CPOV

I've just returned home from dropping Ana off, at my parents. I really hope she has fun with the girls, but I will miss her in my bed. Elliot is on his way over for my bachelor party. It's going to be just him and I, I would assume, since I don't have many friends. Well, none.

I just walk inside our apartment when my phone buzzes with a text. I take it out and see My Beauty has sent me a picture of her sexy ass in her pajamas. Thank fuck, it's girls only!

Mine! x -C

Yours. x -A

Have fun, baby! x -C

You too! x -A

I love you! x -C

I love you more! x -A

I loved you first! x -C

I'll never stop loving you! x -A

Her last text melts my heart. I feel on top of the world. On cloud-fucking-nine.

I shower, and change into jeans and a T-shirt, I'm barefoot. I asked him for a quiet night in tonight, so we wont be going out anywhere. I'm in the kitchen, looking for what Elliot and I will have for dinner, since Mrs. Jones is with Ana. I find a container of meatballs with a note from Ana. She's so sweet. There is also bread and cheese, already shredded, for subs.

-DING-

I look up to see Elliot walk into my apartment. He doesn't see me yet, since I'm still in the kitchen.

"No strippers." I say. I get out a couple of beers for us.

He turns in my direction and grins, walking toward me.

"Oh, come on, man. That's the best party about a bachelor party."

"Then you get married." I hand him a beer.

"No way." He sits at the breakfast bar. "Since you went, and popped the question, that's all mom says anymore." He makes his voice impersonate our mother. "When are you getting married?" He shakes his head.

"Well, you are older than me."

"That doesn't mean I have to be tied down, yet. Just because you are. I'm not ready for the wife, kids, 2.5 car garage with the white picket fence."

"So, what are we doing tonight?" Let's just get this over with.

"Well, I figured you wouldn't be up for anything fun. Fun meaning strippers. So, I've got Ethan and Jose coming over. Don't worry. We're not having a sleepover like the girls." He laughs. "Just drinks and cigars, tonight. Poker, maybe shoot some pool."

"Kavanagh and Rodriguez?" Why? I could understand Jose, he's Ana's friend. But why Kavanagh?

"Yeah. I thought it would be better than just us two. Right? I mean, how boring would that be? Just you and your big brother for your bachelor party. So we're going to get wasted."

"No." I'm not.

"Uh. Yeah. We are." He takes a drink of his beer. "Your choice, boobs or booze." I run my hand through my hair. Fucking hell!

"Mr. Grey. Mr. Rodriquez and Mr. Kavanagh are requesting to come up, sir." Taylor announces. I nod.

"Send them up, Taylor." Elliot says, then stands up, clapping his hands together once. "Time to get this party started." He rubs his hands together.

I have a bad feeling about this. At least, we're staying in and not going out. What could possibly happen, staying in?

-DING-

Rodriquez and the Kavanagh boy, step off the elevator and enter my apartment. Elliot and I walk over to greet them.

"Hey, Grey." Rodriquez says. "Your brother invited me. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all." We high five and shake hands.

"Ethan Kavanagh." Kavanagh says to me. "Kate's brother."

"Christian Grey. Anastasia's fiancé." We shake hands, he has a firm grip.

"Alright." Elliot says. "I've got the booze and cigars in my truck. Ethan, help me bring it up, will ya." Elliot and Ethan leave.

"Anyone else coming?" Jose asks, as we walk to the kitchen to grab a beer.

"No. It's just us four." I hand him a beer. "I don't have buddies."

"Well, you do now."

"Thanks, man." He's Ana's friend and is quickly becoming mine. I like this guy. Mainly, because he doesn't come on to or flirt with Ana.

Elliot and Ethan, return with a lot of paper bags. Elliot lines the breakfast bar with the alcohol. He opens a box of cigars and puts one in his mouth. He turns around facing me.

"I know you don't want the typical bachelor party." He takes the cigar out of his mouth and waves it around dramatically in the air. "So, I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse." He says with a stupid fucking accent, like he's the fucking Godfather. "You can't say your bride's name. If you do, you have to take a shot."

"This is stupid." I don't even need a fucking bachelor party.

"Hey, you're the one who didn't want strippers."

"No strippers?" The Kavanagh kid says.

"Not tonight." Elliot smirks.

"Not tomorrow either." I say.

"We'll see." The fuck we will. "Let's start this party off by playing some poker. No bets. Losers take shots. We're gonna get drunk tonight!"

We play a few rounds of poker. We're drinking and smoking cigars. I've already said Ana's name twice. I can't help it. And I hate to admit it, but I am having fun. I'm winning at poker. My impassive face, giving nothing away. I haven't lost yet. The only shots I took, were the two from saying Ana's name. I've got a really shitty hand this round. I would fold but it's too much fun, fucking with Elliot. It's just, he and I left. Jose and Ethan have folded. There is no betting, since, loser takes a shot. I know I'm drinking a shot with this hand. I take a pull of my cigar, face impassive. I tap my cards on the table and lay them down in defeat. Elliot jumps up, throwing his cards down.

"Fuck yeah! I got you man! I got you! Drink up, bitch!"

I down the shot.

-DING-

"Hell yeah!" Elliot shouts, looking at the elevator. He better fucking not have!

I look to the elevator, to see my dad carrying Chinese food. He's wearing a Chinese straw hat. What the fuck?

"Food's here."

Elliot walks over to our dad. The guys and I get up to follow him. Elliot takes the food from our dad. Dad dramatically bows, causing us men to laugh. He turns around and gets in the elevator to leave. Elliot takes the box of food to the kitchen, and puts it on the breakfast bar.

"What the fuck was that?" I ask Elliot.

"Mom said he's in the doghouse. He delivered the ladies' food, and she insisted he deliver ours. He's staying at a hotel tonight." He gets out an egg roll and takes a bite. "Let's eat and play beer pong."

We each grab a container of food and chopsticks. I throw my chopsticks on the counter and grab a fork. Jose does, as well. Elliot and Ethan, clear the table from our poker mess and set up the dinning table for the beer pong. Jose and I, are on a team. Elliot and Ethan, are on another. It's obvious who the party guys are here. Jose and I have been drinking more than 'The Double E's'. Fuck! I'm feeling the buzz already. I've said Ana's name once or twice, maybe four times, I don't really know, during the game. Jose and I have gotten a few balls in, but it's obvious we're not use to this partying. I'm still having fun, regardless.

After beer pong, Elliot wants to play pool, in the balls room.

"What's a balls room?" Jose asks.

"My library. Ana doesn't like to call it the balls room."

"Here ya go, bro." Elliot hands me a shot. I throw it back.

Ethan carries some beers. Elliot carries my shot glass and a bottle of alcohol, saying I can't go two minutes without saying my baby's name. I can too! I just can't go two minutes without thinking about her. We all walk to the library.

"What happen to the balls room?"

"Ana-" Before I can finish my sentence, Elliot hands me a shot, he's already poured. Fucker! I take the shot.

Elliot sets up the billiard table. Ethan and Elliot high five, claiming the 'double E's' are a team, again.

"Don't worry, Grey. I taught Ana how to play, I know what I'm doing." Jose says to me.

"Did you just say 'Ana'?" Elliot asks from across the table. Looking suspiciously at me.

"That was Jose." I point my thumb to Jose, then point to myself. "I didn't say Ana." Shit! I just said Ana.

I down another shot.

We start our first game of billiards.

It was a close first game. We played two already, and are now on our third game. Jose and I are good, if we haven't been drinking, we'd be even better. I've taken more shots, talking about My Beauty and saying her beautiful name. I take a swig of my beer, looking for the shot. I put my bottle on a nearby shelf and stagger to the billiard table. Fuck, I can't be this messed up already! What the fuck is in those shots, Elliot is giving me? I line up the shot and fucking miss. Damn it! I stand back up, waiting for Elliot to take his shot. He doesn't move. I look at him. He's checking out Kavanagh's new tattoo.

"I'm ma get a tat, of Ana-stay-shia's face." I slur my words. They all stop what they're doing and stare at me. "Yup." Fuck, I'm drunk!

"Well, you said her name again." Elliot says, still looking at me like I have two heads. "But it looks like you're already fucked up, bro." He shrugs his shoulders and hands me another shot. "Here ya go."

I down the shot.

"Jose did this for me." Kavanagh says. "He can do yours, right now." Thinking I wont fucking do it. I fucking will! Right, fucking, now.

"I don't think that's a good idea." My fucking brother says.

"Why the fuck not?" I'm Christian fucking Grey. I can do whatever the fuck I want.

"I don't think Ana would like it."

"Why the fuck wouldn't she like it? She'll love it." I look at Jose. "You got your stuff with you?"

"Uh."

"Good." He said, 'yeah', right? "Let's do this."

I walk out of the library, almost tripping over the damn floor, back to the main room. We didn't even finish our third game of pool. I plop down on the sofa. The guys follow me. I lean back against the sofa and spread my arms out on the back.

"Christian. You're drunk," Elliot states the fucking obvious. "I don't think you should do this." He mutters, "Ana's going to fucking kill me." under his breath.

Elliot runs his hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck.

"Go get your stuff, Jose." I wave to Jose, shooing him.

"You sure?"

"Yyeess." I slur. I may be drunk, but I know what I'm doing. I want this tattoo. "Yup."

Jose leaves, to get his stuff.

Elliot sits on the table, facing me, his elbows on his knees. Kavanagh is standing near the windows, I can't see what he's doing. I'm still leaning back against the sofa, arms spread out.

"Christian." He says my name, like he's trying to talk me off a cliff. "Where are you getting this tattoo?"

"Right here." I rub my chest. "She loves my chest." I pull my shirt up to show Elliot.

"Okay buddy," He pulls my shirt back down. "but you have haphephobia. You're okay with Ana's touch, but will you be okay with Jose's?"

I run my hand through my hair. Fuck! I didn't think about that.

"Alright. ... Here, then." I grab my dick. "She loves this."

Elliot laughs loudly. "Dude! Jose is not gonna want to touch your junk!" He shakes his head and reaches in his pocket. "I'm going to call Ana." He pulls his phone out of his pocket.

"No!" I jump, sitting up straight. This fucker is going to ruin my surprise!

"Christian." He puts his phone back. "I can't let you get a tattoo of Ana's face, while you're drunk. She and Mom will have my balls. If tomorrow you want the tattoo, when you're sober, you can then. Alright?"

-DING-

Jose comes off the elevator with a big black bag. Elliot quickly stands, turning to face Jose.

"He's not getting a tat while he's drunk, Jose."

"Yeah, okay." He puts his bag down near the sofa.

"I can tomorrow." I let Jose know, pointing at him. "Yup." I sure can. Tomorrow.

We all sit around the great room. Elliot cut me off, I haven't drank this much in years. We're all talking and laughing like old friends. This is what Ana brought to my life. I never would have just sat around my apartment, hanging out with the guys like this. Jose and Ethan, tell us stories of a young Ana. They say she was always so sweet, quiet and shy. Always so forgiving, even to fucking bumble bees. Elliot forgot he has a gift for me. Jose and Ethan also brought gifts. I don't need anything.

They bring me their gifts to open. This is so fucking weird.

I got shirts that say, 'Under New Management - Just Married' and 'This guy loves his wife'. A new pair of runners. A ball and chain. Wine glasses that say, 'I do' and 'I do what she says'. A photo frame, I suspect from Jose. It says, 'I'm Her Always. I'm His Forever.'

I couldn't tell you who gave me what, because I'm so drunk, I just started opening shit that was put in front of me. I stand, stretching, after I've opened everything. I'm getting tired. It's time to go to bed.

"You guys can stay here if you want. Elliot can show you guest rooms, or have Taylor drive you. Thanks for tonight. I'm going to bed." I leave Elliot to be the host he is. I'm too drunk and tired.

I stumble to my room. I run into the damn door that jumped out of no-fucking-where. Fucking door!

In my room, I take off my shirt and pants, then climb into bed. I can fucking sleep without my Ana. I toss and turn. Finally giving up, I throw the covers off of me and get out of bed. I grab my pants, taking my phone out of the pocket, and speed dial her number.

"Hello?"

I drop my phone, trying to get back into bed. "Shit."

"Christian?"

I bend to pick up my phone, and hit my head on the table near our bed. "Shit!" That fucking hurt! I rub my head, and get into bed.

"Christian, are you alright?" My baby's sweet voice, sounds so concerned.

"Heyy, bbaby." I slur. I miss her. I pull her pillow to my face and inhale her scent. I can smell her on her pillow.

"Have you been drinking?" She giggles.

"I don't what your talking about." I slur again. She giggles again. "I love your giggle. ... Yup. ... I love your giggle and your pussy. I fucking love your pussy. I love fucking your pussy."

"Christian!" She laughs loudly. I love that sound.

"I love how wet you always are for me." I continue. "Are you wet right now?" She's always so fucking wet!

"Well, I did just get out of the pool."

"Pool? I didn't know you were going there to swim." Is that what they do at Bridal Showers? Play in water.

"Neither did I."

"Did you pack that sexy bikini I like?" I get hard just thinking about her wearing her sexy bikini, all wet from swimming.

"Christian!" Elliot pounds on my bedroom door. "You better not be calling a 1-900 number, Ana will surely kill me then!" He yells through the closed door.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to talk to my Ana! Ana! Ana! Ana-fucking-stasia!" I can say her name all I want now.

I hear Ana laughing.

"He made me take a shot, every time I said your name." I tell her.

"You must of said it a lot." She giggles.

"So... Did ya?" Let's get back to our conversation. "Wear that sexy bikini?" I ask Ana. I rub my cock through my boxer briefs.

"No." She giggles. "I didn't pack a suit. We went skinny dipping."

"You went skinny dipping with my grandmother?!"

She laughs loudly. "No!"

I close my eyes.

"I miss you, baby. I wish you were here."

"I miss you, too. I wish you were here."

"Alright." I sit up. "I'll be right there."

"No. Christian." She giggles. "You can't."

I lay back down. "Why?" I whine.

"Because." She giggles more. "You just can't. Not to mention you've obviously been drinking. And I'm in a house full of girls, that wont let you in."

"Taylor can drive me. And I'll climb a tree or something, to your window. Just tell me what room you're in." She laughs.

I wouldn't want to climb into Grandmother Trevelyan's window. Or my mother's. Or my sister's. Or any-fucking-one else's.

"Okay, Romeo. Slow down. You just stay there. I wouldn't want you to break a leg trying to climb a tree while you're drunk."

"You're funny."

"And you're drunk. You should go to bed. I think you need some sleep."

"I'd rather go to bed with you." I close my eyes, again.

"Would you settle for phone sex?"

I perk up. "Phone sex?" Hell yeah! "Now you're talking."

"Oooh." She moans. My eyes, pop wide open.

"Anastasia!" I sit up fast. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm touching myself. Touch your dick for me, Christian."

Oh, fuck! I lay back down. I reach inside my boxer briefs and fist myself.

"Imagine my lips wrapped around your dick." I tighten my grip around my dick.

"Oh, fuck!" I stoke myself. "Rub your clit for my, baby."

"Ooooh, Christian."

I groan, hearing her moan.

"Pinch your nipples. I want to fuck your tits. You have such perfect tits." I pump my hand, stroking my dick, fast.

"Mmmm." I hear her sucking and moaning. "I taste so good."

"Oh, fuck! Ana!" I know! I stroke myself faster. "I want to taste you, baby."

"Oh. Oh, Christian. I'm going to come."

"Come for me, baby." I moan. And blow my load. Warm streams, of white sticky cum, shoot out of my dick, all over my chest.

"Christian!" I hear her moan out my name. I continue to pump my dick, milking it. I hear her panting. And I black out.

"I love you, Christian."

"Christian? ... Christian?"

APOV

"I love you, Christian." He doesn't reply.

"Christian? ... Christian?"

Did he seriously just pass out on me, after our phone sex?