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"Royal Flash!" George calls out and slams his card on the poker table.

Instead of going home when the girls decided to go clubbing- and my grandparents calling it a night- us boys decided we'll have our own fun night. So ultimately, the cards came out, and we started playing poker. It's defiantly a better way for us to spend the time until our women come back, instead of just sitting and worrying. But if I won't be damned, this is the third round when George is winning, this seventeen year-old is whipping us dry of our money. And these last five minutes, after everyone but he and I called out, I really thought I might break his spell. Yet, alas, I just lost 5k.

"I told you not to let my kid play!" Ethan chokes out between his laughter, and slaps George with appreciation on the back, while George is gathering all his winning chips.

"Why do we always let thisboy play?" Eliot asks, and pretends to be angry.

Throwing my cards on the table face down, I finish what's left of my whisky from my glass. As George starts counting his chips happily, I find myself thinking what Nina is doing right now. She's probably buying all the ladies a round of drinks, dancing with them. I still can't believe that Nina took my mother and aunt's- who are all in their 40's- and my sister and cousins- who are all in their 20's- out drinking and dancing at a club. The state my mother and Kate left, already tipsy and loud, makes me think that their husbands are going to be dealing with very crabby wives tomorrow morning, who suffers from a bad hung-over. But what would have made Phoebe agree to go out Saturday night with her mother? I mean, with all due respect, I'll never go out clubbing with my dad.

"That was one bad mistake son…" my father laughs, bringing my attention back to this room."And irresponsible mistakes have no benefits…" My father sounds loose, cool and relaxed, not his usual control maniac- uptight- no fun- Father/boss. I think he too, like mother, is getting a little drunk.

"It's all part of the plan…" I say, casually. "Haven't you ever made a mistake that turned into a wealthy investment?"

"Yes," my father smiles a mischievous smile at me, and he looks 20 years younger, "I made you…"

"WHAT?!" I shriek, suddenly feeling a little sick.

He's comment makes everyone laugh… Even Dean fucking Ryan, who was just dealing the card and not playing the last few games- is trying to control himself. Eliot and Ethan are chuckling without looking at me, and George is oblivious to the whole situation- enjoying he's winning's.

Dad's face falls when he sees my face, which probably reflects the horror inside of me.

How inappropriate

"Don't ever tell your mother I told you that!" my father says, pointing his finger at me. This feels like I'm a two years old being scolded. Right now, I hope he's drunk. No way would he ever say anything like this normally. But the way he looks; nervous and uncomfortable- by the idea that my mom would find out- makes smile a little.

Suddenly, my phone rings in my pocket, indicating I got a text.

Saved be the bell…

Immediately, I think its Nina, asking me to meet her somewhere. Pulling it out, I'm disappointed to see Sean's name on my screen.

Guess where I am…

"Excuse me," I say to my family waving my phone-indicating that I need to make a call, and rise up the table and out the room. I don't plan on making a phone call, but it's a great opportunity to get some quite. Sean's text is very suspicious …

I don't know

I text him back, and it doesn't take Sean two seconds to reply, which makes me believe he didn't really wait for me to answer him.

I'm at the Mile High.

Now, guess who else is here…

Oh no…

I'm not sure specifically who's he referring to, but it has to be one of my family member. Why else would he text me these mysteries text? He's obviously teasing me. But then an unwelcome thought pops to my mind. He wouldn't be teasing me if they were just hanging out, would he? Something happened, but what? Not something dangerous or crazy like making out with strangers or picking them up. They might have left alone in a taxi, but security followed them there, and is watching them right now. Are they dancing with other men? Are they too drunk to walk? I walk back to the poker room as I text Sean, answering his question.

My sister and mother, with the rest of the girls…

Sean and I have been friends for years, he met all my family members and I his. Stepping back in the room, I see Dean starting to deal the poker cards again.

"Dad, have you heard anything from security?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant, and obviously failing. Dad looks at me skeptically and raises an eyebrow.

"Yes. The girls are at the VIP section, dancing. No one is bothering them." He answers. When he says 'no one is bothering them' I know he means 'no man is standing too close'. "Why?" dad asks confused, just as my phone vibrates, indicating I got another text, it's from Sean.

Your girlfriend is here too…

My what? Is that espoused to be Nina he's referring too? It can't be, they never met.

Oh, but he did see her at the Coping Together gala. He was teasing me then about paying 100 grand at the charity auction to dance with her. But surely, that didn't indicate us dating, or even fucking for that matter- since back then, we didn't do either.

You're not dating now as well. A nagging little voice inside me says. You just fuck.

Which one of my girlfriends?

I ask Sean, hopping to sound casual.

The sexy redhead from your office…

Shit, this is not good.

She's not my girlfriend, we just work together.

"Why did you ask Ted?" dad asks, bringing me back to the room. He looks tense and nervous. Shit, he's worried. The one thing that will make my dad's heart rate pick up in a nanosecond is my mothers or sisters safety. As I try to think of something to say that won't sound suspicious, Sean texts me.

Good. 'Cause by the way she's dancing right now…

Gees, even I'm eyeing her up.

Fuck, this is even worse.

I don't know what my father told security about men not getting near mom and Phoebe, but I don't think the same rule is for Nina as well. I mean, for all he knows, she's single- so there will be no problem. But I know better. I suddenly have an urge to go to the club, and make sure that neither Sean, nor any man at the club gets near Nina. I know Sean is only teasing me, and that he's engaged, but I can't just sit here, pretending not to give a shit.

"They've been out for hours already," I finally answer my father's question, "and Sean just texted me. He's also at the Mile High. I thought I might go say hi…"

I'm not sure that was a good excuse, but dad seems convinced.

"What time is it?" he asks.

"Half past twelve." Eliot answers, "Are we up for another round?"

"No," dad answers, "We'll go to the Mile high, make sure the girl are good."

This wasn't the plan.

If it was up to me, this day would have looked different.

First thing, Nina wouldn't have had to go to this stupid dinner mom planned, and we could have stayed at her place all this time.

Second thing, even if she came to dinner, Nina would have said that she was tired at some point and go home, with me…

Last thing, even if she took my family out to 'girl's night out', and I would have crept out and followed her there, my dad and the rest of the boy's wouldn't have come with me!

"Taylor!" my father calls out from besides me, making me jump, as we step into the VIP section of the Mile High Club. Taylor is standing next to the VIP bar; there are four more security guards somewhere.

"Sir," Taylor nods to my father.

"Anything special happened?" dad asks.

"Nothing too special. Though, they've been drinking quite a lot, sir."

Right on cue, my mother comes out of nowhere.

"Christian!" she squeals, sounding nothing like herself. Her face is filled with bright rosy cheeks and unfocused eyes. She's very loud, and even though my mother isn't the most graceful woman on her feet, she seems to sway too much, and she can't seem to find any balance.

Oh fuck, my mom turned into the sloppy drunk phase, well past singing and dancing phase.

As she makes her way towards us, dad's eyes widen, and even if he'd been a little tipsy, the site of my drunken mother sobered both my father and me.

Right behind mom, a tall blonde jump's her way towards us with her shoes in her hands.

Aunt Kate

"Oh my god…" Eliot laughs, "Katherine Agnes Grey!" he calls out still laughing, "Get your ass over here!" Eliot's voice does not sound as serious as I would have expected, but then again, I did grow up and raised by the most controlled man on earth.

Kate makes her way to Eliot, walking slowly and seductively, which makes me so uncomfortable I have to look away.

"Where are Mia and Dominique?" Ethan asks Taylor, obviously nervous for their condition after seeing mom and Kate.

"Dominique is with Phoebe, Ava and Ms Jones on the dance floor." Taylor answers, "And Mia…"

Before Taylor finishes he's answer, we see Mia right behind Kate, walking towards us, laughing. She is looks her normal self, graceful, tall and put together. Unlike my mother and aunt, she does not look drunk at all…

"Chris…tian…" mom slurs out, collapsing into my dad's open arms, "You're here just in time for a… dance!"

My father sends a deadly look to Taylor, and I know what he is thinking.

Drinking QUITE a lot?!

I feel a rough hand on my shoulder and turn to see Dean Ryan, looking a little concern. "We should look for your sister and cousins!" he shouts over the loud music.

"Yea…"

Dean and I walk away from my parents and down to the other side of the bar, where we find Sean sitting on a bar stool with his fiancée Michelle, standing in front of him between his open knees. Sean and Michelle have been together for years, and he proposed just about a month ago. They both share the same dark mahogany cacao brown skin, and the same black curls that Sean always kept cropped.

"Come on…" I tell Dean, and we make our way to the soon to be 'Maddox's' "Sean!" I call out.

Removing his face from the crook of Michelle's neck, Sean looks up and when he sees it's me, he's face get a big shit- eating grin. "Hey man," Sean waves me over, "had a feeling you might show up…" he says with a knowing smile. Then looking to my right, his smile widens even more. "Dean Ryan, long time no see."

"Yea, Man…" Dean answers, and then looks around the club, searching my sister.

"Hey Michelle," I say, and kiss her cheek, "This is Dean Ryan," I introduce, "he's… he's my sisters…. Boyfriend." Gees, why was that so hard to say. "Dean, this is Michelle. Sean's fiancée."

"Great to meet you." Michelle says with a smile, and then looks back at me. "Your mom just bought me a drink…"

"Really?" I say with a smile.

"Phoebe!" Dean suddenly yells out of nowhere, causing us all to jump.

He walks straight into the dance floor, pushing several people on the way to get to my sister, who I can't see in the crowd of dancers. But I can see her, the woman I came here for, the woman who somehow, in such a short time, made me need her more than I need my next breath.

Nina…

On the dance floor, with the music loud, Nina moves in a way that makes every single man in the club looks at her. She's sexy dancing but it doesn't look cheap. It doesn't look like she's putting on a show for anyone. With her eyes closed, and her hips moving, Nina looks like some kind of siren. Luring all the men around by her moves. Under the constant chancing light, no one could make the color of her beautiful hair or eyes.

As if sensing my presence, Nina suddenly opens her eyes and looks directly at me. Looking surprised to see me, she stills, and her eyes widen a little. I look back at her, and something inside me physically aches. Then, she smile, the smallest 'I know a secret' kind of smile, and resumes her dancing, without breaking eye contact with me.

This time she's dancing, she is putting on a show, a show for me. She bites her bottom lip, and sways her hips, and lifts her hair of the back of her neck, and all with her eyes still on mine.

And I hate it. Not because of what she's doing, but because I can't just walk to her, hold her close to me and kiss her as our moves become one on the dance floor. Looking around the room for inspiration, my eye land on the hall half a floor above that leads to my father's private office.

When I look back at Nina, I see she's still dancing with her eye on me. Pointing with my chin at the hall up stairs, I mouth her "Meet me up stairs, now." Standing up, off a bar stool, I slap Sean shoulder, who I haven't noticed is in a passionate kiss with Michelle. "See you later…" I say, and he waves me goodbye without separating his lips from his fiancée's.

Walking up the stairs, I see my parents and my aunts and uncles walking outside the club, than instantly feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, and see I got a text from my dad.

I'm taking mom, Kate and Mia home

with Eliot and Ethan.

Security is still at the club.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Leaning back against my father's Mile High office desk, another minute passes with Nina not showing up. Looking for a missed call or a text from her, I'm disappointed to see nothing from her.

What happened? Why is she still not here? Maybe she didn't want to come? Maybe she was annoyed that I showed up tonight?- No, that's not possible. I saw the way she was dancing, for me. So why isn't she here yet? Could she not find the office? Did someone else see her dance and decided to make a move on her? The idea of another man with Nina makes me stand up straight, and walk to the door.

Just as I open the office door, Nina opens it from the other side, making us both jump with surprise.

"Fuck, you scared me…" she whispers. Her eyes wide with surprise. In this room, without the changing lights, I can once again see the color in her eyes. The green aquamarine eye's that are so unique, there is probably nothing I could ever compare them too.

Without saying a word, I hold her by the back of her neck, and bring our lips roughly together. Nina gasps from the unexpected movement, and I take the opportunity to slip my tough inside her delicious mouth. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I move us further in the room. There is a little thud on the office desk, opening one eye; I see that the thud was Nina's clutch landing on the desk.

The music from downstairs isn't as loud up here, and it reminds me of the way she was dancing for me down there. She was performing for me.

Tearing my lips away from hers, I look deep into those green hues. "The way you were dancing down there…." I breathe.

She smiles knowingly. "Was it turning you on?"

In answer, I growl. I actually growl, which makes her bite her lower lip.

"I wanted to dance with you, to claim you, to show every one you're mi…" I stop myself from saying what I wanted to say, by sucking her neck.

"Well…" she breathes, "we can still hear the music up here…" she says with her British accent, and starts to move her hips against mine- making my dick harden, and resting her hands against my chest. "Dance with me here." She whispers in my ear.

We start to move, at the beginning slowly, almost shyly. But then, Nina turns around and presses her ass against hard cock, and we really start to move. Our breathing gets louder, our skins get covered in a thin lair of sweat, and then I realize we're not dancing- we're dry fucking to the beat of the music.

Nina takes hold of my hand, and places it underneath the skirt of her white lace dress- right between her legs.

"You're being greedy…" I say against her neck, and start to massage her clit through her panties. My voice sounds raspier and thicker than usual.

"Should I stop?" she asks, and I can hear her smile.

In answer, I move her panties to the side, and thrust two fingers inside her. She gasps, then moans, and then moves in to my hand. "Never stop wanting me…" I beg, and I'm faced with a side of myself that I've never met before. An insecure and needy side that only came to life once Nina stepped into my life.

"I can't…" she breathes. "I will never stop wanting you… you made me need you so much…"

Her words make me still. She lowers her face to the floor, ashamed…

Pulling my fingers out of her, but keeping her ass against my hard dick, I move us so we're standing in front of the desk. Placing her hands on the desk I keep my lips against her neck. "I'm going to make you cum so hard…" I breathe.

Then, from inside her clutch, her phone rings.

"Ignore it." She breathes, and her voice breaks a little. The phone keeps ringing as I lift the skirt of her dress up, reviling her beautiful ass. Hitching my two thumbs on the sides of her panties, I slowly slide them down her legs. Once I'm kneeling behind her, and she steps outside the panties, I spread her legs and put my face directly between them. "Fuuuck" Nina hisses between clenched teeth.

Licking her clit, and fucking her pussy with two fingers, I am rewarded with her hips moving greedily against my mouth. Taking my free hand, Nina places it against her bare breast. I haven't even noticed that she removed the top part of her dress, which is now just white fabric, clung only to her waist.

When her moans become louder, I pump my fingers inside her harder and move my tough against her faster.

"Yes… I'm gonna cum…" And she does, loudly and powerfully. When she calm from her climax and her breathing evens out, she giggles and looks down at me from over her shoulder. "Wow…" she laughs.

"I'm not done with you yet." I kiss her clit and smack her ass- which makes her yelp. Standing, I hitch her leg up by the knee and place it on the desk, giving me more access to her pussy. Unzipping my jeans, I push them down enough to free my erection. "This won't take long…" I almost warn, positioning myself between her legs. "You've been teasing me since dinner. I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast." Then I slam into her.

"Ahhhh!" she calls out loudly, and I still. Scared that I might have hurt her, I lean forward and kiss between her shoulder blades.

"You OK?"

"Oh my god…" she gasps.

"Are you hurt?" I ask, starting to get nervous.

"No. it's this position, you're really deep this way." She moans. Without moving my hips, I kiss and caress every inch of her I can hold. Then slowly, she starts moving her hips, pulling me in and out of her.

"Yes..." I hiss, thrusting in and out of her even faster.

"Oh god, fuck!" she cries out. Grabbing both my hands, she wraps my arm around her waist. Caging herself in my arms, and I squeeze her in my arm.

Then once again, the annoying sound of Nina's phone ringing from her clutch breaks the sounds of our moaning in the room.

"Don't stop," she breathes, and leans forward on the table, reaching for her clutch. "Just, don't stop." And then, to my otter surprise, she remover her phone from her little purse and answer the call, with a way to breathy "Hello?" to great anyone on the phone.

I stop moving, for two reasons.

One, to let her catch her breath. I don't like the idea of her being breathy on the phone with anyone, but me.

Two, I am so, absolutely shocked that she did answer the phone while I'm still inside her, I don't know if I'm angry or really turned on by it.

"Oh hi, how are you?" she asks whoever is on the other line, her voice returning to normal.

"I'm actually not home… I'm in a club… dancing..." then to my even bigger surprise, Nina start moving her hips, and with one hand still holding her phone to her ear, she stretches her free hand to my ass. Wordlessly asking me to keep fucking her.

Evil little minx! You want me to fuck your brain out while talking on the phone?

As if she knew what I was thinking, Nina breaths "Yes," to whomever in with her on the phone. That makes me smile, and fuck her even harder. Since she moves hips into my thrusts, I guess Nina doesn't care if the person on the other line would hear the sounds of our hips slapping against ones and the others.

"Not really," Nina says, a little too high on the phone. The change of her voice, with the feel of her pussy tighten, makes me know she's gonna cum. So to drive her even crazier, I reach my hand around her to her clit, and start rubbing her hard, the way I know she likes when she's close. She frees my ass, and covers her hand over her mouth- trying to muffle her cries and arches her back, removing the phone away from her ear. And then she starts to cum again, the sight of her falling apart while trying to stay in control almost throws me over the edge.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" she asks once she come back from her climax and returns the phone to her ear. "Oh, the Mile High club, in the VIP section, I'll make sure your name's on the list." She says with her usual British accented voice. "See you in twenty minutes." She hangs up and slams the phone on the table. Bringing her leg back to the floor from the desk, Nina pushes me out and away from her, and turns around with a mischievous smile. "You just gave me the best orgasm of my live." She breathes out, smiling and satisfied.

"Me?" I ask pointing at myself, feeling very giddy with delight.

"Aha…" she nodes her head. The skirt of her dress falls back down into place as she slowly as provocatively, walks toward me- with her breasts still exposed. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, and show you my appreciation…" When she reaches me, she takes hold of my dick with two hands, and strokes my arousal slowly. Closing my eyes, the feel on her hands on me makes me want to cry out with pleasure. With her lips next to my ear, she whispers, "Where do you want to cum on me?"

Pulling my brows down, I open my eyes and look at her. Confused. "What?"

"Where do you want to cum on me?" she repeats and sucks my earlobe between her teeth. "In my mouth?" she suggests, and kisses my jaw. "On my tits?" another kiss, on my chin this time. "All over my face?" she asks with a smile, and gives me a quick peck on the lips. "Where do you want to cum on me?" she repeats once again.

Smiling down at her, I know what she wants me to do, and why. "You want me to mark you?" I ask.

She nodes, and smiles a big one- as is glad I found her intentions without me needing to tell her. "Yes," she breathes, "I want you to mark me, as yours."

The weirdest thing just happened, my dick went even harder. This is odd, since it was rock hard before. So what's harder than rock?

Diamond. Diamond is harder than rock.

So my cock just went diamond hard with her words.

Mark her as mine.

I close one arm around her waist, pulling her in to me and with the other, I slowly caress her face- which makes her hum and lean her face into my touch with her eyes closed.

"I want to cum on your lips," I break the silence, and I start to trace the outline of her smiling lips with my finger. "I want to mark your lips with my semen, and then I want you to lick it all off, and swallow."

"I'd like that…" she moans, and slowly kneels down in front of me.

When she reaches to place my dick in her mouth, I grab it out of her hands and shake my head." No need for teasing," I breathe, "I'm already there…" with one hand, I tilt her head up, while the other in violently moving up and down my cock. Trying to keep my eyes open and stay concentrated as the familiar tug down my balls, I place the tip on my dick on her kissable lips and start to paint her with my own pleasure.

When I'm done, I take a step back and watch as Nina start to lick her lips slowly, as if saving the flavor and without removing her eyes of mine, she swallows.

"Where did you go?" Sean asks me when I get back to the bar.

"I needed to make a phone call in my dad's office." I answer casually.

"Right," Sean glances around the dance floor, "look man, Michelle and I are heading home. See you Monday for lunch?"

"Sure bro," I say, "oh by the way, is Gillian asks, I was with you Friday evening. OK?"

"Why?" he gives me a suspicious look.

"Cause I left in the middle of a business meeting, and I told her you called with an emergency."

Sean laughs loudly. "You bagged someone didn't you?" he asks, knowing me so well.

"Fuck off…" I say with a smile.

"See you Monday." He says, and leaves with Michelle who's waiting at the hall dividing the VIP section, to the rest of the club.

"Ted!" Phoebe calls from behind me on the dance floor. Turning, I see her stepping towards me with Dean wrapping his arm around her. Ava, Dominique and Nina walking over too behind them. "Dean Dominique and I are going home with Taylor," she says. She doesn't look drunk at all. But Dominique really does. "Ava is meeting with someone outside."

Looking at Ava, I ask "Who is it you're meeting?" I realize I sound like my father, but I won't let her meet up with some stranger- or even worse, her ex boyfriend Max.

"He's a friend." She answers, rolling her eyes at me. "Don't worry, Sawyer is taking me home."

"Wait a minute; I'll wait with you for him." I say. Not liking the idea of Ava picking someone up. "What about you Nina? You need a ride home?"

"No, thank Theodore." She smiles, with no hint on her face of what we did up stairs ten minutes ago. "I'm actually waiting for a friend here. I'll take a taxi home."

Right, I forgot that she is meeting with her friend. "OK, do you think we need to work tomorrow on the trip to NY?" I ask, knowing she would understand the code.

"Yes, maybe. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know." She smiles knowingly.

"Ted!" my sister yells, "Tomorrows Sunday! Leave Nina alone!"

Rolling my eyes at my sister I bring my attention back to Nina. "Keep in touch…" I say and walk to the exit with the rest of my family, leaving Nina sitting in one of the corner booth tables waiting for her friend. "Taylor!" I call out to him and he walks over, "We're leaving, but keep Ronnie here to keep an eye on Ms. Jones."

"Sure sir." He says something into his ear piece, and follows us out with Sawyer.

"So, who is this friend of yours?" I ask Ava outside the club.

Once drunken Dominique, Phoebe and Dean got inside the car behind Taylor, they took off and I found myself sitting with Ava on a bench right outside the Mile High's building, with Sawyer in the car around the corner.

"It's not Max if that's what you're thinking." Ava answers and rolls her eyes.

Max was Ava's boyfriend for four years. They are both musicians in the 'Seattle Philharmonic Orchestra' with Ava playing the Cello and Max the Violin. About two months before I came back from L.A. Max broke up with Ava for another woman.

"I still don't understand why you didn't let me kick his pansy ass?" I ask which makes her laugh.

"Can I tell you something?" she asks series.

"Of course."

"I think I'm over him. Over Max. It's weird, I know, since we've been together for four years and its barley been three months. But I never think about him outside of work anymore. Even at work, it's not as weird as it was in the beginning." She smiles and I can't help but smile back.

"Is it you friend that helped you get over Max so quickly?" I tease.

She smiles shyly. "Maybe…" she giggles, and looks at me warmly. "How about you? Do you have a series friend?"

Ava and I were always close, and I'm about to admit that I do have a friend, when my smile vanishes at the sight of who's entering the building.

"I have to go," I say, "I'm sorry, I… have to go." Standing abruptly, I wave to Sawyer from his car to keep an eye on Ava.

"Is everything OK?" Ava calls out from behind me as I start to walk back to the clubs building.

"Yes, stay safe!" I call from over my shoulder.

Passing by and sometime pushing through the people who make their way out the building, I make my way to the elevator bank where I find who I'm looking for, standing patiently, waiting for an elevator. Stepping next to him, I see he looks calm staring up at the needle that indicates the elevator is just a floor above us. Once it arrives, he looks over at me and stretches out his hand.

"After you, please." He says, with his perfect British accent. I give him a tight a smile, and step inside.

"What floor are you going to?" I ask.

"I'm not sure, I think I need the 'Mile High club'. That's here, right?" he asks politely.

"Right." I say through gritted teeth and push the top button.

I've recognized him from yesterday, when he came to my offic, but I still doubted, but once he opened his mouth and spoke out in a posh English accent, then saying he's going to the mile high, all doubt left me.

This is the friend Nina is waiting for.

This is who she was talking on the phone with while I was fucking her.

This man, less than three feet away from me, is Nina's ex fiancé.

I wasn't jealous. I didn't have any reason to be. But dammit, if I wasn't pissed.

I was sitting at the far corner of the bar, watching Nina and her ex sitting in front of one another in a cornered booth. He had a beer while she kept ordering one Manhattan after the other. She was nervous, I could tell by her drinking. Her body language didn't seem flirtatious, and she didn't seem to talk at all, just listen to Henry, but then she lifted her empty glass again, and ordering another round to a passing waiter. When that waiter came to the bar, I gave her a fifty dollar bill and my most dazzling smile and made sure Nina's Manhattans were weaker from now.

Looking down at my Frédérique Constant watch, I see it's already 03:45. Taking my phone out my jeans pocket, I find two texts. One from Phoebe; telling me she and Dominique got home safe. Another from Ava, who also got home safely with Sawyer. Lifting my eyes back up to the two ex- fiancées who are sitting in a booth, I see that Nina is standing with her clutch in her hand. She kisses Henry's cheek and it looks like she's saying good-bye.

I dial Ronny's number in my phone and he answer immediately.

"Mr. Grey?"

"Ms. Jones is leaving the Mile High right now. Make sure you take her home to the Four Seasons." I say and hand up.

As Nina walks out the club, I notice that Henry is looking upset, and maybe even sad. But I don't fucking care. That motherfucker wants what's mine.

After Nina steps in Ronny's car and they drive off, I realize that I don't have a drover left to take me to Escala. So lifting my hand, I try to flag a cab. As I wait for any cab that flies past me to be available, I think of all that happened this past week.

Fucking Nina for the first time after the 'Coping Together Gala', then going back to work and trying to be professional. Agreeing to have an exclusive sexual relationship with her, and then watching her cry for the first time after she came back from her lunch with her ex- fiancé. Making love to her on her kitchen floor, and fucking her brainless on a desk, or in a bed, or anywhere I could. Reading her background check and finding a little bit about her past. A lot happened in just a week, and yet I want so much more to happen too.

Finally hailing a cab, I step in and give the cabby the address of Escala.

It's almost four in the morning, and I' so tired I could just close my eyes as the driver makes his way. But unfortunately, I'm interrupted by my phone ringing.

"Hello?" I answer without checking the ID.

"Mr. Grey?" Ronnie asks.

"Yes Ronnie?"

"Just called to let you know Nina's home safe. Though I had to escort her up to her apartment. She was really drunk sir."

Shit, she did have too much Manhattans, and god knows how many she had before I showed up at the club. She seemed fine leaving, but maybe the ride made her sick. God I'm so stupid for letting her go home alone.

"Is she sick?" I ask nervous.

"She's up for a rough morning tomorrow, sir." Ronnie answers, sympathetic.

"Thank you Ronnie, good night."

"Sir," I can imagine he said so with a nod before I hung up.

"I need you to take me to the four seasons." I tell the cabby. As he takes a U turn with a loud grunt, I think of how stupid I've acted. It wasn't enough to get her a ride home, I needed to be with Nina and make sure she was feeling well. My fatigue is long gone with worry for Nina's health. Images start to run in my head; her head in the toilet, throwing up. Or maybe she fell and hurt herself.

Two minutes later, I was outside the Four Seasons.

It was a great thing that Nina put my name on the permanent guest list, I didn't have to waist any other minute. I almost ran to the residence elevator and couldn't keep still the ride up to the 18'Th floor. When I finally arrived, I lift my hand to ring her door bell when I remember that she gave me her key this morning. With a wide smile, I once again unlock her door and open it.

Nina's flat is very quite.

There is no light but the one in the kitchen, walking straight to her room I find Nina spread-eagled on her front. Still wearing her dress and high heels, she looks like she just fell into bed and crashed. Honestly, in first glance she looks dead.

Walking in her room- which is lit only by her bedside light- I kneel next to her bed in front of her. I'm reassured that she's breathing but I'm taken back by her beauty. Somehow, all the times I've spent the night with her; I never really got to see her sleep. She looks like a fallen angel, pure and beautiful. I gently reach out to move her hair off her face, and she unconsciously moves into my touch, which makes me smile.

Looking around, I see on her bedside table a half empty glace of water, and I hope she just drank before she fell asleep. Her cheeks are smudged with eye makeup but she still looks angelic.

Standing up, I walk to her on suite bathroom to find some makeup removing wipes. Kneeling once again in front of her sleeping form, I remove one wipe, and gently take off her eye makeup. When I'm done, I remove her shoes and dress, without waking her. Looking down at her, wearing only her panties, I realize I've just done the most intimate thing I have ever done with a lover. I've been as selfless as I've ever been with a woman. Removing all my clothes but my boxer briefs, I try to think why this woman is so different than any woman I've even been with.

Hopping she won't wake up; I slip in to the bed and pull Nina in my arms. Holding her close and tight, as if she's my life line. Then, with her sleeping form in my arms, at the middle of the night all the foggy mist in my head clears out. And I want to laugh, because the reasons my feeling for Nina are different than any feeling I felt for any lover I ever had are so obvious. The reason why I want her to be mine, and why I was worried about her tonight. The answer why I took care of her and why I'm holding her so tight is so simple.

Because for the first time in my life, I fell in love.

I'm feeling and reacting and doing everything I do because I love Nina. And even though it's the best feeling ever, I have never been more scared in my life.