A/N: Reviews died down on the last chapter, I hope that's not because y'all hated it! Had quite a bit of new followers though so welcome :) and thank you to all who did review xx

Couldn't resist a bit of drama... Just Couldn't help myself... Hehe... It's just a teeny bit though, and just to calm any nerves no I'm not taking it further.

To the guest who thought my picture of Charlie and Dakota was disturbing...lol crack me up. That was funny... I did change it though because I thought I should keep to what I think Christian looks like in my head when I write about him... Is that better? I will say though I'm all over Charlie now, he's kinda hot! It's Dakota I can't warm to, she's just nothing like the Ana I see when I read...

Anywho, enough rambling .. Ps... One more chapter finishing off the shoot after this then we are back home for some more Teddy antics.

Chapter 43 - Throwing out the trash.

APOV

The refreshment room is comfortable and cosy. There are two large plush sofas pushed together to make an 'L' shape with a glass topped coffee table situated in front of them. The coffee table is covered in all types of snack food. Vegetable sticks with dip, savouries, pastries and sweets that make my mouth water just looking at them.

"What do you want to drink baby?" Christian asks, pulling my attention away from the selection of chocolate truffles.

"Juice if they have it?" He holds up a bottle of apple juice and I nod my approval.

I take a seat on the sofa that's not occupied by the Cross's and pull my phone out of my handbag to check for any messages from Taylor or Gail but there is nothing. The lack of anything makes my mood plummet.

"Ring them." Christian murmurs taking a seat beside me. He places our drinks on the coffee table and pulls me up onto his lap, taking my phone from my hand.

"Excuse us, we are just going to check on with our children." I smile at Eva. Christian dials the home number and holds the phone up between us.

"Good Morning, Grey residence." Francis answers cheerfully.

"Good morning Francis." I chime, his good mood infectious, even through the phone.

"How's things in the big smoke?" He asks.

"Great." Christian answers. "Are the children about?"

"Sure, they are around here somewhere?" I hear the rustle of him moving with the portable phone.

"Ah, here's the main man of the house, I'll put him on... Mommy and Daddy are on the phone Tedster." I hear him say.

"Ooooooo me, me wan tell Mommy." I giggle hearing my little mans voice. He's just to darn cute.

"Hiiiiiii Mommy." He screams down the phone so loud the whole room can hear. I catch Eva watching on with a grin on her face after hearing Teddy screaming through the phone.

"Cute." She mouths, standing to leave the room with Gideon. I hope they aren't leaving on our account. Christian puts the call on speaker so we can both hear clearly.

"Hi Teddy. How's my little man? Are you being a good boy for Gail and Taylor?" I ask.

"Mmm hmmm me be good. Me no wike peas no more." He grunts.

"You don't? Why not champ?" Christian chuckles.

"Me wike choc peas, Tayla not let's me hab choc peas but me wike cake."

"Did you save me some cake Teddy?" I say.

"Nope, me ate all, and me ate Eebees cake toooo." Christian rolls his eyes knowing full well that Phoebe would have never been given cake.

"You ate Phoebes cake?"

"Yip, me did cos she be pullin my hair and me no wike it."

"I'm sure she wasn't doing it on purpose son, she's just curious." Christian tells him. "Was it good cake?"

"It be yummy cake. Anny Me be nawty." Christian looks at me for translation.

"Aunty Mia be naughty." I mouth and giggle.

"What's Aunty Mia been up to son?" Christian asks.

"She be say nawty word. Me told her she no get no wiggles." I lean into Christian chest laughing quietly.

"Good boy, did you put her in the naughty corner?" Christian chuckles.

"No, me foret."

"Next time champ."

"Uh huh, it be funny. Eebee go pee pee on her."

"Ah, is that why Aunty Mia said the naughty word?" I ask

"Mm hmm. Akshly, she not say Fucka, she say shit. But my Daddy say shit be funny but still be nawty." I squint at Christian who looks guilty as hell.

"Daddy is right, we don't say those words do we Teddy?"

"No, me no say them Mommy. Gramma come ear for lunch." He sighs.

"That will be fun. What are you going to have for lunch?"

"Me wan sauce."

"You want sauce? You have to have more than sauce for lunch Teddy."

"But uncle Lelly, he give me sauce for breakfiss. He let me dwink choc sauce."

"Did he now?" Christian frowns.

"Dude, your giving all our secrets away." Elliot laughs behind us startling me, I hadn't even heard him and Kate come in.

"Uncle Lelly." Teddy yells excitedly. "No say no more. Me no tell Daddy we be dwinking choc sauce. Can me tell Daddy we be eating the choc bars?" He asks innocently. Christian glares at Elliot.

"Oh you mean the carrot sticks?" Elliot laughs.

"No choc bars." He says sounding confused.

"No secrets safe with him." Elliot mumbles and plonks himself down on the sofa, pulling Kate down with him.

"Me wan see wiggles on teebee. Byeeeee." He squeals, and drops the phone leaving us on the line.

It doesn't take long for Gail to pick the phone up. "Sorry about that, I was changing Phoebe and didn't get to the phone on time." She says.

"That's fine Gail. How are they?"

"They are great Ana, although I think Taylor's had about as much Wiggles as he can handle." She giggles.

"Oh really. Sometimes I hide the DVDs, 5 mins of trying to find them and he forgets what he was looking for." I suggest.

"Thanks, I think we'll try that."

"Daaadaaa, daada da." Phoebe coos in the background.

"Hey my little Princess, are you being a good little girl for Gail, Daddy misses you so much Baby Girl." Christian is grinning from ear to ear.

"Da, dada."

"That's right Princess. Dada. Daddy will be home tomorrow." Phoebe starts fussing.

"I was just about to give her a snack and put her down for a nap. She's tired, she's been rubbing her eyes." Gail says.

"Are you tired baby? We'll let you go and see to her. Give them both a kiss from us."

"Will do. I will see you both tomorrow."

"Bye Gail, and thank you." Christian hangs up and kisses my forehead.

"Fuck I miss them." He mumbles against my head.

"I miss them too." He inhales deeply, his face now buried in my hair.

"You smell so good." He whispers, lifting his face to meet mine. I lower my lips to his and kiss him gently. His soft, yet firm lips kiss me back.

"Get a room." Elliot hoots, helping himself to the delicious spread on the coffee table.

"Shut up Elliot." I mumble against Christians face as his lips start a trail down my jaw. "Don't think we didn't hear you this morning." I take a dig.

"Hey, we were just trying to drown out the noise coming from your room." He laughs, Kate looks embarrassed, I wiggle my nose letting her know I'm just playing. Christian mouth is still attached to me, nipping and sucking on my neck, not caring we aren't alone.

"Fuck bro, there's a whole table of food here if you're hungry."

"I'm good." He pulls away and turns to acknowledge Kate and Elliot, but not before kissing the tip of my nose.

"You done?" Elliot chuckles.

"Not even close." Christian laughs and turns to me smiling, he frowns when he sees I look a little embarrassed and I can tell he's wondering if its all the little comments Elliot and Kate make that are making me question if we are too physical. He shakes his head at me and leans in closer.

"No." He whispers and kisses me chastely. "That's my answer and I'm sticking to it." He sighs. " he's only taking the piss baby, he doesn't mean anything by it."

"What don't I mean?" Elliot mumbles with a mouthful of truffle.

"Nothing, don't worry about it."

"Come on little lady, what have I done?"

"All your digs are making Ana a little self conscious about being affectionate in public." Christian growls.

"Christian." I mutter embarrassed.

"Eh, Ana, I'm just winding up my little bro, don't listen to me. As long as my bro here isn't whipping out little Grey in front of me it's all good." Elliot shrugs like its nothing.

"Little? Fuck you Elliot." Christian snarls.

"Whatever asshole."

"Fucking muppet."

"Now, now boys." Kate giggles, and wiggles her finger like a preschool teacher stopping a fight in the sandbox.

"So, tell me. Are you getting your gear off here, because if you are. See ya." Elliot shudders.

"Fuck you Elliot. No." Christian grumbles, rubbing my thigh, probably to keep his cool.

"Good, because I enjoyed my breakfast and I want to keep it down."

All of us look up as Gideon and Eva enter the room. Gideon immediately pulls Eva closer upon noticing Elliot. God, is that a universal billionaire thing?

"Cross, my brother Elliot and his WIFE Kate." Christian introduces them, emphasising the fact that Elliot is a married man. Realising I'm still sitting on Christian lap I get up to grab my drink and talk to Eva.

Walking up beside her I lean into her ear. "The zip at the side of your skirt is down." I whisper giggling internally at her now less than perfect hair. Two guessed as to what they've been up to.

"Oh shit." She turns, shielding herself behind me and fixes up her skirt quickly. "Thank you for letting me know." She straightens up, her sun kissed cheeks barely covering the rosy blush that has crept up. "So embarrassing." She mumbles.

"Don't even worry about." I reply, still whispering. I see Christian watching me intently, oblivious to the conversation taking place between an animated Elliot and a rigid Gideon. He has desire burning in his eyes, the smokey haze piercing me to the core making me throb with desire. He wants me, and that makes me want him. This is going to be a long photo shoot.

"We are ready for you." Jennifer floats into the room and holds the door open for us.

"Are you coming with me Kate?" I plead with my eyes for her to say yes, I could do with a familiar face with me to put me at ease.

"Sure," she stands from the sofa, taking a pretzel as she does.

"See you in the studio." I Smile at Christian who winks back.

"Just in here ladies." Jennifer ushers us into the room next to the interview room we were in previously.

Kate's eyes light up like Christmas as we take in the racks of clothing. I'm not at all surprised that ninety percent of the clothes - if you can call them that, more like scraps - are either black or gray with a few scattered items of hot pink, white and deep burgundy.

"If you could just take a seat over there, the crew will get started on your hair and make up while we continue the interview."

"Ah, I thought our part of the interview was complete?" I ask confused.

"Joint interview yes, we just have a few more questions to ask away from your spouses."

"Oooookay." I slur, not entirely happy about it. I take a seat in front of the make-up station, immediately I have 2 ladies behind me talking about make-up options between themselves. By the sound of it they are going for smokey eyes and nude lips. One of them leaves to talk to the lady standing behind Eva while the other stays and pulls my hair back tightly out of the way and begins the primping.

"I'm Beth, I'll be doing the rest of your interview." A young, very leggy strawberry blonde struts up between Eva and I. There's no doubt she's dressed in the hopes of grabbing someone's attention - that of a billionaire perhaps?

"Hello." Eva eyes her suspiciously, it's clear she is thinking the same as me. How disappointed must Beth be that she got stuck interviewing the wives.

"Hi." I smile, playing it nice.

"I have a few questions." She purrs.

"Thought you might." I mutter sarcastically, her judgmental look not going unnoticed by me.

"Tell me," she crosses her unbelievably long legs, hitching her skirt up to show the top of her thigh highs, "I'm interested to know Mrs Grey, what is it about YOU that you think Christian is attracted to?"

The fact that she referred to Me as Mrs Grey and used Christians first name as though she's a close friend hits a wrong nerve and I switch into possessive wife mode.

"Other than the fact that he's not into blondes and can't stand shameless females who think wearing dresses that barely cover their ass with lipstick that makes them look like Ronald McDonald because they think it makes them look classy..." I shrug for theatrics, "you'll have to ask him that question." Eva audibly snickers beside me.

Beth coughs and wiggles uncomfortably pulling her dress down. "Mrs Cross, Gideon was previously engaged. How does that sit with you? Knowing you weren't his first love?"

"He never married her, can't have loved her that much." Eva hisses, the question has obviously hit a raw nerve. I'm disliking this Beth more and more every time she opens her mouth. What's she trying to prove here?

Kate strolls over from talking with the stylist and pulls up a seat beside me. Beth eyes her up but doesn't acknowledge her. Rude bitch.

"Mrs Grey, you married very quickly, the general public thought ...think that your marriage wont last. what do you say to that?"

"I'd tell them not to put money on it." She arches an eyebrow at me and purses her lips.

"Yes, money. You married into it. How has that changed you?"

"As a person? I guess I've become less trusting in a way. Before I married Christian there was no need for me to questions people's motives or hidden agendas."

"And now you do?" She asks.

Looking her right in the eye I reply, "I've become a pretty good judge of character."

The make up artist asks me to close my eyes and she starts sweeping a soft brush against my lids.

"Mrs Cross. Gideon has made it clear in previous interviews he'd like nothing more than for you to leave your current place of employment and work for CrossFire industries. Most women would jump through hoops for a man like Gideon. Why are you refusing him?"

"I'm not most women." She snaps, visibly annoyed.

"Do you not want to please him?" Beth smirks.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Fun? Most women would tell you they'd chop of their left hand to please a man like Gideon Cross."

"Then why don't you chop your hand off and see how far it gets you." Eva hisses. My eyes are still closed but I can just imagine the look on Beth's face and can't help but laugh.

"You can open your eyes now Mrs Grey." The makeup artist whispers softly in my ear.

"Mrs Grey, if you had to sum up Christians bedroom style in one word what would it be?"

"Excuse me?" I choke, taken back by the question.

"You don't have to answer that Ana." Eva looks appalled and Kate is giving Beth the death glare.

"Oh come on, humour me." Beth grins.

"I believe I answered that question in Rians interview. Why don't you swap notes." Jesus is this an interview or an interrogation.

"I'll do that." She smirks, knowing she's wound me up.

"Mrs Cross?"

"Don't even bother. I'm not answering that." Eva states bluntly.

The make up artist finishes up my makeup and the hair stylist takes her place. She lets my hair down and runs her fingers through the length of my locks. Looking in the mirror I have to admit I look great. The smokey look brings out the blue in my eyes.

"To be honest Mrs Grey, I think your hair is perfect the way it is. I think we'll just add some gloss serum and leave it down. What do you think?" The hair stylist asks.

"If that's what you are looking for?" I shrug, not exactly fussed about my hair. I'm more worried about what I'm wearing, especially with Miss Beth here in the room.

"It's perfect, layered and sexy like you've been messing around but still looks classy. You have a great hairdresser!" She beams.

"Thank you." I smile back. She squirts some serum into her palms and rubs them together then glides her hands through my hair.

"Perfect, you look amazing." The stylist says. Beth snorts in the background. I didn't hear what Beth had just asked Eva, but Eva does not look happy.

"She's such a bitch." the hair stylist leans down and whispers in my ear. " keep a close eye on your men, no ones off limits to that one."

"I can tell. Thank you...?"

"Carmen."

"Thank you Carmen."

"No problem. The wardrobe stylist is waiting for you's over there." She points to the clothing racks where a fashionably dressed man is sorting through the clothes. Oh, that's not going to go down well with fifty.

CPOV

I fucking hate this shit, same old boring questions. Can nobody come up with original questions? Pisses me right off.

I am relieved when the questions stop and I am free to find Ana. I sweep past the Rian fucker - who has done nothing but eye fuck Ana since the minute he seen her - without saying a word and make a statement of frustration by shutting the door forcefully.

"Mr Grey." Jennifer bats her eyelashes in the corridor.

"Where is my wife?"

"Right through here, follow me." She leads me into the room next to the once I just left and opens the door for me.

Ana is standing at the rear of the room in front of rows of clothing wearing a robe. She hasn't noticed me so I walk up quietly behind her. There's a blonde women sitting in a chair asking her questions who looks like nothing more than a common tramp in a tiny dress and ridiculously red lipstick. Ugh, yuck.

"So Mrs Grey." The blonde begins, "how does someone like YOU keep a man like Christian satisfied in the bedroom?" What the fuck?

"What do you mean someone like me?" Ana snaps, clearly upset. No one upsets my girl.

"You know, someone...ordinary."

Oh no she fucking didn't. Ana ignores her, clamping down on her luscious lip.

I need to step in here.

"Damn baby, you look smoking." I make my presence known. The tramp whips her head up and licks her lips. She stands and steps towards me, her hand out stretched to touch my arm.

"Don't touch me." I snarl and look at her in disgust.

"Christian." Ana looks relieved to see me and hurries into my arms. She drapes her arms around my neck and kisses me passionately. Not her usual quick kisses she reserves for public affection, she's really kissing me and I know she's staking her claim on me. Knowing the blonde tramp is still behind us I snake my hands down Ana's back and down to her ass giving it a gentle squeeze, pulling her into me.

"How did your interview go." She asks, backing away to look up to my face. Her eyes are a smokey gray and it looks sexy as hell.

"Boring as fuck. Nothing will ever beat the interview you did." I smirk. "Who's the man eater?" I nibble around her ear and suck on her earlobe."

"Another interviewer who has been grilling us relentlessly. Honestly Christian, she's getting on my last nerve." She sighs and leans into my face.

"Mrs Grey, we need you to come and get dressed now." A short, spikey, dark haired man bellows at her. Is he planning on dressing her? I don't fucking think so buddy!

"That's my cue." Ana strokes my cheek then forces her tongue down my throat. My baby is definitely letting tramp over there know who belongs to who. She pulls away and gives blondie the death glare before strutting her fantastic ass over to the man who called her over.

I'm torn between following Ana to make sure that fucker doesn't put his hands on her or having words with blondie for upsetting Ana enough for her to think she needs to let her know who I belong too. I don't need to make a choice because the tramp makes it for me by power walking over as soon as Ana's back is turned.

"Christian." She purrs, and I shudder because she sounds so much like Elena. A chill runs through my body. "I'm glad I have you alone."

"And why is that?"

"Bethany, but you can call me Beth. I have some intimate questions I'd like to ask you, perhaps we could meet after the shoot and discuss them over a drink?" I don't turn to look at her, my eyes remain focused on Ana.

"Bethany, anything you need to ask me that hasn't already been asked can be asked right here." I growl, still not giving her the satisfaction of turning to her. Ana glances over and looks like she wants to rip Bethany's eyes out.

"Are you sure you feel comfortable talking to me about personal, intimate matters here? Surely you'd be more comfortable somewhere private?"

"And what exactly is it about my 'private' life you hope to find out?" Ana is still looking over whenever she gets a chance. Eva and Kate stroll up to Ana and both look over here. What the fuck has this lady been saying to them. There are 6 eyes on us, all of which look menacing and scream cat fights and murder.

"Are you satisfied Mr Grey? You come across as a very demanding, dominant man, surely your needs are over and above that of which an average person can offer."

For fucks sake, is this bitch for real? "What are you implying?"

"I'm just making an observation." I finally turn and look at the desperate tart. God, she's worse than I originally thought. I want to throw my breakfast up. Her make-up is so thick I'm surprised its not melting down her neck in the heat of this room. She has blue contacts in, and fire engine red lipstick that's so hideous I want to laugh. She must mistake my scrutiny of her face as delusional desire because she runs her tongue along her upper lip and her breathing becomes heavy.

"Are you above average?" I cringe internally, stepping a little closer.

"I'm anything you need me to be Christian." She pants.

"And what is it you think I want you to be?" I hiss.

"Oh I think you know Mr Grey. I could be quite beneficial to you. Off the record of course. No one has to know." She steps forward and goes to place her hand on my chest. I grab her wrist before she has a chance.

"Keep. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Of. Me." I snarl, and place my mouth by her ear while looking at Ana. Ana's eyes widen and she looks about ready to storm over.

"If you value your job Bethany, you will stay the fuck away from me and my wife for the duration of this interview. If you so much as look at my wife, I will not hesitate in squashing you like the annoying little flea that you are. Have you no dignity? You disgust me. Here's a little something... off the record... My wife over there, the lady you had the nerve to imply was average..she is anything but..she's a fucking little sex kitten, and when I'm lying back tonight and letting her ride my cock for hours until she's satisfied, I'll be thanking the good lord that I'm enough to satisfy her and that I'm the lucky bastard that gets to look at her fall apart because she chose me and I'm not stuck with some slapped up man eater who wears enough makeup to paint my house with. Got it."

"Sawyer." I yell. Sawyer who has been keeping a close eye to the side charges over. "Has this 'thing' signed an NDA?"

"Bethany McEwan. Yes she has Sir."

"You, over here now." I wave Jennifer over who is now watching nervously.

"Mr Grey,..."

"Get this woman out of my sight. If I see her again while I am here I will not hesitate in walking out of here. If any of her material is used in the finished interview I will not sign anything off, which means you will not have an interview to publish. Understand?"

"Loud and clear Mr Grey." Jennifer stares down Bethany who visibly cowers. "I apologise, Miss McEwan is new here."

"I don't give fuck if she's your most valuable staff member or a temp. Get her out of here."

"Yes, certainly." She damn near drags Bethany out of the room while Bethany rambles on about it being a misunderstanding.

"I'm impressed." Gideon stands where Bethany was a second ago. His arms are crossed over his chest and he's grinning. "You handled that well. I had that sorry excuse for a female interview me a few years ago when she worked for GQ. I never told Eva... but she damn near offered to blow me off in the restroom. If Eva had known I can guarantee she would have been leaving here in an ambulance as soon as she laid eyes on her today."

"Whatever she said to them, she's not made any friends. She wouldn't have stood a chance the way they were looking at her." I look at the ladies and see Ana's robe is off and she is standing there wearing a nude coloured bra and panties, her arms are raised in the air and the guy is about to wrap some black fabric sash looking thing around her body.

"Oh fuck no." I snarl. Gideon laughs at my reaction but soon stops when he sees Eva's robe drop and another older man with a pincushion clamped in his teeth about to do the same.

"Like fuck..." He growls and charges over as fast as I do.

"Back off." I tell the little man. Yeah he looks gay but that's not going to change how this pans out.

"Excuse me?" His hand flys to his chest, his voice high pitched and nasally. Definitely gay.

"Christian..." Ana rolls her eyes.

"I said back off. No one here is touching Ana's... Assets,...but me. Now tell me how you want this done or find something else for her to wear that she can put on herself."

"Christian, is this really necessary? he's been a complete gentleman, he's only doing his job." She whines.

"Don't." I growl. "Now hand me that pin cushion and tell me how you want this done." I stare down the fucker, daring him to challenge me. He hands me his pincushion with a huff, mumbling something under his breath then tells me he wants it wrapped around her body like a bandage.

"Mr Cross, I can assure you I do this nearly everyday... I'm more than capable of being professional about this." The other man grunts, handing over the black silk sash that's to be wrapped around Eva.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll issue instructions and only instructions." Gideon growls.

Kate is rolling her eyes and Elliot is laughing with a beer in his hand.

"Owwwww...Jesus Christian..." Ana screeches. Fuck I pricked her left breast with a pin.

"Sorry baby, keep still." I kiss the pin prick better.

"Good lord I need a drink." Jennifer's voice groans behind me. Yea, we're demanding, possessive, controlling bastards, thats why we are billionaires. You wanted the story - deal with it!