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Christian pulls up to his parents house for their weekly Sunday dinner. He usually looks forward to his mother's cooking and the banter back and forth with his father and brother about who is going to the play-offs, but tonight is a little different. Mia's birthday was Friday and tonight, they are having a special birthday dinner just for her and fifteen of her closest friends.

Mia has officially turned twenty-one.

He curses under his breath. He's already been warned that Mia has made an appearance at his club, The Mile High Club. She had created such a scene that the bouncer had to detain her. She was so inebriated that he had to carry her down to the car, her kicking and screaming the whole way down the elevator. If she wasn't his sister, the girl would have been banned from the building altogether, but being the owner has its perks. He knows that he needs to have a talk with Mia and draw a line that she mustn't cross. He'll ban her himself if she ends up making a scene again.

As he sits in his car in the driveway, another car pulls up and he sees a blonde with green eyes, short skirt, and high-end heels climb out of a Mercedes. Two more girls climb out of the car, as well, and he sees that one of them is Mia's friend, Emily.

"Fuck." He hisses under his breath, dreading the night even more. Emily is Mia's most handsy friend. She has no idea what a boundary is. He has told her on multiple occasions not to touch him, but every fucking time, she just giggles and dismisses his warning with a wave of her hand.

Although Mia's friends are more than annoying, always giggling at him and ogling him unabashedly, he knows there is no way he can get out of this thing. Luckily, Anastasia has promised to come. Her appearance will make everything go easier tonight. He can concentrate on her and maybe even make some of the other girls think he is taken.

He wants to stay in his car and wait for Anastasia to show up, but unfortunately, his mother has spotted him. She stands in the front entryway, smiling and waving at him to come in.

"Damn it. Here we go." He mumbles, giving his mother a fake smile and a wave before turning his car off and grabbing Mia's present from the passenger's side.

XxXxXx

Anastasia is at home, hurrying to get dressed. She knows there's no possible way she will be on time and a feeling of guilt twists in her gut. She knows how important being punctual is to Grace and she hates that she had to pick today to be late, although it isn't entirely her fault.

She didn't know that she would start her period early. She wasn't aware that she was completely out of tampons. She knew she was getting close and so she had put it on her grocery list for that week, but then left without the grocery list that day.

How is it her fault that she was cursed with terrible organizational skills and an even more terrible memory? Genetics. That's what's to blame. She got these problems from her mother. So, as far as she's concerned, it's her mother's fault. Carla May Wilks.

Okay, fine...maybe it is her own fault.

She sighs. She knows she has some apologizing to do. She hopes that the bottle of wine she's bringing will help soften Grace a bit. Luckily, Grace Trevelyan Grey just happens to adore Anastasia.

After throwing on her maroon, sleeveless skater dress and slipping on her black Jimmy Choo heels that Christian had bought her for Christmas, she checks herself in the mirror. Seeing that her hair has deflated, she bends and flips her hair over, spraying the back with finishing spray to give it some volume.

"There." She smiles at her reflection, happy with the results, considering she didn't have much time. She splashes on her perfume and hurries to the door, grabbing her keys and handbag on the way out.

XxXxXx

"Happy birthday, baby sister." Christian greets Mia as soon as he steps into the foyer. He hands her the present and bends down to press a kiss to her cheek. "You and I are going to have a little chat later." He whispers quietly in her ear so that their mother cannot hear.

Her eyes widen and she looks up at him. "I just want to say in advance that I am sorry for whatever it is that I've done."

He chuckles. "Yea...that's not going to get you out of anything, Mia-girl."

Mia gives him a small pout.

"Nope. Neither will that." He puts his hand out and covers up her mouth. He has always had a weakness for his little sister's pout, but he refuses to let her use it on him this time. This little talk is going to be for her own good. Drinking in heavy quantities can be absolutely catastrophic to not only her, but the people around her. She could end up killing herself or someone else.

She sighs. "Fine. But, it'll have to wait til after my party."

"Deal." Christian offers his hand to Mia and she shakes it.

"Where's Ana?" Mia asks, realizing she hasn't seen her brother's best friend, yet.

He sighs. "I have no idea." He knows that she has terrible time management skills. He has never met anyone that has such a problem organizing their time like Anastasia does.

"Well, I'm sure she'll be here soon. Why don't you come in and get yourself a drink, darling? Mia, don't be rude. Go socialize with your guests." Grace hooks her hand in the crook of Christian's arm and ushers him to the bar in the dining room. "I know that spending the evening with fifteen twenty-one year olds is not your idea of fun, but I appreciate you coming for Mia. She adores you so much, Christian."

Christian smiles as he pours himself a bourbon. "I know she does, Mom. And I adore her, too. I'm sure I can make it through one night with a dozen giggling college girls."

"Make that a dozen hot giggling college girls...who will all be drinking tonight…" Elliot corrects Christian, stepping up to make his own drink, a Jack and Coke.

"Elliot Trevelyan Grey! You will not be touching any of these girls, do you understand me?" Grace's tone is clipped and serious.

Elliot sighs. "Yes, ma'am."

She eyes him for a second and it causes the 6'4 man to look down at his shoes to avoid eye contact. No matter how tall or how old he gets, out of respect, he will always listen to his mother. Plus, sometimes, she can be downright scary. On more than one occasion, she has had all three of her grown children cowering in front of her from just one look. Of course, she'd never hurt her children and has never laid a hand on them, but disappointing their mother is something the three of them avoid at all costs.

XxXxXx

As Anastasia sits at a stoplight, her phone pings in her car. Looking down at her phone, she sees that it's a text from Christian.

*Where are you, woman?!*

She can't help the smirk that forms on her lips. She can only imagine how uncomfortable he must be with all of Mia's friends around. She can't help, but take a little joy in her best friend's misery at the moment.

*Keep your hair on, Grey. On my way.*

She's only five minutes from the Greys. It won't kill him to ward off the college girls a little longer.

She giggles at the thought. The only straight man in history that isn't ecstatic about having a dozen college girls throwing themselves at his feet. He's always been picky on the women he picks, most of them not lasting more than a few weeks. He likes to get his rocks off with women of his choosing, but then has a problem committing.

Anastasia wonders if it is from his haphephobia, his mommy issues, or if he just has an issue with commitment like many other men do. She hasn't met many of the woman he has bedded, but the ones she has met didn't seem to care much about Christian, either. Unfortunately, she's found that most women can't see past his beauty, and are happy just to fall into bed with the sexy billionaire a few times.

Her poor Christian.

She hopes that Christian will find a good woman that is worth keeping.

When she really thinks about it though, a pang of jealousy runs through her chest. A part of her wants to keep her best friend to herself. She doesn't want to share him with anyone else. She knows it's selfish. She knows that it'll happen someday and she'll be happy for him, although inside she will be having a little pity party for herself.

Perhaps that's just another reason why she wants to find a man to settle down with. She has a desire to be a wife and a mother. To have that security of having her own family. But maybe another part of her wants to make sure she's settled when her best friend finds a mate. She hopes that by living her own life, that Christian settling down himself won't be as painful.

As she pulls up the driveway and parks behind Christian's Audi, she sighs. As much as she wants to pretend that they're still young and have plenty of time to settle down, they really don't. They're both twenty-six and adults. She wants to think that it's time for her to settle down and make a family, but she knows that if it really is time, that God would have pointed her in the right direction. It wouldn't be so hard for her to find a man even worthy of going on a second date with. Maybe she really isn't meant to have a family.

She grabs her handbag from the passenger's seat and tells herself that now is not the time to be throwing a pity party for herself. She has a good life and she's blessed. She has a great career, a beautiful apartment, healthy parents, and the best friend a girl could ask for. She reaches for the passenger's seat a second time, but it's empty.

"Oh, fucking hell!" She's forgotten the wine. "Every damn time!"

Pouting, she makes her way pitifully into the house and through the foyer. The sound of voices and giggling immediately hits her ears and she follows the sound to the dining room. Once in the doorway, she finds the room full of young women in short, tight dresses, sky high heels, and perfume so strong that it almost knocks her off her feet. She feels like she just walked in to some cheap nightclub down the street from the university.

Looking around the room, she finds Christian sitting in one of the dining room chairs, a half a dozen girls sitting around him, giggling and batting their eyelashes at him. His back is turned towards Anastasia, but she has no doubt that he is currently holding a glass of bourbon, half-empty, while he swirls the brown liquid around in the glass in front of him, doing his best to ignore the girls.

Alright, Anastasia. Time to show these girls who's boss.

Making her way up behind Christian, she snakes her arms around his neck and runs her hands down the front of his button down.

"Hi." She whispers quietly, making him jump. Once he realizes who it is, a smile forms on his face.

"Hey." He cranes his neck to look at his best friend and she gives him a small wink, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

She rests her chin on his shoulder and looks around the table, seeing that she's getting scowls from the young women.

"Are these ladies giving you a hard time, baby?" A lopsided smirk forms on his face. He knows what's coming.

"Do we have a problem here, ladies?" Anastasia asks, quirking her eyebrow at the young women. When none of them speak or even move, Anastasia stands up straight, keeping her hands on Christian's shoulders. She makes eye contact with each girl, and without even uttering a word, the girls end up shying away and eventually getting up to rejoin the party.

There's something about Anastasia that girls find intimidating. Christian has witnessed this himself. Whether it is her beauty, strong personality, or the air of confidence about her, he isn't sure. He just knows that women tend to stay away from his best friend. Sometimes, she runs them off. Other times, they don't even have the courage to approach her.

Christian manages to hold in his laughter just long enough for the girls to scurry off.

"Thanks, Ana. I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

Giggling, she slips between the table and his chair and deposits herself into his lap, throwing an arm over his shoulders. "If I can't be a stand-in girlfriend when you get yourself in tight places, then what am I good for?" She takes the bourbon out of his hand and downs half of what's left in the glass.

He smiles. "Well, it's definitely not the sex."

She snorts, almost spitting the bourbon back at him. "If you think for one minute I'm going to be just another notch on your bedpost, then you've got another thing coming, Grey. This body is sacred. I'm not about to let you ruin it."

He grabs the bourbon back from her and wiggles his eyebrows. "At least you realize I'd ruin you for other men. You'd be begging me for more."

She rolls her eyes. "So cocky."

He gives her a salacious grin and leans in to her ear. "And I've got the cock to back it up, too, love."

"Christian!" She slaps at his shoulder. "How many of those have you had?"

His head falls back with a laugh. "A fair few."

"Well, then I need to catch up, then, don't I?" She climbs out of his lap to get herself a drink and he slaps her backside.

"Get me one, too."

She looks over her shoulder. "By the way your acting, I'd say you've had enough. I'll bring you water."

What? NO!

He pouts and looks down at his drink. One good sip left. He downs it and then shakes the glass a little, trying to get every drop he can into his mouth since his best friend has cut him off.

Anastasia makes her way over to the bar and sees Grace pouring herself a glass of wine.

She pulls Grace into a hug. "It's so good to see you. I'm sorry I'm late. I had a little emergency at home before coming."

Grace's eyebrows knit together in worry. "Oh, I hope everything is okay, Ana."

Anastasia smiles. "It's fine. Just girl stuff."

Grace nods, understanding. "Yes, we are so very lucky, aren't we? It's like a little gift from Heaven every month."

Anastasia giggles at her words. "You could say that." She pours herself a whiskey and cranberry on the rocks, grabbing a bottle of water out of the mini fridge for Christian.

"I'm glad you came when you did. I don't know how much longer Christian could have dealt with all these girls by himself. You know patience isn't his strong suit." Grace gives Anastasia a wink, making her laugh.

"Yes, it's good I came to his rescue. I guess you could say I'm his knight in shining armor!"

"Excuse me?" Christian comes from behind her, startling Anastasia.

She turns towards him and cocks an eyebrow at him. "Are you going to tell me it isn't true?"

He shrugs. "You could have at least pretended to be modest about it."

Anastasia snorts into her drink. "I wasn't aware that modesty was even in your vocabulary, Christian."

Christian's hand lands on his chest, feigning hurt. "Ouch! That's a shot to the ego. I think I'm going to need another drink."

Anastasia eyes him for a second. "Only if you promise to keep your hands off my ass."

He gives her a cheeky, Cheshire grin. "Now, my dear, that is something I will never be able to promise."

As Grace watches her son and his best friend bicker and flirt back and forth, she can't help, but feel frustrated with them both. Whenever they're together, the chemistry between the two of them is so strong, that it affects the people around them. Others can feel the electric current running through the space around them, and yet, Christian and Anastasia are completely unaware of the connection. As far as she knows, the two of them have never went further than a few flirty comments and relatively innocent touches.

Grace has considered trying to play matchmaker and push them together, but she feels that it's best if they figure it out in their own time...if they figure it out at all. She doesn't want their friendship to be affected because of her meddling, but she also knows that it's no coincidence that Christian doesn't shy away from Anastasia's touch or that Anastasia can't seem to find a man to last more than a couple months. In her mind, there isn't anyone better for either one of them. If there were such a thing as soul mates, those two would be it.

XxXxXx

As Mia blows out the candles to her birthday cake, Christian can't help, but notice his brother making a move on a blonde in the corner. It happens to be the same blonde that he watched get out of the Mercedes earlier. He has an arm around her shoulders, whispering something in her ear to make her giggle. Christian watches Elliot give her the look and he knows that the girl is as good as gone. He's sure that Elliot is already picturing her tight little dress on the floor in his bedroom.

Christian snorts and shakes his head at his brother, the charmer. He happens to catch Elliot's eye and raises his eyebrow at his brother. Elliot gives him a wink and a wiggle of his eyebrows, letting Christian know that he, indeed, has the girl in the bag.

"You two are pigs."

His eyes leave his brothers and he looks over at his best friend, who is sitting next to him.

"You don't see me taking home a drunk girl, do you?" As she looks up at him, he sees that her eyes are bloodshot and hazy, her cheeks tinged pink from the liquor. "Oh, well, maybe I am." He knows with how much each of them had, that Taylor will be coming to get them both. They'll have to get their vehicles later.

"There's nothing wrong with finding entertainment in my brother's love life."

"Love? I believe you mean sex life, Christian."

He nods. "Yes, once again, you're right."

Anastasia smiles up at him. "When are you going to learn that I am always right?"

Christian laughs. "But, do you ever get sick of hearing it?"

Giggling, she shakes her head. "Not one bit."

XxXxXx

It's after 10:00 pm and slowly, the girls either go home, head upstairs to sleep off their liquor, or call their boyfriends to come pick them up. Elliot still has his arm around the blonde.

"I guess I better call my brother to come pick me up. I don't feel safe driving." The blonde pulls her phone out of her pocket, but Elliot places his hand over hers.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll take you home. I haven't had a drink in hours." Elliot is always careful to keep a clear head when he takes women home. He doesn't want to risk making any mistakes. He doesn't mind his women a little drunk, but he doesn't want them to be so intoxicated that they can't make decisions for themselves. Often, liquor heightens the libido and lowers the inhibitions, and he won't take the chance of the girl waking up after a blackout, not knowing what's happened, claiming he forced himself on her. He might like his fair share of women, but he's no rapist. Him having a clear head also makes it less likely for an 'oops' to come nine months later. Wrapping it up is imperative.

She gives him a grin. "I'd rather you take me to your place."

"Even better."

On their way out, Grace catches them.

"Elliot Trevelyan Grey! What do you think you're doing?" Grace has her hands on her hips.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'm just taking this nice young lady home. She's had a few too many drinks." He leans down and kisses his mother on the cheek.

"Elliot, please. Don't do anything stupid. Do you even know her name?"

Elliot looks down at the blonde with green eyes and smiles. "Of course, I do. It's…" His eyebrows knit together, trying to remember their conversation earlier." "Kat."

"Kate." The blonde corrects.

"Right, Kate. It's Kate."

Grace gives him an amused grin. "Right, honey. Kate. Kate Kavanagh."

Elliot's smile disappears. "Kavanagh?" He's just put in a bid to build the skyscraper for Kavanagh Media and it's going to be a million dollar venture. He can't fuck this up. "As in Eamon Kavanagh?"

Kate giggles. "That's my father."

He winces at his bad luck. "Maybe I should just take you home."

She smiles up at him. "Great. Since you know Dad, maybe you can come in and chat a little!"

His eyes almost pop out of their eye sockets and Grace laughs. He knows he can't take Kate home this drunk. "How about we stop for some coffee first?"

Kate licks her lips. "Pancakes sound phenomenal right now."

He gives her a forced smile and escorts her to the front door. What the hell did he get himself into?

Meanwhile, Christian finds Mia talking in the corner with the two friends that are left. He can tell that she's had liquor, but thankfully, she wasn't stupid enough to drink too much around her parents.

"Mia, I need to speak with you."

Her smile drops, remembering the conversation they had earlier.

"Oh, right. Okay." She excuses herself and follows her brother into the empty sitting room. They have a seat on the couch and she turns towards him, tucking her hair behind her ear. "So, um, what did you want to speak to me about?"

Christian sighs. He hates having to play parent to Mia, but it's for her own good.

"I got an interesting call from my club bouncer the other day."

Mia winces. "Oh, you did?"

"Yes, Mia. What the hell happened?"

She looks down at her hands and shrugs. "It was my birthday and everyone kept buying me shots and so I kept taking them and before I know it, I could barely even stand. I didn't realize how much alcohol I had." She doesn't remember much of that night, but from what her friends had told her, she knows she was out of control.

"Mia, look at me." He demands.

She peeks up at him through her eyelashes.

"This is a serious matter, Mia. It is imperative that you watch what you drink and who you take drinks from. You could have been drugged, raped, or even killed! You could have gotten into your vehicle, driven away, and killed an entire family. Alcohol is a serious substance, Mia. It's okay to have fun, but you have to use common sense. It isn't safe to get blackout drunk in a public place. It isn't safe to take drinks from strangers. Thank God you were at my club and Darius knew to look out for you. Who knows what could have happened if you ended up somewhere else! If you weren't my little sister, you would be banned for ever stepping foot in the club again. I swear, if you make an ass out of yourself in my club again, I will ban you myself! No matter where you are, you are not to do this again, do you understand?"

Mia sniffles and nods. She has always looked up to Christian and hates when he's disappointed in her. "I'm sorry, Christian. I won't do it again. I don't know what I was thinking."

He reaches up and wipes her tears away. "I don't mean to be harsh with you, Mia girl, but it's for your own good. I don't want to see you hurt. Everyone makes mistakes. Thankfully, you made yours somewhere relatively safe. It isn't as if I don't know you're going to be drinking and getting drunk, but just use your head. Be smart, okay?"

"Okay."

He gives her an encouraging smile. "Hug it out?"

She giggles and nods. "Yes, please."

He pulls her to him and she keeps her arms around his waist, knowing her boundaries. Her head rests on his shoulder while he squeezes her to him and he kisses her head.

"I love you, Mia. I just want what's best for you."

"I know, Christian. I love you, too."

Anastasia makes her way into the sitting room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, but stops when she sees the two siblings embracing. She tries to backtrack, but Christian and Mia pull away to look up at her.

"Um, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Taylor is outside waiting for us."

XxXxXx

"Heading off already?" Carrick asks, seeing Anastasia and Christian making their way to the foyer.

Anastasia steps up to give Carrick a hug. "Yes, unfortunately we both have to work in the morning."

"Well, I'm glad you could make it, Ana."

She smiles at him. "Me, too. Thank you for having me. It was fun."

"Is Taylor taking the two of you home?" Carrick questions, knowing the both of them had a few drinks.

Christian smiles. "Yes. I figure if Elliot can take a drunk girl home, then why can't I?"

Anastasia rolls her eyes.

Carrick laughs. "I'm not sure Elliot is going to have as much fun as you think he is."

Christian gives his father a confused look.

"Gracie told me that the girl he picked just happens to be a Kavanagh." His father gives him a large smile, knowing.

Christian lets out a laugh. "Serves the asshole right!" He knows how much Elliot wants that contract with Kavanagh Media.

"Isn't that the guy who's looking at bids for his multi-million dollar skyscraper?" Anastasia asks.

Christian throws his arm around her neck. "Keep up, Steele! This is old news."

"I blame it on my inebriated state."

Christian gives his father a wave as they make their way out of his parents house.

"How inebriated?"

"Not inebriated enough not to realize who's bed I'm falling into…" Anastasia cheeks.

"Damn." Christian feins disappointment. "Guess I'll just have to drop you off at home, then."

"Better luck next time, tiger." She reaches up and pinches his cheek.

A/N: Again, if you want a teaser for Chapter 3, let me know.