Ana POV

I'm sitting in Elliot's apartment's living room, waiting for him to bring back lunch. It's the first time since everything happened yesterday that I have had a minute for myself. I'm trying to sort through everything that happened and what Elliot told me about Christian's visit last night.

Do I want to stay at SIP now that Jack is gone? Or has he ruined that place for me? If he has, then what? As I start freaking myself out more and more, someone knocks on the front door. Did Elliot forget his keys? No, then he couldn't have gotten into the building.

I looked through the peephole in the front door and saw my savior from yesterday, followed by his constant shadow.

"Hi Christian. Hi Taylor," I greet as I open the door.

"Anastasia, do you mind if we come in?" Christian asks.

"No, of course not. Elliot is just out picking up some lunch, but he should be back soon," I say while holding the door open.

"That's fine. I mainly came to talk to you."

"Oh... About what?" I ask as we settle in on the couches while Taylor stands by one of the walls.

"Well... When I came to SIP yesterday, it was to talk to you about what happened the last time I saw you. But I also want to know how you're doing after everything..." he ends awkwardly.

"Oh... That..." I say, looking down at my hands. This situation is beyond awkward.

"Baby, I'm back! This stuff smells so good; you're lucky I didn't eat it all on my way ba... Christian?" Elliot asks, surprised at seeing his brother in his apartment.

"Hello Lelliot, I came by to talk about... Everything, " Christian says.

"I figured you'd stop by, but I didn't get enough food for you guys," Elliot says and start emptying the brown take-out bag on the coffee table.

"It's fine; we already had lunch."

As we eat our lunch, Elliot and I keep up a conversation with Christian, telling us about one of his recent acquisitions at GEH.

There is an awkward silence when we have finished our lunch, and I'm not certainly not filling it considering the topic.

"Can you explain the picture to me, Anastasia?" Christian suddenly asks.

"Uhm, yes. When I visited my dad right after I first met you at breakfast, I found the picture," I start.

"He's always taken lots of pictures and had them standing or hanging around the house. I've probably seen the photograph a lot during my childhood but not thought more about it."

Looking up at Christian, I can tell he is listening intensely, so I continue.

"You seemed familiar to me when I first met you, but I didn't think about it any further since I knew you were a big business tycoon. But when I saw that photo at my dad's, something clicked. My dad told me that the young girl next to my mom is her older sister and that according to my so-called mother, she ran away when she was around 16 years old, and her name was Ellaine," I finish.

"Ella," Christian whispers. I look over at Elliot, unsure what else to do or say, but he's looking at Christian, who is running his hand through his already messed up hair.

When no one else says anything, I continue. "I showed Elliot the photo, and he knew that you had a picture of your birth mother in your old room at your parents', so we brought mine to compare the two. And then you walked in and well... You know the rest."

Christian stands up and starts pacing in front of the windows. Elliot scoots over to me on the couch and put his arm around me. I'm cuddled up against Elliot, feeling exhausted despite it being early in the day when the front door suddenly opens. Before I have even blinked, Taylor is at the front door with his gun out but comes back to the living room after just a few seconds with Grace in tow.

"Mom," "Mother," the brothers exclaim.

"Hello boys, I didn't realize you would be here, Christian. I'm just here to check up on Ana," she says and nods her head towards the bedroom while she looks at me. For some reason, the idea of being in Elliot's bedroom with his mom makes me blush bright red.

But I dutifully get up from the couch and excuse myself to Elliot and Christian and follow Grace out of the living room.

"How are you feeling, dear?" she asks after closing the door and directing me to sit on the bed.

"Okay, a little tired," I tell her.

"Well, that's to be expected. Did you think about finding someone to talk to about what happened?" she asks kindly while pointing a small flashlight in my eyes.

"Not really, but mostly because I haven't had time to sort through everything in my head."

"I can imagine, dear. Just let me know, and I can give you some names," Grace says caringly.

"I will thank you!" I smile at her.

"Great, now everything looks good, so it's just the bruises and scratches that need to heal. We should probably go back out to my boys before they drive each other crazy," Grace giggles.

As we go back out to the brothers, they're standing at the opposite side of the living room, talking in low voices. Or more like arguing.

"Boys," Grace interrupts them.

They both look at us, completely surprised by our presence in the room, clearly engrossed in their argument.

"Now since Ana is doing well, I suggest we have that family dinner tonight, so we can all talk about everything that has happened these past few weeks," Grace suggests, but at the same time, we all know this is not a suggestion but more like a demand.

Both Elliot and Christian look like 5-year olds as they agree with their mom.

"Great, be there at 5 PM. We'll start the evening with drinks," She says, kissing her sons and me on the cheek before she leaves.

"I'll leave now as well. I'll see you two tonight," Christian says and leaves with Taylor following him.

"What did mom say?" Elliot asks, his rough hands caressing my cheeks.

"I'm fine," I tell him and kiss him before snuggling into his arms. I take a deep breath and inhale Elliot's scent, which relaxes me immediately.

"Excited about dinner with your family tonight?" I ask.

"Yeah, cause the last one ended so well," he says sarcastically.

"At least it can't get any worse," I giggle.

"Well, we can at least make sure our afternoon is great!" Elliot says and swoops me up into his arms while he carries me into his bedroom, kissing me passionately.

Clothes are quickly disappearing as we've made it to the bed in just our underwear. I'm straddling Elliot's lap as he unclasps my bra and latches on to my nipple.

I moan loudly at the feeling and tangle my fingers in his blond curls to keep him there while I grind against the boner in his boxers.

Suddenly I'm the one lying on the bed as Elliot has flipped us over. He is kissing and biting as his lips move down my body. He manages to remove my panties without his lips, leaving my body. I whimper as his magical lips and tongue finally reach my wet folds. His tongue is exploring all of me, and just as he starts sucking on my clitoris, my phone rings.

Oh god, why is it ringing right now! "Leave it," Elliot says against my pussy, his eyes boring into mine. And so I do.

"Oooh mmhm, I'm going to cum," I moan. Elliot tightens his grip on me and speeds up his ministrations. Fireworks go off behind my lids, and I cum loudly!

"Holy shit, baby, you just squirted," Elliot exclaims.

As I come back down to earth, I ask whether that was a good thing.

"Oh, it's perfect, Ana Banana," he says and starts kissing my neck before moving to my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips, but I find that it only turns me on more, if that is even possible.

His dick fills me up as he enters, and I gasp at the feeling. I don't think I could ever get tired of this feeling. He starts pounding into me and lifts my right leg, making his cock hit my g-spot.

It's doesn't take long before we're both screaming out as we reach our peak, and I feel him spill his cream inside me.

We're lying next to each other in our post-coital bliss when my phone goes off again. Elliot reaches over me and picks up my phone.

"Ana's phone, it's Elliot," I try to grab the phone from him, but he easily dodges me. Elliot's eyes widen, and I can hear someone screaming on the other end.

Elliot quickly tosses the phone to me and says: "Shit, I ain't dealing with that." and leaves the bedroom.

"Hello?" I say.

"What the hell is going on?!" Maddie screams into the phone.

"What do you mean," I say innocently, not wanting to talk about yesterday.

"What do you mean, what do I mean?" She screeches so loudly that I pull the phone away from my ear. Elliot comes back into the room with two bottles of water and sits back in the bed with his back against the headboard. I move to seat myself between his legs and lean back against him before putting the phone up to my ear again.

"... So I'm standing there across from miss not-so-helpful-receptionist, trying to figure out why she says you're not at work, so I call you, and do you answer the phone? NO! So I go to your apartment, and who is there, do you ask? Oh, it is miss couldn't-be-a-bigger-bitch Kate Kavanaugh, and what do you know, she is as unhelpful as always! She even tried to pay to clean the apartment and do her laundry!" She finished with her rant.

"I'm sorry! I completely forgot about our lunch plans today after everything that happened yesterday. How about tomorrow? I can meet you somewhere, or you can come to Elliot's place, and I'll cook something. I will explain everything to you then, promise!" I tell her.

"I can come to Elliot's place; just text me the address, and I'll be there around 12," She says.

"Great, anything special you want?" I ask, trying to appease her a little.

No, anything you make is fine. Just answer one question," Maddie begs.

"Only one," I say, knowing one question from her can turn into ten.

"Are you okay?" she asks, and I can't help but smile.

"I am! I'll see you tomorrow," I promise her.

We say our goodbyes, and I text her Elliot's address.

"I'm glad she is coming by tomorrow since I have to go to work," Elliot says, pecking me on the cheek.

"Me too," I say, enjoying the warmth from his body surrounding me.

"How about a shower before we have to go to Bellevue?" he whispers in my ear and kisses me right below my ear. Oh, I know what kind of shower this is going to be.