***December***

CPOV

"Christian, are you listening? The Professor is talking to you," Ana whispers quietly.

I can't stop staring at my Firecracker, she's so beautiful. She's wearing those dark rimmed glasses with her hair up in a bun and it makes my imagination run wild. I picture Anastasia as the hot and sexy as hell librarian I'd fuck until she splits in two. I would fuck her hard, so hard that I'd make her scream my name out so loud that the entire campus could hear her.

"You really have to look at both sides of the transaction, the buyer and the seller. And yes, sometimes in order for the transaction to be a complete success you do have to compromise," Professor Richard Hare says as he looks in our direction.

I feel Ana kick me under the table and I'm brought back from the sex fantasy that I plan on fulfilling later this evening with my Firecracker.

"What's your thought on that, Mr. Grey?"

Fucking Hare! I can't stand this arrogant bastard. I know he calls me Mr. Grey just to piss me off. Little does that fucker know, that's how everyone will address me when I become rich and powerful. Him addressing me by my surname only fuels my fire and will to succeed.

I'll be rich and he'll still be a professor teaching a business class at Harvard. Students will come and go and he'll always be a miserable little shit!

I didn't want to take Hare's business class. I would have much preferred to take Professor Emerson's class, but for whatever reason Emerson's classes are always filled.

Apparently the girls go crazy for him. I just want to learn from the best but at the same time a part of me was relieved that Ana couldn't get into Emerson's class. I actually did get in, but I didn't want to leave Ana alone to deal with Hare.

There is something off about this fucker. I don't need him lusting over my girl and trying to get into her panties. Her panties belong to me. She belongs to me! I've made that more than perfectly clear with everyone that gets within two feet of her! Ana has been more than patient with me but sometimes I feel like I am beginning to smother her. I just can't lose her. I'd go mad without her.

"I'm waiting, Christian," Hare says as he rolls forward and back on his feet. The bastard doesn't think I've been paying attention.

Everyone thinks I'm whipped over my Firecracker. That may be the case but I'm still aware of my surroundings. I know and sense everything that's happening around me. I'm like fucking Spiderman and I have Spidey senses. Let me show you how it is, you fucktard!

"Christian, eh? I prefer you addressing me by surname as you always have," I say as I cock my head.

"Very well. What say you, Mr. Grey?"

"I say, fuck compromise."

You can hear an audible gasp from the class but I don't give a shit. Fuck this asshole! He thinks I don't notice him leering over my girl's shoulder, slightly inhaling her scent, and eye-fucking her every chance he gets?!

We'd be better off in Emerson's class, he doesn't lay on the charm...that fucker has a natural ability to charm the panties off women without even trying!

Christ! I'm fucked both ways! I know my baby has no interest in this fucktard but I'm not so sure she'd be able to resist the charm of Emerson!

How am I to keep all these fuckers away from my girl?!

"Fuck compromise, you say? Well, it's not that easy. Care to elaborate, Mr. Grey?"

"Fuck yeah! I'd be happy to!" I say spewing venom back at him. I get in my "I'm a CEO" mode and let him have it with both barrels.

"Well, you have this precious commodity and you know that everyone wants to get their filthy hands all over it. You have to do everything within your power to keep this commodity precious and safe in your hands...or rather my hands because I can assure you, no one is touching what's mine. No fucking one!"

"And how would you ensure that no one would take this precious commodity of yours? I'm dying to know your secret, Mr. Grey."

"Well, Professor Dick Hare, if I told you that, then I'd be giving away my trade secret. One of many that I will have in the future."

"Well, Mr. Grey, if you are to be as successful as you claim, you will have many people working below you. How are you to ensure their trust?" He says this in such a fucking condescending manner. I feel my hands balling up into fists.

The anger is boiling inside of me and the monster that I somehow have managed to contain recently wants nothing more than to be unleashed and to rip that fucker Hare apart.

I suddenly feel the calming touch of my Firecracker; she places her hand on my back and rubs soothing circles around me.

God, she's good, always knowing what I need. I look to Ana and give her a small smile, a smile reserved only for my Firecracker.

I regain my control and say, "I don't need to ensure their trust."

"Oh? That doesn't sound like a very well thought out plan...Christian."

Fucker!

"I said I prefer Mr. Grey!" I shout.

APOV

Oh, God, Christian, what are you thinking? Please calm down baby. I quickly grab his hand and gently squeeze it. Come back to me, Christian, please. I hope he can feel me speaking to him via my touch.

I've noticed at times that Christian occasionally "checks out" and I see anger and rage in his eyes. It's scared me on more than one occasion but I also know that my touch can bring him back to me, away from the darkness that envelops him.

I was nervous about us moving in together because of his night terrors but oddly enough, he doesn't have night terrors or panic attacks when I'm with him. He calls me his dream girl because when I'm with him the nightmares no longer penetrate his subconscious mind.

I feel the tension leave his body as he takes a deep cleansing breath.

"Forgive me, Mr. Grey. That doesn't sound like a very well thought out plan," Professor Hare says once more.

I don't like Professor Hare, he gives me the creeps. I would rather have taken Professor Emerson's class. The man has a brilliant mind but apparently the girls on campus are more interested in Professor Emerson's looks which is why I was unable to get into his class.

A part of me thinks that Christian was relieved that I wasn't able to get into his class. Knowing Christian as well as I do, he probably thinks I want to get into Professor Emerson's pants...he's become so paranoid about losing me lately.

It may have something to do with his birth mother. I think he has abandonment issues, but any time I try to discuss it with him, he either shuts down or sexes me up. It's usually the latter and I don't mind at all, the sex is always mind-blowing but I do want to get to the heart of the matter so he can move on from what is ailing him.

I love Christian so much, he really has no idea. I fear that I, too, am so deeply in love with him that I think I'd die if I were to lose him. It's more than being physically close; our souls have connected on such a level that it tends to frighten me. So consumed are we with each other that there are times when I don't know where I end and he begins. We are that close.

"Well I assure you, Professor, I have thought things through. I tend to think ten steps ahead of the average person, so while they're still at point A, I've already made my plans and moved towards point L."

"I see, and what does point L have to do with ensuring your employees' trust?" Professor Hare asks once more.

"It doesn't," my hot boyfriend says with cool confidence, drenching my panties with every word, along with those of the entire female and some of the male class.

Yup, they want my man but it ain't gonna happen.

I can see Professor Hare's patience is wearing thin but Christian doesn't care, he remains cool, calm, and very much in control while Hare is sweating; you can see he's hanging by a thread, ready to combust in flaming anger.

"Again, Mr. Grey, trust and your employees."

"I won't need it."

"And why is that, Mr. Grey?"

"Because I will have all my employees sign an NDA," Christian says in his "I'm large and in charge" CEO voice.

God, I'm so ready for him to take me now! Right on this damn desk! He's going to be the hottest CEO ever! I can already see our future together with him taking me on his office desk. Geez, I'm such a horn dog when it comes to Christian!

Professor Hare smirks and doesn't attempt to stifle his laugh. Arrogant bastard!

"An NDA?" Hare says with condescending air.

"Oh, please allow me to explain." Christian says coolly while the class laughs at Hare's remark.

"An NDA is a non-disclosure..."

"I know what an NDA is, you arrogant Ivy League spoiled prick!"

Holy moly! What the hell was that all about?!

The silence is deadly and I can feel the entire class on the edge of their seats...except, of course, my Christian.

He merely smiles, crosses his leg over his knee, and says, "Well then, since you do know what an NDA is, there's no reason to explain now, is there?"

And with his final words our class is dismissed and I silently think, in a Christian Grey kind of way... 'Thank fuck!'

Christian grabs my hand and practically drags me out of the classroom. He pulls me off to a secluded corner and kisses me hard. His lips push against mine as he thrusts his tongue, forcing me to part my mouth.

He's kissing me violently and for a moment, I find that I'm scared. I want to push him off and for whatever reason, perhaps he feels my trepidation, he pulls away.

He walks back and forth, pacing like a caged animal. I don't know what to do so I stand there, trying to recover my equilibrium.

He continues to pace back and forth and finally he speaks, "Can you believe that fucker? He has the nerve to call me an arrogant Ivy league spoiled prick?! That fucker has no idea who I am or what sort of hell that I've lived through. He's so fucking lucky that he's protected by this establishment or else God help me, I would have ripped that fucker to shreds in front of the entire fucking class!"

"Christian, what was that all about? I don't understand?" I ask as I try to help my boyfriend deal with his demons.

"You were there Ana! You saw it right before your eyes, didn't you?!" Christian shouts at me.

CPOV

Ana's eyes widen as she tries to indiscriminately back away.

Shit! I've scared her! I can't have her leave me because of my fuckedupness, I cannot lose her. She is my light in the ugly world of darkness that's surrounded me for far too long. Anastasia is my everything, she is my world, and I want to be her world.

"Oh no you don't, I don't ever want you to back away from me baby. I would die if you left me," I say as I grab her by the waist and pepper her beautiful face with kisses.

Ana sighs and kisses me back, "Oh Christian..."

"You know that, don't you baby?" I ask, begging for her to understand the depths of my love and need for her.

It's more like your fucking obsession with her dummy! You need help, this shit isn't healthy!

"Christian, don't say things like that," Ana whispers quietly as she nuzzles my chest.

"Like what? That I would die without you? That I would not exist if you left me? I only say it because it's true, my Firecracker."

"Christian, you would not die if you didn't have me, do you understand? You can't say things like that. You can't mean things like that. It's...it's not healthy, it's not...normal," she says with exasperation and I cannot help but laugh.

"What's so funny Christian? I'm being serious and you're laughing at me."

"Well, you said my feelings for you are not normal," I laugh again.

"And why is that funny?" she asks once more.

"I'm not normal Ana. I guess it's just the irony of your statement is all."

"Look Christian, I'm not saying that our relationship is wrong..."

"Well I should hope not, baby," I say as I wrap her tighter around me.

"But..."

Oh shit! There's that "but" and that can only mean bad things.

"But, I feel as though we just went into this relationship too fast and too hard."

"Oh Firecracker, you do know that's how I like it, baby," I say as I rub my excited cock against her and hear an audible gasp.

"Christian, let's get out of here. Let's go back to your place and...you know."

"Ana, it's our place now. Please stop referring to it as my place. It's our place, yours and mine, get it?"

"Not yet, but I would certainly like to...get it."

"Oh yes, my Rose," I say as I cup her little Rosebud, "Let's get out of here and get it."

APOV

We arrive at our place. Our place. It still takes time for me to come to the realization that Christian and I are living together. Things have happened so fast for us but the transition of moving in together was slim to none. I've even managed to make the place feel warm and welcoming.

"Ana, I left something in my bike. Go on up and I'll meet you there."

"Ok baby," I say, "I'll be sure to change into something with easy...access."

Christian smiles and says, "I'll be sure to hurry back."

I watch Christian head towards his motorcycle; I really love that bike, the vibrations of it make me that much more horny and it makes me want Christian more than ever if that's at all possible.

I get to our place, open the door, and I see it...a full moon on display, a firm and well-toned ass up in the air.

"God, Elliot, please! Don't stop, don't stop!"

It takes me a moment to focus on what's happening right before my eyes. I'm frozen. It's Elliot! He's tasting someone's world and she's loving every slurp.

"Oh God, Andie, you taste so fucking good, baby!" Elliot moans as he thrusts harder and harder inside of this Andie person's world.

"Elliot, baby! Yes, yes! Oh now, Elliot, please!" she shouts. "I need you inside of me!"

"Are you ready, baby? Are you ready for The Elliot's Throbbing Python of Love?!"

"Yes, dammit, take me now!"

And with those words, Elliot gets up from Andie's world, gets on his knees, and slams into Andie fast and hard and they continue to fuck like maniacs and I still stand there...watching the show.

It's kinda hot and I know I should say something but I can't...I'm mesmerized and a part of me can't help but wonder if this is what Christian and I look like when we go at it like fast and hard.

"Oh Andie, yes baby! Yes!"

"Elliot, please, harder baby, faster! Oh yeah, fuck me hard! Oh! Oh!"

"That's it Andie, oh yeah! Come on baby! Give it to me baby! Let me have it! Oh! Oh!"

"Elliot! Oh! Oh! Yes!"

They both shout as they come loud and hard...

"What the fuck is going on here?!" I turn to see Christian.

Holy shit! How long has he been standing there? Did he see me enjoying the show? Fuck me! I'm so busted!

"Hey, little brother, what's up?" Elliot says as he jumps off of Andie and quickly grabs some boxers.

Andie grabs a blanket and quickly attempts to cover up as well. I try not to stare but I'm drawn to the visual, it's hot.

"Um...Hi Christian, hello Anastasia."

I look to this Andie person and it hits me. Holy fuck!

"Andrea? Andrea from Mr. Bartley's?" I say in complete surprise.

"Uh yeah...it's me," she murmurs as she blushes many shades of red.

Hmph. At least I'm not the only one.

I look to Elliot and I cannot help but laugh! He's wearing the funniest boxers that I've ever seen! They're blue with the word, "Big" and a picture of a rooster, meaning Big Cock.

"For God's sake Ell, can you cover up!" Christian yells.

"Oh come on bro, relax. Don't you like my boxers?" Elliot chuckles.

I cannot help but laugh out loud and before I know what's happening, I open my big mouth and say, "I think your boxers are funny, Elliot! Very entertaining to say the least."

Christian shoots me a death glare but fortunately Andrea takes over and says, "Oh Ana, the treasure hiding inside these boxers is much more entertaining." She then gets up, wraps the blanket around her and says, "If you'll excuse me, I'll go get...decent."

Elliot spanks her bottom and says, "Not too decent, Andie, we're not done yet!"

"Oh for God's sake, Ell! Really?! I don't need to hear this shit!"

"Relax bro, I come bearing good news."

"What's the good news? That you're crashing here?"

"No bro, the entire family is on their way..."

"What? Here?! Oh God, no!"

"Easy bro, not here exactly...but we're here for the Water Fire show in Providence. Dad and Mom got us all special seating and they thought it would be a good opportunity to bring attention to their Coping Together charity."

I look to Christian and I swear he cringes; about what, I wonder?

Christian's phone vibrates and as he reads whatever message he received, it brings a smile to his face. Thank goodness for that!

"Ana, let's get out of here. We have some business to address. Elliot, if you plan on staying here, we need to discuss the dress code."

"Hey, no problem, bro, I hadn't planned on this happening but since I hooked up with Andie, I think it would be better if I got a nice hotel room where we can finish what we started. Dude! Andie has the best..."

"I get it, Ell, and I don't need to hear it. Give Andrea my best and you better be gone when we return."

"Sure thing, bro, and Ana?"

"Yes, Elliot?"

"Congrats on moving in together. My baby brother is much nicer since he met you."

I can't help but blush. "Thanks, Elliot, I hope to see you again soon."

"You can count on it! Laters baby!"

Christian extends his hand and says, "Ana, come."

I put my hand in his and he practically drags me out of the apartment. He's angry...I think.

"Christian?"

He doesn't answer me, he keeps walking.

"Christian, please slow down. It's hard for me to keep up with your strides."

Still no answer, he's behaving so childishly. He's so frustrating when he shuts down and refuses to speak. I've had enough of this!

"Christian, let me go!" I shout.

He immediately stops. Looks at me with sadness and I can see his pain again...the pain that runs so deep...I've not seen that look in his eyes since we've been together and it makes me sad to see it now.

"Please don't say that, Firecracker. Please don't demand that I let you go..."

"Christian, what's wrong with you? You're so upset. I'm only trying to find out what's wrong, how can I help you?"

"You can help me by promising to never leave me, Ana. I need you...please, baby."

"I'm not going anywhere, please talk to me."

"First things first. I got a message that there's an opening for Professor Emerson's class. I want to speak to him about our upcoming assignments. I want him to know that we plan on taking his class very seriously and I also would like to know his thoughts on some ideas that I have running around in my head."

"Wait a sec! You mean you changed my schedule without checking with me!? Christian, you can't do that. You can't control me like this. It's not right, you're turning into a borderline..." Shit! I almost said "stalker!"

"Stalker?" Christian says as he reads my mind.

"Well, yes."

"I have to do this, Ana, I have to know that you're safe."

"Christian, you're scaring me. I can take care of myself, you know. I'm not helpless."

"You don't understand Ana, I need to do this. I have to."

I take a deep breath and sigh. This isn't the time or place to have this discussion.

"I don't understand why, Christian, and for now, I'll let it go. Let's just do what you want to do and go back home."

Christian smiles and says, "I have a better idea but let's see Emerson first; his office hours are over but I'm sure he can squeeze us in for a bit."

APOV

I'm so angry at Christian for changing my class schedule without asking me for permission. I know this stems from his abandonment issues but it still isn't right. He's in need of some therapy but since we've been together he's said that I am the only therapy he needs. Although his words are heartwarming, I know they cannot cure what is hurting him and he needs to face these demons head on.

I've told Christian over and over again that I would gladly support him. I've also mentioned joint therapy sessions. He's turned me down cold saying that he doesn't want me to know how ugly he is inside. His words hurt and cut me to my core; how can he hate himself like that?

A selfish part of me hurts because I wonder how can he truly love me if he doesn't love himself? He needs to get well for himself, for me, and for our love. I want his love, I want it all without him having to worry about this so called "monster" that he has inside of him.

As we approach Professor Emerson's office I hear a woman in distress. She's shouting and it sounds like she being attacked.

"Oh my God! No please! Don't! Stop! Please!"

"You will listen to me and do as I say! Are we clear?!"

"Christian, we have to help! Someone's being hurt!" I shout as I run towards the cries for help.

"Ana wait!"

I bust open the door and it's like I'm having a flashback to half an hour ago.

It's quite a sight to behold.

I see two people lost in their passionate lovemaking...or are they fucking? Who the hell knows, the only thing I can think is, "Holy hell, that looks hot!"

She has one leg above his shoulder and her other leg is wrapped around him pushing his ass against her, forcing him to fuck her harder. I wonder if I'm that flexible? This is something Christian and I must try!

Then it hits me, holy crap! It's Professor Emerson!

"Gabriel, please, I'm ready."

"Angie, my love, patience. We've only been at it for two hours, my love..."

Holy fuck! TWO HOURS! Who the hell is this man?!

"Don't tease me, Gabe, I'm yours, all yours, and I need to come...please."

"Angie, because you have been such a good girl, I will make you come...are you ready, my love?" The Professor asks as he repositions the woman's legs, allowing me a better look at her face...

Oh my hell! Angie? It's Coach Angie Bowness! What the fuck! Thank God her eyes are closed or else we would be looking straight at each other.

Holy hell, the man can fuck and what an amazing ass he has! I feel myself getting wet just watching. I'm a perv! What's wrong with me?!

Next thing I know I feel someone cover my eyes and mouth. I know it's Christian and although he saved me from what could have been one of my most embarrassing moments ever, I find myself slightly irritated at him for pulling me away from the show.

"Oh my gosh, Christian," I whisper as we back away and quietly close the door. "Did you see that? Professor Emerson and Coach Angie. Wow!"

Christian looks at me with a smirk and says, "Never mind that baby. What the hell was going on with you? Looks to me like you were enjoying the show."

I feel myself getting warm and I know I'm blushing. This is so embarrassing. How do I tell my extremely jealous boyfriend that I was aroused watching the Professor and Coach Angie going at it?

"I'm sorry Christian, it just caught me off guard. I mean twice in one night...what are the odds?"

"A million to one," Christian says as he takes my hand and we make a quiet escape but not before we hear them both yell as they explode together.

"Yes! Yes! Oh! Fuck yeah!"

Christian and I look to each other and smile. This has been in interesting evening and it's far from over!

A/N

Hi everyone, I want to let you all know that I now have a BETA. I would like to give HUGE props to my girl Ordlas. I knew my writing needed some tweaks here and there but damn! It really needed LOTS of tweaks and I thank you for not attacking my writing skills or lack thereof.

Please review and remember to check out my FB page for the visuals. Elliot's cock is really funny!

Cheers,

Rosie :D