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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 24: Lazurite & Paddy (6,0K)
So, this title. Lazurite is a blue stone that was rather common in medieval western Asia. It is also said to treat infections … Paddy is an Irish whiskey.
"You know, I'm starting to think that you really are a perv," Ana said playfully, a bit out of breath, and Christian laughed, bending down to kiss the skin over her spine.
They had just shared a very intense and passionate intimate moment by the window bay of the Burj Khalifa. It didn't start as Christian thought it would, they had just landed, and they went to their room to freshen up. But as soon as the door was closed, Ana jumped in his arms, and so Christian led her to the window, so they could both admire the stars as they reached them.
"Am I now?" He teased, his hands endlessly caressing her soft skin. She nodded, still out of breath, her hands on the glass.
"It's the second time you are fucking me overlooking a great view. I think you have a kink."
"I told you, babe, I like a beautiful view," He explained lightly, gently retrieving himself, taking the condom with him. She stood straighter and giggled when she saw him staring at her marvellous ass, slightly pink due to their lovemaking.
"Oh? So, my ass is a beautiful view, now?"
"It's the second wonder of the world."
She rolled her eyes, her eyes going back to the city and its thousand and one lights. "Let me guess, the first wonder is your cock."
He chuckled, taking her in his arms and flipping her so he could tackle her against the window. She slightly shivered due to the coolness of it, and he shook his head. "No." He slowly started kissing her jaw, gently contouring her whole face with his kisses, her forehead, her nose, her chin, her ears, but never touching her lips.
She smiled under his ministrations, and he rested his forehead against hers, tracing her red plump lips with his thumb as he pointed out to her, "This is the first wonder in the world."
He never understood why some referred to swooning as melting, but at this right moment, it had never been clearer to him. It was in her eyes, in her smile, in her facial expressions, in the way she seemed to lose her balance for the fraction of a second. Ana just melted. And he loved it.
He grinned smugly and gave her a loving kiss to prove his point. When he broke it, she told him, "You know, for an oblivious man, you can be so sweet sometimes."
"Oh, I'm oblivious, now?"
She giggled again and pecked his lips before turning her back on him to look at the view again. Christian stood behind her, putting her hair to the side and gently touching her skin with feather-like kisses, a soft, satisfied smile on his face.
He loved that Ana had been so passionate and vocal in their lovemaking since they couldn't completely let go back home. Ever since Christmas, he had stopped initiating anything that could be seen as a sexual advance, letting Ana always take the lead, despite her telling him over and over that she wouldn't mind a bit more spontaneity from him.
He knew what she meant, but he was still haunted about that Christmas night. No matter what she said, he still felt that he should have stopped before she did or said anything. After all, he was supposed to know her better than anyone else, and this was the proof that he didn't.
His eyes fell on the condom on the floor, and he saw a little bit of blood on it, making him frown as he inquired with worry, "Did I hurt you?"
She looked down, catching sight of the incriminating condom, and she promised, "No. It was just my last day yesterday. Or so I thought."
He breathed in deeply, holding her close against him, his nose lost in her neck, appreciating this simple moment he had with her. Nothing else mattered at that moment. Not work, not Grace, not Jamie. Just Ana being in his arms, and he wished he could capture this moment and make it stretch indefinitely.
"You know, you're lucky I don't have vertigo. That's pretty fucking high."
"Half a mile," he said with a smug smile. On top of the world.
"Well, that solves my problem. I wasn't sure about running tomorrow morning, but now, I just have to do the stairs twice over, and I'll be good," She chimed, happy at the idea of waking up early to exercise.
Christian repressed a groan and pressed his body against hers, making her feel his nakedness as he kissed her neck, his hand going to her breasts. "Or you could stay in bed with me, and I'll show you another kind of cardio."
"Haha. I can do my stairs, come back, have a shower, order us breakfast and I would still have time to wake you up and … do some cardio."
Christian hummed, still kissing her neck and still curious about how Ana could wake up so early and have so much energy throughout the day. She leaned against him, tilting her head up to give him better access all the while looking at the stars.
"Are you sure you're not a perv with a secret kink of getting off at the idea of someone seeing us? I mean…I've never met someone so obsessed with fucking me against windows. When is washday?"
"I'm not that kind of perv," He growled, not amused. "No one will ever get to see you naked, babe. Not on my watch."
"Well … Dr Meyer did," She said lightly, with a teasing tone, and Christian immediately tensed, his jaw locked as he stopped kissing her soft skin.
Of course, out of all the gynaecologists in Seattle, she had to go with a man. He had tried to dissuade her, asking Andrea to send him a list of female OBGYNs, but Ana stuck to her decision, saying that if she had to trust someone other than herself to get the best doctor in town, it would be his father. And of course, Carrick had to recommend Meyer with whom he went to med school and had a business.
"You know, it could have been worse. I could have gone with the best doctor, your dad. I mean, he already knows everything about our sex life, so how much more awkward can it get?"
"You're never going to let that go, are you?"
"Nope. It's your fault, you started blabbering about our sex life to your father. I mean, Elliott would have been fine. Do you have any idea how awkward that was? You could fuck me into oblivion, I would still be mad at you for that."
She squeezed his arms, to reassure him that she was joking. In all honesty, Christian was pretty sure that his father was still mad at him. Even though Ana had told him her true feelings regarding the situation, Carrick still ground his teeth against Christian. Probably because he had seen an ugly facet of his son that he did not like. And Christian liked it even less.
With a sigh, Christian followed Ana's gaze to the stars, and he answered her question about his "obsession" with windows. "I've always wanted to fuck you on top of the world. Sure, this isn't Mt Everest, but I can't make love to you on top of a mountain without having my dick fall off. So, Burj Khalifa, it is."
"Any other fantasies, Mr I-Fuck-With-A-View?" She teased with a smile. This was the playful Ana from when they had met, the Ana he missed the most. She was carefree, flirty, and quick to joke around. He loved the new Ana he lived with, but sometimes, he felt that she was too tamed, too … mother-like. This Ana didn't try to be a perfect example for her daughter, she didn't try to be the perfect homemaker, she just enjoyed the present with him.
"Well…Grace will definitely need to go to my folks more often. Because I did picture you in several places in my apartment. You know, the kitchen, the bathroom, the piano, the library, my office … And my actual office in Seattle. And my jet. And Macau … and I definitely need to take you back to Vegas and finish what we started there …"
She chuckled. "That's quite a list. Anything else? Beside locations?"
"That's just the short-term list, babe. But what about you? Any fantasy I can fulfil?" He asked, nipping on the skin of her neck, his hands leaving her breasts and slowly finding their way between her legs.
"I'm good," She quipped, and he chuckled when she repressed a moan, biting her lower lip and leaning against him. He felt himself grow for her and he played with the lobe of her ear as he insisted,
"Everyone has fantasies. If you don't tell me, I'm going to have to convince you one way or another."
His fingers were in her core, playing with her and ripping a small "oh" of surprise from her as he felt her get wetter. "Tell me babe, and I'll make you come."
This seemed to spur her on because she pushed them off the window so she could turn to look at him, a playful wicked gleam shining in her eyes. Before he could ask or say anything, she was on her knees, engulfing him in her mouth, and he was cursing aloud, his hands on the window for support.
He absolutely loved her mouth, especially when she swallowed him whole, playing with his balls as her tongue was doing sinful things to his cock, the rest of her mouth salivating and choking around him. She batted her lashes at him, making him buck his hips in her mouth, and when she grabbed his ass, he knew he was a goner.
He tried to stop it, to retrieve, but she redoubled efforts, and so, when he was about to explode, he warned her. "Babe…I…"
She let him out with a pop, and he jerked himself, finishing on her breast as she smiled victoriously at him. He was still trying to catch his breath when she kissed her way back up and tiptoed to whisper in his ear, "What was that about convincing me?"
With a giggle, she swatted his ass and went to the bathroom whilst Christian tried to find a normal cardiac rhythm again. Yes, he had definitely missed playful and giddy Ana. Once he was back breathing normally, he picked up the condom on the floor and joined Ana in the bathroom, throwing the rubber in the bin.
But as soon as he tried to get in the shower with her, he recoiled, "Fuck!"
"Oops, sorry. I didn't notice you there," She apologised with a smile, adding some hot water.
He shivered and welcomed the warm water and the warm feelings as Ana wrapped her hands around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Christian. This is the best present you've ever gotten me."
He smiled like a kid and pecked her lips. They both got cleaned, but when Ana reached for the shampoo to take care of her hair, he stopped her and squirted some liquid in his hand to take care of that for her.
She turned around, trusting him completely, though she pointed out, "You have an unhealthy obsession with my hair."
"I do," He admitted. He actually never felt that way before. He had never cared about women's hair, and what his past girlfriends did with theirs. But there was something about Ana and the way that she naturally always had her hair up that made him feel special to see her like that.
So, he kissed her shoulder, and confessed, "I like thinking that this is our secret. That I'm one of the rare few who gets to see you with your hair down."
He then started kissing his way down, kneeling and turning her so she would be in front of him, and he eagerly repaid the favour of the pleasure she had just given him.
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Christian woke up the next morning to his alarm as Ana was trying to switch it off. He dismissed his phone and grabbed her hand, rolling her in the bed as he kissed her, making her giggle.
"Why do you keep waking up so early, when you don't have to?" He asked as he took notice of her clothes and the smell of a fresh shower.
"Really? Mr CEO is going to ask me that? Haven't you heard of the saying 'the world belongs to those who wake up early'?"
"You already have the world, babe," He reminded her, and she rolled her eyes before getting up, straightening her clothes and grabbing her brush as she told him, "You should grab a shower whilst I order the food."
"Or, I could just eat you up before my first meeting. I'd rather burn calories than eat them," He said, placing himself behind her and taking the brush from her hand to put it down. He started kissing her neck, his hand going beneath her white camisole.
"Oh? So...you're not spending the day with me?"
He glanced at the clock, and gave her a devilish smile, "My first meeting is at ten. We have three hours and I'm sure I can think of something to do."
"I mean, outside of this bedroom?"
He kept kissing her neck, his hands going up to her breast, and a wild thought occurred, making him wonder how they would feel if she was pregnant. He blinked, shaking away the thought as he explained to Ana what he had planned for them.
"Well, Hassan and his wife have invited us for dinner. And I did want to go shopping with you tomorrow morning before my first meeting. Oh, and there's this helicopter ride Andrea booked for us tomorrow evening."
She gently reached for his hands, and took them off of her body, making him frown and lean against the vanity as she took back her brush and did her hair.
"Babe?"
"I just have plans for today, and I can't be late. I'm going dune riding."
"Dune riding? What about our time together?"
She shrugged, doing her hair in a braid and hiding it beneath a scarf. Christian had told her that Dubai was more lenient with tourists and that she did not need to do that, but Ana saw it as a mark of respect.
"You already have everything planned out, and I'm not going to sit around and wait for you all day. I booked it for the two of us, but you working is not going to stop me."
"I can take you dune riding some other time. We can do that together when we come back in July."
Once again, she shrugged, not bothered at all that she was leaving when they were supposed to spend time together. She had been the one complaining that they didn't spend enough time together, and now, she was the one going her merry way, instead of trying to spend time with him.
After making sure the scarf was secured, she pecked his lips and took the room service menu as she explained, "I want to do it now. And the pickup is in an hour. Shall we have breakfast before I go?"
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Ana loved the couple of days they spent in Dubai and showed her appreciation by making yet another fantasy of Christian's come true in his jet. But this wasn't what made Christian promise to himself that he would whisk her away again. It was her smile. Her beautiful smile when he took her on the helicopter ride to see Dubai at night. She had been radiant, and he couldn't wait to make her smile like that again.
Grace hadn't been that bothered by her parents leaving, probably because Ana called her in the morning and at night, and probably because her grandparents had come to stay with her, and they were spoiling her rotten, to Ana's dismay. Still, when they came back, Grace glued herself to Ana for a whole day and begged her mother to wait for her to fall asleep before leaving her room.
Work was still busy, but it was expected given the timeframe. Roxanne was getting quite good, and she always had a couple of funny jokes or quips to make the day feel a bit less tedious. And, unlike Jamie, she was someone friendly and genuinely interested in his life.
"So, how was your trip to Dubai?" Roxanne asked the day after he came back as they waited for Andrea to come in to give them their schedule for the day.
"Productive," He let her know. He would have a full debrief with Jamie and her later on in the day. Hassan was a very good partner, who had made Christian quite a fortune in Western Asia, and now Hassan was trying to get him to invest in some infernal tower that would rival Burj Khalifa and that he wanted to erect in Singapore. But Christian wasn't sure about that investment yet.
Roxanne smiled at him and pointed out his face as she said, "You seem to have enjoyed it, Mr Grey. A couple of more days and you would have come back sunburnt."
He smiled back, and corrected her, "Christian."
After all, if he was going to work with her at the same intensity he did with Jamie and Ros, she should get used to calling him by his first name.
She beamed at him, and before either of them could say anything, Jamie cleared his throat, probably annoyed that Christian didn't take him to Dubai with Ana. Which angered Christian. He had a wonderful time with Ana in Dubai, especially with Jamie far away, and it clearly was not Jamie's business to judge his getaway. Especially since he was the one who suggested it.
It had been a week since they came back from Dubai, and Christian had barely seen the girls. He only saw them over breakfast, and usually, Grace would tell him about her previous day, whilst he read the paper. Ana had stopped waiting for him at night, not that he could blame her; she woke up before the sun, and he came home well after midnight.
They were supposed to go to Hong Kong the next week, but Christian had decided that he wouldn't go. It was too much hassle for little profit. They were only going for four days, Grace missing the Friday and Monday of school, but Christian had no intentions of going to Asia prior to Grace's plans, and he had too much work to do in the US.
So, when he got back home and found that Ana was already sleeping, he made the decision to wake her up when he went to bed, so he could inform her of his decision. He ate the plate that the girls had kept for him, ignoring the cats begging for his food (or attention, he couldn't be sure), his mind lost in the memory of his last conversation with Hassan.
"You have a beautiful wife, Christian," Hassan commented in confidence, his eyes on Ana as she spoke with his wife. The two women were laughing at Ana's recent experience in the dunes, Amina trying to convince the brunette that she did not really enjoy the desert.
"Next time you come, we will take you camel riding. It is a much better and real experience. And…" Hassan's wife, Amina, whispered the rest so only Ana could hear, and whatever she said, it made the two women laugh
Christian smiled, as much at Ana's glee as Hassan's comment. Ana was beautiful. But he had always known that about her. Hassan made tea, as Christian did his best to ignore the little twinge at the "wife" comment. But as often was the case, Hassan was perceptive.
"I have noticed though, that neither of you is wearing a ring … I have always pictured you as a traditionalist."
"It's in the works," Christian said simply, not eager to go into the logistics of how he was going to propose to Ana. He had many different ideas, but he wasn't sure which one would please her the most.
Hassan nodded, still looking at the women before he said, "You should hurry up. Someone as beautiful as her does not stay unwanted for long. Men are probably lining up to take your place and show her they can do better."
"I know," Christian hissed through gritted teeth, and Hassan shook his head.
"You misunderstand. She is a beautiful woman, yes. But this beauty goes, over time. When I said that she was beautiful, I was talking about her soul. I know you westerners sometimes forget the value of inner beauty, but it is what is important. Her body might have been what you saw first, but her soul is what made you stay."
Christian didn't respond, because Hassan often liked to get religious and mystical when he didn't really care about this aspect of life. But he understood what the man said: Ana was a beautiful person in and out, and he knew he was lucky to have her by his side.
The men sipped on their tea, this being one of the things he liked the most about Dubai, their tea. It was the perfect combination of sweet, bitter and mint.
"I have to admit that I am disappointed that you did not bring your child. I was hoping to see you at someone's beck and call."
Christian chuckled, recalling how he had always judged Hassan for being such a papa bear over the years. Now that he had Grace, he couldn't blame the man. In fact, he was glad Ana was there to put a stop to him because he knew he would buy the little girl anything she wanted if it was only up to him.
"Well…this was something just for Ana and me."
"Haaa, I see. This was not just to see how much money I made you, but also to make another baby. Good. You should not wait too long between children. It is always better when they are close in age," Hassan commented with a knowing smile, and Christian stayed silent, his eyes on Ana.
Amina had brought her album of photos and was showing her the pictures of her wedding that lasted seven whole days. Ana marvelled at the different dresses as Amina was explaining the story behind each of them, and how her husband whisked her away from Casablanca.
He wondered if Ana wanted something that extravagant, when Hassan wisely added, pouring some more tea for them, "You know, Christian, a woman is never more beautiful than when she is bearing life. Because she is holding the most precious thing in the world, your child."
Christian kept looking at Ana who must have felt his stare because she looked up from the picture she was holding and smiled at him, that smile that always made him feel like the king of the world. Hassan nudged him and jokingly added, "That is why I gave Amina so many children, haha."
Christian was still chewing on his food, thinking about his determination to not have kids. It had never been due to an aversion against children, and with Grace, he was seeing that he wasn't doing so bad of a job. He was not the best, but he was much better than he had expected.
Maybe he could give Ana this thing she had wanted so badly in the past. Maybe he could give Grace little siblings she could play with. Or maybe he was just deluding himself. Ana didn't want kids anyway.
With a sigh, he put his plate in the sink and got ready for bed, passing by Grace's room to make sure she didn't kick her covers off whilst sleeping. When he got into bed, he snuggled against Ana and gently tried to wake her up. He hated the idea of waking her up, but he really needed to tell her about Hong Kong, he didn't want to tell her at the last second.
He gently called her name, kissing her shoulder, and after a few tries, she rolled on her back with a smile and reached to kiss him, mumbling, "Let me show you how you should wake someone up in the middle of the night."
She pulled him on top of her, moaning against his lips as he aligned perfectly with her and he started getting lost in the kiss, forgetting about everything but the idea of undressing Ana and having his way with her. He ground against her, making her smile even wider as she arched her hips to meet him, and when she broke their kiss to trail his jaw and neck, he remembered why he woke her up in the first place,
"Babe…Mmmh, babe…That's not why I woke you up."
"You sure? Someone seems to think so," She teased, grabbing his cock and playing with his length. He repressed a moan as she added, "And I actually missed you initiating the fun. I like it when you're in the moment … and raw and … all 'I'm-the-alpha-male, woman'."
She resumed kissing him, and he forgot all about talking, his hips rotating with hers, and a small pang of disappointment when her hand left his cock. However, it did not last long as she tugged on his hair, biting his lips, asking, "Why did you wake me up then, Christian?"
"I just wanted to let you know I'm not coming to Hong Kong," He said, his hand on her breast and his tongue loving the taste of her skin.
She immediately let go of his hair, her blue eyes steady on him as she asked, "What?"
"Yeah. It's just too much hassle for me. And there's also Roxanne who doesn't have a passport, and she won't get it by then. And — "
"So? To make it clear, you're blowing us off because your intern can't travel with you?" She clarified, blinking.
"No. Of course not. It's just going to be a waste of time for me, you know. With the time difference and the time spent in the flight. I never actually planned to go to Hong Kong in January, and there's no profit, just a waste of time."
Ana's gaze hardened, her poker face on, and she said with a very even tone, "I'm just having a hard time understanding how spending time with your family is a 'waste of time,' Christian."
"It's not that, babe. You know I love spending time with my two favourite girls. It's just work. You understand, right?"
For a minute, he looked deep into her eyes, trying to make her see that he was just trying to be proactive. Of course, he loved them both, and would rather spend the days with them.
"I'm tired," was all she said, before rolling on her side, forcing him to move as she showed him her back. He reached out for her, spooning against her and coaxing her, "Babe, don't be like that."
He felt her stiffen, and she responded, her voice still steady and strong, "It's okay, Christian. Don't worry about Grace, I'll let her know."
"Don't be mad at me, please."
"I'm not mad at you."
"Then look at me," he retorted, not liking that he couldn't see her face. She turned and he saw no trace of tears or pain. Her face was just as usual. "I'm not mad at you, Christian. I'm just…disappointed in myself. I know that work is important for you and sometimes, I let myself forget that."
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The girls came back from Hong Kong early on Monday afternoon, and to Christian's surprise, they came to visit him in his office. He had been in the middle of a videoconference with Ros when Grace burst in his office under Ana's and Andrea's mortified gaze.
She jumped into his arms and started telling him about the joys of Hong Kong. He was about to interrupt her and tell her that she would have to wait until he would be home to tell her all about it, when Jamie told Ros to give him five minutes and grabbed Roxanne, saying they would be in the conference room.
Still, it did not go unnoticed that he took the time to hug Ana and whisper something in her ear. That bastard. Every time he did something good, there was the other shoe waiting to drop.
Grace monopolised him for a whole hour as Ana simply sat on the sofa, listening to their daughter explaining why Hong Kong had a different date for New Year and telling him everything that she did there. She also gave him a picture framed of Ana and her in traditional gowns, so he could put it in his office back home.
After an hour of incessant talking from Grace, only interrupted by the "Awws" and the "Aahs" of her father, Ana reminded Grace that he needed to work and that she needed to get home to their pets. Christian saw how she discreetly put a wooden box in his library, on the empty shelf below the liquor. He was pretty sure that it was yet another deck of cards, like the one that was still in New York, and the one she said she had bought him in Dubai that was in his nightstand now.
He smiled at the thought and just as Grace took her mother's hand, he let her know, "I have an important function coming up this month. I'd like for you to be on my arm."
Ana nodded, not even thinking about it, and Grace let go of her mother's hand, going back to her father with big imploring blue eyes. "Oh Daddy, you said you would take me too and I could wear a pretty dress like Mama. Por favor."
Christian glanced at Ana, waiting for her to object, but she pretended to be busy looking at the puzzle Grace had done, and he'd hung on the wall. So Christian said the only thing he could think of: "Of course, sweetie."
Grace squealed with delight, and Ana simply raised an eyebrow at him, a small knowing smirk on her lips and Christian got up, saying that he would see them out. Just as they were about to leave his office, Grace stopped him, as if remembering something, "Oh, Daddy. I have something important to tell you."
"I'm all ears." He waited for her to speak, but then understood that she had something important to say, so he squatted so they could be at the same level, which was only rewarded by an appreciative nod from his daughter.
"Can you come home early Friday…the next? So we can have dinner together?"
"Of course, sweetie."
"You won't be busy?" She accused, squinting her eyes and putting her hands on her hips.
"I'm never too busy for you, sweetie," he gave a white lie. After all, he had missed a few things, but she was always in the back of his mind, and the beaming smile she gave him was enough for him to make sure he would not miss that dinner.
"Pinky swear?" She asked, and he swore with his finger, making Ana shake her head at their antics.
As he called the elevator, Ana briefly talked to Andrea, and he picked up Grace, just for the joy of having her in his arms. He walked them out, seeing that Sawyer was waiting for them and once Grace was all buckled up, he stopped Ana from going in, just to have a few seconds with his girl.
"I'll try to be home early tonight."
"It's okay. We're actually going to your parents, they made us lasagna. And it's a school night, Grace will be knackered and in bed as soon as we're home."
"Tomorrow, then." He promised, kissing her red lips. With love, he traced the right side of her face with his finger, and he simply told her, "I love you."
She gave him a sweet smile and kissed him before joining Grace in the car.
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It was the evening of the second Saturday of February and Christian was working from home. He had spent most of the day in his office, and so he took his laptop and went to read his last couple of reports in the living room and enjoy some time with the girls.
They were both dressed in bathrobes, with their hair in towels and their faces hidden under clay, and Christian blessed his timing. He had managed to avoid the spa-day ritual so far. More than once, he had proposed to Ana to book them an actual spa, but Ana always refused.
The girls were flipping through magazines, trying to find a dress for Grace, who was excited like a bug. He knew that they had been looking for it for the whole week, since every morning Grace would ask his opinion on the matter, making her question his abilities when he always agreed on the dresses. Until she decided he couldn't be trusted, and she would ask for Tio Jose's advice instead. It was perfect for what he had in mind.
At the moment, they were looking for a dress for Ana. Though Ana had stopped dithering about spending his money, she rarely went out to shop anymore. She let Gail Taylor do the shopping, and when it came to clothes, she bought them online. Not that he minded, because satins were back in her nightwear as a predominant. As well as several pieces of lingerie he was particularly fond of.
As Ana put down a magazine and finished her wine, Christian slid another one in her direction, and said as if it was nothing, "If it helps, there is a dress in here I'd love to see you in."
Grace greedily took the magazine, and Ana got up to refill her glass, which Christian found odd that she did not ask him if he wanted one. He refocused his attention on his report from London as Grace asked at each page if it was the dress he wanted to see Mama in.
He repressed a smile, his mind only half on the report. He would need to go to London anyway, which was perfect because he could stop by Paris and go see Nicholas. Maybe the girls would want to come with him too. Especially since they had their own place there, now.
Ana sat back next to Grace, looking at the magazine with her, and the corner of his eye was solely on the girls, his brain having paused any thought about work. He saw how she frowned, probably noticing the page sticking out of his magazine, the page he had put there on purpose, and she reached for it. As soon as Grace saw it, she marvelled,
"Oh! Que linda! You would look so pretty in it, Mama! Like a princess!"
Ana didn't say a word, but that didn't stop Grace, "You know, it looks like a dress when you get married. Oh? Are you going to get married!?"
Christian repressed a smirk, thinking that he didn't need an MC to campaign for him, he had Grace. She was clearly getting excited over the idea of seeing her mom in this dress and seeing her parents getting married.
So finally, he looked up to properly see Ana's reaction. She was looking at him, slightly nodding at whatever Grace was telling her, but her poker face on. Which he knew was to mask her surprise, and so he reassured her that he had something more romantic planned for the actual proposal.
"I'm not asking any questions. I'm just letting you know in advance what's coming."
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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚
💚 So, many things happened, and some sweetness occurred ... You know what's next, don't you hihi
💚Now question time,
1. Okay, so what did you think of their trip to Dubai? Was it what you expected? What Ana expected?
2. Once again, I'm bringing attention to it, for the last time, what about those decks of cards? And if it's not clear, Christian hasn't opened a single one of those boxes. He just knows because she told him.
3. And Christian seems to have seconds thoughts about a particular topic
4. And we talked about fantasy here … So, what are YOUR fantasies?
5. And Christian made a pre-proposal … how do you feel about that?
6. As per usual, what was your favourite part? AND a twist, what was your most heartbreaking moment?
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 💚💚💚