CPOV
I left my baby, napping in our bed.
I need to call my father, to get that restraining order against Clayton. Nothing could be done since he didn't touch her and he didn't break any laws. Smartass didn't even 'threaten' her. Fucker! I wont risk him getting near my baby again. This restraining order may just be a piece of paper and she may have Sawyer and know self defense. But if he comes near her again, he'll be thrown in jail. I wish he'd just go to fucking Alaska! Timbuk-fucking-tu would be better. His choice, heat or cold. See, I'm nice, letting him choose.
In my office, I call my father.
"Christian. I was expecting you to call." I frown. Why?
"Okay. Well, I was calling to ask you, to get a restraining order for Anastasia and I, against a Paul Clayton."
"Oh." He sounds surprised. "Is everything alright?" Now, he sounds concerned.
"Everything is taken care of. It's just a precaution."
"I see. Who is Paul Clayton? A business associate?"
"Kind of. He was, but he's not any longer. He is also Anastasia's ex."
"Her ex?" I hear the disapproval in his tone.
"Yes, father. She had a past life before me." Just as I had a past before her.
"How long did that last? And why did that relationship end?"
What the fuck is this? 20 fucking questions. I just need a fucking restraining order.
"He beat the fuck out of her," I growl out through my teeth. "Does it really fucking matter, why. I just need a restraining order, so he doesn't go near her again."
"I'm just trying to know of her previous relationships, son. You need to know why they ended." I do know. He doesn't need to know. "You're planning to marry this girl, without a pre-nup in two weeks."
Not this shit again! I run my hand through my hair, frustrated.
"I know her past, and she knows mine. It's nobody else's concern or business. You and I have already hashed out this pre-nup bullshit. My answer is still the same as before. NO." I say just as firm as I did two weeks ago.
"I'm just looking out for you, Christian. You're my son. You need to protect yourself. You have your business and money. You're very wealthy and this is very rushed. Why a month? Seems awfully convenient for her. If this leads to a divorce, without a pre-nup, she could ruin you. It's not just yourself you have to look out for. You have all your employees, as well. Use your head, son."
"She wouldn't do that. It was my decision to get married in a month, not hers. She wanted to wait longer. I've told you, I'm not going into my marriage with a fucking contract, stating who gets what, when it ends. It's not fucking ending. This conversation, however, is. Do not fucking bring it up again!"
"Christian this is so instantaneous. You have to see, this is risky. I'm not saying your marriage will fail, son. I pray that it doesn't. I want you happy. I can see, Anastasia makes you happy. She's a nice young girl. And I do like her. But it's still so new. Everything is good when you first start out. This is your first relationship and you've only known each other a short while. You don't know much about her, Christian." That's what he thinks.
I do know her. And she knows me. We may not have known each other very long, but we know each other.
This is not my first walk in the park, I've been with so many different women. That's why I know. She's the one.
"Carrick." I warn him. "I love Anastasia. I'm going to marry her in two weeks. She's the only one for me. If she ever leaves me, she might as well take every-fucking-thing I have! I don't give a fuck! I'm not having her sign a pre-fucking-nuptial agreement!" I'm tired of this pointless conversation. I hang up on him.
I have plenty of lawyers. I'll just call one of them to get me the restraining order. I'd rather my dad do it for us, but this pre-nup bullshit seems to be stuck up his ass. All my previous relationships, if you'd even call them that, started with a contract. I'm not starting my marriage with a fucking contract on how it ends. No-fucking-way! I know Anastasia is it for me. She's expressed her fear of me being the one to leave her. I would never fucking do that. Ever. I love her! I may have never loved before, but I know without a doubt she's the only one I will ever love. Why wait? That's why we're marrying so abruptly. And just, two short weeks left. I can't fucking wait until she is my wife! Mrs. Anastasia Grey. Mine!
APOV
I woke and Christian wasn't in bed with me. He must be doing the work he needed to do. I still have so much to get done and so little time. I grab Christian's tablet to use, since he's probably working on his laptop in his office. I walk out to the main room and sit on the sofa. I start looking at backyard wedding ideas. Crap! We'll need to rent tents, tables and chairs. I better call Grace to confirm it with her.
"Grey residence."
"May I please speak with, Grace?"
"Ana?"
"Grace?"
She laughs. "Oh, I'm sorry dear I rushed to answer, without looking to see who was calling. How are you darling?"
"I'm well. I was just thinking about what all we have to do before the wedding, when I realized we need to rent tents, tables and chairs. I'm so sorry this last minute notice. I didn't even think about it. With the paparazzi, my dress, invitations, the cake, the flowers. It's a lot of work planning this wedding, in such a short amount of time."
"Oh, sweetheart. Don't you worry. I host events here a lot. I've already ordered everything we'll need, for the wedding. Don't over work yourself."
"Oh, thank goodness. We all wont have to sit on the grass." She laughs.
"Why don't you hire a wedding planner, dear? They'll take care of everything for you."
"I appreciate that. And Christian even insisted. But, I'd like to plan my own wedding and do everything that needs to be done myself. I'm grateful for Kate and Mia's help, yours as well. I don't want this to be a big wedding, like a planner would probably insist, with Christian being who he is. I'd like it to be more about us. Not The Christian Grey getting married. A wedding planner wouldn't know anything about us as a person."
"A wedding planner doesn't plan your wedding, darling. They coordinate everything and would do everything you ask. But I understand. How is everything else going? I know we ordered the cake, you have your dress. Kate said you've chosen your bouquet. We have the venue and tent, chairs, tables needed. Carrick and I will take care of the food for the reception. What's left on your list?"
"I honestly don't know. I've never done this before." I nervously giggle and she laughs at my joke as well. "I've been looking online at some things. I'd like to check out craft and thrift stores for decorations. They always have great finds."
"Thrift stores?" She sounds surprised.
"One man's trash, is another man's treasure. Or woman."
"How true." "That boy has always been too damn stubborn! He's not thinking with the right fucking head!" "Oh, dear. Carrick's in a mood. I better let you go dear."
"Okay. And thanks again, Grace. For everything. Not just the wedding stuff. But also for raising the man I love."
"Oh. Ana." I hear her getting emotional. Carrick continues. "He wont fucking listen to reason! Maybe I should just talk to her! One of them will surely listen! And it's not him!" "He's getting very temperamental. I better go see what's going on with him. I'll talk to you later, dear."
"Laters." I use Elliot's line. That's where Christian must get his temper from. I giggle.
I continue to look online for wedding ideas. Crap! We need a photographer. I wonder if Jose can recommend anyone. I better call him now.
"Dios mio, Ana! You're getting married! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I know. I know. I'm a terrible friend. How did you find out?"
"I just now opened my mail when you called. I got an invitation. Two weeks? Really? Did he knock ya up? What's with the rush?"
"Yes. Christian got me pregnant and we need to hurry! I want to get married before I start to show." He's quiet.
After awhile he starts laughing. "No, you're not!"
"No. I'm not." I say frustrated. "I really wish that wasn't the first question everyone asked as soon as they find out about us getting married."
"Shit. Sorry, Ana. But why two weeks?"
"It was a month. Two weeks have past, we have two weeks left."
"Oh. Well, that's much more reasonable." I can hear the sarcasm in his tone, much like mine earlier.
"Bite me. Christian didn't want to wait. He didn't see the need to, and I agreed."
"Well, consider this my RSVP. I wouldn't miss it for the world ending."
"Thanks! I knew I could count on you. I also need a really, really huge, gigantic, enormous favor. I need a recommendation for a photographer."
"No, way. - Jose." He laughs.
"Please. I really need a photographer. I would ask you, but you're our guest."
"Ask me."
"I did. I asked you if you could recommend someone."
"No. Me. Ask me."
"You want to take the photos?"
"Hell yeah!"
"But you're our guest. I want you to enjoy yourself."
"Bug, I will enjoy myself. One, because my friend is getting married. Two, because I'll be doing what I love. Working the camera. I'm your man. Well not 'your man', your cameraman. Besides. I'm the best."
"Jose, you are the best! Not man, that's Elliot. Well, to me the best man is Christian, but Elliot is his best man." I giggle.
I notice Christian walk into the main room. He looks pissed. Again. I giggle thinking about Grace and Carrick. Christian has a temper, just like Carrick. Everyone knows that Christian does. But, that was the first time I've heard Carrick upset. I guess that may have something to do with not knowing the Grey's very long. Well, him. I've gotten closer to Grace and Mia, through planning our wedding and Elliot from Kate. I don't know much about my soon to be father in-law's personality. Christian sits beside me and runs his hand through his hair. Yup. Frustrated.
"Jose, I have to go. My man, just walked in."
"Alright. I'll see ya soon."
"Soon."
I hang up. As soon as I do, Christian pounces. He grabs my face and starts kissing me. Woah! He pushes me down on the couch, so I'm laying, with him on top of me. He grabs both my wrists in one of his hands, holding them above my head. His other hand skims down my side, lifting the shirt I'm wearing as his hand travels to my breast. He pulls my bra cup down, and pinches my nipple. I moan in his mouth and push my breast toward him. He lets go of my nipple and roughly lifts my shirt, my breasts on full display. He pulls my other bra cup down, and laches on my nipple sucking hard, continuing to pinch my other nipple. He starts pushing his erection into my covered sex. I open my legs more to give him better access, and raise my hips, grinding back.
"Oh, fuck." He says.
He pulls back looking at me. I can see his dark eyes full of want and lust. He kisses me, again, like his life depends on it. I hear his zipper. He pulls my sweat pants, along with my panties down, I help him get them off. I feel him at my entrance and he enters me. I moan, and wrap my legs around him, meeting his thrusts. Still holding my hands in one of his, his other hand holds my head in place, his fingers in my hair. He kisses my chin, my jaw, my neck, behind my ear.
"I fucking love." He whispers in my ear, breathless.
"Oh. I love you!" I turn my head kissing him.
"Oh, fuck." He murmurs against my lips. "Come, baby. Come!" He says urgently and comes. Continuing to kiss and to thrust into me.
Him loosing his control, because of me, sets me off and I come with him. He collapses onto me, pushing me into the sofa. His head in the crook of my neck. We're panting. I wiggle my wrists and he lets go. He pulls out of me and kisses my lips softly.
"Thank you, baby. I needed that." He kisses me again.
"We aim to please." I giggle.
He gets off me and I sit up, fixing my bra and shirt. "Please pass me my sweats." I hold out my hand for them.
"Yes, ma'am." I raise my eyebrow at him. He hands me my sweat pants and I put them and my panties back on.
I sit back on the sofa my feet under me this time. Getting comfortable. I grab the tablet again. And it's like nothing happened. I look up at him when I realize he's still standing there, starring at me. I giggle.
"Well, if you're just going to stand there, sit and help me decide wedding decorations."
He smirks, shaking his head. Then sits with me.
"What are you doing?"
"What I was doing before a passing insatiable man, disturbed me."
"I didn't hear any complaints coming from you." I kiss him.
We look at a lot of ideas for wedding decorations. And I plan on going to a craft store tomorrow during my lunch. Speaking of lunch, I get up to make us sandwiches and we eat as we continue to go through wedding details, and planning. I even tell him what our cake will look like. He seems pleased with all the preparations I've done so far. He said, him and his mother will take care of the food at the reception. Grace told me that earlier. Grace also insisted on hosting the rehearsal dinner, as well. Christian and I have been cuddled up on the sofa going through wedding stuff for hours. Gail announces, she's fixed our dinner and it's ready whenever we are. I didn't even realize it was getting later. We stop our planning and eat our dinner. After dinner, I talk Christian into watching a movie.
We're in the media room, looking through wedding movies. When in Rome, right?
"Oh, what about Meet the Parents? It's funny and it's about getting married."
"I've already met Ray. He's just like the dad in that film."
I laugh. "You're lucky he hasn't hooked you up to the lie detector, yet."
"What do you me, yet?" I laugh again.
I continue to look through the wedding movies. I want a funny movie.
"What about The Hangover?"
He kisses my head."Okay."
I click the button on the remote to play the movie. I snuggle next to my man and he wraps his arms around me. We watch the movie together. It is extremely funny. When it's over, we both look at each other and say. "No, Vegas."
It's finally Monday. I haven't been to Grey Publishing since last Monday. I left before I began on Tuesday, when I was upset with Christian. Then the paparazzi found out about the wedding, causing us to miss the rest of the week. I love what I do here. It's my dream job. I also love that I can work my way up. I'm not getting special treatment for being with the CEO. I'm taking a much needed bathroom break when I hear the door open and a gal starts talking, presumably to another Grey Publishing employee.
"I heard he just gave her the job."
"I don't think you can just give someone a job, without them knowing how to do it. She proves herself here." Hannah?
"Well, when it was SIP, we weren't hiring. Now suddenly there's an opening. There are plenty of other potentials out there that got bypassed without a second glance. All because she's sleeping with him." Oh my gosh! I wonder who she's talking about?
"They're getting married."
"That doesn't make it right."
I finish and walk out. I see Hannah and Elizabeth Morgan. I wash my hands.
"It's nice to see you at work, Ana." Elizabeth says to me.
"It's nice to see you too." Hannah, looks like she's seen a ghost. Elizabeth, has a smug look on her face and that's when I finally get it. She was talking about me. "Is there something you'd like to say, Ms. Morgan?"
"I was just saying to Hannah, It must be nice to miss a whole week of work."
"Not that it's any of your business. But, Mr. Grey approved of my absence. And I didn't miss any work. I did everything I would have done here, at home."
"Well, it must be nice to have the CEO in your back pocket. You sure are milking it for all it's worth." What?!
Hannah's jaw drops to the floor in disbelief that she would talk to me, the CEO's fiancé, like that.
It's time to show this bitch who's boss. And I don't mean, Christian.
"I don't just have him in my pocket. I have him in my bed." She's right, I am sleeping with him. "And if I were truly milking it. You would be out of a job."
She snorts. "You can't fire me. You're just a lowly assistant. I'm an Editor."
"I may be just an assistant. But in less than two weeks. I will be Mrs. Christian Grey. That means, I own everything he does. That would make this 'lowly assistant', your boss. So, yes. I can fire you. Today. Tomorrow. Whenever I see fit. It's best you treat the 'lowly employees' here with respect." I raise my brow like Christian does, when he means business.
She looks taken aback, totally shocked, not expecting that from me. Quiet Ana. Really?
"I.. I.. I.." You what? Got your ass handed to you? I know.
"Don't let it happen again." I say sternly, channeling my inner Christian.
"Yes, ma'am." I don't correct her.
She makes a quick exit.
"I'm so sorry, Ana. I wasn't-"
"I know, Hannah." I smile at her. She's been a great friend, here. She doesn't treat me differently because I'm with Christian. And she wasn't talking with Elizabeth behind my back.
"How's wedding planning going?"
"It's a lot of work. I actually have an invitation for you in my bag."
"Really? Wow! Thanks, so much." I smile at her and we walk out to continue our work.
It's my lunch break so I'm going to the craft store. Sawyer parks and opens my door. We walk in and I look around. I find these letters that you can put lights in. I grab a G,R,E, and a Y. I get the lights I need and look around for more. I get thick dark gray ribbon for the chairs at the reception part of our wedding, to tie ribbons on them. I can also use this to wrap around my bouquet. I saw a sign you can make for your wedding about picking a seat, not a side. I think it would be perfect for our wedding. So I look at their frames. I don't see any I like, maybe I'll look at the thrift store for that. I walk to the register and pay for my items. I carry my bags out. Sawyer opens the back for me and I load my stuff inside the SUV. He opens my door and I thank him. He drives me to a thrift store near GEH, so I have enough time to grab something to eat before I go back to work.
Sawyer parks and opens my door. I, again, thank him. We walk in and I look around. They have wedding dresses here. How neat. I grab one with a lot of lace on it. I can use it for something, I'm sure. I look at their frames, but I don't see any I'd like for the sign. I start looking at their mirrors and I see one that looks beautiful. The paint is chipping but I can paint it. I'll paint it dark gray. I don't need the mirror, just the frame. I look around and see a book I enjoy. I'm not sure if Christian has that book in the library. It's a good book so I better get it. I try reaching for it, it's up high on the shelf. An arm comes in front of my view. I look and it's Sawyer. He gets the book down for me and I thank him. I better get back to work so we pay and leave.
We walk out, me carrying my load. Sawyer opens the back and just before I put my items in the back I hear my name.
"Ana?" I turn around still holding my items. It's Christian's father. He looks at me holding my items and then to Sawyer.
"Hi, Mr. Grey." I turn back to the SUV and put the items inside. I turn back around to face Carrick. "How are you?"
"I'm as good as I can be. I'm glad I caught you. I've been wanting to speak with you. Do you have a moment?"
"Sure." I have time.
"I was hoping I could go over a prenuptial agreement with you and you could talk to Christian about it. It's nothing against you personally, I'm just looking out for my son."
"I don't have time to go over anything right now, I'm only on my lunch break. I completely understand, though. I told Christian I will sign anything he asks. Perhaps you could discuss this with Christian first. I'll sign anything. I love your son and plan on being with him forever. That's why I'm marrying him. I understand the pre-nup is to protect Christian if we were to divorce, but I assure you we will not be getting a divorce. Even if we did, I wouldn't want anything from him. That's all his, not mine. After you talk to Christian, and he agrees, could you have the pre-nup written to were I get nothing. I wouldn't want anything that would remind me of him, if anything were to happen."
He looks taken aback. "I've already spoken to Christian."
"Oh. Okay. Well, then let me know when you have the pre-nup ready for me to sign. I should be getting back to work. I just wanted to look at this store." I point to the thrift store. He looks back at the store then back at me. He has a frown on his face. "I'll see you later, Mr. Grey."
I smile at him and get into the SUV with Sawyer. He drives me to the deli. I get out and order my sandwich and sit at a table to eat my lunch. I take out my notebook I've been writing wedding things in and go over what I have to do.
I'm not upset that Christian decided on the pre-nup after all. He is worth a lot of money and it is to protect him if anything were to happen. But it hurts he wouldn't talk to me about it, and had his dad approach me. He was so angry when his dad first suggested the pre-nup, after we first got engaged. He probably came to his senses after meeting my mother. My last name may be Steele, but the only thing I want to steal from him, is his last name. And his heart.
I continue with my lunch and return to GEH to work.