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Christian's P.O.V.
Switching on the engines I make my way down to the deck to pull in the 's been nice being out here; as always. I know we could of made it here quicker if we just took a plane. But I wanted some alone time with my Ana seeing that we were apart for two painful months.
We made it to Californian waters noon yesterday but I wanted to spend one last night with Ana at sea; what a night that was. Even after five years of marriage I have it bad for her; and she knows. I can tell I have the same effect on her too which makes me delighted.
I grab onto the wheel and begin to head east for land. I decided that instead of going straight to Los Angeles, we'll stay in Santa Monica so that we're close to The Grace.
Taylor and Sawyer have already left earlier this morning to prepare for our arrival; doing a thorough inspecting over every inch of the suite. I will not have anyone or anything coming anywhere's near Anastasia.
Though I still have the urge to fix this myself, I realize now that Anastasia needs to be by my side more. It's where I can insure she's always stays safe.
Ana's P.O.V.
"There!" Christian finishes tying up The Grace while I try and watch him from the side. It's too bright out. It's even cutting threw my sunglasses.
I look around, there's tones of boats here; much more than the dock where The Grace lies. I guess this must be a popular spot for them seeing that the weather is hot. And of course it's California!
Looking around to my right, my eyes catch a man that is at the end of the dock who is staring at me intensely; making me quite uncomfortable. He's just about Christian's hight, but with dark brown hair. I squint my eyes seeing if I can see his face better; nope don't know him. He begins to move further out of my sight for some reason after I notice him.
He just wants in your panties Ana. I roll my eyes.
"Now Mrs. Grey," my head swings back to Christian, "we have a car to catch. Do you have everything you need from the boat?"
"Yeah I think so." My gaze falls down at my bags that sit beside me. Sawyer comes and pics both of them up and take them to the black SUV that's waiting.
Christian and I walk hand in hand just like all the other couples around here. We leisurely make our way down to the main boardwalk; mostly because it's filled with people.
There's lots of girls here with their bikinis on; much to my disliking because I'm sure Christian's enjoying it. I roll my eyes at the thought. If I could switch that part of his brain off I would.
Then he wouldn't be attracted to you. I shake my head; I would be the exception to that switch. There, problem solved.
Every girl we walk pass flips their hair to get noticed by him; I have a urge to want to slap every one of them for eye fucking my husband.
I look up to Christian who is hiding his eyes behind his aviator sun glasses; how convenient.
It's sunny out Ana.
As we make our way closer to are waiting SUV a tall, fit and tanned brunette runs up to Christian. She's only wearing cut off shorts and a bikini top; I know exactly what's probably going through Christian's brain at the moment.
"Hey," She purrs. Am I just invisible to her?
Yes, can't you tell?
"Hello," He utters casually.
He's probably thinking about the playroom. I begin to fumble with my free hand, trying to get rid of the unwelcome thought.
"You're Christian Grey right?" She flashes her perfectly white teeth.
Shit
"Yes," he answers.
She runs a hand through her hair and gives him a wink.
FUCKING BITCH!
My body stiffens and I frown. All of a sudden I feel self-concise again; like I'm the invader.
"What's wrong?" Christian asks me. I move my head to my right so he can't see me. Of course he knows my body just froze up, "Ana?" There's worry in his voice.
We stop and Christian grabs my other hand moving me around. He then releases my his hands from mine; placing one around my waist and tilting my chin up with the other. I'm force to look up at him. The girl runs ahead but stops to look at us, well him. She's still eye fucking him; she wants what's mine.
You sound like Christian! I shake my head.
Christian gazes at me for what seems the longest moment of my life. He's studying me; trying to figure everything out I guess.
He tightens his hold on me and bends down to plant a long wet kiss on my lips. He only ever does those kinds if he wants people to notice; he must know what's bothering me.
"Don't get jealous. She's a sexual predator, not my type remember?" I nod and look down at my intertwined fingers.
"She's pretty." I begin to fumble with them; turning my wedding ring around a few times. How come even after five years of marriage I still get jealous like this?
It's only with other brunettes you do.
"Yes she is," I feel like someone punched me in the stomach. I want to run away but Christian quickly moves my head up to his, "But you're beautiful and sexy as hell." I can't help but smile with that. He plants another wet kiss on lips, "She's got nothing on you Mrs. Grey." I nod
"Come." He puts his arm around my shoulders, I put my arms around his waist; putting my hand in his back pocket. I nuzzle myself into Christian chest and he plants another kiss on my head as we walk past a now angry and jealous brunette. Feeling brave, I stick my tongue out at her; completely immature but I wasn't going to let that wink go unnoticed.
We arrive at the SUV and Christian opens the left door for me to get in first. I slide to the middle while Christian takes the door side.
The drive only lasts about five minutes till we arrive at our hotel. Taylor gets our bags and we head up to our room.
Our room is almost as big as Escala in a way. There's two floors with two bedrooms; two washrooms; a full kitchen; dining room; family room; and two mini balconies off each bedroom.
"Christian-" Words can't even describe this place; it's much more bigger than any other place we've ever stayed at. It looks way too big for just a hotel room.
"Look at this," he grabs my hand and leads me to a long sheer curtain that's hiding a window? I arch an eyebrow up at him and he smirks.
"Close your eyes." I close them shut, I want to peek but I don't want to ruin his fun. I hear Christian move the curtain aside and open a door? He takes my hand and pulls me with him while he keeps muttering to keep them closed.
"Ok open." My eyes spring open and we're outside on a terrace; our own private terrace! I walk around the slate stile floor and spot a set of two outdoor lounge chairs around a outdoor fireplace; I can already picture Christian and I spending time out her. I walk around to the railing; we have a multi million dollar view of all of the Santa Monica beach and pier! This is perfect!
"It's wonderful Christian!" I turn to him and his face lights up with a huge grin. He walks over an embraces me trailing kisses along my neck. I wonder if he ever thought of staying in a normal place. I mean, I know we can afford it but he doesn't have to worry about me not liking a place; it doesn't bother me.
"I thought you might like it."
"How long are we going to be stay here for?" I ask simply. Christian releases me and starts to pace while running both his hands through his hair. Jeez what did I say?
"I don't know Anastasia. One to six maybe, could be longer." He mumbles quickly but quietly.
"Days?"
"No."
"Weeks?"
"No."
"MONTHS?!"
Christian sighs, "Anastasia-" I gape at him for a moment, "Yes but it may turn into longer, depending on how quick we can catch these people."
"I know, but it can't take that long to find them. I mean it's only a few people and you've already caught a couple." I try to reason with him.
He shuts his eyes briefly; reopening them a moment later and forces a smile, "Yes but I just want to make sure."
Jeez somethings on his mind I can tell.
Change the subject!
"This place must cost a bit." I blurt out knowing quite well his mood might lighten.
"Thirty five million baby. We own this room and this view." He utters proudly.
I gape at him, "Since when?"
"About four days ago."
"You should of told me Christian."
"It was to say 'I'm sorry'. I know the past two months was hell." His voice cracks.
"You didn't need to buy another penthouse Christian! I was just planing on asking for several rounds of kinky-makeup fuckery."
"Kinky fuckery?" He raises an eyebrow and a smile begins to play on his lips.
I nod and bite my lip. That is what I was planning on asking for.
His eyes turn dark, "What did you have in mind?" His voice is horsed.
"I'll let you decide." I smirk up at him.
"I want you to decide Anastasia." He'a amassed and waiting for my answer.
"Do you have our silver tie with you?" I bite my lip.
"Unfortunately, no but I'm sure I can get one." He shakes his head as if he's trying to change his mood.
"Let me run you a bath?" He asks.
Guess we'll have a rain check on that then.
"You're not going to join me?"
"No I just have to do some work if you want me all to yourself."
"Ok." Christian heads off to the bathroom to get everything ready for me.
Putting my hair up in a large white towel, I exit the bathroom in search of Christian. I've missed having long bathes but it would of been better if Christian had joined me. I see his hair just peaking over the large cream sofa.
"What do you want to do for the rest of the day? I was think we could go to the pier or something." I head to the kitchen and put the kettle on. I've always wanted to go to the pier and ride the roller coaster.
No answer.
"Or not, what do you want to do?"
No answer again.
I walk back into the room and walk around the sofa and see Christian has fallen asleep on the couch; snoring peacefully. It's unusual for him to; but he's been worrying a lot lately. My nerves have been shot to. Though I trust Christian to keep me safe; he always takes away my worry in the worst of times.
My eyes catch the papers that are scattered over the glass coffee table. My eyes quickly skim over them and back to Christian.
Noise! I roll my eyes, it can't hurt to look at them. I mean, Christian did say 'What's mine is now yours too' just a little peak wont hurt.
I pick up a few pages and skim over them. Most of they have to do with Ros taking over Grey House when Christian is away. I place them back down and pick up the two brown file folders. I flip them around but there unmarked. I decide to open one of them. There's a list of ten names which I presume are the extra security Christian has hired. I quickly close it when Christian stirs.
"No." He mutters but drifts back off. Fuck It's not like Christian to fall asleep with all this left out on the table.
I shake my head, my attention falls to the other brown folder. I am hesitant to open it but soon get the guts to do so and read the contents.
A/N: I'm sorry this wasn't the best written chapter. There are probably loads of spelling and grammar errors all over the place LOL!
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