I'm terribly sorry for the delay. I was engrossed in my other story and there was a shit of drama to sort through with that, haha. I'll be sticking to a once a week posting schedule for this story, I hope to, otherwise definitely twice a month at least. Thank you to the new follows and reviews... you know how to make a girl smile.

Till then let's see what our girl, Ana/Pornstar Pam has been up to along with the fireworks I was talking about.

Chapter song: National Anthem - Lana Del Rey.

Chapter 15 – summer's in the air and baby heaven's in your eyes.

CPOV

Tuesday afternoon

"You fucker." Elliot growls as he wipes his face trying to get rid of the evidence of my spit take from just a few seconds ago.

I'm still laughing my ass off. Life is just tragically hilarious sometimes.

"I'm sorry, Lel but... holy shit this is hilarious you have to admit."

"GETTING THE CLAP IS NOT FUCKING HILARIOUS C." He bellows and gets up to use the bathroom in my office. He emerges a few seconds later after washing his face and his hair.

"I'm sorry... you're right it's not hilarious but...honestly E... the fact that you got the clap when you were monogamous for a year and half, well... that's some karma courtesy of all the women you've lead on."

"Fuck you, asshole." Elliot growls with a tense face.

"You know what this means right?"

"I'm going to kill her. Fucking hell... this will blow my chance with Katya."

"True but at least you can get rid of the clap in a week or two, it could've been worse."

He looks away and buries his face in his hands. "C, I was devoted to her. I mean, with the exception of Katya which I honestly can't control, I have been absolutely faithful... physically at least. FUCK." He gets up and starts walking back and forth.

"Listen, I'll have her followed." Technically, I already have surveillance on her but we'll increase it. "And we'll get to the bottom of this. I'll have Welch take care of it." I don't give a shit, we're going for a full invasion protocol. I need to know

"I want to know where the fuck she's been and who she's been fucking behind my back... in the mean time this evening I'm going to pay her visit."

"Don't do anything stupid, E."

"I won't... I know I need to be careful but I swear to God C... " He shakes his head. I know he's frustrated and most of all hurt at the betrayal.

Later that evening.

"So, you and Ana are a thing?" Mia wiggles her eyebrows.

"You already know we are, why are you asking?"

"Just cause." She shrugs with smirk. "I'm serious though, don't fuck it up with her."

I know, I know... you'll kill me. She's already given me a preview of how she land me on my ass. Almost ripped my trachea out."

"WHAT? This I have got to know."

"She saw Saywer and well... it didn't go all that well for me. I ended up on the floor with her hand seconds away from ripping my trachea out."

Mia laughs out loud. "You know what this means right? You absolutely have to marry her, Christian."

"Don't worry, I'm working on it." I murmur.

"I was kidding by the way." She takes a sip of her drink.

"I'm not kidding. I know she's the one."

Mia almost chokes on her wine. "Hold on a second... are you for real?"

"Mia, you know me, I don't just say shit for the sake of saying it. I'm serious. Theo said I'll know when I find it and I've found it with Ana."

She blows out a breath and rubs her hand on her forehead. "You need to be smart about because you will freak her out. She's very... she over-analyzes everything. She's a sweetheart but those trust issues are rooted in deep. Not to mention she can probably kill you with one smack."

"Yeah, I know... " I'll do whatever I need to do to prove to her I'm in this for the long haul. Even if it means waiting a little while.

We continue to talk and we discuss her plans to fly out to Paris in August to meet Joe. I honestly thought it would be a phase but she seems really serious about it. I know Mom and Dad are a little skeptical because she's so young but they haven't said anything so far.

About 20 minutes later we hear Elliot walking through my apartment yelling as he gets closer to the media room.

"She had the nerve to accuse me or sleeping around." He shouts as he paces in front of us. "She started crying and guess what... SHE FUCKING PREGNANT. SHE'S CLAIMING IT'S MINE. 6 WEEKS. FUCKING HELL..."

Mia and I look at each other, completely dumbfounded.

"She's lying... did she show you an ultrasound? How do we even know it's really yours?" Mia asks.

"Yeah she showed it to me... fucking hell, what if it really is mine? I'm so fucking screwed, guys." He runs his hands through his hair. I get up to get the hard liquor because that is the only thing that will get us through this discussion. That's the only thing I can contribute to this situation. I hand him a glass of bourbon and he throws it back like it's nothing.

"She's already called mom and told her and of course Mom is over the fucking moon and has been blowing up my phone. I can't talk to her... I mean... this is a FUCKING MESS."

"Oh fuck that, we need to tell Mom everything." Mia looks at me. "Christian, you need to have your henchmen do some deep background check shit and find out what the fuck Kavanagh is up to. We cannot be connected to that family through the devil's spawn. And if by some miracle that kid really is yours E, we need to petition for full custody and fully brainwash the kid. We can't let her shadow anywhere the kid." Mia says in all seriousness.

"I'll have Welch look into it. Till then, E... she need to have a paternity test."

"I fucking told her that and she says she won't do any invasive tests that can possibly hurt the baby."

Mia snorts and takes a gulp of her wine. "Bullshit, I'm sure Mom knows people who can verify that. It's 2020, I'm sure they've come up with non-invasive paternity testing during pregnancy."

Elliot shakes his head. "C, I can't deal with this. I mean, I love kids but I'm not ready to be a father and I don't trust her."

I nod. "Look, we'll get to the bottom of this. You need to tell Katya, you can't keep this from her."

He hangs his head in defeat and falls back to the couch.

"I'm sorry E, but Katya is not gonna stick around for that... it's not fair to her if you think about it." Mia says and Elliot nods.

What a fucking mess. A fucking mess.

I called Welch after Mia and Elliot left. We're hacking into Kate's life no matter what. If he has to hire some 4chan hermit then so be it. I want all the information I can find on the Kavanaghs, especially that slimy son of bitch she calls Dad.

APOV

Wednesday night

I console Katya as she cries. We're cuddled in bed and she's a mess. Elliot told her everything this afternoon. She called me as she was leaving the diner and we met up on the train. I told Christian I needed to be with my girl and he understood. Prescott and Sawyer walked us home where they had a car waiting to pick them up after we walked inside and locked up.

Christian had Elliot arrange for a security system to installed at my place. A whole freaking show which his security team will monitor from his castle in the sky. He doesn't want me staying home alone. The man also rented out an apartment for an extra security team to live in and be on alert in the event I may need some help.

I think it's a bit much but holy hell, I will not lie... it makes me feel so cherished.

I take a quick shower and head down to the kitchen to make us dinner while Katya soaks in a relaxing bath. She joins me a little later with puffy eyes. We eat in silence for the most part till we climb into bed and she breaks down. I pull her in close and cuddle with her.

"Why does it hurt so much? We haven't even been together that way and... god Annie I feel like utter shit." she chokes.

"I know babe, I'm so sorry." I try and soothe her.

"I want to stand by him but if that baby is really his... I don't think I want to play mama to the devil's spawn."

"Wait, you want to marry him?" How is this possible, they haven't even had sex yet... I mean, at least have a test drive before you buy the car.

"He's the one, Steele. I can feel it but... I don't know if I can deal with the drama Kate will bring."

"You know, if you decided not to stick around, no one would blame you... this isn't fair to you."

"It isn't fair to him either. He was loyal to her this entire time. I mean I know this past month has been weird but still he didn't try anything with me. He's been a gentleman. Even when we met at the club, he didn't push me for anything, he just wanted to talk and get to know me. We just kissed and I initiated it because I'd been dying to..."

"uh... more like you guys sucked face like a bunch of aliens and there was heavy petting from the play by play you gave me."

She giggles. "Well, yeah... but still he understood that I didn't want to go all the way and thank God I didn't. The clap is not a cute look for me."

"It's not a cute look for anyone Katya." I groan.

"He's insisting that I join you guys for the 4th. Even though his mom is hell bent on getting him and Kate back together, he wants me to come by as Mia's friend... I don't think it's a bad idea."

"I know what you mean but come, I'll be there. Mia knows everything and is on your side. If anything happens, Mia and Christian can help us. We can't let her run our life. We didn't seek them out you know... it's all a coincidence. Our happiness is important too. No one is making Elliot do all this, he wants o be with you. He just has a little obstacle in the way."

"Yeah you're right. Also, I've always wanted to do July 4th like a rich bitch... this may be our only chance." We both laugh. She's right... we need to make the most of this situation.

We stay silent for a while. "I'm going to take a step back." She says quietly. "I'll come to the July 4th weekend because I feel bad for bailing on Mia again but after that... I think it's better that I just remove myself from this situation. If that baby really is his, he needs to give it a proper chance with Kate."

I hold her tight. "I'm on your side. No matter what." She breaks into sobs and I rub her back. Of all the people in the world, she doesn't deserve to be sad like this. None of this is her fault.

Thursday night

I may have only lost my virginity this past weekend but let me tell ya... I've graduated from little miss virgin to full on miss pornstar status and I'm not mad about it. Christian is a sex fiend and I'm not complaining. He knows how to work those god gifted hands, tongue and most of all, that dick. The man can get what he wants, whenever he wants it and I'm just, well... it's been a 22 year old drought and I'm ready for the monsoon he's bringing over. I'm out here singing in the rain.

Pornstar Pam meet Pornstar Pat. Have a blast, kids.

I also hate the taste of cranberry juice, I'd just like to put that out there.

The thrill of doing it in a public or semi-public place really turns the man on. For someone who values their privacy, I find that odd but I'm in for the thrill of it so if we get caught, I'm letting him deal with the fall out. He has a PR team, who knows maybe us getting caught will finally give them excitement and frankly justify what he's probably paying them. Sometimes I think he's trying to conduct experiments for his personal research, trying to see how fast he can get me off, which again, I don't mind because his customer satisfaction rating is at a solid 10 right now.

He also has his incredibly sweet moments. Whenever we're together, he always wants me close. He prefers that I sit in his lap which is sweet but not all that practical when I want to eat my food. He wants to literally feed me, which again, not mad about it except, I like to eat my food in peace and space and preferably without having to second guess myself. I'm not always a lady when I eat.

"You seem a little more relaxed than usual when you get done working a shoot with Jack." He says in a slightly measured tone before taking a sip of his wine.

I'm happily sitting cross legged on the chair with my hair tied up in a messy bun. It was a long ass day being confined in the studio while being the only assistant who was not only in charge of the equipment but also the ridiculous food and beverage orders. The only difference today was that Jack was actually being nice to me. Maybe he hit his head somewhere. I won't question it or get used to it.

"Hmm, he wasn't a dick to me today. He was actually nice so it made my job a little easier but it was still hell in some respects. Still, I'm alive and I've got my health so I can't really complain." I shrug.

"I'm guessing you heard the latest in the Kavanagh-Grey saga."

I quietly nod. I am keeping my mouth shut on this. I don't need any bad karma coming for me.

"Thoughts?"

I shrug. "Not my place to comment. My only concern is Katya and she's taken a step back and I'm going to support her. Life happens, I guess."

"You can tell me whatever you're thinking... we all hate this situation. I mean, my parents are over the moon at the prospect for Kate being pregnant which is fucking annoying but I don't believe for a second that it's Elliot's."

"I guess we'll find out eventually." I say quietly as I pick at my food. I don't want to talk about this.

"Why are you avoiding this conversation?"

"Why are you forcing me to talk about something I don't want to? It's Elliot's life, let him sort it out. It's none of our business." I snap. He just stares at me with a tight jaw but thankfully after a few moments he looks away and goes back to eating.

"I don't want her a part of our lives." he mumbles.

"It's not our place. If she really is pregnant with Elliot's child then that's a reality you will have to accept."

"I don't want it to affect us." I see the concern in his eyes and it floors me for a second.

His words really tug at my heart and it pisses me off that it does. The way he says 'us' makes me want to believe in something that I'm too afraid to sometimes. I feel myself falling a little deeper every day and it scares me.

"Truth is, it will. I'm legally not allowed to be near her, Christian."

"I'm working to get you out of that." He says.

I look away. This is not why I told him everything. "Please don't waste your resources on that."

"I'm not going to let her fuck with you or what we have. I don't care if she really is pregnant with Elliot's kid, I am not going to spare her."

This is going to get ugly. I know it.

I get up and sit in his lap to kiss him deeply. I love that he wants to protect what we have, as new as it is. He wants to protect me.

"How about we just wait and see if the baby is really Elliot's? Don't make any rash decisions. An innocent life is in the middle of all this. Let's not wage an all out war with a pregnant woman... I don't want the bad karma for us." I whisper while looking in his eyes.

"She doesn't deserve it."

I give him a few more pecks. "Can we stop talking about her? I'm tired and I just want to spend time with you and enjoy us... being us."

He gives me what I've now realized is his shy smile and nods. "Okay, let's finish dinner and then we can take a bath."

Once we're done with the bath, I wear one of my usual oversized T-shirts and brush my hair to get rid of my tangles which is a problem from childhood that I have no real cure for. Sometimes, I'm this close to pulling a Britney cause being a girl is too much work.

I walk back into the bedroom and see Christian sitting on the bed going through his phone. He looks up and smiles at me.

"I wanted to show you something." He looks a little too excited but I also see a hint of apprehension. I nod and he leads me to one on of the extra walk-in closets. He told me last time it was empty because it's meant for a significant other and since he lived here alone it remained empty, except when I walk in it's full of clothes and shoes and accessories of every variety... what the hell I feel like into the equivalent of a Kardashian closet.

We stand in the middle of the room and my jaw is on the floor, my eyes are about to fall out of my face...

"Um... Christian, what's all this?" I try to keep my tone as calm as I can.

"I didn't want you shuffling your clothes back and forth, though you're completely welcome to move some of your things here... I wanted you to have a fully stocked closet here whenever you want to get dressed."

I walk around and touch the clothes. Holy fuck, this is some legit shit. Vera Wang, Dior, Chanel... HOLY MAMA CHANEL... this is too much. I can't... why is he doing this?"

"Christian, this is all beautiful but I can't accept this. It's too much. I mean... I don't... like..." fuck, USE YOUR GOD DAMN WORDS ANA. "I mean... look, I thrift my clothes and I'll buy stuff once or twice a year... but in my line of work, comfort is key and all this is just so beautiful and... I can't exactly where a gown to a shoot... and these dresses are so... beautiful but..." I struggle to explain myself.

The difference in both our worlds is made alarmingly apparent through the visual of what's in front of me.

"Ana, don't over think it." His voice brings me back to the here and now. "I want to take care of you and I want you to have the best of everything. I want you to attend functions with me and go to client dinners, you shouldn't have to worry about what to wear... "

"This is too much, Christian... I... we haven't even been together a week, this is just too much..." I shake my head. I feel so uncomfortable right now. "You used to do this for your subs." I look at him. It's not a question but a fact. He explained to me how the arrangements worked. I was curious after reading up on some more aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. I didn't agree with how he practiced it but it wasn't any of my business given it's now all in the past. Except, I still felt a little jealous but this stunt. He's done this for other women... I don't know why I was feeling so insecure and... I can't even find the word to aptly describe how I'm feeling.

"It's not the same, Ana. All of that was out of obligation given the contract. This is out of genuine intention of wanting to take care of you and doing something nice. I sent my personal shopper your details. I told her you were a photographer and sent her some pictures of you and she put this all together. All of this was done with who you are in mind. What I did before was barely in the same realm. This space has been empty ever since I moved in here two years ago. When we first met, I imagined you in here with your things. Getting dressed..." He moves in closer to me and holds my face, running his hands through my hair and massaging my scalp. Smug bastard knows how to distract me. Enemy forces are invading! "... standing here half naked in lingerie while I gawk at you." He whispers before biting my lip and it makes me giggle. "...and now that you're here, I really want to fuck you."

"You always want to fuck me." I mumble trying to suppress a smile.

"Guilty... but there's one more thing, I want to show you." He leads me to one of the drawers and opens them and it's full of really expensive lingerie. Like, this shit screams expensive, what I was wearing that night might as well have been from Target which... Target is the shit, I love that place it's my little slice of heaven on some days but when you're in front of a billionaire sex god, you want to look a little like a classed up goddess.

I can hear Freeloader Fannie yelling 'YASSS BITCH TAKE IT ALLLLLL' in the distance and I'm inclined to follow her advice right now.

"What are you thinking?" He whispers in my ear from behind me while circling his arm around my waist.

"I'm thinking you really kept your promise about buying me all the expensive lingerie."

"Only the best for you Miss Steele." He bites my earlobe making me squirm and laugh. "How about putting on a show for me? I want to see how this cherry colored one looks on you." Suddenly I've lost my voice. Where's Sassy Sally when you need the bitch?

"You're obsessed with cherries aren't you?" I giggle.

"How can I not be? You taste so sweet." He turns my head to face him and kisses me deeply and sucks on my bottom lip before releasing me and taking a seat on a chair nearby.

God, this is so weird. He's watching me and I'm trying my best to pretend he's not in the room but there's always an energy crackling around us when we're in close proximity. It's undeniable. I pick up the items in question, it's a lacy balconette bra that make my boobs look sensational so no complaints here. This is the fanciest my boobs have ever felt actually and I approve of this feeling. Next I put on the lacy high waisted briefs. Now my ass looks and feels amazing. I could totally get used to this.

I start to hear Sabotage Susan whisper some useless shit and I do my best to ignore her as I turn around and lock my eyes with Christian. I'm suddenly so shy but the way he's staring at me, his body leaning forward with elbows resting on his knees, while his index finger rests on his lips that wear a faint smirk. He motions me to walk towards him and pulls me to sit astride him.

"I really like this look, Miss Steele." His voice is husky and Sassy Sally is passed out with an empty bottle of tequila next to her. Suddenly he rips the briefs and his two overeager fingers go exploring my downtown area. Um, hello, uptown needs some love too.

"Christian... you can't keep ripping my panties." I pant. He's thoroughly exploring and it's hard to keep a coherent thought at the forefront of my mind.

"But I can... there's so much more where this all came from..." He whispers before kissing and sucking the skin on my neck. Now, I'm about to pass out.

He makes me cum in no time and sucks the arousal off of his fingers. I just stare at him, he alwas does this but for some reason it always shocks me. I don't know why. I need to repay the favor. He hasn't asked me to go down on him but he's been so... generous that I feel a little guilty. Truth be told, I'm a little curious too. Katya said just go with the flow and think of your favorite flavor popsicle... oh and not to ignore the balls because apparently they have feelings too.

I give him a small kiss and kneel down between his legs. His face is like he's won the fucking lottery. Men are real simpletons sometimes. I bite my lip trying not to laugh and get to work. I stroke him a few times and the moment my lips touch the tip, I hear him hiss out my name and close his eyes reveling in the feeling. I like the pre-cum off and it tastes a little salty but also generally like nothing. I think I'm okay with this gig.

I take him deep till I feel him at the back of my throat. Fun fact, being a dentist's kid, you are almost guaranteed to not have a gag reflex and breathing through your nose while having different apparatuses in your mouth is like an Olympic sport that you master. Anyway, back to my first ever blow job. I think I'm doing well given his heavy breathing and faint moans with calling out my name every now and then... Pam, I think I'm going to get an A on this assignment and she cheers in agreement.

I feel more own firework factory slowly start up as his breathing gets heavier and his body tenses slightly. His hands are in my hair, holding it back. "Ana baby... I'm gonna cum." We lock eyes and I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock before taking him in all the way again and playing with his balls. I feel his grip on my hair tighten and he bucks his hips up a little... yep, it's go time and he roars his release. I will not lie, it's not the most comfortable feeling but mama raised a champ so we're out here sticking it out. Plus hearing him call out my name is such an ego boost. I consume every last drop as I slowly suck him till he's done.

I sit back and try not to smile while he recovers.

"How the fuck do you not have a gag reflex? No way this is your first blow job."

"Well, I'd tell you how I don't have a gag reflex but no matter what I say it'll sound dirty, I'm a dentist's kid so go figure... and as for the blow job, you're my first Mr. Grey. You have all my firsts." I smile.

He pulls me up and kisses me like it's the last time he ever will. "You're fucking amazing, you know that?" He says in reverence and the look in his eyes has me paralyzed almost.

"Can I get a 5 star Yelp review then?" I laugh and he shakes his head with a chuckle. I lean in to kiss him again. "You're amazing too." I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck.

He lifts me up in his arms and takes me to the floor length mirror. He stands behind me and rips the bra off. This guy is like Edward Scissorhands, seriously. I try not to gasp but we're both standing completely naked.

"I'm going to fuck you now. And you're going to watch." His voice is low and menacing almost but I love it. I feel a warmth spread around my body and it gets intense by the second. He leans my hands on either side of the mirror on the wall and pushes into me with a force.

"Oh fuck..." I gasp and close my eyes as my head drops. That felt amazing.

"Open your eyes, Ana and look at me." I raise my head and open my eyes to look at him. He pulls out thrusts into me slowly and I try my best to keep them open but this is difficult. "Do you even know how beautiful you look like this? I want to fuck you into next week Miss Steele."

"Christian please..." I moan...

"Please what baby?" He asks as he slams into me again. This feels like heaven. Pam... we're definitely going to heaven tonight, wear your best dress to meet the angels.

"Don't...stop." I beg and he smirks. I bite my lip trying not to smile back as he picks up the pace and god this man really hit all the spots. His hand may crush my hips but it feels so fucking good. I'm completely lost. All the god damn voices in my head are sitting in their best bikini's by the pool sipping on Mai Tai's watching the pool boy aka Christian Grey, flex his goods and it's the show of the year.

"Christian... isn't five times enough?" I ask trying to catch my breath, thankfully we're in bed now. My legs were absolute jelly after the little trip to Voyeur town in the walk in closet. The man is an insatiable freak. Even Pam needs a break at this point.

"I'm making up for lost time." He says with a light bite on my neck.

"Is it only like this because it's new or..." I muse out loud and quickly realize my mistake and my hand flies to my mouth. Oh fuck me... I need to shut the fuck up and lock up Sabotage Susan in solitary confinement.

He moves up and looks me in the eye. "It'll always be like this because I could never get sick of being with you." The sincerity in his eyes is so arresting sometimes and I feel the beginning of waterworks so I give him a small kiss to distract myself.

"You're so sweet... and you're stuck with a weirdo like me"

"As long as you let me stay stuck, I'll be happy." He climbs on top of me again.

"I think that can be arranged." I giggle and wrap my legs around him, pulling him in for a deep kiss. I guess we're going for 6 hits tonight.

Sunday afternoon

Mia head out to Amagansett early Thursday evening while Christian, Elliot, Katya and myself drove out Friday afternoon in the comfy Maybach. It's been calm so far. Grace was over the moon that Katya came by and even more so that Christian finally introduced someone as his girlfriend. They all, myself included made fun of him which I paid for dearly in the sack. It was fun but I was too in my head because I mean... his parents are in the house too. Mia and Katya were in the next room. Elliot's room was down the hall I had to make sure I didn't moan like a bitch in heat and this man... it's his life mission to break my resolve every time. In case you were wondering... I was successful in being quiet but every orgasm has been insanely intense. I ended up crying twice while the smug asshole just smirked in my face admiring his handiwork so to speak.

While Elliot hasn't told his parents about Katya, he did give Grace warning to not mention the Kate situation and so far there's been peace in the land. Katya is being measured with Elliot but he's so charming that it's hard for her to resist him completely. They've been on late night walks on the beach after Grace and Carrick go to bed and it's something out of a Shakespearean novel about forbidden love.

"Wake up, Speedy." I hear Christian nuzzle in my ear.

"I don't wanna." I'm lying on my stomach under the umbrella. After a grueling game of volleyball, which us girls would've won if the boys hadn't cheated, I gave them the finger and decided to take a nap. Katya and Elliot decided to go out for a drive, while Mia went back in the house.

"But I really wanna." He chuckles while untying the top of my bikini.

"Christian, we're in public... for Christ's sake." I grumble and quickly turn over. He laughs at me.

"Calm down, no one's here. You think I'd let anyone see you cum. I'm a possessive bastard, only I get to have you and see you. This is a private beach remember."

"Still... "

"Are you mad about the game."

"Yes because you cheated. I half suspect you paid off Carrick too."

"I may have promised him a bottle of some fancy pants wine as you say." He laughs and leans in to kiss me but deepens it and I melt into a puddle. I entwine my legs with his and we makeout like a couple of teenagers while he gets all handsy. After a few minutes we hear a throat clearing. I look up and see Mia and push Christian away.

"Hate to cock block the romance but we have an emergency. Kate and her dad just showed up to talk to mom and dad about this pregnancy situation and the Senator is fuming." Mia says with grimace and just like that it's like a bucket of ice being thrown viciously at my firework factory.

"Fucking shit." Christian gets up and we gather our things.

"I can't go in there." I tell them.

"Ana, you're with me now. If the fucker says anything, I'll ruin his life."

"No Christian, don't. Just hear what he has to say... don't lose it in there."

He gives me a look that tells me to back down but I stand firm.

"Ana's right, C. Look, Elliot is on his way back. We'll walk around the house and wait for them, I'll take the car with her and Katya and we'll go out for lobster rolls while you guys figure this out."

"I don't like this." He tells us both. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" He holds my face and I nod with a smile. "I have you guys in my corner, of course I will be." He kisses my forehead and tells me to head out.

CPOV

We sit in the living area while Eamon spouts off some stupid shit about doing the right thing. I genuinely want to ask him where was his self righteousness when he was fucking his intern on his desk in his home where his daughter and her friends were in the basement watching a movie

"My daughter deserves the respect of commitment." Eamon says matter of factly.

"We're in the 21st century, she'll survive without the commitment. She's a modern woman who makes her own money... and if she can prove that the baby is mine then I'll gladly step in to do my part for the baby. That doesn't necessarily mean that I have marry her" Elliot spits out.

"Look, why don't we all talk about this calmly, please." Grace tries to appease them.

I need to tell Dad. Mom may never understand but I know Dad will.

"I love you Elliot, how can you just throw away the last year and half..." Kate cries.

"I don't know Katherine, how could you give me the fucking clap? I have been devoted to you, even when you were gone for weeks, I was supportive of your dreams and then I get tested last week and surprise!"

"ELLIOT, watch your language." Grace admonishes.

Kate stands up and begins to screech. "How dare you accuse me of sleeping around? What the hell have you been doing behind my back? Every time we go out for dinner we run into some ex-fling of yours. And now I see you prancing around with Katya... you think I wouldn't find out about that. Ethan saw you at Empire View getting close to her." She turns to Grace. "Grace, you're like a mother to me but you don't know the truth about those two girls. They're seriously disturbed, especially Ana, she was obsessed with me in prep school and tried... it became dangerous after a while..."

This bitch really believes her own lies.

DON"T YOU FUCKING DARE TALK ABOUT ANA THAT WAY." I stand and roar at her. "Both of you GET. THE. FUCK. OUT."

I hear Grace and Carrick try to diffuse the situation but I tune them out.

"OUT... Don't you dare ever talk about her that way. She never did anything to you Katherine. Yes, I know everything and don't you DARE come for her... or I will ruin you both."

"You are threatening a sitting Senator." Eamon tries to remind me.

"You're just a senator... you forget I have more money and influence than you so go ahead and bring it. I'm very motivated to protect my family so I'd suggest you both think very carefully as to what your next steps are." I seethe.

"For the last time we're over Kate... if this baby is mine, I'll be there for him or her but you and I are officially done." Elliot adds.

They get up and try to remind me the power of the media but don't give a fuck. I'll invest in the remaining media houses if I need to. They leave and I text Mia to come back.

"Son, what was Katherine talking about in regards to Ana and what do you know?" Dad asks. Grace is a crying mess. I hate that she's caught up in this but she needs to know the truth.

"Dad, it's not good and it's Ana's story to tell."

A/N: Uh oh... time for the war to begin CG ain't gonna take shit from no one... hit me with your thoughts!

Carol222: thank you so freaking much for your wonderful reviews. I swear, it also put the pressure on me to not mess up this story, haha.

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