A/N: Wow, quite a few more followers after the last chapter. Loved reading all your reviews, so WELCOME and THANK YOU :). I am so pleased you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope I don't disappoint with this chapter.
Little cliff hanger coming up at the end of this...you will all have to speculate for a few chapters though. *insert evil grin.*. Hmmm wonder where we are heading in the next chapter?
Chapter 26. Where's my Dom?
APOV.
Oh dear. If I don't get in front of Francis and FAST this is not going to be pretty - judging by the veins about to burst on Christians forehead.
"Hey baby." I run over to them and get in front of Francis. I lean forward and plant a kiss on Christians lips. "You're home early." Shit, that probably wasn't the best thing to say in the situation. He doesn't kiss me back, move or even flinch and his eyes never leave Francis's face.
"I see you've meet Francis." I murmur trying to steal his attention. Nope not even a twitch. I continue rambling on, asking how his day was, what he thought of the weather, his views on global warming...
Finally he looks down at my face.
"Your sweaty." He says dead pan.
"I've just been for a run with Elliot and Bear."
"A word. In our room. Now." He whispers in my ear then walks past Francis and heads for the stairs.
"I'm so so sorry Francis. I didn't warn him about you being here. He'll be fine I promise. Just give us a minute." I head up the stairs after my fuming husband.
When I enter our bedroom he is pacing back and forth. He has opened the concealed fridge in the wall and has a bottle of pre mix bourbon and cola held to his lips.
"Who the fuck is Francis, what the fuck is he doing in our home, why the fuck was he wandering on his own unsupervised , speaking of which where the fuck are our children and who the fuck is FRANCIS." He roars.
"You already asked that." I roll my eyes at him. Oh bad move!
"Now. Is. Not. The. Time.. For your smart mouth or your eye rolling." He sneers almost whispering.
"God dam it Christian, settle down." I repeat his words to me from this morning. "Your mother came and got the children and Francis is cooking us dinner. He is one of the housekeeper candidates and I really like him so we are trialling his cooking skills."
"But he's... a guy." He looks at me gob smacked yet slightly placated.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." I say sarcastically.
"Hey bro why are we partying up here." Elliott strolls in holding a bottle of beer.
"Fuck off Elliot." Christian snaps.
"Eh, just pretend I'm not here." He sits on the bed and lays back on the pillows propped up to watch the show.
Christian mutters a few choice words under his breath and turns back to me. "How can he be here for the housekeeper position? He's a fucking dude for fucks sake."
"That's a bit sexist don't you think Christian?"
"Wait, that dude is your new housekeeper? But he's a dude?" Elliot adds his 10 cents worth. "And is just me or does he look like that Ryan Phillippe actor fucker in his 'cruel intentions' days or what!"
"Why is everyone a fucker to you two?... You didn't mind that he was a 'dude' when you approved his security check to Gail Christian." I hiss.
"I didn't fucking check the sexes of them."
"Why wouldn't you check the sexes of them - your a freakin stalker extraordinaire?"
"Because i .. I just...i didn't...well what fucking man wakes up in the morning and thinks hey... i'd really like to put on an apron and dust some fucking shelves while I wait for the strawberry cupcakes to cook?"
"Oh, so you just assumed they'd all be female?"
"Frankly, yes I fucking did."
"Is he gay?" Elliot asks.
"Oh he fucking better be!" Christian snorts.
"Why?" I snap exasperated. "Because it's a requirement for all male housekeepers to be gay. What about women, do I need to fire Gail and hire a lesbian?"
"Don't be fucking ridiculous," Christian scoffs.
"Mmmm lesbian housekeepers, now we're talking." Elliot grins.
"Shut up Elliot." Christian and I shout in unison.
I walk to the wall fridge and open it. I grab a beer, twist the top off and take a few large gulps.
"Since when do you drink beer? you hate beer." Christian asks.
"Since my husband started acting like a PIG." I take another swig.
"Bro why do you have a beer fridge in your bedroom?"
"None of your fucking business Elliot."
"Just asking bro, I like your Style. I didn't think you drank that much though."
"I don't " Christian yells, he's getting more and more frustrated by the second.
"Then why have it? seriously bro that's just weird."
"Because I like to pour alcohol over my wife's tits and suck it off, and I'm too much of a lazy fucker to walk down the stairs to get it, now fucking DROP IT!" Christian roars, his face a few more shades of red.
"Oh my god Christian I can't believe you just told him that!" I screech.
"Fuuuuuuuck!" He groans in frustration grabbing his hair with his hands. "Wait, back up a minute, did you just call me a pig?" His eyes widen in realisation. Oops.
"Well if the snout fits." I fold my arms over my chest and glare at him.
Elliot bursts into hysterical laughter, he is rolling around on the bed holding his stomach. "Fuck me." He chokes. "Who woulda thought? Billionaire Christian fucking Grey has a dude for a housekeeper, a sex fridge in his room and a beer drinking wife who calls him a pig. This is fucking awesome."
"Shut up Elliot!" We yell together again.
CPOV
We are getting nowhere standing here. I can't believe Ana called me a pig, well not outrightly, i think she said i acted like a pig but thats just semantics. A pig?...and in front of my brother. Her ass will pay for that. But...I guess I probably deserved it for talking about Ana's tits in that manner, but thats beside the point. Fuck, I'm going to be grovelling for weeks after that titty revelation.
"Look." She exhales to calm herself. "We are all adults here. Lets just go down and enjoy dinner... and for fucks sake - BE NICE."
"Fine." I grunt. "But if he's straight and his cooking is shit he's gone."
"Grow the hell up." She snaps before marching out of the room.
"Well I'll be." Elliot murmurs. Like myself he is staring at the bedroom door that Ana just stormed through. Only difference being I'm grinning like a schmuck - god dam she's sexy when she's angry. And Elliot, he's just gaping in awe I think.
"Fuck bro is she as feisty as that in the sack?"
"You have no fucking idea." I nod my head with pride - still grinning and adjusting my package. "Wait what?" I snap back to reality. "Fuck up Elliot, don't ask me shit like that again."
"Thousand bucks says I can get your housekeeper to admit he's gay without asking him directly before you can."
"Two thousand and Game on. Oh and Lelliot, you ever tell anyone about anything you've seen or heard in this room tonight, you'll never father another child again. Now get the fuck out of my bedroom."
APOV
Christian is acting like such a child. Gah! He infuriates me sometimes. How dare he tell Elliot he sucks alcohol off of my breasts. Where's his control gone?
I calm my breathing as best I can while walking down the stairs. I can hear Francis chatting away to someone in the kitchen. Walking in to the kitchen I see Jose sitting at the breakfast bar, he's rigid in his seat and mumbling, the polar opposite of Francis who is waving his hands all over the show and talking animatedly.
"Jose. Hi". I greet him.
He gets up and walks over then pulls me in for a hug. Oh god, please don't let Christian walk in. Please, please, please.
Releasing me - thank god - he asks me how I am.
"I'm doing great Jose. How about yourself?"
"Not too bad all things considered." He shrugs. He's looking me up and down. Fuck, did I spill something on my top? I peek down to scan my top quickly. Nope. Weird.
"Jose." Christian mumbles from behind me. I turn to see him and Elliot walking in.
"Christian." Jose mutters. Play nice boys.
"Something smells great." Elliot beams. "Do you cook for your wife at home?" He asks Francis.
"Oh, I'm not married." Francis replies.
"Francis." Christian interrupts abruptly. "Christian Grey, pleasure to meet you." He grins politely, a little too politely for him.
"Francis Hartley, and like wise." They shake hands.
"I apologise for not being able to make the interview this afternoon but if your able, I'd like to get to know you over dinner. Please stay and join us won't you."
"I'd like that. Thank you." Francis nods in agreement.
"Excellent." Christian looks to Elliot grinning smugly. "Please feel free to use the home phone if you need to inform your 'family'."
"Thank you Mr Grey, but I'm a big boy. I left home a long time ago." Francis jokes. Christian frowns.
"Okay, well we will leave you to it for a little while. Jose did you bring the papers?"
"Yeah, right here." He holds up a folder."
"Ana, Elliot, why don't you two go shower and get out of your running gear while Jose and I go over a few things. How far away is dinner Francis?"
"About 30 minutes."
"Perfect. We'll eat outside I think, it's a lovely night."
We all head off in separate directions. That went better than I expected. Christian is being friendly to Francis. I'm so pleased he snapped out of the funk from upstairs. I really like Francis and I was so proud of Christian for sucking it up and inviting him for dinner. I could have jumped him on the spot when I heard him tell Francis he wanted to get to know him. I skip up the stairs to our bedroom and rummage through my new lingerie from New York. I think my husband deserves a treat tonight.
We are all sitting at the outside dining table enjoying the delicious chicken and apricot casserole that Francis prepared.
"This is good. Really good." Christian is bobbing his head in appreciation.
"Well I sure hope if you have a significant other at home they won't be too disappointed that you will have to share your cooking expertise with these guys." Elliot smirks. "If you get the job." He adds. Christian squints his eyes at Elliot. Subtlety, but I notice.
"Oh, no worries there, I'm single." Francis replies looking slightly embarrassed.
Christian hides his grin by shovelling more food in his mouth. Something's off here.
"So Francis. My wife tells me you are fantastic with the children. Do you have any of your own?" WHAT? I never said anything of the sort to Christian.
"No, but I come from a large family and grew up surrounded by children. All my siblings are sisters. All of them are baby factories. Seriously I have 6 nephews and 3,nieces plus 2 more baking, due in a few months. Playing uncle definitely helps."
"Do you want children?" Christian asks. "When you find someone 'special' to settle down with of course."
"It's not something I have thought about too much. I'm still young. But I guess maybe in the distant future it might be something I'd like."
"That's the one Francis. There's an abundance of fine young females ...or males for those who are so inclined...um ...here in Seattle. Play while you can..."
"That's enough." I slam my fork down. I see what's going on here. "Stop interrogating the poor man. I'm sorry Francis."
"It's fine." He shrugs his eyes full of amusement. I think he's cottoned on to what's happening here also.
I wink exaggeratedly at Francis. Wonder how much money they've put on this? Everyone who knows those two knows there is ALWAYS money involved.
"So ... Francis. I'm thinking of getting Elliot VIP tickets for his birthday. I'm having trouble deciding which show to send him to though. What do you think 'Show girls' or 'Magic Mike'?"
"Magic Mike. Without a doubt." He whistles and fans his face playfully. "That Channing Tatum. Phooooar." He hoots.
"Oh my god yes he is...Don't need to tell me twice." I fan my face giggling.
Francis starts laughing. I turn to Christian and Elliot with a face splitting grin. "Hand it over boys." I rub my fingers together.
Show me the money! Christian who's shaking his head digs into his pant pocket and pulls out a wad of hundred dollar bills. Elliot follows suite looking none too happy. I hand the money over to Francis.
"Book us in. You and I... we are going to Magic Mike courtesy of the Grey brothers." I giggle. "I apologise Francis. They can be very immature sometimes, just ignore them."
"Unbelievable." I mouth at Christian, shaking my head disappointment. They both get the message and apologise.
We finish dinner and are lounging outside having a few drinks and a lot of laughs. I'm cuddled up on Christians lap. Elliot and his new best friend Francis are sitting next to us having a competition throwing peanuts in the air and trying to catch them in their mouths. I think Elliot's found a fellow goof-ball soul mate. I'm not sure how Christian will feel about Francis being so ... 'comfortable' around us. Jose has been pretty quiet all evening especially since coming out of Christians office. I can tell he is getting on Christians nerves. They haven't said anything about Jose's financials, but I wouldn't expect them to in front of company.
"I had better hit the road." Jose stands from his seat frowning at the screen of his phone.
"Okay, I'll see you out." I offer.
"Thank you for dinner." He nods at The men.
"Thank you Jose. I will be in touch." Christian mutters. At least they are being civil I guess.
I get up and follow Jose through the house. I can smell Sawyers usual cologne not far behind me.
I try to talk to Jose about how he really is without Christians intimidation but he pretty much brushes me off, eager to leave.
"Are you okay Jose? You look a bit panicked."
"Fine look I have to go." Then he leaves. No goodbye or nothing. What the fuck!
CPOV
See ya fucker. Feel free to let the door hit your ass on the way out. Ana gets up and I quickly text Sawyer to follow closely.
Something stood out in Jose's paperwork. Does he think I'm a dumb fucker? That boy is going to have someone following him 24/7.
"Excuse me for speaking out of place Sir, but there is something off about your friend." Francis interrupts my thoughts. "I'd be watching him... closely." He adds.
"He is not my fucking friend...And what makes you say that Mr Hartley? It's a rather bold thing to say considering you don't know Mr Rodriguez... or Ana and myself for that matter."
"I have 4 sisters Sir. I can smell a bad one from a mile away. The way he follows Mrs Greys every move. Its just... Creepy." He shivers. "It's like he's obsessed, and not in a good way."
"You are very observant Francis and what you just did, speaking out of place concerning one of my guests..." I steeple my hands and rest my chin on the tips. Francis gulps nervously. "...I like that. Your observation regarding that fuckers shameless infatuation with my wife shows a protectiveness towards her. You will soon come to know Francis that Ana and the children are my world and no one FUCKS with MY world. I like you already. Your hired."
"Wow. Thank you Mr Grey."
"Don't mention it. There's still a lot to go over, you'll need to sign an NDA etc, but we can sort that tomorrow. I have one request Mr Hartley. I want that apricot chicken casserole at least once a fortnight. Also...Don't step on Gail's toes, she has been a member of my staff for several years, she is family and she calls the shots. Lastly, don't tell Ana I hired you. I'd like the pleasure of doing that myself."
"Understood."
APOV
Christian and I see Francis out. I really hope he doesn't hold the fact that Francis is a male against him.
"I have to make a few calls baby, I won't be long - then I'm all yours for the rest of night." He kisses me gently. I watch him saunter across the room to his office and shut the door behind him.
I decide to go wait for him in the outdoor hot tub. I change into a lavender bandeau bikini that has a mock twist in the front where the concealed clasp is. Wrapping a towel around myself I head to the tub.
"Everything okay?" I ask Elliot, passing him in the living area." He has his phone clenched in his fist.
"She won't answer the fucking phone." He snaps.
"Kate?"
"Yes. I just want to help my wife. Why won't she let me help her? Why won't she talk to me about this? I'm going to loose her Ana."
"Elliot, she loves you. I know she's had some pretty intense sessions with Dr Flynn over the past few days. She just needs time to sort through her feelings. Give her some time."
"I just want to know she's okay."
"I'm sure she's fine. If it'll make you feel better I'll phone her, she might answer for me."
"Thank you Ana, I'm going to go beat the shit out of the boxing bag. I'll be in the gym if you need me."
He turns and walks towards the gym, his head down in defeat.
Taking my phone off the charger in the kitchen I phone Kate and Elliot's home phone. It rings a few times before clicking to the answer phone.
"You've reached Kate and El, leave a message." Kate chirps through the phone.
"Hey Katie, call me... Please."
I call her cell, it goes straight to answer phone.
"Hey, just checking in. Hope you are okay. Call me. Love you."
She's probably sleeping - taking advantage of having the house to herself for the night. I decide to leave it and try again before bed.
CPOV
"I don't give a flying fucking fuck what you have to do, make it fucking happen and if it doesn't happen tonight consider your ass fired!" I hurl my phone against my office wall before sinking into my chair. God dam useless mother fuckers. Do I have to do everything myself. I take a few moments to calm myself before going in search of my wife.
I find her lying back in the hot tub, her eyes are closed and her lips slightly parted.
"Hey beautiful." I walk around the hot tub positioning myself behind her head. Leaning down I brush my lips against hers. My tongue skimming her soft full bottom lip.
"Mmmm." She moans softly making my cock twitch. Her hands rise and glide over my jaw and come to rest in my hair. Curling her fingers to grasp on she pulls my head closer to hers and deepens the kiss. Her warm velvety tongue sweeps the bottom of my mouth. Kissing her upside down is different, but fuck its good. As she pulls away I softly suck her top lip.
"Hop in." She whispers seductively against my jaw, nipping and licking my stubble. I open my eyes and look down at the water lapping around the curves of her breasts.
"Ughhh," I groan. "Where's Elliot?"
"Taking his Kate issues out on your boxing bag." She slides her hands down her body, arches her back - pushing her stomach out of the water and wiggles her bikini bottoms off. I get a glimpse of her delicious pussy. Fuck me! Droplets of water are dripping down her bare mound, glistening with the soft outdoor lighting. Giggling she throws her
Bikini bottoms at me. I catch them one handed. Now fully aroused I strip down to my boxers and climb in. I sit opposite her and grab a foot. Her gorgeous blue eyes roll back as I firmly rotate my thumbs up the length of her foot. I repeat the action on her other foot eliciting a string of soft moans.
Lowering her foot back into the water I reach over and pull her to me.
She lifts one leg over my thighs and straddles me.
"God I love you." I murmur. My heart aches with absolute love as my eyes scan Ana's flushed face. She is so beautiful.
"Hey." She whispers sounding concerned at the tone of my mood. Her fingers stroke my jaw. "I love you too Christian... Is everything okay? you seem a bit...distant."
"I'm good baby, I'm always good when I've got you in my arms." I wrap my arms around her back and pull her against my chest. I run a hand up and down her back.
"I'm sorry I called you a pig." Her lips move against my chest.
I can't help but chuckle. "Only you would get away with that baby." Wow, did really I just let her get away with that? Fuck, the things my wife does to me. 3 years ago I would have had her bound and gagged to spank the shit out of her.
"Christian."
"Yeah baby." I hum.
"Do we need to visit the playroom?"
"What makes you say that." I shuffle. That certainly got my attention.
"We haven't been there for awhile, and we've had a lot going on lately. I just want to help you, ...relieve some stress."
I cup her face. "I'm fine baby. I don't need that shit anymore. I have everything I need and more sitting right here in my lap. I know I joke about it, and yeah I give you the occasional spanking but I don't need a red room to loose myself in you anymore."
"Christian, you fell asleep at work today, you lost control enough to divulge private information to Elliot about our sex life, you never do that! And Christian...lets face it I called you a pig and you just pretty much shrugged it off. Where's my Dom gone?"
"Are you telling me you think I've turned into a softy?" Fuck she is right.
"No, but i think I'd like to spend the night at Escala. Sir." She scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip, and draws that luscious lip in to her mouth.
"Fuck Ana." I groan, leaning forward and biting it myself. "Say it again."
"Sir."
With my arms still around her I stand up and step carefully out of the hot tub. I lower her to the ground and give her bare ass a short sharp slap. "Put the towel around your waist." I grab a towel and chuck it at her. "Go get dressed we'll leave in 15 minutes."
"Yes Sir." Fuck yes I'm your Sir.
? POV
"It was next Thursday you stupid bitch! And you can't have!"
"Wha...wh...what do you mean? Of course I did " She stutters.
"I mean that it is impossible, literally...What the FUCK have you done?"