Hey Readers,

Here is the next chapter. Sorry again for the delay in updating. School and RL has been in the way of finishing this chapter. If any of you readers are interested, I started a short story called, "Christian, The Nanny. It's full of humor, just something I came up with when I came across a picture in the group FSoG Fanfic Obsessed that was posted yesterday. That will only be a couple of chapters long, so I will still be focusing on this story as well.

Thank you for some of the suggestions of where to take this story. I think there will be a time jump in the next chapter, Just to move the story along.

Pinterest will be updated today or tomorrow with this chapter. Thank you all for giving this story a chance, and my new story. I have more ideas for other stories, so I am motivated to finish this one so hopefully I will update sooner than I have been doing.

Thank you all again, and please review.

Christian

Previously….

I go to Ana and place my arm around her shoulder and stare at him.

He stands there for a minute and turns his head to look at Ana one last time. His eyes are glossy, and he looks devastated. For a second, I feel sorry for the fucker, but after I see his eyes harden when he looks back at me I take it back. I scoff at him when he rips the door open and slams the door.

Ana sighs heavily and shakes her head.

I kiss her temple again and take my arm off her shoulder. I place my hands on her shoulders and turn her towards me so I can look into her eyes.

"We need to talk…"

"Christian, please just leave it…" she closes her eyes.

"No Anastasia I'm not going to leave it alone. Not by a long shot," I scowl at her.

"Christian let it go! He isn't going to say anything alright!" she rolls her eyes.

"How the hell would you know? And would you mind explaining to me why that douchebag thinks you are his girlfriend?" I yell back.

"I don't know why. I never gave him the impression of any relationship other than friendship," she shakes her head guiltily.

"Well, you apparently did something to make him think you were his girlfriend," I growl at her.

I can't believe this. Why the hell else would he think that?

"I can't believe you think I would lead him on," she says in disbelief.

I throw my hands up in the air in frustration. I pace around the living room, pulling at my hair in anger. Why the hell would I think that? Because of that fucker, that is why.

I stop pacing and look up at Ana. She is staring at me with a sad expression. I sigh in defeat and walk over to her and pull her into my arms. She nuzzles my neck while I kiss her hair over and over.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean that alright? I know you didn't lead him on baby. I can see clear as day that he is just obsessed with you, as well as jealous of our relationship," I apologize.

"I know Christian," she sighs.

"Well, that's the end of that conversation. We need to talk about telling your parents about our relationship," I gently pull her out of my arms and look at her.

"Why?" she frowns.

"We need to come clean to your parents Ana. I know that boy is your friend, but I don't trust him. I know he will end up saying something to your parents, and I would rather them hear it from us," I explain.

"But Christian, why can't we wait for awhile?" she whines.

"Ana we need to do this," I roll my eyes.

"Fine," she pouts.

I shake my head and softly kiss her lips, which she reciprocates.

Sunday Afternoon

I fall down beside Ana in exhaustion. We have been making love for hours now. It's Sunday afternoon, and we are expecting her parents home this evening, so we are trying to get our fill for each other before I have to leave tonight to go back to Seattle.

"Oh my god baby, you are amazing," I say breathless trying to regulate my breathing.

She giggles and lays her head on my chest, running her hands through my chest hair. I put both my hands behind my head and close my eyes, basking in the aftermath of our lovemaking.

"I love you," she says softly.

"I love you too baby," I smile and kiss her head.

We lay there in silence for a couple of minutes before we suddenly hear the front door open.

We both freeze.

"Ana we're home!" Carla yells.

"Shit," I whisper then jump out of bed quickly to put my clothes on.

Ana frantically gets dressed and tries to fix her just-fucked hair.

Shit, they are not supposed to be here yet, not for a couple of hours yet. What the fuck is her father going to do when he finds out about us? Fuck! I just had sex with his daughter in his house. He is going to fucking kill me!

"Ana, are you home?" she yells somewhere in the house.

"I'm here mom. I'll be right out; I was just changing," Ana yells.

"You go outside," she shoves me.

"What?" I squeak.

"Go outside. I'll tell them you just got here!" she yells/whispers while shoving me towards the window.

"Ana we agreed we were going to tell them about us?" I gesture to her bedroom door.

"I know, and we will just go outside for now," she shoves me again.

"Ana stop…what are you doing," she pushes me out of the window, making me fall on my ass.

"Fuck Ana, that hurt," I groan.

"Just act like you just got here!" she slams her window shut, and I roll my eyes.

Why would I act like I just got here? My car is in the driveway. I huff in irritation and get up off the ground and straighten up my clothes. I run my hand through my hair, take a deep breath and head towards her front door.

I pull down my shirt and knock on the door and wait.

Frank opens the door with a frown.

"Hey Christian, where were you? We saw your car out front before we came in?" he says.

"I was getting something from the store down the street sir," I lie smoothly.

"Oh okay, well come on in," he smiles and gestures for me to get inside.

I walk in and shake my head when I see Ana sitting on the living room couch with Carla talking about their weekend trip. She mouths sorry to me when her mother's back is turned away from her. I roll my eyes and greet Carla.

"Hello Carla," I give her a kiss on her cheek.

"Well this is a surprise, Christian," she gives me a warm smile.

"Well, I wanted to visit my favorite girl," I wink at Ana, causing her to blush.

"Isn't that nice. Frank, isn't that kind of Christian coming all the way here to visit our daughter?" she beams at Frank.

"It is nice dear," he agrees and sits down by his wife.

"So what were you guys doing this weekend?" she gestures to us.

"We were just hanging out mom," she shrugs but starts to blush again.

"Are you alright sweetheart? Why are you all flushed?" she frowns while checking Ana's forehead with the back of her hand.

"I'm fine really," she takes her hand away from her face.

"You sure sweetie because I can…," Frank starts to say but he stops talking, and his eyes go wide in shock.

"What is it, Frank?" Carla frowns at her husband, and places a hand on his shoulder.

His mouth sets into a straight line.

"Nothing dear. Christian can I talk to you for a minute?" he gets up and walks out of the room before I can say anything.

I close my eyes and stand up and start to follow him out of the room.

I'm screwed.

"Christian…," she grabs my hand but I stop her.

"It's fine; I will be right back," I give her hand a squeeze and walk out of the living room. I notice a worried look on her face before I disappear from the room.

"Sit down son," he points to the chair on the back porch.

I sit down and take a deep breath.

"Explain," he says in a cold voice.

I wince and rub my sweaty hands on my jeans. I take another deep breath and let it out slowly before I start to talk.

Ana

"That was strange," my mother says in confusion.

I nod and give her a tight smile. I rub my forehead, sigh and lower my head.

"Ana, what is it? You're acting strange," she says.

"Mom, I have to tell you something," I whisper.

"Okay…," she nods at me to continue.

"You see, Christian and I…were like…," I can't get the words out.

My parents are going to flip out.

"You're like what?" she frowns.

"Were together," I whisper.

"What do you mean you are together?" she says in confusion.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend together," I clarify.

She doesn't say anything for awhile, so I take a chance and glance up. Her eyes are wide, and she is shaking her head frantically.

"What are you talking about boyfriend and girlfriend? Is he taking advantage of you?" she panics.

"NO! he's not taking advantage of me, mother. We love each other," I shake my head.

"Love" she spits out.

"Yes, we love each other," I nod.

She stands up suddenly and looks at me in disbelief. Oh no.

"You are only sixteen years old Ana! You don't know anything about love," she says in anger.

"What!" I yell and spring up from the couch.

"I can't believe this Anastasia."

"Well believe it because what we have is real," I say determined to make her understand.

She just shakes her head and put her hands on her hips.

"Ana, listen to me. You are only sixteen; he is twenty-two. He is too old for you."

"No, he is not! Age is just a number mom," I argue.

"Anastasia," she shakes her head.

"Please mom, I love him," tears threaten to roll down my face.

I look at my mother, pleading with her to believe me. She looks at me and her eyes soften.

"Oh baby come here," she opens her arms, and I run to her and squeeze her back.

"How long has this been going on?" she runs her hand through my hair, soothing me.

"A couple of weeks. We got together on my sixteenth birthday," I say into her neck.

She pulls back and looks at me in shock.

"What do you mean you got together?" she narrows her eyes.

I blush and bite my lip and look at the ground.

"You didn't Ana," she sighs.

"No we didn't, but we did this weekend," I whisper.

She groans and lets me go completely.

"Are you telling me that he came all the way here from Seattle to have intercourse with you?" she says frustrated.

"No mom it wasn't like that. We haven't seen each other in a while, so we wanted to spend time together. You and dad were gone, and it was a good opportunity to be alone with each other," I twist my fingers in front of me.

"Well you can bet you're behind that he won't be allowed to be here alone with you again," she says sternly.

I open my mouth to protest, but she raises her hand to stop me from arguing with her.

"That is final Anastasia. He can come over, but you two will not be alone with each other," she nods.

"Okay," I say in defeat.

"Good. You still live under our roof so you will abide by our rules. You are sixteen, and I will not forbid you from seeing him or doing…that. I know you will find some way to do it anyway. So from now on, you two will be under watch by myself, your father or Ray. Is that understood young lady?" she says sternly once more.

"Yes ma'am," I whisper.

"Good," she nods and walks to the kitchen.

I breathe deeply and walk into the kitchen to wait for Christian and my dad.

Christian

I walk into the kitchen white as a ghost and find Ana and Carla sitting at the table talking. She sees me walking over to her, and she still looks worried. I give her a tight smile and sit down beside her. I take her hand that is sitting on her lap and hold her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"Well let's start dinner shall we?" Frank says to all of us and we all nod.

They both get up and go into the kitchen to start making dinner. Ana leans over to me and whispers in my ear.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine baby," I give her a smile and kiss her forehead.

"What did he say?" she asks wide-eyed.

"I'll tell you later," I whisper.

She nods and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I put my arm around her and kiss her hair.

That was excruciating. Her father was silent for five whole minutes, staring at me with no emotion on his face after I told him about our relationship. After that, he got in my face and told me if I ever hurt his daughter I would be sorry, and kindly reminded me of his gun collection.

I reassured him that I would never hurt her and that I love her. He wasn't happy about the age gap, but I received points because he likes me. He didn't want to forbid Ana from seeing me because he could see how much we cared for each other. The only thing he told me is that we can't be alone together when we are in his house. I agreed; I didn't want to disrespect him, even though I already did this weekend. After our talk, he slapped me on the back and said something that still has me sweating bullets.

"Now all you have to do is tell Ray, and then we won't have any more problems," he smirks at me and heads inside.

Fuck.