CPOV
I've been stuck at home, in bed, all week because I have the fucking flu. I've still been working, but it's limited with Ana around. Every time she sees me with my laptop or phone she takes them from me for hours so that I can 'rest'. She lets me work but I'm on a very limited tight schedule. I need to get shit done so I've been reduced to working from a tablet that I hide under my pillow when 'Nurse Ana' comes in to check on me. Thank fuck, she hasn't caught me yet so I can still respond to emails.
I quickly shove the tablet under the pillows when the door suddenly opens and Ana walks.
"What are you doing?" She asks, walking up to our bed with her hands on her hips.
"Resting." I try to sound innocent.
"Christian. What. Are. You. Doing?" Fuck! She knows!
"Working." I say while pouting so she wont chastise me. It works because I notice her soften as she sits on the edge of our bed.
"Babe." She whines the pet name. "I want you better." She says, running her hand through my hair. "You have to rest. You can't work or you wont get better."
"I am better. Your soup and the medicine my mother gave me has helped. I've felt better since yesterday but you insisted I stay home today."
"I know but I want you to rest this last day. It's Friday anyway so you can go back to work Monday."
"Can't I at least work at home?"
I feel like I'm asking permission. I'm Christian fucking Grey, the CEO of GEH and I'm asking my girlfriend's permission to work.
She shakes her head, no.
"Not even a little?"
"I know your little, Christian. It's not little compared to other people's standards."
"I promise, I wont over do it and I'll stay in bed."
She seems to be thinking about it.
"Alright." Yes! She takes my phone out of her pocket, handing it to me. Thank fuck!
"How did you know?" I ask her when she walks to the door, leaving me to work in bed.
"Ros." Fucking Ros!
This week fucking sucked! I couldn't even have sex with Ana! I never want to be sick again!
Thank fuck, I will be able to return to Grey House tomorrow, finally over this fucking flu! I'm in bed waiting for Ana so we can go to sleep. She said she needed something and would be right back. I'm going through my emails on my phone when the door opens so I glance up, knowing it's Ana then look back at my phone to continue working only to quickly snap my head back up hard enough to give me whiplash, seeing her enter the room wearing a sexy as fuck nurse's outfit. HOLY FUCK! She's wearing the tiniest, mainly white with some red, nurses dress that shows way too much of her cleavage and I fucking love it. She's wearing white thigh highs that have a small red bow at the top being held up with a red garter and sexy as fuck killer red high heels, topping her sexy as fuck outfit off with a nurses hat and her long hair wrapped in a bun. My dick is instantly hard at full attention, seeing my nurse walk toward me. Her lips are fuck me now red and sexy as fuck. Ana smiles, taking my phone from my hand that I have completely and instantly lost attention in, setting it on the bedside table.
"I heard you're not feeling well." She says in an incredibly sexy seductive tone.
"Not at all." I fake cough, lying.
Ana giggles. "I've come to take care of you."
"I'm very glad you did." I smirk. Nurse Ana to the rescue.
"I need to examine you, Mr. Grey." She says in that incredibly sexy voice. "Please remove your clothing." Yes, ma'am.
I do so quickly. Nurse Ana, licks her lips, seeing my hard erection and she tucks some of her hair behind her ear, looking at me.
Clearing her throat, she gets back into character. "I'll need to check your pulse first." She seriously.
My pulse? What the fuck? I hold out my arm for her, playing along.
"Ah!" I groan, flexing my hips when she grabs my dick, fisting it.
"Your pulse is a bit fast today, Mr. Grey." She breaths.
"That's not my wrist you're holding, nurse." I say in a husky tone.
She smiles. "Let's make you a bit more comfortable. Shall we?" Continuing her sexy voice.
She moves closer to me and I think she's going to kiss me but she bypasses my lips, putting her breasts in my face, fixing my pillow. Her tits are constantly brushing against my face. I can't resist so I start kissing them while running my hand up her sexy thigh to her ass. Fuck! Is she not wearing panties?! I groan and my dick twitches in excitement but Ana pulls back, pushing my hand away when I try to grab her and pull her on top of me.
"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Grey. No touching the help."
I growl, frustrated.
"Oooh. That doesn't sound good." She tries not to giggle, staying in character but I chuckle. "Maybe I should kiss you better?"
"Yes." Now we're talking. "Definitely."
She leans over, showing the tops of her beautiful breasts and gives me a small chaste kiss, quickly pulling away before I can deepen it.
"There!" She giggles. "All better."
I shake my head and fake cough again. Come on, baby. Enough teasing.
"Do you need more kisses?" I nod.
I hold her hips when she straddles me and kisses one of my scars on my chest. They are no longer painful to touch because of the love she has for me. She continues kissing me all over my chest, not just my scars but everywhere, leaving red kisses in the wake of where she kissed me. I can feel her wet pussy bump into my dick as she slides down, causing me to moan and flex my hips up but she continues moving down, continuing to kiss my abs. When she passes my belly button, she starts kissing in a straight line down to my dick then kisses the tip, leaving a faint red kiss mark on my dick's head. That's fucking hot! She wraps her mouth around me, sucking and moaning. Oh, baby! I love when she goes deep. Thank fuck she doesn't have a gag reflex. She continues her sweet torture on my dick until I cum into her mouth and she swallows all I have to give her.
She sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth and sucking her finger, moaning.
"Did that make you feel better, Mr. Grey?"
"Oh, baby. You know it did."
She slowly comes up to my ear, seductively whispering. "I'm not done with you yet, Mr. Grey."
Oh, fuck! I can feel myself harden again at the thought of more.
She starts kissing me slowly, increasing and deepening as she continues and starts moving, rubbing her sex against my hardening dick. Her hands are in my hair, tugging and I run my hands up her thighs then grab her bare ass. I'm instantly hard, ready for more, grinding her wet sex on my dick. Together we guide her onto my dick and she sinks down as we moan in satisfaction. She starts rocking on my dick while I hold her hips tight, bouncing her.
"Christian." She murmurs, moaning against my lips.
I feel her squeeze me tighter. I know, baby. I know.
"Let it go, Ana."
She cums, moaning with her sexy mouth wide open, closing her eyes, throwing her head back which pushes her breasts in my face. Seeing her like this is enough for me to let go, joining her in ecstasy so I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, holding her as I pump my cum into her.
"Oh, Ana." I moan her name, like it's a prayer.
I kiss on her neck as I fall back onto our bed, bringing her with me.
"Get well soon, Mr. Grey." She kisses my lips. I can't wait to get sick again!
APOV
UGH! I don't feel well. Christian gave me his flu, I can't keep anything down, I have an ear infection and to top it all off, I've started my period. It's lighter than usually but Grace assured me that it's because of me being ill and perhaps from stress. She just left after checking on me and giving me some antibiotics. It was a bit embarrassing for her to mention that my birth-control wont work correctly while I take the medicine so we will need to use condoms. Talking about sex with my boyfriend's mother was, um, it's not so much embarrassing as it is weird, talking about having sex with her son and I know I was blushing during our whole 'taking extra precaution' talk, I don't think I've ever been so red except maybe when Grace first caught us.
I'm snuggled in our big, warm, comfy bed, trying to rest because I feel so tired and weak. I hear the door open again so I turn to look expecting Gail, or even Grace to come back in since I have forbidden Christian from entering. He thinks it's to keep him from getting sick again, he would probably like to get sick again just so I can play naughty nurse, but it's really because I look like shit and I don't want him to see me like this. I have my hair piled on top of my head in a messy bun and I'm wearing his shirt and a pair of my sleep shorts with the blankets surrounding me. I know my nose is red and it wont stop running. I look like death! When whoever opening the door enters, I immediately hide under the blankets, seeing Christian.
"Go away, Christian." He can't see me like this!
"I'm not going anywhere. I want to take care of you like you took care of me when I was sick." I hear him put something down. "I feel awful that I gave you my flu, baby." I know he's running his hand through his hair. "I wont get sick." He reassures me.
"How do you know? I got sick, helping you get better." Even though that's not what I'm worried about. Sure, I don't want him to get sick but ... look at me.
"I'm wearing protection. My mom gave it to me before she left." Protection? His mom gave him protection?!
I peek over the blankets to see him and giggle, seeing him wearing a doctor's face mask and a hair protector. He's even wearing latex gloves and shoe covers. I'm sure if Grace had a pair of scrubs that fit Christian he would wear those as well. The things this man does for me.
"Ya see? I wont get sick." I can see his cheeks raise from behind the mask so I know he's smiling.
"I still don't want you in here."
"Why not?"
"I look horrible, Christian." I admit.
"Baby, your sick." He sits on the edge of our bed. "Let me take care of you." I shake my head. "Come on, beautiful. I brought you some soup and crackers."
"Did Gail make it?" I love Gail's homemade soup, she even puts the soup into a bread bowl. Mmmmm. I'm hungry just thinking about it.
He chuckles. "Yes. We wouldn't want you more sick than you already are. Come on."
I reluctantly pull the blankets down off of my face and sit up a little, leaning against the pillows.
"Maybe just the crackers for now. I can dip them in the broth but I don't want the soup just yet. I can't keep anything down and I just threw up."
"Okay, baby."
With Christian's help, I sit up higher so he can help me eat a couple crackers, dipping them in the soup's broth. It's delicious but I can only manage 2 1/2 before my stomach starts to get upset again. I settle back down under the blankets and look at my doctor, giggling when I think about Christian doing what I did with the sexy nurses outfit I wore for him. He smirks, no doubt remembering my naughty nurse act.
"Don't worry. Even though I'm wearing protection I don't think it's a good idea if we have sex right now." I don't either. But he's still sexy and cute wearing that... protection.
"Protection, huh?" That reminds me.
"Yeah. I know you didn't want me to get sick again so I asked my mom for this before she left."
"Speaking of protection. Your mother said we have to um." blush. "Use condoms when we do have sex again."
"What?! Why?"
I don't know if he's upset because his mother said this or because we have to use condoms. I don't want to get into another argument regarding our birth control and I too enjoy feeling him bare inside of me. Now is not the time to get wet, Ana! I chastise myself, squirming with need.
"Because I'm taking antibiotics and it will mess with my birth-control so it wont protect me against a pregnancy until I've finished taking the medication."
He sighs, running his hand through his hair. "I hate those fuckers."
I giggle. "Aptly named."
"Since I've had you bare..." His eyes darken. He closes his eyes tight, shaking his head, along with that thought of having me bare, and exhales. "Okay."
"It's just until I'm better, than we can go back to no condoms. I promise."
"Okay, baby." He kisses my head through his mask. "I'm going to let you rest."
"Thank you, Dr. Grey." I giggle, settling back down to rest.
It's back to school for me now. I'm going to Mia and Kate's private school in Bellevue so we can attend together which means I have to wake earlier than I would like but hey, it's Senior year and I'll get to be with my friends. Most days I have Sawyer drive me when I'm really tired to get a few extra winks in before I arrive, but there are a few rare days, like today, that I drive myself in my new car that Christian bought me. I'm still sad about our old car but this car is hot! I still have to wear a uniform since it's a private school but I'm use to it now since I've been attending private schools since Christian made his money, he says only the best for his girl.
I pull into a parking spot in the student parking with a spot right next to mine for Sawyer. The media still haven't figured out that I am the mysterious brunette on Christian's when we attended his parents gala back in June. Not even our family could tell it was me in the photograph that was pictured with the articles and the paparazzi have been following Christian like crazy trying to catch him with the mysterious brunette, but they soon gave up, not seeing him do anything interesting besides go to GEH and work. Christian did have a few business trips and I got to go with him since it was summer break. He bought a private jet for when he travels and we, obviously had to test out the bed aboard. It's very sturdy, I'll tell you that.
I get out of my car and some jock whistles, I'm not sure it's at me or the car but I keep walking.
"Damn, baby. You should let me give you a ride home so I can drive that sexy car of yours."
"Fuck off." I say under my breath, not loud enough for him to hear me and roll my eyes, but he hears me.
"I'd rather fuck you."
He starts to come toward me but Sawyer comes between us, effectively blocking him from reaching me. Sawyer motions to the school security and it's then that I realize he's not wearing a uniform and shouldn't be on school property. Sawyer gives the school security a lecture about protocol and the school's security escorts the guy off of school property and Sawyer leads me inside the school.
When Sawyer and I walk into the building, he goes to the security office to watch me on the video monitors with the other few CPOs that other students at this school have and I head to my locker to get a book for my first class.
"Ana!" I turn around hearing Mia.
"Hey, Mia. Hi, Kate." I say, seeing her walk with Mia.
"I cannot tell you how happy I am that you go here. This year is going to be totally fun!" Mia bounces around. "Too bad you wont try out for cheerleading." Mia pouts. "Are you sure you wont? You'd be great!"
"No." I giggle, shaking my head. "You wouldn't want to see me high kick. I'd fall on my butt."
I shut my locker and we all link arms, walking to our first class together. Kate must be tired this morning because she's quieter than usual.
~..~..~
"I'm so glad we all have lunch together." Mia says sitting down with me and Kate. "We couldn't get any luckier if we tried."
We even have a few classes together and I'm sure Christian Grey had something to do with our scheduling. We eat our lunch together, talking and laughing but Kate still seems down and not as talkative.
"What's wrong, Kate?"
"Some guy wont call her." Mia answers for her.
"He doesn't have my number, Mia. I didn't give it to him."
"Who?" I ask, munching on a carrot stick.
"I don't know." She looks sad. What does she mean she doesn't know?
"She hooked up with some guy this summer and didn't get his name OR his number." Mia tells me.
"Oh my gosh, Kate!" Kate rolls her eyes. "Why would you have sex with a stranger?"
"Because I wanted to. It doesn't matter, it happened weeks ago."
"I hope you used protection."
"We did." Kate snaps.
Mia and I look at each other with wide eyes and continue to eat our lunch. I'm not sure if she's upset because she didn't give this stranger her number, that she didn't know who she had sex with, or what, but Kate gets a little bitchy when she's PMSing so we keep quiet while we eat.
~..~..~
CPOV
"Thank you."
I hang up after talking to the third publishing company on my list. I'm looking for a publishing to take over for Ana when she finishes college, that way she can work at Grey House with me since she wants to work. I'd much rather I take care of her since she obviously doesn't need to work but what my baby wants, my baby gets and if she wants to work in publishing I'm going to make that happen.
~BUZZ~
"Yes." I answer my intercom.
"Mr. Grey, Mr. Grey is here to see you. Elliot Grey, sir."
"Send him in, thanks."
Elliot comes walking in with a big brown paper bag, wearing his Grey Construction T-shirt, jeans and work boots and sits opposite of me.
"What can I do for you Elliot?"
"I thought I would surprise my lovely brother with lunch."
"That's very thoughtful." I say sarcastically. "I'm surprised you're not having lunch with your latest victim."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny. I actually already got off and that's why I have all this food. The chick at the deli sucked me off then gave me all this free food. I could have taken it to the site for the guys but I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd have lunch with you."
"Figures." I say under my breath. Elliot the man-whore.
He gets out our sandwiches and we start eating our lunch.
"I'll give you some advice." Oh this should be good. "When talking to a woman, you're never more than a few words away from getting a blowjob or kicked in the nuts."
I chuckle. "How often is it the latter for you?"
He shrugs. "I choose my words wisely when I'm seducing a woman. I lay on the ol' Elliot charm and they can't resist it. You should come with me when I go out. I could show you how to make a hundred women wet at once. It's fucking awesome!"
"You're an idiot."
"I'm just getting these wild oats out of my system. I want to have fun with as many ladies as I can before and if I ever settle down. I don't know why you're committed to one girl when there are so many to go around."
"I love Ana!"
"Yeah. Yeah. I know. Too bad you'll probably have boring missionary sex all your life." I resist the urge to smirk. That's what you think.
He cocks his head to the side. Shit! I guess I wasn't so impassive.
"What are you hiding?"
I press my lips together into a straight line, shaking my head.
"Okay. How often do you and Ana have sex?"
"That's personal."
He chuckles. "That means once a day. Sucker!" He snickers, taking a big bite of his sandwich.
"Try about 4 or 5." More or less. More on the weekends.
"A week?" He asks with his mouth full of food.
I smirk. "A day."
Elliot starts to choke and cough so I get up to get him a drink of water and pat him on his back.
"You're kidding?!" He asks, after he's better.
"Nope." I sit back in my chair. "Sometimes more." Especially on the weekend.
"That's crazy! That's more sex than I get!"
I chuckle. "Some man-whore you are. Your little brother in a committed relationship is getting more sex than you."
"You two are like fucking rabbits! I'm surprised she's not-" ~RING~RING~RING~ "Hold on, that may be the site."
"This is Elliot Grey, Grey Construction." That is the most professional I have ever heard him speak. He smirks. "Hey girl." I roll my eyes. "Naw, I aint to busy. ... Sure." He ends the call.
"Seriously?"
"What can I say?" He shrugs. "Duty calls."
"You better have stock in condoms. You're going to end up getting one of your many callers pregnant."
"Oh, that's rich, coming from Mr. I-fuck-my-girlfriend-five-fucking-times-a-day." He says when he stands, cleaning up his mess. "You'll probably get Ana knocked up just by looking at her." He tosses our lunch wrappers in the trash.
"We use protection."
"What do you use?"
"Ana's on birth control." I get to have her bare! Jealous? Your dumbass has to use condoms every single time you have sex.
"I'll make you bet." He sits back in his chair.
"No."
"Come on. What are you afraid of?"
"What's the bet?"
"I bet you knock Ana up before I ever knock up one of the chicks I fuck."
"Okay." That's an easy bet, I will surely win. "When does it end?"
"When one of us knocks up a chick."
I shake my head. "That wont work for me."
"Why not?"
"Ana and I plan to have babies in the future."
"Alright. The bet is only for an accidental pregnancy."
"Okay."
"If you plan to have a baby. You have to tell me the bet is off so I know if she gets pregnant it's not unexpected or unplanned. And it doesn't count if a chick, out of no-fucking-where, comes up to me with some kid, claiming it's mine. Only currently pregnant chicks are allowed."
I chuckle. "Afraid you have illegitimate children running around, Elliot?"
"Not at all. I wrap it before I tap it. Always."
"So what's the wager?"
"Well, since we're not hurting for cash. I don't think it should be money."
"What then?"
Elliot and I sit and think of what we could bet but we can't think of anything. He suggested my R8 vs. his truck, but fuck that, even though I can easily buy another. I suggested a boat, he can buy mine and I'd buy his, I'm going to have my company built me a boat, The Anastasia Grace, named after my two angels that saved me, and he could pay for it, but he didn't want a boat. Elliot's playmate even called back because we're taking so long to decide.
~BUZZ~
"Yes." I answer my intercom.
"Mr. Grey. Mr. Harris at Global Publishing is on line one for your conference call."
"I'll be with him in a moment. Thank you, Andrea."
"I've got it!" Elliot shouts.
"Got what?"
"Hair."
"Hair? What about hair?"
"Our hair. Loser shaves his head bald."
"I don't know if Ana would like that." She loves my hair and I love when he pulls it during sex. I discreetly shift, already getting hard thinking about Ana.
"Why not, does she wear the pants or do you?"
"I wear the pants but she controls my zipper." I chuckle.
"It's just hair, dude. It'll grow back."
"You tell yourself that when you don't have yours anymore."
"What are you talking about?" He flips his hair around. His hair is much longer than mine. "I'm not losing."
"You will."
"You will!"
"Alright. Our hair. Winner gets the honors." I'm not fucking losing so what's the harm.
"Deal." We shake on it and he leaves so I can get back to work and he can... well... lose the bet with whomever just called him.
~..~..~
I worked a little later than usual today because Ana texted me earlier to let me know she's having dinner with Mia and my mother tonight since I wasn't home yet. She said she may sleep over and go to school with Mia in the morning and since I haven't heard anything else from her I'm assuming she stayed the night since it's late. I'm in the back of the SUV with Taylor driving me to Escala and I just now have the opportunity to reply to Ana's message. I don't know if she's still awake but I want to let her know I got her message.
Sorry. I was busy earlier. Okay, baby. Thanks for letting me know. I'll miss you and I love you. x -C
I miss you more. Mia isn't as comfy as you are and she doesn't keep me warm like you do. Love you. Goodnight. x -A
I run my hand through my hair, reading a work email and instantly close it remembering the bet with Elliot. I better let Ana know.
Before I forget, I've made a bet with Elliot. Loser shaves his head. x -C
What?! No! -A
Relax, baby. I don't plan on losing. x -C
You better not! If you do I will shave all my hair off as well so you can see how you like it! x -A
You better fucking not! -C
Then you better not lose. xx -A
Fuck! Maybe we should use condoms and birth control pills until Elliot knocks up some random chick. It wont take me long to grow my hair back but Ana's is really long and beautiful. No, Ana's taking her birth-control again and we've stopped using condoms after her medicine was gone. We even waited an extra week to be sure her birth-control would be affective. We're fine.
Taylor pulls into the underground parking of Escala so I send her one last 'I love you' text and she replies with the same and goodnight wishes. I put my phone into my pock and walk to the elevator. Once in our empty apartment, I walk to our room so I can shower and get ready for bed. Alone. I don't think I could have lived here alone if Ana weren't with me. It's too fucking big for us as it is.
I walk into our room, taking off my jack and tie as I do and tossing them onto our bed, then I start unbuttoning my shirt while walking into the bathroom but stop in my tracks when I glance at what is in the trash. What the fuck is that? I walk over, looking inside and see white sticks with colored caps in our bathroom trash. I pull out a bunch of the sticks to examine them but then I notice the boxes that are smashed at the bottom under the sticks, clearly saying HOME PREGNANCY TEST. Oh, fuck! They're pregnancy tests! I quickly grab one of the sticks I pulled out to read it, but I don't know what the fuck these 2 fucking lines mean, so I desperately search the trash for it's box to read the instructions, when I see another stick with a happy face on it. A happy face? Is that fucking good or bad?! I keep looking then I find another test but when I read it, I slide my back down the wall, sitting on the floor with my knees up, holding the pregnancy test between my hands, getting the shock of my life when I read the window that clearly says, PREGNANT.
Christian 20
Anastasia 17