What is this you say? Yes, it's two updates in twenty-four hours. I had some time this afternoon and tonight so I was able to bang this out for you. I think you'll like the outcome of this chapter. There's going to be a little bit of a time jump in the next chapter or two to move us along. I had a reviewer ask how to tell the twins apart...it's not earth shattering but you'll find out in this chapter. Thank you for all the kind reviews and welcome to all the new followers that have joined in on the wackiness. I'm floored by all the people who've followed and favorited. If you like what's happening, please let me know.

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Chapter 17

I don't want to make a complete ass of myself or worse, get my heart broken because he doesn't feel the same.

We continue to move together as the song plays on; neither one of us wanting to let go. I blink away the tears that have pooled in my eyes the past four minutes. At that moment I feel his warm hand on my face as he wipes away the lone tear that escaped. He then places a tender kiss on my lips. That did it and the flood gates opened. Thank fuck the song has ended; the last thing I want is to make a scene or be the center of attention.

He takes my hand, leading me from the dance floor but we don't go back to our friends. I follow closely down a short hallway to what I realize is an office. I walk in and look around at the unfamiliar surroundings. The door closes, and I hear the quiet click of the lock. I move to the expansive wall of glass behind a modern glass desk. Well, I'll be you can see the whole damn club from here.

"Oh my god," I squeal. No no no I don't want to see that. Get out of my head! There's something indecent going on in one of the other VIP sections that has drapes around three sides like one of those cabanas you can get at upscale hotels.

Christian walks over to see what's startled me, "What's wrong, baby?"

"Oh well…um. See that section with the drapes. There's a couple…Can't sugar coat this shit. There're two people in there fucking."

"Jesus Christ what the fuck is wrong with people," Christian groans. He's texting someone to handle the situation, I'm sure. I can't stop staring…when the fuck did, I become a peeper? Less than thirty seconds I see the drapes close in front and then out pops the club fuckers. Looks like they are getting the ole' boot.

"That was quick." I shouldn't be surprised, but I'm wondering how often this happens. As sexual as all three of the Grey boys are, they are all well-respected businessmen first. This isn't going to be pretty.

I hear a knock on the door so I decide I might as well get comfortable so I sit in the black leather chair and continue my gawking. Christian opens the door, and I see the club fuckers standing with the big guys behind him. Of course, Taylor and the ninjas are there and oh Keegan and Elliott. Why let's just have a fucking party in here shall we? It's a damn good thing this office is so fucking big with all these people.

The look on the two faces staring back at me is not something I can explain. Horrified, embarrassed, humiliated…yeah not strong enough adjectives. I make my way to the door when Christian stops me and asks me to stay. Alrighty then…I sit my ass back in the chair and turn around. I don't want to laugh, and I know I will if I look at those two standing there getting their asses handed to them by my boyfriend and his brothers.

"Thank you, Steve, Tim. You're free to go." Christian dismisses the Hulk twins. He moves to the conference table and tells them all to have a seat, but he continues to stand at one end.

"My name is Christian Grey, and these are my brothers. We are the owners of this club. Would you care to tell me what the fuck you think you were doing behind those drapes? Better yet, don't. I saw it with my own eyes as did my girlfriend." He points to me. The girl is shooting daggers at me. Step off bitch, wasn't my ass hanging out for all to see.

"Why don't you tell us why you think it is within your right and deemed acceptable to fuck in a public club. This is not a whore house; this is not even your house. This is a business. Did you not think you'd get caught because you are sorely mistaken? Security cameras are everywhere, and the VIP areas are not exempt from that either. Should I make a copy of your antics so you can hand it out to your families at Christmas?"

Crickets. It's like a train wreck, I so want to look away, but I can't help but want to watch. The chick looks so familiar to me, but I can't place her, but I'm pretty sure I know her. She keeps looking at me so she either knows my sister or me.

The guy speaks up if you want to call it that.

"Mr. Grey. I apologize to you and your brothers. It was a clear lapse in judgment on both our part. It certainly was not our intention when we came here. We've both had too much to drink and …I'm sorry. That's all I can say."

The drunk chick looks like she's going to hurl any minute so I grab the trash can and take it over to her.

"Thank you…Harper or Ana," She questions.

"No freckles, I'm Ana. You're Emma, right? We went to high school together."

"Yes, I thought I recognized you when you were dancing, but I wasn't sure…."

Oh boy, she's turning green. Wait for it. Wait for it. There it is folks barf city. Ewe. I make a quick retreat to the desk and turn away. I gag trying not to throw up myself. This goes on for a minute or so. I see the clear fridge, so I grab her a bottle of water and take her some tissues.

"Thank you. I'm so sorry for all of this. I'm more than embarrassed, and there is no excuse for this behavior. This is not me." She looks pitiful and still green.

The boys are just staring at me like I need to do something. What the fuck is that about because I'm a girl… I don't think so. This is a grown ass woman who can have her fuck buddy take care of her.

"Taylor, please escort these two from the club and put them in one of the taxis out front. I don't want to see your faces within a two block radius of this club ever again. If I do, I will have your asses thrown in jail," Christian warns.

Taylor takes them out while the rest of us stay. The Three Ninja Amigos are standing stock still by the door.

"What the fuck is wrong with people thinking it's okay to fuck in public," Elliott questions.

Both Christian and Keegan start howling with laughter.

"El, you are no angel. I know for damn sure you got caught dipping your wick in Stephanie Graham at the park by our high school. So don't go there," Keegan adds.

"Hey, I'm not opposed to enjoying the environment while doing the dirty, but never have I ever thought of pulling something like those two did."

As goofy and carefree as he is, Elliott doesn't seem the type for that much public display. I can assure you that neither Kate or Harper are into that.

"I'm just going to go back to Kate and Harper so you three yahoos can talk. Come on Sawyer, let's go, buddy."

"We won't be long baby," Christian says and kisses me.

Sawyer chuckles and holds the door for me. Not sure I can handle any more drama tonight. I'm just going to enjoy my friends, listen to the music, drink some of this tasty bubbly and kick it until it's time to go. I need Christian's big dick in me while I'm sprawled out in the big king sized bed. That tub is screaming for me too. Fuck, I'm hungry. Ever have that happen like when you stuff your face with Chinese food knowing you're going to be hungry as soon as they clear the plates. Yeah, it's that kind of hungry. Yeah, I need food before dick for sure, or I'm going to sleep through the whole thing.

I get back to our section; Harper and Kate are like stink on shit. They pounce on me as soon as my ass hits the couch.

"What the hell happened, Ana? One minute you're out there with your man, then you're gone, then Keegan and Elliott take off."

"Remember Emma Gaines from high school?" They both nod.

"Well seems as though Ms. Gaines and her presumed boyfriend were fucking in the VIP section in the corner." I point to the now empty area.

"Christian took me up to the office because I think he thought I was upset about something after we danced. I looked out the window…See that black spot up there." It's obviously one-way glass so we can't see the boys up there. "I just happen to be looking in that direction when I saw her riding her cowboy."

"OH MY GOD! Seriously?" Harper shrieks.

"Yep. Couldn't make it up if I tried. Christian was furious, so I guess he texted Taylor, those big security guys and his brothers to tell them what was happening. They were scared shitless, and she puked …twice. So gross. Taylor tossed them out, and I left the boys up there to do whatever they do.

Less than ten minutes go by and here comes three of the sexiest pieces of ass I've ever seen. Holy big balls, they are gorgeous. Tall, muscles bulging in more than one place, sexy as fuck crazy hair, dressed to kill. Pretty fucking hot guy is mine! It really should be illegal to be that god damn good looking. I notice as they are walking side by side that Keegan's hair parts on the opposite side and he is a tad bit shorter than Christian. Makes no difference, they are still tall as a giraffe.

"Everything alright," I ask Christian as he sits down next to me.

"It's fine. Sorry about that. I really wanted to talk to you. You seemed upset about something."

This man…this man is going to charm my panties right off. "I'm fine. Nothing is wrong at all. We can talk about it later. Are you hungry cause I'm fucking ready to gnaw off my own arm. Can we go get something before we go back to your place."

"Whatever you want my love. I'm ready whenever you are." He kisses my hand that he has a death grip on.

"Hey, you guys ready to get out of here?" Keegan asks.

We all agree it's time to go. We gather up all our crap the boys lead us to the valet stand. I don't know how long we wait but God damn, I'm shivering like a mobster in a tax office. I see the three luxury cars come around the corner. Yep, that's us. Keegan drives this gorgeous Mercedes and Elliott has the big Land Rover both in black. Christian decided since both Taylor and Sawyer were with us that his Audi S8 would be best…in black of course. I hug Harper and Kate reminding them I'm staying at Christian's. Kate is going to Elliott's, and I suppose that Keegan is taking Harper home because he's waiting for her to get her ass in the car but she's too busy flapping her lips. Trying to tell me something but I can't make out exactly because she's slurring her words. Someone is feeling good.

Taylor holds the door open for me, and I scoot all the way over so Christian can slide in next me. Fuck yeah, seat warmers how I love thee. Christian asks Taylor to take us to the 8th Street Diner. I love diner food. Best fucking food ever and has the craziest people for patrons. Triple D and I'm not talking about my boobs. Those are just ever watch it on Food Network. Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives. That Guy Fieri must have a stomach made of lead cause some of that shit he eats has got to burn a hole in his stomach lining. I have a few of those places on my list to visit if I ever get to make my cross country trip.

This place is kind of cool. It looks new on the outside but you walk in, and it's like going back in time. From the checkered black and white floors to the red booths with Formica tabletops this place is awesome. I already know what I'm getting, and the waitress hasn't even come over. I peek around Christian and see the Ninjas a few booths overlooking at menus. Those guys work hard they deserve to eat too. Luckily Christian is not a hard ass when it comes to those guys. He's professional with them when he's at work or a function but when it's just him and his brothers or at home, he's very casual with them.

"Psst…Christian, do Taylor and Sawyer carry guns?"

"Yes. Why are you whispering?"

"Fuck, I don't know. I guess it just didn't want to draw attention to them is all."

"It's part of the job baby. They are licensed to carry, and every one of them has a military background, so I feel comfortable they aren't going to shoot my foot off anytime soon."

"Oh, okay funny man. What are you getting?" I ask as I'm perusing the menu. I'm going bonkers over all the choices. Too many and I'm not a very decisive person when it comes to my food.

Christian sets his menu down, "I'm going to get breakfast, I think. The Denver omelet sounds good."

"I'm getting the French toast with a side of ham, two eggs over medium."

"Are you sure that's all you want?" He says grinning at me.

"Yes. Wait. No, I want some hash browns and a chocolate shake too," I giggle and shrug.

As we wait for our food to arrive the conversation moves to starting my new job on Monday. Christian explained the project he was talking about. I'm excited about it even if I have to work with Daniel. It won't be for long thank

"I wanted to ask what you thought about the whole Celeste drama? She's lucky I didn't haul off and bitch slap her. I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"Anastasia, please trust me when I say that Celeste means absolutely nothing to me. Until I learned you were working at Bain, I hadn't thought of her since we broke up. I was over her and what she did to me a very long time ago. It caught me off guard to see them together I admit, but that's all, and you could never embarrass me. I am so happy and proud to call you my girlfriend and have you by my side."

I have to bite my lip to keep my mouth shut, so I don't just blurt out exactly what I'm thinking right now. I don't want him to panic and run if I tell him how I feel. Our food arrives so no more talk of the lead story for the crazy bitch gazette. Damn this is tasty food and I clean my plate. I suck on my chocolate shake listening to Christian talk about his schedule for the upcoming week and that he has to go to Chicago in July.

"Do you travel a lot?"

"A few times a month. Not too much," He tells me.

"I bet that gets expensive, huh. Ros goes with you most of the time, right? What about Andrea, do you take her?"

"I have apparently neglected to tell you about my plane, haven't I. That's another one of my toys as you refer to them."

"Uh yeah, you might have left out that little morsel. You certainly have a thing for heights, don't you? What kind of plane?"

"It's a Boeing 747-8. The same type of plane the president has. You know, Air Force One," He explains nonchalantly.

I choke on my shake, "You don't say. There's not one bigger that you could have bought. I mean, how can you possibly have the same plane as the president," I tease.

"If you must know, smart ass, I was merely a shell of a plane when I purchased it. I worked with Keegan on the interior design. It took close six months to complete, and next to my boat and Charlie Tango it's my favorite."

"A boat, a plane, a helicopter. Anything else you want to spring on me?"

"Yes, well I might as well tell you since you'll find out sooner or later. I have an apartment in New York, a cabin in Aspen, a house in Malibu and one in London."

"Seriously? Holy fuck Christian that's …that's…holy makrel." I have no words. I think my eyes are bugging out of my head at this very moment. We've never really talked much about how rich he is. It doesn't bother me, but it's quite an eye-opener.

"Anastasia, I am not one to boast about my wealth, but you asked, and I only ever want, to be honest with you. Please don't let it freak you out. It's just money. The only property that is really for personal use is the cabin in Aspen. The family uses it, and we have spent many holidays there. The other places I have for when I travel on business. Keegan travels a lot for work so the plane was something that anyone in the family can use. It's intended for long distance such as when I travel to Dubai or China. If it's any consolation, I don't pilot the plane."

"Okay, enough talk of extravagance Mr. Fancy Pants. Do you want to sit here and talk or would you rather…you know go back to your place, slip into a nice warm bubbly bath with a glass of wine and then make love to me in that gigantic bed of your," I whisper so the Looky Lou's who are gawking at us can't hear.

"You better stop now baby, or I'm going to lose control right here and take you on this table."

"Come on big boy let's blow this pop stand…and maybe, if you're lucky, I'll blow you on the way home." How I said that with a straight face, I'll never know. He grabs my hand and drags me out of the diner. Ninjas in tow.

We arrive back at Escala without issue. Taylor and Sawyer go right, and we go left. Christian tells me to start the bath, and he'll get the wine. I practically run, well as much as I can, stripping off my clothes as I go. I pull my hair up into a messy bun.

I pour in the bubble bath that has essential oils in it. I'm a girl who loves smelly things, but only the good smelly things. We had a dog growing up, and his feet, and fur sometimes smelled like corn chips. We'd bathed that beast all the time, and I'll be damned if the next day he wasn't smelling like a big bag of Fritos. I turn to the closet and grab two big bath towels and hang them over the warmer. Have I mentioned my love affair with the towel warmer? You should have seen it when I realized he had heated floors. The sounds I was making could have been mistaken for porn.

The bath is full, so I ease myself down knowing that Christian likes the water temperature at scalding. My ass will look like a tomato when we get out. I close my eyes and begin to drift off thinking about our dance. The sound of his feet on the wood floor in the bedroom startles me.

"Hey, baby. You awake in there?"

I nod but don't say a word or open my eyes. I hear him getting undressed. First, the shoes come off, then the zipper on his pants lets me know he's down to his boxers. I open one eye to sneak a peek.

"Like what you see Anastasia?"

"Mmmhmm. Hurry up and get in here. I'm lonely."

"Move up a little so I can slide in behind you. I want to feel those glorious breasts in my hands."

"Mmm. That feels good babe."

"Your wine is to your right."

I grab the long stemmed crystal glass and take a sip of the cold wine. Yowzers this is good. We sit in silence for some time just enjoying the warmth of the bath and the feel of skin on skin. His legs are wrapped around mine, and I'm very comfortable against his chest. We've finished our wine, and I'm feeling pretty good right about now.

I'm all pruney and most definitely horny, so I suggest we get out. Don't have to tell him twice. He's up and out like a fucking piece of bread in the toaster. He hands me my towel, and I wrap myself tight. We brush our teeth, and I take off all my makeup. Christian tells me he's going to make sure the lights are off, and he'll be right back. I finish up, drop my towel in the hamper and make a beeline for bed. I have thought about this all day. I'm becoming a needy bitch. Yeah needing some dick!

Christian comes back, closes the door behind him and dims the recessed lights so it's almost dark but not quite. I can see his silhouette; call me crazy but that cock of his has a mind of its own because it is primed and ready for action.

He gets in bed, pulls the duvet up and rolls onto his side so we can see each other. Not a word is spoken between us as he begins his exploration of my body. He kisses me from top to bottom and everywhere in between. I take him in my hand and slowly move it up and down from tip to base.

"Anastasia, you are so beautiful. I can't believe that you are really mine."

He rolls me on my back and I feel him position himself over the top of me. Just the feel of his massive body on mine is enough to send me into a frazzled state. His strong hands around my neck, I stretch so he can reach every spot as he kisses along my jaw line and down my chest. His mouth finds its destination, and I gasp. He drives me crazy with want as he continues to slowly lick and suck my clit until he brings to the brink.

"Oh fuck me. That feels so good. Christian please I need you inside me."

"Patience my love. We'll get there. I just want to savior every second."

When he's had his fill and brought me to orgasm more than once, I feel him begin to push his way inside me. Starting off with slow and long thrusts and alternates with short, quick and deep thrusts. He keeps up this pace until I can't hold off any longer.

"My god you're going to kill me with that thing. That is the most unbelievable sensation. I don't want you to stop. Please don't stop Christian."

"You are so warm and wet baby. I can't hold on too much longer. I'm ready to explode."

A few more deep thrusts and he collapses on top of me, gasping for air. We lie still, the only sounds coming from our attempts to catch our breath.

Finally, able to breathe, he rolls off me so I turn on my side. I'm overcome with emotion and feel my lower lip begin to tremble. He senses something.

"Anastasia, are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I because that's the last thing I ever want to do."

"No, not at all." The words strangled by a sob. "It's just really emotional. The whole night has been emotional. In a good way, though. Do you know what I mean?"

"I do. Yes, I do. Can I tell you something? I don't want to freak you out, though."

I lean up on my elbow so I can get a good look at him. "You can tell me anything Christian, you know that."

"When we were dancing earlier, I could see my life in the future …with you. That song I had the DJ play says it for me, but I want to tell you face to face, that I have fallen in love with you Anastasia. I know it's quick and you might not feel the same, but I wanted you to know how I felt. I want you to know that I love you."

"No no, it's not too fast, and I'm not freaked out. Had we not been interrupted by the club fuckers, I was going to tell you that I have fallen in love with you. I love you, Christian. With every fiber of my being, I love you."