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Chapter 24

Oh, chucklefucks! We're turning into the Gates. They live on a fucking compound that's more secure than the Pentagon. I can't wait to see this place. This man is unbelievable with surprises. I sit back and take it all in as wine is passed around. Yes, wine. That is what I need.

We made it through Christmas without too much fanfare. It was a great day at my parents with all the families there to celebrate. I ate too much, drank too much and fucked too much. Overuse is an understatement. If Christian's dick were the size of a baby carrot, we wouldn't be having this conversation. After Christian surprise gift to me, I was sure that my gift for him would seem cheap. However, when he opened the gift and had this big ass grin on his face, I knew that he loved it. He'd been talking about this phone…yes, a fucking phone of all things. A $19,000 Vertu Pure Jet Red Gold phone. It wasn't cheap but totally worth it to see his face light up. He got me this cashmere cape that I was eyeballing a while back but didn't want to drop two grand on it. He also got me a Birkin and Hermes luggage. He said I needed that for when we traveled together. I've never been a big label kind of girl… I do own multiple pairs of five-dollar flip flops from Target mind you. He keeps reminding me that I need to get used to the money. Yeah, that isn't going to fucking happen Grey.

All in all, it was uneventful for our first Christmas together, but we wouldn't have had it any other way. I've spent the last month in planning hell. Planning the wedding, planning the reception, planning our move. I'm about planned out if I'm honest. Luckily I had a lot of help from Harper, Kate, Mia and our moms. Without them, you might just find me bouncing off the walls in a rubber room.

Today is moving day. I am never moving from this house after all the effort it has taken from all of us to get it move-in ready. Elliott and Keegan worked their asses off to get permits quickly and the renovations made. In between all this ball of confusion, Christian had to go to Dubai. Seriously…could it not wait. He was gone four days and came home satisfied because he pulled the plug on the deal. He was pissed off over the time and money wasted, but in the end, he knew it was the right thing to do. He's basically put Ros in charge for the foreseeable future. Our wedding is twenty days away, and he said our honeymoon would keep us away for a month. I have been kept in the dark about the honeymoon. All I know is that we are leaving the day after our reception, and I don't have to pack anything. Gail and Harper are taking care of that.

"God dammit!" Yep, that's Christian. I hear his office door slam, and he comes storming into the kitchen, all red faced and his hair is looking more than a little like just fucked hair.

"Babe, what seems to be the problem?" I calmly ask.

"I'll tell you what the problem is. Incompetence that's what. I have to go to the office because some fuck head messed up a deal and it has to be fixed. Do I even need to tell you who the fuck head is, Anastasia?"

"Ummm…." Dare I say, Daniel?

"Daniel. That's who, Anastasia. I'm telling you I don't know what his fucking issues are, but if he has not figured them out by the time we leave for our honeymoon, I'm going to can his ass."

"What deal? Since he's moved teams, I have no idea what he's working on?"

"It's the coms deal in Texas I was telling you about last week."

"Well, is there anything I can do to help? I get that you are upset; it is your company after all. I can handle the moving situation, you go figure out your empire, Mr. Grey."

I do not know what is going on with Daniel these days. He's moody, his research has been subpar, and his attitude is even worse. We finished our project, and he moved teams pretty quick. It wasn't my decision, and I didn't ask questions.

"Thank you, baby, I will only be a few hours. The movers will be here shortly. There's not that much to move but please, baby…please don't let them ding my fucking piano."

"No worries my love. It's under control. Keegan is coming over, and Elliott is already at the house working on a few last minute fixes. Go rule the world and we'll meet up later."

"I'm taking my car, and Taylor will drive separately in case he's needed at the house before I can leave. I love you, Ana. I can't wait to spend our first night in our new hose."

"Me too baby. I love you." I smack his tight ass as I watch him disappear as the elevator doors close.

All our shit is packed that is going the new house we've aptly dubbed Chez Grey. I'm sitting here, alone, with my thumb up my ass and nothing to do. Sawyer went down to the deli to grab some lunch because we have nothing here, and we're getting hungry. I'm sprawled out on the rug like squashed bug in the living room when I hear the elevator ding. I raise my head to see who it is, but no one is there. What the fuck? Ever feel like someone is watching you...and not in a good way? I haven't said anything to Christian about this weird feeling, but Sawyer has been keeping a lookout for anything unusual. Maybe I imagine it because I've been a little stressed out.

A few minutes later I hear the ding again…this time it's Sawyer, and he's armed with food. You know what the definition of joy is…when you're at a restaurant, and you see your food coming. That's how I feel about this sandwich. I mention to Sawyer about the elevator, and he checks the security cameras. He comes back and says he did see a woman get on the elevator, but he didn't see her face clearly because she was wearing a ball cap. It came to the Penthouse, stopped and went back down. That's odd because you need a code to get up here. Fuck it; I'll worry about it another day.

We're at Chez Grey, and the movers have just arrived. It's a three-ring circus, and I am the crazy ass ring leader. If I manage to survive the rest of the week, I would like my straight jacket in hot pink and my helmet to sparkle, please.

Gail is in the kitchen organizing everything while I direct the movers with the boxes. Christian's piano was the first to come off the truck and luckily they have no problem getting it into the house thanks to the movable glass wall. Not a ding in sight. Score!

I see a car coming down the drive. It's Keegan. Where the fuck is Elliott anyway, he said he was going to be doing some work. This place is so big for all I know he is here, but I just haven't seen him.

The doorbell rings, so I run to the door.

"Who is it?" I giggle.

"Bitty…open the door it's your soon to be brother in law…you know the good looking one."

"I'm sorry but if you aren't selling Thin Mints go away? I'm not supposed to open the door to strangers."

"Are you fucking with me, Ana."

He knocks again.

"Ana, are you going to let me in? I'm going to call Christian and tell him you're being mean to me."

I can't help but fuck with him.

"Ana, alright I'm using my key then."

I fling the door open, "You have a key? Why do you have a key and I don't? I fucking live here. God damn Christian and his control freakery. I'm calling Taylor to find out why I don't have a mother fucking key to my own mother fucking house."

"Settle down woman. What the hell has you all riled up? Is my brother not taking proper care of you?" He chuckles and elbows me in the side. "Yes, I do have a key, so does Elliott, but I was told by the King of Chez Grey that I am not to use it unless it's an emergency….and it better be a real emergency. Like there better be blood involved kind of emergency. So, wow this place looks great. Are you going to let Architecture Digest photograph it? Christian wasn't really feeling it but said he'd talk to you."

"I don't think we are. He's worried about people figuring out ways to get in here. It freaked me out when he told me how much security has been here while all the renovation was happening. The Ninjas have interns…"

We wander around the house when I hear the gate chime. Christian must be home. I leave Keegan to his own devices and again run to the door. One of these days I know I will fall on my face in my attempt to answer my own damn door.

I watch him step out of his sexy as fuck car. His long legs, broad shoulders…good lord, I'm getting a little tingly all over. I meet him halfway because I need to feel his touch.

"Hi, baby." He pulls me in for a big bear hug and kisses the top of my head.

"Hi there mister. Bout time you got your ass home. I've been missing you." Indeed, I've been missing his big dick too because we did not have time for him to put his P into my V this morning. Last night he was working late and yesterday morning he left before me. What is up with that shit?

"Everything goes alright with the movers? How is my piano?"

"Your baby is just fine. It was the last thing put on the truck and first off. We opened the glass wall, and the five of them moved it right in. No scratches, no dings, it's perfect."

"Thank you for taking such good care of it. That was the first real thing I bought when I moved into Escala, and I loved the sound. I don't even want to think about it getting damaged."

I know a sound that I love…the sound of his balls slapping my ass as I'm bent over that piano bench. I must be seriously hormonal right now. Aunt Flo isn't due for another two weeks. Perfect timing if you ask me because then I won't be on the rag when I get married. Although Christian is very happy to fornicate when I'm on my period. At first, I was like, ewe gross but I quickly got over it when I had one of the best orgasms of my life. Well…my sex life that is.

Honestly, periods are just the worst. They always come at the most inopportune time. The first time I had my period Carla was out of town with Tanner, so Harper and I were left at home with my dad and Hunter. I'm sure you can imagine where this is going. I was almost thirteen; it was the summer before eighth grade. I'll never forget that day. EVER! Mom and Tanner educated Harper and me so we knew what to expect, we just didn't know when to expect it.

I had been outside playing in the yard and came into use the bathroom. Much to my surprise there, it was. Staring me in the face. The red dot special. I sort of freaked out because it is blood after all. I also had other weird thoughts like why was I not born a boy, I just ruined a really cute pair of underwear, I am going to bleed out if I didn't do something to stop it. However, I didn't have anything to stop it with. I was in the bathroom for a while when Hunter came banging on the door telling me to hurry up because dad was waiting on me for dinner. I yelled at Hunter to go away, and he did...but he brought my dad back. Where the fuck Harper was I had no idea but I wasn't about to ask my dad to get me a pad or a tampon. Here's how it went down.

Knock knock, "Ana, we're waiting for you and dinner's getting cold. Are you okay? Hunter said you've been in there a while." Dad sounds irritated. Great.

"Um yeah, dad. Is Harper around?

"She's at the dinner table. What do you need?"

"Umm, can you just tell Harper to come here please?"

"Harper, will you please come here Ana is asking for you."

Knock knock, "Ana, what's wrong are you sick?"

"Um no, I started my period, and there's nothing in this bathroom. Did dad leave? I don't want him to know what's going on."

"Oh my god, really? Dad, Ana started her period. Where does mom keep all the stuff?'

That answers that question. Great, first the bra now the period. My dad probably wishes he had all boys.

"Well, umm…I guess it's all in the hall closet. I can get it what is it that she needs?"

"Ana, do you want a tampon or a pad?" Oh my god, kill me now.

"Hey, are you guys coming back to dinner or what," Hunter asked.

"In a minute. Ana started her period, so she needed some help," Dad clarifies.

"I don't want to know that stuff about my sisters. Gross. Now I'm not going to be able to eat that rare steak dad cooked without thinking about it."

"I guess a pad is fine for now. Hunter GO AWAY!"

I heard muffled voices and a minute later I hear my dad's voice, "Ana, I got you the big pads, now open the door so I can give it to you."

"Uh no. Give it to Harper dad so I can let her in." I was hoping he knew the difference between pads and diapers.

"Ana, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I've gone through this already with your sisters and of course, your mother. It's normal and part of life."

"Thanks, Dad, I appreciate that but honestly just go back to eating. I'll be out in a minute."

After I had got myself situated and joined everyone at the dinner table, I was beyond humiliated. Dad called mom and of course, she told Tanner and they both had to congratulate me. Seriously, what is there to fucking congratulate? Here're my top ten reasons why my period can go fuck itself:

It is a constant reminder that your uterus is going to ruin your life. It wants a baby, but you don't want a baby, so your uterus seeks revenge.

You will become that chick from the Exorcist.

There's nothing that says welcome to Monday morning quite like cramps.

Of all the things a period could be, why blood? Why can't it be like…fairy dust or something fun?

Cramps are the body's little joke …a free sample of what it might feel like to give birth.

Friends whose cycles are synced should be referred to as gang members because that is how dangerous that are.

We need to be outfitted with a warning sign: Blood, Intense Violence, and Strong Language ahead.

Just when you think your period is over and BAM! You realize your vagina is a big fat liar.

Acne, bloating, and boobs so fucking sore that you wish they'd explode to relieve the pressure.

Granny panties. Enough said.

The movers finish shortly after Christian gets home, so we take a walk around the house. We haven't furnished all the bedrooms and honestly I don't have the fucking energy to think about that now. I just want to eat dinner, get naked, relax in my hot tub with a glass of wine, and get thoroughly fucked by my soon to be husband.

We are relaxing and sitting close to one another in the hot tub catching up on our day and what's to come. Christian informed me that he is ordering more vehicles since we now have a posse of Ninjas. Which reminds me I have a bone to pick with him.

"Christian, I have a question."

"What is it, baby?" He is giving me that look…you know the I want to fuck you bad look.

"Don't try and distract me, please. I would like to know why I do not have a key to my house, but both Elliott and Keegan have one?"

"Hmm, I guess I never thought you'd needed one since you'll either be with me or one of the Ninjas. Someone will always be here; it just didn't cross my mind. I apologize."

"I would like a key to my house please." He is looking at me like I've grown a third eye. What's the big deal?

"Okay, baby. If it means that much to you, we'll get you a key. Should I get a spare in case you lose it? You don't have the greatest record sweetheart."

"Ha fucking ha. Smart ass."

He pulls me on his lap, and I feel his erection. We've not spent that much time together today, and we're both needy. Between the wine and the hot water, I'm about ready to fall asleep.

"Baby, are you ready to get out? You're looking awfully relaxed, and I don't want you falling asleep before I have my way with you." He gives me a soft kiss on my nose.

"Hmm, I am so relaxed babe you might have to carry me." There's nothing better than feeling his big strong arms holding me close. We're both butt ass naked and a little tipsy from the bottle of wine.

He did carry me into our bedroom…ahh, our bedroom in our new house. Holy ravioli I do not ever want to wake up from this dream. Ohh ravioli sounds splendid right now. I like meat ravioli, not cheese. That's just weird to me. Give me some meat or better yet give me some man meat. No more food thoughts ...think sex, Ana. There's a gorgeous naked man whose dick is begging to be in your mouth. Righty O…I'm on it. Literally.

Christian sets me on the floor next to the bed. A custom made bigger than king size bed. I mean the man is a sequoia.

We make our way into bed, and Christian puts his arm around me and pulls me close, so I rest my head on his chest. My fingers trailing through the soft dark hairs causing him to tremble. Under the covers, are legs intertwine and the hair on his thighs rub against my smooth legs, sending shivers of delight from head to toe.

"Christian?"

"Yes, baby."

I feel a sudden surge of boldness course through me, so I flip over so I am now straddling him. My hands braced on the smooth muscles of his firm pecs. His cock stirred so I give a little wiggle, causing him to gasp. I lean down because I need to feel his lips on mine.

"I love you so much, Christian. Thank you for this life."

"Anastasia, I will give you the world to see you happy and smiling."

I'm centered over the hard shaft of his now very erect cock and move forward slightly. He moans slightly as my wet lips stroked over the head and back down again. I sigh as my clit comes in contact with the silky-smooth skin covering the head of his dick.

My head drops back, and my hands fall, lightly running over the head of his cock before they reach the trimmed hair of my mound. I separate my lips and begin gently pulling at them, glancing down to see Christian watching my hands, his face transformed by lust.

"You're amazing," he whispered as he continues to watch as I slide my index finger down over my clit and begin rubbing lightly. The sensation of being watched combined with what I'm doing causes my eyes to close as I continue to tease. My hips start to move, and my wet pussy slides deliciously along the length of his thick cock, fiery and rigid against my flesh.

"Anastasia." He grabbed my hips and pulled me upward so that he could fit himself inside me.

"Not yet," I whisper, enjoying the frustration on his face. "I'm in charge now."

"Oh fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes.

"Patience is a virtue, my love." Yeah, patience is definitely not one of Christian Grey's virtues.

"It's not one that I want to learn." He inhaled as I grind myself hard on his hard as granite cock, teasing him by letting the tip slide in just a bit then pull away again. His fingers dig deeply into my hips, but he doesn't try to move me again. Momentarily I let him control things. This is a power I rarely get to experience with Mr. Control Freak. Watching his reaction is incredibly sexy.

I rub against him faster, his gasps filling my ears, blood racing as my clit became more and more sensitive and engorged against his hard cock. I lean back, my breasts moving gently, my nipples erect and dark against the paleness of my skin.

I reach down behind me and let my fingernails scratch gently up his inner thighs. His hips jerk beneath me and when I run my nails across his balls he growled.

"Enough," He utters. Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me up again and impaled me in one smooth, quick thrust.

Several orgasms later, I'm spent. Every muscle aches and I seriously think my bits are broken. I snuggle up against my naked and sexy as fuck man, falling into a deep sleep.

Eighteen Days Later

We're safely ensconced inside the plane, strapped in and ready to leave for our weekend in Vegas, we're just waiting on clearance. Everyone managed to get their crap together and arrive at the hangar on time for once. Harper has been keeping my dress safe from prying, nosy grey eyes and I can't wait for him to see me in it. I found it when the girls took me away for a weekend in LA right after New Year's.

Everyone knows I'm not a traditional girly girl, but I did want a beautiful gown. I found this Maggie Sottero gown that I was just gaga about. It has a halter neckline, the bodice is pewter and encrusted with Swarovski crystal and pearls that cover the halter. The dress is fit and flare but not so much that I look like a damn mermaid. From the bodice to the bottom of the gown is tulle with lace appliques and the back is a low scoop. The train is covered in crystals and pearls. Once I tried it on I didn't want to take it off.

We decided that since it is just our families we aren't having the traditional maid of honor and best man. Because we are both twins, we were having severe anxiety about having to choose one of our siblings, so we made the decision to stand at the altar on our own. My dad will walk me down the aisle; there was no way that wasn't going to happen. Even though we're not having a bridal party, the girls still wanted matching dresses. Since purple is my favorite color, we decided on dark gray and eggplant for our colors. The guys will be in dark gray suits with eggplant colored ties; the girls are knee length infinity convertible wrap dresses in eggplant. Christian is wearing the same color suit but with a vest and tie.

Christian and I came to Vegas right after Christmas to find a place to get married. We must have seen two dozen places. It was exhausting, but we agreed on the Wynn. They have this unfuckingbelievable setting outside. It's intimate just like we wanted and it's super private. We will have a cocktail reception right after, and we've brought our photographer so she could capture the whole weekend and not just the wedding. She's also going to take pictures at the reception next weekend. We thought about staying at the Mansion at the MGM, but Christian and his brothers have done business with Steve Wynn and have stayed there before and loved it.

Our flight is only two hours, and since it's early, we're not drinking...yet. Christian and I have to go to the courthouse to get our marriage license while everyone else checks into the hotel. Taylor and Sawyer are coming with us, and the other Ninjas are going with the family. Have you ever been to the Wynn? That place is fucking beautiful. We've booked Encore Suites for everyone. The siblings are all staying in Salon Suites, our parents are in the two bedroom apartments, the Ninjas each has a King Suite. Christian was insistent that they are close since Vegas is a smorgasbord for crazy.

Wam bam thank you ma'am. It took us all of about twenty minutes to get our marriage license. Now we are heading back to the hotel to meet everyone for a casual lunch in our suite before going about the rest of our day. Tonight we are going to XS here at the Wynn while the parents are going to dinner and a show. Tomorrow we have reservations at Picasso which is at the Bellagio. I wanted to see the fountains, so it worked out great. Carla is so excited to eat a Michelin star French restaurant. God damn French food. The guys have planned to gamble at Sky at the Wynn, so the girls and I are going to hang out.

Later that night

I walk into the bathroom where my beautiful man is wrapped in a towel shaving.

"Christian, is this dress too short? I don't want my ass hanging out."

"Baby, you look beautiful, and no the dress is not too short. What are you wearing under there?" He slides his hand under my dress and smacks my ass.

"Ah, easy access. I like." Fucking on the brain...constantly.

"Anastasia, there is something we need to talk about before going out tonight."

"Sounds ominous. What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, but we just need to go over security protocol since this club is going to be packed. I thought Taylor was going to have a full blown panic attack when I told him our plans."

"How is this any different than if we were out back home in Seattle?"

"It's not really other than the number of people all in one small place. Taylor has asked that you do not go to the bathroom, the bar or leave the club without Sawyer even if you go with one of your sisters, Mia or Kate. He has to be by your side. Steve has assured me there will be no problems, but you can't be too careful. I don't want anything to happen to anyone but especially you."

"Okay Christian. I told you a long time ago that I will always comply with security protocol. Now...can we go, everyone is waiting for us, and I want to shake my ass to some loud and obnoxious music."

"Let them wait." He pulls me in and lays a tender kiss on my lips. "Mmm...I can't wait till you're my wife. I love you, Ana."