Hello faithful readers.
Sorry this took so long, but RL and family come first. To those of you who left reviews and sent me PMs wishing me well—thank you very much.
Most of all, Thank you to my Co-Author Debbie Hannon. You rock, Debbie!
This is the final chapter, but there will be an epilogue to follow in a few weeks that should answer all your questions.
I do not own FSOG.
Chapter 9
CPOV after the funeral
After Taylor slammed the door in my face and walked away, I told Reynolds to take me home. As we pulled out of the cemetery, I looked at everyone still standing around talking and hugging one another, and I wondered how many of them were headed back to Ray's home for the reception, where my presence was not welcome. I know my family is going, as well as Ros and Gwen and Taylor and Gail. I saw quite a few unfamiliar faces at the funeral—I am guessing they were people Ana had grown up with, and were longtime family friends.
I didn't see Ana's mother, but that didn't surprise me. She only spoke about her one time, and all she said is that she abandoned her and her dad when she was barely a year old, and they never heard from her again. Ana had no desire to ever speak to her. I don't know if Ray had any contact with her either-if he did, he never said anything to Ana.
No wonder Ana hated you. She was abandoned by the 2 people who were supposed to take care of her and protect her.
As we pull out of town and head back to Bellevue, I lean back in the seat and let the tears fall again. I keep thinking this is a nightmare and I will wake up, but it never happens… It's real. Seeing Ana in her casket made it all too real.
15 minutes out of town we stop at a red light, and as I look out the window I see several black skid marks on the asphalt. The sunlight is making little sparkles in the blacktop, and then I see 2 small white crosses and fresh flowers a few feet off the road on the shoulder.
I stare at the road, and I realize that the sparkles are tiny pieces of glass.
Holy fucking shit! …This is where it happened. This is where Ana and my son died. Those sparkles are little pieces of glass from the car she was driving when she was hit.
I suddenly feel nauseous.
"Stop! Pull over now" I scream at Reynolds as the light turns green.
He pulls the car off on the shoulder and I jump out and throw up by the side of the car. Reynolds walks up to me a few seconds later "Sir, are you OK?"
I hold my hand out to tell him to stay away and leave me alone, and when I can talk again, I tell him to get back into the car.
I stare at the intersection, and I can see the scuff marks and gouges in the blacktop from the accident.
I walk towards the edge of the shoulder, closer to the road, and I see a Cadillac medallion that must have come from Kate's car, sitting in the bushes. I walk towards it, and something shiny catches my eye. I bend down and pick it up and realize that it's a small, scuffed up locket.
I have seen this locket several times-around Ana's neck.
I open it up and inside is a picture of Ray holding Ana when she was a baby. The locket belonged to Ray's mother—he gave it to Ana on her 10th birthday and she very seldom took it off… It was the only memento of her grandmother that she had. Her grandmother doted on her, and tried to make up for Ana not having a mother. She died from cancer when Ana was away in college, and every time Ana would talk about her she would smile, and then her eyes would tear up.
I squeeze it in my hand, and try to block out vision of it being torn off her neck during the accident. I start shaking, and I feel dizzy and start to hyperventilate. I stagger back to the car, and Reynolds sees me and jumps out and grabs me and puts me in the back seat "Sir—do you need to go to the hospital?"
I shake my head no, and he reaches up and loosens my tie and helps me take off my jacket, After a few minutes my breathing starts to slow down and I can feel myself starting to calm down a little bit.
Ryan ran across the street to the gas station and came back with several bottles of water and handed me one. My hands were shaking so bad that I could barely open it. After I took a few sips, I was able to speak again, and I told him start the car and get out of here.
I finish my bottle of water, and lean back in the seat and close my eyes, remembering happy times with Ana—flying her in Charlie Tango, our first time making love, when I took her soaring, our wedding and honeymoon, and our many trips out on the Grace. I close my eyes and I can see her smiling and biting her lip, and then I hear her laugh and giggle…I feel myself relax and start to drift off to sleep with a small smile on my face.
I am standing at the altar, waiting for Ana to walk down with her father. She looks so beautiful in her dress—my heart is beating out of my chest and I can't stop smiling. Today she will finally be mine…Mrs. Christian Grey. They finally get to the end, and Ray leans over and kisses her cheek and hands her me, telling me to take care of his little girl. I promise him I will, and we turn and look at the minister. I stand there staring at my beautiful angel, still not believing that she loves me, and wants to spend the rest of her life with me. How did I get so lucky?
We recite our vows to each other, and I finally hear the words I have been waiting so long to hear for so long:
"You may now kiss the bride"
I turn and lift the veil from her face, but when she lifts her head up, I gasp out loud…her face is black and blue and completely disfigured, and her eyes are closed. I look at her in sheer horror, and then realize that her dress is no longer white, but it's now red and soaked in blood.
She then opens her eyes, but they are black and lifeless, and then she speaks only one word:
"Why?"
Just then I hear an evil, cackling laugh, and when I turn around I see Elena and all my 15 subs sitting together, with their heads bowed down. Elena stands up and tells me that that love is for fools, and that Ana will never enough for me, and then all 15 subs walk to the altar, and kneel around me, and at the same time they all say "Welcome back, Master." I turn and look at Ana, but it's not Ana anymore—it's Camile, smiling at me. She leans over and kisses me, as the minister says "May I introduce for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Christian Grey." I look up and I see Ana's coffin being carried down the aisle, followed by the 15 subs and Elena, laughing all the way.
I wake up screaming and thrashing in the back seat, causing Reynolds to swerve off the road, yelling "what the fuck!" He pulls off the road to a stop and turns to look at me. I have tears streaming down my face, and sweat beading on my forehead. I have never been more scared in my life as I am at this moment.
"Sir?"
"Jesus, fuck!" rubbing my hands over my face, and into my hair. "How long was I asleep?"
"A little over an hour, Sir. You were moaning and calling out for Mrs. Grey, Sir" Reynolds replied.
"Take me home" is all I can get out.
"Escala, Sir?" Reynolds asks,
"No, to our home on the Sound." I fall back in the seat, staring out the window, seeing nothing, but afraid to close my eyes.
Carrick POV
I put the file from Taylor on the back seat of the car as we pull out of the cemetery and head out to Ray's house. My mind is going 100 mph in several different directions.
I cannot believe that whore works for Ana's lawyer—there is no way in hell that Erica knows this…she would have thrown her out on her ass the minute she found out and filed a conduct complaint with the Bar Association.
I have all of my employees read and sign a professional conduct policy, and any violation of this policy is grounds for immediate termination. Any form of adultery violates this policy, and if a person is involved in an extramarital affair when they sign the policy, they are guilty of falsifying or lying on their employment application, thus making them a candidate for review and possible disbarment. I am sure with Erica being a divorce and custody attorney she has a similar policy in place. I don't know of a law firm that does not have some type of conduct policy in place that they require all employees to sign.
I am more than happy to pass on all to Erica all of this information from Taylor's contact, but I just need to figure out a way for us to meet—I'm pretty sure she won't take a call from me, and meeting anywhere in public would not be a good idea in case we are seen. As soon as news of the divorce leaks out and the public finds out that Erica was representing Ana, she will be hounded by the press as well.
I decide to approach Erica at Ray's house…the worst she can do is walk away.
"Erica" I say speaking softly, as I find her standing in the hallway looking at all the pictures of Ana as she was growing up. Ray has pictures of them all over the house.
She looks over at me, "Carrick, you are an honorable man, and I have always respected you and the work you do, but we should not be speaking. I'm sorry." She moves to walk away.
I lay my hand on her arm, silently asking her to stay.
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"I understand and respect that, but I would not come to you if this was not important. I want you to know that I am ashamed of what my son has done, but he was not the only guilty party involved."
She looks at me very cautiously, and then asks "What does this have to do with me?"
"Please, just give me a few minutes. I can meet you out by your car, or we can meet another time, but Erica this is something you desperately need to know."
She ponders my words for a minute before replying "Meet me by my car in five minutes" and walks away.
I take a deep breath and walk over to Grace, Elliot and Mia and tell them that I will be outside for a little while.
Mia looks at me sadly, and says "Do what you need to, Dad" and walks away.
Tuesday night I sat them down and told them everything-the affair, the pregnancy, Christian moving out, and why Ana was driving to Montesano.
To say they were shocked was an understatement. Grace held Mia until she fell asleep sobbing, and Elliot wanted to drive over to Christian's and beat him to a pulp, but I managed to calm him down and convince him to stay with us for the night. I even took his car keys from him so he couldn't leave later after we had gone to bed.
It may not have been my story to tell, but they need to be ready for when the shit hits the fan. I am not stupid enough to believe that his security and PR people are going to be able cover this up and keep his name from being dragged through the mud, right along with ours…
I walk to my car and reach in and get the file that Taylor gave me, and lean against the trunk, waiting for Erica. Standing with my back to the house, watching the road, I wonder if Ray was standing here watching the road like I am when he was waiting for Ana to arrive…
I wipe the tears from my face when I hear someone behind me, and I turn to see Erica standing there.
"Okay Carrick, this is borderline unethical…what did you need to talk to me about?"
I don't speak, I just hand her the file...
She opens it and begins scanning the first few pages, and after a minute her eyes widen and she begins muttering to herself "that bitch... that fucking bitch"
She looks up at me "I will take care of her, Carrick-you have my word" and turns to walk away. She stops, and then turns around and looks at me "Carrick, I'm very sorry for your loss," and turns back and walks to her car. She opens the door and I see her lay the file on the passenger seat before she walks back to the house.
I head back into the house, and I see Taylor standing on the porch. He nods his head at me in approval, and walks back inside.
I take a deep breath and follow him inside and join everyone as we remember Ana.
Erica POV
I am so pissed. I cannot believe Grey's fucking whore works for me. Holy fuck! I saw that bitch in the conference room Monday morning when the news was announced on TV, so she knew Ana was dead when she came into my office later that morning, asking me if I was OK. I wonder if she overheard me talking to Alyson and Laurie when I told them that Ana was my client.
I realize that nobody in the office knew Ana was my client, but the fact that that whore was carrying on with a married man BEFORE she joined my firm pisses me off to no end. Plus I know that she was still fucking him after she started because Ana saw them and has the video to prove it.
That bitch is in deep shit right now. Just wait until the Ethics committee hears about this.
I need to get out of here.
I find Kate and tell her I that something came up and I need to get back to the office, and I go say goodbye to Mr. Steele and head out to my car. Kate follows me outside and asks if I am OK.
She could tell that I was upset, so I nod yes, and tell her that I will call her later this week, and reach out and hug her. "Take care" and I climb in my car and head out.
I call my PA, Laurie, and ask her if Camile came in today.
"Yes—she was here when I came in at 8:00. She was waiting for me at my desk and wanted to know when you were coming in. I told her yesterday that you would be out of the office all day, and then she said she needed a file that she had left in your office, and wanted me to let her in. I told her I didn't have a key, and she would have to wait until you came back."
"Did she say what file she was looking for?"
"Nope—she was kind of vague. I thought she was acting kind of strange, but I let it go."
"I need you to do me a favor. Access the security camera recording from outside the conference room Monday morning when everyone was in there watching the GEH announcement about Mrs. Grey. I want all the footage of Camile from the time she walked in the conference room until she walked out of the office at the end of the day. Put it on a thumb drive and I will get it from you later today. I'll call you when I am back in town and you can drop it at my apartment. Do not tell anyone what you are doing. Get IT to help if you can't figure it out."
"OK. It will take me a little while. How was the funeral?"
"Heartbreaking. Her piece of shit husband was there, and it took every bit of self-control I had to not kick him in the balls. I felt so bad for her father…Ana was his only child." I felt the tears start to burn my eyes again, so I told her I would call her when I got back to town, and then hung up.
My next call was to a colleague who used to sit on the Disciplinary Committee of the Office of Disciplinary Counsel for the State of Washington. I needed to pick his brain and find out everything I can to get her disbarred.
2 hours later I pull into the parking garage at my building, and just as I am getting out of my car Laurie texts that she has the thumb drive ready, so I ask her to bring it over to my apartment. It's almost 4:00 so I told her to drop it off with my doorman and go home for the day. A little while later there is a knock on the door and the doorman hands me an envelope- I thank him and pop it in my laptop.
15 minutes later, I watch the whore smirk as she walks out of the conference room and over to my office. She then stops outside my door and listens as I tell Laurie and Alyson about Ana…she heard everything. My guess is she wanted a glimpse inside Ana's file when she tried to get into my office this morning.
That bitch is going down. I am going to wipe that smirk off her face next time I see her.
Kate POV
These last 2 weeks have been beyond crazy. I got back to apartment Thursday morning after the funeral, and Operation Destroy Christian Grey went into full swing.
We spoke with Ray before we did anything, and he was fine with everything we want to do, as long as it did not tarnish Ana's memory. We promised to run everything by him, and at any time he could change his mind and we would stop.
Taylor told Luke that Grey had a serious breakdown the night after the funeral. He didn't know exactly what set him off, but Reynolds said after they returned from Montesano he heard Grey in his office talking on his phone, and a few minutes later there was a loud crash, and when he ran into the office, Grey was throwing everything he could get his hands on, and screaming at the top of his lungs. He said Reynolds had to call his shrink to come over, and he would up having to sedate him again.
Taylor went to GEH the next day and met with Ros and Grey's lawyer, and informed them that Grey would not be available for a while, and the lawyer began drawing up the paperwork to have Ros named as the interim CEO until Grey was available again.
TMZ has the exclusive story which is airing tonight, and by tomorrow every gossip rag in the country will be running the same story, with the same pictures and videos… knowing how the gossip rags are, they will fabricate or embellish even more shit. Grey won't know what hit him.
I made the agreement with TMZ that at any time before the show airs; we have to authority to stop it from airing. The interviews with the subs have been taped, but the interview with Grey's whore will be live, just delayed a few minutes in case something unforeseen happens.
Surprisingly, Taylor was even a willing participant in "Operation Destroy Grey." I guess he feels just as much at fault for Ana's death as Sawyer does, and was more than happy to help the cause.
Taylor said Grey had released him from his 2 weeks-notice 2 days after the funeral, and immediately after his last day he called Sawyer, requesting that they meet somewhere private. Sawyer was a little apprehensive, but decided to meet him out of sheer curiosity. And boy was it a meeting. When Sawyer got back to his apartment he called me and asked me to come over right away—he said he didn't want to discuss this over the phone.
"Luke—what did Taylor have to say? You're a little pale right now."
"You won't believe this" and he pointed to a cardboard box on his coffee table. "Open it."
I took the lid off, and pulled out several documents and started reading one of them, then looked up him in shock "What the fuck is all of this?"
"Those are the NDAs that Grey had all of his whores sign, along with their BDSM contracts and the blackmail photos he took of them. Those are the originals, and the only copies that Grey has. Without those, those women are free to talk to anybody about their time with him, and there is nothing he can do about it."
"Holy shit! Won't Taylor get sued for taking these and giving them to you? What about his NDA?"
"He also grabbed his NDA and mine as well. Grey can't do anything to either of us now without them. Taylor also edited the CCTV footage at Escala from his visit there Friday afternoon so nobody will know that he was there, so Grey will probably think Ana took all of this when she left."
Sawyer continued "And you aren't going to believe this, but that whore is still living at Escala! When Taylor went there to pick up his personal things, he could tell that someone had been there recently, and when he reviewed the CCTV tapes sure enough, she was still there. Every morning she left for work and came back every night about the same time. She also drives a red Audi like Grey bought for all of his subs. Taylor said she just made herself right at home, acting like she belonged there. That's when he had enough and decided to grab all of this stuff—Grey still kept all of that shit in the safe in his office at Escala, and he had the combination, as did Ana."
I just sat there, staring at Sawyer, not able to speak. Finally after a few minutes I get my voice back and laugh "Do you have any idea what we can do with all of this? If these whores are free to talk without having to worry about him coming after them"… my voice trailed off and my mind was going 100 MPH in 100 different directions. "Where is Taylor now?"
"He and Gail are on their way to Vancouver now. He starts his new job in another week, and they want to get settled in their new house and relax for a few days after dealing with all of this. When he handed me the box, he looked me in the eyes and said "Do what you want with this….Ana and the baby deserve revenge."
And revenge is what they will get.
Through my chain of contacts in the journalism world, I was able to get all the damning evidence to the right people at TMZ. Somehow, Luke managed to get the original NDAs back to the subs without being involved directly, and TMZ contacted them to set up interviews, and after offering them payment for their stories, a few of them were more than willing to talk about their time with "Master."
He gave the whore a copy of her NDA, convincing her that it was the original, and she jumped at the chance to tell her story for a fee, thinking she was now in the clear to disclose their relationship…
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She is in for one hell of a shock after the show; I smirk and wickedly think to myself.
After Luke left, I looked through more of the documents, and they made my stomach churn…the blackmail photos Grey took of his subs were beyond disgusting.
Several weeks after they got married, Grey had to go out of town for a few days and Ana had me over for dinner and some girl time. After dinner we had a few bottles of wine and got a little tipsy, and she showed me their playroom and told me about his previous lifestyle. She told me how that pedophile hag got her claws into him when he was 15 and introduced him to the lifestyle. Ana said he left the lifestyle for her because she refused to participate in the extreme shit like these pictures portrayed, but confessed that they had a very healthy and kinky sex life. She made it perfectly clear that she did not allow him to hit or punish her, though. I smiled, and told her that I also enjoyed being spanked and tied up, so I understood the thrill of light BDSM, but nothing like Grey used to practice.
Ana told me how much she despised the bitch troll, as she called her, and would love nothing more than to bring her down one day. Ana was certain she still was abusing young boys, and wanted to see her outed and prosecuted as a pedophile, but doing so would expose her husband.
Well, that's not really a concern anymore. I know a few people who could get this juicy tidbit of information to the right folks at the Seattle PD…
Camile POV
It's been 5 days since the funeral, and I still have not heard from Christian. I expected he would at least call or stop by over the weekend after things had quieted down, but nothing. I thought for sure he would respond to the naked picture I sent to him... My phone is full of pictures and videos of us...he got a burner phone the week we spent together when she was in New York, and he would take pictures and videos as he was ramming that monster cock into me, and would then send them to me throughout the day, telling me what he was going to do to me that night…he also sent me a couple of videos of him stroking himself and shooting all over the sink in the bathroom of his office. I guess I will just have to be happy watching those until I get the real thing back.
I was shocked when I found out that the little Missus knew about us and had divorce papers drawn up. I would have thought that with her gone now, he would come crawling back to me, and apologize for his behavior in Chicago. I know he needs to play the grieving husband for public appearances, but he could have at least called.
I thought about driving out to the house on the sound Sunday, but I decided to just wait until he called me... I didn't want to seem clingy. I have never been inside the house, but we drove by it one night when we went for a ride in his R8 after he moved out. My mind wanders back to that night…
I can't wait to move into the house on the sound. Escala is nice, but once I saw that house on the Sound I decided that is where I wanted live. I wonder if they have a playroom there, too. When I mentioned to him that I couldn't wait to live there, I noticed him clench his jaw and his entire demeanor changed…I must have struck a nerve. When we got home later that evening, he dragged me into the bedroom, bent me over the end of the bed, pushed up my skirt and ripped off my panties and spanked me hard. He had never spanked me before, even though recently I had started dropping hints that I wanted to do more. That night we did more…the Dom in him finally came out. He started out spanking me hard with his hand, but when I started moaning and getting wet, he took off his belt and used it instead, and then fucked me harder than he ever had before. I could barely sit the next day, but God, I loved every minute of it. Since then we have slowly progressed into doing more and more…he has tied me up, used the spreader bar on me, and whipped me with a riding crop. We have not yet ventured into his playroom but I'm sure we will in very soon… that door is always locked and keeps the key with him. I know he wants to take me in there because I can tell that he misses the hardcore stuff. When we fuck it's never been gentle lovemaking-it's hard, rough, animalistic fucking…just how I like it. I know he wants a full on BDSM relationship, and as soon as I have the ring on my finger, he will have it. Until then, I will just dangle the carrot in front of him.
It's Monday morning and I am driving into work. Erica was out all day Wednesday—later I found out she was at her funeral, but the rest of the week she was either holed up in her office or gone, so I never got a chance to talk to her—I was hoping to find out more info about the divorce…her office was unlocked Friday when I went home, but I could not find the file anywhere…she must have locked it in her safe or taken it with her.
A few minutes after I walk into my office, her PA calls and tells me that Erica would like to see me in the conference room in a few minutes. I set my briefcase down and head over to the conference room, knock, and walk in.
Erica is sitting on the opposite side of the table, next to a gentleman I don't recognize. They both have serious looks on their faces and I wonder what is going on.
"Good morning, Ms. Davis" Erica says, coldly. "I will get right to the point. It has been brought to my attention that you are in willful violation Section 5, paragraph 2 of the Employee Ethics and Code of Conduct Policy that you signed when you were hired. Are you aware of this?"
I have no clue what she is talking about so I just stare at her, and I see anger radiating off her body.
She continues "let me refresh your memory. This section of the policy addresses behaviors and acts that this firm considers unethical and immoral. Being a firm that specializes in divorce, adultery is at the top of that list. This policy clearly states that any employee who is involved in an extramarital affair is in direct violation of this policy…you signed and acknowledged that you were aware of this policy, and you stated that you have never been in or are currently in a relationship with a married person. You also agreed that in the future you would not enter into a relationship with a married person."
I feel the blood slowly draining from my face as I realized where this conversation is going, but I am unable to form a sentence.
"So, when you signed this paperwork, you committed a crime—you lied. Not only were you in a relationship with a married person before you began working here, you continued in that relationship after you started."
Finally I find my voice, and ask "What business is my personal life of yours?"
"Your personal life is my business, Ms. Davis. My firm specializes in divorce and custody. How do you think it going to reflect on my firm that of one of my attorneys was involved with a married man, and that relationship resulted in divorce papers being filed? Did you really think you could keep your relationship with Christian Grey a secret? If that man sneezes the papers report it as he is dying of cancer. Do you really think you could be seen in public with him and not have it splashed across the papers the next day that he was cheating on his wife? Or is what that what you were hoping for—maybe speed up the divorce process?"
I didn't know what to say. She then opened a file and slid some pictures across the table.
Holy fucking shit. One was a picture of Christian fucking me on the desk in his office, another one of us on the balcony of the hotel room in Detroit, and one of us in the bar at the Fairmont. But what startles the most is the one of me in the club in Boston, shackles around my ankles with my legs spread wide open and bent over a table with dildo the size of a horse's dick up my ass while one of my Doms has his cock shoved down my throat, fucking my mouth.
"How did you get these?" I screamed at her.
"That's not important…the point is, you were involved with married men before and after you started working here. You lied on your paperwork about the affairs, which means I can, and will, terminate your employment immediately."
Trying to save face, I look at her and sneer "So what. I had offers from several other firms besides yours. I'll have no problem finding another job. Excuse me," and I stand up and start to walk away.
Just then the gentleman spoke up "Not so fast, Ms. Davis. Sit down. We have more good news for you."
I stare at him, and suddenly I feel sick. Just the look in his eyes tells me I don't want to hear what he has to say.
He looks me dead in the eyes and I feel myself cower a little as he continues speaking "Attorneys are bound by a code of ethics. Your unethical behavior was partly responsible for the death of a beautiful, innocent young woman and her unborn son. That aside, Ms. Castel is legally bound to report you to the Office of Disciplinary Counsel for the State of Washington because you falsified paperwork. Your conduct will be reviewed, and the panel will decide on your punishment. You can receive anything from a slap on the wrist, to a suspension of your license for an undetermined period of time, or even disbarment. I have friends who owe me favors, and I can pretty much guarantee that you will be disbarred.
And even if you aren't, your days of practicing law are over-no firm will hire a liar. And as soon as the word is leaked out in the BDSM community about your plan to fuck over Christian Grey, nobody will trust you. You will be lucky to sell yourself on the street corner for a quick $20 fuck." He glares at me while it all sinks in to me before saying " I'm sure you also wouldn't want your parents and siblings to see these pictures, so it's in your best interest to go away, and go away quietly, I might add" he hissed through his teeth.
Just then there is a knock on the door, and Erica looks at me "Ms. Davis, security will escort you back to your office to get your personal items, and then they will escort you out of the building. Here is your paycheck and your termination report."
I get up to leave, and as I am almost to the door Erica says "On a personal note, Ms. Davis, I am a true believer in Karma, and I think you are about to eat at the Karma Cafe… I cannot wait to hear of your downfall. Now, get out of my building, you fucking whore."
What the fuck just happened? How the fuck did she get those pictures? I need to call Christian and have him help me out of this mess. I remember him telling me at the restaurant that night that he would be willing to take my resume and pass it on to his dad….this is partially his fault, anyway.
I throw the box of stuff from my desk in my car, start it up and drive out of the parking garage, heading to the house on the sound.
45 minutes later I pull up to the security gate at his house and am met by one of his Men in Black. "I need to see Christian right now'
"Ma'am, Mr. Grey is not available. I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises."
"This is an emergency-I need to see him now, you idiot" I scream at him.
"Ma'am, if you do not leave immediately, I will call the police and have you arrested for trespassing. Now, back up and leave."
"I'm not leaving until I see him, so just open the fucking gate and let me in, you asshole."
He walks into his little booth and makes a phone call, and A few minutes later another goon comes driving up and gets out of his car and walks up to me.
"Ms. Davis, Mr. Grey is not available at this time. He said he will see you tomorrow afternoon about 2:00. Where are you staying?"
"I'm still living at Escala. Tell him I will be there all day since I am no longer employed" and I climb into my car and drive off.
Finally I will get to see him again. I can't wait. I will be the supportive friend, a shoulder to cry on while he grieves. He will see that I truly care for him, and that we can have a future together. We will just have to keep it on the QT until enough time has passed that is appropriate for him to start dating again. I can live with that.
I grin, and head back to Escala, by way of the salon. I get the works done…I want to be ready for when he arrives tomorrow. After I am done I stop at Agent Provocateur and pick up some naughty lingerie. I want this reunion to be mind blowing for both of us.
Since I am now unemployed I am hoping he will just fully support me. I can continue to live her at Escala and he can stop by anytime he wants, and stay the night when possible. I realize he needs to keep up appearances and will need to stay at the house on the sound sometimes, but Escala is so much more convenient…
The next day
I am getting a bit antsy…it's almost 2:00 and Christian should be here anytime. I am wearing my new lingerie under a short silk robe that I bought yesterday afternoon. It covers everything, but barely. He won't be able to keep his hands off me.
I hear the elevator ping, and not wanting to look anxious, I walk into the kitchen so it doesn't look like I was standing here, waiting for him.
I hear footsteps walking across the floor, and when I walk into the great room, there stands an older man I have never seen before, along with the goon from his house yesterday.
I look at him, and then ask "Who are you?"
"Are you Camile Davis?"
"Yes, I am. Again, who are and where is Christian"
"I am Brian Atkinson, Mr. Grey's attorney " He then hands me an envelope and tells me I have been served with a restraining order, and that I have 30 minutes to gather my belongings and leave, or I will be arrested for trespassing.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I've been living here for over a month, at Mr. Grey's request. I'm not leaving until I talk to him. He was supposed to be here today, not you. You call him and tell him to get his ass over here, NOW!" I scream at him.
"Ma'am, you now have 29 minutes to gather your belongings and leave. I suggest you start packing. Mr. Grey also wanted me to remind you of the NDA you signed, and what the consequences will be if you break it."
That fucking bastard. Who the hell does he think he is, treating me like this? Sicking his lawyer on me and throwing me out like trash!
"There is no way I can get all of my stuff out of here in 30 minutes. Where am I supposed to go?"
"Mr. Grey will make arrangements to have whatever you leave boxed up and delivered to you if you will provide me with an address where they can be sent. Again, the clock is ticking."
I storm off into the bedroom and start shoving my clothes into suitcases, trying to decide what I will need immediately. At the same time I am calculating how much money I have in my checking account and how long it will last living in a hotel.
25 minutes later I have packed as much as I can and drag my suitcases into the living room. I forgot to change out of my robe, so I run back into the bedroom and throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie.
The goon grabs my bags and takes them to the elevator and carries them to my car. The lawyer follows us to the car and reminds me that I am not allowed to contact Mr. Grey by any means from here on out, and hands me his card and tells me to give him an address to have the rest of my belongings delivered.
"Mr. Grey is graciously allowing you to keep the car, provided you obey the restraining order and the NDA. If you violate either one of those, he will take back possession of the car, and prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law. Do you understand, Ms. Davis?"
"Yes. Tell Mr. Grey I said he can go fuck himself" and I get in the car and drive off.
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
Kate POV
I just heard from a little birdie that an arrest of a major Seattle socialite is going down this afternoon, so I called my boss and gave him the address and told him it would be in his best interest to have a camera crew and reporter there about 4:00. He chuckled and said he hoped he never got on my bad side, and then hung up. I am so glad that this is happing the night before the TMZ show…the timing was perfect.
I poured a glass of wine, texted Erica what time it was happening, and sat back and waited. Luke is on his way over and we are going to watch "the show" together.
A little while later Luke texts me that he is here, so I buzz the door lock and let him up. He has been a busy man these past 2 weeks. Between him and Taylor they know enough people who don't exist who were more than willing to help our cause…even some of Ray's retired Army buddies wanted to help. Apparently Army men are very protective of their daughters…
Luke brings Chinese take-out with, so we kick back and enjoy a late lunch while waiting for the show to start. I have the TV on but it is muted.
"Is everything set for tomorrow night?" I ask him?
"Yep. The taped portion of the show is scheduled to start at 8:00, and they have her interview scheduled for the last 15 minutes of the show.
I just nod and we continue to eat in silence. A few minutes later I see a breaking new story come on, and I unmute the TV.
"Looks like the show is about to start."
"Good afternoon Seattle. This is Nicole Jackson reporting live from in front of the home of Seattle Salon owner Elena Lincoln. Elena Lincoln is the ex-wife of Eric Lincoln, the owner and CEO of Lincoln Timber, the 2nd largest timber manufacturer in the state. Mrs. Lincoln owns the exclusive chain of salons Esclava, which are located throughout Seattle and Bellevue, and cater to the upper class. Approximately 15 minutes ago, officers from the Seattle PD and several FBI agents entered the home of Mrs. Lincoln, armed with a warrant for her arrest. The officers would not give us any more information at this time, so we will have to wait and see what unfolds."
Just then there is commotion at the front door, and out comes several officers, dragging a screaming Elena Lincoln with them. She is wearing a skin tight, black leather open bust corset and 6' black spikes, leaving nothing to the imagination.
An ambulance pulls up, and as they are dragging her down the sidewalk towards the waiting police car, the paramedics rush into the house, pushing a gurney.
"God, I wonder what or who they have found inside" I mutter to myself.
Luke hasn't said a word—he is just staring at the screen.
Elena hasn't stopped screaming, fighting, kicking and clawing, and finally they get her to the police car and shove her in the back seat. She is screaming and wailing so loud she sounds like a cat whose tail was slammed in the door, and the cruiser pulls away. I feel sorry for the 2 officers in the car….they are going to be deaf by the time they get her to the station.
Finally the detective in charge walks down the driveway where everyone is behind held back and begins speaking:
"At approximately 3:45 PM this afternoon, officers of the Seattle Police Department, along with agents of the FBI entered the home of Elena Lincoln with a signed search warrant. The Seattle PD had received an anonymous tip that Mrs. Lincoln had in her possession several photographs and videos of herself engaging in various sexual acts with minors. When we entered her home, we found evidence to substantiate this accusation, and Mrs. Lincoln was arrested and taken into custody.
At this time we cannot comment further as this is an ongoing investigation. Thank you."
All the reporters start asking questions, but he walks back into the house, and several officers step in up, keeping the reporters at bay.
I look at Luke and smile and turn off the TV. I have no desire to watch any more…tomorrow night is the real show. I am sure Grey has heard already, or will hear very soon about the bitch troll's arrest and will probably shit bricks, wondering what they are going to find, but that is nothing compared to what is coming tomorrow night.
I get a text from Erica with a thumbs up emoji, and a quick note that she will call later. A few minutes later another text came in from Taylor with a smiley face.
Luke decided to crash at my place for the night…working for Grey all those years instills a bit of paranoia in a person, and he wanted to make sure nobody tried to stop by or harass me. We talked about leaving Seattle for a few weeks after the show airs, but I'm not going to live in fear of that asshole and leave Ray here to deal with all the shit himself.
True to her text, Erica called us about 9:00 to give us the scoop on the bitch troll. From what her contact at SPD told her, when the police entered the home, they found her downstairs in her basement dungeon with a 15 year old boy. He was naked and shackled to a cross with a ball gag in his mouth while Elena was whipping him. When she turned and saw the police, she started slinging the whip at them, and one of the officers had to use his Taser gun on her to bring her down. They said it was pretty funny watching her lying on the ground, twitching for several minutes before they picked her up and hauled her out.
The called for an ambulance for the boy because he had several bloody welts across his back and legs.
After they got him out of there, the crime scene guys went through everything and found hundreds of pictures and videos of some pretty sick shit...a lot of it was with underage boys.
Erica said after they found the pictures in her house, they immediately got warrants to search every one of her salons and any other properties she may own, and they found more damning pictures and videos in the safe in one of her salons.
Erica said that bitch is never going to see the light of day again.
Round 1 to Ana.
The next day
When Luke and I woke up the next morning, we half expected Grey's henchmen to be pounding on my front door, but surprisingly it was very quiet. We crashed about 9:00 last night, opting not to watch any more of the news about the bitch troll's arrest…Erica will keep us updated on that storm front, but I am anxious for the TMZ broadcast tonight.
Luke, Erica, and I watched the interviews with Grey's subs, and gave our approval for them to air exactly as we saw. There was nothing derogatory about Ana in any of the interviews…we made it perfectly clear if they spewed any shit about Ana we would not allow their interviews would to be aired. I was surprised that none of them had anything bad to say about Ana, just that they were envious of her for getting more.
The real entertainment is going to be the whore's interview. She has no clue what the first part of the show is about—they are keeping her in a secluded dressing room in the back of the studio, away from everyone else with no TV or cell phone, and that's where they are doing the interview.
Luke and I stayed in most of the day, just to be safe. I'm sure by now Grey has heard of the bitch troll's arrest and is probably downtown at SPD with his lawyer and checkbook in hand, trying to bribe anyone to destroy any pictures or videos of him they may have found in Elena's basement.
Good luck with that, Mr., Grey.
The afternoon drags by, and finally 8:00 arrives and it's show time. Luke and I sit in front of the TV, eagerly waiting for the commercials to end and the show to start. The last commercial is one for Trojan Condoms and we both about die of laughing. If only they knew…
"Hold on to your hats, Seattle! TMZ has a story for you tonight.
"As some of you may have heard, almost 3 weeks ago Anastasia Grey, wife of billionaire Christian Grey, was killed in a tragic car accident when she was on her way to visit her father in Montesano.
Some of you may remember when their relationship first became public knowledge…how surprised the public was, as Mr. Grey had never been seen in public with a woman other than his mother or sister.
Little Miss Anastasia Steele came out of nowhere, and managed to take Seattle's Most Eligible Bachelor off the market in just a matter of a few months."
The reporter went on to show photos of Ana and Christian together, as well as photos of Ana from her childhood. They talked about Ana's childhood, college life, how she and Grey met, and their whirlwind romance and fast trip to the altar. They dispelled the rumors that Ana trapped Christian by getting pregnant, or that she was just a common gold digger; instead they showed the real Ana—the simple girl with simple tastes—what attracted Christian to her. They portrayed their marriage as the perfect fairy tale.
"However, TMZ has recently discovered that, just before Mrs. Grey's untimely death, their marriage was far from the fairy tale that was portrayed in the media.
While the PR department at GEH reported that Mrs. Grey was on her way to visit her father in Montesano, TMZ has learned that was only partially true.
It appears that the real reason Mrs. Grey was traveling to Montesano was because she had filed for divorce and left her husband.
Our sources tell us that the week before she filed for divorce, Mrs. Grey discovered that her husband had been cheating on her for the past several weeks. TMZ now has the pictures and videos to prove this. And that is just the tip of the iceberg. Apparently Mr. Grey had moved out of the couple's home in Bellevue 3 weeks prior to being served with divorce papers because Mrs. Grey was pregnant and refused to get an abortion after he demanded that she get one.
At the time of his wife's death, Mr. Grey was living in their Escala penthouse in Seattle with his mistress, Camile Davis.
So, stay tuned after the commercial break, and TMZ will share with you the videos and pictures of Christian Grey and his mistress, Camile Davis, engaging in various sexual activities, some even in public locations."
Luke and I sat there quietly watching, holding our breath. So far, there have been no surprises-they are following the exact script we agreed on. I looked at Luke and asked "So—what do you think Grey is doing right now?"
"I'm pretty sure he's on the phone, screaming at Welch and his lawyers to shut down the broadcast, and threatening everyone and their family that he is going to sue them."
I laugh "I bet if you open the door you can hear him yelling!"
A few minutes later, the show comes back on, and they start back up right where they left off:
"Welcome back to TMZ! For those of you now joining us, we left off with breaking news of Christian Grey's extramarital affair, and TMZ has the photos and videos and will be sharing them with our viewers. We must warn you that these pictures and videos are very sexually explicit, so you might want to send the kiddies to bed right now. As you can see from the date stamp on this first video, it seems that Mr. Grey was cheating on his wife at least 8 weeks before her unfortunate death.
They start with the video of them in the bar at the Fairmont where she's on her knees under the table, then it then it switches to them fucking in the back room. The next one is a video from the hotel in Chicago where they were fucking on the balcony of their room. Next up are several photos of them in various locations, in various positons, in various stages of undress, and she's either sucking him off or he's got his hands inside her panties; there's even a few photos of them fucking up against his car, and
they finish the show with a video of them fucking in his car in what I am assuming is the parking garage at GEH.
The clip ends, and the hostess from TMZ comes back on.
"Wow. Did they ever use a bed? It appears that the Golden Boy of Seattle isn't so much golden as he is tainted. Next up, after commercial break we have an interview with 3 of Mr. Grey's former partners, and you aren't going to believe what we mean by partners…
Luke looks at me and smirks. "I would so love to be a fly on the wall in Grey's house right now. To be honest with you, I am surprised that none of this was leaked to Grey before tonight and he had the opportunity to shut it down. Whoever your contacts are, they are good, Kate."
"They are the best. We went over the contract with them, and the only people who knew about this were the producer, the host, and one small camera crew. My contact wouldn't have approached the producer if they didn't trust him 100%. I know it's gossip news, but to get the exclusive and run the show before any rumors had even started to surface about Grey heating is huge. The gossip rags are going to eat him up from here on out."
The show came back on, so we turned our attention back to the TV.
"As promised, TMZ had more surprises in store for you regarding Christian Grey and his not-so-private-anymore life.
We have learned that before he met Mrs. Grey, Christian Grey was a Dominant and engaged in a BDSM lifestyle. He had contracted relationships with women who were also in the lifestyle, which may explain why he was never seen in public with a woman.
Tonight we have an interview with 3 of his former partners, or submissives, who will shed a little more light on the dark side of Christian Grey"
The camera switches over, and a video begins of the host interviewing 3 women. She introduces them by their first names, and then asks them to explain their relationship with Grey.
One of them starts talking "We had contracts with Master..." but she is interrupted by the hostess
"I'm sorry, but who is Master?"
"Master is Mr. Grey. That is what we called him—Master or Sir. We were not allowed to address him by his name. We each had contracts with him which specifically outlined what we were willing to do and not do."
They all spend the next 20 minutes explaining BDSM, and discussing their contracts, hard limits, soft limits, rules they had to follow, punishments the received for not following the rules; listening to them, they all sounded like Stepford wives…mindless clones. They told her how Mistress Elena would screen subs for Master, and when he wanted a new sub, he would call Mistress Elena and she would set up interviews with prospective subs, and he would choose one if he liked her, and negotiate a contract. Most contracts were for 3 months and then they would be cancelled or extended, and either party could cancel a contract at any time.
The talked about how generous he was—all the gifts he bought for the, paying for their apartments, buying their cars, and even a few of them he paid for their education. They explained their weekend arrangements of showing up at 8:00 Friday night and leaving at 1:00 Sunday afternoon, and that he had total control over them during that period.
"So let me get this straight-he didn't pay you for your services in cash, but instead he gave you very expensive gifts, bought you cars, covered all of your living expenses while you were "under contract" to him, and for some of you he paid for your education?"
"Yes. That was the arrangement. Master was very generous."
"Did he have this type of relationship with Mrs. Grey?"
"No. She refused to do BDSM, so Master turned vanilla to be with her."
"Excuse me, turned vanilla?"
"Yes—vanilla. She wasn't into BDSM, so he had to leave the lifestyle to be with her…they had a regular relationship. After he met her, he didn't want anything to do with us. He loved her and gave her more…."
They talked for a little while longer, and finally the hostess broke in "OK ladies, we are out of time. Thank you for sharing your stories with us and giving us a little insight on Christian Grey" and then went to another commercial break.
"I wonder if they are going to figure out who Mistress Elena is." Luke asked me.
"Oh, I'm sure it will come out in the very near future. If they find any pictures or videos of Grey I am sure they connection will be made immediately. Can you imagine the repercussions of him being linked to a pedophile?"
A minute later the show starts again, and this is what we have been waiting for—the interview with the whore.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome back. We have one last surprise for you tonight. In our studio, live, we have none other than Christian Grey's mistress, Camile Davis. Ms. Davis was willing to come on our show and talk about her 2 month long affair with the Not So Golden Boy of Seattle."
They switch the camera back stage to the small dressing room, where the interview will take place with a different host.
"Ms. Davis thank you for coming tonight. I'm not sure where to start, so why don't you tell us in your words how you met Christian Grey and became involved with him."
"I met him several years ago in Boston when I was attending Harvard. He was in town on business and I was still in Law School. We met in a club one night and just hit it off—there was definitely a connection between us, and even though he was only in town for a few days, we spent almost every minute together until he had to leave. We tried a long distance relationship for a while, but it just didn't work out, so after 6 months we parted ways as friends.
3 months ago, the company I worked for was being bought out by GEH, and the owner, my boss, asked me to fly to Seattle with him to sit in on the contract negotiation. I had no idea I would be dealing with Christian, so when I walked into the conference room at GEH I was shocked to see him sitting there. He smiled at me when he shook my hand and asked how I had been. I felt a spark when our hands touched, and I knew he felt it too. After the deal was closed, he asked us dinner to celebrate, and my boss and I met him later that evening.
After dinner, my boss went back up to his room and Christian asked me to join him in the bar for a drink. I knew he was married, and I asked him what his wife would think of him having drinks with another woman, and he told me that what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
After a few glasses of wine, things started to get a little cozy, and a little while later we found ourselves upstairs in my room.
I felt guilty since I knew he was married, but it was obvious that night that he didn't care.
Since he knew that I would be out of a job shortly, he asked me to relocate to Seattle so we could continue to see each other, and he offered me a job in his legal department if I wanted one. He also told me I could stay at his Escala penthouse since he and his wife moved to Bellevue and they never used it anymore. Plus he said itt would be easier for him to come and go since everyone was used to seeing him there.
I was able to get on with a firm in Seattle, so I relocated a few weeks later, and we have been seeing each other since. He left his wife 3 weeks ago and moved in with me full time. He was planning on divorcing her even before she was killed in the accident."
The host looks at her and we can tell she is trying to keep a straight face.
"Wow. That is quite a story, Ms. Davis. Have you spoken to Christian Grey since the accident?"
"I spoke with him a few days ago, and told him I was going public with our relationship, and he agreed with me that it was a good idea. After all, they were separated and getting divorced, so what did it matter if he was in relationship already? Their marriage was over-it was just a matter of the divorce being finalized."
"Again, that is quite a story. Ms. Davis, are you sure that is the story you want to go with?"
"Excuse me? What do you mean, the story I want to go with? It's not a story, it's the truth. I don't appreciate what you are implying. We are deeply in love, and we planned on marrying as soon as his divorce was final."
"Ms. Davis, we have proof that you participated in BDSM while you were attending Harvard, and that Christian Grey was a one-time client of yours…there was no relationship spanning 6 months and you did not part as friends. You were nothing more than a paid whipping post for Mr. Grey that night. We have a signed statement from your college roommate where she outlines your entire plan to get your claws into Mr. Grey and his checking account once you found out who he was.
We also have a video of the night at the Fairmont you spoke about earlier, and it's nowhere close to what you described. We see you and Mr. Grey and your boss having dinner, then it appears that you asked Mr. Grey to have a drink with you at the bar, and shortly thereafter you are under the table performing oral sex on him before you both venture into the back room at the bar, where the video picks up as you and Mr. Grey have sex on top of a table. At the end of the video, it shows walking out of the bar and getting into his car and leaving. At no time did he go to your room at the Fairmont. In fact, we have a copy of a restraining order he filed against you just last week, and an order to vacate his penthouse immediately. So, forgive me for not believing this fairy tale you have just spun about your relationship.
Are you aware that Mrs. Grey had filed for divorce? Are you aware that the reason she was on her way to her father's house is because she found out her husband was cheating on her with you and wanted a divorce? You are part of the reason she was on the road that day, Ms. Davis. Whether you want to admit it or not you are indirectly responsible for the death of her and her unborn child…do you not feel any remorse for that?" The host snarled at her.
"I had nothing to do with her death or the baby. Her husband is the one who broke his vows, not me. Besides, he didn't even want the kid. He told her to get an abortion, and when she refused, he moved out. Their deaths are on his hands, not mine."
"How can you sit there and not feel any remorse for your actions? You are correct in that Mr. Grey is the one who broke his vows, but you targeted him, knowing full well that he was married. That makes you nothing more than a gold digging opportunist. And so what if HE didn't want his child…that doesn't mean that Mrs. Grey didn't want her baby, or her father or Mr. Grey's parents didn't want their grandson. How can you not have a care in the world about how your selfish actions have affected the lives of several innocent people? Have you no soul? You sicken me, Ms. Davis. This interview is over."
They go to commercial break, and when they come back they talk about next week's show for the final few minutes.
Round 2 to Ana.
Camile POV
How dare that bitch call me out like that… who the fuck does she think she is, judging me? And where the fuck did they get all those pictures and videos? I can't believe my fucking college roommate sold me out like that either.
I grab my purse and get the hell out of here. When I get outside, I don't see the car and driver who brought me here, so I hail a cab and head back to my hotel room.
I may not have bagged the elephant with Grey, but the money they paid me for this interview will be enough to last me for several years. I'll just move to some nice, quiet small town and hide for a while. My career as a lawyer might be over, but I know how to make money…Rich Doms are everywhere…
The cab pulls up to my hotel and I pay the driver and walk across the lobby to the elevator. I step in the elevator and when the door closes, I close my eyes and lean against the wall, willing the elevator to go faster.
I get to my room an order a bottle of wine from room service and fill the bathtub-I need a good soak before I go to bed.
The next morning I am checking flights to Hawaii…I'm gonna splurge and take a week to sit on a beach and relax before figuring out where I want to go next.
I hear a knock on the door, thinking its room service with my breakfast, but when I open the door there stands a man I have never seen before.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you Camile Davis?"
"Yes, who are you?"
"I represent Christian Grey. I am informing you that you are being sued for violating the NDA you signed. There is a copy of the NDA in this envelope along with the complaint filed against you by Mr. Grey. Your bank accounts and all assets have been frozen, and I suggest you retain an attorney to represent you in the matter. You've been served" and he hands me a thick envelope and walks away.
Round 3 to Ana.
