Chapter 10 - Washington D.C. Part 1
Christian's POV
"Baby, hurry up. The car's going to leave without us," I screamed from downstairs at Ana's apartment.
"I'm hurrying," she shouted back frantically.
Ana and I were going to Washington D.C. to visit her dad for ski week. Her dad would be working for most of our time there, but that meant I would have Ana all to myself. I was going to fuck her in every way imaginable.
Ever since she gave me those ties for Christmas, we've been experimenting more and more with bondage. Ana fucking loved when she was at my mercy, and it only turned me on even more. There was something about me dominating her that made both of us crazy and desperate for each other. Ana was a little freak in bed, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Baby?" I pressed.
Ana came crashing down the stairs with her Louis Vuitton luggage.
"I told you I was hurrying," she shouted as one of her bags rolled down the stairs, "Are you going to help me?"
I smirked and came running to save her from her tumbling bags.
When Ana and I arrived at the airport, the private plane was ready for our departure.
"I can't believe my dad chartered us a plane," Ana exclaimed.
"He must like me," I joked.
The plane was nice though. Ana and I were flying to D.C. in style. There was even a bedroom on this plane. We would definitely be joining the mile-high club today.
Ana's POV
When we got to the tarmac, a tacky blonde flight attendant who was showing way too much cleavage came to get our bags.
She looked up and down Christian, and I glared at her. Bitch, eyes off my man! She was also way too old for him.
To make a point, I fawned all over Christian. With him being oblivious as men were, he didn't even take notice of the thirsty flight attendant.
"Excuse me?" I spoke up. "Would you mind taking a picture of us?" I asked the flight attendant while holding out my phone.
For a brief moment, she looked at me like I was crazy but then plastered that fake smile back on her face.
We were currently standing at the top of the plane steps, and the bimbo took a few steps back further into the plane.
"Oh, I meant down there," I stated condescendingly pointing to the tarmac. "I think it would look super cute if you took one of us on the steps from that angle," I said placing my hand possessively on Christian's chest.
The flight attendant, whose name I completely missed, complied and walked down the stairs. I wished we could take off and leave her here in the dust.
Christian gave me a knowing glance while we both smiled for the photo. He put his hand on the small of my back, dipped me down, and kissed me.
I heard the woman gasp, and I laughed into the kiss while she hopefully snapped some good photos.
Served the bitch right.
Christian's POV
Ana and I took our seats in preparation for departure.
"There's a bedroom in here," I whispered seductively into her ear.
She bit her lip and smirked.
"You have a dirty mind, Mr. Grey," she mused, "You and your kinky fuckery."
"Kinky fuckery?" I repeated, laughing.
"Yes, kinky fuckery."
"You love my kinky fuckery," I said, nibbling on her upper neck.
Once we reached altitude, Ana was the first to jump my bones. She dragged me to the bedroom and started ripping off my clothes.
Oh, baby. She should have known by now that I was in charge.
She moved to undo my belt, but I picked her up and tossed her on the bed before she could. I climbed on the bed too, so I cowered over her.
Ana bit her lip in anticipation, and I felt my dick start to strain in my pants.
My eyes roamed up and down her body, and my baby sighed.
"Christian," she whined.
"What?" I smiled.
She put her hands around my neck and pulled me into a kiss.
"Christian…" she moaned, "Fuck me already."
"Delayed gratification," I smiled against her lips.
"I need instant gratification." She forcefully started pushing my pants down.
"You're far too dressed," I whispered, unbuttoning her jeans.
She pulled off her sweater herself, and fuck me. She was wearing a matching set of red lingerie. She knew that was my favorite color on her.
I expertly unclasped her bra and started sucking on one of her nipples.
She cried, "Oh, Christian." I fucking loved hearing her moan out my name.
I then focused my attention on the other nipple and flicked my fingers over her clit.
"Christian, please," she begged.
She grabbed onto my cock, lining it up with her entrance.
I dipped the head in just a little bit to tease her, and she didn't look pleased.
She whined and clawed at my back, trying to coax me all the way in.
I took her wrists into my hand and pushed them over her head, pinning her hands to the bed. Oh, I was definitely in control now, baby.
She whimpered, and I fully sheathed myself inside her in one stroke.
"Fuck," I murmured. She felt like absolute heaven, so fucking warm and tight.
I pumped my length into her at a slow pace, and she moaned louder and louder with each thrust.
When I hit her g-spot, she screamed at the top of her lungs in pleasure. Fuck, I was sure the whole plane heard that.
"That's it, baby," I whispered, still pumping into her.
I picked up the pace a little, and her cute little moans started to increase in volume. Those sexy noises she kept making were turning me on even more, and I fucked her harder.
I felt her walls start tightening and her eyes closed in ecstasy. I knew she was about to cum, so I moved my hand in between us and played with her clit again, this time rubbing the small nub hard and fast.
I saw a bead of sweat drip down her forehead, and she moaned incoherently, "God, baby. I… I… I'm going to cum."
"Cum for me Ana," I moaned, pinching her nipple.
She screamed like a banshee as she lost herself to the sensations. Fuck, I didn't think she had ever been this loud before.
I pumped a few more times inside her before I spilled my seed into her. I let go of her wrists and rolled to her side. My cum was leaking out of her, and fuck if there was anything sexier than that.
Like usual, Ana nuzzled her head into my neck, and I wrapped my arms around her to keep her warm.
"You were very loud today, baby," I commented, chuckling.
"You're mine," she pouted.
"Jealous?"
"Very. That flight attendant needs to learn how to keep her eyes to herself."
I laughed at Ana's irrationality.
"One day I'm going to buy a private jet," I mused.
She rolled her eyes and responded, "I'm sure you can already afford one right now."
While that may be true, I pictured building something and becoming successful all on my own – no assistance from my parents needed.
"How does Grey Incorporated sound?" I asked, thinking of names for my future international company.
"I don't like it," she replied, "Sounds lame, too basic."
"Any ideas?"
She had her thinking cap on, and her cute concentrated face was making my dick stir again.
"Grey Enterprises," she stated, "It has a better ring to it."
"Grey Enterprises," I repeated.
After making love three more times, Ana and I fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
I was woken up by the pilot through the intercom.
"Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey, we are starting our descent to Dulles. We'll be landing shortly – about 20 minutes. If you could please return to your seats."
Ana was still sound asleep beside me, having been thoroughly fucked.
I caressed her face and kissed her on the cheek. "Wake up baby," I whispered into her ear.
"Mmmm," she mumbled, "Noooo."
"We're almost to D.C., baby," I tried coaxing her from her deep sleep, "The pilot wants us to get back in our seats."
She barely opened her eyes and gave me her irresistible pouty face.
"Can you get my clothes?" she asked me.
I hopped out of bed naked and ran around the bedroom looking for our clothes that were thrown off in the heat of the moment.
"You have a really cute ass," she giggled, and I winked at her.
Ana's POV
My dad sent the Secret Service to pick us up. Ugh! These stupid goons were probably going to report everything about what I was doing to my dad.
My dad had a townhouse in Georgetown, so I was surprised when he told me that Fitz invited Christian and me to stay at Blair House. I was even more surprised that my dad was going to let me stay with Christian all alone in a very big house.
He probably figured that Christian was staying over at my apartment anyway since I lived alone. Did he know we were having sex? Gah, I couldn't think of that anymore.
Christian and I were sitting in the back of a Suburban being driven by two huge Secret Service agents.
"My dad's going to meet us at Blair House," I informed him, "He's probably going to have to go back to work after, so we'll have the whole day to ourselves."
"What do we have planned today?" he asked, smiling.
"We can take a stroll through the mall. The capital is gorgeous at night."
"Sounds like a plan, baby," he said, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
"We're going to the White House tomorrow," I told him, "Uncle Fitz wants to meet you."
"Uncle Fitz," he said laughing, "Like as in the President?" His face looked shocked.
"Yes, the President," I giggled, "He's not intimidating. I promise."
My beautiful boy still looked nervous. "Really," I encouraged, "You'll love him."
"And Jerry?" he inquired.
"I'm sure he'll also be there tomorrow. His sister Karen is Mia's age, I'm sure they would be friends," I commented.
"They're like a second family to you," he stated sincerely.
"Yeah, my mom was never really in my life. The Grants have always been there for me. Karen and Jerry are my honorary siblings. Olivia and Fitz have been such great role models for me, and even though I had my dad, they always treated me like one of theirs."
I looked up at Christian through my thick lashes as he rubbed circles along my back.
"Promise me you won't be territorial and short with Jerry," I asked, "I know you have reason to be jealous, but I swear he's like my brother."
"I'll try," he responded, "I know I can be irrational sometimes. It's only because I love you."
I looked into his grey eyes and still saw an insecure boy. I wished I could fix his past and take away all his pain.
"Enough of that," I stated, changing the subject to something much more upbeat, "We're going to have so much fun in D.C. I love it here, and experiencing the city with you will be even more memorable."
Christian's POV
Last night, Ana and I took a leisurely stroll around the mall and saw the Capitol Building. It was safe to say we were both exhausted. However, once we got back to Blair House there was very little sleeping, if you catch my drift.
Today, we were meeting the President and his family. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I mean, I was meeting the President of the freaking United States of America. That was a huge fucking deal.
Fuck, what should I wear? I mean was there like a dress code or something? Oh, lord, I sounded like a girl.
I was still a bit apprehensive to meet Jerry, but judging by the way Ana let me fuck her brains out last night, I knew there was nothing I needed to worry about. That idiot preppy fucker didn't have a chance at stealing my girl. She was all mine.
Ana's bare body was wrapped like a vine around mine, and I could feel my dick start to stir. Would it be bad to maul her in her sleep? Probably.
"Baby, wake up," I whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.
She moaned, and her leg brushed against my hard-on. Fuck.
She opened those gorgeous ocean blue eyes and grinned at me.
"Shower?" she mused.
She didn't have to ask me twice. I easily picked up her light body and dragged her to the bathroom amid her endless giggles.
After getting clean, then getting dirty, then getting clean again, Ana and I were now getting ready side by side at the double vanity.
She was wrapped in a plush Frette towel and was doing her hair and makeup. She looked absolutely delectable.
I took a look in the mirror, and we were looking terribly domestic. I could get used to this.
"Uncle Fitz is excited to meet you," Ana commented while brushing her hair.
"The President of the United States is excited to meet little old me?" I chuckled.
"Of course he is. He wants to meet the guy who stole my heart."
"And what is this guy supposed to wear to meet Uncle Fitz?"
"Don't worry about it, baby," she giggled, "I'll dress you." She did pack most of my clothes, anyway.
She scurried off into the bedroom holding on to her towel for modesty's sake, even though she didn't need to in front of me.
"Christian, come over here," she yelled from the bedroom.
She was rummaging through my suitcase and started throwing pieces of clothing at me. She tossed me a light grey cashmere sweater and black jeans.
"Get dressed," she encouraged, "I'll pick out the rest of your outfit."
Like a good boy, I did as I was told. I had to say, Ana did have an eye for fashion. I looked pretty damn good.
She laid out a black wool Burberry overcoat, a black check Burberry scarf, a Moncler beanie, and a Rolex watch on the bed then got to work on her outfit.
I watched as Ana put on a pair of black jeans, a black oversized sweater, a white overcoat, a white check Burberry scarf, and a Moncler beanie.
I never thought I'd be in a couple, let alone in a couple who tastefully coordinated their outfits.
"You look stunning, baby," I complimented her.
"I know," she quipped.
Ana's POV
Christian and I were on our way to the White House via a chauffeured bulletproof Suburban. I couldn't wait to see Uncle Fitz, Jerry, Karen, and Auntie Liv again. It felt like forever since I was last here.
A short car ride later, we were pulling into the gates of the White House. For someone who hadn't grown up in this environment, this could be quite overwhelming.
As usual, the White House was abuzz. Interns and junior staffers were running around everywhere as if their lives depended on it. There were also gaggles of reporters looking for any possible leaks or slip-ups from White House staff.
The agents who drove Christian and me here were escorting us to the White House lobby. I took Christian's hand as he looked around, in awe of his surroundings.
It was then I heard a familiar voice call out my name.
"Ana!" Karen Grant shouted from across the room and came barreling towards me full force.
Now that I thought about it, she reminded me so much of Mia. She looked quite chic, wearing a pair of black knitted twill pants, a white blouse, and black heels.
"Oh, Karen," I gushed, enveloping her in a big hug, "It's so good to see you."
"And who's this hottie?" she inquired, and I blushed.
"This is my boyfriend. Christian Grey," I introduced them. "Christian, this is Karen Grant, but we all call her Baby K around her," I teased.
"It's nice to meet you," Christian said, holding out his hand.
Karen ignored it and went right in for a hug.
Christian looked at me with wide eyes, shocked that the First Daughter was hugging him right now. I laughed and gave him a sly wink.
"Jerry will be down from the residence anytime now," Karen said, "You know how he is with his hair. Oh, Mom and Dad are so glad that you guys could make the trip. It was getting dull around here without you. That reminds me. We've run out of ideas on how to prank the Secret Service agents. Jerry and I have been reusing pranks, and these goons are too smart and see it coming."
Jeez, I forgot how much this girl could talk! I needed to get her in touch with Mia. I had a feeling they would be great friends.
Karen continued babbling, "Oh my lord, Ana. Those shoes are amazing. Saint Laurent right?"
"Yeah," I giggled.
"Ugh, I'm so jealous of your wardrobe. Dad's staff is always micromanaging everything I wear. You can't have the first daughter looking like a spoiled brat with designer brands. It's so infuriating! Do you know where these shoes are from, Ana? Steve Madden! I'm practically slumming it around here."
"If I didn't know what you were wearing, I'd say you look like a million bucks," Christian smiled, laying on the charm.
"Aw, that's so sweet of you," Karen cooed, "Ana, girl. You better keep this one around."
"I plan on it."
Christian's POV
Karen Grant was probably more exuberant than Mia. Absolutely crazy! She had light caramel-colored skin and dark brown hair. She was fairly taller than Ana and exuded confidence.
The girls were talking about fashion, and I was just drowning it out. A while later, I heard someone shout from across the hall. "Ana Banana!" the voice said much too enthusiastically, and I knew exactly who it was.
Jerry Grant, more formally known as Fitzgerald Grant IV, son of the President of the United States, came stalking over towards Ana and enveloped her in a hug.
The fucker was impeccably dressed in a suit and tie. He was about my height, well built, same caramel-colored skin as his sister, and he looked like he came straight out of a Vineyard Vines catalog. Preppy fuck.
"Jer-bear!" Ana said, matching his enthusiasm.
He rested her hand on her shoulder, and my first thought was that I want to punch this idiot. God, why was I so jealous?
After he let go of my girl, he turned to me and held out his hand. "Jerry Grant," he stated.
"Christian Grey," I said rather curtly, sizing him up.
After that awkward introduction, Jerry said to all of us, "Mom and Dad are meeting us in the Green Room. They should be finishing up with a meeting quite soon."
We followed Jerry to the Green Room, and he shared little tidbits of information about the rooms we passed along the way. Who the fuck was he trying to impress with his useless knowledge? Well, I was not impressed. Instinctively, I grabbed Ana's hand and laced it with mine, claiming her.
"This is the Green Room," Jerry continued, spewing more useless facts, "The architect intended it to be used as a common dining room, but in 1800 it was first used as a lodging room. Thomas Jefferson used the room as a dining room, while James Madison used it as a sitting room, and the Monroes used it as a card room for games amongst their guests. Fun fact – James Madison signed the nation's first declaration of war in this room. It was the War of 1812 and resulted in the British burning down the White House."
Even though some of the things Jerry just said were pretty interesting, I wanted to shut up that stupid mouth of his. Being inside of the White House was such an honor, but because that preppy kid who was drooling over Anastasia was showing us around, all I was thinking about was pummeling him to the ground. Despite loving history, all this information Jerry was giving us was going in one ear and right out the other.
Before I could interrupt, Karen said sarcastically, "Thanks for the details of our house Jer-bear."
"Hey, Baby K," Jerry said calmly, "We do have a newcomer to the White House. Just trying to be a good host."
"You've been very informative, Jer," Ana said sweetly, "Even I didn't know some things you were telling us. And I'm sure Christian was eager to learn more about this building's history too, right, baby?" She looked up and batted her eyelashes at me, begging me to go along with her to please Jerry.
"Yes, of course," I agreed, keeping it short and sweet.
The walls were covered in a pale green wallpaper, as per its name. The furniture was a mix of greens, whites, and brown, and complemented each other perfectly. Was I even allowed to sit on this furniture?
"Don't worry, the furniture won't break," Jerry chuckled.
I had to give it to him, that was kind of funny. I couldn't help but laugh as we all took a seat around a small table.
"Oh, I'll have one of the staffers bring us some snacks from the kitchen. I'm starving," Karen stated.
"Tell Philippe to send some truffle fries," Ana said, licking her lips. "He's the head chef here," she whispered to me.
"Oh! YES!" Karen cried, calling a white house staffer in from outside. She then babbled on a list of demands to the poor girl who was obviously in the middle of doing something.
"Call the kitchen and have them send us some truffle fries, maybe some mini sliders, caviar and blini, whatever hors d'oeuvres he has, and an assortment of refreshments. Oh, and also some petit fours and small cookies." The staffer was frantically writing all of this down and dashed out of the room to complete her task. It was almost comical.
"Really Ker?" Jerry laughed, "That girl looked like she was about to burst."
"What?" Karen shrugged, feigning innocence, "You have to keep these staffers on their toes or else they'll get complacent."
Ana's POV
I knew for a fact that Jerry was not interested in me romantically in any capacity whatsoever. However, Christian didn't see that yet. Oh well, if we spent more time with him, he'd realize it eventually. At least I hoped he would…
Jerry gave us (mostly just Christian) a lovely small tour and history of the rooms in the White House. I knew Christian loved history, so he should have been eating this up. I mean, a personal tour of the White House from the President's son wasn't something you came by every day.
We were now all chatting in the Green Room, and surprisingly Christian wasn't staring daggers at Jerry. I wouldn't call Christian's attitude friendly, but he wasn't being hostile. I would probably describe him as being cordial, which was better than I had originally expected.
Someone from the kitchen staff was sent down to deliver the food. Damn it, I missed this. Having whatever kind of food you wanted, whenever and wherever you wanted. These were just some of the perks of living in the White House. Not to mention the indoor pool, movie theater, and bowling alley.
"How'd the big game go Jer?" I asked. I just remembered my dad telling me about Jerry's lacrosse team getting to state championships.
"We won, of course," he smiled.
"Yay! Congrats!" I cheered.
"Thanks, banana."
"Is there even lacrosse on the west coast?" Jerry asked, directed towards Christian.
Christian shook his head, "Not much in Seattle."
"I bet you'd be an amazing lacrosse player," Karen mused, "I mean, look at those arms!"
Oh, God Karen! Never bashful that one! I saw Christian's face turn red, and Jerry and I broke out into laughter.
"Football?" Karen questioned again, but Christian shook his head.
"Basketball?" No.
"Soccer?" No.
"Rowing?" No.
"Water polo?" No.
"Hockey?" No.
"Tennis?" No.
"I give up!" Karen screamed.
"No sports," Christian chuckled.
"What?!" Karen cried, mouth wide open, "You're so fit!"
"My thoughts exactly," I told her.
"There's this place called the gym Karen," Jerry quipped.
"Yeah, but most guys your age don't go to the gym. They're too lazy for that," Karen said.
Christian shrugged and Jerry piped in, "I guess he's not your usual type then, Ana!"
Christian raised an eyebrow at me, and I blushed, embarrassed by Jerry's comment.
"Please do tell," Christian told Jerry.
"Little Ana here's always had a thing for athletes," Jerry recounted.
"Remember in the 6th grade?" Jerry smirked, and I covered my face with my hands. He continued, "Ana had a huge crush on the star kickball player in our P.E. class. What was his name?"
"Dick Willis," I mumbled, still embarrassed.
"What was that?" Jerry taunted me.
"Dick Willis," I said louder, gritting my teeth.
The whole room erupted into laughter.
"Here, I have a picture," Jerry said showing his phone to Christian.
Poor Dick Willis. In addition to being cursed with the name Dick (school children were the worst bullies), the guy was very unattractive, to say the least. He had braces, terribly unruly oily hair, chunky glasses, and was a little pudgy. Okay, very pudgy.
Christian let out a louder belly laugh when he looked at the picture Jerry was showing him.
"Hey, in my defense he used to be cute in 6th grade," I pouted.
"The eye of the beholder, baby," Christian laughed kissing me on the cheek.
Christian's POV
Ok, so maybe Jerry Grant wasn't that bad after all. He treated Ana much like how I treated Mia. Like a sister. And despite being extremely intelligent (from what I could tell), he also had a great sense of humor and was great at holding a conversation. I thought I'd never meet a guy my age that didn't have their head up their ass.
"Dad should be here any minute," Jerry said looking at his watch.
"He's always behind schedule," Karen commented.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and the President walked into the room followed by two Secret Service agents.
"Thanks, guys," the President said, dismissing the agents.
Shit, that was the fucking president! What should I do? Do I stand up? Like what the fuck was the protocol here? This was the President of the fucking United States of America.
"Uncle Fitz!" Ana jumped up, hugging him.
"Hey, Dad," Jerry and Karen mumbled from their seats.
I timidly stood up to greet him. "You must be Christian," he said, shaking my hand firmly.
"Yes, sir," I said, mustering up as much confidence as I could.
I cautiously sat back in my seat as the President talked to Ana, catching up a bit.
"I hear you've been terrorizing my staff," the President told Karen.
"I wouldn't exactly call it terrorizing," Karen commented, "More like breaking in."
I noticed him smirking at his daughter as he picked up one of the sliders from the tray and downed it.
"Where's Mom?" Karen inquired.
"She went up to the residence to change into something more comfortable, she'll be down in a minute," he stated.
"I know you wish I could stay and hang with you guys, But I've got a meeting with the Joint Chiefs in a minute. You'll be at the state dinner tomorrow, right?" he asked Ana and me.
"Of course," Ana replied for the both of us.
The President kissed Ana on the cheek and patted me on the back before making his departure.
"It was nice to meet you, Christian," he said.
"You too," I replied.
Holy fucking hell. That was the President. I just met the President of the United States of America. I repeat, the President of the United States of America! And dare I say he seemed like just a normal guy.
I needed to calm the fuck down. The First Lady was coming here any minute, and I needed to get my shit together. From what Ana told me, the First Lady has been a mother figure to her. Ana adored her, so I better make a good impression.
Ana had told me a lot about her second family. Olivia Pope-Grant was a force to be reckoned with in the political sphere. She graduated from Princeton University and Georgetown Law. She was an accomplished attorney then political "fixer" before capturing the heart of a young Senator from California, who was now the President.
She was a role model for Ana. She was a working mother but never neglected her children. She sounded a lot like Grace in that regard. And despite being in the ornamental role of the First Lady, she was anything but that. She was one of her husband's most trusted advisors, and if you had a political problem, whether it be with a scandal or a campaign, she was the one to call.
Ana also said she was a fashion icon – completely overshadowing the likes of Jackie Kennedy and Princess Diana. People just loved her.
Dare I say meeting the First Lady was more nerve-wracking than meeting the President? Because it was.
She was a very elegant and poised woman who reminded me much of my mother. She was very gracious towards me and seemed to care for and adore Ana. I was so glad she had someone like Olivia in her life to act as a mother figure. Lord only knew how shitty of a mother Ana's mom was.
After chatting with the First Lady for a while, she and Karen excused themselves, having to attend a women's conference going on in D.C.
So now, it was just Jerry, Ana, and me, and surprisingly enough, I didn't mind his company.
"Is this your first time in D.C.?" Jerry asked me.
"Yep," I replied, "Can't say I've ever had a reason to visit the nation's capital."
"You up for a tour with an insider?" he questioned, "There's a lot of boring historical crap to do around here, but I know how to make it a good time."
"Sounds like a plan."
Ana's POV
Ok, so this seemed to be going well. I would even go as far as to say as Christian liked Jerry. Dare I say they might become friends? Oh hell, I wasn't going to try to overreach here.
Anyways, Jerry, Christian, and I hit the streets (along with 3 Secret Service agents). Not very conspicuous…
The first stop was the International Spy Museum. Christian and Jerry were geeking out over some of the interactive exhibits. It was heartwarming to see Christian interact positively with someone other than myself or his family. He was usually so anti-social.
After the spy museum, Jerry took us to Embassy Row where we indulged in a variety of international foods – samosas from India, spanakopitas from Greece, potato pancakes from Latvia, bolinhos de bacalhau from Portugal, and yakitori from Japan.
We were completely stuffed. I was sure it was also uncomfortable for Christian to be escorted by three no-nonsense, tall, buff guys with guns. Not to mention people were holding their phones in our direction, hoping to get a photo.
If it weren't for the bodyguards, this would almost seem like a normal outing amongst friends.
Christian's POV
Ok, I take it back. Jerry Grant was a nice guy. He didn't want in my girl's panties and was a cool guy. I wasn't going to get all mushy and say we were new best friends, but I couldn't say that I had this much fun with someone who wasn't Ana or my family.
After eating our way through Embassy Row, Jerry took us back to the White House for a game of bowling. Karen and Mrs. Grant came back from their event and decided to join us. We played guys against girls. We were winning until the President joined us. Let's just say he should stick to governing.
After bowling, Ana and I went back to Blair House. We were much too tired to take a shower, so we changed into our pajamas and were now cuddling in bed.
"You liked Jerry, didn't you?" Ana asked, her voice full of hope.
"Yeah, I did," I affirmed, "I wasn't expecting to."
"I told you so," she smiled.
"He definitely doesn't want in your panties," I mumbled, and she giggled.
"He's like my brother."
"I believe you now."
"And what did you think of Karen?"
"You mean Mia 2.0?" I chuckled, "She's so full of energy. I get tired just listening to her."
"We need to introduce Mia to her."
"That we do, baby," I replied.
"And Uncle Fitz and Aunt Liv?"
"They really are like parents to you."
"Yeah," she asserted, "I wish my real mom was like Liv, but I really can't complain. Liv has always been there for me. I never felt neglected or unloved. Plus I have the most amazing dad ever."
A single tear rolled down her cheek, and I wiped it away with my thumb.
She smiled warmly at me then quickly changed the subject.
"Are you excited for the state dinner tomorrow?" she asked.
I nodded my head. "Have you been to one before?"
"Nope, this is my first one. Oh, that reminds me! We have to go to the City Center tomorrow so I can pick up jewelry on loan for tomorrow."
"Mmmn, dripping in diamonds, I hope," I murmured peppering kisses over her neck.
"Yes," she gasped, "Lots of diamonds."
"Who's the guest of honor?" I inquired.
"Some of the royal family from Denmark, I'm not sure who exactly. Fitz is trying to work out a trade deal with the country…"
I dipped my hands down the waistband of her silk pajama shorts to get her to stop talking.
I whispered in her mouth, "I love when you talk about international politics, baby."
She responded with a moan as I softly dipped a finger into her wetness.
The Capitol Beat
Jerry Grant Alert!
(The article is accompanied by photos of Ana, Christian, and Jerry earlier in the day at the International Spy Museum and Embassy Row)
The hunky Fitzgerald Thomas Grant IV was spotted out and about on the town today accompanied by two friends. One being the lovely Anastasia Steele (millionaire heiress and daughter of the White House's own Raymond Steele), the other being a mystery man (a very handsome one at that).
Steele and this mystery man seem to be very close. They were reportedly touching and holding hands all day, and the photos concur. I know we all used to ship Ana and Jerry who were childhood friends, but it looks like that ship has sailed! And if these photos are anything to go by, I'd say this mystery man has completely captured Steele's heart. We here at Capitol Beat think they make a wonderful couple (especially considering they're both too attractive for their own good).
The three amigos were spotted at the International Spy Museum and were accompanied by three Secret Service agents. Then it was off to Embassy Row, where the group indulged in delicious treats from around the world at the yearly festival. The three were then spotted getting into a bulletproof Suburban and weren't spotted in public after that.
We here at the Capitol Beat are doing everything we can to find out the identity of this sexy stranger, but if any of our readers know who he is, we'd love to hear from you. That's all we have for today…
Christian's Phone
6 missed calls, 2 from Mia Grey, 2 from Mom, 1 from Dad, 1 from Elliot Grey
4 text messages
Mia: OMG! CHRISTIAN! You're all over the tabloids. Also, do you by any chance have Jerry Grant's number? He's smoking!
Elliot: Bro, your face is all over the tabloids. Fucking hilarious. At least you don't look like a douche. Haha. Call me sometime!
Mom: Christian, darling! Mia has been showing me photos of you all over the tabloids. You and Ana look lovely together. Call your mother. I want to know how you're doing. Did you get to see the White House already? How was it? Love you, darling.
Dad: Call your mother, son.