Accidental dreams 03
The legal age:
My Junior Year is fantastic, I've made some friends. I have Jose, my BFF and Mal. I've managed to get a couple of girlfriends. Mostly the outcast bookworms and super nerd students. In spite of my fashionista's I've craft my own style. Jeans, graphic t-shirts, over shirt unbuttoned. I've kept the dirty blonde that I started school with. I really don't like it. Chris prefers my brown locks.
The Classes are just hard enough to test me, but not stress me out. I enjoy the evening being with Chris. We come to very happy pattern: work for him, study for me. then a cuddle with TV or a movie. Then some personal time in one of our rooms. Then sleep usually apart.
I find the guys are closet Wrestling fans. So, Monday evening its Football and Raw TV party. I find even Carrick and Grace are hidden fans. I love watching the guys happy cheering, moaning losses. A just enjoying the company. Jose invites two girls I've met. Their nice, friendly an in the closet. We bond, its strange to have close friends I can trust. Gwen is a senior at North Shore High School. While Tabby is senior with MaL
I start to do girl things with my cliché. It's strange being part of a pack. Worse I'm the leader, how did introvert little old me get this power. Mia is tagging along like a kid sister. We do spa days with the adults. Grace helps move Tabby mother to accept her sexuality. Gwen parents are not friendly or accepting. She can't wait to leave for college. She planning on NYU for commercial marketing.
The start of Christmas vacation has us in NY for Chris to sign a multi-million-dollar tech deal. Just the two of us, I revel in the holiday events and feel of the city. The world thinks I'm his PA, brown hair, fake coke bottle glasses I picked up in a magic store; power suits, the very model of little Miss super prude. I feel like a character in an Austen novel. Roz can't help laughing at my persona. The idiots Chris is taking over think I'm nobody. They talk around me like I'm invisible. Secrets, opinions and banter about the break room and hallways.
I've become Anna Steele industrial spy! I rock the building with my sleuth and brain power. The Takeover is completed by December 23. I love how my man has take down men three and four times his age. The last meeting, I ditch the glass and tight hair bun, power suits.
Lounging in the executive waiting reception, wearing a sexy dress and stocking and knee-high soft black fu ##k me boots. Sheep skin full length cowboy jacket on the arm rest. I look and feel like a sexy girlfriend to a powerful man. Watching the mean girls walk out with their boxes of personal stuff. The shame of being fired, stokes my ego. If they'd been smart and competent they'd still be employed.
The executives are staring at me, trying to figure out who I am. I am especial happy watching the former COO Thomas Lambert walk of shame, I first thought we might be relatives. But the background check clearly showed we are not. I smile at him, his mean and insulting comments about me; had me in tears at the hotel.
With the deadwood banished. Roz is quickly taken over the building and company. I smile as her PA Billy comes to tell me that the Chris is waiting in the CEO's office. Walking in to the gaudy and sexist room, I cringe at the décor. Chris is staring out the window. His hands behind his back. I command the universe pose. Walking up I hug him. "Finished?"
"Yea! They folded after the other offer died. Leaving them no option but to sell out to me. The Executives were particularly upset about the clean sweep Roz made using your information. I will never make that mistake, again of publicly talking about things with subordinates about."
"Yepa! Boy-toy. Not with PA Steele, industrial spy and narc on the prowl."
He spins and kisses me. deeply. "what now Chris?"
"Well the building location is prime, so this becomes GEH HQ. NY. After we gut the top five floors. This (waving his hand about the room) is gone, I feel like were on a sixties porn movie set. Not a high-tech company's CEO office in the 2000's. I expect my girlfriend to decorate it to our taste."
"Sorry stud. But you're at the mercy of Mia and Jose. I plan on only decorating our homes. What's on our plate now?"
"Well, my lady fair. The hotel, shower change and theater tickets to Broadways How the Grinch Stole Christmas play. A late dinner and then a day enjoying the cities Christmas Eve events tomorrow. With a getaway to the Hampton's from Christmas afternoon to New Year's Eve, back here for the ball drop and home to Seattle. You likeee smiley?"
"I likeee Chriseee. Let's get going, I need to compare the Grinch's heart to yours. I think it the same size." I tease scampering out his arms. He catches me at the elevator. We shock the staff kissing in the corner on the descent. Our car is waiting.
Walking out of the restaurant, arm in arm. We're half way to the car; went two men rush us with guns. Before the evil words leave their mouths, Chris is in attack mode. The second one reach for me, my Cold Steel Ti-Lite tactical folding knife magically appears in my hand: I drive it thru his groin then shoulder joint. My knee breaks his jaw.
I turn to help Christian. He's smirking at me holding the evil shit's gun. The former owner is out on the ground. His face looks like distorted, spilling blood and teeth from his mouth, as an eyeball hangs out of a socket. I so what to kick the shit out of him. Trying to harm my man.
The police arrive, followed by Roz. Sitting in the police station interrogation room. They tried to separate us. But we refused. I am very wary of the whole thing. Refusing to leave my man's arms. A woman from the SVU walks in and demands I leave a have a private talk. My age is an issue. I refuse.
Christmas Eve morning is breaking thru the windows as Carrick and Grace walk in. We are released, after Grace and I talk to the SVU lady. Seems my background check has some flags. She not letting go till a senior Assistant DA walks in and tell her the background check is fine. That I am member of the railroad.
The SVU ladies attitude changes immediately, to one of concern and compassion. Grace has a whispered talk, showing the newspaper story of my father's death on her phone. The NY Christmas is busted. Christian flies us to our rental in the Hamptons. While the parents take over our hotel room for the night.
Walking along the snow tinted beach, snowy sand dunes. I wander the water edge. Followed by Christian with two security guys' trailing us. I'm lost in thoughts of last night. After settling in for a romantic Christmas morning(1am). I give my man the present I've dreamed of giving him.
1am Boxer day Morning: Hampton's NY Long Island.
The fire is flicking while a light snow dust the windows. Lounging before the fire, wine, cheese, summer sausages, some fruit. We are firmly on third base. I stand and walk to the fire place. Dropping his dress shirt. I strut back to him., kneeling, straddling my man's hips. I look into his hooded grey eyes.
"It's time, Chris make me yours. Make love to me." I purr and melt into his body.
We worship at the alter of our love. The orgasms go on and on. If this is sex. I want it forever with this man. My soulmate.
I can't believe we've spent the last 48 hours in sex, after sex. Our bodies are sore in all the right ways in all the right places. Soaking in a hot bath, candles, soft music.
I review where my life is right now. I want to graduate, be happy, successful. But what do I want to do? I originally wanted to edit books, be a publisher/editor, my love of books and literature. Now I 'm unsure, I really like the stuff Chris does. The varied task, disciplines. The very interactions, I see what has Christian Grey so stoked.
I see the shadow change on the window. I hear the soft slink of a body on the floor. I see the bright eyes of my lover. Rising behind me, reflected in the snow patterned window. Smiling an idiots grin, I squeak "Wash my back?"
"Your wish is my command, O' lady of the manor." He does his best British accent.
"The lady left two days ago, it's just plain jane little old me, Anna the maid."
"In that case, move forward. Since the lady's left. I can play with my maid."
"You Cad! Cheat on the Lady of the Manor? Our you stupideo"
"Yepa, stupid, dumb, hopelessly in love with beautiful, smart, sexy Maid Anna, with sexy super model Anastasia Lady of the Manor; Since she's out and about. What is she out and about doing?"
"OH, this and that. mostly checking the sex shops for toys to keep her husband, you. at bay!"
"Toys? Sex toys? Whom shall I use them on. You two will just have to share. I think we should start training you" he whispers in my ear. Sliding a finger on my clit. Then shockingly a finger in my ass. He nibbles and licks my neck.
"play with your nipples, yes! Harder. Feel your breast. He pulls me up, sliding his head under my armpit. Latching on to my nipple, inhaling my breast. The orgasm explodes, explodes till blackness takes me.
I wake to a soft fire in the bedroom mantle, the embrace of my man. How, when did we get here. I watch the flickers and flames tease the fake log. I dream of days to come.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Seattle last school day of January:
I'm walking to lunch when, Mal and Jose rush me. I'm bum rushed to Mal's car, whisked away from school. They refuse to say anything. We arrive at Grey House 1; Two of Chris new CPO are waiting. Timmons, just picks me up and carries me inside. I fear something has happened to Chris.
I arrive at his office. He is a full-blown meltdown. I see his head of PR crying on the floor. Chris current PA Cathay is hiding under her desk. Roz stomps out and yells worse than Christian. Timmons puts me down.
I walk up to Chris, he stops, chokes and then hugs me crying. I drag him to his office and slam the door shut. After a few minutes in my arms. He starts apologizing, mumbling sorry. I can't get anything out of him. I hear the door bounce off the hinges. I turn to Carrick.
He simply walks over and hugs us both. Now he's apologizing and sorry. What the frigging hell has happened. I leave the two on the couch crying. Walking out, I find Roz and Grace in ego, power fueled cat-fight. Screaming at the top of my lungs. I bring quiet and civility to the floor.
"What as happened?" I scream shaking the windows.
Roz, hugs Grace, walking up to me. "your picture from the attack in NY was reprinted on several websites and papers. This morning a lawyer showed up demanding you; had papers claiming parental rights. He also served Christian with statutory rape charges, civil and criminal."
"where his he now?" I demand
"He and his client are at the Fairmont. We haven't been able to find out the other guys name?" Roz says.
I scan the areas, I see Timmons and the new guy Taylor. "you two with me NOW!"
"Grace, stay here with men. I'm going to get to the bottom of this or be in jail. LET'S GO" I storm out followed by Jose. The four of us head to the Fairmont.
Shit do we know what room. Get your head out of fight mode girl. "Do we know what room?"
"Annie that is a stupid. I called and arrange a private conference room, secluded and secure." Jose hugs me. my BFF is thinking ahead of me, as usual. I smirk at him
XxxxxxXX
Sitting I wait for the enemy to arrive, I don't think they like being ordered. I watch as two men, like my father walk in the room. I don't know them, but Jose jumps up. "You had to be the assholes, couldn't have just walk up to the door an introduced yourselves. Had to stress everyone out."
We all stare at Jose. They stand stunned. Frozen in Jose's words. "Ok! Explain to me why your tearing my life apart, just when I started to feel safe!" I demand
The older of the pair walks around to me. sitting in Jose's seat. Looks in my eyes. "I am retired General William Howe Lambert, your cousin and godfather. That is retired Colonel Samuel Becket, Rays roommate at VMI and also your godfather. We were out of the country, working till Sam saw the newspaper picture. We were never notified of your situation. If we had been, you would not have needed the Grey's." he leans back.
"Jose?"
"Dad took us to Spain for Mom's dream trip. When the cancer was first detected. Remember we were gone for a month. Dad took me to Tunisia and we met the General. Him and Dad were friends from the Gulf. I didn't know he was your godfather or relative. I always knew you as Steele." He shrugs that I'm sorry.
"Well ok then. You two will cancel the bullshit about custody. An DAMM BETTER CANCEL THAT SHIT ABOUT MY HUSBAND!" I demand. They all look shocked. I just let the cat out of the bag.
Christmas day, after our meander on the beach. I take Chris to our room. Sitting on the bed. I unleash my worries and fears to him. Quietly we hug, then start making calls. Near midnight, in a judge's house at Baiting Hollow NY. We are married. The judge was friendly to the underground, and we spent close to two hours explaining the need for the marriage. He relented.
His neighbor was a notary whose 6-year old granddaughter was my bride's maids. The Judges forty-seven-year-old state senator son was Christian best man. His Husband walked me to my man. Fifteen minutes later we are married. Christmas day 11:59 pm.
Xxxx
Present.
"Yes! we have been married since Christmas. So! stop fuck up my life.?" I demand
The next hour is spent arguing and compromising. No one notified them of Ray and Jose Sr. deaths or the trouble my mother was causing. They are over compensating. We leave the hotel and head back to Grey House. Walking in, I see Christian has told his parents; the Grand's are here.
The conference room is heated and after a while Christian and I escape to his office. We just hold each other on the couch and wait the plan everyone is working out.
The door creaks open and white hanky is waved. "OK! Come in?" Chris says
Surprisingly its Jose and Roz. They walk in, grab chairs, a sit looking at us, like we are aliens.
"They don't look different?" Roz
"It's the love thing, they been at it so long; they always acted like old married people." Jose
"Yepa, they are surely married. You just can't fake that pussy whipped expression on Christian's face. Or the shy bookworm house Frau demeanor of Anna" Roz
"Well? What have you two elopers to say?" Roz ask while Jose photo bombs us.
Chris turning to me "Sorry but they have been practicing this since they met. The comedy duo of Bozo and Clown." I laugh. "Yea, it was a mistake to let him intern after school with her. So, Clown what the verdict?"
They both start to speak, then stop. Than start together again. till "Which one is Bozo and which one is Clown." Jose demands
"Well it interchangeable, you know, like you're both clown and Bozo. So, the verdict Jose?" I say putting them out of confusion. After several minutes of banter back and forth. Roz says simple.
"You guys are hiding till summer break. Then a re-vow thing, outing you both. The Adult wants status quo in sleeping arrangement. I argued, your married and they can't legal separate you. The godfathers are not happy about that."
"Well they weren't here, so they don't get a vote." I pout
"they are your Godfathers Anna; you can't ignore that they step up as soon as they found out. That they care about you." Jose says
"Why did I not know about them then. Why did Ray not tell me?" I realize that is the overriding issue I have with them.
"Carla hated them, made Ray's and your life hell when they visited you. So, they backed off, they lawyer you used to probate Ray's estate didn't do his job and notify them. Seems Carla blackmailed him into not sending notices. That why the funeral was so small." Roz says sadly
"Did he cheat me out of anything else?" I whisper as the tears flow.
"yes, he did, half the money went to Carla, its what funded their terror campaign." Jose, moves and sits next to us. holding my hand.
"Chris?"
"The Godfathers already took care of him, and what every money you are owed are in your trust fund account. your birth father left you close to a million dollars when you turned 21 or married. They really are sorry for the problems they caused today." Roz tells us.
"ok, then enough loathing and second guessing. Let's go meet the adults and get some dinner." I say pulling Chris up off the couch.
XXXXXX
Easter vacation:
The adults have been a pain in our ass since they discovered our marriage. Christian has been working 16-hour days for the last month. Several big deals are about to come together. With these addition to GEHG Chris is poised in the next year to become a billionaire. I support him the best I can.
As Friday classes ends. I can't wait to head home and wash the dye out of my hair, Chris is taking me to NY. I can't wait, we have bought an apartment building near Central Park. I can't wait to decorate our penthouse.
Grace and Mia packed my bags, Elliot and Mia are going with us. I think the adults want chaperones'.
Xxxx
The plane launches into the night sky of Long Island. The Siblings are in a car bound for the Apartment in the city. We are in first class bound for London. Our escape into the Bard's land is a dream of mine. I stare into the cloud shrouded window, encased in my man's arms. Contentment seeps in like sleep to waste the flight in peace and love.
I'm jolted awake by a hand under the blanket tweaks my nipple. I stare into grey passion filled eyes. he nods to the window. I stare as London town fills the pane. The Big Ben and Westminster slide along the view.
Landing we escape to the art deco hotel on the corner of Brook Street and Davies Street in Mayfair. Claridge's is beautiful, I can picture Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn walking by me. our room is the Grand Piano Suite, why am I not surprised.
We wander down the block to Grosvenor Square, walking around the Roosevelt memorial. Sitting on the bench watching the early morning people walk by. Returning to the hotels Foyer and Reading Room restaurants for breakfast. We don't have anything till this afternoon; when we must sit in a meeting with a tech company Chris is interested in.
Sitting behind him in the meeting, I enjoy the pain and horror my man unleashes on these staid gentlemen. The sweat pours off them despite the air conditioning. I smirk at the other PA's and secretaries. They have no idea who or what I am.
I ditched the power suit, glasses and tight bun. I'm wearing a designer dress, hair braided in the Hunger game style. My fashionista Mia demanded Prada three-inch peep toe heels with this outfit. My Persian lambskin collared trench coat hangs behind me over the chair back.
The very image of hotness, according to Jose and Mia. I smirk as the old guard surrenders to Christian business brain. We will in a month have a London headquarters of GEH. Which means we will be visiting more. I want to leap on the table and snoopy dance. Tonight, is a play. Tomorrow is the start of three glorious days in an author rich history tour of England. The adults will not be able to catch up before Thursday.
Thursday evening, I watch Grace and Carrick sitting in the Fera restaurant, waiting on us. We've changed into proper clothes for the venue. I feel like Audrey on the arm of Bogart, a Sabrina fantasy. A civil argument is settled with them realizing that in Seattle I'm in school. Here I'm Mrs. Christian Grey.
They are flying out to The Hague tomorrow, Carrick is interviewing for a court case before the World Court. We breakfast with them before they leave. I promise Grace we are being safe and careful.
We leave afterwards for another business to takeover, or prospect. Walking in, we are greeted by a thirty-sometime female looking like Mia acting like Roz. She ignores Christian and latches on to me. I let her lead me arm and arm to the board room, where I proceed to bitch slap her, spank her ass, and do my best mimic of Christian Grey; hard ass brutal business man.
Christian just laughs, as we reach a deal. We have the distribution and capital, she has the tech. Gabriela Downy is a breath of fresh air. Her whole act was designed to unseat Christian; she is stunned and surprised that I took her on and beat her at her own game. We become fast friends, her future husband walks in, the shy software genuine Henry Elvis Ford. They make a perfect pair, she does hardware and business, he does software and arts.
The four of us spent the last days before we must jet back, seeing the sight, museums' and art galleries. Neither is in to the party, club scenes. We brainics and bookworms have our own version of fun and pleasure.
The plane floats thru the clouds, headed for home. I had my hair dyed blond yesterday in a fancy London salon. Tomorrow is back to school as Anna Trevelyan. I can't wait for summer to arrive and be Mrs. Grey again. tomorrow is tomorrow, right now I cuddle into my man, letting the noise of the plane lulls me into sleep. Dreams of us, in the stack of the British Library.
The hot feel of his cock in my mouth. The teeth marks on a book as he pounds me into bliss. The staggering walk of shame pass the stern librarians'. The hands under the café table. Stolen moments in the Museums and Galleries. London has been golden; business, personal, and relationship. I have a partner in crime with Henry, solid friend with Gabriela. Whose Christian second partner in crime, like Roz.
Friends are brightening our future, protecting me from the evil ones. I feel safe and happy; an accomplished for the first time in my life. Student, lover, wife, friend, goddaughter, even adopted niece of the Grey and Trevelyan clans. For the first time since before Rays death, I am me.
Xxxxxxx
Four years later:
I stand in my office in the recently completed Grey House, the headquarters of GEH, Inc... We had custom build by Elliot company. Staring out the window on the Seattle Sound. I never imaged I would be here, doing what I'm doing. I can't believe I'm twenty years old. I feel his hands on my thigh, looking down I see my son, Teddy. Smiling at me. looking over on the couch I see his sister Phoebe and Alexandra, Alex for short.
Some day's in the beginning of my pregnancy I want to hunt down a kill the idiot Technician that screwed up the batch of Depo. I just had to get a worthless shot before Easter. Later I wanted to give him an all-expense paid world cruise. My triplets are my anchor to sanity.
Sanity, the last four years have been anything but sane, especial with my three almost four-year-old children. Everyone is hoping, praying, Elliot is talking exorcism that they grow out of terrible-two and tyrannical threes. Andrea my PA enters with Maxie and Claude my nannies. I had hoped one would be enough, but no not my kids.
"Everyone is in the boardroom, Anna. Taylor has everything set." Andrea tells me with her mischievous grin.
"Alright you Munchkin's, behave or no ice cream after dinner." I admonish them walking to the door.
Walking into the Conference Room A; I see the assholes of FMT, the New York base Mergers and Acquisition sharks. They have decided to takeover GEH. We lost a tech Breakthru to them, strange how they jumped ahead of us. But I know now, what I didn't know four months ago. They've block us at every turn, ever secret move, they have been there waiting on us; Not anymore. I smile at the assholes. Taking my seat at the head of the table.
"About time, sign the papers I have a hot date with a woman who like sex, you frigid bitch." CEO James Millard of FMT barks at me. I just smile stopping Roz my COO from going over the table too kick is sorry ass. I place my phone on the table. Open my laptop. Looking at the video feed from the twentieth-floor lobby fill up with hard, mean men.
"NO! Nope, I'm not in a selling mood. I'm in a buying mood. Specifically, FMT." I smirk at the stunned executives around the table.
"you don't have the Capital to do it, bluffing just wants me to lower the price another 3 billion. So, stop fu# $# $king around and sign the papers. You Cunts' acting like your CEO, you don't have the balls." Millard screams at me.
"O'well, it's like this Millard. I'm the deputy CEO. My husband is the CEO and always will be. Your spy in our PR department is singing like a premia donna opera diva. Your company board of directors is being arrested, as our you twenty assholes. My husband taught me that information and common sense are the hallmarks of winning in this game. I once I realized you had a spy in my house. Well it was easy to find him, backtrack and turn your sins and skeletons over to the police." I laugh at them
The door opens and Taylor leads in a group of the FBI white collar and Anti-child exploitation unit into the conference room. The Assholes are quickly cuffed.
"OH's, look at that your stock price just tanked to three dollars a share. Your 150 billion company just shrunk to .9 billion. It always amazes me when taking the short position on a stock, how much obscene money one can make on the fall, plus picking assets up for little or nothing." I smirk at him.
"Anna, he is right about him having a date tonight, although I'm sure its going to Male, hot or not. We can ask during his trial." Roz chirps in, enjoying the fun of this disaster. I nearly lost my husbands dream. Walking back to the former conference room B, now my daycare center for my minions.
Walking in, cautiously; they have a habit of blitzing the door, getting loose in the office. At least they are over the naked phase. I can't remember how many times I had to grin and bare it with staff and visitors' at there antics, naked and other. Flash of the watercolor paint bombs and Mr. Tashiro from Sony. He was a good sport about it; seem he has four grandchildren just out of the terrible-twos.
But today my children are quietly playing on the activity carpet. I kneel playing with Alex and her word block house. A little later, Taylor signals me its time to head home. The drive home is usually quiet, the dread of going home and seeing him.