Leave me your coments.

BirdsandStars

I watch him as he ties his tie in front of the mirror. The white shirt fits his body, the muscles in his back tighten as he ties the knot. He takes the blazer and puts it on, while the knot in the tie is being adjusted. He looks exactly as I remember, when he was wearing a suit. Sexy, hot and fuckable.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Did I just say that?

When did my mind get so dirty?

Oh, I know. Since last night. After everything we did. The bed... the shower... the kitchen. I still don't know how I can stand after only a few hours of sleep, and all the sex. Including this morning.

I said I love morning sex. And if it's waking up with Christian between my legs, so much better. I'm going to work today looking like a zombie because I didn't get much sleep last night. But I'm also leaving with a stupid smile on my face.

But I'm happy.

Christian looks back at me through the mirror.

—Are you ready? —he asks me back to reality as he turns and walks in my direction.

—Everything I can be. —I tell him with a smile as he comes to my side and wraps his hands around my waist.

—No jeans today? —he says as his gaze wanders over the dress I'm wearing today.

—I seem to remember someone forbidding me yesterday. —I answer with a smile.

The sound of my mobile phone makes me look away from him. I look for him and look at the screen.

—It's Sawyer, he's waiting downstairs.

I had completely forgotten about Sawyer. I hadn't even told him that Christian was alive, much less that he was going to take over as CEO again.

—I think he's gonna be surprised when he sees you. —I'll tell him while I get my purse.

Christian smiles at me, takes my hand in his, and we head out to the underground parking lot of my apartment. Sawyer's standing outside the car, leaning into it. When he sees us walking in his direction, his face turns to surprise.

—Mr Chasting? You' re alive? —he says he can't believe it.

—It's a long story, Sawyer. But you better call me something else, that's not my real name. —he says as he shakes his hand.

—His name is Christian Grey. —I say as Sawyer turns to me as soon as I tell him.

—That doesn't make sense either. —he says.

—Come on, I'll tell you a little bit on the way. —Christian says as he opens the back door for me to come in. He settles down next to me while he holds me against him. It takes Sawyer a few seconds to come out of the shock. As soon as he gets in the car, he looks at both of us in the rearview mirror, waiting for us to tell him where we're going.

—To TecFall Sawyer.

I hug more against his body as Christian sums up what happened to Sawyer and he drives to downtown Chicago.

The journey is going faster than I would like. And quickly Sawyer is parking in front of the company. Christian comes down and holds out his hand to help me. And so with interlocking fingers we walk into TecFall. And exactly as I imagined it would happen, all eyes were on us. Well, it was more like they were looking at the person walking next to me who had been dead for six months. I could see the looks of wonder in some people's eyes, and others as they quickly began to make comments.

I would have liked the elevator to be just for us, but at this hour, it was full. We settled down to the side. And Christian didn't miss the chance to corner me with his body against the elevator wall. I bit my lower lip trying not to laugh.

—Everyone's looking at you. —I said very quietly as he pulled his face closer to mine.

—Well, let them look. —he said as he put a lock of hair behind my ear.

The elevator emptied out as it went up. When we got to our floor, several people came out, and then we did. Christian wouldn't let go of my hand as he led me to the office. To my surprise, Kate had already moved back into her old position.

—Good morning, Ana, Mr Grey. —she said as I held one hand to my mouth to keep from laughing.

—Good morning Kate, please, just Christian, that in the end, I'm the best man of your wedding.

—All right, it's all set for 8:30am in the meeting room.

—Thank you.—I replied as we continued our journey.

I opened the door to my old-new office and smiled. I put the bag aside while I sit in my chair and spin around. Christian looks at me smiling as he enters his office without telling me anything else. I turn on the computer. As I slide my hands down the arms of my chair. The phone takes me out of my dream of happiness and I answer it without looking at the screen. I miss answering calls very much.

—TecFall good morning. —I say with my best smile.

—I see you very happy this morning Miss Steele, please come to my office.

Shit!

I'm holding on to the chair, I almost lost my balance and fell to the floor. His voice on the phone yesterday, it didn't sound as hot as today.

—Are you all right?—he asks me as I can feel my breath speeding up like a teenager.

—Yes, I'll be right there, Mr Grey. —I hang up and quickly head to his office.

I open the door and walk in with shaky hands and legs. Christian is standing in front of the panoramic glass in the office. He turns to me as soon as he feels my footsteps. He doesn't move from his place, which forces me to walk to him. I almost lose my balance a few meters before I stop next to him in front of the panoramic glass.

—Did you call me Mr. Grey? —he asks with a smile raising an eyebrow as he turns to me.

—I don't know why I did it. —I answer in a trembling voice.

—Are you nervous? —he asks me suddenly.

—Yes. —I answered as I stared at him. —Why do you sound so hot on my office phone?

—Hot? —he says with a smile.

—Yes. You talk as if you were seducing me.

—Seducing you? —he repeats, still laughing.

—Yes. You don't usually sound this hot and seductive, only here in the office, it's like you change your tone of voice. —I say to him while he smiles at me showing me the dimples —You change your tone of voice? —I'm curious.

—I never thought you'd notice the difference. —he says, shrugging his shoulders. —Does talking to you like that make you nervous?—he says, changing his tone of voice again.

—Oh, my God! It makes my legs turn to jelly and my heart race. —I say to him as I take one of his hands and put it into my heart. —You feel it.

—You mean it turns you on when I talk to you in this tone of voice. —he repeats to me in the same tone.

—And you don't know how much. —I tell him while I feel my panties starting to get wet.

—I must remember that. —he says to me as he takes his hand off my chest and looks at his watch. —Let's go to the meeting room, get a diary so you can take notes. —he says as he interlaces his fingers with mine.

—Did you call me just for that? —I'm curious as I walk past him to the office door.

Christian stops and opens the door for me.

—I just wanted to see what you looked like standing in front of the panoramic glass.

—Is there any reason you'd want to see me standing there?

—I'll show you later. —he says to me as we leave the office.

I pick up an agenda and a pen from my desk and we head for the meeting room. No one has arrived yet, but there are still 20 minutes left before the meeting starts. Christian sits down at the head of the table and I sit next to him.

—Did you call Grace? —he asks me as he gets up and walks to a window and pulls back the curtains.

—Yes, you don't have to worry about anything. All the executives are accounted for, including Grace.

Christian's coming back to me, but he's not sitting down. Instead, he starts walking around. I thought I'd never see this. He's nervous. I get up and cut him off. I take him by the hands and look him straight in the eyes.

—Why are you nervous?

—It's not nerves, it's anxiety.

—Anxiety?

—Yes. I'm officially becoming Grace's son today.

—Christian. —I tell him as I raise my hands to his face. —You've always been Grace's son. —I bring his face to mine and give him a light kiss. —Everything will be fine. —I tell him with comfort.

At that moment the door opens and several people begin to enter. We split up and sit down at our posts. A few moments later, Grace arrives and sits at the head of the table, smiling at us both. At exactly 8:30 am Grace stands up.

—I know there have been a lot of changes in the company lately. —she looks at me and then at Christian. —And I know you're all wondering how the former CEO is alive. You all remember what happened with the PIANANO. —everyone involved nods. —But what you don't know is that the former CEO was an undercover CIA agent and helped recover the device. —that's when the murmurings among the management start. —And not only that. —continues Grace by making the room quiet again. —His real name is Christian Grey. —they all look at each other again and one of them asks to speak.

—Why does he have the same surname as you? —he does.

—Are you familiar with it? —asks another.

Grace raises her hands to stop them asking.

—Yes. —Grace holds out her hand to Christian to join her.

Christian got up from his chair and stood next to Grace as she lovingly passed her arm over his shoulders.

—He's my son.

—How is that possible?

—Please, just like you I just found out a few days ago that he didn't die in an accident, I'm still taking it in.

—So you will change the direction of the Company again?

—Yes. Christian will once again be the CEO of TecFall, and I also thought it was time to name a Vice President. —at which point Christian returned to his seat next to me.

The former Vice President, Grace had fired him in my absence, and we hadn't named one yet. It was only a matter of time before this happened.

—We can begin the vote.

Fifteen minutes later, the new Vice President had been chosen from the board of directors.

—Well, the changes have been made. You can ask all the questions you want.

Quickly the hands were raised and they began to bombard Grace with questions that I was not paying attention to.

Ten minutes later, everyone began to leave the meeting room. Christian took one of my hands and squeezed it between his.

—Let's go back to the office, I want to catch up on what's on the agenda. —he said, giving me a sweet smile.

—Okay.

Grace was still in the meeting room.

—You can go ahead, I need to talk to Grace about something. —I said to him as he let go of my hand.

—All right.—he said to me as he walked out of the meeting room.

—Is something wrong, Ana? —Grace asked me next to me.

—How do you know something is wrong with me?

—Because I know you, Ana. I'm not your birth mother, but I know you very well.

That was true.

—I guess Christian told you that we're engaged again.

—Yes, he did say something about that.

—I know it sounds strange, but we want to get married as soon as possible. We've already lost a lot of time.

—When's the date then? —she asks me suddenly.

—We haven't thought about that. We wanted to do it as soon as we had all the preparations. But I don't think I can do it now. Christian will be too busy catching up with the company and I'll have a very full schedule these days...

—Ana! —Grace holds my hands and interrupts my thoughts. —You don't have to worry about the wedding.

—No! —I mean unbelievable.

—I can take care of all the wedding arrangements and the party if you want. I'll be happy to.

—Really! —I scream with excitement as I hug her.

—Yes. Why didn't you ask for my help?

—We haven't had time to talk, plus I don't want you to have to take care of everything. —I tell her, while smiling slightly at her.

—I have nothing else to do, Ana, and I'd love to plan the wedding of my two sons. And to invite as many people as will fit in the house. —she says to me with a smile.

—We don't want anything that big, just family and close friends. —I say to her as I bow my head in sorrow.

—Ana. —she says to me in a sweet tone, making me look up. — I won't do anything you don't want me to do. Yes, I'm excited, but if what you want is family and friends, then it will be with family and friends. —she says as she gives me a smile.

I go up to her and we wrap ourselves in a hug. I know Grace can do it. She throws great parties at the house.

—Well, don't worry about a thing, Ana. I'll take care of the wedding. —she says to me as we leave the meeting room for my office. — You just pick out the perfect dress and pack your bags. —she says as we stop in front of my office and gives me a kiss on the cheek. —I advise you to choose the dress before Sunday.

—Sunday?

—Yes, the wedding will be on Sunday, at sunset. —he says to me as she walks down the aisle.

I walk into the office distracted. I open Christian's office door and walk over to a chair in front of his desk.

—Ana! Are you all right? —he says getting up from his seat.

—No. —I answer mechanically.

—Ana! You're scaring me. What's wrong? —he says as he bends down next to me and takes my hands in his.

—I just talked to Grace, she says she's in charge of the wedding, just pick out a dress.

—That's great. Why do you have that face then?

—Because the wedding's on Sunday.

—Sunday! This Sunday?

—Yeah. —I'm still not buying it.

I know my mother can throw a party on short notice, but it's not just the party. It's a wedding. My wedding. Our wedding.

—And what are you waiting for? —he tells me, taking me out of my thoughts.

—Hummm. —and for the first time since I walked into his office I'm looking him straight in the eyes.

—Go on, pick up Kate and go get a beautiful dress for the wedding.

—We can't just disappear, just like that, Christian.

—All right. Plan an alternate for you and Kate's position for the whole day tomorrow.

—And you?

—What about me?

—You need a tailored suit for the wedding. —Christian's just staring at me with an eyebrow.

—Sweetheart, I've got a closet of new suits made to order.

—I think I forgot about that part. —I give him a smile.

Christian squeezes my hands and then gets up off the floor and stands me up.

—Don't worry about a thing. Just your dress. —he says, giving me a slight kiss on the lips. —Now go to work. —he says, turning around and giving me a slight push.

I turn around smiling.

—Yes, Mr Grey. —I turn around again and walk out of his office.