Here it is ...finally, right? I apologize profusely for not getting this out sooner. My life has been chaos since the beginning of the year. I got a promotion and its kickin my ass. I thank you all for your PMs, reviews and kind nudges on Facebook. I'm going to get this wrapped up soon..I will never leave my work unfinished EVER! I've taken over Holding The Baby from AmyJamie and I want to get that going. I've also got another story I want to work on as well.

Chapter 29

Our honeymoon has finally begun and to say I'm exhausted is an understatement. I'm exhaustipated, and I can't decide what I need first; a shower, a fuck, food, or caffeine. I'm so tired, my tired is tired. We have to stop in Los Angeles before beginning our 21-hour flight.

Other than a joint shower, a snack and a glass of wine, we've been holed up in the bedroom for the first six hours of our 21-hour flight, consummating our marriage repeatedly. We decide to take a break because I could not take any more of Christian's Count Shlongula, and I'm damn hungry. We decided comfort is a necessity due to the length of the flight, so we're dressed in sweats, both wearing glasses and my husband is sporting some very sexy five o'clock shadow.

We quickly take our seats at the dining table and I down a glass of water. Between the dry air on the plane, and the dick sucking I have been doing, I'm a tad parched. The flight attendants bring us an assortment of fruit, cheese, antipasti, and hummus. I'm beginning to think I have a tapeworm because all I want to do it eat everything on this table.

"Babe, where does all this yummy food come from because this is not normal airplane food that's for sure." I really want to know because it is delicious, and I want more.

"I always use Air Culinaire Worldwide. I selected the food ahead of time, it's prepared by chefs, and the attendants on board are also part of the package. These are professionals trained to work for those who own their own planes…like us." He smiles like it's no big deal that we are sitting in a plane that costs more than some countries GDP.

"Well, it's tasty and I want more, please." I try to say with my mouth full.

After we finish, I go find Gail to see what she's up to. The boys go to Christian's office to discuss the itinerary and security plans for about the millionth time. I see her in the lounge watching a movie on the big screen. I plop down on the plush sofa and pull the blanket off the back.

"Hi Gail, how's it going?"

"Everything is great, Ana. This plane is like a flying apartment. I've flown on the other jets before, but never this one," she says in awe.

"Yeah, it's pretty impressive. That's my husband…go big or stay home, right." She smiles and takes a long sip of her red wine.

The interior of this plane is more opulent than the two smaller jets GEH owns. The color scheme is right up my alley though. There are combinations of dark and light woods, tan and white, deep plum and grey depending on which part of the plane you're kicking it. It's not Christian's typical modern style; it's there, just subtly. In addition to the master bedroom, there is a smaller bedroom, the dining room and galley, which looks like a kitchen in a cool apartment…there's even a dishwasher, Christian's office, the security office and the staff cabins. Upstairs is where the pilots sit, and the flight crews' cabins are located.

I wake when I feel something tickling my feet. Lifting my head to see what the problem is, I notice my husband is running his finger up and down the sole of my foot. I look around and forget where I am. How the fuck did I get in the bedroom; the last I remembered I was watching a movie with Gail.

"Wakey, wakey, Mrs. Grey. You have one hour to shower, dress and eat before we need to prepare for landing. We're almost to Bali." He leans forward to kiss me and slides a hand under the t-shirt I am wearing. Good lord, he can't be serious right now. I want no part of his dick for the next twenty-four hours.

I groan, "Ana's pussy is closed for business for the next day, Sir. You will have to come back because there is no fucking way, I am letting you stick that thing in me. Look at it and tell me how red and raw it is."

I watch as he slides down, gently pushes my legs, and his head is between my legs to inspect the damage. He raises his eyebrows and has a shocked look on his face.

He gets close to my face, "Shit! I'm so sorry baby, I didn't realize I was that rough. Can I get you anything to make it better? Some ice or a cold wash rag?"

I giggle, "It's not that you were too rough… rough I can handle Mr. Grey. It's the size of the tool and overuse that's causing me to feel as if I have some lip filler injected, but into the wrong lips." He ended up getting me some ice and was kind enough to hold it between my legs for a few minutes. As if he's going to pass up an opportunity to be close to my kitty.

An hour later we land at the Ngurah Rai International Airport in Denpasar as opposed to Soekarno-Hatta. That airport is way too busy and Christian, of course, was concerned about security, especially given how monstrous this plane is. After everyone has deplaned, Christian leads us to a helipad.

"Ummm…Mr. Grey, where are going now?" I muse.

"Well, the place we are staying is about 90-minute drive from here, so I figured the faster we get there, the faster we can get naked." He wiggles his eyebrows and laughs.

"How is everyone and all of our shit getting there?" I ask curiously.

"The helicopter. Actually, 'our shit' as you call it, is being driven because you ladies had to bring more suitcases than all the men combined." He is such a smart ass sometimes.

Our entourage makes our way to the chopper. This is not like Charlie Tango, at all. This fucker is something altogether different. Holy roley poley…. Bling Bling Dog! I look at Gail as she is trying to find the words but keeps looking between Christian and the helicopter. The interior of this bitch is like an airplane; leather seats, a television, carpet, and a bathroom. Christian is like a kid in a candy store upfront talking to the pilots.

He finds his seat next to me and checks my seat belt. "Baby, do you know how much something like this costs?" I whisper in his ear.

"About $21 million…give or take," he whispers back. "Do you like it?"

"Why, yes I do Mr. Deep Pockets. It's very nice and much different than Charlie Tango. You know, you really have more money than sense." I quip.

"I'm glad you like it because it's being shipped back to Seattle when our trip here is finished."

"What the mother fuck Christian?" I belt out and… well that got everyone's attention.

"You just told her it's coming home with you, huh?" Taylor chimes in and laughs out loud.

Prick!

The helicopter on steroids gently touches down on a concrete pad in the middle of rice fields. We've reached our destination and what a destination it is. This not your typical hotel or a villa; this is a fucking mansion right on the beach. Christian is giving the rundown of what is called Ketapang Estate as we enter through the front door. I immediately run to the back of the house to see the view.

I walk onto an open-air deck and let the wind whip through my hair. You can't miss the Olympic-size infinity pool that is not 100 feet from the beach. The beach…holy fuck its black. I've never seen a black beach before. There's nothing but tropical gardens surrounding us. There are seven private villas, so we won't be on top of one another. Christian and I are staying in the big villa with the chef, butler, and staff. Gail doesn't have to lift one of her perfectly manicured nails the entire trip. I wander around the main house and find a cinema, a gym, and a spa.

"What do you think, baby," Christian whispers and wraps his arms around me from behind.

"I think it's spectacular...and I hope you didn't buy this too. Did you?" I inquire with raised eyebrows.

"No, as much as I wanted, I decided that we could find a place together that would be one of our vacation homes. Plus, the helicopter was a large enough expenditure for this trip. I have a feeling that our accountants will have something to say about this." He laughs. I am glad that he has people that take of all this shit. If I were in charge of the checkbook, I'd bankrupt us for sure.

We spend the next few days exploring the temples, arts and crafts market and have dinner where they perform traditional Balinese dances, and just relaxing. Currently, my ass is planted in the comfy hammock that is between two of the buildings. I can see the beach from here, and Christian is out there paddle boarding. God damn, my husband is fucking hot. He's wearing these blue swim trunks, and he's all tan...and wet. Mother may I have another...another piece of his ass, please. I fall asleep dreaming of my hot, wet hunka hunka burning love.

Feeling someone poking my side, I slowly open my eyes and roll onto my back. The sun is still bright, so I feel around for my sunglasses when I hear a weird noise. What the fuck kind of sound is that? There's a lot of mynah birds around here, but that wasn't a bird. I look to my left and my right, but I don't see anything out of the ordinary. All the sudden I feel another poke, but this time I feel it on my ass. No sooner do I sit up, I feel a pressure on my legs, the hammock starts to sway, and I see a fucking monkey on my lap. I begin to panic...these cute fuckers can be mean.

Let me tell you what happened. Christian, Gail, Taylor and I went to the Monkey Forest where more than 600 almost human things run around like they own place. Well...I guess they do and we invade their space. Nonetheless, one jumped up on Christian's back and tried to take his ball cap while another one stole his water bottle. Not a plastic bottle mind you, a stainless-steel bottle and he wouldn't give up the goods. That dirty thief ran into the trees along with his water bottle. I had a bunch of bananas in my hand to feed to the monkeys as we walked through, but no, some big, mean and hungry fucker wanted what I had in my hands. I knelt, and he snatched it out of my hand...RUDE! As this is happening, we are now surrounded by a dozen or so when a small monkey tried to jump on Taylor. He managed to shake him off but lost a flip-flop in the process. We attempted to get it back, but that mean little shit just growled and ran away with it in his mouth. A few of the others that were hanging around came closer and jumped on Gail. She panicked and began to run away from the monkeys but failed to realize she still had one on her back. I thought, for sure, she was going to pass out from panic. Luckily, one of the guards came around and took control of the situation. Taylor got his flip-flop back, Gail's monkey finally fell off, I think from being dizzy as she tried to fend it off. Christian, however, did not get his water bottle back.

So, back to my personal monkey encounter….

I am sitting still unsure of what this monkey's business is, and I don't want it to attack me, bite me or try to make me his bitch. He's slowly inching his way closer to me...yes, I am going to shit myself right here, right now! I want to scream, but that will scare the shit out of him. He reaches out his human-like, but very hairy hand, I hold my breath and stick out mine. He starts touching it, picking around for something...yeah, I don't have any bugs on me, so he's shit out of luck. He's not very big, but I learned at the Forest they don't have to be big to be vicious. I continue to sit still, praying that no one walks up and scares him. I think I'm going to call him Bob. He looks like a Bob. Yep, Bob, it is. After a few minutes, he's bored with my fingers and has moved to my hair. I don't have it up, so it's dangling over my shoulder. Not moving, he's digging around in my hair...yeah...no bugs there either buddy Bob. Another few minutes and he's now curled up in my lap asleep. Now, what the fuck am I gonna do? I wake his ass up, and he bites me or maybe he won't.

I hear a clicking noise that rouses me, and I realize I have fallen asleep again. I mean who wouldn't be comfortable with a small primate asleep on their chest. I open my eyes and see that Bob is still curled up asleep. Christian is taking pictures, and everyone is standing around looking like I'm the monkey in the window. People...this is not a zoo exhibit. I'm just a girl with her monkey. One of the gardeners comes over and picks up Bob from my lap. He starts screaming and flailing his arms about. Pissed off Bob is not a happy monkey. The gardener apologizes and explains that Bob is not really Bob...he's Francois the monkey and it's his pet. I'm sticking with Bob; it's much more him, not snooty Francois. Who the fuck names a monkey Francois anyway?

We had dinner and now Christian, and I are sitting outside next to the fire. He's got a glass a wine, and I'm nursing juice. We leave tomorrow afternoon for New Zealand, and I can't wait. Hmmm...I've not seen any of our security or Gail and Taylor for a few days. Christian said they've been going on day trips to explore. Good for them I say.

"Baby, are you ready for bed? You look exhausted," Christian asks.

"I am tired now that you mention it. How about you take me to bed and have your dirty way with me. How does that sound to you, Mr. Grey?"

In a nanosecond, he sweeps me into his arms and takes off for our bedroom. Yeah…you know what's gonna happen…sexy time for the Grey's is at the top of the list.

All my shit is packed, and I'm ready to leave on a jet plane. First, we have to take that sexy helicopter back to the airport. I'm proud of Christian, he hasn't checked his phone or turned on his laptop once since we've been here. That has got to be a fucking record. Somebody call the Guinness book people.

We are waiting in the VIP area of the airport waiting for our take-off slot. Damn, I'm hungry and thirsty. I wander off to the man at the counter and request a bottle of water, and I check out the edibles laying around. I'm sure I can find something here that will satisfy my hunger. I haven't seen Christian or Taylor …. where the fuck did those two lovebirds run off to? Gail is reading a book; Sawyer is like a god damn statue with only his eyes moving. How he stands in one spot for that long, I'll never know. With my luck, I'd faint and break something…this is why I'm not the security guy. I am looking around when I see Christian and Taylor come in, and something doesn't seem right at all. His eyes are red; he's been crying. What the mother fuck is going on with my husband? He walks quickly, and when he reaches me, he breaks down crying.

"Christian, what's wrong, what happened?" I whisper to him, but he's unable to speak. I sit and watch him for a minute when Taylor comes forward and sits on the other side of me.

"Ana, there's been an accident at home. Unfortunately, we have to cut our trip short and return to Seattle." Taylor is usually not this serious, and he even looks shaken up.

"Okay, well someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on, please." I plead.

"Carrick called while Christian and I were talking to the mechanics and checking out the plane. He could barely speak but managed to tell me that Keegan and Harper were out to dinner and went dancing afterward when they were attacked walking to their car," Taylor explains.

"Are they alright…well, clearly they aren't because my husband doesn't cry…. ever. How is Harper? Are my parents with her? Did someone call my brother and sister? Where the mother fuck was security?" I keep firing questions at him, and my raised voice has attracted some unwanted attention.

"Ana, try to stay calm, please. Um, Harper is okay. She has a concussion and some bruises. They are keeping her overnight for observation, but she will heal. It's Keegan that is not fairing as well. He was stabbed multiple times, unfortunately. One of his kidney's ruptured, his liver was punctured, and he has a deep stab wound to his leg, and the femoral artery was compromised, he's lost a lot of blood. He's in ICU and unconscious."

Words cannot describe what I'm feeling. I can't even muster a sentence, so Taylor continues to fill me in, all the while, I'm trying to comfort my husband. Tears start to fall, but I know I must keep my shit together.

"From what Carrick told me, Keegan needs a kidney transplant. His other kidney has some issues and can't do its job, that's a whole different story unrelated to this incident. They need to remove the damaged one for him to not have to live on dialysis while waiting for a kidney," he carefully explains. I realize it just as he is about to open his mouth, Christian will be a perfect match. They are identical twins.

"Taylor is he…" I can't even get the words out…

"If we get on the plane now, he'll have a good chance. The doctors are doing everything they can for him until we can get stateside." Taylor is stoic, but I know this is affecting him too. He loves Keegan as much as he loves Christian.

"Let's go!" I am not fucking around…those pilots better fly their asses off to get us home quickly. I pull Christian to his feet and grab his hand. He's not muttered a word because he's in shock. I will get him settled on the plane…I'll take care of my husband. My sister will be okay. Keegan will be okay. Keegan will be okay. I keep saying this over and over in my head, but I'm not so sure I believe it.

Sorry...Not sorry for the cliffie. Leave me a review and let me know what you think. Thanks for sticking around.