14th September 2014

Anastasia Rose Steele is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. She is everything I've ever wanted and so much more. She's tiny, with huge powder blue eyes and thick dark lashes. Her hair is a curtain of dark silk that falls in gentle waves to her waist. She's slender, with curves in all the right places. I expect those are due to her pregnancy.

But it's not just her looks, though that is what initially drew me in. I fancied a cup of coffee somewhere and in the bakery I chose, I saw an angel coming towards me. No, but it's not just that alone. She is singlehandedly the kindest, most generous, most loving person I have ever met in my entire life. I've never seen anything quite like her. She was born beautiful. Inside, and out.

Last night, she stayed at my house with me, and today, she accompanied me to work. I knew she was nervous, but I wanted her with me. I wanted to bring her. I wanted everyone to know that she was mine.

I held her hand as we walked into the building. She looked exquisite and all my staff turned to take a peak at the small beauty by my side. I strolled through, taking the elevator to my office and she looked around in wonder. It was very big. All glass windows and leather chairs.

"Make yourself comfortable honey," I said to her, cupping her chin in the palm of my hand.

I got on with my work, however heavily distracted by her mere presence. She was lounging on the couch, reading a book innocently. The picture of Dorian Gray. She was on her side, her hair pooling around her. Slender legs in tight jeans, eyelashes batting. She had no idea how gorgeous she was, and that's one of the things I love the most about her.

My eyes travelled all the way down her body, to her shoes. They were converse flats. In my mind, I replaced them with louboutins. The elegant heels framing her small feet. I would buy her a few pairs. I would take her shopping on the weekend. Lily too.

I adore that little girl. She's like a breath of fresh air. A ray of sunshine that I so desperately need in my life. Both of them are. They were exactly what I was looking for.

I was busy going through emails when I heard her get up from the couch. She deposited herself on my lap and I leaned back, cupping her face and kissing her hard.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I said to her. It was very important to me that she knew how simply lovely she was.

She blushed, a warm rose colour flushing her cheeks. God I loved it when she did that. Her eyes looked straight at me, the most unique shade of blue I've ever seen. Big powder blue seas framed by thick, dark lashes. I pulled her closer and buried my face in her neck, breathing her in. I kissed her there and she sighed. I lavished her with kisses and was just about to reach under her shirt when my door was opened suddenly. Ana leapt out of my arms and I stood up abruptly.

Something thin and blonde bustled its way into my office, eyes downcast, shaking. I was absolutely livid.

Olivia.

"Mr Grey -"

"Get out!" I said to her, holding up my hand.

"But sir, I-"

"I said leave. Now."

She scuttled out of the room and I immediately phoned Andrea, my assistant.

"Why on earth has Olivia came up to my office and barged in without knocking?"

"I'm so sorry Mr Grey, it was an urgent matter but of course, she should have knocked. I will speak to her immediately."

"What's so urgent?" I demanded.

Ana came back over to me then, running her soft hands through my hair. I immediately felt calmer. I pulled her into me.

"It's Mrs Grey. She's here to see you and she will not take no for an answer."

"Oh for fucksake."

As soon as I told Ana my mother was coming up she immediately got frightened and started to smooth her hair down and fix herself.

"You have nothing to worry about," I told her. "She'll only be here for a moment."

She didn't listen to me and when she came up she stood close to me.

"Christian," my mother greeted me, with a big smile and open arms.

I hugged her. "Good to see you mother."

She pulled back and immediately zeroed in on Ana. She offered her the same generous smile.

"Hello," she held out her hand. "Grace, and you are?"

"Ana, um, Anastasia Steele."

She smiled and then looked back up at me. "Christian, is this your new assistant then?"

"No mother." I wrapped my arms around Ana tightly and pulled her into my side. "She is my girlfriend."

"Oh!" My mother looked delighted. She then turned back to Ana and engulfed her in a hug. "Oh it's so wonderful to meet you," she declared. "You don't know how long we've waited for Christian to..."

I cut her off. "Okay mother. That's enough. What has brought you here today?"

She briefly explained to me how she was inviting me to dinner with the family and how since I had bailed the last few times, I had absolutely no choice.

"It will be this Friday," she said pointedly. "No excuses Christian. We all miss you."

I nodded and then she looked at Ana. "Oh and of course, you must come dear. Everyone will be so excited to meet you!"

"Of course," Ana said politely.

I squeezed her arm soothingly and stroked back her hair. I watched my mother as she overlooked our exchange.

"Well," she grinned. "I'll see you both then."

I saw her out, and said goodbye.

"She's lovely," she whispered to me.

"I know." I couldn't help the smile that escaped my lips. She truly was.


My day ended quite early. I finished at six as I knew Ana wouldn't want to be away from Lily for too long. I had Taylor drop her back and when she kissed me goodbye, I felt an incredible pang of sadness. I wanted her with me, in my bed, each night. I wanted her things all around my house. I wanted Lily playing in the room upstairs. I wanted to see those pretty dancing eyes and warm arms waiting for me at home when I got back from work. I wanted her.


15th September 2014

It's much later now, almost 1am and I can't sleep. My sheets still smell like Ana and I wish she were here, tucked up small underneath my arm. I wish her hair was all in my face, her breath washing over me, her small hands around me. I miss her...

Not wanting to fight the urge anymore, I dress in sweats, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. I grab my keys and take the Audi to go and sleep with my girl.

She gave me a spare key a few days ago and I'm grateful for that right now, as I don't want to startle her. She's in bed fast asleep as I walk quietly into her bedroom. Lily's in her own room and I so I take my clothes off and crawl in beside her. I pull her warm body into my arms and she stirs, waking up slowly.

"Christian?" She murmurs sleepily.

"I'm here," I say quietly, stroking her hair.

She wraps herself around me like a vine and attacks my neck with kisses. She's happy to see me.

"You're here," she confirms, pushing herself further into me, running her fingers down my chest.

She's in a lacy pink bodysuit, her nipples hard against my chest and breasts straining. I can feel my erection growing.

"Can... Can we?" She whispers shyly into my neck.

I smirk. She's insatiable.

"Of course princess."

I take charge, climbing on top of her and kissing her fiercely. She tastes like peppermint. I've learned how much she loves peppermint tea. I've learned how she loves the colour pink. I've learned that she loves to eat chocolate in bed at night. I've also learned that she loves it when I kiss down that beautiful body, between her thighs, and pull that scrap of lace to the side.

I can't believe how sexually inexperienced Ana is. It blows my mind how anyone can be truly as innocent as this Angel is. The women I dated...they were anything but. The last women I was with, Cassidy, was 38 years old... I stop myself going down that path. That miserable awful life I was practically forced into. Chains, whips... My mind flashes back. Dungeons. Pain. Unemotional.

Never again. I broke away. For good. And now this sweetheart lies in front of me. The most beautiful, precious thing. The thought of taking a belt to her makes me sick. It hasn't even crossed my mind once.

I suck on her clit. I know she loves it when I do this. I open her up with my fingers and devour her. She tastes wonderful. She winds her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer and wraps her legs around my neck, moaning my name softly. I add my fingers, fingering her deeply and I do this until she comes in my mouth. It's the sexiest thing in the world.

When I climb back up, her heart is racing and she's still moaning. I kiss her lips and she places her hand inside my boxers, taking hold of me. I close my eyes, not even trying to suppress the moan of pleasure as she takes my dick and runs her soft fingers over the tip.

"Christian?" she says gently.

"Mhmm?"

"Do you ever think about the future?" She asks.

It's a serious question but she's stroking me gently and I'm finding it hard to concentrate on anything else.

"I do."

"What do you think about?"

Her hand starts to move, a little firmer now and I lean back.

"Ana..." I moan her name.

She's really starting now. Up and down, using her own wetness as lubrication. I feel myself starting to come undone.

"Christian tell me." She insists.

"I think about you," I sigh. "Being with you. Everyday. You and Lily. Maybe even..."

And then she's gone and I feel myself in her warm wet mouth. She's never done this before and oh god. She swirls her tongue around and I tense.

"Ana, honey, I'm going to..."

She continues.

"I think about being with you too," she says to me, draped across my chest. "I hope it's not too soon, but I don't want to lose you."

"You won't lose me."

I kiss her nose and she wrinkles it. She's adorable.

"Paint me a picture," I tell her.

"Really?"

I nod. "Of us. I want to hang it in our bedroom."

"Okay," she whispers.

I wait for it to sink in. When it does, her eyes widen.

"I...Christian..."

I place a finger to her lips.

"You don't have to say anything. You don't have to decide now. Just know that the offer is there. I want you both. Always."

She pulls me on top of her and I take us to paradise.


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