Before I say anything else — I'm really sorry for not replying to any of your reviews other than sending out a couple of teasers (in which it's just a copy and paste process). If you've skimmed through my previous author's notes, I think you'll know why, so I hope you understand.

I do love all the reviews!

I think there's a need for me to clear something up or re-emphasize something.

First of all, yes, Ana and Luke had a sexual history and it has lasted for a few months. No, they didn't have sex on the night of her twentieth birthday in Vegas. If you've pieced the details together, you'll know that Luke simply proposed to Ana with a ring under the influence of alcohol and public pressure.

Ana did not cheat on Christian. Her and Luke's sexual relationship ended years before Christian and Ana started theirs (or even met). Whether or not Luke tells Christian about their history is going to lead to the same thing—him getting fired. Besides, why should Luke tell him? It'd never come up as a topic of discussion between the two men, and Anastasia is Christian's sub at the time. If they're dating, then Luke probably needs to confess, but they're not, so what's the point of getting fired over a pure sexual relationship. Now that Christian is pursuing Ana, he could tell him, but when would that take place? Ana spoon feeding him information is enough.

I totally understand that a lot of you are bothered by the history Luke and Ana has, but given the type of person that she is, she wouldn't give a fuck about what other people think. It's just a phase in her life.

Again, all mistakes are mine! If there are any major ones like the logic isn't making sense, please call me out on it.

I hope I'm not boring you to death.

THIRTEENTH HOUR

"Baby, I've let you sleep for twenty-two more minutes already." He shook her awake after making sure that everything was prepared and checked in with Taylor. "You can sleep in the car, it's a long drive."

"Where ever the fuck we're going must be worth it, because, damn you motherfuckers have to be so precise down to minutes." She uttered the longest sentence that she was going to say before she was fully awake. Heaving a long sigh, she sat up and rubbed her eyes, failing to rub out the weariness that she was feeling.

"I did tell you that we're going to get up really early." He reminded her while tossing her the clothes he picked out for her and wrapped her in the jacket that she wore yesterday which belonged to him. He almost gave her his rowing hoody when she asked to borrow a jacket from him. With her, everything that he was used to just ceased to exist, he had never been possessive about another person before, let alone a girl but now he wanted her to wear the hoody with his name on the back, telling every fucker out there that this girl was taken by the luckiest son of a bitch.

The sky was still dark when they went out, her eye lids were still droopy and he would chortle at her conscious level from time to time whenever he saw her yawn. He knew she wanted to comment on how dark the outside looked but didn't because she was too tired. She was out the moment she got comfortable snuggling against him in the back of the SUV.

...

"Jason?"

The voice of his boss jolted him out of his focus on the empty road ahead of him, it was rare for him to use his first name, and even rarer when he sounded like he was going to start a conversation with him. In fact, it was the first time that Grey had used tone with him.

"Sir?"

"Forget about the rules for now, just answer me honestly." He requested, and Taylor could nod in acknowledgement. From the rear view mirror he could see Anastasia coddled to his side, his palm splayed on her hip possessively. "Why didn't you tell me that Ana's father is married to an ex of mine?"

Taylor's eyebrows were lifted so high in surprise that it almost looked comical. The question was asked so out of the blue that made Taylor wonder just how much did Ana tell him about herself and her life.

"With all due respect, Christian." Taylor sighed, he knew Grey was feeling out of control at this moment and was probably seeking an outlet since he didn't have the heart to wake up the girl next to him to confront her. "I'm only aware of your acquaintances in the past four years." He reminded.

"Fuck," he pulled at his hair feeling stupid for even blurting out the question, but since he had started the questioning, he wasn't going to stop until he had gotten some satisfying answer from Taylor regarding this girl next to him. He knew he should've just asked her, but hearing everything from her wasn't going to be easy, so he thought hearing it from another person might be better for his poor blood pressure. "Can you look into it?"

"I can, but personally," Taylor replied, deciding to include his own input since the Boss had started this conversation off in a friendly setting not an employer and employee setting. "I think it's better if you talk about this with Ana."

Christian sighed loudly, disappointed from the response he got but knew that Taylor was right. "Speaking of Ana," he moved onto the next subject that he wanted to get out of the way.

Taylor gulped subtly, wondering if the Boss had found out about Sawyer and her history or it was something that she had done with them during their days off.

"Do you know about her carrying permit prior to the contract?"

"Yes," he answered honestly, there was no way around it and he didn't see a reason to hide it.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Her background check came back clean, without any red flags. Her license is for her own defense, and whether she carry or not isn't something that I can change, besides I ruled it as a self-defense weapon."

"You never thought her with a gun could be a threat to me?" He mused out loud, knowing this question was a moot one.

"No, because according to her background check she is a good citizen that knows how to follow the rules."

"Yeah, right. She knows how to hide away from authorities, that's what she is." Christian snorted at how many of his rules that she had broken.

"She knows how to get around the laws and not get in trouble," Taylor agreed, "but that's not a bad thing because even though I haven't looked into it, but I have reasons to believe that her father is an ex-Special Force, preferably Delta Force."

"Is that why it's not listed in his career?" Christian asked though he had never read Anastasia's background check, he only got a report from his security telling him that she was no threat and she was no mole for any kind of organization. He had remembered that she had let it slip that her dad was an ex-Delta Force a few hours ago.

"There's nothing written about that man in her check, only that he is an ex-Marine and now a PI." Taylor replied. "His profile is probably partially sealed by the government because Delta Force rosters are always classified at the highest level." Taylor explained. He thought Grey knew about it since they seemed to be taking time to sit down and converse in the last few hours before they went to bed.

"Why do you think she needs to carry for self-defense?"

"With her father's background and personality, he's probably made some enemies along the way, or there are simply people who don't see eye-to-eye with him and wanted to get to him. The man knows about it and knew that some of those bastards will target his daughter."

"And, how did you know all this?"

"It's a guess with reasonable theories."

"And, just where did those theories come from? What are they based on?"

Taylor cleared his throat uncomfortably under the scrutinizing gaze of Christian's. He knew his boss was asking about his down time. "The night Luke and I went out to meet with Belinda at that shooting range," he started the story that Christian had heard of, but from a different perspective. "We saw Ana at the range," he paused waiting for his reaction, when there was none, he knew that Anastasia had probably already told him about it.

"I know about that part. I want to know what happened in the pub that you saw each other at again. The one across from the shooting range." He demanded.

"We started off talking about guns, and then when we all said that we're ex-military, she brought up her father." Taylor shifted uncomfortably knowing that he was under his Boss's vigorous questioning scowl. He could feel Grey's annoyance without sparing a glance at the rear view mirror. "She shared stories that he had told her about when he was in the Marine Corps. From what she had described about him, he is not a people's person and he's hard to get along if you started off on the wrong foot."

Christian sat in his seat, still unable to wrap his mind around the woman dozing off on him. He knew that his past wasn't exactly pleasing to eyes, and he was grateful that Anastasia hadn't brought up her observation of the resemblances in his submissives. They were all brunettes and he once thought he chose brunettes because he wanted to punish his birth mother for neglecting him and overdosing to leave him to fend for himself. He had spent a ridiculously long period of time in therapy working on it and coming to realize that he was attracted to brunettes and was only too brainwashed by Elena about the lifestyle, since it was what he was told about the lifestyle. Even though he had only had sex with Elena once, but that didn't mean she didn't show him everything about the lifestyle. Her influence over him was still significant. He was only punishing the girls because of selfish reasons, and because he couldn't stand them breaking the rules that were supposed to keep his ordinary life uninterrupted.

"How much do you know about Anastasia? Or how much does she know about you?"

"We didn't talk about anything personal that night, it was all story sharing of our times in the military."

"No, I mean surely that's not the only time that you're with Anastasia during your time off. She said she's asked you, Sawyer and Prescott to the gun range before."

Taylor pursed his lips, he didn't know if the Boss had been informed about Anastasia and Luke's history, but he could be certain that there definitely was one. He didn't know how to answer the question without outing or hinting about a possible past between Anastasia and Luke. If he had dropped any hints, no matter how subtle, Grey would be sure to sniff it out.

"For fuck's sake, just out with it, Taylor." Christian groaned at the hesitance that his Head of Security was showing.

"I spend most of my day off with Gail and my daughter, so I've been turning down invites to the gun range." He explained, "I've been with them a few times. Since the three of us don't always get the same day off, so I'd usually accept the invitation when either Luke or Belinda has their day off. We've been to the gun range and also fight clubs."

"Fight clubs?" The pitch of his voice told Taylor that he wasn't finding this piece of information to his liking one bit. He shuddered to think of what it actually was. "Like the movie?" That was his first thought when he heard about it, and if that was true, he dreaded to think that Anastasia would be going in and out of places like that.

"No," Taylor chuckled, "not like the movie. Ana does kickboxing but she doesn't wrestle and the more violent ones aren't her style. She brought us to this boxing place. It's like a gym, much more organized than real fight clubs. That way she could avoid fighting with random strangers. It's the place that she usually goes to, and that's also the place where she and Luke practice Krav Maga, the self-defense that both of them mastered. Belinda sometimes kick box with Ana, but since she's better at Chinese kickboxing and Martial Arts, Ana fights more with Luke."

"Do you join them? In the fights, I mean."

"No, I'm there for damage control." He chuckled again, making Christian shudder at the thought. "It can get pretty violent." Taylor elaborated, "I'm mostly there as the referee and to make sure that no one gets seriously injured."

"But, I don't remember seeing any bruise on her on the weekend." Christian mused out loud. If Anastasia really was that competitive and violent on the mat, she might've gotten injured and if she had he would've noticed. She was naked most of the weekend with him, after all.

"We usually go to fight clubs on Mondays, because any injury would've healed by the time the weekends approach. At least that's what Ana says. Other times, we'd just go to the shooting range."

"Why can't you just go to a gym to spar?"

"Because what they do isn't exactly sparring, it's more like fighting. They do it for real. Luke doesn't go easy on her." Taylor confessed, sneaking a glance at Anastasia who was still passed out on Christian's shoulder, seemingly oblivious to all the talks about her.

"Is she any good? At shooting, I mean." Christian didn't know why he asked, but he just wanted to know more about his girl, even just those small bits and pieces that didn't seem important.

"Compared to her with a gun and her with a bunch of knives, I'd say her shooting isn't as good as her with knives. She's not bad with archery, and her shooting is on target and accurate, not disappointing at all for a person that had been shooting all her life. Her knife throwing was another thing though." He recalled, remembering just how impressed he was when he saw her throwing knives when she thought she wasn't being watched. He had seen her throwing darts at that pub that they had first met but when he saw her throwing knives, he now knew where her accuracy came from.

"Does this girl has anything normal?"

"I don't know, Christian." Taylor sighed, he knew Anastasia was a lot to take in for the Boss, but he could also see that this girl was good for him and that he was also very smitten with her. "She is certainly independent, not only in the material sense, but also emotionally and mentally. I can tell that she won't lean on just anyone and she wouldn't trust just anybody." Christian could sense that Taylor had regarded Anastasia highly and had been impressed with her during the three months that she had been his submissive. "I don't think there's anything ordinary about this girl. She's well protected emotionally, that's all I can tell. She'll keep everyone at arms length, and I believe that there's no one that knows everything about her. I don't think even her two best friends that she grew up with know every aspect of her. She can be unexpected."

Christian sighed. There was no way he could put up with this girl. He knew she was fiercely independent and could take care of herself probably better than he could take care of her. That didn't stop him from worrying about her, though. His first opinion of her after she told him about her activities during the week was, this girl was reckless as fuck. However, Taylor seemed to see her as someone responsible and albeit reckless, she knew what she was doing and could fend off the consequences.

"I have something to confess though." Taylor started once again, seizing the opportunity to get everything that he was holding to himself about this girl out to the Boss since he had given him permission to conduct a conversation with him. "You've put Luke Sawyer as her tail since you met her in the Mile High," he said, which was exactly what Christian did.

Since meeting that night, he had been somewhat worried about the girl, because she was unlike any women he had met. She was like a closed book to her, unable to read anything from her. She was too unreadable that Christian had thought about putting a shadow on her just so he could verify whether this girl was trustworthy or not. "Yes, I remember." Christian prompted him to continue.

"I think she knows about it."

"Sawyer's a professional, how can she possibly detect him?"

"She's obviously well trained, and is very vigilant about her surroundings. I think she knows that she's being shadowed, she's just never break it to you that she knows."

"No, I don't believe that. A girl like her would definitely throw a fit if they realized that they're being tailed."

"That girl has probably read you but you haven't been able to read her."

"I have, I know her." Christian protested, though he was starting to doubt that himself.

"I think you've read what she wants you to read about her." Christian sighed, helplessly running his hand through his already untamed hair. He didn't know if this was a good thing or not, he didn't like to be at a disadvantage. "She's just guarded. From what I've observed of her, she's used to showing the people around her what she wanted them to know about her."

"She never reveals much does she?"

"No, she never talks about herself when she was with us. She just invite us to hangout at the shooting range or at the fight clubs. Luke would always go when he was off duty. Belinda has declined sometimes, and I think Luke has been running with her at night and working out with her during her workout times."

"So, she knows that Sawyer is a member of my security team." He sighed defeatedly.

"I'm positive that she does."

"Then, why didn't she say anything about it. I was sure that if she had ever found out about it, she would be confronting me. It certainly didn't stop her from chewing me a new one when I dissed her classic VW Beetle."

"I think you know that this car is only used when she's in Seattle right? It's usually in Montesano and she's got a better car in LA."

"I've missed a lot when I didn't read her background check didn't I?"

"That's not in her background check." Taylor pointed out, "I asked her about it."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"When should I bring this up?" He countered.

"Good point," Christian muttered under his breath. "I need to learn more about her then." He sighed defeatedly, feeling emotionally drained from even thinking about the experiences that Anastasia had. He knew whatever story she was going to share with him wouldn't be to his liking and her past certainly wouldn't be pretty. It wasn't like his past was anything pretty, but it wasn't as full of experiences as hers. His basically revolved around building his business and using women as a stress relief tool, also a sex toy to play with from time to time if he was being honest.

He had made it a point to ask her about Sawyer, because there must be something that Taylor wasn't telling him about these two. He was sure that she would be confronting him about the tail if she ever found out, but she had been pretending that there wasn't a security detail around her when she was with him.

"One last thing, Jason."

"Yes?"

"Has Anastasia ever been to one of those fight clubs? The real ones?"

"Yes."

"Well, fuck."

…

Anastasia had only stirred once and shifted position because her ass was getting numb. She now had her head in his lap and her arms wrapped around his waist, hugging on to him as if he was the pillow on her bed. He gazed down at the sleeping beauty in his lap as she nuzzled her face closer to his stomach, and he hissed as silently as possible when her cheek grazed his crotch.

He had his phone out in his hand scrolling through the emails that he had missed yesterday. Most were just executives checking in with him, sending him the aims of the week and their plans as well as what their progress was currently at. He normally wouldn't read them and would just let it sit there, only to use it when the team didn't meet their expectations. He had expected his team to be meeting the goals that they had set at the beginning of the week each week, and he would check in at random to catch them off-guard. They would be on track and would pass his inspections, but there were also a few occasions where the standards weren't meet.

However, that wasn't his concern at the moment. He wasn't checking his email at this ungodly hour because he wanted to see what his executive teams were up to, but he wanted to see the progress of the other project and he and Ros were working on together. The very same project that had him answering angry phone calls from Ros yesterday and also part of the reason why he went running back to Grey House.

Just like he had suspected, there was an email marked with highest importance from Ros regarding the urgent matter. He thought she could handle it herself whilst he spend twenty-four hours wooing his girl, but apparently he couldn't put work away. The email told him that after all she had attempted, they still needed to meet up to discuss because there were just too many problems that she needed to talk to him about.

"Jesus fuck," he sighed, making sure that his frustration and movements wouldn't disturb the comatose girl in his lap, even though he was pretty sure she could sleep through the toughest storm there was.

He stared at the screen ready to type back a response. He would usually tell her that he would meet her in the office but since he wasn't going to the office today as well, planning to spend it with Anastasia, he decided to just invite her over. She lived next door and had been neighbors with him ever since they started this company together when they were both in Harvard.

Ros didn't drop out like he did, and he remembered fussing about it when he pulled all-nighters one after another just to get shit done during her weeks of final exams. He knew he couldn't build this company without her and her connections, his parents weren't the most supportive throughout the company's early stages. He gained access to his trust fund when he turned eighteen and there was nothing his parents could do to stop him from using his trust fund money to start his company. They had all been trying to get him to stay in Harvard, but their efforts and empty threats had all been pointless. Christian had upset his parents greatly with his decision to drop out only after two years and thankfully his grandfather talked them out of their mindset.

Just stop by my place later today.

He typed and pressed send before he could think more about the decision. It wasn't the first time that he had invited her over, they had been going to each other's places since they first moved in because their attention on certain matters were constantly needed due to time zones. However, it had lessened when Ros started seeing Gwen, now her wife. It ceased altogether when he built a playroom in his penthouse and started to get submissives to come here for the weekends. He was sure that invitation was going to shock the hell out of Ros and she would probably take that chance to bring Gwen over to meet Anastasia, he was sure that Anastasia had charmed her way into his executive staff after just meeting them once.

Gazing down at the sleeping figure, he was tempted to run his fingers through her hair, knowing how soft they were and how smooth they actually were despite the waves that fooled a lot of people. He pocketed his phone, thinking that everything else that was sent to him could wait or dealt by the people working, there were no other emergencies.

It was peaceful and soothing to watch her sleep for some reason. He felt content just by having her close to him, despite who she actually was in the society, he felt safe around her. His gut instinct told him to trust her but his mind wasn't her biggest fan at the moment. Resting his other hand on to her head after peeling away a few strands that fell in front of her face. She didn't even move once and he was sure that she wasn't even aware of what he was doing.

Normally, he wouldn't allow his submissives to change their appearances without his approval, even if it was only a haircut. However, he had learned to accept whatever changes that Anastasia had. When they first met, her hair wasn't bleached and dyed with gray ombré, and he silently told her to never cut her hair or change her hair because he loved it just the way it was. Then, when she changed it, since it wasn't a formal written agreement that the submissive should ask for permission to change their appearance, he couldn't fault her for dyeing it. Surprisingly though, he had found it refreshing, and somewhat agreeing with her that her original hair color was a little dull and uninteresting. He, too, liked her new hair style.

Her hair now was still in its natural wavy brown color, only the color started to become lighter when it reached the mid-section. There was still a faint trace of the gray that she dyed her hair in, but overall, the color had faded and the bleach blonde hair was what remained. He didn't think he could look at another blonde after Elena, but the color on this girl's hair, transitioned from her natural brown to bleach, never made him thought of Elena. He only had that thought flash through his mind when he religiously categorized it as blonde.

While playing with her hair, his mind drifted back to her life before him.

She said her best friend was Katherine Kavanagh. The name sounded vaguely familiar to him, but he didn't remember who she was until he saw that picture of his brother with her. A photo that Elliot had sent him almost a month into his contract with Anastasia. She was a student from University of Southern California, majoring in their best subject, journalism. He didn't even think twice about the request for an interview before rejecting it. He was only twenty-three at the time and had just made his first billion. His reputation had rocketed across the country and he was hounded by the press all day, everyday. Naturally, the thought of another successor to the media frenzy wouldn't at all appeal to him.

Though, he was surprised to see that the request he got when he was twenty-three was just this girl testing the waters and leaving an impression, because her relentless harassing of his office started around the time in her final semester in college, where she needed a masterpiece to graduate as well as secure herself a decent job. He saw through it, but granted the interview, liking how she was determined and also very well-strategized.

Her interview left a very different impression on him. He could tell that she wasn't his fan, and that she had an attitude but was doing her best to rein it in. Her questions were insightful and interesting. He liked the angle she tackled the interview from. He was expecting an interview starting with the question: to what do owe your success, Mr Grey?

Needless to say, she nailed the interview, and he almost considered giving her the option of a job opportunity in his company, but he knew that her aim was Seattle Times, so his company would only be a springboard. One that apparently she wouldn't need.

He didn't know much about Kate as a person, but from what he had observed from the short interview that she had conducted and the article that she wrote, he could see how she was similar to Anastasia. He could see them being friends and doing stuff that he didn't approve of together, but somehow, no matter how alike they were, he didn't think Kate was the tough kind like Steele.

His trip down memory lane was cut off by the notification sound from a phone, and he was sure that it wasn't his. Searching for the source of the series of alert, he finally found it in the pocket of his jacket that he lent to Anastasia. Pulling it out only with the thought of turning it to silence, but his thumb was accidentally on the bellybutton of the phone, unlocking it and revealing the content of the messages. His interest piqued when he read that it was from someone called SB. He scrolled through the Notification Center, careful not to press into it so it would still be marked unread when she looked into the message inbox. His interest soon turned to jealousy when he read that he started the thread started with

Chick save me

Then a photo that he couldn't see clearly since it was only a small thumbnail. Then the next line was

Lily is a pain in my fucking ass

I need u here

It's sooo boring without ya

Then there was another photo. All he could make out was that it was a blonde girl in it, so he assumed that it was Lily.

Btw, strip-tease knows abt the name

And

I think she knows that u were the one who gave her that name

Damn

That should be on YouTube

Fuck u for being a chicken

Shit I sound like I'm fucking drunk

I didn't drink

I swear

I may have British blood but I don't drink beer

Just like u

And u know it

Fuck I hate motherfucking jet lags

Son of a bitch

I just got back from the UK and I'm sure I'll be swaying on the fucking dance floor tonight

And the messages kept coming, similar ones of them lamenting. He had no idea who the person was, or what they were talking about. From what Anastasia had told him about herself, this person was more likely a guy. Hence the jealousy.

Then before he could lock the screen and put the phone back, another message came and it wasn't from this SB guy. It was from Claire.

Ana

That fucker was there again

Oh my god

U have no idea what he did

I was so thankful that I dumped his sorry ass before he could do anything else other than fuck anything with a vagina

U were such a good judge of character

And I meant it

Christian frowned the series of texts, he wondered why people these days wouldn't send everything together, but send it a sentence at a time. Sometimes it wasn't even a sentence, it was just one phrase. He would always type the whole thing no matter how long it was.

Claire continued, and the names that she was bringing up was what left tons of answered questions in his mind that he had to ask Anastasia later.

Donavan still don't plan on giving up

U should've taken him to the Fight Club sooner

And I'm sure that'll shut him up

He thought ur an easy conquest

Look how that turned out

Oh and Hannah wanted me to tell u that she'll be in Cali soon again

Will Luke be there?

U should do something about them

U were so devastated when they broke up

We need a plan bc she is still sulking over him

He didn't dare assume but he was pretty sure that this Claire was one of his ex-submissives. Anastasia had told him that she knew this girl when she saw the name in the folder. So she must've left something for him. Then there was Hannah and Luke. Both were names that he had heard before from the conversation between his security members.

The more he read her texts the more questions he had, so he had decided to just leave it and let it vibrate. Adjusting the back of the seat to lay back a little, he closed his eyes as his hand started to play with her hair. His mind automatically went back to the negotiation that he and Ros was stuck on.

The owner, Stephen Morton, has been willing to sell at the price they had previously agreed on, but all of a sudden, he had a change of heart and said that he would like to think about selling again. This angered him to no end, he felt like he was being played, and when he was humiliated, the other person would have hell to pay.

They didn't even approach Morton to make him explain the questionable figures in his records, he huffed. To say the least, the only reason why he was even considering buying it was because he liked the company but didn't like the current CEO and owner who was managing it. They were doing a shit poor job at keeping their heads above water let along staying afloat.

Little did he know though, he was dealing with a guy that he would've look at with contempt if he just did a little more research and connect some dots...

...

He had had submissives who disliked the ordinary safe word of red and yellow, and had requested to change the form. He had granted permission but their words weren't interesting either, it was just what they were comfortable with. Some used the words that they used with their previous Dom and not that he minded, but it was sometimes cringing to hear those words in a normal conversation after it was used in the playroom. Anastasia, too, had rejected the ordinary ones and opted for her own ones. Though hers made him laugh.

"You want to use different safe words?"

"Yes," she nodded in confirmation. They weren't in a scene and strictly speaking, she didn't need to address him as Sir when they were negotiating.

"Okay, what do you have in mind?" He inquired.

"Cable."

"Cable?"

"To stop."

"Okay," Christian chuckled, it was hard to not let one out with her interesting choice.

"Rope."

"To slow down?"

She nodded. He didn't want to lose his stance but he couldn't help but laugh at her choice, she scowled at him but he could tell that she wasn't feeling affronted, her scowl was playful.

"Sure." He agreed. "Cable and Rope." He chuckled, "fuck, this is going to be fun. Why not cable ties?" He asked out of curiosity.

"It's too long." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Shall we try it out?" He stood up from his seat. He didn't know why he found her interesting choice of safe words extremely funny, he had never laughed at anything a submissive had said. The only submissive that he had a normal conversation with was Susannah and even that didn't make him laugh. For some reason he just felt relaxed around the girl.

She took his hand and followed him out of his office. She was no longer flushed and her eyes seemed to be glinting with excitement. He knew she was also amused by her choices and he wondered just how long did she spent thinking of the words.

"Five minutes, playroom." He ordered. Anastasia bowed her head and headed to her room to change. He mentally planned out the scene in his head on his way to his room. Whatever this girl did would always end up entertaining him, and he had yet to get annoyed when she skirted around the rules, hence he never felt like punishing her.

This time, he wanted to make her squirt and he had made it his goal to catch her squirt with his mouth. He never had the desire to go down a submissive like that, an intense session never made them squirt. He had never made it his mission to catch it either. He had heard men pride themselves with it but it just wasn't appealing to him.

He could feel himself getting hard underneath her, and he didn't want to wake her by poking his hard dick in her cheek, so he had to force himself to think of other things. For instance, Stephen fucking Morton.

"Taylor, what do you know about Stephen Morton?"

"Sir?" He was caught off guard by that question. He was more dumbfounded by the question when he recalled that this was the guy who he was trying to buy the company from. "Luke Sawyer was in charge of the background checks for business associates." He reminded Christian.

Before Anastasia, Sawyer was the Head of Security in Grey House, he was Taylor's second in command. Taylor would check the background for his submissives since he was Grey's personal security guard, but anything business related would be conducted by Sawyer. If there were any red flags, he would be notified but usually there weren't many. Grey had made it clear to not mix business with pleasure, so the background checks of the subs and the business people were never mixed or connected. It never occurred to them that he would find a submissive that would be related to any of the business associates. For Anastasia, Taylor had done the standard check, because she wasn't introduced by Elena which meant there was no connection and thus an extensive check wouldn't be needed.

"Ryan and Reynolds are now in charge of Grey House security since Sawyer has been assigned to Miss Steele, sir." Taylor reminded.

"Tell them to look into Stephen Morton. Something isn't right about him."

Taylor nodded. "Sir." Making a mental note to leave a message for the two. He felt like he should probably overlook the investigation for this Morton guy.

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