A/N: Happy Thursday Ladies! Hope everyone is doing okay and staying safe. This week was a struggle to find writing time. I have a lot of things going on but here it is. The next few weeks I'm going to be even busier and hope you all will give me some grace if you have to wait a day or two before I update.

Please Be Advised. WARNING: This story has strong, bloody violence, strong language, contains material that some find disturbing, and contain scenes of sexual nature.

I do not have an editor so there are going to be blips and mistakes. Please be kind when reviewing. This is purely for entertainment and not real life.

As always all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ANASTASIA

The summer blew by so fast. We spent an entire month in Hawaii soaking up all the sun and activities. Our own little bubble. Christian wanted us to buy the property we stayed in, but I finally convinced him to not spend the money. We could always rent it out and sneak away for the weekend if you wanted. The life insurance business must be booming.

When we got back from paradise I found out that a private school near our house wanted me to come in and interview for a kindergarten position. I was beyond excited and a week after the interview they offered me the position. Christian was thrilled but I could tell that he'd prefer me to stay at home. I'd love to be at home when we decide to have our children, but I want to be a teacher to little ones and hopefully make a difference in their lives.

So now two months into the beginning of the school year I find that this is definitely what my calling is all about.

"Mrs. Grey, Tommy took my pencil!" I hear Anabelle screech across the room.

I decided to keep the last name Grey instead of going by Greyson that Christian uses in business. He can use that name all he wants to separate his family from his new start, but as we agreed after many discussions I wanted to be what his bloodline was. Our children will want to know about their grandparents one day and I thought that they needed that legacy.

"No I didn't, it was mine!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Okay you two, come here." I say and drop to my knees as they approach. "Anabelle what makes you think Tommy took your pencil?"

She points to the pencil, "I was using that pencil but went peepee and when I came back it was gone. He took it."

Tommy is shaking his head.

"I swear this is mine. See!" He holds the pencil up and I see his initials on it.

"Anabelle look, this is his pencil." I show her his initials and her eyes widen.

"But…but…"

"Did you look around the table? Maybe it fell on the floor?" I view over and sure enough there is a pencil right under her chair that I suspect might the missing pencil. She turns and sees it too. "What do you think is the right thing to do right now?"

She turns to me then to Tommy.

"Sorry Tommy."

"It's okay."

They both run off to the table and continue to work on writing the letter H.

"You have the patience of a saint." I hear from the doorway and turn to see Kate.

Kate started working here about a month after school started. She helps out around the school and assists when a teacher needs help with something. When we were first introduced she latched on to me and said that we'd be friends for life. Ever since that day she's come by my classroom on our lunchbreak and eaten together.

"We are still on for tonight, right?" She asks as she walks in and dodges the kids as they move around the room.

"Yeah, seven right?" I answer.

Kate is great. She's easy to talk with and we share some of the same interests. Dr. Collins wants me to find some new friends at my job but I'm just hesitant. After everything I had to go through with Jill I just didn't want to put myself out there again. Plus I've been so wrapped up in Christian and my new job that it wasn't really an option to try to juggle any more on my plate.

Dr. Collins or I should call her just Collins now that she has stopped being my therapist. She actually said that we should've stopped long before mine and Christian's wedding. She looks to me as a daughter and has given me the name of several other therapists for me to see. I haven't been to any since I've been back but if I ever feel like seeing one I know I have options.

"You sure that husband is going to let you out of his sight?" Kate teases.

The last few times that Kate and I made plans to hangout Christian has had a surprised planned on a special night out for us. But tonight he is having some kind of work thing that will bring him in late.

I giggle, "We are a go!"

"Okay."

With that she walks out and goes down the hall to do whatever it is that she does during the day.

The end of day bell rings and my class gathers up their backpacks.

"Don't forget your lunch boxes, we don't want those to hangout over the weekend growing legs by Monday morning." I cheer as the class giggles.

Once everyone has their gear I walk them down to the cafeteria to be separated into the bus line or the car line.

"Have a great weekend boys and girls!"

"Bye, Mrs. Grey!"

Just as I'm turning around to head back to my classroom I, once again, don't watch where I'm going and walk right into the door with my shoulder.

"Ahhh…" I stop and rub my throbbing upper arm. That's going to leave a mark.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Grey?" Larry, the janitor, asks as he stops mopping the floors. He's an older man who plans on retiring in a few years.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. You know I have a hard time walking." I joke. Everyone that I work with knows that I'm a walking disaster.

By the time I get back to my classroom I can hear my phone dinging. Right on time.

I check the message and of course Christian has sent his after work text.

Christian: How was your day at work?

Me: Great! The kids loved planting the seeds for our garden.

Christian: That's good. I'll be home late tonight don't forget.

Me: I remember. Kate and I are going to dinner and drinks.

I see the three dots roaming over telling me that he's texting. Then it stops and starts back up, but then stops. I know I waited until the last minute to drop this on him, but he always worries when he's not with me when I go out for anything, even groceries.

Christian: Where are you going?

Me: Not sure. Kate is picking me up.

Christian: I can reschedule this meeting for another time and go with you.

Me: Don't you dare! It will be fun to have a girls night. I'll let you know where we are going once we get there. I'll see you tonight after your meeting.

There is a long pause, so I gather up my things and make sure that the room is in mint condition before leaving. One thing that I love is to come to work with a clean room and also to a clean house. Christian has a housekeeper for our home, but I always find myself straightening up before she gets there. I guess the Sisters from my high school ingrained it in me to be tidy.

Christian: Please be careful tonight.

Me: I will. Love you.

Christian: Love you more.

By the time I get home I've got time to soak in the bathtub that could fit a handful of people at once then get ready for the night. Getting dressed I notice that it's going to be a little chilly once the sun goes down, so I text Kate to find out what she's wearing and ask where we're going. She sends me a pic of her outfit and am relieved that it's not too sexy or that we are going to a club. She's showing jeans and a little bit of a revealing top with heels that would break my neck if I wore them.

My closet is jammed packed since Christian spoiled me with a shopping spree when we returned from our honeymoon. I've got everything from nightwear to gowns to wear to a ball if needed. All name brand and shoes to match every article of clothing and season. I'm not even sure I want to know what the total amount it all cost because I might pass out.

I find a pair of destroyed medium wash jeans with the knees cut out. They fit my legs and booty snug tight. I love that and I think Christian loves them too because he can't seem to keep his hands off my butt every time I wear this brand. Next, I pick a vintage Rock-n-Roll grey shirt that the sleeves are cut off and tuck in the front part just a bit. Then I find my Gucci belt and a camouflage army zip up jacket. I pair the outfit with a tan peep-toe bootie and make sure to cuff the bottoms of my jeans above the shoes. My hair is curled in soft waves and my makeup is light with a smidge of lip gloss.

I snag a pic and send it to Christian and also tell him the name of the place we're head to then place my phone in my purse. Just as I'm doing a once over the mirror the guard at the gate of our community informs me that Kate has arrived. By the time I make it to the front door her car is out front. I set the alarm and lock up before making my way to her BMW.

"Look at you! Are you sure you're not trying to snag a man tonight?" She whistles and a feel some heat rush to my face. She's always been a loud person, but it echoes off the other houses and I hate for our neighbors to get the wrong idea about me.

"You're crazy. I'm happily married." I glance over at her once I'm in the car. "You're the one who's looking to hook a man in those short shorts. I thought you were wearing jeans?" I ask because this is not the outfit she sent me over text.

"Us girls change our minds." Kate's wearing the shorts that ride up high. Her top is practically see thru and exposing her black bra that pushes up her boobs. She is dress to kill tonight and I'm starting to worry that this might be a bad idea.

We drive to Aero Club Bar which is a dive bar. As you walk in you see an entire wall of alcohol bottles that go from floor to ceiling behind the bar. They have colored string lights throughout the place and large televisions on the walls. There is a jukebox is playing music and pool tables are lined up towards the back and lead you to other rooms that host games and more tables back there. It has a pilot theme to it and seems real laid back.

"You get a table and I'll grab some drinks at the bar." She says over the crowd of noise and music.

I find us two seats at a tabletop in the middle of the bar. It looks like a fun place to bring your friends and I try to imagine Christian here with me. He'd love the pool tables and watching games on the big tv's. We always go out to a bar when a big game is on because it's the atmosphere that makes it so great. I've never been much into sports but going with Christian has me starting to love sports.

Kate finds me carrying a tray of shot glasses with amber liquid in them with limes and a saltshaker. Oh boy this can't be good.

"I've got us some appetizers before our wings and cheese fries come out. You have an allergy to fish, right?"

"Shellfish."

"Okay," She holds up two glasses and hands one to me. "To a beautiful friendship."

She clinks our glasses together then places some salt on the top of her hand. Kate then proceeds to lick the salt off tipping the shot back and placing the lime in her mouth to bite.

In college I remember going to a party once and watching people do shots, but I was never one to do them. I don't mind a fruity drink now and then, but I've never been the type to throw them back.

"Go ahead," Kate starts to sprinkle the salt on top of my hand.

"I've never done a shot before." I admit out loud and Kate freezes.

"What?" She shrieks. "How in the world did you survive college without doing at least one tequila shot?" She's completely shocked and I shrug.

"I just never did."

"Girl, this is why we are going to besties for life." She grabs another shot off the tray and sprinkles salt over her hand again. "Okay, we will do this together. All you have to do is lick, slam, then suck."

"Lick, slam, suck." I repeat and think this is a horrible idea but then I think about Dr. Collins advise about make new friends and trying new things. I can do this. "Okay, I think I got it."

"It's going to taste gross the first time, but you learn to love it after the fifth."

"The fifth?"

"Focus, here we go. Do what I do."

The next thing I know is my tongue fills with salt and the liquid goes straight to the back of my mouth making me gag at the horrible taste. Before I know it Kate shoves the lime in my mouth and instructs me to suck the juice.

Once I think the taste is completely gone I release the lime and squint over at Kate.

"That was horrible."

"Give it a few more and you'll love it. Here one more before our food gets here."

She hands me the next one and I follow the leader once again only this time the taste isn't getting any better.

"Ahh. Maybe we should try something else." I say as a lady covered in tattoos comes over with our food.

"You don't ever want to mix too many liquors. The hangover will kill you." Kate bounces in her seat as she pops a few cheese fries in her mouth. "One more then we'll pace ourselves since I'm popping your shot cherry."

We do another and I must say that the taste is getting a little easier going down. I feel a tingle throughout my body, but I think I'm doing good. I feel my purse buzz and know that it's probably Christian checking in. My hands are a mess with the wings, so I decide to check once I've finished our food.

"So tell me how you met your husband." Kate asks while we devour the wings.

I open up and tell her how we met and the whirlwind of our engagement and wedding.

"Wow, that's crazy fast." She says.

"I know but it felt right."

"But how do you know that he's not some closet serial killer or mobster? That really happens and not just the movies."

"He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't know what I'd do without him."

"He just seems like he wants to eat you for the meal instead of having lunch with you when he brings you food during your lunch break. It's a little intense."

"That's just Christian. He has always been really attentive to me and makes sure that I have everything that I could ever need before I even ask for it sometimes. He's the best." He really is a dream come true.

"I hope my husband does that for me when it comes time for marriage." She says.

"The moment you meet him it'll click all into place."

By the time we finish our meal Kate and I are a laughing mess. I can't remember a time when I had this much fun with a girl in my life. I've always had a hard time making friends, but Kate makes it easy to be around. We've finished all the shots on the tray and had another one brought over. I've lost count of the number I've had and am feeling really good. Tired, but good. We've danced to songs on the jukebox, played a game of pool and I think we attempted darts, but I can't be sure. I think the a/c went out halfway through our meal because it got totally hot in the bar around that time.

"I think I'm drunk?" I slur and see two of Kate.

"Oh boy," I hear Kate giggle but can't focus on her as the room spins. "I better get you home before that husband decides to bury me in the backyard."

"I need to pee?" I sway all the way and make it just in time to the toilet. I'm not sure how long I stay there because Kate bangs on the stall door jolting me back to focus.

"Anastasia come out before I tear the door off." I hear a slew of curses as the door opens and Kate helps me up and over to the sink.

"We are never having tequila shots again." She mumbles. "You're going to get me killed and labeled a bad influence on you."

"Why is it so hot in this place?"

"Good God, Anastasia, where the hell is half of your outfit!" Kate almost yells and it hurts my head.

That was the last thing I remember.

CHRISTIAN

Do not lose your shit. Do not lose your shit. I'm pacing back and forth across the living room. Anastasia hasn't responded to my text messages in over two hours and if five more minutes pass I'm going to get her at that dive bar she's at with her little friend from her job.

"She'll be all right, Boss." Carson watches from the barstool as I pace, grabbing my hair and pulling. "I can send one of the men over if you want."

What I really want to do is go over there and spank the shit out of her for not answering my calls or texts. Anything could happen to her. What if she has an allergic reaction to something or an asthma attack and I'm not there.

Two minutes and I'm going.

Doesn't she know that I worry every second she's not in my sight? There are bad men out there and will do bad things to her before she could ever wonder what was happening. I should know, my family business is what nightmares are from.

"From now on if our meetings can't happen before five then they wait." I sneer.

Carson called and told me one of our shipments of slot machines from China was coming in and the harbor manager didn't want to deal with anyone but me to let them pass through customs undetected. I had no problem with it until I learned that Anastasia was going out with a friend from work on a Friday night. She text me a pic of her outfit and I wanted to crush my phone after looking at her. She looked hot as hell in her tight jeans and concert looking cutoff top. I know she had a jacket but still.

Time.

Just as I grab for my keys the gate buzzes alerting me that a Kate is entering with Mrs. Grey in the car.

Good.

Carson takes his leave to the guest house to give us our privacy and I go and meet my frustrating wife and friend out in the front yard. A BMW pulls up but only the driver gets out. Didn't the guard say my wife was in the car too?

"I'm really sorry about this, I didn't realize what a lightweight she was." This friend, Kate, tries to explain as she opens the passenger door. "When she told me she'd never had shots I thought we could have a few and that was it, but she kept downing them."

"What in the holy fuck!"

I watch as my wife, my naïve to the world wife, is passed out in the car. My God, is she breathing? I rush over to her to check for a pulse and it causes her to startle awake.

"Christian! Hey!" She cheers. "I love you so much and I love that thing you do with your tongue down there." She over exaggerates every motion as she points down at her pussy and I think I might take her to the hospital for fluids to sober her ass up.

She reeks of tequila and before I know it she's latched her lips to mine in the sloppiest kiss known to man. Christ!

"I'm so horny." She announces and I want to bend her over the hood of the car and start her spankings. I would if her friend weren't staring at us right now.

"Let's get you in the house and some water in you, okay baby?" I say as tenderly as I can.

"I'm really sorry about her clothes too." Kate pleads as I hoist my horny drunk wife in my arms.

"Clothes?" I question and look over my wife.

"I'm not sure where her jacket went and she's missing an earring. She said she was getting hot, but I didn't expect her to start taking her clothes off. I'm really sorry and promise to never let this happen again." Kate says in almost a whisper.

"You got that right." I snap and walk towards the house.

It's not until I walk into the kitchen that I notice that Kate walked in with us. Anastasia sees her and hugs her tight.

"I had the best time tonight." Kate hugs her back just as hard and it's hard for me to be that angry. My wife needs steady and true friends in her life. I know Dr. Collins worries that me being the only person in her life is not good for her.

"Me too. Next time we'll take the hubby and not get too wasted before ten at night." She giggles and it set my wife off. I pass over a bottle of water along with two pill to help with the headache she's going to have in the morning and Kate opens and encourages her to drink it.

Anastasia drinks half before putting her head down on the counter. A light snore tells us that she out for the count again.

"I really am sorry about tonight." Kate says again and this time I believe her. She places Anastasia's purse on the counter and turns to head out the front door.

I pull my wife up into my arms and walk towards the front door to lock up as Kate reaches the door.

"She really is a genuinely nice girl isn't she?" Kate asks in wonderment.

"She is the best person I've ever met in my entire life." I state. "She's been through a lot in her short life and doesn't have a lot of life experiences."

Kate nods then pushes a strand of hair out of Anastasia's face.

"I get it now." Kate answers weirdly then leaves out the front door. "This won't happen again, I promise." She says with so much conviction.

I stand there for a few minutes trying to understand what she meant but movement in my arms shifts my attention to my wife.

"Love you." I hear a faint whisper.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I walk us to our room after locking up for the night. Once I have her in our room I carefully strip her down to her panties then pull the covers up her body. I rid of my clothes down to my boxers then climb in the bed next to her. I made sure to place a trashcan on the side of the bed and a glass of water on the nightstand.

This women is going to be the death of me.

"Ahh…" I hear from the bed as I brush my teeth the next morning. "What happened to my head?"

I want to chuckle at her pain but I'm still mad.

"Everything okay in there?" I yell on purpose.

She moans and I hear her plop back down on the pillow. I know she needs to have these experiences. I had them too but at a much earlier age. I never want to hinder her in anything, but she needs to do this with some type of boundaries or guidelines that won't send me to an early grave.

I slam a few cabinet doors just for good measure then make my way to the bedroom. Anastasia is sprawled out on the bed with her face covered by her arm. I might of opened all the curtains this morning before I went and had a workout.

"You okay baby?"

"Mmm… my head feels like it might explode."

"Oh you mean from the wild night you had last night partying?" I snip.

"Oh Christian, it was so much fun and the entire time I kept thinking about how I wish you were there."

Her words catch me off guard. She thought about me the entire time? Well shit, that just blew my being angry attitude. Not wanting her to suffer anymore I close all the curtains and slide up next to her.

"Can I do anything to make you feel better?" I ask and place a cool washrag across her forehead. I coax her to drink the glass of water next to the bed I left there last night too.

"Just hold me."

A simple request has all my frustration blown out of the water.

"I guess this is the sickness and in health part of the marriage, huh?" I tease as she lays across my chest and intertwines her legs with mine making sure to put her cold feet on me.

"I'll return the favor any time you need it." She sleepily agrees.

"I love you, but we will be having a discussion when you feel better about not answering your phone." I tell her.

"Yes sir."

A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you like my story! We finally meet Kate! Anastasia needs friends in her life and i thought it would be best to have Kate as the 'good' on in this story. We will be at PRESENT TIME next week and i can't wait! See you ladies next Thursday! Stay Safe.

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