AN: This is still Madison's friend. I'm truly sorry it's been so long. 2022 was a horrific year for my parents & I. Especially the latter part. I won't bore you with the details. I know you just want updates. I'm sorry I've been away. i will try to update once a week at least.
Chpt. 59 APOV:
"Ana?" Taylor enters the great room.
"Come in Taylor," I put down the book I was reading.
"I have the background check from Welsh that you requested," he says.
"Background check? What background check?" Christian speaks up.
"I…uh…." Taylor struggles clearly not expecting Christian to be surprised by this.
"I asked Sawyer to have Welsh run a background check on someone I work with," I explain.
"Why? Did he do something?" Christian asks quickly.
"No," I sigh. "There's just something about him…"
"Has he said something to you?" he asks.
"No, he….he just rubs me the wrong way. I know it seems silly but something just seems off about him," I explain.
"But he hasn't done anything to you?" Christian asks.
"No, nothing. He's harsh and demanding at times but he hasn't done anything to me," I assure him.
"Taylor what did Welsh find?" Christian breathes a sigh of relief.
"Nothing overly alarming," Taylor hands both Christian and I a folder with the background check. "His criminal record shows a few minor issues include a DUI last year. His job history is a little more interesting, he doesn't seem to last with any one company for more than a year. His last position was with a small local magazine in a New York suburb-"
"Interesting," I say.
"What is?" Taylor asks.
"Mary had said that he worked at a large magazine company in New York city," I explain.
"According to the information Welsh found, the magazine was a small community based magazine that focused on the events that occurred in the last quarter. It seems he was an assistant in the publishing department," Taylor explains.
"Meaning?" Christian asks.
"Essentially he was responsible for page layout and design of the magazine," Taylor answers.
"Well that explains a lot," I laugh.
"What do you mean?" Christian asks.
"His writing ability sucks," I explain. "I spend hours editing his articles, every article requires numerous corrections and adjustments. I don't understand why Mary hired him…"
"I will have Welsh do some additional digging on the employment side of his background check," Taylor says. "There's probably more there than what we can see right now. Our hands will be a little tied with what we can find out but if Welsh looks into Mary's employment background I suspect we will learn that they worked together somewhere."
"Interesting," Christian replies.
"It seems he let New York very suddenly and quickly appeared in Seattle," Taylor explains further. "He still has a small residence in New York that he hasn't paid a mortgage on since he moved to Seattle."
"Do we know why he moved suddenly?" Christian asks.
"Nothing obvious," Taylor answers. "But he started at the hospital two days after his last day in New York."
"Under what circumstances did he leave the magazine in New York?" Christian asks.
"I am having Welsh dig into that a little deeper," Taylor answers.
"Thank you Taylor," I say.
"No problem Ana," he replies.
"Taylor, did you want to discuss the security at the cabin?" Christian asks.
"If you have time now sir," Taylor responds.
"It's fine with me," I nod in agreement.
"Have a seat," Christian suggests.
"Now that you and Ana have officially taken ownership of the cabin I think we need to consider the security of the area and the cabin. As you know it will be a matter of public record that you and Ana own this place," Taylor explains.
"Yes I was thinking the same thing," Christian agrees. "I spoke with Elliot and my dad yesterday at dinner and we're going to be looking for an area to build a small cabin on the property in the next few months specifically for security."
"I think that is wise sir," Taylor says surprised. "It would allow for a much quicker response should security be needed than having us at a hotel."
"My thoughts as well," Christian replies. "Ana, I know the view is important to you so our goal is going to be to find an area to build the cabin that will be close to our cabin without obstructing the view."
"Wherever you think is the best place is fine with me," I agree.
"Taylor, I'm thinking two bedrooms, two bathrooms, living room and kitchen dining room combination," Christian explains. "This should accommodate you and Gail as well as additional security personnel if needed unless you think otherwise."
"No…sir that would be sufficient," Taylor is clearly taken back by what Christian said and I can only assume it was the reference of having Gail accompany us. When I think of our family, I always think of Gail and Taylor as a key part in that even though they are also staff. Plus, I expect trips to the cabin could be quite boring for Taylor if we don't leave the property so at least having Gail with him would give him some company.
"Once we identify the area, Elliot says the permits and approval process will be the only thing that may hold us up. He hopes to have the cabin completed before the holidays if all goes as planned."
"I would also like to recommend a few other security upgrades," Taylor says.
"Of course what do you have in mind?" Christian asks.
"First, a security system on the cabin itself including cameras," Taylor offers.
"Agreed," Christian answers quickly.
"I want to post current private property signs along the perimeter of the property as most are currently missing. The only other thing right now would be to add a more secure entrance to the property as the current one is…." Taylor pauses.
"Old," I giggle.
"Agreed Taylor," Christian laughs.
"I think we add other measures as we see fit, but I would also recommend you consider a generator for the property," Taylor adds.
"A generator?" I ask.
"Power can easily go out in this area due to heavy winds or snow at any time of the year. There are so many trees on this property that increases the chance of losing power. If we have a generator we could have emergency lighting and connection for computers," he explains.
"Agreed, please arrange for a generator to be purchased and maintained at both cabins," Christian agrees.
"How do you want to handle security for Labor Day weekend sir?" Taylor asks.
"I'm not sure…what do you recommend?" Christian asks.
"Ideally I would prefer someone on the grounds at all times with you but I know the cabin with your current guests won't accommodate that," he replies.
"What about a motorhome?" I suggest.
"A motorhome?" Christian clarifies.
"Why not?" I ask. "You can park one anywhere on the property as long as the land is flat and it would have plenty of space for you to work. You could plug into the electricity and water at the cabin; I'm sure there are places near the cabin that rent motorhomes."
"Taylor?" Christian defers.
"Actually, that's a pretty good idea Ana. We could park it far enough away that we are not invading your privacy while still maintaining security," Taylor says.
"Perfect, Taylor please arrange the purchase of a large motorhome and have it delivered to the property," Christian delegates.
"Purchase sir?" he clarifies.
"Yes, I want to purchase one," Christian repeats. "If we are going to be at the cabin before the security cabin is built I want to insure that security is on site. Once the security cabin is built we can look into donating it or selling it and giving the money to charity. Make sure it's large enough to comfortably sleep you, Gail and Sawyer."
"Yes sir," Taylor quickly replies.
"I will be speaking with Gail this weekend and inviting her to join us for Labor Day weekend now that we have appropriate accommodations. I hope the two of you will be able to enjoy the time at the lake as well. I would recommend Sawyer come too that weekend given the amount of people that we are expecting," Christian explains.
"Of course sir," Taylor quickly agrees.
"That was a great idea for the motorhome Ana," Christian says as Taylor quietly leaves us.
"My parents and I rented one when I was little and I just remember thinking it was the coolest thing because you practically had your entire house with you. My mom hated tent camping so she would often insist to either stay at a cabin or rent a camper," I smile fondly at the memory of camping with my dad.
"I think it will work well until the security cabin is built," Christian says.
"I think so, kitchens are usually pretty small but I'm sure Gail can manage if she prepares the meals ahead of time and just freezes them," I point out.
"So tell me about this Jack Hyde character," Christian says a few minutes later. "Why didn't you tell me about him?"
"Because there's nothing really to say," I pause. "It's just a gut feeling that something is off about the guy but he hasn't done or said anything to me to give me a reason to worry."
"You know you don't have to-" he begins.
"Don't even say it," I interrupt. "Unless he says or does something I'm not quitting my job."
"As long as you know that you don't have to work," he says quickly.
"I know," I sigh knowing he will never understand why I want to work. "I enjoy my job, well except for Jack…but I promise if he does something I will quit."
"And Sawyer remains with you at all times," Christian grumbles.
"Yes, he stays in the office right across from my department. Thankfully since I work mornings for the most part I don't have to put up for Jack for that long," I point out.
"I want to wait and see what Welsh finds out about him as well," Christian says.
"There's definitely something weird about how he ended up at the hospital," I agree. "How did he go from designing the layout of a small community magazine to being a writer for a large hospital?"
"I don't know but we're going to find out," he replies firmly
"Are you ready for shopping tomorrow?" I ask, changing the subject.
"If I have to," he grunts but I know that underneath the stern exterior he is happy that everyone is going with us tomorrow.
"Do you have somewhere in mind?" I ask.
"Yes, there's a place not far from here that sells everything we will need," he answers.
"We're still looking at outdoor furniture for the deck and a grill right?" I ask wanting to make sure that nothing else has been added.
"I was thinking a small fire pit for on the deck," he suggests.
"A small one would be nice," I agree.
"I don't know about anything else but if we see something we can grab it while we're shopping tomorrow," he says. "Taylor will arrange for everything to be delivered to the cabin; I was thinking we could go on Saturday morning to set everything up and enjoy some time alone before everyone else joins us."
"That sounds nice," I smile at him.
"Now, how about we go enjoy some alone time before bed Mrs. Grey?" he suggests.
"I would like that very much Mr. Grey," I reply.
We quickly make our way up to the bedroom, Christian playfully grabs my ass as we head up the stairs. The moment our door shuts his lips are crushed against mine, his tongue demanding entrance into my mouth. I love seeing this side of Christian almost as much as I love the side of him that takes his time and practically worships my body when we make love.
"I want you so much right now," he nips at my ear while pinning me against the wall.
"Take me," I moan as his erection nudges my clit; I grab his ass firmly holding him close to me.
He quickly removes my shirt, his hands easily finding my breasts freeing them from the confines of my bra. I unbutton his shirt, quickly removing it and kissing his chest before reaching down to unbutton his pants. The moment I grasp his hard erection he moans loudly into my mouth, thrusting himself into my hand. Without taking his lips away from mine, he quickly pulls my skirt and panties down grasping my ass and pulling me towards him so his erection is at my sex. I push his pants and boxers down to his ankles just as he lifts me, I wrap my legs around his waist and gasp as his erection immediately finds my opening.
"Christian!" I gasp as he thrusts himself into me quickly forcing my body to stretch around him.
"God you feel so good," he moans.
My back is against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and I'm holding onto his shoulders as he thrusts hard and deep into me. His hands alternate between holding onto my hips and grasping my ass pulling me onto him harder. We're both moaning and panting loudly as the need easily takes over; I match Christian's movements as best as I can in this position while desperately trying to keep him rubbing that wonderful spot that he hits every time he sinks deep into me.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH" I moan when he thrusts deeper into me and moves himself so he rubs my clit.
"Come with me baby…I can't….." he starts thrusting fast and deep into me, never fully pulling out before he thrusts back into me.
"Christian!" I scream out moments later, finding my release around him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck," he grips my ass tightly before erupting deep inside of me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as we both come down from our intense orgasms. He steps out of his pants and boxers which were still around his ankles before carrying me to our, never breaking our connection even when he lays me down. His lips easily find mine, his tongue gently caressing my lips as his hands run lightly up and down my body. My fingers are intertwined in Christian's hair, my legs still wrapped around his waist when I feel him twitch inside of me. His movements become more purposeful and within minutes he is fully hard still deep inside of me. He takes my hands in his, holding them gently above my head as he begins to move slowly in and out of me. Despite the orgasm moments ago, my body is quickly ready for round two and immediately responds to his movements.
"You feel so good baby," he nips at my ear squeezing my hands tightly.
"So good….." I moan as he rubs against my clit.
A gasp in surprise and disappointment when without warning he suddenly pulls out of my throbbing sex; he leans back and urges me to roll onto my stomach. I quickly roll onto my stomach and get up on all fours; I immediately flush at the memory of being in this position when we were at the cabin. Christian doesn't give me time to focus on the memory before the slowly pushes into me, so slow it's almost torture. I try to push back, wanting to feel him completely inside of me but he holds my hips firmly in place sliding himself slowly into me inch by inch.
"Christian…"I moan when I finally feel his balls hit my sex.
"You are so beautiful baby," he leans over whispering in my ear.
He continues moving himself in and out of my slowly, the need just keeps rising within me even though I know this isn't enough to push me over the edge. His hands grip my hips tightly preventing me from moving, preventing me from meeting him thrust for thrust. As the need quickly becomes too much, I can no longer hold my own body up and my head and chest rest on the bed. Christian's pace is slow and every time he hits that magical spot inside of me I nearly combust but then he slowly pulls out again. I'm moaning, panting and desperately trying to push myself against him but he continues the slow pace with his hands firm on my hips.
"Christian….Please…."I beg.
"What do you need baby?" He leans over me, pushing himself deeper inside of me as he nips at my ear.
"I'm so close, please…" I shamelessly beg as he pulls out slightly before pushing himself further into me.
He takes my hand, maneuvering it underneath me until he finds my sex. My face blushes in embarrassment, before that night at the cabin I never touched myself but right now I'm so desperate for a release that when he moves my finger across my clit applying the slightly pressure I moan in ecstasy.
"If you stop, I stop," he nips at my ear before moving his hands back to my hips and lifting himself off of me.
"Oh God!" I scream as he pulls out and thrusts hard and deep inside of me.
"Don't stop…." He warns before pulling out and thrusting hard back into me.
The combination of the new pace and my fingers rubbing my clit quickly has me right at the edge; feeling encouraged I pinch my clit lightly, much lighter than Christian does and it immediately pushes me over the edge. I come loudly, screaming Christian's name as he continues to thrust hard and deep into me.
"Fuck!" he exclaims as he erupts inside of me, his warmth spreading through me as we both ride out the aftereffects of our orgasms.
He quickly rolls us onto our sides, placing my leg over his thighs and pulling me close to him insuring he doesn't slip out of me until he is ready. He lifts my hand to his mouth, sucking on the fingers that moments ago were on my clit and I can feel the heat on my face with what he just did.
"That was amazing," he says.
"I love you so much Christian," I hold his arms around me.
"I love you too Mrs. Grey," he kisses my neck.
"We need to go to sleep, everyone will be here in a few hours," I point out realizing it's well after two in the morning.
"If we must," he sighs. "I'd rather just stay like this though."
"Christian, sleep," I say firmly barely holding back a laugh.