Wounds to Bind Chapter 46 – "The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes." –Thomas Hardy
February 24 – 3PPOV
********Seattle Nooz********
Who is the brunette seen with Kate Kavanagh and Mia Grey lately? Friends of Miss Grey confirm it is Anastasia Steele, Copy Editor, Grey Publishing. She is the brunette from the picture with Christian Grey from WSUV's graduation last May. "They played it really cool the night of Flashback Friday where he sang at the Emerald Club," revealed an inside source. "She was dressed for partying with Mia and Kate. Is she Kate Middleton to Seattle's Prince Charming? Is he keeping her under wraps? Maybe Elliot's engagement encouraged Christian to play the field."
Tipsters told us Grey spent the weekend in Aspen with family while a shabbily clad Steele had her taxes done. What DOES he see in her?
Our tipster also informed us Miss Steele's position was once occupied by her boss, Jack Hyde, who was fired by Grey House for insider trading. Miss Steele has no experience as a Copy Editor, versus Hyde who has been in the business for a decade. Previous SIP/GP employees claim Grey is sleeping with the help.
Photo captions:
Anastasia Steele, getting her taxes done. Christian Grey deserves someone who looks like a model, not a bag lady.
Christian Grey, singing at Flashback Friday.
Girls Day out: Mia Grey, Katherine Kavanagh, Anastasia Steele
********Seattle Nooz********
Elena stretched lazily and smiled. Seattle Nooz made it easy for her to fuck with Christian. She signed up for every possible media alert for Christian Grey. Following Leila's schedule for Christian, she could send paparazzi to Escala at six to follow Christian while he ran. But, taking a page from Leila's notebook, she constantly feed informational tidbits of Grey sightings to Seattle Nooz and Twitter. Leila was in the wind, Elena couldn't find her anywhere. At Christmas the motel manager said Leila hadn't been around in a month. He thought Leila had gone to Portland to spend the holidays with family and would be back after Christmas. Then Elena was arrested by the SEC and the SPD…and when she went back to the motel, Leila was checked out by a 'husband' and was unavailable.
Ariana and Susanna told her Anastasia Steele had her taxes done at the mall and not at Falcon Financials. The Seattle Times newspaper ad for Falcon Financials aggravated her…until she realized Sabine paid almost $10K for a full-page color ad. Still, she missed an opportunity to rub Sabine in Anastasia's face.
Susanna didn't spot any bodyguards, but she took pictures of Anastasia before Anastasia realized she was being observed and took pictures of them. Taylor reiterated their nondisclosure agreement was still in effect and warned them to stay away from Ana Steele. Obviously Christian was an idiot and showed Anastasia pictures of his previous subs. She wondered how he explained Ariana Wellman's presence.
Thanks to the six-month calendar Olivia provided her in December, she knew which charity events Christian might attend. She kept watch in the papers for news of Mia and Elliot's companies. It was national news when the Kavanagh-Grey engagement was announced. Too bad she didn't know the details. She tried to recruit Liv and Lauren to work for her but they were under orders from Senator Blandino to stay away from anyone connected to Christian Grey. She wanted to use them to get information about the salons, but she didn't have any way to force them to help her.
Elena needed companionship…but all the private clubs, except Locke and Keyes, were out of her radius. She trolled online BDSM sites for a male submissive. She had yet to find a promising prospect …meaning one who had a dungeon in his home. She needed to beat and fuck someone into submission…and soon. However, it was difficult to track her online ad responses since she had to go off Linc's property to get WIFI. A lot of free WIFI places had blocks on what could and couldn't be accessed. So far, unblocked WIFI was limited to a bar and a laundromat. She didn't dare go to them very often because she was obviously overdressed, overpaid, over-everything for those establishments.
XXX – APOV
We couldn't get dinner because of the paparazzi. Christian called and warned me off. Prescott and I stopped for fast food before she took me to class. Christian did the same. He asked if we could meet for breakfast, but I told him I had class, followed by lunch with the girls and wedding stuff. I told him I needed Saturday night to collapse in a hot bubble bath.
Cassie says we're all doing well in classes. Social Spotlight class begins this weekend. Cassie's lesson tonight will focus on how to be a gracious guest in casual, business and social situations. I wonder if being a gracious guest includes falling asleep in your host's arms…but I don't dare ask that question. Copies of Seattle Nooz and social pages from Seattle Times, New York Times, and LA Times have been appearing in the classroom. I hope Cassie isn't trying to out me, but I know I won't be hidden from the world as long as I would like to be.
At the end of class, Cassie hands me a folder. "Another assignment," she comments. Inside is a picture of me on tax day. It's rated F. Cassie's demands twelve selfies of me in casual clothes where I follow the guidelines from her classes. Shit. If I had known I'd be assigned more work, I would have staying in my class clothes while running tasks. At home, I assemble twelve casual outfits from the list in my binder. I'm deliberately putting on one outfit with my earmuffs and my gun. Maybe the sight of my Glock will temper her comments.
February 25 – APOV
Today's class concentrated on appropriate manners for social settings. We discussed weddings, charity events and how to deal with the art of small talk. An introduction exercise had us introduce ourselves and list three things we like and something we dislike. We were critiqued by Cassie, and took notes on not revealing too much about ourselves in a casual setting.
The next exercise is introducing ourselves and naming our favorite genre of literature, movies and music, following with naming some cultural event we dislike. This kind of introduction is supposed to be helpful if we go to theatre or museum events. After fifteen minutes of questions from Cassie and answers, we move on to the next exercise.
This exercise is introducing ourselves, using our job title and listing three things we do for our job. I know more about the law, financial planning, day trading, retail associates, and data management than I want to know. My colleagues probably know more about publishing than they want to know. We practice strong, firm handshakes. We learn tips about making good first impressions. We learn the importance of eye contact. She explains the way to avoid clammy hands during handshakes is to keep our hand wrapped around a cold bottle of water prior to the introduction.
Cassie announces we have done well, hands us an assignment sheet and sends us on our way. I race home, strip off my business attire and put on casual clothes. I throw my discards on the floor of the closet, switch handbags and race to Bravern Center. Prescott is a good egg. She takes a picture of me in my casual clothes to turn in to class.
I'm mentally exhausted and lost my temper at lunch with Kate and Mia. "Can we decide something?" I snapped. "I'm tired of things getting narrowed to six choices and then postponing making 'final' decisions until the universe votes on the six choices. Isn't there anything we can decide today? Other than what to order off the Mariposa menu?"
"You need to eat," Mia commented. "You get bitchy when you are hungry." She's absentmindedly flipping through her wedding planning binder, showing things to Kate.
"I'm PMSing and yes…I get bitchy when I'm hungry and tired from stretching and yoga positions." Okay…I know I'm lying and it means I must balance my Karma. Why can't I tell them I'm taking self-improvement classes? "Can't we decide anything? Flowers? Candle height? Wines? Dinner menu? Dates for bridal showers? Dates for the bachelor and bachelorette parties? Strippers…no, don't tell me…you have the information for six different agencies and can't decide whether you want the hot firemen, hot policemen or hot construction workers?" I spot someone…and stopped my rant.
"Yikes," Kate yelped. "You are not a happy camper are you?"
"And suddenly…I'm the least happy camper in the world." I sighed and pointed over Kate's shoulder.
Kate and Mia turned around to see Elena Lincoln staring at us.
"Oh fuck this!" Mia threw her napkin on the table, stowed her binder and threw money on the table. Kate and I understood we weren't waiting for lunch to be served. "I thought that bitch wasn't supposed to be within 1000 feet of us." Mia guides us to the closest exit.
Kate texts Anders and I text Prescott that we are leaving.
"I'll order pizza to be delivered to my condo," I told Kate and Mia. "We won't be bothered there."
"I'm stopping to get wine," Kate announced.
"No need, I have wine. Good wine. Let's adjourn to the condo. I don't want that bitch getting any ideas and following us." I'm sure Seattle Nooz will be interested in our hasty departure.
XXX – CPOV
"Come on guys, let's get moving," the dance instructor nags at us. "We want to get through the steps at least twice today. Have any of you been practicing?"
We all hung our heads. "Line up. Let's get started." She turned on the music and coached us through the routine. We're all in our places…Elliot, me, Ethan, Dad, Grampa Theo and Eamon. Taylor and Sawyer make up the last of the wingmen. I think I'll be really tired of ZZ Top before this damn wedding is over. I'd better start saving my money…I'll probably need to bribe Mia with $10 million to elope. Fuck…can I bribe Ana with $10 million to elope tomorrow? I sigh…sadly, no, if she's not ready to have sex with me, she's not ready to marry me.
XXX
"Who wants lunch?" Dad's stomach rumbled. "I'm so hungry I could eat a mountain of steaks…"
"Chicken wings," Ethan groaned. "I could eat my weight in chicken wings."
"Jumbo butterflied shrimp," Sawyer added. "I could eat an island of butterflied shrimp."
"Ethan and I can't eat any of that in front of Kate or Celeste," Eamon argued. "They're already nagging about making sure our tuxes fit."
"Lots of salad, lots of protein, lots of water," Elliot recommended. "I don't like rabbit food any more than the rest of you. I can't bear to eat a garden salad with my pizza. However, lean meat and lots of water balance the garden of rabbit food Kate and Mom insist I eat."
Everyone groaned and tried not to salivate.
"There's a barbeque place near my condo," I offer. "We can order in advance, and have Taylor or Sawyer pick it up for us. They don't have shrimp, Sawyer."
"It's all right, I know a shrimp place on the way," Sawyer's smile was smug. "I'll order and pick up."
"What is our cover?" Taylor questioned.
"Golf lessons at an indoor driving range," Elliot offered. "Bastille agreed to cover for us. I'll email him the times."
"I need a damned massage," Grandpa Theo groused.
"That's not on the take-out menu," Dad announced. "Taylor – Sawyer – get healthy sides – no potato or pasta salad – no sugary baked beans – no corn on the cob. Buy enough to feed a dozen of us."
XXX – APOV
We're laughing, examining every detail. We've eaten the pizza and we've drained two bottles of wine. Kate must have realized I was as serious as the future sermons of Edward Ferrars, because we make a lot of decisions and schedule a lot of things.
We settle on flowers. The size, shape and colors of the bouquets, boutonnieres, corsages for mothers, grandmothers and aunts, plus wrist corsages for the gift girls were determined. Candelabra and floral decorations for the altar and reserved seats at church were chosen. The reception centerpieces of blue and purple orchids with white roses and 12-inch white tapers were chosen. Mia trashes pages of suggestions and prints pictures of the chosen flowers. She will work with the florist Celeste selects.
We create a serious timeline. Kate's first wedding dress appointment is March 17 at a bridal salon. Mia will coordinate a lunch before the appointment. Select our bridesmaid dresses by April first. The color of the dresses for the gift girls is chosen. Mia will make an appointment at David's Bridal for the gift girls to choose a dress in their size and style, but they will all have the same color dress and shoes. Kate will provide them with matching jewelry so everyone looks coordinated in the picture. Additionally, they will all have aestheticians the day of the wedding to ensure they have French manicures, sedate makeup and appropriate hairstyles. She doesn't want someone to have black fingernails or pink hair. I think it is micromanagement, but I keep my mouth shut. I swear, hand to the heavens, I'm eloping.
Mail invitations by May first to provide return time for R.S.V.P. cards. Monitor R.S.V.P. cards carefully to let the caterers know how many to serve. We digress into a discussion of food. Kate says Elliot liked the serving stations at the Christmas Gala. He wants a three-meat carving station, three-selection seafood station and three-choices pasta station along with a buffet line with three different salads and three different vegetable offerings. Servers will keep water and coffee carafes filled at the tables and keep bread baskets full. Mia opines it's quite easy to do. She will meet with the caterer and get the contract started.
We sketch out possible offerings for each station. It seems to be the way to go, feeding everyone efficiently and not dealing with menu insert cards and reply envelopes in the invitations. Once Elliot picks the wines, Mia will order them.
Kate explains they don't require a cake tasting appointment. She and Elliot don't want a multi-tier cake; they want a cheesecake tier. She shows Mia a Pinterest picture. The bottom tier will be a plain, New York style cheesecake. The other six tiers will be strawberry glazed, triple chocolate, lemon cheesecake with blueberry glaze, white chocolate with raspberry glaze, caramel pecan turtle, and cappuccino with dark chocolate drizzles. The cake cutting will occur with the bottom tier of plain cheesecake. Kate laughs and tells Mia to find the best cheesecake baker in Seattle …because despite Zumba classes…she wants a piece of white chocolate cheesecake and a piece of cappuccino cheesecake at the wedding. Mia asks about a cake topper. Kate suggests creating a tablescape with candles, flowers and a topper created from their initials, along with a copy of their engagement picture. She shows Mia a Pinterest picture of the cake topper and the tablescape idea.
Wedding favors are decided next. Elliot wants tall, cylindrical shot glasses for the men which have sapphire or amethyst rims. Kate wants cylindrical bud vases for the women which match the shot glasses. The wedding favors will be assembled in amethyst bags for the ladies, and sapphire bags for the men with white tissue paper for both. Mia will order everything. Once all the RSVPs are returned, Mia will order any extra items as needed. Mia's crew will assemble and store the favors until the big day. The gift girls can hand out the favors to guests as they enter and are seated.
The first Saturday in June is the shower hosted by Elliot's Aunt Rachel. It is for family members and the wedding party. The second Saturday in June is the second shower, hosted by Kate's girl cousins. However, there seems to be an ever growing list of possible invitees. Kate doesn't want to discuss shower themes. She wants to be surprised. I email my suggestions for shower themes to Mia. She loves them and will talk to Aunt Rachel and the cousins. Mia has to research the venue, menu, drinks, etc. and coordinate with the cousins. She will coordinate the decorations, food, libations and invitations.
The last fitting for attendant dresses is either the third Saturday in June, or the third Sunday in June in case someone else wants to throw Kate another shower. The fourth weekend in June is the bachelor and bachelorette party. The rehearsal dinner is June twenty-eighth. Spa day for the ladies and golf day for the men is June twenty-ninth. The wedding is on the thirtieth. Women will stay overnight at the Kavanagh home on the twenty-ninth and dress there on the thirtieth. The men will stay overnight at Grey Manor and dress there for the wedding. Mia will work with her parents on the venue for the rehearsal dinner.
Mia gives Kate the contact information for two possible string quartets and four possible DJs. Again…they have options and need to make decisions. Celeste wants the string quartet for the church music. Kate and Elliot want a DJ for the reception.
Elliot's call causes a spate of Kate giggles as she talks to him. "Mia and I need a safe ride. I'm pouring the remainder of our third bottle of wine." Anders is off because Prescott is outside my condo door. Sawyer will pick up Mia and Kate, dropping Kate off before he takes Mia home to Bellevue. Then sometime tomorrow, Kate will retrieve her car from my garage. "Tell Christian to cool his jets, we had pizza and salad. Besides, Ana's only had…"
I held up two fingers.
"…two glasses of wine, and she's here for the night and not driving. She's not drunk," Kate listened. "We don't have dinner plans tomorrow. Mia, Ana and I got a lot of decisions made today." She listened again. "Tell Sawyer to come up when he gets here. Yes, I'm ready for an early evening. It was a busy day. I agree…we shut off phones and shut out the world tomorrow."
"Are you ever talking to Christian?" Mia tunes out Kate and Elliot. "You guys haven't had a real date since the beer incident. Since we're not having dinner tomorrow, you guys could go on a date."
"We're both private people, Mia. I don't want to discuss this or our issues with you." I want to be kind, but I won't endure intrusive questions.
"Take a step away from your emotions," Kate advised, having hung up from flirting with Elliot.
"Where did you hear that, Miss 'I wear neon pink demented killer bunny flannel pajamas after a breakup'?" I demanded.
"Ethan," Kate admitted. "Ana, you're drowning in an ocean of emotions. You're doing a damned good job of staying busy so you don't think about him, or the situation. However, someday you'll be overwhelmed by busy. You will crash and burn…like one of those little wind-up cars that go and go and crash into the wall… falling into pieces."
"Gee, thanks, Kate. I love knowing I'm plastic and fall apart easily." Sarcasm is a second language for me.
"That's not what I meant…and be nice or I'll tell Christian you had…" she eyes my wine glass.
I take a gulp of wine and hold up four fingers. "Four half glasses…which is technically two glasses."
"Really," she stared at her glass. Kate tries to calculate how many calories of pizza and wine she consumed…and mentally calculates the best and most fun ways to burn it off.
"Two hours of Zumba today and two hours of Zumba tomorrow," I told her. "Plus six hours of exhaustingly physical sex over the rest of the weekend… that will put you in the black." I teased her. "Shall I warn Elliot?"
Kate groaned. "There go mimosas and pancakes for breakfast tomorrow."
"Can't you start dating again and see how things progress? Like…get to know him again?" Mia wouldn't let go of the topic of Christian and Ana. "You have to date to get to know one another. Christian is trying to change. You are changing. You have to date to know if you like the new improved versions of one another."
"Face it Mia! Everyone, including your family, thought he was gay because he was never seen with a woman. I think they had a coffee date and a dinner date before sleeping together," Kate revealed.
Mia looked at me.
"Told you, I'm not discussing this," I clear the table. "I don't give a shit about the lifestyle a billionaire could give me. That's for people like his entourage of crazies, the paparazzi and my MOTHER to contemplate. I must understand what I want a Christian 2.0 and Ana 2.0 relationship to include." I explain.
"He desperately wants you back. He's going through therapy…" Mia insisted.
"So am I," I announced to the shock and surprise of Kate and Mia. "When Ethan moved out, he suggested I would not react so strongly to Charlie Tango being missing if I didn't still care about Christian. I realized he was right and I needed to talk to a professional. I'm not busy to avoid thinking about Christian. I'm busy because there are things I need to accomplish to feel good about myself and to establish who I am and what I want." I sighed. "Look, I had difficulty expressing how I felt and thought about things. It made him angry and defensive. He did things he thought was best for me without discussing it with me…which pissed me off and I shut down. We both need to learn to talk and listen to one another."
"Whoa…take a deep breath, Steele. Listen to your heart. Know what you want from a relationship with Christian. I know you; I have accused you of overthinking things. However, that's how you process stuff. BUT…you'd better get this worked out before the wedding…because as Aphrodite is my witness…if the two of you have a huge knockdown, drag out fight at my wedding…I'll kick both your asses." Kate swore.
"You won't have to," Mia disagreed. "Celeste and Mom will pin their ears to the wall."
Sawyer phones Mia; he's here and ready to provide safe transport. Mia and Kate hug me goodbye. I know they didn't leave until they heard me lock up. Two ibuprophen, some ginger ale, phone turned off…I put on sweats and took a nap.
XXX
I stepped out of the shower and dressed for bed. Where did the pale blue silk teddy come from? I put it on and had to admit I looked good. Pale, but good. I need some sun. My breasts are a little sensitive, because my cycle is getting ready to start. I brushed and braided my hair while it was wet. It will be all kinds of wavy tomorrow and Cassie will give me high marks for my hairstyle. Where did those low-heeled light blue satin mules come from? Walking around in them will be so much more comfortable than heels. I put on my robe. I'm retrieving a bottle of green tea from the refrigerator, taking two more ibuprophen and calling it a night.
Christian's in my living room. He's wearing a grey Brioni suit and white linen shirt. As he stood to greet me, he gave me one of those head to toe looks, which made me wish I had tied my robe closed. I fumble for my bathrobe belt but it's gone. I feel exposed… I wonder why he's here. He's so handsome, those molten metal eyes, his lean but muscular build, his tousled copper curls…god I'd kill to go out on a real date with him and have the world know he's mine.
He poured me a glass of Sancerre…where did the bottle come from? …as I take the glass…our fingertips touch. 'I like the view from here,' he said, extinguishing the lights, opening the living room drapes so we can look out at the city. When did it become dark outside?
Christian put his arms around my waist and pulled my body against his. I could feel his hard body under his clothing. I am captured in his strong arms, held comfortingly against his solid chest. He smelled wonderful, linen, masculine body wash and warm male flesh. I also felt his hard cock pressing against my ass.
'Christian I...' I tried to speak...but he kissed me, tugging my braid and tipping my head to the side. I moaned as his lips moved to the hollow below my ear to the base of my neck.
'How does that feel…' his voice growled at me.
'Nice sir…' I say.
He cups my face in his hands and pulls my mouth to his. I felt his tongue enter my mouth.
As I returned his kiss I thought, he kisses like a Greek God. I want to make out with him for a while before he goes home. What's the harm? Wait…a…minute. How did he get in?
He spins me in his arms. Where did my wine glass go? Lord, I shouldn't drink anymore, I can't keep track of anything.
'God, you have such a hot little ass. You know, the moment I met you, I wanted to fuck you. I watched your pretty little ass as you walked away that day. I wanted to restrain your hands, and put you on your knees to suck my cock…as punishment for that 'are you gay, Mr. Grey' question, but this is so much more fun… sliding my big cock deep into you. I'm going to fuck you until we both come…several times tonight. I want you sore tomorrow. I want you to know I'm the only man whose ever been in you and will be the only man who ever touches you like this. I'm going to fuck you so hard…is this nice?'
He applied a few slaps to my ass, before he slammed deep into me, fucking hard and fast. I feel him pulling my hair and it hurts...I pull away from him…
…which yanks my hair out from under my pillow…and wakes me. What is wrong with me? I didn't like the belt…but yet I let him spank me in my dreams? However, when I felt I was being hurt in my vivid wet dream about Christian…I woke up. Perhaps there is hope for me. I lay in my lonely bed… hoping I show more restraint in real life than I do in my dreams.
Since I'm awake, I concentrate on tasks. Condo cleaning, laundry, bill paying, and Cassie's You Tube synopses. With Christian, Christian, Christian in my head. Cassie may not like my notes from viewing her You Tube video assignments, but I have been honest. Video One: Develop a life mantra. Video two, Be damned good at something. Video three: Work on your core. Video four: It takes time to create a good wardrobe. Video five: Find three things which look alike in your closet. Keep the best one, donate the others. Video six: Cartoon prints belong on a ten-year-old, not on a chic young woman. Video seven: How to decorate a small outdoor room. Video eight: Everything is temporary. Video nine: Crawl out of your rut…by any means necessary…take a class…try a new cuisine…dance more often…read a genre you don't normally read…travel a different way to work. Video ten: Choose your friends wisely and don't burn any bridges this week.
I put on my heels and grab my keys. I ascend and descend the stairs, following Cassie's instructions. I clear Cassie videos out of my head with each stair step. Prescott has a really tough time restraining her smart mouth while I'm practicing ascending and descending the stairs in heels. When I'm done, I send her for dinner from the local Tex-Mex restaurant. I want fully loaded chicken nachos and she opts for their mega chicken taco salad. I have her buy extra dinners which can feed the freezer. Over dinner, I update Prescott with my schedule…and she's a little surprised there is no dinner plans for tomorrow night. She leaves once I swear I'm in for the night.
I am reluctant, but with a long evening stretching before me…it's back to Cassie videos, while working on my spring/summer capsule binder, while practicing my standing and sitting.
February 26
Sunday we learn to write and deliver speeches, how to introduce the man or woman of the hour, wedding toasts and speeches, etc. I have a rough draft of my Maid of Honor speech. Cassie approves of what I have so far, and suggests I keep the speech to under five minutes. She explains Christian will give his speech first, and then I will give mine. She also explains it's very tacky to mention previous loves and sexual conquests. It might have been funny for Four Weddings and a Funeral, but it's generally considered tacky, tacky, tacky. I watched a dozen examples of wedding toasts and speeches on You Tube and have the synopsis cards to share.
Because Kate and Mia settled so many things yesterday, we don't have to do dinner today. It's sort of a blessing, because Christian and Ros need to leave on business until Wednesday. Ros is excited because they can leave for New York early this afternoon rather than close to midnight. Christian called and asked me to come to Escala on Wednesday night. He offers to ask others to come to dinner if I don't want to fall asleep on him again. I tell him I'll come to dinner if our entertainment is practice dancing with one another after dinner.
Grocery shopping and prep for the week doesn't clear my head. Yoga practice doesn't clear my head. Sitting and rising practice while watching You Tube videos and completing synopses for Cassie's classes doesn't clear my head. I practice walking in heels for an hour while listening to the DVD of Persuasion. I put on twelve different casual outfits and fix my hair – inverted ponytail, left pony, right pony, high pony, left braid, right braid, high braid, braided headband, braided bun, messy updo, bouncy curls, and ballerina bun. Minimal makeup and a pop of raspberry lip gloss…I email the selfies to Cassie. I note all twelve combinations are listed in my fall/winter binder.
I read manuscripts, laying on my chaise in my bedroom, thankful it was the end of the weekend, and no one was around to bother me. I needed to get up and bathe and dress for bed. "The remains of the day," I murmured to myself. I'm so glad to have the entire afternoon to rest and pamper myself.
But he was there, sliding my robe off my naked body. He kissed me, murmuring how perfect my breasts were, his hands spanning my waist, sliding down my ass to my legs. His hands slipped over me, creating an erotic dance over my sex. His fingers slid up and down my slit, and then two plunged deep inside me. He slowly slid them in and out. His mouth found my nipple, his gaze caught my eyes, blue mesmerized by grey.
His cock, pressed against my hip, roared into readiness. I could feel it throbbing against me. His breath seemed labored as his fingers caused my hips to roll, and I ground against his fingers. I rocked against him, my body urging him to thrust his fingers harder and deeper into me. My body stiffened, contractions rolling through my body. 'More,' I demanded…
…and awoke from the sound of my own voice echoing through my bedroom.
Jesus! I threw my tablet on the table and dressed for a walk. Maybe the fresh air will clear my head? Prescott is a good sport about this unscheduled weekend I'm throwing at her. 'Tonight's mood is brought to you by overthinking,' my inner goddess nags at me. 'What do you want Anastasia? It's not rocket science…it's honesty. Start by being honest with yourself.'
I want Elena Lincoln to go away. Why the IRS didn't give her no contact orders to stay 1000 feet away from her salons is an issue. No Bravern Center for me until she's gone. No Post Alley/PPM for me until she is gone. I want to be able to touch Christian without being hurt – physically and mentally. I want Mom, Kate, Mia and the universe to leave me alone about Christian. I want…to wear ponytails without censure…LOL! Adulting was supposed to be more fun than this.'
'Great…add all this to your journal. Mary will want to discuss it with you.'
"Prescott…I want to do something!" I'm jittery because I need to work off some angst.
"If I'm in charge of doing something…let go target practice. Then we'll go to the Grey Annex gym I've been wanting to teach you Krav Maga…or we can swim." Prescott suggested.
"Target practice followed by swimming! Followed by a real dinner with red meat, salad, bread and a glass of wine."
"Can we get dinner to go? I want to watch the action movie marathon on HERO TV." Prescott looked at my face. "Good looking men…guns…what more could you want?"
