Chapter 10 – Washington D.C. Part 1
Christian's POV
"Baby, hurry up. The car's going to leave without us," I scream from downstairs at Ana's apartment.
"I'm hurrying," she shouts back frantically.
Ana and I are going to Washington D.C. to visit her dad for ski-week. Her dad will be working for most of our time there, but that means I'll have Ana all to myself. I'm going to fuck her in every way imaginable.
Ever since she gave me those ties for Christmas, we've been experimenting more and more with bondage. Ana fucking loves when she's at my mercy, and it turns me on even more. There's something about me dominating her that makes both of us crazy desperate for each other. Ana's a little freak in bed, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Baby?" I press.
Ana comes crashing down the stairs with her Louis Vuitton luggage.
"I told you I was hurrying," she shouts as one of her bags rolls down the stairs, "Are you going to help me?"
I smirk and come running to save her from her tumbling bags.
When Ana and I arrive at the airport, the private plane is ready for our departure.
"I can't believe my dad chartered us a plane," Ana exclaims.
"He must really like me," I joke.
The plane is really nice though – Ana and I are definitely flying to D.C. in style. There's even a bedroom on this plane. I think we'll be joining the mile high club today.
Ana's POV
When we get to the tarmac, a tacky blonde flight attendant who is showing way too much cleavage comes to get our bags.
She looks up and down Christian, and I glare at her. Bitch, eyes off my man! You're way too old for him. Ugh, just disgusting!
To make the point that he's mine, I fawn all over him. Christian, being oblivious as men are, doesn't even take notice to the whorish flight attendant.
"Excuse me?" I speak up. "Would you mind taking a picture of us?" I ask the flight attendant holding out my phone.
For a brief moment, she looks at me like I'm crazy, but then plasters a fake smile back on her face.
We're currently standing at the top of the plane steps, and the bimbo takes a few steps back further into the plane.
"Oh, I actually meant down there," I state condescendingly pointing to the tarmac. "I think it would look super cute if you took one of us on the steps from that angle," I say placing my hand possessively on Christian's chest.
The flight attendant whose name I completely missed complies and walks down the stairs. I wish we could take off and leave her here in the dust.
Christian gives me a knowing glance while we both smile for the photo. He puts his hand on the small of my back, dips me down, and kisses me.
I can hear the woman gasp, and I laugh into the kiss while she hopefully snaps some good photos.
Serves the bitch right. My man. Mine.
Christian's POV
Ana and I take our seats in preparation for departure.
"There's a bedroom in here," I whisper seductively into her ear.
She bites her lip and smirks.
"You have a dirty mind, Mr. Grey," she muses, "You and your kinky fuckery."
"Kinky fuckery?" I repeat, laughing.
"Yes, kinky fuckery."
"You love my kinky fuckery," I say, nibbling on her upper neck.
Once we reach altitude, Ana is the first to jump my bones. She drags me to the bedroom and starts ripping off my clothes.
Oh, baby. She should know by know that I'm in charge.
She goes to undo my belt, but instead I pick her up and toss her on the bed. I climb on the bed too, so I cower over her.
Ana bites her lip in anticipation, and I can feel my dick start to strain in my pants.
My eyes roam up and down her body, and my baby sighs. Impatient, I see.
"Christian," she whines.
"What?" I smile.
She puts her hands around my neck and pulls me into a kiss.
"Christian…" she moans, "Fuck me already."
"Delayed gratification," I smile against her lips.
"I need instant gratification." She forcefully starts pushing my pants down.
"You're far too dressed," I whisper, unbuttoning her jeans.
She pulls off her sweater herself, and fuck me. She's wearing a matching set of red lingerie. She knows that's my favorite color on her.
I expertly unclasp her bra and start sucking on one of her nipples.
She cries, "Oh, Christian." I fucking love hearing her moan out my name.
I then focus my attention on the other nipple and flick my fingers over her clit.
"Christian, please," she begs.
She grabs onto my cock, lining it up with her entrance.
I dip the head in just a little bit to tease her, and she doesn't look pleased.
She whines and claws at my back, trying to coax me all the way in.
I take her wrists into my hand and push them over her head, pinning her hands to the bed. Oh, I'm definitely in control now baby.
She whimpers and I fully sheath myself inside her in one stroke.
"Fuck," I murmur. She feels like absolute heaven, so fucking warm and tight.
I pump my length into her at a slow pace and she moans louder and louder with each thrust.
When I hit her g-spot, she screams at the top of her lungs in pleasure. Fuck, I'm sure the whole plane heard that.
"That's it, baby," I whisper, still pumping into her.
I pick up the pace and her cute little moans start to increase in volume. Those sexy noises she makes are turning me on even more, and I fuck her harder.
I feel her walls start tightening and her eyes close in ecstasy. I know she's about to cum, so I move my hand in between us and play with her clit again, this time rubbing the small nub hard and fast.
I see a bead of sweat drip down her forehead and she moans incoherently, "God, baby. I… I… I'm going to cum."
"Cum for me Ana," I moan, pinching her nipple.
She screams like a banshee as she loses herself to her orgasm. Fuck, I don't think she's even been this loud before.
I pump a few times more inside her before I spill my seed into her. I let go of her wrists and roll to her side. My cum is leaking out of her, and fuck if there's anything sexier than that.
Like usual, Ana nuzzles her head into my neck, and I wrap my arms around her to keep her warm.
"You were very loud today, baby," I comment chuckling.
"You're mine," she pouts.
"Jealous?"
"Very. That flight attendant needs to learn how to keep her eyes to herself."
I laugh at Ana's irrationality.
"One day I'm going to buy a private jet," I muse.
She rolls her eyes at responds, "I'm sure you can already afford one right now."
While that may be true, I can picture building an empire and becoming successful all on my own – no assistance from my parents needed.
"How does Grey Incorporated sound?" I ask, thinking of names for my future international company.
"I don't like it," she replies, "Sounds lame. Too basic."
"Any ideas?"
She has her thinking cap on, and her cute concentrated face makes my dick stir again.
"Grey Enterprises," she states, "It has a better ring to it."
"Grey Enterprises," I repeat.
After making love three more times, Ana and I fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
I am woken up by the pilot through the intercom.
"Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey, we are starting our descent to Dulles. We'll be landing shortly – about 20 minutes. If you could please return to your seats."
Ana is still sound asleep beside me, having been thoroughly fucked.
I caress her face and kiss her on the cheek. "Wake up baby," I whisper into her ear.
"Mmmm," she mumbles, "Noooo."
"We're almost to D.C., baby," I try coaxing her from her deep sleep, "The pilot wants us to get back in our seats."
She barely opens her eyes and gives me her irresistible pouty face.
"Can you get my clothes?" she asks me.
I hop out of bed naked and run around the bedroom looking for our clothes that were thrown off in the heat of the moment.
"You have a really cute ass," she giggles, and I wink at her.
Ana's POV
My dad sent the Secret Service to pick us up. Ugh! These stupid goons are probably going to report everything about what I'm doing to my dad.
My dad has a townhouse in Georgetown, so I was surprised when he told me the president invited Christian and me to stay at Blair House. I was even more surprised that my dad is going to let me stay with Christian all alone in a very big house.
He probably figures that Christian stays over at my apartment since I live alone. Does he think we have sex? Gah, I can't think of that anymore.
Christian and I are sitting in the back of a Suburban being driven by two huge Secret Service agents.
"My dad's going to meet us at Blair House," I inform him, "He's probably going to have to go back to work after, so we'll have the whole day to ourselves."
"What do we have planned today?" he asks smiling.
"We can take a stroll through the mall. The capitol is gorgeous at night."
"Sounds like a plan, baby," he says placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
"We're going to the White House tomorrow," I tell him, "Uncle Fitz wants to meet you."
"Uncle Fitz," he says laughing, "Like as in the President?" His face looks shocked.
"Yes, the president," I giggle, "He's not intimidating. I promise."
My beautiful boy still looks nervous. "Really," I encourage, "You'll love him."
"And Jerry?" he inquires.
"I'm sure he'll be there too tomorrow. His sister Karen is Mia's age, I'm sure they would be friends," I comment.
"They're like a second family to you," he states sincerely.
"Yeah, my mom was never really in my life. The Grants have always been there for me. Karen and Jerry are my honorary siblings. Olivia and Fitz have been such great role models for me, and even though I had my dad, they always treated me like one of theirs."
I look up at Christian through my thick lashes as he rubs circles along my back.
"Promise me you won't be territorial and short with Jerry," I ask, "I know you have reason to be jealous, but I swear he's like my brother."
"I'll try," he responds, "I know I can be irrational sometimes. It's only because I love you."
I look into his grey eyes and still see an insecure boy. Oh, fifty, I wish I could fix your past and take away all your pain.
"Enough of that," I state, changing the subject to something much more upbeat, "We're going to have so much fun in D.C. I love it here, and experiencing the city with you will be even more memorable."
Christian's POV
Last night, Ana and I took a leisurely stroll around the mall and saw the Capitol Building. It's safe to say we were both exhausted. However, once we got back to Blair House there was very little sleeping if you catch my drift.
Today, we're meeting the President and his family. To say I'm nervous would be an understatement. I mean, I'm meeting the President of the freaking United States of America. That's a huge fucking deal. Fuck, what should I wear? I mean is there like a dress code or something?! Oh, lord now I sound like a girl.
I'm still a bit apprehensive to meet Jerry, but by the way Ana let me fuck her brains out last night, I know there's nothing I need to worry about. That idiot preppy fucker doesn't have a chance at stealing my girl. She's all mine.
Ana's bare body is wrapped like a vine around mine, and I can feel my dick start to stir. Would it be bad to maul her in her sleep? …Probably.
"Baby, wake up," I whisper, nibbling on her earlobe.
She moans and her leg brushes against my hard-on. Fuck.
She opens those gorgeous ocean blue eyes and grins at me.
"Shower?" she muses.
She doesn't have to ask me twice. I easily pick up her light body and drag her to the bathroom amid her endless giggles.
After getting clean, then getting dirty, then getting clean again, Ana and I are now getting ready side by side at the double vanity.
She's wrapped in a plush Frette towel and is doing her hair and makeup. She looks absolutely delectable.
I take a look in the mirror, and we are looking terribly domestic. I could get used to this.
"Uncle Fitz is excited to meet you," Ana comments while brushing her hair.
"The President of the United States is excited to meet little old me?" I chuckle.
"Of course he is. He wants to meet the guy who stole my heart."
"And what is this guy supposed to wear to meet Uncle Fitz?"
"Don't worry about it, baby," she giggles, "I'll dress you." She did pack most of my clothes, anyway.
She scurries off into the bedroom holding on to her towel for modesty's sake. Oh, baby. I don't think you need that towel.
"Christian, come over here," she yells from the bedroom.
She's rummaging through my suitcase and starts throwing pieces of clothing at me. She tosses me a light grey cashmere sweater and black jeans.
"Get dressed," she encourages, "I'll pick out the rest of your outfit."
Like a good boy, I do as I'm told. I have to say, Ana really does have an eye for fashion. I look pretty damn good.
She lays out a black wool Burberry overcoat, a black check Burberry scarf, a Moncler beanie, and a Rolex watch on the bed then gets to work on her own outfit.
I watch as Ana puts on a pair of black jeans, a black oversized sweater, a white overcoat, a white check Burberry scarf, and a Moncler beanie.
I never thought I'd be in a couple, let alone in a couple who tastefully coordinates their outfits.
"You look stunning, baby," I compliment her.
"I know," she quips.
Ana's POV
Christian and I are on our way to the White House via a chauffeured bulletproof Suburban. I can't wait to see Uncle Fitz, Jerry, Karen, and Aunt Liv again. It feels like forever since I was last here.
A short car ride later, we're pulling into the gates of the White House. For someone who hasn't been in this environment before, it can be quite overwhelming.
As always, the White House is abuzz. There are interns, junior staffers, and even senior staffers running around like their lives depend on it. There are also gaggles of reporters looking for any possible leaks or slip-ups from White House staff.
The agents who drove Christian and I here are escorting us to the White House lobby. I take Christian's hand as he looks in awe of his surroundings.
It's then I hear a familiar voice call out my name.
"Ana!" Karen Grant shouts from across the room and comes barreling towards me full force. Now that I think about it, she reminds me so much of Mia. She looks quite chic, wearing a pair of black knitted twill pants, a white blouse, and black heels.
"Oh, Karen," I gush, enveloping her in a big hug, "It's so good to see you."
"And who's this hottie?" she inquires looking at Christian, and I blush.
"This is my boyfriend. Christian Grey," I introduce them. "Christian, this is Karen Grant, but we all call her Baby K around her," I tease.
"It's nice to meet you," Christian says, holding out his hand.
Karen ignores it and goes right in for a hug.
Christian looks at me with wide-eyes, shocked that the First Daughter is hugging him right now. I laugh and give him a sly wink.
"Jerry will be down from the residence anytime now," Karen says, "You know how he is with his hair. Oh, mom and dad are so glad that you guys could make the trip. It was getting dull around here without you. That reminds me. We've run out of ideas on how to prank the Secret Service agents. Jerry and I have been reusing pranks, and these goons are too smart and see it coming."
Jeez, I forgot how much this girl can talk! I really need to get her in touch with Mia. I have a feeling they would be great friends.
Karen continues babbling, "Oh my lord, Ana. Those shoes are amazing. Saint Laurent right?"
"Yeah," I giggle.
"Ugh, I'm so jealous of your wardrobe. Dad's staff is always micromanaging everything I wear. You can't have the first daughter looking like a spoiled brat with designer brands. Ugh, it's so infuriating. Do you know where these shoes are from, Ana? Steve Madden! I'm practically slumming it around here."
"If I didn't know what you were wearing, I'd say you look like a million bucks," Christian smiles, laying on the charm.
"Aw, that's so sweet of you," Karen coos, "Ana, girl. You better keep this one around."
"I plan on it."
Christian's POV
Karen Grant might be more exuberant than Mia. Crazy, I know. She has light caramel colored skin and dark brown hair. She's fairly taller than Ana and exudes confidence.
The girls are talking about fashion, and I'm just drowning it out. I hear someone shout from across the hall, "Ana Banana!" they say much too enthusiastically, and I know exactly who it is.
Jerry Grant, more formally known as Fitzgerald Grant IV, son of the President of the United States, comes stalking over towards Ana and envelops her in a hug.
The fucker is impeccably dressed in a suit and tie. He's about my height, well built, same caramel colored skin as his sister, and he looks straight out of a Vineyard Vines catalog. Preppy fuck.
"Jer-bear!" Ana says, matching his enthusiasm.
He rests her hand on her shoulder, and my first thought is that I want to punch this idiot. God, why am I so jealous?
After he lets go of my girl, he turns to me and holds out his hand. "Jerry Grant," he states.
"Christian Grey," I say rather curtly, sizing him up. Hah, I could take him in a fight. No problem.
After that much awkward introduction, Jerry says to all of us, "Mom and dad are meeting us in the Green Room. Dad's just finishing up with a meeting, and mom's still getting ready."
We follow Jerry to the Green Room, and he gives us little tidbits of information about rooms we pass along the way. Who the fuck is he trying to impress with his useless knowledge? Well, I'm definitely not impressed. Instinctively, I grab Ana's hand and lace it with mine, claiming her.
"This is the Green Room," Jerry continues spewing useless facts, "The architect intended it to be used as a common dining room, but in 1800 it was first used as a lodging room. Thomas Jefferson used the room as a dining room, while James Madison used it as a sitting room, and the Monroes used it as a card room for games amongst their guests. Fun fact – James Madison signed the nation's first declaration of war in this room. It was the War of 1812 and resulted in the British burning down the White House."
Even though some of the things Jerry just said are pretty interesting, I want to punch that stupid mouth of his so he shuts up. Being inside the White House is such an honor, but because that preppy kid who drools over Anastasia is showing us around, all I can think about is how much I want to pummel him to the ground. Despite loving history, all this information Jerry is spewing is going in one ear and right out the other.
Before I can interrupt, Karen says sarcastically, "Thanks for the details of our house Jer-bear."
"Hey, Baby K," Jerry says calmly, "We do have a newcomer to the White House. Just trying to be a good host."
"You've been very informative, Jer," Ana says sweetly, "Even I didn't know some things you were telling us. And I'm sure Christian was eager to learn more about this building's history too, right, baby?" She looks up and bats her eyelashes at me, begging me to go along with her to please Jerry.
"Yes, of course," I agree, keeping it short and sweet.
The walls are covered in a pale green wallpaper, as per its name. The furniture is a mix of greens, whites, and browns that complement each other perfectly. Am I even allowed to sit on this furniture?
"Don't worry, the furniture won't break," Jerry chuckles.
I have to give it to him, that was kind of funny. I can't help but laugh as we all take a seat around a small table.
"Oh, I'll have one of the staffers bring us some snacks from the kitchen. I'm starving," Karen states.
"Tell Philippe to send some truffle fries," Ana says, licking her lips. "He's the head chef here," she whispers to me.
"Oh! YES!" Karen cries, calling a white house staffer in from outside. She then babbles on a list of demands to the poor girl who was obviously in the middle of doing something: "Call the kitchen and have them send us some truffle fries, maybe some mini sliders, caviar and blini, whatever hors d'oeuvres he has on hand, and an assortment of refreshments. Oh, and also some petit fours and small cookies." The staffer is frantically writing all of this down and dashes out of the room to complete her task. It's really almost comical.
"Really Ker?" Jerry laughs, "That girl looked like she was about to burst."
"What?" Karen shrugs, playing innocent, "You have to keep these staffers on their toes or else they'll get complacent."
Ana's POV
I know for a fact that Jerry is not interested in me romantically in any capacity whatsoever. However, I don't think Christian sees that yet. Oh well. I think if we spend more time with him, he'll realize it eventually. At least I hope…
Jerry gave us (mostly just Christian) a lovely small tour and history of some of the rooms in the White House. I know Christian is a total history buff, so he should be eating this up. I mean, a personal tour of the White House from the president's son isn't something you come by every day.
We're now all chatting in the Green Room, and surprisingly Christian isn't staring daggers at Jerry. I wouldn't call Christian's attitude friendly, but he's not being hostile. I would probably describe him as being cordial, which is better than I had originally expected.
Someone from the kitchen staff was sent down to deliver the food. Damn it, I really missed this – having whatever kind of food you wanted, whenever and wherever you wanted. Those are just some of the perks of living in the White House. Not to mention the indoor pool, movie theater, and bowling alley.
"How'd the big game go Jer?" I ask. I just remembered my dad telling me about Jerry's lacrosse team getting to state championships.
"We won, of course," he smiles.
"Yay! Congrats!" I cheer.
"Thanks, banana."
"Is there even lacrosse on the west coast?" Jerry asks, directed towards Christian.
Christian shakes his head, "Not much in Seattle."
"I bet you'd be an amazing lacrosse player," Karen muses, "I mean, look at those arms!"
Oh God Karen! Never bashful that one! I see Christian's face turn red, and Jerry and I break out into laughter.
"Football?" Karen questions again, but Christian shakes his head.
"Basketball?" No.
"Soccer?" No.
"Rowing?" No.
"Water polo?" No.
"Hockey?" No.
"Tennis?" No.
"I give up!" Karen screams.
"No sports," Christian chuckles.
"What?!" Karen cries, mouth wide open, "You're so fit!"
"My thoughts exactly," I tell her.
"There's this place called the gym Karen," Jerry quips.
"Yeah, but most guys your age don't go to the gym. They're too lazy for that," Karen says.
Christian shrugs, and Jerry pipes in, "I guess he's not your usual type then, Ana!"
Christian raises an eyebrow at me and I blush, embarrassed at Jerry's comment.
"Please do tell," Christian tells Jerry.
"Little Ana here's always had a thing for athletes," Jerry recounts.
"Remember in the 6th grade?" Jerry smirks, and I cover my face with my hands. He continues, "Ana had a huge crush on the star kickball player in our P.E. class. What was his name?"
"Dick Willis," I mumble, still embarrassed.
"What was that?" Jerry taunts me.
"Dick Willis," I say louder, gritting my teeth.
The whole room erupts into laughter.
"Here, I have a picture," Jerry says showing his phone to Christian.
Wow, I don't remember this being embarrass Ana in front of her boyfriend time.
Poor Dick Willis. In addition to being cursed with the name Dick (school children can be the worst bullies), the guy is very unattractive, to say the least. He has braces, terribly unruly oily hair, chunky glasses, and is a little pudgy. Okay, very pudgy.
Christian lets out a louder belly laugh when he looks at the picture Jerry is showing him.
"Hey, in my defense he used to be cute in 6th grade," I pout.
"The eye of the beholder, baby," Christian laughs giving me a kiss on the cheek.
Christian's POV
Ok, so maybe Jerry Grant isn't that bad after all. He treats Ana much like how I treat Mia. Like a sister. And despite being extremely intelligent (from what I can tell), he also has a great sense of humor and is great at holding a conversation. I really thought I'd never meet a guy my age that didn't have their head up their ass.
"Dad should be here any minute," Jerry says looking at his watch.
"He's always behind schedule," Karen comments.
Just then, there's a knock on the door, and the President walks into the room followed by two Secret Service agents.
"Thanks, guys," the president says, dismissing the agents.
Shit, that's the fucking president! What do I do? Do I stand up? Like what the fuck is the protocol here?! This is the President of the fucking United States of America.
"Uncle Fitz!" Ana jumps up giving him a hug.
"Hey, dad," Jerry and Karen mumble from their seats.
I timidly stand up to greet him. "You must be Christian," he says shaking my hand firmly.
"Yes, sir," I say, mustering up as much confidence as I can.
I cautiously sit back in my seat as the president talks to Ana, catching up a bit.
"I hear you've been terrorizing my staff," the president tells Karen.
"I wouldn't exactly call it terrorizing," Karen comments, "More like breaking in."
I notice him smirk at his daughter as he picks up one of the sliders from the tray and downs it.
"Where's mom?" Karen inquires.
"You know your mother is. She's still up in the residence getting changed. She should be down any minute," he states. "I know you wish I could stay and hang with you guys," he continues, "But I've got a meeting with the Joint Chiefs in a minute." "You'll be at the state dinner tomorrow, right?" he asks Ana and me.
"Of course," Ana replies for the both of us.
The president gives Ana a kiss on the cheek and pats me on the back before making his departure.
"It was nice to meet you, Christian," he says.
"You too, sir," I reply.
Holy fucking hell. That was just the president. I just met the President of the United States of America. I repeat, the President of the United States of America! And dare I say he seemed like just a normal guy.
I really need to calm the fuck down. The first lady is coming here any minute, and I need to get my shit together. From what Ana tells me, the first lady has been a mother figure to her. Ana adores her, so I better make a good impression.
Ana's told me a lot about her second family. Olivia Pope-Grant is a forced to be reckoned with in the political sphere. She graduated summa cum laude from Princeton University and Georgetown Law. She was an accomplished attorney turned political "fixer" before capturing the heart of a young Senator from California, who is now the president.
She's a role model for Ana. She's a working mother but never neglects her children. She sounds a lot like Grace. And despite being in the ornamental role of the First Lady, she's anything but. She's one of her husband's most trusted advisors, and if you have a political problem, whether it be with a scandal or a campaign, she's the one to call.
Ana also says she's a fashion icon – completely overshadowing the likes of Jackie Kennedy and Princess Diana. People just love her.
Dare I say meeting the first lady was more nerve wracking than meeting the president? Because I think it was.
She's a very elegant and poised woman who reminds me much of my mother. She was very gracious towards me and really seemed to care for and adore Ana. I'm so glad she has someone like Olivia in her life to act as a mother figure. Lord only knows how shitty of a mother Ana's is.
After chatting with the first lady for a while, she and Karen excused themselves, having to attend a women's conference going on in D.C.
So now, it's just Jerry, Ana, and me, and surprisingly enough, I don't mind his company.
"Is this your first time in D.C.?" Jerry asks me.
"Yep," I reply, "Can't say I've ever had a reason to visit the capitol."
"You up for a tour with an insider?" he questions, "There's a lot of boring historical crap to do around here, but I know how to make it a good time."
"Sounds like a plan."
Ana's POV
Ok, so this seems to be going really well. I'd even go as far to say as Christian actually likes Jerry. Dare I say they might become friends? Oh hell, let's not try overreaching here. I'm just grateful Christian hasn't thrown a punch yet.
Anyways, Jerry, Christian, and I hit the streets (along with 3 Secret Service agents). Not very conspicuous; I know.
First stop: The International Spy Museum. Christian and Jerry were totally geeking out over some of the interactive exhibits. It was really heartwarming to see Christian interact positively with someone other than myself or his family; he's usually so anti-social.
After the spy museum, Jerry took us to Embassy Row where we indulged in all sorts international foods: samosas from India, spanakopitas from Greece, potato pancakes from Latvia, bolinhos de bacalhau from Portugal, and yakitori from Japan.
We're completely stuffed. I'm sure it was also uncomfortable and a bit weird for Christian to be escorted by three no-nonsense, tall, buff guys with guns. Not to mention people holding their phones in our direction, hoping to get photo.
If it wasn't for the bodyguards, this would almost seem like a normal outing amongst friends.
Christian's POV
Okay, I take it back. Jerry Grant is a nice guy. He definitely doesn't want in my girl's panties. I'm not going to get all mushy and say we're newfound best friends, but I can't say I've had this much fun with someone who wasn't Ana or my family.
After eating our way through Embassy Row, Jerry took us back to the White House for a game of bowling. Karen and Mrs. Grant came back from their event and joined us. We played guys against girls. Jerry and I were winning until the president joined us. Let's just say he should stick to governing.
After bowling, Ana and I went back to Blair House. We were much too tired to take a shower, so we changed into our pajamas and are now cuddling in bed.
"You liked Jerry, didn't you?" Ana asks, hope filling her voice.
"Yeah, I did," I affirm, "I wasn't expecting to."
"I told you so," she smiles.
"He definitely doesn't want in your panties," I mumble, and she giggles.
"He's like my brother."
"I believe you now."
"And what did you think of Karen?"
"You mean Mia 2.0?," I chuckle, "She's so full of energy. I get tired just listening to her."
"We need to introduce Mia to her."
"That we do, baby," I reply.
"And Uncle Fitz and Aunt Liv?"
"They really are like second parents to you."
"Yeah," she asserts, "I wish my real mom was like Liv, but I really can't complain. Liv has always been there for me. I never felt neglected or unloved. Plus I have the most amazing dad ever."
A single tear rolls down her cheek, and I wipe it away with my thumb.
She smiles warmly at me then quickly changes the subject.
"Are you excited for the state dinner tomorrow?" she asks.
I nod my head. "Have you been to one before?"
"Nope, this is my first one. Oh, that reminds me! We have to go to the City Center tomorrow so I can pick up jewelry on loan for tomorrow."
"Mmmn, dripping in diamonds, I hope," I murmur peppering kisses over her neck.
"Yes," she gasps, "Lots of diamonds."
"Who's the guest of honor?" I inquire.
"Some of the royal family from Denmark, I'm not sure who exactly. Fitz is trying to work out a trade deal with the country…"
I dip my hands down the waistband of her silk pajama shorts to get her to stop talking.
I whisper in her mouth, "I love when you talk international politics, baby."
She responds with a moan as I softly dip a finger into her wetness.
The Capitol Beat
Jerry Grant Alert!
(The article is accompanied by photos of Ana, Christian, and Jerry earlier in the day at the International Spy Museum and Embassy Row)
The hunky Fitzgerald Thomas Grant IV was spotted out and about on the town today accompanied by two friends. One being the lovely Anastasia Steele (millionaire heiress and daughter of the White House's own Raymond Steele), the other being a mystery man (a very handsome one at that).
Steele and this mystery man seem to be very close. They were reportedly touching and holding hands all day, and the photos concur. I know we all used to ship Ana and Jerry who were childhood friends, but is looks that ship has already sailed! And if these photos are anything to go by, I'd say this mystery man has completely captured Steele's heart. We here at Capitol Beat think they make a wonderful couple (they're both much too attractive for their own good).
The three amigos were first spotted at the International Spy Museum around noon and were accompanied by three Secret Service agents. Then it was off to Embassy Row, where the group indulged in delicious treats from around the world at the yearly festival to celebrate international cultures. The three were then spotted getting into a bulletproof Suburban and weren't seen again after that.
We her at The Capitol Beat are doing everything we can to find the identity of this sexy stranger, but if any of our readers know who he is, we'd love to hear from you. That's all we have for today…
Christian's Phone
6 missed calls, 2 from Mia Grey, 2 from Mom, 1 from Dad, 1 from Elliot Grey
4 text messages
Mia: OMG! CHRISTIAN! You're all over the tabloids. Also, do you by any chance have Jerry Grant's number? He's smoking!
Elliot: Bro, your face is all over the tabloids. Fucking hilarious. At least you don't look like a douche. Haha. Call me sometime!
Mom: Christian, darling! Mia has been showing me photos of you all over the tabloids. You and Ana look lovely together. Call your mother. I want to know how you're doing. Did you get to see the White House already? How was it? Love you, darling.
Dad: Call your mother, son.
A/N: I'm so sorry it took me this long to update. I can usually get a chapter written in less than a week, but with all the craziness of the holiday season, I didn't have as much time to write as I thought I would. But from this point going forward, I should have a new chapter every week, if not every 4-5 days. I hope you guys like this one! Happy New Year!