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(Fifty Shades of Popularity CTG06ARS)
Ana POV
"Who were the four guys?" Christian asks me abruptly in the midst of my rehearsal.
"What do you mean?" I ask him sitting down on one of the chairs set up in the CenturyLink stadium.
He rolls his eyes then narrows them at me. "The four men you had sex with in your life. Not including me." He explains with a CEO voice.
"Let's make a deal. You give me all fifteen names and i'll give you my four names." I say putting my Chanel butterfly sunglasses on. It's really humid for Seattle today. I'm wearing an oversized shirt of my tour, shorts, a plaid shirt tied at my waist, and a black baseball hat.
I turn my eyes to Christian and see him typing furiously into his phone. "Hey, Ana! Can you please look over the visuals once again?" My IT guy asks me jogging over to where I am sitting.
"Sure." I respond and ask for the MacBook in his hand. For the next 20 minutes, we are just talking about each intermission we have in the concert when Taylor appears with a file in his hand. He discreetly gives it to Christian and walks away.
"Everything's fine except for the first one. I think you should change the music. But, not entirely. Plus, add some bass to it." I suggest and Tom, my IT guy walks away.
"Here." Christian says placing the file in my lap.
"What is this?" I question.
"The fifteen names." He answers putting on his own aviators.
"'Kay. My first was in senior year of college. His name was Paul Clayton." I pause when I see him typing on his phone. "Do not harass them or else I will not tell you anything else." I warn.
"I'm not going to do anything. It's just my evidence of the men you slept with." He says disgusted.
"What kind of a fucking double standard is that?" I yell. "Am I the only one who had sexual relations before this relationship? No. You slept with fifteen fucking women, Grey. Am I disgusted? No. We both have our pasts and you need to deal with them Christian. Look at the ratio! Four to fifteen; and you are only two years older than me. Do not… Do NOT talk to me like that at ever again." I say each with such calmness that it is scary. "And do not use the stupid excuse that you're a man. It's really outdated and irrational." With that, I stand up and start walking up the stage. I stop mid step and ask one of the crew member for a piece of paper and a pen.
On the piece of paper, I write down the four names:
Paul Clayton (College Student.)
Jamie Dornan (He is happily married with a child!)
Derek Roy (One of my ex-coworker.)
Kenneth Huffman (He lives in France. Don't know anything else.)
Fuck you!
I fold the paper and jog as fast as I can in my shoes (SIx inch ankle boots) to where he's still sitting down. His head is in his hands and he is hunched over. I feel kind of bad. He's always told me that he's never been in a relationship. This is ALL new to him. If I were in his place, I would be jealous also.
Who the fuck are you kidding, Ana? My inner goddess remarks. I am soooooo jealous that Christian has had sex with fifteen women. I took out my frustration on him for no reason.
I take a deep breath and touch his shoulders. He looks up and for the first time, I see a little, lost boy in him. Tears spring to my eyes. "I'm sor…"
I stop him with a searing kiss. His hands tangle in my hair and my arms circle his neck. He pulls me down onto his lap, but we stop abruptly when I hear a camera click. We turn around and see my choreographer, Jose, standing there with a camera around his neck.
"Umm… Do you mind?" I ask.
"Absolutely not, darling. Carry on." He says lifting the camera up again.
"Fucking asshole." I whisper and try to get up, but Christian stops me by tightening his hold on my waist. I look questioningly at him and he captures my mouth in his.
I don't hear Jose's camera click, so I relax and melt in his embrace. I stroke his tongue with mine and grasp his smooth, dark copper locks. Out of nowhere, I hear Elliot's annoying voice and part away from Christian. I look up and see Christian having the same expression as mine: annoyance.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Christian yells in Elliot's direction. Elliot is carrying a brown paper bag and a tray of drinks in the other.
"Who let him in?" I shout to the closest security guard.
"Hey! I brought food! Appreciate it, bro and sis." He says tipping his fedora hat after putting the drinks on the stage.
"Like your hat." I point out.
"Thank you." He smiles. I'm still sitting in Christian's lap, so I get up and move towards Elliot.
"What did you get?" I question taking the bag away from him. From the corner of my eye, I see Christian's file and my piece of paper lying on the chair besides Christian.
"Christian, your file is right there. Plus, my input is right on top. Just ignore the last two words on the bottom of the page." I smile sweetly at him.
"Don't you want the file?" He asks bemused.
"No, i'm fine. Just read the paper, okay?" I reply.
"Sure, baby." He sounds out of sorts.
"Can we eat? I'm hungry." Elliot pleads.
"Sure, El. Let's go to my trailer." I offer.
As we are walking to my trailer, Christian, Elliot and Taylor are awestruck. "There are more than one hundred trucks used to move the stage, lighting, and other supplies from one place to another." I explain. "The stage which is being set up right now, has one of the most intricate designs ever."
"Yeah, when we were about to go on the Europe leg of the tour, we had a very hard time shipping the supplies from one continent to another." My stage manager, Thomas continues.
"Mmhm." I nod in consent. "Is this your trailer?" Elliot asks with his mouth open.
I roll my eyes and point at the nameplate on the door. "No." I say sarcastically. We walk in and I turn on the lights.
We are all eating when Elliot drops a bomb which I knew was coming, but I wasn't sure how fast it was going to come.
"I want to break up with Kate." He said abruptly. Christian chokes on his drink and I stop my fork midair.
"I like Stacy. Really like Stacy. Kate's too damn annoying. She was a good fuck.."
"Uh! TMI!" Christian and I groan together.
"Sorry." Elliot says with a wicked smile indicating that he is not sorry at all.
"I saw that last night. You were smiling at Stacy; more than you already do. She likes you too, but she'll never admit it when you're with Katherine. By the way, what problem does Kate have with me? She was eyeing me up and down at the party." I exclaim stabbing my salad with a fork.
"Umm… about that. I think, she only got together with me because of Christian. She has a crush on you, Christian. A major one." He winks. My salad gets stuck in my throat causing me to cough and splutter everywhere. Christian comes to my aid and gives me water and pats my back. "Are you okay, baby?" He questions lovingly, kissing my cheek. "Yeah, thanks." I beam back at him.
"Enough with the PDA!" Elliot interrupts with a groan.
"Fuck off, Elliot." Christian chastises and grabs my wrist to pull me into a passionate kiss. I follow Christian's lead, show Elliot the finger, and lose myself in his embrace. His mouth dominates my mouth and he slips his tongue in my mouth and sucks my tongue.
"Ah!" I fake a long moan and wink at Christian. He smiles against my mouth and continues with his kiss.
"Oh, fuck it! Tell me when you're done!" He says and walks out.
We break our kiss and go to the window, so we can hear and see what Elliot is saying to Taylor, Sawyer, and my stage manager. He is walking in circles and runs his hands in his hair. "Fucking teenagers. Can't stop sucking each other's faces. Assholes. I am so fucking hungry and they are basically dry humping each other! I want Stacy! God!" He screams or rather squeals like a girl. Thankfully, I was recording the entire rant with my iPhone, so I can blackmail him later on.
I look up to see Christian grinning from ear to ear down at me. "Good job, baby." He says grinning and kisses the top of my head. I intend to put the video in use right this moment, but before that, I need to send this video to Christian; for back up.
"I sent this to you, just in case he gets hold of my phone and deletes it." I explain and kiss the corner of his delicious mouth. "Love you." I whisper parting away from him.
Before heading outside, I quickly change into my black Converse, so it'll be easier for me to run away from Elliot.
Christian grasps my hand and leads me to the door. "Wait!" I say and turn on to the part when Elliot screams that he wants Stacy, then squeals. I open the door and let Christian stand in front of me. "We're assholes?" I ask in a deep voice. "We're teenagers? At least we do not scream like a eight year old girl who was refused her Cabbage Patch doll." I say with a chuckle and a smirk. "By the way, I recorded the whole ordeal on my phone. Including you declaring your infatuation with Stacy." I smirk smugly.
Everyone around us is trying very hard not to laugh, but breaks out in hysterics when I play the video from when Elliot says 'I want Stacy! God!' and then squeals. Even TAYLOR is laughing so hard that he has tears in his eyes. Thomas and Sawyer are bent over and red in the face; and Christian is holding onto my waist, his face is hidden in the crook of my neck, as he is laughing in my neck.
"You little…" Elliot doesn't finish because he lunges towards the phone which is secured in my right hand. I break away from Christian's arms and start running. "Give that to me!" He screams at me as I run farther away from him.
"NO!" I yell back and continue running around the trucks and what not.
"Ana, do not stop! Keep running!" Christian joins me on my mission?
"Just follow me." I command and lead him to the dancer's make-up room. "Hey guys! We're just gonna hang out here for some time." I tell them. I have an all female band and dance group that have been with me since forever. I look around the room and notice all of them gaping at Christian. I snap my fingers to gain their attention and glare at them.
"Shit! He's coming over." Christian informs me, his eyes locked on his phone. Taylor's possibly giving him information.
"There's only one place left." I grasp Christian's hand and lead him outside. "We need to run towards the back entrance where the stage equipment is kept." Right then, I turn to the right and see Elliot sprinting towards me. "Fuck! Shit!" I scream and run the other direction. Behind me, I hear pounding footsteps of Taylor and Luke accompanying Elliot.
I stop when I see a fucking jungle of paparazzi. "How do you run so fast?" Elliot asks breathless.
"I was on the track team in middle and high school. Plus, I used to sing while running to gain my stamina to sing and dance at the same time." I explain taking a few deep breaths to calm down.
"Okay, sister. Give me the phone." He orders with his hand outstretched.
"No." I say. Before I can do anything, El grabs me from my waist and swings me around. The cameras are going crazy, but no one around me cares. Christian is still laughing his ass off from hearing me and Luke and Taylor are just standing there with smirks on their faces. Elliot continues to swing me around, adding tickling to the mix. "Okay!" I splutter.
He puts me down and grabs the phone out of my hand. I walk over to Christian and wrap my arms around him. He looks down at me and kisses my nose then my mouth, several times. The cameras do not stop flashing at all. I turn around and place my hands over Christian's that are on my waist. Elliot deletes the video and gives the phone back to me with his all white teeth American boy smile. "There. No proof." He states.
It is taking everything I have to not burst out laughing, and I can feel Christian's smirk on the back of my head. I put my hands up in a surrender pose, "Yep!"
"You have a copy, don't you?" He asks with his hand on his chin.
"What? No!" I say innocently. His eyes land on Christian, but Christian has his CEO, fuck off face on so you can't see any of his emotions.
"I will get you back." Elliot threatens.
"Have fun trying." Surprisingly, it's Lukey.
"Why, Lukey?" He questions in the most horrendous girly voice. Just as I am about to lunge at Elliot, Christian tightens on his hold on my waist and throws me over his shoulder. "I just saved your ass, bro." Christian taunts leading me back to the trailer.
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Mia POV
"Oh my god!" I scream in frustration. "This is not how I want to do my hair. I'm going to…"
"I know sweetheart." Franco says exasperated. I grab my phone and start texting Paris. She and I have become really good friends over the course of a few days.
"What time are we supposed to be at the stadium?"-Mia
"It doesn't really matter. We're in the VIP section, so we'll be
given special treatment. ;D Also, we can all meet up with
Ana before the concert starts. Maybe."- Paris
"EEEEP!"-Mia
"Lol"-Paris
As Franco is doing my hair, my mind wanders to the events that have happened in the past few days. Ana is perfect for Christian; they both look like they're in so much in love. I just hope they get married! I will plan their perfect wedding with a ton of celebrities and a lot of glamour. Oh god!
Suddenly, my mood plummets and I remember something very important I need to tell my family and the Steeles, since they're already like my second set of parents and siblings. I hope they understand. However, right now, I am going to enjoy a wonderful pedicure and relax.
Elliot POV
"Elliot! Can you come here?" Kate yells from my room. Shit. How the FUCK do I break up with her? She doesn't even want you! She wants your brother, Grey!
I'm really happy she didn't want me, because I do not want her either. She was just someone who I brought home for a Sunday dinner, but it quickly escalated to a relationship.
She's the longest girlfriend I have ever had. I have no idea why! She was perfect in the beginning: sweet, caring, even loving to some extent. Now, she has turned into a fucking bitch. She gets mad at every little thing, behaves rudely with my family, and eyes my brother like a fucking piece of meat. He has found his soulmate in Ana. She is perfect. Even though she has a lot of money… and I mean A LOT, she's never put it in our faces. You'd expect a popstar of her level to act all egoistic and what not. Well, Ana is such a feisty, yet loving, humble, and an understanding person.
I have to do this. I stomp towards my room and open the door with a thud. "Where the fuck were you? And what is this?" She glowers at me and throws her iPad on the bed. I lean over and grab the iPad.
The iPad's screen shows a series of pictures; me swinging Ana around and both of us laughing, Christian carrying Ana on her shoulder, and me kissing Ana's cheek and hugging her. The article's title is, "Anastasia Bonding With Boyfriend and His Brother During Rehearsal". Very stupid title.
"What about it?" I ask tossing it on the bed.
"WHAT ABOUT IT?!" She shouts. "Why is she in your arms? I'm the one who is supposed to be there, not that whore!" She screams. She just called Ana a whore! I have to remain calm.
"First and foremost, Ana is not a whore like you are. Get that in your head. She is a trillion times better than you; she has earned all the fame she has today all by herself! What do you do? Live by your parent's, and brother's money, go shopping every day, and eye rich men who have the money to buy you everything." I stop to take a breath.
"How fucking dare you?" She bellows. "You want that Stacy, don't you? You want to fuck her…"
"What a stupid question! You want my brother, who doesn't even look your way! Why? Because he doesn't want gold diggers like you in his life. I committed the biggest mistake making you my girlfriend."
"That little slut! She flirts with my man in front of me and expects me to just sit there and do nothing!" She responds.
"THAT'S IT! WE ARE DONE! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND DO NOT EVER COME BACK AGAIN!" I bellow and watch her pack up her bags and leave.
I let out the breath I had no idea I was holding. I have feeling I need to tell Ana and Christian to beware of her.
Christian POV
"'Fuck you'?" I repeat the last two words which Ana wrote on a piece of paper containing the four names. Well, she told me to ignore them, so I do. I send a quick email to Welch, my head of security, to give me detailed background checks of the four names. After that call, I search Jamie Dornan on my iPhone. He's a good looking fucker, but… eh. Then, I typed Kenneth Huffman to see if he were famous, but there's no trace of him on Google. Ok, I'll just look at the background checks. I don't mean to brag, but i'm a much better looking guy than this Jamie Dornan fucker. I'll check the background checks later for all of them.
Right now i'm headed to the Centurylink Stadium where Ana is set to start her concert in ninety minutes.
"What the fuck?" I groan when I see major traffic on the highway.
"It's because of the concert, sir." Taylor explains.
"How many fucking people are even going to her concert?" I ask Taylor.
"52,000 people sir. And this is not even her biggest concert. It's relatively smaller to her other ones." He continues. Well shit. Damn, how does she not get stage fright in front of so many people? This is going to be the first time i'm ever going to see her live, and luckily, our seats are in the front row of the show.
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"AAAAHHH!" Mia screeches as we are guided to our seats by security. Everyone in the Steele and Grey family is here along with Taylor, Gail and her sisters. Weirdly, Flynn is also here with his wife and so is Andrea.
The entire stadium is pretty much already full with a loud crowd who are applauding for the opening act whom we all skipped because we were stuffing our faces backstage.
Ana forbid any of us to let us meet her backstage, because she needed to be in her 'zone'. "E, where's Kate?" I question noticing her missing.
"We broke up dude. She called Ana some names and Stacy some names, then accused me of wanting Stacy. Which I do!" He quickly adds looking at Stacy with Mia and Paris huddled together taking pictures of themselves. "But, I think you… well, me too... need to be cautious of her. She left with her belongings without putting up a fight." He explains.
"Fuck." I hiss and rake my hand in my hair. I send a quick text to Taylor to put someone behind her.
As we are walking to our seats, I see an entire area roped off with security surrounding it. There are chairs placed in rows with a giant bag full of souvenirs placed on each chair. There is a barricade about two feet from the stage and every couple of feet is a security personnel wearing neon yellow shirts guarding the stage and my Ana. There sure are a lot of people here tonight. Will she be okay? What if she falls? What if she forgets her own lyrics? Shit!
"Fuck! Sorry we're late." Ros' throaty voice interrupts my thoughts. I nod towards her direction and go back to my thoughts; more like my anxiety for Ana.
"She's going to be fine dude!" Ezra yells in my ear. My confusion is clearly written on my face because he elaborates, "She's performed about a bazillion times before in much bigger stadiums. This is nothing for her."
"Sure." I choke out. Out of nowhere, I feel someone nudging my forearm to gain my attention. I look down and see Ros with her mouth hanging open.
"Yeezus!" She whispers breathlessly. What?
"Let's go and meet him." Ezra suggests and drags a petrified Ros with him. I decide to follow along and find out who Yeezus is. Ezra goes up to him and… it's Kanye West with his wife Kim Kardashian and Bruce Jenner. I immediately stop in my tracks, turn around, and march towards my mom and Kareena. No way in hell i'm talking to a woman whose ass is abnormally large. Is it even real? Yeah right. As I am walking back to my seat which is in the first row, right in the corner, I am halted by Ezra's voice calling my name.
"Christian, this is Kanye and his wife Kim." He introduces us. I'm going to kill him.
"Pleasure to meet you both." I say politely and shake Kanye's and Kim's hands. "Same here, Christian." He greets. I have the urge to correct him and make him call me Mr. Grey, but I just want to get out of here, so I let him continue. "I've been following your story since a long time. You're one of the reasons as to why I started my own fashion empire." He explains cockily.
"It's an honour. If you need any help, i'm sure my second-in-command, Ros, will help you. She a huge fan of yours." I decide to be nice to Ros. Kanye looks over to Ros who is practically jumping up and down in joy and engages her in a conversation.
"The fans are turning on!" Mia screams in my ear once I have returned back to my seat.
"I can hear you perfectly fine if you speak in a normal voice Mia." I admonish.
"Sorry, but i'm just so excited! I've never seen her concert so close to her." She says dreamily. In return, I roll my eyes and turn my eyes to Flynn and Rhiann, his wife.
"Did you guys also receive surprise tickets from Ana as well?" I question jokingly.
"Matter of fact, your mom sent us tickets Christian." Flynn smirks at me. "Which were given to her by Ana." He continues. Wow.
Suddenly, the lights turn dimmer and the crowd goes wild; screaming and cheering for Anastasia. Ninety-nine percent of the people attending the concert have their phones out and pointed towards the stage, trying to absorb each little detail of the show. I notice the gigantic stage and realize that the humongous rectangular prism which is set in the middle of the stage is rotating. Every three feet, is a black fan pointed towards the direction of the stage. Slowly, the screen comes to life and the crowd's screaming calms down a little. A series of images and short videos spring to life on the gigantic screen in black and white. All of a sudden everything goes black and a really catchy beat starts playing. The crowd goes wild once again. Six of her dancers appear in black clothes and giant black hats and walk in formation from the left side of the stage and stop right in the middle of the stage. The screen focuses on the middle of the stage, smoke coming from the two sides of the stage, and slowly a perfect silhouette ascends right in the middle of the stage and Anastasia appears. The entire stadium is shaking and I have to hold onto the rail to make sure I don't fall. I look over to my left and notice Mia, Paris, Stacy, Gail, her sisters, and Elliot screaming their heads off with the rest of the stadium. Ray and Kareena's faces are full of pride and joy for their daughter. I am awestruck at the sight. She is standing there with her head down and her giant black shielding her face from us, looking magnificent. In her right hand, she holds a golden microphone.
Right then, I see Sawyer appear in a black suit, looking contrite and he stands exactly where the stairs to get up the stage are. He nods at Taylor's direction and focuses his steely gaze on Ana and fixes his earpiece.
Gradually, she looks up and my breath is sucked away from my body. Her face is taut, no smiles, but her eyes amused at her fans' antics and she looks hotter than ever. I'm going to get an erection if I don't change my train of thoughts.
She lifts her mic and 'welcomes' everyone to her tour. She starts singing a verse and everyone sings with her; my mind is captivated by her beauty and voice, so I can't focus on anything around us.
Then, she starts dancing and I almost faint at the spot. I mean, who can dance and sing that well at the SAME time? Ana certainly can. And in high heels!
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"Now that you're out of my life, I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you, but I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without you, but I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without you, I laugh harder
Thought I wouldn't grow without you, now I'm wiser
Thought that I'd be helpless without you, but I'm smarter
You thought that I'd be stressed without you, but I'm chillin'
You thought I wouldn't sell without you, sold nine million
I'm a survivor (what?)
I'm not gon' give up (what?)
I'm not gon' stop (what?)
I'm gon' work harder (what?)
I'm a survivor (what?)
I'm gonna make it (what?)
I will survive (what?)
Keep on survivin'(what?)
Thought I couldn't breathe without you, I'm inhaling
You thought I couldn't see without you, perfect vision
You thought I couldn't last without you, but I'm lastin'
You thought that I would die without you, but I'm livin'
Thought that I would fail without you, but I'm on top
Thought it would be over by now, but it won't stop
Thought that I would self destruct, but I'm still here
Even in my years to come, I'm still gon' be here
"If you've ever survived an illness, a hater… or anything in your life, I want you to sing with me tonight!" She adds in the middle while her backup vocalists are still crooning softly in the background.
I'm a survivor (what?)
I'm not gon' give up (what?)
I'm not gon' stop (what?)
I'm gon' work harder (what?)
I'm a survivor (what?)
I'm gonna make it (what?)
I will survive (what?)
Keep on survivin'(what?)...
I'm a survivor"
Did she sing this song for me? It explains how I felt about Elena when I was just fifteen years old and how I feel about her now. I am a survivor of abuse… sexual and verbal abuse. She made me feel like a piece of trash every time we would fuck, and unfortunately I took it. I was just fifteen fucking years old! I needed love, but she taught me how to fuck and beat up women. Now without her, I feel on top of this world, I could not be any more happier. Ana is in my life and without her i'm nothing; I am closer to my family, my best friends whom I have ignored since forever (Elliot and Ezra).
Gah! I love this woman! I need to beat down the urge to kiss her right this moment… Before I've even completed my thoughts, she walks by, blows a kiss at me and mouths 'I love you' to me.
The audience goes wild and a smile is plastered on Ana's and my face. I blink in response as she starts singing and walking away.
It's time to take some action against that plastic piece of shit.
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"Remember those walls I built
Well Baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I've got my angel now"
"Thank you guys so much for coming out today. I had an amazing time with you all tonight." She says splashing water on her fans, wearing a golden leotard. She is standing on her other smaller version of a stage which is attached to a ramp that starts at the big stage and ends at the small stage. The small stage is filled with water and she danced around in it barefoot. In the background, the box has opened up to two different screens and each shows a close-up of Ana. Fireworks are being blown up from on top of the two sections of the gigantic screen continuously. Anastasia starts singing once again
"Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all of your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo
Halo"
She finishes her song with intricate vocals while walking back to the big stage and smiling at her fans all the way. "Thank you so much for being amazing tonight. I can't wait to come back next time. I love you guys. God bless you. Until next time... Good night. Mu-ah!" She slowly descends and blows a kiss to her audience; never once does the beautiful smile leave her face.
"That was awesome!" Mia and Elliot scream together. Yep, that was the best concert i've ever been to in my life. It had so many amazing elements to it. The lighting was awesome, the choreography and transitions were on point, but the one thing I was not impressed with was her choice of clothing.
Throughout the entire show she was wearing leotards which showed a great deal of her magnificent ass. Which should just be for my eyes to see. Every time the camera would focus on her backside, everyone would start screaming, and it pissed me the fuck off.
Now, I just want to go home and cuddle in bed with her. Cuddle? When did Christian Grey start cuddling? I smirk to myself. When Ana came into his life.
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Ana POV
I slowly descend down from the stage and release a huge breath I was holding. That was an amazing show. The audience was extremely energetic and engaged to every single song I performed… and I loved every single second of it.
I step away from the stage and i'm greeted by a white robe with my initials on the back and a pair of flats. "Thank you, Drew." I say and put on the robe as fast as I can and then the shoes. The water today was really cold today, but the dancing kept me warm; now I am freezing.
"Good job, Ana." Luke wishes me as he and Drew safely escort me back to my changing room backstage so I can change and meet some of my fans and others who are attending the show because they have VIP tickets.
I am bone tired right now. If I had a bed right in front of me, I would… "Ms. Steele, the party has been arranged for the crew and dancers at the Mile High Club. Plus, your dress from Versace for the Coping Together Ball tomorrow is here. It was personally designed by Donatella Versace and hand sewn in Milan. I think you will love it." Hannah informs me with her eyes on her iPad and a smile plastered on her face.
"First of all, call me Ana. Second, I think i'm going to skip the party, but i'll have to ask Christian; and third… I hope I like the dress too. By the way, enjoy the party." With that I stride towards my dressing room where Tyler awaits my presence so he can experiment on me once again.
As I put my hand on the door handle, I sense a magnetic pull which is always present between Christian and I. Is it weird that I know exactly when Christian is near me? We love each other so much that we can sense our presence without even looking around.
I turn around and see Luke and Drew gone, leaving me with a very hot looking man leaning against the door frame, looking at me with a heated gaze. I'm soooooooooooo tired right now, but I would love to have him buried inside of me. He slowly stalks towards me and pulls my bottom lip away from my teeth, "Don't bite that lip, Anastasia." He warns in a smooth, sultry voice.
"Sorry." I whisper dumbly. This man makes me lose my abilities to talk, move, and breath when he is around. I want his soft lips on me right now. I stand up on my tiptoes, grab the lapels of his black leather jacket and pull him towards me. His soft lips mesh with mine, his hands tangled in my wet hair and my arms encircling his neck. His tongue slowly explores my mouth as I close my eyes and relish the feeling. We slowly part away but I keep my hands around his neck and he keeps one arm around my waist and the other at the nape of my neck.
"You were amazing tonight." He says after a long pause.
"Thank you." I feel my face turn bright red under his heated gaze. "I need to change, so do you going to come inside with me or do you want to hang out with Ezra and them in the lounge?" I question before he can tease me about my blush or shyness.
"I'm going to go and talk to Taylor about something, so i'll meet you there. Just hurry up please." He ends with a kiss behind my ear. "Love you." And with that, he leaves. There is a goofy smile plastered across my face which is solely for my wonderful boyfriend.
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"You look hot Annie!" Tyler gushes while I gaze at my reflection in the mirror. Tyler chose my outfit for tonight and it includes: stone-washed, high waisted ripped (booty) shorts with a floral Adidas crop top. The crop top has the Adidas logo printed on the front in orange ink with the words 'Addidas' on the bottom and the sleeves resemble a kind of a kimono. For the shoes, he has given me these black Louis Vuitton five inch leather platform ankle boots. My hair has been washed, dried, and curled to perfection and weirdly Tyler did my nails also. In less than forty-five minutes, they have transformed me. My nails have been changed from a pale pink to a bright coral pink and my makeup is simple; nude lipstick, foundation, eyeliner… and a lot of other things. Okay. It's not that simple.
As I stand up and turn around to face a full length mirror, I notice that a part of my very toned stomach is visible. I have never been more proud of my body in my life! I finally have abs! Not just little ones that are barely visible, but i'm full on ripped! Fuck! AAAAAHHHHHHH! My inner goddess is dancing right now like nobody's watching her. I need to calm down.
"Oh my sweet lord!" I hear Paris exclaim from the door. "Have you looked at those mile long legs? Or that perfectly toned stomach? Jesus, you look smoking hot Steele. Christian is going to die tonight." She explains with a smirk.
"It's taken way too many In-N-Out burgers I have had to sacrifice to get this body." I observe with a wistful expression. "But I love it, so I guess i'll just stick to lettuce and other types of grass." I continue.
"By the way, amazing show..." She skips over and gives me a bone crushing hug. "...as always."
"Thank you." I respond. My gaze turns back to the mirror and I realize how cool my necklace belly chain looks in this top; it highlights and accentuates my abs.
A knock on the door takes me out of my thoughts. "Let's go, guys." Sawyer instructs us.
We walk towards the meet and greet room in comfortable silence. I am escorted to a room with white couches, refreshments, and a cherry wood coffee table in the middle. "Can you give me my phone please Luke?" I ask him for my phone with my hand outstretched. He hands me my iPhone and I scroll through my Instagram account which has been updated with pictures of the concert tonight, thanks to Paris and Hannah.
The first people to arrive are everyone who I invited personally or were invited by Grace and Mom.
Christian is the first person to come by my side and kisses my temple. "You look amazing baby. I can't wait until we get home, so I can have my way with you… all night long." He whispers in my ear and kisses me right behind me ear, sending shivers down my entire body. "I can't wait either." I reply breathlessly.
Starting from my Mom, everyone gives me hugs and kisses and tells me how proud/happy/amazed they are of my show and I. At last, I meet a tall man with dark blond hair, beautiful green eyes, and a very thick British accent. With him stands a stunning redhead who looks like she is in her mid thirties. Christian, who has been glued to my side since he entered the room is shaking the mysterious man's hand like they are old friends. Who is this?
"Ana, this is John Flynn and his wife Rhiann." Christian introduces us. Flynn… Flynn… I've heard his name before. "My therapist." Christian elaborates. There you go.
I shake their hands also and reply, "It's wonderful meeting you." Then, I turn to Rhiann's direction and shake her hand also. In return, both of them beam at me and John is the first one to speak. "It's an honour meeting you. You were amazing out there." He compliments. I try very hard not to blush, but I can feel my cheeks heat up.
"Thank you. I've heard a lot of things about you by Christian." I add. Soon, we fall into an easy conversation about all sorts of topics. I get to know that they have two boys who drive them crazy and Rhiann is also a therapist for young children in hospitals who cannot afford expensive charlatans.
The first person to arrive from the 'Make A Wish Foundation' is an 11-year-old Tiffany who suffers from leukemia. The moment she enters the room, I stride towards her and pull her in a tight embrace. She starts crying and I feel silent tears making their way down my cheeks also. Her dying wish was to meet me and I remember how overwhelmed I was when I heard the news. She gives me a handmade card, my favorite candies (Milk Duds and Twix), and a rose. "I know that roses are your favorite flowers." She explains in her sweet, melodic voice.
"Aww. Thank you so much." I thank her and pose for a picture with her. The visitors continue and each time I have a battle inside me to not bust out in tears.
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Finally, the night is over and everyone but Christian, Luke, Drew and I is gone. Taylor had to go drop off Gail's sisters at their hotel, so Christian let him go early. Christian and I are sitting on the white sofa sipping on Budweiser beer and I have my feet settled on Christian's lap. I have my hair pinned up in a messy bun and Unfortunately, we have to leave soon, so I cannot take off my shoes right now, but I am taking this moment to simply drink beer and study Christian's profile. His angular jaw, perfect nose, kissable lips, unruly hair…
"You have the most mesmerising eyes, Anastasia." I have no idea when Christian moved his head to face me. Of course, I blush and earn a chuckle from him. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the party?" He questions further.
"Yeah, i'm sure. I want to let them enjoy however they want to." I smirk. I close my eyes and lean my head back feeling Christian's muscular hands massaging my legs. Suddenly, I feel Christian's hand slowly making its way up my left leg, then brushes across my torso and finally squeezes my breast.
"Christian!" I scold him, but i'm unable to keep the smile out of my voice.
"What?" He counters innocently. I narrow my eyes at him, but he swiftly moves my feet away from his lap, pulls me down so that I am lying on my back and completely covers my body with his.
His lips glide over my cheek, slowly descending down to my jaw and then neck. He snips and bites different parts of my neck leaving me very horny. "Aaah!" I moan and squirm under him as he leaves hot, wet kisses up and down my neck.
Just as he is about to take things to the next level, a knock interrupts us and we are forced to part away. "What?!" Christian roars causing me to giggle. He looks into my eyes and his lips form a straight line. "You will pay for that later, Anastasia." He says lowly. He said my full name which means i'm in trouble. Uh oh.
"Sir, Ana it's time to leave. The stadium is almost empty with just a few people scattered here and there." Luke addresses. I nod, stand up from the couch, and extend my hand to Christian so he can follow my suit. "We'll be there." I acknowledge and gather all the bags full of candy everyone brought me. Almost every single bag has Milk Duds and/or Twix in it with an occasional KitKat and Reese's peanut butter cup.
"Want one?" I offer Christian a king size Twix bar which he accepts with great deliberation.
"Seriously Grey?" I yell at him. "It's a Twix bar! You're never supposed to refuse any type chocolate Christian! Especially Twix!" I shout at him while putting six Milk Duds in my mouth at once. "Let's go!" I mumble incoherently and sip on my beer.
Christian looks at me with an amused expression before taking a big bite out of the chocolate bar. "Good job." I point at him with my beer bottle.
As we are heading out, I grab myself a new bottle of beer and open it since mine is almost over.
Christian grasps my hand, entwines our fingers, and leads me outside of the stadium where security awaits our presence.
Luke and Drew are walking by our side so that no one can stop us for anything. Christian has draped his jacket over my shoulders because of the cold air and has his arm wrapped around my waist holding me close; constantly brushing his long fingers across my bare flesh. As we head outside, I see a black Escalade waiting for us, but in our way is a swarm of paparazzi and fans mixed together. I take a sip of my beer and snuggle closer into Christian's side and he leans down to kiss the top of my head.
We make our way to the car and I try to ignore each and every question that is being thrown at us.
Christian makes sure that he opens my car door before going to his side and sliding in right besides me. I discreetly put the partition up and straddle Christian's lap. My lips find his neck and I start leaving kisses on the length of his neck. I shrug his jacket off of my shoulders, lean back to gaze into Christian's almost charcoal eyes and then attack his mouth. His tongue fights its way into my mouth and takes over the action. I groan lowly into his mouth causing him to tighten his hold on my waist and he lowers his lips down my neck and jaw.
The entire way home, we are making out in the back of the car like horny high schoolers; sucking each other's faces.
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CPOV
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I shout in my phone to an incompetent fucker. I'm supposed to be buried deep in my girlfriend's sweet pussy, but here I am, talking to someone who messed up a simple deal. Fucker.
"I'm really sorry sir, but they want to meet you personally. They are ready to have a meeting wherever you choose, sir." He explains timidly.
"Is this what I pay you for?" I scream a few decibels louder than before. "God dammit, can't Ros go to this fucked up meeting?" I question while my hands make their way to my hair.
"I'm afraid not sir." He says in one breath. Start counting from 10. I do that four times and in a deathly calm voice reply. "Plan the meeting in Santorini, Greece." I say and hang up. Ana and I can have a mini vacation and I can deal with this stupid deal. I've always wanted to go to Greece and with Ana, it'll make it even more special. Yeah, that's what I need. Me, Ana and no interruptions for a few days… and a lot of sex.
I make my way to our room to get changed into my pajamas, but find Ana missing from the room. I quickly put on my pajama bottoms and skip a shirt since it's pretty warm tonight. "Ana! Anastasia!" I call out. No answer. I'm getting worried right now. "Anastasia!" I yell louder than before.
"In here baby!" She yells from the media room. I stalk towards the media room, my nose flaring, and my hands fisted at my sides, ready for a fight. I had told her to stay in our room but she had to leave; making me worried beyond words. I thought she had left or something had happened to her.
"An…" I'm left speechless at the sight in front of me. Gradually, my fists uncurl and my breathing returns back to normal, but my dick turns rock hard. "Fuck." I breath. Ana is standing where the DVDs are kept, skimming through several movies wearing the hottest thing ever. She's wearing a white chemise which leaves very little to imagination. Like very little. Also, her face is void of all makeup showcasing her flawless, clear skin and her eyes which have turned into a dark shade of blue; her hair is in a messy side braid. There are two pieces of delicate lace on her breasts attached by very thin strings on her shoulders showing a great of her cleavage and the bottom part is sheer giving me a clear view of her white thong and mile long legs. The dress ends right under her ass, barely covering the most divine ass i've ever seen. In her right hand, she hold one of the platinum rose gold champagne flutes I ordered about a month ago from Venice and in the other she is holding up a DVD copy of Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban.
"Do you mind if we watch this movie? I just finished the book since i'm rereading the series. By the way, how tall are you?" She questions. How tall am I?
"Six two. Why?" I dare to ask.
"Damn. I was off by two inches." She mutters under her breath. I know she is turned on by the fact that I am not wearing a shirt, but she refuses to showcase it. She gulps down the entire glass of champagne and walks over to the large chair. She sits down with a thump and points her harlot red finger at me. "Come on! Let's watch." She orders.
Instead of sitting down next to her, I go over to the billiard table where the champagne bottle is placed and start drinking straight from the bottle. Ana traps her soft, rosy lip in her mouth and bites it making my dick twitch. I walk over to where she is sitting, stare into her eyes, and pull her up taking her seat. "What are you do…" Before she can finish, I have pulled her down to my lap and my tongue is down her throat. "Shh." I scold when I part her away from her for one moment but connect our lips together once again. "I love you so much." She whispers against my lips after linking her hands behind my head, playing with my hair on the back of my neck.
"Let's go back to our room." I suggest to which she nods enthusiastically. I help her stand up, walk over to where the champagne is, pick up the bottle and glasses and hand them to Ana. "What a gentleman you are." She remarks sarcastically holding the glasses in one hand and the bottle in the other.
I roll my eyes and walk over to where she is standing with her hands full and swoop her in my arms, bridal style. She squeals and snuggles closer into my chest, keeping a strong hold on the bottle and the glasses.
"I love you too." I kiss her forehead and head towards our room. I enter the room, kick the door close, and gently lay her down on the bed. "Want some champagne?" I question taking a sip from the bottle. She looks at me appalled, "Seriously? I need you right now. Need, not want." She elaborates and suddenly starts gulping the champagne from the bottle after ripping it out of my hands.
"Whoa! Calm down." I exclaim and take the bottle out of her hands and placing it on the bedside table. "Lay down." I command. She follows and I get a moment to look at Ana's amazing body. She has flawless skin all over with a few freckles on her shoulders which become darker when exposed to the sun and her bright blue eyes… they entice you and trap you in their depths. My eyes wander down her body and take in the curve of her breasts, her abs, my heaven, and her long, toned legs. As my eyes reach her face, I see a scowl painted on her face. "Be paitien..." She leaps on me and pushes me on the bed before I even finished speaking a word.
"I cannot wait!" She whispers and pulls my pajama bottoms off me. I do the same to her chemise and latch onto her left breast. "Ooh!" She moans and fists her hands in my hair, pulling me closer to her breast. I snip, bite, and suck wherever I get the chance to. She pulls my hair causing my head to snap up and starts kissing me without restraint. I roll over and push her under me without breaking the kiss. My lips slowly lower down her body, licking her throat, sucking her hard nipples, and kissing and licking every other available spot on her stomach.
I really want to eat her pussy, but my dick cannot handle another minute of not being in her. I slide down the thong, if you can call it that, and hold my dick at her entrance. "Are you ready?" I ask even though her pussy is glistening wet.
"Yes." She mewls in response. I guide myself through her folds and slowly enter her. "Aah!" I groan in her ear. It feels amazing being inside of her. My nirvana… my drug. I pick up my pace a little and make love to her until we are both screaming each other's names.
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I take a peek over to my right side and see Ana sleeping like the dead. We literally fucked and made love for three hours straight. Every position available to humankind, we experimented. I'm feeling refreshed right now, also very tired.
Ana is sleeping on her side facing me, her lips pouty and her hair scattered around her pillow making her look like a goddess. I yawn which indicates that I am also very tired right now. I turn over to my side to look at her even better. The satin sheets are tangled in between her legs and she clutches the sheets to her chest, shielding her body from my touch once again. I chuckle at the memory.
"Do not touch me again!" Ana warns blowing hair out of her face and wrapping herself in a satin sheet. I smirk and put my hands in a surrender pose. "Ah! I can't even move my neck." She exclaims in anger.
"Baby, you wanted it as much as I wanted it. But i'm really sorry if I hurt you." I say sincerely and lie down, leaving her sitting Indian style on the bed. "It's okay, Christian. It's just that I danced in heels for two hours and then walked in them for a long time, which made me really tired, then I became really horny causing me to lunge at you and have sex for three hours straight, orgasm after orgasm and it was heaven, but i'm just really sore and cranky; sorry for lashing out at you. By the way, you looked amazing tonight." She rapidly puts out. I stare at her dumbfounded and i'm sure my mouth is hanging open. She giggles and closes my mouth by placing her hand under my chin.
"Wha…" I cannot even say a word. She just beat Mia at speaking fast. I shake my head to regain my senses and gently kiss her on the lips. "It's okay baby. Good night." I mutter and kiss her ear while pulling to me so that her head is on my shoulder. I play with her hair until she falls asleep; one leg draped over mine, her arm around my waist and her head is resting on my chest.
I just think she was a little tipsy from the all the beer and champagne she drank. I snicker and Ana moves a little, loosening her hold on the sheet. I take the opportunity to pull Ana close to me and we spoon. Her naked back to my naked chest. "I love you so much." I murmur in her hair and inhale her unique scent. Slowly, my eyes close and I fall into a peaceful sleep with the love of my life in my arms. Life is perfect right now.
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A/N: I'm soooooooo sorry for taking this long to update. I started working on it, but took a break which lasted longer than it should have XD. By the way, next chapter is the Coping together Ball. FInally! And, CTG and ARS will talk more about their problems and the solutions to the problems in the next few chapters. (Elena and Carla) Also, Mia will be revealing a big secret to her family(s). Finally, Ana and Christian will take a vacay to Greece soon.
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Songs I used: The beat in the beginning is the "Formation" beat by Beyonce.
"Survivor" Destiny's Child
"Halo" Beyonce
I have a theme where i'll be choosing only Beyonce songs from now on. I don't want to start choosing different songs from different singers.