Six Days Later
Ana
"Yes, God, Christian, Yes!" I moan loudly as I close my eyes in pleasure. I open my eyes to see his head is thrown back, his mouth drops open in ecstasy and his hands gripping my hips as I ride him harder and harder.
"Fuck, baby," he moans and grips my hips harder. Soon we are both moaning out our release. I fall on top of his sweaty chest carefully, so I don't put too much pressure on my pregnant belly.
I close my eyes in utter exhaustion. This is the first time in a week and a half that we have had sex. I woke up today to the sounds of soft moaning coming from Christian's side of the bed. I looked over at him, and he was clearly having a very nice dream with his obvious erection straining against the sheets. I licked my lips as the familiar throbbing in my core caused me to lean over, take the covers off his body, and slowly lowered myself onto his massive erection. When his eyes flew open, and the look of absolute ecstasy came over his face, I knew that he was suffering more than he let on, which made me even more guilty.
I thought that pregnancy would have increased my sex drive, as some would say, but in my case, it has done the opposite it seems. Before my morning sickness hit earlier in my pregnancy, Christian and I would have sex constantly. Well, as much as we could while we lived in the shelter. We would always find the time to be intimate, but it seemed that all my energy had been non-existent here lately.
I hate it. I don't know what it is, but I thought that after my morning sickness lessened, I would have more energy and that meant more sex. I can tell that it is affecting Christian and I hate being the one to frustrate him. He keeps telling me that he understands because I am pregnant, but I can still tell that he has become more and more disappointed each day when we go to sleep without making love.
Today was the first day in about two weeks that I have been in the mood to have sex. I have been having cravings randomly while he was at work, but they soon went away when he had gotten home. I love Christian, and I am extremely attracted to him, and I love having alone time with him, but all I seem to want to do is sleep. I do have some bouts of nausea every once in a while and that alone does not help the situation.
I close my eyes in frustration. What the hell is wrong with me? Christian's breathing returns to normal as he runs his hand down my back and soon his fingers find my sex. He slowly starts to rub me and he groans. I bite my lip and close my eyes tightly. I know he wants to go again, and I am tired, but I don't want to let him down. It has been too long, and I know that he will want to make love to me again, I just don't know if I can.
"Oh, baby. God, I missed you," he groans in my ear as his thumb circled my clitoris. He inserts a single finger into my sex. I whimper as he gently moves me on my back and kisses down from my neck to my bump as he slowly thrusts his finger in and out of my sex. "You're so tight. Baby, I need you again," he moans as he takes his other hand and starts fisting himself. His erection is now hard and thick once again. I look down at him and bite my lip as he stares at me with a pleading expression. He needs me again, and I can't deny him.
I nod, and he moans, and slowly he replaces his finger with his cock. He moans and his head is thrown back in pleasure as he slowly thrusts inside of me. He places his hands on my hips and starts pushing a little harder. I put my arms over my head and clench the sheets. I close my eyes and try to let myself go. I try to enjoy the feeling of him inside of me, but I am having trouble getting back in the mood. He needs this. I think to myself as I try not to whimper.
"You are so beautiful," he groans and my eyes fly open in shock. He stares at me with so much love it nearly knocks the wind right out of me. Tears fill my eyes as he softly runs his hand down my bump and slows down his thrusts, making love to me. He is making me feel so beautiful, it makes me want to cry. He is touching me so lovingly, so tenderly that I start to weep into my arms that are still thrown over my head.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he frowns in concern and stops moving his hips.
I put my hands over my face and continue to weep. I understand why I have not been in the mood here recently. It's all so clear now.
I don't feel attractive. I feel fat, and I don't feel good about myself. I know it is stupid, and I should feel beautiful because I am carrying a baby, our miracle, but I can't help but be self-conscious of my new body. I don't like Christian seeing me naked. I don't like him seeing the forming stretch marks that are over my protruding stomach. Sometimes I feel gross and fat, and I don't want Christian to see how much my body has changed. It's stupid to feel this way because he always lets me know how beautiful I am. How much he loves me.
"Hey, Hey, Hey," he coos and pulls out of me causing me to wince. He climbs behind me and spoons me. He holds me in his arms while tears roll down my cheeks. I feel so stupid right now. Stupid hormones.
"Why are you crying? I hate it when you cry, baby. Did I hurt you? Did I pressure you? Please, baby, tell me," he begs as he runs his hand soothingly down my bump.
I take a deep breath and try to calm down. I wipe my face with the end of the pillow case and gently turn around, so I am facing Christian. He is staring at me wide-eyed. He immediately places his hand on my cheek and stares at me with concern.
"I'm sorry. Something just hit me all of the sudden," I sniffle and give him a small smile.
He frowns and caresses my cheek with his thumb. "What hit you, baby?"
"Why I didn't want to have sex," I whisper, and his eyes go wide.
"Did I do something, Ana? I don't care if we don't have sex. Your pregnant, and you are tired. I don't expect you to want to have sex all the time. I don't want to pressure you, and if that is why-," he panics and starts to ramble, so I cut him off by placing my index finger on his lips.
"You didn't do anything, Christian. It's all me and my stupid insecurities. I just don't feel sexy, desirable. I don't like my changing body, and I feel fat. I know it's stupid and childish, but I can't help but think that if you see my body, you would be disgusted and that has somehow put me off of having sex," I explain and blush out of embarrassment.
He sighs and chuckles in disbelief. He takes my head in his hands and stares at me in the eyes and firmly says, "Babe, I could never be disgusted with you. I love you. You are carrying my child, and you are not fat. I hate that you thought that about yourself. You are beautiful, more than desirable. Baby, you make me absolutely crazy. I want you twenty-four-seven because you're sexy as fuck. More now, because you are pregnant. I could come in my pants just by looking at you! That is how sexy and beautiful you are," he places his forehead on mine and seductively whispers the last part. I smile brightly at his words and giggle. He laughs with me and gives me a chaste kiss.
"Thank you. I know you always tell me how beautiful I am, and I don't know why I was acting that way. I know you love me. I love you too. More and more every day," I murmur against his lips.
He runs his nose down mine and kisses me again. Desire runs through my body immediately when he deepens the kiss, and we get lost in each other again, and everything is back to normal.
It is the day of the benefit, and I am super nervous. Grace, Addison, and Priscilla came over to pick me up this morning to go shopping for dresses. We drove for a while until we arrived at the Birmingham shopping district.
All the stores and shops were expensive, which made me uncomfortable. They already bought me clothes, as well as for Christian, and they are going to spend another fortune on formal dresses. I hated looking at the price tags, because every dress that I saw and liked, they were all over $2,000. I know they were going to be expensive based on the Grey's wealth and where they shopped, but it was still intimidating and uncomfortable to think of them buying me more things that I didn't think I deserved.
After trying on numerous dresses at several pregnancy boutiques, I finally found a dress that was perfect and was also loudly approved by Priscilla and Addison. The dress is a long silk royal blue gown with a black sash that ties around the top of my bump. The top of the dress curves around my collarbone, and the sleeves lay on the top of my shoulders. It's simple and classic, and I immediately fell in love with it.
Priscilla picked out a black dress. It has long lace sleeves and a high slit that ends in the middle of the thigh. Addison's dress is similar to Priscilla's, but hers has capped sleeves, and the dress is emerald green with rhinestones and a similar high slit. Grace's dress is light pink and beautiful, with silver flower pattern of beads that are placed on her waist and the shoulders of the dress.
After I had picked out my dress, Priscilla dragged me to the lingerie section. I blushed bright red when she picked out a black and light pink lace pantie set. The bra is strapless, and the set came with stockings and garter straps that hook onto the panties. She also grabbed a few more lingerie sets and a few lace boudoir sets in different colors. I called her earlier and told her about my insecurities since she has become an excellent friend, and I wanted her advice. Lingerie and getting comfortable in my own skin would build my confidence, and when I tried on all the selections she picked out, they made me feel sexy and desirable. I beamed at myself in the mirror and Priscilla gave me a thumbs up and a wink when I came out of the dressing room.
Our last stop of the day was shoe shopping, which didn't take as long as dress shopping did. I picked out some Jimmy Choo vintage navy lace heels. Grace and Priscilla picked out similar light pink heels that have extravagant diamonds on the back of the heel. Addison picked out a pair of black velvet strappy stilettos.
After our shopping extravaganza, as Addison calls it, we spent the remainder of the afternoon at Elena's salon, Serenity, getting pampered and our hair and nails done for the benefit. I choose a light pink nail polish, and we all got our hair cut, washed and styled. I went with simple curls for my hairstyle. Addison straighten her hair, Priscilla got an elegant updo, and Grace's hair is in a chignon. Elena was polite and outgoing, and overall really sweet and funny. We all talked and laughed while eating lunch before we arrived at Grace and Carrick's house.
Elliot, Grayson, and Carrick took Christian out today as well to get him a tux for tonight. I am excited to see him and ask how his day was. As we pulled up the driveway, we see numerous cars and vans parked by the three car garage. Crews are carrying and setting up for the benefit tonight that is taking place in the backyard. I see four men rolling out a red carpet that goes to the driveway to the backyard. Huge white tents are being set up by the water that is near the side of the Grey's property.
Two people who I haven't seen before, walk over to us when we get out of the car. They open the trunk and help take out all of our purchases and proceeds to walk inside of the house with them. I am grateful not to be carrying those garment bags since they are heavy. I notice that Carrick's black Mercedes is missing from the driveway, so the men are still out shopping for tuxes.
We all head into the house, and it is even more breathtaking the last time I was here. Grace sees me yawn and smiles warmly at me. She tells me that I can take a nap before the benefit if I like, and I take her up on her offer. I say goodbye to Addison and Priscilla and tell them I will see them later. They give me a hug and walk off somewhere to help with the setting up.
Grace guides me to an upstairs guest room. The room is breathtaking. The room is painted in a soft beige, a white queen bed with matching white and beige sheets. There is a white chaise lounge sitting in front of the white upholstered bed. There is even a big diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling that gives the room an elegant touch.
Grace smiles and rubs my back and points across the room and says, "The bathroom is through that door there. The phone is by the bedside. Just press two if you need anything. The system will automatically put you through to my office, which I will probably be in there until it's time to get ready for the benefit. If I don't answer then press four, it will direct you to the housekeeper, and she will get a hold of me," she explains.
"It's fine, Grace. I will be alright. Christian will probably be here soon. What time do we need to come downstairs to get ready?"
"The benefit starts at eight," she looks at her expensive gold watch, "It's three right now, so you have plenty of time to rest before tonight," she kisses my cheek and walks out and closes the door softly behind her.
I sigh and smile a little bit as I place my purse and my purple hat that I was wearing earlier to keep my head warm, on the bed. I moan at the sight of it. I'm so tired, and that bed looks heavenly.
I smile and rub my bump as I walk over to the bathroom and marvel at its beauty. My eyes widen, and I gasp at how beautiful it is. The walls are painted in a soft blue; that matches the cabinets that are exquisitely crafted and refurbished wood. It looks to be an antique. The floor is white marble with different types of white and black designs. God, it even has a chandelier in here!
What dominates the bathroom though is the huge oval-shaped bathtub that is sitting in front of the floor to ceiling windows. It's gorgeous in here! And this is only the guest bathroom! I wonder what every other bathroom looks like? Are they this extravagant? I think to myself as I slowly bend over, and take off my knee length gray suede boots and walk towards the mirror. I smile as I look at my appearance. I am wearing one of my new maternity outfits. A long cowl neck maternity sweater, and black leggings. I love this outfit since it's loose and comfy. Perfect for shopping.
I look down at the sink and stare in awe at everything. There are several different types of soaps, shampoos, lotions, conditioners, perfumes, and anything you could need is placed in order by the sink as well as fluffy white towels rolled up in a brown woven basket.
I turn around and stare at the tub in longing. I bite my lip and decide to take a warm bath. I know I won't be able to take a hot bath since I am pregnant, but as long as it isn't too hot, the doctor said it would be okay. We don't have a bathtub at our apartment so I couldn't take one, but since there is one here, I want to make use of it. I have never been in a bathtub before, only stall type showers, and the shower-tub combination at our apartment.
I don't want to tie up my hair since I just had it curled, so I decide to leave it down and just throw my hair over the edge of the tub when I lay down. I try to start the tub, but it's confusing since three different hoses are attached to the thing.
After some time trying to find out how to turn the thing on, the water comes on and I set it to lukewarm. While the bath fills up, I take off my clothes and find some soothing bath oil by the sink. I pour in some, and the room is immediately filled with the smell of lavender. I inhale and exhale the lovely fragrance. I step into the water when the water is half full. I sigh in content as I pull my hair over the tub and lay back and relax. This is amazing.
I turn my head over to the window and pull the crisp white curtain back and look out of the window. I see the water off into the distance and various crews still setting up for the party. I watch them finish setting up the tents and heaters for a few minutes and then place the curtain back as I lean my head back on the pillow that is placed on the side of the tub. I close my eyes and rub my bump as I relax.
It's so quiet and peaceful that I nearly doze off. I am startled awake by a noise of the bathroom door suddenly opening and I instinctively hide my breasts with my hands and slide down a little when the door is fully opened. I hold my breath and stare at the tub wide-eyed.
"Ana?" It's Christian. I let out a breath and sit up and see him looking at me with concerned eyes. "What are you doing in the tub?" he walks in and closes the door behind him. He hurriedly walks over to me and crouches down to my level. He looks as good as he did this morning. He is wearing blue jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, brown suede boots and a long black coat with a gray scarf around his neck. His copper-colored hair is a curly mess on top of his head. He cut his hair. It was longer this morning.
"You cut your hair," I smile and run my wet hand through his hair.
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head and takes my hand off of his head. "Babe, you scared me for a second there. I called out your name three times, and you didn't answer."
"Sorry. I guess I was falling asleep and didn't hear you," I shrug and play with his hair again.
"You know you shouldn't fall asleep in the tub. You could hurt yourself and the baby," he sighs and rubs my stomach. He stands up and starts taking his clothes off. I lick my lips as his firm abs come into view. He smirks as he spots me checking him out. He walks to the end of the tub and gestures to me to move forward. I do as he says and he climbs in behind me. He pulls me gently to his chest, and I rest against him. He places both of his strong arms on the tub, and I put mine on his thighs. I rub small circles on his muscular legs as we lay there in a peaceful silence.
I break the silence. "How was your day out shopping with the boys?"
He sighs and hesitates. "It was different. I never put on a tux before," he murmurs.
I turn my head to the side and see that he is staring off into space. "Did you get one?"
"Yeah. It's in the closet in the bedroom. Did you get your dress? I see that you got your hair done," he plays with a curl that is thrown over my shoulder as I nod my head at his question but frown at him for changing the subject. I know he doesn't want to talk about the time he spent with Carrick. The situation is still weird for him. "Let's get out. We don't want you to ruin your hair for tonight," he says.
I turn around and kiss him and then get up, and he helps me out of the tub. We both dry off and walk into the bedroom hand in hand. We walk over to the bed and he throws the covers off and takes his towel off that is wrapped around his waist. He points to my side of the bed. "Let's take a nap. You look tired, and I could use one myself."
He gets into bed as I take off my towel. I climb on the bed and lay on my side, and Christian does the same. He cups my cheek and stares into my eyes. I smile and lean towards him and kiss him. The kiss turns into a heavy make out session that causes the familiar ache between my legs. I pull back, and we are both panting. I climb on top of Christian, and his hands immediately go to my hips as I slide onto his erection. We both moan and spend our afternoon in bed making up for lost time.
"You look gorgeous, Ana!" Addison squeals as I carefully walk down the stairs. These heels are already hurting my feet.
The whole Grey family are standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for us. I smile shyly and thank her. Everyone is standing there staring at me with smiles on their faces. My smile drops when I see Jack sneering at us while standing in the background. I look over at the girl on his arm. This must be the goddess of a girlfriend. She is staring at me curiously.
She is a little shorter than me, with brown hair that is pulled into an elegant bun on the base of her neck. The majority of her dress is made up of a sheer black material. It's formed to fit her curves, and then the bottom half of the dress has two black sashes that flare out to make the dress a mermaid design. It's unique. That's for sure.
Her eyes are a bright blue, similar to my color, but a little bit darker. I have to admit that she is pretty. Her makeup is flawless. Her eyes are a smoky eye making her blue pop, and her lips are a glossy red that are now dropped open as she sees Christian. I grit my teeth when her eyes widen at the sight of my man. I inwardly roll my eyes at her expression. Christian is gorgeous, especially when he is dressed up the way he is now.
I am holding onto his arm as he carefully walks me down the stairs. I look over at him and look him over once more. His black tux fits him perfectly. The black bow tie makes him look sophisticated. I almost jumped his bones when I saw the sight of him, and as he saw me in my dress, he wanted to do the same.
We reach the stairs, and the goddess still hasn't taken her eyes off of my man. Before I know what I am doing, I place my hand on Christian's chest and lean up and give him a kiss on the lips. He peers down at me and smirks when I pull back after a minute. He knows what I am doing. That was a little dramatic, but you have to do what you have to do to claim what is yours.
I glance over at Jack and his girlfriend, and he is glaring at her and pulling her off to the side. Grayson looks over at them and sighs when Jack is angrily whispering to her. He looks pissed, and she is wringing her hands together nervously while nodding at him. She looks guilty, but after a second, she puts on a smile, which is obviously fake, and takes his arm when he offers it to her. He huffs and leads her outside.
"You look lovely dear," Grace kisses my cheek.
"Thank you, so do you," I smile.
"Ana," Carrick walks over to me and kisses my cheek as well. He looks handsome in his black tux.
They all take turns and greet us before we all follow Grace and Carrick outside. When we walk out of the house, we are greeted with many glowing lanterns that lead us into the great white tent. Guests are walking into the entrance off by the water. I can hear classical music and murmurs of guests laughs coming from the dancefloor that is placed at the end of the tent.
We all walk into the white tent, and I am once again overwhelmed at how beautiful everything looks. There are about fifty round tables that are scattered around the area. The tables have crisp white tablecloths, white china plates, silverware and a mixture of yellow, orange and brown flower centerpieces. The top of the white tent is elegantly decorated with a huge silver chandelier that is hanging in the middle of the tent and a string of white fairy lights that connect to the midst of the light.
Christian and I follow Grayson and Priscilla to one of the middle tables. There are about eight seats to a table. Priscilla sits down on her designated seat as Grayson continues to stand and talk business with a few associates. Elliot, Addison, Grace and Carrick went off to mingle with the guests before dinner is served.
"Sit down guys," Priscilla waves at the seats and smiles.
Christian pulls out my chair, and I carefully sit down. Since it is winter time, several large heaters are placed on every entrance and exit to the tent, making our surroundings a perfect temperature. Christian sits down next to me and lays his arm on the back of my chair and looks around. There are close to 300 people in attendance tonight, and there are only half of them here. Some are dancing to the band that is playing at the end of the tent, and some are standing around mingling with other guests while they hold glasses of champagne and wine.
Women and men are dressed to the nines, and I am grateful that the Grey's took us shopping earlier. To say we are both overwhelmed would be an understatement. I bite my lip and look around the room in apprehension. I don't know what were supposed to do or how to act. We have never been to anything like this before, and it's new and frightening, to say the least.
I look over at Christian, and he is scanning the room with a frown. He looks uncomfortable as well, and I don't blame him. The guests are all standing and talking in groups of three or four. Priscilla got up from the table a few minutes ago to stand next to Grayson who is talking to four businessmen in black tuxes. Priscilla is laughing and talking with the wives next to the men. They are both in their element. They are both comfortable by being here, and it's starting to make me more uncomfortable.
We sit there for about twenty minutes with both of us in silence. I look in front of me and see a glass of water next to the china plates. I quickly grab the glass and chug it down. My hands shake nervously, and I am starting to break out in a sweat. I don't know what is wrong with me right now. Suddenly, I want to be anywhere but here.
Christian see's my shaking hands and looks at me concerned. "Are you okay baby?"
"Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed," I murmur and place the glass back on the table, almost dropping it in the process.
He sighs and leans over and whispers in my ear, "Did you want to go outside?"
My breath hitches when I see Jack and his girlfriend walk over to our table with a smirk. I nod quickly and get up, and Christian follows. Before we can leave, Jack speaks up. "Going so soon? I wanted to introduce my girlfriend, Leila" He smirks, and I tense. Ugh. I don't want to deal with this asshole.
I know that he is going to try to make us more uncomfortable than we already are, and I don't think I can handle that right now. "We just need some fresh air," I say quickly trying to get away from him. Christian glares at him which causes Jack to chuckle darkly.
"What is the matter? Getting overwhelmed?" he chuckles again and takes a drink of his champagne. His girlfriend raises an eyebrow at me. Her blood red nails are clutching her own champagne flute.
"Mind your own business," Christian hisses at him. Jack just laughs, and Leila, his girlfriend smirks. I need to get out of here.
"I am in my childhood home. I think I am entitled to do whatever I want. Don't you think?" He sneers at Christian.
"Shut the fuck up," Christian grits through his teeth.
For some stupid reason, my eyes start to water and my bottom lip trembles. I don't know why I am feeling like this. I never cared what this asshole thought of us, but now it's starting to get to me. I feel like I am not supposed to be here. I feel like an idiot for agreeing to come here.
I look at my surroundings once more. Women and men are now staring in our direction. A few impeccably dressed women are staring at me in judgment. They whisper to each other and start to giggle while looking at my dress. I start to shake lightly and my cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. Two older men in suits walk past us, and I whimper when I hear them say, "They must be the charity case…"
Christian is glaring at him when Jack suddenly laughs out loud. He apparently heard the two passing men talk about us. His girlfriend starts to giggle along with him. I look around the room, frantically trying to find Priscilla or Addison but they are nowhere in sight.
Things couldn't get any worse, until Jack suddenly speaks as the music stops and the crowd of people quiets down. Carrick is about to give his speech on stage.
"What are you going to do about it, homeless boy? I don't know why the fuck you are here anyway. I don't know why my father wants to get to know you, two homeless idiots," he continues to laugh causing everyone to stop what they are doing and stare over at us.
I gape at him and the tears that I tried so hard to keep in, flow down my cheeks as I look around the room in absolute embarrassment. Christian is pale and is standing stock still.
I see Carrick frantically pushing people out of the way so he can get to us. His face shows horror and concern for Christian. Grayson is glaring at Jack while he stomps over to his brother, while Priscilla is staring at me in concern. She has her dress in both of her hands, so she doesn't trip and jogs over to me.
Elliot suddenly comes over and pushes Jack and gets in his face. "What the hell is your problem asshole!" he hisses.
Priscilla reaches me and pulls me into her arms. I bury my head into her neck and continue to weep. She rubs my back as she coos in my ear. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay."
I am so humiliated. I have never felt this embarrassed before. I need to get out of here. I want to go home. I pick my head up and try to wipe my eyes. Priscilla tries to lead me out of the tent. I think she sees that I need to get out of there. I stop and realize that I need to get Christian. Priscilla frowns and looks over her shoulder at the scene where we just left.
Grace is trying to reprimand Jack as he and Elliot are glaring at each other. Addison is shaking her head at Jack and spots us looking at them, and she hurriedly walks over to us and holds onto my hand for support.
Christian is still standing at the exact same spot. He is staring impassively at Jack and Elliot while Carrick is trying to get his attention. Grayson looks pissed off as he is talking adamantly to a few men who are dressed in worker outfits. I guess he is trying to get them to clear out the tent while everyone is staring at the scene in front of them while whispering and pointing at all of us in apprehension and curiosity. They don't know what is going on.
Grace's firmly high voice echoes suddenly throughout the tent. "Jackson Trevelyan Grey! What has gotten into you? That was uncalled for young man."
Jack takes his eyes away from Elliot, who is still glaring at him and looks at Grace. "Oh, please, mother. What were you thinking inviting those two deadbeats here? They don't belong here. They don't belong in our family! My family!" he yells causing everyone to stare at us wide eyed.
Grace stares at Jack in horror as well as Carrick. Christian is still staring blankly at him. I am to staring wide-eyed at Jack, and Addison is trying to pull me out of the tent, but I keep my feet planted where they are. I can't leave Christian.
"You hear that asshole? You don't get to come in here and take my father away from me. He is mine! Not yours!" he yells as he charges over to Christian. I stare in horror when Jack punches Christian in the face causing everyone to gasp and Christian to fall to the floor. I scream and run over to him.
Priscilla gently holds me back as Carrick picks up Christian from the floor. "That is enough!" Carrick screams at Jack who is now panting while his hands are balled into fists by his side. Jack's girlfriend slowly backs up into the crowd.
Christian chuckles darkly and spits the blood from his mouth onto the floor. His jaw is bruised, and his lip is already starting to swell. "What is the matter Jackie boy? You pissed off that daddy dearest is my biological father and not yours?" Christian sneers and my eyes go wide as does Grace and Carrick's. Oh, My God. He knows?
Christian smirks and looks over at Carrick who is as white as a sheet. Grace has a hand to her mouth and still staring wide-eyed at Christian. Addison is looking at Christian confused and Priscilla is also frowning. Grayson looks down and runs a hand through this blonde hair. Elliot shakes his head in disbelief and stares off into the distance.
Jack is fuming. The crowd is silent, waiting to see what is going to happen next. Priscilla slowly let's go of me, and I walk over to Christian and put a hand on his shoulder. He doesn't turn to me; all he does is stare at Jack with a smug smile.
Christian turns his head and looks at Carrick who hesitantly peaks up at him. After a few moments of heavy tension and complete silence, Christian hisses, "Father. I think it's time for us to have a chat."
AN: Longest chapter yet.
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