Me and Mr. Grey…...Part 19
Christian was on a call, when Taylor walked into his office. He motioned for him to come in, and have a seat.
After getting off the call, Christian leaned forward. "Have you taken care of everything?"
Taylor nodded. "Yes, I have bugs on her phone, and on her main vehicle."
Christian leaned back in his chair. "Good, I want to know who she is talking to, and seeing at all times."
"Now you will."
"Thanks, Taylor, that will be all."
Taylor nodded, got up, and left.
Christian sighed.
He knew Brenda would hit the ceiling if she ever found out, but she never would. Taylor was very good at what he did. There was no chance she would ever discover anything.
He knew it was wrong, but he simply did not trust her anymore…
Brenda went into the bathroom and closed the door. The phone rung a couple of times, before she heard that familiar accent. "Brenda?"
"Hello, Jax."
Jax did not expect to hear from her, not this soon. "Is everything ok?"
Brenda sat down on the side of the tub. "I just called to apologize. I am so sorry...for everything."
"Brenda, don't apologize. Look, I accept full responsibility. I pursued a married woman, and her husband had every right to get upset."
"He hit you Jax."
Jax laughed. "Hard."
"Jax! That is not funny."
"I promise, I did not think it was funny, when it happened. Look, Brenda, I had a couple of bruises, but I survived."
"What exactly happened?"
"He just showed up at my hotel room door...in New York."
Brenda climbed inside of the empty tub, and leaned back. "I don't remember, Christian going out of town?"
"He owns a private jet?"
"Yes."
"Well, he flew to New York, hit me, and flew back."
"Oh my God, Jax. I am so sorry. Did he say anything?"
"Yeah, next time I'd end up in the hospital, if I touched you again."
Brenda covered her mouth. "I am so sorry, Jax."
"Brenda, stop apologizing. I deserved it. You're his wife. I didn't like it when Sonny, was chasing you, while you were with me."
"I know, but he had no right to hit you. I don't even know how he found you?"
"Brenda, if you know a good PI, you can find anyone. I found you in LA."
She sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Well, I have to go, I don't want to end up dead."
"Jax, stop with the jokes."
He laughed. "Seriously, I have a meeting."
"You have a meeting?"
"Yes, Brenda."
Brenda sat up. "And this has nothing to do with Christian?"
"Brenda, I really have a meeting." He walked into the conference room. "And your making me look really unprofessional. If I didn't own this company, they'd probably fire me."
"Ok, Jax…if you...say so."
"Do I detect a frown, on that beautiful face?"
"I'm just worried about you."
"Brenda, stop worrying. Sweetheart, I'm fine, but I really must go."
"Ok, only if you're being honest?"
"It's the truth, I swear."
"Well, I won't keep you."
"I'll talk to you later, goodbye, Brenda."
"Bye, Jax."
She disconnected the call….
Christian was deep in thought, when his office door opened.
He spotted Brayden peeking in.
He smiled, stood up, and walked around the desk. "Who is that? Is it a monster?"
"No, it's just Brayden."
"Well, come on in."
Brayden ran in, and Christian picked him up.
Tango ran in behind him, and plopped down at Christian's feet.
Brayden was holding one of his toy helicopters. "I broke the propeller."
"Good job! You remembered the name."
Christian had been teaching him the names, of the different parts on the helicopter.
Christian stepped over Tango, walked over to the sofa, and sat down.
Brayden moved next to him.
He reached over, and rubbed the top of his son's head. "Give me a minute, and I'll fix it."
Christian popped the propeller back into place. "There you go."
Brayden smiled. "Thanks!"
Christian handed it to him.
He jumped up. "Come on Tango!"
He ran out of the office with Tango following.
They almost ran over Brenda. She had to jump out of the way. "Slow down, Brayden!"
She walked into the office, and sat down next to Christian. "I haven't seen much of you today."
He grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his lap. "I've been working." He kissed her neck. "Are you ready for our first therapy session?"
"Actually, I am. I am very interested in meeting the man, who knows everything about you. Maybe, I'll find out some things about myself too."
"That's the general idea."
She ran her fingers through his hair. "And maybe we can work on, relating better to one another."
Christian nodded. "I hope so, because we are never getting a divorce, so we have no choice."
She stood up. "If it got bad enough, you'd do it."
"No, I wouldn't. This is forever."
She nodded. "I hear you."
"I'm f*cking serious, Brenda."
"I know. Well, I have to go and change, it's almost time to leave."
He nodded.
She left.
Christian, who was already dressed, got up, and followed her.
As soon as she walked into their bedroom, she started removing her clothes.
She went into the bathroom, and pulled her hair into a chignon.
Christian stood in the doorway, and watched her.
She opened her makeup case, and applied some.
She threw on some pearl earrings, and finished it off with a strong red lip.
She turned and spotted Christian staring at her. "Hey...I won't be long. I just have to slide on my clothes."
"No rush."
She picked up a bottle of perfume, and spritzed herself.
She walked passed him.
He grabbed her, and pulled her to him, nibbling on her neck. "Christian, stop. We have to go. I don't want to be late, to our very first therapy session."
She wiggled away.
His eyes followed her. She had on a nude bra and panty set. "Baby, your a** looks amazing."
She looked at him briefly. "Thanks to your trainer."
"No, your a** has always been hot."
She went into the closet, grabbed a black pencil skirt, and slid it on.
She pulled on a white blouse, and tucked it inside of her skirt. He walked up and zipped it up.
She turned and kissed him. She ran her thumb across his lips. "I forgot I was wearing red."
She leaned down, and slipped on a pair of knee high black leather boots.
Christian looked her over. "I don't know if he'll be able to concentrate, or am I referring to myself?"
He grabbed a handful of her derriere. "I want to bury my tongue in this a**."
She giggled. "If you were not so hot, I'd probably be grossed out."
"You like having my tongue there, admit it."
She smiled. "Sometimes."
"All the time. I have something else, that you'd like even better."
She laughed. "No, thank you."
She grabbed her leather jacket. "Let's go, I don't want to be late."
She turned off the light in the closet, and they left...
Therapy session 1
Brenda walked into the office and looked around. There was a couple of chairs, a couch, some paintings, and a box of Kleenex, resting on top of a coffee table.
Christian helped her out of her jacket, and placed it on the arm of the sofa.
"Hello, Christian."
Christian turned. "Dr. Floyd...hello." He grabbed Brenda's hand. "This is my wife, Brenda."
She smiled. "Hello." Brenda was shocked. He was really good looking.
He shook her hand. "Nice to meet you. She is a beauty Christian. She looks better than you."
Christian smiled. He didn't know how many times, he'd heard that.
Dr. Floyd sat in one of the chairs.
Christian and Brenda sat down on the sofa. He took his glasses out of his shirt pocket. "Are you two, planning on having, all of these sessions together?"
They looked at each other, then at Dr. Floyd. "Yes."
"I don't want you two to hold back. In order for these sessions to work, there has to be honesty, but Christian is aware of that."
Brenda nodded. "I won't hide anything."
"How much do you know about Christian?"
"I know about his mother, and some of what happened while he lived with her. I don't know what exactly happened, but I know it was bad."
Dr. Floyd looked at Christian. "So, you did tell her?"
Christian nodded.
Dr. Floyd turned his attention back to Brenda. "Brenda, I would love to know about your childhood."
"What would you like to know?"
"How did you grow up?"
Brenda told him all about her childhood and her family.
"So, you two are very similar in some ways. Feeling abandoned by your parents?"
Brenda looked at Christian. "Pretty much."
The buzzer went off. Session one was over.
The first session consisted mostly of Dr. Floyd, trying to get to know Brenda.
Dr. Floyd stood up. "Brenda, I feel like I know you a little better. The next session, I want to talk about your past relationships."
They both nodded, thanked him, and left...
Brenda and Christian are eating lunch at a restaurant.
Brenda took a sip of her water. "Session one wasn't too bad."
"Were you nervous?"
"Not really."
"Brenda, as long as we are committed to making this work, it will work."
"I agree."
Therapy Session 2
"Brenda, tell me a little about your past relationships."
"Well, when I was younger, I loved and hard. I guess in some ways I still do."
She told him all about her failed relationships, and failed weddings.
"How did that make you feel?"
"Not good. I had a nervous breakdown, after the first one."
That shocked Christian, he had no idea.
Brenda continued. "Just imagine going to a packed church, and the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, does not show up. I was devastated."
"Did he get cold feet?"
She shook her head. "He was in the mob, and someone threatened to kill me."
"Did you ever get back together?"
"No."
"What about the second time?"
"Jax showed up, he just said no. I kissed someone else, and he found out."
"So, Christian is the first person you actually married?"
"No, I married another guy, but it was not like that. We never kissed or anything. He was a friend of mine, I guess you can call him that. I thought I was losing my mind, at least that's what my ex led me to believe. So, I married him, because I trusted him to take care of me, and not pity me. Well, I found out I was fine, but then we got into some trouble, and being married prevented us from having to testify, against each other. So, we stayed married for a little while longer. As soon as we were exonerated, we got an annulment."
Dr Floyd removed his glasses. "Exonerated from what?"
"Murder...charges."
Christian turned to her. "F*ck, Brenda."
"We didn't do it, Christian."
Brenda preceded to tell them, all about Luis, who was her ex, who lied about her health. He did it all to keep her away from Jax and Sonny. And someone ended up killing him. She was caught coming out his hotel room, the night he was killed. The guy she married, was also at the hotel, looking for her, so he was charged too.
Christian just sat there in shock. It was like he was being introduced, to a whole new person.
Dr. Floyd looked at Christian. "Did you know any of this?"
Christian shook his head. "Not ninety percent of it. I knew about the failed weddings, that's it." His eyes fell on her. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know, everything with us happened so fast. It slipped my mind. Are you angry?"
"No, just shocked. I had no idea you were married before, that I wish I knew."
"Christian, it was not a real marriage. We didn't even kiss at the ceremony."
Christian questioned her. "Where is this guy?"
"He's in Port Charles. His name is Jason. He honestly can't stand me."
"Well, why didn't he just help himself?"
"Because even though he can't stand me, he still looks after me. It's weird I know."
"Another man that loves you."
"No, Christian. Trust me, he does not love me. Hell, he doesn't even like me."
Dr. Floyd interrupted. "And he always looks after you?"
"Not recently, because I haven't been in any trouble. But he has been there for me. He was my rock during the fall out of both weddings, whether I wanted him there or not."
"And he's not interested in you?"
She shook her head. "No. Sonny is his best friend. The guy I almost married the first time."
"Maybe, that's why he never pursued you."
Brenda sighed, she was really getting aggravated. "Jason, does not love me! Let's not spend too much time talking about him. Trust me, he would not like it!"
*buzzer*
Dr. Floyd closed his notebook.
"We'll continue next time. Christian, don't keep anything bottled up. If you have questions, ask her. And Brenda answer truthfully."
They both nodded.
Christian and Brenda are in the car, on the way home.
"Sh*t Brenda, you have lived quite the life. Who are you?"
She grabbed his free hand. "You know me. Christian we haven't been together long, there is a lot we don't know about each other. Some things I actually forgot about, or they didn't seem that important, but based off of your reaction, I guess they are."
"Yes, they are. You've lived quite the life."
Brenda rolled her eyes. "So, have you Mr. Whips and Chains!"
"You still should have told me you married before?"
Brenda sighed. "It was annulled! So it never existed!"
Christian laughed. "A technicality."
She leaned over and kissed his neck. "You are my first and only real husband, and the sexiest."
Christian was still curious about this marriage. "Did you two get married, in a church?"
Brenda moved back to her seat. "You won't believe this, but it was in…..Vegas."
"What?"
She held up her hand. "Trust me, there is no comparison to our ceremony. We were married in the True Blue Chapel…..correction, it was the True Love Chapel, and it was horrible. We argued the whole time. There was nothing romantic about it. We bought our rings from a man, who sold them out of a box. Somebody played the accordion, and a man wearing the dumbest looking suit ever, married us. He looked a mess! The whole ceremony was a mess! We just wanted it over and done with."
Christian laughed.
She grabbed his hand. "Baby, trust...there was no comparison to our beautiful ceremony."
The smile left Christian's face. "And your nervous breakdown?"
She looked out of the window. "What about it?"
"I wish you would have told me about it."
"It was a dark time Christian, and I really just wanted to forget it."
"Brenda, I realize you've kissed a lot of frogs-"
She smiled and interrupted him. "No, I haven't kissed that many frogs, no where near as many women, as you've tied up."
"Let me finish woman. I am just saying….I'm happy you ended up with me."
"Me too, Baby. Sex just hasn't been the same since. I get spanked, and semen shot all over me! I honestly don't know, what I did, to receive all this good fortune."
He laughed and pulled up in the parking
garage….
It's a couple hours later, and Christian is in his office working. Brayden is still at preschool.
Brenda was bored and she needed a little afternoon snack. She decided to go and pay Christian a visit.
She didn't knock she just opened the door.
He was sitting at his desk, working on his laptop, and talking on the phone. He looked briefly at her.
She was still wearing the skirt she wore to the therapy session, minus the heels.
She made her way inside, and locked the door.
She walked over to the desk, leaned down, and kissed his neck.
He kept talking and looking at figures.
She pushed his chair back. Then unfastened his pants, and pulled him through the hole of his boxers.
Christian shook his head, and covered the receiver. "Not now, this is important."
She ignored him, and dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth.
Christian struggled to talk. "Darrell, I'll call you back...in a half an hour." He ran his fingers through her hair. "I know, I'll call you back." Christian disconnected the call. "Sh*t Brenda, that call was important."
She stood up. "They all are. It's time to take, a f*cking break. Get it? "
He smiled. "Yeah, I get your corny attempt at a joke." He reached up under her skirt, and pulled her panties down her legs.
"Since you have decided to interrupt me, I'm going to make it worth my while."
He stood up and kissed her hard. Then turned her around and moved her hair to the side, kissing her neck. He led her over to the sofa. She was about to turn around, but he stopped her. He pulled her skirt, all the way up, until it was circling her waist. "I want your a** up." She moved to the couch and gripped the back. "Spread your legs."
She obeyed.
He removed his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and got rid of the rest of his clothes. "Brenda, I want to smack this a**."
"Ok."
He hit on her left cheek, and then her right. Then she felt his tongue enter her.
As quickly as his tongue entered her, he removed it, and slid himself into her. She bit her lip, and then he was out, beating himself against her opening. And then he was in her again, but this time he didn't pull out. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and buried himself into her.
There was nothing gentle about his strokes. It was a mix of long and slow, with hard and fast. She was just about to cum, when he pulled out.
He sat down and pulled her on top of him. "Ride me until we cum."
She eased down on him, and started working her hips, as he held on. "Oh sh*t, Brenda...Baby."
He tore open her blouse.
She stopped. "Christian! You just ruined my blouse!"
"I'll buy you ten more just like it. Move those f*cking hips!"
He pushed her bra up, and pulled one of her buds into his mouth.
He placed his hands up under her a**, stood up, and they moved to the floor, and now he's on top, driving into her. She yelled his name and came. He grunted, pulled out, and came on her stomach.
"Christian!"
"Sh*t the blouse is already ruined. A little of me won't hurt."
"It's a lot of you." She reached up and touched her hair. "Christian, its in my hair!"
He struggled to catch his breath.
"We have a f*cking shower and there have been times, when its been down your throat. Which is worse?"
"You are such a douchebag."
"Brenda, there is no shame in our bedroom, or this office, or wherever we choose to make love."
She smiled. "Make love? Seriously? My porn star is being reformed."
"Not hardly, and if I was being reformed, you wouldn't have cum in your hair."
She grinned. "F*ck you, Christian."
"You just did and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you kindly."
She looked up at the clock on the wall. "I have to go shower, it's almost time to pick up Brayden."
"We can shower together, I'm not done with you yet." He moved off of her, and they both stood up. He grabbed his shirt, and cleaned her off. He pulled on his pants.
She pulled down her skirt, and her bra.
"Times a wasting Mrs. Grey."
"What have I gotten myself into?"
He smiled. "You started it. This is no sprint. This is a marathon. You are going to need a f*cking wheelchair, and ice for that p*ssy."
She laughed, then opened the door, but Christian grabbed her, and threw her over his shoulder.
She squealed. "Christian!"
"You're walking too slow..."
He slapped her a**, and headed out of the office...
Therapy session 3
Dr. Floyd really wanted to get into their relationship, and how their pasts influenced it.
"Christian, I'm assuming Brenda knows all about the types of relationships you've had."
"Yes, she knows."
"How did you feel about it, Brenda?"
"I was shocked at first. But when he first told me about it, I had no idea I was going to marry him. We were just supposed to be a fling."
"Christian didn't really have flings before you, he'd only been in controlled situations."
She nodded. "I know."
"What made her different Christian?"
"I just wanted her, controlled or uncontrolled. And of course it had to be uncontrolled, she wasn't the submissive type I knew that right off."
"So, there was no controlling her, in the sense you were use to?"
"No."
"Why did you marry her?"
"I wanted to."
"Yes, that's apparent. But why did you marry her….honestly. Were you in love with her?"
Christian didn't say anything.
Dr. Floyd jotted something down. "We'll come back to that question. What about you Brenda? Did you love him?"
She looked at Christian. "I don't think so, not at the time. We hardly knew each other. I think I married him, because I simply wanted him. I've been in love before, and it never worked out."
"I know you two were attracted to each other, but why get married? You could have easily dated?"
Brenda nodded. "Yes, but I don't think that was an option for Christian. Am I wrong?"
Christian shook his head. "No, it would never work, not for me."
Brenda continued. "I really liked him. And I felt this crazy intense connection. And as I've stated before, I was head over heels in love before, and it didn't work out. And this connection surpassed it all. We just didn't know each other, well enough, to be in love."
"Marriage is supposed to be forever. You two realize that right?"
"I realize that. I could see myself with him for the rest of my life, easily. But we just have to work through our issues."
"What problems do you have with him?"
Brenda smiled. "He would love to control, every aspect of my life."
"Brenda, did you think about who you were marrying?"
"Yes, I knew Christian was a control freak, from day one."
"And Christian, did you understand who you were marrying?"
"Yes, I was well aware, Brenda was not the submissive type."
"Is that why you married her?"
"What?"
"Christian, you knew she would never agree to be a submissive right?"
"Yes."
"Did you marry her, in order to have some sort of control over her?"
Christian looked at Brenda, who was really interested in this answer. "I guess, I did."
Brenda turned her body towards him. "Really?"
Dr. Floyd interrupted. "Brenda, we need to get everything out on the table, so that you two can build a healthier relationship. Because right now, Christian is trying to establish a submissive relationship, but in a different way."
She looked at Dr. Floyd, then Christian. "It makes sense. I don't know...why I never realized it."
Dr. Floyd continued. "But I think Christian's childhood, also played a part in why he married you."
Her eyes fell on Christian. "Because of Brayden? You also wanted to make sure nothing happened to him. And the only way you could do that, was by keeping us close?"
He didn't deny it. "That definitely played apart in it too. But Brenda you know I care about you."
"I know, Christian. But just because we are married, does not give you the right to control me. I don't try and control you. I want you to treat me as your equal, not someone beneath you."
Dr. Floyd removed his glasses. "Brenda, you are Christian's first attempt at a relationship. He has never been in any type of relationship, that isn't thoroughly controlled. He has a hard time trusting anybody. He was not going to change overnight."
She grabbed Christian's hand. "Baby, you can trust me."
"Brenda, you are making it difficult, when you are sneaking off to see your ex's."
"I told you I was wrong."
"And I forgive you, I just can't forget."
Dr. Floyd crossed his legs. "Christian, you're either going to move on, are you not? Simple as that."
Christian remained silent.
Dr. Floyd continued. "How is your sex life, is it healthy?"
Brenda laughed. "Define healthy."
Dr. Floyd smiled.
Brenda looked at Christian. "The sex is fine, no problems there. Except when Christian, tries to bring our problems to bed."
"What do you mean, Brenda?"
She hesitated.
Christian reassured her. "Brenda, you can tell Dr. Floyd."
She continued. "There was an incident, that made him really upset, and he got a little too aggressive with the spanking. Of course, I called him on it and made him stop."
"Has it ever happened again?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Brenda, I'd never do anything to physically harm you."
"I hope not Christian."
Dr. Floyd detected something. "How are your fights?"
Brenda smiled. "Loud."
"They ever get out of control?"
Christian nodded. "Once, after I found out about her meeting at the hotel, I got a little too aggressive."
"Did you hit her?"
"No, I grabbed her arm."
"Brenda, how did that make you feel?"
"I was scared, because for a minute, I thought he was going to hit me, and that I will not tolerate. I love Christian, but not more than I love myself. And I told him that."
"When arguments get that heated, take a break. Cool down, then come back and talk about it."
*buzzer goes off*
"I'll see you two next time…remember if you have questions about anything discussed, talk about it. And be truthful…."
After they left the doctor's office, Christian started taking phone call after phone call. So, they really didn't have time to talk. And once they made it home, he went into his office.
It's later, and Brenda has just returned from picking up Brayden.
She made him a snack, and then Brenda took him, and Tango to the park.
They are at the park, and Brenda spotted Christian, walking towards them.
She noticed he'd changed into some jeans, and a sweatshirt. He could literally throw on anything, and stop traffic.
She was sitting on the grass, watching Tango and Brayden run around.
Brayden saw him, and sprinted towards him.
Christian picked him up and tickled him.
He moved him to his shoulders, and played airplane with him for awhile. After sometime, he put him down, and sat down next to Brenda.
He kissed her on the cheek. "So, would you like to talk about our session today?"
"Yes, I would. Did you really marry me for those reasons?"
"Sh*t Brenda, you're not wasting anytime."
"Because I would like to know."
"Of course, I wanted to be close to Brayden. Once I realized he was my son, I had to make sure his childhood, was nothing like mine."
"So, after you found out, you decided to marry me?"
"No, but it did play a part in it."
"What if you didn't want me, and I got pregnant? What then?"
He leaned over and kissed her. "Brenda, you would have never gotten pregnant, because we would have never had sex. Especially, if I didn't want you."
"Christian, just pretend, please. I'm curious, what would you have done?"
"I would have taken Brayden."
She was not expecting that answer. "What? How?"
He shrugged. "I would have figured out something."
"Are you that cruel?"
"Brenda, I didn't know you, or what types of people you hung around with. But this is all irrelevant, because I did want you."
"Which leads me to my next question. Are you trying to turn me into a submissive?"
He touched her nose. "I can't turn you into something, you are not."
"No, you can't. But putting a ring on my finger, gave you some sense of control?"
"I guess, but not really. You still see who you want to see."
"I apologized for that. And regardless, you can't go around, beating up people, Christian."
"You can't go on motherf*cking dates, Brenda."
"It was not a date."
Christian look at Brayden. "Maybe, you don't think so."
"Do you trust me, Christian?"
"No."
Her eyes widen. "You don't?"
"No, I don't. I use to."
"Christian, if you don't trust me, then we have no relationship."
He looked at her briefly, then back at Brayden. "Brenda, you've made some f*cked up choices lately. So, forgive me, if things haven't stayed the same."
"I know, and I apologized. Why do you keep telling me, you have forgiven me, and you haven't?"
"Baby, I do. But I still don't trust you."
"You think I'll cheat on you?"
"No, I don't think so. I just don't trust that you will tell me the truth, about certain things."
"So, what can we do to fix it?"
He shrugged. "I guess time will do that."
Brayden ran up. "Come on Christian!"
Christian jumped up, and ran off with Brayden, as Brenda looked on.
She smiled.
She really loved them both. And Christian had every right not to trust her. She should have never met Jax in his hotel room, or spent the whole day with him.
She needed to tell Christian about that phone call. If she didn't, that would be just another lie…..
Therapy session 4
Dr. Floyd adjusted in his seat. "I think you two are learning a lot about each other. And making some progress in these sessions."
Brenda nodded.
"Brenda, do you feel like Christian respects you?"
"Not all the time. I think he treats me like one of his employees, or something he owns. It's just Me and Mr. Grey, my employer. I think he'd be ecstatic, if I just did what he said."
Christian chuckled. "Brenda, that's not true."
"Yes, it is Christian. You treat me like I don't have a brain. You try and tell me who to talk to and where to go. And that's why I spent the whole day with Jax. Not because I want him, because I don't. I just needed to rebel against everything, you were trying to do. And trust me, I know it was stupid, because he was obviously wanting more than just my friendship."
"Christian, do you feel like you try to control her too much?"
"No. It's just what I do. I have always controlled every aspect of my life. Since I've been able to."
"But she is her own person, just like you. You are going to have to trust that she would never hurt you."
Brenda grabbed his hand. "Babe, I would never cheat on you. I love you too much."
"Brenda, I've heard you tell him you love him on more than one occasion. How do you feel, when he does not say it back?"
"I know his reasons for not saying it, as I'm sure you do."
Dr. Floyd nodded. "But do you think he loves you?"
"I want to believe he does. He loves Brayden, regardless if he says it or not. I know that."
"How do you feel about her Christian?"
"She knows how much she means to me. I've told her."
"What has he told you Brenda?"
She grinned. "I mean a lot to him."
"Is that enough?"
"It has to be, it's all he can give me right now."
"Are hearing those words important to you?"
She shook her head. "Not anymore. I guess, it's how he treats me, that I am mostly concerned about."
"Christian, Brenda is not your mother."
"I know."
"At some point, you are going to have to forgive her. Because it is really stunting your growth as a person. It is consuming every aspect of your life. Yes, you went through a horrible ordeal, but you are still here. You lived through it, don't let it ruin your now."
Christian sighed. He knew at some point, he had to release the anger he felt towards his mother. But how...was the question…...
*buzzer*
After leaving the therapy session, Christian went to Grey Enterprises, and Brenda met Diana at the coffee shop.
"So, how is therapy going?"
Brenda shrugged. "It's therapy. I just hope it helps."
"It will as long as you two are open to it."
"How is everything going with the pregnancy?"
"Fine, I've had some morning sickness, but not much."
Brenda took a sip of her iced coffee. "I can't wait till you start showing. I bet you're going to look so adorable!"
"David, is so happy."
"Do you want a boy or girl?"
Diana placed her hand on her stomach. "Just a healthy baby, that's all we want."
Brenda smiled. "I want to be in that delivery room."
"You better be."
They heard the bell ring, and the door to the coffee shop opened. Brenda looked up and saw Elena entering.
Diana saw the change on Brenda's face. She turned in her seat. She looked back at Brenda. "Be nice."
Brenda didn't hear a word she said. She tried to calm herself. She felt like jumping up and slapping the b*tch.
Elena walked over to the table. "Hello, Brenda."
Brenda stared straight ahead.
Elena shrugged and walked away. She went to the counter and ordered.
Diana was really confused. "What was that?" She was well aware that she didn't like Elena, but she was always cordial.
"That old b*tch, asked my husband, if she could...SUCK HIS D*CK!"
Diana's eyes widen. She looked around. Everybody was looking in their direction, because Brenda had literally, screamed the last part.
Elena turned. "Brenda, if you want to talk, maybe we could talk in private?"
Brenda stood up. "B*tch I would love to kick your a** in private. I am so tempted, to walk over there, and slap the sh*t out of you!"
Diana stood up. "Brenda, just let it go. People are staring at you."
"Good, let them stare!" She shot Elena a dirty look. "B*tch, don't you ever proposition my husband! You old nasty wh*re!"
Brenda grabbed her iced coffee and before Elena had time to react, she hurled it at her. Gasps were heard throughout the coffee shop.
Elena screamed. "You b*tch!" Her ivory ensemble was covered in coffee.
"B*tch?!" Brenda grabbed Diana's drink and threw it in Elena's face.
Elena screamed.
Brenda balled up her fist, and pounded it into her other hand. "You are really lucky, it is not my fist connecting with your eye! You old hag!"
Diana started pulling on Brenda's arm. "Brenda, come on! Please, come on!"
"Not before I kick her a**!"
"Brenda! Come on!"
Diana managed to get her out of the coffee shop.
Brenda was still so very angry. "I hate her!"
"Brenda, calm down. I think you should leave before something worse happens."
Brenda reached into her pocket, and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. "I'll go. I just really need to give this...to the workers...for that mess."
Diana held up her hand. "I'll take it. You stay right here."
Brenda handed her the money.
Diana went back into the coffee shop, and handed the money, to one of the workers. "For the mess."
Elena questioned Diana, as she wiped her face off with a napkin. "Is that crazy b*tch gone?"
Diana didn't respond, she just shook her head and left…...
It's later on that evening. Christian and Brenda are at a jazz club, it's their date night.
They are sitting in a booth.
"Christian, I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"I had a run in with Elena, at the coffee shop."
"Did you hit her?"
"No, not with my hands."
"Brenda, what in the f*ck did you do?"
"I threw my drink at her."
Christian laughed. "Was it hot?"
"No, It was an iced coffee."
Christian shook his head. "At least the sh*t wasn't hot."
"Babe, she had the nerve to say hello. Maybe she was under the impression, you had not told me?"
"Maybe."
"I wanted to hit her, but there was too many people in the coffee shop."
Christian downed the rest of his drink, and grinned. "Brenda, you can't go around attacking people. Isn't that what you told me?"
"I didn't hit her."
"You threw your coffee at her. It hit her."
"She deserved it. Christian, I don't want her at any family functions, not the ones we attend."
Christian nodded. "I'm already on that."
"What will you tell your mom?"
"I'll think of something. But I don't want to talk about Elena or my mom."
"Fine with me."
He started kissing her neck. "You look good, Baby. Where did you get that dress?"
"Your buyer sent it over. I rarely wear the clothes she sends, but I decided to give in tonight."
"You look really nice."
"Thanks." She had on a black fit and flare dress. It was tight on top, and loose on the bottom. It reminded her, of that famous white Marilyn Monroe dress.
She felt his hand creep up her leg. She pushed it away. "Christian, stop."
"Baby, no one can see us." He kissed her. "Let me touch that pretty p***y."
She laughed. "No."
He kissed her again. "Come on Baby, open your legs."
"No, Christian."
He smiled. "Why can't you just be submissive?"
"I submit to you, just not in public."
"Brenda, it's not like anyone can see."
He started kissing her neck, and sucking like he was trying to draw blood.
Her breathing deepened. "Christian...stop."
He slid his hand up her leg. She tried to push his hand away, but to no avail. She clamped her legs together.
At that moment the waiter returned. Christian released her neck.
The waiter replaced their drinks with fresh ones.
Brenda relaxed.
Christian took that moment, and slid his hand up her thigh. She tried to close her legs, but it was too late, his fingers made contact with her pleasure spot. And they were already working their magic.
The waiter left.
Brenda felt him move her panties to the side, and slip a finger inside of her.
"Look at me, Brenda."
She obeyed, hypnotized by the movements of his finger.
"Feels good doesn't it?"
She let out a soft moan. One that only he could hear.
He pushed a second finger into her, then leaned over, and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth.
He took his thumb, and rubbed her button, and felt her body tighten around his fingers.
He pulled his fingers all the way out, and plunged back into her. She closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes, Brenda. I want you to look at me."
She looked into his grey eyes.
He leaned over and kissed her. "You are so beautiful, and you feel so good, Baby. So soft and warm."
He slowed his movements. It felt like he was caressing her sex, making love to her with his fingers. This was a first.
The music seemed to be in sync, with his rhythms.
"Christian, I'm going to cum."
He pushed his fingers deeper, holding them there, pressed up against her g spot, sending her over the edge.
He leaned over and kissed her nose, withdrawing his fingers. He brought them up to his lips, and put them into his mouth. "You taste good."
He kissed her, making her taste herself. "I wish I could put you on this table and f*ck you. But someone might call the police."
Her breathing steadied. "Baby, I want you."
He kissed her again. "Let's go."
He reached into his pocket and tossed a bill on the table.
He grabbed her hand, and they left...
Christian kissed Brenda's neck. He was positioned behind her.
They are at home in bed.
"Christian?"
"Hmmm?"
"I need to tell you something."
"I'm listening."
"I called Jax...to check on him."
He didn't say anything.
She turned to face him. "Are you upset?"
"Thanks for telling me."
"Is that all you have to say?"
"Yes."
"Christian, if you are upset, I want you to just tell me."
"I'm not upset. I already knew."
That statement confused her. "You knew...that I called Jax?"
"Yes. I tapped your phone."
She sat up. "What?"
"I removed it, because if we are going to work, I'm going to have to trust you. And when I did it, I was angry."
Brenda sat stunned. "I cannot believe, you tapped my phone?"
"Well, believe it."
"What else have you bugged?" She looked around the room. "Are there hidden cameras?"
"Brenda, stop being f*cking dramatic. There are no cameras."
"Christian, I'm not being dramatic. I can't believe you invaded my privacy!"
He didn't respond. He just looked up at her.
She continued. "What else is bugged?"
"Your car."
"Really?"
"Well, not anymore, but yes it was."
"Wow! You don't trust me, and guess what? Now I don't trust you."
"Brenda, let's not make this an issue. I was honest, and so were you, now let's drop it."
"Were you ever going to tell me?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe? You are still the same cocky son of b*tch, I met all those years ago."
"Look, I did it, and I regret it. I apologize. Either you are going to let it go, or not."
She was so pissed. She felt like slapping the sh** out of him, but the therapist said no hitting. And who's to say, he wouldn't hit her back.
She looked over at him, and her eyes met his.
She knew in her heart, that her lies caused him to react the way he did.
She sighed. At least he did tell her.
She decided to just let it go.
She rested her head on his chest.
Christian knew, it was her way of saying, let's just move on.
*silence*
She looked up at him. "I love you, Christian. I love you so much, and I'm sorry I hurt you." Her head returned to his chest.
He didn't say anything, he just ran his fingers through her hair.
She lifted her head again, and looked up at him. "What do you feel, if anything, when I tell you, I love you?"
Christian rolled his eyes. "Sh*t, Brenda, I'm tired. I don't feel like talking."
"Well, I do. How do you feel? Do you feel anything? Do you not care?"
"I don't know what you want me to say, their just words. Show me you care, by not sneaking around and lying."
"So, you don't think I love you?"
"I don't give a f*ck. Show me by your actions, and I'll do the same! Baby, I'm tired, let's just go to sleep."
She moved off him, and onto her own pillow.
"Brenda, are you upset ?"
"No, Christian. Goodnight."
She secretly wished he would say it back. Just once. Yes, they were just three words, and she knew how he felt about them. And she knew why. But hearing them, would mean the world to her...
It was Saturday afternoon, Christian was working, and Brenda was just waking up from a nap. She yawned and turned on the TV. The news was on.
She got up and went into the bathroom.
While in the bathroom, Brenda heard the newscaster, talking about an accident, with fatalities.
After she finished using the bathroom, she walked back into the bedroom, and sat on the bed. Tango came in and sat down at her feet. She leaned down and rubbed him. He was obviously missing Brayden. Miss Jones had taken him to the mall.
Brenda looked at the time.
They should have been back by now.
Brenda picked up her cell phone, and called Miss Jones, but didn't get an answer.
She figured they'd be home soon.
She was on her way to the kitchen, when she heard the doorbell ring.
She walked over to the door, and looked out the peephole. (Police? That's odd. Maybe, they're here, to arrest Christian for sex crimes.)
She grinned and unlocked the door. "May I help you?"
"I'm looking for a Mr. Christian Grey?"
"Yes, he's my husband."
The officers removed their hats. "May we come in?"
Brenda nodded. "Yeah...sure."
At that moment Christian walked in. "What's going on?"
Brenda turned and looked at him. "I don't know, they asked for you."
Christian walked up to them. "May I help you?"
One of the officers asked if he was the owner of 2011 BMW, and read the license plate.
"Yeah, my housekeeper normally drives it. Why?"
The officer continued. "There was an accident."
The color went out of Brenda's face.
Christian grabbed her hand.
"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Grey...but neither passenger survived."
Brenda screamed...