Anastasia

I wake early and find myself curled into Christian still. My dreams were filled with images of sexy playful Christian and my body is on fire for him already. How can I want to jump his bones already? I should be more than sated after everything he did last night. I fell asleep with a massive headache and stomach cramping from it all. My headache is gone now and my cramps have eased sometime during the night. I slowly move my head off his chest so I can gaze at the man I can't believe is mine. He looks so peaceful while he sleeps, his lips partly open while he breathes deeply. His eyelashes rest so beautifully on his strong cheek bones. His jawline is so strong and I reach up to run my fingers through his light scruff.

He groans in his sleep and swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. It's too inviting. Leaning down, I press my lips against it then run a trail of kisses down the hollow of his throat to his chest.

"Mmm, baby... didn't get enough last night?"

I grin against his chest. "I dreamed all night about you."

He clears his throat and runs his fingers down the center of my back. "Better have been good."

"Not as good as the real thing, but delicious, nonetheless."

Stretching below me, he checks the clock. "We have a few more hours before Ellie is due back."

I squeal as he flips us over suddenly. I didn't think he was awake enough, yet, but I should know better.

"Let's get down to business." He wiggles his eyebrows at me lightly and presses a kiss to my lips, deepening it quickly.

We take our time kissing and caressing, Christian giving me love bites anywhere he sees fit. His mouth finds mine again just when the phone goes off and I whine against his lips.

"No." I pout up at him.

"It's not mine, baby." He looks over on my side table and smacks the phone, affectively silencing whoever is calling me. "Now, where were we?"

Giggling, I push his head down and he lets me until his mouth is hovering over my center. "I don't remember where we were, but I'd like you right about here."

He grins and presses a kiss to it before licking his lips and moving to lay beside me. I give him a scowl, but he just gives me a Cheshire grin.

"Come sit. I want to spank you while you ride my face."

My grin suddenly matches his and I hop to, throwing my leg over his face as he helps lower me by my backside. I let out a long moan when I feel his tongue lapping at me.

"Fuck, your mouth is so good." I run a hand through his hair while I move my hips with his tongue. I feel a sharp slap to my backside and my head falls back. "Again, Christian. Please..." I mewl out when he spanks the other side.

Turning his head, he nips at my thigh. "You're so fucking sexy, baby. The noises you make are so damn good."

I whimper. "Christian... please. Let me come. I need to come."

He gets back to work and I find myself grinding hard while he spanks and kneads my backside. His tongue finds my opening and he tongue fucks me while he uses a finger on my clit, making me cry out. "I'm coming... Christian, don't stop!" I ride out my orgasm on his face and his tongue doesn't stop until I pull away.

I roll off of him while I try to catch my breath, my hands over my heart, trying to calm it. Christian doesn't bother to wait for me to recover. His fingers are thrusting into me before I can even open my eyes.

"Jesus, Christian!" He finds my sweet spot. "God, you're magic."

He chuckles as he plays and presses a kiss to my lips. "Show me. Come on my fingers baby."

Christian

"Christian... stop teasing." I give her a grin as she pouts. I've made her come with my mouth and fingers, but she's still dancing on the bed, eager for my dick.

I kiss her again and when she tries to pull my hips closer, I pull them back. I want her to beg for it.

"Christian..." She pouts.

"What's wrong? You've come three times, baby. Isn't that enough? What do you want?"

"You know what I want!"

I laugh. I do. And fuck if my cock isn't begging for her... but I want to hear her say it.

"Then tell me. What does your greedy little cunt want?"

Whimpering she wiggles on the bed. "I want you."

"I'm right here."

She growls out in frustration and I kiss her. "All you have to do is ask and I'll give you exactly what you want."

She blows out a breath. "Christian..."

"Yes?" I smirk.

She pouts. "I want your cock."

I roll on top of her and press a kiss to her mouth while I guide myself into her, thrusting a few times until I'm seated completely inside of her. "See? That wasn't so hard."

"But you are... Mmm, so hard." Her hips begin thrusting underneath me and I match her, groaning when I feel her grind into me.

"Fuck, babygirl. So damn tight. So fucking good." I pant into her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. "So wet, too. You love my cock."

She moans. "Yes. It's so good. You feel so good. Nothing compares to this."

Fuck, she knows just what to say.

I push up on my knees and watch as I thrust into her, groaning when I can see her gripping me as I pull out, a ring of her cream around the base of my shaft. I use my thumb to play with her swollen clit while I watch myself disappear into her over and over.

"You're a fucking goddess, Ana. Fuck. You're gripping me so tight. I need you to come, baby. I'm not going to last." I can feel myself drawing up already.

"Mmm, come Christian. I want it. Please."

I lean over her and kiss her. "Nice and deep?"

She moans out an always.

"Come on my cock, babygirl, and I will." I pivot my hips and enjoy listening to her cry out.

"Just like that. Don't stop! Please, don't stop..." She detonated within seconds and her center swallows and milks me hard as she shudders through it, pushing me over the edge myself. I growl out her name through my teeth as I draw up and shoot into her over and over.

"Fuck." I pant. "You milked me dry, baby." I press a kiss to her lips.

As I roll off of her, her phone catches my eye and my shoulders go rigid.

"What the fuck!"

Picking it up, I look at the lit up screen.

Ethan

30:34 Minutes

I watch as the phone tracks the length of the phone call, the seconds ticking by, before putting it to my ear.

"Have fun listening to me fuck Anastasia? Can't have her yourself so you've sunk to this? You disgusting low life piece of shit." I hang up and find myself shaking.

Anastasia looks horrified. "He-he heard? He listened? How? I don't understand!"

I yank at my hair. "I must have hit the accept button when I smacked your phone. Shit. I'm so sorry, Ana."

Her chin quivers. "But... but he didn't hang up. He should've hung up!"

I reach to pull her toward me, laying on my side so I can pull her flush against me. She begins to sob into my chest and my anger for the horny little dickbeater grows.

"Why are men so terrible?" She asks through her sobs.

"I'm sorry, baby." I hope she doesn't see me the same way. "He should have hung up." I'm really fucking worried he recorded it to hold it over my head or try to sell it later. I can't bear to mention that to Ana though. Not right now. After I get her calmed down, I'll have Taylor's IT security team hack into his phone.

"Why do men think they can just do whatever the fuck they want? Why doesn't consent mean anything?"

My heart breaks for my girl. She is a mess in my arms over a man she thought was trustworthy. A man she once had affection for... and possibly even loved. I'm sure she feels betrayed by this and I don't know how to fix her broken heart. I can stop the fucker from hurting her going forward, but I can't stop this.

"I'm so sorry, baby. What can I do? Anything I can do to fix it?"

She sniffles and shakes her head against my chest. "Just stay like this. I just need some time."

I tighten my grip on her. "I'm here as long as you need me."

XxXxXx

"Taylor, tell me what your men found."

Taylor has a seat in front of me at Grey House.

"We found two recordings, both from yesterday morning. One was the original and the second..." He licks his lips. "The second was the same... but only Ms. Steele. Your voice was cut out."

I blink. "What?"

He gives me a nod. "Yep."

My lip curls in disgust. The fucker made himself a recording to beat his dick to. Here I thought he'd use it as blackmail to the press. "Disgusting bastard. Ana is so sick over this." I shake my head. "Anything else?"

"No. Nothing else. Just some old photos of them together but nothing indecent."

"I want those deleted, too." I'm feeling really spiteful today. "He doesn't deserve to have any pictures of them."

XxXxXx

I find myself knocking on the disgusting fucker's apartment door. I really need to know why the fuck he did this.

The door opens a couple inches, but the chain remains on the door. "I'm not letting you in."

I shrug. "Then we'll talk about your malicious dickbeating tendencies right here." An elderly lady is making her way down the hallway behind me and stares as me with wide eyes. I nod at her. "Ma'am."

"God damn it, Christian!" The door closes and I hear the scraping of the lock being disengaged before the door opens wider. "Come in."

I make my way into his apartment and look around at the open floor plan before turning back to him with my arms crossed. He keeps one hand on the door.

"Why?" I ask.

He licks his lips. "I...I don't know."

I shake my head. "That's not good enough. I want to know why you would devastate someone you supposedly love so desperately. Ana was sobbing when she realized. She feels completely betrayed by you and I don't blame her!"

He looks like he's been punched in the gut and I hope that he's beginning to realize how fucking stupid he's been. "I... shit. Stasia. I fucked up. I just..." He runs a hand through his hair and slides down the door so that he's sitting on the floor and I have to keep myself from going over there to kick him right in the groin. "I just miss her."

"So you listened to a private moment of ours? What the fuck were you thinking? Why would you think any part of what you did was okay? How could you not think it would break her heart?"

"Fuck, man. She's never going to forgive me for this."

I shake my head. "I hope she doesn't. You were a safety for her, Ethan. Do you know that? She struggles so hard with trusting men and she trusted you... and you took that from her. You showed your true colors and now she knows you'd take advantage of her the second she lets her guard down."

"I never meant to hurt her."

"You had every intention to defile her when you listened the first time, then made sure you recorded it so you could edit it just to beat your dick to her voice." Calm down, Grey. The longer I speak the more worked up I get. I can feel myself shaking as I fist my hands beside me. I force my voice to remain calm. "You preyed on her in a moment where she was vulnerable but safe."

The fucker is crying and even though I don't give a shit I am really hoping the weight of the situation is going to change him.

"I'm not going to ask how you know about the recording, because I'm not fucking stupid and I'm sure I don't need to say I'll delete it cause I'm sure it's not there-"

"You're right."

"-But I swear to you that I never meant to hurt Anastasia. I never meant any harm. I just wanted more time with her... even if it wasn't real..." He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "I thought I was okay. I thought I could see her again and everything would be okay... but when I saw her again..." He clutches his chest. "It was like being punched in the gut. The second she smiled at me in the club, I knew I still loved her so fucking much.

"I knew that I wasn't what she needed. She was bored in the relationship and no matter how much attention I gave her or how sweet I tried to be with her, none of it mattered. When I told her I didn't feel like I was enough... fuck. The sweet thing promised me that I was... that she didn't need more, she just needed different. I didn't know how to compete with that. I could give her more... but I didn't know what different meant.

"I thought that maybe I could have a chance at the Gala if I reminded her how much fun we have together... but all she did was watch you." His teeth grit together. "When she left with you, I got drunk and angry and decided to bag your ex, hoping it'd piss you off."

I scowl. "You used Lennon."

"Fuck, I guess I did at first. But then I really started to like her. I thought maybe I could really begin to move on."

"Until you fucked it up by saying you'd drop her for my Ana."

He winces. "I could never turn her down."

"Then you're not really moving on." I shake my head, pissed and frustrated by this dickhead. "You are not safe for her. I won't have you around her anymore. Anastasia's already blocked your number. I think it'd be best for you to delete hers. I know that there will be times where we'll be stuck seeing each other since the Kavanaghs and Greys will be family, but that doesn't mean you have the right to approach Ana when it does happen. Keep your eyes and dickbeaters off of my girl. For the family's sake, I won't tell Elliot, but if you put one foot out of line, I will and we'll come for you. I mean it."

Anastasia

Ellie is in her room doing her homework while I research for the meeting with Home Goods. I look through articles on the Harvard Business Review and there is just so much information that it makes my head spin. I do my best to get acquainted with the jargon that is used, hoping that that's a good place to start.

I scribble down notes as I go and my poor desk looks like it's Final week back at WSU. Nothing is organized and everything is everywhere. I groan and my forehead hits the desk. I am in way over my head.

"Problem?"

I smile at his voice and sit back up to look at him. "Just trying to research for the meeting."

His eyes sweep over my desk. "It looks like your studying for the meeting."

I snort. "That was exactly my thought before I threw my little pity party."

Laughing, he makes his way in and has a seat on my desk... not bothering to move my notes. "I love seeing your drive, Ana, but why don't you take a break? I need to talk to you about Ethan."

Pain shoots through my chest. I swallow hard and tuck my hair behind my ear. "Ethan? Wha-what about Ethan?"

"I want to be honest with you. I need to be, so you know who you're dealing with."

"Um, okay? You're worrying me."

He nods. The worry in his face is evident. I don't know if it's because he's worried about how I'll take the news or if it's because of the news.

"He isn't safe, Ana."

I wet my lips. "I gathered that."

"He recorded the phone call, baby."

Tears sting my eyes and I feel panicked. I stand quickly, needing to fix it. "What? Why? Why would he do that? I have to see him! I have to get him to delete it. He'll delete it if I ask!"

He grabs me as I make a break for the door and pulls me into him, hugging me. "It's gone. Taylor's team deleted them."

"Them?" I look up at him. "Oh my God. Did he record me before? I mean when we were together?" I start to pant.

"Easy, baby. Relax. No. He had two but they were both from yesterday. The second was an edited version that had my voice edited out."

I'm sick to my stomach. "He thinks he can get off on me like... like it's some sort of porn! Like it wasn't something that was private between you and me? How could he do this to me?" I find myself crying into my hands while he holds me to him. "Why would he want to hurt me?"

He takes a deep breath. "I went to see him today."

I jerk back and look at him. "What'd you do to him? Did you hurt him?" I don't want Christian to get in trouble with the police because of me. Elliot already has that threat floating over his head. I can't have it over Christian's, too.

He shakes his head. "We just talked. He won't be a problem anymore. I don't think he realized the seriousness of his actions beforehand... which screams red flags. He's unaware of how his actions affects others. I won't have you around him anymore. I told him I wouldn't tell Elliot for the family's sake, but if he even breathes your way he's done. I need you to tell me if he tries. He's still in love with you."

"But we have to see him, Christian! Next week is our wedding wear fittings." I shake my head. "I hate this. I don't want to see him."

"I know, baby. I know. I told him to keep his eyes and hands off you. I'll be there. I won't let him get close enough to talk to you."

This is mortifying. Every time I see him I'm going to be reminded of him masturbating to my voice and I'm sure every time he sees me, he's going to be reminded of what he heard. It was supposed to be private! I would die if anyone else had to hear it.

"Oh my God. Oh my God! Security heard it, didn't they?"

"Just Taylor... and just enough to make sure he had the right audio. I specifically asked him to keep it confidential. I won't have anyone else listening to you in bed. You're mine. My eyes and ears only."

"I'm going to die next time Taylor looks at me. This is so embarrassing."

"Ana, don't be embarrassed. He's a professional and he's pissed at Ethan, too. He's safe. I promise you that. He wouldn't hurt you or judge you."

XxXxXx

I've been so anxious all week about this dress and tux fitting. The dresses are on one side of the boutique and the tuxes are on the other, so I'm hoping I only get a glance at Ethan before we all separate. I hope that Kate and Elliot choose their wedding wear quickly so we can be measured and fitted before I have to see too much of him. I'm so thankful that Ellie is with us, because she makes everything so much easier to ignore.

Ellie has already found her dress, but she is super excited about helping Aunt Kate pick out the bridesmaid's dresses. They are getting married on Valentine's Day weekend on a vineyard in Napa Valley, California. Their colors are champagne gold and blush pink (go figure). I am so thankful she's decided to go with the blush pink for our bridesmaid's color cause I would look disastrous in champagne gold.

When Taylor pulls into the parking lot, Christian reaches over and squeezes my shoulder. I take a deep breath while Ellie comes bolting out of the third row, anxious to see everyone. Christian and I hold hands on our way in, letting Taylor open the doors for us.

"Thank you, Uncle Taylor."

"You're welcome, Ellie. Slow down you little tornado!" Taylor calls when she practically runs to Christian's parents.

Taylor is shaking his head when we make our way through and it makes me laugh. I love the relationship we all have. Christian's circle is so tight-knit and I'm proud to be part of that now.

"There you guys are! You're late." Kate cocks an eyebrow at us.

I point to Ellie, who is standing with her back to me and mouth it's all her fault! Ellie was so excited today, we couldn't get her to concentrate long enough to get dressed in a timely manner. We probably shouldn't have given her waffles with syrup and whipped cream this morning. Sugar really affects her.

"Now that everyone's here..." Elliot gives us a playful scowl, "We need to head over to the other side for tuxes. We're late."

I stick my tongue out at Tarzan and do my best to keep my eyes from wandering to Ethan, who is standing by his father, Eamon.

Christian leans down and gives me a chaste kiss. "Have fun."

I nod. "You, too. Just relax and make memories with Elliot."

He wets his lips. "Yea, I know." He doesn't look so certain though. Hopefully, there is no drama today. I can't imagine Ethan being a problem with both sets of parents here today and he'd really have to push Christian's buttons for Christian to cause any.

When the men disappear, we hop to and start trying on dresses that Kate has already picked.

"Kate! I am not coming out." The front of the dress dips down so low, you can almost see my belly button. This dress was obviously meant for taller women like Kate, who stands at 5'7. My 5'3 stature cannot pull this off.

"Let me see."

"No."

"Steele! It's not like I haven't seen your goods before. Just open the door."

I let out a frustrated growl. It isn't her that I'm worried about! It's Mia, the mothers, and the other two bridesmaids that will be gawking at the my ridiculous looking self. Even though my face is bright red, I unlock the door and step out, being careful to hold the front so I don't have a nip-slip.

Ellie looks me over. "Oh, no no no. That looks terrible. Dad would have a cow."

Kate's face says it all. She looks like she just smelled something terrible. "That is ghastly."

"I told you."

Elliot pops over, looking extremely dapper in a tux. "Hey, Kate... what do you think about- What are you wearing? Kate! You aren't seriously going to make her wear that, are you?"

"What do you mean, Tarzan? You don't think this is the dress?"

"You're not serious." He turns to Kate. "She's not serious."

Kate rolls her eyes. "Of course not. We have eyes!" She looks him over. "Man, do we have eyes... you look so sexy."

Aaannndddd on that note, I'm leaving.

I disappear to try on another dress.

The next one is a tea length satin a-line with lace and sparkle on the bodice. It's sleeveless and beautiful. I find myself twirling in it before I exit to show Kate. I stand with the door open, waiting for my turn for her to critique me because she's currently critiquing Mia and it doesn't seem to be going very well.

"Mommy, you look beautiful! I give it a ten out of ten!"

I smile at my girl. "Yea?" I spin, letting the bottom flare and swoosh around my legs.

"I agree." My head snaps to the side, hearing Christian's voice. It instantly puts a smile on my face. "Beautiful, baby."

My eyes drag up and down his body. He's in a tux now and he looks beyond gorgeous. "I could say the same about you."

I step up to him and press a kiss to his lips.

"Elliot got sick of trying everything on, so as best man, he dressed me up and sent me over here so Kate can check me out."

I snort. "It better be the only time she checks you out."

He cocks an eyebrow. "I don't think I'm her type."

"Baby, you're everyone's type." I lean into him and he dips down to kiss me.

"Looks like there might be another wedding on the horizon." Kathleen gives us a smile. Oh, shit.

"Fingers crossed." Grace comments.

I immediately tense in Christian's arms, but he rubs my back and gives me a smile. He presses another kiss to my lips. "Just relax, baby."

When I pull away, I notice Ellie looking torn and bothered. I pull her to the side so I can ask her if everything is okay.

"I just don't know why you don't want to marry Daddy. It makes me sad. I want us to be a family, Mommy Ana."

I tuck her hair behind her ear. "I am so sorry you're upset over this. Your daddy and I are so new, girlfriend. Uncle Elliot and Aunt Kate were together for years before they decided to get married."

"So... you just need more time?" She looks so hopeful, that I actually get teary-eyed.

"Yes, baby. Just give us some more time."

After I give her a hug, we head back toward the others and Christian is still standing there, eyeing me. He knows me well enough to know that I'm upset, even though I try to give him a smile.

"Ellie is upset that I don't want to get married." I whisper in his ear when he leans down.

He looks at me confused for a minute then realizes that she is remembering my parents talking about it at their house.

"I'll talk to her, Ana."

I hope he does because I don't know how to deal with this. I can't tell her that her father doesn't want to marry me. She wouldn't take that news well considering she blamed him for trying to drive me away. Hopefully, he'll know what to say.

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