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Sins of the Father

Chapter 33

Family Secrets

Christian's POV

"Christian, are you okay," Kitten walks into the office to see me all but despondent at my desk.

I don't acknowledge her.

I've been staring at the picture of my family for God knows how long. Twisted thoughts have been running through my mind. I look at my grandparents and wonder if they knew. Did they have any idea of the kind of person they gave birth to? They must have sense something. Parents are supposed to pick up on this type of shit. I can see it just by the way the sick bastard is looking at her.

Had it started even then?

That doesn't appear to be the case. Mom looks happy. She looks relaxed next to him. Surely, there would have been some awkwardness. She would have tried to put distance between him and herself, but she seems so unaware. Her smile is so sweet and pour. She thinks nothing of her brother's arm around her. Nothing about the picture looks like anything but a loving family. I suppose that's the whole purpose in taking them.

I only have one set of grandparents. Only one bloodline to draw from.

Fuck.

No wonder I'm so fucked up. How could I not be? Jesus, this explains so much. This is why I like to dominate brown haired girls that look like my mother. I was predisposed to that shit. I was born into it. I get it from them. I get it from my father.

His sickness is my sickness.

My God. What kind of a monster am I? What did this evil create in me?

"Christian," Kitten calls again.

"Where is Teddy?"

"He's sleeping," she answers. I glance at my phone to see that its well after 2AM. Jesus, I've been in here that long. "Christian, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I fake a smile to go with my lie. "Thank you for taking care of him for me."

"You know I don't mind," she says and waits patiently for me to drop the bullshit and tell her the truth.

"I just got some bad news about my birth parents. Its not what I was expecting. Its actually far worse, but I'm not ready to talk about it right now. Are you sure Teddy is sleeping?"

"Like the dead," she laughs.

The dead.

Images of Mom dead on our living room floor come crashing into my brain.

"Fuck," I moan, grabbing hold of my hair with both hands. All these years thought the pimp was the worst of her troubles, but it wasn't him who used her first. My father is the reason. Maybe he is the reason she killed herself if she even meant to overdose that day. I like to believe it was an accident. That she didn't just leave me there to rot. I'd like to think she would have made sure I was okay first, but maybe she hated me. How could I blame her if she did? I understand her so much better now.

Kitten moves back toward the door and I watch as she locks it.

She removes her silky midnight blue pajama bottoms, leaving on her thick cotton socks that subconsciously make me grin. Never has she worn socks while being with me.

Her feeling comfortable here pleases me. It gets me hard at the same time and I spring myself free before she can reach me.

I tug her hand, pulling her on top of me. Her long legs drape over mine as she straddles me. She cries out when I enter her with more force than she was prepared to take.

"Fuck," I groan at the feel of her pussy gush with wetness as I capture her mouth with mine to quiet her. "You are such a hot little thing for me, aren't you, Kitten. Always so ready to please me. Willing to Give me exactly what I need. I like that. I like that a lot."

"Tell me what you need me to do," she asks, scooting up farther on my dick.

I lift her up, planting her ass on my desk and pushing her back.

"I need to you to let me fuck you, hard."

"I'm your whore," she smiles.

"Mmm, my hot little whore, willing to be fucked?"

She nods, holding in a laugh. Dirty talk always makes her laugh.

Cheesy is her word for it.

She lays sprawled over the paperwork Welch brought over. It crinkles underneath her as I pound her hard. Her back arches up, sliding over filthy family secrets she has no idea are there. Her tits bounce wildly in her pajama shirt, making the hem of the soft material dance across her skin.

My thumb circles her wet clit as she moans and mules on the desk.

The Minions pencil holder on my desk spills over from its place of pride, sending it contents rolling. Kitten takes a stray pencil and puts it between her teeth, biting down on it to keep from crying out.

I hammer into her so violently it nearly pushes her off the desk before I dig my fingers into her thighs to keep her still.

A thin treadle of drool travels down her cheeks and a dew of sweat is on her body. Her eyes are glossy and pleading as she stares at me.

"Cum."

Her body tightens at my words and her eyes flutter close as they roll high in her head. She shakes slightly. Her pussy contracts and relaxes around me. I ride her through her orgasm, not stopping until she comes out of it. Her legs are useless to her now as I bring them up, opening her wide and ramming into her long and hard, not caring if I'm hurting her. My need for release is so heavy that its tormenting me. Her eyes are screwed shut, her teeth are buried deep in the wood of the pencil, and her fingers are gripping the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles have lost all color.

My ass cheeks tighten as I continue to buck inside of her. My dick wet with her creamy arousal and the start of mine. She opens her eyes when she hears me grunt my orgasm, snorting in quick succession as my cum spurts out thick and hot.

Tension drains from me as I shoot the last of my load inside of her. She opens her mouth, dropping the pencil with a clatter on the desk next to her and lets out a moan as I thrust inside of her twice more before going soft.

I fall back, glad that my chair is still there to catch me.

Her pussy is still open before me. Her legs are apart and footed socks dangle at my knees.

She squirms away from my tongue when I lick her. She tries to stand on unsteady legs so I pull her back to straddle me.

"Better," she asks.

"Much," I tell her. "Did I hurt you?"

"A little."

My brow furrows in a frown.

"Why didn't you safe word?"

"I liked it," she says with a small laugh.

"Naughty girl."

"Don't you forget it," she teases. She studies my face, not liking the worry she still sees there. Slowly her fingers trace the lines on my forehead. "I wish I was better at relieving your stress."

"You are. Believe me, if I could drag you down to the playroom and work it all out on you, I would. I would be going out of my mind right now if you weren't here."

"I like being here for you."

"I like being her for you as well. It calms me."

"I guess we make a great team," she laughs, but stops short when she sees the seriousness that is not in my face. "What is it?"

"Marry me."

…

Ana's POV

I tip toe upstairs to the bedroom, hoping I don't alert anyone with my absence. I grab my laptop I left on the bed and breathe a sigh of relief as I lean against the closed master bathroom door I just entered.

This has become my hideaway from all things Barrington and I feel terribly guilty about it. I adore them but the constant togetherness is driving me crazy. I chalk it up to being an only child.

As much as I love Hunter, I just don't have much in common with his family. I always thought of Grace and Carrick as prim and proper but they have nothing on Beatrix and Hunter Barrington II. How Hunter, Will, and Phillip are so down to earth is beyond me.

I shake my head at me and my pettiness.

Actually, its of me and my bullshit because deep down, I know that's what it is…bullshit. I've been put out since Hunter refused to tell me what this secret is he's holding.

But that's not even the whole truth.

I can feel myself pulling away from Hunter and I don't know why. I brush it off when I notice it. I think it has to do with all the secret keeping. I'm trying to be understanding about it, but I hope Hunter hasn't noticed my pull back.

I sit on the closed toilet lid and place the laptop I've been hugging on my lap to call Kate.

"I'm liking the idea of the lavender bride's maids dresses," she tells me as I facetime her. She comes on without so much as a hello, holding up the bridal magazine with the lavender and gray theme. I want to strangle her. We already picked the bridesmaid's dresses and the color scheme before I left Seattle.

"I'm not a fan of lavender," I tell her, looking at the hideous gowns. "Are you really going to make me wear that? I'll look like a knock off of Barney the Dinosaur."

"Well, it will take the attention off me being big as a whale."

"Oh, cut it out. You are going to make a beautiful bride."

"If you say so," she says.

"Crap," I yell, nearly dropping the laptop.

"Where the hell are you," she asks, getting a better look at my surroundings. "Are you in the bathroom?"

"I'm supposed to be taking a bath," I shrug. "It's the only way to get any privacy around here."

"Ahhh, the in-laws have descended," she laughs.

"They are everywhere."

"Why don't you just go home?"

"I can't. It would be rude since they came all this way. Some British thing…I don't know what the hell it is. Ugh, why couldn't we have done this in Singapore or England? At least then I would have had my own hotel room to retreat to."

"Anastasia Rose Steele, listen to you. That is not a very nice way to talk about your in-law."

"Will you shut up with the name calling and they are NOT my in-laws."

"Damn. Are they really that bad?"

"No. But something is up with them. They are all being so nice but its… weird. Its like I'm in one of those episodes on Lifetime where the family looks all sweet and loving but then someone comes up murdered and you find out it was the wife or something."

"You mean like Snapped?"

"Maybe. Something is going on with Hunter's dad. The man is popping pills like Marilyn Monroe."

"Oh my God, Ana," Kate laughs.

"Hunter is even being strange. He wont talk to me about it. I swear, Kate its like I'm trapped in a soap opera. All we need is the dramatic music. And those accents aren't helping."

"You should run."

"You. Are. Not. Helping.

"Screw that. You learn a lot about a man by meeting his family. Why do you think we all do it?"

"You are supposed to be telling me I'm being ridiculous."

"I thought you were being ridiculous when you went back to New York in the first place, but you never listen to me. The Greys never made you feel like they were an episode of Snapped, by the way."

"How is Teddy?"

"Nice topic change. But, he's is so damn cute, Ana. I never thought I would like a spawn of Christian's unless he was half yours, but I just can't help but love that kid. He calls me Auntie Katie. How adorable is that? Of course, I asked him to be in the wedding. He's so excited. He takes it so seriously. He's happy he gets to be with you as my MOH. That's what he calls you."

I can't help but laugh at her.

"You are such a mom, Katherine Kavanaugh."

"Me? Hah. NOT. He's one of the few kids I can tolerate for more than a minute. Thank God he's not an asshole like his dad. Elliot and I are taking it upon ourselves to keep the Christian Grey jackass stick from being stuck up his butt. The last thing we need is another one of those walking around."

I roll my eyes.

"What was that," she says pointing at me.

"What," I ask looking behind me.

"That eye roll you just did? Are you defending Christian now?"

"What," I squeak. "No, of course not. I was just… I mean… he is a good father."

"Riiight."

I sigh, looking beyond the laptop to the bathroom door as if Hunter will suddenly appear and read my thoughts as to what I was about to confide in Kate.

"I've been thinking," I whisper to her.

"About," she says scooting down on the couch ready for some news she knows is about to be juicy.

"Elliot's not back yet, is he?"

"He's still a few minutes out. I asked him to stop and get me Chinese. I have such mad preggers cravings for sweet and sour pork that Elliot thinks that an Asian knocked me up."

I laugh at how easy she talks about him now. I cross my fingers that her doubts about him are over.

"Its probably nothing," I tell her.

"One way to find out."

"Okay, but its really nothing. I saw Christian's face when Hunter was making love to me," I say it out loud in a fast whisper, covering my face in shame. I peek through my fingers when Kate doesn't say anything.

"WHAT," she finally says, her mouth is wide open.

"It happened when we first connected again," I tell her. "Christian's face just popped up. He wasn't even on my mind at the time. I swear, I don't know why it happened. I am awful. Just awful. I am so embarrassed."

"Don't be. You're probably right. I mean, I think you're right, its probably nothing. Maybe jetlag. Plus, I was on you pretty hard about him that day. Stop freaking out about it. Shit like that happens."

"It does?"

"Sure. One time, Elliot was eating me out-"

"TMI," I say.

She sticks out her tongue at me.

"I nearly called out Lance Thomas' name when I came."

"That geeky guy that used to hang out all day in the science lab?"

"Yup. You know I had a major crush on him. All that brain power turned me on and he was immune to my wile ways."

"That's because he was gay," I remind her.

"Anyway, he just popped in my head that one time for no damn reason."

"But it was only that one time though, right?"

"Right. Just that one…wait what?"

"What?"

"Back that train up, Steele. What do you mean just that ONE time? Are you saying you've seen Christian's face more than once?"

"Maybe."

"You see him…like while Hunter's going to town on you?"

I nod.

"Every single time?"

"No," I groan. "Only four times."

"ONLY four...ANA."

"I know, okay. God, I am an awful person. But I swear its not on purpose. It just happens. I love Hunter-"

"Oh my GOOOOOOOD," she sings out in dramatic frustration, throwing her head back and raising up both hands.

"Damn," I hear Elliot's voice. "You could at least open the door for your man, Katie Boo."

"Katie Boo?"

"Shut up," she tells me before answering Elliot. "Sorry, I'm talking to Ana."

"Hey, Banana," Elliot says.

He's face covers Kate as he moves in front of her to see me.

"Hi, El," I tell him, laughing when Kate pushes him out of the way.

All is forgiven when she takes the takeout box of sweet and sour pork he's brought her and digs in.

"Ana's been living on tea and crumpets," she tells Elliot, smacking her lips between bites.

"Why," he asks me. They are both staring at me with dumb grins on their faces.

"Don't listen to her, El, and I'm signing off because I'm hungry now, thanks to you two."

She eyes me, wanting to say something but she knows she can't with Elliot sitting there.

Denial she mouths.

I roll my eyes and sign off without another word.

My cell pings a minute later. I already know its Kate before I even look at it.

Figure it out, Steele. Before its too late. -KK

Nothing has changed. Drop it and go eat your damn pork- AS

Dropped- KK

Finally, I think putting down my phone. Only to have it ping again. I pick it up to read her text.

For now- 😊 KK

I leave the bathroom and hurry downstairs when I hear raised voices coming from the living room. They all quiet down when they take note of me. I feel bad for interrupting a family discussion until I see Hunter's face.

Anger is radiating from him and his glare is directed at his dad.

"Is everything okay," I ask him.

He shakes his head in disgust.

"You're not going to believe it," he answers me. "Tell her Dad. Tell all of them."

"Tell us what," Will asks Hunter. "What are you and Dad arguing about?"

"Perhaps now isn't the best time," his mom, says. She is wringing her hands so much I'm surprise she has any skin left on them.

"You already know, don't you, Mum," Hunter asks her. "That's why you agreed to come here, isn't it?"

"Hunter, please," she says to him. "Let's not do this. Its supposed to be such a happy time."

"Happy keeping secrets," he asks her. "Living a lie?"

"What lie? Is anyone going to clue the rest of us in," Will asks again.

"Tell them, Dad," Hunter says. His voice is low and measured. "Tell them or so help me God, I will."

"Son-"

"TELL THEM."

Philip is about to speak up. I think to tell Hunter to calm down, but his dad speaks first. The words that comes out of his mouth stuns us all.

"I cheated on your mother and it produced a child," he says it fast, fearing he'd lose his nerve. "A son."

"You what," Phillip asks. "Dad? When?"

"It was years ago. Many many years ago. I never meant for it to affect your lives."

"You cheated on Mum," Will asks. "We have a brother out there we know nothing about?"

"Tell them who he is," Hunter demands, unrelenting.

"You know who he is," Philip asks Hunter. He answers with a dry laugh.

"Christian Grey is your brother," his dad says, defeated.

I inhale so loudly it causes them all to look at me.

My eyes lock with Hunter's. His face fills with concern for me.

NO. No. no no no no no no. This cant be right. I'm sure I misunderstood him. This has to be Christian just popping into my head again.

My hand flies to my mouth to keep whatever's threatening to come up from my stomach in.

"He's my younger brother by seven months," Hunter tells me, then turns to his dad. "Seven months. You couldn't even wait until I was born."

Hunter's mom weeps at his words. Her cries pierce through the thick air. Its clear she wasn't aware of that part. Philip rushes to her side to comfort her.

Hunter tears his eyes away from his dad's to catch Will's. A silent conversation passes between them. Like me, Will knows that this isn't finished.

My head is already reeling with thoughts. I can't seem to catch hold of one long enough for it to take shape in my head.

"Are you going to tell them the rest," Hunter asks his dad.

"NO," his mother says coming toward him. "Not another word. I cannot bear this. Not another word of this."

"Mum? Tell me you didn't know," Hunter begs her. "Tell me you couldn't have known. You couldn't have stood by him all these years knowing."

So caught up in each other. None of them saw HB clutch his chest in pain.

"Mr. Barrington," I yell, rushing towards him. He collapses in my arms, but he is too heavy for me, so we both fall to the floor.

He is unconscious and deathly pale.

Nora and Giles appear out of thin air.

Hunter lifts me up so that they may better help him. Philip is holding his mother back while Will is on the phone with paramedics. Hunter just holds me tight as he watches Nora and Giles perform CPR on his dad.

His hold on me is fierce as he glares at his father. He stands unfazed as the man he once worshipped so much lay possibly dying at our feet.

He is void of all love for him. All I see is anger in his eyes as he looks down on him.

"Hunter," I call to him, putting my hands on his cheeks to turn his head to face me.

His icy blue eyes warm again as they stare into mine.

"He's despicable, Ana," he whispers to me before walking away.

He retreats upstairs and I follow him. I make it to the first landing before turning around to see the paramedics being let in. The scene is loud and chaotic, but I feel like its miles away. Like I'm in a dream.

My racing mind stops on Christian and Hunter.

Brothers. I've fallen in love with brothers.

Christian's gray eyes pop into my head, hurt and angry. I remember on those rare occasions when he talked about his father. He never said it out loud, but I think he assumed it was the pimp. He hated that idea. How is he going to take knowing that a man from a family he despises is his father?

My heart breaks for him, but maybe this is will help him heal. At least now he'll know his father wasn't the pimp that abused him. At least know he'll know his father made a mistake but he isn't a monster and maybe HB can tell him more about Ella. Something other than the crack whore that Christian remembers.

….

Grace's POV

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

"Its not a problem, Mrs. Grey. I must admit, though, I was more than curious when I got your call."

"I can imagine so," I smile nervously at him. "My son speaks very highly of you and I sought you out because of him."

"Mrs. Grey, I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to speak about Mr. Grey to anyone."

"No, no. It isn't him with whom I need to discuss with you. You see, I want to hire you, but the subject matter is very personal and I need to ensure that it won't get back to my son or to anyone for that matter."

"Of course, Mrs. Grey. As my client, I can assure you of complete confidentiality and discretion."

"Thank you, Mr. Welch. I can see why my son trusts you so much."

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