CHAPTER 18

Christian Pov

What the hell is going on? Who the fuck is that guy trying to kidnap Anastasia by pulling her backwards through the crowd? I stand with my arms around her protecting her. Nobody is getting near her. I am looking through the crowd for any more threats and I see the SUV at a distance. I tell Reynolds and Sawyer. We start moving in that direction being careful of her arm.

We finally made it to the SUV and I picked up Anastasia and sat her inside on the seat. We drove to Bellevue, to my parents house. No word yet on the fire. I picked up Anastasia, still wrapped in the throw, and carried her into the house. She said, "Christian, my feet still work." I smile at her.

My parents aren't home so it's only Gretchen. She's all a flutter making eyes and a fuss over me, and she can see I'm carrying Anastasia and she's blocking me from getting up the stairs. I said, "Gretchen, please leave me alone and get out of my way." She gets a frown on her face and steps out of the hallway. I take us to my old room and I sit down on the bed holding her in my lap. If anything would have happened to her…

I bury my face in her neck smelling her sweet scent. She is stroking my scalp again. It calms me. I hear my mother call out from downstairs. The bedroom door was open. I called out to her, "Up here mom!" Mom comes into the room.

She said, "Christian, what on earth happened?"

I said, "An apartment below us caught fire and we had to evacuate the penthouse. Someone tried to snatch and kidnap Anastasia in the crowd. He tore her clothes and ripped out her hair. Can you look her over?"

Mom said, "Of course, sweetheart. Let me see her." I sat Anastasia to the side of me on the bed and I got up. My mom sat down and started examining her.

My mother said, "Well, you have some scratches on your back and your head is tender in a patch. How does your arm feel after being in a crowd?"

Anastasia said, "It hurts and I have no medication until we go home. They gave me anti inflammatory and hydrocodone for pain."

She asked when are you due to take another dose. Anastasia said, "Four o'clock, every 6 hours for the pain and every 12 hours for the inflammation."

Mom said, "Well it's three fifteen. I can put in a couple prescriptions for twenty four hour doses of each to be safe." Mom patted her on the hand and got up to go call in prescriptions. I'll have Reynolds go pick it up. I sat down and looked at her back where the fingernail scratches are.

I said, "If he would have got you, when you're vulnerable and your arm is broken… I'd have killed the son of a bitch! I would have lost my mind trying to get to you." I push her hair away from her face. "I want to try and make love to you when you're feeling better. I love you so much." I'm brushing my thumb across her lips. I hear my mother gasping at the doorway.

Mom gets herself under control, with tears in her eyes and says, "I called in your prescriptions. Would you like some tea, Anastasia?"

Anastasia said, "Yes please. Thank you."

Mom said, "You're welcome, dear."

Two hours later, the building manager called and said the fire never reached my penthouse. I sent a cleaning crew in to look for smoke damage on the entire level including the employees quarters. Taylor is taking care of it.

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I wake up in the morning with Anastasia in my arms. She slept well through the night. I'm behind her spooning her. I move my hands down her hips to her thighs. I pull her leg gently over mine and spread her thighs open, I stick two fingers in my mouth and wet them. I slipped them inside her panties, spread her lips and slid across her clit in slow circles. She sighs, waking up and makes a little keening noise. I slip down inside her with my two fingers, gently sliding in and out of her. She's so very tight. Wow, she is moaning and it's so sexy and very sensual. She says, "Christian, what are you doing to me?" I come back out and circle her clit again. Her hips are flexing. I slid inside deeper and started rubbing her g spot. She moaned louder.

Ana Pov

What is he doing to me? Oh, my body wants more, I move my hips against his hand. He is inside of me and I'm so wet. I'm building up a sensation. I… I… haven't felt like this before. I know about masterbation, but I have never tried it before. I say, "Christian, I've never done this…."

He whispered in my ear, "It's ok, baby, I got you. You're safe, I'm here. Relax, let it happen. Your body loves it, baby doesn't it? Cum for me, pretty baby. Let me feel you come on my fingers." I'm in a frenzy inside, like running off a cliff. He was so sexy talking to me. My hips are moving against his fingers. He keeps sliding over a spot inside of me. I'm at the cliff's edge. I… don't know what to do.

Suddenly he pinches my clit and it hits me like seeing stars shooting through me. My muscles are so tight inside. It's like a rubber band snapping on the inside. I moan louder. I start bucking and pulsing against his hand. "Christian! Oh my God….. Uh…Uh… yesss…" My back arches and I'm trembling. He keeps touching me, I'm so very wet down there. I start to relax and go boneless. He slides his hand out of my panties and sticks them in his mouth. I'm panting trying to catch my breath. I never felt anything like it before.

He groans, "You taste like honey, baby." He moves, being careful of my arm and lays his lower body on top of me grinding his cock against me. He leans in and kisses me. I taste myself for the first time on his lips. I'm still panting. He says, "You look so fucking beautiful cumming in my arms. I adore your little noises you make. Next time I want to taste you as you cum for me on my tongue." I blush. He kisses me and gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom. After a minute, I hear him grunting and he says, "Oh… Oh, yes, baby…!" Then it is silent. I hear him peeing and then the toilet flushes. He washes his hands, brushes his teeth, and opens the door. He is smiling at me.

His body is so beautiful even in his boxers you can see his vee muscles chiseled down his hips. He is sculpted like a Greek statue. Every muscle is a work of art. He walks over to the edge of the bed and kneels down in front of me. How on earth did I find such a gorgeous man? He asks concerned, but softly, "How do you feel, baby? Did you like what I did to you? I didn't scare you, did I?"

I say laying on my side, "No I'm ok. I feel relaxed, very relaxed. I love what you did to me. It was like you were playing a musical instrument. You made my body sing for the first time." I reached out and caressed his handsome face. He leans into my hand. He took my cupped hand and kissed my palm. I sat up and ran my fingers through his hair. I love how he closes his eyes like he is feeling something new, everytime. I lean in and lightly kiss his lips and say, "Toothbrush." He starts chuckling. I stand up and go to the bathroom, pee, wash my hands and use his toothbrush.

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After we got dressed, we went down for breakfast holding hands. Grace, Carrick and Mia were already seated eating. He pulled out my chair like a gentleman and I sat down. Pancakes, buttered toast, fresh strawberries, scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon on serving plates. Everyone said good morning. I smiled and said it back. Christian said, "What would you like, baby? I'll make you a plate." I told him and we tucked in to eat.

Carrick asked, "Have you heard anything about who tried to abduct Ana, yesterday?"

He said, "Not yet dad, I was going to call the SPD after breakfast. Taylor left me a text last night that there was no smoke damage. He said someone broke into the apartment and threw a lit cigarette and used a rag soaked in kerosene into a hamper of clothes. It was the apartment below us. It was deliberate arson. The firemen got to it in time for it not to get beyond the apartment. The electric wiring has to be replaced, but the apartment has to be gutted. It's really too bad, the owners are on vacation in France. They are flying back to see what they can salvage."

Carrik said, "If you need me let me know. Elena keeps calling trying to get us to help her pay for a lawyer. Your mother and I hang up and don't accept the calls from her."

Grace said remorsefully, "I'm so sorry I didn't see what she was doing and now find out she has been praying on children. Christian…. "

Christian said, "No, mother, not now. Please." His mother nodded with a tear in her eyes.

Mia said, "Christian, is Ana your girlfriend now? You said she was just your friend before, but you seem much closer sleeping in the same room together."

Christian chuckles, looks over at me in a hint of hesitation and says, "Anastasia Steele, will you be my one and only girlfriend?" He is so adorable, but I see a touch of fear in his eyes.

I reached out my hand and rubbed my hand through his hair and he closed his eyes. I said, "How on earth could I ever say no to that? Of course, my sweet Christian." He smiled like the sun and held my face with both his hands and kissed me deeply and passionately. We pulled apart and smiled in each other's eyes. I said, "I love you, Christian."

He said, "I love you too, Anastasia." I kissed my lips. We turned back to eating and Grace was sniffling, Mia and Carrick were grinning.

Grace said, "It's all I ever prayed for." She turned to Carrick and he held her in his arms.

Carrick said, "She's such a loving emotional creature." He kissed her head, patting her back.

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Christian called the SPD, they were holding the guy for 24 hours under suspicion of kidnapping. That changed when they located his paneled van with a mattress, duct tape, rope, a bottle of chloroform and GHB. His name is John Dunston.

We looked him up on the list of Elena's bribery victims. Sure enough, there he was, the bitch sent him to get rid of me. Like that would save her ass, not now. I told Christian that I bet she set this up before she found out she went broke. They got a confession out of him, once they informed him Elena Lincoln is broke and has a public defender. He was charged for the attempted kidnapping of me and conspiring with Elena Lincoln, which adds to her list of charges. He adamantly said he didn't set any fire, because he was just waiting and watching for me to get in my white R8. He said when the fire and chaos ensued he just took the opportunity to capture me as I came out of the stairwell.

Who the hell deliberately set the fire? Someone wanted the entire building evacuated. It would be the only thing that would get Christian out of his penthouse. Hummm… very odd.

Christian Pov

Who was trying to get me out of the penthouse and for what purpose? I swear I thought it was the Dunston guy. There may be another wildcard out there, with Jack Hyde and Kavanaugh's daughter,that we've not been counting on. Taylor said security has been doubled and the threat is high alert. All codes have been changed again and access to Grey House is appointment only and the elevator to my penthouse is with permission only.

I look over and see my kitten napping again. I love watching her sleep. She tucks into a ball, just like a little kitten. I got her back in the penthouse and there was only a faint smell of smoke. She started working on her computer and then I gave her her pain pill and she went out like a light. Therapy starts on Tuesdays and Thursdays, tomorrow's Sunday. We are going back to my parents tomorrow for family brunch. Elliot will be there.

Thursday will be eventful. We will find out about Jose and Elena. They both have their hearings, and I'm glad they are moving on this. Elena's is in the morning at 10:30am and Jose's is about 3pm, both with different judges assigned. Ana looked up the name of Elena's judge and it's not one of the four in her files, so that's good.

I lay down with my girl and take a nap with her. She fits so perfectly against my body. I'm just about asleep and Taylor comes in shaking me so as not to wake up Anastasia. I look up at him and he gives me the "Come with me " finger. I got up quietly and followed him to my office.

I sit at my desk and Taylor says, "Sir, Kavanaugh Media just published a story on how you and Anastasia Steele are having an affair. They are also implying that Anastasia Steele is using you for your money and is sleeping with you for a job. The article states that Anastasia Steele, prostituted herself to get through college while working a part time job to cover her low morals, according to a college friends." That fucking did it! How dare Kate Kavanaugh and her father defame her character. His daughter is the biggest whore of them all. Anastasia told me she couldn't leave her bedroom without locking it up because of his slutty daughter.

I said, "Eamon Kavanaugh, needs to back the fuck off. We do have photos of him if he doesn't."

Taylor said, "That might work, Barney could send the picture through an untraceable email."

I said, "Have him say that if he doesn't put a retraction on his article on Anastasia and myself, the picture and more goes with it to the Seattle Nooz. If he did this for Elena Lincoln, he's a goddamn fool because she doesn't have his photos for insurance anymore. Morally, if he did this for his spoiled daughter, we know about him paying off school officials to pass his daughter because she would rather lay on her back with everything with a pulse within a 200 Mile radius. He has no reason to hurt an honest and innocent girl, is not the way to do it for whomever it was for. His daughter laughed when she told her that she almost died from Jose Rodriguez overdosing her and trying to rape her after spending five days in the hospital. He needs to stay the fuck out of the BDSM clubs and get his daughter under control." Anastasia pads into the office right then. She sleepily walked to me and climbed in my lap. She yawns in a little squeak. God, she's adorable.

She laid her head on my shoulder and said, "Tell him his wife's boyfriend, James Muller, who is his partner, is also embezzling from Kavanaugh Media through fake vendor payments. He's creating fake vendor invoices and changing the accounting system entries to hide his tracks. A free tip off to him from Anastasia Steele, the honest person he's hurting." I grinned at her. She doesn't miss a thing. I look at Taylor and he is smiling at her.

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