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Chapter 7 Ana lays it on the line
"Thank you for the wine but if you think you are going to butter me up with my favorite wine you got another thing coming buster." She tells him as she takes the glass he is offering her.
"No Anastasia I am not trying to butter you up as you say. I just thought after what all happened that a nice refreshing glass of wine would help." He tells her as he sits down beside her on the couch.
"Alright Grey but I got your number. You can't fool me or pull the wool over my eyes." She tells him as he sits down next to her.
"Lord, don't I know it." He says to her looking at his glass instead of her.
"Now Mr. Grey I want to know the real reason why you have never done a background check on that blonde peroxide wanna be botox bitch, fake tits, scrawny chicken neck pimp, pedophile. Is it just because she is Grace's friend and then your domme that you didn't do one? Or is it because she said you could fuck her and trust her with everything?" She asked him as she was sipping her wine.
He sat there stunned at the words that came out of her mouth.
"Obviously you did if you stayed with her for six fucking years and then bought her story about being broke after the divorce. You gave her money for her salons not one but two and the bitch wants to open another one. Do you remember telling me that the night you got drunk?" She asked him.
"Why would you continue to help her? She is making money hand over fist from the exuberant prices she charges thanks to your mom and Mia. They are the ones bringing in the business for you two. Bet she hasn't told you that little secret has she? You should know this because you are backing her at the banks. Yeah you told me that too." She said as she looked at him.
"She said she needed money because the business was failing. I bet you my new Maserati she is lying to you and I betcha I can prove it." She tells him.
"Am I getting close? You know the reason you helped her. Linc divorced her and left her. Now do you want to hear the real reason you helped her which in my book is the poorest excuse I have ever heard." She tells him as she stands up and goes to look out the floor to ceiling glass windows. Giving him time to think over what she has said.
She turns around so quickly she almost face plants into his piano. "Figure out why you help her?" She asked him as she looked out the windows.
He doesn't say a word and he knows why he helps her.
"Damn Grey you feel sorry for her and blame yourself because you think you are the reason Linc divorced that slimy ass cheating bitch." She says and she knows she hit a nerve.
"Why wouldn't I feel sorry for her? Linc caught us together in their bedroom." He tells her and doesn't know why he revealed that part to her wishing he hadn't.
She just shakes her head. " I thought she always had you in her dungeon, why the bedroom?" She asked him.
"She said Linc was out of town and wanted to fuck me in her bedroom because we never did it there. Now I'm thinking she did it on purpose so he could catch us. Linc beat the hell out of her and she told me to leave. She didn't want him to hurt me, she said." He told her.
"Well there are some things you need to know about that essay but it will have to wait." She tells him.
"One more question: did you ever have her sign an NDA like you made everyone else do? By the way, why did you never ask me to sign one? Sorry, that was two questions.I have always been curious about that?" She asked him while she was sipping her wine and looking at him through the windows. She is watching his expressions. She saw him hang his head and got her answer. He didn't have to speak.
"I trust you and always have. People I come in contact with and business associates, yes they sign one. My employees yes and my subs signed one Elena made sure of that. Elena is mom's friend." He says.
"Well what the hell is she to you then? Oh yes, your mentor and pimp." She deadpans leaving him to stare after her.
"Elena made sure they signed one. Did I hear you right? Why didn't you make sure they signed one? From my understanding Jason always did that." She says. "Are you sure the bitch had them sign one for you or for her. Did you see the NDA's she had your playthings sign?" She asked him.
He just looks at her and stands up and sits back down.
"Your silence speaks volumes about the bitch Christian and I can read you like a book. Does the damn cat have your tongue now or do not want to talk to me?" She asks him as she turns around and gives him a death stare. She waits and then walks off.
"Wow, this place is very nice. I love all the colors and the master bedroom and bathroom are a girl's dream come true. The shower is big enough for five people and the tub is huge. Hell, I can swim in it." She says as she is walking from room to room.
"Oh yes this room will be my office. I need Barney here to set everything up for me if you don't mind me borrowing him for a little while in the morning?" She says as she walks back into the great room and he is still sitting in the same spot with his head down not looking at her.
She picks up the house phone and dials 21.
"Sawyer, would you please come to the great room for a moment? Thank you." She says before she hangs up.
Sawyer walks in as she is hanging up the phone.
"Yes Ana, what can I help you with?" He asks her.
"Do I have wifi throughout the apartment and did you use daddy's firewall and state of the art security system he invented for the government so nothing can get through?" She asked him as she was looking around the room.
"Yes Ana as a matter of fact Ray installed the wifi. He also put a firewall on your computer, laptop, tablets and phones. He installed the security system and set everything up in the security office for us. Nothing can break through any of them. I think he said you will need Barney over here to install some more things for you." He tells her as he is looking back and forth between her and Christian.
"Don't mind the knot on the log, he is stuck in his own little world at the moment. Thank you, you can go back to your office now." She tells him as she walks into the kitchen to figure out what she wants to cook.
"I am not a knot on a log dammit Anastasia and I am not stuck in my own little world as you put it." He says getting up off the couch and glaring at her.
"It seemed like it because you just clamed up on me and you didn't answer any of my questions except about your employees and associates. Nothing about Elena but she is mom's friend." She tells him as she takes a pack of hamburger meat out of the fridge along with garlic, butter, worcestershire sauce, bell peppers and mushrooms and other seasonings out of the cabinet.
"I already told you some things about Elena. I just told you about Linc catching us." He says.
"Are you going to stay and eat lunch with me so we can talk more?" She asks him as she sits everything down on the kitchen island.
"What are you making with all that?" He says motioning with his fingers.
"Hamburger steaks with sauteed onions, bell peppers and mushrooms. Along with a salad and my homemade Italian dressing and for dessert I am thinking of making my lemon pound cake if there are ingredients in the pantry for it." She tells him waiting for his answer.
"Sure I'll stay and eat but can we prolong this conversation until after we eat. There are some things I need to tell you and I prefer to do it after we have eaten." He tells her as he walks into the kitchen and sits down at the island.
She looks at him for a few minutes." Alright Christian but we will talk about this after our lunch." She tells him as she starts cutting up all the vegetables.
He knows she is irritated with him because she is chopping and cutting those vegetables like she wants to cut and chop him up. She is staring at him and stops what she is doing.
"You are going to hurt yourself if you don't start watching what you are doing." He tells with concern in his voice.
"I am perfectly fine doing this. I know how to cut vegetables and I am watching what I am doing sir." She tells him as she looks at him and she sees his eyes get dark and his breath hitches in his chest.
'Oh hell did my pants just get tight and my dick twitch? He feels it again as he sees her bend over and open the cabinet to get a pan out. Oh damn yes he did.'
He clears his throat and adjusts his pants. "Can I help you with anything? Even though I don't know how much help I would be." He tells her as he is trying to look anywhere but at her backside.
She looks over her shoulder and raises her eyebrows at him and smiles. "Well Mr. Grey, since you volunteered your service, yes you can help me." She tells him as she sets the pans on the stove and looks in the drawers for the utensils she is going to need.
"Come around on this side and start cutting the bell peppers up for me." She shows him how to do it.
"Really Anastasia you want me to cut those green things up? I will probably cut my hand or demolish the peppers." He tells her looking at the peppers on the cutting board.
"Oh ye of little faith. They are not soft like tomatoes; you won't squish them. It is not that complicated you have seen me do it before." She tells him as she starts to pour olive oil in the pan.
He just stands there.
"Oh come on Christian you are a damn CEO of a multi billion dollar company and you can't cut up a damn pepper. What the hell. Didn't you help Grace in the kitchen when you were growing up? Or watch her prepare your food?" She asks him as she turns around and looks at him. He is standing there with a knife in his hand but does nothing.
"No, I wasn't interested in cooking or watching mom or our cook prepare meals. Then when I was older I was always getting into trouble." He tells her, bowing his head.
"Well it is time you learned how to do it." She tells him when she takes the knife out of his hand and shows him how to cut the pepper.
"Now you try it all you have to do is let the knife slice through the pepper very slowly." She tells him as she cuts through the pepper.
"Think you can do that? I am getting hungry and I know you are too." She tells him as she gives him the knife back.
She stands to the side and watches him try to cut the pepper up. She smiles when he presses too hard and cusses because he didn't hold the pepper tight enough and it slides across the cutting board.
"Here let me show you." She stands behind him and puts his and her hand on the pepper and one on the knife. She lifts the knife and holds the pepper and slices through it.
"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" She asks him as she starts to do it again.
He coughs and clears his throat. "No, I think I have it now." He says as he moves his hands away from hers.
'Damn what is she doing to me?'
"Are you sure you got it now?" She asks him, looking at him.
"Yes I can do it now." He tells her as he rubs his neck.
"Okay if you need me I will be right over here." She tells him as she walks back over to the stove and turns it on so the oil will get hot and she can saute the onions, mushrooms in the garlic and the seasonings she is using.
"Alright I have finished." He tells her, sounding proud of himself.
She turns around and she is smiling. "Very nice Mr. Grey very nice indeed. I knew you could do it." She tells him, smiling at his perfectly cut up peppers.
"Now we will put some Italian bread crumbs, Worcestershire sauce and an egg in the meat and mix it up. After you have it all mixed up then you can pat out the hamburger to make steaks, make them big, not small like a hamburger." She tells him as she takes the pack of hamburger meat out of the fridge and sits it on the counter in front of him.
He looks at like it is an alien and it is going to jump out at him.
"You want me to put my hands in that and make patties out of it?" He asks her while looking at the meat.
"Um well yes but I want you to make steaks out of it. Oh I have gloves you can put on Christian if you are squeamish about touching the meat with your hands. I use them most of the time. I am sure daddy got me some." She tells him as she looks through the cabinet drawers for gloves. She knows she has them because her daddy makes sure she always has them around.
"Well I guess you could say I am. Okay give me the gloves please." He tells her.
She finds the box of gloves and opens it. "Oh no they are all small I don't think your large hands will fit in them." and passes a pair of gloves to him to see if he can wear them. While he is putting them on she is getting plastic wrap and tearing a big piece off and laying it on the counter. She looks at him and starts laughing.
"Oh damn Christian you won't be able to get your pinky in there, must lessen your hand." She tells him.
He tries to put them on but they are way too small.
She puts all the seasonings on the counter for him to use.
"Alright take this bowl and put the hamburger in it and then add all the ingredients I have here for you to use. Just a few sprinkles of the seasonings." She tells him.
He takes the pack of hamburger meat and pushes it off the tray into the mixing bowl. He puts everything in the meat like she told him to do. He just stares at it. "I'm not mixing the meat and he is making a face. "This is gross." He tells her.
"Well yes it is but I need you to mix it up. You can wash your hands in a few minutes. ." She deadpans.
He looks at her like she is kidding then at the plastic wrap like what am I doing with that?
"Okay now take a big chunk out of the meat and roll it into a ball then lay it on the plastic wrap in the middle and fold the plastic wrap all the way over it. After that take your hands and press the ball down on the plastic wrap to form the hamburger steak. Don't make them too thick unless you want yours thick." She tells him. Waiting for him to start.
He looks at the hamburger meat like it is an alien and it is going to jump up and grab him.
"Wait, wait let me show you how to do it. You have to hold the meat between your hands and roll it to form a ball. Like this, see how I am doing it?" She asks him.
"Anastasia, I think you need to do this." He tells her and she looks at him this time.
"Christian Grey put your hands in there or use the fork and mix it up." She tells him. He still doesn't move.
She walks over to him and looks at him and smiles.
"What are you smiling about?" He asked her.
"Oh not in particular." She tells him.
She grabs his hands and puts them in the hamburger meat and makes him squeeze the meat.
"Oh my god that is gross. This is going to make me sick." He tells her.
"Oh stop you big baby and finish. Your hands are already messy now might as well finish." She tells him.
"I promise you I will get you back for this young lady." He tells her.
"Dream on Grey, dream on." She says giggling.
"Take a good size chuck out of the mixing bowl and roll it between your hands and make a ball." She tells him.
He tries but he is letting the meat fall out of his hands.
"No, no do it like this? Make sure you have your hands around the meat and roll it into a ball. See how I am doing it?" She asked him.
"Yeah I guess I can do that." He tells her as he is attempting to roll the hamburger meat again into a ball.
"See you can do it. I am proud of you." She tells him.
"Now I just lay it here on this plastic wrap and pull the plastic over the meat right?" He asks her.
"Yes, just lay the ball down and cover it." She says.
He does and presses firmly on the ball and it spreads it out.
"Take this press and press the meat down with it." She tells him and he does.
"Now take your hands and work the meat so it will look like a steak and not a patty. Then use the press to make it longer so it won't be round." She tells him.
He just looks at her.
"Oh dang Christian, do it like this." She tells him as she shows him how to press and then work his hands so it will be longer and wider and not look like a hamburger patty.
"Hey you're pretty good with that. Want to make the other one?" He asks her jokingly.
"Sure if you think you can saute the vegetables." She says.
"No, I'll stick to the hamburger meat. I wouldn't want to burn them up and I have never cooked anything. I have always used the microwave. You know Gail does the cooking." He tells her.
She sighs, puts her hands on her hips and looks at him."Yes I know and she cleans your house, washes your clothes, makes sure your suits are cleaned and hangs in your closet for your everyday wear at the office and for meetings. She always has your clothes ready for you even at a moment's notice if you have to go out of town on a trip. She goes and gets groceries and makes sure you are fed everyday. She is up in the mornings before you and has your breakfast ready for you after your run. She has your supper cooked for you when you arrive home everyday or it's in the warmer when you do get home. "She tells him.
"That woman never complains about anything, not even the parade of women that come through your home. She is always civil to the bitch when she shows up." She tells him.
He turns his head around so fast it's a wonder he didn't break his neck.
"How the hell do you know about what Gail does and doesn't do in my house? How do you know if she is civil to Elena?" He asked her, sounding pissed.
"Oh calm the hell down Christian." She yells at him.
"I have known Gail for years and I know she would be kind to anyone. I was there a few times when the bitch would just walk in demanding Gail do this or that for her and for some reason you never reprimanded that bitch for talking to Gail the way she does. She likes to demean Gail and your staff. But Gail would never be rude to the woman that you say is your friend and she would treat all your guests with respect." She tells him.
He doesn't look at her.
"I'm pretty damn sure she cleans up after you and your sub in that room I saw. Picking up condoms if you use them which I hope to god you do. Changes your sheets on that medieval looking bed. Does she have the job of cleaning your toys as well? If she does that is disgusting Christian. I don't doubt she cleans the subs room as well." She says as she turns around to the stove leaving him to finish his task and ponder what she has just told him.
He just looks at her back and starts to run his hands through his hair and realizes he has hamburger meat on his hands,
With her back still to him she says. "It's like this Gail takes care of your house and you don't lift a finger at all to help her. You eat your meals and then leave your dishes on the bar or the table. You throw your dirty clothes in the clothes hamper in your bathroom. You have been so spoiled ever since Grace and Carrick adopted you. You don't know how to take care of yourself and if it wasn't for Gail you would be living in filth and ordering take out all the time unless you decided to go to your restaurant and eat because heaven forbid you hardly go to your parents home." She tells him pulling no punches with this man.
"You know how to run your company but not your life. All you know about socializing is what the bitch taught you. You have no real friends, besides the bitch and me. No male friends and well no female friends. Heaven forbid the bitch wouldn't approve of that. You have colleagues, you have Ros and Andrea and I hope you consider them friends.
"All you know how to do is beat and fuck your subs. You are never seen with a woman unless it is your mother, Mia and sometimes me when we go out to eat after a meeting. You are only seen at your restaurant with the bitch more often than your family. Why is that?" She asked him.
"It is high time you got off that god forsaken high horse of yours and a huge chip on your shoulders and showed not only Gail but yourself that you can do things on your own." She tells him.
He stares at her and then shakes his head. "No Gail does not clean my toys. I wouldn't ask that of her." He says lowering his head and starts on the hamburger meat again.
"Well thank the dear lord for that." She says without turning around.
"What in the world would you do if something were to happen to Gail and she got sick and couldn't cook for you? Clean your humongous penthouse that looks more like a damn museum than a home." She asked him, turning around and looking at him.
He rolls his eyes at her. "Well it would be either take out or put one of her dishes in the microwave she always prepares for me. Maybe go to mom's or yes to my restaurant. He says not looking at her.
"Oh come now Mr. Grey, you need to learn how to fend for yourself. Take out is only good for a while and I am sure you would get tired of eating the same thing over and over out of the freezer. You know that will run out and then what will you do?
"Grace told me you don't come often to Sunday dinners." She tells him as she looks at him as she is washing her hands.
"True I would but there are a lot of places that deliver and all I have to do is make a phone call. Any place would deliver it to me." He sounds cocky.
"See that is what I mean. You just snap your finger and you get your way. Has no one ever told you no besides me? Do you think the world owes you something Christian? You have changed so much over the years. What happened to the happy go lucky guy I knew? The one that liked to go to the park, to the lake, bowling, swimming in the lake, going to amusement parks and other fun things." She says, shaking her head. She doesn't give him time to talk.
"Why don't you visit your parents more? You know they love and miss you." She tells him.
"I have things to do. You know I run a multi billion dollar company. You said so yourself so I am needed on the weekends sometimes at a moment's notice if something goes wrong somewhere." He tells her. Hoping she will believe this bull shit he is telling her cause he is just spewing shit out of his mouth and he can't look at her and lie.
"How come you couldn't go to your mom's and visit and have Sunday dinner with them and if something from work came up you could leave. You avoid your family Christian ever since you started with that bitch. She puts shit in your head and you fall for it. She has you so brainwashed you don't know how to talk to your mother about anything but you can walk into the bitches house anytime day or night and sit down and have a conversation about anything." She says getting irritated.
"Grace says Elena always lets her know when she has spent time with you. Just the other day she said you and her went to the Mile High Club on Wednesday and had a wonderful dinner. Grace said Elena told her you were always available for her." She tells him.
"How the hell do you think that makes Grace feel? All the times she has asked you come over you blew her off. For what? Yeah that fucking pedophile and your corral of subs." She tells him.
"I'll kill the bitch myself." He says.
She just stares at him. "Now back to you, you are one lazy man if you don't want to learn to cook and clean for yourself. It is not hard to do and no better time like the present to learn to cook." She tells him as she walks over to the pantry and comes back to him.
"Hey what are you doing? I am not wearing that thing." He tells her and he tries to remove it.
"Oh good lord you big baby, it will protect your clothes. Now stand still so I can tie the apron in the back."She tells him.
"Anastasia, this apron is bright green with flowers and lace on it and I am not wearing it." He tells her as he is trying to take it off.
"Yes you are because I don't have another one and we are not going to have grease from cooking splattering on your clothes." She tells him as she ties the apron strings.
"You better hope no one sees me like this woman." He tells her pointing his finger at her.
"Oh would you be embarrassed if they did?" She asked him as she was laughing.
"Well of course I would and I don't want to be seen wearing this. What do you think my security would say if they saw me like this?" He asked her throwing his hands up in the air.
"Oh Mr. Grey, they might say about time you learned how to be domestic and not have poor Gail do everything for you." She tells him.
He just glares at her.
"Grace and Carrick both did all of you a disservice when you all were growing up. You didn't have chores to do. Everything was done for you. Just like everything was done for Elliot and poor Mia she is so spoiled rotten by all of you especially you. But that is for another time." She tells him.
"Well yes we didn't have to do anything, we had staff who took care of the household chores." He tells her.
"I did too but I still cleaned my room and washed my clothes when I was old enough to. Mom and dad made sure of that. I also learned how to cook watching mom and our cook. You know daddy loves to cook. He can make mean biscuits and sausage gravy not to mention he cooked supper some nights just so mom didn't have to do anything. They would send the staff home and they would do what they wanted to do. They loved cooking together and still do." She tells him.
"Yes and you still have staff." She deadpans again.
"Okay alright show me what to do." He says throwing his hands up.
"Alright, the pan has cooled down. I need to turn it back up. After it gets hot. Put the butter, garlic, onions, salt, pepper and two tablespoons of worcestershire sauce in the pan. Let the butter and the garlic simmer and let the onions caramelize then add the rest of the vegetables. You are just going to sauté just enough to make them soft." She tells him as she watches him add everything.
He doesn't take his eyes off the pan. It's like he is laser focused on doing it right just like he does at work.
"Oh can you cook on a grill or do I need to do it?" She asked him.
"I know how to use a grill. Dad taught Elliot and I how to cook steaks and chicken and a lot of other things on it." He tells her.
"Well at least there is that. You go take care of the grill and I will finish the sautéing. I will tell you like I tell dad I want my done but not burnt." She tells him.
She watches him walk out on the balcony forgetting he is still wearing her apron. She grabs her phone and takes a few pictures of him. Got you now Mr. Grey.
He walks back and takes the hamburger steaks out to put them on the grill.
"You know french fries would go good with the steaks and some garlic bread. I would say you have some but it would probably still be at your house. I know you make it." He tells her.
"Yes I still make my own bread and yeah I am sure it is still at my house. Okay so you would rather have french fries instead of a big ol baked tater?" She asked him.
"A tater? What is a tater?" He asked her, laughing.
"A potato Mr. Grey." She tells him.
"A potato sounds good but doesn't it take a while to bake them?" He asked her.
"Well yes but not in the microwave. I can have two ready by the time the steaks are done. If you would rather have a tater." She says laughing.
"Yes I would rather have a tater as you say." He tries to sound like her but he can't.
They had their steaks and potatoes. Now they are sitting on the balcony relaxing. She is waiting for him to talk to her like he said he was going to do.
He is sitting there nursing his glass of wine and hoping she won't ask him anything.
"Mr. Grey are we going to talk or are we just going to sit here and stare at Elliot Bay? Granted it is beautiful. Now talk or go to your penthouse." She tells him.
He sighs and puts his elbows on his knees.
That's all for now I hope it goes through. I have chapter8 coming up soon. Then "From The Smoky Mountains To Cambridge And Back" will be up next week.
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