APOV
We wake up and start getting ready for work. Christian is getting dressed. I put my heels on and go into the bathroom to take my birth-control pill before I leave for work. Crap! I'm running low. I told Christian I would switch to the shot. I can't go to the clinic with the media now knowing of our wedding. They don't know when we're getting married, but seeing me walk into a women's health clinic, will surely give them the wrong 'why'. I'll have to make an appointment to see a doctor. Maybe I can do that today during lunch. No, I can't today. I need to confirm our cake and get that ordered during lunch. Double crap! I can't order the cake at lunch. The girls and I are going to the florist to pick out flowers, today. Ugh! I need more than one of me.
"Christian!" I call from the bathroom.
"Yes, dear." He answers. I laugh loudly.
"I'm running low on my birth-control pills." I say as I walk out. He's just finishing tying his tie. "I said I'd get the shot, after I finished my pills. But with the media, I don't think I'll be able to. Not just the shot, but any birth-control. You'll need to start wearing condoms again, until the media dies down."
"I hate those fuckers."
"The media?"
"Them too. But, I was talking about condoms."
"Aptly, named."
He wraps his arms around me, I hold him in return. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it." He kisses my head.
We walk out to the kitchen, Gail already there. "Good morning, Mr. Grey. Ana."
"Morning, Gail." We greet her.
"Breakfast?"
"Yes, please. I've been really wanting pancakes and bacon, if it's not too much trouble."
"Of course, not. Pancakes and Bacon." She smiles at me. "Egg white omelet for you, Mr. Grey?"
We turn to Christian, who is watching us. "Please."
Gail nods and smiles. She starts making our breakfast.
He shakes his head. "You're nothing like your mother."
"I know." I say getting up. "I told you, I'm more like Ray."
I'm hungry so I start making toast.
"Anastasia." I look back at Christian who is sitting at the breakfast bar. "Don't burn it."
I giggle. "Don't worry. I know how to work a toaster."
I turn back around to wait for my toast. Once it's finished, I cut it in half. Eating it dry. I take a bite as I go back to sit next to Christian. He kisses my head, when I take a bite. I eat my toast, while Gail finishes our breakfast.
"Thank you, Gail. I've been wanting pancakes and bacon for awhile now." I start eating.
I'm almost finished, when I notice Christian is starring at me, again.
"What?" I ask him with my mouth full.
"Anastasia. Are you..."
"Am I, what?" I finish my food.
I grab Christian's empty plate and put our dishes in the sink. He still hasn't said anything, so I turn around to look at him. He's looking at me with a weird look on his face. Still quiet.
"Christian." He looks to my face. "Am I, what?"
"Pregnant?"
"Pregnant? Why would you ask me that? Of course, I'm not pregnant. I take my birth-control everyday."
He doesn't say anything. Why would he think I'm pregnant?
"We better get going or we're going to be late." I say. He nods, still in his daze.
We walk to the elevator and go down to the parking garage. Taylor, is holding open the rear passenger door open for us. Sawyer in the front passenger seat. Ryan is in the other SUV. After we get in, Taylor gets in and starts to drive. He pulls through the entrance/exit of the parking garage. We are immediately hit with thousands of flashes.
Christian growls. "Don't worry, baby. My PR team is working on a statement to release to the media to fix this." I nod.
Taylor looks angry. This is such a security issue. "I'm so sorry."
"Why are you sorry? This isn't your fault, baby."
"This is all because of my mother."
"Exactly. Her. Not you." He kisses my head.
Taylor drives us to Grey House. There are even more paparazzi here, waiting for us. Taylor, can't even drive inside the parking garage here. He has to drive around the block again and when he comes back, there are even more.
"Sir. We're not going to be able to get through."
Christian runs his fingers through his hair. "Take Anastasia home."
"Christian-"
"Baby, I'm going to go deal with this shit right now." He kisses my head.
"Christian, no. There's too many. Taylor tell him."
"Anastasia, Taylor works for me. I'm going to fix this." He reaches for the door handle.
"Christian!" He stops. "What if they touch you." I whisper.
He looks frightened then pissed.
"Home, Taylor!" He snaps.
Taylor drives us back to Escala. Christian pulls out his phone.
"Stan! Tell me you have something? ... Good. Release it!" He snaps. He pushes more buttons on his phone and puts it back to his ear. "Logan. This is Christian Grey. Anastasia wont be able to make it in today." He snaps again. Ending the call before anything more can be said. He places another call. "Andrea. Reschedule all my meetings for today."
"Christian." He looks at me. "I have things I need to do today."
"Also arrange for Dr. Green to come to Escala." He hangs up. "You can't go to work, Anastasia. You saw them."
"I know that. But, I still have things that I need to do. Can someone bring me my work? I can work from Escala. I also need to plan our wedding. I could try to work that out with Kate and Mia."
"Baby, I'm working on it." He runs his hand through his hair.
He makes another call. "Ryan. Go back to GEH and get Ms. Steele's work. ... Manuscripts and whatever Logan has for her." He hangs up.
"It's best you don't leave Escala until this settles down." He says, still messing with his phone.
"Okay."
I would argue, but I can clearly see the media is out of control.
I still need to plan our wedding. I'll need to text Kate and Mia. I pull out my phone. I glance at Christian, still pushing buttons on his phone and running his fingers through his hair. I look up front to Taylor and Sawyer. This is my life now. CEO, future husband and our security driving us. It's hard to believe not very long ago, I was living a very different life. I liked my life before. But I love Christian and my life with him now.
Media Gone Wild. I wont be able to go to the florist today. -A
They are swarming! I'll go and check out the flowers. Will send you photos of arrangements. -KK
You're a lifesaver! -A
Sisters! -KK
Hey Mia. The media is going crazy. Could you go to the bakery and order our cake? Square three-tier. Flavor: Chocolate and Cinnamon. Can you send me photos of the designs they have and I can choose like that? -A
Of course! I'll go right now. This is crazy! I knew the media would freak when they found out .but this is beyond crazy. -Mia
I know! Insane. I'm sorry. You're a big help. I really appreciate it! -A
Don't apologize! -Mia
Ana, dear. I've finished drawing the dress designs. Can you come by my shop today? You can take a look at what one you'd like? -KellyK
Oh, that's wonderful! But the media found out about the wedding. I can't get out. Can you come to Escala? -A
Eamon?! I'll ring his neck! -KellyK
No. My mother. -A
I'll ring her neck! I'll come to Escala on my lunch break if that's alright? -KellyK
That's perfect! Thank you! -A
"Kate's going to go to the florist and send me photos of their arrangements for me to decide. Mia's going to the bakery to order the cake, she'll send photos of cakes for me to decide. And Kelly is coming over around lunch for me to decide on my dress."
"That's a lot of deciding." Christian kisses my head. "I'll send Taylor to pick up Mrs. Kavanagh. Sawyer and go with Mia and then Katherine. I'm sorry I'm not more of a help planning our wedding. I want it to be your dream wedding."
"It's our wedding, Christian. Not just mine. I'd like your input."
"I'm fine with whatever you choose."
"I'll be in my study, working." Christian tells me, once we make it back home.
"Okay" I yawn.
"Tired, baby?" Christian asks, looking at me with a worried and suspicious look. He pulls his hand through his hair.
"A little. You've exhausted me last night with your sexcapades. I think I'll take a nap since I'm not going into work today." He still looks worried.
I kiss him and walk to our bedroom. I change into a tank top and yoga shorts. I climb in bed on Christian's side and fall asleep.
When I wake. I check my phone. I have been bombarded with photos of cakes galore by Mia. Flowers of plenty, by Kate. I'm looking through the pictures of flowers trying to decide, as best I can from a picture. The door opens and Christian walks in. More worried than before. I put my phone down.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah." He runs his hand through his hair. "Dr. Greene is here."
"Dr. Greene?"
"She's an OB/Gyn. She'll give you your birth-control shot here." He frowns.
"Oh. Okay. Here in our room?"
"Yes. I just wanted to be sure you were awake first. I'll send her in." He leaves. He's acting weird.
I stand and quickly fix our bedding. There's a knock on the door. I presume it's the doctor. I open the door and an elegant blonde is awaiting.
"Anastasia Steele? I'm Doctor Greene."
I shake her hand. "Ana."
She comes inside the room. I shut the door.
"Mr. Grey, says you're needing birth-control?"
"Yes. I've been taking birth-control pills, but almost out. I thought I would try the shot this time, so I wouldn't have to remember to take anything daily."
"That's understandable. The shot will last three months. When did your last period start?"
"Uh..."
"I'll need you to give me a urine sample before I can administer the shot."
"Um, urine sample?"
"To test for pregnancy. I can't give you the Depo shot if you're pregnant."
"Oh. I'm not pregnant. I've been taking my birth-control pills regularly."
"Birth-control and condoms are not 100% effective. There's still a slight chance. The only way to not get pregnant for sure is to be abstinent. Since you can't remember your last period., you could be pregnant." She hands me a plastic container. I pale. No. No. No. No way... No way. No. I know I had my period. I just don't remember when. I've never needed to before.
I go into our bathroom and give my sample, to the cup.
What if I am? What would Christian think? He'd probably freak out, like I am. Maybe that's why he has been acting weird. He did ask me earlier if I was. I told him I'm not but,... Am I? We haven't talked about having a family, yet. Something else we need to discuss. I try to think, if I've been having any pregnancy symptoms. I don't think I have. I've been tired and hungry lately. But surely that's because of all the sex. Right?
"Ana," Dr. Greene knocks on the door. "have you finished?"
I walk back out and give her the sample. She has gloves on now. She places the sample on a paper towel, putting it on Christian's table and carefully puts a small white stick in it. I sit on the bed and bite my nails, watching and waiting. Holding my breath.
"I can tell by your expression that an unplanned pregnancy would not be welcome news. Luckily for you, you're in the clear." Dr. Greene looks at me.
"What?" I ask dazed. Was she talking?
"You're not pregnant, Ana." She smiles and I release the breath I was holding.
Doctor Green gives me the Depo shot and tells me to continue with my pills or use condoms, for seven days. Then she left.
I'm sitting on the bed, looking through the flower arrangement photos that Kate sent, when Christian comes in.
"Anastasia? Everything okay?"
"Yes. Everything is fine."
"What did Dr. Greene say?"
"We're good to go in seven days."
"Seven days?" He furrows his brow.
"Yes. She said, I'll still need to take my pills or we should use condoms for seven days, until the shot takes effect. I have nine pills left, so I can just continue to take those, since you don't like those 'fuckers'." I giggle.
He runs his hand through his hair and blows out a deep breath. "You're not pregnant?"
I shake my head. "I told you, I'm not."
"You're sure you're not?"
"Yes, Christian. Dr. Greene, did a test to make sure." He visibly relaxes.
"Good." He kisses my head.
"I understand now is not a good time, but... but, you want children. Right?"
"I don't want to share you. What we have, I've never had before. I want to be the center of your universe."
"Christian, I want to have children someday."
"Anastasia, you're still so young. I thought it would be just you and me for a while. It would be the height of carelessness and bad manners to knock you up. We're not even married, yet."
"Obviously not now, Christian. Later. Much later."
He runs his hand through his hair. "I don't know, Anastasia. I want you to myself."
"Would you at least consider the possibility of children, later? I'd like to have a baby. At least two." He pales.
"I'll consider one. Maybe sometime in the distant future."
"Just one?" I don't want an only child. Not like me.
"Let's take this one child at a time. Hmm?"
-knock-knock-knock-
Christian walks to the door. Opening it. It's Taylor.
"I've brought Mrs. Kavanagh, for Ms. Steele, sir."
Christian nods. "She'll be right out."
Christian turns back to me. "Time to decide your dress, baby. Can I come?" He's serious. Yeah right!
"Later." I say seductively and bite my lip.
He raises his brows to his hairline. Eyes wide. "Anastasia Steele!"
"Be a good boy and stay in your office. No peeking." I walk out, stopping to kiss his cheek, before I leave.
I walk out of our bedroom to find Kelly. She's in the kitchen exchanging pleasantries with Mrs. Jones.
"Yes, please. Thank you." I hear her say and smile politely at Gail.
Gail starts to pour her a glass of white wine. As Gail hands Kelly her glass, she notices me, walking into the kitchen.
"Would you like a glass, as well, Ana?"
"No, thank you Gail. Just some orange juice, please."
"Ana, dear." Kelly gets up and hugs me. "How are you darling girl? Kate's told me everything. And the media out front is outrageous. It's a good thing Mr. Grey sent security to pick me up. Now that they know you're getting married. they've associated me and your dress. Everyone is looking to get ahold of these drawings. Even Eamon and Kate." She laughs.
I giggle. "It's hard to get use to all the attention. Christian is releasing a statement and he said it should die down in a couple days. I hope so. It's extremely difficult to plan a wedding, stuck at home. Kate and Christian's sister Mia, have been sending me photos of cakes and flower arrangements. I'm only halfway through the flowers. I haven't looked at one cake picture yet." I sigh.
"Oh, you sweet girl. How lucky you are to have friends like those girls. I understand, being stuck at home is lonely. But what a lovely home it is. And the view is amazing from up here. I'm sure the media will cool off soon. Eamon said if they don't get anything after a few days they move on. Let's hope that's the case. Shall we look at the drawings I made for you?" Kelly says trying to cheer me up.
"Yes, please. I'm so excited to see what you've come up with." I smile at her.
We take our drinks to the dining room table, where Kelly has her bag. We sit down and she pulls out a large sketch book. She begins opening it and it has a drawing of a dress, with swatches of fabric.
"I've drawn up three gowns. You don't have to choose one, you can mix and match. Tops, bottoms fabrics. This is your wedding dress, Ana. It has to be what you want. You'll know when you see it."
She places the three dress drawings in front of me. One is strapless, the favorite choice for brides, Kelly says. I don't want strapless so that top is out but I like the bottom. It's clingy, so it would show my curves, yet flowy. Very mermaid, but not overstated. Subtle. The next top is long sleeved but the sleeves are sheer see-through lace. It's pretty but Christian likes skin. I like the last top. It is a strapless dress, but it has lace over the dress that extends to the shoulders, no material under the shoulder lace part, leaving it bare skin and lace. The lace goes around the shoulders, but it's sleeveless. It's extremely beautiful with the lace overlaying the white dress.
"I like the third top."
Kelly smiles a wide secret smile. "I knew you'd like that top. I designed the others just to give you options, but this is the dress I designed with you in mind. Here." She hands me another drawing. "Look at the back."
I gasp. It's backless, but in a very classy way. The lace top comes around the back to the top of my shoulder blades. Larger on the sides closet to my arms but smaller in the middle. It goes all the way down to my bottom. My back would be completely bare, expect for my shoulder blades.
"This is it! This is the top I'd like. On our first date, I wore a backless dress. This is perfect!"
"Kate, sent me a photo. You looked marvelous, very daring in that dress. I wanted to recreate that dress. Although, this is a wedding so I thought, classy and elegant backless, not seductress backless. You've already got the guy." She winks.
I can't stop smiling. I've found my dress. I didn't think it would be this fast and easy to find. I didn't even have to try on hundreds of dresses or see thousands of sketches. Kelly is great at what she does. She also knows me, well.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, mama! I love it!" I grin.
"You're extremely welcome, Ana. It's an honor to make your dress." She puts a piece of my hair behind my ear. "You've grown so much since the little girl that I knew. Both you and Kate have. What happened to those little girls I use to read all those fairytales to? I guess you've grown and are living your dreams now" I smile. "I'll get going so you can do your cake and flower planning. And I'll get to work on this. Near the end of the week I'll have it ready for you to do your first fitting." She starts packing away her things.
"That soon?"
"Your dress is the only gown, I am personally working on. Nothing is more important to me than my girls. Well, except Ethan." We laugh. Ethan is a huge mama's boy.
I show her out and then decide to look through the photos of flowers and cakes.
I've been stuck in this Ivory Tower since Tuesday. Five days. It's now Saturday. Our wedding is two weeks away. Christian's PR team released their statement, officially announcing our engagement and asking for our privacy. They gave them the month and a year, July of next year. So they shouldn't be obsessing over the quick wedding. They have started to thin out and are slowly leaving Escala. Some are still hanging around, though. Christian says, I'll be able to return to work Monday if I want. Of course, I want to.
Ryan has been bringing me my work and manuscripts for me to read, then returning them to Grey Publishing.
I've picked my flowers. White roses. I know it's very simple, but that's what Christian gave me on our first date. They will be wrapped with gray ribbon. After I chose the dress, it was easy to choose the flowers. Continuing with our first date theme.
It took me awhile longer to chose a cake. Mia is a very bubbly, extremely girly girl. I like pink just as much as the next girl, but not for my wedding cake. Kate then went to the bakery with Mia and Grace.
They are all there now. We're skyping on Kate's phone. I'm multi-tasking. Also looking for Christian's groom gift. I'm looking for something he can wear. I want him to be able to wear it, not only on our wedding day but everyday, if he so chooses. That way, he can look at it and think about our special day. Hmmm... I click on the cufflinks. Oh my goodness! You can personalize them. I know nothing about cufflinks, I obviously do not wear them. But Christian does. What should I have them say?
"Ana? ... Ana. ... Anastasia!"
"Huh? Sorry. I was looking at other stuff for the wedding online."
"I said look at this one. I know it's not what you want but just look at the decoration of it. And I know it's pink but you can change the color." She moves her phone to show me a cake that the decorator just finished. It's round tier's, but I'd like our cake to be square. There are six tiers, I'd like ours to have three. The bottom is a dark pink and it gets lighter each tier as it goes up. I know one of our wedding colors is blush pink but I don't want a pink cake. I was thinking white.
"What color would I possibly be able to do for wedding? I don't think-"
"Dr. Grey, here are the chocolate letters I mentioned." I stop hearing the baker, Meg, in the background talking to Grace.
Grey... That's it!
"Grey."
"Grey? What about him?"
"No. The cake. Squared. Three tier, chocolate, cinnamon, chocolate. The bottom, dark grey and go lighter as it goes up. It's perfect!"
"Oh, Ana. That sounds wonderful! It will go well with your name."
I squeal. "My name." Smiling huge. Showing all my teeth, excited.
"Ana, darling. Look at this. Meg made it with Chocolate. It can be place at the top of the cake." Grace says.
"I still say you get the topper, with the man having a ball and chain on his ankle, as the bride pulls him from running." We all giggle at Mia's suggestion.
Kate moves her phone, so I can see the chocolate toper. It's a C and an A intertwined, together. I look back at the cufflinks. That's perfect! I begin ordering the C and A intertwined cufflinks. They'll be here in a week. Perfect timing.
"Ana." Kate says getting my attention again.
"Sorry ladies, wedding planning is a lot of work." I look at the chocolate letters. "I do like it, but I don't like that it's chocolate. Maybe something more... permanent."
"Oh, yes. That sounds lovely. Gold?"
I frown. "No, that would look silly with the cake. Silver is fine."
"We can do that."
-BUZZ-
I have a text. It's from Kelly.
Ana, dear. I've finished your dress and it's ready for your first fitting, whenever you are. -KellyK
Perfect! The media has died down so I can come today. -A
"Mama Kavanagh has finished my dress. I need to go for my first fitting." I tell Kate, Mia, and Grace.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Can we come?" Mia asks, getting excited.
"Of course. I'm going to make sure it's okay with Christian. I'll meet you all there."
"Okay. We're going to order your cake and then we'll be there." Kate says, closing her Skype app.
I close the Skype window. I click order and pay for the cufflinks. I get up and go to Christian's office. I knock and open the door. He's busy on his laptop.
"Christian?" He looks up.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Kelly said my dress is ready for my first fitting. I'll need to go there."
He frowns. "I don't know about that, baby. The media may hound you once you leave. They haven't see you all week."
I walk in and straddle on his lap. I kiss him sweetly. "The media has died down, Christian. I'll be with Sawyer and Ryan. Your mother, sister and Kate are meeting me there. Please, Christian. I have to get out of this house. I'm starting to become a hermit. I need to try my dress on. And I'm really, really excited about trying it on." I bounce a few times in my excitement.
Christian holds my tightly. "Baby." He breaths, shifting me.
I bite my lip feeling his hard-on. He growls, attacking me. Kissing me, so passionately. I kiss him back, just the same. His tongue dominates mine. I hear the sound of his zipper. I feel him pull my panties, ripping them from my body. I feel him at my entrance and he enters me.
"Oh!" I moan out.
I start bouncing on him, continuing kissing him. He flexes his hips, pushing into me. I start grinding. My new favorite, since that night he gave me multiple orgasms. He holds my ass. We are moaning and groaning in each other's mouths.
"Oh, Christian."
He reaches up and pulls my arms out of my dress's straps. It pools onto my lap. He laches on and sucks one of my nipples. Still holding onto my hips and ass, from under my dress. I tilt my head back and it touches his hands. He wraps my hair around his hand, to the nape of my neck. Holding my head back. He starts sucking my other nipple and my insides clench. I moan again.
"Oh!"
He kisses up my chest to my neck, then sucks on my earlobe, nibbling it.. He thrusts into my deeper. I bounce faster.
"Come for me, baby."
And I do. Screaming out his name.
"Christian!"
"Baby!" He grunts.
Christian stills and comes inside me. He lets go of my hair. I lay my head on his shoulder. We're panting. Trying to catch our breaths. He is rubbing my bare back with both his hands.
"This dress is much too short." He moves his hands to my thighs.
I still have my head on his shoulder. My arms wrapped around his neck, playing with his hair at the nape.
"You don't like it? I think it has a very beneficial effect." He kisses my head, where he can reach. I kiss his neck.
"Change before you go."
I sit up fast, in his lap.
"Really?" I beam at him.
He nods. "Change first." I squeal and he laughs.
I get off of him and run to the door. "Anastasia!" He growls. I look back, still ecstatic. "Fix your dress!" He nods to my dress.
I look down and I'm still topless. I quickly pull it up and back into place. I run back to Christian, giving him a chaste kiss and running to our closet.
I quickly pull off the sundress I was wearing. I'll need to wear another dress, as it will be easier when I try on my gown. I want to please Christian, so I choose a floor length, sleeveless, cotton blue dress. I also put on fresh, un-ruined panties. I grab my stilettos, Kate bought for my wedding day. I'll need them, when I try on my dress. They are my something blue. I put on my flats and run back out. I quickly knock and enter Christian's office. He's on the phone know. I wave and he nods. I rush quickly over, to give him a sound kiss, smack on his lips. I giggle. Whoever he is talking to, probably heard that. I run back out and to the elevator where Sawyer and Ryan are waiting.
I can't wait to try on my wedding dress! Nothing could stop this smile! I'm so incredibly happy with my life! With Christian!
CPOV
I continue to do more work after Anastasia left. We're getting married in two weeks. I can't fucking wait! I'm trying to get as much work done as I can, before our honeymoon. The media has died down since we release our statement. Thank fuck!
I can't believe, I almost fucking blew it! I got lost in the moment/ I know she's not my submissive. But, she agreed to kinky fuckery. I thought a punishment fuck would be okay. Orgasm denial can be very effective. Since she didn't want me to hit her, which I understand. I'm glad we had our talk. I now know, punishment is completely off the table. I would never hurt her, ever. I love her too much to cause her any pain. The look on her face in my office... broke me.
I admit, I miss BDSM, but only the control it brought me. I need control. I love vanilla with Anastasia. I'm considering taking out my playroom, to prove to Anastasia I don't need that. I need her. We can play in our bedroom from now on. We can bring the toys in there. She said, she likes being tied up, but after what I did... I just hope she still let's me. I know she wont use the ball-gag, again.
No. Punishments. I can do that for, my baby. My wife. My Beauty. Thank fuck, she forgave me.
-FLASHBACK-
Perhaps, I should call Flynn.
"Christian, it's been awhile since I've seen or heard from you. How have you been doing?"
"I fucked up." Is all I say.
"Oh?" Is all he says.
"Anastasia, hates me. She's leaving me."
"Did she say that?"
"No. But I fucked up. I know she hates me and she just walked out of my office." I run my hand through my hair.
"What have you done, that has made you think, you fucked up and she's leaving you?"
"I punished her." He's quiet. "Orgasm denial. I saw a photo of her hugging a male friend. I got jealous and I overreacted."
"I see. I thought you both agreed BDSM was not a part of your relationship, that you have a more conventional relationship with Anastasia."
"No, we just agreed, no beatings with implements. She doesn't enjoy that. She enjoys kinky sex, every now and then. We still do some things I like."
"She's not your submissive?" He knows she's not!
"No." Of course not.
"Yet, you punished her. Not talked to her. She's not your submissive, yet you played the role of a dominant by punishing her. Can you blame her for walking out?" Fuck!
"I wasn't thinking. I saw red and was extremely jealous. I went too far." I run my hand through my hair.
"You need to talk to her. Tell her that. You need to talk to each other before this gets too far."
"I tried. She wont answer her phone and I tried texting her. The only text she sent me was 'later'. I told her I didn't want to lose her and she said 'then talk to me. later'."
"We'll then later, you'll need to talk."
"What if she leaves me? What if she doesn't forgive me? I fucked up big time." I run my hand through my hair, again.
"You'll need to talk to her, Christian. Discuss what your relationship will entail. It seems, you both have different views of how much kink your relationship will have. You need to discuss and finely detail, how much of your BDSM you will and can bring into your relationship. This is your first vanilla relationship. You've done BDSM relationships for 13 years. It's not going to be easy to just stop that lifestyle. But if you want to marry Anastasia, you'll need to reassure her."
"What if I can't? I need control. It's who I am?"
"Then let her go, now."
"I can't."
"She doesn't want BDSM. BDSM is consensual, she's not consenting, so you can't do that with her. If you need that, you can't have her."
"I need her more."
"Then you know what you have to do, Christian."
"Yeah. Thanks, Flynn."
"I'd like a face to face session, soon. It's been awhile since you've been in."
"I'll have Andrea set up an appointment."
I hang up with Flynn.
It's not long before my phone buzzes with a text. Anastasia!
We'll talk later tonight when you get home. -A
Yes! She wants to talk. She's talking to me. We can work through this.
I love you so much, baby! Yes, let's talk. I can come home now if you'd like. xx -C
I've already asked Andrea to cancel my meetings. Us talking, is more important than work.
No, not now. The girls are coming over to do more planning. -A
Oh, thank fuck! She's still planning the wedding!
Thank you! Thank you! I'll see you tonight! I love you! xx -C
I love you. Always. x -A
Thank fuck! She still loves me. I put my phone away and call Taylor to get the SUV ready. I'm going to Cartier to get her some jewelry.
-END-OF-FLASHBACK-
I'm looking on my computer for a bride gift for Anastasia. Maybe a watch? Symbolizing, my love will never stop with time. I want it inscribed with
-~-Anastasia-~-
You are My more
My love, My life
-~-Christian-~-
I'll need to go to Cartier to order it. I've been getting a lot of jewelry from them, since I've been with Anastasia.
Now that I have decided her bride gift. I'll get more work done, so I wont have much work to do on our honeymoon.
I'm starting to go through my emails, when my phone rings. It's Welch.
"Grey."
"Mr. Grey. Leila Williams has managed to obtain a concealed weapons permit yesterday. She's purchased a gun, a few hours ago. Reynolds just reported seeing her at Clayton's apartment, but she left shortly after.-"
"What?" I barely breath out. I'm not sure if he's heard me, but he continues.
"-Reynolds, checked the place out after she left, Clayton has given him the slip. A neighbor reported to Reynolds, Clayton left two days earlier, sir." Welch continues talking as Taylor bursts into my office unannounced.
"Mr. Grey, Clayton is at Kavanagh's Bridal!"
Ana!