Saturday 25th June 2011
Ana's POV
We sit in relative silence, the only sound is Christian's soft, but unsteady breathing, as he has now calmed and stopped sobbing. He is still coming to terms with what he has read and my heart is breaking. I can't do anything about all this and have to just make sure that I am there for him, if he needs emotional support.
I pull myself back when I feel him shift, he looks up at me and I sympathetically smile back at him. Even with sadness in his expression, he looks beautiful, almost in an angelic way. He starts to talk about what he has read, so I move to make myself comfortable and lay down on the sofa with my head in his lap. As he talks about his mother, I notice he is not referring to her as the crack whore or his birth mother anymore, but by her name.
When he is finished, he looks at me as though he has just realised something. "Ana, I need my laptop." I sit up, so that he can go to his study and retrieve it. He comes back and puts the machine on the coffee table, next to the scattered photos.
"What are you doing?"
"Seeing if I can find him on Facebook, that seems to be where most people start to search for missing relatives." He is a ball of energy, but after turning the machine on and going to the search function, he stops. His finger is hovering over the keys and he dithers as to whether or not to continue.
"Do you think it's a good idea to be doing this straight away, why not let it sink in for a while," I say, although I know he wants to know now.
"No, if I think about it I won't sleep." I don't want him having nightmares again because it was playing on his mind, so I offer to do it for him. He agrees and I swivel the laptop around, so he doesn't have to watch. I tap in 'Christian James Fuller' as per what it says in the diaries.
Oh, James, that's new.
"Is your middle name James?" I ask when I realise the diaries said he was given his father's full name.
"Yes, but it was dropped when I was adopted, I don't have a middle name as mom and dad thought Trevelyan Grey was enough, and even then I dropped the Trevelyan when I started up the business."
I click on 'search' and several names pop up, I scan for any sign of a Christian James Fuller in the Denver area and a few are listed, but what catches my eye is a grey haired version of my man, still with his beard. I sit bolt upright when I see his eyes, eyes that mimic those who look lovingly into mine. Or should I say, my lover's mimic the eyes of his father. "I think I have found him," I state. Christian slides over to sit next to me, but before he settles he turns his head away.
"I don't know if I should look," he is hesitant.
"Christian, you wanted to do this," I smile. "I am in my Facebook account now, so there is no way to get back to your account if I accidentally click on something, like 'request friend'. That reminds me, I don't even have you on here, I should add you and change my relationship status to hopelessly in love," I giggle, but then realise that I am trying to keep us hush-hush from the people at SIP, so can't.
I turn back to the matter in hand and tap around his page. The man doesn't have any privacy restrictions, so I am able to see his wall, photos and friends. I only notice his mom as a family member, she looks like she is nearing eighty years, which would be about right as Christian's father looks mid fifties, which would have put him at around Christian's age now when he was conceived. "How old was Ella when she had you?"
"Twenty seven, why?"
"Oh nothing, I just got the impression she was a late teen. Your dad looks mid fifties, which would put him late twenties when he was with your mom.
"The only family member I can see is his mother, there is no-one else… no children or brothers and sisters and his dad has probably passed away considering his mother looks ancient…. I wonder if he ever married." I check out his status and it shows as single and I know that there is options for widowed, divorced and separated, but not everyone is comfortable in putting that down.
There is a picture, which he has used in a previous profile avatar, showing him sitting behind a rather elaborate desk in a wood panelled room. I wonder if this is where he lives? Then I notice a framed photo on the wall behind him, it's Christian's mother, I think as it's rather small and blurry, but the general appearance looks familiar. I sift through the photos on the coffee table and find the exact same picture, it's definitely her. "Christian, he has a photo of your mother on the wall in his office."
"What? He can't, not after all this time?" His brow furrows and I can tell he is confused.
"Hey, in twenty eight years time, I hope you will have my picture up on your study wall," I smile.
"Yeah, along with the half a dozen kids, no doubt." He laughs, but I can sense it's a sarcastic laugh as I don't think he wants kids. Nevertheless, I would like to feel we will still have this intense love for each other in decades to come.
"Do you not think love can last a lifetime? I'm counting on it, because as you say, we are for always and forever, which is longer than twenty eight years. Just because she was not in his life, doesn't mean his love for her has diminished. This might be why there is no record of a Mrs Fuller and he shows as being single. I bet she was his one and only true love."
He glares at me. I bet he is thinking that if his birth father had found his mother, then they would have been one happy family and would probably still be together and deeply in love. To have a picture of an old flame on your study wall isn't something you do on a whim.
I check further down the wall and notice entries showing his whereabouts at particular times. Several are at the Country Club in Denver. I look it up on Google and find out that there is a Country Club Historic Neighbourhood and find it's quite a prestigious elite area to live in… That is if he lives there. Christian mentioned inheritance, I wonder if the family are rich.
I jot down some information and hand it to Christian, he still doesn't want to look at the page, I think if he sees his resemblance to the older man, then he will start to become emotional again. He has already gathered up the photos on the coffee table and put them back into the box, I suppose it's one step at a time.
"I'll give this to Welch, he does background checks on people for me, that is how I knew who Jed was."
"Did you do one on me?" I ask, wondering if he knows all my personal details.
"No, I couldn't trace you via Anna Smith," he smiles, "so gave up. But when you came into my office, you had piqued my curiosity again, but I didn't get one done, which is unusual for me… maybe I just wanted to get to know you in the normal way, after having stalked you as Anna Smith." He pushes back a stray hair from my cheek and hooks it behind my ear. His mood changes in a heartbeat from the previous hours where he was emotional, to playful. It only takes one look at him and I am a quivering morsel wishing to be ravished. His touch makes me take in a sharp breath, oh I want this man but I can't, I am too darn sore.
Blast you Christian for hindering me in such a way, and blast you for making me a nymph and a temporarily disabled one at that!
I bite my lips together, trying to hold back my desire to pounce on him, but he sees me and cocks his brow. "What is it, Ana?" he says so smoothly that I want to swoon.
Shit, blast and fuck it!
"Nothing…" I say as innocently as I can, but I think I overdo it and he laughs. "What?"
He kisses the dip of my neck, just below my ear. My head immediately tilts against his and I let out a deep breathy groan, when his stubble tickles the side of my face. "Are you affected, baby?" He knows I am, he is doing this on purpose and I start to get frustrated.
"Why do you always find the most inappropriate times to make me want you."
"You want me?" he asks cocking is brow once more. I stare and grimace at him, I want to take a razer to that brow and shave the fucker off his face. He laughs when he sees my glower, but it doesn't stop his attentions. "Baby, do you want the softness of my tongue?"
Oh yes please, anything to get rid of these lewd thoughts.
I nod my head, but he pulls away and goes to get up.
What?
"If I do, Ana, I won't want to stop… Come, we haven't eaten since this morning and it's nearly eight o'clock." In another instant, his mood changes once more.
"But… but I am up to it now… sort of." I am now annoyed, he's worked me up and now left me dry.
"Chinese?" he says, ignoring my begging attempt.
"Okay," I huff out. "Can we have a take-away from the one before?"
The rest of the night is spent in the TV room, I see that the channels have been increased and now includes more film channels, I assume he has done that for my benefit. I turn to the one that seems to like to show old period dramas and find Rebecca is due to start. I like the story, but I can't take watching black and white films, especially on such a large imposing screen. I flick through the other channels and find Frozen, but hear Christian tut his protest. "Oh no you don't," he exclaims as he tries to grab the remote. "I'm not watching another kids film."
"No, me wants!" I demand like a spoilt child, he just laughs and gives up and I am the cat that got the cream. I got my own way, at least in this.
Wednesday 29th June 2011
Christian's POV
Today, it will be announced that GEH has taken over SIP and that the whole company will relocate to Grey House tomorrow, I can then get the old SIP building put on the market.
We managed to squeeze in all the staff onto the floor below me, and it will get easier as some of the original GEH staff will be relocated to other departments over the next few weeks. It's a good opportunity to also get rid of the duplicate posts, which I know we have now.
Ana is aware of this as I told her late last night, so that she didn't have that much time to fret over how things will change, I knew she would be nervous and it took quite a while for her to fall asleep, which kept me awake also. I told her that it is unlikely that those who count will treat her any differently, and if they do then they will have me to answer to, which sent Ana into a fluster.
The last few days have been relaxing. Even after learning everything on Saturday, I have managed to let things settle in my head and have even ventured onto Mr Fuller's Facebook page, so that I could see for myself. Seeing an older version of me was awkward to start with, but have to realise that this is not me, it's him, someone Ella truly loved. I ponder over the idea of why he gave up looking for her. Even if he still had feelings for her now, he would have tried with the increased ability to trace people nowadays. Maybe he did and found out she was dead and the framed photo is like a memorial to her.
I want to get SIP relocated to Grey House, before Ana and I take time out to travel to Denver. Welch should be able to get the check done in less than twenty four hours, considering Ana got quite a bit of information from Facebook and Google, including the family company, which seems to be kids stationary. That explains his banner on his page, which looked a bit odd against a middle aged man's avatar.
I have yet to contact my folks, even though Ana has talked several times with my mom. She has urged Grace to give me more time and allow me to get in contact with them, rather than the other way around.
Ana invited Elliot and Kate over for dinner tonight. I am sure I will get the low down on how I am ignoring mother and father, but I will have to shut Elliot down if he starts. I can't be having him stick his nose in and then Kate follow with her high almighty attitude.
As Taylor drives me to the SIP building, I text Ana and let her know that I will be there within ten minutes, she texts back telling me not to do anything that will make people suspicious. I laugh at her concerns, but text her again, stating that I will try and be haughty, obnoxious and ignore her at all costs. I doubt, however, that I will succeed as she always melts my composure when I see her bright blue eyes looking deep into my soul.
I make my way into reception and am greeted by a dark haired girl, she looks early twenties and I wonder if this is Clare, the girl that left Ana on her own at fifties. I will need to be careful that I don't sack her, as the way I feel about the woman would make me just dismiss her for looking at me. I note her attire, it will not do, she's the first person the clientèle will see, and she's wearing a frigging mighty mouse pink T-shirt! That will need to be addressed in the meeting.
"I am here to see Roach, name of Grey." I am not sure she has taken in what I have said, as she has that glazed eyed look about her and is playing with her hair. She quickly snaps out of her daydream and phones through to Roaches office.
"Mr Roach, Mr Grey is at reception to see you…. Okay… yes, I will send him through."
I hope she is going to take me, the last thing I want is to start wandering about the place until I see Ana and ask for directions. As I had hoped she scampers around the desk and beckons me to 'Walk this way.' I look down as she walks off, swaying her hips as she moves. I am sure she is exaggerated that as some sort of mating ritual. I also note the jeans she is wearing, she must have peeled them on this morning, they are so tight. This definitely will not do for Grey House.
I follow her down the centre of the open plan office and notice Ana at the photocopier. She looks up when she hears the clanking of Clare's heels and smiles at me, but as I smile back and wink at her, she realises the exchange between us and quickly looks down and tries to ignore me, but I see her do a sneaky sideways glance through those lashes of hers. I straighten my expression as I reach Roaches office, I hope no-one saw me wink, she will never forgive me if she has people gossiping about us.
I spend a good half an hour with Roach and then he phones through to Elizabeth Morgan and asks her to gather everyone in the large meeting room. I am sure that they will fit in, there can't be more than fifty people here, there is that many in the structure of the company and bound to be people on vacation at this time of year.
I make my way with Roach to the room and see everyone is sitting down, it seems to be more of a room for lectures or presentations, than where they have interviews with their authors, at least Grey House has an abundance of rooms for that purpose. Everyone's head turns in unison and twice as many eyes follow me to my chair, where I sit down. Roach starts the ball rolling, he mentions that the company has been taken over by Grey Enterprise Holdings and that we are to move offices the next day. I hear gasps around the room and look across to see many faces with worry spread across them.
I hear Roach start introducing me and it's my queue to stand and come forward. As I do I hear more gasps, but the pitch is such that I know it's from mostly women. I have to keep a straight face when I see Ana look around and then roll her eyes.
My first thoughts are that these people probably know what I do and think they are for the chop. I make easy work of telling them that the company has not been purchased in order to sell it off, but to build it up and make it profitable again. I also mention that the business has been running at a loss due to several ill judged decisions, and that any future advanced funding will need to go through me. I look over to Roach, who sinks down in his seat slightly. I now know that it was him who sanctioned those advanced royalties and I still have yet to get to the bottom of why he did. Maybe he is connected to the authors who received them or it may just be that he is bad with money, either way, I doubt he will last long as president of the company.
I notice Clare is sitting next to Ana, but I frown when I see her nudge Ana in the ribs. Does she think I am looking at her? I need to try and stop looking at Ana, because I can see by her face that she isn't happy with my constant glances at her.
They are advised that from next week, each employee will be interviewed either by myself or Ros, so that we can get to know them, but also to find out their strengths and weaknesses.
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and as I am still giving my speech, I quickly pull it out and read the text, which is from Ana, telling me not to look at her, which of course makes me look at her again and again she texts to say "Stop it!" At this point I apologise to everyone in the room, while I text her back "Sorry, but I love looking at your beautiful face and cannot stop myself." As soon as I press send and put it back in my pocket, Ana's phone pings on the loudest volume setting and she has that blasted cat noise on her phone again. I see her shrink down in her seat with embarrassment at the racket its making. I make sure that my phone is now switched off until I leave the room.
For the following half an hour, I take a question and answer session. Clare asks if I am married, to which I tell her that that question is not appropriate. She seems a bit ditsy to me, I hope Ana isn't very close to her, I don't want her knowing our business and then blurting it out to all in the office, as I bet she is a bit of a gossip too.
As the session closes I let everyone know that they should come straight to Grey House in the morning and report to the main reception downstairs with their SIP I.D. badges, at which point they will be exchanged for GEH passes. Also, the dress code is rather slack, so I confirm that it's suit and ties for men and the women should wear smart/casual, but never jeans and t-shirts. The rest of the details I leave to Roaches crew to discuss and I take my leave.
As I get out of the room, I stop and turn my phone back on. I have a missed text from Ana and chuckle at her reply, which is just a smiley face.
Ana's POV
"Did you see Grey looking at me?" Clare says for the umpteenth time, as we walk back to the office.
"I don't think he was looking at you in particular, his gaze wasn't any more than he was giving others in the room, Clare," I huff and roll my eyes when she thinks that I am wrong and that she believes she has a chance. Surely she doesn't think he is interested in her. Yeah she's pretty, but he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at me. She obviously didn't realise that we were texting each other, the timing was spot on and she was probably the only one who could see my fingers working the keypad. It may be bitchy for me to say, but maybe that shows the level of her intelligence and that is why she left me at Fifties. I still don't believe she thought that there were still people at the bar.
As I make it back to my desk, I phone through to Christian, who answers immediately.
"So, how is my beautiful gal?" I sense he is grinning down the phone at me.
"You do realise we could have been discovered, and what was that with you stopping in the middle of your speech to text me."
"Well, it was important."
"Important enough to keep sixty people waiting?"
"There are only fifty on staff, and not everyone was there."
"Oh dry, Mr Grey, very dry," I can sense he's smiling again and I can't help but follow suit. "So interviews next week? Wonder if I will be getting Ros."
"Nope, you're mine. I have already made the lists up. I get you, Roach, Clare, Elizabeth, Hannah and a few others from finance to make it less obvious that I am interviewing everyone around you."
"Oh my god, Christian. That is rather controlling."
"No, just making sure you are safe and in a friendly environment. Plus I want to get rid of dead weight and unnecessary staff."
"Who's dead weight and unnecessary?"
"Clare for a start, she seems very… over friendly and her role as receptionist won't be needed as the main reception for the floor can cater for the SIP department."
"She's bubbly. It's a good trait to have on reception. Please don't sack her though, Christian… maybe put her in another department."
"I will think about it after the interview, but if she was anything like this morning, then she will be out."
I realise I have to maybe give Clare a few tips, when she meets him next week, but I am sure she will ignore me and try and make a play for him. She will regret it, if she does. "So when you interview me, what are you going to ask?"
"I'm not telling you that now, save that for when I interview you in my office, and no knickers are required."
"Oh Mr Grey, if you were still in the building I would say go to the ladies powder room and I will meet you there now." I smile, knowing he is probably in the car.
"Oh great. I am still here, so will meet you there in say… two minutes."
"No! I didn't mean that. I thought you had left and was just… teasing."
He laughs, I know he is only joking… well I hope he is. "Very well," he sighs. "It would have been a bit risky. I want you in my office at lunch time, though."
"I can't, I am supposed to be having lunch with Clare, but I can put her off as she's been annoying me this morning. You do realise you looking at me through your little performance earlier has made her think you were looking at her, and now she has ideas. I nearly said you were gay at one point, just to shut her up."
"I doubt that would stop her, I've seen women like that before, even when I have been sitting at a restaurant with Mia, who doesn't look like me at all and could pass for a girlfriend."
"I've been witness to those women, Christian. They have been eyeballing you when I have been with you and even when you have been holding my hand at the table. It was obvious we were a couple and one waitress actually unfastened her top button of her blouse in front of you and you never noticed."
"When was that?"
"Last week, at the Mile High."
"Oh, maybe I was thinking of what I was going to do to you in the elevator."
"Oh boy, don't remind me," I pant out.
"So… Miss Steele, lunch?"
"I will try and get out of lunch with Clare, now that you mentioned the elevator, I am beginning to get rather hot."
Three hours later and I am walking back into the office after Christian took me three times. I am sure he is making up for lost time over the past few days, abstinence does not become him so I gave into him last night, even though I was fine by Sunday. I just loved the power I had over him, by making him wait, but then I was becoming rather horny and needed it too.
I walk past Hannah's desk to get to mine and she turns in her seat. "Ana, is that Creed Aventus I can smell?"
Bugger! Christian's aftershave has rubbed off on me. "Erm? I think it's a new perfume that smells similar, I just went to the perfume shop and tried some testers out. I can't remember what it was called though," I say, hoping that this would be believable. Hannah looks at me curiously and I blush. She grabs my hand and ushers me into the kitchen and shuts the door, so that no-one overhears.
"Okay girlie, out with it. I know you're holding something back."
"I can't say."
"Why, is it because it involves a rather dishy billionaire?"
I gasp, I knew she heard me earlier. My flipping big mouth. "Hannah, you can't say anything to anyone, it's not supposed to be public knowledge."
"Who are you fooling, I saw you out last week."
"When?"
I was at SP's Place at the marina having dinner with a friend and saw you both, hand in hand. Don't think I didn't notice your texting back and forth this morning."
Oh, that must have been when we took the Grace out onto the Sound overnight. Lucky Sawyer came by ten minutes later via another route, or she would have seen him also. I'd like to keep that a surprise for later.
"How did you notice me texting when Clare didn't, she was sitting next to me and you were in the row in front."
"I could see at the corner of my eye when I turned my head slightly. I wondered after the first alert of Mr Grey's phone, then noticed he text you back, you can't mistake that loud alert you have, Ana. What is it anyway? Sounds like a strangled cat."
"It's the laughing cat, I put it on there the other day, but it's already driving his lordship mad," I chuckle.
"So, why didn't you mention it all before, you know you can trust me, unlike Clare."
"We have tried to keep discrete, but it's hard when we go out. I must say we do try and go to places that no-one else will go to."
"Like expensive restaurants and private boats?" she laughs and I blush as she is right. That sounded so pretentious of me.
"Erm, well yes but it's not deliberate, it's just what Christian arranges. Hannah, please tell me you will keep it to yourself. I can't have it known, although I think it will be out soon anyway as I am sure the paps will find out."
"Oh, I forgot they would be after you, as you will be the woman to have caught the most eligible bachelor on the West Coast. You do realise you will be the envy of thousands of women."
"Oh jeez, if I haven't got enough to contend with, with Clare thinking she's got a chance with him, I have to bat off every other woman."
"Clare has designs?"
"She thinks Christian does on her, so of course she is now interested. He kept looking at me this morning, that was the reason for the texts, I told him to stop. Clare thought he was looking at her and now she's probably gonna try and make a move on him. I will have to stop her before she makes a fool out of herself and gets the sack to boot."
I go back to my desk and pull out my blackberry and email Christian.
.-.-.
From: BB/Anastasia Steele
Subject: Already discovered
Date: June 29 2011 14:52
To: Christian Grey
Dear Mr Grey
Your little antic this morning and the fact I smell of your aftershave has resulted in us being discovered by Hannah, although she has known of us since the night on the Grace (she spotted us from SP's Place.)
She has no intention of gossiping, that is not her style, so we can rest assure no-one else (unless you continue to pay me too much attention in front of my fellow workers) will know. Clare still is going on about you, so be warned if you interview her, that you have another there to take notes (and chaperone.)
Ana
x0x
.-.-.
I wait for a few minutes and my phone goes off again, the office has looked around at the wailing cat and I know I have to change that tone straight away.
.-.-.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Already discovered, but who cares
Date: June 29 2011 15:03
To: BB/Anastasia Steele
Baby,
I don't want you to fret about it all. I am sure they will know by end of the week, it will be impossible to keep it a secret when Taylor will be driving us to work, together. As for Clare, I had already made provisions to have a minute taker in the room and probably for all the other staff members… but not for you, I want you alone.
Remember, Elliot and Kate are coming over tonight for dinner. I have told them it's not dressy, and I'd like you to wear your Gaultier handkerchief dress with no underwear. I will be as horny as fuck all night, knowing that I could just flick the straps down off of your shoulders and have the dress fall and pool at your feet, leaving you naked. I am already hard thinking about it.
Christian Grey
Totally sated from lunch, but still horny as fuck CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, inc.
.-.-.
What? I can't go around all evening with only a flimsy summer dress on. What if it's see-through in front of the window, which to be honest is half the walls in that place.
.-.-.
From: BB/Anastasia Steele
Subject: Recommendation
Date: June 29 2011 15:22
To: Christian Grey
Christian
Can we have the sheer drapes pulled in the living room. I think that dress will go rather see-through when the light is behind me.
Ana
x0x
.-.-.
Christian replies in a minute.
.-.-.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: We can test it out.
Date: June 29 2011 15:23
To: BB/Anastasia Steele
Ana,
We can test it out, before they arrive. Be warned though, if it is I will end up dragging you to the bedroom to have my wicked way. I have still yet to make up for my abstinence at the weekend.
Christian Grey
Positively dripping CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, inc.
.-.-.
I giggle at his reply.
.-.-.
From: BB/Anastasia Steele
Subject: Deal!
Date: June 29 2011 15:25
To: Christian Grey
Christian
I hold you to that and you can fuck me till the cows come home if I am right.
See you just after six.
Ana
X0x
I am standing in front of the window, near the piano and Christian has stood back, admiring my form from about ten feet away.
"Well?" I ask, hoping that it's okay.
"Can't see a darn thing, which pleases me as you can go without underwear, but not as I won't be able to have you before they arrive."
"Oh I don't know, Mr Grey," I say sultrily as I strut towards him. "How about you test that theory of yours, that the dress will just float down my body… Playroom?"
His eyes light up on that, but he hesitates. "Fuck it Ana, we only have twenty minutes," he growls as he paces back and forth. But after the third repetition of his pacing he grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs.
As we enter the room, he tells me to go and stand in front of the bed. He locks the door and is in front of me in an instant, his fingers trail up my arms and he latches the thin straps with his index fingers and slowly pulls them out and lets go. The dress, due to its slinky fabric, falls quickly down my body and I inhale sharply at the feeling of it brushing over my skin. "See, Ana, it does as I said it would… Now baby, we don't have much time, but I want to restrain you to the bed."
He goes and grabs the leather cuffs he used in our birthday session and fastens them to each wrist, and then clicks each onto a metal ring on the posts at the foot of the bed. Then he does the same around each ankle and I stand there, my arms and legs spread out, forming a X shape. "Feel vulnerable?" he breathes in my ear.
"Yes, oh yes, very," I sigh. He has only removed his T-shirt and has unbuttoned his flies, allowing his boy to stand out proud. He starts to kiss down my body and stops at my apex, where he kisses me intimately until I start to pull on my restraints, then moves back up my body. I know this will have to be quick. "Thrust your pelvis forward, babe," he demands and as I do, he bends his knees slightly and pushes into me, grabbing the flesh of my buttocks as he does. I can feel my clit getting pressed and rubbed as he pushes into me. Bloody hell, I think this is one of the best positions to date. I love it when we are standing, but being spread eagled like this adds that little vulnerability to the occasion. I feel Christian's finger press against my butt-hole, I knew he was going to do something as he had just licked his finger, to make it wet. He pushes it in and I cry out. It's not his pinky finger, as before, but think it's his middle finger, he's gone up a size. "Oh, I can feel you squeezing me… so tight!" he cries out as soon as my world lights up. My head falls back and he pulls me against him one last time before he growls his own release.
I look at him, through barely open eyes, experiencing the love that is oozing from every pore. "I love you Christian… you can do that to me any day." He chuckles and releases me from the restraints. I reluctantly go to the bathroom in the subs room and sort myself out before going down stairs. I meet Christian on the stairs and we return to the living room, hand in hand, but we see Elliot and Kate sitting at the couches.
Shit, they are here early.
Elliot, being his usual self with no filter sits there and smirks.
"What?" Christian asks.
"Bro, you both look like you just been fucking," he laughs and Kate looks at me, with my rosy complexion and giggles.
"Ana, you do look rather flushed and dare I say, ravished."
Oh bollocks!