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Also, someone pointed out that I wrote down in the previous chapters: Ana had sex only three times in her life. I'm really sorry, but it was a slip, and I used that example over and over again. (Typical me.) I will probably change it after publishing this chapter. Also, I want to clarify that Anastasia's fame is equivalent to like Beyonce level fame. That's how I am writing this story: keeping Beyonce and her life in mind.
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Ana POV
"How many sisters do you have again, Gail?" I ask sitting down on the sterile, white barstool placed in Christian's large kitchen. I feel content after a passionate session of lovemaking this morning.
"Two. One lives in California, and the other lives in Portland. They're huge fans of yours." She says with a beaming smile. I grin and propose the idea, "Would they want to come to my concert tomorrow night?"
"They would LOVE it!" She squeals in delight, but her face soon falls. "I don't know about Joan though. She's a housewife and doesn't work, but she might not be able to find a flight from San Francisco to Seattle." She says solemnly.
I cover Gail's hand with mine and give her my best smile. "Would you mind if I send my jet over to San Francisco to pick Joan and her family up? Consider it an early birthday present!" I quickly add. Gail is not someone who will agree to such a big offer, but I have to convince her. She will be so happy with both her sisters attending a concert with her.
"No, Ana. It's fine. It's a hassle for you." She murmurs deep in thought.
"Oh come on! My jet is just sitting there, doing nothing. It'll be much easier and faster. Please?" I put my puppy dog eyes to use for the first time in months to use.
Gail seems deep in thought… "Okay." She whispers.
I jump up from the stool and hug Gail with all my life. Gail is like a second…err third mother to me. She's just like Kareena and Grace are to me: loving, compassionate, caring, and she just exudes the motherly feeling.
"Let me go call Sawyer and tell him to go make the arrangements. Meanwhile, you go call Joan." I wink and walk out the kitchen.
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I enter the kitchen once again in my caramel brown coat, a beige camisole, and tight, ripped white jeans. I added a pair of brown suede pumps with strings that create a design on my feet when I tie them up. For the accessories, I kept it simple with my gold Cartier Paris flower earrings, that Ray gave to me on my 24th birthday and a diamond bracelet. My hair is done in a messy, yet sophisticated ponytail.
"Good morning!" I kiss Christian on the mouth while he is reading his newspaper.
"Good morning, baby." I kisses me again.
Christian, as always, looks super hot in his three-piece gray suit, with a black tie, white shirt, and a Versace watch.
"You look really hot." I whisper seductively in his ear, then I bite his earlobe.
Mrs. Jones lays out our breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and fruit; and then walks away to give us privacy.
"Thank you, Mrs. Jones!" I yell as she walks away.
"No. Thank You, Ms. Steele. Joan was very happy." She replies with a giant smile.
I turn around and notice Christian's confused expression.
"Her sister lives in California and wanted to come to my concert, but she could not find a flight so soon. So, I offered my plane to her. She was very hesitant at first, but then I used my puppy dog eyes and convinced her." I explain.
Christian takes the opportunity to pull me into his lap, one of his arm snaked around my waist, the other placed on the nape of my neck, and kisses me deeply. His tongue strokes mine, claiming my mouth. We part away breathless.
"You're so nice, Ana." He mumbles sincerely.
"I know." I joke and add a wink for special effects.
I pour us each a glass of orange juice and settle down next to Christian.
"Christian, I love to eat, but that's a little too much food." I voice my concerns after Christian puts two pancakes, four pieces of bacon, two sausages, and a whole bowl of fruit in front of me.
"Yeah, sorry." He smiles his billion-dollar smile at me and I melt. "But, I know you love bacon, thus it's going to stay on the plate." He is talking to himself while taking some of the food off my plate.
"Did you just say 'thus'?" I ask incredulously.
"Yes. Why?" He questions.
"Do you live in the 19th century? It's a rhetorical question." I rapidly add. "So, why are you saying 'thus'? Say the word, 'so'." I counter.
He just grins and leans towards me, kissing the patch of skin behind my ear. "Deal with it." He whispers in my ear.
I scoff. "Just trying to keep you in this era, grandpa."
He full on laughs at me. "What are you doing today?"
"Well, my PA and I are going to be visiting the building which will be the headquarter to Steele Records. And guess what? It's right down the street from GEH!" I say giddy with excitement.
Christian's fork is stranded mid air, his jaw slack, and his eyes are wide. I wave my hand in front of Christian's face to gain his attention. "Hello! Anyone home?" I chirp.
"You're basically going to be working down the street from me?" He asks incredulously.
"Yes, baby." I whisper on his lips. I kiss him passionately and taste maple syrup on his tongue.
"Well, let's hurry up and go! I'll drop you off and visit your building." He says grabbing his suit jacket and my hand simultaneously.
He literally drags me out of the penthouse. "Christian, please calm down. I cannot run in these shoes!" I exclaim.
He turns around and picks me up bridal style. "Grey, put me down!" I scream.
Taylor and Sawyer come running out of the staff room, looking panicked.
"We're leaving for work. You both ride in the SUV, we're taking the Lamborghini." He orders.
My eyes are still bugging out when Luke and Taylor get in the service elevator with big smirks gracing their faces. "I need my bag!" I yell again.
"Okay. Where is it?" He asks sweetly and leans down to kiss me. I melt in his embrace and put my arms around his neck.
"In your bedroom." I say nuzzling Christian's neck.
"In our bedroom." He corrects me. I don't think my smile could be any bigger than it is now. I love this man!
He carries me all the way back to our room, where I collect my Celine bag, and then to the elevator. He finally puts me down as the elevator is traveling down to the ground floor, but keeps his arms around my waist.
"I love you, Ms. Steele." He whispers after a heated kiss.
"I love you too, Mr. Grey." I shyly repeat.
"By the way, my PR team released a statement about us… right now." He says glancing down at his watch.
"What did they say?" I question.
He hands me his iPhone and opens to the email containing the release.
Official Statement
Mr. Christian Grey, of Grey Enterprises Holdings, is in a serious, committed
relationship with Ms. Anastasia Steele. They both request their privacy.
Thank you.
-Debra Banks
PR Head GEH
"Nice. It's short and simple. I like it." I say in between kisses on his neck and jaw.
"Good." He smiles down at me.
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Christian and I have finally gotten away from the swarm of paparazzi that were camped outside of Escala. That was the worst crowd of paparazzi I have ever encountered in my life! They were literally climbing up the car. To say Christian was pissed, would be an understatement. He probably used most of the bad words in the world. He cussed in French, Spanish, and English. Me? I cussed them out in full out Punjabi. Kareena taught Ezra and I good.
"Are you okay, baby? Those pieces of…" I cut him short, because I don't think I can hear another bad word out of his mouth.
"Yes, Christian. But, please do not use profanity anymore." I beg.
"I did use a lot of bad words there, didn't I?" He asks with a sheepish smile.
"Mmhm." I nod.
"Well, in my defense, they were relentless. Fu… Freaking A-holes." He struggles out of his mouth.
"Aww. You're so cute!" I lean over the console and kiss his cheek.
We are interrupted by my phone ringing. "It's Ray." I clarify before answering the phone.
"Hey, Dad!" I exclaim.
"Hey, Annie. I just wanted to inform you that Ezra and I are throwing a surprise belated birthday party for your mom tonight. I want you there with Christian."
"O-kaaay. May I know why I wasn't informed earlier?" I dare to ask.
"Anastasia Rose Steele." Ray states calmly… way too calmly. When he uses my full name, it means I need to stop whatever I am doing; and change the course of actions.
"Sorry Dad! Love you!" I say in one breath. Over the phone, I hear Ray chuckle. Phew! He may not be mad at me.
"You just be there. Oh! And it would be nice if you would wear something Indian. Kareena would be delighted." He says lovingly. Dad and Mom's love story is eternal. They are the epitome of love and salvation. After a failed marriage, they both came together to help each other heal.
"Sure. Let me ask Christian. He's right next to me." I say while putting my phone on mute.
"What's wrong, baby?" Christian asks concerned.
"Nothing bad. Ray is just informing us that he and Ezra planned a surprise birthday party for Kareena. And he was asking us to RSVP hours before the event." I say rolling my eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes, Ana. It's bad manners. Also, we'll be there." He admonishes me. Deal with it, Grey. My inner goddess purrs.
I unmute the phone and let my dad know we'll be there at 5:00 to help with the preparations; and he agrees wholeheartedly.
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"Holy crap." Christian whispers as he parks his car in the underground parking garage. "This building is huge." He takes notice.
"Yes, Christian, because I have a lot of people working for me." It's true. I have three different locations at which more than 35,000 people work for me. The headquarter is in Los Angeles, one branch is in New York, and the last one is in Paris. Now, the Seattle one will be my headquarter and the L.A. one will become a branch.
"Let's go and check it out!" I exclaim.
Christian climbs out of the car, comes to my side, and opens the door for me. I take his proffered hand and follow him to the twin elevators.
The elevator ride is short and the doors open to the ground floor. The building's decor is warm, yet elegant and sophisticated.
"Hello, Ms. Steele." My personal assistant Hannah greets me.
"Hey, Hannah! This is my boyfriend, Christian. Christian, this is my personal assistant, Hannah Smith." I introduce them both.
"Good morning, Ms. Smith." Christian greets and Hannah swoons. He's mine! I scream in my head, but I know Hannah I having the same reaction I would if I were in her position.
"Okay! Let's go and check out my office." I suggest and grab Christian's hand.
Hannah leads us to the elevator and presses the 18th floor button.
Just as we enter my office, Christian's phone starts ringing. He declines the call, but it rings again. Before he can decline again, I cover his hand with mine, "Take it, Christian. It might be important."
"Okay, baby. Just a minute." He says kissing my temple.
As he is attending the phone call, I text Ezra.
Hey, do I have to wear something Indian tonight to the party? -Ana
Yes! Even Paris is going to wear something of that sorts.. -Ezra
Really? Well, tell Paris to call me ASAP -Ana
K. See you later. Love you. -Ezra
Okie. Love you too! -Ana
Right then, Paris calls me.
"Hello?"
"What's up, Ana? How's it been?"
"It's been wonderful. I just wanted to ask if you would want to come over and get ready with me for tonight?"
I was just going to call you about that!
What if we invite Mia too?
Yeah, we should! I'll call her.
Okay, well… umm… let me call Tyler and his team over to help us get ready.
Aye Aye, captain!
Are you watching Peter Pan with Ariel?
Yep.
Well, see you in a couple of hours.
Okay. Bye! Ariel says 'Bye Annie'!
"Aww. Tell her I love her."
"Sure, but I need to know more about you and Christian tonight."
"And, I need to know more about you and my brother."
We wrap up the conversation and say bye to each other.
Christian enters the room looking annoyed, yet worried at the same time.
"Is everything alright?" I question.
"Not really. There is a deal which is going south right now, so I need to go to the office right now." He explains looking sad.
"Don't worry about it, Christian. You should go. I'm going to stay here for a little bit, then head home. Mia and Paris are coming over to get ready. It's going to take a long time, so you'll be bored." I wink.
"Okay, baby. I'll try to come early, but I have a feeling i'll probably see you at Ray's." He leans over and kisses me deeply.
"I love you." He breaths on my lips.
"Love you, too." I whisper back. Our peaceful moment is broken by Hannah's cough.
"See you later." I say and blow a kiss at him.
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CPOV
"What the fuck is wrong, Ros?" I question her as soon as I step into the conference room full of people.
"Well, the deal we were doing with the Taiwanese is not going our way. They're demanding much more than we decided on." She explains looking flustered.
I roll my eyes and gesture for the file in Ros's hand. She passes it to me, and mutters, "By the way, Ray invited me to the party tonight. Guess i'll be hanging out with my crush all night."
I squint my eyes and in a chilling calm voice state, "Fuck off, Ros."
She smirks, but no one in the entire room has the nerve to laugh at their boss. That's how I like it. Do not mess with the boss.
"We're on video conference in 5,4,3,2,1." One of the intern says while eye-fucking me.
I need to carry around a sign which says, 'In a loving relationship' with me all the time.
I just want to go home to my girl and bury myself in her. Her rosy lips, long legs, her mahogany hair, and her smile; which can light up a stadium. God, it's going to take so fucking long before I can go home!
My dirty thoughts are interrupted by Ros' annoying voice. She seriously needs to stop smoking.
"What?" I bark at her.
"I need that file, Mr. Grey." She always stays respectful during meetings with other companies.
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Finally! The meeting is fucking done. At the end, the Taiwanese agreed to our terms and the deal was done in less than the amount we were willing to pay them.
"Good job, everyone." I say and gather my things, so I can leave and go to Ana.
Just then, Olivia, who is unfortunately my assistant, enters the conference room with a package in her hand. The package looks more like a fucking birthday present with a gold bow and a letter stuck to the top.
"Mrs. Bailey, this is for you." She says meekly, looking at me and blushing. I DO NOT want you! I scream in my head.
Just as I am about to step out the door, Ros' screech stops me. I turn around and roll my eyes. Why am I rolling my eyes again and again?
"Is everything okay, Ros?" I ask.
"Oh my fucking god! Guess who this is from?" She asks me with a huge grin painted on her face.
I do my 'Don't fuck with me' face and narrow my eyes at her.
"Okay, boss. Calm down. It's from Anastasia. The envelope contains two of her concert tickets and backstage passes along with a autograph from her." She gushes while ripping the box which came with it.
"Oh my gosh! I wanted to go, but her show is sold out. The entire CenturyLink stadium is sold out. Not even one ticket left." Andrea, who never speaks, calls out.
She opens up the flaps on the box and gasps; her face looks like she saw a ghost. She reaches in and lifts out a black hoodie with a signature in white on it's back.
"Fuck." She gasps out.
"There's something on the back." I point, just out of curiosity. Everyone in the room is just staring at Ros and the package in her hand.
She quickly turns it around and her eyes literally pop out of their sockets.
"What is this? It's making you stupid, Ros." I say frustrated.
"It's a fucking $600 jacket from the Yeezy collection with Kanye West's autograph on the back!" She screams at me. "And it's been sold out in almost every showroom, except in Kanye and Kim's home." She adds rapidly. Everyone, including my geeky IT guy, Barney gasps at the name of Kanye West.
"Let's go, Taylor. I'll see you later, Ros." I say and walk out of the conference room.
Now, let's go home and meet Anastasia.
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As I enter Ana's apartment, I see three rack hangers loaded with clothes lined up next to each other on the left of the foyer wall. On the space besides the hangers, a collection of shoes are displayed according to their color.
I walk in farther and see a serious looking Sawyer sitting down on a cream sofa with a MacBook in his lap.
"Where's Ana?" I question.
He stands up in a second almost causing the laptop to fall off his lap. "Sorry, sir. I was just overlooking tomorrow night's security for the concert. And Ms. Steele, Ms. Grey, and Ms. Bennett are in Ms. Steele's vanity room, getting ready." He answers.
I nod at him and head towards Ana's make-up room. I knock on the door just to be extra vigilant.
"Who is it?" Mia chirps happily through the door.
"Your brother." My answer is short and simple. She opens the door and I see her wearing a pink, fluffy robe. Behind her is Paris wearing the same, but her hair have some type of weird rollers in them.
Out of nowhere, a man jumps up from behind Paris and sticks out his hand. He has chocolate skin, perfect teeth, and blond hair. "I'm Tyler. Anastasia's make-up artist and sometimes her wardrobe stylist." He introduces himself.
I place my hand in his and shake his hand firmly. "Christian Grey. Ana's boyfriend." My introduction is straight to the point. "Where's Anastasia?" I ask looking around the room. There are two other people holding a hair curlers and hair straightener standing there and looking at me. At least, they're not eye-fucking you, Grey.
"She's in her room fetching something for us." Paris answers.
I nod to them and head towards Ana's room.
I enter Ana's room, lock the door, and look around the room, looking for Anastasia.
"Thank god you're here, Paris." She exclaims from inside her closet. I enter her closet and I feel as though i've entered a department store. There are shelves everywhere. A wall contains only her shoes, color coordinated. Another shelf holds about fifty bags, of all sizes and colors. On the rest of the shelves are clothes. A lot of clothes.
My gaze finally lands upon Ana. She is wearing a short, white silk robe, which hangs just a few inches above her knees.
"Which one should I take tonight?" She asks 'Paris' holding up two clutches in her hand, her face turned towards the wall of purses. I don't answer her, so she turns around and puts her hands on her hips. As soon as she sees me, her hands fall to her sides and she whispers my name. "Christian."
She looks incredibly sexy with her robe showing a lot of cleavage and no makeup on her face. She's one of the very few, if not the only woman, who looks even better without any makeup on her face.
I take slow steps towards her, "Were you walking around the penthouse in those clothes?" I question her. She looks down and notices the amount of cleavage showing to others. Her eyes widen and cheeks turn a shade of faint pink. She grabs the lapels of her robe and brings the closer so they cover her entire chest.
With every step I take towards her, she takes a step backwards. My eyes are locked with hers, Ana's breathing is shallow and her cheeks are flushed.
She takes another step, and her back collides with the wall. I walk forward until I am just inches away from her face. I lean down and collide my lips with hers. I take her bottom lip and bite it, hard.
"You're e-early." She stutters.
"Mmhm. The meeting was done earlier than planned." I answer while my eyes are trained on her breasts. I lean down further and run my chin over her collarbone. I know my stubble tickles her. A whimper falls out of her glorious mouth.
"Did you miss me?" I ask in a husky voice. All she does is nod and bite her lip. "Biting that lip is my duty, Anastasia." I declare with my deep voice. "Understand?" I question her. She just nods and stares at my mouth. I kiss her hard.
Suddenly, she falls on her knees and her hands go directly to my belt. Oh shit, Grey! I have fantasized of this moment since the first time I laid my eyes on her. She opens the button of my dress pants, pulls the zipper down, and holds my hard dick in her soft, velvety hands. Her eyes dilate to a darker shade of blue as she puts my entire length in her mouth.
"Fuck!" I groan out. My left hand reaches for the wall and my right hand fists in her hair. Slowly, she licks from the base to the tip. Her tongue swirls on my tip and then she swallows my ENTIRE fucking dick. Her cheeks hollow and her teeth gently skim on the entire length. I feel as though I am going to explode from pleasure. I feel my tip touching the back of her mouth. Shit! I'm going to come if she doesn't stop.
Before I can come, I lift her up by her upper arms and slam her against the wall. I attack her mouth and kiss her with every ounce of my love for her. "I love you." I mumble against her mouth.
"I love you too." She murmurs back.
My lips graze over her neck, nipping at every chance. I hastily pull on the sash protecting her robe and remove my suit jacket. "No underwear, Ms. Steele? I like it." I throw my jacket on the floor and my hands grab her waist and pick her up so her legs can wrap around my body. My pants fall to my ankles and I slowly sink into her tight, wet pussy.
"Aah!" She moans out. "I missed you so much today." She confesses as I am slowly sinking in and out of her.
"Really?" I ask as I pull out, leaving only my tip inside her.
"Yes, Christian!" She whines and moans at the same time. As soon as those words came out of her mouth, I thrust into her hard and deep.
"Fuck!" She screams.
"Shh." I admonish her.
"The room's sound-proof." She breaths out as I plunge deep into her. Thank god. I say inside my head, because Ana is screaming and moaning a lot right now.
She leans forward and takes my earlobe in between her teeth and nips it. I draw out a long moan and pick up my pace.
I know she is close; she has a vice grip on me. "Come on, baby. Come for me." I whisper in her ear.
She tightens her grip around my neck and buries her head in my neck. "Shit. Shit! Shit! I love you, Christian!" She screams out as she comes.
Those words become my undoing and I come long and hard.
Slowly, I put her down but keep my arms planted on her waist. She raises her head and smirks. I raise my eyebrows for her to spill what's cooking in her mind.
"I didn't even take off my robe and all you took off was your jacket." She remarks.
I smirk back, "When you look like that, no one will ever take their time to remove unnecessary items."
She shakes her head and walks towards the bathroom with a smile.
"What? It's the truth!" I shout in the direction of the bathroom.
Soon, she walks out and and kisses my cheek.
"Now you need to leave, so I can get ready. Bye." She orders.
"What are you going to wear tonight?" I question.
"A saree." She responds.
"What color?" I ask.
She just stares at me with her arms folded on her chest. "Okay. I'll see you later." I say and kiss her goodbye.
"I'm going to pick you up in about an hour and a half. Will you be ready by then?" I inquire.
"I honestly don't know. It depends on Tyler and his team. By the way, my other best friend, Stacy is coming from New York tonight also, but I must warn you about something. When Paris and Stacy get together, you cannot control the things they do. We've all been friends since forever, and they are major gossipers, so they're going to ask you questions. A lot of questions." She says slowly.
"Okay." I nod. I'm Christian Grey, they can't do something I don't want them to do.
With a final kiss, I walk out the door, in the elevator, and enter my penthouse.
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"Anastasia!" I call out from the living room.
"She's coming, Mr. Grey." Tyler appears from the corridor with a glass of champagne in his hand. "Beautifully crafted. Armani. Am I right?" He asks pointing at my classic tuxedo; white shirt, black suit, and black bowtie.
"Yes. Thank you. Where are Mia and Paris?" I question him.
"Oh… they left about thirty minutes ago." He replies. I nod once again and check my watch. It feels weird to wait for someone, yet pleasurable. I've never done this before.
"Well, i'll let you wait for Annie. P.S. she looks hot as fu… You know what I mean." He sasses and walks away.
I just watch him put down the flute of champagne down on the kitchen counter and sway out of the penthouse.
"I'm so sorry. It was a lot of work putting this on." I hear Ana's sweet voice from the corridor behind me.
As I turn around, I witness one of the most beautiful sights I have ever witnessed in my entire existence.
Ana stands there in a black saree with gold sequins and gold embroidery on it's borders and gold flowers in various places. Her hair is done in a half up half down type of situation, her eyes are smokey black, and she is donning on gold earrings. In her right hand, she hold a gold clutch with big black rhinestones on the front.
I stride closer to her and kiss her softly. "You look exquisite." I compliment.
She blushes and bites her goddamn lip again. "Thank you." She replies shyly. "You look amazing too." She compliments me and walks towards the kitchen. As soon as my gaze lands on Ana's back, I get a hard-on. She is wearing a black blouse, which from the front looks kind of like a black sports bra. Then, you look at the back and notice a perfectly toned back with just a black string holding the blouse together. Her lower back is covered with the saree cloth, but the upper back is completely on display. I'm going to walk around with a fucking hard-on all night long.
I quietly pad towards her and wrap my arms around middle from behind. "I'm going to be walking around with a hard-on all night because of your back." I whisper skimming my lips on the apex of her neck.
She turns around and puts her arms around my waist and kisses me soundly on the mouth. "Which is why my hair is down. It will cover my back… a little." She whispers the last part staring at the ground. My hand continuously strokes her necklace belly chain that I find unbelievably sexy.
"Sure. How will I keep the boys away from you?" I question further.
"The same way I am going to keep the girls away from you." She responds looking me dead in the eye.
"Shall we?" I ask and extend my arm to her. Tonight, Ana and I will be traveling alone in my Range Rover I bought a few months back. Taylor and Sawyer will be tailing us in their car.
Unfortunately, we will have to exit the building from the front because they are renovating something in the garage.
As soon as our feet hit the pavement, the paparazzi go fucking ballistic. Sawyer, Taylor, and Ana's second security guy surround us, but the flashes are blinding. There are questions coming for Anastasia and I from every direction.
"What are you wearing?" "Where are you guys headed to?" "You both look amazing." "When are you getting married?"
Now that last question got to me and I started thinking. Marriage. Never thought about marrying anyone in my entire existence. Do I want to marry Ana?
My mind wanders off to lala land. I imagine her wearing a ring which indicates that she is mine. Mine. That word is my favorite word to describe Ana and my relationship. I love her more than myself. I do want to marry her.
One day.
It's waaaaay too soon for that. I shake my head and open the passenger door for Ana. One day…
I decide to give them their money shot, so I lean over the console and give Ana a passionate kiss. "Love you." I say and start the car. The flashes are getting even worse and I just smile.
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Ana POV
"At last!" I hear Ezra scream as we enter the kitchen.
"Shut up, Z. You're annoying." I say.
Elliot, Paris, Ezra, Ariel, Mia and Kate have holed up in the kitchen.
"Seriously, Ezra. Shut up." Paris chips in. "Guess who is here!" She exclaims pushing Ezra away from her. She is wearing an emerald green anarkali suit with a gold lace bodice. It looks more like an Indian inspired dress.
"Stacy?" I whisper scream.
"You guessed right Annie." I hear from behind me. My hand is still linked to Christian's, so he turns with me.
"Oh my god!" I screech and run towards her. My movements have been limited because of the saree, but I still grab her in a huge bear hug.
She looks the same even after all these years. Black chestnut curly hair, chocolate eyes, caramel skin, a bomb body, and a killer smile. Paris, Stacy and I have been friends since freshman year of high school. We were and still are unbreakable.
"Come." I grab her by the hand and drag her to where everyone is standing.
"Guys, this is Stacy. Stacy; Elliot, Kate, Mia, and my boyfriend Christian." I introduce everyone.
As Elliot and Stacy are shaking hands, I notice Elliot smiling more than he already does at Stacy. Then, my eyes turn to Kate and I notice her fake smile generated to Stacy.
"Ah. You're the one who's finally snatched my BFF of the market, eh?" She asks extending her hand to Christian.
He accepts it with his patented Christian Grey smile. "Yes." He replies.
"I cannot wait to hang out with all of you." She announces with a genuine smile.
"Ray's coming with Mom!" Ezra yells and we all scurry out.
Mom's going to be so surprised, but I think she probably knows what's going on. Ray is not a good liar.
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The party is going on in full swing. There are a lot of people attending including Mom's family members. To my surprise, my Nana, (Ray's Mom) and grandfather also came from Texas to the party.
"I missed you guys so much." I mutter while hugging Nana tightly. She still looks the same as she did when I was adopted to the family. Okaaaay… That was too over exaggerated, but she does not look like a 73 year old either.
"Hey, Grampy." I greet my grandfather.
"What's up, butterfly." He says and pulls me in a big hug.
"How's Texas?" I start.
"Same old, same old. But you should visit with that boyfriend of yours." Nana gushes. "He is very handsome." She whispers in my ear.
"Right!" I whisper back. "He's Grace and Carrick's son. His name is Christian." I explain to Nana and Grampy.
"Well, i'd like to meet the man going out with my granddaughter." Grampy declares in his signature deep voice.
"Okay." I tell him. I go over to where Christian is talking to Dad about GEH and whisk him away. "My Nana and Grampy want to talk to you. Just be yourself." I advise fixing his bowtie. "Oh! And remember that I love you." I add kissing the corner of his mouth.
Christian just smiles and walks over to where Nana and Gramps are sitting down, sipping on lemonade.
"Good evening, Mr. Steele, Mrs. Steele."
"Good evening, Mr. Grey." Grampy says gruffly.
"It's just Christian, Sir." Christian says smoothly. My grandmother swoons in her chair.
"Okay… Call me Gramps, son." Grampy finally opens up. "I've heard a lot about your brother and you from Raymond and Kareena. All positive things." Grampy reassures.
Soon, the conversation turns to GEH and Christian's accomplishments. At the end, Christian and I plan a trip to Texas with the entire family.
"Your grandparents were awesome." Christian exclaims as we walk away from them.
"Yep.
"I loved why he calls you butterfly." he adds. Gramps calls me butterfly because of the beautiful transformation I have had in my life.
We are stopped by Ros and a beautiful blond as we are walking to say goodbye to mom and dad.
"Hey Ros!" I greet enthusiastically.
"Hi Ana. This is my wife, Gwen." She introduces us.
"It's a pleasure." I say.
"Oh no. The pleasure is mine. Ros and I are humongous fans of your. Plus, I wanted to thank you personally for sending Ros and I tickets to your show tomorrow night." Gwen thanks me.
"No problem. It's just that I had a little encounter with the other day at GEH and figured she was a fan, so I sent her the the tickets and backstage passes." I counter.
"By the way, how did you know I love Yeezus?" Ros asks.
"Umm… I have my ways. And i'm going to leave it to that." I say with a chuckle. "Oh and Kanye and Kim will be attending tomorrow's concert, so you'll be able to meet him." I add.
Ros' eyes bulge and her mouth hangs open. "Really?" She rasps out.
"Yeah." With that I hug both Gwen and Ros and Christian drags me away,
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"Sure Grace." I accept Grace's invitation to brunch at the Mile High tomorrow. I kiss her on the cheek and give her a hug.
"Thank you, sweetheart." She says with unshed emotions. I lean back and look at her with a confused expression. "For helping my son." She explains.
"Aw, Grace! I love him." I say back with tears pooling in my eyes.
I move onto Carrick then Dad, and finally Mom.
"Happy belated birthday mommy." I wish her with a huge hug.
"Thank you baby girl." She coos. "You look beautiful tonight." She continues.
"Thank you." I say.
Next, Christian and I go over to where Ezra, Mia, Elliot, Kate, Paris, and Stacy are hanging out. I grab Ariel from Stacy and rain kisses on her face. From the corner of my eye, I see Elliot and Stacy hysterically laughing. There's something going on there. My subconscious speaks.
Next, I turn around and see Kate's eyes glued on me. Her face is in a sneer and she looks me up and down. Bitch.
"Bye Stacie, bye El." I say and hug them each.
"Leaving already, bro? Can't control yourself?" He ribs.
"Shut up, Elliot." He says in his sexy, CEO voice.
With a final goodbye to everyone, we head out to the car.
"It was really fun today." I mutter my thoughts out loud.
"Absolutely, Ms. Steele." Christian grabs my hand and kisses each knuckle.
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"Ah!" I breath out as I fall on Christian's comfy bed.
"You looked beautiful tonight." He say for the umpteenth time.
I turn on my side and caress Christian's perfect jawline. "You looked really hot tonight also." I compliment back.
"Just hot?" He teases.
I roll on top of him so that my body is completely covering his. Christian's white shirt that I am wearing rides up and Christian's hand goes straight to my waist. "Mmm." He mumbles in my hair.
I support myself by placing my hands on his chest and sit on his stomach.
I slowly take my shirt off and slide his pajama bottoms off his hips. I stroke his… dick for a few seconds then position it on my entrance.
Slowly, I sink down on him. "I love you!"
A/N Please review! XOXO