Chapter 22 - Growing Up and Moving On
Christian's POV
"Mr. Grey, your brother's rights are very limited in this situation. Since they're not married, he doesn't have any legal rights to this baby. Miss Kavanagh can get an abortion without notifying him. And if she chooses to have the child, Elliot isn't guaranteed to be a part of their life. Another thing though, Mr. Grey. Are we certain of the baby's paternity?"
Fuck! Of course! Why didn't I think of that? I wouldn't put it past Kate to lie about being pregnant with my brother's child to weasel her way back into Ana's life.
"We're not one hundred percent certain. I'll have an investigator look into it. I don't want to upset Miss Kavanagh with a DNA test. My wife won't be happy with me. Thanks for looking into this for me though, Mr. Shapiro."
"No problem, Mr. Grey."
Before I had to go pick up Elliot from the airport, I had to call Welch to dig into this. I wanted to know if Kate was telling the truth.
"Yes, Mr. Grey?" he answered.
"Welch, I need you to do some digging into Kate Kavanagh for me."
"Am I looking for something specific, sir?"
"Yes, I want to know if she ever made contact with my brother. Go to Brown, see if any of the other students saw them together. It would've been at a frat party."
"Do you have a date?"
"Whenever the Brown/Yale football game was. And I need this information as soon as possible."
"I'll be right on it, Mr. Grey."
"Good. Update Taylor regularly."
"Yes, sir."
If Kate was lying about this whole pregnancy thing… I didn't care what Ana said. I was going to ruin that bitch's life for good.
"Hey, man," Elliot greeted me, walking down the steps of the jet. "Why'd you make me come here? I mean, thanks for sending me the jet, but what's up?"
"It's complicated."
He scoffed, "Are you going to tell me?"
"Not right now, Elliot. Later."
"Jeez, I didn't realize you were so secretive… Well, on second thought, I guess you are. How's the wife?"
"She's good. I don't know if mom told you, but we're moving back to Seattle."
"Shit, bro! She's dropping out of Harvard too?"
"She's going to try to finish college through online classes. She's actually starting a fashion line. GEH is investing."
"You're sure you want to mix business with pleasure?"
"I'm hoping GEH will be a family business," I stated, "Hopefully, one of my kids will want to take it over one day."
"Dude, is Ana pregnant?" he gasped.
Oh, if only he knew.
Ana's POV
"Perfect," I smiled at Kate, "You look beautiful."
After doing Kate's makeup and picking an outfit for her, I thought she was presentable enough to face Elliot. She was wearing a pair of Rag & Bone jeans, a white Loro Piana sweater, and Golden Goose sneakers.
"Ana, thank you so much for helping me after you know… I sent that tip to the Seattle Nooz about you and Christian."
"Don't worry about that right now, okay?" I said, gently placing my hand over her stomach, "I just want you and your baby to be healthy and happy. Whatever decision you make. I might not support it, but I'll always support you."
Christian's POV
"Where are we going?" Elliot asked me as we walked to the car.
"Back to the office," I told him.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"I have a meeting. It'll take half an hour at most. You can wait in my office. We'll go to lunch after."
"Who's this?" Elliot asked as Taylor opened the car door for us.
"This is Taylor. Taylor, you know Elliot."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Grey," Taylor said to Elliot.
"You too, Taylor," Elliot smiled.
"Your driver?" Elliot whispered to me.
"No, security."
"Jeez, already that important Chrissy?" he laughed and was immediately met with a scowl from me.
Taking Elliot to GEH was a huge mistake. He was currently hitting on all my female employees including Andrea! For goodness sake, she was the best assistant I have had so far. I didn't want Elliot scaring her off.
"Elliot," I chastised him, "Stay away from my employees."
How was he going to step up and be a good father if he keeps on behaving this way?
"Jeez, bro. I'm just being friendly. Get that stick out of your ass."
I could only roll my eyes at his crude language before my cell rings. It was Welch. Hopefully, he had the information I needed.
"What do you have for me, Welch?" I answered the phone.
"It looks like the story checks out. I talked to several people who know Miss Kavanagh. They said they saw her with a Yale student who fits all the physical features of your brother."
Fucking hell, could Kate be telling the truth? I mean, it could've been another blonde guy.
"Is that all you've found?"
"No, Mr. Grey. I also hacked into the GPS system on both of their phones. The two phones pinged the same location from 2 am to 9 am the following day."
And fuck! I knew Kate had to be telling the truth.
"Thanks, Welch. Good work."
"Of course, Mr. Grey."
Ana's POV
Christian: You and Kate can come to the restaurant right now. Elliot and I are already there.
Ana: Ok, see you soon. Xx
"Kate, let's go," I encouraged her.
"I'm dreading this, Ana," she whined, "I changed my mind. I'm not going."
"You're an adult now. You made an adult decision that ended up in an adult consequence. And now you have to deal with it. Kate, please. Get in the car."
She huffed but listened to me for a change.
"Elliot's going to meet us there," I let her know.
"Does he know I'm going to be there?" she asked.
"Christian's going to tell him. We're going to let you two have some privacy, but I'll still be there if you need me." I put my hand on her shoulder to soothe her. "Don't worry. Everything's going to be fine."
Christian's POV
Elliot and I were seated at the restaurant with Taylor watching us from another table.
"I still can't believe you have security," Elliot commented.
"It's necessary."
"Isn't it kind of weird having a shadow?"
"Not really. Sometimes I don't even notice he's there," I answered.
"Does Ana have a guy on her too?"
"Of course. She actually has two of them as of today."
"Yikes! Protective much?"
"She's a much easier target than I am. I would make it three, but I happen to value my life," I laugh.
"I'd love to see you with a kid," he joked.
That reminded me…
"Do you remember a Kate Kavanagh?" I asked him.
"Ummm," he paused, "I think I hooked up with someone named Kate not too long ago. But I was drunk out of my mind. I'm not sure if that's her name. Why?"
"Look, she's one of Ana's friends."
"And?"
I saw Ana and Kate in the corner of my eye walking into the restaurant accompanied by Sawyer and Ryan. They walked up to our table, and Elliot's eyes bugged out when he saw Kate.
"I think you two need to talk," I said, getting out of my seat.
Ana's POV
Christian and I went to sit at another table on the opposite side of the restaurant so we could spy on what was going on between Kate and Elliot without them knowing.
Elliot looked like his cat died, and Kate looked like a nervous wreck.
"I wonder what they're saying?" I whispered to Christian.
"I can have Welch or Barney hack into one of their phones so we can listen in."
"That better be a joke," I warned.
"It wasn't."
"Oh for goodness sake, Christian!"
"Fine, fine, fine," he relented.
"Let's just order some food. I'm starving."
Elliot's POV
"Kate?" What the fuck was going on here? Why did Christian drag me all the way down here to talk to some random girl I fucked at a party?
"Hey, Elliot," she said nervously.
I took a seat at the table and she started to fiddle with the silverware.
"Um, sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but what exactly did Christian drag me here for?"
"I um… I don't know how to say this," Kate mumbled.
God, that girl looked like a mess.
"... I'm pregnant."
Holy fucking hell. How even? Well, I know how. Did I forget the condom? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I think I did. Oh God, this was not happening to me right now. I was only 21 years old. I had my whole life ahead of me.
"If you don't want it, I'm going to get an abortion."
What the hell did she just say? She wanted to kill my child?! Abso-fucking-lutely not!
"I want it," I said immediately, not even having to think of the ramifications of my words. I just knew I couldn't let her kill it, and I couldn't abandon it.
"Elliot, are you sure? Because I know I can't be a mom right now. I can't even take care of myself."
And here came the fucking waterworks.
"Of course I want this child. It's mine."
"So you're going to take care of a child on your own? You're in college, Elliot. How are you going to manage?"
"I have my parents and Ana and Christian."
"Really think about it, Elliot. This is a baby and a huge responsibility. You can't just pawn it off to other people. And if you really do want to keep it… I don't… I don't know if I want to be a part of their life."
Was this bitch so cold that she didn't even want to know her own son or daughter?
"I don't care if you're part of their life or not. I'm not going to keep him or her from you. But if you decide later in life that you suddenly want to know your child, we're going to have a problem."
"I never wanted children," she sobbed.
"I never thought about it myself. But now that it's a reality, I won't abandon my child. I have to step up. Sex has consequences," I said, taking responsibility.
"And you're really sure this is what you want?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"How are you going to take care of this baby Elliot? You'll be in New Haven. Your parents are in Seattle and Ana and Christian are in Boston. That's not exactly close."
"Then I'll transfer to a college in Seattle! Ana and Christian are moving back there anyways!"
"You'd give up Yale for some dumb mistake? I told you, I can take care of it."
"Don't you dare ever say that again. I want this child. Do you know what it felt like growing up? I never knew my biological parents, and although Grace and Carrick were the best parents I could ask for, I always felt rejected by my birth parents."
She sighed, her tears turning into anger, "Fine! If you really want this baby that bad, I'll push it out for you. Then, they'll be your problem."
Ana's POV
Ater Christian and I finished our meal, Kate and Elliot were still talking. I really hoped Elliot wanted the baby.
"Should we interrupt them?" I asked, anxiously. I really needed to know what was going on. It looked like the conversation was getting pretty heated.
"Let them be. I'm sure they'll tell us when they're ready."
Christian's POV
"Look, Elliot's getting up," I told Ana, pointing at him.
"I'm going to check on Kate," she said, scurrying to the other table.
Elliot looked flustered as he took a seat.
"Bro, what the actual fuck!"
"Elliot, are you…"
"I mean, I can't believe I got that girl pregnant. She's a fucking mess!"
"Are you taking responsibility?"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Of course, I'm going to take care of my child."
"Are you sure you're ready for that kind of responsibility?" I asked. I wanted to make sure Elliot was completely committed. Babies were a lot of work.
"Of course I am! But I'm not sure about her. You know she was talking about an abortion? That's my fucking kid!"
"She can still get one, Elliot."
"Well, she better fucking not! She told me she would have my fucking kid then be on her merry fucking way."
"Elliot, you need to calm down. How are you planning on raising a child in New Haven?"
"I'm not. I'm going to move back to Seattle with you and Ana."
"You're going to give up Yale and football?"
"Yep," he shrugged, "I'll transfer to UW and finish college there."
"Ana and I will help you in any way we can," I said, offering our support.
"I know, bro. And thank you."
"Are you planning on telling Mom soon? I'm assuming you're going to move back in with them, right?"
"Fuck, C. I don't know how I'm going to tell them. Do you think they're going to be mad?"
"Mad? No. Disappointed at your lapse in judgment? Maybe. But after the initial shock wears off, I think mom will be ecstatic to finally have a grandchild."
"I hope so, C. And I was thinking that maybe I could crash with you and Ana. I really don't want to move back in with our parents."
"Umm, Ell. I'm not so sure about that. Ana and I are thinking of a penthouse, and I don't think…"
"What? Don't want me to crash on your honeymoon phase?" he chuckled, "You freaks." I was glad he could find some humor in this situation. But that was Elliot for you.
"How about I set you up with a house in Bellevue, close to mom. Or in Seattle, if you want to be closer to Ana and me."
"Shit, bro! You'd really do that for me?"
"Yeah. You and my niece or nephew."
"Thanks, bro."
"I'm not going to bankroll your life forever, though. After you graduate college, I expect you to get a job, Ell."
"Don't worry, C. I can always work for you, right?"
Ana's POV
"Hey, Kate. How'd it go?" I asked cautiously.
She choked back a sob, "He wants to keep it."
"Are… Are you going to…" I couldn't even finish the sentence.
"I'm going to let him have it. But I don't want anything to do with it."
"Kate, you don't mean that."
"I would be a terrible mom. I made a dumb mistake, and this pregnancy is a consequence. The least I can do is pop the kid out since Elliot wants it."
"Oh, Kate," I said, going over to give her a big hug, "You're coming to Seattle with me and Christian. We'll take care of you, okay?"
Ana's POV
"I can't believe you guys are leaving me so soon," Jerry whined as the movers loaded the last of our things onto the truck.
"We'll visit," I assured him, "And the wedding's coming up soon, so I'm sure I'll be making many appearances to see your mom and Karen."
"Yeah, and I'll be back in Boston to check on GEH," Christian added.
Jerry gave us both a big hug before going to school.
"I'm going to miss this house," I sighed.
"Me too," Christian smiled, looking fondly at me, "This is where I proposed to you." He embraced me, placing a kiss on my cheek.
I reveled in the memory of his proposal. I felt like our lives were moving so fast right now. Moving back to Seattle, Kate's pregnancy, the wedding. I just wanted to savor every second I could with Christian.
"We'll make new memories," I stated confidently, as we closed the door to our house in Boston for the last time.
"Did Elliot tell your parents he was coming back to Seattle?" I asked Christian. We were currently lounging on our private jet with a bottle of champagne.
"Not yet," he replied, "I think he's going to surprise them."
"Kate just finished packing up her stuff in Providence. You sure you're okay with her moving in with us for the time being?"
"I don't exactly like it, but she's going to be family now, I guess."
"I'm hoping Kate changes her mind about wanting to be in the baby's life."
"I sure as hell hope she doesn't," he commented, putting his feet up and taking another sip of his champagne.
"Why not?" I raised my eyebrow.
"She's irresponsible and immature."
"So is Elliot."
"I'm still not over how she betrayed us."
"She's really sorry."
He pulled me in his embrace, and I pouted. "I'm sure she is, but that still doesn't change what she did."
"I know it doesn't," I said, resting my head against his chest.
"You forgive people too easily."
"How can I not? She's been my best friend for what feels like my whole life."
"If she does one more thing…"
"She's not going to," I insisted. And I hoped I was right.
"Ready to see the apartment, baby?" Christian grinned like a child.
We were in the familiar garage of Escala. Back to our high school days, which wasn't even that long ago.
"We're hiring a decorator this time," I stated, "I am not decorating another house all by myself."
"Whatever you want, baby."
He led me over to a bay of cars and gestured, "These are our parking spaces."
"Which ones?" I asked. There were dozens of cars parked around us.
"All of them," he said, matter-of-factly.
I counted the cars. All twelve of them. I saw the familiar Range Rover, Bentley Bentayga, and my red Ferrari that had barely been driven. On top of that, there were five dark grey Audi Q7's, a brand new white Audi R8, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, and two Lamborghini Aventadors, one in chrome silver and one in matte black.
"Christian…" I approached him.
"One of those Lambos is for you," he whispered.
I immediately ran to the chrome silver one. It was already unlocked.
"You did not," I screamed like a little girl, "This is so sick."
"Surprise," he smirked.
"I want this one," I said excitedly, "You can have the matte black one."
"I somehow knew you were going to pick this one."
"Oh my God! I have a fancy new car," I squealed, "Where are the keys?"
Christian pulled the keys out of his pocket and handed them to me. "All yours, baby. But please don't drive too fast."
"Okay, dad," I said dramatically. "What are the other cars for?" I asked, "Like why the hell did you buy five of the same car?"
"They're for the security team," he stated, "I know you want your privacy, so you can have your own car, but Ryan and Sawyer will be tailing you in one of those at all times."
"Ugh, buzzkill."
"Taylor will be doing the same for me, too."
"Fine," I pouted.
Sawyer's voice startled me. I forgot he was even here. I guess I had just gotten so used to his constant presence. "Mr. Grey," he said, "Everything's ready upstairs."
"Thanks, Sawyer," Christian replied, "Have Taylor come down here. Ana and I are going somewhere."
Sawyer nodded and mumbled something incoherent into his phone.
"Where are we going?" I questioned, "I thought we were going to see the apartment."
"The apartment can wait," he smirked, "I have a surprise for you?"
"Better than my new car?"
"Yes. Now get in the passenger seat. I'm driving."
I furrowed my brows, "Hey, hands off. This is my car."
"You're not going to know where to go," he countered.
I sighed, getting out of the driver's seat. "We'll take your new car, then."
Christian's matte black Lamborghini was parked right next to mine, so I got in the passenger seat of that car. He smirked before hopping in the driver's seat and revved the engine like a pro.
After a short ten-minute drive, Christian pulled into another underground parking garage.
"Where are we?" I asked eagerly, wondering why he brought me here.
"This is the new GEH building," he said, leading me to the elevators.
"Okay, so how is this a surprise for me?" I giggled.
"We're getting there."
He pressed the button for the nineteenth floor, and the elevator started to make its ascent.
"The whole building is yours?"
"Yep. Well, except for this floor."
When the elevator doors opened, I was stunned by the sight in front of me.
The space was sleek with crisp white walls and immaculate white marble floors. The elevators opened up to the reception area, where there was a long desk with a backlit sign on the wall behind it. It read 'Anastasia Grey Designs.'
"Christian…" I gasped.
"Do you like it?" he asked, resting his hands on my shoulder.
"I don't know what to say… It's stunning."
"I thought that if you were really going to start your own business, you needed to do it properly. You have my full support. And GEH's financial backing."
I thought I might cry. I really had the world's best husband in the world.
"Do you want to see your office now?"
My office did not disappoint. It matched the whole floor's aesthetic but had a much more personal, cozy feel. There were family photos adorning the bookcase behind my desk and trimmings to add a bit of color to the space.
"When did you have all the time to do this?"
"You'd be surprised to know how much I get done while you're asleep in between our rounds of sex," he whispers, his hand moving down my back, dangerously close to my ass.
He placed a gentle kiss on the nape of my neck, and I gasped for air.
Was it just me, or did it get really hot in here?
"Christian," I moaned, as he slowly but deliberately sneaked his hand under my dress and up my thigh.
He pushed me against the desk and frantically unzipped my dress. Throwing it somewhere across the room, he immediately sank to his knees and pulled my panties down so they pool at my feet.
Without warning, his tongue latched onto my clit causing me to scream and beg.
"Oh, God. Christian."
He moaned against my clit, sending vibrations throughout my whole body. He then inserted a finger into my wet heat, and I shuddered.
"Please," I moaned, not even knowing what I was begging for.
He added another finger, perfectly hitting my g-spot with each thrust.
"Cum baby," he grunted.
I felt my thighs start to shake, and my mind went numb as I reached my peak.
Christian quickly flipped me over so that my back was resting against the desk.
"You look so pretty all spread out like this for me," he smirked, sending a chill down my spine.
"Fuck me, please, baby," I begged.
He didn't say a word. He just unzipped his pants and thrust himself fully into me. His hands and lips were everywhere… My neck, my nipples, and my clit. My screams and his moans were filling the room. I sure hoped Taylor couldn't hear us.
The thought of being heard slipped my mind when Christian's thrusts became more erratic and animalistic. I bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming even louder.
Fuck, this was so hot. I couldn't believe Christian was fucking me like a madman in my new office and on my desk, no less.
I felt my insides start to clench, and Christian whispered in my ear, "Cum for me again, baby."
When his fingers reached my clit again, I was in heaven. He kept rubbing my clit until I came down from my high. Christ, this man was still rock hard, so I knew I was in for more orgasms.
He abruptly removed his length from me and got down on his knees once again. I was already sensitive from my previous orgasm, so when he inserted his index finger into me, I squirmed.
With his other hand, Christian firmly pressed against my abdomen. "Stay still, baby," he murmured.
I tried my best, but when he inserted two more fingers without warning, my back arched up from the desk, and I let out a gut-wrenching scream.
He roughly fucked me with his fingers, curling them up to hit my g-spot every time. I could feel the orgasm start to build, but it was different than before. There was a foreign feeling in the pit of my stomach. And when Christian started to rub my clit in addition to finger-fucking me… Fuck, I thought I had to pee.
I immediately tried to pry Christian's hands off me.
"Chris… Christian. I… Stop…" But he didn't listen. He continued his assault.
"Trust me, Ana," he whispered, "Just let it go."
And then I felt it. A stream of wetness released from my insides.
I looked up in horror at Christian, thinking I just peed on him, but his stupid grin said otherwise. Holy shit, did I just squirt?
Christian didn't give me time to ask my question or recover from my intense orgasm as he plunged right back into me.
"You're so sexy, Anastasia," he grunted.
"Chris… Christian, did I j-just squirt?" I managed to mumble.
"Fuck, baby. Yes. It was so hot."
He lifted me up off the desk to wrap his arms around me and attached his lips to my nipples. My whole body felt like it was on fire. And my pussy felt thoroughly fucked and sore.
"Can you give me one more, baby?" he gasped.
"I'm so sore," I groaned.
He reached down to where our bodies were connected and gently ran circles along my clit.
"Come on. One more, baby."
It felt good. So good. I knew this next orgasm was going to take a toll on my body, but as Christian continued to rub my clit, I fell over the edge yet again into pure bliss.
A few moments later, Christian reached his climax and filled me up with his cum.
I was utterly spent and exhausted from the multiple orgasms. I could barely think straight. My brain barely registered that Christian was cleaning up his cum off me with his very expensive handkerchief.
When I tried to stand up, my heel slipped, but Christian caught me. I looked down to see what I slipped on, and it was a puddle of my well… you knew what it was. I blushed in embarrassment and tried to avoid Christian's gaze.
"That was so fucking sexy, baby," he whispered, "To know that I can make you feel that way."
I blushed even more. "Christian, there's a huge mess on the floor," I exclaimed.
"I'll clean it up," he smiled, "But we are so having a repeat of that when we get home."
Oh, how I loved my deliciously kinky husband.
Christian wrapped me up in a soft cashmere blanket and cuddled with me on the couch to rest for a bit. He was still wearing his suit, looking as professional as ever. His suit was a little wrinkled though, but on the other hand, I looked like a complete mess. I could only imagine what my makeup looked like right now, and my pristine up-do was definitely ruined.
Despite how I may have looked, I reveled in the feel of Christian's strong arms wrapped around me and this cozy blanket.
"Who decorated this office?" I asked.
"A friend of my mom's," he replied.
"Well, whoever it is… She's hired for our penthouse. I absolutely love the design."
"I'll let her know. Do you want to see the rest of your office? We kind of got distracted there."
"Sure. But get my dress so I don't have to walk around naked."
"I prefer you like this."
"No more sex for you right now, mister," I giggled.
Christian got up to hand me my dress when I noticed a huge tear in the zipper. And I was completely mortified.
"Christian Trevelyan Grey!" I screamed, "Look what you did." I held up my dress for him to see.
"I'll buy you another one," he brushed off.
"It's vintage Chanel! You can't just buy another one." Jeez, did I sound mentally insane? Maybe a little.
"I'll pay for someone to fix it," he tried to calm me down, "Don't worry."
I sighed knowing Christian would take care of this. It was such a stupid problem really… A torn dress. But now I had nothing to wear.
"What am I supposed to wear, now?"
He laughed. "Here, wear this," he said, taking off his suit jacket and handing it to me.
"I am not walking around in that," I said definitively. I did not want people to know what we had been doing in here.
He reached into his pocket for his cell phone.
"Taylor," he said in a no-nonsense tone, "I need you to pick up a new dress for Anastasia. Thank you."
He promptly hung up the call and glanced at me. "There. Happy?"
"Extremely," I smiled, "But I think in the future, I'm going to need to start taking an extra outfit everywhere I go with you. I never know when you're going to be in the mood to rip clothes off of me."
"I think that's a good idea, baby. But you might want to also keep an extra set of lingerie. You know how much I love to rip your panties off of you."
The air was thick, and the tension in the room was rising. I felt my insides clench in excitement, but I couldn't let this moment escalate. I needed to give my lady parts time to relax unless I wanted to be walking with a limp all day tomorrow.
"Don't you want to show me the rest of the office?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Sure do. Come on."