Does He Love You?

I sit in the agreed upon place to meet this girl, this child that my loving husband has cheated on me with. I've known about their little affair ever since it started about eight weeks ago. Christian seems to forget that I am not a stupid trophy wife. Yes, I am married to a powerful and rich man, but I have my own money, my own prestige and my own power. Not much gets around me in my own house, and his stupidity is just another example.

The door to the quaint little tea parlor that I had chosen for our meeting opened causing the bell to tingle out its brassy announcement of another customer. Before I motion her to join me, I take in this barely legal adult. She is slim, long-legged, and shockingly, she is blonde! I stand and wave her over and she nervously makes her way to me. I am silent as I offer her a seat.

She is very nervous. Her eyes scan the area, and her fingers are twisted together. She should be nervous. My security team is filtered about the building, and I know with one nod from me, this "Lolita" would disappear from the face of the earth.

"Miss Lyric Odsman," I begin offering my hand. "I can't say that this is a pleasure since you are fucking my husband." Her hand is trembling and cold from fright. "Would you care for a tea or coffee?"

"N…no…I'm fine." Her voice was high, almost annoying. Part of me wanted to slap some sense into her, but I kept my cool.

"So, you are just twenty years old and just started at GEH as an intern in the mailroom. How did you ever get my husband's attentions?" I slowly picked up my cup and took a sip. "He usually doesn't prefer blondes."

"Mrs. Grey…I didn't mean…"

"Oh, please, Miss Odsmon, don't insult my intelligence and experience. It's not like you tripped and fell onto my husband's cock." I had to laugh at her shocked expression. Her big brown eyes nearly filled her whole face. "Do you think that you are the first or will be the last of a line of young girls who have sold their soul to Christian Grey? Hell, honey, you are not the only one he has on the side currently. I do believe that there are three other young women getting the "submissive special" treatment."

"Submissive special?" She questioned with confusion marring her pretty face.

"Please, don't act stupid. I'm sure you read the contract and know about all the perks he gives his whores. A red Audi, a year's rent of an apartment of his choice, clothes, jewels, and whatever else he can use to get his way."

The girl is antsy and is fidgeting in her seat. "It's not like that with me…he loves me."

I begin to laugh. "Loves you? Oh, honey, you are just a toy to him. I am the one he loves and comes home to. I am the one who gave him his children. He doesn't love you. He is using you to get the one thing he will never get from me…my submission. And not even your submission is enough for him, why else would there be three others besides yourself?"

"I don't believe you. He loves me. He cares for me and believes in me."

I shake my head. "Oh, the innocence of youth and passion. Child, you are nothing but a whipping boy to him, and I bet he doesn't even cum inside you. He whips your ass, ties you up, fucks you senseless and then cums into a condom. Why do you think he does that?" She starts to protest but I stop her with a slight wave of my hand. "He doesn't want any bastards to tarnish his image. You are nothing but a paid whore to him. Do you want to know why he does this?" She swallows and nods. "He was raped by an older woman in his young teens and taught this shit. He thinks he has control if he practices BDSM, but he learned long time ago, that intelligent women like me, sees through all this bullshit. He preys on young girls like you, making promises, gaining your trust, then beating and fucking you until he gets tired and bored with you and moves on to the next one." I see that her demeanor has changed. I got to her. She is questioning everything that Christian has ever told her. She is questioning everything that Christian does to make a woman love him and look beyond his peccadillos. I lean closer to her and whisper, "Does he pretend to care about you after a session, tending to your wounds with arnica cream? Does he carry you into the submissive bedroom that he never fucks you in or sleeps with you?"

"But he promised that he was going to leave you…he loves me…he says he loves me."

"He tells all his submissives that." I laugh. I cock my head and study her. "You are a fool."

"I'm a fool? You are the one still married to him?"

"Yes, I am but you see, I am the one. He could not break me, nor will he ever. He can screw around and be as stupid as he wants, but I have his children, his name, and most of his assets. You see, my dear. There was never a prenup. I own Christian Grey, lock, stock, and barrel!"

Her eyes grew even bigger. "He doesn't…he isn't wealthy…I mean…"

"I know what you mean. Yes, he has money, more money than most nations, but I own half of everything, and I have my own money, my own company, and my own success. You see that is what bothers Christian, I don't need his assets. I never did. I didn't want his money; I only wanted his heart." I frown into my teacup. "He could never accept that fact."

We sit in silence both contemplating Christian Grey. I've done this many times in the last 24 years of our marriage. At first, I stayed because I truly did love him and thought our love would heal his wounded soul. Then the children came, and I couldn't…wouldn't leave to have my precious babes growing up in a broken home. I turned a blind eye to Christian's activities, but I always knew what was happening. His first foray back into the lifestyle happened after the birth of our third child, Katie. I confronted him, he repented, and I got rid of the little bitch like last week's trash. We went into marriage counseling, and all was well until the complicated birth of our last child, our son, Uel. Christian went into a tailspin. The business suffered, Roz threatened to quit and Carrick, Christian's father had to step out of retirement and take the controls of GEH. My darling husband went into protective mode with the children and me. We hardly left our home. Christian turned us into prisoners, that is until I had enough and threaten divorce if he didn't calm down and let our lives get back to normal. He went into therapy once again and I went back to work. Uel wasn't even six months old when I learned about his second foray into BDSM. I didn't say anything, I pretended I was blind, I let him have his way. He figured out I knew when I refused his advances in bed unless he had a clean bill of health. He got rid of the sub, but I never trusted him again and have kept a close eye on his activities. Now, this girl! The youngest of the three whores. For good grief, she is younger than Phoebe! He should be ashamed of himself. I should be ashamed of myself for letting him humiliate me and our marriage. But, at this moment, I feel no shame in protecting what is mind. I have lied to this girl about being one of many women in his life, but all is fair in love and war. Christian is smitten with this girl/child to the point that he whispers her name in his sleep. He dreams about her and that damn smile he wears as he leaves our home. I will get rid of her one way or another.

"Mrs. Grey, what do you want from me?" She finally said bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Are you that stupid? I want you to leave my husband alone. I want you out of our lives."

"I don't think I can do that. I love him, I mean, I really love him." Her voice was full of desperation.

"No, you are in love with what he can give you. Hey, I understand, he's handsome, loaded and can fuck. But, my dear girl, he is very married, and this bitch isn't going anywhere." I take a deep breath. Time to make the final move. "Lyric, I understand that you and Christian are taking the catamaran out later today?" She nods wondering how I know. Oh, this little girl is such a fool, I almost feel sorry for her … well, that feeling disappeared in an instant. "Yes, I know, after all, "The Grace" is half mine. I suggest you call my husband and tell him that you cannot make it."

"Why?"

It takes all that I have not to slap this bitch even sillier than she is. Damn, now I see why Christian chose her. She is as dumb as dumb can be. "For your own good and safety."

"Are you threatening me, Mrs. Grey?"

I began to laugh. "I am warning you. You see the last girl he took on the boat left the marina in an ambulance. This is Christian's MO, he takes his latest victim out on the boat, far from land and releases all his demons on her body. No one can hear your scream when you are miles away from shore. He will chain you up, and I mean real chains that will bite deep into the skin if you struggle. He won't bother to blindfold or gag you because he gets off on the fear in your eyes and the screams from the beating you will get. You will get the "cat" and it does damage to the body, tearing chunks of skin. You will not like it."

"You are trying to scare me." The girl said sitting up straighter. "He would never do that…"

"Really, he tried to do it to me on our honeymoon." I push my empty teacup away. "I warned you child. If you don't listen, then there is nothing more I can do for you." I pick up my purse and scoot my seat back. "When you get to the marina, look around. You will see an ambulance waiting. He pays them well to cover his ass." I stand offering her my hand, after all I am still a lady. "I wish you the best of luck, but it won't turn out like you want. He will break you. Goodbye, Miss Odsman."

I watch from a distance as Christian wraps his arms about the foolish girls' shoulders and leads her to "the Grace". I shake my head as I see the girl look about. When she sees the ambulance, her face turns pale, and she looks like she is about to get sick. However, she keeps up with Christian's pace to the boat. "Stupid fools." I whisper to myself. "They never learn."

As always, Christian mans the helm, leaving Mac behind as well as his security crew. They are standing on the pier watching "the Grace" leave its slip and slowly steam out to the Sound. I know that Miss Lyric Odsman is probably in a frantic, especially if she went down to the master stateroom and found the chains positioned neatly on the bed. I bet her heart is racing and she is feeling doomed! Too bad, too sad. I did warn her.

I sit in my car with Sawyer at the wheel and Jason in the passenger seat. They both looked back at me wondering if I was going to cry or if I was going to go into a rage. I shocked them both by just shrugging my shoulders. My life will go on. My children will still have their mother and they are old enough now to understand how the Grey marriage imploded. I have been more than patient with my husband through these last 24 years of marriage, but dragging a girl, a girl young enough to be his daughter into his lifestyle was the last and final straw. I am done with his sorry ass and it's time for me to be free of him.

"Luke, take me home. I did my best…but that little girl would not listen to reason."

As Luke puts the car into gear, we hear an explosion from the marina. I look through the back glass to see a boat in flames and engulfed in black smoke. I sigh deeply. What a bitch way to die. I know it is the "Grace" in flames and I know I am in the clear. By the time the smoke clears, my divers would have cleaned up any evidence of a bomb.

"Ana, are you sure you want to go home?" Jason asks me.

"Yes, I want to be in my home when the officials come to tell me that my loving husband has died with his whore." Jason stares at me for the longest time and I just give him a small smile. "Don't worry Taylor, we just committed the perfect crime, and the officials will think that Christian finally got some payback for his business deals."

A few weeks later, after Christian's memorial service, the final report was published that Mr. Christian Grey and his business associate, Miss Lyric Odsman had been victims of sabotage. It was believed that a business deal had gone bad and Christian and his, this is so laughable, his intern paid the ultimate price. Of course, the unknown killer or killers would never be found.

It's been five years since Christian died. I don't live in the house on the sound anymore, I gave it to Teddy to do what he wanted to do with it. He sold it. I live in a modest home outside Seattle with a lovely garden, a white picket fence and a husband that adores me and would never hit or cheat on me. I am now Mrs. Luke Sawyer. Luke and I have one child, a son, who is three years old: my baby boy, Wyatt. We adopted him when his mother, Luke's sister died having him. My children accepted Wyatt and Luke easily, seeing how happy and relaxed I am. I don't have nightmares or worry about the past. I did what I had to do to protect myself. Call me cold, hateful, vindictive, or anything else you can think of, but I did warn her. She just didn't listen. So, does he love you? The world will never know, but I do. Christian only loved himself and the rest of us was just a casualty.

The End

A/N This might be everyone's cup of tea, so just let it go. I don't have time to read through BS of people telling me that Christian would never do that or whatever. This is just fiction. Have a nice day!