Chapter 11 - Washington D.C. Part 2
Christian's POV
Crap, what the hell did my family want? They blew up my phone last night while I was ravaging Ana. There were 6 missed calls and 4 unread text messages.
What the actual fuck?! My family was mentioning tabloids? I knew there were people taking pictures of us yesterday, but I just assumed they were taking them of Jerry. I mean, I was just some nobody.
I immediately did a Google search for Jerry Grant, and the first article that popped up was one from the Capitol Beat. Ugh, it was just some sleazy tabloid.
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…
Oh my lord! There was a whole fucking article about what we did yesterday. Was this normal for people like Jerry? That was fucking ridiculous – having your daily life papped and published for anyone to see.
Thank God they haven't gotten my name yet. But knowing how cutthroat these tabloids could be, I was sure they'd be able to figure out my identity soon enough.
After reading the article, I did have to admit that the photos of Ana and I were lovely. We looked perfect together.
The last text message on my phone was from my dad telling me to call my mother. Reluctantly, I made the call.
"Christian!" Grace chirped.
"Mother," I stated.
"Oh, darling. How are you doing in D.C.? Are you having a nice time?"
Of course, she beat around the bush before getting to what she really wanted to talk to me about.
"It's great, mom. I've really been enjoying the city."
"And the White House?" she pressed on, "That must have been quite an experience."
"It was amazing."
"Did you take any pictures? I want to show your father."
"No, I didn't. But Ana and I are going back tonight. I'll be sure to send you one."
"Oh! Why are you guys going back?"
"Ana and I were invited to the state dinner."
"That's quite an event, darling. I hope Ana is dressing you. We wouldn't want you on any worst dressed lists."
I laughed, "Of course, she is."
"I'm glad to hear it."
"Is there something you wanted to talk to me about, mom?" I asked, wanting to end this conversation sooner rather than later.
"Well, I'm sure by now you've seen the article that was posted yesterday. A few more news outlets even picked up the story."
"It was hard not to see it," I quipped.
"A few of my friends saw it and were wondering what my son was doing with the president's son," she recounted.
"I mean, I guess we're kind of friends now," I said, unsure of myself.
My mother was flabbergasted, as there was a pause in the conversation. "Well, I'm glad you're having a nice time. Please give Ana my best."
"I will mom."
After the phone call with my mother, I sent quick replies to my siblings.
Mia: OMG! CHRISTIAN! You're all over the tabloids. Also, do you by any chance have Jerry Grant's number? He's smoking!
Christian: No boys for you, Mia!
Elliot: Bro, your face is all over the tabloids. Fucking hilarious. At least you don't look like a douche. Haha. Call me sometime!
Christian: Jealous fuck!
Ana's POV
Christian and I were on our way to the City Center to pick up my jewelry for tonight. I was going to get to wear hundreds of carats of diamonds – every girl's dream.
We were accompanied by two Secret Service agents – definitely, my father's doing. There wasn't a time where I was more grateful to have them there because once we arrived, there were photographers waiting outside for us.
What the hell? First off, how did these parasites know we were going to be here? Second off, why the hell would they want pictures of Christian and me? This really made no sense.
Christian whispered into my ear, "I'll explain later."
What was he not telling me?
I could hear the paparazzi screaming questions at us, ranging from a variety of topics.
"Ms. Steele! Ms. Steele! What is your relationship with Jerry Grant!"
"Can you give us your name, sir?" Those questions were all directed at Christian.
"Ms. Steele! Who are you wearing?"
"Were you and Jerry Grant dating?"
"Anastasia, who's the new man?"
I was thankful for the large sunglasses covering my eyes as camera flashes kept going off left and right. I instinctively hid my face against Christian's neck as we made our way inside.
Once we got through the paparazzi with the help of the agents, we were escorted into Harry Winston to preview the gems.
Christian then showed me something on his phone, and I was stunned by the article I was reading. How could I have been so stupid? I knew photos of us were taken yesterday, but I assumed that I wasn't the focus. Gah, those parasites!
At least they didn't know who Christian was yet, though. I knew those sleazy reporters, if you could even call them reporters, would dig into Christian's past. He didn't need reminders of his dark past. We have made such amazing strides with his issues, I'd hate to see him go back into the darkness.
Being in the tabloids wasn't unusual for me, but bringing in Christian is a whole other problem. He didn't sign up for this. Neither did I, but I knew that when my dad took a prominent role in the White House, it could happen. It simply came with the territory. Political opponents would look for anything to take a hit to Uncle Fitz's administration.
Nevertheless, I did have to say that Christian and I looked amazing together. I knew that before, but seeing some of these candid photos made my heart melt. We really did look young and in love.
"How are you feeling about this?" I asked Christian, broaching the subject carefully. I knew he hated the attention.
"I'm not that upset, surprisingly. I mean, they did call me a sexy stranger," he said with a smirk, making me giggle.
"Well, you're my sexy stranger," I retorted. "But being serious, it's going to get worse tonight. There will be a plethora of reporters taking pictures at the dinner tonight. And it's only a matter of time before they find out your identity…" I started rambling.
He shut me up with a kiss on the lips. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, baby. It really doesn't bother me."
"You sure?" I asked, still concerned about how he was feeling.
"One hundred percent."
After successfully picking up the jewelry, Christian and I trekked back outside, ready to face the paparazzi again.
Christian wrapped his arm around me to protect me, but luckily only about half of the reporters were patient enough to stay for our departure.
The agents expertly cleared a path for us so we could get back into the car.
"I don't understand why they're so interested in us," I huffed.
"Me neither, baby," he replied, "But it must have something to do with your friendship with Jerry. The media definitely has a fixation on all things Grant."
"I blame you and your hotness," I said, only half-joking.
"I thought you liked my hotness," he smirked.
"Well, now millions of girls across the country think you're hot too."
"But only one I care about."
"Christian, will you zip up my dress?" Christian and I were now getting ready for the state dinner back at Blair House.
Christian looked extremely handsome in his classic black tuxedo. This should be his new uniform. I would have jumped his bones right now if it weren't for this gown.
Instead of zipping up my dress as I asked him to, Christian started fondling my breasts. God, that felt good.
"We don't have time for this, baby," I said, not sounding very convincing at all.
"Haven't you ever heard of being casually late," he smirked.
He let go of my dress so that it pooled around my feet. All that I was left wearing was my La Perla panties and garter. I could feel his erection digging into my butt while he sneaked his fingers inside my panties and started playing with my clit.
"Mmmm, Christian, baby," I mumbled, "No time… Going to be late… People are expecting us…"
Christian ignored my protests and continued his assault on my body. I wasn't going to lie, I really didn't want this to stop right now.
He slowly slid his index finger into me while still applying pressure to my clit with his other fingers. I needed more of him. I craved it.
"More, please," I moaned.
"I thought you were worried about being late," he teased me.
Ugh, this infuriating man and his utter inability to give me what I wanted!
"Please," I moaned, moving my hips in an effort to create more friction.
"I want you to beg, Anastasia. Beg for me."
"Please, Christian I want you," I panted, completely out of breath.
"What do you want, baby?" He slipped another finger inside of me causing my mind to go blank.
"What do you want, baby?" he repeated.
"You," I moaned, "I want you."
"You're going to have to be more specific than that."
"I wa… wa… want you to f-f-fuck me," I managed to squeak out.
"I am fucking you," he smirked.
"Not your fingers." I was about to lose my mind here. Christian was still pumping his fingers in and out of me but had stopped rubbing my clit, leaving me on the edge of an orgasm.
"With what?"
"Your cock," I said, blushing.
"Mmmm, that's more like it," he grunted and quickly unzipped his pants.
He guided me to the bed and bent me over so he could take me from behind.
He rubbed the tip of his erection against my wet heat, teasing me even more.
"Just fuck me already," I whined.
I was rewarded with a slap on the ass that only made me want more.
"That was very rude, Anastasia," Christian chastised me.
"Mmmm, I'm sorry, sir," I apologized. I've never called him sir in bed before, but after doing some research on BDSM, I decided to try it out. And I had to say, it sounded sexy coming out of my mouth. I hoped Christian felt the same way.
"I think you deserve a punishment for speaking to me like that."
"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted.
"Yes, what?" he tested me. He must have liked it when I called him sir.
"Yes, sir," I corrected myself.
"I'm going to spank you ten times, Anastasia. And you're going to count." He rubbed my ass with his palms, no doubt thinking of the color of pink it would be after he spanked me.
"Yes sir," I replied obediently.
I think I hear him unbutton his shirt, then he whispers into my ear from behind. "If it gets too much, just tell me to stop, baby." He's always so caring and attentive towards me. But right now I don't need his compassion. I want him to spank me. I want him to punish me.
I nod in agreement and wiggle my butt to encourage him.
"Well, well, well. You dirty girl. Do you want me to punish you?"
"Yes sir. Please spank me."
Slap! Christian's palm landed on my right butt cheek, and I did my best to stifle my laugh. He was definitely being way too gentle. That slap didn't even hurt at all.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked sternly.
"I wasn't sir," I said, trying to save my ass.
"Was that not hard enough for you?"
"It wasn't sir. It was so soft, I barely even felt it."
Smack! This time Christian used a lot more strength, and this time it stung a little.
"Count, Anastasia," he reminded me, "Or else I'll be adding more."
"One," I said, squirming on the bed.
When he got to five, I was soaking wet. He easily plunged three fingers into my sopping wet cunt and moaned. "Look at you. Getting off on a punishment. You're a dirty, dirty little slut."
"Yes, sir. I'm your dirty slut," I cried. I was about to cum when all of a sudden Christian pulled his fingers out of my pussy, and I whimpered from the loss.
"You didn't think I was going to let you come before your punishment was over, did you?"
"No sir."
Smack. He laid another hard smack on my bottom. I could tell that it was already getting red, and I would surely be sore by the morning.
"Six," I moaned out, remembering to count.
When we got to the final one, Christian made sure that it was the hardest out of all of them.
"Ten," I cried. The last spank must have left a handprint.
If possible, I was even wetter than before and was dying for a release.
Again, he plunged three fingers inside me, and I immediately felt an orgasm starting to build up.
"Sir, please can I cum?"
And with that, Christian pulled all three fingers out of me. "Only good girls get to cum." He held his three fingers to my lips, signaling that he wanted me to suck my juices off of him. And like a good girl, I did as I was told.
"I want you to taste yourself. Taste how sweet you are."
My juices were a mix of sweetness and saltiness, also mixed with the taste of Christian's skin. And I had to say, it was delicious.
After sufficiently cleaning Christian's fingers, he pulled them out of my mouth.
"Do you think you've earned my cock?"
"That's for you to decide sir." I really needed him to fuck me right now. I hoped that was the answer he was looking for.
Lucky for me Christian responded with a growl and said, "Good answer, baby." He thrust his hardness into me with one stroke, causing me to scream out in pleasure.
"I'm cumming, sir," I screamed, feeling my walls squeezing his cock.
"Fuck, already? You dirty girl, I've barely even fucked you yet." He fucked me hard and fast while I rode out my first orgasm.
After I came back to earth, he showed no sign of slowing down. If anything, he was fucking me harder and rougher. And I loved it.
I could feel the second orgasm start to build up in my belly.
"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to," Christian demanded while pulling on my hair and swatting my behind.
"I don't think I can hold it, sir," I told him truthfully.
He smacked my ass again with more force and grunted, "Yes you can."
I was on sensation overload as Christian brought one of his hands down to the apex of my thighs and started rubbing circles against my clit.
"Please, please, please," I cried out, needing my release.
I felt Christian's thrusts getting more erratic, and I knew he was about to cum soon as well.
"Cum now, baby," he ordered me, and I let go.
"OHHHHHH, CHRISTIAN," I screamed, abandoning all rational thought.
He spilled his seed inside of me but still continued fucking me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.
After coming down from my high, I felt totally spent. Christian slowly removed himself from me and ran to the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean me up.
Holy shit, that was some really hot sex.
"Are you okay, baby?" Gone was the dominant Christian and back was my loving and caring boyfriend.
"I'm more than okay," I smiled.
"I didn't spank you too hard?"
"No. I loved it, Christian."
"It really threw me for a loop when you called me sir," he admitted.
"But you liked it, didn't you?"
"Hell yeah," he said with his signature smirk plastered on his face.
"I liked when you called me a dirty slut," I admitted.
"I didn't know if you'd like it. But I thought I'd try it out, and you went with it."
"It was hot."
"God, I love you," Christian said, kissing me on the lips.
"Have you heard of BDSM?" I'd been doing a little bit too much research during my free time.
"Like bondage and stuff?" he asked, "We've already established that you love when I tie you up."
"Yes, like bondage, but it's more than just that. BDSM stands for bondage/discipline, domination/submission, and sadism/masochism. I'm not too keen on the extreme pain part, but I want you to dominate me, baby. I love it."
"God, you're the perfect woman," he gushed, "I fucking love dominating you. I love that I have control over you, your body, your mind, and your pleasure. I fucking love that you trust me enough to give me control."
"So you're up for some experimenting?" I asked, hopefully.
"Yes," he said, much too eagerly, "I think I'm going to have to do some more research on my own. I'm going to come up with new ideas on how to fuck you senseless."
I felt a gush of wetness between my thighs. This was the last thing we needed right now – my horniness and the state dinner. We really did need to wrap up this sex conversation because it was just going to make me want more sex.
"That sounds perfect, but enough of the sex talk. We need to get ready. We're already late!"
Christian's POV
I couldn't believe Ana. She was truly the perfect woman for me. The way she called me sir and was the perfect little submissive really got me going. Fuck, I really needed to research some more of this BDSM shit. If it made my girl cum that hard. Jeez, anything for her.
Plus, it was such a fucking turn-on to have a complaint, submissive little girl in the bedroom. I knew that in any other situation, Ana would tell me to fuck off if I tried to tell her what to do. But in the bedroom, she fucking loved it, and I fucking loved it too.
After our little romp, Ana frantically had to redo her makeup and brush out her curls. All I had to do was put back on my clothes, which by some miracle didn't get too wrinkled from laying on the floor.
I saw Ana in the mirror pinning up her hair with bobby pins.
"Leave it down, baby," I requested.
"Are you giving me style advice now, sir?" she teased.
"No, I just like playing with your hair. And it looks so beautiful when it's down."
She turned around and gave me a kiss, leaving a stain of her lip gloss on my lips.
"I love you, Grey."
Despite our little romp earlier, we weren't too late. The event started at 7:00 pm and it was only 7:30. Ana said the President and guests of honor always arrived an hour late anyway to ensure they were the last ones to arrive.
Pulling up to the White House, reporters and paparazzi were rushing up to the car, dying to see who was inside. Bright camera flashes were going off all over the place, and we were lucky that the tinted windows were providing some sort of shield for our eyes.
The door was opened for us, and I took Ana's hand to help her out of the car. There were hundreds of photographers outside of the event wanting to take our picture. There was also an equal amount of security trying to keep them back and calm down the crowd. This was absolute pandemonium.
Ana and I walked hand in hand to the entrance of the State Dining Room. There was an official White House photographer outside waiting to take our photo. I'd have to remember to send a photo to my mother.
After posing for the photographer we were greeted by the doorman: "Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey."
The dining room was something out of Gatsby – it was immaculate. There were circular tables scattered around the room, and the tables were set with the finest silverware and china. Celebrities, foreign dignitaries, and D.C.'s finest were in attendance, all dressed to the nines.
Ana and I were definitely the youngest guests here, and I almost felt out of place. Like, what the hell was I doing here?
Of course, the first one to spot us was Karen Grant. She was greeting guests with her brother when they started to make their way over to us.
Ana's POV
Aunt Liv did an amazing job planning this dinner. The room was tastefully and beautifully decorated, giving a classic yet modern feel. With the presence of Danish royalty in mind tonight, the decor reflected that. It was obvious that the decor was inspired by the Nordic countries, with Danish-American art filling the walls and a red and white color palette in homage to the flag of Denmark.
My dad was supposed to be at the event today, but his plans were derailed as he had to fly last minute to New York City to deal with a national security issue. It seemed like there was always one issue after the other.
Christian held my hand in his as we walked into the State Dining Room. We both spotted Karen and Jerry as they excitedly made their way to us, greeting guests along the way.
Jerry gave me a kiss on the cheek and said hello to Christian, while Karen gave both of us hugs.
"Ana!" Karen squealed, "Holy cow! That necklace is insane. And your dress! Ellie Saab?"
"Monique Lhuillier." I turned to Christian and saw him animated in a conversation with Jerry, which made me smile.
"You look stunning too, Baby K," I gushed, "Your boobs look killer in that dress."
"Trust me, this outfit was all mom's doing. I had a killer dress picked out, but mom said I was showing too much cleavage."
"She was probably right," I giggled.
"Possibly," Karen relented, "But did you hear about the Prince that's coming tonight. I hear he's a model and quite a hunk."
"I'm sure you'll catch his eye without a titty show."
Karen started giggling uncontrollably, causing Jerry to tell her to calm down.
"Do you guys want some food?" Jerry asked after calming his sister down, "I'm starving and dinner isn't going to be served for another half an hour or so."
There were some waiters walking around the dining room passing out drinks and hors d'oeuvres, but I knew the boys were probably dying for some real food.
We all snuck off to the kitchen where Chef Philippe was busy managing all the kitchen staff.
"What's on the menu tonight?" Jerry asked the chef with his natural charm.
"Ah, it's so nice to see you, les enfants," Philippe said in a heavy French accent, greeting Jerry, Karen, and me.
"I don't believe we've met," he stated, shaking Christian's hand.
"Enchante," Christian said in perfect French, "Je m'appelle Christian." Nice to meet you, my name is Christian.
"Ahhh," Philippe exclaimed, "Tu parles français?" You speak French?
"Oui," Christian answered, "J'apprends depuis que je suis un enfant." Yes, I've been learning ever since I was a child.
"Parfait!" the chef exclaimed, "Je t'aime déjà!" Perfect! I like you already.
The chef then rattled on tonight's menu to Jerry who seemed quite interested in the food.
"I didn't know you spoke French," I whispered to Christian. That might have been the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. I could only imagine Christian speaking to me in French while we were making love. Mmmm, the language of love. More like the language of sex.
"I hardly ever use it. My mom has a rule for all her children: a foreign language, a musical instrument, and a martial art. You know I play the piano. Elliot plays the guitar and Mia plays the violin. Mia and I both speak French while Elliot speaks Spanish. As for the martial arts, Elliot used and I used to do karate. He hated it, and I couldn't stand the chance of being touched. Mia put her foot down in middle school."
"Well," I said seductively, "I find it very sexy that you can speak French."
"Est-ce vrai, Mademoiselle Steele?" he smirked. Is that so, Miss Steele?
"I have no idea what you just said but keep talking," I sighed.
"Oh my god, Ana," Karen interrupted us and handed me a plate, "You have to try this. It's a red wine braised short rib."
I took a bite and it melted in my mouth. "God, this is to die for." I fed a bite to Christian, and he said the same.
"C'est délicieux," Christian commented to the chef. It's delicious.
"Merci, mais tu dois essayer l'agneau." Thank you, but you must try the lamb.
Philippe handed Christian a plate with a small herb-crusted rack of lamb.
"Je l'adore," Christian raved. "Qu'avez vous d'autre?" I love it. What else do you have?
Christian then took his turn feeding me food while the chef fixed all of us a plate filled with an array of appetizers.
"Here we have pork belly with an apple salad, venison tartare with a truffle vinaigrette, deviled eggs with ossetra caviar, and langoustine rolls with spiced beets."
I swear I was going to gain 15 pounds on this trip if I kept eating Philippe's food.
It was about 8:00 pm now – the first couple and Danish monarchs had yet to arrive. Jerry says they were busy in the Diplomatic Reception Room taking official pictures. We were already getting pretty bored with all these dinosaurs roaming around the place. But hey, there wasn't much entertainment here for teenagers. At least Ariana Grande was set to perform after dinner. Something to look forward to…
"Holy shit Ana!" Christian said, "Is that Blake Lively?" He knew how much I love Gossip Girl. Blair Waldorf was my inspiration in life.
He pointed in her direction and I squealed in delight.
"Oh, my God. Karen, Karen, Karen!" I said excitedly, "That's Blake Lively."
She was sitting at a table with her husband, Ryan Reynolds, and some other famous people I didn't really care about. Blake was wearing a chic satin grey dress with a slit at the leg and a tied bow at the front. How did she look so amazing in everything? Gah!
Much like me, Karen was freaking out. "Holy mother! I didn't know she was coming. I would've told daddy to put my plate setting next to her."
Calm Steele, you could do this. "I'm going in," I said bravely to Karen.
"I'm coming," Karen said, following behind me.
After a nervous but lovely conversation with Blake, she agreed to take a picture with both Karen and me. She was terribly sweet and gracious. And did I forget to mention Ryan Reynolds took a picture of me and Blake Lively! I could have screamed right now.
It was another 15 minutes before Fitz, Liv, and the queen and king of Denmark made their arrival.
Aunt Liv was wearing a stunning golden yellow gown that perfectly flaunted her curves without being too sexy. It was both elegant and fashion-forward.
The Queen of Denmark was dressed quite ostentatiously in a pastel green ball gown with ruffled sleeves. From across the room, I could see her intricate emerald and diamond tiara and matching necklace.
"Hey, kids," Aunt Liv greeted us warmly, after the attention on the most important guests had died down a bit.
"Mom!" Karen shouted, "You'll never guess who I took a picture with?"
"Blake Lively," she guessed.
"How'd you know?" Karen questioned.
"I was finalizing the guest list this morning," she informed, "And I saw Blake's name on the list. I knew you wouldn't pass up an opportunity like that."
"You should've seen her mom," Jerry laughed, "She was totally starstruck."
"Shut up, Jer," Karen said, elbowing him.
"Alright, kids. That's quite enough," Liv dismissed them, "I came over here to tell you guys to go mingle with Prince Nikolai. The queen tells me he's quite shy and…"
"You mean the really hot prince?" Karen interrupted, which caused Liv to roll her eyes at her daughter's enthusiasm.
"Yes, that's the one," Liv affirmed.
"Where is he?" I asked, wanting to make him feel comfortable.
"He's sitting over there," Liv pointed to an empty table in the corner.
"Don't worry," I said, "We'll go talk to him."
"No funny business, Karen," she said firmly.
Karen rolled her eyes and went dashing off in the Prince's direction. I just prayed she wouldn't embarrass herself.
Jerry bolted after his sister, no doubt trying to stop an international incident.
"Do you think we should go over there?" I asked Christian.
"Yeah, I think it will be hilarious to see Karen fawn all over him."
International crisis averted. Karen has since been tamed, and we were now having a nice chat with Prince Nikolai, who had encouraged all of us to just call him Nick.
It turned out he loved American football and absolutely detested all this fancy food they were serving here.
"I can have the chef whip you up something more casual if you'd like," Jerry said.
"Oh, no. I couldn't trouble you like that," the Prince said with a heavy accent, "I'm used to all this fancy food. I have to attend boring events like this all the time."
"What do you say we get out of here?" Jerry suggested.
"What are you proposing?" the Prince asked.
"Oh! Dad built a secret game room in the basement," Karen screamed.
"Sorry, Karen. I couldn't hear you," Jerry said sarcastically, which earns laughs and giggles from all of us.
"That sounds way better than this," Prince Nikolai responded.
"Well, secret party it is," Karen shouted.
After making a secret departure from the State Dining Room, the group was now playing Dance Dance Revolution on the PlayStation. With Karen and I in fancy gowns, we felt it best to watch the boys play rather than ruin our dresses.
Jerry ordered pizza, buffalo wings, and soda for us – a healthy break from all the food at the state dinner.
I'd never seen Christian dance before, and he was absolutely terrible. Prince Nikolai, who was obviously trained in ballroom dancing, was killing this game. Jerry wasn't doing so bad, but the Prince was definitely blowing both boys out of the water. It wasn't even a competition.
Mia and I were laughing and making fun of the boys, all the while taking precious videos of their dance moves. I was never going to let Christian live this one down.
I devilishly made a group chat with his whole family and sent them the video.
Ana: Someone needs some dancing lessons.
Mia: This is gold! Wait, OMG! Is that Prince Nikolai? He's smoking hot!
Grace: Oh, dear. I'm glad you kids are having fun.
Elliot: Haha! This is hilarious. Tell Christian he looks like he has two left feet.
"I'm sure they're missing us upstairs," I said after the boys had finished their sixth game of Dance Dance Revolution. Prince Nikolai won all six times. It was so funny really, with Christian and Jerry fighting over who got second place.
"Yeah, we should probably be getting back," Jerry agreed with me. "They should be finishing up dinner. Ariana Grande is performing."
"Oh, Ariana Grande!" Karen squealed frantically, putting her heels back on and running upstairs. "We have to go back."
We all laughed at Karen's enthusiasm, and I whispered to Christian, "What do you say we take a break from the hip-hop and have a slow dance upstairs."
"That sounds like a great idea, baby."
I could hear Jerry in the background. "Hey, Nick. Do you mind having a dance with my sister?"
"Not a problem."
Christian and I were dancing to Ariana Grande's "Tattooed Heart," completely lost in each other.
In the corner of my eye, I could see that Karen was in seventh heaven, having been asked to dance by Prince Nikolai. Jerry would do anything for his sister.
Jerry was dancing with his mother, while Uncle Fitz was entertaining the Queen and her husband.
Overall, this had been a great evening, and we were all glad that no one caught us sneaking out of the event.
"I could get used to this," Christian commented.
"The fancy parties?" I inquired.
"No, dancing with you."
The Washington Post
A State Dinner for Denmark's Monarchs
President Grant's second state dinner was hosted in honor of Her Majesty, Queen Margrethe II of Denmark, His Royal Highness, Prince Henrik, and His Highness, Prince Nikolai. A full guest list of the glamorous affair was just released, and it did not disappoint.
Among the celebrities in attendance were Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, Danish tennis player Caroline Wozniacki, Emily Blunt, John Krasinski, Bradley Cooper, Natalie Portman, and a performance from Ariana Grande.
Guests from Grant's administration included the Vice President and his wife, Secretary of State, Molly Fitzgerald, White House Chief of Staff, Cyrus Beene, and the White House Press Secretary, Quinn Perkins.
The First Lady was in charge of the decor and dinner menu for the event. A spokeswoman from the First Lady's office confirmed that she hand-selected every single piece of decor in the room, along with all the china, and oversaw the menu with the White House's head chef, Philippe Antoine.
A statement from the First Lady's office: "Mrs. Grant wanted the decor to reflect the culture and spirit of the Danish people. For the dinner menu, she wanted to showcase the wonderful crops and seafood from the region."
The Decor
The decor was inspired by the culture and history of Denmark and showcased the longstanding relationship between the two countries. Paintings from Danish-American artists were hung on the walls, and the color scheme of the event was inspired by the red and white Danish flag.
White and red Marguerite daisies (the national flower of Denmark) decorated the halls and were the centerpieces of all the tables. Red tablecloths covered the tables while red and white china from the Reagan era was used to complement the color scheme.
The Dinner Menu
For the starters, Mrs. Grant chose a menu of both American classics and Nordic favorites. Here's the official list of all the canapes that were served at tonight's event:
- Chicken and Waffles -
Organic, farm-raised chicken from Georgia
Deep-fried chicken, Belgian waffle, Rum maple syrup
- Duroc Pork Belly with Granny Smith Apple Salad -
Organic, farm-raised Duroc pork from Iowa
Organic granny smith apples from New York
Barbeque-glazed pork belly, Green apple salad with arugula and an apple cider vinaigrette
- Venison Tartare with Truffle Vinaigrette -
Wild venison from Denmark
Black truffles from Tennessee
- Deviled Eggs with Osetra Caviar -
Eggs sourced from a local farmer in Virginia
Garnished with osetra caviar and chives
- Langoustine Roll with Spiced Beets -
Ethically and responsibly sourced langoustine from the Nordic region
Beets from Denmark
- Aquavit Seafood Cocktail -
A mix of the freshest seafood caught by Danish fisheries
- Traditional Danish Smørrebrød -
Pickled herring, beets, capers, dill, cucumber
For the main course, Mrs. Grant ensured there was something to eat for everyone by including a vegetarian entree, fish entree, and meat entree. Guests were given a choice of three dishes all accompanied by a different wine:
- Ahi Tuna -
Wild-caught ahi tuna from Hawaii
Salt-cured ahi tuna, Pickled young radish, Watermelon-juniper granita
Trisaetum Dry Riesling "Estates" 2014
- Tomato Tartare -
Organic, heirloom tomatoes from California
Cardamom yogurt, Micro lettuces, Citrus vinaigrette
Grgich Hills Fume Blanc "Estate" 2013
- Red Wine Braised Beef Short Ribs -
Organic, farm-raised beef from Texas
Hot kale salad, Thyme dumplings
RdV "Rendezvous" 2010
For the dessert, the First Lady chose two – a classic American dessert and a classic Danish one.
- Deconstructed Apple Pie -
Assorted organic apples from New York
Puff pastry, cinnamon, whipped cream
- Drømmekage -
Danish dream cake, Coconut topping
The Entertainment
Ariana Grande was tonight's entertainer. The White House just released the official setlist of all the songs Grande performed this evening.
"Tattooed Heart" originally performed by Ariana Grande
"Can't Help Falling in Love" originally performed by Elvis Presley
"Dreams" originally performed by Fleetwood Mac
"Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart" originally performed by Ariana Grande
"At Last" originally performed by Etta James
The Fashion
As expected, everyone brought their fashion A-game for tonight's star-studded dinner party. We've composed a list of the 5 best-dressed women of the night.
#5 – Karen Grant
President Grant's 15-year-old daughter was absolutely stunning in a black, strapless gown designed by Oscar de la Renta. With embroidered leaves along the bodice and a matching diamond necklace to boot, she looked very mature and beautiful.
#4 – Blake Lively
Blake Lively never disappoints. In a satin grey, off-the-runway Ralph and Russo dress, she stood out from the crowd.
#3 – Her Majesty, Queen Margrethe II
At almost 80 years old, Queen Margrethe still looks amazing. The Danish palace has yet to release the designer of Her Majesty's gown, but she looked amazing in a pale green dress. The most eye-catching pieces of her outfit were her crown jewels: a diamond and emerald tiara with a matching necklace.
#2 – Anastasia Steele
Anastasia Steele, the daughter of the White House's National Security Advisor, Raymond Steele, has been making quite the headlines recently from her sightings with Jerry Grant and a mystery man. She definitely made another splash tonight. In an embroidered Monique Lhuillier gown and dazzling jewelry from Harry Winston, Steele was the belle of the ball.
#1 – First Lady, Olivia Grant
Style-icon, Olivia Grant has done it again. In a sleek, figure-hugging, golden-yellow ball gown that perfectly complemented her chocolate skin tone, Mrs. Grant earned the number one spot on our best-dressed list. The dress was an original design by Oscar de la Renta, made specifically for Mrs. Grant. Her only accessories were yellow diamond earrings, which were a gift from her husband. Time and time again, Mrs. Grant has combined classic and modern styles and will no doubt be an inspiration to the First Ladies who will follow her.
The Capitol Beat
The Glamorous Grant State Dinner
Hey, readers! D.C. has been abuzz in preparation for the state dinner that was hosted at the White House last night. And lucky for our readers, photos of the mystery hunk have surfaced from his attendance at the dinner. And he looks great in a tux…
Tonight, the three amigos along with the first daughter, Karen Grant were spotted at the state dinner rubbing elbows with royalty and A-list celebrities.
The dinner was hosted in honor of the Queen and Prince Consort of Denmark: Her Majesty, Queen Margrethe II, and His Royal Highness, Prince Henrik. The monarch also brought along one of her grandsons: His Highness, Prince Nikolai. At only 19 years old, Prince Nikolai is already quite the heartthrob. I'm sorry, Prince Harry who?
Jerry Grant, Karen Grant, Anastasia Steele, and the mystery hottie were spotted taking official White House photos at the event. Both Karen and Anastasia looked absolutely gorgeous, and we've got the inside scoop on what the two were wearing, as well as details of what the rest of the first family was wearing.
Steele was dressed in a black strapless Monique Lhuillier ball gown with floral embellishments. She was carrying a black Alexander McQueen clutch and was wearing a pair of Gianvito Rossi sandals. But the focal point of Steele's ensemble was those huge diamonds from Harry Winston. It is unclear if Steele owns the jewels or if they're on loan. Nevertheless, they're every girl's dream. The diamond necklace is estimated to be worth about $8 million alone, with a whopping total of 130 carats. The diamond bracelet is only a mere 10 carats while the diamond earrings are 32 carats.
Karen Grant was outfitted in a black, strapless, velvet Oscar de la Renta gown with embroidered leaves at the bodice. The White House confirmed the necklace Miss Grant wore was on loan from Tiffany & Co. for the night. Miss Grant was donning a diamond necklace from Tiffany & Co.'s autumn collection. The necklace has over 32 carats with a strand of diamond embezzled leaves across the back, perfectly matching her dress. Grant was also carrying a clutch from Saint Laurent. And always the one to mix high fashion with affordable brands, Grant rocked black leather heels from Steve Madden. That's right ladies, gold ole Steve Madden. The shoes cost only $50, so you can get Grant's look on a budget. Well, only the shoes that is.
Jerry Grant and the unknown Adonis were looking absolutely dashing in their tuxedos. It was confirmed that Jerry Grant wore an Armani tuxedo, while our fashion experts here at The Capitol Beat are almost certain that the Adonis wore a tuxedo straight off the runway from Brunello Cucinelli. The pair were photographed with Prince Nikolai of Denmark throughout the night, and I think we can all agree they could be GQ models.
The glamorous first lady, Olivia Pope-Grant, didn't disappoint either. The epitome of style and grace, Mrs. Grant looked stunning in a honey yellow Oscar de la Renta gown with a halter neckline and a cascading ruffle trim at the back. We definitely know where Karen Grant got her style inspiration from. Mrs. Grant chose to keep it simple with earrings as her only piece of jewelry. The White House confirmed the earrings were a gift from President Grant for their 5th anniversary – a custom pair of earrings from Butani, a mix of diamonds and yellow diamonds, totaling 250 carats with an estimated worth of $5 million. Hot damn, someone needs to get us a hubby like President Grant who has a great butt and showers his wife with precious jewels.
And if any of you were interested the president was dressed completely in Armani like his son.
We reached out to representatives from the royal family of Denmark for comment on what the Queen, Prince Consort, and the young prince were wearing, but they did not respond.
Among the celebrity guest list were Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski, Natalie Portman, and Bradley Cooper. Other notable guests included Danish tennis star Caroline Wozniacki, former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice (close friends with Mrs. Grant), and various members of Congress and the Grant administration.
Here's the whole gallery of photos of looks from tonight's dinner.
Despite all the royals and celebs at the dinner, all eyes were on the Grant children, Anastasia Steele, and the beautiful man by her side.
We are on high alert for any sightings of the Grant children, Anastasia Steele, and her beau. If any of our readers know his identity, please contact us. We're all dying to know…
The Seattle Nooz
We all know that Seattle is home to millionaire heiress Anastasia Steele. She's the beautiful daughter of Raymond Steele who works for the White House as the National Security Advisor. Mr. Steele has an estimated net worth of $600 million.
The glamorous Anastasia Steele was spotted at the state dinner hosted at the White House last night alongside longtime friends and first children, Jerry and Karen Grant. Steele was accompanied by a hottie rumored to be her boyfriend.
We've reached out to everyone in Seattle to see if anyone knew who the man with Steele was. And as it turns out, they go to the same exclusive private school right here in Seattle – Seattle College Preparatory.
A classmate of Steele revealed to us that the young man's name is Christian Grey. They are both juniors at Seattle College Preparatory. The classmate, who asked to remain anonymous, said Grey was a new student this year. We've done a little digging ourselves and it turns out Grey has attended 3 different high schools. What we don't know is why.
Here's what the classmate had to say when asked about Grey and Steele's relationship. "Christian was new to the school this year, and he immediately latched onto Ana. They're always together at school. Christian really only ever talks to Ana. I've never seen him interact with anyone else. He's a mystery to everyone at school, but he's extremely intelligent. He's ranked number one in our class."
Christian Grey is the son of Grace Trevelyan-Grey and Carrick Grey. Grace Trevelyan-Grey is a world-renowned surgeon and is currently the Head of Surgery at Seattle Grace Hospital. Carrick Grey is the founder and owner of Grey & Associates, the best law firm on the west coast. The Greys are active in Seattle's social scene and are very philanthropic. They founded a charity, Coping Together, which helps kids whose parents are addicted to drugs and alcohol. We are told that the charity is personal for the Greys.
It is public record that Grace and Carrick Grey have adopted three children: Elliot Grey, Christian Grey, and Amelia Grey. The Greys reportedly own a $20 million, five-acre estate in Bellevue overlooking the Puget Sound.
In addition to being spotted at the state dinner last night, Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele were seen the day before in the D.C. area with Jerry Grant, the president's son. Their multiple appearances with members of the First Family have brought national attention to both Grey and Steele. Could this be Seattle's new power couple? We sure think so.
We here at the Nooz are on official Grey/Steele watch. If you see them, please snap a photo and send it to us. We want more of this very young and very rich couple!
Ana's POV
Christian and I had a wonderful week in Washington D.C., but I was so excited to be going back home. I missed sleeping in my own bed.
My dad managed to get away from the office for a night, so Christian and I were able to have dinner with him. The rest of the time was spent fooling around with Karen and Jerry, as well as causing a ruckus in the White House. Let's just say footballs and priceless White House antiques weren't friends.
Nevertheless, Aunt Liv and Uncle Fitz told me they loved Christian, and couldn't wait until I brought him back to D.C. again. It was much the same sentiment with Karen and Jerry. Karen never failed to comment on how easy Christian was on the eyes, and Jerry was glad to have made a new friend who treated him like a normal kid, not like the President's son.
Christian and I flew back via a private jet to Seattle on Sunday morning. We got back to Seattle at around noon, and I was completely exhausted.
However, Christian's parents insisted that I come to dinner at their house. I practically fell asleep at the dinner table.
The Greys could not stop talking about all the various articles that were written about Christian and me while we were in D.C. Mia could not shut up about all her friends asking about Christian. In her words, we were practically celebrities now.
Lord, I could only imagine how interesting school was going to be tomorrow. We would just have to wait and see.