Fifty Shades of Life – Chapter 8
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I stare blankly at the note, my heart beating frantically.

Why are you looking for me?

I reread the lines over and over in my head. What? All the possibilities run through my head, but the most obvious answer is right in front of me. Christian's father knows I'm looking. I want to slap myself. You idiot! Why were you looking for him in the first place! Should I tell Christian? No. A rage a war with myself but decide that telling Christian is not a possibility. Sawyer? Taylor? No. They'd all be really mad at me. Why did I do this? What if something happens to Christian? Little Blip? No. I must not tell anyone. Maybe… if I just ignore it, nothing will happen. Maybe, Christian's father is just curious. Another knock to my door.

"Mrs. Grey? Sawyer here. May I come in?"

I look around in a panic as I scrunch the note up and throw it deep into the draw of the desk.

"Um, yeah sure."

Sawyer comes in and looks questioningly at me. He studies my face which I'm sure has gone pale.

"Are you alright? You look a little pale. Mr. Grey told me to keep an eye out for you."

"Don't you have to keep an eye of for me anyway?" I sigh in relief. He thinks it's nausea from being pregnant.

He chuckles. "That's true ma'am. Mr. Grey instructed me to tell you that he will be picking you up later on to see the new house."

"Oh. Okay, thanks Sawyer."

He exits and I pick up another manuscript to continue. Even though the note is locked up away in the drawer, it won't stop haunting me. I've read 30 pages of the manuscript but nothing has registered in my mind. I sigh. This isn't helping. I take out the note and stare at it again. What could this mean?

So lost in thought, I jump when my blackberry vibrates. It's Christian.

"Mrs. Grey." He croons.

"Hi." I breathe.

"I'm downstairs."

"I'll be down in a few."

I hang up. I stuff the manuscript into my workbag, and tidy my desk. Making sure to lock the drawer, I leave to see my husband.

Christian is leaning against the car door. He grins as I appear. Reaching him, he wraps his arms tightly around me and buries his face into my hair. All my worries seem to disappear. Christian opens the door for me.

"Wait! What about my car?"

"Sawyer will take it home."

I climb into the backseat of the car. "Hi Taylor."

"Hello ."

Christian climbs in next to me and pulls me into his arms.

"I missed you." He kisses my cheek. "How was your day?"

"Busy." I rattle on about my day, excluding the little note that I received.

We continue small talk until we reach the house. Exiting the car, Elliot runs up to us. "Hey! Want me to show you guys around? But only the outside, it might be too dangerous to go in at the moment."

I flop down on the sofa, exhausted. Mentally and physically. Christian goes to the kitchen to pour some wine.

"Mr. Grey? May I have a glass?"

Christian appears beside me, only one glass in his hand with a frown on your face. "Ana, you're pregnant. I don't think it's wise-"

"Christian, I'm fine."

"No, Ana."

I huff and cross my arms like a five year old child. Christian sits beside me and wraps his arm around me. "So, what do you think?"

"About what?"

"The house."

"It's amazing. I love how well it's turning out."

"I'm glad."

Christian puts his glass down and leans in to kiss me. The soft, gentle kiss turns into more. Fire and passion. I press my body to his as his hands weave into my hair. I can feel his tongue asking for entrance and I open my mouth without hesitation. He lifts me up and carries me to our room. Putting me down, I unbutton my shirt and pull my skirt off. Leaving me only in my panties.

"May I?" I ask Christian. He nods.

I untuck his shirt, pulling his tie off, before slowly and sensually unbuttoning his shirt. Looking him in the eye so he knows what I'm about to do, I slowly lean down to plant a kiss on his chest. He moans.

He grabs my face and presses his lips to mine once more. He pushes me down on the bed and his shirt is already gone. He starts to kiss down my next to the tops of my breasts as his hands move behind me to unbuckle my bra. His hands move up to cup my breasts, my back arching. His lips move to my right breast, his tongue flicking my nipple. I grab his hair. One of his hands cupping my breast, the other trails down my body, under my panties as he cups me. I thrust my hips against his hands, but he moves it away.

"Christian." I groan.

"Behave."

Again, he places a finger at my entrance, but this time, he slowly pushes it in. It takes all my willpower not to thrust my hips upwards.

"Ana, you're so wet." He groans.

He stops to pull my panties off, as well as his pants and boxers. Positioning himself at my entrance, he grabs both my legs and puts them over his shoulders. He thrusts into me. Hard.

I cry out, my hands grabbing the sheets. Christian is grunting as he slams harder and harder into me. He's going so deep because of the position we're in. His hands are resting on my thighs. He reaches down with one hand to cup my breast, pinching my nipple gently. I can feel myself tighten, as Christian thrusts harder and faster.

"Ana, let go." And with that, I release. Crying out incoherent things. Christians follows soon after, his body stilling. He pulls out of me as he plants a gentle kiss on my lips.

"I love you Mr.s Grey."

"I love you too."

He pulls me close, with my head on his chest, as I fall asleep soundlessly.