CHAPTER 12

ALL CREDIT TO ELJ

CHRISTIAN

The damn buzzing just won't stop. I reach over to Ana's side of the bed only to find it empty.

Her phone buzzes again.

I reach for it and see it's Jose calling.

"Hello," I say before I let out a loud yawn.

"G-Money?" I take a deep breath as I stretch.

"It's Christian, Jose. And what other man would be answering Ana's phone?"

"Well, excuse me. I was calling to see if she wanted to have breakfast with me this morning. It was kind of our Sunday tradition."

I look at the clock and see it's past nine thirty.

"No, she won't. We're busy."

"Are you guys naked?"

"Good bye, Jose," I say as I end the call.

I yawn again and stretch my naked body out on the bed as I think of last night, the most incredible night of lovemaking I've ever had. It's been years since I've been with a woman outside of a BDSM scene, but last night was more than I ever could have imagined. Seeing Ana laid out for me, wet and wanting, was the most erotic experience of my life. Touching her, tasting her and finally being inside of her has left me fulfilled and sated in a way I've never been before.

Wanting to be with her, I hop out of bed and take in my messy room. The down comforter and most of the pillows are on the floor, and the sheets are a twisted mess. There's are two empty bottles of champagne on the floor as well. Both champagne glasses are on my nightstand, and there's an empty fruit platter on Ana's nightstand from when we got hungry in the middle of the night, along with a bowl of melted ice cream. I make a mental note to stock up on more ice cream.

I march my naked body into the bathroom and look at my reflection. The man looking back at me is smug in his satisfaction. My hair is a mess from Ana running her hands through it and pulling at it all night. I have love marks on my neck and shoulder, but I don't care. We made love a total of three times last night. My little virgin could not get enough of me and I loved every second of it.

Our clothes from last night are a crumpled mess on the floor, but none of that matters now. I pick up our discarded clothes from last night and throw them on the bed before starting the shower.

After putting on some sweatpants and a tee shirt, I go downstairs to look for my girlfriend.

The sound of familiar music can be heard from the kitchen, and when I reach the kitchen, I'm met with her back and watch as she sings and dances to the song. "All I need in this life of sin, is me and my boyfriend." She sings the chorus as she dances around my kitchen.

As soon as I hear Jay Z say all he needs in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend, I approach. I rest my hands on her hips as we dance while she's wearing nothing but tiny boy shorts and a tank top. I can see how hard her nipples are, and I know she can feel my hard dick pressed on her ass.

When she turns around to face me, I see the want in her eyes, and I get even harder. I pull her to me as we continue to dance, pressing my hard dick into her pussy. When she starts to sing again, her words nearly bring me to my knees.

If I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you if somebody hurts you
Even if the somebody was me

Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

"I am your boyfriend. And I told you last night that I'm never letting you go," I say to her as the song ends. She wraps her arms around my neck, and she sticks her hands in my hair. As much as I love her hands in my hair, I know she only does this to prevent herself from accidentally touching my back or chest. For the first time in my life, I feel like I really need to get over my touch issues because when I look into the blue eyes of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, all I want is for her to touch me everywhere.

"Well then, I guess you're all I need in this life of sin, boyfriend." Her eyes are focused on my lips. I slowly inch closer and closer, until I'm close enough to capture her mouth into a deep kiss. Keeping the playful mood, I dip her before tickling her neck with my mouth.

I stand her up, but I keep her locked in my arms.

"So, last night, I had the most amazing night with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but when I woke up this morning, she was gone. I woke up naked and alone. Can you tell me what happened to her?"

She pushes herself out of my arms and runs her fingers through her messy head of hair.

"Well, I woke up and you were sleeping so peacefully, and I got hungry. I figured you'd be hungry too, and I was going to bring you breakfast in bed like you did for me that time. Then I got to thinking that I should probably ask you before I go rummaging through your kitchen, but then I thought you probably wouldn't mind. I started looking for stuff to make you an omelet, then this song came on. And now I'm just going to-"

"Breathe, baby. Breathe. Take a deep breath." To my shock, she does just that.

"First rule of the house. You, Anastasia Rose Steele, can do whatever the hell you want here. You can come and go as you please. You can even paint the walls in purple polka dots for all I care. I want you to be comfortable here. Actually, that's the only rule of the house when it comes to you," I tell her.

"Really?"

"Really."

"So, last night was okay for you then?" She asks shyly, biting that damn lip. I lean down and bite that lip too.

"Last night was the most amazing night of my life. It was my favorite night ever, with my favorite girl ever."

"And you were satisfied with what we did?"

I know what she's getting at.

"It was the most satisfying, fulfilling and sensual night of my life, Ana. Nothing and no one even comes close."

"And you weren't bored?"

"Nope. Not even a little bit."

"But what about-,"

"Shhh, baby. Last night exceeded my expectations. It was perfect. You are perfect. And I know what you're getting at. I wouldn't change a thing about us. Not a thing."

I see her relax and she throws her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

"I'm so relieved. Last night was so incredible for me too. I've imagined my first time a million times, but my fantasies didn't even come close to the reality. I really loved being with you last night, Christian."

I close my eyes as I squeeze her tight. I exhale a breath of relief at her words. The fact that we made love three times last night told me that she enjoyed being with me, but hearing the words come out of her mouth sends a thrill through my body.

"Me, too, baby." I kiss the top of her head. "Last night was the best night of my life."

"Mine too," she says while giving me her shy smile.

"So, do you want to help me make breakfast? Or, would you rather make it? I know you said breakfast is your specialty." She steps out of my arms and grabs eggs out of the fridge and sets them next to a bowl. I'm relieved that at least one of us knows their way around this kitchen.

"Why don't you make it? I like seeing you in my kitchen."

That's all the encouragement she needs. I take a seat at the island to watch her. A couple of minutes later, she puts a hot cup of coffee in front of me before leaning over the island and kissing me on the mouth. She then puts bacon on something and puts it in the oven and begins to chop veggies on a cutting board. I can see her profile, and I notice that she has a slight smile on her face. Knowing that I'm responsible for that smile, I get up from my seat and go stand behind her as she continues to chop. I move her hair to the side and kiss the side of her neck.

"Do you want to help me chop?"

"Nope. I just couldn't be away from you for another second." I plant another wet kiss on the side of her neck.

"I never in a million years would have guessed that you're such a romantic."

"I didn't realize it either until you came along." Another kiss.

"But if you keep doing that, I'll never finish, and I'm famished. Go back to your seat."

"You're a bossy little thing," I say to her as I give her one last kiss and go back to my seat at the island. She works quickly, and minutes later, she sets a plate in front of me filled with an omelet and bacon. She then puts a separate bowl filled with fruit in front of me, followed by a fresh cup of coffee before she takes her seat next to me. I lay my hand on her thigh as we eat in silence.


She squirms in my arms as I kiss her ear, a place I've recently discovered that is very sensitive. I kiss her again, and she tries to squirm, but I'm holding her too tight. Her attempts at squirming only gets waters splashed all over the bathroom floor.

"Now, look at what you've done," I tell her.

"Me? You're the one who filled the tub with too much water."

"I did and now I can't see your tits through all these damn bubbles."

"Perv."

"Mhmmmm. Your perv," I say to her, kissing her ear again.

"You have no idea how much I've been dying to see those tits. And they sure as fuck didn't disappoint," to prove my point, I squeeze them both in my hands. "Every morning, I'd look at them, and they would be so out of my reach. You're like my little siren, calling me to you every morning."

"Your siren, huh? Well at least I haven't led you to your death yet."

"I almost died of blue balls, Ms. Steele."

She chokes on her laughter before craning her neck to look at me.

"I don't think that condition is fatal. And are you telling me that you weren't with anybody all these months you were pining for me?"

"I was not. I haven't been with anybody for about nine months."

"Wow. Why not?"

"I always take a break between subs, then my private life blew up, and then I saw you, and you were all I wanted."

"It's awful what those women did, but you were just amazing. Everyone thought you'd resign, but you didn't. Did you ever consider it?"

"For about five minutes, I did, but I built this company up with my bare hands, and I wasn't going to let anyone take it away from me. I was going to go down fighting. I'm not going to lie. It was hard. Out of everything I've ever done, this is what's always talked about. No matter what I do, or what's written about me, this will always come up. It will always be in the background, but I can't let it control me. I have to live my life."

Once I finish speaking, Ana turns around and is now facing me in the tub. I grab her foot and begin massaging it. She throws her back and moans as I knead her feet.

"So, what do you want to do today?" I ask her.

She looks at me and bites her lip.

"Do you want to do lunch? We can go to my country club," I offer.

She shakes her head at me.

"Um, no. I'm not the country club type, and I want to make us lunch."

"I like the sound of that. How about I take you out for a proper date tonight? I can get reservations somewhere by the marina. We can go for a stroll afterwards."

"Sounds nice, but I have another idea," she says to me. She leaves her side of the tub and comes and sits closer to me, still facing me.

"What's your idea?"

"This," she says as she grabs my cock underneath the water. It was already hard before she touched it, but now with her little hand around it, it's like granite.

"More?" I ask

She nods and moves even closer to me

"More. And more. And more," she says while peppering kisses on my mouth and face. "This thing is going to be broken by the time I'm done with it because while you've been pining for me for all these months, I've spent the same amount of time imagining what you looked like underneath those sinfully sexy suits you wear every day."

"Oh, really? Tell me more."

"I've pictured you naked hundreds of times, but my imagination did not do justice to the real thing. I want to do things to you, Christian Grey." She gently strokes my cock as I devour her mouth with mine.

"I want to taste you. I want to put all of this in my mouth," she says against my mouth. I don't respond. I remove her hand from my cock before I embarrass myself in the tub, and stand both of us up and help her out of the tub.

As soon as we're dry, I pick her up bridal style and carry her back to my bed. I lay her down on her back, and she immediately spreads her legs for me. She smiles at me, tempting me, beckoning me to come to her.

I lay on top of her, but before I can kiss her, she shakes her head.

"Uh uh," she says. "I want this in my mouth," she says while she grabs my dick.

"Whatever the lady wants," I say as I roll off her and lay on my back.

She sits up and scoots down until my hard cock is in her face. I'm so hard, you can see every vein. I feel the pre-cum at the tip of my tongue. Ana slowly licks the top, and that innocent act almost makes me lose my mind. She slowly licks the tip as she strokes my shaft over and over again. She cups my balls and puts just the tip of my dick in her mouth, causing me to let out a loud groan.

"God, baby," I whisper as I stroke her hair.

She teases me some more before taking my entire dick in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. I throw my head back and hiss at the sensation and lose all thought as she sweetly tortures me with her mouth.


"So, this is what you like to watch? Should I be worried?" I ask Ana as I kiss the top of her head. After spending the day at home making love, and talking, we are now laying naked in bed as we watch an episode of Snapped.

"Ha! Just because I like to watch this show doesn't mean I'm crazy like these women," she says as she's wrapped in my arms.

"All the same, I'm going to keep both eyes on you."

"You were going to do that anyway."

"True," I say with a chuckle. "Especially on that ass." I give her butt a firm squeeze.

"Mhmmm," she says as she grabs my dick underneath the covers. I chuckle and pull her body into mine.

"You're insatiable, do you know that, Anastasia Steele? I'm going to need to up my workouts to keep up with you." And it's true. She turned down every opportunity to leave the house, and instead chose to stay in the bedroom. Naked. We only left the bedroom long enough to eat that takeout that I had one of the security guys pick up.

After spending the entire day making love, she tried to get me to take her home, but I convinced her to stay with me tonight as well.

"Are you sure this has been good for you?" She asks out of the blue.

"Your hand is on my dick. You tell me," I say to her as I wiggle my lower body.

"Yeah, but for how long before you get bored and want other things?"

"Look at me," She looks up and her eyes meet mine. "This has been the most fulfilling sexual experience of my life. No way will could I ever be bored with you. That will never happen, so get those thoughts out of your head."

"But, I want I don't want it to be one sided, Christian."

"It's not, baby. You turn me on like no other."

"But-,"

I silence her with a kiss.

"No buts. We don't have to discuss any of that now."

"But I want to."

"Ok. There is one thing I want from you for now," I tell her. I turn both of us on our side so we can face each other.

"Okay."

"Before this weekend, have you ever made yourself come before?"

I see that blush creep across her face, but then she surprises me by laughing.

"I was a virgin, not a nun. Yes, I've come before."

"With what?"

"My hand or a vibrator."

"Okay, so from now on, only I can make you come. You can only come with me, so no more self pleasure. I own your pleasure from now on. Got it?"

"Is that part of it?" She asks, while biting her lip.

"It is. It can be whatever we want it to be. Whatever we agree to. Do you agree to let your pleasure only come from me?"

"Well, you are good at it, so yes. I agree." I can see her breath a sigh of relief. She once again comes and lays her head on my chest. I pull her close, kiss the top of her head and take in her scent.

"Baby steps, okay?" She nods, takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

"Christian?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Is this what love feels like?" She asks quietly, so quietly that I almost didn't hear her. The beat of my heart takes speed and I feel warmth spread throughout my entire body. A sense of peace takes hold of me, and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"God, I hope so," I say, giving the top of her head another kiss. I hear her sigh right before she drifts into sleep.


"You didn't yell once at that meeting, Christian. Even when Howard made that glaring mistake, you didn't lose your shit. Whatever you got done to you this weekend must have been really good, you lucky bastard," Ros says to me as we finally leave the conference room, where we had our monthly meeting with the department heads.

I turn to look at her as I approach my office.

"You're right about the lucky bastard part." I open my office door only to have Ros follow me inside.

"Don't you need to get to lunch?" I ask her as I sit behind my desk and start to check my email.

"It's much more fun to harass you. So, tell me. How was your weekend? You've been practically floating around here all morning."

"My weekend was incredible, and that's all you'll get out of me," I say as I start to type a response to one of my emails.

"You're no fun," she says standing up to leave my office. Ros opens the door only to find Ana standing there with her hand up, getting ready to knock.

Ros greets Ana, turns and gives me a sly smile before walking out of my office.

I sit there and watch as Ana walks towards me with a shopping bag in her hand. She approaches my desk, and I grab her hand and sit her on my lap. I push her hair aside and plant kisses on her neck before turning her around and devouring her mouth.

"I've missed you," she said against my mouth.

"Me, too." I kiss her again. And again.

"I have to run back downstairs, but I brought you lunch," she says before getting up from my lap and standing outside of my reach. I pout, and she laughs.

"What do we have here?" I ask, reaching into the bag and expecting to find some sort of sandwich, but what if find is a warm Tupperware bowl. I open it to find steak. The other container has a tossed salad.

"You guys serve filet mignon now?" I ask.

"No. I actually took that from your freezer. Gail keeps you stocked with all the good stuff, but I wanted to make this for you yesterday, but we got, um, distracted. Anyway, I cooked it for you downstairs." She blushes just then.

"Distracted with my dick in your mouth?"

"Christian! Behave," she says with a laugh.

"This looks delicious, and I'm starving." I grab her arm and put her back on my lap. I cut off a piece and feed it to her before she gets up again.

"I gotta go." She gives me a small kiss on the lips.

"Come back when the café closes. You can shower and change here before we go to the marina," I tell her. Since we never made it to the marina for dinner yesterday, I promised to take her tonight.

She agrees before running out of my office, and I turn my attention to the delicious lunch my girl made just for me.

Hours later, I'm listening on a conference call, annoyed that I might have to go to New York for a few days this month and trying to figure out how I can convince Ana to come with me, when Elliot and Mia barge into my office. I put the phone on mute and tell them to be quiet until my call is over.

I know immediately that something is wrong because Mia is giving Elliot the death glare, and Elliot is clearly angry, but his anger is not directed at Mia. As soon as I end the call, they start to bicker.

"I came to you in confidence, Elliot. You're such an asshole. You didn't even think about it like I asked you to. It took me a week to come and talk to you, and you just rush right over here." Mia's voice catches in her throat almost as if she's on the verge of crying.

"What the hell are you guys talking about, and must you have this discussion in my office in the middle of a work day? I have shit to do," I tell them.

"Let's go, Elliot. Christian is busy." Mia takes Elliot's hand to pull him out of the office, but he pulls his hand away from Mia.

"He needs to know, Mia."

"Does he? Does he really? Aren't things between them bad enough? Please, let's just go," Mia pleads with Elliot.

"Is the he you guys are referencing me? If so, spill. What the hell is going on?"

"This." Elliot tosses me a flash drive. "You need to see this shit."

I take the flash drive from Elliot and put it in my computer. I'm confused at first, because all is see is Mia's messy room, but soon, mom and Ana walk in. I realize then that it's the day of the barbeque, and this is footage of when they went to get Ana a bathing suit.

I look from my computer screen to my siblings confused. Mia's face is red, and she refuses to look at me. Elliot's jaw is clenched so tight, it looks like it might break.

The volume on the video is horrible, and I have to rewind it several times to hear what's being said. At first, it's just mother asking basic questions, but I bristle at her asking Ana about how she's able to afford her tuition.

"And your job at the café is enough to pay for your tuition?" She asks rather condescendingly. I hold on to my desk with so much force that my knuckles turn white. Grace Grey doesn't stop when Ana tells her she got a scholarship. Oh, no.

"Is that the story my son told you to tell everyone? That you got a scholarship because it's clear to me that he paid your tuition. Just like he paid for this Caroline Herrera dress. I know you can't possibly afford it."

She then walks and hangs up the dress. I look up at my siblings in disbelief. Mia is crying and Elliot is slowly nodding his head at my discovery.

I can feel anger bubbling when she talks about Raymond Steele being just a carpenter.

"Right. You're from Montesano, right? Your father is a carpenter? My daughter likes to talk, and all I've heard lately is about Ana, Christian's girlfriend. But I know better. I just can't believe he had the nerve to bring one of you to my house under the guise of a relationship. He's fooled everyone else but not me."

"What does my father or where I'm from have to do with anything? And what do you think you know that no one else does? I am his girlfriend. We are in a relationship. I don't understand your point, Dr. Trevelyan."

That anger boils over into indignation when she basically calls Ana a liar.

The guilt I feel about paying Ana's tuition behind her back doesn't last long, but it's quickly replaced by rage at what my mother says next.

"My point is, I know what you are, and I won't stand for it in my house. Is that how he likes it? For you to act all bashful? The constant blushing? The shy glances in his direction? He must have you trained well because you picked out the most modest bathing suit in here. A young girl like you should have more self-respect than that, but I guess desperate times, right? Gotta get that tuition paid."

I rewind that part several times to make sure I heard my mother basically calling my girlfriend a whore.

I turn towards my siblings, the angry look on my face giving them pause. Mia shrinks back and stands behind Elliot.

"How did you get this?" I ask. My tone is measured. I make sure to enunciate every word.

"Mia's webcam was on and she came to me with it. I told her you needed to know." I nod at Elliot and fix my gaze on my sister.

Before I speak, I make sure to draw several breaths because if I lose my temper with my sister, I won't get the answers that I need.

"How long have you known about it?" I ask with as much calm as I could muster. My tie feel like a noose around my neck and I quickly loosen it.

"About a week."

"One fucking week and you didn't come to me? Our mother calls the woman I," I begin. "She calls girlfriend a whore, and you sit on this for a week, Mia?" She's not fooled by the calmness of my voice. She takes an involuntary step back before she speaks.

Why the hell didn't Ana tell me this? How the hell has she been feeling the past week? Is this why she made us wait so long to make love? Why the fuck did she keep this from me, especially when I asked her if Grace had upset her?

"Because I knew how you'd react! I went to Elliot and wanted him to talk to mom with me. I don't want you to go and confront her, Christian! Our family is fractured enough. I want things to go back to how they were before all this shit happened!" Mia's always been one to cry when she's angry. She violently wipes the tears that pool in her eyes.

"I'm not the one who won't let this shit go, Mia. Our mother is! It's one thing when she directs her anger at me or criticizes me, but she's gone too far with this. Ana's done nothing but make me happy in the short time we've been together. And our dear mother calls her a whore? Did we look at the same fucking video? If you want this family healed, you need to go talk to her! And I'm your fucking brother! How about some loyalty to me?"

"I'm sorry, Christian. I just didn't want to cause any more damage to our family," she says as she wipes more tears. She takes a deep breath before she speaks again.

"Christian, please calm down. Maybe we can show this to dad, and he can deal with mom." I hear the optimism in her voice and hate that I have to be the one to tell her no.

I grab my jacket from behind my chair and put it on, take the flash drive and put it in my pocket .

"Don't worry, he's going to hear all about his wife's actions, but our dad isn't going to do shit other than find a way to blame me for this. Fuck this! For months she's done nothing but show me what a disappointment I am to her, but this? She crossed the line. Any real mother would be happy that their son has found someone as wonderful as Ana, but Grace Grey has shown her true colors. She's nothing but a condescending, egotistical shrew."

I dial up security and tell Sawyer to meet me in the garage.

"Christian! Where the fuck are you going? At least let me come with you." Elliot asks.

"Now, you want to go with him, Elliot? What the hell did you think was going to happen when you showed up in here with that flash drive? This is exactly what I wanted to avoid." Mia points her index finger at Elliot. "This is on you when our family falls apart even more." She then sits down on the couch and starts to sob.

"Mia –," Elliot begins. He puts his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugs his hand away.

"First, I'm going to find my woman and demand to know why the fuck she kept this from me, and then I'm going to find our mother."

A/N: Ana should have taken Jose's advice and told Christian herself. I was going to just let this be a fluffy chapter full of love, but what fun would that be? If I were Grace, I'd go hide somewhere. Until laters. Thanks for reading and reviewing.