real thing." I said, just as he smirked.

"That's what you want?"

"Yeah."

"Well then you better get ready, babe!"

He stood from the bed and gave me that smile of his that could be held responsible for global warming itself. I reached my cellphone and put it on silence, I didn't want my mother, Kate or anyone else to interrupt the striptease that Christian was about to put on just for me.

"Are you ready, Miss Steele?" He asked huskily.

I just shrieked like a schoolgirl and the weirdo that I was, just as he removed his t-shirt. When he did all that stopped me from drooling at the sight of his six-pack, was the fact that he was starting to undo his shorts. I felt like a little girl with a giant present before her and with absolutely no idea where to begin to play. When he undid the zipper, he reached for me and put my hands on the hem of the shorts to pull them down.

And when I did, he was only left in those S-E-X-Y Calvin Klein boxer briefs that hugged his butt like a glove. Damn!

I whistled. "You're one fine ass man you know that don't you?"

"Why thank you, Miss Steele." He fanned himself dramatically.

"Come here woman, let me make love to you," I said in macho man voice.

He shrieked like I did and hopped on the bed.

I climbed on top of him. "I love you, Christian. I don't want to let you down with my inexperience in the sex department." I said as he looked up at me with those eyes of his.

I expected for him to tell something like "Don't worry, I'll be the one doing all the work:" or something like that instead he said with a grin, "Oh Ana, trust me you will never let me down in that department."

I slapped his arm playfully, to which he countered with a kiss.

While we kissed there was no room for anything else, no inexperience, no millions of dollars, no bossy attitudes, just us two loving the way we felt each other under our touch.

His lips left mine and settled at hollow of my neck. As he was busy tracing soft kisses on my neck, I took the liberty of touching his back. While I touched away, I could feel his smile against my skin, so he liked to be touched, well he was going to get it bad.

Christian was so strong; it was as if every part of him radiated confidence. This man had to get himself a sign that read: Caution, can cause permanent damage to the cognitive functions.

When he slowly began to lift the hem of my shirt, I knew perfectly what was intended, he waited for me to protest but when I didn't he took it off.

Then as more and more clothing came off, I knew there wasn't anything that I wouldn't let this man do with my body especially when he knew where to touch and where to kiss.

"Are you sure about this, Ana?" He asked.

"I'm sure, Christian."

That's when I knew there would be no coming back from the old Ana, I was someone new. Christian had changed the way I saw myself and I loved the person that I was when I was with him. I was feeling loved, just like in my books and there was nothing that could have ever made me regret making love with that man. Because that was what we had done, we didn't have sex. We made love.

As we both waited for our heartbeats to calm down, I smiled up at him. "Wow, I had certainly been missing out on all of this, if I would have known that it was going to be such a big deal I would have gave in years ago."

Christian chuckled. "Why thank you, Miss Steele. Yeah, you were missing out on this big deal."

"Such a smart man with such a dirty mouth, what am I going to with you, Christian?"

He mischievously looked down at me. "I was just about to ask you the same thing, what are you going to do with me, Ana?"

I tapped my chin with my finger. "I can think of a certain big deal we need to see through."

If it wasn't for the weird noise emanating from stomach, we would have made love again.

Christian seemed amused by my evident hunger. "Why didn't you tell me you were hungry?"

"Because some something came up before I could," I smirked. Ha! Girls could make dirty minded jokes if we wanted to.

"Well I guess I owe you dinner, Hamburgers or..?" He said as he stood showing his naked derriere.

I had to shake my head just to get me to focus on something else besides his tuckus. "Pizza. Hawaiian. Extra cheese."

"You got it, babe."

While he made sure that my pizza had enough cheese, I stood from the bed and looked for my PJs. I slipped them on and I made myself comfortable on the couch. Just as I sat down, I winced. The truth was I ached all over, but when I thought about how I lost my virginity I was glad had waited and hadn't lost mine in a parking lot like Kate had. My first time was special, with someone I loved and the best part of all; he understood my love for food.

As I looked for something to watch, I heard the door close and Christian came forward with the magical food cart.

"You sure know how to please a woman, Mr. Grey," I said as made space for him on the couch.

"I don't care for the pleasure of others; I just love pleasing you, Miss Steele. Here is your pizza madam," He said as he handed me a plate of mouth-watering food.

In that instant, I had never felt happier. I was eating pizza and cuddling with one of the wealthiest CEOs in the United States, the first one to make love to me and I was watching my favorite James Bond movie. What else could I possibly want? Nothing. I had it all.

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