A/N: I cannot even begin to express the heartfelt thanks I feel reading all of your kind, amazing and encouraging messages that you have left me while I've been away. It is truly amazing, the amount of genuinely kind people out there. Thank you all so much for having faith in me. I am so sorry for the longer than expected hiatus. I'm no going to splash my personal life over FF, but know that I wanted to come back, I am so invested in this story and I missed my friendship with you all while I was gone.

I will do my best to reply to those who took the time to message me. If by some chance I do miss you out, it's not intentional.

You'll notice I've skipped ahead a little - reason being I lost all my old work and was working blind so I chose to fast forward a little to a place where I felt comfortable picking things back up. I am reading through the story to pick up any storylines that need completing that I may have forgotten about.

Please forgive the loooooooong period between updates. I has been awhile and although I have been writing it may take me a little while to get back into my 'mode'.

Jennifer - Thank you, for EVERYTHING!

I won't keep you any longer. For those who have stayed around...Here it is... The loooooooooong awaited Take 26.

Take 26 - Alarm in the night

CPOV

One month.

It's been one perfect month since the love of my life opened her heart back up to me and took my sorry ass back.

What a perfect month it has been. Every night I've fallen asleep with her delicious little body cradled in my arms and woken to her pretty little lips exploring every inch of my body.

She has fast become my everything. The sun rises and sets with Ana. My Ana.

But, this weekend I have to share her and I am shit fucking scared!

It is Thursday and Ana doesn't have to be back on set until Monday morning.

I have a long weekend planned to a T. Everything is set based on what I think Ana would like. I just hope it all goes to plan, because fuck, I have pissed everyone off in the process.

Ana is on set until three this afternoon which gives me approximately two hours to get everything ready to go.

"The car is ready Sir." Taylor's disapproving voice echoes through the great room.

"Tracker installed?" I ask sharply.

"Yes Sir. If I may..." He begins, his hands clenching nervously in front of his otherwise stone like body; frustration radiating off him in waves.

"Taylor, we've been over this. Numerous times in fact." I turn from zipping up my duffel bag and arch an annoyed eyebrow at him. "I've got this covered. As far as I'm concerned having you follow is worse, it will only bring the attention we are trying to avoid. I can look after my girl." I snap.

An audible groan escapes his mouth and his fists clench. "Will you at least let us meet you there? Sawyer and Carter..."

"For fucks sake Taylor!" I growl. "If it'll get you off my back for two fucking minutes fine! But if I see you ...or your fucking shadow I swear... I'll fire all your asses."

"We'll be very discreet Sir." He replies with a smug grin.

"Wipe that grin off your face and get out of here. I've got this."

"Yes Sir." I watch as he grabs an already packed bag from behind the breakfast bar and shuffles out the door with a shit eating grin on his face. Fucker knew I'd cave and was already prepared.

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks I've been relentlessly hounded by Taylor, Sawyer and Carter, and I cave with only hours to go. Yeah, I'm really a pussy, plus if anything happened to Ana on my watch, I don't think I'd ever forgive myself. Maybe I knew I'd cave all along; I was just enjoying playing with Taylor and Sawyer.

Ana has Taylor wrapped around her little finger. He adores her - as does every other member of my staff- like a daughter. In fact, I think he favors her over me these days. I don't blame him a single bit. I'd take a hit for her in a heartbeat.

I run down to the cellar and grab the bottles of whiskey I have purchased. Whiskey and I don't mix but apparently the person I'm trying to impress this weekend is more than a little partial to a nip or four in the evenings. Whatever works.

Still packed in their bubble wrap, I head back to the great room and place them carefully between my clothes.

After packing everything bar the kitchen sink, I head to the shower.

APOV

"Thank you Carter. I'm good from here." I place my bag down on the breakfast bar in Christian's apartment then swivel to see Carter out. After the intense filming session today I need to be alone with my man.

My man. I sigh.

"Okay, okay. Based on that dreamy look painting your face, I don't particularly want to hang around." He lifts his hands in a show of defeat before letting himself out with a wink in my direction.

Everyone on set was at the top of their game today so we managed to pull the scheduled scenes out faster than expected.

I was hoping to cook Christian dinner seeing as how Gail has the long weekend off, but looking at the bags scattered on the kitchen floor, and smelling Christian's body wash wafting from the bedroom, I guess he beat me home.

Home. It practically is these days. I'm hardly ever at my apartment. The majority of my belongings are in Christian's bedroom and I sleep here every night.

Elliot has taken up residence at my apartment with Kate. Those two are attached at the hip; although if you ask either of them what's going on they will swear black and blue that it's nothing serious. Yeah right. I won't be at all surprised if a quick trip to Vegas is in the cards for those two soon.

Slipping my coat off I make my way into the bedroom. The bathroom door is wide open which only means one thing - We are officially home alone. If anyone was here, or he was expecting someone home, the door would be shut.

With a smile on my face, I lean against the door frame and take in the Adonis standing beneath the steaming jets of water. God he's beautiful, all definition and taut slightly tanned skin.

His eyes are clenched shut, his mouth slightly open and his head tilted back as he washes the bubbles from his hair.

A heated shiver spirals down my spine as I watch his muscles move and flex.

Any trace of stress left from filming fades away as he turns his back to me and lets the scalding water stream down his back. He braces himself with his hands on the tile wall giving me a panty melting view of his delectable ass.

I slip out of my clothes quietly and tip toe into the shower. His body jolts as I place my hands on his back and glide them up to his shoulders.

"Mmmm..." He relaxes. "I'm taken, sorry."

"Lucky lady." I whisper my mouth pressed to his neck. "I won't tell." Stepping out from behind him I slip under his outstretched arm and place myself between him and the wall.

"You're home earl..." He begins. I silence him, pressing my lips to his, nipping and kissing his full bottom lip. My fingers tickle his neck before sliding into his drenched hair and pulling him closer to me.

A low groan escapes his throat and his hands fly up to my face to cradle my already flushed cheeks.

I will never tire of Christian's kisses. Never. His warm tongue sweeping against mine slowly, sensually. It's addictive. He is addictive. His taste, smell, warmth, tenderness, possessiveness.

His lips leave mine and pave a trail down my neck. "Jesus..." He pulls away, a sour look on his face. He's licking his lips and looks as though he wants to spit something foul out.

"Baby, you taste like window cleaner."

"Oh," I laugh. "Sorry, I had body make-up on today. The cleaner they use to remove it is pretty potent."

"Body make-up?" He questions.

"Blood." I place my finger on my neck and drag my finger down to my right breast. "From there to here. It can get quite sticky and difficult to remove." I decide to tease him and massage my breast, tugging at my nipple.

He grins his focus solely on my hand. "Wait, who put this blood on?" He's suddenly serious, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.

"Oh relax. Her name was Barbra. She was about 68 years old." I shove his chest playfully then reach over to grab my body wash.

"Mine." He growls, his hand replacing mine on my breast.

"Caveman." I mumble under my breath earning a low chuckle.

"Damn right." Leaning down he draws my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. My body melts against the wall causing me to squirt my body wash all over his shoulder. "No need to get violent." He mumbles against my hardened peak.

Using his hand to wipe the vanilla gel from his shoulder, he smears it down my neck and over my breast. "If I'm going to lick this perfect body all over, I'd like to wash the Windex off first."

"Good idea." I breathe, enjoying the feel of his hands roaming my upper body.

Once he's thoroughly massaged every inch of my body he takes the removable shower head from the wall and rinses me off. Slowly. Sweeping the water from side to side.

My head drops back with an audible thump as he begins to concentrate between my thighs.

"You like that, baby?" His voice throaty and full of promise.

Unable to speak I nod in agreement; my arms hanging at my side, fingers clawing at the tiles.

The shower head snakes between my legs and Christians fingers graze my now sensitive core. His body closes in on me as he leans in bracing his other forearm beside my head.

"Open your eyes."

My eyes flutter open on a sigh, blinking away the droplets of water resting on my eyelashes.

"There she is." He rewards me with a salacious lift of his mouth. "Beautiful."

His bright eyes bore into mine, piercing me to my core as he continues to work his magic with the shower head.

"Christian...I..." I raise my hands to his shoulders to hold myself up.

He toys with the shower head and the water pressure increases in intensity. "Jesus..." The word leaves my throat in a rush of pure pleasure.

"Eyes on me, baby. I want to see those pretty blues when you fall apart." His lips brush across mine as he talks. "So fucking beautiful."

Instinctively I begin grinding against him, rubbing myself along his hand and the cool silver of the shower head; My breath coming in short bursts, my chest heaving with the anticipation of release from the built up sensations gripping my core.

"Let go, baby." He breathes, his lips resting on mine, our eyes locked.

My teeth dig into my bottom lip and my legs shake unsteadily as my release sweeps through my body; from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. Christian's gaze doesn't leave mine, his eyes pinning me in place.

I shudder and jerk as I come down from the indescribable high.

"Like I said... Lucky lady." I breathe, mustering what little air I can manage.

"Lucky lady." He repeats on a low growl while his hands clutch my ass and he pulls me up to wrap my legs around his hips.

"Christ, baby." He groans as he pushes himself into my still clenching core. Blowing out a ragged breath, he lets his weight press me hard against the tiled wall. I rock impatiently while he sorts his senses out. "Impatient little thing aren't you?" He smirks.

"Only for you. I've been looking forward to this all day."

Kissing me softly, he snakes an arm around my back and holds me tightly while he glides out. I watch him as he looks down to where we are connected, his are eyes hooded and his tongue runs back and forth over his bottom lip. His eyes widen slightly as he slowly pushes back in then out; starting a rhythmic pattern.

"Soooo good." I rock my hips to create more friction.

His eyes flick up to meet mine, now dark with desire. "That's it baby, show me how much you love this."

The air is forced from my lungs when he pounds back into me. "Go..d," my voice squeaky and broken flies from my trembling lips.

"Jesus, you're soaking. You like it when I talk to you like this? Hmmmm..." He nuzzles my cheeks.

His movements become almost desperate, frantic, rough, and perfect. Fingers roam my body, squeezing and gripping hard. Teeth nip and bite. Tongues lick and swirl.

"Fuccccck." He swells inside me, shuddering through his release. The sensation set me off and we are a panting mess of limbs, sweat and long whimpers of satisfaction.

"Mmmm...hi." I find the strength to lift my head from his shoulders and look into his eyes.

"Hi." He chuckles.

"We going somewhere?" I ask, remembering the bags I saw before I walked through to the bedroom. He looks at me with a smug grin on his face.

"We are." He confirms with a nod. "You came home early... You weren't supposed to see the luggage."

"Ahhh... Busted. So spill. Where's my ridiculously handsome man taking me?" I wiggle down from his tight hold on me and steady my feet on the shower floor. I wrap my arms around his neck; not wanting to lose our connection quite yet.

"Well, if you don't stop rubbing those delectable breasts against me, we won't be going anywhere."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Behave." He chuckles. "Out you go." He smacks my bum then walks me out of the shower.

I am curled up on the sofa with a pair of indecently tiny white cotton shorts and a lavender racer back tank on, reading through next week's scripts and call sheets while I wait for Christian - who has taken our bags down to the car - when my phone starts buzzing in my pocket.

"What's up Kate?" I answer after seeing her name flashing on my screen.

"Hey," she replies, her voice lacking its usual confident tone. Something is definitely up. Phone calls that begin like this never end well.

"I take it this is business not pleasure? Look, whatever it is, can it wait until Monday. Christian is taking me away for the weekend and I'd really like to start it off in a good mood."

"Afraid not. I'll meet you there, we really need to address this before Monday so you're not blindsided."

"What's this about Kate? And meet us where?" She has piqued my curiosity now.

"I know where you are headed. I'll be there tomorrow okay. Just let Christian know, he'll probably want to hear this too."

"Okay, now you're just freaking me the hell out Kavanagh."

"Let money bags know to expect us... Have fun...And... Try not be seen on your way." She sighs defeated.

"What the fuck Kate?" My words fall on deaf ears as the disconnected signal beeps in my ear.

Christian enters the apartment as I'm staring at my phone with a confused expression.

"Everything okay?" He asks, slouching down beside me and pulling my legs around so that they are resting in his lap.

"I. Don't. Know?" Shaking my head I drop my phone to sofa and curl into his side; breathing in his scent. "Kate is going to meet us tomorrow. Business she needs to discuss with us." I inform him, relaxing into the soothing strokes of his fingers up and down my legs.

He freezes mid stroke. "She's coming out...tomorrow?" He asks hesitantly.

"So she says. I'm sorry. I'm not sure what you had planned, but I feel horrible that she's gate crashing with business matters."

Wanting to be closer to him I push myself up and settle myself over his lap; a knee on either side of his hips.

"Hmmm, how sorry?" He teases, rocking his hips upward.

"Ugh, you're such a man." I giggle. "And how does she know where we'll be?"

"Ahhh...no comment."

"Oh, it's like that is it? You're getting good at this celebrity stuff."

"Comes with the territory." He winks. "I'll be a pro soon... Speaking of celebrity culture, when are we going to film our sex tape..." He jokes, nipping at my jaw.

"I'm not even going to bother responding to that." I roll my eyes.

We remain on the sofa, curled up and joking back and forth for another hour before Christian looks at his watch and decides we might as well get going early.

Down in the parking garage he walks straight past his SUV's and his Audi, instead walking towards -what looks like a brand new - four-door flat deck Ute. Like the SUV's parked beside it, it is black and polished to perfection.

"Someone's been car shopping?" I ask.

"It's Elliot's new truck. We are borrowing it for the weekend." He winks, before opening the front door for me and placing his hands on my ass to push me up.

He climbs in and passes me a CD folder. "It's a long drive baby, choose something good." I arch an eyebrow curiously in his direction, but he's too busy reversing out of the parking space to notice.

I busy myself flipping through the sleeves of discs so I don't have to watch Christian maneuvering through the relentless paparazzi who have taken up permanent residence on the sidewalk.

"So is this like a road trip?" I ask hopeful - remembering a conversation we had last month. I had told Christian that one of the many things I regret not having done before fame and stalkerish photographers began to dictate my activities was going on a really long drive. I fly everywhere now.

"In a sense. Not a long road trip. But no planes, no luxury accommodation and no designer clothing giving our identities away. Although, we do have a particular destination. But while we are on the road we are Mr. and Mrs. Taylor." His brow furrows and he shakes his head incredulously at the thought.

"Aww, you mean I get to call you hubby?" I laugh, reaching over to put my hand on the back of his neck and leaning in to kiss his jaw. "Thank you, Mr. Taylor." I whisper in his ear. He groans in response, adjusting himself while keeping his eyes on the road.

"Hands to yourself while I'm driving." I slump back on my seat, curling my legs up beneath me and place a 'mixed country' CD into the stereo system. With sultry country sounds thumping through the speakers, I rest a hand on Christian's thigh and watch out his window as Seattle passes us by.

Six hours and twelve minutes later - including a stop in Portland for coffee and muffins - Christian pulls up to a charming little hotel in Roseburg, Oregon.

"Really?" I ask, trying not to laugh. This isn't exactly what I was expecting - not that I had any expectations, but Roseburg, Oregon, wouldn't have been on the list if there were one.

"Humor me." He grins smugly, opening his door and scooting around to open mine. "We'll settle in then see about getting some dinner?" Planting a chaste kiss on my lips, he leaves to grab an overnight bag from the back cab of the Ute.

"Here." Handing me a baseball cap he takes my hand and leads me to the entrance.

I slap the cap on my head and squeeze his hand; excited to at least be spending some quality alone time with him. Between our work schedules and social commitments, we haven't had a day completely to ourselves since we reunited and spent the weekend locked in my apartment.

Approaching the receptionist, I lower my head and pretend to look around. I don't want to be recognized. I have no idea if our security team have accompanied us at a distance or we are on our own. Either way, bringing attention to myself would only create a flurry of excitement that I don't particularly want right now.

"Mr. and Mrs. Taylor." I hear Christian talking to a middle-aged lady.

"Here is your room key Mr. Taylor. We do a full breakfast served between and . The Wi-Fi instructions are in your suite. Please don't hesitate to ring down if you need anything."

I chance a look up giving her a small smile. She smiles brightly back and offers a nod in my direction as she waves us off.

"This is... "

"Perfect." Christian says, interrupting my sentence as he opens the door to our room.

It's basic but modern and clean.

"Perfect?" I question, amused at the excitement in his voice.

"Okay, admittedly it's not what we are both used to but..." He drops the bag and stalks over to me. "It has everything we need." He jerks his head towards the king size bed with a gold comforter. "Besides, it's only for a night. Just think... No hotel staff yapping at our feet to make sure everything's up to Anastasia Steele standards. No paparazzi waiting to jump us outside. No annoying PA's or brothers interrupting us." Having closed the distance between us while speaking his face is now softly nuzzling my neck. "It's road trip - non-celebrity style. It could be worse. I could have booked us into a backpackers and given you a true road-trip experience...communal bathrooms, shared kitchen." He laughs, wrapping his strong arms around my waist.

"You make it sound like I'm a demanding diva who wants gold embossed headboards and servants. I'm not a princess." I bite his neck softly in protest of his words. "I like it...this...us."

"Mmmm...You're my princess." The reverence in his voice when he says that has my legs feeling like jelly.

"Food first my little Diva." He jokes, tapping my ass before pulling away and heading to the adjoining bathroom.

I use the time to change out of my shorts and slip into a pair of jeans. I guess if we are going out it'll pay to make myself look 'less like me.'

"Babe, are we going anywhere special for dinner? What should I wear?" I yell through the door; deciding I better assess the dress code for the evening before I make myself look too casual.

"There's a great taco place down the road apparently... sound good?" He shouts back over the sound of water filling the basin.

I keep my jeans on and opt for a pale pink hooded sweatshirt. At least this way I can pull the hood up if need be. I decide against refreshing what little make-up I had on and slide into the chucks Christian had packed.

No more than 15 minutes after entering our hotel room, we are on our way out again; hand in hand looking - dare I say it - cute. Both in jeans, sneakers and hoodies, both grinning from ear to ear.
The taco shop is surprisingly packed. We are seated after a 10-minute wait; which Christian spent looking at everyone suspiciously, waiting for the flashes to start, but they didn't come. I don't think a single person acknowledged our existence - I loved it. We can't go anywhere in Seattle or LA without a mob of photographers following us or being stopped for autographs. Enjoying a meal out uninterrupted is refreshing.

"So what do you think Kate needs to talk to us about?" Christian asks before taking a bite of his beef taco.

"I don't know." I shrug, wiping my mouth with a napkin. "But, if the last time she approached me like she did today, is anything to go by I'm going to eat my weight in tacos tonight."

His brows crease in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"She went weird on me like this about six months ago. When she sat me down, it was to tell me, the director wanted me to lose 10lbs."

"What the fuck? Baby, you're tiny!" He growls, trying to keep his voice down but failing.

"All part of my job." I shrug nonchalantly, unsuccessfully trying to calm him.

He takes a deep breath. "Fuckers." The mumbled grunt makes me giggle. "Who the hell do they think they are?"

"The people who write my checks. Look, I'm pretty sure it's not that. We are halfway through shooting. If it were an issue, I'm positive, I would have heard about it already."

He bites down on his lip trying to stifle whatever it is he wants to say; instead choosing to continue eating. As he chews he slides the last taco over to me. "I like your ass the way is." He grumbles.

I avoid the topic for the rest of the evening instead trying to weasel his plans out of him. It doesn't work. He remains tight-lipped.

"Oh my god... Aren't you Anastasia Steele." A group of teenage girls approach the table, whispering excitedly amongst themselves.

I freeze momentarily. I hate lying to my fans, but at the same time I don't want to ruin what has been an otherwise perfect night by alerting my presence here to the public.

"Sorry, I get that a lot." I shrug innocently and apologetically like the well trained actress I am.

They flick their attention to Christian who is looking everywhere but at them trying to hide his emotions; which looks to be a cross between annoyed and amused.

"Really? 'Cos I swear you look exactly..."

"Sorry." I cut her off. "I wish I were as talented as her." I add, trying to sound genuine.

The girl who has been doing all the talking shakes her head in disbelief then turns and walks away. "I could have sworn that was her... And that guy looks exactly like her boyfriend... What's his name again?" She whispers to her friends as they saunter off.

"Yeah, what's his name again?" I giggle, throwing my crumpled up napkin at Christian.

"I wish I were as talented as her?" He laughs, throwing the napkin back at me. "You're such a rebel. Come on. Let's get out of here. I want to get my wife naked and fall asleep with my face on her tits." He says deadpan, throwing a few notes on our table.

"Remind me why I married you Mr. Taylor?" I play along, swiping my cola from the table and leading the way out.

CPOV

Entering the hotel room, I'm still trying to get my head around the possibility that the studio will want Ana to lose weight. There's nothing there to lose and it pisses me the hell off. I don't know if I'll be able to hold my tongue if it does turn out to be the case.

God, Ana's body is perfect. If anything she could stand to gain a few pounds.

"What's on your mind, husband?" Ana interrupts my thoughts. I shut the door - locking it - and turn to face her. She is toeing her sneakers off while lying back on the bed.

"I like the sound of that." My voice sounds raw, catching in my throat at the thought of it being a real possibility.

"Do you now." She replies, sounding suggestive.

I nod, kicking my own shoes off while I make my way over to her. I dispose of my sweatshirt and unbuckle my belt.

"Take your clothes off, baby." I breathe, watching her eyes widen with every item of clothing I remove. "I want you naked and waiting for me when I get back.

I turn away from the bed and head to the bathroom; needing to splash my face with water. I brush my teeth while I'm in there and continue stripping down to my boxers.

When I turn the bathroom light off and enter the bedroom area - not that there are specific areas, it's one big open-plan room - Ana is lying on her side, naked and curled around a pillow; the dim light of the television she's watching lighting up her body.

"Christ." I whisper on an exhale. Every time I see her she takes my breath away.

"Come here." She uncurls herself from the pillow and pats the bed next to her. I climb onto the bed and position myself behind her; content just to hold her in my arms - for now.

"What are we watching?" I pull her close and lay my head in the crook of her shoulder; suddenly dead tired from the drive.

"After dark." She mumbles, raising her hand to stroke my hair.

"Sounds like a porno." I snort.

"Hey!" Her hand stops stroking and slaps the side of my head lightly. "It was one of the first movies I filmed."

"Really? Is it as explicit as it sounds?" I feign amusement then wait anxiously for her to deny the question.

She laughs loudly. "God. No! It's a murder mystery centered on a night art class. I play the annoying, filthy rich college girl... Oooooh hideous! Look at my hair!"

I peek up, giving the movie my attention. "You were blonde?"

"Don't rub it in. I thought I'd wear a wig, but they made me lighten it naturally. Ruined my hair for ages."

"How dare they mess with perfection?" I murmur, struggling to keep my eyes open. She says something else but I'm already drifting off.

What seems like minutes later I bolt up in bed to the piercing sound of multiple alarms sounding loud.

"What the fuck?" I scan the dark room with squinted eyes. "Baby, wake up." I shake a stirring Ana. "I think it's the fire alarm."

Her eyes open wide and she scrambles out of bed. "Seriously?" She panics, her arm trembling as she pulls on her discarded shorts from yesterday - sans underwear.

"Fuck." I swipe my jeans off the floor and stumble into them, hopping - one footed - backwards as I attempt the task. Foregoing a t-shirt, I pull my hoodie over my head.

"I can't find my top." Ana partially screeches.

"Here, put this on." I grab my t-shirt and throw it to her. She pulls it over her head as I grab her arm and make for the door.

APOV

Christian pulls me down the hallway to the fire exit, following a group of fellow guests down the stairs and out into the freezing night air.

We exit to a frenzy of camera flashes.

"Fuuuuuckkk!" Christian growls, his fists clenching in anger.

"How did they know we were here?" I wrap my arms around his neck and curl into his chest, blinking back the flood of tears threatening to spill.

"I don't know baby, I don't know." He replies through clenched teeth. He holds me close to him; one hand wrapped around my waist, the other holding the back of my head.

My head is throbbing, but at least the sound of the alarms is muting the tidal wave of questions being screamed in my direction. The only thing I can see through my curtain of hair is a group of Hotel staff refusing anybody access back into the building.

Seconds later Taylor, Sawyer and Carter are surrounding us.

"There's no fire is there?" Christians body tenses, his voice harsh. His demeanor, a contradiction to the gentle stroke of his finger through my sleep, messed hair.

"I don't believe so Sir. I'd bet my last dollar it was a pap wanting to get Ana out of the building for a photo op."

"Taylor, take care of this shit... And someone bring me the god damn car!" Christian's low voice vibrates through my cheek.

"What are we going to do?" I sniffle.

"I'm getting you the fuck out of here." He kisses the top of my head. "We'll take the SUV. Sawyer can drive and you can rest in the back."

"What about our stuff in the room?"

"Taylor will bring it. Don't worry, beautiful."

As soon as the SUV pulls up I'm am being ushered into the back seat; away from the relentless flashes and shouting.

As soon as Christian closes the door behind us the tears finally fall.

"Hey... Baby, it's okay. Don't cry." He pulls me into his lap and holds me so tight its borderline uncomfortable.

"I hate this." I sob.

"I'm so sorry. So sorry." He whispers into my hair. "I don't know how they found us, other than our security I only told three people where we were going." He grabs my face and tilts my face up to meet his. Pressing his lips to mine, he breathes out but freezes mid-kiss and pulls away.

"Sawyer, get my brother on the phone." His voice makes me jump.

Minutes later Sawyer passes back a cellphone with a sleepy Elliot already on speaker phone.

"Bro... What the fu..." Elliot starts.

"Who the fuck did you tell?" Christian growls grabbing the phone from Sawyers hand.

"What? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Who. Did. You. Tell?" Christian repeats.

"Um... Fuck bro, I only told Mom." He pauses for a long while. "Shit and maybe Mia."

"Maybe Mia?"

"She may have been in the kitchen when I telling Mom what a pansy you've turned into."

Christian pinches the bridge of his nose contemplating the situation.

"Fucking, mother fucker!" He shakes his head looking like he's had a revelation. "Fuck you Elliot. Learn to keep your mouth shut." He hits the 'end' button and phones Taylor.

"Sir." Taylor answers.

"Taylor, I don't care what laws are broken, or what you have to do to get them, but I want that French fuckers bank records by dawn. I think we need to see how that piece of shit is funding his future travels."

"Remy? You think Remy put the press on us?" I ask when Christian finishes up his conversation with Taylor.

"I think it's a definite possibility... Let me worry about that. Try and get some sleep." He lets me crawl off his lap and stretch out over the back seat; my head nestled on his lap.

"You fell asleep on me!" I state.

"I did. I'll make it up to you on Monday." He chuckles.

"Monday? You can make it up to me tonight!"

"No can do baby. This body is off limits until late Sunday night at the earliest."

Confused and wanting to question him, but too tired to open my mouth I sigh and nestle my head deeper into his lap.

I fall asleep to blurred conversation and soothing fingers brushing my hair.

When I wake it daylight. My neck is stiff and my arm is numb from sleeping on it.

Christians has woken before me - if he's even slept - and we are still travelling in the SUV.

"Morning Beautiful." He ruffles my hair with a grin on his face. I slip the hair band from my wrist and scoop my hair up into a messy bun.

"Morning, we are still driving?" I ask. We must have been on the road for another five or six hours now.

"Not for much longer."

I look out the windows; the scenery familiar. "Are we...?" My heart starts thumping rapidly with excitement. I sit up straighter, ready to pounce if he confirms what I'm thinking.

He smiles nervously at me and nods his head.

"You're taking me to see daddy?" I screech, throwing myself on his lap and kiss every inch of his face - twice - as the car speeds through the country roads of Grass valley, CA. "Oh my god. I love you I love you I love you I love you." Grabbing hold of his hair, I kiss him roughly, excitedly.

He chuckles beneath my attack and squeeze my ass through my tiny shorts. "You are so getting laid in the barn." I mutter.

"Nice surprise then?" He cups my face to halt my frenzy and pins me with his adoring gaze.

"Best surprise ever." Forgetting the drama from the night before I lose myself in the comfort of my man's arms - getting as many kisses as I can in before we arrive at my dad's house. I've never taken a man home before - not even during my school years - apart from Sawyer and Carter.

This should be interesting.