Friday 20th December

As we descend the plane doors and onto the steps, the rush of delicious heat hits me in all the right ways. It's fantastic, and worth every second of the extremely long flight.

We flew first class and I napped for half the flight and watched movies with Charlie the other half. It's just Christian, Charlie and I – (and baby Grey in my belly of course) which is great because we're desperate for some much-needed family time. Per Grey fashion, a car is waiting for us to drive us down to the villa in which we'll be staying. Christian has rented us out a lavish four bedroomed three bath-roomed house, overlooking the most marvellous private beach. It is the Versace Palazzo, situated among palm trees, an enormous pool and hot tub. Opulence would perhaps be the biggest understatement.

"To your satisfaction?" Christian asks, breaking me out of my gaze and coming up behind me.

I'm standing on the balcony that overlooks the glorious blue ocean; It's just outside our master room. His hands wrap around my waist and I lean back into his chest. My haven.

"Beyond any expectations," I whisper.

He moves my hair to the side, kissing there softly. I close my eyes and give myself over to the feeling.

"What would you like to do first?" He asks.

"You," I say back sultrily.

"Apart from that," he chuckles.

"Charlie really wants to go to the beach," I say, turning around and looking up at him with a smile.

His hands are still wrapped around me and he nods, kissing the top of my head softly.

"The beach it is."

The beaches here are spectacular. We visit the nearest one from our villa which is literally a two-minute walk. The sand is like golden powder, silky to the touch and completely iridescent. The baby blue ocean is the same; it ripples through my fingers shining aqua and emerald. As I stand there, watching the never-ending water, a feeling hits me deep in my chest. Overwhelming emotions spirals over me as I contemplate the events which have led me here today. Never in a million years did I dream I would find somebody like Christian; someone whom I love so much. Charlie breaks me out of my reverie by asking for help with a fort he's building.

"Are you having fun?" I ask him as I bend down to let the silky sand touch my skin.

"This is the best," he grins. "I love you Ana."

His little admission greets me by surprise. I can't help but smother him while he tries to wriggle away.

"I love you too sweetheart," I say, kissing his hair.

He finally escapes my grasp and resumes his building. As I look closer at his features, I realise that he is looking more and more like Christian every day. His hair is even darkening to Christian's magnificent shade.

Speaking of my beloved boyfriend, he now walks over to us slowly, balancing three large ice creams that are quickly melting in his hands. I run to him and relieve him of one; the chocolate to be exact. I lick it slowly and he watches me with a shake of his head.

"Do you know how sexy you are running around in that little bikini?" He asks.

I give him a twirl. I'm wearing a bright pink two piece, something that I knew would have Christian captivated all day. When we reach Charlie, he grabs the strawberry and Christian is left with – "vanilla," I whisper to him. "Are you a big fan of vanilla Mr Grey?"

"Seems so," he smirks.

And now we sit, on the sand eating ice cream in all its glory as the sun burns down on us.

What are you thinking about?" Christian asks me, reaching over to interlace his fingers through mine.

I shrug. "How happy I feel in this moment," I say, never breaking my eyes off the pretty ocean view.

"Good," he says, and I can hear the smile through his voice. "That's all I want, is for you to be happy."

I look at him now. I drink him in as he sits there licking his ice cream in expensive shades and a white t shirt. The knowledge that he's all mine is sometimes a little too much to comprehend.

"I'm happy with you and Charlie," I tell him honestly. "It's the happiest I've ever been. All of the drama and tears has been worth it for this moment right now."

He squeezes me hand and we continue in a comfortable silence, breathing in the air and taking in the peaceful atmosphere.

After spending a few hours on the beach, we head for lunch in a glitzy four-star restaurant right on the shoreline. Feeling hungry, I opt for pizza and fries and Charlie copies me.

"I bring you all the way here and you choose pizza?" Christian laughs as he devours some exotic strange looking salad.

"Cravings," I tell him.

He looks at me lovingly then, knowing that I'm referring to our baby.

As the days, have gone by, I've gotten more and more excited about being pregnant but the weight of not telling anybody is still sitting heavily in the back of my head. So far, it's still only Christian and I who know and I quite like it that way. Although I do want to share my amazing news, I've been loving having something that's just completely ours. However, I know that I'll have to tell soon; although I'm not showing yet I will be in a few more weeks.

My parent's reaction will likely be one of horror. I still haven't had much contact with them since moving out and when I told my mother I was vacationing in Australia over Christmas; she practically broke down over the phone. Hearing her cry did hurt me a lot but there wasn't much I could do. I love my family, I truly do, but Christian is part of my family now. He's the father of my unborn child and if my dad can't accept that, then I must decide.

After lunch, we go shopping for a while. Charlie apparently has inherited his father's expensive taste in clothes and points at several new outfits in Gucci that he'd like. I roll my eyes and Christian notices.

"What?" He asks.

I look over at Charlie who is trying on his new $300 shoes.

"It's just a bit unnecessary don't you think?" I ask him. "Why does a five-year-old need such extravagant designer clothes?"

He shrugs in response. "Because I can afford it."

"That's not the point."

"It is the point," he disagrees. "Why have all this money if I can't spend it as I wish? These clothes are nothing to me Ana; they're like loose change. I could buy you an island if you wished."

"I do not wish for an island," I say annoyed. I hate when he acts so entitled.

"I work hard for my money," he adds more seriously then. "If I want to buy my son nice clothes then I shall. I'll be doing the same for my other child when they come along."

"You're going to dress a newborn in Gucci?" I ask in disbelief.

"Or Chanel," he wagers. I glare at him. "Look Ana," he continues. "I'm not like normal people. I'm a billionaire; I live a lavish lifestyle and now, so do you. You better just get used to it. If I didn't have all this money, you wouldn't be here in Australia and you would not be carrying around that bag," he motions to the Chanel purse I'm carrying. "You don't seem to complain when it's for your own benefit."

And just like that the magical happy spell is broken. I turn away from him, fighting back the tears in my eyes. The fact that he's implying I'm selfish and like his money when it's used to my advantage is preposterous. The purse to me is completely insignificant; he insisted on buying it for me. And I would have been just as happy on a budget holiday somewhere in Arizona.

"Ana?" He asks.

I stay where I am until he spins me around.

"You're crying?" He asks in horror.

"Of course I am," I breathe. "Every time I air an opinion you completely shut me down. I can't believe you think so low of me Christian. I don't care about purses or 5 star hotels; I care about you and Charlie. If you were somehow to lose every penny you owned tomorrow, I'd still be with you in a tent somewhere."

He has the decency to look guilty but I don't want to listen to his apology right now. I dismiss him and he heads off to pay for Charlie's items before we leave the store.

The rest of the day is quiet. We head back to the villa late afternoon and lounge by the pool for a few hours before heading in to watch a movie. Around seven, Charlie falls asleep exhausted with his head in my lap before Christian carries him upstairs. I head up too, opting to take a long bubble bath to avoid Christian for a while. Whilst I'm in there, I FaceTime Kate and Jose.

"How's Aussie?" Kate grins.

They're both at Kate's gauging on Taco Bell.

"Fabulous. The villa is to die for."

"I'm so jealous, we're freezing down here."

"Tell me about it," Jose mumbles, wrapping himself tightly in a hoodie.

"Any beach sex with Christian yet?" Kate asks. "Oh, or in the ocean."

I shake my head. "Having sex in water is bad for you," I tell her.

"I reckon that's just a myth," Jose scoffs. "To keep us from doing the dirty in the pools."

I can't help but laugh. I stay talking with my friends for another half hour or so before getting out of the bath. Wrapping myself in a fluffy white robe; Christian is waiting in the bedroom lounging while watching TV.

I dry off and slip into a pair of satin shorts and a matching cami. I feel his eyes on me as I dress.

"I'm sorry Ana," he finally says, making me turn around. "I never meant what I said. Sometimes, the words just don't come out right. I know that you don't care about money or material things."

"Then why say it?" I ask. "You hurt my feelings."

"I know," he replies. "I just got defensive I suppose. It rubbed me the wrong way that you disproved of me buying my child nice things. I take care of the people I love.

"Can we let it go?" I sigh, getting into bed. I sink into it; so, comfortable.

"No," he refuses, scooting over close to me. "I upset you and I'm sorry." One of his hands trails down the side of my face.

"Well, I'm sorry too," I huff. "I guess I'm just not used to somebody that literally has so much money. It's overwhelming."

"I understand but I'm not complaining Ana. It allows us to live this life so please just let me spend my money on giving you the very best."

I look at him and he moves in even closer.

"Please?" He whispers. His fingers dance across my belly where the top has ridden up a little.

"Stop trying to seduce me," I murmur.

That elicits laughter from him and his hands ride up my belly now completely, reaching up to gently tweak a nipple. I feel it harden under his touch and try desperately not to moan. He does it again and again and finally I sigh.

"Do you want me Ana?" He whispers, bringing his lips to my neck.

He sucks my skin between his teeth gently before beginning an assault on my throat and chest. I don't reply and he continues.

"I'll stop if you don't say yes," he teases me, momentarily ceasing his actions.

I grab his hand desperately and place it back on my breasts. He then leans in for a kiss and I attack his lips, feeling them move in time with my own. He tastes delicious and I just can't get enough. I pull him closer, morning softly as I feel his weight press against my aching body. I don't want to waste any time now and neither does he. His hands immediately travel down to my shorts where he pulls them off. A delicate finger trails down my folds before plunging into the wetness. I cry out his name into his mouth when he eases in another. His thumb rubs my clit in time with his pumps and his kisses are languid and drawn out.

"God," I whimper.

"There's no god here baby, only me," he says in response.

His lips move from my own now and down to my chest where he sucks in a nipple and sucks hungrily. My fingers knot in his hair as I rock against his hand, urging him to bring me to my release. I close my eyes; enjoying the sensations and then his mouth isn't on my breasts anymore. Looking down, I watch his hair as it tickles beneath my thighs and at the first touch of his tongue I gasp involuntarily. He takes my clit into his mouth, sucking it slowly like a gum drop and I'm done for. I feel my walls clench around his fingers as I come and I urge him back up my body.

It's like wildfire now. I'm turned on to the extreme and I flip him over so that I'm on top. With shaky hands, I pull down his pants and head straight for his rock-hard cock. I play with it slowly first, using my fingers as my aid in stroking and fondling him slowly. I look into his eyes as he clenches, desperately trying to hold back his sounds. Determined to hear them, I bend my head and take him into my waiting mouth, swirling around with my tongue before pulling him in deeper. He moans my name and so I do it repeatedly while he grips the sheets with one hand and my hair with another.

"Faster," he grunts out.

I take him in as deep as I can without choking until he reaches a powerful orgasm. Swallowing every drop, he pulls me back on top of him and kisses my lips, holding my face between the palms of his hands.

"You're a fucking goddess," he grins.

We kiss for a few moments before he's ready again and I slide down onto his shaft with ease, feeling him hitting places deep inside me. I place my hands on his chest, feeling the heat from him burning through my fingertips. He enjoys the view of my breasts bouncing heavily in front of him as I move up and down and he reaches up to play with one between his lips.

I cry out his name when I feel him hit my g spot and he grasps my hips as he moves me harder and faster. He hits it with each stroke and I hold onto one of his arms so hard that my fingernails leave dents in his skin.

"Ah, fuck," I whimper. "Christian don't stop."

He turns me over then so that I'm beneath his hot heavy body and plunges back into me at a pace that has me screaming. One of his hands wraps my thigh around his waist so he can hit all angles while another furiously rubs my clit. My hair is across my face and my body is shaking. This is fucking intense and I feel myself about to come again. Harder and harder he drills into me and I watch him on his knees above me, his face glistening with beads of sweat. When he hits against my g spot, I come with a cry and feel him do the same. His warmth mixes with my own and I fall flat on the pillows, heart racing and body shaking. Christian does the same and together we lie in silence; the only sounds heard are our breaths rising.

Finally, he turns toward me with an enormous smirk.

"Did I mention I was sorry?" He asks.

I pull him toward me, answering with a heavy kiss.

"I love you so much," I whisper against his lips.

"It's the sex talking," he chuckles and I roll on top of him again, never breaking contact with our mouths.

"Maybe," I smirk back, raising an eyebrow. "You sure know how to satisfy a woman."

I watch how his eyes take a second to flashback to another time before quickly returning to the present.

"How many lovers did you have before me?" I whisper, trailing a finger down his flushed body. I know he likes it when I do that.

"Does it matter?"

"No," I shake my head. "I'm just curious."

He sighs. "Around twenty maybe."

I can't completely hide my shock. "That's a lot," I eventually settle on.

He shrugs. "Perhaps."

"Who was your first?"

With a sigh, he rolls me off him and sits up. I follow him, slightly abashed.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I just finish having the most amazing sex with you and you're asking about other women?" He says irritatedly.

"I just want to know about you," I insist. "I want to know your past; you never share with me Christian."

"Yes I do," he says angrily.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I know you do, I mean your past regarding women," I correct myself.

"I just don't get why you care," he replies, flopping down into the pillows. "They're all irrelevant."

"Fine," I sigh, lying back down also.

We're both quiet now. I'm regretting asking about his other partners; perhaps now wasn't the correct time to do so. I've clearly put him in a mood but I can't help my curiosity. After what feels like forever, he finally speaks again quietly.

"You know my history in regards to BDSM," he says unknowingly. "How I met Emma."

I turn to him and nod.

"Well, the truth is that I didn't get into it by myself. I was introduced at a very young age by a woman named Elena. She was my mother's best friend."

I look at him confused. "How old was she?" I ask.

"She was almost thirty at the time. I was fifteen."

Vomit. Actual vomit is coming up in my throat and it takes everything in me to choke it back down.

"Are you serious?" I ask.

He nods.

"So a pedophile got you into BDSM?"

He cringes at the word.

"What the actual fuck Christian," I shout, sitting up in alarm. "That's some serious shit. Why didn't you tell your mother?"

He glares at me. "Why would I have done that? I was being seduced by a hot older woman. It's every boy's fantasy; she taught me everything I know about sex."

"That's disgusting," I retort.

"It's not entirely like that Ana," he says softer now. "I was in a rough place, she helped me out of it. She even loaned me money to start my business."

"That's a nice way to phrase grooming," I say sarcastically. "How long were you with her?"

"Until I was around 20," he says. "She introduced me to many subs over the years and I went to sex shows a lot to have random sex with women. I'm not proud of my past Ana but there's not much I can do about it."

I gasp in disbelief. "So this is the life you really want, isn't it? Your kinky BDSM shit. When you got bored with married life with Emma you left her. Will you do the same in a few years with me?"

"Fuck no," he shouts. "I'd never…Ana you're different. I still engaged in BDSM with Emma but I don't need that with you. I love you, you're nothing like her or Elena or anybody I've met. You're kind and beautiful and…mine. I adore you."

"Where is she now?" I ask.

Knowing I'm referring to Elena, he sighs again with a shrug.

"We're not in contact Ana."

"Good."

Lying back down, I regret asking him at all. If this is what he's kept from me all these months, what other skeletons are hiding in his closet?

Turning to face him I tell him I don't want any more secrets.

"I promise," he says.

"Pinky promise," I laugh half-heartedly.

He grabs my pinky finger and promises before sealing the deal with the kiss.

I know it's been a hot minute since updating but I've been SUPER busy. Anyways, I'm back and this story hasn't got many chapters left. Hope you enjoyed and as always, please leave a review xxxx