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"The best investment I ever made, was when I lost fifty million dollars and met the love of my life as a result of that."
‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️
‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️
‼️AS/CG/The Greys/The Steeles/José Rodriguez/Grace Grey‼️
💚Now, in case it wasn't clear, this will be a Christian POV story. and I know you will want Ana's PoV, but it will just be Christian.
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Chapter 17: Sunflowers & Topaz & Yellow Spot (5,6K)
So this chapter is all Yellow (look at the stars, look how they shine fooooooor you). Because yellow is warm, and the colour often linked to family
After dropping Grace at school, and talking to Miss Donovan, Christian told Taylor to drive him straight to work. On the way, he looked at his phone, hesitating about calling Ana to have a rant. How could she not tell him about this? But in all honesty, he was mostly annoyed at himself. It was obvious that Grace was gifted, but he had dismissed it quite easily.
But what kind of four years old wanted to hear about a failed French Revolution as their bedtime stories? Or assembled puzzles that even adults struggled with? Or asked questions about time difference, and understood the mechanics once explained? And even besides all of that, Grace picked up languages so easily and was so articulate. He didn't remember either of Elliott's kids to be so articulate at that age. And sure, he hadn't been around much, but even Elliott had confirmed it.
Grace did so many unusual things that Christian had qualified them as normal. But now that he was put in front of the facts, he realised that he had downplayed his daughter. And Ana was partly to blame. Every time he had pointed out that it seemed too advanced for Grace's age, Ana had claimed that it was just Grace being curious and Ana refusing to baby her.
Christian briefly found himself wondering if Ana had always spoken so eloquently to Grace. Even when she was a baby. He knew that people usually baby talked when they had infants, but he doubted Ana did so. In fact, he hated not knowing. He knew that if he asked Ana, she would shrug and tell him, but he hated that he had missed Grace's infancy, and Ana raising her. The first steps, the first words, the first scrapes and bruises, the first laughs. All of these little things that he missed, because he refused to let Ana talk, and he never opened a fucking letter.
He tried to picture himself doing the right thing, after a few weeks of reading that letter, after calling Thomas and telling him to handle the whole mess. He tried to picture himself going to London, and bringing the teddy bear that mattered so much to Ana. But deep down, he knew the truth. He never would have gone. And even if he did, it would have been in the selfish vain hope to get Ana back, not because he would have wanted to bond with Grace.
And worst, he knew that Ana was very well aware of that. She knew that the only thing that made him sit down and bond with Grace was her illness, the fact that fate had put a time-limit on the time they might spend together. Was this why she didn't tell him about Grace's capacity? Because she felt that he still wasn't involved enough in their daughter's life? Or was it something else?
As soon as he got to Grey Enterprise & Holdings' New York office, he got to his desk, Andrea short on his heels. Jamie was already there, but at this point, it didn't surprise him anymore. All week, Jamie had always been there before him.
Andrea gave them a rundown of the day's schedule, reminding Christian of a couple of important meetings he couldn't postpone, as well his upcoming trip to London on Monday. She also let him know that Mr Cho had called and asked to be called back in an hour or so.
Once she was done, Christian dismissed her, ready to tackle yet another day that looked like a long one. But at the last second, he stopped his PA, and told her, "Call Wilks's office and get me a lunch meeting with Miss Steele. Make it an hour lunch at ... 1 pm should be good."
Andrea hesitantly looked at him, as if waiting for something more, and when he didn't add anything, she asked, "What shall I say the purpose of the meeting is?"
"She'll know," Christian dismissed, already looking down on his papers. He had to get Jamie prepared for London, and it seemed like so little time for such a big contract.
Andrea left without adding another word, and when the door closed, Christian slid some paper in Jamie's direction, explaining how important it was for him to remember those names and numbers. He caught the odd way Jamie looked at him, but the dark-skinned man never said a word. Though he didn't have to.
After all, it was odd for Christian to request a meeting with Ana when they were living together.
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When lunchtime finally came, Christian met with Ana at the restaurant Andrea had found for them. He had told his PA to order for them in advance, so they wouldn't waste time on the menu. He also had Sawyer go and fetch her, even though he knew that she was probably going to find a way to complain about that. Ana liked to be many things; dependent on others was not one of them.
She smiled at him as she walked towards him, and he got up to pull out her chair like any gentleman would do, and kiss her cheek as she sat down. When he did the same in front of her, she playfully admonished him, "You can't do that, Christian. Not every boss is as lenient as Raymond to let me go on a 'lunch meeting' at the last second. You're just lucky you're his biggest fish."
"I just needed to talk to you, and I didn't want to do it over the phone," he explained, and Ana glanced around, taking in the secluded placement of their table.
She blushed slightly, which was a rare feat, and told him, "As much as I'd love to, I've never been an exhibitionist. That's not my thing, Christian. And you can't pull me out of work for a booty call."
He frowned, before understanding what she thought he meant. And how he wished he had thought of that solution earlier. It would have been perfect. He should have thought of that, instead of making this meeting about something they could talk about later on.
"No, that's not it. Though I wished I had thought of it. I want to talk about Grace and what Miss Donovan says about her."
The humour and good mood instantly disappeared from Ana's face, leaving place for Ana's intense and calculated poker face. She blinked twice, before looking down and shaking her head as she reiterated, "You can't pull me out of work to talk about personal things, Christian."
"And you can't not tell me our daughter is a genius," Christian countered in a barely contained whisper.
He watched her crack her knuckles, which he had learned over time meant he was testing her patience. Once again, she glanced around, and for a brief moment, Christian thought he could read her mind. She wanted to leave. He reached for her hand, to stop her from torturing her knuckles even more, and she snapped her head up, to bore her eyes into his. And for the first time, Christian felt small compared to her. Even though it was physically impossible, he felt ridiculously little compared to her.
"First of all, as I said, you can't pull me out of work to talk about personal things. You're the one who always said you don't want to mix business and pleasure. Well, don't mix it.
Second, are you really going to turn this on me? You don't know if Grace is a genius. You just have this one teacher who sees our daughter's curiousness as a sign of her being a genius, and you take her word as gospel. What do I know, right?"
"That's not what I meant," Christian immediately clarified. This wasn't supposed to turn into a fight, and he could see how it could easily do so. Ana felt that he was questioning her as a mother, and this was the last thing he ever had in mind. Which was why he chose his next words carefully,
"It's just that … I think we should let her take the test. Like that, we'll know for sure, and act accordingly."
Ana looked at Christian as if he was a simpleton, which he clearly didn't like. It was as if she was questioning his intelligence or his good sense.
"Because she's four," she said slowly as if she wanted to make sure this little reminder sunk in his brain. "It's a bit extreme to test a four-year-old. I won't put Grace through that unnecessary pressure. All her life she's going to be tested, and you want to start that at four?
Let's say the test shows that she is indeed gifted. Then what? What do you think happens to gifted children in those special schools? Do you think they are pampered and cared for? The teachers put pressure on them, so they always push themselves harder. And in the end, the kids do it naturally. By spirit of competition, perfectionism, stubbornness, they put pressure on themselves that no kid should feel. Especially at such a young age.
I refuse to put my child through it."
"Our child," he corrected her, without meaning to.
Ana's face softened, as she conceded, "Our child, yes. I didn't tell you because I knew you'd react this way. I'm not stupid, I know Grace is bright, and I know that it's more than just a mother seeing her child as the eighth wonder of this world. But we agreed together that she would get a tutor in the new year. Which means, in Seattle.
If she is indeed gifted, the tutor will pick it up, without the need of a test that will make her feel like she is being examined, or like she has to prove herself. She's already struggling to make friends, I don't want to add another burden on her."
"In that case why not take her out of school now, and get the tutor?"
The food arrived as Ana shook her head, and warily looked at him, as if she was anticipating his reaction, "Life isn't easy, Christian. She needs to learn it. Yes, I don't want to put pressure on her, but I also want her to learn on her own some life lessons."
"Not having friends is not a life lesson. She's miserable and bored. At least, if we get the tutor now, she won't feel either way anymore."
"Trying and failing is a life lesson. Not getting what you want when you want it is another. I'd love nothing more than to spare her this hardship, but life isn't sweet."
"That's ridiculous. A good parent is supposed to make sure their child is always happy," he snapped, and immediately regretted his words as soon as they were out.
Ana looked at him as if he had slapped her, and when he reached to take her hand in his and apologise, she yanked her hand away. She looked down on her plate, and he tried to make up for his unfortunate words,
"I didn't mean you, Ana. You're an amazing mother. I just … don't understand why you wouldn't want to remove obstacles from our daughter's life if you can?"
"Because life is not an easy smooth road, it has ups and downs. And I don't care about how you see me on that matter. I don't need your approval on how to raise our child. I know where I stand, and I know what Grace can and can't take. You can psychoanalyse it however you want, the bottom line is the same, Grace is too young to get any sort of test."
As she said those words, she got up and Christian understood that she was done with him. He stood up just as fast, not liking how this conversation ended. Not only did he not get what he wanted for Grace, but he had also upset Ana.
Ana smiled at him, not the sweet smile she had for him when she walked into the restaurant, but the small, sad and slightly condescending one she had when she walked back into his life. "I'll see you tonight."
Christian remained frozen for a couple of seconds before he regained control of his body. He left a couple of bills on the table before rushing after her, and he caught up with her as Sawyer held open for her the door of the car he had gotten for her.
He gave a look to Sawyer, and slid in the car on the other side, just so he could make sure that they would not part on such a sour note. Especially knowing he was going abroad for a whole week in just a couple of days.
"I really am sorry, Ana, for what I said. I never meant to imply you're not a fantastic mother."
"I know," she said simply, briefly glancing at Sawyer and Christian immediately regretted being in this car. At least in his car, there was a partition that could be rolled up.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I know."
"It doesn't feel like you do. Or you would have stayed for the rest of the meal," he pointed out, and she shrugged, mumbling that she wasn't hungry, to begin with.
He lifted her chin and leaned to kiss her lips, caring very little about Sawyer in the driver's seat. She didn't recoil, but like every time he had been affectionate with her in public, she seemed uncomfortable.
"How about … to make it up to you, I take you and Grace to London and Macau with me next week?"
This seemed to snap her out of her morose mood. She chuckled and rolled her eyes as she told him, "First of all, Grace has school, in case you dropping her off this morning made you forget. Second, I have work, in case you calling my place of work to arrange this lunch made you forget."
"Didn't we agree that Grace was bored at school? I think travelling will teach her what some people call street smarts," he countered, mostly because he knew these were the exact words Ana needed to hear.
And even though she snorted at him, he saw in her eyes that she wasn't completely opposed to the idea of Grace discovering other places. "The only street smart you will teach her is how to get yet another cat." She rolled her eyes. "It would be great for her, but … I don't think you can juggle Grace and work for a whole week on your own."
"If I recall, I did mention taking you as well," he reminded her.
"And if I recall, I did mention that I had a job. I can't leave at the last minute."
"Raymond is coming with me. Some things he needs to go over in London, and I don't want to bother with the time difference. And he snuck himself in on my Macau trip. Anything to get drunk on my account." Ana laughed with him. "But he mentioned taking someone …"
"Christian … I can't just —"
"I just want to travel with you, and Grace. And … I've wanted to show you Macau for so long … I … please, just come."
She was still hesitating, and so he added the one thing that he knew would stop making her see things so rationally: "Jamie is also coming. That will give you two time to … reconnect."
She grimaced. "You're not being fair."
"No. I just know what I want. And since you happen to be what I want, I'll play any card in my possession to get you where I want … by my side."
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When Christian woke up on Saturday morning, the bed next to him was empty, which did not surprise him. In fact, he doubted he would ever find Ana in bed next to him during weekends. She was an early bird, and he was a night owl, which he always found funny. Sometimes they would talk, and Ana would fall asleep literally in the middle of a word. But still, he was not good enough to sacrifice his sleep on weekends. He had always liked sleeping in, and he felt entitled to his lazy mornings after all the nights he had sacrificed when he was building himself up.
For a moment or two, he stayed in bed and stretched, doing his best to get rid of his morning boner. The rare time he was not inconvenienced in the morning, was when he had drunk the night before, or taken a pill to sleep. But it wasn't the case on this day, and his brain had decided to replay the memory of the first time he had touched himself thinking of Ana.
Christian woke up abruptly, not sure as to why. He glanced around the room but found nothing unusual. No monster lurking from beneath the bed, no burglar ready to rob him off, no ghost to reap his soul away. Just the beautiful brunette soundly sleeping by his side.
She mumbled something in her sleep, but he knew it wasn't what had woken him up. He was used to her incoherent nonsense. Though he couldn't understand for the life of him why broccolis and turtles were such recurrent words in her sleep talk.
Softly, he brushed a loose strand of her hair away from her face, the one that had escaped the braid she made to sleep. He let his fingers travel on her skin, tracing an invisible line as his eyes lingered on her face.
He had always thought that Ana was beautiful, breathtaking even when she batted her lashes a certain way. And more than once, he wished he had made a move on her before getting to know her. He wished he had made her see the stars, and gotten to know her body first hand.
With a heavy sigh, he rolled on his back, regretting that he let his thoughts go this way. Ever since Vegas, it had been more and more difficult to get rid of an unwanted erection. And even more difficult to not just jerk it away. He tried to think of something less appealing than Ana and her marvellous toned body, but of course, it was at that moment that Ana decided to move, moaning a little as she did so.
Silently, Christian got up, his hands in fists. What he wouldn't do to wake her up and have his way with her. What he wouldn't do to kiss his way down, and make sure she'd wake up with an orgasm. What he wouldn't do to just take her, here and now.
He locked himself in the bathroom, looking down at the tent pitched in his trousers. How long had it been since he masturbated? Years … But right now, it was all he could think about. So he took his member in his hand, and closed his eyes, thinking of how this could play out.
Since he was masturbating, he decided to be selfish in his fantasy. He imagined Ana waking up to use the bathroom, and finding him standing there, cock in hand, hard with desire. She would bite her lip and sensually walk to him, before kneeling and deepthroating him. He was large and long, but in his mind, she could take him, though of course, she would choke a little once in a while. Because he was that big.
Then, he would turn her, and bend her over the sink, ripping her silky nightgown without a care in the world. She would already be ready, and he would slap her delectable ass, just to test how firm it was. She would moan, silently begging for more, and he would take her in one hard thrust, making her scream of pleasure.
He would go in and out of her wet folds, pinging her clit to stimulate her even more and she wouldn't be able to do anything but scream out his name. Again, again, again. He was the best thing she ever had, the best fuck she could ever hope for, and all she wanted was to tear the contract up and for them to fuck seven ways into the week.
He sped up, imagining meeting Ana's eyes in the mirror as he pounded into her, her voice hoarse due to his intensity, as he would get lost inside of her telling her that he loved her.
Christian came back to the present moment, glaring at his still hard cock, and he took a quick cold shower since he couldn't think of anything else that would calm him down. He blamed their lack of sexual interaction. It had been weeks since Ana and he had sex, but between their schedules, and having Grace home, they couldn't ding a moment to be intimate.
Once he was fresh, Christian decided to check the kitchen, and he unsurprisingly found Ana there, making breakfast, even though he kept telling her to let the maid do it. She was rapping alongside Coolio to Gangsta's Paradise. He leaned against the wall, watching as Ana braided the brioche and sang every lyric with perfection.
In the past, he had noticed that Ana loved singing whilst cooking or cleaning, but no matter how many times he caught her rapping, it always surprised him. She just didn't look like a rap kind of girl, and yet, she happily cited along with the rapper in question.
When the song ended, another one automatically started, making Ana sway her ass in a sensual way as she put the brioche in the oven. Christian didn't even try to think twice and positioned himself behind her as Shaggy explained how he was fantastic since he was Mr Bombastic.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck as he swayed at the rhythm of the song and she sang with Shaggy, giggling when he would hold her closer, and nibble her earlobe. He closed his eyes, appreciating the moment as it came and inhaling deeply her coconut smell as her ass ground against his front.
Surely, this was not the best thing after all his hard work of the morning, but … he was not going to pass up the opportunity. In the middle of the song, he turned her so they would be front to front, and she immediately locked her arms behind his neck, his hips still sensually swaying.
When the song ended, he kissed her, closing any gap between them and she happily returned his kiss, though she was the one to break it when Ricky Martin started singing about Living La Vida Loca. She beamed at Christian and started dancing to the upbeat rhythm of the song. But this time, Christian joined in the singing, making her twirl several times throughout their improvised salsa.
He only noticed Grace watching them when Ana broke from his embrace to bring the little girl in their dancing. Grace smiled brightly, though her eyes had been sparkling with wonder just before when her parents were still dancing together.
It seemed that Ana and Grace were used to this sort of impromptu dancing and singing session because Grace squealed when she heard the first notes of the next song. Ana hoisted her up so Grace could stand on a stool, though Ana was holding her up, and Christian simply smiled as he retreated and watched the two girls sing the feminist anthem of Cyndi Lauper.
Grace seemed to know the song just as well as Ana, and she hugged her mother at the end of the song, under Christian's amused eyes. Another song started, but Ana shut down the music, and kissed her daughter's cheek, letting her know, "Breakfast is going to be ready soon, go wash your hands, honey."
Grace rushed away, only slowing down when her mother reminded her to not run in the apartment. Christian rolled his eyes at this. It wasn't the first time Ana was reprimanding Grace about running indoors, but he felt it was unnecessary since he knew that the penthouse was well insulated.
As soon as he knew that Grace was out of ear range, he moved to kiss Ana's neck, and he whispered in her ear, "You know what, I'd rather be one of those couples who plan their sex life, than one of those who doesn't have one. So, I guess we'll have to arrange something when we get back. Because I'm just seconds away from locking Grace in her room and tiring you out until you can't stand."
Ana grinned wickedly, lust gleaming in her eyes as she squeezed his butt. She moved away from him and lightly retorted, "I'll ask Jose. But just so you know, in the animal kingdom, most of the time, it's the female that tires the man, not the other way around."
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The same afternoon, Carrick called to speak with his granddaughter who bragged about going back to London with her daddy the following week. She was over the moon about going back to England, and she was telling everyone the news at least twice, to make sure they didn't forget.
Ana explained to her that they would only stay a couple of days and that they wouldn't get to visit, but Grace didn't seem to care. As long as she would be in that rainy country, it seemed enough for her. Which made Christian ponder, as he worked in his office.
He had never seen Grace so excited about something. And, though he couldn't know for sure, he felt that Grace enjoyed England more than the US. He couldn't blame her, she had been sick for most of her time in the US. But he wondered if maybe, subconsciously, the girls weren't missing their time when they were together, without him. After all, even Ana seemed giddy at the idea of going back to the country of crumpets.
He never really liked England, and even less, crumpets. People were just … not forward enough in his mind. But when he had told that to Ana, she had rolled her eyes and reminded him that no one would ever be forward to him, when he could easily end their career in a snap of his fingers.
But more than people, he didn't like the country. Though he often travelled there for business reasons, he never saw a single day of sun. And they were obsessed with their cups of tea. And their queen. And most importantly, everything was cramped. He liked having his space. He knew that this was an issue of the Old Continent because the roads had been built upon the ones that have been there for centuries but … he liked the good old US better.
He was torn out of his thoughts by Grace walking in his office, showing him her mother's phone as she told him, "Pops wants to speak with you. I said I will bring him a Paddington bear because he said he had one when he was little like me."
Christian smiled at his daughter, promising her that they would buy the bear in question and she beamed, leaving Christian to speak with his father. Christian put the phone on speaker, so he could still work at the same time, especially since he was sure he was in for a lecture since he never called.
"So, I don't know if you know, but Grace is going to London on Monday," Carrick teased, and this made Christian chuckle. Now he was sure that his father had probably heard more than twice about the upcoming trip.
"Yeah. And I heard you're asking my kid to smuggle toys for you. Grandparents are supposed to be a good influence, you know."
"I'm the best influence there is. She loves me. And she listens to me."
"About what?" Christian asked, curious. He could almost picture his father mischievously smiling as he said, "Secrets."
Christian rolled his eyes., mumbling beneath his breath, "Well, if you could get Ana to listen, that'd be great."
He wished that Carrick hadn't been able to distinguish what he mumbled about, but it wasn't his lucky day. "Everything okay, son?"
Christian hesitated. He didn't want to make a bigger deal of the whole genius ordeal. They had come to a compromise of the tutor for the new year, but Christian was feeling that it was wasting Grace's potential for the next month and a half. Maybe if his parents approached Ana with the experience they had as parents, she would be more open to reopening the conversation.
"Grace's teacher thinks she's a genius," he said, keeping his eyes on the door in case Ana came in. "And Ana refuses to test Grace to check if it's the case. According to her, she's too young, and she's just a bit more curious than the average kid."
There was a small pause before Carrick said, "I think you're both right."
"We can't be both right. Either she's gifted, or she's not. And I'm telling you, she is. Ana is just … overprotective."
"I don't think that has anything to do with it. We were talking about it with your Mom last week and … yes, little Grace does seem brighter than the average kid. Much brighter. I explained chess to her over FaceTime and she got it the first run around. It took you years to understand the game," Carrick teased, though this was news to Christian.
He knew that his parents called at least twice a week to speak with their granddaughter, but he never thought they ended up talking about chess … How could Ana not see that this was not usual?
"But in the meantime," Carrick continued, "Ana is right. She never babied Grace, and your mother is sure that this helped a lot in developing Grace's intellect. But most importantly, she is too young to get under the pressure that is put on gifted children."
Christian ticked at that, he was under constant pressure, and he never felt better than under pressure. Ana was all about teaching life lessons, this was one of the best. One worked better under pressure.
"Pressure is what makes diamonds, isn't it?" He reasoned, doing his best to hide his annoyed tone. He had been hoping to get his parents to side with him and reason with Ana, not the other way around.
"Well … that's the answer of a grown adult used to pressure. But if I have to put it otherwise, I will. We, as humans, usually develop social skills at Grace's age. When we don't, we end up being a sociopath, antisocial, or a serial killer."
"I didn't have many friends growing up. It didn't turn me into a serial killer."
There was a small pause that Christian didn't really like as if his father was implying that one of the other two options could be applied to him.
"You had your brother, and it does matter. And … you're not the most sociable person out there.."
Christian clenched his teeth, ignoring the lecture he knew was bound to come about how he ought to spend more time with his family and friends. He cleared his throat and redirected the conversation to the primary topic.
"Anyway, I just think that when there is potential like that, it should be nourished, not smothered."
"And I think Ana nourishes it in her own way. She taught Grace how to read, to count, to write, she answers all her questions - she actually encourages her to ask questions. I just think she is right to wait for a more opportune time to test Grace's abilities. Four is too young."
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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚
💚 I know that to some impatient souls, this feels like a filler, but there are many issues lightly touched upon that will amplify over time. I can't bring things out of nowhere, and there are 4-5 things that will actually matter immensely in the future that are planted in this chapter …
💚 So, about the condom situation … I am 100% with Ana. It's a topic that will come back, but as she said, her body, her hormones, her choice. She already said in her last chapter previous story that the pill made her physically ill, in addition to mood swings. It affects her, she gets to choose. The best contraception is abstinence, the second-best is condoms. Yes, there is the risk of breaking, and slipping off, but there can be failure with the pill, too. I have to admit that I don't necessarily understand how asking to keep on condoms shows that she doesn't trust Christian. She gave her point-of-view and a solution to Christian. Two actually. She told him he could get on contraception, or he could get a vasectomy. He's the one who doesn't want kids, so why again is she the one who has to take the pill? As I said the last chapter, I have strong opinions on that matter, hence the long explanation, but in my book, the person who will be chemically imbalanced and will suffer the consequences will always have the last word.
💚Now question time,
1. Okay, so as I said many times before, Christian can do no wrong to so many of you, I'm not even surprised anymore, haha.
2. Now, this chapter was much longer, but I decided to cut the trip for another chapter. But do you think Ana is right to travel with Christian?
3. And who do you side with on the Grace is a genius thing? Ana or Christian (can do no wrong XD)
4. In fact, I am curious about your feelings on the way Christian pulled Ana away from work?
5. And how do you feel about Carrick? I quite like him, personally, haha
6. As per usual, what was your favourite part? Mine was the dancing
7. And what do you think will happen next?
💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).
Love, Mina 💚💚💚