Chapter 10
Our trip to New York went pretty well. Christian, Kate, Elliot and I returned on Thursday. Christian had some other business to attend to, but he joined us in our planning when he could.
Elliot was excited about the renovations because they were simple but will be a nice addition to his construction company's was nothing but giddy to open an AMC in New York. Her family and her visit all the time, and she absolutely loves the city. Every negative remark I had, she came back with a positive solution, which showed her knowledge of the area.
I'm still nervous about opening an AMC in New York City, specifically Manhattan. It is the most competitive market in the world, and I can see the AMC closing down in months after locals become interested in the next new thing, but the time seems right. The theater we looked at was beautiful, with classic theater decorating features, like gold light features, red carpet, and two levels of theater seating. We didn't really need to do too much in the kitchen; there were enough to do the basic cooking of the main AMC menu.
I worry our food won't be as good as other AMCs because we won't have a full kitchen, but Kate assures me the food will be unique because we will use local New York food. Kate even began contacting vendors she wants to create contracts with. We are moving forward with AMC Manhattan, and hopefully, it will at least be somewhat of a success. Don't get too excited Negative Nancy.
As for personal life, I have never been more happy and satisfied. I cannot get enough of Mr. Grey. I am in a constant state of arousal when I'm with him. I constantly touch him, wanting him, dreaming about him... inside me. He makes me feel absolutely incredible when we have sex, and I want him all the time. I feel like a teenager constantly thinking when Christian and I can have sex next. Maybe that's the problem; I never had a normal teenage experience when it came to sex and relationships. So now, I get to experience that with Christian.
Christian obliges me whenever I ask or seduce him. Even when we were in New York City, we had sex almost every night. The only times I kept my hands off of him was when we had business to attend to or when Kate and Elliot wanted to hang out and have lunch or dinner, but I still try to be with him.
One late afternoon, the four of us went to ABC Kitchen. Kate and Elliot were excited about the possibilities of having an AMC Manhattan, but I was ready to be with Christian. They kept talking about the potential, and Christian was interested in the business side. I already knew how AMC Manhattan was going to operate and knew it could be immediately successful but was nervous about our long-term chances.
I decided to excuse myself, leaving for the restroom. I decided to freshen up and made a decision to seduce Mr. Grey right then and there. I took off my bra. This was easily the craziest thing I have ever done, but I wanted to excite Christian, and hopefully move the lunch along a little faster, so we can return to our hotel suite. Even though with my outfit of a black sleeveless blouse and blue pencil skirt made me look professional, not having any a bra on had made me feel sexually free. I put my undergarment in my purse and walked back to the table. Luckily, I was sitting next to Kate, thus sitting across from Christian. When I reached for some condiments for my delicious veggie burger, with minted yogurt on house-made whole wheat pita bread, my loose blouse dipped down, showing what was under. Christian got a nice view of my chest, and he quietly growled with excitement, as he looked at me like I was his prey ready to be eaten.
"What's wrong with you bro?" Elliot responded with a confused look on his face. Luckily Elliot didn't see my actions that day, but I knew Christian did by his intense stare at me.
"I just remembered; I need to leave for a conference call, and Ana needs to come with me," Christian responded but never looks away from me.
"Is it something important? Should I go?" Kate responded with concern. She always worries she is not helping enough on the business side with the fast expansion we are experiencing with AMC. Her focus was on promotions, marketing, and brand control. What she doesn't understand is she is the reason we consistently have customers to all our AMCS with her hard work and expertise. It makes the business and more specifically the financial side easier to deal with.
But I knew that day Christian didn't want to talk business.
"No, your focus should be on AMC Manhattan. You do not have to worry about this conference call." I responded to Kate, not wanting to break away from Christian intense sexual glare. Christina threw down a few hundred dollars on the table and told them lunch was his treat. He then grabbed my hand aggressively, so we could head to the car. He signals Taylor we were ready to go. We got in the limousine that had the privacy partition already up, and Christian barely waited for the car door to close before he responded to my actions.
"You think your actions were appropriate Anastasia?"
"I wanted you, and I wasn't sure how to get your attention," I told him, knowing that was definitely going to get a response.
"You got my attention, giving me a nice view of your tits naughty girl." He pulled down a sleeve of my blouse and sucked on one of my breasts, every so often biting on my nipple. I moaned my gratitude towards this fantastic feeling. He quickly stopped, grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to his. "You are not allowed to speak Anastasia. Your breasts are mine," he said as he roughly squeezed my breast. "Your pussy is mine," where he then reached up my skirt and ripped my panties off. "And your pleasure will always be mine." He then grabbed my hips and lifted me on top of him. He aggressively lifted my skirt. "Fuck me if you want me so much."
I never really commanded for control when it came to sex. I never was on top. I never brought us to an orgasm. I never took the lead. Christian would do everything, directing my body in the positions he wanted. But that day, he wanted me to show him what I wanted.
So I unzipped his pants and lowered his briefs enough to release his dick, which was very hard. I began to stroke him, and Christian placed his arms back on the car seats, relaxing, enjoying what was happening. "Is that what you want sweetheart, to stroke me?"
"No, I wanted to get you aroused," I responded, still confused on what to do.
"Do you think I'm not aroused?" I don't know why I felt so nervous, but I couldn't help feel unsure of myself during that time. Christian can read me very well. He grabbed my hands to stop me from stroking him, and told me intently, once again, "Fuck me, Anastasia."
I placed my hands on either side of his head. I lowered myself onto him slowly, enjoying the connection we had. I began to move up and down on his hard cock. I was enjoying him so much, but I wanted more. I untuck my black blouse and took it off, placing it on the car floor. I was bouncing up and down on him faster, grabbing my breast, pinching my nipples hard. Christian smiled at my enthusiasm. "That's it baby, fuck me. Show me how much you want my cock." His words encouraged me to go faster, and I placed my hands on his knees behind me, trying to ride him faster. And I did, but I was not able to make myself come. That was still Christian's job. He did own my pleasure.
"Christian, please," I begged.
"What do you want Ana?"
"I want you."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to make me come," I whispered the last few words, still shy about saying what I want sexually. He picked me up, never losing our connection, spun us around, virtually switching places, and laid me on the car seat, where he aggressively fucked me while he was on his knees. He had my legs spread wide, by pressing my knees to the car seat. He was relentless, and I couldn't get enough. I couldn't get enough of Christian. Only a few minutes later, I came, tightening around him. This caused his own release, where he then laid on top of me breathless. "I love you Christian. Thank you."
He pulled away, where he was resting comfortably on top of me, and looked at me bewildered. "Thank you, Ana, and I can't-"
"No need to finish." I interrupted. "You say it when you are ready." I kissed his lips in assurance.
Christian didn't say I love you, and he hadn't said it yet. I don't expect him to. He is not in a position to say he loves me right now and mean it, even though he shows me his love every day. Luckily he seems to appreciate me saying it to him.
He told me he has been seeing his psychiatrist, Dr. Flynn. For so many years he talked to Dr. Flynn about his past, and how to get over it. Now he discusses how he can move forward from his past, and what he wants in his future. This pleases Dr. Flynn apparently. This pleases me very much as well. I hope to see the good doctor soon, figure out my own life and future.
(knock, knock, knock)
Thinking back to our sexy car ride, a loud knock came from our tinted window of the limousine; no doubt it was from Taylor.
"Do not open the door, Taylor!" Christian commanded.
Christian broke away from me, losing our sweet connection. I could feel his semen dripping out of me, and I quickly tried to clean it up with some tissue, even though I enjoyed the proud look he had on his face. We were trying to put ourselves together, like we were caught teenagers, with the police outside our car window.
"Mame, Sir, we are here. I will be in the hotel lobby when you are ready." Taylor said in an amused tone. We looked at each other and laughed at the turn of events, truly feeling young and free. That was another great afternoon with Mr. Grey.
~oOo~
"I plan to tell my family tonight about Elena." Christian declares, during our drive to the Grey's family home. It has been a quiet drive, with Christian focusing on driving, and let him contemplate what he is going to do. "I do not know how, but I will. I will need you there. I cannot do this alone."
"I will be by your side, always." I grab his free hand and squeeze it, returning to a much more comfortable silence in the car.
I still can't help the dirty thoughts and feelings run through me; thinking about the many sexual experiences we had thus far, and the ones sure to come. Even now, as Christian is driving to his parents' home for Sunday dinner, I lay my hand on his lap, caressing him. "As much as I appreciate the gesture, we are 5 minutes from my parents' home, and I'm not willing to start something I can't finish. So you better remove your hand and save for later." He gently grabs my wrist and put it on my lap.
"I'm sorry. I didn't even realize I was doing it." He looks at me astonished. "I'm serious! I can't stop touching you."
"I think I created a monster."
"A loveable sex monster." I happily agree. "And you can call her Anastasia." He laughs at my silly comments, but part of me takes them seriously. Finally free and loving life. "Don't worry, I have self-control." But, I don't. As Christian pulls up to the driveway of his parent's home to park, I unbuckle my seatbelt, lean over and whisper, "But so you know, I'm not wearing any underwear." Christian growls his approval and reaches under my white dress to check. I open my legs without question, and he rubs my clit and folds with two fingers, and insert them inside of me, fingering me a few strokes. I sulk a little bit as he removed his hand.
"You are going to be a tease, then I will tease you right back sweetheart." He sucks his two fingers, and I'm turned on even more. I push down my long sleeve white dress, glad it goes past my knees. I'm suddenly nervous Christian's parents are going to see how turned on I am. "Don't worry sweetheart, no one will tell you are not wearing underwear. But you should probably cover those." He casually points to my two very hard nipples. He began to laugh at my embarrassment, and I close my brown cardigan to hide my aroused breast. I laugh with him feeling embarrassed, but not ashamed. "Are you ready? Pretty sure I saw my mom peeking out the window."
"Oh god, I hope not. If she saw what we were doing-"
"She would be happy because I'm happy." I smile at his comments, so pleased I can make him happy.
I know this is going to be really hard for Christian; to tell his parents about Elena and his 'relationship'. "I know I said you should tell your parents, but you don't have to."
He lets out a big sigh. "No, I do. Dr. Flynn thinks I should. You agree with him. I need to do this." I nod at his true remarks. He begins to get out of the car but he stops. He looks at me again, very sincerely, "Ana, I never wanted more until I met you. What is holding me back is the fact I still keep secrets, trying to act like nothing happened, or how what happened to me was good for me. But I need my past not to affect my life anymore. I can't move on if I have my demons still hanging around. I need my parents to know who I was, and who I am now or at least who I want to be, despite the consequences. If my family can't accept me because of it, no matter what, I will always have you."
"Always, no matter what." And with my honest words, he gives me a sincere kiss, and we are ready to go.
~oOo~
Christian and I are entering the grand, but comfortable Grey's family home hand in hand, and are immediately greeted by Grace at the door. Oh god, I hope she was not peeking out the window. I do not want her to meet me, ever. Me either.
"Ana, Christian, so happy to see you." She goes to kiss Christian's cheek, but he moves to hug her, wrapping his arms around her back and shoulders. It looks like she freezes a little bit but quickly returns the hug. I can imagine this surprises Grace since Christian found it painful for other people to touch him, but as he is moving towards a better future, he is allowing the people he trusts in, and he trusts his mother.
"Thank you, mom, for inviting us," Christian says pulling back from the hug.
"Of course." I can tell Grace wants to cry, but she shakes it off. She approaches me for a hug, and I easily return it. "Thank you, Ana," she whispers. She pulls away too quickly for me to say anything. I noticed Carrick shaking hands with Christian and patting his son on the back.
He turns to greet me, "And it is lovely seeing you again." He kisses my cheek and gives my shoulder a squeeze.
"It is nice seeing you too Mr…. I mean Carrick." I still have difficulty not being too formal with Christian's parents. I want them to like and respect me.
As we walk through the entryway, I ask Carrick how his work is going. "Luckily slowing down. I know my wife would like to see me work less."
"Only if it means you reduce your stress level. You know you need to lower your blood pressure," Grace responds in a concern but loving tone. We are now sitting in the family room, with Christian sitting next to me on the sofa.
"I am," he responds to Grace looking right at her, only to whisper to me like he is telling me a secret, "it is a nice excuse to play more golf," he says in an amused tone and chuckles. I laugh at his playful manner, and glad to see him joke with me, be comfortable with me.
"Carrick," Grace chastises. She is too much in a happy mood to chastise him anymore. "Christian, Ana, what would you like to drink?" Christian asks for bourbon on the rocks. I'm not surprised he wants something strong. I ask for white wine. I continue my conversation with Carrick.
"I actually have a proposition for you." I discussed this with Christian already, but I think Carrick would be a good addition for AMC, doing some of the legal work every so often, or at least be an advisor for me. It is not I dislike the lawyers at Christian's company, but sometimes I think they are concerned more for Christian than me. Christian had no problem bringing on Carrick, especially since it would be worth more of his time then doing the stressful court case he does now since he is in the final year of being a prosecuting attorney of the King County.
"Oh? How can I help you Ana?" he asks in a surprised tone.
"Since you have experience working with local companies, I was thinking you could help me and my company by being an advisor. It wouldn't take much of your time, and I would make sure it was worth your while financially-"
"Please Ana, I'm not worried about the money. How may help?"
"Well,… AMC, I mean Annie's Movie Café is expanding faster than I can imagine, and as the company grows, I know complaints are likely to come and lawsuits are going to come out of nowhere. Also with increased threats to public places, afraid one of our theaters could face something similar. We have the best security, who will take action to protect our patrons. But, I want my security to be protected as well if people find ways to sue them for their protective actions.
"What I was inevitably hoping for…is for you…to be an advisor… to me. Personally assist me when legal issues come up. You would be compensated for your work. We can negotiate terms later, but I wanted to know if you were at least interested?"
"Absolutely. I would love to help. I feel like I have worked with scumbags so long, it will be nice to be a part of a young company, working with a smart woman."
"Thank you!" I immediately stand up to shake his hand, make it official. Carrick stands as well, returning my enthusiastic greeting, but what surprises me the most is when he hugs me. Grace and Christian look at each other smiling at our interactions.
"Oh, God! Please tell me I didn't lose my inheritance to Ana?!" Elliot groans, as he walks in with an arm around Kate and seeing Carrick and I actions.
Grace chastises him. "Elliot! Don't be silly." We all began to greet Kate and Elliot in hugs and kisses.
"I know I will be replaced by the great and lovely Ana banana any day now. I know she is your second favorite," he says to Grace.
"Elliot, stop with your jokes. I love you all equally, including Ana." I never heard Grace say she loves me, but I blush at her declaration. To my surprise, Christian looks a little angry or frustrated, but he hides it by sitting down on the couch and taking a sip of his drink. I sit next to him squeezing his thigh in reassurance. He smiles appreciatively and puts his arm around me. I snuggle into his side.
"So what is the hold-up? Why are we not eating?" Elliot asks as he and Kate sit on the other end of the sofa we are sitting at.
"You have been here for two minutes and already you are hungry." Grace chastises him again. "And as you may have noticed, your lovely sister is not here."
"Oh yeah, no wonder it was so quiet. Where is the lovely and spoiled Mia?" Elliot says in a joking tone. Kate pinches his arm, hard, and he winces in pain. "Ow!"
"Well, our lovely and not spoiled daughter is getting off work. She is on her way now," Grace responds.
"Where does she work? What does she do?" I ask.
"She works as a sous chef at a lovely restaurant she wants none of us to know where, so we cannot bother her," Carrick responds in a somewhat irritated tone.
"If she told us where she worked, Christian and I would be hassling her non-stop, with background checks, security guards, being overprotective dicks, I mean brothers…. It is probably for the best," Elliot responds as he and Kate take their drinks from Grace. He sounds like he is joking, but I'm sure is exactly how it would happen.
"I was hoping she would apply at the AMC in Seattle?" Christian says looking at me.
"Why, so you know where she is all the time?" I say as I smirk at him.
"No,…well…maybe." Elliot and Christian chuckles, while Grace shakes her head disapprovingly. "Actually, she is an amazing chef, but I do not think a fancy place is good for her. She needs to be nurtured, mentored, and the head chef at AMC would be great for her to work with, not some dick asshole who needs to prove his authority." This makes me think Christian knows where she is currently working.
"Who is the head, chef?" Grace asks.
"Ana," Kate responds with a big smirk on her face. I blush at his compliment, but maybe he is right. I organize all the menus for AMC, but it is the one in Seattle I test my food ideas and share them with customers. I work there a few days of the week, with my sous chefs in training taking over for the rest of the time. I hope to hire one of my sous chefs as a head chef, but none of them really take their AMC jobs too seriously. They see it as a stepping stone, not a career. Maybe I will talk to Mia about a job there.
"Well if that is the case, then we will have her apply this week. And don't take it easy on her because she is family," Carrick responds very seriously.
"Let me talk to Mia first before we push her into to doing anything," I say.
"Talk to me about what?" We all turn to Mia's voice at the entryway. She surprisingly looks exhausted and disheveled, with her hair in a messy bun and kind of gross clothes, with food all over her chef's jacket. Her family gets up to approach her, seeing she is so distraught.
"What happened?" Grace asks taking Mia into her arms.
"I had a bad day mom," she says somberly. "The head chef is so cruel sometimes, I can't stand it," she says in a much more heated and frustrated tone.
"Who is he?!" Christian responds determined to fix this for his sister. I guess he doesn't know, but he must see the aftermath of how his sister is being treated by the head chef. I would be pissed too.
"No way am I telling you. By the end of the night, he will probably be fired and you would own the place."
"And the problem with that would be?" Christian asks seriously.
"Christian." I say, "Let her figure it out." I squeeze his arm. He nods in agreement. "Actually I wanted to talk to you about possibly checking out my movie café in Seattle. Maybe you would like to check out our kitchen, help cook something up." I don't know what has come over me, but I guess I like working with the Greys. They are your family. Please, not now. I know I always dreamt of a family like this, but I can't get my hopes up since Christian and I are not official. I say no way in hell this family, including Christian, is going to let you go.
"I would love to," Mia responds surprised but appreciative of the invite. "I'm free tomorrow if you are available."
"We can meet at 12 pm at AMC Seattle to check it out. Maybe you might even want to interview to work there." And suddenly the giddy Mia appears, the one I have known for a while now.
"Eeeeeeeee! Thank you!Thank you! THANKYOU!" And everyone covers their ears or wince after the loud shriek.
"Mia calm down, she didn't offer you a job," Grace says, trying to calm down her youngest child
"I know, I know," she says to her mother. "I will see you tomorrow at 12 pm, sharp!" she tells me with a big smile. She hugs me, happy I made the offer.
"All right," Elliot smacks his hands together in excitement. "Let's eat!"
"Hold on, we are waiting for one person, possibly two," Grace says.
"Who?" Elliot impatiently groans in response.
"Elena and Andrew Lincoln." Christian and I both freeze.
