Leave me your coments.

BirdsandStars

I'm exhausted. I never thought I'd say this. But I'm exhausted from all the sex. Christian has exhausted me. I have no idea what time it is, I just know that I'm lying on a huge couch in the suite, naked, while Christian feeds me strawberries with chocolate.

—I don't think I could be any happier. —I tell him with a smile as he brings another strawberry to my lips.

—Neither do I. —he says to me as he licks the chocolate off his fingers and I stare at him.

—But let's be positive, this happiness won't last long. —I tell him, thinking about what will happen in a few hours when all the newspapers have a picture of our rushed wedding.

Christian looks at me with a frown. He puts the tray aside and lies down next to me, staring at me.

—Are you worried?

—You're not? I don't understand that you don't care about the consequences of the madness we committed last night.

—Not as long as I have you by my side. —he says to me by taking one of my hands in his and kissing it.

I smile at him briefly and lean over him, curling up on his chest.

—Now that we're officially married. —I ask him as I slowly slide my hand across his bare chest. —Can I ask you a private question?

—You can ask me anything you want, Ana.

—Will you continue to attend the club? —I ask without looking up.

—I don't see why I should attend, we don't need to meet in secret anymore.

—I thought you liked that world of sexual exchange? Christian holds my hand on his chest and then lays me down leaning on his arms and forcing me to look him in the eyes.

—I won't deny that I like that feeling, but I won't do it unless you want to do it, too. The basis of a relationship is trust. Do you trust me, Ana?

—Yes. —I answer without a second thought.

—We've never talked about it. How did you feel that night while the three of us were devouring your body?

—Just remembering it makes me start to get excited.

—Mmmm. I'm not gonna lie to you. I like that feeling of looking at others or sharing someone, but I'm not gonna share you anymore. —I'm looking at him with an eyebrow. —At least not for a while. —he says to me as he brings his lips closer to mine.

—I'm going to confess something to you. I can't imagine sharing you with anyone.

Christian smiles at me and slowly joins his lips to mine. And we forget about the rest of the world and the problems we'll face the next morning.

Someone caresses my face sweetly. I smile without opening my eyes.

—If we want to have some breakfast on the way we must leave now. —he says to me as I open my eyes.

Christian is dressed, with his hair done, and has a stupid smile on his face.

—Good morning, Mrs Grey. —he says as he steals a kiss from me.

—I love waking up like this every day. —I tell him as I sit on the bed.

And then I realize what he just called me.

—Christian, I'd like to keep my last name. —I tell him as I stare at him.

—All right. —he says to me as he puts his lips back together with mine.

He separates from me and I see him take some clothes out of the bag and put others away.

—Doesn't it bother you that I doesn't want to take your last name?

—No. I understand that you want your independence in Hollywood and not to be identified as my wife.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. I honestly thought this conversation was going to be worse.

—Were you worried about that? —he asks me lying down at the door.

—A little.

He walks in my direction, wraps his hands around my waist and stares at me. Every time he looks at me like that, I completely melt away.

—You don't have to worry about anything regarding our relationship, Ana. I'll never do anything to hurt you, not if it bothers you or if I can help it. —steals another kiss from me and walks out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

I finish getting cleaned up and get dressed under Christian's watchful eyes of desire. But I'm not going to give in right now. Because I know that if I do, we won't have breakfast and we'll be late for the studio. And we'll have enough trouble as soon as we leave this room.

Christian intertwines his fingers with mine as we leave the room and take the elevator. We walk to the reception, Christian hands over the card and pays for the stay with a radiant smile.

We leave in search of his car and on the way to the studio we stop for a quick breakfast at a place near the studio. It is not yet dawn and we are sitting at a private table in the cafeteria with our breakfast in front of us. Christian smiles at me as he feeds me waffles. Several people enter the place and look at our direction, but they don't come close.

We continue our breakfast until it is interrupted by the TV behind the bar, which has been turned up.

Last night the actor Christian Grey broke many hearts by marrying the co-star of his new movie Sweet Mistake. Anastasia Steele has dazzled Christian Grey and has just become the envy of thousands of women. We're all hoping to see how this will play out on the set...

I stop listening while I watch the images being put on TV. I knew something like this would happen. But I had no idea it would come to this. Someone even shot a video outside the chapel when Christian was kissing me before he got in the car.

—I can't believe it. — I said very quietly. I think I've lost my appetite.

—We both knew what was going to happen, Ana. And we decided to face the consequences.

—But I didn't imagine the impact it would have. —I say to him by looking down.

—Look at me, Ana. —he asks me as he turns to my side and hugs me tenderly. —Don't listen to anything the media say, forget about them.

—I don't know how to do that, Christian. You may have more experience ignoring the press and commentary, but I just landed in Hollywood a short time ago. I don't know how to deal with this.

—With love. —I look at him in disbelief for what he just said. —Just think of us, of all we've been through to be together. And what we still have to face together to get out of this nightmare that has just begun.

—Will you help me?

—Of course, my love, I'll be by your side every second and every moment. I will not leave you alone with the vultures around you. Now how about we finish our breakfast quickly before word gets out that we're here and can't get out. —Christian smiles at me and I smile back at him as I take his face in my hands.

—I love you, Christian Grey.

—And I love you Anastasia Steele.

We finish breakfast in a hurry and head for the studio. Outside are the paparazzi like every day. Waiting for a picture. But it's not just them. I can see several vans from different TV stations. I see the reporters gathering, microphone in hand for an opportunity of a quick interview. Apparently Christian sees my scary face and doesn't make the attempt to stop outside the studio and give them something to talk about, which I thank him for.

As soon as he parks safely inside the studio where no one can access us he turns in my direction.

—Are you okay? —he asks me, taking my hands in his and kissing them.

—Everything I can be doing, knowing what's going to happen from one moment to the next.

—Remember at all times that I love you. —he says with a smile before he lets go of my hands and gets out of the car.

He opens the door for me and intertwines his fingers with mine as we walk to my trailer. When we're there we both stare at Grace who walks like a caged beast in our direction.

—Inside, both of us. —she says to us like a wild animal.

We go into the trailer and sit on the bed. I feel like a little girl again. I know a scolding is coming and I know what the reason is. But unlike when I was a child, I regretted what I had done, this time I don't regret anything.

Grace throws several magazines in our direction. We're all on the cover.

—For both our sakes, I hope what those magazines say isn't true. —she says as she folds her arms and casts a murderous glance at both of us.

—Completely true. —Christian says to her as he takes the magazines out of my hand and throws them aside.

—Are you crazy? Have you lost your minds?

—No, we're not, Mother. What's wrong with loving each other?

—What's wrong with it? You know they'll stir up your past again, Christian? Is that what you want?

—I don't care about my past at all, I've regretted everything I did back then.

—Even what happened with Jolinne?

—What's she got to do with it now?

— That they will go back to talking about your previous relationships and inevitably touch on the fact that you were involved with his death.

—You know very well that nothing was ever proven.

—Nothing was proven because the studio and I paid a lot of money for a lot of things not to come to light. —she screams at him in great agitation.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

—What do you mean? —Christian now asks her nervously.

Grace doesn't talk. She just stares at him. I know she's thinking about whether or not to tell him what she's done.

— You owe a lot to the owners of the studio, Christian, if it weren't for them your career would be over and you'd still be serving your sentence.

—I can't believe anything I'm hearing. —he says as he runs his hands through his hair.

Grace walks to the door and stops with her hand on the doorknob. She turns towards us.

—Let's just hope things don't go that far. Because if they dig up all the crap from your past and reopen the investigation again, I know you're going to have a lot more to worry about than who you're going to fuck tonight. —she says as she opens the door and throws it out.

—What did she mean by that?

—She thinks you're a whim for me, that as soon as I get tired of you you'll just be another one. —he says to me as he buries his head in his hands.

And I'm just sit there thinking about what she just said. Grace just planted doubt in me. How do I know I'm not a Christian's whim? I know he's shown me that he loves me, but what if Christian has got it all wrong? I know I love him. But what if he's just infatuated with me and has confused his feelings. I know how easily love can be confused with lust, and how desire can be confused with a momentary passion.

—Don't let my mother's words confuse you. —he says to me in a sweet voice.

I turn towards him and he is staring at me.

—She's just trying to make you think that you're not worth anything to me. That you're like one of the others who've gone through my life insignificantly. —he pauses before stroking my face and smiling at me. — I love you Ana, you were my life, I never loved someone like I love you.

I can see the sincerity in his eyes. I can see the love in the way he looks at me, in the way he slowly caresses my cheek. I close my eyes and remember all the moments we've spent together. If this is not love, I don't know what would be. I open my eyes with all my doubts suddenly clear.

—I know. —I say with a smile as I steal a kiss. —Come on, I don't want your mother to scold us again, this time for being late.

Christian smiles at me and we leave the trailer for a day that I know is going to be the worst day of my life.