Chapter Twenty Eight
Pintrest search: Red FanFic By 27Elliee
Song: Not Afraid Anymore - Halsey from the Fifty Shades Darker Soundtrack
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I moan tasting the first mouthful of my starter, I chose the same as Christian, Lobster Bisque with poached lobster and brandy butter. I'm not the biggest fish fan but it is absolutely delicious! It's creamy without being too heavy and the flavours match perfectly.
"If you don't stop moaning like that I will take you on this table right here, right now I don't care how many people are in this room." He growls leaning over the table.
"It's your birthday tomorrow, I'm sure there's a table at home you can take me on." I grin biting my lip.
"You're playing with fire, Anastasia." He continues licking his lips.
"Tell me about what's happening with SIP." I say changing the subject, praying I don't spill my soup. Bisque. Whatever it's called.
"It's worked out well, I've sold the old SIP building to Elliot for Grey Construction to use as a base, this means that they can have a headquarters away from whichever site they're on or Elliot's home office. He wants to branch out further along the coast so having a proper headquarters works well. They can also now expand into having their own architects who work solely for them. Elliot's really excited." He explains getting a glint in his eyes, I love how passionate he is about his work.
"How has SIP fit into your building though?" I ask intrigued.
"We have had a floor free for a few months because one of our acquisitions flourished so much that they needed their own building, but none of the departments needed expanding at the time."
"Are you ready for your second course?" Our waiter asks.
"Yes, thank you." I reply smiling at the young woman who although made googly eyes at Christian when we came in has been nothing but courteous since. I like her.
"I'll be back in a minute." I say giving Christian a kiss on the cheek as I leave. I catch his reflection as I walk away in one of the windows, he's shamelessly staring at my ass.
"Are you with Si...Mr Grey?" A brunette woman, wearing a navy blue lace cocktail dress, asks me as I fix my hair in one of the many mirrors in the luxurious bathroom.
"Yes." I nervously reply, was she a sub?
"He seems happy with you." She states.
"I hope he is." I reply trying not to seem as nervous as I feel.
"Keep doing what you're doing, he's a good man who deserves a wonderful woman who can make him truly happy." She sweetly smiles before exiting the bathroom leaving me stunned. I shake my head going back into one of the stalls, this will distract him.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look in that dress, Anastasia?" He whispers as I reach our table, my dress is between red and burgundy, chiffon with a halter neck line and a slit up the right leg showing off my silver peep toe pumps.
"Many times." I grin taking my seat, holding my fist across the table waiting for his hand which meets me in the middle, he takes the fabric his eyes darkening as he realises he's holding my thong.
"You, darling are going to be the death of me." He drawled.
"Darling?" I remark.
"I call you that in my head." He confesses looking down.
"I like it." Our discussion is halted by our mains being delivered. Pan seared duck breast for Christian, rosemary and garlic crusted lamb cutlets for me. We have thick cut fries, dauphinois potatoes, roasted field mushrooms, cauliflower cheese gratin and creamed spinach to share.
"You worry about me not eating enough, Grey. Watch me." I challenge, with the amount of exercise I've done today I could probably eat all of this myself. My mouth is watering. I briefly wonder about all the garlic, but he'll be eating a lot of it as well.
"That's my girl!" He toasts our wine glasses clinking.
"I bored Luke to death in the salon, I think if I had a female CPO for that kind of stuff." I suggest frowning.
"Why, it's his job to look after you?" He retorts.
"I know, however he looked so out of place it brought more attention to us. I had three people asking me if I was famous, I was able to laugh it off but it worried him. I think he's going to talk to Taylor, he didn't tell me but I think it's more of a risk. And as much as I'd like to stamp my feet and shout how I'm an adult who can take care of herself you're not going to agree so meet you halfway."
"You're right. Taylor did say there's something he'd like to talk to me about tomorrow."
"Thank you, I do like Luke." I realise that's the wrong thing to say when his brow furrows and his mouth turns to a hard line. "He doesn't make me uncomfortable, he's courteous and kind without being annoying and I can talk to him. There's nothing more than that. Although in the interest of full disclosure he is hot."
"Full disclosure?" He growls, this time not in a sexual manner.
"Yes. I love you, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. That does not mean that I stop noticing other people, I also noticed that one of your subs is here." I purse my lips enjoying his deer in headlights look.
"Which one?"
"We didn't exchange names."
"How do you know then?"
"Brunette, told me to keep you happy, nearly referred to you as sir before calling you Mr Grey." I respond pursing my lips at my case closing argument.
"Oh."
"She hasn't spoken to me, or even caught my attention and didn't bother you so let's forget her. As for the CPO issue, you're right." He acknowledges.
"I love it when you say that I'm right." I smirk.
"I love it when you say something else." He flirts.
"Desert?" Our waitress offers.
"I'll have the chocolate cake."
"You're having chocolate cake tomorrow." I interrupt.
"I am?" He grins
"Yes, it's your birthday tomorrow I'm going to make you one."
"Oh. I'll have the tarte au citron then." He decides.
"I'll have the creme brûlée."
"You're making me chocolate cake for my birthday." He states his eyes glistening after our waitress has left.
"Yes. And I've got you presents." I hope he likes them.
"Really?"
"If you're good, you can have one of them tonight." I offer.
"I'll do my best." He moans.
xoxox
"Would you like to go out to the balcony?" Christian offers as we get home, I'd slept through the short ride home and had stumbled into the elevator.
"That sounds wonderful. I'll change into something more comfortable." I kiss his cheek.
"You're going to kill me." Christian groans seeing me come back from our bedroom wearing a black silk chemise. Thankfully my "outfit" for later fits perfectly underneath.
"What a way to go, Mr Grey." I whisper grabbing him by the tie and kissing him.
The balcony has a elegant sofa that is also soft, I sink into the cushions completely enthralled in the wonderful views of Seattle. With the deep black sky as it's canvas the modern lights brighten the natural beauty allowing an enchanting view of Mt Rainer.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" Christian asks from his place next to me, we have our feet up on the coffee table.
"I'll stick to my tea." I shrug snuggling into his side. He kisses me feverishly, I move on top of him. We slowly make love under the stars.
"I love you, darling." Christian whispers into my ear, we've put our clothes back on as it was too cold not to even with the fluffy blanket.
"I love you too. I always thought my expectations of love were too high after falling for so many romance novels, then I met you. You're my Fifty, I love every fucked up shade of you because for every part of you that's fucked up there's three that isn't." I implore.
"You are my life, Anastasia." He replies kissing my cheek. We stay holding each other watching the sky before Christian's phone pings, he sends a quick message before moving to sit at the edge of the seat. I don't think about it anymore, because suddenly the sky is filled with bright colours the space needle is alight with pink sparks. Fireworks fill the sky, then they begin to spell something.
Darling Will You Marry Me
"Wow." I whisper someone is going to have a wonderful night, I look behind me to find Christian before I look down and see him on one knee holding a recognisable Tiffany box inside is a platinum band embedded with round diamonds complementing the large princess cut perfect diamond in the middle.
"Anastasia, you make every one of my days brighter. You've made me feel as though I deserve happiness and love. I want to spend the rest of our lives loving you. Marry me. Please?"
"Yes." He carefully takes the ring out of it's soft cushion, then gently places it on my finger. Standing up he cradles my face between his soft hands kissing my lips tenderly.
"You're the only one Christian, you're it for me. You're mine. I'm yours." I whisper breaking the kiss. "Come on." I whisper taking his hand.
"Why are we going to the playroom?" Christian asks.
"That's where your present is." I reply grinning.
"Holy fuck." He whispers seeing the strippers pole in the room, I lead him to the couch. He slowly sits down. I put the music on after taking my top layer off leaving me in a lace black balconette bra with matching panties. The music starts slowly, and I begin my routine slowly.
I am not afraid anymore
Standing in the eye of the storm
Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth
I am not afraid anymore
I want what you got in store
I'm ready to feed now, get in your seat now
And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore
No no no
No no no
No no no
No no no
No no no
I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure
You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, but she play to win, heaven gonna hate me
And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore
No no no
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, bet you play to win, heaven gonna hate me
And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore
No no no
The music stops and my routine ends with me upside down on the pole, my knees crossed and bent with my hands holding me steady.
"Anastasia." Christian groans. I slowly move off of the pole to see Christian still on the soft red leather couch now with his pants and boxers around his ankles stroking his erection. I kneel before my future husband our eyes locking and take his erection in my mouth.
"Anastasia." He groans, his hands in my hair pushing me down onto him, I slide my hands up his muscular thighs massaging them as I go, and push his hips down into the couch. I take him all the way into my mouth again sucking, licking, biting. His breathing is laboured, he's groaning.
"I... I'm going to come." He growls before roaring I have never heard a sound like it primal is the only adjective I can think of. I drink all of his come, he still roars catching his breath between but continues like I do swallowing all of his come the salty tang taste making me moan around him.
"Anastasia." He whispers, his voice tender. I look up at him smiling.
"I love you Christian." I whisper crawling up his body kissing the scars on his chest as I go.
"Bath darling?" He offers.
"Yes please."
Stepping in the steamy bathroom, there are candles everywhere and the tub is filled with red rose petals. Sitting on my fiancé's lap in this romantic wonderland I feel at peace, comfortable and loved in a way I have only read about in the most romantic of books.