CHAPTER I

HOUR OF SEPARATION
As I pour myself a double shot of Bourbon, my Blackberry buzzes again. My heart stops and lurches with
anxiety. Is it Ana?
It was good to see you. I understand now. Dont fret. Youll make a wonderful father.
It was Elena. I dont respond back. I meant what I said to her. I said my farewell. I dont know if she
really understands, but its been over between us for a long time. I needed to say my peace. I down my
drink in my glass and pour myself a triple shot this time. I cant call Anastasia. Im still mad, but Im also
feeling empty and missing her terribly. What do I want? What does any man who willingly gets drunk
want? Memory loss: my current mission is reaching this free prize at the bottom of my Bourbon bottle.
When I finally reach my free prize at the bottom of the bottle, I feel woozy, a little incoherent, and things
seem to be coming in twos at me. The two waiters are standing in front of me with the bill. I take out my
wallet. My fingers attempt to retrieve the money or credit card whichever I can grasp. Money decides to
come out easier. It looks like I have four $100 bills.
How much do I owe you? I ask my speech slurred. I look at the bill but the numbers seem to walk
away and change sizes to my blurry vision. I cant see a damn thing.
Both of the waiters who look remarkably like twins each extend their hands for the bill. One of them
finally manages to grasp it to check the number for me.
Its $183 sir.
I take the cash and slap it on the table. Two for the bill, and one for each of you. Tttippp, I slur. My
mind cant do math right now.
Each of us, sir?
Yeah, for you, and you... I say pointing to each waiter. They both smile with identical grins.
Thank you, sir. We appreciate your generosity.
I stand up on my feet, but I feel the floor calling me. I hold onto the table to steady myself then make my
way to the door. The cool air hits me in the face as soon as I step outside and momentarily I feel a little
steadier. Now, which direction was my house?
I look around.
Hey, my man! Do you a have smoke? asks another fellow drunk. I pat my chest with my hands.
Nope, fresh out.
Thanks, all the same, he says with his breath smelling like cheap beer. He salutes me with his index and
middle finger and walks away with unsteady steps. I think I can walk home if I can just make to each
light pole without falling down. Yes, thats seems like a good goal to me. Now, I try to walk to the next

light pole that looks like more than hundred feet away. I might have to use the park benches, and building
walls to make it there. Change of goals: make it to the next building wall and then to the light pole.
Anastasia is pregnant. I knocked her up. Shit! That means I wont get to have sex with her. Damn! I still
didnt get the free prize. No memory loss!
Hey, goal number 1 is complete. I made it to the next light pole without falling. Now I have to turn the
corner. Two light poles distance. I live at Escala. How many light poles away is the building?
Taylor! I yell. But he doesnt answer.
Oh yeah. Hes not here. Hes home, safe with Gail. He didnt knock her up. He can safely have sex. Not
Christian. Christian is going to be a dad. A terrible dad. Oh God! Im sick! I double; my back to the light
pole. My stomach tightens, and heaves. Huh, Anastasia hurled like that in that bar. It was the
first night I slept with her. Anastasia... I have to get home to her. I stand straight. No puking. I walk the
distance of three other light poles, very... very slowly. The ground isnt steady. It moves and dances under
my feet. Its a balancing act to get home.
I finally see the building straight ahead. Maybe four more light poles. One light pole... Two light poles...
Three light poles, and four... Home free!
I push the door. It doesnt open. I push more. It doesnt open. The doorman rushes. When he sees me, he
takes a second look and pushes the door open, and I pull it. I knew that!
Mr. Grey! Good evening... I mean good morning sir.
Morning? What time is it? I slur. He checks his watch.
Its 1:30 a.m. sir. I walk in, and the doorman comes after me, and calls the elevator. Whats your
name?
Sebastian, sir.
Yes, I knew that. When the elevator doors ding open, I walk in, trying not to stumble.
Sebastian holds the door for me. I salute him like my fellow drunk saluted me. Good morning to you,
too...Seb... Seb...
Sebastian, sir.
Sebastian. The door closes to Sebastians dumbfounded face. It takes me two tries to enter my code on
the panel. The elevator takes me up with the speed of light velocity, or
at least thats how it feels to me. Im shaken like a rotten egg. When it reaches to my penthouse, it stops
and the doors open. I fumble with my keys. I walk in to the foyer, and hit myself to the table that walked
right into me!
Shit! I try to move away, but the table follows me scraping on the floor.
Shit! I say again pushing it away. Leave me alone! There are double doors ahead of me, and I push

them open. Someone, some angel runs toward me.

Christian, are you okay? she asks. Oh, thats my knocked-up wife! My seductive angel.
Mrs. Grey, I greet her in a slurred speech. Jeez! She looks better than an angel. She looks like shes in a
1930s style satin nightdress. Looks like a classic beauty. Soft to touch. Warm to hold, and die to fuck!
Oh... Id love to do that. You look might fine, Anastasia. Where have you been? she asks.
I put my fingers to my lips and smile.
Shhh! I warn her. Shell wake someone up. Oh, yes, the baby. Then we wont have any peace and quiet.
I think youd better come to bed, she says.
With you... I snicker. Id go to hell with her. All she has to do is to ask. She frowns at me. Shes
beautiful even when she frowns.
Let me help you to bed. Lean on me.
You are very beautiful, Ana, I say and lean on her. The whiff of her scent hits me like a truckload of
bricks. I inhale her scent. She wobbles on her feet. Is she drunk?
Christian, walk. I am going to put you to bed.
Okay, I say. Bed. Its not as far as a light pole. I can make it. Concentrate Christian. She stumbles
through the corridor supporting me.
Bed, I say grinning. Bed. What Id like to do to her in bed. Or here... in the hallway. No, not in the
hallway. She doesn't feel steady on her feet.
Yes, bed, she says as she maneuvers me to the edge, but I hold her. I love holding her.
Does she know that? She makes me feel safe. Whole. Join me, I say. Im awake. I think...
Christian, I think you need some sleep. Oh, no. Shes saying no to me! Shes never going to have sex
with me. Its the baby. She doesnt want me. She just wants the baby.
And so it begins. Ive heard about this. I say, sorrowful.
She frowns. Heard about what? she asks.Babies mean no sex.Im sure thats not true. Otherwise
wed all come from one-child families.I gaze down at her. Youre funny.Youre drunk.Yes, I say,
smiling. But wait, I didnt forget. I couldnt. Shes still pregnant. Im going
to be a terrible dad. Ive nothing to offer.
Come on, Christian, she says softly. Her voice just soothes me. Lets get you into bed. She pushes me
gently and I flop on to the bed. My arms and legs spread open. Shes standing by my feet, looking like a
sex goddess.
Join me, I say. My voice comes out slurred; words are hard to get out of my mouth.

Lets get you undressed first. Undressed... Now thats the idea. I grin. Christian might get lucky after
all.
Now youre talking, I say playfully.

Sit up. Let me take your jacket off.

I sit up, but the bedroom feels like a gyroscope. Getting in and out of focus. I flop back down. The room
is spinning, I complain.
Christian, sit up! she orders me. I like that. She takes charge. I smirk up at her. Mrs. Grey, youre a
bossy little thing...
Yes. Do as youre told and sit up, she commands putting her hand on her hips. After two attempts I
locate my elbows and struggle to sit up on them. She grabs my ties, and undoes it. But she wont pull it
off. Then she saddles me and pulls my jacket off my arms. I get a whiff of her delectable scent again.
You smell good.You smell of hard liquor. Yes... I say proudly. Bour-bon.
Her hands drop my jacket somewhere, and she puts her hands on my tie. My hands are resting on her
hips. Oh, the soft, silky feeling of the fabric. I like the feel of this fabric on you, Anastay-shia... You
should always be in satin or silk. I run my hands on the smooth fabric up and down on her hips then jerk
her forward, and press my mouth against her belly where the tiny trespasser resides.
And we have an invader in here.
Youre going to keep me awake, arent you? I ask Junior. And take my wife away, no doubt. I look up
at my wife again. Shes been mine all this time. I dont want to share her, and now I wont have a choice.
She will only want him.
Youll choose him over me, I say forlorn. She will. And I will never be the center of her world again.
My Anastasia will be his. She wont want me.
Christian, you dont know what youre talking about. Dont be ridiculous... Im not choosing anyone
over anyone. And he might be a she.

Shit! I never considered that! A girl!

A she...Oh. God! I flop back on the bed, and cover my eyes with my arms. If shes anything like
Anastasia, and if she has boys running after her... Oh shit!
I cant think. I cant. I should sleep. Im too tired to think. Exhausted. Sleep.... Yes, sleep. The room spins
once more even though my eyes closed. But, the heavy darkness of sleep slowly pulls its blanket over
me, and Im out.

I have a lingering pounding headache as if someone untalented is practicing drums inside my head. How
much did I drink? I finished the bottle of wine, and the bourbon. Theres only the seeping light from the
window, but even that is bothering me. My hand travels to the pillow next to me, but its undisturbed, and
cold. I sit up abruptly, and feel like I hit my head to the wall. Wheres Anastasia? Fuck! Shes not here!
She isnt here. Did she get up early? Is she in the bathroom? I jump out of bed, and look around. Nothing
is disturbed in the room. My jacket is off. So is my tie. My shoes and socks are taken off. I dont
remember taking them off. But I dont remember much about last night. Fucking free prize of memory
loss now finds me!
Ana! I call, but she doesnt answer. I rush out to the living room, and theres no sign of her. Mrs. Jones
is in the kitchen.
Gail, have you seen Ana this morning?
No, Mr. Grey. Not since last night.
What?
I only saw her last night after you left, sir... she says her face takes a fearful expression.
What happened? What did she say?
Not much. She was crying and wanted to have white wine, she says and I wince, but decided on a cup
of tea instead. She didnt eat, just took her tea and went to the library. That was the last time I saw her,
Mr. Grey, she says with a worried look on her face.
Oh shit! She may have gone to stay with Kate. I run to my bedroom to get my cell phone. I turn it on, and
theres a text message from Anastasia. My heart stops. Oh, God! She left me! I find myself collapsing
onto the bed with my Blackberry in my hand, and open her message up with shaky hands.
WOULD YOU LIKE MRS. LINCOLN TO JOIN US WHEN WE EVENTUALLY DISCUSS THIS
TEXT SHE SENT TO YOU? IT WILL SAVE YOU RUNNING TO HER AFTERWARD. YOUR
WIFE
FW: It was good to see you. I understand now. Dont fret. Youll make a wonderful
father.
Shit! Shit! Shit!

Anaaaa! I call out, but no response comes. I dial her cell phone number. It rings and rings, and goes to
her voice-mail Breathe! Breathe! Breathe! I dont leave a message. I hang up and dial again. It rings
ominously. I walk around to see if I can hear Your Love is King, but nothing is heard. It goes to voice
mail again.
Ana! Where are you? Im worried about you. Please... my voice goes to a whisper. Call me. Ill come
and get you. I hang up, and with shaky hands I dial Katherine Kavanaghs phone. When she answers the
phone, she sounds groggy.
Hello? Who the hell is this at this hour? she replies miffed.
Its Christian Grey, I say through gritted teeth. Is she tired because Ana woke her up at night? Did she
pick her up from Escala?
Christian? Whats wrong? Is Elliot okay? she asks immediately.
How the hell shall I know about Elliot? Im calling you about Ana. Is she there with you?
Why would she be here with me? she asks confused, and then her voice turns icy. Did you do
something to her? Or maybe I should ask this instead: What have you done to her? she is suddenly wideawake.
Im looking for my wife, and I havent done anything. We had an argument last night, and I cant find
her this morning. I want to know if shes with you or not. Is she there with you? I ask menacingly.
Why would I tell you if she was?
God damn it Kate! Im worried about my wife! If you have an ounce of concern for your friend, you
would tell me if she is with you or not so I can go look for her and find her! I shout.
She isnt here! Geez! Why is she...she starts saying, but I hang up on her. She isnt with Kate. God!
Where would she go?
Taylor! I shout as I dash out of my room and dial Anastasias cell phone once more. When it goes to
voice-mail again I hang up. Taylor, Sawyer and Ryan are already assembled in the living room and
waiting for me. Im completely shaking as if theres an earthquake.
Mrs. Grey is missing, I say swallowing. Has any of you seen her this morning? Taylor?
No, I havent sir. Not since last night, he replies. I start breathing through my nose like raged bull.
Sawyer? Did you see her last night? Or did she come and ask you to give her a ride someplace?
No sir. The last I saw her was yesterday after she got off work and we all came home, he says
dumbfounded.
My eyes turn towards Ryan. I havent seen her at all. Yesterday or today, sir, he replies completely
chagrined. I start breathing heavily. The clothes I'm wearing from yesterday are wrinkled. My shirt is
unbuttoned, my tie is missing. I feel my hands automatically flying to my face, and rubbing forcefully
over my face and into my hair. My fingers clump and pull my hair on their trail. My heart is beating so
fast, I can feel it in my throat. I shake as if I am left in freezing weather. I try to steady myself.

Mr. Grey, Taylor says calmly. We have to look for her. Lets look for her in the house first, he turns to
Sawyer and Ryan taking charge. He starts with an efficient and authoritative voice. Leave no door
unopened. Ryan and Sawyer, you take this level. I will go with Mr. Grey. If you can find her, call me
immediately and if we cant find her, lets assemble back here. Understand? he orders.
Yes, sir, says Ryan and Sawyer and disappear immediately.
Gail, you remain in the kitchen area. If Mrs. Grey comes back, keep her here, and let us know, he
orders her. She nods.
Mr. Grey, lets go, sir, he says and we start looking for her all over my bedroom. My
jacket and tie are on the floor. We go to the closet, but I dont see any clothes having been packed, or no
empty shelves, or coat hangers. Did she just leave with the clothes on her back? I so vaguely remember
what we talked about. What did I say to her last night after I got home? What did we do?
Gail said she went to the library. I rush to the library, and there sits her empty teacup, but nothing else.
Theres no telltale sign that she spent the night in the library. I run to the Play Room. The door is locked.
Ana! Anaaaa! I call out to her. I rattle the door handle, but it doesnt open. If its locked, she wouldnt
be here. We search the entire level to no avail. I dial her phone number one last time. For Gods sake!
Please, answer the phone. Lets talk, I plead and hang up.
We get back downstairs and Ryan, Sawyer, Gail are already assembled waiting. Taylor joins in their
ranks. I walk back and forth before them anxiously. I finally stand before them. It appears that Mrs.
Grey isnt home. I want you to have no stone unturned. Check the security cameras, and video feed from
last night. See when she left. Also check the video feeds from the exit cameras to the garage, to the entry
and all exit points of the building. See where she went, who she went with, and what time. We need to
establish a starting point so we can go look for her at the right place. Sawyer, youre in charge of
examining the video feed. Start with the camera trained over the elevators, and Sawyer, you and... I say
without finishing my sentence because everyones eyes immediately trained on someone who is behind
me. I turn around. My eyes are wide, worried and anxious. There stands Anastasia wrapped in a duvet,
one hand clutching her purse. She looks beautiful, innocent, and damned angry still. I gaze back at her
wide blue eyes. Fear finally leaves place to anger. Where has she been? Who did she go to? Did she come
from outside? Why didnt we see her? Was she home all along? She says nothing to me though her gaze
scans my disheveled appearance in my day old clothes.
Sawyer, Ill be ready to leave in about twenty minutes, she mutters and wraps her duvet around her
tighter as if shes using it as a shield against me. Sawyer nods at her, and immediately I feel the intensity
of the gazes of my security personnel on me. My eyes are on Anastasia, unblinking. I fear that if I blink,
shell disappear.
Would you like some breakfast, Mrs. Grey? Gail asks. Anastasia shakes her head in response.
Im not hungry, thank you, she replies.
Where were you? I ask her finally finding my voice. Its low, husky, and demanding. I hear rather than
see Taylor, Sawyer, Ryan and Gail scatter around to their particular corners and offices to leave us alone;
not wanting to face the music that is about to be composed between Anastasia and I. Anastasia
completely ignores me and she marches towards our bedroom.

Ana! Answer me, I say calling after her. I walk behind her in rapid footsteps into the bedroom, but she
makes her way to the bathroom, and locks the door behind her.
Ana!! I shout pounding on the door with my fists. Ana, open the damned door!
Go away! she shouts. Im not going anywhere. Suit yourself, she replies.
Ana, please, I beg. Please open the door, I say, but I hear the water running. She doesnt reply. Ana,
let me explain. Talk to me. But my voice is effectively blocked out with the sound of the water. I lean
against the wall opposite to the door with my hands behind my back and wait for her to finish her shower.
She stays in the shower for nearly twenty minutes. When she finally unlocks the door to face me, Im
extremely wary; timid. I feel like a cornered lion. She walks passed me as if I dont exist, and makes her
way into the walk-in closet.
Are you ignoring me? I ask in complete incredulity. She gets pregnant because she didnt get her shot
even though we agreed on not having children this soon, and shes mad at me and ignoring me!
Perceptive, arent you? she murmurs sarcastically without even looking at me. She searches for
something to wear in the closet. She picks her plum dress, my favorite dress, her high black stiletto boots,
and makes her way to the bedroom. When she comes face to face with me, she pauses for me to move out
of her way, determined. I finally make way for her, losing my fight against the gentleman in me.
Anastasia makes her way to the dresser. From the mirror perched on the dresser she peeks at me as I'm
standing in the doorway. I keep watching her, motionless.
Unable to walk forward or backwards.
Theres nothing I want more than to hold my wife, and shes so distant; treating me like a stranger. As
Anastasias eyes are locked on me, she drops her towel covering her naked body. Her naked beauty
makes me gasp but I attempt to restrain it. She is gorgeous. But she ignores what the sight of her does to
me.
Why are you doing this? I ask in a low voice.
Why do you think? she replies in a deceptively soft voice, and opening a drawer she chooses and pulls
out a black lace La Perla panties.
Ana- I make to move towards her but stop as she shimmies into her panties.
Go ask your Mrs. Robinson. Im sure shell have an explanation for you, she mutters as she searches
for something. God damn it! I dont want to have anything to do with Elena! I broke all ties with her last
night.
Ana, Ive told you before, shes not my... I say but she cuts me off.
I dont want to hear it, Christian, she says waving her hand to me dismissively. The time for talking
was yesterday, but instead you decided to rant and get drunk with the woman who abused you for years.
Give her a call. Im sure shell be more than willing to listen to you now, she shouts at me. Then pulls
her matching bra out of the drawer and puts it on and fastens it. I walk further into the bedroom my hands
on my hips accusingly. Why was she looking for something to blame me with? Had she lost her trust in

me? Was that why she was snooping? Lets see what Christian was doing when he was getting drunk, ten
fucking sheets to the wind.
She flushes in response. Thats not the point, Christian, she scolds me. Fact is, going gets tough and
you run to her. Thats not how it happened. I didnt seek her out.
My mouth falls into a grim line. It wasnt like that, I start explaining.
Im not interested, she dismisses me as she picks up a pair of black thigh highs with lacy tops. She
walks to the bed, sitting on it, and pointing her toe outward; she pulls the stockings and gently pulls the
delicate material over her long legs.
The gnawing question thats killing me right now is. Where did she go last night?
Where were you? I ask, my gaze never leaving her hands traveling up on her legs. But she pretends I
dont exist and continue. She puts her other stockings on. The stands up, and bending down, she starts
towel drying her hair. My gaze never leaves her body. When shes done towel drying her hair, she stands
back to the dresser, and grabs her hair dryer.
Answer me, I say in a low and hoarse voice after she ignores me quite a while. She turns the hair dryer
on, and continues ignoring me as she dries her hair, sorting the strands with her fingers. I glare at her with
narrowed eyes. She is unbelievable! She is
the one who didnt get the shot. Shes the one who got pregnant despite having had many talks about
birth-control. She knows how freaked I get about this! She knows that Im freaked out right now. Yet, she
chooses to ignore me. When she turns the dryer off, I ask again.
Where were you? My tone is a chilling, low whisper. What do you care? she shouts.
Ana, stop this. Now, I order. She just shrugs, and I move quickly across from the other side of the room
towards her. As I reach out to her, she whirls and steps back.
Dont touch me, she hisses, making me freeze in my tracks. Why couldnt I touch her? Shes my wife.
My woman...
Where were you? I ask demanding. Its eating me up alive. My hands fists on my side. Was she with
someone else? Jose? Ethan? Who? Was someone else comforting her while I got myself wallowed up in
my own fucking misery?
I wasnt out getting drunk with my ex, she seethes. Did you sleep with her? she asks in an accusatory
tone, making me gasp. How could she possibly think that? I would never cheat on her.
What? No! I gape at her. It wounds and pains me to think that she could even consider the possibility of
me cheating on her. This makes me angry.
You think Id cheat on you? I ask outraged.
You did, she roars, by taking our very private life and spilling your spineless guts to that woman.
I cant believe what Im hearing. She thinks Im dishonorable? Im a lot of things, but I would never

consider cheating on my wife. Does my own wife think of me so worthless?

Spineless? I breathe. Thats what you think? I have to know. My eyes are volcanoes, heated.
Christian, I saw the text. Thats what I know.That text was not meant for you, I growl in response.
Well, fact is I saw it when your Blackberry fell out of your jacket while I was undressing you because
you were too drunk to undress yourself. Do you have any idea how much youve hurt me by going to see
that woman? she asks.
I pale in her epithet. I made a mistake, because Im a fucking idiot. I was mad, and Im still mad, because
shes not giving me a chance to explain. The fact is, when she gets mad, she gets in a roll, and pick up her
baton, and runs with it.
Do you remember last night when you came home? Remember what you said?
What the hell did I say? Im frozen momentarily. I stare at her blankly because I dont remember jack
shit. I must have royally fucked up, because shes totally pissed.
Well, you were right. I do choose this defenseless baby over you. Thats what any loving parent does.
Thats what your mother should have done for you. And Im sorry that she didnt... Because we wouldnt
be having this conversation right now if she had. But youre an adult now... you need to grow up and
smell the fucking coffee and stop behaving like a petulant adolescent.
You may not be happy about this baby. Im not ecstatic, given the timing and your less than lukewarm
reception to this new life, this flesh of your flesh. But you can either do this with me, or Ill do it on my
own. The decision is yours. While you wallow in your
pit of self-pity and self-loathing, Im going to work. And when I return, Ill be moving my belongings to
the room upstairs.
I blink in complete shock. Is she leaving me? She is leaving me! Oh God! Shes breaking up!
Now, if youll excuse me, Id like to finish getting dressed, she says breathing hard.
I feel like she just slapped me. I take a step back, looking at her, my demeanor hardened. Is this what
you want? I whisper. She wants to be away from me, away from our relationship.
I dont know what I want any more, she says fervently, her expression mirroring mine. She turns her
back to me, dips her fingers into her moisturizer and gently rubs it in over her face. She peers into the
mirror, checking her flushed face with wide eyes.
I cant take the idea that she doesnt want me in her life. You dont want me? I whisper.
Im still here arent I? she snaps at me. She takes her mascara tube and taking the brush, she applies it
over her eyelashes.
She must have been thinking about this since yesterday if she came to that conclusion now.
Youve thought about leaving? I ask as my heart squeezing tightly into a knot. I cant live without her!
I am desperate for her. Cant she see that?

When ones husband prefers the company of his ex-mistress, its usually not a good sign, she says with
disdain in her tone. Then she applies her lip-gloss. My eyes are on her, and I havent touched her since
yesterday morning. Its been about twenty-four hours. The short literal, but miles apart virtual distance is
killing me. She picks up her boots, and strolls over to the bed, and sitting on the side of the bed, she puts
her boots on, tugging them up to her knees. Shes just in her underwear and her boots. And Im fucking
frustrated, hot for her, desirous, and she wont have me. She doesnt want to have anything with me. Or
does she? Is this a tactic for her win her argument? Shes a good negotiator. A tough one. Anastasia can
bring any man to her knees. Shes about to do that to me. But, I have my own set of tactics I can employ.
I know what youre doing here, I murmur in a warm, seductive voice. She has zero resistance to my
seduction. I know her better she knows herself.
Do you? she squeaks her voice cracking. Its the first chink in her armor. I swallow, taking a chance, I
step forward. She steps back holding her hand up to half my advance.
Dont even think about it, Grey, she hisses menacingly.
Youre my wife, I counter softly, contentiously. I want whats mine. She is mine; my wife, my woman.
Im the pregnant woman you abandoned yesterday, and if you touch me I will scream the place down.
My eyebrows rise in incredulity. Youd scream? I ask, hoarsely. Bloody murder, she counters,
narrowing her eyes, not backing down.
No one would hear you, I murmur, my gaze intense, passionate. Please let me touch you. The only way
I know how to resolve problems is in bed, Ana.
Are you trying to frighten me? she mutters breathless, scared. What? No! Im only trying to
communicate with her the only way I know how. And she wont let me.
That wasnt my intention, I say frowning. Her chest is heaving up and down with short breaths.
I had a drink with someone I used to be close to. We cleared the air. I am not going to see her again.
You sought her out? she asks, wounded.Not at first. I tried to see Flynn. But I found myself at the
salon.
And you expect me to believe youre not going to see her again? she hisses with pure fury. What
about the next time I step across some imaginary line? This is the same argument we have over and over
again. Like were on some Ixions wheel. If I fuck up again, are you going to run back to her?
I am not going to see her again, I say with a petrifying decisiveness. She finally understands how I
feel.
She just blinks at me. What does that mean?
I straighten and run my hand through my hair completely exasperated, anger rising in me, and Im
completely silent. Because she tells me to talk about what happened, but shes unwilling to listen. Shes
angry, and shes running with her conclusions, and not hearing me out. Were not resolving anything
because our anxieties are running high.

Why can you talk to her and not to me?

I was mad at you. Like I am now, I growl.
You dont say! she snaps. Well, I am mad at you right now. Mad at you for being so cold and callous
yesterday when I needed you. Mad at you for saying I got knocked up deliberately, when I didnt. Mad at
you for betraying me, she says her voice choking at the end.
Her declaration shocks me as if she kicked me in the groin and slapped me at the same time, making me
flinch. I never betrayed her. I know I behaved like an ass, but she doesnt listen to me, and she isnt
listening to me now. Im rudderless when Im around her. She takes all my control away.
What the hell am I supposed to do? How do I express myself? She swallows, getting ready to say
something.
I should have kept better track of my shots. But I didnt do it on purpose. This pregnancy is a shock to
me, too, she mutters. It could be that the shot failed.
I glared at her wordlessly. Of course it fucking failed. It has an expiration date. A date and time where it
runs out of her system! Thats why she has to take her shot at the prescribed date.
You really fucked up yesterday, she whispers, with fury. Ive had a lot to deal with over the last few
weeks.
You really fucked up three or four weeks ago. Or whenever you forgot your shot, I hiss back.
Well, God forbid I should be perfect like you! she shouts glowering. I glower back at her. We stand
silently like this for a few minutes.
This is quite a performance, Mrs. Grey, I whisper. Shes delivering it well, standing up to me, fighting
toe to toe.
Well, Im glad that even knocked up, Im entertaining.
I stare at her blankly. She insists on taking me the wrong way. I need a shower, I murmur.
And Ive provided enough of a floor show.
Its a mighty fine floor show, I whisper as I step forward. I want to hold her, touch her. If I just touch
her, I know we can solve this, melt the glacier growing between us. I need her desperately right now. She
immediately steps back.
Dont, she hisses menacingly.
I hate that you wont let me touch you, I whisper. I need her desperately. Cant she see that?
Ironic, huh? she mutters.I narrow my eyes again. I let her touch me. I worked on getting over my fear
for her, and yet shes denying me whats mine. We havent resolved much, have we? Id say not.
Except that Im moving out of this bedroom.
What? Dont do this to us, Ana! Why are you tearing us apart? My eyes flare and widen with fear briefly.

She doesnt mean anything to me.

Except when you need her.
I dont need her. I need you, I plead with her. She must see that. Shes all I need. I want to be all she
needs, too.
You didnt yesterday. That woman is a hard limit for me, Christian. Shes out of my life.
All the man I need Whitney Houston
I wish I could believe you, she says with utter distrust, and thats the knife that sticks to my heart.
For fucks sake, Ana.

Please let me get dressed, she says dismissing me. My heart is ripped out. Is this the end of us? Im
numb, desolate, bereft of feeling as if a tornado came and swept away everything and shuffled my life
upside down.
Ill see you this evening, I say, with a flat voice, beaten, crushed. I head to the bathroom, and slowly
close the door. Mechanically I take my clothes off, and turn the water on walking into the first cold then
scalding hot water.
What are you doing to us, Ana? Why are you shredding us into pieces? Questions left unasked, words
unspoken leave me choking, worried, and utterly spent. I slowly slide onto the shower floor and let the
water wash me free of my sorrow.
When I come out, Anastasia is gone, the bedroom has her lingering scent, but only so much to tell me
shes gone and away from me. I go out to the kitchen. Mrs. Jones is busy there.
Can I fix your breakfast now, Mr. Grey? she asks. Anastasia?
She left with Sawyer for work a little bit ago, she replies in a soft voice. Did she eat breakfast? I ask.
No, Mr. Grey, she says shaking her head.Can I fix you your usual breakfast, sir? she asks hopeful.
Not today, Gail. Ill eat later at work. Thank you, I say softly. Taylor is waiting by the entrance for me.
Mrs. Grey was in the Playroom, sir, he says without a preamble. I cock my head to the side quizzically.
How do you know?
Weve searched every room, every shelf in the room. The only room that was locked was the playroom.
I went to check it, and it was unlocked. The key was still inside the door, he replies.
I quickly take the stairs to go to the playroom. Just as Taylor indicated, the door is still unlocked. I walk
into the room and am greeted by the scent of soft leather, lemon and oil. When I hit the light switch, and
the soft lights come on and illuminate the red room. Nothing is disturbed in the room. The only evidence
that Anastasia has been in the room is the small dent she left on the chesterfield sofa. I softly caress it. I
look around for another indication that she was here, but there is none. I walk towards the door, turn off

the light, and get downstairs. Then taking my jacket, I nod to Taylor to follow me, and we take off. The
ride to the garage is quiet. We walk to the SUV in the same silence.
As the garage gate is lifting, my Blackberry buzzes. I feel hopeful immediately thinking Anastasia is
calling. But my face falls when I see the caller.
Hi Elliot, I answer. Were you able to find your wife this morning? he asks. I see that Kate called
you. Yes, shes at work right now.
I hope she isnt leaving you five minutes after you guys got married. Not that Id blame her, he says
jokingly.
Fuck off Elliot! Im not in the mood.Hey, bro. I'm sorry, don't be uptight. If you want to talk...
Nothing to talk about. Im sure youve had fights with your fiance. Just a simple argument where she
got mad at me, thats all.
Alright, Ana! he whoops his cheer.
Look, Im almost to work, and Ive got a lot to do today. Talk to you later, Elliot, I say and hang up. I
just stare out the window as we stop on a red light. The people are running to and fro purposefully,
getting on with their lives and businesses without knowing that only a few feet away from them
someones heart is ripping apart, breaking into pieces, and theyre completely oblivious to my agony.
When Taylor pulls into the Grey House parking lot, he drives to my reserved parking space. After he
turns the vehicle off, he jumps out and opens my door. I ease out of the SUV and walk towards the
elevators. The ride is silent again. When Andrea sees my stoic face, good morning Mr. Grey, she says
without her usual cheer.
Coffee, sir? she asks.Yes, I say as I walk into my office.
I take to my seat and fire up my computer. Before I dive into work, I need to do one thing. Taking my
Blackberry out, I scroll the numbers, and dial.
Yes, Mr. Grey, he answers.Sawyer, how is Mrs. Grey?She was shaken and crying a little, he
answers, and I close my eyes in pain. Did you get her something to eat?
I asked but she said she wasnt hungry, he replies. My stubborn wife. The last time she went into her
self-imposed hunger strike was when she broke up with me. She punishes us both.
Just in case, check on her throughout the day. Im sure Taylor has informed you; Mrs. Grey is pregnant.
Shell need to eat, and needs to be careful.
Ill be sure to keep a close eye on her, sir, he says.
Call me if shes not well, or need anything.
Yes, sir, he replies.
I take a deep breath, and look at Taylor, and Andrea walks in with my coffee. She puts the coffee before
me, and takes out her iPad.

You have quite a few meetings today, Mr. Grey. The first meeting is with Finance. There are four things
in the agenda with the meeting. The purchase funds, allocation of the base payroll, operational expenses,
and the sale of Triway Electronics, which is going to be finalized today. That meeting is at 2:00 p.m., sir,
she says and dives into my full load work schedule. For once, Im grateful for a very busy day. It should
leave me little time to bask in my own misery.
The Bail
His phone rings softly playing the Godfather Theme song
Godfather Theme song.
I thought I told you never to call me on this phone, he answers his phone curtly after verifying the caller.

We may have the bail accepted as early as tomorrow, he replies as if he hasnt heard. There was no
other way to reach you this soon.
His eyes glower with excitement. He leans in as if hes going to share a secret with the man on the phone.
Fine... We will meet in one hour, the same place. Ill have my instructions. And the payment is
required plus ten percent for their trouble.
I have it ready. And my terms are the same as ever. I hope you keep them in the forefront of your mind.
If not, all involved will be dealt harshly.
Yes, he answers firmly.
See you then.
Well, well, well... he thinks to himself. It's time to fuck his oldest enemy up. Not oldest by age, but oldest
by how long he has been brewing his revenge against him. Excitement is almost unbearable. Hes been
feeding a fund for this very day for years, right in his own personal safe. Its been his cash revenge fund.
Hes put aside quite a lot.
They dont say revenge is a dish best served cold, for no reason. Its been properly kept on ice for six
long years. He opens his safe, and puts the $10,000 bank straps each containing one hundred individual
$100 bills. He counts twenty-five straps for the bail. Then counts two and a half stacks and places it in an
envelope. In a separate quadrant in the briefcase, he puts fifty other stacks methodically. With more than
three quarters of a million Dollars, he leaves his place of business, and makes his way to the restaurant.
He enters the restaurant purposefully in his usual self-confident demeanor. The male host whose nametag
read Tyler looks up smiling.
Good afternoon, sir. Do you have a reservation? Tyler asks. Yes. Its under the name of Brioni.This
way Mr. Brioni. Your party is waiting, he says to lead him.
That wont be necessary. I know my way around, he says as he holds a hand to stop him.

I just wish to take you...

Good for you, young man. No need to wish it. I can do my own walking, he says as he stops Tyler with
a domineering stare of his and turns to get to one of the reserved private rooms.
Mr. Brioni, Tyler calls, and the man doesnt answer as if it isnt his name. Sir, he calls again, and the
man in his impeccable suit turns this time with his forbidding gaze pinning him in place. We are
required to escort our patrons to their seats, Tyler says in a small voice.
I dont wish to be escorted. I know the way, he enunciates. Tyler nods fearfully. The man who calls
himself Brioni has a foreboding, threatening stare. Tyler knows that if the man had the opportunity he
would be getting his own balls on a platter from this man. The suited man turns around and makes his
way to his destination.
Mr. Brioni, my ass, mutters Tyler under his breath. What dumb mobster would name himself after the
suit hes wearing? he whispers. Its not worth my life to find out, he thinks to himself.
When the suited man enters the small dining room, Albert stands up to meet him.Nice to see you again,
Mr. Lincoln, I mean sir, he says with a hidden sarcasm in his tone.
Sit, and cut the shit, Lincoln order, and Albert obeys immediately.
I have pulled a lot of strings, and called in a lot of favors to make this happen, Mr. Lincoln. Its not the
easiest thing to do to go against one of the most respected businessmen in the state, not to mention one of
the richest! Albert replies as he sits in his seat.
Youre getting paid for it. Im in no mood to hear you bitch about it, Lincoln says menacingly.
However, your payment will transact tomorrow after our man is freed just to ensure the end result,
Lincoln says.
Hyde is a psychopath. Revenge is clouding is his judgment. He has a big grudge against Grey, his wife
and his father.
His wife? What did the little cunt do? I assumed he was doing this to hurt Grey, Lincoln says. This may
just better serve his purpose.
Guess he tried to fuck her and it backfired on him. She kicked his balls.
Well, well... Grey got himself a loyal wife, Lincoln says contemplating. Wouldnt it be the icing on the
top to shatter his confidence in her?
I dont know Mr. Lincoln. He is murderous. If Hyde gets his hands on her, he will torture her, and then
kill her. He cant leave a witness behind with what he has in mind. Grey has the means, resources and the
motivation to find Hyde if he knows who fucked and tortured his wife.
Then you make sure nothing points to us, and Hydes own ego and rage will serve our purpose.
I dont think we even have to tell him what to do. Hes itching to get his hands on her, Albert says.
Be that as it may, I like to be in charge to ensure the desired outcome even if Hyde doesnt know that I
am. Now heres what I want you to do. There is the bail money, and the 10% in the envelope to give our

associates for their trouble for making the anonymous payment. The $500,000 is the first installment to
Hyde to ensure he does what he is set out to do. He shall never know who I am. I want both his sister and
his wife fucked, and tortured beyond repair. I want Grey to know that they suffered, and suffered greatly,
all thanks to him. Hyde needs to clean up his trail, and be swift and decisive about it. And he cant remain
in the country for obvious reasons. Because hell be the suspect number one.
Yes... Albert says with a pregnant silence. What? Lincoln snaps.Are you sure this is wise?
Wise? Dont you grow a fucking conscience on me! Call it public service, divine intervention in which
you get paid handsomely. No trail leading to you, because all transaction is handled in cash.
Yes, says Albert. Fuck! The blonde mistress tits alone are worth the trouble he was going to go
through. This small side endeavor would fund his personal project handsomely. Lets do this! he says
decidedly, and extends his hand to shake Lincolns.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own
Robert A. Heinlein
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what
you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you
bring out.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Empty Bed
Workday is long, busy and tedious. Tiring to the point of exhaustion, but I dont want to go home first
time in a long time. I sigh. Its not true. I want to go, but Im still angry.
Our problems are unresolved. Anastasia is going to move out of our bedroom. How did we manage to
fuck this marriage up so quickly? I cant take the idea of her not being with me. I cant just see her at
home and not touch her, hold her or kiss her. Im miserable. I have everything anyone would covet for.
Im rich, the way the womens stare at me tells me Im good looking enough, and to top that, I have a
beautiful wife Im in love with. What the hell is the problem?
She doesnt want you anymore; thats the problem, my subconscious reminds me. Dont I know it!
I call Gail at 5:00 p.m. knowing Anastasia isnt home yet. Hello Mr. Grey, Gail answers.
Gail, I wont be home for dinner tonight. Im working late in the office. If Mrs. Grey asks, thats where
Ill be, I say.
Yes, Mr. Grey, Gail replies. Ill inform her, sir. Anything else you wish, Mr. Grey?
Yes, tell Ana I love her! Tell her I hate this distance between us. Tell her I miss her terribly. I miss my
wife! Tell her Ive been a proud ass...
No, thank you Mrs. Jones, I say softly and hang up.
I give myself to my work for the rest of the evening. I havent called or e-mailed Anastasia all day. She
hasnt called me, e-mailed or texted me either. I couldnt go for three hours without some sort of
interaction with her. Its been nearly two days since I touched her. We worked out other problems before.
The vows, her topless showcase during our honeymoon and the subsequent punishment, the car chase,
Ana keeping her maiden name at work, the time when she broke the protocol when I was in New York
even though she said she would come home, Hydes break-in.... We worked through all those. When has
she not been challenging? Since the minute she fell through my door. She wasnt even supposed to be
there! That alone was challenge enough. Isnt that why I fell in love with her? Why cant we work
through this? She is as stubborn as I am, and I love her!
The light in my office is dim, and I work in the light of my computer. My tie loosened, my jacket
slumped behind my chair. My Blackberry vibrates on my desk, and my heart lurches. Her name on the
screen with her smiling picture both elates me and shatters my heart.
Ana, I answer the phone in a cool voice, though there are volcanoes brewing beneath it.
Hi, she says gently.I inhale softly. Hi, I greet her in a lower voice.
Are you coming home? she asks. Yes, but you wont let me touch you, and youve moved out of our
room.
Later, I reply.
Are you in the office? she asks. Does she think Im hanging out and partying with Elena?
Yes. Where did you expect me to be?

Ill let you go, she says without answering my question. But I know what shes thinking. The silence is
deafening between us. Its louder, speaks volumes of the distance weve created between each other.
Simon and Garfunkel The Sound of Silence

Goodnight, Ana, I say finally.

Goodnight, Christian, she replies. I hang up. I toss the Blackberry on my desk, and cover my face with
my hands, finally shoving my hair back in exasperation. I finally have the courage to leave for home by
midnight.
Our room and bed is empty. Cold without her. I know that shes upstairs in her former bedroom where
she moved herself to. I slowly open the door to her former room. Shes curled up beneath the duvet. I
slowly sit on the side of the bed to not to disturb her. My fingers tentatively reach out to her face. I dont
want to wake her. The simple touch of my fingers to her face is feels like stabs in my heart, hurting me. I
close my eyes in agony. My fingers slowly slide to her hair fanned on her pillow. I feel the dampness on
the pillow. She was crying. Why cant we work this out? Two stubborn people, too fucking proud to
admit were wrong. I slowly stand up from the bed, and pull a chair by the bed. I take off my silver tie I
put on this morning in hopes that she would see it, but she was gone before I came out of the bedroom. I
toss it on the floor unceremoniously. I watch her for hours sleeping, like I did the first night we spent
together when she was drunk. Why the hell do we hurt each other like this? How do we pass this
problem? Im no father material. It scares me to death. Im going to screw this kid up! Im going to be
shitty like my birth mother. But I love my wife with every fiber of my being. What do I do?
I doze off for a short time in my most uncomfortable chair. But theres no place Id
rather be than here right now. I wake up with the first lights of the day. Anastasia is still sleeping. I dont
want her to see me here. I make my way downstairs slowly, and go to our bedroom to take a shower and
get ready. Im dressed and ready to be out the door by 6:30 a.m. Mrs. Jones fixes my breakfast, and by
the time I finish the last bite, Im ready to walk out the door. Gail looks at me with pleading eyes. But,
she says nothing. Taylor is waiting by the entrance.
Ready?
Yes, sir, he replies and we leave for Boeing Field-King County Airport where Charlie Tango is. I send
her an e-mail on the way to the airport.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Portland
Date: September 15, 2011 06:45
To: Anastasia Grey
Ana, Im flying down to Portland today.I have some business to conclude with WSU.
I thought you would want to know.
Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Taylor and I get to the airport, and get into Charlie Tango. Flight checks, and after clearing with the
tower, we take off at about 7:30 a.m. from the airport to Portland. When we get to Portland its about 8:40
a.m. Taylor had a car reserved, which is waiting for us outside. We get to WSUs Farming Division to
meet with the directors and see the new crop projects they want to introduce. But Im not in my element.
My mind is pre-occupied, and I find myself asking them to repeat themselves.
I tour the facility and listen to their findings, and I give my okay to allocate funds to their new project
with the condition that they send detailed descriptions and findings on bimonthly basis to my company
for evaluation. I go to a quick lunch before taking off back to Seattle.
We are driven back to the airport where Charlie Tango is fueled and ready to take off. Just as we make
our way to the helicopter and harnessed, Taylors Blackberry rings with voice mail. He picks his phone
up.
Thats strange. I didnt hear the phone ring. Its Sawyer, he says. He opens an app up on his phone. A
red dot moves along on a map of Seattle in a rather speedy fashion.
Mrs. Greys car is on the move, he says. This is an unscheduled trip, he mutters and without listening
to Sawyers message he calls him back immediately.
Sawyer, why is Mrs. Greys vehicle on the move on an unscheduled trip? he asks in a commanding
tone, and I stop in my tracks. Is something the matter with Ana? I listen to Taylor's one way conversation.
I see, he says and looks at me with concern. Mrs. Grey is unwell, and Sawyer is taking her back to
Escala, he says to answer my unspoken question. Oh no! Im not home, and my wife is sick. Shit!
Tell him, were sitting at the tarmac, but will leave soon. We should be in Seattle in an hour. If she needs
a doctor, he should take her there. Otherwise, let her rest. Ill be home soon.
Yes, sir, he says. Sawyer, were sitting at the tarmac in Portland and well be leaving here shortly. We
are going to be in Seattle in about an hour. Take Mrs. Grey home; see if she needs any medical attention.
If not, let her rest, but keep an eye on her. Mr. Grey will be home shortly after we arrive in Seattle.
A friend should always underestimate your virtues and an enemy overestimate your faults.

Freedom
Her cell phone rings, but the number is unlisted. She doesn't like to answer calls from Anonymous
numbers, but some of the writers prefer their numbers to be unlisted to keep it from the stalking fans.
Good morning, this is Elisabeth Morgan, she answers. And my chariot arrives, says the male voice
mockingly. She freezes in her seat. Jack! When did you get out?
This morning, and I believe we have an unfinished business, Elizabeth.
Look Jack! You got your freedom. Enjoy it. This will get you into more trouble.
Oh, no you dont! We have a deal where you help me so I dont accidentally publish your spread out
cunt all over the internet, he threatens. But you already know that its not the worst of it. You were tied
up and fucked by not only one, but two men at the same time! How would that image go with dear sweet
Mrs. Morgan? You may not get a job as an editor, but Im sure the road to porn industry might open up
for you. Although I dont know how many offers you might get since youre not a spring chicken
anymore. So, DONT FUCK WITH ME Elizabeth! You do exactly what I tell you to do. I know the map
of your body, I know how hard you like your fuck, the bite of the cat, the clamps, and I know every dark
desire of your heart in bed or elsewhere. If youre a good girl now and obey, you might just experience
some of that again, he hisses like a snake. Now, you know where the black Dodge is. And if you follow
my instructions to the letter, you will get your reward, and you may not have to work under that cock
sucking, gold digging whore! How does it feel to be bossed around by the little girl you hired only a few
months ago, by the way? Hmmm? he asks.
Elisabeth and a lot of other women working at SIP resent Ana badly, and half of them wouldnt think
twice to aid in finding a way to get her flat on her face. The bitch was nearly penniless until they gave her
a job, and she goes and marries the second richest man in Seattle. Christian Grey! The man is richer than
dirt, and sexier than Greek gods.
Every girl is burning with envy at the SIP. This would serve her right.
Fine, Jack, she says grudgingly. What do I need to do?
Good girl. Well, first of all, we need to bait our trap. And Greys little sister will do just fine. Since you
work with the cockblocker, itd be best if you get Greys sister right after her gym session. They all have
a set routine.
I dont know what gym she goes to, Jack, says Elizabeth.
Dont worry, I do. Now be a good girl, and come and pick me up. I have my supplies at your apartment.
Meet me there.
Fine. Give me a few minutes. Ill have to sneak out without letting anyone know.

You look a little different, Elizabeth says to Jack when she sees him outside of her building. His hair is
cut short, earrings removed, and he looks remarkably well dressed for a man who just got out of jail and
is about to kidnap two women. Hes totally changed.

I dont wanna be seen on your buildings camera. Be a dear and get the tranquilizers. All 10 packs of it. I
have a duffel bag with some supplies, all ready to go. We will discuss the rest once you get downstairs.
You might want to get a change of black outfit. Something inconspicuous and a baseball cap. But dont
change yet. Thats for later, Jack says without wasting a word.
When Elizabeth returns with the requested supplies from her apartment, they go to the parking lot, and
uncover the black Dodge parked in a deep corner of the parking lot.
How are things at SIP? Jack asks.
Different. Changing since Grey took over. Reins are tighter, so is the security. And theres a constant
watch, a bodyguard with Ana. Its disgusting actually. What did Grey see in that scrawny bimbo? says
Elizabeth in contempt.
Jealous? asks Jack fueling her hatred.
I have worked just as hard as you did for my job, Jack! She comes and takes over your job within two
week. Well, okay, we hand it over to her, but I didnt know her husband
took over the company. And now she owns all our asses, including Roachs! Nearly all the female editors
have contempt for her. But Jack, this, this road were taking, its got no return. I dont wanna go to jail!
You wont get caught to go to jail.She will know. She can surely identify me for what you are
planning for me to do.
No, she wont. Weve talked about this before. If it had worked out the first time, and you did what you
were supposed to do, I wouldnt have gone to jail, and we would have had five million Dollars and
sipping Mojitos in the Caribbean. As it is, Ive made bail thanks to someone else who was fucked up by
Grey. You get the little sister into the car. Ill take care of her here. Then, we call the gold digger for our
payment. She gets the money, and you collect her with the money from the bank making sure she isnt
followed. If you do it right, you get the biggest payday of your life! says Jack with no intention of
sharing the payoff.
If Im going to do the majority of the footwork, I want to be in 50/50! My career and freedom are also in
line, she says.
You hold your end of the bargain, and you shall get 50/50. But I want to thank the bitch personally.
Bring her here as soon as she collects our payment, he says grinning.
Now, pull the SUV over here, says Jack. If my timing is correct, the little sister will come out in about
12 minutes. Tell her who you are, and that Ana is sick. Ill take care of the rest once she enters into the
car.
Okay, Elizabeth says nervously. How do I know what she looks like? Cant miss it. She looks an
ostrich, Jacks says.What? This is no time to joke, Jack! Im shaking here!
Long legs, big tits, dark hair cut into a bob. Like this, he says pulling out a printed picture of Mia Grey.
Elisabeth looks at the picture and swallows. She takes a deep breath and pulls the Dodge in front of the
gym. Mia emerges in her tight yoga pants and a bra top, with her gym bag slumped on her shoulder and
her iPod ear buds plugged into her ears. Elisabeth rushes to the steps to meet Mia.

Im sorry, Miss Grey? she says all flustered. Yes? Mia replies.
I apologize for coming to you here, but Im Elizabeth Morgan from SIP. Im Anas boss. Your sister-inlaw, Ana is unwell, and I guess she cant reach her husband for some reason. Weve taken her to a local
hospital; shes undergoing some tests right now. Weve no idea whats wrong with her, and the doctors
wont give me any information since Im not next of kin. She told me to fetch you before she was taken
into a test. I didnt know how to reach you. Can you please come with me? She really needs someone
with her! Elizabeth says with genuine anxiety, but all for different reason.
Oh my gosh! I better call my mom! Shes a doctor. She can meet us at the hospital.
Please do that in the car. We dont have a moment to spare! Elizabeth rushes Mia holding her elbow in
a pleading tone. Mia enters into the passenger side of the vehicle, and Elisabeth enters into the drivers
side, and immediately locks the doors turning the Dodge on. As Mia turns to toss her gym bag to the back
seat, she notices Jack.
Who are you? she asks confused.
Hello, Jack says as he snakes his arm around her neck and covers her mouth and nose with a towel
doused in chloroform, and as the fight slowly dissipates from Mias limbs, Jack stabs her with enough
dose of horse tranquilizer that could put down a horse.
Step on it! he hisses Elisabeth who watches him with gaping mouth. She manages to put the SUV in
gear with shaky hands.
Ill give you the directions, Jack says as he pulls Mias limp body to the back of the SUV. Jack directs
Elizabeth towards the industrial side of the city where there is a clump of abandoned buildings, old
factories with broken windows and graffiti over the walls. It smells musty, dust, and decay. He pulls
Mias body and slumps it over his shoulder carrying it inside the building. He lays her on a mattress
stained with dirt, body fluids, possibly blood and fecal material. It smells, but then again, the bitch wont
need it long. Shes just the bait, and bait belongs in the ocean. She wont mind at all. He ties her hands
and feet, and gags her mouth, not that she will wake up anytime soon, if she wakes up at all.
Phase One complete, he says as he walks out of the building, utterly content with himself.
Now what? asks Elizabeth.
Now, we dip the bait in the water. Smile, its payday! he says, and shows Mias cell phone. He scrolls
through the numbers, and finds Anas cell phone in the list.
The phone rings a few times, and Jack gets anxious thinking Ana might not answer the phone. That
wasnt in the plans. But she does.
Mia, comes on Anas voice brightly. Jack grins wider than he ever did. Its his paycheck speaking after
all.
Well, hello there, Ana...long time no speak.
Jack, she replies in a choked, fearful, small voice. Just the affect he was aiming for.

You do remember me, he replies in a soft tone, smiling bitterly. Yes. Of course.
Youre probably wondering why I called you.Yes, she says hesitant. She might hang up.
Dont hang up. Ive been having a chat with your little sister-in-law.
What have you done? she whisper her fear.Listen here, you prick-teasing, gold-digging whore. You
fucked up my life. Grey fucked up my life. You owe me. I have the little bitch with me now. And you,
that cock- sucker you married, and his whole fucking family are going to pay.
What do you want? Ah, the question hes been waiting for many weeks.
I want his money. I really want his fucking money. If things had been different, it could have been me.
So youre going to get it for me. I want five million dollars, today.
Jack, I dont have access to that kind of money. And, how is that my problem, Jack thinks to himself.
You have two hours to get it. Thats it...two hours. Tell no one or this little bitch gets it. Not the cops.
Not your prick of a husband. Not his security team. I will know if you do. Understand? He shouts. Shes
silent. Is it fear, or did she hang up?
You understand! he shouts forcefully.Yes, she whispers. It is indeed fear, Jacks proud of his
performance. Or I will kill her. He can hear Anas loud gasp on the phone.
Keep your phone with you. Tell no one or Ill fuck her up before I kill her. You have two hours.
Jack, I need longer. Three hours. How do I know that you have her? she asks, but he hangs up on her.
No chances to have time to think. She only has time to get the money.
Now, its Elizabeths time to perform. Time is ticking after all.

When We Two Parted

WHEN we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and
cold, Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow-- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame:I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame.
They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear;A shudder comes o'er me-- Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: Lond, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
I secret we met--I silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet thee
After long years,How should I greet thee?
With silence and tearsSea-Tac tower, this is Charlie Tango requesting permission to land.
Lord Byron
Helicopter Charlie Tango, cleared for landing at Sea-Tac airport, make approach circling left to helipad
11 arrival route 4. Remain 700 feet from the other helicopter. Please use caution wake turbulence.
Cleared to land.
Landing at helipad 11, arrival route 4. Remaining 700 feet from the helicopter, I reply and we land at
Sea-Tac. I take off the cans, and unbuckle the harness as Taylor is doing the same. His Blackberry rings
ominously as soon as he turns it on, and he looks up and answers immediately.
Sawyer! Whats up?He listens, and his face blanches, taking up a deathly color. She did what? he
shouts. Where are you?Slow down, are you running?... Driving?...Where?
What is happening? I ask my eyes blazing but I don't get a chance to get an answer. Because my
Blackberry starts buzzing.
Grey, I answer curtly.
Mr. Grey, says a monotonous voice. This is Troy Wheelan at the Pacific Northwest Bank. Mrs. Grey is
here to withdraw five million Dollars in cash, sir. This obviously... he says but I cut him.
She is doing what?
Withdrawing five millions dollars sir which is highly irregular for our bank without any prior notice, but
luckily we do hold all the cash reserves for the Pacific Northwest, he babbles on some shit proudly as
my world crumbles around me.
I dont give a flying fuck what your bank holds, or reserves. Did you just say my wife is there to
withdraw five million dollars?
Yes sir, shes currently sitting in my office. Im preparing the paperwork. But it is highly irregular as I
said, and we need to verify what assets to withdraw these funds from. My heart is beating in my ears. I

cant breathe. My wife, my love is leaving me

with five million dollars of our money. Shes going. I find myself holding onto Charlie Tango, and
Taylors eyes go wide.
Before you do anything, I want to talk to my wife, Wheelan. Put her through.
Ah, shes waiting for me to complete the paperwork.
You will complete no fucking paperwork, if I sue your bank down to its last penny. Now, put my wife on
the fucking phone, now! I shout holding the phone in front of my mouth. My hands are shaking,
everything is crumbling, and my heart is being cut into slices. Im breathing heavily. Taylor has a terrified
look on his face; totally shocked.
Anas voice comes on the phone.
Hi, she says softly.
Youre leaving me? I ask in a harrowed whisper. I have never felt the anguish, dejection, heartbreak
and torment as I do this minute. I would rather die than to hear her confirmation. But I need to know.
Please baby, dont leave me.
No! she says completely surprised at my question. Then what is she doing? But, her answer changes.
Yes, she says in a whisper. She said yes, shes leaving me.
I gasp my sob; my universe is destroyed, and I fall to my knees, lifeless, powerless. Death would be
better than this grief. I would rather die than to hear it. Did she ever love me? Even a little bit? She said
she would never leave me, and now... I buckle over my knees, my hand pulling a clump of my hair.
Ana, I... I cant finish my words. I have no words. My faculties leave me. Ill take everything I said,
every hurt I inflicted. Just... Just... Dont leave me. My choked sob finds its escape and my anguish
blankets me.
Nothing's gonna change my love for you - Glenn Medeiros

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, daw
liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,I want to eat the fleeting

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart,like a puma in the barrens of Quitratu
BOOK IV CHAPTER II

Pablo Neruda
PAIN of DEATH

My heart and my world are shattered beyond recognition with her confirmation. Why then did she say shed never leave
scheme? I want to believe that she loved me. How can I though? Im unlovable. Unworthy. I have to know why she was
me she didnt care about my money at every chance she got. Why now? The idea that she might have wanted me for mo
true. I dont want my dad or Elena to be right. I thought the love we had was sacred. What I feel for her is sacred. It will
from me was money. But I need to hear this from her even it kills me.

But why the cash? Was it always the money? I ask finally in a barely audible voice, the torment of my soul is evident i
No, comes through a teary whisper. Its me, then. I screwed it up.
Is five million enough? I ask. What is five million when I lose my soul, the love of my existence?
Yes, she whispers.

And the baby? I ask. I dont recognize my own voice. I am losing my wife, and my child. She finally saw that Im unf
argued before. Fought. Sulked for days. But we always found a way to make up. What about our baby? How can I possib
existence scared the life out of me? But I do.

Ill take care of the baby, she murmurs. She sounds like shes made up her mind, further breaking my heart, killing me
Killing me Softly Roberta Flack

Is this what you want? I ask, tormented. I have to know. I want to beg her, see a shred of hope. Please tell me no! Giv
Yes, she replies emotionless.

I think the pain of death is preferable to this one single word; because Im dying. I inhale sharply, painfully. She plunges
knife

with this one word, one confirmation. Take it all, I hiss. Ive lost her. Nothing else matters. Property, money, company
stripped me bare of my soul; no need to protect the shell.

Christian... she sobs. I feel the love in that one word, and maybe its my minds self- preservation, a wishful thinking,
there. The ache is sharp; my heart is bleeding, cut into a thousand pieces. Its for you. For your family. Please. Dont, s

Take it all, Anastasia, I choke. Love destroyed me. But, I would rather love her all my life and feel this pain, than go th
Christianshe begs. My mind is betraying me once again making me feel her love that isnt there.
Ill always love you, I declare my love in a hoarse, cracking voice, and hang up on her.
Michael Bubl Thats all

Taylor is on the phone talking to someone, but I dont care. Im collapsed on the floor next to Charlie Tango heaving, try
coming back

relentlessly, incapacitating me. I need to call the bank back and get Whelan on the phone. I will still do what Ana wants,
the money she wants from me. Everything if thats what she desires... I call the bankers direct line.
Troy Whelan speaking.

Its Christian Grey. Ive spoken to my wife, I say fighting to push the emotions back. My wife... Am I calling her by th
money. Whatever she wants.

Mr. Grey, I cant... he starts his usual shit about how this is so irregular, out of their norm. I cut him off. Today is the la

Liquidate five million of my assets. Off the top of my head: PKC, Georges, Atlantis Corps, Ferris and Umatic. A millio
Then he starts the same shit I expected him to say:
Mr. Grey, this is highly irregular. Ill have to consult with Mr. Forlines.

Im playing golf with him next week, I hiss at him. Just fucking do it Whelan. Find a way, or Ill close all the accoun
Understand? I shout my demands.

Whelan is speechless at the end of the line. Taylor is on his phone and pacing back and forth, wearing a track on the tarm
Are you absolutely sure? he bellows. The tone of his voice briefly diverts my attention.
When? He stops in his place. What time exactly? He says and checks his time; his eyes widen and he stiffens in his

Why the fuck would you wait to call this long? You fucking charge over a $1,000 an hour! If Mr. Grey doesnt fire you
switches from a furious tone to Defcon-1.

You did? I dont give a shit! Do you realize that its been four hours since he was released? Who did they release him to
widen with the response he gets. You, fucking incompetent bastard! Stop yapping! Hang on! he

says and walks towards me, his gaze somber, full of rage, looking like an uncaged predator, mirroring me. Hes put his B
conversation from whoever is on the other end of the line.
Well sort the fucking paperwork out later, I add, my attention drifting to Taylor.
Yes, Mr. Grey, says Whelan and I hung up. I rub my eyes, both hands in my hair pulling forcefully as look at Taylor.

Anas leaving me, Taylor, I mutter with agony in my voice, my soul is desolate. But I still want to go to the bank and
deserve better than a phone call from a bank manager, I think! She can give me that much. Then Ill let her go. It should
the procedure, I say.
I put my reputation on the line that she isnt leaving you! I know caddy bitches, and Mrs. Grey isnt one. This isnt her
fervor.
Shes withdrawing five million dollars. Its over... I fucked it up, I say as my entire body is trembling.

The hell its over, Mr. Grey! I need you to run with me to the SUV please, he says and continues talking full speed as h
countless people in the past. Even a blind man would know that she doesnt care about your money! Your fucking incom
Hyde is out on bail!"
"What?" I ask stopping in my tracks.
"Jack Hyde is released on bail!" he repeats.
"When?"

"Sometime this morning. Mrs. Grey withdrawing five million bucks just after the fuckers release from jail cant be a co
"Do you think he's blackmailing her with something?"

"I don't know. There's a lot of missing pieces in this story, and not everything is what it seems. It's possible. The asshole
possibly more! Ill tell you the details in the car, sir. Can we keep please keep running? We dont have a second to lose!
first time I realize that Taylor, too has lost control. Then he holds his Blackberry on his ear but I extend my hand

firmly for the phone as we run through the parking lot to get to the SUV. With fucking pleasure! he says and thrusts th
Who the hell is this? I bark, adrenaline coursing through me, giving me a shot of energy. A weak voice answers.
Its Trent Baxter, sir. Nearly three hours ago, we were informed that Mr. Hyde was released on bail.

And you call us now? I shout, my blood boiling. My wife may be in danger because of my fucking attorneys incomp

We tried to call you hour and a half ago sir, but both your phone and Taylors went to voice mail. We tried calling GEH
in Portland, and may be in mid-flight which is why we waited to call you until this time.

You said three hours, I say my voice is low and deadly as I continue to run faster than I ever did and we make it to the

minutes. Three

fucking hours! I shout to the top of my lungs. Three hours ago I was available! You were supposed to prevent this from
chance that he was to be granted bail, you were to be informed immediately, and inform me!! Ill deal with your fucking
slide into the passenger seat of the SUV. Taylor hits the gas before we close the doors.

Im sorry Mr... he says, but I hang up, cutting him off. After handing Taylor his Blackberry, I immediately dial Anastas
that I know the fucker Hyde is granted bail and like a moronic petulant adolescent I didnt speak to my wife for the last c
stand. Something is definitely off, and somehow Taylors trust in her chagrins me in the lack of trust I had in my own wi
tell me off if she really didnt want me. If Hyde is behind this, I have to find out. She said, no at first when I asked her
hearing my question was as great as mine in asking it. Then she changed her mind in a split second. Something is horrib
line as Anastasias phone rings and rings ominously, but she doesnt answer. I hang up, my insides are twisting.

I speed dial Sawyer then put the Blackberry in the cradle.Mr. Grey, Im at the bank, he answers without waiting for me
voice echoes through the speakers in the SUVs sound system. Do you see Mrs. Grey? Did you get to talk to her?

Shes just walking out with the bank manager, he says and waits. Im looking at her right now. Shes holding her fing
Were on our way to the bank! Keep her there until we get to the bank!
Taylor, ETA? I ask turning to him.Ten minutes, he says as he floors the gas.Well be there in ten minutes. Can you

She just walked back to the managers office. The manager is looking surprised by her going back to the room. He just
Mr. Grey! I have a feeling shes going to try to evade me again, sir. But, Im not leaving without her! he says with deter

Sawyer, were going to cross under the bridge, the reception may get lost. Stay with her! Well be there in a few minute
the floor as if I too have an access to the accelerator. But of course I dont. The line goes dead.
My heart is drumming in my ears. My hands are fisted, rattling the center console.
She aint in it for your money, Mr. Grey! Taylor says fervently, his gaze fixed on the road.
Maybe not... But Ive been ass.

"I really am mad at her for not coming to us if Hyde is blackmailing her! But, I can't focus on that right now. We have to
"What if she really is...leaving?" I ask, my voice low.

Mr. Grey. Lets focus on what we do know, the facts: If Mrs. Grey was in it for money, she would have taken a lot more
an unbiased perspective. Five million is pocket change for you, sir! You are worth twelve billion Dollars, for Gods sake
She said she didnt want it when I told her to take everything... I mutter.

That doesnt sound like someone who is there to take your money! I have an ominous feeling that Mrs. Grey is in immi
because fucking Hyde is out of jail on bail! We dont know the connection yet, sir. Every fiber in my being is telling me
He might be threatening her. With what? That, I don't know, he bellows.

A violent shudder goes through me as if someone walked over my grave. My breathing increases and my gaze is fixed o
Taylor hits the breaks and the tires screech and leave a long trail of skid marks as he overshoots the banks parking lot. H

parking lot as the tires drag and the vehicle tilts to left momentarily, then parks the SUV right in front of the bank. Witho
the bank. We find Sawyer arguing with the bank manager loudly.
I'm asking you one last time: Where did Mrs. Grey go? he is barking at Whelan.

If you do not remove yourself from our bank, I will have you forcefully removed, sir, Whelan is threatening Sawyer. A
towards the small cluster of two. As Taylor and I rush into the bank full speed, we come to a skidding halt and barely avo
Where is my wife? I ask Whelan.

Mr. Grey! Whelan gushes. This gentleman has been most impolite seeking the whereabouts of Mrs. Grey, he compla

Of course he does, you fucking ass! Hes her personal bodyguard! Where did Mrs. Grey go? Whelans mouth drops op
The patrons and employees alike are focused on our group, and watching us.

Mrs. Grey saw this gentleman here, and said that someone was following her, and she wanted to exit from the rear of th
employee exit, he qualifies.
Did you give her the money? Yes sir.Track the car! I order Sawyer.
Thats the thing sir. The car is immobile. Its parked right here, Sawyer lifts up his phone to show me the dot marking
I can answer that, says Whelan trying to get on my good side. Mrs. Grey left in a black Dodge SUV. A female friend
and shirt
and a baseball cap. Come to think of it, Mrs. Grey was very surprised and rather unhappy to see her there. I couldn't say
What did she look like? Come on man, speak! I shout.
Well, tall, slim, dark hair. She had nondescript clothing, all black and a baseball cap as I said, and sunglasses. But Mrs.
Elizabeth.
Fuck! Elisabeth Morgan? She didnt say the last name.

Ive got the cell phone on the move! Taylor says and shouts to the Whelan as hes heading towards the exit. Call the c
we run out to the SUV to follow the signal from Anastasias Blackberry.

Wait! shouts Whelan behind us as hes trying to catch up in rapid steps. This might be important. After Mrs. Grey we
give her a few minutes to make a phone call. Then, right before we went out from the backdoor she asked me to lend my
course and she now has my phone with her. Does it make sense to you? Because it sure doesnt to me... he says.

Of course it does! She knew her cell phone would be taken and she wanted to be found! Check for your cell phone in th
dumpster behind the bank. If it's there, we know for sure that they've kidnapped her! I shout. "If you find it, make sure
hear gasps among the female patrons and employees alike and a few of them already make their way to the back of the b
I would track her! She was leaving breadcrumbs, clues behind her so to speak. This is a life and death situation. We run o
Taylor and I jump back into the SUV and Sawyer follows us. Taylor puts his phone in the cradle. The red dot indicating
becomes my life line, symbolizing my wifes position, telling me that shes alive. Things slowly start

falling into place. Im both hopeful and terrified. Hyde attempted to kidnap, torture and fuck my wife; thats why he was

kidnapping her, Im writhing in agony in my seat with worry eating me up alive.

Lets move fucking faster, Taylor! I bellow. Taylor runs every red light, swerves, and weaves between cars, and even d
a few pedestrians before he can jump the SUV in front of a Ford Sedan. I see the red dot

coming to a halt by the old industrial part of town. Most of those buildings are abandoned, and I seriously start fearing fo
dot is ominously blinking in the same spot on the map. Did they dump her phone, or did they take her out of the car? Wh
getting the money for herself, she wouldnt be going to a fucking abandoned factory! I know shes kidnapped by Hyde. A
me apart. Its now a race between life and death! My legs are shaking; my hands are fisted repeatedly thumping like the

ETA is two minutes! Taylor warns, momentarily breaking my ominous thought. I start praying. Please let her be okay
and my

baby! Please keep her safe! I love her! I love my wife! Please... I mutter my prayers under my breath. My lips move bu
escaped tear with my knuckle. My gaze is fixed on the road, and when the edge of the peeling paint, and broken window
factories start appearing, I can hear my own heartbeat thumping in my chest with surmounted uneasiness. We are only ab
When Taylor enters into the concrete road with cracks on it, giving the SUV's shocks a workout, I finally see the black D
hear a single shot being fired, shattering my world. My heart stops; all sounds cease to exist except the loud gushing of b
No!! No!

Anaaa! I shout and I can see my agony reflected in Taylors face. The SUV comes to a screeching halt and I yank the d
direction of Anas body on the concrete ground. I hear other vehicles come rushing, tires screeching, people shouting bu
the dusty, concrete road, lying motionless. A revolver by her hand. She shot the fucking bastard! Momentary relief flood
Ana! I shout. My voice reflects the torment, and agony Im drowning in. I would harrow hell for her, but this... this is
ground, and hold her in my arms, and see her eyes close as I reach her.

ANAAA! Its the sound of mournful anguish coming out of me. I wrap my wife in my arms, and vaguely notice Taylo
hands up. I hear the sirens in the distance.

Taylor! I shout. Tayloooor! despairing. He comes running as Sawyer is pointing a gun at Jack who is writhing on the
bruises already, she's cold, her breathing shallow, barely noticeable. Hold my girl! I say.
Taylor is the only person I can trust her safety at the moment. He doesnt hesitate, and cradles Ana into his arms.

I turn in his direction with one goal in mind. I am going to kill Hyde with my bare hands. I rush in his direction. Underst
feet pressing down to his bloodied leg with one hand, and half wobbles, half runs away from me. I speed up, and leap on
a few times. I sit on top of him pressing down on his wounded leg with my knee, and land my punches on his face.

"Fuuuck!" he screams in pain and struggles beneath me while tries to knee me with his good leg."Mr. Grey! Your sister i
of the old warehouse with Mia's body is lolling in his arms. With the added sight of my sister to the picture, I totally lose
bring him up.
"You fucked with the wrong man's family! I shout with nothing but murder in my
eyes. I grab him at the nape of his neck, and pulling back my leg, I knee him in the groin repeatedly as he feebly tries to
into his chin, and hear the crack. "Fight me!" I shout. He tries to swing his punch ineffectually.
"Come on!" I taunt him. I grab his head between my hands firmly, and head butt him forcefully three times. The force if
care. Pain is

welcome. It makes me feel something again. He groans but manages to land a punch to my left side. It barely registers. I
Mr. Grey! The ambulance is here! I vaguely hear the sirens and shouts. A woman screams.

Hold your hands up! someone shouts. I ignore the warning. I land successive punches on Hydes chest; he can barely s
screaming in agony. I lift him up by his hair and punch him repeatedly until my knuckles are bloodied. I feel two people
Its enough Grey! Youll kill him! Hes unconscious already! Go tend your wife; shes

being taken to the hospital! the voice orders. My eyes are glazed with murderous rage. I struggle out of the hold of the c

keep me immobile. I punch one of them and two more takes his place trying to tackle me down. I grab the right arm of o
him using the strength of biceps and forearms. I raise my arms above my head, and twisting his arm with force of both m
through the air and lands on the ground on his back loudly. Another cop tries to subdue me by coming behind me, but us
his shoulder.

Jesus Christ, Grey! Stand down! You took Hyde down! Stop! shouts an authoritative male. I recognize the voice of De

Hands up, or well shoot! shouts another skittish cop. I dont listen. Im outside of my body; fighting with every cop w
worthless ass methodically with the precision of a well-oiled machine. I want to kill him! I see medics attending him, an
trying to prevent me from reaching him.

Detective, get your men to stand down! Keep them away from Grey! Hes distraught. Cut the man some slack! Ill take

Get him to stop Taylor! My men are only trying to subdue him so he doesnt harm anyone else! He cant take law into h
barks the detective back at him.
Do you really wanna argue that now? Remember who the victim is here, Detective! Grey doesnt have a weapon! Your
weapons! Dont force my men to shoot cops! We will if they fire one single shot on him! Get your men to stand down!
wild animal.

Stand down! Back away! Holster your weapons! I hear the detective shout. Taylor runs towards me. Cops are slowly s
getting holstered. Taylor approaches me with measured steps, his hands are up to show me he means me no harm.

Mr. Grey! Theyre taking Ana to the hospital. Please, she needs medical attention immediately! Taylor says and his wo
getting into a defensive posture. But he grapples me from behind and I realize that I start sobbing helplessly as reality sin
is leaving me.
Dont fight me Mr. Grey! Ana needs help right now! She needs you! Now! The
ambulance will leave without you if you dont come!

My wifes name is my lifeline getting me out my murderous rage. I turn and look at Taylor, my eyes clouded, my face w
Ana? I ask in a choked voice.

This way, Taylor says and he guides me quickly in the direction of one of the ambulances. Two medics are feverishly a
gurney as Taylor pushes me in.

Hes not supposed to be in here! says one of the medics. The hell, Im not! Shes my wife! I shout.Let him! I hear
eyes.

Anastasia has an oxygen mask on; her arms are hooked to an IV line, and some other fluids. Shes strapped tightly and th
body which are on a small heap on the floor and they covered her modesty with a light blue disposable sheet. Seeing her
kills me inside. I gently hold her hand, trying hard not to jostle her. Someone closes the door behind us, and sirens blarin
Broken Seether and Amy Lee
Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heardSome do it with a bitter lookSome with a flattering word

The coward does it with a kiss The brave with a sword

TAYLOR
Oscar Wilde

The shades of moods Boss had been in the last two days will cover the color spectrum from end to end. I have seen him
apathetic, bewildered, angry, joyful, jealous, lusty, happy, predatory, and even downright weird and goofy around Ana, b
a new one for him. Hes never been out of his element, and yet, he was completely preoccupied in Portland. Im just hop
Right before we leave Portland I notice that I have a missed call from Sawyer.

Thats strange. I didnt hear the phone ring. Its Sawyer, I say, and Mr. Grey is pure attention. Knowing that he had a fi
hasn't even seen his face since yesterday morning, this could be important. I immediately check the tracker on my phone
move.

Mrs. Greys car is on the move. This is an unscheduled trip, I mutter. I dont have to say that twice to make my Boss n
nest. I dial Sawyer immediately without listening to his message.
T! he says anxiously.
Sawyer, why is Mrs. Greys vehicle on the move on an unscheduled trip? I ask accusingly; my tone commanding.
I wanted to let you know Mrs. Grey is with me. Shes unwell. Im taking her back to Escala... he says.

I see, I say getting concerned. Mrs. Grey is pregnant and my insecure boss went bat- shit crazy on her couple of nights
dad, but damn, when he turns his charm on full blast like that even my knees start shaking and he could try the patience
wife, and thats his saving grace. He looks at me anxiously. Worry is written all over his face. Mrs. Grey is

unwell, and Sawyer is taking her back to Escala, I answer his questioning gaze. He tries to gather his composure, and sl
answers:

Tell him, were sitting at the tarmac, but will leave soon. We should be in Seattle in an hour. If she needs a doctor, he sh
rest. Ill be home soon. I really hope that they sort their shit out soon! I feel so uncomfortable being the middle man in t
who aren't speaking and using their friends as mediaries.

Yes, sir, I reply and convey his message to Sawyer. Mr. Grey quickly conducts his flight checks and takes off the airpo
mouth of the Airport Traffic Controller. He remains tense all through the flight. Hes a stubborn man, and I can see that h
combat against his love and desire he has for her. But, he finally manages to focus on the flight and lands us in one piece
I turn on my Blackberry first thing as soon as were on the ground, and my fucking Blackberry rings like the messenger
seeing Sawyers name on the Caller ID.
Sawyer! Whats up?

Mrs. Grey tricked me and ran away from Escala! What the hell did he just say? My blood freezes, and then runs hot im

She did what? I shout in shock. Where are you? I ask and his answer comes muffled, breathless. I cant understand e
talking in rapid fire.

Slow down, are you running?

I was. Driving?

Im in the SUV, chasing her car in streets of Seattle. Well, tracking more like it. Her vehicle is motionless. Shes parked
Where?You wont believe it! At the bank!

What is happening? Boss asks in his dont-you-dare-fuck-with-me-by-being-evasive mode. I open my mouth to answe
own. Without taking the blazing intensity of his eyes away from me he answers. His face changes suddenly to one of sho
She is doing what? he shouts, then listens to the person on the other line.
I dont give a flying fuck what your bank holds, or reserves. Did you just say my wife is there to withdraw five million
Taylor? Did you hear me? I need your instructions, Sawyer shouts.
Repeat the last thing you said! I order.

Mrs. Greys car is parked at the bank, and I just drove into the banks parking lot right now. I suspect that shes in the b
her at any of the desks here.From Mr. Greys shocked expression, I have a feeling hes got a call from the bank. This is

Sawyer! Remain on her tail. Call Ryan! I have a feeling something big is going down! Then I get another glimpse of M
seen him in before

with this intensity: pure, undiluted anguish unlike the one he had when Ana left him. This look is accompanied by betray
telling me that all is not what it seems. I never dismiss my intuition. Thats what made me a great solider. I have to rema
may save more than one life.
I have to call you back! I say and hang up on Sawyer and dial Welch.
Taylor? Where the hell have you guys been? I have been dialing you every other minute in the last hour!

Im here now! I say and see my unconquerable boss collapse on the tarmac on his knees as if begging his wife, sobbin
bring this man to his knees, to rip him apart like this in anguish? Ive seen men put through torture back in the day in the
new level in cruel and unusual punishment.
Welch! Shits hitting the fan from every direction, and I have a feeling this is just the beginning!
What is going on?

Something is happening to or about Mrs. Grey, and I cant put my finger on it yet. Gather your best man together and tr
Shes the key to all of this for now! I have a feeling we will converge at the same point... I say and I hear another incom
I look at the caller ID. The number belongs to Mr. Greys attorneys firm. What could they want now?

Welch, the fucking blood suckers are calling! I gotta get this! I repeat: I need you to gather a group of your best men, an
to her today to make her act bizarre! Check her phone records from today, and for Gods sake hurry the fuck up! I say, a
says, but I switch the line.

What? I seethe with anger, losing control.Taylor... This is Trent Baxter, one of Mr. Greys attorneys says calmly on t
on? I bark.

I wanted to inform you and Mr. Grey that Jack Hyde had been granted bail this morning, and with that declaration, all
finally something makes sense. Rage to rival my Boss spreads over me like poison in bloodstream. I could kill someone
Seattle what, about half a day, and everyone manages to fuck everything up royally! I want to make sure that I heard him
When? I ask in a menacing voice.

Sometime this morning, he replies evasively, like the fucking lawyer he is. I come to a halt on the tarmac where Ive b

Let me rephrase my question then. Clearly you do not understand me. What time exactly? I ask enunciating. He pause

The bail was granted at 8:00 a.m. but the processing of the papers took over an hour, and he was released around 9:00 a
minutes. But my sources say that it could have been as late as 10:00 a.m. I check my watch. His report is all over the pl
five or six hours! Four hours by
the worst accounts. I start pacing again, unable to find anything to hit.

Why the fuck would you wait to call this long? You fucking charge over a thousand dollars an hour! If Mr. Grey doesn
pistol, blowup is imminent. But the fucking lawyer tries to interfere.
But we did call! We tried to call both Mr. Greys phone and yours!
You did? I ask to confirm in a mocking voice.

Yes, hour and a half ago. The phone went to voice mail. Then we called the GEH, and Andrea Parker said that you guys
I dont give a shit! Do you realize that its been four hours at least since he was released?
Yes, I realize that, but we only learned about it three hours ago. Cut me a little slack! I'll cut you a slack alright! From
Who did they release him to?We dont know who provided the bail, or who he went with.
Do you have an address?

Look Taylor, everything about his release is a mystery. I will go to the courthouse and get the details. All the informatio
Hold on a second... he says having the gull to put me on hold during the biggest emergency we have!

My assistant was checking on the address and just uncovered that it was one of those mailbox addresses that appear like
nothing! My eyes widen with this mans inadequacy.
You fucking bastard! I shout.
Calm down Taylor! Well sort this out today... he says coolly. The audacity!

Stop yapping! I say with ferocity barely contained by the skin of my teeth, and walk towards my boss who looks like h
matter of a few minutes. Hang on! I hold the phone to my chest to prevent the hyena from hearing our conversation. B
the phone with and hangs

up. Then he looks at me with red rimmed, swollen, grim eyes. His appearance has all the evidence that hes been through
his soul ripped out from the roots.

Anas leaving me, Taylor, he chokes out. And in those four words, I see the man on fire, burning in his own personal h
many faults. But one of his biggest faults is that he does not trust enough to the one person he ought to trust. Because a m
too much, but he will put himself through torment like Mr. Grey is doing right now if he doesnt trust enough. He doesn
trust it, why cant he? He wants to go to the bank to hear it from Anas own lips. Hallelujah! No matter what the reason,
set my boss straight.

I put my reputation on the line that she isnt leaving you! I know caddy bitches... hell do I know them. I was married t
way.

Shes withdrawing five million dollars. Its over... I fucked it up, he says. Oh, God damn it Mr. Grey! What is five mill
Sometimes I just want to knock some fucking sense into his brilliant, but self-deprecating brain! If my ex was with Grey
also carve another large portion from his future income he would ever make. Mrs. Grey isnt a greedy brat. Ive

seen her broken over this man into thousands of irreparable pieces! Gail told me how tormented she was when he upped
Their own damned fault is that theyre both very stubborn and proud to admit their faults. Everyone in the house can see
vacation once this whole shit settles!

The hell its over, Mr. Grey! I say determined. He still fucking doesnt realize that his wifes life may be in danger. R
practically

drag him after me. I quickly explain that Hyde is on bail, and his fucking incompetent, exorbitantly expensive attorney is
kick to hell, but my only consolation is that I know my boss will be roasting him in the Grey fire momentarily. I would e
had the circumstances been different, but we are on a rescue mission right now. Ill just recall it at my leisure later on a d
them...

I cant shake the ominous feeling even after Mr. Grey chews the lawyer up. He finally understands that Mrs. Grey is in im
and using his own Blackberry when we get to the SUV, and as I put the metal to the pedal, he dials Anas number, but I c
doesnt answer. He dials

Sawyers phone and places the phone on the cradle. Sawyer's answering distressed voice echoes in the SUV's speakers. I
eyes and ears on ground zero. But Sawyer says that Mrs. Grey went back into the bank managers office. He says that sh
knowing her, she will.
Taylor, ETA? asks Mr. Grey getting me out of my reveries. When I tell him ten minutes, he relays the time to Sawyer.

If she is on the run, theres a reason. Why five million? Why not ten? Why today? Why not wait for a divorce and take h
five million since he doesnt have a pre-nuptial? There are too many red flags in this. I have profiled enemies I have not
given. She is madly in love with Christian Grey. Even if she was to break up with him, she wouldnt use this method kno
No, Im certain its the fucker Hyde threatening her with something. I dont know what it is yet, but, he will have hell to
I will do everything in my power to let him. We lose Sawyer as I speed through under the bridge. I know that hell is brew
the tormented edginess in his demeanor. He looks like hes one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, especially with h
She aint in it for you money, Mr. Grey, I blurt out, but he needs to hear this from

someone who is unbiased. But he manages to have his self-pity take over his good judgment. I try to steer his mind look
we have to save her life, we are running against the clock and there is no room for his self- deprecation today whatsoeve

from my point of view. Hallelujah!

The ride to the bank is short, and long at the same time because were both on edge. The tension runs like red hot wire th
got in our way. Mr. Grey runs out of the SUV before I can put the vehicle into park. I ran after him barely closing my do
gone from Sawyers fighting stance against the bank manager who is threatening to remove him with the security. Fuck
today?

Mr. Greys in control once again and his dont-you-dare-to-fuck-with-me demeanor is a welcome sight both by me and S
straight, he informs us that a woman named Elisabeth came to pick Mrs. Grey up with a black Dodge SUV. The only Eli
the asshole Hyde is

Elisabeth Morgan from SIP. Welchs research didnt catch that connection. Apparently Mrs. Grey wasnt expecting to see
the same page with me. Thank fuck!

I order the bank manager to call the cops as we run out of the bank to track Mrs. Greys phone. The bank manager remem
about Mrs. Grey's visit which makes me feel certain that we are dealing extortion and kidnapping.

Sawyer! Call Welch! Have him track Mrs. Gs cell phone and have him meet us there with the fucking Calvary, like yes

I put my Blackberry on the cradle to follow the red dot on the map indicating Mrs. Gs location. As long as shes the dot
that shes being harmed. The dot moves towards the coastal road around the old industrial quarters which are abandoned
druggies. I know Mrs. G wouldnt be going to that side of town by her own choice.

Lets move fucking faster, Taylor! shouts Mr. Grey, and even that tone is welcome. I break enough traffic laws to be pe
Im quite surprised that I dont see any police cars following us other than Sawyer behind us breaking just as many laws
map, the silence in the vehicle is thick, suffocating. I can see Mr. Greys breathing become heavy. Hes
unable to sit still in his seat. If the man could grow wings, he would have flown the coop already.

ETA is two minutes! I say giving him a heads up. I keep my gaze on the road, and as I reach the dilapidated warehouse
vehicles and distant sirens finally. A single gunshot is heard on the road ahead and its as if it hit Mr. Grey in the heart. T
through him like the bubonic plague. I dont ever want to see my boss this broken again. The SUV Im driving is the

first one to reach the crime scene. I hit the brake as I get close to Mrs. Grey on the ground, and for the first time we reali
only managed to injure the fucking bastard!

Anaaa! screams Mr. Grey in a grief stricken unrecognizable voice I wish never to hear again. He shoots out like an arr
sinking onto the ground to pick her up in an intimately despondent way, holding her close to his chest, rocking back and
vehicle only a few seconds after Mr. Grey with my weapon cocked and aimed. Sawyers SUV is the next one to screech
runs out in our direction also with his gun drawn. As I run near Mrs. Grey, I can see that shes beaten and roughed up and

unconscious. God damn it, Mrs. Grey! Why wouldn't you ask for help? A revolver is lying beside her hand on the concre
God damn it to hell! I shout my exasperation. I take my Blackberry out as I run. I press the three numbers.
911. Whats your emergency?
We need an ambulance or more right now! I shout and briefly explain the kidnapping and give her the location.

Then I hear Mr. Greys agonized voice again, ANAAA! like a wounded predator. Is she dying?
"Hurry the hell up, please!" I shout at the operator.
My eyes darken in anger and shift the focus of my attention on Elizabeth Morgan who is holding her hands up in the air

Fucking too late! Have a nice time in being someones bitch in jail! I shout as I forcefully cuff her hands. Then I hear m
need, trust, and desperation. Taylor! I straighten up to get to Mr. Grey but his voice comes
even more forceful.

Tayloooor! I am next to him in three seconds. Hold my girl! he says, trusting Mrs. Greys wounded body into my ar
My fucking nose burns, and some tears pool up behind my eyes which I push back. I fixate my gaze on the writhing bod
like a howler monkey. That stops the tears in their tracks. Sawyer is pointing his gun at him, and I hear more screeching
nothing but murder in his eyes, the

fucker stands up and starts skipping like a kangaroo as hes holding his bloodied leg trying to run away. Mr. Grey speeds
because his feet are off the ground, and when he lands again, hes on top of Hyde and theyre tumbling on the ground. Th
already on the ground stealthily dressed like the former Black-ops they are and scanning the buildings and the vicinity w
any additional threat. Sawyer joins them. Not two minutes later he rushes out with someone in his arms.

Mr. Grey! Your sister is here! he shouts, and that breaks something else in Mr. Grey and he becomes a relentless mach
Hyde.

Two ambulances and police vehicles finally arrive, and they bring out a gurney to secure Mrs. Grey on as her husband fi

Hold your hands up! the cops shout not knowing who the victim is. Among the group of police officers, Detective Cla
butts Hyde and continues to methodically and repeatedly punch him, the cops who have not been able to keep Hyde off t
his wifes and sisters kidnapper. It takes a football team of them to break his hold of Hyde who is by now barely holding
the medics can tend him while trying to restrain Mr. Grey. But he manages to keep his focus on Hyde like a heat seeking
are trying to hold him down. Within less than two minutes, he floors and subdues three of the cops. Other officers start d
his warning.

Its enough Grey! Youll kill him... but Mr. Grey is very close to the gurney where the medics are treating Hydes injur
urges him to go to Mrs. Grey, but Mr. Grey has completely lost himself in his fury and grief and fights off two more cop

Theres a lot of commotion and Clark isnt capable of keeping the lid on his own fucking officers! One of the younger co
Hands up or well shoot!

Welch and his men are already stealthily surrounding the group of cops who are aiming their weapons at Mr. Grey. I hav
mans way today. Itll be a cold day in hell if I let anyone shoot at him!

Detective, get your men to stand down! Keep them away from Grey! Hes distraught. Cut him some slack! Ill take him

Clark shouts some shit at me saying this is his jurisdiction and Grey cant take the law into his own hands! Its not like th
protecting the mans wife and sister! He should be the one to talk!

I point out the weapons directed at them, and if they dont stand down, and fire a single shot directed at Grey, I will orde

the ground if they leave him alone.

Finally Clark is smart enough to give the order to stand down. His ass and the rest of the cops asses would be on the line
beaten nearly to death and his sisters condition is completely unknown!
I approach Mr. Grey slowly, without making him feel like hes cornered. His eyes are wild, glazed and hes not himself.
only friend here. Its my job to protect him.

Mr. Grey! Theyre taking Ana to the hospital, coax him softly. Anas name brings him to the surface from whichever h
medical attention immediately! I say letting him feel the urgency in my tone, but also let him know that shes alive. He
and I seize him in my grip from behind. He struggles in my hold, but the fight in him is gone, and he starts sobbing.

Dont fight me Mr. Grey! I soothe him. Ana needs you... and I soothe and coax him to the ambulance where his wife
though one of the medics protest, Clark finally comes to his senses and tells them that its okay. I close the door behind h
driver know hes good to go to the hospital. I nod at Welch and once the ambulance is out of sight, they lower their weap
You were gonna shoot cops? asks Clark incredulous.

Lets put it this way. I wasnt going to let your officers to shoot an innocent man who died a thousand deaths today with
dont know

if shes going to make through the day not to mention his sister! Put your fucking priorities straight, Detective! While up
you managed to allow that fucker... I say pointing at Hyde, to nearly kill off a mans family. Greys wife is pregnant! H
him believe she was leaving him so Grey wouldnt follow her. Made her withdraw five fucking million dollars to pay for
has had more shit to deal with today than you could ever deal with, in your lifetime. Put yourself in his

place, then speak. Hyde clearly used Mr. Greys sister as a bait to lure Mrs. Grey! Do you really want fuck a man like Gr
allowing this to happen? I suggest that you and your crew clean this shit up and make sure that those scumbags never see

Welch, secure everything, and have your men escort Miss Greys ambulance. Sawyers already left after Mrs. Greys am

This is my crime scene! barks Detective Clark.Good luck with that, I say to Welch and walk to the SUV to drive to t
The first thing I do is to call Mr. Grey on the phone. This is Carrick Grey, he answers the phone.
Mr. Grey, this is Taylor. Theres been an incident sir, and I suggest you and your wife go to the hospital immediately.
What? he asks shocked and worried. I hear the leather of his chair squeak as he abruptly stands up. Is it Christian?

No. Its Miss Mia. Im assuming you relented on her security, and she was kidnapped by none other than Jack Hyde and
daughter and used her as a bait to lure Mrs. Grey for a ransom. So she in return told your son she was leaving him, withd
Mia. And now shes beaten half to death, fighting for her life! I shout. I hear an agonized gasp on the phone, but I am o
Mia to leave without her security detail, this wouldnt have happened today.
How are they? he asks in a choked voice.

I dont know sir. Mrs. Grey is beaten up, bruised, and unconscious. Her life might be in danger. Your son, I say enunci
nearly lost the

only person he ever loved. He can use a parent right about now, I say speaking way out of turn, and I want to be even m

any of that highhanded Ill give you the distance you want, shit because I too have reached my limit but I hold my tong
as long as I can the first chance I get.
Mr. Grey really needs someone who can show him that they love and care for him, sir, I say.

Which hospital Taylor?Northwest Hospital in Seattle. Ill see you there sir. Im going there myself, now. Taylor! Th
thanks me in a grief stricken voice. Yeah... I say and put the SUV in gear.

...you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - wh
- answer me - Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parte
not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am
living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?
Emily Bront
BABY, WAKE UP

My wife lies motionless, her fingertips cool. The only indication I have of her being alive is the steady beep from the hea
the city
and find its way to the hospital.

I need you baby! I want you to fight...for you, for me, for our baby, I whisper. Please Ana, I beg, and my lips trembl
cant live without you. Why didnt you come to me? Why Ana? I agonize. I love so much, baby... I need you, I utter m
I Want Love Elton John

What injuries does she have? I ask as I violently rub the streaming tears away from my face with my fisted hands. My
have never felt this helpless. Not in a very very...very long time. Not since I was four.

Were just trying to stabilize the patient, sir. The ER doctors will inform you just as soon as theyre done evaluating her
continue strapping my wife, and putting on various needles and lines into her delicate arms.

Several long minutes later, the ambulance arrives at the hospital and theres another flurry of movements as number of n
Talk to me! says a female doctor to the medics.

Level II trauma. Suspected facial or cranial fractures with no airway compromise. We have not determined if theres an
patient is pregnant. Doesn't have cardiac injuries, but possible broken ribs. Didn't have time to check the pelvic injuries,
bleeding or spinal cord injury. Extremities might have multiple fractures. No penetrating trauma, but has head injuries, a
hemorrhage. She's been unresponsive... he continues as I run after them, but they shut the door and effectively keep me
examining her.
Shes MY WIFE! I shout as I struggle with the security to enter into the room.

And well do everything to stabilize her, and keep her alive, sir. You wont be helping us if you are in the room. Let the
She needs me! I agonize.

She needs the medical attention more! says an older nurse approaching me. I know this very is difficult for you. But y
doctors do their job. They will come out and inform you of her condition just as soon as they stabilize her. Please, sit dow
from the door.
I got him! says a familiar firm voice.Come on Mr. Grey. Shell be alright. We saved her. We saved Mia, too.
Oh, Mia! Wheres Mia? I ask absently. The medics counted several injuries Ana sustained and I'm worried to death.

They took her here as well. Im sure shes in one of these rooms. Well find out soon enough. How about we fill out the
ER doctors to come to talk to you? he coaxes me.

Christian! cries out a distressed womans voice. I look up, and my mom and dad both barrel down the emergency room
embrace.
What happened? she asks in sobs.
My dad looks at her admonishingly and shakes his head. Hows Ana, and wheres Mia?

We just got here mom, and Im not allowed to be in there with my wife! I utter in a monotonous voice as shock is fina
shutting me down.
I have to find my daughter! my mother sobs getting up. I vaguely notice that she has her white doctors coat on.
Nurse! she calls one of the admitting nurses. Yes, Dr. Grey? she answers.

I need to find a patient. Mia Grey, she says her voice cracking with my sisters name. My dad goes to her and holds he

Shes been admitted a short while ago, doctor. Shes was administered large doses of Rohypnol, and some tranquilizer w
yet, the nurse says looking at her tablet. She leads them towards the desk to give them more information.

Mr. Grey? Taylor says softly. Lets finish the paperwork, sir, he says bent out of shape to keep me, to keep my mind

I cant keep my mind on the documents. Taylor starts filling them. Mr. Grey, does Mrs. Grey have any known allergies?
comprehending.Does Mrs. Grey have allergies? he repeats.
No... No she doesnt.

For the next half hour, Taylor keeps me engaged, and make every possible effort to keep my mind out of the trauma room
When a doctor finally comes out of the trauma room, I stand up and meet her. Anastasia Grey? I ask.Are you next of
Grey, I say, and she smiles.

Weve stabilized Mrs. Grey, and shes being taken into a private room. You may go and stay with her, sir. In fact Ill tak
on her wake. Taylor closely and protectively follows behind.
I enter into a large room similar to Rays current room. Shes hooked on various apparatus, and lines.
What are her injuries Doctor?

Bartley. Im Doctor Bartley. Mrs. Greys ribs are bruised, Mr. Grey and she has a hairline fracture to her skull, she say

stable and strong, she adds in response to my reaction. Im not convinced.

Why is she still unconscious, then? I ask.

Mrs. Grey has had a major contusion to her head. But her brain activity is normal, and she has no cerebral swelling. She
her some time, she reassures me. Hearing Anastasia will be okay, gives me a degree of hope. But I wont be okay if she
be okay. She wanted junior. She wanted our baby. My baby.
And the baby? I ask anguished, distraught.
The babys fine, Mr. Grey, she replies and I let out a breath I didnt know I was holding.
Oh, thank God! I praise, relieved. Oh, thank God...
My family is intact. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I have my family, my wife, my baby. Nothing
else matters... Nothing...
Nothing Else Matters - Metallica

CHAPTER III HALF OF MY HEART

I collapse in a chair by her bed. Then gently hold her hand with no attachments, and bury my face in it.
Fragile - Stevie Wonder & Sting

Ill leave you alone with her, Mr. Grey. But we will conduct additional tests to confirm her stability and progress, and o

her condition. When I look up to thank the doctor, I can only nod in response. Now that the adrenaline is running out, I
exhausted, angry, cautiously optimistic, in love, and in a punishing mood starting with my wife. And by God if she ever
spank the shit out of her! As the doctor walks out, I see Taylor by the door, his lips thinned into a tight line,
his jaw clenched, his eyes staring at the light pointedly which is a trick I have used in the past to prevent shedding tears.
angry about Anastasia.
He clears his throat. Im glad Mrs. Greys prognosis is positive, sir. Ill go talk to Sawyer and Welch and see where we

I nod. Tell Welch, I need to see him as soon as hes done with the... my voice breaks, I stop, take a breath and continue
the fucking bastard.

Yes, sir, he replies. As he opens the door to exit, Gail is standing on the other side of it, her hand held up as she gets re

I can see Taylors eyes soften, and something in him melts. His lip quivers, but he doesnt say anything. He just holds he
firmly on her forehead and holds her there for long few minutes. Wordlessly they look at each other, and she nods unders
walk away.

Gails eyes are red rimmed, and though shes impeccably dressed in her usual professional manner, she looks bewildered

Mr. Grey! I came as soon as I could. How is Mrs. Grey? she asks dabbing her eyes with a crumpled tissue in her hand.
Her prognosis is positive so far, Gail, I say with difficulty.

Oh, Mr. Grey, she says and makes her way to me in rapid steps. In an unguarded moment, she opens her arms in the ge
trying to hug, and holds back, but, I hold my hand up and gently touch her shoulder.

I know, Gail, I say nodding.Is the... is the baby okay? she asks tentatively.Yes... I say relieved. Yes, the baby is o
reflecting my sentiment.
The door to Anas room swings open forcefully as the teary eyed Katherine Kavanagh rushes in followed by my brother
What happened to her? she asks partly accusatory because only a day ago I called her looking for Anastasia when she

Kate! Elliot says admonishing, and then he comes and holds me in a bear hug. I find myself reciprocating and needing
other, I notice
that he still has his hard hat on his head, work clothes, and steel toed construction boots.

Dad called on his way here. I rushed from work and Kate from hers, he says in a choking voice. He said Mia is at the
kidnapped them and you and your men rescued them, but didnt have time to explain a whole a lot because he was rushin
happened?

"Mr. Grey, I'll leave you with your family, and come back and check on Mrs. Grey later," Gail says, and I give her a brok

My personal hell unleashed... I say in hoarse voice. And like Taylor did earlier, I find myself looking into the light to p
details are just surfacing. Im waiting for Welch to come and give the particulars of the bigger picture. But we have a gen
through my face and my hair. I swallow and then I sink back to my chair, and hold Anastasias hand, gently kissing it all
brother, holding onto him, she wipes away her tears and finally she buries her face into his chest. He tightens his embrac

wife right now as she lies in her bed silently. Oxygen is being given to her to aid her breathing in order to help her heal h
own. I caress the hand I take into my gently, kiss it once again, and cover it with my other hand. My gaze fixed on my w

I had to go to Portland for business. Right before Taylor and I flew back, we got word that Ana wasnt well, and was go
my world just fell apart. Sawyer called and said that Ana ran away from Escala. Katherine lifts her head up from Elliot
first, but then she narrows them.

I received a phone call from my bank telling me that Anastasia was withdrawing five million dollars. I thought that con

Ana would never do that! She doesnt care for your money, Grey! Kate defends her best friend.I know, I say in a sm
have more trust in her than I let myself trust. Its not a trust issue, maybe. More that Im not worthy of her.

But I didnt know what to think. I asked her if she was leaving me, and she first said, no, but a second later she said yes
unrecognizable, the

pain is fresh. My entire world was crumbling. Finally when Taylor got a phone call saying Hyde was released on bail, I
following through whatever crazy scheme she was going to follow against Hyde, but she wouldnt answer the phone. We
working with Elisabeth Morgan! I didnt know she was partners in crime with him... She worked with Anastasia every d

Elisabeth and Hyde kidnapped Mia, and we understood later that he blackmailed Ana, and thats why she was withdraw
but she didnt and broke my heart and went to meet the fuckers to pay his ransom and save Mia! Im so angry with her, w
Im extremely angry with her, myself! What the hell was she thinking? Why would she think that she could handle this
could have... she could have... says Kate unable to bring her sentence to a close, she starts crying again.
We tracked her phone to locate her. When we got there, she shot the fucker Hyde on the leg after he beat her an inch of
Elliot and Kate look at me with the identical shocked expressions.
She did what? Kate squeaks in a high pitched noise.

She shot Hyde. But by the time we arrived at the scene, Ana was unconscious with her sustained injuries, and Mia was
concrete nearly dead, Mia lulling lifeless in Sawyers arms, I lost myself and I nearly killed Hyde for what he did to them
worst nightmare come true, I say shrugging.
I see my brother go rigid, his lips thinned, his eyes darkened with malice which is a mood I have never seen him in.

Im sorry Christian! he says. Ana risked her life for our sister. Its the most courageous, and selfless thing anyone had
choking him.
Not to mention the stupidest! Kate shouts.

Shhhh! You must be quiet. Mrs. Grey is supposed to be resting, not having a convention in her room! She has been thro
bulky nurse as she closes the door behind her. Her name tag reads Nora, RN.
Im here to check her vitals, and we will take her to do some tests and scan her brain activity.
I thought the doctor said her brain function was normal, I say alarmed.

And wed like to keep it that way. Thats why she is in a hospital so we can monitor her, Mr. Grey. We must see all the c
can take necessary steps to prevent the undesired outcomes and make sure her treatment is making the progress we desir
temperature, marks her chart with inputs from the several monitors that are in the room.

If you dont mind, I will have to examine Mrs. Greys body, and I'd like to keep her modesty. She will need some privac
everyone out.

Uhm. Yeah, well visit tomorrow again. Well go and find Mia and Mom and dad, Elliot says as he tags Kate's hand an
I want to stay, I say to Nurse Nora with unblinking eyes. But Mr. Grey, she will need her privacy.
Dont worry Nurse Nora! Ive seen my wifes body before. I will remain in the room, I say.
She may not want you to see her like this; most patients dont she repeats her protest.

Im not leaving! I growl, and she begrudgingly sighs and continues her examination of my wife. She doesnt pull the s
and checks the bruising, and takes notes on her chart. When shes nearly done with her check-up, two technicians appear
questioning; worried.
We have to take Mrs. Grey for an MRI, she explains.
Why?

She has a contusion to the head and a hairline fracture as Mrs. Greys doctor told you. That must be monitored. Im sure
explain the purpose of her MRI scan to you, Mr. Grey.
How long will she be gone?
The MRI scan is about thirty minutes. Would you like the attending Physician to come and talk to you? Dr. Singh is on
Yes. I need to get more information. But, first, I want to go with my wife.

"We can't take you to the MRI room Mr. Grey. The hospital rules require us to only take the patient. Perhaps you'd like to

You said thirty minutes? I'll wait," I say and she nods at the technicians.When Anastasia is wheeled out of her room, I fo

standing at the door.Wheres Welch? I ask.He tied up the loose ends with the police and hes on his way here, sir, he

I had Welch's men pull guns on the police, sir, when you were trying to get to Hyde, and they trained their guns on you,
Will they get arrested?

I hardly think so, sir. The police and the judicial system fucked this up so much that they are going to be only more coo
down, and
how ineffective the cops were in apprehending Hyde. You dont need to worry about that. Welch got his foot so high up
shitting out nails and his expensive leather for the next two months!
What about the court and the bail?

Thats another thing. Your lawyer decided to earn his keep, and managed to drag his thousand dollars an hour ass to the
Hyde was released on confidential bail and your lawyers werent informed of it due to some convenient paperwork mixlearned about it this afternoon, Hyde had been free for six fucking hours! They were supposed to be

informed of any attempt for bail! Not after the court sees no opposition from the aggrieved party, and releases a criminal
hours of release! he says angrily.

Six hours? I say stuck in the original declaration. Rage brews anew in me. I dont know who to turn my wrath on to fir
bondsman...

Some of the information is coming to light after your lawyer finally got fire lit under him. The bail that was granted to r
attempts to post the bail anonymously but that cant be done. The confidential posting was in cash, and track of it stops a
relations, and his name so far is not released, and the bondsman has no prior knowledge of Hyde. Its a virtual dead end.
raising his eyebrows.

Yes. Its a well-orchestrated plan to get Hyde out knowing what he would do to my family, I reply seeing the malice in

Exactly! When Welch gets here... he says and Welch turns the corner to talk to the nurses station. Seeing us he makes
somber face. Speaking of the devil... says Taylor.

Im sorry for Mrs. Grey and your sister, sir, he starts. I nod.Give me the deeds!Its as you and Taylor suspected. I in
and

surveyed the crime scene. The last anyone heard from your sister or seen her was when she was at the gym. She had not
father confirms that he relented on it past few days. I worked out a deal where I or one of my men will get to listen in on
Morgan. Miss Morgan got a phone call from Hyde this morning. She swears up and down that she didnt know he was g
Blackmailed her how? I ask.

Apparently Hyde fucked her in ways that would totally ruin her reputation, and she couldnt ever get a job in a respecta
from a conservative family. Her mom is still living. She said it would kill her mother if she found out.
So, she opted on killing my family instead? I ask with fury.

It appears that he didnt give her much time to think. Apparently he forced her to cooperate before. She was the Dodge
instance. He told her that he would leak the information to the media and make it look like it was all her idea. But then m

was more than willing. Hyde promised her 12 of the take; though I have serious doubts that he would give her

anything. Its too early to speak, but I think he had all the intention to dispose of the women, sir, including Miss Morgan
What? I ask my eyes wide, my nostrils flaring, my hands run to my hair.

Its not set in stone yet, but there were horse tranquilizers enough to kill a couple of elephants, as well as makeshifts we
ocean. Your sister was given a date rape drug called Rohypnol which is illegal to manufacture, sell

or use in the United States but doctors can order it from neighboring countries for medical purposes; its available in Me
pharmacy shelf... Unless of course Hyde has had this plan in his back pocket for a while or someone provided him with
we still have to discover.

How can you be absolutely sure? Because if thats the case, I want you to find each and every person so I can personall

Heres the thing sir: Hyde was just released that morning. When did he have time to go to the doctor and convince a do
its illegal to

use it here? He didnt. Whats more, maybe you can find the pill form of the drug from a dealer. But this was an injection
given for sleep disorders in its original purpose; its a sedative and starts its effect 15-20 minutes after administration, an
than twelve hours, and this shit causes short term memory loss; thats why its an effective date-rape drug.

But theres more... We found a chloroform bottle in the SUV. It was evident that he used that first on Miss Mia to knock
the hospital so they can get a better idea what was forcefully administered to Miss Mia. The problem with that is sir; 500
danger. And breathing what was administered to your sister even for a very short period can cause dizziness. That rag he
with it. Shes very lucky that she passed out immediately because even if she was to swallow 10 ml of chloroform, it cou
syringe with a broken needle with the horse tranquilizer in it. They pulled the rest of the needle out of your sisters shoul
breaking the needle possibly in his nervous attempt to subdue Miss Mia. When that didnt work he reached for the closes

I listen to Welchs account with growing fury; my vengeance is slowly brewing inside. I want to know everything that w
harm anyone I love. When the time comes, I will exact my due with interest. They all fucked
with the wrong man!
What else? I ask completely in control, and impassive.
We also found about five-hundred thousand Dollars of cash in ten-thousand Dollar sleeves that is other than what Mrs.
that was Hydes personal stash which Miss Morgan swears up and down she had no idea about.
In fact she was quite surprised and angry to learn about it. Their forced relationship is already breaking down, and Miss
annoying parrot. Shell bring Hyde down to save her own ass

Tell my fucking lawyers that I want the fullest extent of law applied to both. I want you to locate the financier. I have m
names down, I say handing him my list. Follow each one, each lead, account their whereabouts, phone records, associ
time Hydes identity was made public. Look for patterns. And I want you to find the connection. Hyde knows me; not ju
before. He's known me, and I want to know how, where, when. I dont remember him, but I have a

feeling that Michigan is the connection. Go to Detroit and find out what that connection is. He had parents. So, it wasnt

theres something we are overlooking. I want you to find out what that is.
Yes, Mr. Grey. I will have to put things in motion in Seattle first to follow the hot leads, and I will take off to Detroit.
Good! I want to be informed of everything. Get the fucking lawyers on board, or I will fire the lot of them!
Also, your assistant Andrea called, sir, says Taylor.

What would you like to do about the press release? Apparently the reporters are camped outside of Escala, the Grey Ho
hospital ground. I have men standing all over the building to prevent anyone slipping in to take a picture or get one of th
release might alleviate part of that pressure on the hospital staff.

The idea that some paparazzi lurking around to get a shot of my wifes beaten body, or my sister in her drugged stupor is
Tell Andrea to have the PR release minimal information, but enough to take not make

it worth the paparazzis while to sneak in here. Have them coordinate with the police department to see what information
Will do, sir.Sawyer comes with a well-insulated restaurant bag. We thought you might be hungry... shrugs Taylor.
When Ana isnt brought back to her room in forty-five minutes, I start getting nervous. When I go to the
nurses station, I find Nora.
Yes, Mr. Grey, she say looking over her half-moon glasses in a no-nonsense attitude. She looks like my
third grade teacher Mr. Udanski. Their similarity is not in their appearance but their attitude. She gives
me Mr. Udanskis you look like a trouble- maker, Ive-got-my-eyes-on-you, look. If this woman had
smile muscles, theyve lost their function with limited use some time ago.
***** *****
My wife isnt back yet. You said the MRI was going to take thirty minutes. Its been forty-five minutes.
Yes, I said that. The process, scanning her brain will take about thirty minutes. I didnt tell you how long
it was going to take it for them to prep her for it. And besides, MRI lab isnt on this floor. She is taken to
the Radiology which is in the Outpatient building.
What the fuck!
Mr. Grey, do not speak to me in that tone! she says with her hands on her hips. Youre asking me the
information about Mrs. Grey's scanning which I am providing. There is no need for you to use
profanity!
Get me the fucking doctor immediately! When she looks at me with a blank expression, Now! I
shout making the other nurses turn heads, and a few of the visitors sticks their heads out of the rooms.
Nora, unfazed shakes her head, and picks up the intercom and pages the doctor. Taylor takes out the
hospital map out of his pocket and locating outpatient center runs out of the corridor to find Anastasia.
Dr. Singh shows up in a few minutes just as Im fuming with last drop in my cup.
How can I help you Mr. Grey? she asks. Her face falls when she notices my unyielding, furious

expression.
Is something the matter?
My security personnel specifically informed the hospital the circumstances which involved my wife and
sister. My wife has been taken for MRI fifty-one minutes ago. Nora here has informed me that she would
be gone thirty minutes. And now she tells

me that the Radiology is located at the Outpatient Center. I was not allowed to accompany my wife. Had I known where
that I would go along with our personal security. Im sure the hospital administration made you aware of the reporters an
hospital, and here you are allowing my wife to be transported to the Outpatient Center without any protection! Do you k
your battered and bruised body was the centerfold in a gossip magazine? Do you realize the psychological damage it cou
Mr. Grey! No such thing happened. Im sure shes taken with our regular precautions which are plenty. Yes, there is an
Center at the

hospital located in the outpatient center, but thats only for patients who are not checked into the hospital. We have anoth
Dr. Singh, nurse Nora calls.

There was a backlog of several patients for the Inpatient Imaging which is why it shows here that Mrs. Grey is taken to
informed Mr. Grey as such.

Oh, dear! Dr. Singh exclaims and rushes to the desk to grab a phone. She gets into a heated argument with someone on
This is not the protocol! I dont care how the patient is sent! ... she says pausing.

I have NOT authorized it! Do you have the patient or not? Her face blanches, and my blood rushes to my head, my bre
happening again.
When?I dial Taylor. Where are you?

On my way to the Diagnostics, he says as I hear his rapid footfalls. He must be running. I have Ryan on site, but they
about Mrs. Grey. Have the Doctor authorize it so we can make sure shes there, he says, and I hear him say something t

Dr. Singh! I shout, she looks up from the phone. One of my men is at the Outpatient Diagnostics Center. Names Rya
now!

Your man is the third person who wanted to have access to Mrs. Grey in the last hour. Thats why they locked her in aft
the security!
Do they have my wife in there or not?

Im told that they locked her in with two technicians in the MRI lab. Some other guy named Taylor is there now asking

Let Taylor in! I shout at the doctor.Taylor, are you there?Hang on a minute... he says and the voices turn into shou
on? I start breathing heavily.

Mr. Grey, the receptionist says that theres an altercation between your men, the security and couple of unnamed individ

glued to the phone, her eyes wide, unbelieving.

Where the hell is the Diagnostics? I ask. Nurse Nora gives me a detailed map and she wisely says nothing for a change
waiting outside of the doors to Anas unit looks up and sees me running, and follows.
I heard, he says tapping his ear piece. By the time we make it to the Outpatient Center, we can see the police cars and
follows two men who are handcuffed and the cops are interviewing a bloody nosed hospital security.
Taylors shirt is partially untucked, but other than that he doesnt have a scratch on
him.Ana? I ask.
Shes inside. There are nurses with her, and shes being cared for, he says, and I notice the smashed Nikon camera.
Did you check their person? Cell phone or any other item?

Yes. Theyre all in police custody, and Im sure theyll collect this as evidence. Mrs. Grey is inside the lab. They will ta
says. When he sees my expression on my face, he continues.

She was never in danger, sir. She was in the lab, being tested the entire time. The rooms are locked and the staff noticed
At least the hospital did one thing right: They warned their staff to be vigilant against paparazzi and reporters.
The hospital Director makes his way towards us nervously in quick steps.
Mr. Grey! Im sorry for this incident, sir. Weve tried to take the necessary precautions as soon as we were informed of
Do you realize that my unconscious wifes security was compromised?

We assure you sir, we will do everything in our power to ensure Mrs. Greys privacy and security- starts a woman in a
Who the hell are you?
Im Marilyn Beaumont. Im the Director of PR at the Hospital.

I dont want your assurances, promises, or your PR pitch Miss Beaumont. What I want is real security. From now on, I
room shes taken even if it is the surgery room, and I want my security team to have access to all paths, ins and outs of th
you to search every staff member who has had access to my wifes care to have their cell phone memory checked. Becau
that might even resemble her in even a kiddie paper, I swear to everything that is Holy, I will sue the shit out of this hosp
of PR and the Hospital Manager turn white as ghosts.

We are ready to move Mrs. Grey back to her room. Im sure youd want to go with her, sir, says one of the technicians
Mr. Grey, Im sorry starts Clark cutting my way. Not now, Clark! I hold my hand.
I need a statement!
Taylor cuts his path. Mr. Grey said not now, Detective. Hes accompanying his wife back to his room.
Alright. Tomorrow then! he says with a promise in his voice.

***** *****Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isnt felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting,
a longing for nothing but to long,a loneliness in the midst of people,a never feeling pleased when pleased,a passion that
Its being enslaved of your own free will; its counting your defeat a victory; its staying loyal to your killer.
But if its so self-contradictory, how can Love, when Love chooses, bring human hearts into sympathy?
Lus de Cames

Mr. Grey, your wife is doing well. Theres nothing to worry about. Her one hour stay away from her room didnt compr
being cared for on the hospital grounds.
Youll excuse me if I have a hard time believing in that statement doctor.

I understand your concern as a loved one... she says pausing. The understatement of the century: concerned as a loved

I have her scan results sent here, and I will show the findings, she says. Her laptop screen livens up as she moves her m
finds my wifes name in the list. Then she opens it.
Were looking at Mrs. Greys brain here. When a patient has a cerebral contusion, that patient has a bruise in his or her
head where she fell.
In this region shes suffered some small blood vessel leaks into the brain tissue, and our main concern was blood clots.
and we are still confirming that theres no swelling in her brain tissue and shes showing signs of progress.
What are you giving her to help aid her healing?

We are trying to help her body heal itself naturally. Because generally contusions are likely to heal on their own withou
giving her is fluids and vitamins for her and the baby, and the pain medication to manage her pain she says and my e

Dont worry Mr. Grey. Its not harmful to the baby. This is another reason we are only using the absolutely necessary m
babys well-being as well.
Thank you Doctor Singh.

This is the longest day of my life, and by far the worst. I want to leave it behind me; I want my wife back, healthy, smilin
When the doctor leaves her room, a male nurse comes and checks Anas vitals and

leave. I sink back into the chair next to Anas bed and start keeping vigil next to her. In the matter of another hour, the nu
vitals, and checks various parts of her body under the hospital gown. Then as he leaves, he says, I will turn the lights do
patient as well, sir, he says, and dims the lights after I nod. When hes gone I take the coffee Taylor brought from the lo
my Ana in the semi darkness. The only sounds in her hospital room are the ones from the machines. Ana remains in her b

motionless. Not a single toe or finger or eyelid moves. I lean in and move the hair fallen onto her face. Nurse Nora clean
was taken into her room, giving her a sponge bath. I put the coffee cup back and lean into her.

I really miss you baby... Please come back to me, I whisper. Giving her a gentle kiss, I sit back and hold her hand, plac
dont know how to express the intensity of my love for you sometimes. It is so overwhelming, it hurts. If I loved you any
under normal circumstances. And... and my greatest fear has always been was losing you. Losing you to someone else w
something Ive done in the past, or something I do to you or even to our baby.
Sleeping at Last Turning Page

And today... I say closing my eyes trying to dam the tears behind, I thought I lost you for good because I was an ass w
My greatest fear became my biggest nightmare. Just as I got a glimmer of hope... maybe, just maybe, you werent leavin
motionless, lifeless, and something in me died. My last shred of humanity vanished. You see Ana, there is no me without
not a part of my day, where youre not a part of a single hour of my life. You revived me when you met me, baby. I didn
You see baby, thats why you have to live: for me and Junior. Im ready to share you now. Just dont leave me... I say an
soaked in my tears.

Theres gentle knock on the door. I lift my head up to see who is coming in. Its my Dad. One look at my face and he kno
Jesus Christ, son! he says and makes his way towards me.

Hi, I say standing up, but he opens his arms, and holds me in a bear hug, kissing my temple. When he releases he hold
my face.

Im sorry, Christian. I really am very sorry for Ana, for Mia, for you and your mother. Seeing you, my resilient son, bro
long time. What can I do, son? Tell me. Let me do something for you and Ana. I think you are very tired, exhausted. A g
home, take a shower, and sleep a few hours. Ill wait with Ana.
Im not leaving her, I say unyielding.
Christian, you should sleep.No, Dad. I want to be here when she wakes up.

I will sit with her. Its the least I can do after she saved my daughter, he says and for the first time I fully remember tha
Hows Mia? I ask with concern.

Shes groggy... scared and angry. Itll be a few hours before the Rohypnol and the other drugs that were administered to
Christ.

I know. Im feeling seven kinds of foolish for relenting on her security. You warned me, but Mia is so stubborn. If it wa
voice breaking, as he reverentially watches Anas motionless body.

We all thought Hyde was out of the picture. And my crazy, stupid wife--- Why didnt she tell me? I lament in utter torm
approach? Was she that angry with me that she didnt want to talk to me about a life threatening danger? About Jack Hyd
Im dying with the agony of it. I could have lost her and our baby. In losing her, I would have lost me. I am strong that I
till the end of my life. How could I live with my soul in grave?
Christian, calm down. Anas a remarkable young woman. She was incredibly brave, my dad says.
Brave and headstrong and stubborn and stupid, I utter between my suffocating sobs that I try to push down.

Hey... my dad murmurs his hand in my hair. Dont be so hard on her, or yourself, son... Id better get back to your mo
Christian. You

really should try to sleep. You look beat son. This has been a day of realizations... Go to sleep, start the day fresh, he sa
I sink back in my chair, and as I hold Anastasias hand, I drift into an uneasy sleep.
***** *****

Someone turns the lights on early in the morning. I blink and try to sit up in my chair stretching. My arms and legs are so
find myself calling for Ana.

Shes right here, Mr. Grey. Ill check her vitals, empty her catheter bag, and give her a sponge bath, and then Ill be out
rounds in about two hours, says Nora as she continues with her tasks. She replaces the IV bag, checks her monitors and
Taylor comes in with breakfast for me.
Thank you Taylor, I say. He nods.

How is Mrs. Grey sir? he asks with his voice taking a hard edge. He shifts foot to foot and then clears his throat. Gail
She looks the same. But last night the doctor said she was improving. I just want her to wake up.
Ill tell em, he says, and as his hand reaches the door handle he stops. Hes struggling to say something.
Spit it out, Taylor. You helped rescue my wife and sister.

Here it goes, then... I am very angry at Mrs. Grey for pulling this shit by herself! Facing that mother fucker and his bitc
could have avoided... " he says and pauses. "...Sawyer was devastated, and angry at her and at himself for having been tr
responsible for Mrs. Grey being in the hospital.
Ill talk to Sawyer. My wife is stubborn, and mulish when it comes to her way of thinking. Anything else?

Yes. They told me to speak on their behalf. Were all very, very happy that shes well and on the mend, he says withou
know exactly how he feels. My wife has conquered the hearts and minds of all my staff. Shes managed to piss them off
same time.

Oh. Welch told me to tell you that the money recovered from the crime scene has been held as evidence, and it will be r
bank unless you
dont want him to. Theyve already fingerprinted Mrs. Greys Blackberry and it has only her fingerprints, so thats been
I was coming here, her dad called her, but I didnt answer. I thought youd like to know.

I havent told him yet, but hes a floor down from here. Do me a favor. I dont want to leave Anastasia. Go see Mr. Stee
happened, and tell him Anas in the same hospital. Im sure he would want to come and see her. I would go and talk to h
side. Apologize for me.
Yes, sir, he says and leaves.

Now comes the task of informing Anas mom. Georgia is three hours ahead of Seattle. Im sure shes already up. I take a

Hello?Hi Carla. Its Christian, I say.How nice to hear from you Christian! How are you?

Im... how am I? Devastated, aged fifteen years overnight, broken, hurt, unstable, still in love with my wife who is cur
be a dad which is scaring the shit out of me. Im okay, Carla. Start it and get over it! I remind myself.
Hows Ana?
Thats why I called you. Anas in a hospital.
What? Whats wrong with my baby?
She was kidnapped yesterday, and weve rescued her. Shes in a hospital in Seattle right now.
Oh my Lord! Im coming to Seattle! she shouts crying.

Mrs. Adams... Carla... You dont need to do that. And if Ana sees you so upset, itll make it harder for her to heal. Shes
Can I talk to her, please?

I wish you could, but Im afraid not. Shes still unconscious. Ill update you on her condition when there is something n
mend. Her body needs this downtime to rebuild.

Can you make absolutely sure that those doctors do everything in their power to heal my baby? she asks between sobs
I promise, Carla.Take care of my baby, Christian. I will.
I hear a scuffle outside Anas door, and an ornery man arguing with a nurse.
Sir, you must remain in your wheelchair! Youve been in an accident! his nurse chides.
Is my daughter behind this door or not?

Yes, she is Ray, I answer him. Bring his wheelchair in nurse. She nods repeatedly as if her off switch is broken whil
think I can look deserving of that reaction since I slept in my day old clothes and Im completely disheveled.

Taylor told me of the stupid shit she pulled! Im so damn angry with her stubborn attitude. She could have been killed!
She nearly did!
Why would she try to play the hero on her own instead of coming to you? Didnt she have any care for her life? Didnt
to her MOTHER which Im sure Ill be hearing an earful soon!

She didnt come to me... I thought she was leaving me. I didnt know it otherwise until we heard that Hyde, the man wh

Christian Im sorry! I've aged within the last thirty minutes! Ive nearly had a heart attack! Shes my only child! Shes m
branch of his nose to halt his tears. He opts for anger, because anger is easier to deal with.
Ray half raises his body off the wheel chair, and holds his right index finger to make a point.

Christian! Im so damn angry at Ana right now, if you dont take her across your knee, I sure as hell will. What the hell
surprises me. My eyes brighten for the first time since we had a fight.
Trust me, Ray, I just might do that.

Mr. Steele, you are getting your blood pressure up. How about you come and visit your daughter this evening? And bes
monitors.
Your doctors may not be very happy about it, sir, says his nurse nervously.
Alright! I dont want you to get in trouble, just as long as you get me back here tonight, Ray replies.
Keep me posted on her condition, Christian, he says in a grave voice. I will. You go take care of yourself now.
***** *****

You have some delivery here, says a bright cheerful candy striper who looks like a retired teacher. Lets see here. Thi
says and deposits pink roses. She goes back to her cart and checks, then finds more flowers and puts them on various spo

She nearly emptied her cart! They must really love her! she cheers. Have a good day! she says and someone opens t
semblance of a smile.

Mr. Grey, says Detective Clark. Taylor stands at the door with an impassive face, his feet apart, his hands clasped on h
do you want

me to throw this asshole out? I shake my head imperceptibly.I... uhm... was hoping I could speak to Mrs. Grey, he say
you-for-real look.
Detective, as you can see, my wife is in no state to answer any of your questions! I say angrily. But what Clark has in
I know I wanted to see how she was after yesterday. Shes a headstrong young woman, Mr. Grey.
I wish she killed the fucker! I respond. He smiles without disagreeing with me.

That would have meant more paperwork for me, Mr. Grey... but then again she would have done service to humankind.
What do you mean?

I had time to question his accomplice. And Miss Morgan is singing like the proverbial canary. Hydes a twisted son of a
you and your
father...
That changes my focus.
Did she say why?
She doesnt know the why, but she knows that Hyde's dislike is irrational, violent, and full blown hatred.

If the bitch already knew that, and already suspected what Hyde can and did do to my wife and sister, how could she be

shred of humanity, compassion left in herself? I hiss.

Hyde was blackmailing her. She said that she succumbed to his charms a few years ago, and he had hard core, deviant,
and recorded everything. But there's more. The kind of shit hes done to her and with her isnt the kind you want to write
was going to mail all her bondage, and multi-partner sexual acts to all the employees at SIP and distribute online for free
that she obeyed everything he ordered her to do!
Obeyed? She didnt have a mind of her own in deciding what is right and wrong? This

is not a consensual sexual act she was committing. This act directly put the lives of two women in grave danger. This wa

I know that Mr. Grey. That brings up my earlier suspicion. The one I mentioned you and Mrs. Grey in Portland. In light
are going to call his former PAs again for an interview. Hyde wont be able to talk for a while, he says as he looks at me
forward to what he has to
say. Mr. Grey, I am very glad that you didnt kill him. I would hate to take you in for involuntary
manslaughter while you were clearly so distraught.
That would still be self-defense considering he kidnapped my wife who is now unconscious, and my
sister who is barely coming to herself.
Im happy to report that shes awake, though still a bit groggy, he says and opens his notebook.
Your sister said that Elisabeth Morgan came to her after she was out of the gym and told her that Mrs.
Grey was sick at the hospital, and that she couldnt reach you, and
she needed a family member. She didnt give her time to think, or talk. She was nervous, but now she
thinks it was because of the act she was about the commit. And when she entered into Ms. Morgans
vehicle she was drugged by Hyde. She doesnt remember anything else until she woke up in the hospital.
Taylor said you two were in Portland at the time her kidnapping.
Yes.
When did you get back... he asks, and I recount the incidents up until we found Ana and Mia. Clarks
face is grim.
Once the interview is over, he extends his hand. Youre a very lucky man, Mr. Grey. You found a rare
gem in Mrs. Grey. She must really love you to put her life in danger like that, for a member of your
family. She also blocked Hydes advances towards her at SIP when Miss Morgan or his other assistants
Im betting failed. Shes been loyal to you all the way. Yes, sir. You are very lucky indeed, he says and
leaves.
What an odd thing to say... I murmur.Its his way of saying he respects Mrs. Grey, Taylor replies.
The doctor visited three times already and the nurse four. Theyve done their routine checks, and gave me
the same reassurances Ive been getting all day, but theres not a single movement from my wife which is
killing me. As I pace around the room, my gaze fixed on Anastasia, the door opens softly. My mother
sticks her head in.
Hi, Christian! May I come in?

***** *****
Of course mom, I reply.
How are you, sweetheart?
As good as can be expected under the circumstances.

I talked to Anas doctor, and read her chart on my way in, she says her eyes glinting. I am to congratulate you! You tw
Oh, mom! Ive done some terrible things! I say, my heart is tormented with the agony of what I had said to Anastasia.
What do you mean, Christian? she says her voice changing.

I freaked out when she told me she was pregnant! Instead of falling onto my knees or swinging her around the room wi
incompetence for forgetting her birth-control shot! When she started crying I asked her if she forgot to get the shot or if s
pained voice.
You didnt!"I did. I behaved horrendously!"If you apologize to her when she wakes up, she'll forgive you.

No, she wont mom. I fucked up! I walked out on her! I was so angry! You see, my wife didnt even tell me my sister w
her on her own, because I fucking wasnt talking to her! I was only communicating with her through Gail or Taylor and
What? my mother says shocked. What do you mean you werent talking? her voice takes an angry tone.
Ive done something Im not proud of and it will torment me till the day I die, because she wont forgive me for it.
What did you do? my mother asks forcefully. Mom I choke with my sobs.

Christian! What did you do? My mom demands.I was so angry. So very angry, I cant help and the dam breaks lose.
in her arm which I willingly go.

I dont remember being this angry with someone in a... I cant think of the time. ...ever, I finish. When she said she
resurfaced. All the fucking poisonous warnings everyone gave me were floating before my eyes. Dad...with the prenupti
With Elenas name my mom holds my face to look at me.

I walked out on Anastasia. I called Flynn, but he was unavailable. Then I started walking in the streets aimlessly. I foun
anyone would be there at that time of the night. There she was locking up, I say. My mother gives me an admonishing l

I had no place to go mom! No one to talk to... Even the man I pay a truckload of money to listen to me wasnt available
familiar, so we went to a bar for a drink.
You could have come to us! my mother admonishes.

I didnt want to be judged. I didnt want to be told how this could be a scheme by my wife to get my billions! Or I didn
would make when I know in reality, Im shitty, useless... I say my voice drowning.
And you thought the woman who took your innocence could provide better comfort to you than your own family?

You dont understand, mom! Youre perfect! A wingless angel! I see no fault in you... None. Then theres dad. Smart, sa
worlds problems, and mine. He has never done anything out of the norm, or abnormal. He too is perfect. I couldnt go to
and Mia is too inexperienced to

comprehend what Im feeling. I needed someone who knew my flaws and just listen to me vent. In doing so, I hurt my w
You told me youd cut all ties, my mom admonishes in a quiet voice.

I know, I said that. But, I didnt know what I was doing when I walked out on Ana. I had lost all control. I was walking
talk.
Is that all you did?

Yes! I say fervently. I love my wife madly, mom! Yes, she drives me crazy like no one can, but she loves me like no o

If you tell me that you told Elena of Anas pregnancy as if you were talking of an abomination, I am going to be as angr
private, between you and your wife; but you going to Elena, and talking about her pregnancy in a tone that is hurtful to y
mention to me. It also devalues your relationship with Ana by going to someone she truly dislikes!

I didnt tell her of the pregnancy mom... I only said Ana wants us to have a baby; even that I regret saying. I needed the
finally put it all in perspective for me. Something everyone said, but I didnt get. You know... with the child. For the first
wrong, I say hanging my head.
What she did darling... Children will do that to you. Make you look at the world in a different light.
She finally got the message... and so did I... I hurt Ana, I whisper.
We always hurt the ones we love, darling. Youll have to tell her youre sorry. And mean it and give her time.
She said she was leaving me, I sob my soul crumbling again. Did you believe her?At first, yes.

Darling, you always believe the worst of everyone, including yourself. You always have. Ana loves you very much, and
She was mad at me.
Im sure she was. Im pretty mad at you right now. I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.

I thought about it, and shes shown me over and over how much she loves me... to the point of putting her own life in d
Yes, she has, darling.

Oh, Mom, why wont she wake up? I ask in despair, tears streaming. I nearly lost her, I say as I bury my head into h

She will wake up when her body is healed enough, darling. She has no swelling which is a huge plus. Her last MRI sca
can wake up anytime. Its up to her body, she says, giving me relief.
How about Elena? If I hear you getting near her after all of this...

No, mom! I already told you, its been over for years. I only want my wifeif shell have me, I say. I dont want to ex

to Anastasia.

You will have to work hard to gain her trust back, darling. At times you will get angry, and at other times she will. Ever
do something that could potentially damage your relationship. How would it make you feel if Ana ran to a former boyfri
being with someone else in the hypothetical is enough to chill my blood.

I cant bear it, mom, I whisper. I cant think of my wife with someone else. What if she still wants to leave me? Logic
shake off the fear...

Christian! After all shes done for our family for your sake I might add, putting herself and her baby in danger, the baby
think shes done that so she can leave you? You have to stop your self-deprecation; see what we see in you. Ana, your da
you start seeing yourself through our eyes. Since you were four years old, I tried to respect the distance you put between
you couldnt tolerate a simple touch. Do you know what it means to not to be able to hold your child? Not to be able to c

him when he cried? Just a simple hug, darling... I couldnt give that to you and we had to learn to love you from a distan
four years for you to let me hold you like this... she says and tightens her embrace. I know its all been possible because
be touched. I cant imagine a life without her caress, embrace, kiss, warmth and love.
I know, Mom... Im glad we talked.
Me too, darling. Im always here. I cant believe Im going to be a grandmother, she says excitedly.

Mom leaves with another hug and kisses, and I go back to my wife, continue my bedside vigil. I hold her hand and squee

Oh, baby, please come back to me. Im sorry. Sorry for everything. Just wake up. I miss you. I love you... When nothing
broken. Past few days anguish has been a brutal teacher. Finally helped me to accept that you really love me... Me... Thi
of your love for me. If you torment and torture me, tear me to pieces, I will continue to love you as long as I

continue to be. Youre in my every thought, in the darkest corner of my soul. Youve conquered my from cell to cell; you
Come back to me...

I kiss my wife as worry and anxiety twisting my heart. Then lean my head onto her bed and arms close to reach her, I go
***** *****

I feel the sensation of someones touch in my hair. A gentle, weak caress. Its fragility startles me; I lift my head suddenl
back onto the bed. She woke up! She touched me!
Hi, she says in a weak raspy voice.

Oh, Ana, I choke. I clutch her hand, squeezing it tightly, holding it up against my two days old stubbled cheek. That si
I need to use the bathroom, she whispers.
Bathroom. Thats what she wants to do first. She has a catheter. I gape at her in shock, because all kinds of emotions are
Jeopardy
wheel, and Ive no idea which one Im going to land on. I frown and finally say, Okay.

Anastasia struggles to sit up though she is incredibly weak.

Ana, stay still. Ill call a nurse, I stand abruptly, because I dont want her to fall back to sleep and check out again. I re

Please, she begs. I need to get up. The second she opens her eyes up, my single minded wife does only what she wan
allowable for her to get up. She just needs to wait for the nurse, but of course, those simple rules do not apply to Anastas

Will you do as youre told for once? I snap, aggravated. Then the door opens, and Nora bustles in with her jet black dy

Mrs. Grey welcome back. Ill let Dr. Bartley know youre awake, she says as she makes her way to Anas bedside. M
are?
Yes. Hospital. I need to pee, she repeats her request.

You have a catheter, Nora tells her. Ana looks at me anxiously, then back to Nora. I know that look. Its the look that s
say. I do what want to do, but Nurse Nora doesnt know that yet. Shell find out.
Please. I want to get up.
Mrs. Grey, Nora protests. Good luck with that.
Please, she presses.

Ana, I warn, but my wife struggles to sit up come hell or high water. Nora finally reaches to her breaking point and giv
Let me remove your catheter. Mr. Grey I am sure Mrs. Grey would like some privacy, she says looking at me pointedl
OWN wifes bedside. Nora, youre already on my shit list from yesterday. Dont push your luck!
Im not going anywhere! I say and glare at her angrily.

Christian, please, Ana whispers as she reaches out, she holds my hand squeezes it briefly, weakly. I squeeze it back, an
She woke
up, not more than five minutes ago, and already wore me out emotionally.
Please, she begs again.

Fine! I snap and run my hand through my hair exasperated. You have two minutes, and not a second more, I warn N
forehead before leaving the room. As soon as I close the door, I look at my watch and start timing.
Two minutes to the second I burst back into the room, and theres Nora trying to help Ana out of bed.
Let me take her, I say, as I make my way to my wife.
Mr. Grey, I can manage, the nurse scolds me. Do not fuck with me today, Nora! I give her a hostile glare.
Dammit, shes my wife. Ill take her, I hiss through my gritted teeth. I move the IV stand out of my way.

Mr. Grey! she protests again, but I ignore her, and leaning down, I gently pick Ana off the bed. She wraps her arms aro

lighter than she was a few days ago wounds me deeply. I take her to the en suite bathroom while Nora pushes the IV stan

Mrs. Grey, youre too light, I mutter disapprovingly and gently set her on her feet. But she sways in her place. Her mu
and she closes her eyes tightly. Shes still standing.
Sit before you fall, I bark, while still holding her in place. She finally does. Go, she tries wave me out with a feeble
cant, not with you here, she protests.
You might fall.Mr. Grey! Nora butts in but we both ignore her.
Please, she begs again.

Fine! I cant take anymore today. I raise my hands in defeat giving in. Ill stand outside, door open, I say and take a fe
door with a fuming Nurse Nora.

Turn around, please, she asks again. Why the fuck is she feeling this way? I fucked her in all manners possible, and he
need, and she cant do it with me around. As soon as I turn around, I hear her let go. Then I hear the water running in the
Im done, she calls as shes drying her hands on the towel.

I turn and close the distance between us in a few short strides, and pick her up off the floor and hold her in my embrace a
nose in her hair.

Oh, Ive missed you, Mrs. Grey, I whisper, and Nora behind me muttering to herself silently, I take Ana back to her be
arms feel empty without her.

If youve quite finished, Mr. Grey, Id like to check over Mrs. Grey now, Nora says quite mad. I stand back to give her
Shes all yours, I reply in a more controlled tone.Nora huffs and turns her attention to Ana with a softened expression.

How do you feel? Nora asks with a lot of sympathy in her voice, and a bit of irritation. Its funny that she can accomm
Sore and thirsty. Very thirsty, Ana whispers.
Ill fetch you some water once Ive checked your vitals and Dr. Bartley has examined you.

Nora reaches for the blood pressure cuff, and wraps it around Anas upper arm. Ana looks up at me anxiously. When she
expression on my face, she looks worried. Her eyes takes an inventory of my body. My messy hair, unshaven face, well
How are you feeling? I ask ignoring Nora. I sit down on the bed, a little out of arms reach.
Confused. Achy. Hungry.Hungry? I blink in surprise. Shes hungry! Hallelujah! She nods.
What do you want to eat?Anything. Soup.Mr. Grey, youll need the doctors approval before Mrs. Grey can eat.

Woman, my wife has been nearly gone out of my life twice within the last few days. Do you think Ill deny her one requ
Blackberry out and dial Taylor.
Ana wants soup...

She does? I mean shes awake? How does chicken noodle soup sound? Good...
Ill run to Fairmont Olympic to get some then. They have the best chicken noodle soup, he replies.
Thank you.
My pleasure, sir.
I hang up and face Noras admonishing eyes on me.
Taylor? Ana asks to divert my attention. I nod.
Your blood pressure is normal, Mrs. Grey. Ill fetch the doctor, she says as she removes the cuffs and without another

I think you made Nurse Nora mad, Ana observes.I have that effect on women, I smirk. She laughs in response, and s
Yes, you do.Oh, Ana, I love to hear you laugh.

Nora comes back with a pitcher of water. Both Ana and I keep gazing at each other silently as Nora hands a glass of wat
Small sips now, she orders.

Yes, maam, Ana mutters. Now, why cant she be that easy to agree with me? My eyes are glued on her, watching inte

Mia? Ana asks after shes done drinking. Shes safe. Thanks to you.Did they have her?Yes, I reply and she frow
How did they get her?
Elisabeth Morgan, I say simply.
No!
I nod in the affirmative. She picked her up at Mias gym. Ana frowns again not comprehending the whole picture.

Ana, Ill fill you in on the details later. Mia is fine, all things considered. She was drugged. Shes groggy now and shak
harmed, I say with my jaws clenched. What you did I say falling silent, the pain coming back bathing me again, w
You could have been killed, I say, my eyes chilling with the horror of the idea. But I am angry too. Angry at her for not
me.

I didnt know what else to do, she whispers.You could have told me! I shout emphatically, my hands are fisted in my
anyone. I couldnt take that risk.

I close my eyes with the horror of what Jack had intended to do. He didnt want to release neither one of them. By harmi
harm in me, and wound me beyond repair.
I have died a thousand deaths since Thursday. What day is it?
Its almost Saturday, I say after checking my watch. You have been unconscious for over twenty-four hours.
And Jack and Elizabeth?

In police custody. Although Hyde is here under guard. They had to remove the bullet you left in him, I say bitterly. I d
fortunately, or Id probably kill him myself, I say my face darkening.

Anastasia pales. Her eyes pool with tears, and a deep shudder goes through her body. Hey, I say, my voice filled with c
her hand,
and then I gently, tenderly fold her into my arms. Youre safe now, I whisper against her hair. Her tears start rolling.

Hush, I stroke her hair as she weeps into my neck. What I said. I was never going to leave you. Hush, baby, I know
I worked it out. Eventually. Honestly, Ana, what were you thinking? My tone is strained.
You took me by surprise, she mutters into my shirt collar. When we spoke at the bank. Thinking I was leaving you. I
you over and over I would never leave.

But after the appalling way Ive behaved my voice barely audible. I tighten my arms around her again. I thought fo
No, Christian. Never. I didnt want you to interfere, and put Mias life in danger.

I sigh out all my anger, exasperation, and hurt. How did you work it out? she asks.I tuck a strand of her hair behind he
Id just touched down in Seattle when the bank called. Last Id heard, you were ill and going home.
So you were in Portland when Sawyer called from the car?We were just about to take off. I was worried about you,

Why is that such a surprise to her? I frown. Of course I was. I skirt my thumb over her bottom lip. I spend my life wo
Worrying about you, loving you, caring for you. You are the center of my universe. Youre half of my heart.
Half of my Heart John Meyer

BOOK IV CHAPTER IV
WHEN YOU WERE GONE
When you are sorrowful look again in
your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Khalil Gibran
The Cranberries - When you're Gone

Jack called me at the office, she murmurs; I stiffen immediately with his name. He gave me two hours to get the mon
leave and it just seemed the best excuse.

She gave several people a near coronary. Im still very angry about it, and shes lying in bed barely recovering. Rememb
mouth presses into a hard grim line. And you gave Sawyer the slip. Hes mad at you as well.
As well? she questions. Does she think Id be happy about it?
As well as me.

She hesitantly touches my face, running her fingers over my two days old stubble. I have missed and craved her touch fo
her fingers. I need her more than my next breath.

Dont be mad at me. Please, she whispers. Mad, doesnt even begin to cover what I feel. Raging mad, furious, pushed
I am so mad at you. What you did was monumentally stupid. Bordering on insane.
I told you, I didnt know what else to do.

You dont seem to have any regard for your personal safety. And its not just you now, I add angrily. She put our baby
In worry? Concern?
Im startled with the door opening suddenly because Im so fixated on my wife.

Good evening, Mrs. Grey. Im Dr. Bartley, the Doctor introduces herself. Anastasia takes in the young African-Americ
scrubs.

Welcome back. Im going to examine you now, she says and starts examining Anastasia thoroughly. She checks her vi

coordination by making her touch the doctors fingers, and then touching her nose while closing one eye and then the oth
When Nurse Nora comes in to help the doctor, I go to the corner of the room and call my dad, and then Anas mother.
Christian? she answers the phone anxiously.
Hi Carla! Anas awake! She squeals in delight over the phone and I have to pull it away from my ear.
Im so happy! Is she well enough to talk to me?
Im afraid not. She has just woken up and her doctor is examining her. I dont know if shes strong enough just yet, but
she gets. I just wanted to make sure that you knew.

Thank God shes awake! Thank you for letting me know Christian! Take care of my baby! she says fervently. How ar

Now that shes awake, Im a thousand times better, Carla. Thank you for asking, I say and can hear her give a sigh of r
Me, too, she confesses.

I have better let you go, Carla. Ill have to call Ray, and Kate to let them know. They too are anxiously waiting to hear a

Thank you for easing my burden Christian. Ive been worried sick, and crying over my baby. Take care of her please, s
I most definitely will, I say and we hang up. I call Kavanagh next.
Hello Christian, she answers coolly.
Kate, I called to inform you that Ana woke up.

What? When? Is she alright? What do the doctors say? Can I talk to her? When will she be discharged? Did she tell you
her? Come on!

Answer me! she speaks in rapid fire. Yep, shes is in the right line of business, but she needs to learn to wait for the ans
When you give me time to put a word edgewise, Ill answer, I say, and she snorts.

She woke up only a very short time ago, I am calling you right after calling her mother, I say and that earns me an aa

The doctor is just examining her, so I dont know what they will say about her health. You wont be able to talk to her r
examined. As for visiting, I dont know what her doctor has in store for her, or where they will take
her for tests or exams. You can certainly try, but I cant guarantee her being in her room.

Oh! Okay. Well, thank you Christian for letting me know, she says sniffing. Ill let you go back to her then. It really m
she says.
Thanks. You can let Elliot know. I still have to call her dad, I say.
Okay, she answers.

The next in line is Ray. But he doesnt answer his phone. I leave him a message letting him know that Ana is awake. My
probing her ribs; she winces in pain. I hold my breath and force myself to remain in my corner. I know the doctor is doin
are alert, and ready to stop the doctor, if necessary by force.
These are bruised, not cracked or broken. You were very lucky, Mrs. Grey. Ana scowls. I glower at the doctor.
Foolhardy, I mouth at Anastasia.

Ill prescribe some painkillers. Youll need them for this and for the headache you must have. But alls looking as it sho
sleep.

Depending on how you feel in the morning, we may let you go home. My colleague Dr. Singh will be attending you then

Thank you.

Someone knocks on the door, and I look up. Taylor enters with a black cardboard box with Fairmont Olympic emblazon

Food? Dr. Bartley asks surprised. Give my wife a break! She hasnt eaten for nearly two days!Mrs. Grey is hungry. T
question.

Dr. Bartley smiles in response. Soup will be fine, just the broth. Nothing heavy, she says looking at both of us pointedl
leave the room.

I pull the wheeled tray over to Anastasias bed, and Taylor places the box on top of it. Welcome back, Mrs. Grey, he sa
Hello, Taylor. Thank you.

Youre most welcome, maam. Taylor wants to say something else. He hesitates, unable to leave the room. He looks li
You worried us all Mrs. Grey, he murmurs, unsure of his own voice. I look at him intently. He raises his eyebrows.

Im sorry Taylor, Ana replies, chagrined. I dont want Ana to be upset, but what Taylor says confirms what I have said
Mrs. Grey. But please maam, if there ever is a next time; let us take care of the problem. We are trained to deal with it. Y
worry and fear for your well-being, he says as he glances at me. Anas eyes flicker back to me. Gail, Sawyer, and Ryan
happy youre awake, he says swallowing with a semblance of a half-smile. My wife won everyones hearts but also ear
heroics.

I unpack the box, taking out a thermos keeping the soup hot, soup bowl, side plate, a linen napkin, soup-spoon a basket o
shakers on her tray. Ana looks at her food hungrily.
This is great, Taylor, she says enthusiastically.Will that be all? he asks.Yes, thanks, I say dismissing him. I have a
Taylor, thank you, Ana adds.
Anything else I can get you, Mrs. Grey?

Anastasia glances at me eyeing my clothes. Just some clean clothes for Christian, she says. Taylor gives her a genuine
Yes, maam.I look down at my shirt, perplexed.How long have you been wearing that shirt? she asks.
Since Thursday morning, I reply, giving her a lopsided smile. Taylor leaves to fetch my clothes per my wifes request.
Taylors real pissed at you, too, I add grumpily as I unscrew the lid of the thermos to pour some creamy chicken soup
I gathered as much, she murmurs softly.

Ana closes her eyes, and inhales the aroma of the soup with steam curling on its surface. She dips her spoon and tastes it
Good? I ask, perching on the bed once again.

She nods delightfully, not sparing a word, and continues to eat as if shes been starving. Ive never seen my wife this rav
her linen napkin.

Tell me what happenedafter you realized what was going on, she demands. Remembering the pain, I feel the constri
courses through me anew. I run my hand through my hair again and shake my head. She continues spooning the soup int
The sight of it
makes me overjoyed.Oh, Ana, its good to see you eat.Im hungry. Tell me, she probes again.

I frown remembering the pain. Well, after the bank called and I thought my world had completely fallen apart... I paus
reminding me of the agony, driving the knives into the unhealed wounds of my soul. Its unbearable. She stops eating. H

Dont stop eating, or Ill stop talking, I whisper in an adamant tone. But I can barely hold an impassive face without fa
at her. She slowly dips her spoon back into her bowl, and starts eating again. My breathing slows down, my heart rate is
talking.
Anyway, shortly after you and I had finished our conversation, Taylor informed me

that Hyde had been granted bail. How, I dont know. I thought wed managed to thwart any attempt at bail. But that gave
said... and I knew something was seriously wrong.

It was never about the money, she snaps at me, an unexpected anger flaring at her face. How could you even think th
money! she nearly shouts, but she must be in pain, because she winces. My jaw drops open with the ferocity of her prof
eyes on her.
Mind your language, I growl at my wife. Calm down and eat. She just glares defiantly instead.
Ana, I warn her.

That hurt me more than anything, Christian, she whispers. Almost as much as you seeing that woman. Her face falls
what I have been feeling reflected on her face, and telling me once again what I have done wrong makes me wince as if
sudden the burden I have been carrying for the last few days starting with our fight over the pregnancy weighs me down
weary. I close my eyes for a short while, shake my head, and resigned to whats to come.

I know, I sigh. And Im sorry. More than you know. I have been burning in hell for the past couple of days, tormente
she wouldnt wake up, and I wouldnt get a chance to get myself forgiven by her. I look at my wife, my eyes are incande
your soup is still hot, I plead her in a soft voice. She picks her spoon up and continues to eat. I briefly close my eyes an
Go on, she whispers, as she takes a bite of her white bread roll.

We didnt know Mia was missing. I thought maybe he was blackmailing you or something. I called you back, but you d
message then called Sawyer. Taylor started tracking your cell. I knew you were at the bank, so we headed straight there.
I dont know how Sawyer found me. Was he tracking my cell, too? she asks.

The Saab is fitted with a tracking device. All our cars are. By the time we got near the bank, you were already on the m
starts smiling ear

to ear. Why are you smiling? I ask curiously. Is this amusing to her? On some level I knew youd be stalking me, sh
amusing because? I ask.

Jack had instructed me to get rid of my cell. So I borrowed Whelans cell, and thats the one I threw away. I put mine in

track your money, she answers.

I sigh. Our money, Ana, I correct her softly. We knew that she borrowed Whelans cell phone because he told us about
so Welch tells me. Eat, I remind her. She rips a piece of bread roll and wipes the bowl clean, then pops it into her mou
finished, she says.
Good girl, I answer.
Theres another knock on the door. Without needing an answer, Nurse Nora enters into the room, carrying a small paper
items back into the box.
Pain relief, Nora says smiling, and shows her the pill inside the cup.

Is this okay to take? You know...with the baby? she asks tentatively, eyeing me. Yes, Mrs. Grey. Its Lortabits fine
gratefully. She swallows the pill down with a sip of water.
You ought to rest, Mrs. Grey, Nurse Nora orders her, but looks at me pointedly. I nod.
Youre going? Ana exclaims, completely panicked.

I snort in a most ungentlemanly manner. If you think for one moment Im going to let you out of my sight, Mrs. Grey, y
thought I lost my wife, and then I feared she died. Ive been in purgatory in the past couple of days. Why on earth would
Nora huffs and hovers over Ana readjusting her pillows to lie her down.

Goodnight, Mrs. Grey, she says, and gives me the evil eye with her deprecatory glance and leaves the room. Her dislik
shit about it. I dont think Nurse Nora approves of me, I murmur to Anastasia.
I stand by the Anas bed. Im dead tired. I eye my chair thats been my companion in the past couple of nights.
You need to rest, too, Christian. Go home. You look exhausted, she tries to persuade me.
Im not leaving you. Ill doze in this armchair, I protest.
She scowls at me, and then shifts onto her side in the bed.
Sleep with me, then, she asks.

I frown. I want to. I really do. In fact, theres really not a thing in the world I want more than to hold my wife in my arm
halfheartedly.
Why not?I dont want to hurt you.
You wont hurt me. Please, Christian. You have an IV.

Christian. Please, she demands. How can I say no when shes like that? How can I deny her of sleeping with her when
need?

I peer at her for a moment indecisively. I am fearful of hurting her, but I need to hold her. Didnt I read somewhere that e

held?
Please, she begs again as she lifts the blanket, inviting me into the bed.

Fuck it, I say, and take off my shoes and socks and climb next to my wife. Gently, ever so delicately wrap my arms aro
head on my chest, I am finally in heaven, my burden lifted. I kiss her hair.

I dont think Nurse Nora will be very happy with this arrangement, I whisper mischievously, and somehow Im deligh
Anastasia giggles, but stops quickly. Dont make me laugh. It hurts, she complains, halfheartedly.

Oh, but I love that sound, I say forlorn, my voice low. Pain, agony laced with enormous guilt goes through me again.
apologies, kissing her hair again and again, inhaling her scent. Im sorry for everything. Sorry for fighting with you; the
We are going to be parents. Im unprepared, scared shitless, incompetent, and that every time I think about it, worry spre
because I am completely scared of the kind of father I would be. The hand Anastasia puts over my heart relaxes me and
over hers. I want to hold her tight, but I know I cant do that tonight knowing shes barely healing. But the strength I wan
touching her, or fulfill the hunger and yearning I have for her. Its to soothe the overwhelming love I have for her. I let m
my arms tonight. I have yearned, coveted, begged for this embrace. Its not just holding her person but her embracing he
disobedient angel that is my wife in her fragile body.

Pregnant silence grows between us. Each of us wanting to say something but holding back. Anastasia is the first to break
Why did you go see that woman? she asks finally. A stab in my heart. My biggest regret.
Oh, Ana, I groan in pain and penitence. You want to discuss that now? Cant we drop this? I regret it, okay? I plead
I need to know, she presses on. Anastasia is nothing if not persistent.

Ill tell you tomorrow, I mutter, completely irritated. I dont want Elena getting between us. Its a done deal, a finished
and Detective Clark wants to talk to you. Just routine. Now go to sleep, I coax her. She is silent for a moment.

I kiss her hair again, feeling her, I close my eyes. Anastasia gives out a heavy sigh. Shes thinking, and shes not done in
with it, and I want to tell her, but not now, not when I am just holding her for the first time in what feels like eternity.
Do we know why Jack was doing all this? she asks curiously.

Hmm, I murmur. I had not expected that line of questioning. Im tired, and ready to sleep with my wife. I dont want t
Later, I say yawning. My breathing slows, my chest slowly rises up and down in gentle breathing, her head on my che
want right now, because I have everything I need; love of my life in my embrace in the night fall. Inhaling the scent of h
her delicate breath caressing my chest. Her smile, laughter and giggle and the memory of her kisses are intoxicating me,
more. I finally give in to the beckoning darkness and drift into sleep.
***** *****God damn it to hell Ana! Why cant you tell me what is wrong? I ask. Her mood has
been all over the map.
Im pregnant! she spits it out. Im not shocked with the news. I still ask her, What? in horror.
Dont you want the baby?I dont know what I want! I cant be a good father! Youre having a baby with the

wrong father material. Ill end up screwing this babys life up! Im not ready to be a father... I shout my frustration.
You would make a wonderful father! she says fervently.

I wont! How the hell would you know? I feel the anger rise in me. Uncontrollable, overwhelming, incapacitating ange
Its unexpected, but I want this baby. Hes ours, she whispers.

I cant! Im not ready! I cant share you with anyone! Im the one who needs you, and you go and get pregnant! I haven
fucking year! Why would you do that to us? Why would you forget to get your birth control shot? Was it on purpose? A
No! If you dont want our baby, you dont want me! We come as a package. No baby, no Ana! she shouts.
Is that what you want?
No! Thats what you make me do! I want to have my baby!

Christian... calls a soft sultry voice. Her blonde head is clearly visible in the dark. Her blue eyes are shaded with her lo

You dont need her or the baby! You deserve me! What I have to offer. What my body can do for you... Remember? sh
I want Ana to want me!

But she doesnt want you... She only wants the baby and your money, and maybe another man who can be a daddy to h
Ethan... Dont worry, she shakes her head. You dont need a baby, Christian. You are a Dom! You are the Master of yo
who wish to submit you. Except that cunt...
Shes the one I want! I bellow.
But, she cant possibly fulfill all of your desires. Look at her! And she is pregnant... she spits in disgust.
With my child! I retort. Why do I suddenly feel the need to protect Junior?

Remember how much you loved tying me up, flogging me until my buttocks glowed with a warm shade of pink just lik
senseless? You can do that again to me I cut her off.

I dont think of you that way Elena!

What? You think she desires you? She wants the baby! says Elena pointing Anastasias growing belly.
How can she possibly fulfill all your desires like that?
Whereas I have proven to you that I can in any way fulfill your heart desires, Christian... she drones like the she-devil.

I can make you beyond happy by submitting to you at... all... times... You can gain the control back in your life. 24/7 ro
a single breath without your permission. Come, she says with a crook of her finger.
I love my wife!You love what Im offering more... come, she beckons me again.
Anas body gets heavy with the child.

Look at that! Elena says with revulsion in her voice. She is disgusting! Large...unable to accommodate you, and your
wish, she says running her hands over her barely clad body her whip in hand. She holds it and traces a line with the whi
immediately.
Dont! Dont touch me! Only Ana can!

Come on Christian! she bares her teeth like a predator. Dont you remember this? she shows me a vision of a submis
suspended, legs in

stirrups in dim light in my playroom. Look how sexy this is! Observe the breasts with those clamps providing the maxi
in your dark side...

I turn away. I no longer want that!

How about this? Can she do any of this?
The changing images of subs gagged, tied in various enticing positions, submissive, bent to receive
anything I can give, whipping, fucking, spanking, belting... I turn away.

Anastasia is all I want. Shes what I need!

What does she have to offer? she barks, and grabs my hand to hand me the whip, and her hand touches
my chest, burning me...

Dont touch me! Ever again! Only Ana can!

You want me! You need me! I made you what you are! You are me...

Youre wrong Elena. I no longer want you. I only want my wife. I love her more than life itself.

She has nothing to offer except a growing belly, she laughs, and pushes Anastasia to the cold concrete floor with the b
boots. Anas body falls onto the ground with a thud. When Ana screams in pain, my heart shatters. Elenas face changes

Do you know who I am little bird? I know who you are! He says and lifts his foot up to kick my wife already writhing
protect Anastasia. I lift my fist up and blow a punch on his side, and another one on his chin. He tries to push me away. W
left hook. I feel nothing. He lifts his leg in an effort to kick me off him. I grin with malice in my gaze. He lands a punch
in the face again. His lip splits and blood oozes out slowly dripping.
His hands grasps my biceps, a wild grin comes to his lips. The face changes back to Elena.
Thats right baby... Do it again! I know you love it! Hit me! Hurt me! Fuck me! Do
what you want with me!

I scramble away from her like Ive been hit with a bolt of lightning.
Get it through your head! I dont ever want you! No more! Ana is all I want! I scramble to my wifes side holding her

Well... croons Elena. I suppose I can always train your son, she says as she rubs the hair of a copper haired young bo

Noooo! I scream in agony. My voice is choked and silenced in my throat. My eyes opens up immediately; sweat pouri
my lungs are ready to burst. When I take in my surroundings, my heartbeats start slowing down. I look down, swallowin

Thank God! I whisper. Anas here with me, sleeping curled in my chest. Were at the hospital. I slowly get up trying no

Nurse Nora comes into the room, and she looks at me with her eyes narrowed. If shes seen me sleep with Ana in her bed
Mrs. Grey should be sleeping another couple of hours. I gave her pain meds earlier. It
puts her to sleep because shes weak, she says.
Thank you for letting me know, I say and slowly get out of the room. Taylor is waiting outside.

I need you to run me to Escala quickly Taylor. So I can clean up, I say. I brought you clothes and toiletries yesterday.
You did?
Yes, sir. You were asleep, so I left them on the chair in the corner, he says.

I get back into Anastasias room, and taking the bag, I go to the en suite bathroom. I lock the door and quickly shave, and
completely clean washing off the last three days not only dirt and grime, but also the misery, I come out of the bathroom
them back in the gym bag Taylor brought to take home. Im now dressed entirely in black; I could be mistaken as Jonny
I go back out again to meet Taylor.
Lets go grab some breakfast for Mrs. Grey, I say, and he gives me a rare genuine smile.
Yes, sir. I know just the place nearby.
Sawyer is just outside of the double doors entering into Anastasias hospital ward.

Sawyer, move down to Mrs. Greys door, and have Ryan wait at the entrance here, he orders as we exit. No entry is g
the list, and her assigned nurses and family, he reminds him of the visitation rules. You have todays staff list? he ask
Sawyer takes a list out of his pocket. Yes, T. Ive memorized the names and the faces, he replies.
Well be back in about thirty minutes, I say.

Hospitals cafeteria isnt too bad, but this place is very close, right by the hospital in fact. The food is great, and theyve
"Let's take a detour, first. I want to see my sister for a few minutes. Do you know what
room Mia's in?Yes, sir. She's one floor below, Taylor replies.

I want to stop by her room before we go pick Ana's breakfast up.There's another one of Welch's men at the entry to the

Where are her own security personnel? I ask frowning.They're all in the vicinity, sir. The blend in the ward sir, just in
into the ward avoiding our security with the pretense of hospital personnel. Good, I reply.

When I open the door Mia is dressed in her jeans, blouse, an high heeled pumps, talking to a male doctor with my mom.
Christian! she shouts excitedly.
The young doctor's eyebrows shoot up.

If you have no other questions Miss Grey and Doctor Grey, I will leave you alone with your boyfriend, he says. Smoo
That's my brother, silly! she replies her doctor playfully, and I can see the happy glint in the doctor's eyes. I scrutinize
sister was going out with Ethan Kavanagh.
Hello, darling, my mother greets me. The doctor nods.

I see. When you have rested for a few days, make an appointment with my office, and we'll check your progress, and te
any effects on your body, Miss Grey. Good day, Miss Grey, Doctor Grey, Mr. Grey, he says as he leaves the room with
sister.
Mia jumps into my arms, hugging me hard.Hi Taylor! she greets him, and to his surprise, she gives him a hug as well.
Thank you for coming to our rescue and please thank Ana for coming after me to save me from those maniacs.

I will. Are you discharged?Yes, I am. We're going home-- she says and my mother adds:Where I will make sure tha
is 30!
Oh mom! I'm okay now.

My is right. If you had not relented on your security, we would have avoided all this, because those fuckers wouldn't ge
you and Ana got hospitalized as a result, and both of you could have died!
I'm sorry Christian! I'm so sorry! she says worried as I crush her to my chest.

I've died a thousand deaths since the kidnapping. Seeing Ana cold on the concrete, and you lulling and lifeless in Sawye
collapsed, imploded, I say kissing the top of her head.

I feel awful, angry, disgusted, and guilty. I'm so sorry Christian! I'm sorry for getting rid of the security, I'm sorry for An
and mom and dad and Elliot have been through. How's Ana? Mom said that she woke up.

Yes, she did, I say with relief. She too might be going home soon. They'll probably do some tests on her and examine
How are you feeling son? my mom asks as she gives me a hug.

A thousand times better now that Ana is awake. I was just going to go and pick her breakfast. She's still sleeping, I say
a lot of bruises, and she's still extremely weak. But I thank God every minute to sparing Ana's and Mia's lives, and that th
Oh, Christian! Mia gushes, and hugs me again. I'm so glad to see you.How did they convince you to go with them
sighs.

I was so stupid. I have heard the name Elizabeth Morgan before, I think. When I came out of the gym, she came up to m
hospital and she

was unable to reach you. She said as a family member she came and found me there, and was taking me to the hospital t
give me time, because she did look anxious and worried. But now that I think about it, the anxiety was because she was
was in the hospital. I told her my mom is a doctor and that I would call her. She told me to call in SUV. So without think
turned back to toss my gym bag, I saw Hyde. I was shocked to see another person in the car. He said, 'hello' grinning, an

put a towel on my face. I'm told that it was chloroform. I don't remember the rest until I woke up at the hospital, she say

I realize that I have gone rigid in my places, my knuckles gone white because my hands are fisted so hard. Mia realizes t
down.

We're okay now Christian. Thanks to you and Taylor and Sawyer and Welch and all of your men! I'll never complain ab

Thank Anastasia! Without her, none of this would be possible. We wouldn't know you were kidnapped, and I wouldn't t
you both, I

say still rigid.I don't know how to thank her. It was brave, and selfless, and most courageous thing anyone has ever don
angel, she whispers. She must feel tired, because she sits downs on her bed, yawning.

She's still under the influence of the trace amount of tranquilizers still in her system. I had better take her home, darling

Yes, of course mom. I just wanted to make sure my sister's okay. I can't stay too long either. I don't want to leave Ana al
up. The nurse said she might sleep two more hours, but I want to be back way before than that, I explain.
I love you Christian! I'm so grateful to you, your men and most of all Ana! Mia says picking up her purse, and giving

I love you darling.I love you, mom.I will call you later to find out about Ana, my mom says, then kisses my cheek
to her surprise.
Then we leave.

When we get to the bakery; I see the modern setting, and people in line with for their breakfast orders. I order a breakfas
Her food is packed to go, and taking a seat, I eat my egg white omelet and toast and drink my coffee. By the time we get
forty four minutes since

we left. I go into Anastasias room with her food safely wrapped into a paper bag. But Anas bed is empty. I panic immed
Sawyer was at the door but he didnt say anything.
Ana! I shout for her.

Im in the bathroom, she replies sounding like she has something in her mouth. Maybe shes brushing her teeth. I hear
dried fruits, pancakes with maple syrup, bacon, orange juice, and the Twinings English breakfast tea on the tray with wh
ceases, Ana
opens the door and comes out.

Good morning, Mrs. Grey, I say happier than I felt in days. I have your breakfast, I smile with the pride of someone
ear to ear when she sees me, and climbs into her bed. I pull the tray with wheels, and reveal her breakfast. She takes her
then digs into her oatmeal. I sit down at the edge of her bed watching her in amazement. I have never seen her eat with s
appreciates her food and takes it in is so fucking sexy. I smirk, shaking my head. All this time I tried to get her eat a little
And now seeing her devour everything on her plate gives me a particular joy. And getting her eat only took knocking her
What? she asks with her mouth full of pancakes. I like to watch you eat. How are you feeling? I ask.
Better, she replies again between a spoonful of oatmeal, a bite of bacon and a forkful of pancake washed down with a

amazed.

Ive never seen you eat like this, I say to her curious gaze.She looks up at me and her face falls. Its because Im preg
I snort in response, and an ironic smile creeps up on my lips. If I knew getting you knocked up was going to make you
trying to soften the mood.
Christian Grey! she gasps, shocked at my remark. She sets the oatmeal bowl down on her tray.
Dont stop eating, I warn her.
Christian, we need to talk about this, she says softly.

I still, fear taking over again. Whats there to say? Were going to be parents, I mutter shrugging, trying to look casual
are crawling over me, suffocating. My eyes widen with fear. Anastasia pushes her tray aside, and crawls down the bed to
immediately helping me find my center, but the ever present fear is still strangling me.
Youre scared. I get it, she whispers. Does she? Shes never been in my shoes, or lived
through the horrors I have lived. She doesnt know my deficiencies. I gaze at her using all my effort to look impassive.
I am, too. Thats normal, she whispers.
What kind of a father could I possibly be? I ask in a hoarse, barely audible voice, finally voicing my fear.
Oh, Christian, she sniffles, trying to stifle a sob. One that tries his best. Thats all any of us can do.
AnaI dont know if I can...

Of course you can. Youre loving, youre fun, youre strong, youll set boundaries. Our child will want for nothing, sh

And also fucked up to the point of having nightmares about my train wreck of a past. My days or nights arent free of the
father, and fear that my child would be abused because of my fucked up parenting skills. She doesnt know the kind of n
Fear, the fresh sting of my earlier nightmare freezes me in my place; I stare at her.

Doubt is written all over my face. This is one thing I am afraid I wont be good at; something I will screw up, and it will
one person.

Yes, it would have been ideal to have waited. To have longer, just the two of us. But well be three of us, and well all g
own family. And your child will love you unconditionally, like I do, she says her eyes brimming
with tears. I dont doubt her love for me. Not anymore. Can a child, our child love me

like she does? I am unlovable yet, Ana loves me, and I nearly lost her. The emotions flood over me unbidden, fresh. But
weak state, still bruised and battered, but braver than I am, giving me hope, elating me. What have I done to deserve her?

Oh, Ana, I whisper hoarsely. Pain and anguish of her near death is still so real, so close, so overwhelming. I thought I
again. Seeing you lying on the ground, pale and cold and unconscious it was my worst fears realized. And now here yo

hope. Loving me after all that Ive done.

Yes, I do love you, Christian, desperately. I always will, she says fervently. After all I did...walking out on her, seeing
head into my hands gently, and wipe her tears away with my thumbs. I gaze into her eyes unable to hide my enormous fe
wonder of her.

I love you, too, I breathe and I do what I wanted to do for days; I kiss my wife softly and tenderly, adoring her. If she h
her? Ill try to be a good father, I whisper against her lips. Because I love my wife. I dont want to screw this up and d
care and life, and my child along with her. Theyre both mine!
Truly, Madly, Deeply Savage Garden

Youll try, and youll succeed. And lets face it; you dont have much choice in the matter, because Blip and I are not go
Blip?Blip.Why Blip? I raise my eyebrows questioning. I had the name Junior in my head.
Junior it is, then.But I like Blip, I smile shyly, and kiss my wife once again.

I love holding her in my arms, and keeping her in my embrace, but I need her to eat since she has missed quite a few me

Much as Id like to kiss you all day, your breakfast is getting cold, I murmur against

her lips, unwilling to break away from her still. Just touching her lights up all my synapses, putting me on full alert of he
like turning my libido on full blast building up pressure and torturing myself with no relief in sight. I gaze down at her w
want my wife. But, shell be off limits for a while if I can help it, so better not torture either one of us with pent up frustr

Eat, I order softly. She swallows. She wants what I want, and thats something we cant have. She crawls back into her
her way in order to avoid snagging. I pull the tray back in front of her. She starts eating her food again.
You know, she mutters after she eats a bite of her pancake, Blip might be a girl.

A girl? Oh, shit! I know what men want from girls. I run my hand through my hair in exasperation completely alarmed. I
reason I might become a pro: to protect my daughter from the predators. I am once again alarmed. A boy, a son I can talk

then again, I have Ana. She managed to get me see the light. She can do anything! I run my hand through my hair again.
alarm flash through my face, she asks.
Do you have a preference? Preference? I ask, alarmed. Boy or girl.

I frown. I dont know. Healthy will do, I say softly, still bewildered with the topic. Eat, I snap so willing to change in

Im eating, Im eating... Jeez, keep your hair on, Grey, she says watching me with scrutiny. I sit down in the armchair
Anastasia was unconscious, and pick up the Seattle Times. The reporters have been camping all over the hospital to get t
You made the papers again, Mrs. Grey, I say in a bitter tone remembering the incident with paparazzi.
Again? she asks.
The hacks are just rehashing yesterdays story, but it seems factually accurate. You want to read it? I ask.
She shakes her head. Read it to me. Im eating. I shake my head smirking.
Modern Day Bonnie and Clyde Travis Tritt
Seattle Times

Anastasia Grey, the wife of mogul Christian Grey and his sister Mia Grey were kidnapped by Jack Hyde and Elizabeth M
Hyde and Morgan were former employees of the Seattle Independent Publishing where Mrs. Grey currently works as an
Hyde and Morgan had been Mrs. Greys former bosses. In order to extract $5,000,000 from the Greys, Hyde and Morgan
kidnapped Miss Mia Grey outside of her gym and called Anastasia Grey telling her to get the five million dollars money
undisclosed location without telling anyone if she valued the life of Mia Grey. Mrs. Grey withdrew the money and went
kidnappers' orders to the letter. However, Hyde who had a personal grudge against Mrs. Grey beat her up so badly that s

unconscious, but not before she managed to shoot Hyde on the leg. Ironically, they are now both being treated in the sam

Mr. Hyde was released on bail the morning he kidnapped Mia and Anastasia Grey. He was in jail for attempted kidnappi
Mrs. Christians Greys posh Seattle apartment, Escala.

Our sources indicate that the modern day Bonnie and Clyde have been co-workers and sexual partners. Like Bonnie, the
and Hyde has the troubled past. Both excelled in school and ended up working in the same publishing company. They st
working at the SIP. The young, beautiful and nave Mrs. Grey has been described as an easy target to reach the unreacha
chink in his armor. But not as nave as they thought she is since Mrs. Grey still she managed to shoot Jack Hyde. The tw
none other than Christian Grey and his personal security detail.
The whole incident makes the rest of us wonder with concern whether the Justice

System releases dangerous criminals back into the society since the same Justice System released a criminal like Hyde w
breaking and entering into Christian Grey's home. Clearly the same offender attempted to commit the very same crime u
his release on bail. We have learned that Mr. Greys attorneys have made every effort to block any attempt to bail and un
end. The question left unanswered is then is this: Who is running our Justice System?

When I finish reading the story, Please read something else. I like listening to you, Anastasia says.

I read her a report about a booming bagel business and the fact that Boeing has had to cancel the launch of Boeing Sonic
wing-canard configuration. This is right up in Pellas alley. This aircraft was distinguished from conventional jet airliner
cruising speed of up to Mach 0.98, which is about 746 mph. I frown as I read it. Maybe I should give Pella a call. He wa
more than one person, and he accurately predicted that one of them was a woman.

Are there others after me and my family? Who financed Hyde's release? Who gave him the cash? I dont want to think a
my mind
keeps drifting back. She picks up on everything, and considering that shes not well and pregnant, I dont want to worry
When I finish reading, Ana is contemplating on something. Something is brewing in her mind. But then theres a knock
something.
One of the last people I want to see today enters into the room apologetically: Detective Clark.
Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey, he greets us. Am I interrupting? Yes, I snap at him. But he goes on ignoring my protest.
Glad to see youre awake, Mrs. Grey. I need to ask you a few questions about Thursday afternoon. Just routine. Is now
Sure, replies Ana halfheartedly.
My wife should be resting, I say acerbically.
Ill be brief, Mr. Grey. And it means Ill be out of your hair sooner rather than later.
Well, the sooner they all get out of our lives, the better. I stand and offer my chair to him, and sit next to my wife on the
her know that she can rely on me, and squeeze it reassuringly.
Mrs. Grey, we have a general idea of what happened on Thursday, and we have Miss

Morgans statement. But we need to get your account of the events. When did Hyde first contact you?

It was after lunch on Thursday. I had just come back to my desk, and my cell phone rang. My caller ID displayed Mias
and answered.
Then what happened?

To my utter shock, the caller was Jack Hyde. He immediately told me not to hang up and that hes been having a chat w
swallowing. He said... she stops takes a shuddering breath, and looks at me. He said... she stops.
What did he say Mrs. Grey? Everything you say is important in getting him prosecuted.

She nods. He said, listen to me, you prick-teasing, gold-digging whore. You and Grey fucked up my life. You owe me.
him now that that cock-sucker I married and his whole fucking family are going to pay! her voice
rising. She leans so much into me, if she could go any further we would be fused together! My eyes widen in anger, and
isnt even enough in what he put her through.
Go on Mrs. Grey... Clark coaxes her. Ana nods, takes a deep breath as another violent shudder goes through her.

I asked him what he wants. He said he wants his fucking money. If things had been different, it could have been him.
million dollars of my husband's money. I told him that I didnt have access to that kind of money. But he didnt give me
two hours to find five million Dollars! Just two hours! she says tears pooling into her eyes. "He kept emphasizing that I
not our security, not the police! He said... he said..." I hold her tighter in my arms.

"Shhh.. I got you. Detective this is upsetting my wife!"

"No, Christian, I want to get over with it, so I don't have to recall it again... Please," she looks at me with tears. My lips g

"He repeated several times to me that he would know if I let anyone know about this and once he finds out I said anythin
told me to keep my phone with me, and added, 'tell no one or I'll fuck her up before I kill her. You have two hours!' Just
on me leaving me no other choice. No time... As I left work, I told my assistant to tell Elisabeth that I was not feeling we
Elizabeth of my leaving, and she informed Jack... I didn't know!" she shudders with a sob.

"Then you went directly to the bank from work?" Detective probes with a straight face, seemingly unaffected, but I can s
emotions well.

"No. I had to go home and find something, a checkbook with my name on it, and I had to lose Sawyer because I couldn't
stiffen next to her. "It wasn't easy. But, I called Sawyer and asked him to help me upstairs, and when he when up, I left th
building, Sawyer was running after me and chasing my car. I immediately went to the bank and asked for the Bank Man
withdraw five million Dollars."
"What did the bank manager say to that?"

"Well, I forgot that my driver's license still had my maiden name, and the bank manager wanted to call Christian but I fo
it. The manager said it was unconventional to withdraw that amount of money. I didn't want Christian to know, because I
danger... I thought I was convincing with the bank manager, but it was still taking a while, and time was something I did
consequently Mia was running out of time. I didn't want her to get raped, hurt, and then killed! I didn't want her to be tor
anything to save her..." Ana says slowly, tears streaming as she recalls.

"But the manager called Christian anyway," she says her face falling. "I had to tell him I was leaving him, so he wouldn'
husband's heart just so his life wouldn't be in danger!" she utters holding onto me tightly.

"I'm sorry ma'am to have you recall all this. I'll get through my questions as quickly as I can. How did you leave the ban

"Sawyer was waiting in the bank's waiting room when I came out. So, I asked the bank manager to take me back to his o
Hyde answered. He already knew that my security followed me. He told me to go to the back

of the bank. I told the bank manager to take me out from the employee entrance in the back. Then I asked for his cell pho
Blackberry into the money bag so Christian could track his money."
"Our money!" I grunt. She rolls her eyes.

"And when we came out, I was shocked to find Elizabeth Morgan waiting. She had the black Dodge. After the money w
went back in. And Elizabeth asked for my phone and I gave her the phone I got from the bank manager. She tossed it int
dogs off the scent." I am disgusted with the callousness and disregard of Ana's and my sister's lives in

Elizabeth Morgan. I will fucking allocate unlimited amount of funds to exact my revenge on all involved parties, and ma
indefinitely.
"If you don't mind me asking ma'am, how did you think you would get away from Hyde and Miss Morgan?" Clark asks
brilliant, I mean idiotic logic behind that as well.

"I didn't have time to think, Detective. I thought I could just toss the money at Jack, and grab Mia and run..." she says na
best plan? I vibrate in anger and frustration, holding the bridge of my nose in order to hold back my headache at bay; the
because lips go into a thin nervous line.

"Then it's a good thing your husband didn't listen to you and followed you anyway. Did Miss Morgan tell you why she w

"I asked her why she was doing this, because she didn't like Jack. She didn't answer my question and just told me to keep
had some sort of hold on her, and she slammed the breaks angrily before I had a chance to put my seat belt on. At that m
whatever Jack asked her to do because he was holding something over her head, and I realized I may not be able to get a
as if she's reliving the horror of the events of
Thursday, and I along with her.

"When Elisabeth arrived at Jack's hideout, Jack came out and he looked quite different. His hair was cut short, earrings r
looked like he was ready to take off to someplace. I asked him where Mia was. He says 'first things first, bitch,' and had
confirmed with her that she threw away my cell phone. Then out of nowhere he backhanded me across the face. It was s

unprovoked, and ferocious, it knocked me to the ground. I just remember my head thudding on the concrete, and the exc
eyes with tear, and my vision got blurry immediately, and my skull was pulsing with throbbing pain. I think I screamed.
couldn't..." she sobs with her hands covering her face. I am resonating with anger and tension once more. I run my finge

But I am so furious and full of rage, I have half the mind to find Hyde and kill the fucker and end his worthless life! But
"Then I remember Jack following through with a vicious kick to my ribs. It was so hard,

it knocked my breath out of my lungs. He screamed at me saying 'that's for SIP, you fucking bitch!' All I could do was to

as he was getting ready to deliver me another kick, Elisabeth told him not to do it there in broad daylight. And that gave
shoot. I just remember hearing screeching cars, breaks, shouting, and footsteps. Then I heard Christian... I heard my husb
me... until I woke up yesterday," she finishes her statement with tears still rolling down her cheeks, holding onto me as if
"I wish you'd aimed higher," I mutter.
"Might have done womankind a service if Mrs. Grey had," Clark finally agrees with me about something.
"Thank you, Mrs. Grey. That's all for now.""You won't let him out again, will you?" Ana asks scared. "I don't think he'll
who posted his bail?" I ask."No, sir. It was confidential."

Confidential... When Welch checks through my list, I will find the fucking bastard, and I will make him or her pay for it.

As Clark is leaving Dr. Singh and two interns enter into the room to examine Ana. I wait and keep a watchful eye on my
declares that Anastasia is fit to go home. I have never felt the kind of relief I feel now.

"Mrs. Grey, you'll have to watch for worsening headaches and blurry vision. If that occurs you must return to the hospita
Anastasia nod in response, and looks delighted with the prospect of going home. As Dr. Singh is leaving I stop her. "Dr.

"Of course Mr. Grey," she says and I lead her out to the corridor leaving the door ajar behind me."How can I help you M
"Is it safe for my wife to have sex?"
She smiles in response.
"Yes Mr. Grey, it is."
"How long do you recommend her to wait before we can resume our normal sexual activities?"
"There is no danger in Mrs. Grey resuming her sexual life. She will need to take it easy for a little while; perhaps wait a
her ribs heal. But as long as she's careful and you're gentle with her, she can still have sex."
"Okay. I just want to be perfectly sure: you're giving us a green light? She can have sex?"
"Yes, Mr. Grey, that's fine," she smiles broadly. "Thank you," I say and shake her hand.
When I get back into Anastasia's room again, I'm much happier knowing I can make love to her again.

"What was that all that about?""Sex," I say with a wicked grin. She blushes. "And?" she asks."You're good to go," I smir

"I have a headache," she smirks back at me."I know. You'll be off limits for a while. I was just checking."She frowns, dis
that. I like that a lot.

Nurse Nora comes into the room, and removes Anastasia' IV. She still manages to give me her stabbing stares. I shall rem
of the few women who has managed to resist my charms. I smile after her as she leaves the room with Ana's IV stand.
"Shall I take you home?" I ask.

"I'd like to see Ray first."

"Sure," I say. This will be good. Ray will probably give her a piece of his mind.
"Does he know about the baby?"
"I thought you'd want to be the one to tell him. I haven't told your mom either."
"Thank you," she replies happily.

"My mom knows," I add. "She saw your chart. I told my dad but to no one else. Mom said couples normally wait for twe
shrugging.
"I'm not sure I'm ready to tell Ray."

"I should warn you, he's mad as hell. Said I should spank you," I tell her. "I told him I'd be only too willing to oblige." S
"You didn't!" she gasps.
I wink at her. Handing her a bag, I say, "Here, Taylor brought you some clean clothes. I'll help you dress."

As I help Ana to get dressed, I see the widespread bruises over her body, and my anger grows in leaps and bounds. Thos
and anyone involved in aiding them will pay dearly. As we leave the room, I'm extremely relieved that this ordeal is near
room, I leave the two of them

alone. The second I close the door, Ray's angry, and concerned parental voice echoes outside of his room. Anastasia prof
and tries to smooth him over. As I wait by the door, I call my parents to let them know Anastasia is being discharged. My
name on the caller ID.
"Grey," I answer.

"Mr. Grey, Welch's here. I'm on my way to Seattle; we'll be departing Detroit shortly, and I need to see you about my fin
"Can't it be done over the phone?"
"No. I'm afraid not. It's got to be face to face, sir."

"Okay. My wife is getting discharged today. I'll be taking her home soon. Tonight then. Let Taylor know the exact time y
"Will do, sir. I'll see you tonight."

I hang up. I continue to wait by Ray's door, and I would thoroughly enjoy him chewing Anastasia out for the way she be
his blood pressure up, but I am now preoccupied with the news Welch is going to deliver. He said he can't talk about it o
Ana says her goodbyes to Ray, I take her hand and we leave through the rear exit of the hospital to avoid paparazzi and r
employee entrance, and takes us to the waiting SUV.

I make a mental list of things to do to locate the bail poster, and the ways in which I can collect my due for what he did t
the miscarriage of our baby. But the concern of what Welch might have discovered in Detroit gnawing at me. Anastasia i
to calm her down. I think Carla is sobbing so hard, even Sawyer can hear her in the driver's seat whose gaze Anastasia is

I hold Anastasia's hand throughout her conversation with her mom, brushing across her knuckles with my thumb, getting
"What's wrong?" she asks as soon as she hangs up. "Welch wants to see me."
"Welch? Why?"
"He's found something out about that fucker Hyde," I snarl. "He didn't want to tell me on the phone."

"Oh.""He's coming here this afternoon from Detroit.""You think he's found a connection." I nod in response. "What do y
"I have no idea," I reply with furrowed brows, still perplexed.

First time in what seems like forever, everything is right between my wife and I. My wife and our baby are well and in m
hospital. There is still a lot of unresolved problems with the fucker Hyde, another hidden enemy who aided Hyde. But, r
where I will get to hold my wife in my arms, in our own bed and keep her safe. For everything else, there's always tomo

CHAPTER V HOMECOMING

Taylor pulls into the garage at Escala, and stopping the SUV by the elevators he drops us off to avoid the photographers
SUV. My arms still wrapped around her waist, I usher her to the waiting elevator.
Once were in the elevator, I ask, Glad to be home?

Yes, she says in a whispered tone. She looks around the elevator. Neither one of us have been home since Thursday. T
Thursday morning before Anastasia woke up. But, finally being in our home environment, having left the danger, the kid
inexorably has a breakdown. She starts shaking violently.

Hey- I say wrapping my arms around her as I pull my wife closer. Youre home. Youre safe, I whisper over and ove
danger is over. I kiss her hair.
Oh, Christian, she starts sobbing. The dam bursts and she weeps into my chest.

Hush now, I whisper, cradling her head. I nearly lost my wife, my baby, my family. The only woman who means some
bring forth the protective husband in me. Worry over her well-being, and revenge in equal measure brew inside me. Its d
and not be furious at those who inflicted this pain, the nearly irreparable damage. She continues to

weep into my chest. The elevator door dings open and I swoop her off the floor and carry my wife into the foyer. She wr
continues to sob quietly.
I take her into our bedroom and carry her into the bathroom, and seat her down to a chair. Bath? I ask.
She shakes her head No, almost violently.

Shower? I ask with increased concern and fear choking me. She nods. I turn the shower on, and Ana starts sobbing int
shower emulates her flooding emotions. Im a man who is used to being in control, used to having problems solved imm
bruised, barely back from the brink of death, having lost weight so much in a matter of couple of days, and emotionally
inside. I promised to safeguard her, protect her, care for her, and I failed.

Hey, I drone. I kneel in front of her, and gently pull her hands away from her face; cupping her tear-stained cheeks, I c
bewildered as if lost, but trying to find her focus. She blinks away her tears.
Im sorry, Christian. Just sorry for everything. For making you worry, for risking
everything...and for the things I said, she says as she cries more.

Hush, baby, please, I croon kissing her forehead. Im sorry, too. It takes two to tango, Ana, I say smiling. I never tho
thats what my mom always says. I said things and did things Im not proud of, I murmur with contrition and remorse.
soft voice. She looks at me with red rimmed wide blue eyes, and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. I

kiss her forehead again, and stand her up, and make short work of taking her clothes off. But I show particular care when
dont know how sore her head feels. I take my own clothes off lightning fast, and holding her hand, I lead my wife to the
pull Anastasia into my arms, and hold her there for a long time as the water washes down the dirt, sorrow, and problems
Holding her like this in my arms when I thought she was leaving me, and then I thought she died when I found her is bot
at the hospital that she may not wake up or recover nearly killed me with anguish. I am beyond grateful for having her in
Knowing that there are people, who mean and wish harm on me, and on the people I love without a second thought for t

millions, or trying to exact revenge constricts my heart, and gives me a fervent determination to protect those I love; fier
Heavy in Your Arms - Florence & The Machine
Anastasia cries over my chest, silently, and with heart wrenching sobs until she runs
out of tears. I hold her and kiss her head as she lets out all her fears, worries and stress
and let the water wash it off her. I rock her soothingly in a gentle rhythm, holding her
skin against skin, her cheek rubbing my chest hair. All I want to do is to protect her,
love her, and keep her safe. She finally stops crying and steps back.
Better? I ask cautiously and she nods in response.

Good. Let me look at you, I say wanting to take inventory of her injuries. She looks at me blankly but I
take her hand and examine her arm, take note of the bruises on her shoulder and cuts and scrapes at her
elbow and wrist. Each one breaks my heart. Jack Hyde beat my wife up, kicked her on the ground
because of his hatred for me, because he wanted to have her and she denied him. I kiss each and every
one of her bruises as if my kisses would make them better; heal them somehow. I take the washcloth and
shower gel from the shelf and squeeze the gel onto the washcloth, lathering it. Sweet scent of jasmine
fills our nostrils, but it doesnt make me feel calm as it would have normally done after seeing my wifes
bruised up body.
Turn around, I ask her. I start lathering her injured arm, her neck, shoulder, her back and her other arm.
When I turn her sideways, I trace her side and the large bruise where she was kicked; Anger boils in me,
ready to erupt. When my fingers reach the particular bruise darkened in a purple and blue shade, she
winces immediately with pain. I can see that the bruise is deep, extending into her muscles and ribs. I
close my

eyes as if Im the one who is pained, and my lips turn into a thin line. Air hisses through my teeth. Anger is the least of w

It doesnt hurt, she murmurs to placate me, but I have a hard time believing it. Shes trying to soothe me. I have this m
every effort to kidnap my wife, and there is every evidence that he didnt want to let her or Mia leave the place alive. Wh
second effort. If he was given another chance, I know he would make another attempt on her life if he had the chance. I j
he created for my family. My eyes are blazing volcanoes, dangerous, meeting hers. I want to kill him. I nearly did, I w
kill him. It took the police officers to pull their guns

on me; but even that wouldnt have stopped me. It was only the knowledge that my wife needed immediate medical atten
she was getting it. My breathing increases and I try to push the memory away. I squirt a little more shower gel into the w
her sides, her buttocks and her back. Then I kneel before my wife as if submitting to her, and wash her legs reverently. I
looking painful. I lean into it, and gently kiss it. Then wash her lower legs and her feet. Anastasias hands reach down an
through my wet strands. I slowly rise to my feet. As I stand up I get to take in the bruises on her ribs again.

Oh, baby, I groan in a tormented voice. I have to distract myself from jumping out of the shower, making my way to th
ending his miserable life so that he can never harm another human being again.

Im okay, she soothes me. She reaches up, her hands caging my face, and pulling me down to her lips. I hesitate. Beca
a simple touch onto her lips will turn us both on. I cant do that when shes injured. Her lips mold into mine anyway full
me passionately despite my hesitation. Her tongue forces its way into my mouth, and Im lost. My tongue meets

hers, caressing it in gentle but sensual strokes, reacquainting itself with her mouth. And my cock stirs, growing and press
that!
No, I whisper against her lips, and pull her back away from me. Lets get you clean.

She pouts, upset at me for breaking the connection between us after seeing how serious I am about it. I dont want to put
havent had my wife in days, and I dont want to lose control. Even if Im very gentle, she might get hurt with her bruise
Feisty even. Putting her hands on her hips, she glares at me angrily like a child who is told she couldnt have candy, her
but break our connection to not to
arouse her further.Clean... Not dirty, I enunciate. I like dirty, she responds.

Me, too, Mrs. Grey. But not now, not here, I say. Without giving her chance to say another word, I take the shampoo, s
her hair,

and start washing it. She knows I mean business, and finally closing her eyes, gives herself to the gentle rubbing by my f
thoroughly massaging her hair, I let the warm water run the suds out of her hair, and run over her back into the drain in l
I start washing my hair, and body. She wants to wash me. I let her because I am craving her touch in any way possible. B
soapy hand gliding up and

down, trying to pump me, and giving me a big hard on, I have to remove her hand, and endure the repressed desire accom

When we come out of the shower, she somehow looks happier, energized, and relaxed. I wrap her in a large plush bath to
Anastasia starts drying her hair while Im drying mine with a towel.

I still dont understand why Elizabeth was involved with Jack, she mutters confused. I do, I reply darkly rememberin
completely surprised, and looks up at me. When she sees me drying my hair, my

chest and shoulders still wet with glistening water, she makes a visible effort to gather her thoughts. She looks like Im s
my body. I am incredibly tempted, with her gaze having a direct line to my cock, my barely tamed erection seeking full g
Enjoying the view? I ask.

How do you know? she asks trying to ignore the fact that I caught her staring. Even if I didnt see her staring, my body
near each other, I feel her presence, her gaze, her mood.

That youre enjoying the view? I tease.No, she scolds me changing the topic. About Elizabeth.Detective Clark hi
usual manner demanding me to tell her more.

Hyde had videos. Videos of all of them. On several USB flash drives. She frowns, completely shocked with this inform

Videos of him fucking her and fucking all his PAs, I say without giving her the details. Her eyes widen with understan

Exactly. Blackmail material. He likes it rough, I say frowning. Thats sort of like me. I like it rough, and I have still im
aware of the picture were being taken both for recreation at the time as well as against any exposure.
It is not unlike me. I am immediately disgusted of myself, and filled with self-loathing. I have fucked harder, tried more
Dont! Anastasia warns me. I frown at her, not comprehending her meaning.
Dont what? I ask and regard her with uneasiness and worry. Did I do something to hurt her?
You arent anything like him.
My eyes harden. She knew what I was thinking. Of course she would. We understand each other wordlessly often.
Youre not, she says stubbornly.
Were cut from the same cloth, I murmur with disgust.

No, youre not, she snaps. How could she think that? We both have had fucked up childhoods. I dont know my dad; h
was a crack whore, his was a drunk, and a drug addict. I am an adopted child by the Greys, and he was in and out of fost
boosting cars; I drank as a teen, and fought with everyone possible and was kicked out of three schools in one year. I cou
it not been for Elena focusing my attention in sex, and my parents keeping a tight leash on me. We are the same shit!

You both have troubled pasts, and you were both born in Detroit. Thats it, Christian, she says fisting her hands on her

Ana, your faith in me is touching, especially in light of the last few days. Well know more when Welch is here, I say d
change my views on this. I am disgusted about myself; about how I behaved and distanced my wife from me with my ow
with her falling prey to Hyde because I wasnt trusting enough to ask her the right questions at the bank. I am lucky that
Christian she starts, but I cut her off with a kiss.

Enough, I breathe into her lips. I expect her to pester me more, but she doesnt. She stops with a pout.

And dont pout, I say. Come. Let me dry your hair. After shes dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, I sit her between m
while
effectively quieting her down. Drying her hair and having this access to her relaxes us both. Once the drier is silenced, I
and I start combing her hair with a hairbrush.
So did Clark tell you anything else while I was unconscious? she asks.
Not that I recall.

I heard a few of your conversations, she retorts. Which conversations did she hear? My hand with the hairbrush stills i
did she hear?
Did you? I probe nonchalantly.
Yes. My dad, your dad, Detective Clark...your mom, she says. She heard just about everyone.
And Kate?Kate was there? she asks.Briefly, yes. Shes mad at you, too, I tell her.

She immediately turns in my lap. Stop with the everyone is mad at Ana crap, okay? she snaps.Just telling you the trut
conniption.

Yes, it was reckless, but you know, your sister was in danger, she says. Remembering how close they both came to dyi
Yes. She was, I say holding her chin up.

Thank you, I say and register the shock in her face in the face of my gratitude for her. But no more recklessness. Beca
out of you, I
threatened with nothing but truth in my tone. She gasps.
You wouldnt!

I most certainly would, I say, my tone serious. She searches my face and sees the iron determination. I have your step
trying to see if Im kidding. She launches herself at me, and I twist so that she falls onto the bed and right

into my arms. This could have led to dirtier acts, but she winces with pain. The sight of her nearly writhing in pain drain
censure her, angrily; both at her and at myself for giving in.
Sorry, she mutters, and her hand caresses my cheek.

Her touch means a lot to me, and I nuzzle into it, kissing her hand gently. Honestly, Ana, you really have no regard for y
shirt and put my fingers on her belly where our baby is residing. Anastasia stops breathing.

Its not just you anymore, I whisper as my fingers skate over her waistband, and her skin underneath. The wonder is th
together is growing inside my wife. But right at that moment, I feel Anastasia gasping with desire, and her body getting h
tense immediately, and stop moving my fingers and gaze down at her. I deliberately move my finger away from her belly

No, I whisper. I want nothing more right now than to have my wife, make love to her, and bury myself so deep in her f
hurting her, and that is something I will not do.
She gazes at me with a look laced with disappointment, intense desire, and carnal lust all bundled in one.

Dont look at me like that. Ive seen the bruises. And the answer is no, I say in a firm, determined voice. As I kiss her f
Christian, she whines.No. Get into bed, I say sitting up.
Bed?You need rest. I need you.

That takes me aback and it takes all my self-control to tear myself away from her. I close my eyes and shake my head, tr
prevent giving into her will. When I finally regain control, and make up my mind that her safety comes before her desire
decidedly. Just do as youre told, Ana.

She finally manages to nod, however reluctantly. Okay, she says pouting like a small child, making me laugh out loud.
Jones has been busy.
Christian, Ill do it. Im fine. Jeez, I want sex I can certainly cook, she says as she sits up clumsily and with difficult
tries to hide her ache.
Bed! I order pointing to the pillow, my eyes flashing.
Join me, she murmurs, trying to entice me.

Ana, get into the bed. Now! I order once again. She looks at me with narrowed eyes, and then scowls. Standing up, sh
floor, managing to glare at me the entire time. I try not to smile at her antics, but its hard not to do it. I pull back the duv
You heard Dr. Singh. She said rest, I remind her in a gentler voice. She gets in the bed and folds her arms in exasperat

making my wife do as I order. She scowls deeper.

I go to the kitchen and heat up the chicken stew Mrs. Jones has prepared. I fix two trays;

one for Ana and one for me. Taking the food to our bedroom, I sit Anastasia up in the bed so she can enjoy her food. I sit

That was very well heated, she smirks, and I grin at her in response. When she finishes all her food, she looks full and
You look tired, I tell her, and take her tray away from her.
I am, she says yawning.
Good. Sleep, I say kissing her. I have some work I need to do. Ill do it in here if thats okay with you.
She nods, but unable to keep awake, her eyes close.

I take the trays out to the kitchen, rinsing them; I leave the dishes in the sink. Then taking my laptop, I walk back to our
work. I go through my piled up e-mails. Ros and Warren have been in Taiwan for the signing of the documents and inspe
well and that they are

coming back today. I go over the signed documents, and her annotations. God! There is hundreds of e-mail accumulated
most important ones. My Blackberry buzzes with an incoming text. Its a message from Taylor:
*Welch is here to see you.*

This is the dreaded meeting, but one I must go through to find out the link between Hyde and I. It will give me a better u
with me. I text back.
*Take him to my office. Im coming.*

When I get to my office, Welch is sitting down and a large manila envelope is on my desk suspiciously waiting for me. H
waiting his hands tied on his back at ease. I walk to my seat, and show him his chair again to seat him down.
Tell me about your trip, I start the conversation.

My starting point for the search was at your former living quarters. The apartments are still there, but I wanted to see if
his

mother at any point. But there were no records of your paths crossing in any way when you were with your birth mother
a play group. You had no known relatives. After confirming that you had no connection with Hyde while you were with
connection after you were taken away from the scene of death. What I discovered is interesting. Do you remember the b
your adoption was finalized by the Dr. and Mr. Grey? he asks.
Foster care? I was in foster care? I ask him completely shocked.

Yes, sir, you were. For a brief time. I want to first give you a general picture of the circumstances surrounding your ado
and why you were in foster care which will greatly explain how you and Hyde were at the same place, and at the same ti
attention, my eyebrows rising. Im in such a shock; he could knock me over with a feather!

What? Did you say that I was with him at the same place and time?Yes, sir, I did. Im coming to that, but I need to ex

place. According to current adoption laws, if a couple is approved for adoption already, theres usually no waiting period
individuals home state granted that the child is also a resident of that state. But the laws were different then. I think its v
adoption laws clear to you in 1987 the year you were adopted, sir. I almost didnt uncover that and we could have easil
Because the year you were adopted, there were several changes to the adoption laws. It wasnt easy for me to uncover th
your case and some didnt, and it is incredibly difficult to locate information because the records arent kept in one place
simply nonexistent. Its a big maze, but I contacted Pella. He pointed me in the right direction with the changes to the ad
records by different foster care agencies. In the state of Michigan, if a child is to be adopted, the child must be completel
must become the ward of the state. Thats one of the primary conditions of a childs adoptability.

If the prospective adoptive parent is married to one of the parents and the step-parent is a candidate for adoption of that c
spouse of that adoptive parent must first agree to sever his or her parental rights and the child must fully become a ward
adoption process. The rights of the biological mother or father who is being replaced with an adoptive parent must

have already been severed either voluntarily or by the state. I have checked the adoption laws and that was the law at the
mother died, and you didnt have a biological father in the picture. You became the ward of the state. Even if the Grey fa
stated that your blood relations must be sought out. If no one came forward, then you would become adoptable. During t
couldnt live with the adoptive parents. Thats how you were placed in a foster home.
So, how does Hyde come in to the picture?

Thats the other issue. I have located the family who fostered you. Legally, the names of the minors cannot be made pub
those laws were even stricter before. And the state social services do not have all the records. States have been working w
Unfortunately their record-keeping is woefully behind times. Not all the records are available, and much of the informat
nonsensical. I had to go through all of the court records to discover that you were in fact in foster care. But the name of t
I had to locate an employee who worked at the time of

your adoption, and she led me to the known foster care agencies of the time. One the third try I managed to get a name o
the family who fostered you, he says solemnly.
Who was it? I ask in a whisper.

Janice and Chuck Collier, and their twin sons and teenage daughter. The family took in foster children for years to supp
one to be fostered with them, or the last, sir, he says. I look at him impassively, I am anything but. How does that tie in
And?

You see, because I represent you, I can reach your records, and find out about them. But legally, we arent allowed to do
end there until I located the family. Well, Mrs. Collier, to be exact. Her husband passed away of a heart attack about two
house. You were placed into the Colliers care for two months and nine days. Thats how long the court allocated for any
forward to claim you, and once no one came forth, your adoption process went though. Meanwhile, you remained with t
the conclusion of your adoption. Mrs. Collier remembers you, he says.
She does? What did she say? I ask surprised.

Mrs. Collier is about 67 years old now. She and her husband fostered tens of children over the years, but she remember
old but looked a lot younger than your age; you were scared, and didnt talk. She remembers you being very malnourish

liked to sit next to her while she read to you; but never on her lap which she found odd for a child of that age.

You tried to remain distant from her husband. She said that you had a very distinct and unusual fear of adult males. She t
husband, an ex- army man liked punctuality at the dinner table, and you were playing with a small toy car. When Mr. Co
you got scared and hid in the cabinet under the sink, clutching to your blanket, he says. My eyes widen and I swallow h
Go on... I ask. I remember nothing of this. Its driving me crazy. I remember just about everything of my past, but not
And before you came to live with them, the foster family had two other foster kids.

One of the children was returned to her maternal grandmother just a couple of days before you were put in their care, an
in their home. A nine year old orphaned boy whose mother went to jail for drug possession. She remembers his first nam
What was the name? I ask, unable to recognize my rough voice.
Jack. His name was Jack.

She said that her family had many foster children over the years. She wouldnt have remembered you but, two things st
you were adopted by a rich family which surprised her.
Why would it surprise her? I ask miffed.

She said she liked you a lot but she assumed a very rich family like that would adopt a baby or ... he says stopping, an
Go ahead, dont sugar coat it for me, Welch! I order, my eyes ablaze.

...a non-special needs child with less baggage, or better breeding. She said that she wasnt saying it to be unkind, becau
you didnt speak, didnt let people to touch you, hid with the sight of an adult male, but in

desperate need of care. According to her a lot of those children went unadopted including the ones she fostered. They en
until they reached 18, or a relative claimed them which she said was also rare. Thats why she was extremely happy for y
Anything else?

Yes, I have couple of pictures, he says handing me two faded pictures. The top picture is of a dilapidated small house w
window. The front porch looks worn out and paint peeled off from what I can see, and the front yard is nondescript.

I shuffle the house picture below, and bring up the other picture. Its the picture of a family in front of the house with the
look to be in their mid-40s, a husband and wife by the looks of it. The man has buzz cut, thick in the middle, and wearin
scraped back and blonde; she too is wearing bedraggled, overused clothing. But, they both seem cheerful. The man has h
teenage daughter. His twin sons
look to be about twelve years old seem cheerful and grinning.
The Colliers? I ask.

Yes, sir. Chuck and Janice Collier, their twin sons and teenage daughter. I recognize myself in the picture, hiding behin
my eyes widen. I gaze at my picture for two solid minutes. I look dirty, extremely malnourished, scared, dressed in mism
blanket. I look like a two year old, not a four year old. Im hiding behind a reddish blond haired, scowling boy who look

Who is the other boy? I ask.That- Welch says significantly, is Jack Hyde. Is it confirmed?

Yes, sir. He was in the foster care system until his mother reclaimed him. Mrs. Collier didnt remember his last name, b
being an aggressive child. She said that he got hostile towards you after your adoptive parents came to visit you about a
through, he says, and that statement immediately raises alarm bells. I had to backtrack to locate Hydes foster family r
different homes for a lot longer periods.

But those records were a lot harder to find, because his state records only had one entry and some of the records were ac
and pay off workers to get access to his information. But meanwhile, I went back to the same foster care agency that pla
and verify the information Mrs. Collier provided and had them let me look at the records for about 15 minutes. There he
because I wasnt allowed to make copies, he says and pushes the large manila envelope towards me. This file contains

information both on you and Hyde and it puts you both in the same place with the Collier family -- between May 13thth
shared the same foster family for two months and nine days. Thats how you two first met; thats where he knows you fr
contains all the videos hes made fucking his assistants and Elizabeth Morgan, he says emphasizing.
I look at him bewildered, speechless for a moment.Where did you get that?Lets just say that its a good will gesture
further help and cooperation.
What about the police investigation here? Have you heard anything other than this?

Theyll take a while to reconstruct the scene, sir, and the fucker is still in the hospital, but not talking. Of course Morga
own ass. But, I wanted you to be the first one to get the information. Do you want to submit our findings to the police?

Yes, to my lawyers as well. I want to make sure that the fucker doesnt see the light of day again. This will show them t
rooted in the past.

Yes, sir. I will inform you if any new information resurfaces, he says before he leaves. Taylor glances at me solemnly b
files Welch brought and a cold chill runs over me. I stick the thumb flash drive into the USB port, and several files open.
different women with different hardcore BDSM styles. The fucker likes it rough. Shit! Hes like me in more ways than o
brought, I walk back to our bedroom like a zombie. Anastasia is still sleeping. I sit in the armchair watching my wife, the
and now.

The fucker Hyde almost killed her because of his hatred for me, for not getting who and what belongs to me. Im shaken
missing a chunk of my past. I dont remember anything about it. Nothing! Not a single vision or a simple memory. Why?
after. Why not this period? I look at the picture over and over again, and yet all I see is the faces of strangers. I dont rem
know everything; knowledge gives me control and power. Yet I dont wield that power over my own past. Its driving me
have to make the connection between what Hyde had written in his ransom note, and this missing information. The fact
I dont, and that fuckers wielding control over my past is tormenting me inside.

The sun is setting behind me, and the dusk is settling over Seattle sky like a blanket. Its the magic hour. The crimson an
seeping into our bedroom. The last lights of the day in pink and crimson colors dance on Anastasias face. I am fixated o
forever. She stirs in bed, removes her arm from her forehead, and blinks a few times. Upon seeing my tormented face sh

Whats wrong? she asks, wincing.Welch has just left, I mutter.And? she asks anxiously.I lived with the fucker, I

I nod in response my eyes wide, still stunned. Youre related?No. Good God, no.

She moves in bed, making room for me, and opens up the duvet, patting the space next to her in bed. I kick off my shoes
need to be close to her. I cant be inside her when shes physically hurting like this; but I still have to have physical touch
around her, and curl up next to her, putting my head on her lap. Her hand reaches into my hair, and she starts running her
can feel her penetrating gaze on me.
I dont understand, she mutters.
I close my eyes, and strain to remember the past, furrowing my brows.

After I was found with the crack whore, before I went to live with Carrick and Grace, I was in the care of state of Mich
remember anything about that time, I say still tormented with the lack of memory of that time.
For how long? she whispers her question. Two months or so. I have no recollection.

Have you spoken to your mom and dad about it? she asks. I havent even thought about asking them. I dont like askin
No, I reply simply.Perhaps you should. Maybe they could fill in the blanks.

I hug her tighter, and curl up as close as possible to my wife. I extend my hand holding the pictures. Here, I say. Ana le
on to see better. She silently observes the pictures for a long time.
Finally, I hear her whispered voice: This is you. Her eyes teary. I nod.
Thats me.
Welch brought these photos?
Yes. I dont remember any of this, I mutter in a flat, insipid and desolate voice.

You mean remember being with foster parents? Why should you? Christian, it was a long time ago. Is this whats worry
I remember other things, from before and after. When I met my mom and dad. But this... I dont remember this. This is
Her hand caresses my hair again absently, and I lift my head up under her arm. Is Jack in this picture?

Yes, hes the older kid, I say closing my eyes tightly shut, trying to center myself. Trying to remember and trying to fo
hold onto my wife with all Ive got, embracing her as if something is going to toss me out of her orbit, and Ill be lost fo
When Jack called to tell me he had Mia, he said if things had been different, it could have been him.
I close my eyes and spew my epithet. That fucker!

Of course he would. If what Mrs. Collier said is correct about Hydes aggression after meeting my parents, he would thin
could have gotten. Hes really sick in the head.
You think he did all this because the Greys adopted you instead of him? Who knows? I say in a bitter tone. I dont

Perhaps he knew we were seeing each other when I went for that job interview. Perhaps he planned to seduce me all alo

I dont think so, reply, finally my eyes open. The searches he did on my family didnt start until a week or so after yo
the exact dates. And, Ana, he fucked all his assistants and taped them, I say holding onto Anastasia tighter.
A shiver runs through Ana. She contemplates for a minute.

Christian, I think you should talk to your mom and dad, she urges as she shifts in the bed, sliding back, she comes eye
locks with my bewildered eyes. I am tormented that I lived with someone a very long time ago, and this person attempte
over and over again. It took me a long time to uncover this fact, and the void in my head, the lack of memories regarding

Let me call them, she whispers. I shake my head in the negative. I dont like asking for help from anyone, even from m
myself, and Ive done that all my life. Please, she begs. I stare at her, distress and vacillation lacing every fiber of my b
know if I should call my parents. Ive not asked them for anything for years. But, Ana is my rock. Maybe they can shed
Ill call them, I whisper.

Good. We can go and see them together, or you can go. Whichever you prefer, she says softly. I dont want to take her
her alone at home. If my parents are available, they can come here. But I doubt they are.
No. They can come here.
Why?I dont want you going anywhere. Christian, Im up for a car ride.

No! I say unyielding, but smile at her. The trip may not be necessary. Anyway, its Saturday night, theyre probably a
of charities and attend social gatherings with their friends and colleagues.
Call them! she insists. This news has obviously upset you. They might be able to

shed some light, she says. Then turns her head and looks at the alarm clock. It reads 6:54 p.m. I gaze at my wife for a m
Theres only love and concern on her face for me. I dont want to add worry to her already full plate. Shes pregnant, too
baby.

Okay, I acquiesce. I sit up, and take the cordless phone sitting atop the side table. As Anastasia wraps her arm around m
a deep breath and dial my parents home phone.
Grey residence, my father answers.
Dad? I respond completely surprised to find him home. I called him at home hoping they wouldnt be there.
Hi Christian! Hows Ana? Are you back at the hospital? he asks concerned.

Anas good. Were home right now, I say and take another shaky breath. Welch has just left. He found out the connec
Connection? With Hyde?Yes. The foster home in Detroit.

Oh! I have totally forgotten about that! Then he speaks to someone in a muffled voice. Its Christian, darling. He foun
character... then he replies my moms question. The foster home in Detroit...Yes, I was surprised as well, he says.

I dont remember any of that, I say in a barely audible voice. Ana hugs me tighter, and I squeeze her shoulder in respo

Well, your mom remembers it.Yeah?Yes, we can come and talk to you about it if you like.You can? You will?Y
your mom can grab her jacket and purse.

Great! I respond, hanging up. My parents are willing to drive here to explain something about my past? Why am I still

Theyre on their way, I tell Ana, unable to shake off the astonishment from my voice. Good. I should get dressed, An
I hold her tighter as if Id lose my sun if she were to move a few feet away to get dressed. Dont go, I whisper.
Okay, she says snuggling into my side, and holding me until the feeling of loss subsides.
***** *****

When my parents arrive at Escala, we meet them at the Great rooms entry. My parents beam at us. My mom makes a be
while my dad shakes my hand.Ana, Ana, darling Ana, my mom whispers her gratitude. Saving two of my children. H
making my wife blush. Then my dad hugs Anastasia, kissing her forehead. But my ever rambunctious sister grabs Anasta
squeezes her tight forgetting she has bruised ribs! I see Ana gasping and wincing, as Mia mutters, thank you for saving
Mia! I glower at her. You need to be careful! Shes in pain. Oh! Sorry, Mia says chagrined.
Im good, Anastasia tries to placate. But she takes a sigh of relief when Mia releases her. She takes a good look at my
pink frilly blouse. Then her eyes imperceptibly drift to her own clothes. She looks just wonderful in her wrap dress, and
shes healing. Mia rushes towards me and gives me a strong hug putting her arms around my waist.

Once Mia lets go of me, my parents look at me expectantly. I hand my mom the pictures. They both lean into the picture
immediately flying to her mouth to stifle the outpour of her emotions. Her gaze is full of recognition. My dads face is so
mother to lend her strength.
Oh, darling, my mother caresses my cheek.

Taylor comes to the entryway and clears his throat. Mr. Grey? Miss Kavanagh, her brother, and your brother are coming

What? I didnt invite them. Not when Ana barely got home and still hurting. I frown. Thank you, Taylor, I mutter, com

I called Elliot and told him we were coming over, my sister says grinning. Its a welcome home party, she says shrug
glare at my sister with displeasure as Anastasia looks at me sympathetically.
Wed better get some food together, Ana announces. Mia, would you give me a hand?
Oh, Id love to, she replies. As Anastasia and Mia make their way to the kitchen, I lead my parents into my study.

After my parents enter, I close the door, and show them to the chairs before my desk. I go and stand leaning onto my des
I dont remember anything of that time. In fact, this is the first time I ever heard that I was in foster care.
It completely escaped my mind as well. Its been so long, my dad says turning to my mother.

I remember it well, she says softly, swallowing hard. We adopted Elliot, so we were clear as adoptive parent candidat
there was no father name registered, the state by law had the obligation of waiting to see if any blood

relatives come forward to claim you, she says. My gaze is hard; my lips are taut and pursed into a tight line. I am so gla
through from any of my blood relations. If they couldnt be a decent family to their daughter, what good could they do fo
fuckeduppedness?

It was the longest two months we waited, concerned that someone might come forward and take you. Someone who ma
have seen a lot of children abused in the hands of their relatives; you were in greater danger, because you have already e
darling.
Was her pimp my biological father? I ask, bracing myself for the worst.
No, he wasnt, says my dad resolutely.
How can you be sure?

Ive seen him at the police station when he was called in to give his statement. He looks nothing like you, and he adama
he had a vasectomy, and he did have proof which he provided later. Were hundred percent sure that he wasnt related to
biological mother didnt know who the father was, he says and I give a sigh of relief.

Have you met my foster parents? I ask wanting to confirm what Mrs. Collier stated to Welch.A few times. The last on
adoption papers were finalized, my mom replies.
Do you remember seeing the other boy? I ask both of them.

To be honest son, we werent paying attention to the other children in the foster familys home. There were other kids in
ones were their own or if there were any other foster kids. So, obviously we didnt want to offend them in any way by sc
spent time with

you and brought you a toy, and some basic clothing items. I nod. I knew nothing of this! Seemingly a simple piece of in
past. An important piece... My mind keeps going back to the possibility of what would have happened if someone did co
even claimed that he was my dad and continued to abuse me? What if... what if... Im completely unsettled, tense, and ag
At this moment, Im so fucking
shaken as if I just dropped out of the sky aimlessly; I dont feel like the domineering CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings

I shake my head. I dont remember any of it. I remember all the other shit from before... with the crack whore, the pimp
them. And more after the adoption. But I dont remember any of this! Nothing, I whisper, my eyes wide.
My mom reaches and holds my hand in hers.Im so very happy that you called us to help you remember, she says.
Ana told me to call you. I dont know if I would have. She wanted me to... I say shrugging.

Shes a wonderful girl. She loves you, son. I dont know what we would have done without her. She gave you back to u
fireworks, and now saved Mias life. Shell make us grandparents, too! Shes heaven sent! my mother gushes with tears
healing a colony of lepers all in one evening.

I have never been so happy for having been proven wrong, Christian, my dad says. What Ana has done for our family
babys life in danger for our daughter, and she loves you madly. She makes you communicate with us. Do you realize ho

of heart to heart or even close to it without counting the hospital?

That would be almost never.

Its not because we didnt try. The last time I really tried to reach you was when you left Harvard and we had that blowaround you, son. After that no matter what I did, how much I tried to connect with you, you were distant; miles away. Al
independent entity, not as much

a father-son, though I have attempted to be close to you. This, he says gesturing around the room with his hand, this is
are close your mom. I want you to know, we... he corrects himself, ...we want you to know that you should be able to c
or expecting of our judgment, or criticism, or apprehension, he says as my mom nods fervently, her eyes brimming with
other stifling a sob over her mouth.
We only have Ana to thank for giving you back to us, my mom whispers.
I know mom. Do you remember anything else about my foster care? I ask my parents.

Well, when we visited you, the foster mom made some delicious baked goods which were amazing and offered us some
she was cooking dinner as we were getting ready to leave which smelled heavenly. She was very polite. Asked us to stay
on them, and left. Its been a long time, but I do remember that, my mom says.
Thank you for sharing this information mom and dad, I say, still dismal and shaken. I

stand up. My mom hands me the pictures back, and I put them on my desk. I'm reeling a million miles an hour; so much
my parents out of my study in a daze. The loud sounds of visitors greet us outside the door. When I walk back to the grea
but when I see Anastasia with a glass of champagne in her hand, my eyes widen. What the hell is she thinking? She can
A Million Miles an Hour - Eastern Conference Champions
I see Katherine Kavanagh, and greet her coolly while walking towards Anastasia. Kate.

She responds, Christian, in equally cool measure. My eyes are locked on the glass Anastasia is holding. Your meds, M
her eyes on me. My mother joins us with a glass of champagne of her own.

A sip will be fine, she says with a wink. I scowl at them both.Hey bro! Did you catch the Mariners and the Rangers g
lost 7 to 6. But it was a great game!
Who scored? I ask following him to the couch.

Well, Gentry singled to left, and Napoli scored from the Rangers first. But then Suzuki reached on infield single to shor
Saunders to second... he starts giving me play by play.

My eyes drift back to my wife who is embraced by my parents who are kissing her cheeks and talking to her. My sister s
holding hands. Ethan jumps in to the conversation.

You did miss a great game, Christian! It was so close. I really thought we would win! Carp homered to right, and Seage
enough to catch up! I bet we would have won if Mariners shortstop Brendan Ryan didnt leave the game in the top of the
excitedly.

Come on! That shit is no biggie! my brother says.

Of course it is! Andrus and Hamilton of the Rangers hit back-to-back home runs in the third inning, man! We needed hi

When my parents and Anastasia walk back into the great room, Anastasia comes and snuggles next to me with her drink
One sip, I hiss at her, and take the glass out of her hand.

Yes, Sir, she says completely submissively while batting her eyelashes and disarms me immediately. I put my arms aro
my family around, turn back to my brother to continue talking about the last Mariners game.
After everyone has eaten, and the dishes picked up, we send my family, and the Kavanaghs off. My wife needs rest.
I hold Anastasias hand; walk her back to our bedroom.

My parents think you walk on water, I mutter as I take my shirt off. She is in bed curled up and watching me, eye-fuck
Good thing you know differently, she snorts. Oh, I dont know, I say as I pull my jeans off.
Did they fill in the gaps for you?

Some. I lived with the Colliers for two months while Mom and Dad waited for the paperwork. They were already appro
waits required by law to see if I had any living relatives who wanted to claim me.
How do you feel about that? she asks pressing on my earlier concern.
I frown. I dont like it at all. About having no living relatives? Fuck that. If they were anything like the crack whore...
the thought. Its disturbing enough as it is.
I put on my pajamas, climb into bed, and pull my wife into the safety of my arms.

Its coming back to me. I remember the food. Mrs. Collier could cook. And at least we know why that fucker is so hung
I remember something else. Fuck! I mutter as my hand runs through my hair. Im gaping at
Anastasia in shock.
What? she asks concerned.
It makes sense now! I declare.
What? she asks exasperated.
Baby Bird. Mrs. Collier used to call me Baby Bird.
Anastasia looks at me blankly. That makes sense? she asks raising her eyebrows, confused.

The note, I say gazing at her. The ransom note that fucker left. It went something like Do you know who I am? Beca
Anastasia still looks back at me with a blank stare.

Its from a kids book. Christ! The Colliers had it. It was called, Are You My Mother? Shit! I loved that book, I say m

memories come flooding.

Understanding reaches Anastasias eyes.
Mrs. Collier used to read it to me. Her lips part to say something, and close again, not knowing what to say.
Christ. He knew... That fucker knew! Will you tell the police?

Yes. Of course, I will. Christ knows what Clark will do with that information, I shake my head trying to clear my head
you for this evening.
For what? she asks.
Catering for my family at a moments notice.

Dont thank me, thank Mia and Mrs. Jones. She keeps the pantry well stocked. I shake my head. She doesnt understan
hard time taking a compliment.
How are you feeling, Mrs. Grey?
Good. How are you feeling? she asks me. Im perfectly healthy.
Im fine, I say frowning. Do I look ill?

She smiles and starts trailing her fingers down on my stomach and over my happy trail. I grab her hands knowing exactl
get any ideas.

She pouts, making me sigh. I am dying to make love to her. But I cant when shes not well enough. Ana, Ana, Ana, wh
kissing her hair.

I have some ideas, she says squirming beside me. But she immediately winces, and holds her ribs automatically with p
Baby, youve been through enough. Besides, I have a bedtime story for you.

She looks up blinking. You wanted to know... I say, my voice trailing off. I swallow uneasily, but still determined to ba
understanding. I manage to deem my wife speechless for a change.

Picture this, an adolescent boy looking to earn some extra money so he can continue his secret drinking habit, I start m
and we are lying face to face. I gaze into Anastasias eyes, wanting to capture all of her reaction.

So I was in the backyard at the Lincolns, clearing some rubble and trash from the extension Mr. Lincoln had just added
Anastasias jaws drop open, completely shocked that Im sharing my darkest history with her. But, this is
a night for revelations. I want nothing left unsaid between us. Shes my wife, the mother of my unborn
child, she is my everything.

Roberto Carlos - Como Grande o Meu Amor Por Voc

I have so much To tell you But with words I can't convey How big My loveFor you is...
And there's nothing To compare to it (No way) to Explain to you How big My loveFor you is...
Not even the sky Or the stars Not even the sea Or the infinite Nothing is bigger Than my love Or more beautiful ...
I become desperate Seeking Any way To tell you Como grande How big My love For you is...
Don't ever forget even for a second My love is The biggest in the world How big My loveFor you is...
CHAPTER VI Bedtime Story

Anastasias lips part as if her deep inhalation cant get enough air into her lungs. Shes curious, but also at the precipice o
my eyes, and swallow hard trying to decide if I want to tell her everything. After what we lived through this week, our li
nothing standing between us. Not even the whisper or a ghost of my fucked up past. When I open my eyes back up, Ana

intensity. Memories of that fateful summer come flooding. I take a deep breath and the floodgates open.
Bryan Adams - Please Forgive Me

It was a hot summer day. I was working hard, I snort remembering. I havent done such backbreaking work in such a l
the thought how hard I worked for that small amount of money. The work was backbreaking, shifting all that rubble. I w
remembering. It was Mrs. Lincoln then. Mrs. Lincoln appeared out of nowhere and brought me some

lemonade. We exchanged small talk, and I made some smart-ass remark... and she slapped me. She slapped me so hard,
reaching up to my cheek again, caressing.

After slapping me so fucking hard, burning my cheek, she grabbed my face with her hands, but didnt touch me anywher
dominating, intense stroking of her lips. Elenas kiss was possessing, all-consuming as if she lit me

on fire and let me burn up from within with a fire that was never going to go out. It was a feeling I had never experience
She awakened the beast in me. I continue talking about my first experience with Elena.

But then she kissed me. And when she finished, she slapped me again, I murmur, blinking. To this day, Im still perple
unworthy of love, or care. Because I was and still am a beast inside. You see, the single day out of the year I felt comfort
the only day the ghouls and the monsters in me matched the scenery outside, an ironic day that made me among the norm
monster in me then; a sexually starved beast I never knew existed inside me came to force with full power. And the pain
came along with dark, the ghoulish, scary side in me... pain was familiar, welcome even.
Id never been kissed before or hit like that, I confess.

I look down to Anastasia. Elena is her hard limit. I dont know if I should tell her about this, but I want to. I want no barr
hidden.
Do you want to hear this? I ask.
Indecision crosses her face. Only if you want to tell me, she says in a small voice, facing me.
Im trying to give you some context.

She nods, encouraging me to continue then. But Anastasia looks shocked, her eyes are wide, and shes speechless. I sear
or any indication that she doesnt want to hear this. I finally see the encouragement I'm seeking in her face, and roll onto

Well, naturally, I was confused and angry and horny as hell. I mean, a hot older woman comes onto you like that- I say
no

matter how much the fifteen year old girls think of them being hot and irresistible, arent exactly the material older wom
Elena's initial dominating presence. She wanted someone she could train and completely dominate. I never had a chance
intake after my dumb-ass remark, and her stance immediately changed to a dominant one. She pushed her shoulders bac
forward like an eagle ready to capture a prey. I was unable but to respond to her stance automatically,
because Ive never seen anything like it before. In fact, I dont ever remember seeing Elena with that dominating stance

I hear a controlled intake of breath from Anastasia at my comment on Elena being hot. My observation was retrospect of
insignificant and worthless I thought of myself to be. An intake-charity case; a damaged fatherless shitless kid born from
her pimp, starved to the point where I wouldnt mind eating yard trimmings had I have the opportunity, or a chance to go
I once was. So, Elena kissing me, this worthless man-child and slapping me to straighten my foulmouthed behavior imm
All of a sudden I was the focus of this hot
woman.

Confused, interested, horny and for a change, I wanted this experience to continue. I was introduced to a sensation; trigg
forceful slap to jolted me in and out of my body, disciplining me. I craved all of it with such intensity as if all the fifteen
was about to be sated in the form of a promised feast of sensations with her. Elena's behavior said that she wanted me an
that again and again.
Feeling Anastasias gaze on me, I continue my story.

She went back into the house, leaving me in the backyard. She acted as if nothing had happened. I was at a total loss. S
into the dumpster. When I left that evening, she asked me to come back the next day. She didnt mention what had happe
couldnt wait to see her again, I whisper, finally letting Anastasia into my dark past; feeling like Im in a confessional, p
has the power to forgive, and clear the slate for me.

I dont know what Anastasia is thinking, but I can feel the judgment that is passing through her head, towards me but mo

She didnt touch me when she kissed me, I murmur and turn to my wife gazing at her, trying to see what shes thinking
You have to understand...my life was hell on earth. I was a walking hard-on, fifteen years old, tall for my age, hormone
there. Girls thought I was a handsome guy, but I couldnt let them get near me without freaking out. I was a fucking frea
that matter to touch me. Such a simple, non-thought requiring gesture for many was a trigger for me to go berserk. Its

not because I wasnt turned on, or that my hormones werent wreaking havoc on my body when it came to the opposite s
and there was no way of getting rid of it. Anastasias face softens with understanding.

I was angry, so fucking angry at everyone, at myself, my folks. I had no friends. My therapist at the time was a total ass
leash; they didnt understand, I utter in one long breath. My gaze flow to the ceiling again, looking but no seeing. My h
as if this happened yesterday. Nothing soothed my soul, nothing sated the anger I had in me; not the brawls, not the thera
their worries, not restrictions, or limits, and I was one fucking tight ball of negative energy ready to burst

anytime. There was nothing that could contain me and not be damaged by me. I was damaged goods! Even breathing too
mad at the universe for having me exist, and be like this. My world was chaotic, bolts of energy charging out of me, unc
directing everywhere and everyone. Then Elena came, containing it for me. I realize that Anastasia is unusually still besi

I just couldnt bear anyone to touch me. I couldnt! Couldnt bear anyone near me. I used to fight...fuck, did I fight. I go
expelled from a couple of schools. But it was a way to let off steam. To tolerate some kind of physical contact, I say sto

Fighting served a couple of purposes. It gave me pain when I got hit, and that allowed me to feel... something, anything.
was, that was means for me to touch without intending, or focusing on the act of touching and be touched even if it was
burst at any moment.

I search Anastasias face. Shes silent, frozen like a statue; her eyes are wide in utter shock. I frown. Am I scaring her? T
wants me to go on. I turn my back and continue to stare up at the ceiling again.

Well, you get the idea. And when she kissed me, she only grabbed my face. She didnt

touch me, I say in a barely audible voice. Im not expecting Anastasia to understand that. Imagine someone giving you
fifteen years if it was possible to survive such an ordeal. That was my feeling, and of course being fifteen years old, I too
do to me or for me, and held onto it like a life raft. I was finally breathing.

Elena was my mothers friend and she frequented our house often. I had not paid attention to her before although anyone
woman. I had once caught my mother asking when she was going to have children. Elena said that preferred my mother
of her own. And the irony isnt lost on me, now.
Anastasia folds her hand beneath her pillow and rest her head on the pillow in a way to restrain herself. Why?

Well, the next day I went back to the house, not knowing what to expect. And Ill spare you the gory details, but there w
relationship
started, I summarize. But the memory of the second day rushes in unbidden.

When I reached the Lincoln house that day, Elena opened the door, wordlessly let me in, waved away my mother with a
away, she closed the door, looked at her watch, youre twelve minutes late, she said with her gaze icy, chilling me to m
making her hot like a volcano. I was quite surprised at the contradicting look.

Elena, my mom had... I said trying to tell her that my mother had me take out the trash and quickly do a couple of cho
finish my words, slapping me hard across my cheek and then backhanding me. I can still feel the ringing in my ears with

Mrs. Lincoln! she corrected me firmly and decidedly, then grabbing hold of my head, slightly pulling me down becaus
savagely, punishingly, brutally in fact, biting the inside of my lower lip, drawing blood. The coppery taste in my mouth w
act. I was hooked.

I dont do late! If I asked you to be here at 9:00 a.m. I did NOT imply it to be 9:01, or 8:59 a.m. I meant precisely at 9:0
are to do as you are asked. Do you understand me, Christian?

Ah, yeah, I remember muttering, confused.What? she asked slapping me across my face again.Y..Y...yes, I squeak
slurred speech.
Yes, maam, is the correct answer, she hissed, her gaze fixed on me.

Yes, maam, I responded looking at her devotedly, Then she pulled my face in and kissed me brutally once again. Onc
rewarded me with a pleased, predatory smile, a smile I tried to earn from thereon.

I need you to come every day this week at the exact time I tell you to come, and you will perform what I ask you to per
a horny teenager couldnt miss.
On Wednesday, I have... I said and she gave me a pointed look, and then slapped me

again, making me blink.Wrong answer. I do not tolerate disobedience. Yes, maam, Ill be here, I managed to respon

Good. Now, your work is waiting in the backyard, she said to my confused face, completely impassively. Thats how i
me quit drinking, cutting class, fighting and gave me the first taste of cane, and my first sexual experience. She made all
obey. For the first time in my life, I didnt have to think how to handle something, someone or a problem. It was already

was to jump. And if I had her permission to speak, I didnt even have to ask how high, because Elena would have alread
duration of that jump already. My chaotic world focused because the chaos was eliminated by her taking full and absolut
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I shift in my place, turning on my side, I look at Anastasia.And you know something, Ana? My world came into focus.

Everything. It was exactly what I needed. She was a breath of fresh air. Making the decisions, taking all that shit away fr

I can see that its painful for Anastasia to hear this; but this is my life, uncensored. This was the person, the man-child I o
chaotic, argumentative, disobedient, and detrimental to my own well-being and future. Had my life not found the focus i
have been without the

correct and right interference for the person I was. It is entirely possible that I may have found that, but maybe along the
to myself, and inadvertently to my family until that focus came into my life. There is a time and a place for certain exper
says everything happens for a reason, and perhaps it was necessary for me to live that at the time however wrong it wa
anywhere else. Nothing was working. I do understand now that Elena had used me for a pupil; sex-slave in training, a bo
have still helped me without abusing me. But Elena had her way, and I could never argue with it. Could she have waited
She could have, but Elena never had qualms about my age. She possessed me, and enjoyed the experience.

My last declaration causes a flitter of pain go through Anastasias face, but she doesnt stop me, or argue with me, or tell

And even when it was over, my world stayed in focus because of her. And it stayed that way until I met you, I say, and
light of day. I smooth a stray lock of hair behind her ear. I know what she thinking, but her brand of chaos is exactly wha
and focus. Because this is in my nature. I want control; I need control like the air I breathe. But I already learned to exer
the excitement, the chaos, the challenge Anastasia brings into my life. I didnt know this was a need until she stumbled t

You turned my world on its head, I say closing my eyes, remembering the first feeling of challenge she gave me, drunk
my bed... I

couldnt close my eyes to sleep a wink, because all I wanted to do was to watch her. I immediately felt that this was the w
wanting her. It was raw, primal, irrevocable need. My life found its purpose when I found Anastasia. I look at my wife; s

My world was ordered, calm and controlled, then you came into my life with your smart mouth, your innocence, your b
everything before you was just dull, empty, mediocre...it was nothing.
Her face softens; her breathing shallow and her eyes wide as she listens.

I fell in love, I whisper. I hear her breath hitch, and she stops breathing for a while. I caress her cheek.

So did I, she murmurs. Her response fills my eyes with love for her brightly. I know, I mouth. She takes a deep brea
You do? she asks.

Yes, I confirm. Of course I do. The knowledge of her love is the most welcome and most valuable possession I have in
heart and soul.
Finally, she whispers as she shyly smiles at me. I nod.

And its put everything into perspective for me. When I was younger, Elena was the center of my world. There was not
lot for me. She stopped my drinking. Made me work hard at school... You know, she gave me a coping mechanism I had
thing that I never thought I could.
Touch, she whispers, still pained.

I know this is hard for her to hear. But without Elenas help, I dont know where I would be at that time of my life. Beca
problems werent drowning me and it wasnt a constant fight to stay afloat to breathe. It was not hard to obey her, becau
unlike my perfect family. I was well aware of her dark side starting with the first slap on my face; but in that dark, her co
heard and it guided me, darkening

everything else that gave me fear, pulling them into the shades, not erasing or disappearing them but blending them into
let them affect me until I was able to build layers of protection to shield myself on my own. Elena taught me to conceal a
bay and shed my inhibitions, introduced me into a lifestyle that has become my coping mechanism.

I had not thought about or even considered of the wrongs of that relationship until recently. I remember a school break a
gathered all family and friends to celebrate my homecoming. My brother Elliot thought he was doing me a favor and b
roommate for a possible match for me. The girl was like white over rice on me, trying to get to my good side, and she w
the market for someone. I had Elena; she was all I wanted or needed. And Elena had me, by the balls, literally. She glanc
dinner. Getting in my arm later, she said, Christian, dear, I have to hear all about your school, and walked me by the do
their children. When we reached to the relative darkness of the dock, she dropped
the whole charade and turned around and slapped me so hard.

You have crossed the line by tolerating that bitch. I do not share, Christian. This was intolerable, and you have misbeha
you when you were away. I am going to do something about that. When I leave in the next 10 minutes, I want you to get
precisely fifteen minutes after I'm gone. Mr. Lincoln is away on a business trip, she said, and in the glimmer of the moo
eyes, baleful, and full of fury.

When you get there, she said her hand grasping my cock, and balls squeezing tight until my eyes rolled into the back o
except a cock cage, she enunciates without elaborating. Elena could come up with the most cruel or unusual punishmen
dont even know what excuse I gave my family and left fifteen minutes after she did to make it to her house on time.

The door to her house was open and she was in her all leather domme outfit. I silently went to her dungeon, and stripped
cock cage which was no easy and neither was it pain free feat considering I had a massive erection with expectation. I ha
formulas and equations to
divert my attention from my arousal to contain my cock within the minimal confinement of the cock cage.

Elena walked after me, ordering me to go and stand by the wall decorated with shackles and metal handcuffs. Neither th
the wall; rather to a free unit which you could turn the sub around and apply punishment both in the front or the back. Sh
knowing she meant to leave her mark all over my body from my wrist, to my cock to my toes. No shorts or t-shirt for me
ankles first and then the wrists making sure they were extra tight, then pulled the chains to make me spread eagle agains
punishment I was going to receive, my cock tried to grow. Microeconomics formulas were childs play for me; I could c
something harder. I started reciting the Periodic Table in French in my head.

Tableau Prodique des lments, I started in my head. Hydrogne, Hlium, Lithium, Bryllium, Bore, Carbone, Azot
Aluminium, Silicium, Phosphore, Soufre, Chlore, Argon, Calcium, Scandium, Titane, Vanadium, Chrome....

I could hear Elena choosing an item off the wall for my punishment. I placed my face on the cold stone, and the metal co
squeezing my balls were

also transferring cold from the stone wall. My mind was briefly occupied thinking what she was going to hit me with. I t
something easy like a paddle or a riding crop, but Elena was brutal with her punishments. I knew she would choose som
belt, or a cane... She tested the air behind me and I heard the multiple strands flying behind me, thinking, fuck! Its the
even digging into the skin, removing it, leaving

multiple welted marks all at the same time. Even the French periodic table isnt enough to get my mind distanced from t
handle a shit load of beating. But this time she wasnt holding anything back.

In order to cope with the pain, I started counting the periodic table with atomic weights and numbers, all in French. Hyd
nombre atomique: un. Groupe: un. Priode: un. Configuration lectronique: 1s1. Nombre doxydation: -1 + 1.lectron

Then I felt the tendrils of the cat land across my back my arms, and my buttocks and I even felt the warm oozing of bloo
reached my caged cock as her blows started raining strategically. My balls must be purple by then, but I just wanted to g
didnt know how many of them I received raining down on me systematically starting with my back and arms, then goin
cross welting my back over my shoulders and back again until I reached to a point where I wanted to safe-word her, but
wanted to float out of my body, go to a pain free place where my legs didnt tremble, my arms didnt shake, my face was
didnt have to recite the fucking periodic table in French! But no such luck was possible because in order to cope with pa
of
my body I could move - so tightly that my nails were digging into my palms and drawing blood all unconsciously!

That wasnt the first time Elena exerted her dominance over me spectacularly, forcefully and undoubtedly, and neither w
time she brought me only a hair away from my breaking point, and yet I still couldnt say no, stop, or red

to her. I wanted her to punish me for existing. Not for a dumb girl who showed interest in me in Elenas presence. But, fo
unworthy, unlovable, unimportant; fill the void in me with so much pain that I didnt have to think that fucking desperate
out of me. But it was also my turning point in realizing that what I got from Elena was a way to cope with this hole, the
Because she allowed me to experience human touch; a woman's touch with intense pleasure and morbid pain.

But, more than that, on that day, she turned me around still shackled, cuffed and stretched out, put my punished back to t
against the

cold stone, and used a cane to welt and excite me by whipping my front side. Despite the pain, my body responded, and
hard for an erection, not fitting into the confinement. After having been satisfied with the beating she delivered, Elena un
suck me.

"You are not allowed to come! You must hold it in; if you can't, I will make sure that your punishment will keep your off
said with her predatory smile. Once she was done sucking me, making my cock throb for a release, she let go of me. She

nearly sagged to the wall behind

me, but I didn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me nearly break down.
Now, fuck me for my pleasure only! she ordered leaning back onto the punishment bench, and I
thrusted hard into her, reciting the Tableau Prodique des lments backwards until she screamed her
release, leaving my cock bruised, and dangerously desperate for release. But the pain of unreleased load
inside me hurt me like hell all the way to my toes, yet somehow something cleared in my head. I could
control me. I could

control pain, I could take a very hard punishment fuck, and still come out okay. I knew then I was finally in control of m
could be a dominant. I could be okay. I finally broke the wall of fear. I had none. That is not until Anastasia got into my

I look at my wifes face. Touch, she said. Yes, I had learned to experience touch with Elena, but I learned to live my lif

After a fashion, I say without elaborating, I frown, trying to chase away the memory. I look at my wife with fear. Ther
deal with, dark I had to walk through to get to the light. Darkness that consumed me, consumed

my life, and everything I did, then my sun rose, and chased away the shadows. And my sun is currently looking at me pl
If you grow up with a wholly negative self-image, thinking youre some kind of reject, an unlovable savage, you think

I know it well; and Ive taken a lot of punishment, beating, and I welcomed the feeling. Welcomed it! Desired it, wanted
I knew. I pause and run a hand through my hair. Ana, its much easier to wear your pain on the outside... I say, confess
torment I was going through inside. It gave me a morbid sense of normalcy. Elena didnt hold anything back with her pu
from me. But, her methods of control, however brutal they showed me how to channel my anger at the intensity I was fe
and held nothing back in its release and collected her own dues in blood, skin, flesh, blue balls... Nothing was off limits
only time she broke that rule, I stopped being her sub. I was strong, controlled, and mastered the art of channeling my de
pupil no longer.

She channeled my anger, I mutter as my mouth thins into a bleak line. Mostly inward I realize now. Dr. Flynns bee

was only recently that I saw our relationship for what it was. You know... on my birthday.

I had a suspicion that I wasnt the only sub Elena had. Clearly I was in Harvard and it would take me 3 or 4 weeks to see
to dominate, exert pain, and to fuck not that she stopped dominating me even if I was across the country. I had suspect
me, but I was her favorite boy toy since I was the best, darkest, and most intense. She liked controlling me; breaking into
continually wanted to exert her

dominance over me even after the sex between us was over. She managed to top from the bottom, I now realize. That be
it completely and confronted Anastasia.

Without having any control over her own behavior, in my parents home for fucks sake, not caring who would hear her,
Elena had shown both to me and to Anastasia that she wanted to continue dominating me. When Anastasia and I were en
to lose any hope of controlling me knowing that Anastasia hated her with a passion and my girl was someone Elena coul
control me through her. She panicked knowing I was in love with Anastasia and her hopes to get to dominate me
once again would be ended, and our horrendous fight ensued. But I didnt realize this until very recently, until I thought

I was Elena's longest male relationship. Longer than what she had with her husband, and she got to dominate me for five
that no other woman had done that to me, except her. I am one of the wealthiest, able mind and body, and strongest men
standards apparently Im one of the sexiest men alive. Clearly, having played a major role in shaping me, Elena doesnt l
dominate; someone who will most definitely cut her access to me. In a way, I submit to my wife, voluntarily. Thats got t
if not competitive, and possessive. But I am a bigger dominant than she is, and I protect what is mine, and those I love fi
needed to happen, but all in the past.
A visible shudder goes through Anastasias body, no doubt with the mention of Elena on my birthday, bringing forth the
mind. I want all of that erased.

For her side of our relationship was about sex and control and a lonely woman finding some kind of comfort with her b
But you like control, she whispers correctly assessing her husband.

Yes. I do. I always will, Ana. Its who I am. I surrendered it for a brief while. Let someone make all my decisions for m
fit state. But through my submission to her, I found myself and found the strength to take charge of my life.. Take contro
Become a Dom? she asks wondering whether it was my decision.
Yes.Your decision? Yes.
Dropping out of Harvard?My decision, and it was the best decision I ever made. Until I met you, I say and her face
Me? she asks having a hard time believing.
Yes, I whisper as my lips quirk up in a smile. The best decision I ever made was marrying you.
Not starting your company?I shake my head without breaking my gaze. Not learning to fly?

I shake my head again. You, I mouth. Undoubtedly, my best decision. I found half of my heart which was missing all a
without finding their other half, and its unfortunate because until that happens, theyre aimless not realizing theyre sett
hundred and fiftieth best. And yet, I found her, and I fell madly and irrevocably in love with her. Elena knew that before

She knew, I whisper.Anastasia doesnt understand. She frowns.

She knew what?

That I was head over heels in love with you. She encouraged me to go down to Georgia to see you, and Im glad she did
Which you did. Elena perhaps thought that once Ana was out of my life, Id get another sub, and move on until she and
intent only became evident in her very controlled, very well-rehearsed mind -- which didnt let any stray

thought out -- on my birthday because of her panic in hearing our decision to get married; her thought of losing me to he
is superior to any other woman I know. And in Ana's absence after she left me, I realized a lot things: I was in love with
insanely, completely and soul shatteringly. I couldnt live without her and I would do anything to get her back into my li
felt this way for anyone at all. Not for Elena, not for any sub I fucked, not anyone else I have encountered. Anastasia has
suddenly becoming the most important individual, because on a deeper level, I knew that her soul called out to me. Havi
my well-being and my sanity. It would kill me if she was with anyone else. And since most my time have been consume

about her; she became the sole woman who made me feel safe, centered my universe, making my heart and soul comple
Christian Grey standards.

Anastasia pales; clearly displeased knowing that Elena has had so much interference even though she didnt let it out and
She thought I needed all the trappings of the lifestyle I enjoyed. The Dom? Ana whispers.

I nod. It enabled me to keep everyone at arms length, gave me control, and kept me detached, or so I thought. Im sure
Your birth mom?

I didnt want to be hurt again. And then you left me. And I was a mess, I whisper, my voice barely audible. I wanted to
gone. I wanted my outside match with the pain and torment I felt inside. I spiraled out of control, because Anastasia took
me aimless, purposeless. My birth mom died on me. Not that she was good mom, but she was a mom. She just checked o
of facing her problems.

And Ana... She left me instead of confronting me. Anastasia leaving me that morning was the third worse incident of my
dead, and second was talking to her on the phone at the bank when she told me she was leaving me, after having her as m
leaving me, not just by herself but with a part of me in the form of our child.

Ive avoided intimacy so long I dont know how to do this, I whisper. Im going to make spectacular mistakes. I don
time I screw up. And part of the reason I didnt tell her everything about me was because of this fear... that she would lea
do. Im bad, worthless, rotten to the core, and shes good. Its doesnt add up. Elena was different, because I didnt have
and bad like me. I could understand that. What I had difficulty of understanding was that all these good people loved me
because deep down I knew I was unworthy of them. Yet their love was given to me freely, a gift. I didnt understand that

Youre doing fine, Anastasia murmurs, encouraging me. She traces my lips with her index finger, and I pucker my lips
Do you miss it? she whispers hesitantly. Miss it?

That lifestyle.

Yes, I do, I reply with another confession. Her face falls. I dont want Anastasia to think that she cant be enough for m
what I have known, what gave me control, and what made me who I am to a certain degree. But,
what Ana gives me is far more than that. I want her to understand this is what I miss about it, and not who I miss.

But only insofar as I miss the control it brings. And frankly, your stupid stunt I say losing my breath, I stop with the
sister, I whisper, completely awed by her act for me and my family because she loves me, though I still dont know why
her. She put her life in the line, and the life of our baby a baby she and I argued about only two nights before. Thats h
Know?
Really know that you love me.She frowns. You do.Yes. Because you risked so much ... for me, for my family.

I was ready to love her all my life even if she didnt love me, or even if I didnt completely understand her affection tow
I have heard her say that she loves me countless times, but still having these dark secrets, I felt that she couldnt possibly
knew everything about me. Yet, she surprises me at every corner. She loves me regardless of my flaws, and fuckedupped
secrets.
Anastasias frown deepens and the usual V, Ive come to love forms between her eyebrows.

You have a V here when you frown. Its very soft to kiss. I can behave so badly... and yet youre still here, I murmur. A
Why are you surprised Im still here? I told you I wasnt going to leave you.Because of the way that I behaved when

running my finger down her cheek. You were right. I am an adolescent. Anastasias eyes widen, remembering.

Christian, I said some awful things, she says trying to take back her words. But I put my index finger over her lips and
Hush. I deserved to hear them. Besides this is my bedtime story, I murmur and roll onto my back again.

When you told me you were pregnant I say addressing my wife, but also invoking the tiniest member of my family,
stop. Id thought it would be just you and me for a while. Id considered children, but only in the abstract. I had this vag
the future.

Her eyes widen with another hidden desire, but I dont probe it. Because there are things Anastasia wants to do, and goal
fervent desire in London when we visited the Austen house. She devoured the information. She
wants to discover the future Austens and Brontes.

Well, you pulled the rug from under me. Christ, was that unexpected. Never in a million years, when I asked you what w
pregnant, I say sighing. I remember the raging, boiling anger, overtaking me, and making lose control.

I was so mad. Mad at you. Mad at myself. Mad at everyone. And it took me back, that feeling of nothing being in my co
Flynn, but he was at some school parents evening. I pause and arch my eyebrow. Even Flynn let me be on my own in w
pick myself up, and grow. In hindsight, it was what I needed.
Ironic, Anastasia whispers, and I smirk. Indeed. Then I start recounting the aftermath.
So I walked and walked and walked and I just...found myself at the salon. Elena was leaving. She was surprised to see
find myself there. She could tell I was mad and asked me if I wanted a drink.

Its now or never. I have to get rid of my demons, exorcise them. I want to feel fresh; not this heavy load pulling my sho
rises up and down in rapid succession. I dont want to upset her, but I need to get this out.

We went to a quiet bar I know and I had a bottle of wine. She apologized for the way she behaved the last time she saw
nothing to do with her any more its narrowed her social circle but she understands. We talked about business, which
Now, I get to the real point Anastasia is curious about. I mentioned that you wanted kids.

My wifes face is shocked. This is not what she expected. She blinks and frowns. I thought you let her know I was preg
I know she thought that, but I would never betray Ana that way, even if I was extremely mad as I was then.
No, I didnt.

Why didnt you tell me that? she asks, completely surprised. Did my wife hit her head harder than I assumed? She nev
and she put me through the silent treatment, and moved out of our room, breaking my heart, and
scaring the hell out of me.I simply shrug. I never got the chance.
Yes, you did.

I couldnt find you the next morning, Ana. And when I did, you were so mad at me... I say sighing. I thought she hated
rights if she did, but I needed her desperately.

I was, she finally murmurs.

Anyway, at some point in the evening about halfway through the second bottle she leaned over to touch me. And I f
my eyes with the renewed disgust and apprehension. I cant divulge more into it, but Ana needs to know.

She saw that I recoiled from her. It shocked both of us, I confess. I had allowed Elena to kiss my cheek before, and she
create any negative reaction from me. But I had always assumed that it didnt have the sexual connotation she meant tha
knew the difference. My body at so many levels knew that Elena wasnt what I wanted or needed.
After her initial shock, Anastasia tugs my arms, wanting me to look at her. I lower my

arm, and turn my gaze into her wide blues. I must look like ghost with blood drawn. My eyes are wide, and Im scared o
What? she breathes her horror.I frown and my throat works on a swallow. Hard.

She made a pass at me, I whisper, still shocked at one level. Had I allowed myself to think that Elena would never do a
a sexual partner? How could I be so stupid for something that was so evident like the nose on my face.

It was a moment, suspended in time. She saw my expression, and she realized how far shed crossed the line. I said...no
years and besides, I say swallowing again... I love you. I told her that, I love my wife.

Anastasias gaze is firmly fixed on my face, searching. The truth in what I say? Or to see if theres more to the story. But

She backed right off. Apologized again, made it seem like a joke. I mean, she said shes happy with Isaac and with the b
any ill will. She said she missed my friendship, but she could see that my life was with you now. And how awkward that
were all in the same room. I couldnt have agreed with her more. We said our goodbyes, our final goodbyes. I said I wou
way. I summarize it as clean as I can, but completely truthfully.

Anastasias nostrils flare, and shes deep in thought for a moment. Theres fear and anxiety in her face. Did you kiss? s
No! I snort my answer. I couldnt bear to be that close to her.
When will she understand that she is my life. She, Anastasia alone.

I was miserable. I wanted to come home to you. But... I knew Id behaved badly. I stayed and finished the bottle, then s
drinking, I remember you saying to me some time ago, if that was my son... And I got to thinking about Junior and abo
me feel... uncomfortable. Id never thought of it like that before.

I dont tell her about my nightmare where Elena had her hand over our son. Thats too hard for me to think about. I don
Thats it? Pretty much. Oh.
Oh? leave it to my wife to simplify and understate something. Its over?
Yes. Its been over since I laid eyes on you. I finally realized it that night and so did she.
Im sorry, she mutters.What is she sorry about? I frown and ask. What for?
Being so angry the next day.

I snort again. I have written the book on angry. I deal with angry. Baby, I understand angry, I say pausing. You see, A
share you. What we have, Ive never had before. I want to be the center of your universe, for a while at least.

You are. Thats not going to change! she utters fervently believing in her statement. Thats not true. Shes been an only
children take precedence over even the love of your life at times. Thats why most people have problems in their relation
over their lives gradually. I feared losing her, and maybe falling into the trap of that complacency. I didnt want that futu

I smile sadly, resigned to our fate. I will never leave her even if she loves another person more than she loves me. Ana,
not true.

Her lips quiver, and her eyes shine with unshed tears. How can it be? I murmur and the dams burst.Shit! Dont cry, A
Im sorry, she says with trembling lips. I brush my thumb over it, soothing her.
No, Ana, no. Dont be sorry. Youll have someone else to love as well. And youre right. Thats how it should be.

Blip will love you, too. Youll be the center of Blips Juniors world, she whispers. Children love their parents unco
come into the world. Programmed to love. All babies... even you. Think about that childrens book you liked when you w
You loved her.
My brows furrow, I withdraw my hand, and fist it against my chin.

No, I whisper. No, I didnt love the whore. She didnt love me! She allowed some douche bag to abuse me. She did no
when the going got though, she checked out! I dont love her!
Yes. You did, she insists crying. Of course you did. It wasnt an option. Thats why youre so hurt.
I gaze at her, unable, and afraid to look elsewhere. If I do, the horrendous memories will flood.

Goodbye Christian, were her last words. Not, goodnight! Goodbye. She knew she was leaving me alone in the world
protecting me, by leaving me! By being the shittiest mother! Im afraid to love her... What does that make me? I continu
expression.

Thats why youre able to love me, she murmurs. Forgive her. She had her own world of pain to deal with. She was a

She did have her wretched life to deal with. She had no control over her life either. Someone else made the decisions for
the detrimental choices. Men... endless number of them. And the fucking pimp! I have this urge to find the fucker and m
destroying every shred of humanity in her so thoroughly that she couldnt find a way out, except to kill herself before he
mother. But she did a couple of things I loved. She baked me a birthday cake. Chocolate. I felt special, and cherished. Th
hair. Just the two of us. No one else

bothering. A rare moment of joy.I used to brush her hair. She was pretty, I whisper.One look at you and no one would
whisper, and even I have a hard time hearing my voice.

She nods in agreement, and I close my eyes, the pain is raw. Im the son of a crack whore who was a shitty mother. A ho
to protect her own child. Ive been told of mothers in the middle of African desert where I send food shipments. Women
nothing to eat, and they fiercely protect their children in worse conditions. And yet, my own damn mother didnt do that
doesnt fall far from the tree?

Im scared Ill be a shitty father, I whisper. Then itll be someone elses life Ill be fucking over.

Anas hand gently reaches to my face, and she strokes in. I find myself leaning into her touch, fill me with warmth, and c
Christian, do you think for one moment Id let you be a shitty father?

Her determined voice is what makes me open my eyes. I gaze at her for an eternity. My wife is my rock. This little girl c
and feel relief for the first time. No, I dont think you would, I say caressing her face with the back of my knuckles.

What did I do to deserve her, deserve her love? My wife is the strongest person I know. Shed kick my ass, and Elenas a
dominants, and raise a child fearlessly on top of that. I am in awe of her, of her strength. God, youre strong, Mrs. Grey
I didnt know I could.
How can I love someone more and more each day? But she manages to surprise me at every corner.
Oh, Christian, she whispers.Now, thats the end of your bedtime story.
Thats some bedtime story... she murmurs.
I smile at her remark, completely relieved having left the darkness behind me. Hows your head?
My head? Does it hurt?

No, she replies, confused.Good. I think you should sleep now. She frowns, unwilling.Sleep. You need it, I comma
question.Oh? What? I ask, wary again.
Why have you suddenly become all... forthcoming, for want of a better word? I frown, thinking.
Youre telling me all this, when getting information out of you is normally a pretty harrowing and trying experience.
Is it? I ask in response, knowing full well that Im not one to divulge information.
You know it is.

Why am I being forthcoming? I cant say. Seeing you practically dead on the cold concrete, maybe. The fact Im going
wanted to know, and I dont want Elena to come between us. She cant. Shes the past, and Ive said that to you many tim
If she hadnt made a pass at you... would you still be friends?Thats more than one question, I say evasively.Sorry.
flushing embarrassed. Youve
already volunteered more than I ever thought you would.

My gaze softens. I sigh. No, I dont think so, but shes felt like unfinished business since my birthday. She stepped over
me. Im not going to see her again. You said shes a hard limit for you. Thats a term I understand, I utter most sincerely
Anastasia lets out a soft sigh of breath.

Goodnight, Christian. Thank you for the enlightening bedtime story. I lean down and kiss her, and her lips take over m
fireworks, and my blood is singing my body.

Dont, I whisper. Im desperate to make love to you.Then do.No, you need to rest, and its late. Go to sleep, I sa
you unconditionally, Christian, she murmurs as she cuddles into my side.
I know, I whisper, smiling shyly. But I love you more.
Lullaby Dixie Chix

A Last Confession
What lively lad most pleasured me Of all that with me lay?I answer that I gave my soul And loved in
misery,But had great pleasure with a lad
That I loved bodily. Flinging from his arms I laughed
To think his passion such He fancied that I gave a soul
Did but our bodies touch,
And laughed upon his breast to think
Beast gave beast as much.
I gave what other women gave
That stepped out of their clothes. But when this soul, its body off,

Naked to naked goes,

He it has found shall find therein
What none other knows,
And give his own and take his own
And rule in his own right; And though it loved in misery
Close and cling so tight,
There's not a bird of day that dare
Extinguish that delight.
William Butler Yeats
BOOK IVCHAPTER VIIHow Sweet it is to be Loved by You

I wake up with the first light of the day. I can never oversleep even if I had an exhausting week. Sunday had passed with
Welch. I only want Anastasia to recover, so Im not going to allow anything - work or otherwise to get in the way of her
she wanted to go see

her dad at the hospital. I gave into it, and the only outing we made was to the hospital to see Ray. But, to my surprise, sh
Why? I wont dwell on it for the time being, however it left a question mark in my head.
I come in to the kitchen in my pajamas and Mrs. Jones is already bustling for the day.
Good morning, Mr. Grey. Breakfast sir? she says looking up at me not surprised to see me not going to work today.
Yes, Mrs. Jones. Omelet, some fruits and a cup of coffee, please.

Yes, sir, she replies and eyes Taylor who is fidgeting in his place at the entry to my surprise. Im not surprised that he
fidgeting. Taylor never fidgets. Im immediately pure attention, my face taut.
Taylor? I ask with a quizzical eye, my brow lifting. May I have a word with you sir? he asks.

Yes, I reply still confused, and direct him to my office. On our way to the office, Sawyer and Ryan see Taylors nervou
each other a concerned look. What the hell is wrong?
I walk into my office, and Taylor closes the door behind us.

I walk around my desk, and take my seat. I look at the desk first where I fucked my wife which feels like a long time ago
my security who looks like he swallowed a frog and trying to regurgitate it by force if necessary. Clearly he wants to say
find him. I nervously tap on my desk waiting for him to speak. He clears his throat but the frog he wants to get rid of wo
What is it? Is it about Hyde?No, sir.The security youve assigned to Anas dad? Is he doing his job alright?

I spoke to the two guys who are watching Mr. Steele. Hes doing good job and being very stealthy; so no, its not about
Did Welch find out who paid Hydes bail? I ask getting impatient.
Havent heard from him. So, I guess not yet, he replies absently. Taylor doesnt do absent. This must be personal.
Is your daughter and ex-wife okay? genuinely concerned for him.

Sophies is wonderful, and the caddy bitch is still flying on her broom. At least thats the way she sounded when I talke
shes okay too, he replies.

Taylor! Youre making me nervous, and you know I dont do nervous, especially not after last week. Spit it out man! W
crossing my arms. I wouldnt blame him if he was after last weeks stress, but I would do everything to keep Taylor emp
got, and with what we went through together all week, I allowed myself to think hes as close to a friend I have as possib
Maybe not for him.

Leaving? he asks, completely confused. No, no, of course not. Its... I dont know how to put this in words. Just a littl
Are you well?

Yes, I think so, sir, I am, he replies and he wrings his hands like Ana does when shes nervous. I narrow my eyes to see
remember Mrs. Jones giving him a look. Is Gail pregnant, too?
Taylor! Is Gail alright?
Yes, and its about her... and me. I, uhm... he says smiling, I asked Gail to marry me, and she accepted. Thats what I
shock that

she said yes, considering Ive asked her for nearly the last four years, he says astounded. And I thought Ana took too lo
answer. Gail tortured him for four years! Damn! I grin immediately.
Congratulations, Taylor! I stand up and shake his hand. Im very happy for you both! But does this mean Gail wont
love her to continue working here. Shes become part of the family. I couldnt think of someone else taking her place.

Oh, no. She wants to continue working, he says and something crosses his face, a dislike of the idea of someone else a
better for

him to be close to her considering I require his presence in Escala 24/7. It would be too hard for marriage. I also hate cha
of Gail. Getting someone in the midst of our growing family would be hard. But, this is a decision they both have to mak
up to me, Id rather have her at home.

Do you want her to continue working here? I ask.

Of course, sir. Gail loves working for you and Mrs. Grey. And of course shes completely stoked about the baby. I don
someone elses care. I agree and support her in her decision.
Well then, when is the happy day?

I dont know yet, sir. If Gail were to agree, Id say this afternoon, but we dont have a date yet. But I do know that wed
house as well as before your baby is born," he says, and making us a priority in their personal affairs would not have ma
amply, but I find myself more attuned to his kind gesture. After what he had done last week, I'm in his debt.
Let me know what you need. Your wedding and honeymoon will be a gift from Mrs.

Grey and me, and once you determine the dates, Ill make sure the jet is available for you to utilize for your honeymoon.
allocate a budget for your use, and I'll e-mail you the details once it's available, I say.

Mr. Grey, thats... he says shaking his head unbelieving, thats extremely generous of you both. I...uhm... for once m
Thank you! he says finally, and leaves the room without another word, more dazed than he already

was. I shake my head, smiling, and happy. When I get to the kitchen, my breakfast is ready. Gail takes my omelet from t

Congratulations Gail, I say finding Mrs. Jones somehow inappropriate since she will soon become Mrs. Taylor. She sm
completely blissful.
Thank you, Mr. Grey, she replies.
Im very pleased to hear that we wont lose you after you become Mrs. Taylor."
I love working and looking after Mrs. Grey and you, sir. Im very much looking forward for the babys arrival, as well.
Mrs.

Grey and the baby when the time comes, she says smiling, but realizes that I might still have some apprehension over th
head, and returns to her work in the kitchen. I turn my head around after hearing the clicks of Anas high heels. Her sexy
midair. There I find my wife in an indecently short black skirt, and her white silk blouse with frills. Her black Louboutin
Shes wearing light make up, the vibrant blue of her eyes are rimmed with mascara, her full lips are glistening with lip g
on her back.
Seeing her all hot, but dressed to go to work makes me frown.

Good morning, Mrs. Grey. Going somewhere?

Work, she replies simply, smiling.
She must be trying to be amusing. I snort with her ridiculous reply. I dont think so. Dr. Singh said a week off.

Christian, Im not spending the day lounging in bed on my own. So I may as well go to work. Good morning, Gail, sh
trying to hide her smile.
Mrs. Grey. Would you like some breakfast? she asks.
Please.
Granola?

Id prefer scrambled eggs with whole wheat toast. What the hell did she ask? Did my wife just volunteered to eat a hea
because Mrs. Jones is now grinning widely.
Very good, Mrs. Grey, she replies Ana.
Ana, you are not going to work, I say as firmly as I can, getting back to my original argument.
But... she tries to retort.

Nope. Its simple. Dont argue with me, I say adamantly giving her a stern look. Anastasia tries to glare at me, but whe

time its her turn to be surprised. Im still in my pajama bottoms, and my t-shirt from the night before.
Are you going to work? she quizzes.No, I reply simply. Anastasia looks around for a clue, confused. It is Monday,
it?I smile at her perplexity. Last time I looked.Are you playing hooky? she asks narrowing her eyes.

Im not leaving you here on your own to get into trouble. And Dr. Singh said it would be a week before you could go ba
a week with my wife. I left her for one day, and she nearly got killed. Im not doing that again.

Anastasia sits next to me on the bar stool, and as she sits, she makes sure that her short skirt is pushed up on her leg. Oh,
Twinings tea before her.

You look good, I say, and she crosses her legs hitching her skirt even further up. Damn! Shes trying to push my limits
Very good. Especially here, I say noticing that shes not wearing full stockings, but

thigh highs, and my finger traces the bare flesh right above her stockings and below her skirt line. This skirt is very sho
want other men ogle my wife.
Is it? I hadnt noticed, she responds coyly.

My wifes attempt to be coy makes me suppress a smile as I gaze at her, but her repeated tries to entice me to have sex w
knows Im desperate to make love to her as well as her attempt to go to work exasperate me.
Really, Mrs. Grey? I ask raising my eyebrows. She blushes in response.
Im not sure this look is suitable for the workplace, I murmur.
Well, she drawls on the word, since Im not going to work, that a moot point.
Moot? I ask when she feeds me one of my favorite words back.
Moot, she mouths, making me smirk, I resume eating my omelet. I have a better idea.
You do?
Yes, I certainly do. I have plans to keep her busy today. I glance at her my eyes darkening.
We can go see how Elliots getting on with the house. Id love to, she replies with the prospect of an outing.
Good, I say grinning.Dont you have to work? she asks as an afterthought.
No. Ros is back from Taiwan. That all went well. Today, everythings fine, I say. Its a good day.
Its a Beautiful Day U2
I thought you were going to Taiwan, she says accusingly. Why would I do that when my world was falling apart back
Ana, you were in the hospital. Oh.

Yeahoh. So today Im spending some quality time with my wife, I say. Taking a sip of my coffee, I smack my lips to

Quality time? Anastasia asks her eyes are wide, hopeful for a different kind of quality. Her hopeful demeanor doesnt e
disregard. She smiles at Anastasias remark as she places a plateful of scrambled eggs before her.
I cant help but smirk. Quality time, I confirm, nodding.

Her eggs smell delicious, and before she can utter another word, she turns to her food and closing her eyes she inhales de
such an appetite, you would think she just came out of a famine. I just love watching her eat.

Its good to see you eat, I murmur. Then I stand up from my seat and lean down to kiss her hair. Im going to shower,

Her eyes widen with renewed hope. Turning to me with a mouthful of food, Uhm... can I come and scrub your back? s

No. Eat, I order. As I leave the breakfast bar, I pull the hem of my t-shirt and tug it off my body. I can feel my wifes s
with her right now, but I can tease her. When I do have her again, I know we wont be able to keep our hands off each ot
she's healed.

I quickly stick my head into Taylors study on the way.

Taylor, have Gail prepare a picnic basket for us, discreetly. Im going to take Mrs. Grey for a picnic at the big house. Il
Certainly, sir, he says, giving me a rare smile having recovered from his earlier daze.

I take my time in the shower to give Anastasia time to finish her food. After the shower, I put on my white linen shirt and
top. When I come out to the living room, Anastasia has finished her breakfast.
Are you ready? I ask her noticing she put on a denim jacket and switched her heels with flats.
Yes, she replies.I look at Taylor; he gives me an imperceptible nod.
I thought wed visit Ray first, I say because I want to spend a good part of the afternoon at the big house.

Oh, yes. Id love to see Ray, she says cheerfully. Maybe today shell tell him about the baby. Im curious to see what s

When we arrive at the hospital, Ray is accompanied by Jose Rodriguez, Sr. watching a soccer game on the new plasma T
remain in the

hospital for some time, he can at least have better TV since he has no other entertainment. Im pleased to see that hes en
attention and her eyes shine, completely happy. What makes her happy, makes me doubly joyful.

After greeting and shaking both Rays and Mr. Rodriguezs hand, I pull up a chair and sit to watch my wife interact with

Im so happy to see some color in your face. You are radiant! remarks her father as she hugs him. Ana blushes, and tha
We stay with them nearly half an hour, but I notice that Ana doesnt tell her father that

were expecting a baby. Her reticence makes me even more curious. Is she concerned in any way that I dont want our b
didnt give any indication to that thought. Its not that I am no longer scared or worried. Because I am. What if I suck at
father Ana thinks I will be? I am determined to try very hard and work at it. Having Anas and Juniors lives in danger ch
clicked in my mind and I finally fully realized that this is my baby! Instead of being an undesired condition, he is now a

That little person safely tucked inside my wife womb is someone who will irrefutably show the world that hes the produ
Anastasia and I have for each other, and irrefutable proof that his mother is undoubtedly my woman. The thought oddly
she turns to look at me.

When we leave Ray and Mr. Rodriguez to themselves, they look happy to get back to whats left of their soccer game. A
Rodriguez fills Ray in with what hes missed.

I take Anastasias hand and lead her to our car. Having spent part of last week here in the hospital worried sick for my w
parking lot. I drive north on the freeway feeling free as a bird today. Im with my wife driving to our

future home. I can feel her gaze drinking me in; desirous and hungry. Turning to glance at her, I grasp her leg above her
A sharp intake of breath is caught on her lips. Im glad you didnt change, I say, liking the easy access to her legs, keep
connection. If I cant have her, I have to have this link. I need it. She puts her hand above mine.
Are you going to continue to tease me?
Maybe, I say giving her a crooked smile. Why?
Because I can, I respond grinning, completely happy. Shes hot and bothered, and somehow its sexy as hell.
I move my finger up to her thighs teasingly.

Two can play at that game, she whispers. She just upped the stakes; my favorite game. I move my fingers even higher
Bring it on, Mrs. Grey, I grin ear to ear.

She narrows her eyes, and huffs her breath through her nose. Gingerly picking up my hand, she puts it back on my knee.
hands to yourself.
I smirk at her frustration. As you wish, Mrs. Grey.

She looks at me uncertain, realizing she may not get her way after all. If she only knew that the one thing thats restraini
way with her is the knowledge that she is still bruised up.

The rest of the drive to our new home is relatively quiet. When I reach the driveway turning into our house, I stop at the
The wrought iron ornate white gate swings open. A few seconds after I drive up the road, I can hear the gate closing beh
road is tree lined with the end of summer and early fall colors with a blend of green, yellow, and burnished copper. The g
though we can still green with the dotted wildflowers in it. I have to remember to have evergreen grass put before we mo
handle Seattle winters. I just realized that I dont have much domestic skills. Oh fuck it! I have hire a groundskeeper. As
both smell the briny salty bite of the sea air.
We can even hear the waves lapping at the shore.

Anastasia looks excited and tranquil at the same time. Once I turn the curve on our private road, the big house comes int
company trucks emblazoned with GREY CONSTRUCTION parked in the front. The scaffolding is surrounding the hou
hard hats are busy working either on the scaffolds or on the roof. I have a giddy excitement bubbling inside me. This she
my family: My wife and

child. The busy activity around our home shows that soon we can live here. By Christmas, Elliot said. I have to see the p
the deadline. But the idea of spending our very first Christmas in the new house is completely thrilling!

I pull the R8 outside the portico and turn off the engine. Lets go find Elliot, I say as I extend my hand out to her. Is h
I hope so. Im paying him enough.She snorts at my expression, and I grin in response.
We hear my brothers voice calling out to me. Yo, Bro! We look around to see him and his shouts at me again.

Up here! Hes up on the roof waving down at us, and grinning ear to ear. About time we say you here. Stay where yo
teasingly. Anastasia looks up to me quizzically, and I shrug. Thats my brother, what can I say? And he appears at the do
big smile, saying Hey, bro! and shakes my hand.
And how are you, little lady? he turns to my wife, picking her up and swinging her around. For fucks sake! Shes got
ignores me studiously.
Better, thanks, Anastasia giggles breathlessly.

Lets head over the site office. Youll need one of these, he tells us tapping his hard hat. He takes us to the site office tr
like designed to withstand the rigors of a busy construction site with high security and anti- vandal features. We take the
The door has three signs on it. Construction Work in Progress, All Visitors Must Report to the Site

Office and Site Office. There is a desk manned by a woman in a sturdy construction outfit, and tattoos up to her right

woman. Her hair is in a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She looks up as we enter.

Hi Boss! she greets Elliot, and gives us Anastasia and I a smile.Hey Donna! This is my brother Christian, and his wif
Ah, the bosss boss! she grins. What can I do you for? she asks in a no-nonsense manner as she extends her hand to
We need couple of hard hats, Elliot replies.

Sure, boss, she says and going to a metal cabinet, she retrieves two hats and brings them back handing each of us one.
blueprint of our house on the wall. Anastasia smiles and holds my hand as we walk out.

Elliot takes us through the front entry and showing us the interior which is now shell, a skeleton of what is to become. S
removed to allocate space for a larger, more open space, and some new walls have been built which are still
in studs. The floor is covered with what looks like burlap. Elliot takes a note of my attention and explains.

Yes, its burlap. Well, technically this particular one is burlene, actually. It helps the concrete cure in the bottom, and ec
green all the way wherever possible, bro! he says proudly. Some of the walls are covered in plastic sheets, and sectione
workers, both men and women working around. Elliot has a copy of the blue print, and shows us different parts of the ho
the stone staircase with the iron balustrade still in place draped in white dustsheets.

When we walk into the Great Room which will become our main living area, Anastasias eyes brighten. The back wall in
make way for the glass wall, and the new patio construction is also in progress. But the most magnificent view isnt the c
This is what my wife fell in love with, and this is the view what we wanted to wake up to every morning.

Now that Im down here, I can really appreciate the view you have here, Christian. When were busy in various parts, w
Elliot holding his hard hat up with one hand, then swipes the sweat off with the sleeve of his
other arm, the he puts his hat back on.
Yes, we love the view, I respond looking at Anastasia.
Gia has done well with this design, Ana agrees gesturing the missing wall, looking at the view. Elliot explains us how
phase, professionally, and patiently.
All in all, we are going to work hard to finish your home so you can be in it right before Christmas.
Im not sure. There seem to be a lot to accomplish. Christmas sounds a little optimistic.

It is an estimated time frame, Christian. But we have done several project this scale, even bigger. I have never missed a
working each day in two shifts. Im pretty confident that we can finish it by the date Im giving you. We can do it, bro. M
Christmas tree. Theyre not easy to come by, he says smiling confidently.

Oh, really? You can get us in by Christmas, Elliot? Anastasia asks clearly excited having to spend the Christmas overlo

You just upped the stakes. You better deliver, bro, I say arching my eyebrows. I wouldn't want to disappoint Anastasia

Dont worry about that. Let me now show you your new kitchen, he says and shows where everything else will go, tho
upcoming glory.

That concludes our tour. Ill leave you two to roam. But be careful. This is a building site, he reminds us.

Sure. Thanks, Elliot, I murmur in response, and take Anastasias hand. Happy? I ask searching her face after my bro
the empty shell of what will become our kitchen. Shes thinking, but her eyes are glinting with joy.
Very. I love it. You? she asks. When shes happy, Im happier. Why wouldnt I be? Shes my whole world.
Ditto, I reply, grinning.Good. I was thinking of the pepper pictures in here.
I nod. The art acquisitions from our honeymoon in France. I want to put Joses portraits of you in this house. You need
She blushes, clearly still apprehensive of looking at her own beauty. Somewhere I wont see them often.

Dont be like that, I admonish her as my thumb brushes her bottom lip. I have a gorgeous wife, and those are amazing
times. Theyre my favorite pictures. I love the one in my office.

I have no idea why, she murmurs her response and kisses the pad of my thumb as she captures it with her lips. This sim
cock. Its like waking up a hungry beast to devour everything in sight.

Worse things to do than look at your beautiful smiling face all day. Hungry? I ask. Hungry for what? she whispers la

Its not enough that she has woken up my starving libido, but her desire of me makes me completely want to jump her he
Control, Grey, control. Breathe, in, out, in, out...
Food, Mrs. Grey, I response, my voice husky, and plant a soft kiss on her lips.

She pouts taunting me and sighs. Remembering her other hunger...for food, for a change. Yes. These days Im always h
The three of us can have a picnic.
Three of us? she asks cocking her head to the side curiously, like I would. Is someone joining us?
In about seven or eight months, I remind her of our baby. She grins at my acknowledgement of the baby.

I thought you might like to eat al fresco. In the meadow? she asks hopefully.I nod. She beams completely overjoyed
Sure!

This will be a great place to raise a family, I murmur as I gaze down at my wife. I spread my fingers over her belly. Th
her who is a part of me, and part of my wife. A representation of us; of our unity. Anastasia holds her breath, and puts he
Its hard to believe, I whisper in wonder.
I know. Oh... here, I have evidence. A picture.
What sort of picture? You do? Babys first smile? I ask. I know nothing about pregnancies or babies.
She digs in her wallet and pulls out an ultrasound picture.
See?

I take and look at the black, white and gray-scale image for long seconds, trying to find a baby in it. Then right there, a t
represented on the
image. Thats going to be my child.
Oh...Blip. Yeah, I see, I murmur, marveled that my wife and created this new life. A very tiny new life.

Your child, Anastasia whispers.Our child, I correct her. Ours.First of many, she whispers. What? Did I hear her co

Many? my eyes widen with panic. I am barely getting used to the idea of having one child. Many, is an undefined num
number such as one had been difficult to digest. I cant think of having many children right now.
At least two, she counters her original offer of many.

Two? I say, testing the validity of the word in my mouth. Still sour; still hard to handle. Can we just take this one chil

Sure, she acquiesces, grinning. Dont torture me on a good day, baby! We finally manage to walk outside hand in hand
sights, scents and sounds of the end of summer are inviting and alluring.
When are you going to tell your folks? I ask still curious why shes holding the

information back from them. Clearly, it isnt because she doesnt want the baby. If it was up to her, shed have more chil

Soon, she murmurs absently. I thought about telling Ray this morning, but Mr. Rodriguez was there, she replies shru
question.
I get to the R8 and open the hood. I take the wicker picnic basket and the tartan blanket we have purchased in London. I

Come, I say, as I take the basket and the blanket in one hand, and I hold my other hand for my wife. We walk to the m

When we come to a spot far from the construction site and the prying eyes, close to the Sound, Im satisfied with the loc
hand for Ana to walk onto the blanket. Then I take out the spread Mrs. Jones soon to be Mrs. Taylor prepared. Anastasia

off the flats and lies down as she watches me put the food neatly in their containers for easy access. I kick my shoes and
raised my arms are on my knees. I cant get enough of Anastasia, the person who contains my entire universe. To think t

The breeze coming from the sound sways the tall golden and green grass, making me feel like we are in our own provinc
of course my phone buzzes to get me out of my reveries.
Mr. Grey, Im sorry to disturb you on your day off... starts Ros.
No, youre not, otherwise you wouldnt be calling me, I say.

Well, you got me there. No, I guess Im not. But, theres an important reason Im calling you about. I might have to call
Ok, whats up?

Initial deposits went through to Taiwan. All is looking good. We need to start the payroll base. Do you want me to trans
the first quarter?

Well that depends on two things. The interest rate of the Taiwanese bank compared to what we have with our current ba
the U.S. and Taiwan. Have Warren call me with the numbers, and comparisons.

Alright! Im on it! Have a good day off, boss, she says and hangs up. I put Anastasias head on my lap and slowly feed
Jones packed for us.
Something to drink, baby? I ask. Wine?Try again... I have juice and water.

Juice please, she says. I hand her a bottle of juice after opening the top for her. She takes it with a smile. My phone bu
me to relay the numbers. Overall, theres a small percentage of difference in where we keep the money, but Taiwan looks

Anastasia feels warm after having eaten, and remaining close to my body. She sits up and discards her jacket. I follow su
Just as I reach for a strawberry, my phone buzzes again.

Hi again, Mr. Grey. Warren said he talked to you. I have also just gone over his assessments. I will cut to the chase, and
payroll to Taiwan. That will give us a six months assessment how it will be handled, and what returns it will generate, an
do a comparison after the six months point. What do you say?
Sure, Ros, go for it.
Thats it?Yeah, I say. I agree with your assessment.
Uhm, okay, she says confused about my easy acquiescence. I hang up, turning my attention back to my wife.

Where were we? I say and feed her another strawberry. She slowly sucks it, and then takes a bite chewing it without ta
with wanton desire for her.
Tasty? I ask in a whisper. Very.Had enough?Of strawberries, yes.

My breath hisses through my teeth as voracity rises in me in leaps and bounds. A rampant sudden burst of lust covers me
and I grin at my wifes reciprocity. Mrs. Jones packs a mighty fine picnic, I say.

That she does, Ana whispers. The look in her eyes, the way she wants me, not just with lust but with love, awes me. I s

beside her then rest my head on her belly. Right here is my world represented in my woman and our child. I close my ey
beating heart. Her fingers lace in my hair, caressing me; making me feel cherished. And the moment is broken by anothe
heavy sigh, and scowl at the screen of my phone. Checking the name I realize its Welch. I spoke to him on Sunday. He w
important news. Fuck! I have to take it. I roll my eyes, and answer.
Welch, I snap. He doesnt dally around, getting right to the point.
We have identified the bail poster, he starts. My entire body goes rigid. I hold my breath.

Its Mr. Lincoln, the CEO of Lincoln Timber. My men are currently watching his every move. The fucker is so devious;
own hind legs! He put so much thought and effort in getting Hyde out on bail. I have a lot to tell you.
Are you free to talk, sir? No.
Alright. Do you want us to continue keeping an eye on the bastard? he says without any emotion.
24/7...

As you wish, Mr. Grey. I dont want to say much in front of Anastasia. I will have a field day tomorrow. Roger Fuckin
a criminal who was arrested for breaking and entering into my home and attempted kidnapping of my wife which resulte
and near death of my family. He knowingly tried to destroy me by freeing someone who attempted to kill me, tried to ha
in a platter, emasculate him in front of his entire company. I look at my wife who is curiously watching me. A cool, chill
satisfaction of what I am about to do to him. A visible shudder runs through Anastasia, her eyes wide, she continues to w
speed dial Ros.
Sir? she answers the phone.
Ros, how much stock do we own in Lincoln Timber? I ask.

As of last week 78%, sir. Shes like a walking ledger with photographic memory. Check mate for Roger Lincoln! I kne
what I thought.

So, consolidate the shares into GEH, then fire the board...Fire the board? she asks shocked, not sure if she heard me
Are you out of your mind? Thats twelve people, not including the CEO! I dont give a fuck! I shout back.

Christian, how much thought did you put into this? We might get twelve different lawsuits! They might claim the fire is
retaliation of some sort, she retorts back.
I hear you, just do it! I say. I have had all my ducks in a row before I have made this decision. In business, its money
with his
company.
Fine! Generally you'd like to do the honor with such firings. But, per your orders, Ill do it today, sir.
Thank you.Ill call an emergency meeting of the board members and announce their departure.

Keep me informed, I say hanging up, I find my wifes bewildered gaze looking at me. I look at her impassively for a m
want my anger blow up on my wife. I count in my head until I calm down. Once I give out a soft exhale, Anastasia speak

What happened?Linc, I murmur.Linc? Elenas ex?The same. Hes the one who posted Hydes bail. Her jaw sim

astonishment. Our worlds nearly collapsed, almost fucking ended because Lincoln wanted to pursue his revenge on me!
press charges. But that was her choice. And now that I have a family, hes going after all those I love to hurt them; going
repeatedly tried to harm us! My mouth is pressed into a firm line in anger. I know there's more to what meets the eye.

Well... hell look like an idiot, Anastasia murmurs, completely stunned. I mean, Hyde committed another crime while

My wife is the queen of understatements. If she only knew. What she had gone through broke her physically and emotio
fuckers reach her in any shape or form; not even the news of them. Anything about them will harm her. Not to mention s
know the extent of what had transpired, not if it's going to harm her. From what Welch had indicated, theres more even
pieces are falling into their places.

I narrow my eyes and smirk. You want revenge, Linc? Bring it on: Ill give you revenge even you cant dream up. Fair
satisfied with my decision. Keep her safe. Keep both of them safe.
What did you just do? she asks, kneeling before me, her face looking up to me.
I fucked him over.

Anas face is shocked. Uhm... that seems a little impulsive, she murmurs. Impulsive? Thanks to Lincoln, Hyde was fre
horse tranquilizer and when the needle broke he gave her a dose of date rape drugs. Then he beat the shit out of my wife
intention of killing both Mia and Anastasia and then skipping the country. All with the courtesy of Roger Lincoln

because the fucker hates me for fucking his wife. And Im impulsive? No, Im in a punishing mood. Linc wants to domin
Lets see who can dominate who.
Im an in-the-moment kind of guy, I reply calmly.
Im aware of that.

I knew Lincoln might eventually come after me. Ive seen results of his unrestrained anger. His purpose was to push Ele
and giving him an opportunity to drag my name, my familys name down in the mud, and making Elena into a child mol
Even if his revenge came

at the cost of going to jail himself. When it comes to revenge, I already know that Lincoln doesn't hesitate, and he didnt
anger. I had a feeling he might come after me someday, but I never had I assumed that he could go as far to harm my fam

My eyes are narrowed, and my lips thinned with the thoughts of what Lincoln had almost accomplished in his bid to infl
in such a way that he couldnt be directly accused. I can't leave this unpunished.
Ive had this plan in my back pocket for a while, I say acerbically.
Oh? she asks frowning.

I have to think what I can let her know. Its not because I dont want to share the details of my past. I have to give her a g
hate bringing all this shit to the surface, but she needs to know this one. I finally take a deep breath to speak.

Several years back, when I was twenty-one, Lincoln beat his wife to a pulp. He broke her jaw, her left arm, and four of
My gaze hardens like rocks. I have a feeling that Lincoln took great pleasure in the knowledge that my wife too was bea

that he would have been better satisfied if she and my sister were also fucked and killed. The thought
makes my entire body rigid.
And now I learn he posted bail for a man who tried to kill me, kidnapped my sister, and fractured my wifes skull. Ive
Anastasia turns ashen and shudders. Fair point well made, Mr. Grey, she whispers.
It is better that she thinks of me as a hard man than a husband who is incapable of defending and protecting his family.

Ana, this is what I do. Im not usually motivated by revenge, but I cannot let him get away with this. What he did to Ele
charges, but she didnt. That was her prerogative.

But hes seriously crossed the line with Hyde. Lincs made this personal by going after my family. Im going to crush h
nose, and sell the pieces to the highest bidder. Im going to bankrupt him.
Anastasias silent as her eyes widen.Besides, well make good money out of the deal, I say, smirking.

Anastasia continues to stare into my eyes that are burning with rage. She looks quite scared. Oh, no! I dont want to scar
family.
I didnt mean to scare you, I whisper.
You didnt, she says. But Anastasia is a hopeless liar. She lies so infrequently; she cant even make it sound truthful. I
You just took me by surprise, she whispers, then swallows.

I lean in and brush my lips, molding them gently over hers. I will do anything to keep you safe. Keep my family safe. K
splay my fingers over her belly, and gently caress it.

Anastasias breathe hitches. Our touch has the usual electric tingle traveling through my body, awakening every cell, scr
and see that she and I are connected. She feels what Im feeling. Lust, unrestrained carnal desire erupts, darkening my ey
sex. Im fucking hard for her now. Her hands reach out to my head unbelievably fast grasping me, pulling me down, and
lips find mine, tugging hard, scraping,

sucking and biting. Her invasion of my mouth is so sudden, she makes me gasp, and groan with full charge of sexual des
lips cover her lower lip and I suck it with full force, and then lick her top lip as my tongue darts into her mouth, reacquai
tongues, lips, taste, breath, and our unique brand of sexual charge.

Ana, I breathe her name, completely bewitched by her. My hand travels up her backside and to the hem of her skirt. A
trying to unbutton it, and completely out of practice.

Whoa! Ana... stop! I say pulling back. What was I thinking? Shes not well. My jaws clenched, I grasp her hands holdi
No! she protests, leaning up to clamp on my lower lip with her teeth, and tugs it. No, she murmurs again, gazing up
you, she utters with such a yearning, shes bringing all my defenses down.

I inhale sharply. I want her desperately. Its been days, feels like years. Heres the woman I love with everything I got, an
fucking cant say yes, because Im too afraid Ill hurt her. Shes still bruised up.

Please, I need you, she begs. Her gaze is pleading, her body is positioned in such a way that its ready to merge with m
desperately. I groan, and give up. Fuck it! I lean down, and my lips find her, shaping, molding, tasting, massaging, givin
created for each other. I hold her head with one hand gently as to not to jostle her while my right hand skims down her b
back on the blanket and stretch beside her without contact with her lips.

I pull back, and hover over my wife, gazing down at her as if Ive not seen her in so many years. This is my second chan
nearly
dying on me. You are so beautiful, Mrs. Grey.
She smiles, and her hands reach up to my face and caress me. So are you, Mr. Grey. Inside and out.

I frown. How could she think that after all that happened?Dont frown. You are to me, even when youre angry, she wh

Shit! Im so fucking in love with her! I groan, and my mouth finds hers again, pushing her into the soft grass under the b

Ive missed you so much, I whisper and my teeth graze her jaw. This is my soul shouting, because if I speak any loude
emotions that Ive never had before, charging my body, pulling me to her; making me want to never let go of her.

Ive missed you, too. Oh, Christian, she whispers clutching her hand into my hair the other hand hold onto my shoulde

My lips move down to her throat in a trail of kisses as my fingers unbutton her blouse

rapidly and expertly. When I undo the last button, I tug her blouse apart, kissing the soft mounds of her breast under her
appreciatively, ever nerve on my body alert. I can feel her breast enlarging already; her nipples are longer and firmer tha
can feel the subtle changes in my wifes body which is a wonder all in itself.

Your bodys changing, I whisper in awe. My thumb teases her nipple and soon its erect, straining through her bra. I l
the swell of her breast and her bra, teasing and enthralling her. Grasping her bra cup between my teeth, I pull it down, an
nipple with my nose which immediately puckers, and goose bumps form around her areola as a spring breeze rushes aro
my mouth, and suck it long and hard.

Ah! she groans, than inhales sharply as I shift, making her wince. Her bruised ribs are hurting her. Fuck!

Ana! I cry out, glaring down at her. I want her desperately, but Im too concerned that Ill hurt her. This is what Im t
preservation. I dont want to hurt you.

No! Dont stop, she whimpers. How can I fucking say no to her, deny her of something she wants from me, when I wa
hurt her. Her gaze is desperate with need, as if Im the food her soul needs. What the fuck do
I do? Wait, she can sit on me; ride me in her own pace.

Here, I say moving quickly, and roll over and make her sit astride me. Her sinfully short skirt is bunched up around he
thigh high stockings are mouthwatering.
There. Thats better, and I can enjoy the view, I say as my finger reaches up to free her other breast. As I cup both my
throws her head back to push them further into my grasp. My fingers deftly latch onto her nipples, teasing, tugging, and

hold her pleasure in and shouts out. The sound of her pleasure is my undoing. I sit up immediately, and suddenly we are
her. I kiss her while my fingers are still teasing her nipples. Her fingers scramble to my shirt, undoing the buttons, her

fingers rush to unbuckle all thumbs in her haste as if any moment Im going to stop her and shes in a race to finish the ta

Hey... I say gently holding her head and pull back to look at her. Theres no rush. Take it slow. I want to savor you.
Christian, its been so long, she responds panting.
Slow, I whisper my command. Shes still anxious. I kiss the right corner of her mouth. Slow, I breathe, then kiss the
tug her bottom lip with my teeth. Lets take this slow. I unleash my fingers into her hair, and keep her in place, taking
her, tasting, savoring, soliciting, and arousing her.

Her hands gently caress my face. Her fingers hesitantly move down to my chin and to my throat, and finally to my butto
shes done undoing the last button, she pulls my shirt apart, and her fingers start trailing across my chest. Finally calming
shes spread over me. She then sits up and looks down at me. My erection is seeking release, and feeling the ridges of m
her fingers, and gently traces them across my lips, then trailing down to my throat, over my Adams apple, and down

to my clavicle. Leaning down, she follows on the trail of her fingers. Grazing my jaw with her teeth, and kissing my thro
simply heaven.

Ah... I groan as I tilt my head back, giving her easier access to my throat. My mouth relaxes and opens in quiet devotio
aroused beyond belief. Her tongue trails down my sternum, teasing and trailing my chest hair. She inhales me in. She lea
scars, then another. I have

to have her. She wants me, I fucking want her. I grasp her hips, and her fingers halt their trail on my chest. She gazes dow
as if I ran a marathon.
You want this? Here? I breathe. Because, I am too in love with her and too lustful for her to stop once I start.

Yes, she murmurs. When her lips and tongue graze across my chest to my nipple, my fucking rocket lifts off. She capt
and rolls it with her teeth. This gentle pain and pleasure is enough to drive me insane.

Oh, Ana, I whisper. Circling her waist, I lift her, and tug at my button and fly springing my erection. I sit her back dow
cock. Then I run my hands above her thigh highs right where her milky flesh start, teasing, running small circles at the to
her sex, and touch her on her clitoris.

I hope youre not too attached to your underwear, I murmur with wild eyes, nearly delirious with my desire for my wif
slide inside, teasing her sex. Then I pull back and caress her over the delicate material, finally pushing my thumb throug
are splayed out on her thighs, and my thumb brushes against her sex again. When I flex my hips, my cock rubs against h

I can feel how wet you are, I whisper with carnal appreciation. I dont want to do this fast. I will take my time and sav
waist and we are nose to nose once again. I rub my nose over hers and inhale her scent.

Were going to take this slow, Mrs. Grey. I want to feel all of you, I instruct her. I lift her up, and ever so slowly, ease a
When I sit her back onto my fully hardened erection, she pushes down against me as if shes trying to reach the ground t
deepest corners of her sex.
Ah! she moans almost incoherently, and clasps my arms. She tries to lift up, but I stop her. I need to be deeper.

All of me, I whisper. She needs to yield me. I tilt her pelvis, and push my cock that last inch to find my favorite, deepe
me feel I conquered her inside out. Anastasia throws her head back, and lets out a pure choked cry pleasure. The sound o
dimension.

Let me hear you, I murmur. She tries to move up. No...dont move, just feel.She opens her eyes, her mouth is frozen
state is

heaven, pure pleasure. My eyes are fixed on my wife with a licentious stare. I shift, and roll my hips, but making sure sh
on her throat, kissing and sucking her gently.
This is my favorite place. Buried in you, I murmur. Please, move, she begs.

Slow, Mrs. Grey. I flex my hips again, rubbing that deep spot in her sex. She cups my face and kisses me; her kiss bec
Love me. Please, Christian, she begs.

My teeth slide over her jaw, up to her ear. Go, I whisper. Lifting her up and down, I make her move. But Anastasia has
really start moving, riding me, riding my cock hard. I place my hands around her waist, and match her move by move, rh
her back over the Sound.

Oh, Ana! I groan. Im a lucky son of a bitch. My head is back, my mouth open. The moment where I lose myself to pl

approaching. I hold her thighs and press over her clit, rubbing over and over again until she shouts my name losing herse
completely losing my mind in utter ecstasy. I have desperately missed this.

Anastasia lies against my chest as I cuddle her, cradling her head. Her hands are splayed over my chest, calming my hea
Relaxed.
Better? I whisper. She raises her head. Seeing the satisfied lover look on her face, I grin ear to ear.

Much. You? More than satisfied. I feel whole, complete once again.Ive missed you, Mrs. Grey, I say in serious chok
No more heroics, eh?No, she shakes her head fervently.
You should always talk to me, I whisper, my heart breaking once again that she didn't tell me what Hyde was doing.
Back at you, Grey.I smirk, knowingly. Fair point well made. Ill try. I kiss her hair.I think were going to be happy
overjoyed. Yep. You, me and ... Blip. How do you feel, incidentally?
Fine. Relaxed. Happy.
Good.
You?
Yeah, all those things, I murmur. She looks up at me, trying to assess something. What is she trying to dig?
What? I ask.You know, youre very bossy when we have sex.
Are you complaining?No. Im just wondering...you said you missed it.
Oh shit! Shes asking about that. Its not who, its just what I miss. Sometimes, I whisper, stilled, gazing at her.
Well, well have to see what we can do about that, she murmurs, wrapping herself around me.
I like to play, too, she murmurs glancing up at me. She amazes me at every turn. I find myself smiling at her shyly.

You know, Id really like to test your limits, I whisper. My limits for what?Pleasure.Oh, I think Id like that, she
Well, maybe when we get home, I whisper. If shes well enough. She nuzzles me again, and I pull her back and cuddle
Leonard Cohen - I'm Your Man
CHAPTER VIII THE ART OF WAR
Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a
thunderbolt.
Sun Tzu, The Art of War

Lincoln wants war. He must have been studying Sun Tzus Art of War, because I recognize the technique; he wanted to s
hes not a very good student. The first rule in the Art of War is to know your enemy. And Lincoln simply doesnt know h
Christian Grey persona outside. Its what everyone sees. Hardly anyone is allowed to get a glimpse of what is inside of m
one except Anastasia. I dont intend to spread it out for others to decipher anytime soon. One of the first rules Sun

Tzu teaches is that victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while the defeated warriors go to war first and then s
dont turn the other cheek. You attack all those I love and give every indication that you will continue to do so, there is n
ass from me. I dont believe in eye for an eye. And, I do forgive my enemies, but not before theyre hanged.

All Lincoln had to do was to leave my family alone. But, no. He deliberately aided someone who had every intention of
and kidnap my wife. With Lincolns help Hyde got out, and did kidnap my sister and my wife and nearly killed them bot
worst personal damage to me; and by aiding this fucker secretly to accomplish his heinous goal, Linc

wanted to rip my heart out, and sit back to take pleasure of my torment; meanwhile acting as if he had no hand in it. Not
through my wife, but he intended to rape the girls, and he managed to beat my wife an inch of her life and put my babys
personal! Linc wont stop if I dont stop him.
I've put Anastasia to bed nearly an hour ago. I call Ros. Good evening, Mr. Grey, she answers her phone.
Ros! I need updates, I say curtly, my manic energy so is fucking intense; it's oozing out of my pores.

About the Taiwanese? We followed your instructions, and half the money is transferred to our bank in Taiwan, she rep
Ros, I know I didnt just lapse into fucking Klingon! Thats not what Im asking about, and you know it!

Oh, boss, since youre so eloquent this evening, Ill tell you the other update... she says sighing. Ros is one of the very
my charms nor my wrath. Thats one of the reasons we can work well together, because she does

her job well, and tolerates my mercurial moods without so much a blink and manages to do her job superbly instead of g

I have called in an emergency meeting and fired the board as you asked. But, the CEO will know about this by tomorro
screwed with twelve law suits! she says with acrimony.
No, we wont, I say as I lean back in my chair. The leather of my chair protests with a squeak.

Is this a joke, Mr. Grey? Someone will leak it into the media stating it to be a hostile takeover. Knowing this, Ive done
reasons to give them the boot and a finger each. But we have had immediate leaks after we took over SIP despite the gag
Well have gag orders placed in. Besides, I own a large portion of the stocks, and you will get me the remaining shares

Im a step ahead of you Christian. Weve already had the gag order placed. However, you know that this is only the eye

Im well aware of that. If I didnt have all my ducks in order, I wouldnt have done it. But, I do. Who do you think is go
who are a bunch of overpaid pricks? I have poured myself over into all the financial data of Lincoln Timber in the last ho
directors met?
As far as its written in the bylaws, they're supposed to meet quarterly, and also have to meet whatever they prescribed
meetings etc...
Well, it averaged out one meeting a month. One fucking meeting! In the last meeting, guess what the agenda was?

If the Congress is any indication, Id wager and say that setting the salaries and compensation of company managemen
Bingo!
Are you serious? Who is actually running the company?
Yes, quite serious. The only decisions theyve all agreed in the last three years meetings and speedily approved are the
reviewing
the performance of the CEO who by the way rules them with an iron fist. But, you know they can vote him out! Ros
perfectly calmly, I am anything but.How do you know?

I shuffle the names, bios and very personal reports on the members of the board of directors in the several files I have be

Well, I would expect a better yield as far as income is concerned from a control freak like Lincoln. The domestic wood
with the expected new housing market, remodeling, non-residential construction, industrial construction as well as wood
This will increase even more so as early as the beginning of the New Year. The money is being made; I have examined th
more growth than what is shown.

I noted that too, sir. I had a feeling that someone, or a few someones were dipping their hands into the cookie jar. I don
ledgers as far as I have. I had Warren with me and we both divided the information a certain number of years. I had also
board members. Sam checked those for me, and marked the discrepancies. A lot of the numbers still didnt add up. In the
million dollars unaccounted for, and somehow the ledgers are shown in order. But theyre not.

I am pure attention, shift in my seat, and lean into my phone.

How much did you say?

$53.6 million Dollars, sir. This is over a period of thirteen years. Lincoln Timber has been a public company in the past
Its not skimmed in one or two years. Its been done over several years. Even though the companys growth is expected t
how we see it. That is an important piece of information.
Who skimmed the money? Did you see any indication that one or more members of the board could have done it?

Heres the thing sir. See, these guys have to kiss a lot of asses in the House and Senate because theyre going neck to ne
to see logging companies eradicated. There are indications that we know some of the lips of these guys so attached to so
lips end and the Senators asses begin. They might allocate funds for these politicians, but we found a lot of greasy hand
controlling, she says emphasizing the word, possibly thinking of my controlling tendencies, as you say he is,

he's turning the other way when it comes to their skimming from the top. There's a missing amount that points to the boa
number to be around $28.3 million Dollars. And thats between twelve guys and a few asses in D.C. You can see the poo
million is I must say admirable. Theres no trail. None, whatsoever.

Oh, no Ros. When theres an activity, theres always a trail. I know his secret. Its in the cash dealings, I say in an even

Cash? How could such large amounts of money can exchange hands in cash and no one know about it? And why would
problem
and countless other issues.

Simple. Everyone gets a kickback. And when you divide it into months, its about $660,000 per months. When you look
of money. It's about two bars of gold per month. When large amounts of timber sent overseas, he can always show the pr
get the money deposited to an overseas account.
What about the board members?

Lincoln controlled them all. He got good use out of them in keeping his game with the politicians, and possibly allowed
salaries are $150,000 each, yet they all sit on millions of Dollars of assets with no other business endeavors. If they reali
waist deep in sharks themselves to bother with him, and why would they? They had a steady income coming, the investo
minimal return.
I hear Ros take a deep intake of breath.In that case, I feel even better about firing their corpulent asses!

Corpulent? I laugh. You have a way with your words, Ros. Now that were on the same page, tell me exactly what ha

Im getting to it, Boss. Warren, Sam and I already figured out their part in the skimming. But when the trailed got cold
Lincoln was extremely stupid but he didnt struck me as one or hes the devils twin. I knew you would ask all the de
meeting, I had Barney set up a small camera from an inconspicuous angle, and he should have e-mailed video to you. Le

Ill look into my e-mails. It might be there already. I have not checked them in the last hour since I was going over othe
entail?

Are you kidding? Its my shining moment, Christian! she says with exaggeration. It shows how I kicked their asses, a
future, I have solid evidence of what was said to them, and what they did in response. We have clear indications and info

stating that the building is clearly monitored by video surveillance at all levels, she adds for my benefit. Besides... I w
see it.

Ill reserve judgment until I watch the whole thing and will let you know what I think about it when Im done watching
What are you gonna do with the CEO, sir?
Im going to rip him apart one lumber at a time, I say and hang up.

I turn to my computer, and log into my e-mails. Theres the message from Barney Sullivan. I click on the video. After a l
with a pen in his mouth, testing the connection and sound. He grins into the camera, moves his glasses up his nose, and l

I see Andrea leading the board members to the table one at a time. Theyre surprised to have been called for an emergenc
hear the confusion and anxiety to be called here.

Ros, Warren, Sam and two others from the Finance Department enter. Ros takes the head of the table. Warren is middle a
also doesnt mind appearing in financial papers. When the Lincoln Timber's board members see him, they greet both Ro
acknowledgement. The two members who are closest to Ros shake her hand.
Mr. Warren, Miss Bailey, starts the most senior board member after clearing his

throat. Im Cliff Huxley. When I ask this question, I believe Im backed unanimously. Is there a reason why we are call
GEH? A murmur of agreement rises among the members.
Where is our CEO? asks another member.

And who might you be? Ros asks calmly raising her eyebrows knowing perfectly well who it is. Its her method of put
Im Andrew Sheldon. Im the Executive Vice President of Lincoln Timber.

Of course you are. Lets get started then, Ros says turning her attention to Warren. Someone else clears his throat to ge
trying to decipher why theyre here. But their demeanor is snobbish.
Miss Bailey! shouts the man sitting in the opposite end of the table, across from Ros, as he slowly rises up in his seat.
have two minutes
to explain why we are here for an emergency meeting of all things. Otherwise, were all leaving.
Sit yourself down, Mr. Acers. You are no longer the CFO of any company. In fact Lincoln Timber no longer exists.
What?!? questions rise around the table.
How is that even possible? someone else shouts.

I suggest you all sit down, sirs, Ros raises her voice. We owned 78% of your shares yesterday, and as of this afternoo
consolidated within the GEH. We no longer have need of your services.
This is a hostile takeover! someone else shouts. No such thing is happening here, sir. Warren?

A grinning alligator interrupts, you take over 100% of our assets, consolidate into your company and say that this isnt

Jeff Henson, Ros raises her voice. Your allocated salary is $152,000 and yet you have dealings with paper companies
Blank Page,

and oh, Smooth Run toilet paper on the side skimming from the top, and have accumulated assets that are worth $3.1 mi
in three short years! Tell me again, how do you manage to do that?
You have no proof! This is an accusation which you will answer in court!

Oh, Id love to. And of course the Internal Revenue Service would love to hear how you have made this large amount o
on it, Ros says sweetly.
Murmurs run around the table.

Lets go over the finances; particularly the missing millions of Dollars. Of course we as GEH are interested in knowing
we have owned a large amount of shares, and yet we have been shortchanged over the years because of your... how shall
racking his brain.
Highway robbery, adds Ros.
Highway robbery? shouts the CFO managing to look offended.

Dont get too impatient Mr. Acers. Im getting to you, says Ros theatrically shuffling files. Ah, there you are, she sa
Acers shift in his seat nervously.

You have been a bit greedier, havent you Mr. Acers? I can understand your excitement. I love what you have done with
purchased from GEH. Thank you for your business. You have by far accumulated the largest assets among all the board
since you began working about five years ago. Im sure the prospect of not skimming from the top is stressful to you. Bu
return by 18%. Thats a wonderful return in this downturn of economy, dont you think Mr. Warren? she asks sweetly a

Meanwhile the yield from Lincoln Timbers last quarter was a whopping 0.25%... Tsk...tsk...tsk... she tuts wagging her
How dare you bring us here, accuse us, and... and... tell us that you have overtaken our company!

I know; Im sorry I neglected you Mr. Sheldon, being the former Vice President of Lincoln Timber and all... I was just a
beg your pardon, your assets that you accrued generously from Lincoln Timber, Ros raises her voice. Sheldon visibly p
taken the control of the joystick, because the camera zooms in on Sheldons face. You have not done badly for yourself
Acers, here. Congratulations!

Silence falls into the room as Ros goes on. Stop! Sheldon says.Shut up Sheldon, hisses Acers.Do you want to get in
I said shut up! Shes bluffing!

I dont bluff Mr. Acers. At your age of 52 years, a seemingly upright member of the society, you can finally lead a dece
you choose

to go against GEH, we will come back with a vengeance, and make sure that you get to be someones bitch at the State P
your yacht Pearl with your lovely wife Cindy, your 11 year old daughter Jessie, your 16 year old son Jake and your golde
wife would be devastated and lonely in your very long absence... And I have not even begun to talk about the $53.6 mill

unaccounted for and I am beyond sure that all the other investors would loooove to hear about the whereabouts of their m
What the fuck is Bailey saying Jeff? asks one of the younger members of the board, visibly shaking.
I said shut up David! Sheldon shouts.

I dont think so! Im young, and I have my whole life ahead of me. I wouldnt have gotten into any of these if it weren
not screwing up my familys future for you guys anymore! I had no idea you guys had accumulated that much money! H
much as I do? You can go fuck yourselves! What do you want Miss Bailey? he says turning to Ros.
I want you all to vote yourselves out of a job, sign an NDA, and you will be put under a gag order.
Thats blackmail! shouts VP.

On the contrary, I could have turned all the evidence into the Feds and still owned the company. Youd not only be out o
money as well. Im giving you another shot at decency.
Young David looks green on the gills. Warren pulls his chair closer to Ros to avoid any projectile vomit if David was to

This is your only and last chance. GEH owns the Lincoln Timber as of the last hour. You have all been fired. But for the
chance to vote yourselves out of a job like the honest men you pretend to be in the next two minutes.
Sam gets up with documents in his hand passing them around the table. If we dont?

If a single one of you doesnt sign, all of the documents will be turned over to the authorities. Do I have your agreemen
covers the room, and weak yeses can be heard around. Some just nods.

Ros stands, fixes the frills on her pale rose color shirt. Pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. She then turns to Warre

My colleague, Mr. Warren will take it from here. Nice doing business with you gentlemen, she says and exits the meet
clicking away.

Sam and Warren checks each document passed to them, one of my attorneys walk in with a notary who certifies the docu
Lincolns ass, minus the missing $53.6 million dollars hes hiding elsewhere. I will destroy him so thoroughly he will wi
I call Ros back.
The sale of Lincoln Timber, piece by piece starts tomorrow. I want to start with the assets.
I figured that was going to be the case from your less than happy demeanor earlier
today, sir. I have a few companies in mind that might be interested in the heavy machinery the Lincoln Timber has. This
few other lumber companies.

Great! Sell them off tomorrow! Then sell the lumber they have in stock, and sell the contracts with the trees to cut from
moved within the week off the property. Put the land on sale with the onsite offices... Sell the
trucks. Then sub-contract the workers to other timber companies. I want everything about Lincoln Timber
to be history within the next two weeks, I order resolutely.

I will, sir, Ros says hearing the you-cant-fuck-with-me-and-get-away-with-it tone. Remind me to

never to get on your bad side, Boss.
Good night, Ros, I say hanging up.
I slowly walk into my bedroom, grasping the hem of my t-shirt; I pull it off my head, and slowly get into
bed trying not to wake my wife up. She has one hand extended to my pillow searching for me in her
sleep, and the other hand is protectively over her
belly. My whole world is right here, in this bed. I take a sharp intake of breath with the sight of my wife.
The seeping city lights from a distance are dancing in her hair. God! Im a lucky son-of-a-bitch. Luckier
even to have Ana back in one piece. In that instant, the mere inches are too far from her and I
immediately pull Anastasia into my arms, spooning her. She gives a satisfied sigh in her sleep, and
snuggles with me. Holding her like this I let sleep take over me.

Good morning Seattle! Youre listening to K.O.M.O. 97.7 News Radio. Its 6:00 a.m. on the hour. Its 49
degrees outside with 62% humidity. Afternoon showers are expected around 3:00 p.m. We are now
connecting with Sue Romero on Chopper 3 for traffic... I
***** *****
wake with the sound of the radio, finding myself wrapped around Ana like ivy on a wall. I slowly untangle myself from
wake Anastasia.

Its been two days since we visited our house, two days since I ordered Lincoln Timber to be dismantled, and two fuckin
vibrating, and can discharge energy if I was simply touched. I need to work out today to get the excess energy off. I put o
leave the room.

Taylor is already at the entrance waiting in his workout clothes: shorts and t-shirt.
Good Morning sir, Taylor says as he presses the button to calls the elevator.
Morning Taylor, I say. He gives me a sideways glance and fidgets in his place. Taylor never fidgets. Somethings up.
You got some news for me?

Yes, sir. Welch called earlier. Yesterday afternoon Ros sold all the heavy machinery that once belonged to Lincoln Timb
morning. And someone informed Lincoln telling him the heavy machinery is being moved, and theyre legitimately sold
in his boxers and a t- shirt. He was pissed like an ornery bull when the security we placed tried to prevent his entrance to
CEO of a company that longer exists. When Lincoln tried to fight with the security, he was escorted out in police custod
in trespassing private property, assault charges and destruction of private property, Taylor says trying to keep a straight
Assault charges?

Yes. He beat two security guys up pretty badly. One is hospitalized with broken ribs. Second security guard got a broke
he got kicked by Lincoln repeatedly. Two other security guards helped to subdue him and

managed to cuff Lincoln and held him locked up until the cops were called. Even then he managed to destroy some item
lawyers are trying to get him out in bail, but its too early for the judge to be at the court. Welch wants to pay him in kind
paperwork got lost.

I nod, and take my Blackberry out just as the elevator door dings open at the gym. I dial Welch.Welchs here, he answe
for hours.

Grey... Welch, Taylor got me up to speed with Lincoln. Do whatever you need to do to keep him locked up for 24 hours
attorneys want to fix the last fuck up they had in Hydes release, now is their chance.

I dont think that would be a problem sir. We have security camera feeds, and its clear that Mr. Lincoln is a violent man
during my search for Hydes bailer, I have met a very interesting waiter who tipped me off on a lawyer named Albert. He
lawyer. I showed a picture of Lincoln and he immediately recognized him. He said he called himself Brioni, but the wa
he was wearing a Brioni suit, Armani silk tie and Ferragamos Giostra Croc loafers.
How would he know all that? I ask skeptically.

Mr. Grey, its one of the most upscale restaurants in Seattle frequented by the wealthiest of the state, and the waiter is as
him as Tim Gunn. He immediately knew that Lincoln was lying about his name after he said his name was Brioni after a
Lincoln to be in control and commanding. He said that Mr. Lincoln was predatory like a lion dressed in an expensive sui
in this guy. It took $2000 to unravel his fear. I also got the reservation list and discovered the name of the man Lincoln w
Cohen. Hes not Lincolns regular lawyer. But it appears that he has used this guys services a handful of times and only
name came up when Mrs. Lincoln was attacked a few years back. Thats when this lawyer who was representing Lincoln
who does Lincs dirty work!

But, the most interesting bit of information I got after I took Albert for a ride with a few of my colleagues yesterday wa
cash. Large

sums of cash, he enunciates. The cash travels around a few hands quite safely I might add via this guy to reach its inte
enough but after weve coerced him to cooperate with us, he fessed up that he gets a hefty sum of cash each time he perf

apparently likes to be referred only

as Sir. The additional cash that was found with Hyde also came from Lincoln, he says.

The mother fucking asshole! I hiss under my breath, and Taylor looks concerned with my colorful epithet. I want you
$53 million Dollars he stole from the investors.
About that... he starts.
What?

Weve discovered a safe in the office he used at the Lincoln Timbers offsite office. There was over $2 million Dollars i
information of some offshore bank accounts. But the balance in those accounts only totaled up to be around $17.2 millio
course. We still have the larger sum unaccounted for.

Keep digging! I want all his offices to be examined. The headquarters as well. He no longer owns the building, and he s
offices.
One more thing sir... There are saved newspaper articles regarding your marriage,

your accomplishments, the SIP, GEH, Hydes break-in, Mrs. Greys and Miss Mias kidnapping, the ransom, and Mrs. G
letting the information sink in.
What else? I ask through gritted teeth.

If the article printed a picture of Mrs. Grey and you, he crossed out Mrs. Grey's image with a large X in red marker, and
clearing his throat. My anger rises.
Spit it out Welch!

He must have been vengeful or angry because it was evident that he pressed the marker really hard to cross her image.
indicates a personal grudge. Though we have searched for any evidence that could tie Mrs. Grey to Mr. Lincoln, there is
Mrs. Grey personally at all.
Its because there isnt any connection! I hiss.

Yes, sir. But we could not have made that assumption without substantial evidence. We had to make sure that there was
Lincoln. By deductive reasoning, we have found one and only connection: you. He targeted Mrs.

Grey because shes your wife. But that conclusion only came after we put nearly twenty pictures of you and Mrs. Grey t
clipping he collected in a file. He didnt take a newspaper article with a picture or a magazine image that didnt contain t
was that he wasnt targeting Mrs. Grey at all... Well, let me correct that, he was targeting Mrs. Grey but in a way to dedu
the picture. He was leaving your stranded and alone. We couldnt see this until we put all the articles and pictures

on one wall. That's when the intent emerged: A Christian Grey without a wife. So, the grudge was personal, but it was yo
Mrs. Grey.

Hyde, of course was the perfect tool for that purpose because of his hatred for you and Mrs. Grey. It would never occur t
it had Hyde succeeded in his attempts. I feel my rage rising in me again.

Make sure hes not set free on bail for 48 hours. Allocate my lawyers immediately to represent the security guards to su
them." My voice is low, and menacing.
You said 24-48 hours, sir.
I changed my mind. 48 hours. I will give the fucker the surprise of his life when hes released on bail! I hiss.
Yes, sir.
Taylor is eyeing me with concern. I walk into the gym, and go to a corner near the punching bags. I dial Ross phone.
Good morning Boss, she answers the phone.

Ros, you have 48 hours to liquidate everything of Lincoln Timber. I dont want even a single leaf with that name left by
Oh, you spoke to Welch already, then.
I did.

Heavy machinery is being moved today. I will sell the timber among three home builders a little under the market value
money. And it turns out; Lincoln Timber has screwed a couple of other timber companies in business dealings by constan
their deals. These two companies, Northwest Timber and Miller Timber reached out to us after the word got out. They do
the land and office space

right out under King Lincoln himself. And thats the title they used, not me. Apparently Lincoln is a self-titled man: King

The timber companies have 50% of the asking money, but they need to secure a bank loan for the rest of the 50%. As lon
loan them the money today and this way we can make more money on the deal than I originally

estimated. If we sit on the property and work force, well lose money because we are in the process of dispersing it. But,

Do it! I say grinning as I hang up. You wanted to fuck with me Lincoln? Game on! By the time I spit on your face, Ill
Taylor looks at me after I hang up. Treadmill or punching bags? he asks. Punching bags, I reply.
***** *****

When we get back to my Penthouse, Anastasia is still sleeping. Pregnancy is making her hungry and tired. I gaze at her a
than ever, her hand still outreaching my pillow. I want to kiss her and hold her but she needs all the rest she can get to he
to the en suite bathroom and turn the shower on. Quickly divesting my clothes off, I take a shower. After my shower, I p
I check on Anastasia, but shes still deep asleep. I go back out to the living room.
Breakfast Mr. Grey?

Yes, Gail. My usual. Ill have my coffee now, I say as I sit at the breakfast bar. She brings me a steaming cup of coffee
a warm plate of egg whites and bacon before me within a few minutes. Then she fills my coffee up. As Im halfway thro
pale blue a wraparound dress which is making her blue eyes even brighter. Her hair is in a ponytail.
Good morning, Mrs. Grey, I greet her with a smile.Good morning, Christian, she says leaning in for a kiss. I encase

and holding her in my embrace, I give her a deep kiss. Gail studiously ignores us, but then I dont give a shit about who
exam with my tongue. When our lips part, were both breathless and Anastasias cheeks are flushed.
Guess, you missed me, she says smiling.You have no idea! I murmur as I sit her on to the seat next to me.
What would you like this morning, Mrs. Grey? Gail turns around handing Anastasia her tea.

Uhmm... Ill have waffles, eggs, bacon and some melon please Mrs. Jones. Im starving! she says. Gail gives Anastasi
mother whose child is finally eating without a fuss.
Dont you have work today? Anastasia asks.

I do, but Ill do my work from home... Whats the point of being the boss and not be able to take time off from my offic
I should go to work...You can do your work from home, Ana. I cant let you go until next week.
Christian, its Thursday for heavens sake! Im feeling better, she argues as Gail places her plate before her.

Mrs. Grey, this argument has been closed since Monday. You can revisit it next Monday. Until then you stay home, and
trouble, I say with an inscrutable gaze. Anastasia cuts and takes a big bite of her waffle. She closes her eyes as if shes s
her life.
This is great Gail! she says with a mouthful of waffles. Then turns to me after taking a sip of her tea.
Christian, I dont need babysitting. Im a big girl, she says and I raise my eyebrows.
Who says Im baby-sitting you? Im just trying to spend quality time with my wife, I say my eyes darkening.

Oh... she murmurs turning her attention back to her plate.I suppose I can read the query letters and respond to them,
a bite of her eggs.Would you like some orange juice Mrs. Grey? Gail asks.
Yes, please, she replies. Gail places a glass of juice by her plate. Anastasia is completely concentrating on her plate of
I hate that I cant stop eating, she murmurs.
Yet, I love you eating, baby. Youre eating for the two of you, remember?
Yes, but I dont want to get fat, she replies taking a bite of her melon.

Well get you a trainer who has experience in training pregnant women. That way you two can work out a regimen to k
is counting on you, I say. She places her fork down on the plate, her eyes glisten with unshed tears. Oh, shit! Did I say s

What a lovely thing to say! I love you, Christian, she says and wraps her arms around my neck tightly. After a few sec
hold her in my arms as long as she wants to be there. I make a mental note to ask her doctor if theres a
comprehensive book I can read on pregnancies. I have a feeling shes going to experience quite a few mood swings and

After breakfast Anastasia spends most of the day going through her work e-mails, reading query letters, and getting a he
to Welch and my lawyers who are responsible for Lincoln remaining in jail without a bail for the next 48 hours. After see

it was best for Lincoln to remain in jail to cool his jets down without bail, and the issue will be revisited within 48 hours
two other lumber companies, and the papers have been signed. But the land and properties formerly belonging to Lincol
Monday at the conclusion of the 3 day waiting period.
Anastasia is tired by noon, and I put her down for a nap while she is protesting and yawning.

Just for a little while baby. Your body clearly needs the rest for healing and its going through a lot of changes, and crea
to take its toll on you. Sleep, I order. Ill come and check on you later.
Hold me until I fall asleep, then, she whispers. I sigh. Fuck it! Work can wait a little
longer. I sidle next to her, and pull her into my arms, hum her until she falls asleep.
Bellas Lullaby

I leave Anastasia when shes deep asleep, and go to my study to work. When Im finished with the e-mails, Ross and W
Since Anastasia hasnt come out yet, Im going to let her sleep a little more. I sit at my piano, pulling the lid down so I d
Bleibet Meine

Freude by Bach: The Joy of Mans Desiring. Its a happy tune. I have my wife safe and sound. My baby and my sister ar
will deal with Lincoln when he gets out. Its a good day.
Jesu Bleibet Meine Freude-Bach

Once I finish playing the tune, I start over again and again and again. I only stop when my Blackberry buzzes with an in
hour? I take it out of my pocket, and open the message that jump-starts my heart and raises my libido to Defcon 1.
______________________________________
From: Anastasia GreySubject: My Husbands Pleasure Date: September 21, 2011 20:46 To: Christian Grey
Sir
I await your instructions. Yours always
Mrs. G x

______________________________________
I take a deep shaky breath. We were going to explore the limits of her pleasure, but shes still healing. On the other hand
wants me... And she really needs to be fucked thoroughly. It feels like its been forever. Shit! I dont want to hurt her, bu
need this as much as eating, sleeping and breathing. And her message does say my husbands pleasure. I am her husban
to her. ______________________________________
From: Christian GreySubject: My Husbands Pleasure ---- love this title baby
Date: September 21, 2011 20:49 To: Anastasia Grey
Mrs. G

Im intrigued. Ill come and find you. Be ready.

Christian GreyAnticipative CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
______________________________________I slowly but anxiously stride my way towards our
bedroom, barefoot. The door is ajar. I walk in slowly. Anastasia is kneeled by the door in her blue lace
panties and place blue lace camisole. Her fingers are spread on her legs, her eyes downcast. My Playroom
over washed jeans are neatly folded by her. The sight of her, what she wants to do for me, to please me, to
fulfill my needs makes my heart jump start. She really wants this! She wants this is for both of us.
She will never be a submissive, but this will do. This is heaven. I feel the lump in my throat, because this
is Anastasias gift for me; for both of us. I finally lean down in a gesture to accept what she is offering me
and pick the jeans up. I can see her chest rising up and down deeply with anticipation and excitement. My
wife wants to play. We aim to please. I walk into my closet with my playroom jeans she laid out for me. I
divest all of my clothes off and put my jeans on with the top button open. I walk back to my bedroom
where my wife is still kneeling. I stand before her.

So you want to play? I murmur.

Yes, she responds. Yes? Is that what we say? I dont respond. I want her to remember the rules. When I say nothing. I
thighs, and my bulge at my fly, at the open button at my waist. Then her eyes linger over my happy trail a little too long,
drinking me in like a man out of the desert thirsting for water. Her gaze connects me with her, my synapses firing, desiri
meet with my gray stormy gaze, my head cocked to one side questioning her with an arched quizzical brow, she gets her
Yes what? I whisper, enunciating. She takes a sharp intake of breath, remembering.
Yes, Sir.

My eyes soften at her enthusiasm. Good girl, I murmur as I caress her hair. I think wed better get you upstairs now,
for a while. I hold my hand out for her to take her upstairs. When we reach the playroom door, I stop and bend down and
hard.

My wife is a switch. She can be both submissive or a dominatrix. She wants to submit to me, but instead of waiting for m
demand and I find her in a submissive position, forcing my decision to be with her. She is topping from the bottom. Fuck
I can get her.
You know, youre topping from the bottom, I murmur against her lips that I cant get enough of.
What? she asks.
Dont worry. Ill live with it, I whisper and run my nose along her jaw and gently bite her ear.

Once inside, kneel, like Ive shown you.

Yes... Sir.

I gaze down at this creature who is my wife, who loves me unconditionally and is willing to do this for both of us. Im in
with her. She bites her lip and walk into the Playroom. I go back to our bedroom and find her

pink Louboutins and a hair tie. Then I make a stop at the library. After taking one item out of the library, I make my way

When I walk into the playroom, shes kneeling by the door only in her panties; her hair is cascading on her back, eyes do
approve.

I walk towards Anastasia. Im in my Dom persona again.Ana, you may look at me, I say and she lifts her gaze up to m
extend my hand to her, and she takes it, standing up. Yes, Sir, she replies. I hold her hand and she walks into her shoes

Yes, Sir. She turns her back to me. I pick her hair at the nape and tug it and quickly braid it tying it in the end. I give a
back making her lips available for me. I kiss her hard and deep, with possessive urgency.
I walk her to the four poster bed.

I want you to now take your panties off... Slowly, I order. Anastasias breathing speeds up. She swallows and hooks he
running her thumbs around her panties and

slowly lowers them down. My cock is so hard; its straining against my fly, ready to get out. I want to fuck her deep and
depending on how she feels. But if I delay the gratification for both of us, our pleasure grows exponentially.

Lie on your back on the bed, I order. As she lies down, I get the spreader bar, lifting it up, I show it to her. I fasten the
Im going to fasten your hands now Anastasia. I need a show of hands, I say.

Yes, Sir, she replies holding her hands out with barely restrained excitement. I cuff her hands with soft

leather cuffs and tie them to the headboard. Now, I will put these on your nipples, I show her the clothes pins. She gas
with the clothes pins. Then, I walk to the stereo and shuffle to Rui Da Silvas Touch Me on repeat.
Rui da Silva ft. Cassandra Touch Me

Now, Anastasia, due to popular demand, we are going to play, baby. This is for both of our pleasure. Im your husband,
Sometimes dominant... she says, Sir, she adds. My eyes darken.

Im going to spank you with this," I say showing her the ruler. "Six or ten, Anastasia? I ask. Her eyes widen. She bites
Ten please, Sir, she says. Fuck me! I would love to baby.
I want you to count with me baby, I say and twisting the spreader bar, I turn her onto her stomach.

Lift that glorious ass up the air, I order, my voice is rough. She pulls her knees under her, lifting her ass up in the air; h

My hand gently strokes her buttocks, and then my middle finger dips into her sex, swirling. She moans. I take my finger
lift my
other hand up and land the ruler evenly on both of her buttocks.

One... she moans. I lower my aim, and swoosh the ruler in the air again landing it on her sex and the bottom of her ass
again caressing, then land the ruler again in a pattern. Three... she counts and groans with pleasure.

I massage her buttocks and stroke her sex between every other spanking. Her buttocks are pink with the blood rushing to
receive pleasure.

Nine... she counts, her voice needy, full of desire. And for ten I use my hand landing it right on her sex and buttocks, a
sex.
Ten... please, Sir, fuck me! she begs.

Hush, baby, all in good time, I murmur. Keep this glorious ass up in the air, I order, and dip my nose between the ap
my tongue into her sex, and swirl, pushing it deep. My hands grasp her buttocks hard, not letting her move away from m
Shes pushing her ass into me, seeking friction. I suck her clit hard with my lips, and my tongue finally tortures it with p
and between the blooms of her sex, and shes forced to absorb the pleasure because the spreader is preventing her close h
tongue. Then, unexpectedly I flip her over to her back, and seal her sex with my mouth again, but this time, I reach her n
an explosive orgasm, I squeeze the clothes pins, and pull them off her nipples. She screams my name in pure bliss. I imm

I want her with ferocious hunger. I quickly flip my wife onto her back again. Lifting her buttocks up, I pull her to meet m
Anastasias orgasm has been so intense, I can feel it rolling over my cock, and the muscles inside her sex are
still contracting. Shes trembling like a leaf.

She gyrates her hips, and I hold her in place.

No baby, I want you to feel every inch of me take over your sex! I say, and slowly feed my cock into her sex. Im final
myself in place.

Please, Sir. I need more! she begs again. She is so wet. Wet for me! I move out slowly, and move back in again, savori

Christian! Sir! I wont break. Fuck me! Fuck me, hard! she demands. Topping from the bottom again, but this time, I l
spear into her hard, my balls heavy and aching; slapping against her clit, stimulating her, driving her wild. My veins on m
and pleasure. I pull out again, and this time I let loose the wild hunger, the animalistic urge to fuck my wife, and comple
again quickly.

Hold it Ana! Dont come, baby! Savor it! Feel my cock taking you over! Possessing you. When I feel
her tightening, quivering around my cock, I slow and pull back. When the quivering dies down, I plunge
back into her again with ferocious speed but this time I don't stop.
Come for me baby! I growl. I feel her muscles squeezing me like a fist inside her, milking me for all
Ive got, making me come hard. I finally empty every last drop into her, taking over my wife... or she
takes over me.

I collapse onto her; my faculties are elsewhere with pure pleasure. I finally pull out of her, and undo her ankles and wris
arms, and

we both hold onto each other until sleep takes over us, melting our tension, worries, and troubles. At least for the time be

In My Secret Life - Leonard Cohen

CHAPTER IX CHECK MATE

Monday came fast enough. I wake up before the radio alarm goes off. Anastasia and I are wrapped in each others arms.
bed slowly trying to move my arm under her head. But that makes her roll into me, and she holds my torso in her sleep,
to fit her soft body to the contours of my hard muscles. As she moves to find a perfect position to sleep in my grasp, her
nipples awaken my senses. My erection springs, laying between us a thick and heavy rope, digging into her. Awareness o
soft flesh wakes her up.
Good morning to you, too, husband, she says smiling half asleep into my chest. Hi, I kiss her forehead.
Hmmm, she murmurs. Shifting her head slightly, she kisses my neck. "Guess you're happy to see me."
We dont have to... if you dont feel up to it... I say.

Anas hand reaches to my erection and she rubs her thumb over the burning wide crest of my erection spreading the dew
immediately fires up my body, and send shock-waves all through my extremities curling my toes. She fucking lit the fus
Weve gone all weekend without it. Cant treat me like Im made of glass, Christian, she complains.

I groan and take her lips with urgent demand, sucking her lips and feel the luscious softness. My tongue is all over her m
stroking in sensual licks. She moans into my mouth, surrendering and taking. My hands move to her head to hold her in
me, I loom over her.

Christian, she moans, raising her head, her mouth meets mine, her arms wrap around my neck. Im hungry... I just go
mouth.

Huh? Now? I ask incredulous, lifting my head up to get a good look at her face. Once Anastasia is turned on, she norm
now, yet she looks at me as if Im something to eat.
Now, she groans, and her tummy gurgles as if to back her up. Puzzled, I pull back up, hot and frustrated.
Well, I guess we can get breakfast, I say looking down at my disappointed erection, now throbbing.
I want a chocolate Popsicle.
A chocolate Popsicle? I ask, testing the words of her odd request. Im the husband of a pregnant wife. Guess I have to
unexpected times, like when Im ready to make love to her.

Uhm... Im not sure if Mrs. Jones purchased any chocolate Popsicle. Ill have to check in the freezer, I say. You sure y
hide my disappointment.
Oh, I want breakfast alright, but I want it here. You find the chocolate syrup in the pantry and bring it back please; Im
says her gaze is locked on my erection. It takes me a moment to register.

You want to dip my cock in chocolate? I ask as my gaze is darkening with wanton desire.
I want my Christian Grey flavored chocolate Popsicle, now! she demands.

Yes, maam, I reply with another glance at my wife and pull the sheet from the bed leaving her completely naked for m
Wordlessly, I go out of our room, and quickly make my way to kitchen. Gail is in the kitchen working. She looks up as m
pantry.

Good morning Mr. Gr... Grey, she say stuttering seeing my half naked state under my bed spread, and immediately low

Morning Gail, I reply and open the pantry. My gaze quickly scans the contents situated on the shelves. Finding a bottle
Chocolate Sauce,

I take the bottle, and with Gails puzzled gaze following my retreating steps, I make my way back to our bedroom. Seein
Anastasia grins and rubs her hand together.

Yes! My favorite! she says and almost attacks the bottle ripping it out of my hand. Its fucking hot because not only m
off of me. She licks her lips hungrily her gaze going from the bottle to my heavy erection.

Im hungry, husband. Feed me, she says smiling lustfully, beckoning me with the crook of her finger, then pats the spa
call.

Alright Mrs. Grey. Have it your way, I say as I stretch next to her. My cock, a thick rope lies heavy against my belly. A
the unopened bottle of chocolate next to me, she slowly, purposefully leans down until her nipples slowly touch and teas
When she reaches my neck, she places light kisses over the side of my neck, my ear. Capturing my earlobe between her
and sucks deep. Oh shit! I feel the effects of it on the crown of my cock. Her lips move to the side of my face, my chin, g
senses. When she finally makes her way to my

lips, she traces them with the tip of her tongue, and finally covers it with her now swollen lips. Our lips mold over each o
teasing.

I am going to lick the chocolate off your cock and then suck my favorite Popsicle dry, whispers against my mouth mak

back slowly, making me feel bereft and needy, she travels back down my body slowly, kissing, licking and nipping.

Once her lips reach my belly button, she traces the circumference with her tongue, and darts it into my belly button. The
over my happy trail, still moving south. Finding my heavy ball sack she lifts it with her hand and gently sucks it. I hiss a
the same attention

to my other ball. Finally, she traces her tongue from the root of my cock to the dewy tip. The wide crest of my cock is bo
Anastasia leans down, her hair cascading on the sides of her head in chestnut waterfalls. Her right hand grasps the root o
long eyelashes and our gazes meet. Anastasia runs her tongue over her upper lip showing me how hungry she is for my c

Fuuuuck! The word escapes my lips in a hissing blow. She lowers her mouth; her gaze still locked with mine and her s
starting with the soft tip first. The tip of her tongue swirls and strokes the crown gently, rhythmically. I clutch the pillow
mouth leaves my cock and I feel the cool drips of chocolate on the very tip of my cock as Anastasias hand is holding the
lazy drop hits the tip, the sensation coupled by her ravenous gaze on her prize is thrilling. She licks her lips. Then anothe
chocolate land on my crown and slowly oozes down the shaft and over my erection, finally coating the crescent formed
pooling. Once my cock is completely covered with chocolate, looking like a rather overlarge banana, Anastasia grins as
gaze, her mouth descends on my cock.

Her lips first touch the tip, and she sucks the chocolate rather ravenously, jolting my body with an incredible sensation. S
when she slightly raises her head just to look at me, her lips are covered in dark brown chocolate. A swipe of her tongue
lips, and I want to do that, but I restrain myself. She bites her lower lip and descends her mouth on my chocolate covered
the chocolate off as if shes

licking melted ice-cream from a cone to not to let it go to waste. She finally looms down and sucks my cock to the hilt. A
so does her hand covered in chocolate, freshly coating my cock again.

My heart is racing, my toes are curling, and my eyes are rolling into the back of my head with the overwhelming and rat
amorous attack. Her mouth, lips, teeth and hand work tirelessly on my cock, and I build up and up, but try to hold the se
down my cock with the

slight clasp of her teeth and soothing the sting with her talented tongue, I hold the sides of the headboard; buck my hip in
She pushes my cock to the hollow of her cheek, with suction, and pulls me in deeply inviting my come into her mouth. I
Anaaa! and come in large spurts into her welcoming mouth.

When the sparks before my eyes subside to give way to sight, I see her smiling face, her lips and chin covered in chocola
face with her. I take her face between my hands and possess her lips with mine, taking not asking, conquering not visitin
mouth. Chocolate, Anastasia and me. What an intoxicating concoction!

Mrs. Grey, now that weve assuaged one of your appetites, I think its time to satisfy others, I murmur
into her mouth as I carefully lower her onto her back. This time, I loom over her.

Lets see how this chocolate tastes on you. My smile is dark and lascivious. I take the chocolate bottle and let large dro
over her soft peaks. I make a trail leading down to her belly and partly over the junction of her waxed thighs.

Dont... Move... I order distinctly. I hold her hands above her head with one of mine and lick the chocolate trailing dow
over the peak. With a swipe of my tongue, I clear the chocolate, leaving a light residue behind, and suck the peak with a
spreading chocolate to my torso.
Every Breath You Take - Sting
Oh, baby, you moved, I say grinning, and restrain her legs with mine.
As my mouth moves down towards her belly button, she moans incoherently, trying to move and create a friction.

You move when I tell you to move, baby. Slow, Ana, slow... I say looking up from her belly button. I dip my tongue in
chocolate. Once its all cleared, I seal my lips over her womb, and kiss our baby, stopping all of Anastasias movements,
go of her hands, and then move over her sex. Its been waxed clean. I lean down and lick over her pubic bone. Once its
sex. My tongue slowly lapping, and dipping into her tight slit. I thrust my tongue further into her, and her hands reach m
mouth, her fingers tangled in my hair pulls it hard, urging me to get her to her climax. I take my tongue out and run my s
shrieks in delight.

Please, Christian! she begs.

And please you, I shall, baby... I murmur, and suck her clit into my mouth while relentlessly pleasuring her with my to
screaming her pleasure, I dart my tongue into her sex, plunging deep, I swoop it around counter clock wise, and find her
vagina, giving her double orgasm.

As she is writhing in pleasure, I plunge my cock to the root, driving her into the mattress, pounding. Every slap my balls
me even further, massaging, and coaxing. As I thrust my cock into the depths of her sex, I hold Anastasias buttocks and
When I further lean to capture Anas lips she moves down and pulls my right nipple into her mouth between her teeth an
cock thicken even further in her sex. My urge to fuck her goes animalistic, and I lean down grinning, forcing her lip up t
sex, driving into each other madly. When we let go of the lips, I capture her nipple, sucking her.

Christian, hurry! she shouts, tipping me over the edge. We come loudly, both of us lost in pleasure, both of us sticky w
rolling onto my
back, I let her collapse onto me. Connected, holding each other, we lie on the bed for several minutes.
Ive missed this... Ive missed fucking you, being inside of you, Mrs. Grey, I say. Making love, she corrects me.

No matter how rough, how driven, how animalistic, its always making love with you, wife...always.

After shower we quietly dry each other. Anastasias bruises are nearly gone, thank God. I slowly kneel
down drying her body with a plush towel, and finally reaching down to her feet with the towel making
sure she's completely dry.
Are you going to work today? she asks.
Yes, I have work to catch up, I say though I have quite a lot of work completed at home. Linc might be
released today. I have to prepare for a battle.
***** *****
I want to go to work today. Ive missed a lot of work, too. I would prefer that you stay home... I say.
Christian! she starts protesting. I want to work. Hyde is in jail. Elisabeth is in jail. I want to go to
work. Ill be bored to death at home, she protests.

You didnt let me finish, I say softly, rising up. When we come face to face, I lift her chin up to look at me. ...but, I w
the security protocols. Its not just about you anymore. I need to protect our baby as well, I say my hand on her belly.

You want to keep this little blip safe, dont you? She nods her head, completely silent, breathless. Then you and I hav
safety and our babys... she nods her agreement wordlessly, her eyes wide.
Theres going to be additional security at SIP...I say and she rolls her eyes, groaning.

Baby, you have to remember that your boss, Elisabeth Morgan passed my securitys scrutiny, your judgment and weve
with Hyde. There will always be others who will have ill will towards us. Im a high profile man, unapproachable for ne
harm. But you, my lovely wife, I say holding her face in my hand, ...you are my Achilles heel. She frowns.
Im not weak, Christian!

No, baby, I caress her cheek with the back of my hand. No... Youre not weak. But I am when it comes to you... Can y
face. You are the single most important person in the world to me. More important to me than my own life! You are my
power to make me whole, to make me deliriously happy, madly in love, passionately angry, and the only person who hol
destroy me, I whisper.

Christian! How could you say that? Why or how would I destroy you? How could I wield such a power? she utters em

Baby, you are easier to approach. You are my world. If youre gone in any shape or form, Im irrevocably destroyed. So
protecting our child, and your husband, my voice goes lower. Were team, Ana. How could you think I survive, if you

She nods her head unequivocally, agreeing. Okay. Yes, yes, to the security. But, please give me room to breathe. Becaus
your permission to do simple things, and not doing what you exactly want me to do in order to get a little room to breath
want to thank you for treating me like an adult and explaining, she says swallowing.

There are a lot more I need to conceal from her for the time being keep her from worrying. Lincoln is a threat still to my
***** *****

We get dressed. Anastasia chooses a charcoal grey suit for me with a crisp white shirt. She puts on her cream colored lac
bed, and makes a mouthwatering show of putting her tan color silk stockings on. When she clips them onto her garter be
throat. Locating her sleeveless cream colored silk blouse with a V neck perfectly fitting her form, she puts it on and butto
I narrow my eyes on her. She only smiles mischievously in response and then slowly, purposefully puts her pencil skirt o
After shaping her hair into a chignon she applies lip gloss, eye liner and mascara. After rubbing and smacking her lips to
Louboutins on. She looks good enough to peel those
clothes off and make love again!

You dont plan on walking out of here, with this, are you? Wife? I ask raising my eyebrows. My index finger is tracing
What would you suggest, husband? she asks batting her eyelashes innocently.

These, I say my hand rubbing over her straining breasts, these are mine! And so are you! Dont forget that. I dont wa
pregnant wife, I whisper soft and dark.
Youd do well to button it up at least two more buttons, I add.
Oh, Christian! she protests. Maybe one more. Im yours! Everyone knows that, she negotiates rolling her eyes.
Ok, Mrs. Grey, one more. Just as long as everyone knows youre mine.
***** *****The ride to SIP is silent. I hold Anastasias hand, running gentle, sensual circles inside
her palm, then over her knuckles.
How do you feel? I ask.

Good. I ate a lot at breakfast, she says making a displeased face. Mrs. Jones packed my lunch. I think Im good to go
normal, she says and I nod.

Taylor pulls in front of the SIP, putting the car on park. Sawyer jumps out and opens Anas door as Taylor opens my doo
the SUV in sure strides and hold my wifes hand. Sawyer follows us a few steps back discreetly. Coming to SIPs door, I
got. Nearly losing her, first thinking she was leaving me, and then thinking she died, and finally seeing her in the hospita
conclusively changed me. Carpe Diem. I want to take every opportunity to kiss her, love her and declare to everyone tha

alone! When shes thoroughly kissed and breathless, I hold her hand again, and walk her into the building.

Welcome back Ana! greets the African-American receptionist. Her large hoops of earring are dangling as she stands up
her completely by surprise. Ana returns her hug with one hand as her other hand is firmly held in mine. Soooo glad to s
says, her eyes widening. Finally, I manage to take Ana into her small office with welcome backs and other well wishes
employees are have already been thoroughly checked and examined. The security Welch has put in SIP are as good as Sa
tightly examine each and every visitor. Theyre the first line of defense to Anastasia.

Hearing the commotion, Roach comes out. Seeing me in the building, his eyes widen, and with hasty steps he approache

Mr. Grey! How nice to see you. Is Ana back? Yes, she is back today.Would you like to sit down, sir?No, I just ca
If theres anything...
Not at the moment, Roach, I say, nodding to Sawyer, I walk out.

Examine all the employees who wish to have contact with Ana. Other editors, staffers, clients, everyone. Stay close to h
meanANYTHING, I say emphasizing, ...is suspicious, different, or unexpected approaches Mrs. Grey to if she intends
Yes, sir.

When I get back to the SUV, Taylor lets me in the car and closes the door behind me. His eyes meet mine on the rear-vie
questioning.

Welch called. Hes at the Grey House with two of your lawyers. Lincoln has been released on $250,000 bail this mornin
Anything else? I ask with carefully reined anger.

Yes, three of Welchs men are on stakeout 24/7 following his every move, he says as he puts the SUV in gear and ease
***** ***** Mr. Grey! How nice to see you, sir! Andrea greets me.
Thank you Andrea. Where are they? I ask.

I thought it would be best to put them in Meeting Room 1, but if you wish I can send them to your office. What would y
Send them into my office in ten minutes.
Yes, sir. Would you like me to go over your schedule now, or after youre done with your meeting?
After would be fine.
I turn my computer on, and sit in my leather executive chair. Andreas disembodied voice alerts me of my company.

Send them in Andrea, I say, the back of my chair turned to the door. My gaze is fixed on the city of Seattle. I hear the d
throat.

Sit down gentlemen, I say.Taylor, I hear Welchs short greeting.Welch, he responds with a greeting of his own, eq
I turn my chair around to meet three curious gazes, two of which are anxious except for Welch.

What have you got for me this morning? I ask turning my gaze to the lawyer who fucked up with Hydes release.

Mr. Grey, he starts clearing his throat, the swallowing. Mr. Lincoln has been released this morning on $250,000 bail.
prevent his release. The two security guards who have been seriously injured have filed complaints, and we have made i
Lincoln is released on bail, he has the potential of harming others as he has harmed two security guards who were

only doing their jobs. His attorneys argued that the Mr. Lincoln experienced extenuating circumstance with a hostile take
complete shock. He thought he was going to his own company where he was the CEO and finding resistance from the se
his access, his lawyers argued that Lincoln went into temporary insanity.
I look at Welch. Raise my eyebrows wordlessly, questioning whether he was at the hearing.

Yes, sir I was there, he replies gives me an imperceptible nod confirming what the lawyer is saying. My lawyers Trent
Larry Hodge look surprised.
How did you rebuttal Lincolns lawyers statement? I say in a menacingly soft voice, the focus of my piercing gaze is
his seat uncomfortably. Then Hodge clears his throat.

If you allow me Mr. Grey, Ive made that argument. I argued that Mr. Lincoln is not the owner of Lincoln Timber, but t
his name. It has been a public entity for the last 15 years. For him to claim it as his own would be fallacious. In business
and it should not be a shock to Mr. Lincoln that a publicly traded company will have buyers and the

ownership of it will change daily. Thats the nature of corporate business. Understanding this fact, Mr. Lincoln has made
stock for sale fifteen years ago, and appointing himself as the CEO.

The outcome of such an act should not surprise Mr. Lincoln, because has made the decision to forego of the entitlements
return accepting a position only as a CEO, and the governing board has the power to vote a
CEO out of a job even if the company wasn't sold. These are all written in the corporate charter which he signed.

Therefore, it was not a temporary insanity problem Mr. Lincoln experienced, but a severe anger management issue whic
limbs and bones who will take weeks if not months to recover.

His lawyer argued that in due process, if the governing board voted the CEO out, Mr. Lincoln would have to be informe
fired without an agreed on communication plan. They said that he had not even received a phone call.
What did you say to that?

He said, Welch says looking at Larry, your honor, Mr. Lincoln isnt fired. Hes still the CEO. A lot of the decisions in
Lincoln Timber is still under gag order. Therefore Im not at liberty to discuss the details per the provisions of those laws
what I can tell you is that Mr. Lincoln should have contacted his new boss, Mr. Christian Grey as opposed to beating the
Then of course, Lincolns face changed, he jumped to his feet, his shackles and cuffs jangling and shouted, who the fuc
sure that it was you who fucked him over. His face was priceless, by the way.

The judge called the court to order and severely reprimanded Lincolns lawyer to restrain his client. Then Lincoln shoute
him face to face, and not over the phone or not in the mail. But Baxter here, says Welch jabbing his thumb in Baxters d
the due process a chance. The certified mail just arrived that very day which of course the final day of the waiting period

anymore, but by two other companies. In truth, it wasn't even our business to tell him anyway. Lincoln was meddling int

I am the CEO of Lincoln Timber! he shouted, and of course the Judge was pretty pissed by then and said his lawyers be
if he has another outburst like that he will be removed from the courtroom. And Baxter here said that Mr. Lincoln did no
of Lincoln Timber and he needed to confer with his new boss, namely you, sir, Welch finishes.
What did the judge order? I ask, Welch continues.

Before the judge could order anything, Lincoln jumped up, and his lawyers stood up on both sides, trying to force him d
and shackled he shoved them both, and tried to lunge forward towards your lawyers. The bailiff ran and a couple of them
writhing and struggling. They removed him from the courtroom, of course. The judge saw firsthand that he was having a
removed, and his lawyers cleaned themselves up, then the judge ordered the asshole, I mean, Mr. Lincoln to go through
and the reports were to be submitted to the court as well as go through a psychiatric evaluation to see if he has other issu
treatment...

Baxter cuts into the conversation and says, This outburst of behavior is precisely what will aid us, sir. Because we can c
healthy management decisions and therefore it is better if he stepped down from his position as the CEO of Lincoln Tim
longer exists. He will come here this afternoon as Mr. Welch has indicated, he says and starts babbling on how his resea
away from his plans of sailing with his family. And all his efforts now gave us the glowing results he managed to pull th

Stop! Talking! I order in a dangerous, but clear voice resonating through my office. Even though Im not shouting, and
unmistakably commanding and dominating. Baxter stops immediately.
I turn my face to Welch.Hes due here at 1:30 p.m. today. Got the paperwork? I ask Larry.
Baxter clears his throat again. I prepared them for you on Sunday, sir, he says extending a large folder.
I went over the corporate charter and the clauses to fire the CEO. The rules state... he starts.

I know what the corporate charter contains Baxter. I am well aware of the clauses Lincoln has put in to cover his ass. Th
foresee a revenue growth until 2014 due to the global recession, and if he was fired for not turning a corporate profit, he
for him.

If he was being fired for reasons other than profit, then that would have to be sexual harassment, specter of a bad PR, or
doesnt even have to be proven. It just has to be a substantial allegation. I have PROOF! I say and slam my folder down
Baxter and Larry jump. I have the paper trail and not just an allegation. What I want you to draft now is a strong separa
job I can live with it and he will never get to sue me or ask for a settlement. Put in the breach clauses. Should he breach
financial penalties without argument or refusal.
Both Baxter and Larry look dumbfounded. They blink for a minute wordlessly, their
mouths agape with identical facial expressions. Close your mouths, says Welch, shaking his head.

Itll take me at least until late tomorrow to draft it and it might not even be ready by Wednesday, uhm, sir, babbles Bax
You have until 1 p.m. today. You two better get to it then. I dont care how you do it. My assistant can provide you one
your assistants;

get it done on time, by not one minute later than 1:00 p.m. today, gentlemen!

Mr. Grey, its a bit complicated... wrings Baxter his hands. You see, Im due in court this afternoon, and I was going t
Association.

Apparently Im not making myself clear... Baxter! I hiss leaning on my table, my hand splayed. He takes an involuntar
a whole

brain between the two of you. I dont want, need or care for your excuses. I dont give a shit about your next court sched
tonight, or what school function your brood is going to have that you absolutely must attend! I exhale through my flarin
Baxter.

Im asking you one God damned task! I shout only loud enough as I slam both my fists on the table. You will comple
without excuses, without a single letter out of place, and on time. Welch, clearly they cant do anything without being ba
fucking detail they write, and bring it to me before the fucker arrives. Do you have any excuses Larry? I ask my senior

No, sir. I never did, he says giving Baxter a dirty look for getting him in trouble. I have no problem completing the co
Very well. Do it!

As Welch herds out the now skittish Baxter, huffing Larry who is still scowling at his associate, Taylor suppresses a smil
in his line of vision.

I sit back in my chair, and Andrea comes into the office with her tablet. Mr. Grey, is now a good time to go over your sc

Since, you said that you werent absolutely sure if you were coming today, theres one scheduled meeting after lunch, a

you over lunch. I also e-mailed you design schematics from the engineering team for the wind-up technology with a sola
eyebrows interested.
They were looking to schedule a meeting this week. Shall I put a meeting in the agenda, sir?

Tomorrow perhaps, sometime in the morning. I might not be available in the afternoon, I say thoughtful. Get me an a
afternoon after business hours, five p.m.

If hes not available, is there any other day you wish to make the appointment? What the hell is this today? All of a sud
No, Andrea! I want my appointment at five p.m. tomorrow evening. Not 4:55 not 5:05 p.m. 5:00 pm. Got it? Thats the
wont be any appointment tomorrow is if Dr. Flynn is dead, I order with my gaze fixed on her.

My apologies, sir. Of course. Five p.m. at Dr. Flynns office. I pay Flynn a small fortune to be accommodating and ava
with him in the last few weeks. He can fucking accommodate me!

Is there anything else I can do for you sir?That would be all. Andrea retreats from my office quickly like a rat runnin
from a sinking ship.

As soon as Andrea leaves, I dial Anastasias number. She answers after six rings. The late reply momentarily concerns m
responds in a breathy voice.
Helloo?
Ana! Are you alright? She clears her throat, and takes a gulp of something. Water?

Yes, I am. I had something to eat, but it didnt agree with me, and well, just came back from the bathroom. I rushed thro
nearly stumbled on my heels.
What? I say standing up. Taylor is alert. I shake my head.
Calm down. I didnt fall down. When I heard your ring tone, I was anxious to talk to you. Ive missed you today.

I missed you too, baby, I whisper.Listen, Christian. I talked to Ray this morning, and he said he is going to be dischar
this afternoon. I wanted to leave early at maybe 3:30 and see him before he leaves.

Ana, Ill come with you. Or rather, Ill meet you at the hospital. I have a meeting this afternoon. Ill leave as soon as Im
Montesano?
Jose and Mr. Rodriguez, she responds softly.
I remain quiet for thirty seconds. Are you mad? she asks. Truth?That would be nice."
Well, I'm not mad, however Im always jealous of my wife, but Ill deal, I respond.

Oh, Christian. Im yours, and I love you. You have nothing to be jealous about. You are my husband and the father of o
somehow the

knowledge, the proof of my possession, our baby is more than welcome if she gets to see Jose Rodriguez this evening.
Yes, I am. Okay, Ill see you after my meeting. I love you. I love you too, Christian.And Ana...Yes?
Sawyer comes with you everywhere. Lunch in the office.
Oh, Christian. I just puked my lunch out. I might have to go to the deli and get something else to eat.

Remember to go with Sawyer!Yes, Sir! she says exasperated.I know youre rolling your eyes, I whisper. She gigg
I know you do, Mr. Grey. Hang up now. Ive got tons of work to do before I go to the hospital.
No, you first.You know I dont want to, she says giggling. Ive missed you already, Ana.

Ive missed you too, husband. But... but were interrupted by her intercom. Ana, Mr. Roach would like to talk to you.
Guess I have to go. My boss is calling.What the hell does he want?
I wont know until I pick up the phone, Christian. Ill see later at the hospital. I love you!
I love you, too. Bye baby.
Bye! she says and we both hang up at the same time.

Jose Rodriguez... Ironically, I dont feel as insecure about his presence near my wife at the hospital. There is a certain se
my wifes love for me, and we have the blip to prove it. Our blip. Not Rodriguezs. Ours... Anas and mine.
Mr. Grey? Ros is here sir, Andreas disembodied voice calls, bringing me out of my self-pep-talk.

Send her in!Fifteen seconds later Ros walks through the door. Hi, Christian! Welcome back. Hows Ana? Shes wel
I thought wed discuss strategy when you do the honors of firing Mr. Lincolns very violent ass.
You talked to the lawyers?

Talked to them? I was at the court this morning. I wanted to take notes. I think the firing was going to come, and I want
myself.
And whats your conclusion? I ask curiously.

Infuriated but controlled, domineering and calculating. But the biggest kicker was when he heard your name, he had the
completely blindsided which changed in an instant to something I had never seen before. Pure, absolute hatred which ma
He reined in his temper which was in a flash. Ive never seen anyone to go from full blown rage into a placid face; like D
keep Lincoln under tight scrutiny to prevent him causing any harm to my family.
Hes Jekyll alright. Hydes ass is already in jail. What?
Nothing...Lets just go to lunch, and discuss the strategy, I say, and Taylor opens the door for us.
***** *****We are back at exactly 12:55. The lawyers are ready with the contract I asked them to

draft.

Ros, lets go over the items on the contact, I say. She takes a chair pulling it up next to me and in the next twenty minu
Feeling satisfied with the outcome, she takes one of the copies in the folder.
Andrea walks in:
Mr. Grey your next meeting has arrived. Ive taken them into the Meeting Room 3, sir.
How many of them?Mr. Lincoln and two of his lawyers, sir.

Showtime, Ros, I say and exit my office flanked by Ros and Taylor. My lawyers and Welch are waiting outside my off

We open the door to the Meeting Room 3, and Lincoln is pacing the room as his lawyers are situated in their seats lookin
demeanor changes as we enter into the room.

Lincolns gaze gets colder and colder when he sees me. His eyes are solely focused on me. We are two predators caged i
Welcome everyone, please be seated, Ros says pleasantly as my group take their seats except Taylor and Welch. They
guarding position. Lincoln takes note of their stance.
I dont have to listen to a cunt! hisses Lincoln.
Well, shut your mouth up so you dont have to hear yourself Mr. Lincoln. Seat yourself, says Ros still smiling.
Lincs gaze and mine are locked, and both of our stares are filled with rage, and animosity towards each other.
So, you stole my company out under me and you think you can get away with it? he hisses.
Mr. Lincoln? warns his lawyer. He shoves his lawyer's arm.

You have not had a company for the last 15 years. It was a public company where you were the CEO, I say calm and c
in my temper. I want to fucking beat the shit out of him. But I will not give him the satisfaction of breaking down and gi
how to manage that anger. However, since last week after your violent outbursts where you harmed my employees on m

Your land! Your land?? Are you fucking insane? Its been my land since my grandfather! Its my companys land! he s

Mr. fucking Lincoln! Let me remind you again since it doesnt seem to register in your brain that you have not owned t
been yours to begin with. The words are out of my lips like a poisonous hiss. I cannot in good conscience continue to
two of my company's

employees, combined with todays outbursts at the court, you have proven that you have anger management issues and p
which would be detrimental for a high level officer in my company; a risk we are not willing to take. You are fucking fir
How dare you?! How dare you fire me! How dare you sell my fucking company I worked so hard for?
Woke up This Morning - Alabama

I dare Mr. Lincoln. You stirred the hornets nest! You fuck with me, I will make sure you are impotent to never to fuck w

You sold my company! he shouts! "My fucking heritage!"

I sold a company where I owned the majority of the stocks; a company from which you stole nearly $54 million Dollar
money, Lincoln? He pales with the accusation, but quickly composes himself.
You have no proof of that! he says, but his voice is hesitant, knowing well that he has embezzled.

Oh, I have plenty of proof. IRS is eager to hear stashed away money in various off shore accounts, and I cant wait to se
indict your ass and put you away for a very long time!

You fucking dare to threaten me? Who do you think you are, prick! Who do you think you are?You are nothing! Do you
than nothing. Do you think the clothes you wear make you a man? Well, do you? You are absolutely NOTHING, son of
pathetic adopted bastard! All you will ever be is nothing! Everyone's mouth drops open including his lawyers'. Taylor's
attack any moment.

These lines might have worked on my insecurities a week ago, but not today. I have a wife who is in love with me and w
love me; my sister and brother love me. I am a fucking happy man, who is an orphan no longer. When he sees no change
He tries to lunge forward.

Guess that's all you got," I say calmly. I take a relaxed breath, though I'm anything but. "Lincoln, Im giving you one an
today and the

time is now. This get out of jail free clause will never be offered to you again. Ever! If you sign a contract firing yourself
not be turned over to the Feds, the IRS not to mention the investors who put their money and trust in your sticky hands. I
from the sale of each single timber, plywood, land, asset of Lincoln Timber that your grandfather has established, your le
prosecuting you to the highest extent of law and make sure that you will never see a free day again for the rest of your pa

Mr. Grey, your accusations of Mr. Lincoln is baseless! Weve come here to fulfill the judges request today... his lawye

Shut up Wazowski! hisses Lincoln without even looking at him. His gaze is locked on me alone. His custom tailored A
body as if hes born in it. I know his suit alone to be well over $17,000. Its custom fit, and the fabric is hand selected. I h
start at 3,500 and his most expensive suite is just under $900,000. Lincoln has probably his most expensive ensemble o
establish his supremacy in every possible way. He wants to look like million bucks, outshine, and outdo me. But that
tactic wouldnt work on me. I can outdo him in my birthday suit.
Mr. Lincoln, I suggest you sit down sir, says his second lawyer silently urging him to calm down.

Get out! he hisses under his breath.What? Sir, we are looking out for your interest here.

I said get the fuck out! he shouts slowly losing his battle to his rage. My presence is tipping his carefully restrained me

Mr. Lincoln! Roger! says the older attorney. Think carefully. Speak carefully... he says in a voice a little louder than

Tom, you have been my attorney and a friend for twenty five years. But right now, I dont give a shit about either one o
room! he hisses with pure malice in his voice. He spares his glance at his friend and not even a hair softens in his deme

This is my oooold ffffrienddddd, arent you Christian? he enunciates slowly, a predatory grin overtakes his lips, showi
try to exert his will and supremacy on me. In that glance I can see that theres nearly nothing human on his

face. He is finally laying all his cards on the table. Yes, we go waaay back to a time when he was nothing... Less than n
another mans wife to cover his costly addictions who perhaps gave you the alcohol money? he asks raising his eyebrow

My gaze trains on him. Rage, fury rises in me. I can strangle this fucker, but thats exactly what he wants. I wont give in
submission from me even in the presence of a roomful of people.

I dont doubt one minute that you would also sleep with that womans husband as long as your needs were met! Taylo
trained on Lincoln; barely restraining himself ready to attack, waiting for my command. He looks at me, and my gaze sa

Wow! I know that losing to someone in business and in life in every fucking aspect this spectacularly must be killing yo
from my seat, Mr. Lincoln. To someone who is nearly half your age, someone who isnt even 30... To think that you env
some sick fantasy, seeing my potential to overtake your useless life in an imaginary jealousy is simply unbelievable. You
prophecy. After all, I AM your superior, your boss, your god, the man who is better in every fucking thing you can ever d
holds your fate in his hands... Do you

really want to cross me, Lincoln? I hiss in a malicious tone, arching my eyebrows, and take three confident, arrogant, a

But, I dont know whether to congratulate you, or sue you in a libel suit and take the $54 million bucks you stole, for m
in your very vivid imagination, Mr. Lincoln. I am now convinced more than ever that you also need to be locked into a m
witnesses here.
You stole my company! he shouts.

I bought the company which you made public fifteen years ago. Anyone can buy it! Its perfectly legal. You, you made
accusatory finger. So, in all your years in business, it never occurred to you that someone someday might come and buy
purchase? And now you come and make fantastic accusations because I own your ass, lot, stock and barrel! Im a busine
fact that one of the companies where I own large stocks, a company that should be doing well is simply was not generati
there are large sums of money being embezzled by
none other than you...

As angry as Lincoln gets, he never mentions paying for Hydes bail. Its the giant shit colored elephant no one talks abou
and make him aware of what else I have over his head. But, I have every intention of making him suffer the way he mad
and sister! He doesnt want to incriminate himself here. He has that control and I can see it in every carefully chosen wo
how personal he may sound. What he wants is to get me riled up, lose my cool, and attack him so that he has something
alone and in public; that's his tactic to get me submit to his provocation. I wouldnt be surprised if he lay down, remain m
him just to get me arrested. I will never give him that satisfaction, or the control. I will beat the shit out of him alright, bu
choosing. Not in video feed, and in the sight of many witnesses. He wants revenge; Ill give him revenge my way.

I dont look kindly on being robbed in broad daylight, Mr. Lincoln. I have the money trail. All I have to do is just leak i
that all the investors youve had over the years will come to devour you faster than Great White sharks!
Lincoln grits his teeth so forcefully, everyone can hear the noise. His attorneys are half
sitting and half getting up to leave the room for the last three minutes, somehow unable to move from their positions.
What the fuck do you want after you sold my entire fucking company right under my dick? he shouts. I grin knowing

I want you to fire yourself! The corporate charter states that even the allegation of expense fraud is enough reason for m
allegation! I want you to sign the separation agreement. I will have control over where and when you have a job next tim
clauses. Should you breach the agreement my lawyers have drafted, then you agree to the financial penalties without arg
"I thought you were already firing me! Why are you asking me to do it?" he asks.

"I think you know the answer to that Mr. Lincoln," I say with an impassive gaze. I want the pleasure of seeing him end h
If I dont? he ask with murderous malice.

If you dont, I promise you that you will be back to the jail in short enough time to make it there for dinner... I remain
in. After you sign the papers today, if you ever, ever cross my path, or get involved in anything that would directly or in
say my gaze getting serious, and his with a triumphant glint, I will not question you, take you to court, or have a civiliz
dream about causing harm to anyone I know, if they sneeze because you coughed on them, I promise that the day you sa
piece compared to what I will do to you was holiday in the Hamptons.
I want to keep my personal assets! he hisses. What more do you want? Youve taken all of my company!

For the last time: It was not your company to begin with. Not for the last 15 years. I will promise nothing. You deserve
monies stolen from what is rightfully mine now. This is non-negotiable. You either take the deal I give you, or I will fuck
from your granddaddys company is spent on prosecuting you to the fullest extent of the law!
Ill sign. But this isnt over Grey! he hisses.

Before I can say, A threat? Taylor, blindsides him and hits him under the jaw, and crosses both his arms into a submiss
table, making everyone jump except for me and Welch.
I am Mr. Greys bodyguard. Any implied threat is taken seriously, Mr. Lincoln, Taylor hisses to his ear. Do you want
deputies,
Mr. Grey? The judge already knows his fucking anger management issues and mental instability to making this fucker a
events, this will not be taken lightly at the court, sir. He can keep his girlfriend Hyde in company.
I said Ill sign! Lincoln says in a muffled voice, his face pressed down on to the table.
Let him sign.

Taylor shoves him, and stands only two feet behind Lincoln. Baxter stands up and gives a copy to Lincoln and a copy ea
page, reading, initialing and signing as directed by Baxter. His lawyers sign witnessing his signature.
All three of the documents are signed and notarized before witnesses. Check mate!
Show yourselves out! I say as I turn on my heels leaving the room with Taylor following behind me.
As Taylor closes the door behind him, he asks, Where to sir?
To the hospital to see Ray. Taylor nods and presses the call button of the elevator with a rare smile.

CHAPTER X
Undefeated

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul...

William Earnest Henley

I call Anastasia on the way to the hospital. The phone rings, but she doesnt answer. She always answers
the phone. Concern, coupled with my meeting with Lincoln and his lawyers makes me uneasy
immediately. I hang up without leaving a message and dial again. Still no answer. Fuck! Where is she? Is
something wrong with Ray? With her?
Taylor, did Sawyer call you?

No, sir. But he did text me stating hes taking Mrs. Grey to the hospital about an hour ago, he says his eyes meeting m
reflected in his eyes.
I dial Sawyers phone. It too rings and no one answers, and goes to voice mail.
Where the hell are you and why arent you answering your phone? I hiss and hang up.
What time did you get Sawyers text? I ask Taylor.
About 10 minutes to 3, sir.
I dial the hospital since I have made calls to check on Rays condition.

Good afternoon... the nurse starts.

This is Christian Grey. I want to know if Ray Steele checked out of the hospital today.

Im sorry sir, we dont give information on patients over the phone to those who are not next of kin, she replies curtly.

Nurse, get the doctor in charge of Ray Steele on the phone immediately. I am his son in-law, and am the one who is pay
shout.
No need to shout, sir. Im getting Dr. Polanski. Hold please, she says and puts me on hold.
Step on it Taylor! I order nervously.Yes, sir, he responds and Im pushed back into my seat with the acceleration.

Good afternoon, this is Dr. Polanski, a female voice comes over the phone.Dr. Polanski, did Ray Steele check out this
And you are?Christian Grey! I reply exasperated.

Mr. Grey, yes, Mr. Steele has been discharged about fifteen minutes ago, she says. I hear her shuffling papers, probabl
Was Mrs. Grey with her?

I believe so, Mr. Grey, she replies as Taylor turns into the hospital parking lot, tires screeching. We come to halt in fron

Ill drop you off, and meet you in a few minutes, sir, Taylor says. He opens the door, and I jump out quickly entering i
Hello? Mr. Grey? the doctor says filling the silence. Is that all you need to know, Mr. Grey?
Is it possible that Mr. Steele might still be on the hospital ground?

Im not sure sir. We gave Mr. Steeles discharge papers, and I left his room. He may have left the hospital. His ride was
Thanks, I say and hear an incoming phone. I switch the lines hanging up on the doctor.
Where the hell have you been? And why werent you answering your phone? I shout with acrimony.

Im sorry Mr. Grey. When Mrs. Grey was in her fathers room, she felt ill suddenly and was throwing up, shaking viole
room, so I just swooped her up and rushed her into her doctors office immediately. Your phone call came right when I w
Greenes office.

What?! Whats wrong with my wife? I shout.When Mr. Steele was given his discharge papers and his doctor was gon

she was talking to her dad and the next minute she got queasy and tried to rush to the bathroom but she was vomiting on
help her because Mrs. Grey seemed to have gotten weak suddenly, but she told him that she didnt need help, that she wa
spread her germs. Of course nobody bought that and they all looked extremely concerned. Just when she stood of telling
heaving and doubled over at which time I lifted Mrs. Grey off the floor. They were already calling a nurse, and Mrs. Gre
that she would be okay. Mr. Steele

looked very concerned but didnt argue with her, but Mr. Jose Rodriguez, Junior, wanted to stay with Mrs. Grey while he
Well, did he stay?

Well, Mrs. Grey insisted that he should drive her father since neither Mr. Rodriguez senior nor Mr. Steele werent in the
that I would take her home, and you were coming. And she said she was okay.
Where is my Ana now?Shes being tended by Dr. Greene right now. I just walked out of her office to call you,
sir.
Okay.

Its on the second floor. Take a right after you get off the elevators. Go through the corridor, and when the hallway com
third door on your right. You cant miss it. Im waiting outside, sir.

Thank you, Sawyer, I reply surprising him.Mr. Grey?Yes.I should remind you, sir. Mr. Rodriguez, junior is also w
thought he was supposed to drive Ray back to Montesano!

Thats what I thought, but I think Mr. Steele is still waiting in his room until they have the word that Mrs. Grey is well.
a cold story. Apparently they were initially concerned that it was related to her concussion which is why they called a nu
Grey told them that she has a

doctor at the hospital and I could take her there which I did. But Mr. Jose Rodriguez must have followed us. When I cam
agitated, nervous, and completely upset trying to question me about Mrs. Greys well-being.

I impatiently tap the elevators call button. By the time it dings open, Im ready to take the stairs. People coming out of t
nearly snarling on the phone; they give me a wide berth as they leave the elevator and quickly distance themselves from
floor, I follow Sawyers
directions and find Dr. Greenes office. When I see Sawyer, he nods his greeting. My lips are set to a grim line.
Christian! Jose Rodriguez says, not in a greeting, but in an accusing, confrontational tone.

Jose, I respond but I dont want to waste my time with him. As soon as my hand reaches to the door handle, his hand c
down to his hand grasping my forearms over my jacket. As if my gaze burnt his hand, he immediately retracts his finger
What? I hiss.
Whats wrong with Ana? he asks.
Nothings wrong with her! I say making a move to go forward.

Fucking bullshit! Dont lie to me man! Her dad is concerned and waiting in his room. She was so violently sick; she co
almost puked all over her old man! If I didnt hold her up, shed be all over the floor face down in her own puke. Clearly
Why the hell would you allow her to go back to work when she just got out of the hospital and still sick as a dog? Its no
accusingly.
Next Contestant - Nickelbacks
Are you quite done with your accusations?

I have not even started yet! he gets in my face determined. Seeing my explosive stare, he takes half a step back, but fo

My wife is an editor. Shes not plowing fields for Gods sake and shes the one who wanted to go back to work which h

You didnt see her ten minutes ago! One minute she was talking, and then the next minute she was green on the gills, an
it to the bathroom! She couldnt even get passed Rays bed before she started spewing Mount Vesuvius! Once she was d
contents of her stomach, she was dry heaving and would have been doubled up on the floor if I didnt pull her up! And th
common cold! We knew she doesnt have a cold. She had no cold symptoms when she walked in. She looked completely
had been in the hospital only a

week ago with a fractured skull and concussion! And your man here, he says raising his voice as hes pointing an accus
that she has a doctor here, and without a word to her fathers concerned questions, he picked her up off the floor and carr

Theres nothing wrong with her, or at least there was nothing wrong when she left this morning, or when I talked to her
its my job to go and find out about it, and youre holding me up here!
Youre no good for her, man! he hisses with animosity.

What the fuck did you just say, Junior? That woman in there is my wife, and I love her! I hiss in a dangerously low vo

Ever since shes met you, she's changed! Like she has to ask your permission for every little thing does. You may love h
youre no good for her! She nearly got beaten to death by your enemies, and you let her go back to work when shes not
concussion!
Shes not sick because of her concussion!

Are you sure about that, Mr. I-love-her? How could you be? You didnt see the fear in her dads face when she double
whisked her out in his arms before the nurse could take a look at her. What the hell are you hiding from her loved ones?
of your fucking enemies leave her permanently damaged? he accuses again, and Ive had all I can take it.

I push Rodriguez into the walk with such a force that his head bobs and hits the wall and restrain him by pressing my rig
strength of my legs to restrain the rest of his body. I see Sawyers eyes widen from the peripheral vision, and I hear a pai
Taylor.

Youre going to restrain me because I worry about my friend more than her husband should? he says, his voice chokin
throat. He
makes his best effort to try to push me away.

For your information asshole, my wife isnt sick because of the injuries she sustained. Theyre healed! Shes sick becau

What?!! Jose whispers as if I punched him. He stops struggling for a minute and I ease my grip on him, taking a step b

She wanted to wait until it was 12 weeks. Thats why we didnt want to tell anyone! Its probably morning sickness. Jo
minutes completely dumbstruck, his chest is heaving up and down in rapid succession. A string of emotions outplay on h
conclusion hes reached and his face turns into snarl.

You sicko! You knocked her up already? Shes barely 22! What? The second you met her, you wooed Ana with your mo
breath on her own until you moved her in with you, and then to keep her for good, you got her pregnant! Fuck you! Were
stay with you, so you

had to knock her up to tie her up to you for good with your brat? Tell me, did she marry you because you knocked her up

The beast in me is awoken and I take a step towards him. But my step is interrupted in midair. Before I can say anything
the Doctor Greene peer out the door. Anas mouth drops open, her eyes widen in shock, betrayal and disappointment in h
registers in my head that shes in a hospital gown.

Jose Rodriguez, you need to leave now! she says in a placid but determined voice. Her face betrays her feelings of fero
a calm facade is for my benefit.
But, Ana! This guy, he says jacking his thumb in my direction, he is trying to manipulate you!
Toxic - Britney Spears

Jose, stop your misplaced concern for me. Youre my friend, and Id like you to remain that way. My husband and I don
decisions to you.

Hes blinded you with things, Ana! Dont you see it? Hes binding you to him with his kid! he hisses. Anas eyes are fi
Dont you dare to speak about my baby! Its mine and I want him! she says as she rubs her eyes ungracefully with the
by the collar and shove him. Taylor steps in.
Young man, you leave my patient alone. Ill call the security! Dr. Greene bristles.

Im about to kick his ass to the kingdom come, Taylor puts himself between Jose and I, his determined eyes locked on m
maam. My colleague and I will walk him out.

Just then, Jose Louis Rodriguez! shouts an angry voice in a reprimanding tone. We all collectively turn around. After t
Cllate pap! Jose responds to his father.
Jose, apologize to my daughter and my son-in-law, and then you better leave. Ill take a cab, says Anas father in a no
wheelchair pushed by an orderly. Mr. Rodriguez is standing next to him looking grim, disappointed, and
embarrassed.
Ray! Im sorry, but dont you see whats happening here? Jose argues.

Yes, I see what is happening: my daughter and her husband are making me a grandpa. Dont rain on my parade young m
warning again: Apologize to my daughter and my son-in-law, and then leave. The decision of them having a child is no o
with a twinge of happiness, pride in his voice as well as censure for Jose. Dont cross your line!
Im sorry Ray. Someones got to think of Ana! No one else seems to be doing it!

Are you quite sure your concern is for my daughter and not for yourself? Ray asks. Ana steps out of Doctors office w
rendered speechless with Joses outburst.

Mr. Rodriguez, I suggest you take your son away from here, sir. He clearly upset my wife, and right now I want nothing
forget, but in doing so, I would hurt my wifes feelings, I say as I hold onto Anastasia who looks bewildered, near tears

Jose! Come on son! Are you drunk? Have you taken something? Whats gotten into
you?

No, papa! Im more sober than I have ever been. Ana, please, Im sorry... Im sorry for not standing up for you that nigh
ass, and then let Grey to intimidate me with his presence! If I had behaved differently then, maybe you would have made
I saw you doubled on the floor, throwing up, and heaving. And youve just been in the hospital with injuries

causes by Greys enemies! Por favor, Ana! I really am worried about you. Now I find out that he knocked you up possibl

And thats the last straw. I pounce on Jose. All hell breaks loose. Christian! Ana shouts.Jose! I hear Mr. Rodriguez a

Dr. Greene or someone else must have called the security; because I vaguely hear footsteps. Im too busy to pay attentio
and Sawyer immediately take action. They pull him away and out of my grip to keep us
apart.
Whats going on here? shouts the hospital security as they try to apprehend both Jose and I.
Security! No! Mr. Grey was just defending his pregnant wife.
Im sorry Doctor, but we have a job to do!

Dr. Greene grabs the guards arm with determined force and pulls him aside. Do you realize who you would be arrestin
do with your ass for arresting one of our biggest benefactors for protecting his pregnant wife? This man is Christian Gre
determine whether or not our hospital faces lawsuits! The security guard blanches. He clears his throat.

Is this man offending you maam? he directs his question pointing at Jose who now looks disheveled. His shirt untuck
slight bruise on his neck showing its ugly head already.

No, its just a misunderstanding. He was leaving, Ana replies. I clench my teeth, my hands turn into fists but I manage
Sir? Are you going to file a complaint against this gentleman? he turns to me asking. I shake my head in the negative.
My men will escort him out, I say impassively. Jose shrugs out of Sawyer and Taylors grip.
Let go man! I know the way out! he says with a chagrined glance at Ana who looks unforgiving and disappointed.
Ana, Im sorry! Just seeing you sick, I lost my head. And him getting your pregnant... To my surprise, Anastasia takes
him.

Just shut up Jose! Its my baby! Our baby and we want our baby! she says looking at my face questioning, daring me t

Yes, we do, I reply pulling my wife into the protection of my embrace. My gaze is shooting daggers at Jose, my nostri

On second thought, Ray says, why should I pay for a cab? You came all this way to pick me up. Youre driving me ba
him.
Come on, son, Mr. Rodriguez coaxes Jose.

Bye Annie. Call me tomorrow, Ray says getting up from the wheelchair and walking towards Ana. He hugs her and gi
Forgive him. Hes stupid and in love, honey, he whispers into her ear. Oh daddy, Anastasia says and quietly sobs. I
Try. And, congratulations to you both. Im so happy to hear that my baby girl is gonna make me a grandpa! Ana hugs
Thank you daddy!

I am so sorry Ana, Mr. Grey... says Mr. Rodriguez, embarrassed on behalf of his son. Jose gives a forlorn glance at An
audible tone, but Anastasia turns her head into my chest. He hangs his head and heads the group to leave the hospital.

When Ray, Jose, and Mr. Rodriguez are leaving, Taylor looks up at me. I nod and he discreetly follows them out of the h
I need to write an incident report, the security guard says. No need for that.But, sir?
You may go back to your station, Dr. Greene orders him. He and his two companions nod and walk away.
Well, that was interesting, Says Dr. Greene trying to lighten up the atmosphere.

Ana, I suppose we can start our examination. But, if you wish, you can rest for a little while. Would you like some wate
us. I hold Anastasias hand wordlessly. Im still vibrating with anger and tension. The weight of the day is now bearing d
lawyers, and now Jose... If he wasnt madly in love with the love of my life, my reason for being, I would feel bad for hi
and spilled the news of her pregnancy

to her father without giving Ana the chance to tell them on her own time. I dont give a shit about his accusations about m
purpose! Though her pregnancy was not planned, Im so fucking glad I knocked her up! Shes my woman, my wife, and
fucking jealous of that. Oddly, I have not been happier for the babys existence as I am now. She has all of me; body and
mine angers another man.
All of Me - John Legend
His aggression automatically caused me to fiercely defend my wife and child. Another man talking about my child as if
or a tool to keep Ana by my side angers me. Ana wants our baby, and by default what Ana wants, I want her to have.

Mr. Grey? the Doctor asks seeking an answer to a question I havent heard. I beg your pardon? I say shaking my hea
well?Yes, sure, I reply absentmindedly.
Ana looks at me with concerned eyes.
It looks like Ana is having some morning sickness, Dr. Greene says.
Morning sickness? Its after 5 p.m. Dr. Greene! I retort sharply.

Mr. Grey. Morning sickness is just a common name pregnancy related nausea and vomiting. The name is give as such b
present in the early hours of the morning and generally reduced as the day progresses, but it can

occur any time of the day. For some women it can stop around 12 weeks, and for some, it can continue near the end of se

Of course we dont want Mrs. Grey to get dehydrated if shes vomiting often. Mrs. Grey, if you could finish the bottle of
see the baby better with a semi-full bladder. I want to see if we can hear the heartbeat. We havent been able to hear it las
Doppler which is quite sensitive. This can detect heartbeat as early as 6 or 8 weeks but generally its much easier to hear
check it for the accuracy of your due date.
Anastasias eyes widen. She squeezes my hand with excitement.

When can you check it Dr. Greene? I finished my bottle of water, she says showing her empty bottle. Dr. Greene smile
Now, of course. Please lay on the bed here, Mrs. Grey, Dr. Greene orders and Anastasia obeys immediately.
Now, I need you to place each of your feet on the stirrups like you did last time, she says pointing at the stirrups.
Dont you have to check her through her belly, Dr. Greene? I ask.

During the later stages of her pregnancy, thats the way we would check your babys vitals. However, its so small that a
the heart beat at this early stage. Thats why I need to use this vaginal probe ultrasound, she explains showing me what
slim penis. Anastasia puts her legs up on the stirrups, and the Dr. Greene spreads her legs open. She covers Anastasia wi
wide eyes, her hand seeking mine. I automatically take her hand standing by her, trying to soothe her.

Mrs. Grey, bend your knees, and I need you to relax. Im going to place a condom on top of the transducer, lubricate it,
last time.
Lets see if your baby wants to communicate with us today, she says.
Doctor Greene pushes Anas knees back, and spreads her legs further.

Mrs. Grey, you are too tight. Youre squeezing yourself; I dont want to hurt you. You need to relax now, she says as sh
wife. Anastasia winces.
Mrs. Grey? Dr. warns her again.

Relax, baby, I whisper, and run circles in her palm with my thumb. This always arouses her. I lean down and kiss her f
other hand, I rub her hair, and slowly ease my thumb and forefinger down to her earlobe, and locate the arousal spot beh
my fingers down to her ear lobe again and massage it. I feel the tension leave her body with her hand relaxing in mine. S
ultrasound as the doctor moves the probe around inside Anastasia.
Now, Im going to try to find a position to see if we can hear this little ones heartbeat.

Bear in mind, the fetus is very tiny, and if the pregnancy occurred later than we assumed, we may not hear it yet. But bas
cycle, we just might be able to hear it today.
What is that dark shape on the screen? Is that the baby? I ask. The shape looks nothing like a baby.

Well, thats Mrs. Greys ovary, and this, Dr. Greene points to a lima bean on the screen after she moves the probe abou
That little bean? I ask incredulous.

Yep, that little bean is your child, Mr. and Mrs. Grey, she says with a smile. Anastasia barely tears her eyes away from

assess my thoughts.
Dr. Greene touches something on the setting of the ultrasound, and soon enough the room is echoed with the sound of a
is scratching a vinyl record in a rhythmic fashion repeatedly, and quite rapidly.

This is your babys heartbeat! the Doctor says.Christian! Ana exclaims, happier than I have ever seen her. Awed, eve

gleam with joy and the events of just ten minutes ago, all forgotten. Her happiness is contagious. I hear my childs heartb
Whats that swishing noise mixed with the babys heartbeat? Is it normal? Ana asks concerned.

Your baby has a healthy heart beat at 161 beats per minute, Mrs. Grey. And this flow you hear is the sound coming from
abdomen which is sometimes picked by the fetal Doppler because, as you see, she points to something on the screen, w
heard by the baby later in the pregnancy and you can even record it to later calm your baby down after he or shes born.
sound for them. Because of the placenta, later on in the pregnancy, this flow will be heard by your baby like the sound o
Wow! is all Ana can say.
Any questions Mr. Grey?
Can you tell us how far along my wifes pregnancy is? I ask as I rub Anas hair and hold her hand.
What I can measure with the data on my screen is that Mrs. Grey is about 8 weeks and 4 days pregnant. This puts your
may change as the baby gets bigger. I can give you a better estimated due date in the upcoming weeks.

Eight weeks and four days? That means my wifes shot did run out earlier than estimated. Let me ask you something D
if Ana got another Depo shot, lets say six weeks ago? Would you have given her a pregnancy test? Or would you have a
raising my eyebrows.
Anas eyes dart to me first and then to the doctor.

It is possible that the Depo Provera shot might have caused Mrs. Grey to have a miscarriage because of the large initial
affected the fetal growth; so she would have been running a risk of low birth weight. But, I would not have administered
pregnancy test as we did when we discovered her pregnancy. Therefore this fetus doesnt run any of the aforementioned
yes, it does seem that her

Depo Provera ran out early. I nod in response. Doctor Greenes statement tells me conclusively that neither one of us pl
one way, Im glad of it. Anastasia gives me her I-told-you-so! glare, as she digs her nails in my palm. Oww! I raise my
finally smile at my wife.

I would have wanted to spend more time with my wife alone; just to have her all to myself. On the other hand, our baby
shes my woman and mine alone. Shes carrying my child. Not Rodriguezs, not Kavanaghs and definitely not Claytons
lot more than the thought she was sick due to a concussion. I can clearly see that our baby threatens other men.

Anastasia winces as the doctor pulls the probe out of her. It doesnt escape the doctors notice that I rub Anas legs thats
the blood starts flowing back on her legs, I help my wife down, and put her in upright position.

Mrs. Grey you may get dressed and I will answer any questions you may have once you join us, she says. Anastasia no

Could you recommend me a book for expecting parents to what to expect during pregnancy? I ask.

Doctor Greene smiles, and she gives me a few names and I record the names into my Blackberry. When Anastasia come
we take our seats.

I have a question about her morning sickness, Doctor, I say looking at Ana with concern. How long will they last? An
experiencing those spells? As you have heard from the earlier commotion by your door, surely you must have realized th
violent for her dad and friend, I say with restrained acrimony, to be concerned about her. Had I known that she would
home, I say my lips thinning into a firm line.
Christian! I want to work! I just got back to work after recuperating! Ana scolds me back.

Anastasia, well discuss that later, I reprimand her.It is normal for Mrs. Grey to have nausea, the doctor interjects. H

having the heaving, violent morning sickness that got you to your knees with such a force that your bodyguard had to ru
Grey, then I strongly recommend you to work part-time only. You may still be able to work full time, but do the majority
home, and then go to the office in the afternoon. That way, you can still be putting in full time hours, but half of the time
half youre in your office. You can have best of the both worlds this way.
No! Id like to go to work. I dont want my pregnancy to be the determining factor of whether or not I go to work.

I understand Mrs. Grey; Im a working mother myself. But ones health is generally the determinant of ones ability to w
experiencing will not last forever. Generally about four or five months. Then you should be fine. Your body is adjusting
never experienced before. Your body is trying to grow a new life in you. Therefore you must do all you can to aid your b
earlier reaction, I noticed that you both want the baby and very protective of it. It would therefore be in his or her best in

mom gets the best rest, she says gently as she smiles at Ana who scowls at her wordlessly. Dr. Greene is my new best fr

My recommendation is that you try out this week part time. If you see improvement in your morning sickness, or dizzy
pregnancy induced low blood pressure that may need to be monitored. At the end of the week if you see a decrease in tho
your normal schedule. If however, its continuing to disrupt your work and the symptoms worsen, then you two can deci
and the times you are less prone to those nausea spells. Generally theyre stronger in the morning.
Anas glowers at the doctor knowing that I will become overly protective of her and do so with the good doctors orders

But I hardly have them in the morning. Just around lunch time last week, and today was the only time I had it so late. C
the anxiety of seeing my dad leave the hospital? This is news to me. She never said shes been having nausea and morn
look asking when-were-you- going-to-tell-me-this? Her eyes widen with her Oh Shit! face and she avoids her gaze, a
Mrs. Grey, during pregnancy you will find some food items to make you more

nauseous but the main cause of the symptoms is pregnancy. Im sure you can test for the remainder of this week and see
accordingly you can avoid food items that amplify the symptoms. Crackers and club soda seem to aid in most cases. Wo
time work this week work for you? she asks Anastasia.
I guess, Ana answers, like a petulant child.

What about strange cravings? I ask, and Anas eyes widen and she whips her head looking at me pleading not to say an

They too are normal part of the pregnancy. Have you been having cravings?
Some... Ana mutters, looking at me admonishing. I look back at her with my impassive gaze.

Many of my colleagues will agree with me that the cravings satisfy some specific nutritional need the mothers body is
tune with their bodies during pregnancy where you pay close attention to physical stimulus, including hunger, and of cou
types of food, she
says nodding.

So, Dr. Greene, in your professional opinion, is it at utmost importance for that craving to be satisfied? I ask with a tac
Im old school; so, yes, of course. Im sure its no trouble for the father of the baby to meet mothers needs while shes
her eyebrows.

I hold my wifes hand, and kiss it gently, and place it in my palm as I massage her knuckles with the tip of my index fing

It would only be my pleasure to satisfy all my wifes cravings, Dr. Greene, I say and Anastasia nearly expires gasping,
Are you okay baby? I pat her back. Yeees, she squeaks.
Well, we dont want to take any more of your time, Doctor. Thank you, I say extending my hand.
Anastasia follows suit, and extends her hand to the doctor, still blushing.

Mrs. Grey, it is generally good to have a visit every four weeks in the first trimester but, Id like to see you in two to see
cravings, she says.
Yes, of course, says Ana in a barely audible tone, blush creeping up to her hairline all over again.

Shall we, Mrs. Grey? I say holding my hand out to her with a smirk, and exit the Doctors office holding my wifes ha
Both Sawyer and Taylor are waiting outside. She avoids their gaze, and darts me a scowling gaze.

Ana, I have an appointment with Dr. Flynn this evening, and Im already running late. Ill send you home with Sawyer,

You do? She asks surprised. Disappointment flits through her face, but it changes to a smile. Yes, of course. You have
wait for you to get back home for dinner.

Baby, you heard what the doctor said, if youre hungry, you need to eat. You can join me for desert, I say in a lasciviou
I have promised your doctor to satisfy all your cravings after all, I whisper salaciously.

I dont know Mr. Grey. I may be too hungry right now and may have to satisfy them on my own in your absence, she r

Ah, Mrs. Grey, I too would like to see how you would satisfy those types of hungers. I may just have to ask you to dem
She rolls her eyes, and tugs me in the direction of the elevators.

When we get to the parking lot, Sawyer opens the SUV door for Anastasia. I run my knuckles over her face, and she lean
Suddenly I hold her face with both hands, and kiss my wife with all Ive got. Maybe its the boiling stress arising with th

Joses possessive concern over my wifes well-being or his jealousy in hearing her pregnancy, or seeing our little blip or
want my wife, and kiss her and let everyone know just exactly who she belongs to: ME.

***** *****Yes, sir. I told him that you were running late. We had to stop at the hospital.

What happened when you walked Anas dad, Jose and his dad out?Both Mr. Rodriguez and Mr. Steele scolded young
How exactly? I probe.

Mr. Steele started saying you love Mrs. Grey, Annie, he says correcting himself as he looks into the rear-view mirror
concerned. Mr. Steele said he witnessed the intensity of your love for Mrs. Grey when she was in the hospital. He said
daughter, but Christian cant! He loves her more than any human being possible and she loves him with the same intensi
happiness.
Jose Rodriguez said that he loves her too, but he didnt grow up in money like you
Have you called Dr. Flynn?

did. Then Mr. Steele punched Jose angrily and said that no one buys his daughters love with money, possessions or wea

surprises me.

He then raised his finger and stuck it into Jose Rodriguezs chest, poking, and said that his child is not a possession to b
worthy of her love and affection could have her, and you were and you did. Mr. Steele also said that Annie loves you and
be anyone else for her,

but you. Then young Mr. Rodriguez said what if you were manipulating her by getting her pregnant at her very young a
Finally Mr.

Rodriguez-Senior grabbed his son by the shoulders shaking him and told him to stop with this hopeless love and stop hu
himself. Having children was every couples own decision and only their decision. Not their parents, siblings, friends
them from a distance. He said that he had his chance with Ana, and she only loved him as a brother and nothing else, and
something in Spanish.
What did he say? I ask tersely knowing Taylor understands Spanish.

He said, forget her, son. Shes another mans wife. She's no good for you. Whats more, theyre crazy in love. He also
didnt get the girl

he was crazy in love with. But it was a hopeless love. And asked him to consider Anas feeling. Didnt he think that she
with instead of the one whom she considered a brother? Then he shrugged out of his fathers grip, apologized Mr. Steele
deserved the best and that shes good girl and hed wait for them in the car. He might have been crying with the way he w
but I didnt see his face, Taylor says. I say nothing. Id go insane if I ever lost my wife to another man.
Do you want us to put him on our surveillance, sir?

I shake my head in the negative. No. He was just concerned about Ana. Ill talk to Sawyer when I get home about what
Jose have it, I still could for hurting my wifes feelings and embarrassing her in front of her doctor, her father and others
desperately wanted to beat the shit out of him, but that would only raise Anas sympathy for him. Fuck! He has deeper fe
hate any other man desiring my wife, including Jose. Itd be very easy for me to harm, or hurt Jose. But in doing so, I wo
from anything that would hurt Anastasia.
I feel the SUV coming to a stop at Johns clinics parking lot. His secretary is gone, and
Dr. Flynn greets us in the reception area. He leads me to his office and I close the door behind me. He takes his seat and
knee.

Christian, its been quite a while since Ive seen you. I hope you and Ana are doing well. Taylor said that you had to sto
shes well.

Shes fine, was experiencing some morning sickness earlier. Her father was being discharged from the hospital today. T
I say and briefly explain the encounter. Johns eyes widen, but he says nothing. He rapidly starts scribbling onto his table
told me about, he looks up, puts his stylus down and starts typing quickly. This cant be good.
Tell me Christian, did you develop some sympathy for this young man who has feelings for Anastasia?
I think about it for a minute.Not quite, John. I dont really care for him, but Ana does, even if shes angry with him
now. Hes her friend.Interesting, he says and types even faster.

Why? Surely, you love your wife, and you would go to extents before you hurt someone that she cares about.

Yes. But, I also noted in one of my earlier conversations with you that this is a form of sacrifice you do for the people y
dont necessarily like for the sake of those you love. You did the same with your mother.
Come again? How did we jump from Jose Rodriguez to my mother?

We will get to that point later, Christian. I want to ask you about the night you called me when you found out about Ana
that you were going to be a father make you feel like?

I inhale and exhale loudly.Helpless, rudderless, incompetent, angry, lost, scared...Those are some powerful adjectives

No! Except maybe scared. Having nearly lost my wife made every one of these feelings disappear, except for fear. It am
direction. My initial fear was about becoming a shitty father. Its still in the back of my mind. But, I think with Anas hel
shitty father. The fear I have is the fear of loss, I say my voice going down. I recount my feelings when I called the ban
then finding out Hyde was out on bail, and that she was kidnapped.

I take a whole minute to compose myself when I talk about finding my wife nearly lifeless on cold concrete. My hands f

I nearly killed the fucker! She was going to kill my wife. My Ana and my child! My sister, too! I run both my hands in
typing or writing with his stylus. Hes probing me with the intensity of his gaze.
You worried about your babys well-being?
Of course! Its my child! My helpless baby! If I dont protect my wife, and my baby, what good am I as a man?
Do you realize what you just said Christian? What? I ask exasperated.

You just declared that you had the desire to protect your unborn child. In fact, I dare say, it was an automatic reaction. Y
father.

But my fear wasnt just about becoming a shitty father, John! I wanted to have more time with Ana. Ive never had wha
it comes to Anastasia, Im a starving man in a banquet, John! I can never get enough of her.
And yet you not only accepted your child, but you have shown love and care for a tiny fetus. Most fathers take a while
carry the baby in their womb, theyre already bonding with the growing life in their bodies. But, men most often see the
of their wives away from them and may take a while for them to bond.

Im not entirely sure that Im out of that group yet, Dr. Flynn. On the other hand, I do feel fiercely protective of that 8 w
him...
Or maybe because, you also want him.

Yes, I do, I whisper. But doesnt change the fact that Im still afraid... Afraid of losing Anas care, love and attention,
that I may be impatient... I dont know John! Im a man who loves to be in control of his life and everything around him
changed after Anastasia came into my life, and nothings ever been the same.
Dr. Flynn looks at me with hard scrutiny.
Are you missing your old life?

No! What my wife gives me is refreshing, love, touch, the kind of bond I never ever thought could happen to me! I didn
blatantly saw it in some other people. Genuine love... Saying that I am in love with my wife is just too simple of an expr
have for her is permanent, soul altering, defining. Shes my purpose in life, the reason I wake up every morning, the one
please her as long as I exist. And by extension, our child is the seal of that love. So, I want him more than ever.
Is it because Jose got jealous of you fathering Anas baby?
I run my hand over my day old stubble, thinking.

Not because of the reason you say. His jealousy would only trigger my possessive side for Ana which of course it did. W
baby was that his repulsiveness and dislike of our child as if he was an abomination that stole my wifes freedom.

How did that make you feel? Flynn asks. I exhale loudly. Dr. Flynn asks this question so often, he should have it tattoo
I wanted to beat the shit out of him. Did you?You know I didnt.What kept you?
I told you this John! Hurting him would hurt Ana, and I will shy away from anything that would hurt her!

At the cost of enduring the pain inside, away from her eyes? he says, and I look at him impassively without giving him

I also noticed that you didnt tell Mr. Rodriguez that your baby was an unplanned pregnancy. You let him think that it w
I nod in response to Dr. Flynn's assessment.
Why?

Because, its none of his fucking business! I dont give a shit about what Jose or any other fucker who has eyes for my
do what I do. And not giving a shit about others opinions of me has been my lifes philosophy. As long as my wife know
loved or cared for, that I would go to such extents to protect her, spend everything I own, give up everything Im have, b
If she needed a heart transplant, and Im the only match, Id carve my own heart out for her just so she lives. Thats the e
apologies or explanations to anyone let alone a sappy boy who walks after my wife like a lost puppy. He needs to get it t

head that she is my wife, my woman, and the mother of my baby! If he ever does anything remotely simple to hurt her a
think I can restrain myself. It nearly came to that point in the end today. It took literally all my self-control to not to beat
next week!

It would have taken a lot more than 3 hospital security guards to stop me from doing just that. But I didnt want to cause
she had endured with that fuckers accusations! Thats why I exercised restraint! Ana can and does stand up for herself, a
I cant allow anyone to hurt him. Im his parent! Its my job to protect him! No one and I do mean no one will harm my
me!

Thats quite a declaration Christian. Now, tell me about your last meeting with Elena. You said that you went for a drink
Anastasia. I close my eyes in pain.
Are you trying to wound me by reminding me that while protecting my wife from others, I hurt her the most?

No, Christian. I am trying to establish something that you know in your subconscious, but never said it out-loud. But fir

Go on please... he says, waiting for an explanation.

Elena was an unfinished business since my birthday. I had to have closure. It had been over between us for years, but I
me, and it shocked us both that I flinched away from her touch like it was the bubonic plague. Then she made it sound li
wasnt. Im in love with my wife! No matter how angry I get with Anastasia and God know she tries my patience like no
told Elena that! Anas my present and future. And perhaps I may have known all along that Elena had the idea that she

would get me back again in a sexual relationship which of course I ignored knowing Im the one in charge of my life and
charade up making myself believe that we are only friends. At least thats what I considered Elena was to me. In a way s
but when she touched me the way she did before she initiated hardcore fucking, I could no longer lie to myself that she w
case for her. I had to make it abundantly clear that there could never, ever anything happen between us, and I could neve
Did you tell her Ana was pregnant?

God, no! She knew I was upset when I run into her in front of Esclava, and asked me to go out for a drink. I only said A
wasnt ready for it, because I feared of losing my wife to a little invader, that shed never have time for me, or love me, a
life. Fear of loss, grief even was lacing my mind at the time. I just had to talk to someone, and you were, well... you wer

But after she made a pass at you, you could no longer hide behind the idea that shes only a friend. That is a fact you ha
subconscious. It is nothing new. In fact, I have noted that about you 4 years ago. Remember the time your mother invited
time, and Elena was there. We had a session a few days after that party discussed the events in that session. I have noted
your mother, and once with Elena. I have probed about your rigidity then. You were carefree with your sister, and it was
still at ease. But with Elena, I noted that you erected a barrier, and you were somewhat rigid. I look at him with unblink
I vaguely remember something in that line, I say non-committal.

Im quite sure you remember more than that Christian. It was first of many times you walked out of my office in anger.
back. But you
did... A week after, he adds in his Londoner accent. I shake my head.
Do you remember what I said to you? he asks. I sigh.

Yes. You hypothesized that the reason I didnt cut Elena out of my life though I ceased all sexual relations with her was
said that if I were to sever my ties with my seducer and eliminated her from my life, and avoided her in all family functi
You said that discovery

of my mothers good friends betrayal in the form of seducing her son would hurt my mother immensely. Then you conje
my mother from getting hurt in any shape or form possible, especially from something about my past. Therefore you said
detrimental relationships at a personal cost because of my love for my mother.

John smiles widely. Verbatim with my notes. Do you see the parallel with Jose situation? You tried your best to avoid th
protect your wife even though it came at a personal cost to you. I dare say that you would never do that for a sub, or any
life.

Are you suggesting it was wrong? I ask my raising my eyebrows. I cross my arms and sit back in my leather chair as t
am.

Im glad you exercised self-control and restraint to avoid violence. But I want to examine the underlying reason for you

example. Why do you think you didnt eliminate Elena out of your life after your relationship ended? One cannot go from
and forgetting everything then switch into a placid friendship phase.
Thats a done deal John! I have cut her out of my life! What more do you want from me? I say jumping up to my feet.
Are you going to walk out again? he asks.
Noo! I say like a sullen teenager.

I have given problems to my parents since the minute they adopted me. I didnt let anyone to touch me! I remember my
shirked away from her touch when I was four, but she still managed to smile at me. Then, I didnt speak for two years. E
beat him up which my parents put a stop to it. I had this undiluted rage in me that never subsided; I was mad at everyone
me to exist! Then came my fucking teen years: I was in trouble every day, all the time! I put my parents through
enough misery already, I say taking a breath.
Do you really think that I would put them through worse shit when I became an adult? I would do anything, absolutely
pain

that was worse than all the misery I put them through combined over the years. It would devastate my mom, and it did w
didnt
even know the extent or the kind of relationship Elena and I had. My mom assumed that it was just a sexual affair... Not

Maybe it was just me who is the abomination, the one who screws up my loved ones ordered, perfect lives. The fear of
abhorrence were some of the reasons why I made myself believe that Elena was just a friend, a friend who immensely be
with my issues... Even if I was to admit to myself in the subconscious level that our relationship was wrong, Id be resett
would be for nothing. And along the way, Id be hurting my family, my mother in particular. I wasnt going to take that c
how much it caused me pain just so I
could avoid inflicting greater pain to the ones I love.
And we have a breakthrough... John says smiling.

Thats the exact reason you tolerated Joses behavior. To avoid inflicting pain to your wife. You would rather endure un
doing so, you are protecting the ones you love. But, who will protect Christian?

Im big, bad and ugly enough to do that myself.Are you?Why shouldnt I be? I answer with a question in avoidan
prudent if you also protected yourself.I have so many layers of protection John!

I disagree. Those are insulations and avoidance from society rather than protection, Christian. For example, in the past,
to cutting her off completely. The layers insulated you, but didnt completely protect you, just caused you to grow distan
were stripped away from you rather forcefully, you were left bereft of any coping mechanism which

was amply demonstrated after Anastasia entered into your life. Avoidance didnt teach you how to deal with real life. Jus
says feeding my earlier words back at me.

Dealing with lifes issues is a learned behavior, Christian. You have been exposed compellingly into reality of life since
pregnancy, Elenas unwanted advances, your sisters and Anastasias kidnapping, Anas injuries

and now another young man who is in love with Anastasia accusing you of being uncaring towards your wife, and gettin
permanently.
How should I have dealt with them John? I ask exasperated.

Theres no one size fits all formula Christian. I dont expect you to accommodate Mr. Rodriguez. Ana is your wife, you
have and care for a child even if the pregnancy was unplanned. Others who are causing problems to our relationships are
you dont owe explanations to them. Only to the ones we love. We need to be open with them.
I dont think it would go so well if I were to tell Anastasia that I want to kick her
friends ass till hell wont have it again! She might have issues with that... I say sarcastically.
Is that how you feel?

Yes, I do. I dont want him near my wife! I dont want him trying to hold her when shes puking, comfort her, and have
her for our decisions. I will make no excuses when I beat the shit out of him! I will protect my wife and my child fiercely
say something, but I cut him off.

Before you say anything John, talk to me after your wife is stalked, kidnapped, beaten half to death, nearly lost the baby
my life, and some other asshole with his confused love for my wife was making life miserable for her. Was he just waitin
Anastasia and leave? So, dont expect me to make excuses, or ask any forgiveness when I kick the shit out of the next pe
pain on my wife, my child, or any other member of my family!
John scribbles something on his tablet again, and I think he murmurs, two steps forward, one step back.
Be that as it may; where my wife and child are concerned, there are no limits in what I will do to protect them.
Well, our time is nearly up, you shall not wait this long before you see me again. How about next week? John asks.
Next week sounds great. Ill have my assistant schedule.
Taylor is waiting in the waiting room. He opens the door for me to exit the clinic. I feel a load lifted off
me. Maybe I dont have the amount of progress Dr. Flynn wants me to have, but I have progress enough
for Christian Grey to fit my desires and my control freakery. Today of all days, despite all that happened,
I feel undefeated, unconquered but not quite invincible. And right now, I want to go home, find the reason
for my existence, and bury myself in her for a long time.
Sting - Mad About You
***** *****
Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

CHAPTER XI EVERYTHING AND NOTHING

Taylor and I arrive at Escala, but Anastasia is nowhere to be seen. I go to our bedroom to see if shes there, but shes not
out into the living room and make my way to the dining area. There is a flurry of activity by Mrs. Jones in the kitchen. S

opposed to two people.

Mrs. Jones, where is Mrs. Grey?She was here about 30 minutes ago sir, I believe she left to go to her bedroom after

asking me to prepare food for the company. Company? What company? I ask.

Im not exactly sure, sir. I believe six people are coming. She was going to explain, but she received a phone call and h
Did she eat? I ask.She started to, but shes been receiving one phone call after another.

A nervous edgy energy takes me over. I have a feeling that this is Joses doing. I dont know what he did, but hes stirred

I go to the library to see if shes there. Generally, Anastasia finds the library soothing, relaxing. Its a good place to sit an

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I take it out, and check the Caller ID. I frown when I see the caller. I walk to my
door behind
me, I answer.

I thought I asked you to never contact me again! I hiss. My mind is still at my wife wondering where she might be.
I know; Im so sorry Christian! I wouldnt have if I havent heard what happened.
And what would that be? I ask without giving any information.

Christian, even the deaf have heard that Anastasia and Mia were kidnapped. Despite what you may think of me, I still c
been my friend for many years. Of course I restrained myself from calling you but Linc called me this afternoon after all
our divorce, Elena says. I walk back to my seat behind my desk.
Why would that interest me? Hes your ex; not mine, I say, giving nothing away.

Well, my ex, she says enunciating, happens to have paid the bail of your wifes and your sisters kidnapper. And hes
Though it is not explicitly expressed, I know Lincoln, and I know what he is capable of. Is it true that you sold Lincoln T
When I dont respond, she continues to talk.

I will take your silence as an admission. But, Christian, please, please, please dont take him lightly. Lincoln doesnt do
when it comes to revenge, he wont go for it until he has all his docks in a row and hes going for kill. No matter how me
of yourself to be, youre a law
abiding citizen. Lincoln has the appearance of a good citizen. But, he can hand the devil his own ass!
Thanks for the warning. I can take care of myself, I reply ready to hang up.

You saw what he did to me! she shouts, her voice a high pitch. You saw! That was just for $100,000 Dollars! One hun
most expensive purses cost more than that! she shouts. I havent heard Elena shout in a very long time.
He didnt just beat you up for money, Elena! It was because we were fucking!

Grow up Christian! You werent the only one I was fucking, she says. And thats not a revelation to me. Although she
else looked at me with carnal appreciation, I had an inkling suspicion that she was doing it. Linc brought men and wom
Id see you once a month when you were in school; that is hardly enough to satisfy me. You know the Dom/Sub clubs I f
amply. Do you think I was going to go without sex for that long? Even though I hid my extracurricular activities from Li
knew about them. For him, it was just the principal of things: by controlling what I did, he controlled me. I broke the pro
dominant that he is. Thats why he beat me up an inch of my life to show me who the true master is. And you, someone I
thought he had no one to rival him. You see, no one beats him in his own game and gets away with it! Remember, he wa
you for fucking me without his permission. Seven years! Do you know the lengths he would go to punish you and all tho
dismantling his company?

She knows she got my attention. I can deal with anyone who desires to punish me. But, my wife, my baby, my family ar
over by hurting them would be signing their own death certificate.

Lets assume for a minute that what you say is true. He doesnt have the means to inflict any kind of damage to me. He
associations, I state, waiting to see how she will contradict me. Im still not sure if this is Elenas way to get back into m
will cost me to hear it.

Arghhh! she groans on the phone. For a very bright man Christian, someone whose wife has just been beaten half to d
remember what I looked like?
Yes! I respond, growing rigid. I know what shes trying to get to.

If your wife didnt shoot her attacker, and if you and your men didnt get there on time, you would not be apprehending
murderer. And believe me when I say this, that guy wasnt inadequate...
Inadequate? I hiss, in a low voice. You think he was inadequate when he nearly killed my wife?

If it was Lincoln, she raises her voice an octave, speaking through teeth, he would have finished the job! And I dont
very hard to get you to understand what you are face to face. This guy must have been a last minute opportunity for Linc
as well as he

could have given the time restraints. My ex-husband could have inflicted the pain he wanted me to endure, and would ha
wasnt dead! He made sure that I suffered for a very long time. It took me months to heal! Death, he knows is a short trip
does not attack until he knows he gets all he wants, all his revenges fulfilled. He learns from his mistakes and he never r
to Lincoln exacting his dues, hes like a bottomless pit. You are now his number one enemy!
Am I not Merciful? - The Gladiator
Why didnt you press charges if he was such a horrible man? I ask curiosity getting the better of me.

And then do what? If I pressed charges, he would out me as your lover. Your parents would endure a public shame as if
trophy wife, because you were 21 years old. There was no hiding it; you werent a minor! Can you imagine the ramificat
and a respected attorney? We had a six years long affair. Who would believe them even if both of us swore up and down

believed us then your parents would have been dubbed unfit as parents for not seeing something going on for

this long. His disclosure would have been simply devastating for many people. You were just getting into business. It wo
began.
If I went further, he would expose what we had since you were a minor... she says.

I fail to see how he would have done that without exposing himself as being in the scene. Besides, what you stated abou
way. His disclosure would have also made the police or the public suspicious that he too knew about the 6 years long aff
affair became inconvenient for him. I was at the beginning of business. Id survive. But he, as a wife abuser and someon
advantage of a minor would have had worse ramifications in business.

Oh Christian! What I stated is just the best case of scenario! Linc even had rock solid alibi showing himself away at the
the means to have us disappeared without a trace. He would have done it in such a way that no one would have any way
remaining silent for five seconds. Her voice lowers, I wanted to live and put the experience behind me. Then you broke
start anew.
But now that youve taken what he values the most, you cut his balls out, made him impotent in the business world. Its
revenge, but
when.Do you know where he would be hiding his money? What money?
He embezzled from his own company. There are millions of dollars missing. Weve only located a small percentage of

I dont know. I never got into his business dealings. That company was his mistress. He wasnt going to share the inform

You said that he threatened me. What exactly did he say? I ask in a dangerously low voice. My patience running thin w

He said, starts Elena, clears her throat, and deepens her voice, your ignoble former boy lover fucked up my company
to him. He is as devilish as I am; your tutelage of him under your whip paid him off handsomely.

He knows how to properly inflict pain. I called to congratulate you. I shall someday return the favor to him, and part him
stopping. If you go and talk to the police about this, I will deny every single word of it. Im very fond of the life I lead,
willing to part with what I cherish, yet. Not, even for you Christian. So, just be careful.
Ill send Welch to talk you.
No, I said all theres to say.

I abruptly stand from my seat. My chair rolls behind my protesting the force which I exerted on it. I grasp the edge of my
very room with me. Be that as it may, he is my security adviser he may uncover something I didnt think of. You owe m
exasperated breath, ready to protest.
Hell meet you tonight. Hell call you and let you know where you will meet him. I had plans... she starts.
I had accommodated you long enough myself. Your plans are now changed! Revise them!

Oh, fine! she hisses. Hows Anastasia? she asks changing tact.Shes fine. If thats all you have to tell, I have busine

Goodnight Christian, she says.

Goodnight Elena. Wait for Welch to call you. If you dont answer, you know he has ways of finding you, I warn and I

Standing in the middle of the room, I try to compose myself, run my hands through my hair in exasperation. After taking
instructions. After briefly explaining him what Elena informed me, I tell him to contact Elena, and question her about the
conversation is brief and to the point.

Okay, call me or text me when you uncover something, I order.Will do, sir. Also, I highly recommend that we put som
him and detail is activities. Thats something we havent done with Hyde and it cost us, he reminds me.

I agree. Get someone who has experience in covert ops as soon as possible and I want the detailed resume of him, I co

I drop my phone in my pants pocket, and leave my study in sure steps like a panther on a prowl. I need to find my wife.
When I make my way to the living room, I still dont see Anastasia. Mrs. Jones, wheres Mrs. Grey?

She was looking for you as well. As a matter of fact, she just went to your bedroom to see of you were there. Your gues

"I was in my bedroom 10 minutes ago. She wasn't there.""I'm sorry sir, that's where she said she was going to look for yo
Who is coming over?Mrs. Grey just informed me that it's your family, sir.

Why are they coming on a weekday of all days? I turn around and make my way to our bedroom. Anastasia is just comin
black wraparound dress elegantly tied with a nice bow on her right side. Her high heels are making her at least four inch
ponytail, and her make-up is natural, accentuating what she already has. In short, she is irresistibly fuckable.

Mrs. Grey, I have been looking for you, I murmur, after drinking her in. My eyes darken with lascivious desire as my h
Have you now, Mr. Grey? she responds, her voice husky.

I lean down and kiss her. My hand slides down to the small of her back. I cup her buttocks in my hand and push her into
run

into my hair, clumping it. I lift her up off the ground, and walk into our bedroom kicking the door closed with the heel o
Christian, your family is coming, she murmurs between kisses. I groan.

Right now baby, I dont care if the Pope himself is paying a visit to us promising heaven. What I want, I emphasize, a
And thats you!

Anastasia looks up and her gaze is locked on the avid wanton gleam in my eyes. She swallows. Her left arm wraps aroun
my biceps. I walk towards our bed with sure steps and deposit my wife onto the mattress then loom over her. The weight
angulate my hips over the junction of her thighs letting her know, making her feel how much I desire her, how

hard my erection has grown, and how deep I want to fuck her. I feel Anastasia tremble beneath me with desire. I tilt her h
full lips. The moment our lips touch, fire engulfs my veins, jolting me into awareness, making me desire her even more.
Set Fire to the Rain - Adele

Her hands travel under my jacket, trying to shove it off my back. I help her tossing it across the room. When I lean down
trying to unbutton my shirt in a hurry. When she cant, she squirms under me with impatience. When she manages to unb
the next one. With frustration, she pulls my shirt apart making the buttons scatter on the bed and around the room.
Savage! I whisper. I, love it!

We dont have much time, but I want you now husband! Fast and hard, please! Take me! Possess me! Make me feel Im
know what caused her to feel this way, but thats exactly what I need!
Yes, maam!I dont know how other couples communicate. But, were not like other people. We

communicate through sex. My intense passion and craving for her explodes in leaps and bounds.

When I lean down to kiss her again, I feel the pucker of her tightening nipples under her dress grazing over my chest hai
my cock, growing the ache I have for her which can only be sated by being buried deep inside her. Her lips are soft, and
on her lower lip. Her
bodys instant reaction to me makes me give out a deep guttural groan. I hold my torso up using my forearm thinking at
my other hand I push the skirt of her dress up feeling her drenched sex.

Oh, Ana! You are so wet for me! I murmur into her lips. I swallow her little moans. She arches her head and her back a
perfect mounds pushing through her dress. My lips graze over the fabric of her dress, and capture a puckered nipple betw
making Anastasia groan with pleasure. Her hips lift up trying to find my cock, hungry for friction, trying to melt into me
back; an act that would have made me jump out of my skin is now making me hard, ferociously hungry for my wife. She
down. Her hands push their way under my waistband but restricted by my belt.

Your pants! Off! Please, she manages to pant her demand. I unbuckle my belt, unbutton and unzip my pants. Anastasia
my erection. Her thumb runs over the crown of my erecting in rhythmic circles. The current of her touch makes me tilt m

Oh, baby! What you do to me!

Her hand runs from hilt to aching tip, slowly yet greedily, licking her lips. I untie the bow of her dress opening it up.

The need I feel for her is urgent, like the thirst of a man in the desert. I have no patience to gingerly pull her panties off.
her panties. My fingers run over the folds of her sex. Her wetness makes me groan. I swiftly turn my hand over and poke
it into shreds.
Paul McDonald and Nikki Reed
Those... those cost five hundred Dollars! she pants.
Baby, I wouldnt care if they were fifty thousand dollars right now!

I sit up on my knees and open the flap of her dress. Her breasts are pushing through her black lace bra. I lean down and r
breasts. I run my index finger beneath the lacy cup of her bra freeing her left breast. Then, leaning down to her enticing m
the warm wetness of my mouth with deep, aching pulls.
Please! she begs.

I grin between pulls. My hand darts down to her pulsing sex, swollen with her desire. With my other hand, I free her righ
tightens begging for attention. I lick and nip my way to her other breast. Capturing the areola in my mouth, I lick her nip
Groaning, Anastasia arches her back up pushing her hips trying to find my heavy erection, seeking that connection.

Taylor! Ana has not been well, and she told us to come over here. I need to see my friend! we hear from outside our do

Miss Kavanagh, as much Id like to accommodate you, Mr. Grey is her husband and he is with her. And until they come
barge into their bedroom! I hear Taylors authoritative voice right outside my door.

Fucking Kavanagh! Cant a man get a break today?I just want to knock on the door to see if shes okay!No maam! T
ready.
Taylor, what if Ana is sick, and my brother cant call for help? I hear my sisters silly logic.

You need not worry about that Ms. Grey. We have protocols in place for that sort of situation. When Mr. and Mrs. Grey
Taylor blocks them.
Well, at least let them know were here or something! Kavanagh says.
I will inform Mr. Grey. Please take a seat in the living room and enjoy the food and drinks.
"Holly hell!" Anastasia whispers.

Im not leaving this bedroom without fucking you! I hiss through my teeth, and Anastasia raises her hips to meet mine
get what she wants. I push her legs apart with my knees. Holding my heavy erection in my hand, I run my hand up and d
throbbing veins. I lean down and run the crown of my penis over the wetness of her sex.

Now, please! Fast and hard!

We aim to please, Mrs. Grey," I say, feeding my erection into the depths of her sex. Once I am hilt deep she wraps her l
even deeper. I expertly angulate my hips trying to rub and locate that secret sweet spot inside her. I grab her by the butto
naturally pushing down onto my cock, I ring all the bells and whistles.
Tonight - Enrique Iglesias

This is the deepest, I hiss. I hold her up, and rearing up push upwards as I descend Anastasias weight down in rapid fa
Yeesss! she moans. More! Please!

As I move her up and down on my cock, sliding in and out of her sex, her breasts pushed forward by the wire of her bra
push her up, her nipple aligns with my mouth, and I capture it, sucking in deep pulls. When my cock drills into her again
inside.
Again! she begs.

I capture her other nipple in my mouth. Suck it hard. She pushes her head back as I shove my dick hard into her. I move
upwards, and roll my hips once I enter her and locating my favorite spot, I rub and massage it in circles with my cock, st
back, nails running through, turning me on hotter. The heels of her pumps dig into my ass in her effort to merge us.

Finally I rear again, and push my cock into her fast and hard in rapid succession as I raise her buttocks and descend her o
contraction, and pull of the muscles of her sex in her effort to milk me dry. She shouts her pleasure as her teeth latches o

Fuuuuck! Ana! I hiss as I spurt into her sex thick and hard marking my woman, my wife, washing her in my semen. M
ecstasy, my mouth opens in an O and then my teeth clamp shut, air hissing through with a mixture of pleasure and lust. A
my cock like a tightly fisted glove, I thrust into her four more times. The jolts of orgasms can be felt in the tips of my toe
Finally our lips meet and feeling of waves of orgasm transfer into each other.
Ana! Ana! Ana! I love love and love you, baby!

I finally pull my cock out of her. Its barely tamed. I could go on all night, but we have people waiting outside. By their a
will come barging into our bedroom.
Mrs. Grey, you weave some powerful magic.
Black Magic Woman - Santana
So do you Mr. Grey, she replies.
Do you know why they are here? I ask without putting her down.
She sighs and makes a motion for me to stand her up.
Kate called me. Apparently Jose texted her asking if she was concerned ever about my well-being for any reason.
I stiffen immediately. My gaze turns into chards of ice.
What did Kate say in response?

She didnt respond to his text. She called me obviously worried and equally curious about why he would ask such a thin
I raise quizzical eyebrow encouraging her to go on.

When I explained to Kate that I got sick when I went to see my father, she got overly concerned, well, not like Jose but
she says rolling her eyes. Kate also assumed that it was the result of the concussion I've had and scolded me for going b
just tired of being scolded and lectured by my friends. But when she wanted to come and see me with her own eyes to m
told her to let others know and come together. It turns out she and Elliot went out for a drink with Mia and Ethan. When
feeling well earlier, they all got concerned and wanted to check on me. Mia was more so because she was feeling respon
shaking her head. I scoop my wife off the floor, and walk to the en suite bathroom. I nod my head encouraging her to co

Since they all wanted to come over, I wanted someone else to be on our side when we announce the news of the Blip. I
over with your dad. This way she can back me up. I just didnt want a repetition of this afternoons incidents.

I dont think theyll react the same way Jose did. He had ulterior motives... I mutter trying to conceal how angry I am
this afternoon and angrier still for texting Kate. At least he didnt spill the news this time. I might have to have a talk wit

I dont want to think about what he said, Christian. Im still boiling mad about it. Hes hurt my feelings. This is my bab

Our baby! I correct her as I stand her up in the bathroom. Taking some wet wipes, I kneel before my wife, and delicate
shoulders to steady herself. I take another wet wipe and capture and clean the leisurely running semen down her inner th

And its my job to protect you both, I say splaying my hand on her belly. Jose, Kate or anyone has to go through me:
protector... I say in a low voice. Do you understand? You dont need to do anything except to stay
safe. Im your husband, and this little ones father. Youre both mine! I protect what is mine, I say enunciating.
Her breath hitches, and lips part as her gaze is locked on mine.

All clean. Well, Ill clean myself up while you get dressed and we better do it quickly and get out there before they try t
is still hanging out, I say and Anastasia bursts out laughing.
Mrs. Grey, am I that funny?

Mr. Grey, your delicate vocabulary knows no bounds. But actually, she adds her laughter subsiding as I rise up, her g
funny about this, husband, she whispers, her fingers wrapping around my semi tamed cock.

Not now, baby. Well never be able to leave the room, and we have impatient company out there. Her face slightly fall
it, taking the edge of the sting of my words.
When Anastasia and I manage to leave our bedroom, she's dressed in a different wrap

around dress. Her hair is back in a ponytail, her lips are glossy, and shes in her high heels. I have my jeans and black t-s

About time you came out! We were wondering if we should send in the rescue crews to your bedroom with instructions
grinning, making Anastasia flush.
Elliot! chides Mom.
Kate slaps his leg.
Really, Elliot! Anas been sick. Im sure he was tending her! she scolds him.

Oh, Ive no doubt that he was tending her," he grins even wider. "Congrats by the way, you have graduated from speedy
his watch.
Fuck off Elliot! I scold him.

Id love to, but I take a lot longer than you, so I have to wait till I get home, Elliot continues to joke, laughing this time
Ethan Kavanaghs jaw drops open, shocked in light of Elliot's jokes partially involving his sister.
Are you quite done? Dad berates Elliot. Youre embarrassing your brother and his wife.

Ok, ok, Im done. You should all relax. The girls were all freaking out thinking Ana was sick, but I was just trying to de
his sentence. Kate elbows him.

Ana, how are you darling? Mia walks up to Ana and hugs her tight. Mmmmm! Ive missed you. When Kate got a tex
werent well today and nearly passed out in your dads hospital room, we were so worried about you! Mia holds tops of
take a good look at her.
You look a bit pale. Are you having headaches, stomachache, any kinda aches or pains? she asks.

Mia! Ana will be fine, dear, my Mom censures my sisters as she comes to Anas rescue giving my wife a small hug.
Hello darling girl! How are you feeling? she asks in a soft whisper. Ana nods and
smiles in response.Just fine Grace.Kate takes her turn in giving Ana a hug.

Seriously, were you that sick this afternoon? Rodriguez texted that you freaked them out. What happened? Why did you
early for you to go back to work? Did the doctors miss something? Did you get checked up? she asks, and leaning into
home? Anas eyes dart at me immediately trying to see assess if I have heard Kate. One look at my face and she knows
I feel fine and safe! she hisses her answer to Kate.

My Dad comes and kisses her forehead, and gives her a small hug in greeting her. Elliot takes his turn by holding my wi
Wow, Ana! Youve lost weight little lady! How do you feel?

Elliot, you may let go of my wife now, I say pulling Anastasia to my side. Finally Ethan Kavanagh greets her, and I na
lifting her
off the floor.
Christ! What the fuck is going on with other guys wanting to hold my wife?

Here, Ana! Nothing a glass of wine cant cure! my brother says handing Anastasia a glass of champagne. My Mom, M
expression on our faces.

Thank you Elliot, I say and take the glass of champagne from Anas hand amidst my brothers confused look. Ana slow
Kate scowls at me, misunderstanding Anastasias surprised expression in being handed a glass of champagne the wrong

You know, Christian, you need to stop bossing my friend around! If the girl wants to drink a glass of champagne, she ca
Youre worrying her friends! My eyes darken anger rising in me. I hate people butting into our lives and making assum
Yeah, dude! Why wont you let her drink? Even if she cant handle her drink, Im sure
one glass is not that bad! Elliot says.

Here, Ana dear, Ill give you mine. I didnt touch it yet! Mia hands her glass of champagne, then she slaps my shoulde
Stop! Stop! Stop! Everyone needs to stop their misplaced concerns for me! Ana shouts.
All of them fall silent when my quiet Ana raises her voice at the guests in the house.

Yes, I have had a concussion, a fractured skull, damaged ribs, muscles and tissues recently. I also threw up in my dads
unglamorously making everyone concerned for me. But Im not sick, she says stopping. Well, at least not the way you
What do you mean, not the way we think?

Ana sighs. She looks up at me, and I extend my hand to her, nodding. I pull my wife under my arm, our hands clasped. M
reassuring.

We wanted to wait to tell you this. But I guess it cant be kept hidden for long because everyone is getting concerned fo
sickness with my

the concussion I've. The reason I am sick now, or I have been sick recently is because Christian and I are expecting a bab

There is a deafening silence at first as if this was the last thing they expected to hear, but the second Anastasia's words re
girls who are jumping up and down. The next thing I know is that Ana is being tugged out under my

arm as if two particularly vicious bridesmaids are fighting over the brides flower bouquet. All this is to give my wife the

Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Mia shouts in rapid-fire as if she lost her ability of speech other than oh
fighting for that first hug like the fullback trying to protect the quarterback from the opposing team; namely Kate.

A baby! A little baby! Ana, Im so happy for you! Kate shouts shoving my sister out of the way catching her prize bou
her tightly.
You have a baby here? she asks splaying her hand over Anas flat belly after finally

letting go of Ana. Such a miracle! Kate gushes. Katherine Kavanagh actually gushes and is happy for her friend. Mia t
Both my sister and Kate talk over each other completely overjoyed. Well, maybe a woman's pregnancy alters all her frien
Well, Christian helped, I couldnt have created a miracle on my own, Ana smirks looking up at me.

Congratulations bro! Im so happy for you man! Elliot says hugging me genuinely happy for us. You do know how to
slapping my arm with one hand good naturedly.
Oh, shut up, Elliot! I faux chide him.

Seriously bro! Im very happy for both of you. I really am! Our family is growing! This does call for celebration. Mrs. J
alcoholic for Ana? he calls out.
Coming right up! Mrs. Jones replies cheerfully.Both my dad and my mom come and hug me overjoyed.

Ethan Kavanagh looks like he is attempting to smile after he lost a bet and had been forced to swallow a rather nasty bug
Congratulations to you both, he says in a flat voice with that awkward smile. The clasp of his handshake is weak.
Isnt that wonderful Ethan? Mia bursts with excitement holding his arms with utter, undiluted joy.
Yes, great news, he says with an attempted but failed enthusiasm.

Cheers! he says lifting his glass up to me, and empties his drink with a single gulp. Ahhh! Another disappointed admir
been deterring other admirers faster than fist fight between two men in a pissing contest who are in love with the same w
the pissing contest and conceded rather grudgingly to my purchase, my brand of ownership of my wife. Its fucking inter
and my possession of her over her arm in bold red ink, it would not have deterred any of them as much as the lima bean
my kid there.

I pull my wife into my arms, canoodling her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I place my hands are over her belly, s
declaration couldnt have been louder if I were shouting it. Anastasias breath hitches, and a sweet blush creeps up to her
ownership of our baby. She twists her head to look up at me. I descend my lips over hers and kiss her chastely. Both my

our joy. My brother pulls Kate into his arms, and they hug each other. My sister goes to Kavanagh and holds Ethans han
time its a tumbler with an amber liquid in it. As Mia hugs him with a giddy excitement, he downs his drink and wipes h
not just Jose Rodriguez. Ethan Kavanagh is jealous, as well. But at least he does his best to hide it. Yes, this is my woma
Oh! When is the due date? Mia asks.Why dont we all sit? I direct them to the large sectional.
I seat Anastasia next to me, and place my arm around her. I hold both her hands in one of mine.

Well, come on Ana, when is the baby due? Kate asks excitedly.Im only 8 weeks and 4 days pregnant. So my due dat
doctor said that she can be able to give us a more definite date as the baby grows in size. But I imagine that its going to
few days, she replies.

May? Oh, no! Do we have to change the wedding date? Because, if we have the wedding around your due date we mig
If we

schedule it after, you might still be recovering and maid of honor dress may not fit as you grow bigger, or we may not ha
the baby!
Jesus! The things women worry about!

Kate... Kate... Relax baby! We have about 7 or 8 months until our wedding. Im sure my brother can afford to have two
comes down to it.

Elliot, Im not worried about dresses! Im not that shallow! I just want to make sure that my best friend Ana is my maid
thinking of having the wedding schedules a year in advance! I have to get the dates right to ensure
that Ana can be my maid of honor! Ive never seen Katherine Kavanagh close to hyperventilating. It would actually be
Anastasias concern.

Kate, I will see my doctor in about two weeks. Im not exactly sure but I think we can have the due date with very close
first babies are almost always a little late. I think it would be safer if you have the wedding before we have the baby. I m
the baby to attend the rehearsal, or tire easily.

Oh! This is sooo exciting! Isnt it Ethan? Christian and Ana are going to have a baby right around the date Kate and Ell
growing! gushes Mia excitedly holding his hand. He tries to smile wordlessly, nodding his head.

Do you think youll have a baby right away Elliot, like Christian and Ana are having? My brother is speechless for a c

Jesus, Mia! We havent even gotten married yet, and youre asking about the children were going to have. Give the ma
Yeah, Elliot! You two should have a baby right away to grow up with his or her
cousin, I get him back for his earlier jokes. Touch, Christian, Elliot answers, crimson.
Well, to Ana and Christian who are going to make us proud grandparents! my dad raises his glass.
Hear, hear! we raise our glasses.
***** *****

We send off my family on their way. I turn to Anastasia.

How do you think our revelation went? I ask.

Well, Christian, it went fine once we manage to reveal my pregnancy. But holy hell! My friends have more hormones a
concern over me which I find a little annoying... she responds.

Once again, Anastasia, you have an uncanny ability of understating, I say shaking my head. Come, time for bed. I pu
But we have dishes in the kitchen.
Mrs. Jones can handle them. Right now, I want to take my wife to our bedroom, and get her ready for bed.

Yes, Sir! she says, stopping me in my tracks. I turn around to look at Anastasia; my gaze is darkened and my nostrils a
into me. I examine her face. She deliberately bites her lower lip.
Mrs. Grey, you know how to turn me on with one single word. Do you know how hot you look right now?
She shakes her head wordlessly.

Dont bite your lip, I whisper huskily pulling her chin. I want to do that, I murmur leaning down, and pulling that de
groans, her hands reaching up to my face and moving onto their entanglement with my hair.
The gentle kiss starts the fire and deepens. Her tongue hesitantly makes its way into my
mouth licking in gentle strokes, almost caressing. Finding my tongue, our sensual tango starts. Swallowing each others
When we break our kiss, we are both breathless.

What you do to me, Anastasia! I murmur. You and your powerful magic. You put me under your spell. I see nothing e
you.
What about you Christian? I lose my reason with you.
I look at my for a long minute, my gaze darkens, my desire grows for her. Welch has left a text message
asking me to call him when its convenient. Well, its not convenient right now.
Well, Mr. Grey... Anastasia whispers. What do you want to do? You. Bed. Now!Yes, Sir!

I wake up before the first daylights seep through our window. Anastasia is still sleeping. As usual, Im
wrapped around her like the victory flag. God! I love this woman! I gaze at her for a moment. The sheet
is barely covering the tops of her breast. Her hair is spread over her pillow. Her left arm is extended over
to my pillow in its
***** *****
nightly quest for me. He other arm is crossing over her breast above the sheets. Her lips are slightly
parted; she looks like a sleeping angel. I slowly get up and go to my closet. There in one of the shelves, I
take my present she bought the day she took the Jet ski during our honeymoon. The Nikon.

My feet slowly pat back to our bedroom. I take several pictures of Anastasia as shes in her slumber. The sound of the sh
stop, stay completely silent. She rolls over, her arm going down onto her belly. Even in her sleep, shes attempting to pro
without waking her up, and take my camera back to its location in the closet where I like to keep it handy to take picture

I put on my sweats to go work out. I need to use my excess energy if I have to convince my wife to spend half the day at
Anastasia tries to run to the bathroom in a hurry as if shes on fire.
Ana? I run after her concerned.

Sick... she says unable to bring the rest of her response, she deposits the contents of her stomach into the toilet, heavin

I pull Anastasias hair into a makeshift ponytail as she kneels before the toilet with shaky legs and arms. Fuck! Is this no
Rodriguez have seen yesterday?

I think Anastasia puked all she can, but I can see her belly working to expel anything that might be within her tummy. Sh
her nipples are puckered, but what I feel is anything but sexual. Shes still heaving. With shaky hands she flushes the toil
wobbly. Just one bout with her morning sickness left Anastasia weak, shaking and drained. For a minute, I see what Rod
see her like this if I didnt know what exactly was wrong with her. Hell! I know what is wrong with her and Im worried

this violent? Would it force her body to expel the baby? Shit! I know nothing about this pregnancy thing...
Ana, baby? I ask trying to gauge how she is.

I need to brush, she says color drained of her face. Shes not just pale, but shes yellow. She has sweat beaded on her f
tries to

put some toothpaste on her toothbrush. I steady her hand with the toothbrush with one hand, and deposit the toothpaste w
mirror. Hers bewildered, mine scared, fearful for her.

I have meetings this morning. But I sure as hell wont be going to work when my wife is like this. Im taking today off, a
to buy me the

pregnancy books. I need to read them today, and find out what she... no, what we have to go through with her pregnancy

It dawns on me then. This is why Anastasia has never told me she had morning sickness. She knew Id be fucking protec

Once she finishes brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth with mouthwash, shakily she deposits her toothbrush into the
her mouth again, and lightning speed I rush her to the toilet.
Youre not going to work this week!

Chris... she starts protesting, but cant finish it when she heaves her stomach acids into the toilet because theres no co
Fuck! Ana!
Im shaking in seeing my wife drained of energy and color. She's about to pass out!
Mrs. Jones! I shout from the bathroom as Ana continues to heave. Mrs. Jones!! Gail!
I hear rushing footsteps towards our bedroom. Theres more than one pair. Hearing Anastasia hurling, Mrs. Jones rushes
Ana, dear, Ive got you, she says soothingly.
Mr. Grey? I hear Taylor.
Taylor, call Mrs. Greys doctor. Dr. Greene... She needs to get here right now!
Anastasias my everything. I cant... I just cant lose her like this... I didnt know. I just didnt know she was getting this
The Boom Circuits Everything and Nothing
Mr. Grey?Hmmm... I answer absently. Could you sir?Could I what?

Bring me a t-shirt, and shorts for Mrs. Grey.Sure... yes, shorts, I say absently trying to gasp for breath.If Ana is gone
Grey! I look back and find myself just standing in the bathroom.
Shorts and t-shirt, please, Mrs. Jones enunciates patiently. Anas still heaving, and shivering. Shorts and t-shirts. Then

not the best thing for Ana's health. Fuck! Shell hate me for asking this... I just cant have a dead wife. I cant. Ill go ma
Doctor... Wait for the doctor. I take a deep breath and walk into the closet to fetch... What was I going to fetch?
CHAPTER XII Intruders Intrusions

Mr. Grey! Could you hurry back with the shorts and the t-shirt, sir? I need your help! Gails voice brings me back to m
shorts my hands can reach and rush back to the bathroom where Gail is trying to prevent Anastasia from merging with th

I take note of my wife is slumped over the toilet while Mrs. Jones has wrapped her hair over her wrist and holding her he
When I reach to the toilet, Gail breaks about a foot long toilet paper and wipes Anas face, tossing it into the toilet, pulls

Ill hold Mrs. Grey, and you put the t-shirt on her, sir, she directs me. I nod, still upset. Gail holds my wife back, and I
comes below her hips. I insert each foot into the shorts and pull it up. Then I hold my wife up in my arms; carry her back
Ana, baby, I coax her to talk to me. Mrs. Jones, can you go see whats keeping Taylor and the Doctor?
Yes, sir.

Im okay, Christian, breathes Anastasia, barely coming back to her senses. She appears very weak in my arms, nearly r
sickness. Could you get me some crackers, and club soda? Please? she asks, her voice is very weak.
Yes... right, crackers, and...

Club soda, she adds in a soft voice. After carefully depositing my wife onto our bed, I get up to go.
Christian!Yes? I turn to her with wary eyes.

Could you put the trash basket next to me, just in case... I can only nod in response. Im tied up in knots inside. This b
the trash basket next to her side of the bed. I notice Sawyer hovering by the door outside.

Sawyer, bring Mrs. Grey some crackers and club soda! I order. Sir, he replies and disappears.Anastasia moves in the
sake, lie down! I snap at her.
Christian, I need to go take a shower. I dont want to be late to work, she mutters, wobbly even as she sits on the bed.

No! No! No! You are not going to work today! You know what the doctor said yesterday. You are not allowed to go any
examines you.

Christian... she tries to protest. This is why I didnt want to tell you about the morning sickness episodes I had. You g
women go through this... she says and another heaving bout shakes her body. I run to
her sides, and lift the empty trash basket just under her head while supporting her with the other hand.
I dont care if this is the norm for every woman! Im not married to every woman. Im married to you, and responsible
youre not well, I murmur decidedly.
Sawyer walks in with a tray full of assorted crackers and a bottle of club soda. I wasnt sure what kind she needed, he

Mrs. Jones and Taylor come in. I raise a quizzical eyebrow to Taylor.Shes on her way. She should be here in the next h
please... Ana reprimands me, my heads is pounding.Yes, sir. I woke her up. Shes going to get ready and drive here,
answers as soft enough to not to wake a sleeping baby.

Anastasia reaches the tray Sawyer brought and takes a Saltine cracker with a trembling hand. Worry clouds my eyes. I lo
hold the answers to the mysteries of a woman's pregnancy.
Ana, dear, Ill go make you a nice chicken broth. It will supplement the electrolytes youve lost and you can eat it with
leaves the room.

Christian, I should go to work. I have piles of manuscripts to go through. I have three meetings scheduled today, and Im
possible release date.

Ana, I try to rein in all my patience. You have just collapsed in the fucking bathroom because you puked all the conte
freaking out here, and you are telling me that youre going to work. The answer is no!

Ill be okay. This comes at certain times, and by the time Im ready to go to work, it should subside! she argues in a tre
not strong enough.

I run a frustrated hand over my hair. She takes a sip of the club soda and makes a face. Nibbling on her cracker, she finis
Both Taylor and I watch her consume her cracker. She washes it down with another gulp of her club soda from the bottle

You need to drink a little more water. Youre too pale, I murmur. I lean down and place my lips on her forehead taking

shes too

cold to my touch. She also has cold beads of sweat covering her eyebrows. Her eyes are too wide; her alabaster skin is to
her of blood.

Ill go see whats keeping Dr. Greene, if you dont need me now, sir, says Taylor. I nod. He quickly departs our room n

I think I should go to work at least after lunch time. Dr. Greene said I could work part time. We were supposed to try th
lifts the bottle up to her lips with the slight shake of her hands. Shes still trying to negotiate with me. If only she knew th
anxiety shes giving me by consistently trying to do what she wants instead of what is good for her.

Maybe you can let Roach know that Ill be in this afternoon. Hannah can reschedule the meetings... she says. I have to
currently in no mood or desire to give into her capitulations.
Ill let Roach know youre not well, and have Hannah reschedule your meetings with another editor.
Another editor? her head snaps back up.

Yes, another editor who isnt pregnant or at the least... but I dont get a chance to finish my sentence. Anastasia forcefu
in such a hurry that it wobbles in its place and finally unable to come to rest it falls sideways, spilling its contents. For a
spiteful, but her head is right inside the trash basket where she deposits the crackers and water she just consumed. In the
the floor collapsing on to the bed face down.
Anaaa! I shout, as I try to pull her up into my embrace. What is happening to my wife?
Mrs. Jones rushes in after she hears my lament. This cant possibly be normal! I groan
to no one in particular as I pick my wife up into my protective embrace.
Sometimes, women have these violent episodes of morning sickness, Mr. Grey. It isnt the norm, but it is unfortunately
women, Gail replies.
Im not waiting for the doctor to show up! Get Sawyer or Taylor. Were driving to the hospital. Im not going to have a
forth in my arms. Gails eyes widen.

A distinct sound of a womans heels walking on stone decidedly makes both Gail and I turn our heads in the direction of
still makes a gesture to knock. She sticks her head into the room with her hair in a damp ponytail. Shes dressed in charc
silk shirt with frills.

No need to go to the hospital until I examine my patient, she says smiling but firmly. Lay Mrs. Grey down, Mr. Grey,
doctors bag down on the bed. When I dont put Anastasia down, she lifts her head up, arches her eyebrows, and looks u
waiting! I gently, hesitantly lay my wife down who looks even paler. I notice the nurse with scrubs the last minute.

This is my nurse, Erica, she introduces her to us, and without a break in her speech she continues. Erica, I need you to
Lets get her hydrated, she says.
IV? Youre going to give her IV? I ask.

Yes, Mr. Grey. And, Id like you to give room to my nurse so she can hook Mrs. Greys arm on the IV line, if you dont

I do mind! Can you explain why the IV? What will you be giving to her?

Mr. Grey, either I can take ten minutes to explain you while your wife continues to get dehydrated, or I fix the problem,
you prefer?
Fix her! I say sulkily.
Thank you.

The nurse looks up at me with her pupil dilating, her lips part. She looks as if she just forgot what she needs to do. When
to her, looking at her stupefied face trying to get her attention. When she doesnt, Dr. Greene sighs and reprimands her n
Erica! Mrs. Grey needs your attention. Not, Mr. Grey! IV! Now! she gives her order in a firm, decided manner.
Yes, maam, she answers blushing all the way to her ears. Mrs. Jones quietly slips out of the room.

As the nurse is hooking up the IV line, Dr. Green takes Anas temperature, pulse and her blood pressure, recording them
the foot of the bed, and busies herself with Anastasia again. My gaze moves onto the contents of my wifes chart. The wo
catches my eyes. What the hell is that? A disease? Her blood pressure is also quite low: 85/50. I take out my Blackberry
Hyperemesis gravidarum.
Hi Mrs. Grey. Welcome back! I hear the doctor saying. A low groan escapes Anas lips. My eyes immediately snap up
wife.
Hi. Im really okay, Dr. Greene, Anastasia tries to reassure her. I just had vomited a
lot. Thats all, she says, stealing a look at me.

Let me decided how well you really are, Mrs. Grey, Dr. Greene says in her no nonsense voice. Have you eaten this m

I woke up with an overwhelming urge to expel everything in my stomach. And had three saline crackers and half a bott
lower. Im afraid, they all vacated my stomach, she says.
Was last night the first time youve had a violent episode, or have you had them before?

Anastasias eyes drift to my concerned gaze again. She looks at the doctor. No, her voice is a whisper.I see. How man
replies evasively.
I need a number Mrs. Grey.Maybe like once a day... but only recently, and not as bad as this.

Are there certain triggers? Certain foods, scents? Cafe Latte, and heavy perfumes or scents... How long have you b

About a week. Just gotten worse yesterday though! she adds quickly for my benefit. I stiffen in my place. She said not
Along with your dizziness, do you have lightheadedness, blurred vision, fainting?
She fainted. Last night and today, I supply.
Anastasia breathes out an exasperated sigh. Christian, I was just hungry, and I had expelled everything in my stomach.

if I need the IV, she says lifting her arm up.

Mrs. Grey, you are dehydrated, and your body is losing electrolytes, vitamins, and

fluids. Your blood pressure is dangerously low. You just told me that you are sensitive to odors, and that also may exacer
the last five minutes, youve regained your color, and your motor skills steadied. You were shaking earlier. I recommend
week, she starts saying.
But, I have meetings, and mountains of work piled up! Ana protests.

Mr. Grey, I will emphasize the importance of Mrs. Greys care at this stage, she says turning to me. I trust that you w
care, she adds.
Dr. Greene, Im right here.
Yes, Mrs. Grey, I realize that. But you are my patient. Im not pleased to find you in such a dehydrated state where you
than about your own health. I will need both of your cooperation for your care, especially yours, Mrs. Grey. You are the
nods immediately, chagrined.
How long? How long will I be in bed, and tied to an IV?
Once we rehydrate you with this bag, you should be fine. I do however recommend you to have small amounts of food
condition,
continuing care is necessary.Is it dangerous to the baby? I ask in a barely audible voice.
No, Mr. Grey. Most pregnant women go through morning sickness, though only some experience it is severely as Mrs.
Can this pose a threat to my wifes life? I ask the question thats been sitting heavy in the back of my mind.
The doctor sighs. Anas eyes widen, scared even of my implied question: Is the baby posing a danger to my wifes life?

Mr. Grey, this is her first pregnancy. And it is true that shes having severe morning sickness. But it is going to take its c
12 weeks. But, as bad as it may seem, this is healthy... she says.
Healthy? I wouldnt use that adjective for what she experienced, I snort in haughty
derision.

It means, Mrs. Greys hormones are working. We need to monitor her more often. She needs to stay hydrated, and keep
medication for nausea, and check on her this evening. If you so desire, we can assign a nurse for her. But, I believe she c
under observation, then turning to Anastasia, she adds, Perhaps, if you stay home this week, it would be better after all
Anastasia starts opening her mouth, but thinking better of it, she wisely closes it.

By the time the nurse is taking the IV line off Anastasias arm, my wife is looking and feeling better so much so that she
guts out.

Ana, why dont you lie down for a little longer, and maybe finish the broth Mrs. Jones made for you. I need to have a w

She looks at me with worried, wide eyes.If its about my health, you can ask your questions here, she challenges.
A husband can still ask private questions, baby, I respond. The Greene looks from Anastasia to me.
Erica, why dont you take the IV stand and wait for me outside?

Yes, Dr. Greene, says Erica, and scuttles out of the room with the IV stand and now the empty IV bag dangling from th
behind her.

Mr. Grey, why dont you take a seat? Dr. Greene points to a chair. Mrs. Grey, Im sure you both have questions after
Mr. Grey, you still look much shaken. I will answer all your questions as best as I can. Im sure Mrs. Grey also has quest
who is experiencing the symptoms. She looks at us both.

Is the baby hurting my wife? I ask. My jaw is tight; my lips are thinned into a grim line. My eyes look worried; scared

Well, Mr. Grey, this is a valid question after youve witnessed Mrs. Greys severe morning sickness. But this is part of t
through
violent episodes as she has experienced.

Puking eighteen times in the course of two hours? What if it lasts longer than 12 weeks? This medical source on the we
and fetal morbidity even maternal and fetal death! I hiss through my teeth pacing the room.
Christian... Ana calls out to me her voice soft and concerned.

Ana! I need to know! I say in agony. Then I turn to Doctor Greene, Is this baby killing my wife? Fear oozes from ev

No, Mr. Grey. The baby is where it should be, tucked inside your wifes womb properly. We even managed to hear a ste

But, why the fainting? Shes drained of color so fast, I... I panicked. I didnt know what to do! If I were to protect my w
could put myself between her and the offender. But how can I protect her against her own body? Tell me how, Doctor Gr

Oh, Christian! Anastasia croons extending her hand out to me, sitting upright in our bed. My traitorous body always re
towards her immediately without a second thought.

Im glad youre asking the questions that are worrying you Mr. Grey. Every pregnancy carries its own risks. There are w
ailment during pregnancy may end up having a difficult birth, and vice versa. There are no guarantees. This is where you
making sure shes taking her vitamins, staying hydrated, eating properly, and exercising to later help during birth, and w
theyre fulfilled. Her body will adjust.
I shake my head.

I need guarantees Doctor Greene! Is this baby killing my wife or not? I ask, not finding the answer I required from her
I cant take the torment of seeing her hooked into an IV line, or faint daily. Its ripping me apart inside.
Christian! Anastasia shouts in disappointment, pulling her hand out of mine. How could you possibly think that?
Anastasia, your well-being is more important to me than my own life, I say softly as if
talking to a small child.

No, Mr. Grey, the baby isnt killing her. But no one can give you any guarantees. This is not business; its life. You will
adjust within the next four weeks. I nod stiffly.
About my work... I feel up to working. I think I should still try to go to work this afternoon.
Absolutely no! I hiss.Christian I should...Do you want to argue about that too, Anastasia? I ask.

Im sorry Mrs. Grey, but I will have to agree with Mr. Grey on that. You need rest. In light of the speed in which you ha
mean a trip to the emergency room from work quite often. Because we do get busy with the amount of work we have to
women forget to eat and drink. Besides it would only be counterproductive for the other people working in your compan
emergency room often. You should only work from your home for the time being until you have mastered over your mor
firmly.

Dr. Greene hands me the prescription for Anastasia and some sample medication for Anastasias nausea. She talks to my
hydrating, vitamins, eating and taking proper care of herself until shes blue in the face. When Doctor Greene tells Ana t
its one time she can get away with it, my wife nods wordlessly as she blushes profusely.
Ill walk you out, Dr. Greene, I say, and lead her out.
As I turn to talk to her, she looks up at me with knowing eyes.

Before you say it, and regret it later Mr. Grey, Ill save you the trouble. Mrs. Grey is healthy enough to carry her child t
have a difficult pregnancy? Yes, very possible. But, we have the latest medical technology, and Mrs. Grey can have all o
OBGYN in Seattle and as such, in my eighteen years career, Ive never lost a patient during pregnancy or birth.
But youre not giving me any guarantees!

Mr. Grey, no one can give you that. Women have been having babies since the beginning of time. I assure you that as h
process. If youre concerned about Mrs. Grey, why dont you bring her to your work part of the time to keep an eye on h
the house for a change.
Can I do that?

Sure, why not? But not today, maybe tomorrow. She seems exhausted today. Lets see how she feels the rest of the day.

Taylor leads the doctor out of the foyer. I feel a heavy weight bearing down on me. The kind of worry I feel is hurting m
what I felt before when she said she was leaving me, or when I found her nearly lifeless on the cold concrete. And this fe
its my wifes own body thats hurting her; the same body Im trying to protect. I feel helpless and tied up in knots inside

Instead of going back to my bedroom, I walk towards my study. I need a change of pace. Deal with another problem I ca
different note, Taylor follows me.

Did Welch call you?Yes, sir. I have in fact just got off the phone with him. Whats his conclusion?He thinks Mrs
Thats yet to be seen... I murmur and dial Welch.
Mr. Grey, comes his deep voice though the speaker of my Blackberry.

Tell me what you have discovered after you interviewed Mrs. Lincoln...

She repeated exactly what she told you, however I have discovered something else, he says and I look at him carefully
What?

I wondered why Mr. Lincoln might have called her. Why not make the same threat to you directly. It occurred to me tha
the people who got the message: You, Mrs. Lincoln and Mrs. Grey in anticipation of what he might do. If he manages to
you and Mrs. Lincoln who seems to care about you. If he hurts Mrs. Grey, well, I dont have to explain that. So, he left a
challenge. A duel if you will. Or simply a perpetual unease... Even if he didnt do anything, he wants you to be uncomfo
over your shoulder.

I realized that Ive been holding onto the table so tight, my knuckles are white. I know Lincoln cant sue me, because he
challenging me implicitly.

I want two things: I want you to locate the money hes hidden. I also want him to be watched 24/7 for the next 6 month
anything out of the scopes of law, I want to know immediately. No one threatens my family, and gets away with it. Linc
I dont care which.
Interesting enough, he just left town. What?He went on a Caribbean vacation.

What the hell does that mean? You threaten someone and take off. He was pissed off yesterday. He made a threat to his
me and my family, and then he took off on a vacation. What am I missing here?
I start pacing my study. Taylors eyes follow my movements.

Since our discovery of Lincoln paying Hydes bail until today, all of Lincolns behavior had been rash, impromptu deci
control. Hydes success in his mission was dependent on Hyde. An element Lincoln didnt know well and he certainly di
involve someone else. Whatever he does, well have to expect either from him, or where he has greater control of the ou
reach you in any shape or form, he needs to penetrate through our layers of security. He cant do that with Lincoln Timb
Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins
He still has the fucking millions which can accomplish a lot! Did Mrs. Lincoln know anything about them? I shout.

No, sir. It was pretty clear that she didnt. He never included her in his business affairs. She was just a trophy wife, an a
company, the Lincoln Timber. She has no clue where he might have put the money. But judging by what we found in his
stashes put away in different places he might own. The account information weve found are still his accounts obviously
not hurting for money at the moment.

I dont want to wait until he finds the chink in my armor as he's biding his time. Get your men sniffing around and find
his fucking lawyer, the one who did his dirty work. If Lincolns always used that fucker, he may be a gold mine of inform

Ive already thought of that sir, and my men have been dispatched. I will keep a tight leash on him. But keep him on the
use his services or someone he knows, well know about it. Whatever he is intending to do, he wont do it now. Because
going to have to determine how, where and when to strike. He wont succeed in it by giving you a heads up. I think his i
make you uneasy. Even if he shelves this desire for a long time, he wants to send you a message by telling you to always
you... says Welch pausing. He has tried that yesterday. He goaded me, trying to get me into attacking him, to have the u
want to take a chance where my familys safety is concerned.

This is what I want: I want him to be tracked. I want to know who he talks to, who he sleeps, eats, fucks, and who he as
report, I even expect to know who his kindergarten teacher is! Know him well enough to determine what he thinks and w
my family a target, threatening them, he made himself into a target! Congra-fucking-tulations! He just earned himself a f

The door to my study opens and Anastasia catches my last sentence. Her eyes widen with fear and apprehension after he
Welch, report me back soon! I say hanging up. I walk up to my wife, but dont touch her. I dont want to scare her.
Ana, are you feeling alright? I ask softly, my gaze softening.
Yes, she says distracted. Who were you talking about?

I look at Taylor, and he leaves the study immediately. Hiding this, coupled with my earlier behavior in light of her morni
dont want Lincs threats to be a self-fulfilling prophesy.

I was talking to Welch about Linc. She blinks.Linc? Why?Hes made a threat against me and those I love to Elena.

Elena? she asks, her eyes growing colder and harder. How do you know? I thought you werent supposed to talk to E

And Im not. Elena called to inform me of the threat he passed onto her, and I've had Welch verify it. Considering what
kidnapping, Im not taking a chance risking your well-being. Im telling you this because I want you to keep trusting me
Hes threatened you as well?

Yes, I whisper. But, Im not worried about me. Im worried about you and our baby, I say and feel the overwhelming
Anastasia to weaken and get sick which is scaring the shit out of me, the implied threat
by Lincoln is bringing the fierce protector out of me.
Youre worried about the baby? I thought... I thought...

Youre always going to be my primary worry, Anastasia. I panicked, and I am going to panic even more as we adjust to
that hurts, you hurts me..." I say gazing at her, showing how vulnerable I have become in light of everything that has hap
understand the process of pregnancy, and its not easy to not have control over something such as this. Something you w
someone we want has to hurt your body to be here with us. It terrifies the hell out of me! I whisper. She catches a glim
locks with mine as her hands reach up to my face to cup it. I lean in to her touch.
Dont you have to go to work today? she asks changing topics.

When you are sick? Ana, you collapsed in my arms! Do you think I can think of going to work when youre unwell? I
none of it is as important as my wife. I have number of very well paid people who can take the load off me occasionally.
Actually, Im feeling much better after the IV, Mrs. Jones broth with crackers and the
nausea medicine, she says. What is she asking me?

If you think youre going to work because youre feeling better for the last ten minutes, you are completely mistaken M
in contemplation.
What did you mean by bounty on his head? she asks. Anastasia is all over the map today, jumping from topic to topic.
Nothing you should worry about baby. The only thing you need to worry about is this little one, and your well-being.

Christian, I dont want to be back to square one. I appreciate you sharing the information about Lincs threat, but I need
bothering you. Should I be worried about Elena? she asks with poorly concealed jealousy.

Ana, Im telling you all about it because I need you to trust me. Linc called Elena and made an implied threat which I a
done by

unleashing Hyde seeing a potential opportunity to hurt me and my family. In return I fucked him up by dismantling his b
find a way to take his revenge. I need to know youre protected. By making an implicit threat against the ones I love, aga
head. I will never, ever let anyone to hurt you. Not ever!

Anastasia swallows. Youre not thinking of killing him, are you Christian? she asks in a whisper, petrified. I shake my
No, I say with half-truth. I wont kill him now, but at the first sign that he attempts to hurt my family, I wont hesitate
those I love. But I have to keep eyes and ears on him so that everything he does are monitored. At least for the next six
situation. This is for our peace of mind.
And what about Elena?

Elena is not my concern; you are! You and our baby, I say splaying my hand over her flat tummy. Incidentally, how d

Great, actually. Just hungry for eggs, pancakes, bacon, and spreadable chocolate on French bread, she says blushing.

French bread only? I ask raising my eyebrows.For now, she whispers.Come, lets feed you, I say tugging her out o
The rest of yesterday had been uneventful. But, Im not holding my breath of the same good luck for
today. I decide to work at home at least in the morning to keep an eye on my wifes symptoms. I shower
early and work out before Anastasia wakes up. When I come back I dont find her in the bed.
Ana! I shout. Her response comes from the bathroom in the form of a gurgle. I rush to find her slowly
rising up from the sink. She puts the cap back on the mouthwash.
Im not fainting today, she says smiling. Its nothing like yesterday.
***** *****
Dont spare my feeling Ana. I need to know youre okay! You have to tell me if youre not well so I can
properly take care of you, I chide her.
Relax, Christian. Im okay. She turns the shower water on as she heads to the sink to brush her teeth.
She divests her t-shirt off, then her panties. My gaze is unwavering from her body. I cant help but stare at
her beautiful shape. Her breasts are growing in size, fuller. Her nipples are beaded tight under my gaze.
She has goose bumps forming on her skin. I quickly divest my clothes off carelessly. Anastasia smiles
knowing the kind of effect she has on me. Her gaze slowly assesses my body. My cock pulses with the
intensity of her stare. She absently licks her lower lip, and bites it.
Ana... I say gruffly pulling her chin down freeing her lower lip. Youre unwell.
Well, Mr. Grey. I remember Dr. Greene telling you to fulfill all my cravings. Doctors orders... she says
shrugging. Unless of course if that order can be broken, I think her order of me not going to work can
also... I dont let her finish. My mouth descends on hers lightning speed, capturing her lips, taking, not
asking. I suck on her lower lip and slightly run my teeth through it, swallowing her hungry groans. I
slowly walk my wife into the showers backward. The cascading water washes us with renewed passion.
Her hands are lacing in my wet hair, pulling me to her, working hard to merge our bodies.

Slow down, baby, I murmur.

Please, she pleads. My lips slide down to her chin and I nip her. Please, Christian! I need you! she
begs.
Turn around, I order. She obeys immediately; her chest heaving up and down.
Hands on the wall, I say and she presses her palms over the tiles in the shower. Using my feet, I spread
her legs. I squeeze some shower gel into my palm and lather it. I start with her shoulders, and knead her
muscles with my soapy hands. I run my hands up and down on her sides in circles, and cup her breasts.
Kneading her aching mounds, I pull and elongate her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, teasing
and pinching them. My right hand goes lower on her chest, traveling down to her belly, over her pubic
bone and then to the folds of her tight sex making her gasp. I merge my body with her from behind, my
cock lying heavy on her lower back digging in. My fingers tease and run over her slit, feeling the creamy
sleekness, inviting me in. When I dip one finger, she gasps and gyrates her hips, desperately trying to get
some friction.

Slow down, Ana, I order. But she wont listen. She moans begging for more.
No! Faster! she begs. I dont want to push her to her limits. Shes been fragile lately. I need more. I
need faster! She arches her back, and her breasts are thrusted into my hands aching for my touch, and
desperate for attention.
Seeing her weak in the past two days is making me extra vigilant as if shes going to collapse in my arms
unexpectedly. My wife wants to be reckless as usual. I need to take her in a slow pace. Realizing my
intention she turns her face to me. I look at her questioningly; my hand is suspended in air. Without a
word she squeezes the shower jell into her palm, lathers and holding her hand up in a gesture to indicate
shes going to wash me. I nod. She places her hands on my pectorals, immediately firing up my synapses
with her touch. She runs circles on my torso, delicately moving her hands over my belly, my hips, and
cups my heavy sack inside her palm. I breathe a sharp intake of breath. With one hand, she grasps the
base of my cock. With soapy hands she slicks it and her hand glides up and down. When the circle of her
thumb and her forefinger reach the crown of my cock she tightens her grip in an effort to squeeze out
precum. I groan with pleasure.

Water washes off the soap which runs down in lazy rivulets from my legs. When she sits on the bench, her hands never l
bench as if shes going to be there a while. She lifts her wet gaze up to me, and dipping her head, her warm, wet lips enc
and laps around it, licking. As if a thousand different sensations run through the tip of my cock, I find my right hand reac
balance with the onslaught of sensations with my wifes sudden assault. She is determined to suck me off with such an e
first I dont know what to make of it. Shes been ill for the past two day. The sight of food would get her off, and get her
would kill me if she had associated any part of me with morning sickness. But, as usual, behaving just the opposite I exp
My wife is beyond ravenous for me!

Anaaa... I hiss through my teeth in a breathless whisper. Are... you... quite...ahhh! Sure? I ask. I dont want her to sto
the

slightest trigger, I don't want her to go on if it's going to make my wife sick. It would kill me if shes turned off by me co
hands or lips away from my heavy throbbing cock, she lifts her long eyelashes, and looks up at me with her mouth full o
her gaze is an unmistakable declaration of possession. Her tongue relentlessly runs around the crown in a near desperatio
heavy pulls as if she cant get enough of me. I thrust forward gently, but she makes sure I know that she wants more. I pu
shallow strokes. But Anastasia pulls me deeper. Looking up at me, asking for more with her gaze.
Christ, Ana!
Being without sex with for the last two days is enough to push me over the edge.

Baby! If youre not sure, I dont wanna come in your mouth! I breathe my head tilting back. In a desperate frenzy, she
move in her mouth. An erotic growl escapes my lips from deep within my throat. I slowly move my cock inside the hollo
the space vacated by her lips, and as her fingers retreat, her mouth is taking over my length. I can feel the desperation, th
experienced before from her at this overwhelming intensity.

I find my other palm also pressed against the wet shower wall as I climax with my wifes amorous assaults. The sound th
and raspy. I feel the tightening of my balls before I hit the precipice of my climax and spurt thickly into her mouth ready
my buttock, her nails digging into my flesh in warning as if Id be taking away her favorite meal. The second pleasure po
head, and my left hand digs into the wet tendrils of my wife. This is raw, purely carnal declaration of possession, a conqu
senses and my eyes focus once again, I see my wife licking her lips. The shower water is raining over us; make the wate
beading over her body, and running down to the shower floor in a rush.

Christian, I am desperately craving you, she says with a different kind of hunger as if I havent fed her for days, and sh
you to fuck the hell out of me! she says with fervor and determination. Fuck the hell out of her? Who knew that sex wo
her body? Once her words register, I look at my wife with an impassive face then my lips curve up in a

semblance of a smile. Fuck the hell out of her... Im more than happy to oblige. I turn the shower water off, scooping my
shower.
In the Playroom! she demands.

Fucking the hell out of my pregnant wife in the playroom does not give me an easy feeling. In that setting with my pregn
the past couple of days, I dont think if its wise.
Ana, I dont think...Please! she begs desperately. What is this pregnancy doing to her? I trust you... she

whispers. If my wife wants something, Ill be the one to provide it for her. But, fucking in the playroom, right after shes
wise, today.
Ana, I wont take you to playroom this morning. I wont take the risk. Because if you get sick while Im touching you,
put it, would kill me.
Christian, I dont care! I want you! Desperately... she reiterates.

No playroom today, Ana! I say when! I say how! I murmur in a determined, unyielding voice. But I do owe you a han
lascivious smile moving her into our bedroom in my arms.
Christian... she protests.
I will take you there, baby. Just not today. Only when Im convinced that you are better.

I am better! she starts arguing. But before she can start another bout of her protests, I take her mouth,
and cover it with mine, effectively quieting her down. My lips are gentle at first, solicitous even. I want
to feel my wife first. Feel that shes well and not just saying shes feeling better. She slightly parts her
lifts as she closes her eyes. Soon enough, she reaches up and pulls my wet hair with her fingers tangled in
them, her body pushing into mine, making my erection dig into her belly, curling one leg behind mine,
her nipples perked up and two beads taunting me; her entire body is eliciting a response out of me with
brutal intensity. Her kiss becomes demanding, assaulting even. Its a reiteration of her earlier declaration
of possession, a hunger and yearning she has for me, almost matching my unquenchable desire for her.
Its impossible to not to reciprocate, and when finally I thrust my tongue almost forcefully into her mouth
matching and exceeding her fervor, she gasps. Her right hand lowers, her nails scrape my back enticing
me more. A whimper mixed with a pleasure moan escapes her lips and pass into mine. Our need for each
other is intoxicating, desperate. My tongue moves in hers with deeper and skillful flicks. Her tongue
matches the movements of my tongue, and our fucking the hell out of each other begins in her mouth.

I walk Anastasia backwards to our bed, and when she can no longer move, back of her calves flush with the bed, I push h
suspended only by my elbows. I graze my teeth over her chin, and she arches her neck, lifts her hips up, thrusting her ch
display of her surrender.
Eager, Mrs. Grey? I murmur with a grin as my lips move down her neck.

Yesss, a whimper escapes her lips. I cup one of her breasts and feel the tight nipple. Shes too wired up, too hungry, to
making. What she needs is intense, raw, and equally wild fucking. I immediately lift off her,

leaving her gazing up in confusion. I try to stifle a grin.

Where are you going? she asks as I make my way towards the closet.
To bring the emergency kit, I respond. The confused look on her face is priceless.

I bring out a polished wood box with a few items in it reserved for occasions like these. Anastasias gaze follows me wo
shuffle through the contents until I fine the music I desire. The deep, bass-baritone voice of Leonard Cohen starts crooni
If You Want a Lover Leonard Cohen

I walk towards my wife in arrogant, sultry strides without taking my burning gaze off her. Shes so fucking beautiful. Th
joy. But at the moment, I only wish to fuck the hell out of her just as she asked.

I place the box onto the bed next to her, and open it. I take out two sets of handcuffs with soft leather for the restraints. S
lips part in eager anticipation. I place the cuff to her ankle and buckle the leather strap. Taking the other cuff, I tie it to he
right leg up exposing her sex swollen with desire. I repeat the process on her left side. Then I lift up the adjustable

nipple clamps tied to another with a chain. Her eyes widen, and she sharply intakes a breath. She bites her lower lip in re
my thumb and forefinger I roll it and tug it expertly. A shudder goes through her as she closes her yes, and automatically
arches her back.

Eyes... open, I order. When she opens them slowly, they are full of carnal desire. She swallows. I lower my mouth ove
warmness of my mouth with gusto. Her nipple immediately perks up as I flick it with my tongue. When Im satisfied wit
erection moving about her body, distracting her, I fasten the clamp over her nipple. I adjust the tightness somewhere in th
Repeating the sensual process on her right side, I give a tug of the chain, slightly yanking the nipples. Anastasias legs ar
towards her elbows. When I grasp one of her feet, I graze my teeth on the pad of her sole.

Agghh! she groans writhing beneath me.

Hush now, I silence her effectively. My lips move their way up from her ankles to the backs of her knees, I locate the p
her knee, on the crease formed when her leg is bent. Taking my index and middle finger, I apply gentle pressure between
spots to relieve stress and fatigue, and promote sexual desire. I kneel down and kiss, and suck until I reach her abdomen.
join her abdomen and with the heel of my hand, I apply pressure, and then dip my nose into her sex inhaling her deeply.
thighs yet, shes completely aroused and desirous for me. I locate the spot a few fingers below her navel and directly abo
three fingers as my tongue swipes the length of her slit. A sharp, involuntary moan rises from her lips.
Christian!

Folds of her sex bloom open for me; shes wet, creamy and aroused. My lips cover over her clit and I suck hard, my tong
setting fire on every nerve ending of her body. I feel her gaze on me, and when I open my eyes, I see her pupils dilated, h
She tries to reach for my hair, but cant do it without moving her leg, and I push her legs down. Shes helpless against m
the shower. Tit for tat. My tongue dips into her sex and tastes her desire for me. I swirl it inside her and fuck her with my
of my tongue. Shes forced to absorb the pleasure since she cant close her legs, and endure the intensity of her orgasm w
giving a chance for her rolls of orgasms to subside, I flip my wife over, lifting her buttock up for my pleasure. I plunge m

one swift push, and plunge into the depths of her sex. I hold her ass up, and hold in the shakiness waves of her orgasm p
back with careful control, I only insert the crown, rubbing it gently, absorbing the ripples of her last orgasm. It jolts throu
erection is hard, hot, and trembling, aching to reach the depths of her sex, make her groan, make her mine, dominate her
Ive got for her. I push deeper with the rhythm of the song.

I feel her inner muscles clench, and hug my cock for more, making our intimacy not just fucking, but intensely passiona
her sexs embrace as if in a tease, and then thrust it into her welcoming sex over and over again. When I angle her hip, I
favorite place on earth located inside my wife. Angulating my hips, I rub onto her spot relentlessly, eliciting more pleasu

Oh, please! Anastasia shouts. I withdraw to prolong the sensation slowly, allowing her ripples of approaching peak to
fades, I plunge back again. I continue my delicious torture in and out, in and out. Then I lean down, and as I plunge into
intensifying the sensations of pain and pleasure, making her sex fist my cock like a tight glove. Her hips meet me thrust
are heavy and aching, as they rhythmically slap onto her clitoris and increasing her stimulation. As I reach my intense cl
you want a doctor, Ill examine every inch of you. If you want a driver, climb inside. Or if you want to take me for a ride

I am indeed her man, I think to myself as I spurt my desire, passion and need into her hotly. At the peak of her climax, I
clamps and she shouts her very intense orgasm. I finally thrust into her four more times, and still; my cock is still lodged
slapping onto her clit one last time. Once my vision manages to focus to here and now, I pull out of her with suction. Un
legs from her restraints. Then, I massage them, and let blood circulate back into her extremities.

Did that meet your expectation of fucking the hell out of you Mrs. Grey? I ask. Yessss! her breathy answer escapes h
***** *****

After our intense fucking, Anastasia dresses in a sexy short white summer dress with straps. Her plunging neckline is dis
emphasizes her growing breasts which I dont want others at home enjoy looking. I say nothing; we had such a wonderfu
Anastasia brings her work, spreading them over the bed, then she sits in the middle of them cross legged. A cursory glan
manuscripts she wants to read. She finally lies down, lifting her calves up as she crosses her legs at the ankle; she absent
annotates some of them with a pen. Her cleavage is even more distracting from this angle, but I continue to work on my

cleavage and my work, her ringing Blackberry startles us both. Seeing the caller ID, she frowns then takes a deep breath
willing her to tell me who it is. Is it the fucker Jose?
Hi mom! she answers it as cheerfully as she can.
Fuck! Did Jose call her mother too?
Yes, Ray was discharged out of the hospital last night. Thats why you couldnt find him there, she says and pauses.
Hes well. Just needs to go to physical therapy for a couple of months. You didnt call his cell phone? she asks. I raise
on for my benefit.

Of course not, dear. If he was in the hospital and sleeping, I didnt want to disturb him. When the nurse said he wasnt t
wasnt
transferred elsewhere. Thats why I called you.

I spent a little time with him after he was discharged. He was driven back to Montesano by friends. But he was remarka

Oh good! I dont know how to put this, but I had this uneasy feeling all day yesterday and all day today. I feared that so
panicked when the hospital said he wasnt there.
Dads fine, mom. But, I was sick yesterday.

What! Whats the matter? Is it related to your injuries? Did you go to the doctor? What hurts? Your head, your ribs? Did
come? Oh sweetie, come on talk to me!
Mom, let me get a word in edgewise, Anastasia says rolling her eyes. Sorry, dear...

I was sick but it was none of those things that caused me to be in that state. Anastasia takes a deep breath, and looks at

Mom, I was having morning sickness. Im pregnant. First, there is a pregnant pause as if the round penny is taking a fe
and then a very loud shriek comes through the speaker.
Mother? Mom? Are you okay?
Ana!!! I am so happy! Both for you and Christian! Are you really going to make me a grandma?
Yes, mom, comes Anas hesitant voice. Carla picks up on her hesitation.
Whats wrong honey? You want the baby, don't you?

Most definitely! Ive never wanted anything in my life as much aside from Christian, she murmurs in a low voice look
morning sickness ever especially this week. It hit me all of a sudden. I dont want you to worry about that. Were trying

Im so sorry sweetheart. Unfortunately, you get that from me. Ive had them when I was pregnant with you as well. For
gaining. Your daddy, bless his soul, she says her voice breaking, didnt know how to handle it. I was hospitalized, you
IV. We both were very young and inexperienced. It worried your father a lot. But theres light at the end of the tunnel. It
grew, and we were in love with you before you were born. I think that got us through that rough patch, she says. Anas

Thank you mom, Anastasia whispers. For what dear?

For not terminating me and carrying me through a difficult pregnancy. I wouldnt be here if you didnt keep me, she sa

Honey, I wouldnt change it for anything. Having you gave me a new life, a family of my own. And when you daddy w

I love you mom! Thank you for everything you did for me.I love you, too, baby. Tell Christian I said hi and congratul
need.I will mom. Thank you.
After Anastasia places the phone back on the bed, she looks up at me and says, Well, thats everyone...
Everyone?
Yes, everyones been informed of our little Blip.

Before I can respond to her comment, it is my Blackberry that buzzes this time. I take it and take a look at the caller. Hol
minute, I answer. My tone and my gaze immediately turns into a firm one.
Ros! Whats up?Mr. Grey, are you cancelling our meeting today?
If Andrea informed you of its cancellation, you shouldnt be asking about it, Ros.

Well, as it happens, its a very important meeting, because it involves the final breakthrough our engineering team has m
something you would want to participate in since weve all had very stressful few weeks.
Breakthrough? What breakthrough?

Well, that was the surprise. They may have the solar and or the winding technology they've been working on finally me
Really? I ask with excitement, standing up from my seat instantly.

Yes, really. Of course, I havent seen it myself, but I was looking forward to a demonstration. Do you still think you can
Let me call you back.Alright, sir. I shall await your call back.

I press the End button on my Blackberry. My eyes are ablaze with excitement as I look at Anastasia. She blinks back a
Anastasia, what say you to going to work with me today?
She purses her lips. You wont let me go to my work, but you want me to go to work with you?

Yes. I want to show my wife what we have been working on. The cellphone that works with solar and winding energy.
places on earth where they have not readily accessible electricity. Of course if it works the way its supposed to, I think i
outdoor enthusiasts who are away from technology for extended periods of time, or even give a surviving chance to a so
with no means of communication.

She smiles, remembering. She clearly knows what I like, where my passion lies. She has purchased a few toys for me ut
passion.

Mr. Grey, take me to work, she says grinning, and I hold my hand out to her excited
with the prospect of taking her to the GEH for the first time since she first stumbled into my office.

Here it is Leonard Cohen

BOOK IV CHAPTER XIII FIELD TRIP

This is Anastasias first time at GEH since she first came to interview me. When the elevator dings open office staff jum

Welcome Mr. Grey, Andrea says as soon as I exit the elevator. After seeing Anastasia I tug behind me with our hands l
Grey! We werent expecting you. Welcome to GEH! Andrea greets my wife, if a little flustered. Anastasia's gaze narrow

Mrs. Grey can and will show up anytime she wishes at the Grey House or anytime I desire her to come with me. You do

Of course not, sir! I apologize if I gave any other indication. Were very pleased to see you Mrs. Grey, she responds bl
Anastasia comes to her rescue by responding. Thank you Andrea, then turning to me, she asks, shall we, Christian?
We shall, Mrs. Grey, I reply smiling at my wife. Andrea, what time is the meeting?

Its in 30 minutes sir. But, Ros wanted to see you beforehand. Will you be staying here late sir?I dont know yet. I wi
not yet decided how late Ill stay today.
Yes, sir. Shall I call Ros to come and see you?

Maybe in five minutes, I say and tug my wife behind me possessively. The envious and curious looks of my employee
can feel their

gaze on our linked hands, my possessiveness as well as the way Anastasia is drawn to me. I can also feel the admiring m
assets. Taylor opens the door to my office and sweeping my wife up into my arms to her giggling surprise as well as my
through the threshold of my office. Taylor holds the door, waiting for my command. I turn to look at him, and for a brief
non-verbal order and he remains behind, closing the door after I cross into my office. After Anastasias surprise subsides

Why Mr. Grey, shouldnt you have carried me through the threshold of the elevator? Technically, this is your floor.

Mrs. Grey, the building and the company is mine, but this is the heart of all GEH operations, where all decisions are ma
universe dwells. I carried you to the heart of operations which is basically the same thing, I say smiling.

Anastasias gaze slips from my face realizing her smiling oversized picture that Jose took proudly displayed on the wall.
Troutons art, now.
Oh, Christian, she says burying her face to my chest. How could you stand that

overtaking image in your office? It's so big... With all the people coming here to do business with you, she says without

I love looking at your smiling picture Anastasia, I chide her. Youre my wife, and Im proud to show it to others that t
Dont you get tired of looking at it?

I crave for you. I long to see you all day, and cant go without hearing your voice for a few hours.
Youre the center of my universe. Everything I do is for you. How could I tire of my reason for being,
Ana? I whisper as I lower my lips covering hers. Her arms wrap around my neck. She parts her lips
slightly, sighing, in response to my gentle touch; our breaths comingle, the effect of it overtakes me. My
wifes lips are red and moist, and her instant arousal causes her rapid breathing, making me hard
instantly. God! Im one breath away from being turned on, a halfcocked gun in the sight of my wife. I
want to devour her. The gentle kiss molding our lips to each other is soon accompanied by my tongue
thrusting rhythmically into my wifes warm inviting mouth. The fierce desire I have for her sometimes
inconveniently gives me an erection. And right now, I am turned on. Anastasia kisses me lasciviously,
desperately in fact causing me to be mindless with my need for her.

Then we hear Andreas disembodied voice over the intercom.

Mr. Grey, Ros is here to see you, sir.

Our breathing is quick, unison, our lips are melded into one other, our tongue tango is continues. Once our kiss ceases, th
tenfold, not subsided; not even the edge is taken. We only part our lips when were both breathless. I kiss the edge of her

Im not done with you Mrs. Grey. But for now, we have business to conduct. Im actually anxious to show you what we
ground. She looks down at my bulge in front of my pants.

Well have to do something about that Mr. Grey. I feel like Im neglecting my wifely duties, she says pursing her lips.
universe, sitting on your desk, and playing with your millions, commanding and taming the business world, I will tame y
her hand gently rubs the growing tent before me, and attempts to walk away to get to a seat. I grab her by the wrist and p

What are you doing to me, Anastasia? I say as I fiercely kiss her again. Youre going to unman me, I breathe against
forehead against hers, and hold her hand finally, and walk her to a seat across from my desk.

Today. You will fulfill your word today, baby, I whisper, my words are both a threat and a promise. Seating my wife, I
dark with lascivious intent, my erection still full; I sit.
Hitting the button on the intercom, Send Ros in, Andrea, I say; my gaze is still locked on my wife.
The door opens, and Ros walks in.
Mr. Grey, thank you for coming in today... she says, but upon noticing Anastasia, her step falters in surprise.
Mrs. Grey, what a nice surprise! she chimes, positively delighted to see her. Will you be here all afternoon?

Yes, my wife is going to accompany me today, Ros, I say. Ros hears the tone in my voice that Anastasia is going to be

Well, Im delighted! Welcome, Mrs. Grey! How have you been feeling since you got out of the hospital? Im so sorry b
genuinely.
Im well, thank you, Ros! Anastasia replies.
Ros takes a seat across from me. Is this about the meeting with the engineering team?
No, actually not, she says looking at Anastasia.
You can talk to me with my wife present, I say arching my eyebrows.

Alright... We need to talk about sending the second part of payroll and expense account to Taiwan.

I thought you wanted to send the 50% first, and wait another six months for the other part of 50%. What changed? I as
perched on the arms of my chair; my hands are steepled before me.

We have deposited $110 million already. But the shipyard needs to meet our standards. I spoke to the shipyard manager
it for our needs. Our inspector has already been there. But we need to send our shipyard manager here along with Warren
and how the money should be spent, how much the fittings will cost, and whether some of tools can be shipped from our
have already begun. I

think its best to have the money managed in Taiwan to save from the taxes here, because its already earmarked for that
weve discussed allocating another $100 million for the necessary repairs. I need to have boots on the ground to watch th
intended.

I tap my fingers on my desk contemplating. Anastasias eyes widen as we speak in terms of large sums of cash. She says
a little
admiration, a little intimidation, and a whole a lot of lust. I keep my eyes on Ros to keep my erection under control.
What are you suggesting? You need to go to Taiwan?

I was going to suggest that you go and inspect the shipyard for yourself, and talk to the bank, the managers, and inspect
intimidating than I but then again maybe we should go together because, one of us is a tropical storm, but both of us com
saying is true of course, but, I dont know if its a good idea to go to Taiwan when my wife is pregnant and sick. I have t
with me. Or, just send Ros and Warren.

Ill talk to the shipyard manager tonight then. Ill think about Taiwan, I say looking at Anastasia. My wife always deni
someplace, making her work an excuse. With Linc on the loose, and when shes having violent episodes of morning sick
last thing I want to do.

When would you have to go if you do decide to go? Anastasia asks. I have not decided to go yet, Anastasia, I respon

In two weeks, but thats not set in stone yet. If Warren and I go this time, we can buy some time for Mr. Grey to go in a
allocate enough time to make the changes we want in the shipyard to get it fully operational with our company standards
controlled anger for being bypassed.
Do you want to go with Ros in two weeks? Anastasia asks.

Anastasia, I wont be able to make this decision now since you have been in the hospital only recently. Your well-being
capable employees who are amply paid, I enunciate, they ought to be able to resolve any

problems that may arise since the business deal has already been struck. If I do go, it will be later rather than sooner, I s

Im going to send you the financial forecast. I have reached the conclusion earlier than I had anticipated which is why I
sooner. But since we already have half of the funds there earmarked for the payroll, I would really recommend at least tr
funds.

I need to look at the reports, but I agree on the repair funds. I want to speak with the dock manager this evening. Theyr
hes at hand to receive my call. On the second thought... I say pausing, dont. Ill make it an impromptu call. Dont giv

Mr. Grey, your engineering team is assembled and waiting for you in the Meeting Room 4, please, Andrea says throug

Well be there in a few minutes. Make sure you bring club soda and Saltine crackers for Mrs. Greys seat. She hasnt ea
Crackers, sir? Andrea asks confused.Yes, Andrea, crackers! Saltines, specifically. Thats what she likes.
Ross eyes narrow on me, scrutinizing. It hasnt dawned on her yet, but her gears are turning in her head.

Without giving Ros a chance to discover my wifes pregnancy, I rise from my seat to my considerable height. My erectio
Buttoning my custom made navy blue Brioni jacket, I walk around my desk with the agility Im accustomed, and extend
allowing me to pull her to her feet. I feel a thrill course through me with the prospect of showing off my gorgeous wife b
her. With Anastasias hand safely in mine, I walk through the lobby. I can feel the employees stand up to get a glance of
behold. Taylor and Sawyer both follow us and when we get to the meeting room, Taylor opens the door up. My team of e
Taylor and Sawyer take the opposite corners to cover the entire room. Ros takes the seat to my left side. All eyes on the t
surreptitiously glance at our linked hands.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce you my wife, Mrs. Anastasia Grey? Shell be

joining us during our meeting today, I announce. Then I introduce each team members name to Anastasia who stands u
smiles back at them. I take the head of the table after I seat my wife to my right. Her club soda and crackers are on a plat

Im told that you finally have a breakthrough in the winding and solar technology on the cellular phones were trying to
is it different than what you have shown me? I ask.
Andrew, my chief engineer clears his throat.

Mr. Grey, we have three different prototypes. One utilizes only solar energy, the other utilizes winding technology, and
was being able to utilize the solar energy and the surface in which to do it. We have examined leaves of a tree, and how i
small spaces to do the photosynthesis. We tried to apply what we have discovered into the PV batteries which of course a
them to be...
Anastasia cuts him, interested in the topic. What are PV batteries and how are they

utilized in this cell phone? she asks taking one of the prototypes into her hand. I look at my wife proudly for taking inte
my heart: clean energy.

Good question maam. PV cell is basically the single-crystal silicon cell. Silicon has some special chemical properties i
silicon atom has 14 electrons arranged in three different shells, he says and Anastasia blinks lost in the first mention of

Let me explain it in another way maam. Leaves for example are reaction centers that carry out the chemistry necessary
that on a bright sunny day, there are more than 100 million billion red and blue colored photons strike a leaf each second
to be able to both utilize the energy thats required for growth as well as get rid of the excess energy that can be harmful.
quickly harvest energy and in a regulated manner which we discovered are two key features in natural light-harvesting s

So it was down to utilizing correct energy circuits that could control, regulate, direct and amplify raw solar energy by ma
loss of energy before it was utilized. So, the surface which we utilized to harvest the solar energy was crucial. Weve com
was directly on

the phone but we realized it was impractical. You could heat up the circuits inside which could harm the phone and it wa
created a charging utility that is removable such as a case, and even a smaller solar charger which the user could plug an

attached to a backpack, or a surface receiving direct or indirect sunlight. The charge would hold 8 hours. Our goal is to s
user could go on without charging for 24

hours. We have accomplished that. Because solar energy is abundant, even on cloudy days, it will be possible to charge a
Anastasia looks excited.

How about this one? How does this winding one works? she asks holding a cell phone with a crank attached in the bot
plate and she takes a Saltine cracker, and nibbles on it.

My engineering team is more than eager to explain how their creation works to my wife as if they are just given their mo
turns me on in

a different way. I feel a certain normalcy and something beyond. Theres awe in my wife towards my personal cause, and
engineers towards my wife. Shes approachable, curious, interested, and inquisitive.

Halfway through the meeting, Im unable to take my gaze away from my wife who somehow takes the lead with her cur
engineers are eager and competitive to accommodate her, and answer her questions. Im not sure how to take this yet. Is
allure every man is captivated in?
When Ros examines the schematics and starts asking questions about cost of production, distribution, and the products
and whispers, Christian, wheres the restroom?

Are you ill? I ask quickly giving a once over her face.She slightly shakes her head, her eyes almost forbidding me to a
have a private bathroom.

Sawyer or Taylor can show me the way. Finish your meeting, she whispers then stands up abruptly. Damn! She doesn'
I follow suit, and get up immediately. All heads turn to our direction, looking at us quizzically.

Ros, why dont you finish the meeting? I say. Anastasia is already making her way to the door quickly muttering a tha
and I quickly dash after the duo with confused faces looking behind us.
Taylor runs ahead immediately, opening the door and leads Anastasia towards my private bathroom.
Wait outside, I order to both firmly, and follow Anastasia into the bathroom locking the door.

Ana! Are you sick? Whats wrong?Christian could you wait outside? I need some privacy. I need to go to bathroom.

No, Im not. Ive just consumed two bottles of club soda. I have to go, she says pressing her legs together. I give a sigh

Go then. Ill just turn my back just in case you dont feel well. She rolls her eyes. Christian, please! I dont stand ther
Baby, you can stand there all you want. Ive no qualms about you watching me doing anything.

Agghh! Youre incorrigible! All of a sudden, Im back to the day she woke up in the hospital, and I have no desire of l
Christian, I promise, Im not sick. Just wait outside the door! I cant go when youre watching!

I told you Ill turn my back Ana. Just do it!Fine! Just this once. Turn your back! she orders rolling her eyes again. D
Youre no gentleman, Mr. Grey!
I never claimed to be a gentleman! Im just a concerned husband who is madly in love with his wife.
Anastasia is done with her business. I turn my back to see her after I hear the sound of running water.
All done, Mr. Grey, and without getting sick. But I dont wanna jinx it!
Come, I say taking her hand. Are you hungry? You havent had much other than breakfast, some broth and crackers.
Well order in. Whats your pleasure?You, she says her lips curving up with the semblance of a smile.

Why Mrs. Grey, I aim to fulfill all your appetites, but I believe our baby is hungry right now, I say and as if on cue her
I dont want to eat right now Christian. I had a lot of crackers, she says.

Baby, dont flirt with the devil. Youll only get burnt, I whisper. You know how I feel about you not eating. Besides, I
Anastasia. Crackers are to calm your stomach. Food is for you and our baby, I say placing my hand over her belly. She
In that case, Mr. Grey, perhaps we can reach an agreement, she says licking her lips.

Anastasia, I dont negotiate when it comes to your well-being baby, especially when youre being disobedient, I say ra

But Mr. Grey. You know Ive been a bad girl by not obeying your orders to eat, she whispers in a husky voice, then fir
think I ought to be punished. Maybe on my knees under your desk while you rule the universe.

My breath hisses through my teeth. Anastasia, youre going to unman me, baby. But as it happens, it is one of my fanta
office alone Id like to fuck you. Let me feed you first, wife... I murmur tilting her chin up to face me. Tell me what wo
Maybe clam chowder in sourdough bread bowl and spring mix salad.
Okay. Ill have it brought in. I take my Blackberry out and press Taylors number on speed dial.
Yes, sir, he answers.

Taylor, I need you to pick up two orders of clam chowder soup in sourdough bread bowls and spring mix salad... Then
you like desert?
Yes, she mouths, but its not the kind Taylor could order from the restaurant menu. My gaze darkens in her response.
That will be all Taylor.

Mr. Grey, Ros is at the door. She wants to drop the samples with you so you can take a better look at them. Is this a goo
eyes.
Send her in.Ill be back in thirty minutes sir. Sawyer is here if you need anything. Thanks Taylor.

***** *****

I watch Anastasia all through our meal to see if shes feeling sick, weak or tired. She seems to have recovered her appeti
bowl. She also consumes all her salad, then eyes, my half eaten bread bowl that I'm still working on eating.

Are you going to finish that? she asks with her last bite in her mouth. Generally Im always the first one to finish a me
But, Anastasias appetite has recovered and she seems to be hungry still. I grin, and break a piece of my sourdough bowl
closes her eyes savoring the taste.
More? I ask smiling.
Yes, please.

I take another piece, dipping it in the soup on the bottom of the bowl, dipping my finger along with the piece of bread. W
Anastasias mouth, her lips capture my finger with soup, and sucks on it. My cock twitches in response. My gaze darken
Behave, Mrs. Grey, I whisper in a husky voice.

Maybe I dont want to behave, she challenges back. Besides, food is gone, and you still havent offered me my desert
Not yet. Im the host, Mrs. Grey. I will give you what you want, but right now, I want to show my wife, our company,
she just consumed doesnt want to come back up. I want my wife good and ready, and craving me.
I want my desert now, she pouts.

Delayed gratification. Think how much more youll want me, not knowing when, what or how youre getting it, Mrs. G

Besides, I wanted to show you GEH when you first came to see me, but you ran off. This is my second chance to show
pupils dilating, my voice is taking a deep carnal tone, You were all thumbs trying to set up that damned recorder on my
pointing. Even though your fumbling and uncoordination would have irritated the fuck out of me if it was anyone else,
me think it was endearing, that pulled me to you. I wanted to prolong your stay as much as possible. I was thinking all k
skittishness. I say rubbing her cheek.

Then you did something. You peeked up at me, and bit down your bottom lip... like youre doing now, I say tugging he
noticed your lovely, kissable, fuckable mouth.
Christian! she gasps.

Once you were done setting the damned thing up, you looked up at me with your big blue eyes. You asked me some inc
at me disapprovingly, not pleased with my answer.

All I remember was that your gaze, your simple movements, your lip, the way you sat in your chair and the intensity of
mesmerized with you, Christian. Couldnt take my eyes off you, but then again, the intensity of your gaze, the confidenc
you carried yourself intimidated me. I couldnt look at you.

I remember. You lowered your gaze, and said yes sir, shocking me in one hand, then called me a control freak, breakin
was. You saw though me, baby! I say in awe. Her genuine smile is big.

You told me you exercise control in all things, and I felt the effect of your words clenching me right here, she says, pla

The Way You Make me Feel - Michael Jackson ft. Britney Spears

Then you gave me the biggest shock of my life by asking if I was gay, right there, I say walking her toward the seating
your seat, bend you across my knee that very moment, and spank the living shit out of you. I

wanted to tie your hands behind your back, bend your glowing pink ass gloriously on my desk with your legs spread wid
hungry, presented for my cock, your beautiful hair wrapped around my wrist pulled back, I wanted to fuck the hell out o
was! I hiss though my teeth, my blood boiling as if the memory was just yesterday.
Im up for it now! Anastasia breathes her chest heaving up and down, completely turned on.
All in good time, baby. I want to show you our company right now.

Christian! she chides me. You cant just seduce me like that, and leave me hot and bothered. I give her a lascivious s

Baby, I waited for a couple of weeks just to get my due for being unjustly called, gay and to prove you my heterosexu

She pouts. Youre not intending to make me suffer for weeks are you, Mr. Grey? she asks frowning. Because, I might
believe youre obligated taking care of my hunger, Mr. Grey. Or are you deliberately forgetting doctors orders?

I forget nothing about you Anastasia. I will take care of you, I promise, but give me this. Ive waited a long time to show
She frowns. Second best?

You, my dear wife, youre my best accomplishment. Marrying you was the best endeavor I ever accomplished. Come,
what we have together.

Andrea and the new intern jumps to their feet. Olivias internship nearly ended when she disclosed Anastasia and my eng
Anastasia being harassed. Her internship is over, but I cant have incompetence in my office staff. Shes not retained her
those that hurt my wife are unforgivable.
Who was that other girl with Andrea? She didnt look like the other assistant you

had.Thats because Olivias internship ended. That was another intern, Janelyn. Another one of your blondes, she m

Theyre not my blondes. The only woman that belongs to me here, or anyplace else is you, Anastasia. Theyre my empl
going to be very bothered by the time we finish the company tour. The hotter and more bothered we both are, the more in
waiting is the torture we must endure for the price of that pleasure.
***** *****I didnt realize how many people worked for you in this building alone, Anastasia
comments awed.

I employ over 40,000 people in the U.S. and we are acquiring another workforce thats going to increase our workforce

So many peoples livelihood depends on you Christian. Im in awe of you, she says looking up at me reverentially. A
deal going,

you managed to stay in Portland with me when I was waiting word on Ray, then waited for me at the hospital, and took c

care of me. Right now... she says realizing. Im always watching out for her. For her needs; her well-being. Everything

Its because, youre my reason for being, for existing. Youre the center of my universe, Anastasia. You have no idea wh
leaning down.
When I look up and get my bearing to see where we are, I realize were across from the lobby and by the elevators.
Come, I tug her hand after me. Andrea jumps up with the new intern.
Mr. Grey. You have a phone call scheduled to Taiwan in 30 minutes. I check the time. Its passed 6:30 p.m.
Current time in Taiwan is 9:31 a.m. their local time, sir.
Connect the call in at 7:00 p.m., then you can both go home Andrea.

We can stay later if you need our assistance, sir, she says bristling with efficiency. Anastasias hand tightens in mine, a
is getting to her. Her eyes are impassive, gazing at Andrea; however, Anastasia is anything but.

On the second thought, connect me with the Shipyard manager in ten minutes, and then you two can go. I can take it fro

Yes, Mr. Grey, Andrea responds. Both Sawyer and Taylor are waiting at the entrance to the lobby. Taylor looks up, wh
let anyone in.
Come on Mrs. Grey, I say and pull Anastasia into my office. I close and lock the door behind me.
So, Mrs. Grey... I say turning around but she cuts me off.
Mr. Grey, I am at unease with the eager help you are getting here. I mean your assistants are just chomping at the bit to
happy, or jealous of the service theyre providing you, she says mock chiding me. She turns to take a step forward, but
are...

Theyre not my blondes. Theyre my employees. Theyre required to be efficient, prompt, effective in their jobs and be
very well for the job they perform. You, on the other hand are my wife. Youve nothing to worry...

Of course I do, Mr. Grey, she says biting her lip. My gaze darkens. This is her game. Her hand caresses
over my silver silk tie which I put on deliberately today, then grasping the tie at the tail, she pulls it,
coaxing me to walk forward towards my desk as she pulls me along. She grabs one of the plush pillows
on the way to my desk.

She then pushes me into my seat, tosses the pillow under my desk leisurely and then climbs onto my desk
sitting right in front of me, swinging her legs. Then she places her feet in Louboutin stilettos on my chair
and right between my legs, effectively keeping them apart. Her glorious legs are displayed; her flowy
skirt slides up to her thighs and her black lace panties are now showcasing how hungry her sex is for me.

Anaaa, I hiss her name in a carnal breath.

Certain promises were made earlier this afternoon, Mr. Grey, and I think I can prove you that I too, am
very efficient. My gaze narrows on her, I study and asses my wife who is insatiably ravenous for me.
She wants to play. The thought makes me more desirous for her.
Although, I had to run out of the meeting unexpectedly, I had a very good excuse Mr. Grey, she says sighing.

We dont give second chances, and excuses are not tolerated here, Mrs. Grey, I respond my voice is effectively forbidd

I know Mr. Grey, but I would really like you to reconsider. You see, even though I have been a rowdy assistant on trial
came to conclusion, Id like to remind you that I am exceptionally good at my job, and you really should give me an opp
be in performing
the services you require of me.

My pupils dilate, and my gaze darkens in our role play. Mrs. Grey, I believe the position is already filled by a very capa
Im madly in love with. And, I dont take advice from employees in what course of action I should take with them. This
to that?

She pouts her lips, and bites her lower lip. After undoing three buttons of her shirt, I can now see her sexy engorged brea
hands leisurely slide over her shirt, finally coming to rest and curl at the edge of my desk. She leans back slightly. That s
Her heavy lids slowly lift up, and theres nothing but libidinous desire in them.

Cant you find it in your heart to give me another chance, Sir? I looove my job, and simply in love with my bosss boss
position. You just dont recognize me. Have I changed that much, Sir? An involuntarily breath whistles through my teet

I do love ambition, enthusiasm, drive, inventiveness, and vigorous initiative, Mrs. Grey. Maybe I should this one time e

Thank you, Sir. Id like to cement my position as the number one woman in all venues after my demonstration, she say
impatient erection. The disembodied voice from the intercom jumps us both.

Mr. Grey, I have Mr. Lung Shyn, the Taipei Shipyard Manager on line one. I apologize for the delay sir. He was oversee
cranes. I frown. This is unexpected. But my gaze is still on my wife. She slides down off my desk.
Thank you, Andrea. You and Janelyn can go home now, I say without a hitch on my
distant, Im-your-boss-and-your-commander tone.
Good evening Mr. Grey.

Anastasia, I hiss with my gaze full of carnal intent, my eyes dark, heated. I rise from my seat, and grasping her hair, I f
her long, and hard. Her hand reaches over my pants, wrapping her fingers around my rigid cock.

My ravenous woman, bent on unmanning me, I breathe into her lips.

I want this, she whispers. I want to be the only one pleasing you at all times, she says with a desperate plea. Did she
intern? The only time her demeanor changed was when Andrea and Janelyn were asking if they should stay longer. Did t
employee is asking to fulfill a task, a duty? Its absurd. They work for me. I require them to work late and long hours so

Ana, you are the only woman pleasing me. Theyre just employees. You are my everything. My world, my universe, the
baby, I want you to do this. I want you to show me how much you want me... I hiss, cupping her face. I take anything
give you anything you desire of me, I growl.
Muse - Undisclosed Desires
I sink back into my chair and pick up the phone.
Grey, here, I greet as my molten gaze follow Anastasias slow descent to the floor.

Mr. Grey, this is Lung Shyn. Im sorry you had to call me at a late hour for you. Had I known, Id have waited here late
appropriate time for you. How can I be of service today, sir?

Anastasias hands unbuckle my belt, and my zipper is lowered. Her hand dips into my boxers, and her fingers immediate
want to hiss out a breath forcefully, but I control myself to let it out slowly. She inserts both hands into my boxers skimm

my pants down to have full access to my erection. I grin, and lifting my butt off the seat, I give her the access she needs.
I hear that youre dismantling one of the 20 ton cranes, Shyn. I wasnt made aware of that. Why is it being taken out of
squeeze my buttocks. I grin in response.

Yes, sir. Thats because the inspector Miss Bailey had sent said that one of the 20 ton cranes were not compliant with O
practice OSHA

here, GEH does. Therefore we are complying with everything you require us to do, he explains.

Meanwhile Anastasia holds me with both hands. One hand at the root of my cock, the other cupping my sack. Her warm
covering it. Then she sucks ever so gently. Her tongue moves over the tip, rubbing, and licking. The sensation flares and
my veins, curling my toes. My right hand grips the phone with such a force that I feel the blood drain from it. Her tongu
As she moves along, I can feel her inhaling my scent as if she cant get enough of me with just taste. I feel her pull me in
What other changes are being done? I ask.
We have a list of them, and were working on complying with every one of them.
What are they?
Hold on one second sir, let me pull up my file and I shall read all of them to you, he says.

Take your time, I say my head rolling back and I thrust my hip into my wifes capable mouth. Putting the phone on mu
and she does as she is told moving her tongue underneath my cock, then she flickers her tongue on the rim. Her hands an
Rhythmic movements... I
push my feet on the floor, pleasure building up. Deep, baby, and hard!
Kings of Leon - Closer

She fists me at the root, and her fingers wrap my cock like a glove sliding up towards the tip. Hard! Then her lips run do
to the back

of her throat. My hand grasps her hair, holding her in place as if she moved her mouth I could not bear it. The pleasure w

exponentially. I lift my butt off my seat using my elbows. One of her hands wrap around me, and squeezes my ass. My p
she licks me as she bares her teeth trailing back up to tip.

Oh, yes. The first repairs started in the quays sir. Weve nearly a hundred employees dedicated to get the shipyard funct
speaker on.

I want you to read me every item on the list, one by one. I will stop you if I have a question. Then e-mail me the conten
As you wish sir, he says and starts reading as I put the microphone back on mute again.

A soft moan escapes Anastasias lips, when she is sucking the hell out of the crown, her tongue pleasure torturing me. Th
mouth, hollowing her cheeks. She increases her speed, pulling me, and tugging, sucking, coaxing my pleasure. She is ge
of me. My wife on her knees, her mouth sucking and stroking my cock, her tongue caressing every pulsating vein make

Ffffuuukk! Ana! You suck me dry, baby! Im going to come so hard! I say thrusting my hips. Ana is the only woman w
making me completely naked before her, and at this moment the only thing that matters is the chase to orgasm. My wife
other hand, her tongue and soft lips uncontrollably work towards pushing me into my orgasm. As my climax approaches
in her hand and draw up. The maddening jolt of pleasure courses through my entire body, and focuses on this one part of
my wife's mouth.

Shit! Ana! Youre driving me to insanity! Fuck me! Suck me dry baby! My voice is unrecognizable, raspy, deep and g
my eyes are

rolling back into my head, and my orgasm releases in thick hot spurts into Anastasias mouth. I thrust my hips again into
My heavy erection is a different entity, pulsing and throbbing until she squeezes every ounce of pleasure out of my body
making my whole body shake. My pleasure is released in the form of a groan as I place the phone's receiver on my desk

Anastasia only stops when I stop thrusting. This is a first. My wife becomes the first woman to suck me off at GEH. And
wants to fuck her like I wanted to when I first met her here.
A satisfied grin appears on Anastasias face. Her wide blue eyes look at me from under her heavy eyelashes.
As she licks her lips, she looks up at me, and asks, Well, Sir, do I get to keep my job?
Fuck baby, not only do you keep the job but you also get a promotion!

The list also contains relocating the 150 tonnage crane to a different position at the docks to better utilize it for fitting. T
Shyn in the background.

I pick up the phone as I pull my wife into my arms, with my ass still bare, and my dick hanging out. I turn the speaker ba
What is the estimated time for the completion of the repairs and compliance
requirements?

The worst case of the scenario, we can be fully operational in one months time, sir. We can still operate, but it is safer i
on around the clock.

Alright, I expect you to e-mail me the list. Indicate what has been completed, what still needs to be done, how many pe
of completion for each individual project, and how many people you intend to allocate for each task. Cc it to Ms. Bailey
sheets. Indicate the cost of every project down to the last screw, I say looking at my wife carnally.

I have all the costs broken down sir. And the projected time of completion. Theyre in 3 different files. I shall send them

else I can help you with?

That would be all, Shyn. I say and hang up.
So, Mrs. Grey, I drawl. You and I had another first, baby. Ive never been sucked off in my own office.
She smiles at my declaration.Im pleased to hear that Mr. Grey. Did you fuck anyone in this office?

What crude language, Mrs. Grey. Arent you the epitome of gentility this evening? I say faux mocking her. She narrow
Are you being evasive, Mr. Grey? Her voice is wounded even.

As it happens Mrs. Grey, you will be the first woman I fuck in this office and Id like to accomplish that goal within the
only woman for the job. I dont want anyone else. Just you, baby. Its only you! I whisper fervently.
Really Mr. Grey? she murmurs coyly. Maybe I should play hard to get. I want a little rough play tonight.

Ana, I dont know if you should. I dont want you to get sick. Come and get me Christian! she says running off my l

Fuck! I hiss as I hastily move after her. Talking about getting caught your pants down. I promptly stuff my shirt into m
Without buckling my belt I run after Anastasia. She rushes to the seating area, and divesting her high heels on the way, s
nothing else matter. Just my wife.
Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
Anaaa! I hiss. If you fall down, you might get hurt and you might hurt the baby as well.

The floor is carpet here, Christian. Theres enough friction. I wont fall! Are you afraid you cant catch a pregnant wom

Damn it, Ana! Stop running! I say as I slowly creep to the edge of the sofa to get to her. She quickly moves to the othe
hurts herself, I support myself with one hand and leap over the sofa to the other side, nearly catching Ana, but she dashe
coffee table,
squealing in delight.

Shit! Our game is exciting, but I am worried that shell fall, and get hurt. I run to the other side of the coffee table and
She goes behind a custom made chair. I stalk her slowly, like a panther. Her delighted squeals are like the sirens call for
blouse is pulled and a single button breaks loose and flies off the shirt. With another squeal, she runs to the other side ag
her, and scoop her off the floor, I capture her tightly in my arms.

So, Mrs. Grey, I growl. You wanted to be bad. You know how I feel about that baby. I dont want you to run from me
out of me, and also, youve put yourself and our baby in danger running around carelessly. What shall I do to punish you
Something that will make butt sore, and your cock hard to have me right here, right now, she breathes quickly.
Ana... Why are you doing this?

I am so turned on with your pleasure; I just want you to fuck me senseless, Christian. My desire for you is turned on an

of the women
who come in contact with you, and like you, I want to declare that youre my man!
Baby, I AM yours. What is worrying you? I say addressing her possessive side.

I know that youre not into blondes, and Andrea is a good assistant. But, I want to have this here, declare you in the sea
scent here so
that every woman who walks through these doors knows that Christian Grey is my man!
And you thought you would accomplish this end, by putting yourself in danger? I ask incredulous.

I love playing with you Christian. You have been too gentle with me lately. Attentive, and caring which I completely ap
of our relationship.
I search her face. I want to make sure that shes not doing this because of some

misguided idea that I need the hard core fucking. And to achieve that end, shes going to jeopardize her own well-being.
when shes better.

Anastasia, I say my gaze darkening. Is this about my female employees? Are you trying to push me to play hard with
intern? If so, you can forget about it. I require my assistant to work at all hours. Be professional, work hard, complete tas
Because Im a very busy man, a very in demand business man, I need them to be this hard-working as if they dont have
their job properly so that I can have the time to spend with my lovely wife. In return, theyre paid amply. They get the be
bonuses for the exceptional services they provide. Our relationship here at GEH is always a professional one. Do you un
any other woman. I have no desire for anyone else, no time, no care nor feeling for any other woman! Just you Anastasia
Oh Christian! I know that! I trust you! I just want you to know that Im not made of glass.

Ana, I feel apprehensive about being hard with you right now, because youve been in the hospital after being nearly ki
Are you

forgetting that your admirer Jose took on me at the hospital thinking Im somehow being harsh on you? Or that you got s
Can you understand that Im a worried husband who is madly, insanely, jealously in love with his wife? If at any time, fo
even due to morning sickness, or somehow hurts you even during our play, or turns you off in anyway, itd kill me. Ever
together is more important than anything else in the world. Because, you are my world. You are the

single point in universe where I feel safe, at home and centered. You are my reason for being. And because of that, its ve
although I desire and miss that side of our relationship.

I miss it too, Christian! I love everything we do together. I love it when you are soft and gentle, I love it when you are k
carnality personified. Its just you, husband. I know the relationship you hold with your employees is a very professional
notice when other women desire you even if they are only very professional towards you. I too want to declare my territo
On top of that, this pregnancy is making me hungry for everything; Im hungry for food all the time, and I crave you

more. My sex drive seems to be in overdrive; I just cant get enough of you. I want this, I need this, Christian. What mor
looking up at me with her impossibly blue eyes. I suppose, she says fluttering her eyelashes, If you are unwilling to ta

relieve myself, husband.

The hell you are! No one relieves your sexual needs but me! I own this! I say cupping her sex, and slowly stroking it o
drenched, hungry for me. I want to give her what she wants without hurting her much or somehow triggering her mornin

Mrs. Grey, you are being a bad bad...bad girl. I am going to spank you for wanting to pleasure yourself without me. I am
husband, and Im your lover. This is my job and both of our pleasure. And you wish to take it away from me. I say dark
you?

Her eyes light up.

However Sir desires, she says lowering her gaze. Fuck me!

Well then, Im going spank you on my lap, and fuck you very hard on my desk. I dont have a certain number in mine.
with me. Im your lover Anastasia. Lovers dont have safe words. Just tell me to stop when you had your fill of the spank
Yes! she says breathy.What will you say when you had enough Anastasia?
Ill say stop, sir! she says making me take a sharp intake of breath.
Good girl!

I pull my wife onto my lap, and pull her skirt back. Lowering her lacy panties, her beautiful alabaster ass is presented to
restrain her legs beneath my right leg. Then push her back down with my left arm. I caress her buttocks with my hand an
and dip my finger between the folds of her sex. Insert one finger into her sex and find it soaking wet for me. I groan deep
finger into her and with shallow plunges; I stimulate her sex making my wife moan with need. I immediately withdraw m

wifes buttocks.

Ow! One! she yelps in surprise making me smile. My hand is singing, and I love the feeling. I rub her buttocks and lif
Two! she counts. Massaging her buttocks one more time, I lift my hand once again, and land it back on her right over

I develop a pattern in circular motion, spreading the pain, coaxing blood to the surface, stimulating her deep buried sexu
incorporate pressure and rhythm without friction. Tapping her clitoris in this manner also stimulates her, and spanking he
stimulation. I deliver another blow to her left buttock leaving a pink mark behind. Sixteen! she shouts. I caress, and lif
Caress her once more and hit her
between the butt cheeks and over her sex. Eighteen! Stop! she says breathless.

My hand is singing with delicious pain just as her buttocks are. Breath hisses through my teeth. I lift my wife off the floo
push aside the contents over my desk and spread her face down.
Anastasia, I want you to hold tight on the sides. I am going to fuck you hard now

baby! Tell me to stop if this gets hard anytime. Yes! she breathes excited.
I hold her down, turn her head sideways, spread her legs apart with my feet, lift her now ass up for my cock. Unzipping
full salute mode. And without a preamble, I plunge into her in one swift move balls deep. The

feeling is overwhelming, intoxicating, and complete heaven. The best place on earth for me is inside my wife. Shes my
filling her. I close my eyes and savor the feeling, savor my wife. I slowly pull back, and first painfully slow I ease back i
sex.
Faster Christian! she groans.

Let me savor this, baby, I hiss through my teeth.

Then I pull back again and plunge into her hard. Holding her buttocks I pull her back to me as I plunge into her, reaching
yet I find myself there as well, and I just want to keep fucking hard, pushing, and carrying us both to the precipice fast, h
balls slapping over her clitoris punishing and pleasuring her at the same time, drawing excited moans from her. I plunge
the so familiar yet so craved tightening of her sex like a tight fist, encouraging me to go deeper, pulling me in, matching
invitingly, caress and hug like a ravenous lover. I plunge into her and pull her ass back to me again. I swivel my hips onc

angle letting me get in her sex deepest. When I locate that spot, I hold her buttocks, and angulate rubbing that spot with t
and her secret senses, pulling back just the right amount, providing shallow plunges. A deep moan escapes Anastasias li
back and thrust forward again rougher, deeper. The only sound

we have in the room is our moans, the wet sliding of my cock inside my wifes cream, and the rhythmic slap of my balls

Christian! Ana groans as she comes apart beneath me. As the orgasm spread through her body, passing into my cock, t
and I empty into her sex in thick, drowning spurts.

Anaaa! I moan my orgasm, my entire body going rigid, my eyes losing focus as they roll back into my head, I finally s
emptied inside my wife, marking her as mine once again. I slowly ease out of her making her wince with the bereftness.
juices follow my cock rushing out running between her legs. My office smell a mixture of me and my wife and our hard,
weary, and sated. All the feeling of jealousy and carnal hunger is fully satiated. I lift my wife off my desk, my dick still h
bathroom. I seat my woman onto a chair and clean her legs. Then spreading her legs apart, I start cleaning her sex.
Christian, she blushes. I can do that!

Yet, I want to do it, Ana. Come on, you just seduced your husband to spank you hard and fuck you harder, but you won
for moments like these. They are more intimate than sex. I want to be intimate with you in all ways possible, so much so
intimate between us.
She closes her eyes, blushing. I lift her chin up and make her look at me.

Look at me baby. I want you to see how much I love you, how much I care for you, and how valuable you are to me. I
fall onto my knees before my wife. Spreading her leg, I bury my head into her sex.
Christian, I dont think I can! Oh! she groans.

I can make you come one more time, I murmur against her sex and start applying expert strokes of my tongue into her
raise one hand, and as my mouth and my tongue apply just the right amount of pressure coaxing another climax, I free h
my fingers. She arches her chest into my hand. Lifting her legs off the floor, she wraps them around my shoulders, maki

Oh my...ah! God! Christian! she rolls her hips and pushes her sex into my inviting mouth. I taste a mixture of my wife
When I elicit the last bit of orgasm from my wife, shes putty, melted in my hands.

There are quite a few more surfaces to go in here. But I think weve covered the main areas Ive desired to see her spraw
against the window, lights out, overlooking the city of Seattle while playing Thomas Tallis, Spem in Alium. Theres no
after all.
Thomas Tallis - Spem in Alium
***** *****
Seattle Nooz October 31, 2011
Happy Halloween Dear Seattleites!

We hate to bear the good news that can be bad to some of you who are still hopeful of getting your hands onto our local
remember, we broke the news of his engagement several months ago, and here we are bearing the bad news to some of y
couple! Weve heard from a not so little bird, a stork at that, that our favorite former bachelor fellow Seattleite,

deliciously handsome and enigmatic Christian Grey and his gorgeous wife Anastasia are expecting a baby! Yes, yes, som
blog last time that you would even leave your boyfriends or your husband to get a taste of Christian Grey! Who wouldn
Seattle, filthy rich, young, and it looks like he has the stamina to make any woman claw sheets all night long!

But, then again, it appears that his wife lovely Anastasia Grey has been doing a good job keeping our local boy very hap
they'll have a boy or a girl as our sources told us that shes only a little over 3 months pregnant! Well keep our ears on th
return!
Have a spppoooky Halloween!

Well, well, well! What do you know? Christian Grey is breeding! He laughs hard. It couldnt be easier had I tried har
perfect, most delicious pain in him and his! Here you are giving me all the ammunition I want. Well, let me show you ho
he mutters darkly.

Lincoln looks into the mirror. His week old beard is now deserving of shaving. He feels giddy, purposeful. He hasnt felt
Caribbean several weeks ago. It was beneficial. He managed to get his hands on to some of his money, have it transferre
business account he had in secret for years. Did Grey and his fucking lawyers think that they could erase his name and le
Hes been a master of his domain for decades. He taught Elena what he knew. She in return taught Grey what she had lea
the form of a boy-toy fucking him senseless. He is Roger Lincoln! Roger Lincoln had only been in the moment kind of g
the shit out of Elena and next was with his impulsive decision with Hyde. Neither of which worked well. This time he w
He picked up his burner phone and dialed.
Yeah!

You are now in the payroll. Follow his fucking ass and his wifes. Learn their schedule, routines, whereabouts, go to pla
that when the time comes, I will give you the order of what to do. You will hit the jackpot should you succeed. If you do

No worries, Sir! I have never failed in a mission. And this is only a civilian. A rich boy at that. I dont like rich boys, a

Your account will receive a payment in Canada soon. This is your first paycheck. I require regular updates, details, sche

Absolutely. Ill provide you with weekly updates. If something important, out of the ordinary, or outside of their regula
immediately for further instructions.Perfect! Next week, then, he says and hangs up.
He feels like dressing up in an expensive suit, and eating out. For the first time in weeks, he feels hes going to get what
later. He is Roger Lincoln. He may have lost a battle, but he always wins the war. He never loses.
BOOK IV CHAPTER XIV

Gail
Jason, will you give Mr. Grey an invitation to our wedding today? I ask lifting my head up from his arms.
Baby, hes our boss! I dont wanna feel like Im working on our wedding day! Taylor groans in response.
Darling, that would have been true last year, but hes quite changed since Ana entered into his life.
Well, yeah... Taylor smiles with a rare smile he only offers for me. I still dont know.
Come on Jason, you of all people should admit to that. Ana is the first normal girl Mr.

Grey ever had in his life. First girls who made him crack a genuine smile, first girl who made him happy... you know hap
prayed for it to work out for both of them. I really didnt want him to go back to his emotionless, frigid, stunted way of l
having a hard time getting over Leila cutting her arm open, attempting suicide. I couldnt even... I shake my head. A shu
knew Mr. Grey had a good heart in him. Women are drawn to his exceptional beauty and his money. Money, especially

exorbitant amounts of money such as Mr. Grey possesses attracts women to men who are old, fat, bald, nasty or even ba
the man who is in possession of the money is as handsome as Mr. Grey, the vultures are always circling. What did Elisab
Pride and Prejudice? It is at truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be i
the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighborhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds o
considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters. The notion of landing a rich man, preferably
woman ever had loved Mr. Grey as much or cared for him, and been herself like Mrs. Grey. Who can explain love and h

heart and mind? Mr. Grey has always been different to Ana. She is the woman who managed to snap him out of the nigh
feat his loving parents or his very expensive shrink couldnt accomplish over the years.

I simply adore Ana, not only because she is so normal and without pretensions but her inner beauty is reflected outside. S
oblivious to her own beauty. There have been girls who have gone through this apartment who knew how to wield half o
end goal; to get Mr. Grey on the long term. Hes never been interested in the idea of long term. Not until Ana. The only t
company, his lifestyle, and his parents; maybe a few of his employees. Taylor, me, Ros, Andrea and Barney.

We work for the man; the indomitable boss we know as Mr. Christian Grey. Ana loves the man-child inside him even if s
actually got Mr. Grey in the middle of her palm. She could easily crush and destroy him had she so desired. It nearly hap
when she was kidnapped and beaten. Mr. Grey thought she might lose the baby and die. He wasnt sure if she was really
anyone so fearful. Those two are meant to be together. Taylor pulls me into his arms, bringing me back to here and now.
Im sorry baby. Im still so fucking mad at him for the Leila incident!

Jason, this is his life! I chide him. Leila was responsible with her own actions. If she and Mr. Grey broke up only a sh
sense. But, it had been two and a half years when she came here and opened a vein before me. Even though she may hav
was simply jealous of Ana taking a permanent place in his life, I say and my man who has seen his man get killed and b
battle fields actually shudders.
You still have nightmares baby! She caused distress in you and Leila is his mistake! he says as he holds me tighter.

Jason, what Leila did was just a shock. Weve gone through worse incidents. Seeing Mrs. Grey in a near death state I th
I know, Jason whispers somberly. It was one of the worst days of my life, he shakes his head.

Mine, too, I whisper back. I dont want him to be still mad at Mr. Grey for Leilas actions. He did apologize to Jason a
me

completely shaken. But Jason, without acknowledging his boss apology wordlessly held me and took me away. Trying t
topic. Anyway, I digress. Besides, I say without missing a beat, Ive got to think a lot after that. I came to conclusion
girl would be too light; shes deceitful and her ability to manipulate is only second to Mrs. Lincoln. Shes given more ag
me.

Im not mad at him for having had fucked up women in his life. People tend to look for twisted counterparts like thems
and she was completely obsessed with him. Mr. Grey was unable to see the nose in front of his face then. He should hav
doesnt spare money for her care now. That should have been applied way back then.

How could he have known? She walked out on her own free will when he didnt want to have a permanent relationship
relationship which ended up in divorce. No matter how many background checks he might order on someone, its difficu
I know that baby... The rational part of my brain knows that. But the irrational lover and your future husband in me are
melts my heart.

Sweetheart, you dont need to worry about that any longer. Im curious about something thought... Why do you think L

I think she figured out that if she did everything he asked of her to the letter, she would be a permanent fixture in his lif
The only other woman who seemed to be a permanent part of his life was Mrs. Lincoln, I murmur.
Dont talk about that bitch, Gail, Taylor says grunting.Im blonde, shes a beautiful blonde. You dont like blondes?

Baby, its not the blondes I dislike... he says and I make a face. What did she do or say exactly? Should I be worried? A

I only love you, Gail! Jason says ardently. But Mrs. Lincoln thought she got the meat hook of her claws into Mr. Grey
these girls for
him, he says.

So, there isnt a shop called Submissives-R-Us? I ask.

Im sure there is by another name. But, Mr. Grey goes to great lengths to protect his privacy. Its not like he was incapa
have contacts. But, she would locate and see the girls in the scene and get her info to Mr. Grey. Interview with a Vampire
new sub. Mrs. Lincoln this way was always in the loop; her favorite place, always in control behind the scenes. Of cours
dominate him; he would cut her off immediately. Women present company excepted Jason amends himself, can be
different means than men. Men are very predictable. Id rather go on a combat for a day than to try to maneuver around t
shaking his head while shuddering.

Why the dislike of her so much? I assume she was one of the subs in the past although shes older than other subs he ha
women, I say trying to hide the hurt.

Baby... its got nothing to do with her age. She is the one who got Mr. Grey into the kinky shit he likes when he was 15
heavens sake! he utters, anger rising in Jason. Hes usually very controlled of his emotions, and

doesnt get mad fast.Bondmaid? I ask, confused. I thought they were called Esclava.Escala means a slave girl, or fem
to name it...
Oh my heavens! I exclaim, my hands automatically rush up to my face to cover my dropped jaw.

The woman is all twisted inside. She didnt like it when Ana pulled her meat hook of nails out of Mr. Greys back one b
sent her ass packing, my man says proudly. He profoundly cares for Ana; and for some reason, that gives me no feeling

Ana may look similar to the other subs Mr. Grey had, but shes more beautiful than they were. The other ones were awa
Like someone told her she wasnt beautiful when she was an ugly duckling or something

and she kept believing in that. It couldnt have been Mr. Steele. He just adores her. Her mom loves her to bits also. It cou
The man seemed very polite and very gentle on their wedding and Ana seemed to be fond of him. Of course I dont know
first impressions, I contemplate out loud.

No, I think it may have been the asshole her mom married between Ray and the last one. Shes had four husbands. Kids
if they dont want to. Then it becomes their reality. She went back to live with Ray after having lived with her mom and
happened to her there. That fucker made Ana lose her self-esteem! Taylor spits out.

Jason Taylor, are you that fond of Mrs. Grey? I ask him narrowing my gaze. I adore Ana, but I dont know what to ma
epithet.

Baby, I am fond of Mr. Greys wife like I am fond of my own daughter. Ana isnt the first beautiful girl Mr. Grey broug
also decent, normal, sometimes crazy with love for her husband and, he says holding his finger up when I open my m
sympathize with Mrs. Grey because I know how I feel about you. I think, if you were threatened, Id do anything to keep
ways, she tried to achieve just that. It was foolish, because she nearly got killed. Im a trained soldier... he says, but I cu

As if you, being a professional soldier would ease my worry, Jason Taylor! I worry about you every day with the thoug
ready to take a bullet for him!

You need not worry about that. Ive had lifetime of training. She had not. But she makes up the lack with her gun loving
best

thing that happened to Mr. Grey and by God, shes shaping him into a real man and fixing up the twisted fucker inside h

You just agreed with me that Mr. Greys other subs were also beautiful, I say mock chiding while trying to hide a smil

Yes, but finally someone whose inside beauty shone all the way through, and look at her now. Shes completely glowin
confident in herself...
Should I be jealous? I purse my lips, mock teasing my guy.

No baby and you know this. I begged, groveled, and asked you to marry me for nearly four years, and you finally said y
Taylor, are my woman! Jason growls seductively. Mrs. Grey is work who became like family; but shes still work, Mr.
hes as always our boss. I dont know how Ana worked her way in there, he says pointing to his head, but she did. She
Although I fear that you have more affection for Mr. Grey than I care for you to reserve for any other man.

Oh Jason! Mr. Grey is a good man. He needed a family and we were the closest things here before Mrs. G. But, how rig
about how fond I am of Ana. Theres going to be a little baby around the house! Im very excited! And pregnancy makes
hands like a giggling school girl.

Speaking of which, some fucker leaked the news of her pregnancy to the Seattle Nooz, and the paparazzi were lined up
Sawyer took Mrs. Grey to work this morning fucking paparazzi was short of attacking Mrs. Grey! They were swarming
The security is still inept. I will have to get there and inspect the security. Sawyer, for once didnt take any chances, and
Oh dear! You know Ana is stubborn. Im sure she wasnt happy to be brought back
home.
Thats putting it very lightly. But, Mr. Grey was very specific after her kidnapping. We dont leave anything to chance.
someones ass is going to be canned or hell give him a taste of his own medicine. He was furious!
More so than he normally is?

Touch. But yes. You didnt see him when Ana told him she was leaving him when we landed to Seattle. I always have
character, and initially thought Ive misjudged her after he said she was leaving. Young, gorgeous wife of a fucked up bi
a few months and she just announced she was pregnant and shes in the bank withdrawing a few million dollars of his m
seeing this seemingly indestructible man crumple into a million pieces without a single shot, and just with a few words e
my own defense, you gotta remember that Ive never seen a man destroyed over a woman as irreparably as Mr. Grey did
for him, then. I know hes a fucked up, arrogant, rich young

man on the surface, aaaaand of course hes all those things but you learn a thing or a hundred about someone when you w

But, I knew I wasnt wrong about Anas character. Something was amiss there. My mind was running a thousand miles a
few million dollars? Why not take him to the cleaners? It just didnt add up. I know how Mr. Grey is the most intense ma
I worked with all kinds of assholes, but he isnt one. I got to know the man better than the parents who raised him, or his
known the symptoms of his disease, but never the disease. I think he deserves a chance and hes almost human with Ana
would be completely destroyed is she really left him. Well, you know the rest of the story. That day was a big learning ex
realized that if none of us was given a chance to mend our ways, whats the point of living?

In a way I thought about us. Ive been to combat more times than I care to think about. Ive seen my buddies get killed. T
mothers who gave birth to them wouldnt recognize them in their final state. When you live with someone 24/7, watch th
forged are indescribable. But, being in love is whole different ball game, Jason says looking at me with his gaze softeni

me out of your life, baby. Mr. Grey was destroyed. If anybody wants to fuck him over, theyll get his wife to

destroy him and rip him to shreds. I know that he found his purpose in life with her. Thats why I drilled in both Sawyer
security that Mrs. Grey is top priority not to mention shes carrying a baby. If we perceive an imminent danger, shes tak
this case the location was home.
I pull myself back up on the sofa and nuzzle into my mans broad chest. He smells heavenly; masculine, just a bare hint
Jason, do you think it was the Rodriguez boy who leaked the pregnancy news?

Nooo, says Jason sure of his assessment. He wouldnt do that. Not his style. Though hes a coward for not approachin
is head over heels for her, too. The idiot seems to get courage when hes drunk. He tried to take advantage of Ana when
dreams marries a possessive billionaire and the stupid boy learns that shes pregnant, thats the moment he decides to dec
total strangers! The fucker is all
left foot when it comes to declaring his love, all at the wrong place and at the wrong time.

Well, Ana is a beautiful woman. Beautiful men or women can be intimidating before people can muster up courage to s

True darling but, Ana has been unaware of her beauty until Mr. Grey made it abundantly clear to her. He found a beauti
turned her into an irresistible woman. With that territory comes the jackals.
You dont see that boy as a jackal do you?

No, just a poor sap in love with another mans wife. I wouldnt like it if someone declared love for you. Youre my wom
him. Either he too is growing up, or hes keeping his rivals even closer, or both.
You wouldnt be tolerant of someone if they expressed interest in me? I tease.

Baby, Ive made it clear to everyone in the security team the second they step foot through the door. Youre off limits. T
Stephen the pilot, but theres nothing I can do about it, because hes not under my command.
Oh, Jason. I only went out with him once and that was 4 years ago. Hes not for me!
You are!
I dont want to know what you did on that one date that made him focused on you for four years.
He was into me, been a total gentleman, but I just didnt feel the chemistry.
Jason snorts in response. Hes feeling all kinds of chemistry towards you! he says almost accusing.

Sweetheart, its cute that youre jealous of me, but I dont feel the same way toward Stephen. He should have had quite
see him again. And Im marrying you.
Damn right, you are! he says, and tilts my head up just the right angle and kisses me deeply, leaving me breathless.
God, Gail! Youre a spectacular woman. Where the hell have you been all my life?

Is this your line to get me into your bed? If so, youre wasting your breath because you already have me. Flattery Im af

Corner of Jasons mouth lifts up in a sexy smile. Dont be so sure about that, baby. Ive got the night off. Im going to r
The gentlemanly words every woman likes to hear from her man... I tease.

Well, come on future Mrs. Taylor. The sooner I take you to my bed, the sooner you can be fucked and sated. We cater to

Since you put it so nicely Mr. Taylor... I say as I try to stand up which is a hard task when Jason is keeping me down, w
dining table catches my eye.
Dont forget to give that invitation to Mr. Grey, baby.
Cmon! Dont dampen my mood, baby.

Theres nothing wrong with your mood Jason Taylor! Were going to live with them in the big house as two families. T
learning when you clock out, you too can learn to relax. Honestly, you both have to learn to be less wound
up. Mr. Grey is Anas job, but you Jason are mine. Tomorrow, invitation. Okay, sweetheart?

Yes, maam! Jason says saluting me, and all of a sudden he scoops me up completely surprising me, and takes me to o
young groom who is about to have his bride for the first time.
November 1st 2011
Andrea

The sound of the percolator is music to my ears in the morning. My apartment generally smells like Starbucks with the b
had to run to work again earlier and I am now standing before the best coffee machine money can buy in the Grey House
smells heavenly; I close my eyes and inhale the scent. I owe my 5:30 a.m. trip to work to Mr. Grey again. He didnt com
that: He came with Taylor ready to go to a meeting only to get a phone call from the hottie Sawyer and abruptly departed
kidnapped and hospitalized, he has

taken off more days then he had in the last 4 years, 8 months 11 days I worked for him as his assistant. Come to think of
As I grab a coffee mug from the cabinet I rack my brain. No, he never took any days off. The man lived and breathed Gr
but Mrs. Anastasia Grey now occupies the #1 spot of his affection.

Only a few short months ago the girl in Wal-Mart clothing walked though those doors shy and completely intimidated bu
the same doors as the wife of Mr. Grey she looked spectacular inside and out. I cant look at my own sex as a lovers scr
this is the modern version of Cinderella. Even the cheap clothing couldnt disguise Anastasia Steeles beauty. I have to g
$800 worth of beauty products once a month from Neiman Marcus to achieve a flawless skin. I would bet that Anastasia
went beneath Mr. Grey in his bed. I find myself standing before the cabinet with the mug in my hand. I walk back to the
coffee. Close my eyes just inhaling the scent of it. I finally walk to the diet creamer. Ugh! I have to keep my shape, and h
sugar supplements. Cancer in a neatly filled single dose packages. I sigh and walk back to a table to sit and enjoy the cof
Where was I? Oh yes... My unreasonably good looking boss. Had I not had the training

Ive had, and researched about my future boss, I would have ogled him when I came for an interview. Well, I got my cha
Only the very top candidates are hired and the final interview is given by him. It took all my effort to not to stare at him.

man as an inanimate object. But I imagined him as the talking statue of David, and bam, my brain accepted that argumen
was straight. These rich men rarely get married especially as young as Christian Grey. They have number of preapproved

vaginas or penises to utilize whichever way they swing their bat. Yet a girl dressed in Wal-Mart clothes captured his hear
Are you jealous? my inner consciousness chides me. Maybe just a little. God, Mrs. Grey looked like a polished diamond
Positively glowing and very sexy. The rumor around was always that Mr. Grey was gay, but I knew it differently. Ive se
the past years. I had my suspicions. You cant be a super assistant if you dont know your boss well. You have to underst
them. Otherwise youre out the door, and dont you think you are irreplaceable. Its like sticking your finger into the wat
the water fills the space as if its never been in it. Thats the nature of these high-power assistant jobs. Theyre coveted, i

consumes your life, the hours are not always definite; yet in the end, youre one of the many talented candidates who wo
position. I managed to buy my apartment instead of renting it for instance. Mr. Grey is very generous with the salary and
very demanding. Doesnt tolerate inefficiency, incompetence and boy can he get angry!
Good morning Ice Queen! Why are you so early? I spew my coffee all over my tablet.
Jesus Christ! Geek! Why are you sneaking up on me? I scowl as I grab a paper towel to clean my tablets screen.
I said hi, but you were so deep in thought, you didnt hear me.

No, I didnt have my first cup of coffee. I usually dont wake up until I have that, I mutter. Why am I being nice to him

Youve been living and breathing at GEH for the last two months. Whenever I come to work, here you are. How does y
I give him a sideways glare.
Yeah! A boyfriend! Currently my career is more important than devoting time to a single individual.

Well, thats what I say when I look for an excuse, he says as he pours coffee. Unlike you, I have lots of men asking m
You got me there Icy. I dont have lots of men asking me out. And even if they did, I wouldnt go, he says grinning.

Stop calling me that, Geek! I scowl. He could be cute. If he lost those glasses and got contacts, mussed up his hair, a c
look like Ian Somerhalder. I inwardly groan. Not having a man in my bed getting to me ready to jump Barney Sullivans

I may stop calling you that at the first sign you may just be nice to me, he says grinning. He has perfectly aligned whit

Just take your coffee or quietly drink it. I have to organize for work today, I say. Ill sit. Thanks for offering, he says
with the new intern?What?
Why is there a new intern? What happened to Olivia?

Its the internship program. Theyre about 4 months long. Either the intern applies for a permanent position, or moves o
Shes not hired by GEH?
I dont think so, I reply. Why?

I dont know. Maybe she wasnt qualified, and the training wasnt enough to get her qualified.Maybe her teacher was

My head snaps up. Got something to say, Geek?Merely making an observation ice queen, he smiles. Hes enjoying t

Only the 20 to 30 percent of interns get hired by GEH. You know the policy. Only the best gets to work in the company
I know, Im just yanking your chain, he says as he takes a sip. I shake my head and open my Google alerts on Mr. and
about them, what is approved by our public relations and what is fake and what is leaked.

The alerts are two pages long. Just from overnight? I hold my mug and take a sip. I return the first page and open the firs
coffee all over my tablet again and choke on the sip that went down my throat.
Jesus Christ, Andrea! shouts Barney as he jumps to his feet to pat on my back. Once I stop coughing, he grabs couple

cleans my tablet. Why hadnt I noticed the news yesterday? Oh, right, because the boss wasnt working, and I had to cov
worked nearly a double shift.
Barney looks up from my cleaned tablet noticing the news. This says Mrs. Grey is pregnant. That bothered you?

No dumbass! Thats either false news, or leaked news! That means damage control. Cant you see the paparazzi houndi
is trying

to get her back to her vehicle with the help of the SIP security? Guess how mad the boss will be when he sees the news?
Thats why he didnt come to work yesterday!

In defense of the paparazzi, Mrs. Grey is a hottie! If she was butt ugly, no one would be chasing her. Everyones been ta
visited last month, Barney whistles.

Yeah, say that in front of your boss, and watch him can your ass, stupid! I shake my head. Sometimes men only think
6:30 a.m. Janelyn will be here at 8:00. PR would be contacting to release some sort of information. We can be mum for a
Mr. Grey, and that would not be the easiest thing to ask. Shit! Will he come to work today? He didnt say he wasnt com
paparazzi and magazines will be on the baby-bump watch! Poor girl will eat one too many tacos, and bam! Shell be pla
months pregnant! I dont envy the people who are constantly on the radar.
Are you still mad at me for my remark? Look Im sorry. I meant to say that Mrs. Grey
is a beautiful woman.

Im not mad at you, you idiot! This happened yesterday morning! You know how boss is jumpy when it comes to his w
yesterday. She didnt ask for this. There were quite a few of these paparazzi attacks since she got engaged to him. But w
to be traumatizing for her, and that will make him mad, and guess who works with him when hes mad?

Sorry Andrea! Wouldnt wanna be you right now! Well, Ill be in the server room. I gotta reboot some of the servers! a
hand.
My Blackberry quietly rings. Oh shit! Its the PR already.

Hi Andrea! This is Jason from the PR. Im sure youve seen the news. Listen, People magazine is calling for an intervie
pregnancy which is to say its not the only one in the list but this is on top of our recommendations because this interview
while. My boss is recommending this interview if Mr. and Mrs. Grey feeling up to it. Could you get back to me on that?
Yes. I will talk to Mr. Grey about it after he gets to work today.Itd be a great help to sate the peoples hunger. Weve
magazines since Mrs. Greys kidnapping, even from movie studios wanting to turn the story into a movie.

Mr. Grey is very reserved and private, I dont think this would be an option for him, I say and hear an incoming call. I
You should inform him anyway... because, he says but I cut him off.

Wait wait. Tell me that later, I got an incoming call. Ill get back to you today. Bye! I hang up. Clearing my throat, I st
button to switch lines.
Good morning Mr. Grey.

Andrea. Get a hold of the PR. The fucking paparazzi have already set camp around Escala and SIP.
Mr. Grey doesnt even tell me what the paparazzi camping around his apartment or his wifes workplace for. He expects

Im already on it sir. As a matter of fact, I was just on the phone with the PR. Jason from the PR said that the paparazzi
constantly. Theyre recommending an interview with the People magazine to quiet all the others down. Mr. Grey groan
I have to talk to my wife about it. Ill let PR know of my decision later. For the time being, they keep quiet.

Yes, Mr. Grey. Is there anything else I can help you with sir?Thatll be all, Andrea, he says and hangs up. To the poi
Janelyn walks into the kitchen ready to work.
Good morning, youre early, I say.

But not as early as you are, she replies cheerfully. I thought you might need help this morning after yesterdays load o
so I came early, too.
I just might like her. Shes not skittish like Olivia; she works hard, and does as shes told
without getting jumpy.

Alright! We got a mountain of work to tackle. Pour yourself some coffee and follow me, I say picking up my tablet an
DAMAGE CONTROL
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone
deeply gives you courage.
Lao Tzu

The fucking paparazzi! Anastasia was all shaken yesterday. Shes too shy to be around reporters and the
hounding paparazzi scare the shit out of her! I run my fingers

through my hair in exasperation. Taylor is waiting, no, rather bristling with nervous edgy energy outside my door.

Taylor! I shout.Yes, sir, he says coming in.Whats up? Bad news?No, no... he murmurs. Hes holding something
courier? A message? What is it man? Whats the problem? I ask
impatiently.

Its nothing. It can wait, he says. I frown and extend my hand. He reluctantly places something into my palm. Its a lig
Anastasias name elegantly written on it. I open it, and pull out the invitation to Gail and Taylors wedding. My face soft

This is an invitation. Do you want us to come to your wedding? I ask surprised, my voice a little hoarse. Ana told me t
thought she was just being kind. I clear my throat. This is welcome news considering all the shit weve been through yes
through. I will up her security and she isnt going to like it. I lift my eyes up from the invitation. Taylor looks indecisive.

Look Taylor. Uhm, wed love to come of course and thank you and Gail for the invitation. But, I know women. If, I sa
to it, Ill relieve you the obligation of inviting us. I can always have a business meeting or some prearranged deal if you
wedding day.

Taylor blinks, and his eyes dart right and left as if hes surprised to find a boss who can be understanding. Im not getting
have to relieve him of pressure on the most important day of his life so when he comes back, hes recharged, and less ne

He clears his throat. Well, the thing is Mr. Grey; I guess I dont mind you coming. Id rather not have her caddy sister. B
she has. Ive got no family except my daughter. Guess, Gail had this silly notion that my job is my family too, so, in a w
you and Mrs. Grey family. Oddly enough, he mutters. This is the most hes spoken in personal terms. Taylor, like me is
family. Avuncular, Anastasia said about

Taylor. We all have adopted families, but I think in the end we have created something else here unexpectedly. Its all An
me. I clear my throat. I think a change of pace will make Anastasia happy. Give her something to think about other than
is months away and thats about the same time as the junior is due. This will be something shell be happy about.

Well, I think Ana would love to see you and Gail wed. She sees you, I dont want to tell him like an uncle. Taylor isnt
family. Hell, in just a few months, you and Mrs. Taylor will be living right above our garage. If its all the same to you, w
That way our women can be happy. They say the wedding is for the women anyway.
Yes, they say that... he murmurs.
So, November 12th then? I ask.
Yes, sir.
Congratulations. Andrea should send you the account information that was set up for your expense account.
You dont have to do that Mr. Grey, he says.

Well, its the least I can do. Because of your foresight, we were able to save Mrs. Grey and our baby. You earned it, I s
By the way, have the paparazzi gone from Escala or the SIP?

Neither, unfortunately. Theyll keep camping until theres a confirmation of some sort and then theyll go on a baby bum

Shit! I was afraid of that. Lets workout first, and Ill decide how to deal with their asses. By the way, whatever happen
camping to the Canadian Rockies?

Rescued by the Mounties after a month of enjoying the nature. Weve left his supplies of course, but enough to let him
warning. Were keeping an eye on him from time to time. My special ops buddies need something fun to do time to time
Lets go workout.

***** *****When we return from workout its nearly 7:30 a.m. Gail is fixing breakfast in the
kitchen.Are you ready for breakfast sir? she asks. Not quite yet Gail. Is Mrs. Grey up?

No she didnt come out yet, she responds. When I walk back into our bedroom, Anastasias hair spread out on the pillo
Her arms stretched out onto our pillow. The sheet is just below her breast exposing her, immediately making me hard. Sh
nipples are puckered with the slight air circulation caused by the fan. She shifts in bed, and rolling onto my side of the b
absently. I watch her mesmerized. Lovely, doesnt even describe it. I take two quiet steps towards our bed. After leaving
watching her. Anastasias eyes slowly flutter open.
Hi, she says in a groggy voice. Hi baby. How are you feeling?
Good. Did you just workout? she asks slowly rolling onto her back. That exposes her right breast. I inhale sharply.

Did you just workout? she asks again, inhaling my scent.Yes, I did, I reply my eyes focused on her chest. She licks h
Dont bite your lip. I just had a workout, and it didnt even dull the edginess in me. Youll make me jump you, and Im
the ring.

Would it turn you off, she asks slowly, if I told you that I find you sexy when you are glistening with workout sweat?
Sweat turns you on?

You turn me on husband... I think the sight of you the first day I slept in your bed, when you walked in after your worko
Mrs. Grey, are you seducing me? She's got me by the balls.
I've got you Under my Skin - Katharine McPhee

I hope so, youre the only man in the room, she says with a lascivious grin.

A deep primal, guttural sound makes its way through my throat. Her morning sickness had been touch and go this month
now. I shrug my t-shirt off, and toss it in a heap on the floor. Then hooking my thumbs under my waistband I shrug my s
visibly swallows and slowly rises up in sitting position, the sheet sliding off her body and the curve of her growing breas
hair gives a heavenly sight. I place a knee on the bed and pull her against me. My body is firm and damp with sweat. He
muscles. My cock is hard and heavy against the folds of her sex. Anastasia moves her body to feel me more. She shivers
alive with singular purpose.
I need you to hold on to me tight, baby, I whisper in a husky voice.

Yesss... she moans, holding onto my body like a life raft. Rotating my hips, I move my cock and slide
into her hungry sex until the slick lips of her sex kiss the base of my cock. Her legs wrap around my
torso, her heels digging into my ass in an effort to urge my cock deeper inside her. Anastasia arches her
back as she rises over my cock, thrusting her breasts to my lips. I capture one nipple, and the cooled,
perked up peak is welcomed into the warm wetness of my mouth. I begin to move against her, upwards,
driving urgently into her sex. Our hips are in synchronized. When I pump into her hard and hot, she
descends onto my erection, embracing it like a tight fist, and pulling me into the depths of her sex. My
balls tighten and slap against her anus every time, making her moan.
Ana, Im going to go deeper baby! I moan, Ill push you against the wall, and drill into you hard and
fast!
Yes! Please! she groans. I place Anastasias back against the wall just as the right level to bury in her
deep. I pull back and thrust into her hard.

Again! she shouts as her arms wrap around my torso, her nails digging into my back. The heavy weight of my cock th
Anastasia is writing before me, her nails are clawing my back and she tries to move her body in her quest to get to her pr

My skin turns completely hot beneath her hands, and our collective breaths are heaving from our lungs. My movements
inviting thighs. Anastasia moves one hand to my chest and her nails dig into my nipple. She twists it with her thumb and
I groan her name ready to lose control.

Come on baby! Give it up for me! I cry out, my body tense, rigid, and steel hard against her lush now sweaty curves. H
pulling me further, keeping me longer in the depths of her sex in a rush to climax and milk me. Her legs hug me tighter,
out, Christian! My burning pleasure is released inside her in pulsing jets thick and hard. The mixed moans of each oth
her lips in fevered passion, lust and
admiration of my wife.

Anastasia... I whisper her name in a satisfied voice, as I close my eyes on a ragged breath. I place my forehead over he
her intoxicating, evocative scent of femininity mixed with my personal scent of masculine spiciness and the faint traces
uniquely ours.
What are you doing to me, baby? You turn me on with one glance and unman me immediately.
She holds onto me tighter. Thank you, she whispers. For what?
For taking care of my needs, watching over us, making me a priority in your life... for loving me, she whispers.

Im your husband. Its what I do, I say as I ease her off my cock. She winces. Are you okay? I ask concerned. Did I
Christian. Im okay, she smiles reassuringly. Come. Lets take a shower, I tug her with me to the bathroom.
Yes, I need to get ready for work, she says making me stop at my tracks.
After what happened yesterday?
Im not having morning sickness, she says. I arch my eyebrows.
Not as bad, Christian. Ive been doing better in the last week. Dr. Greene said half a day would be fine, remember?

Dr. Greene didnt see you get ambushed by the paparazzi either. So much so that Sawyer had to get back up from the SI
I head us back into the bathroom again. Without releasing her hand, I turn the shower on.
I have a proposal, I say.
What kind of proposal? she asks narrowing her eyes.

I dont want the paparazzi keep hounding you until your pregnancy is officially disclosed. Youve entered into the seco
sit down interview with the People magazine.
Dont you think that just three months is too early for that?

I actually dont know the protocol for pregnancy disclosure interview but I dont want some fucker to corner you and sc
your baby bump or put you and Sawyer in a car chase. They have caused accidents in the past, and Im not willing to hav
victims of paparazzi.
Christian, I dont know if its necessary... she stars.

Ana, you promised! For the babys safety, you promised! If anything happened to you or both of you, Id go insane! I u
magazine so far. No babys room or anything like that. Maybe a press release and some professional pictures of both of u
control of what is put in, and

what is said. But, since you saved my sister, youve become an idol for a lot of people, and they want to get to know you

You want to get the babys room ready? she asks starry eyes. Leave it to Ana to deduce that conclusion out of everythi

Well, no, not today. But if its something you wish to look at, I can certainly schedule time to go with you. I tug her in
Oh, I thought you wanted to go, do shopping.

Ana, Im telling you that theres going to be more people, more reporters, paparazzi chasing you. So far, weve been ab
say and turn her back to me. Squeezing some shampoo into my palms, I lather her hair and massage her scalp.
Im going to up your security. One more person will be added to your detail. She stiffens.

It restricts me Christian. I need room to breathe. Its very annoying when I have a woman tagging along when I go to pe
even pee when youre there! she sighs.

But its better to have your personal protection in the bathroom than a crazy paparazzi hiding in the next stall. It comes
of our lives. I need to know that you both are safe. I cant function if I have it in the back of my mind that theres a lapse
correct it. Were not under the radar baby. Were going to be on it in the long haul. This is why I like protecting our priva
a drop dead gorgeous woman, and Ive
been told Im good looking by my wife. We have money; we have a life style other people only dream about. There will
us.

How long will I have two security guards? I like Sawyer, but someone else... she cringes. I later my hands with body w
going down to her sides. My hands stay across her belly, my fingers splaying over it. Her breath catches.
Its for the blip. Sawyer for you, and the other security for the blip.

Fine! she mutters. My soapy hands move up to her aching breasts and cup the heavy mounds.Good girl... I whisper.
around my neck while pushing her breasts into my palms, effectively cutting our conversation. She tilts her head sidewa
kiss her at the right angle.

***** *****I put my crisp white shirt on, Anastasia buttons them for me. I pull my boxers and Anastasia choos
on and zip it up. She holds the jacket for me. She already has her white lace panties and bra. She decides on flowy skirt a
the edge of the bed and puts her heels on. Her hair is put behind one ear but the other side is freely falling onto her chest
fucking hot!

She then notices the envelope I brought into the bedroom and left on the dresser. Whats this? she asks turning it over
Taylor and Gails wedding.
She gives me a genuine grin. Oh! Im so happy for them. They now have date! When she looks up to me, her eyes are
Were invited? Really?

Yes, we are. Well be a little low key considering how dedicated Taylor is to his job. Well pay for their wedding and ho
the blip, I say.

Husband, she says getting up holding me. You are the kindest, most generous man I know.Theyve been with me fo
much to save you both. I owe him this much.

Im actually looking forward to it! she says giggling. Lets go have breakfast. Im famished.Yes, maam! Who am

full gear? We aim to please.

***** *****I walk my wife to the door of the SIP while Ryan and Sawyer are pushing the reporters
away.
Mrs. Grey! Is it true that youre 3 months pregnant? ask a female reporter.
Is it a honeymoon baby? shouts another reporter.

Mr. Grey, were you two married because of Mrs. Greys pregnancy? Was this a shotgun wedding? Its a male reporter.
Anastasias face is horrified with the gossip thats brewing.

Mrs. Grey, some reports say that youre more than 3 months pregnant! That would put the pregnancy prior to your wed
Mr. Greys baby? The insinuation is all there.
Back-off asshole! Sawyer pushes him and his microphone away from Anas vicinity.

Christian, what are they saying? whispers Anastasia terrified. Her eyes are wide, scared. Her face says it all without w

Mrs. Grey, were you involved in your sister-in-laws kidnapping? My head snaps up, and I can tear that fucker to piece
comes to aid.

This is a private property. This is your one and only warning to get off the property or we will do it with the police esco
SIP employee, shouts Roach. The sirens are already heard around the corner. The first sight I see is Detective Clark wit

You heard the man. This is a private property. Your freedom of press does not give you the right to harass a young wom
trespass a private companys property. You can all spend the night in jail, or you can leave peacefully. The crowd disper
Mrs. Grey! Ryan from Seattle Celebrity News! We have information that led us believe

that you are in fact involved in your sister in-laws kidnapping personally. Two people you worked with were in it up to
planning the kidnapping of Miss Mia Grey? Why did you go along with one of the kidnappers? Why did you run away f
Was your boss Jack Hyde your lover?

Shut the fuck up! Sawyer shouts shoving the reporter into a uniformed officer. Are you going to stand there let this ba
her name?
The uniformed officer twists the reporters arm and places the handcuffs. Im bristling with uncontrollable anger. In one
hand some fucker is threatening my wife with his accusations!
The truth will come out! he shouts.

Thats right, the truth! And you wouldnt know it if it bit you in the ass, fucking bastard! I hiss crushing three strategic
the minimum amount of effort. The reporter goes red in the face.
Taylor jerks his head to Sawyer wordlessly, and he backs away from me.
Mr. Grey. Please! Dont just stand there! Clark shouts at his uniformed officers. Take this jerk away and book him! I

what they said.

They wont be able to come onto the parking lot or the premises tomorrow, or you or the company security can call 911

Anastasia stands at the threshold of SIP; shaken and silent. She looks as though someone just slapped her, baffled that th
agony becoming someone elses entertainment in a cheap magazine. For the first time since Ive met her, I see Anastasia
SIP, or walk at all

in any direction. Stopped in the middle of life, and lost her way. Gone is the cheery, lusty wife I had this morning. These

Yes, I would love my wife to be home, and safe. I would love her to be waiting for me when I got there, but in a dark co
slowly but surely give her resentments and dim her spark that I fell in love with; I dont want my wife to lose the fight in
because of some fucking paparazzi.
Workday, Ana! Ill walk you to your desk, I whisper, letting her know that Im with her.
Maybe I should stay home today... she whispers.

When you fall off the bike, do you walk back home, or get back on it? I ask, opening the door leading her in, ignoring

Good morning Ana! shouts the cheerful African-American receptionist. Hi Ana! jumps up her assistant. Anastasia ca
I walk Ana into her office, and I might have closed the door to her assistant Hannahs face.
Ana, baby, look at me... I urge her. Is that what people really think of me?
Driven to Tears - Sting and Robert Downey Jr.

No! Thats just the fucking paparazzi spreading rumors or try to get a rise out of you. But I will sue and put their fuckin
piece! Why does it matter what others think? What I think matters, but not what they think! I jab my thumb towards the
desk.

But, theyre making it sound like our baby is a tool to keep you with me. Who would be spreading such vicious news? T
someone I know or care about will think that its true about me, she says as she puts her hand protectively over her bell
Ana, if they believe in that shit and not you, then theyre not worthy of your regard.
But, its so easy to believe. Even you thought I was leaving you for money at first, she murmurs.

Only because it was you who told me she was leaving. I believed you, not the fucking paparazzi. But, I was an ass. I kn
love you baby! This is a problem and we are going to resolve it together. Remember, there are so many celebrities who l
every aspect of their lives are examined by others. Youre famous because youre my wife. But also because youre a be
courageous. Some people will twist it no matter what. I will do everything in my power to protect you and our baby. Me
sure you have tons of things to do. Ill straighten this

problem out today. Maybe we do need to do a sit-down interview with a respectable magazine to rest the rumors and dec
Oh, I dont know. Im shaken.

Ana, say lifting her chin up. It will be in our terms, our place, and our story. We get the questions beforehand. I see th
way you have control of the situation. Okay? She nods absently.

Ana, please, youre worrying me. Look at me... I plead. Her eyes finally focus and look at me.You and me, and this b
matters. Dont; dont surrender the control of your emotions to these fuckers. To me, yes. To someone else, no! She tak

Im trying. Its just that, Ive never been accused of something so vile, so vicious, and so publicly when I nearly died an
Mia. How could anyone think that I had anything to do with it?
You are letting others take control over your emotions by letting these thoughts get into your head. The correct process
these accusations; because we know the truth. We will get it out at our time, in our terms.
What you need to do is to regain your self-control.
How? I cant live in a bubble away from the society, Christian.

Sometimes they are necessary as protective layers. We dont have to answer the gossip columns. You will hear and see
this life. People are drawn to money. Drawn to beauty. Drawn to status. Because they represent power. They want that fo
to get it. So, in order

to reach their goal, they will employ nasty means to destroy the person or damage him or her. You have to have a thick s
and care about you. You have me, your husband who is madly in love with you. We have a baby on the way. We have ev
someone you never met control your emotions so easily by spreading a few lies? I ask arching my eyebrows.
Because theyre poisonous. Im worried that it might hurt you, or that you might believe in them.
Ahhh. Now we reach the root of the problem. When I held your cold body in my arms,

my world was shattered. You are my everything. Some fucking stranger will shout a few words and change what I feel fo
never...ever... let anyone harm you, physically or emotionally. I promise.
Thank you Christian! she says fervently and hugs me tight. I dont know what Id do without you.

You will never find out, baby. Because, Im the one who cant live without you! Now back to work. Half day only toda
Okay, she responds.
Sawyer and Ryan will remain here with you. Dont go out for lunch. Theyll bring it in for you.

I will, she says holding on to me tightly like a woman drowning. My heart clenches. Whoever is playing this game, an
them pay. I kiss my wife, and leave her at the SIP with a heavy heart.
When we reach the SUV, I turn to Taylor, did you inform Welch?
Yes, sir. I did. Someones spreading rumors around and letting the gossip magazines do their dirty work for them.
Are your guys keeping an eye on Linc?
Yes, sir. Ill request some reports this afternoon.

Do it faster. And when we get to GEH, get the fucking lawyers online. They want a head hunt, they got one! Whoever
wrong man. My
eyes darken with calculating anger, and determination. My Blackberry buzzes. I pull it out and check the e-mail.
From: Alex PellaTo: Christian GreyDate: November 1st, 2011 Time: 9:03 a.m.
Hey Grey!

Rumor has it that you have a child on the way. Congrats to you both! But the real gossip is that someones trying to mud
something else to go

down. Whatever youre experiencing now is just a simple diversion. I dont know what that something else is yet. Lips a
close, enemies even closer. No names are being mentioned, yet. Expect the schemes to be complicated. Be on the guard.
the ground. Let you know if I hear anything.
Your friend.A.Fuck! Who is behind all this shit?

CHAPTER XVTHE MASTER OF MY SOUL

He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has
mastered himself is mightier still.
Lao Tzu

Welch! I want some fucking answers! How did this news leak? I want you to find the source, and I want you to find wh
rumors about my wife!
Ive already dispatched some of my men to dig around, sir.
How soon can you get back to me?

We can either buy the information from the main source, or exchange information. But I dont recommend it with the ta
backdoor open for such cases as these.

No information exchange with the tabloids. My PR is going to set something up with one of the mainstream magazines

Yes, sir. But even if the sit down interview, pictures, the whole nine yards is done with a mainstream magazine, paparaz
it news, sir.
How so? I guard my privacy jealously!

Mr. Grey, you have been a hard working CEO, young, and for all intents and purposes unattached and unreachable. Wh
people got curious. They want to know who this young woman is. Because, youve not been seen with a woman in publi
see what made Mrs. Grey special for you. I wouldnt be surprised if they went sniffing around her old workplace, friends
ex-boyfriend, or anything in that nature. Theyre looking for a Cinderella story they can tarnish given the current events
rage.

Find out what or who is behind it! Ive also forwarded Pellas message. Its more than the paparazzi. Something is brew
find out what
he has heard! All these things couldnt be one big coincidence.
Okay. Ill get in touch with him right away," he says before I hang up.

I run both my hands over my hair. I run all the names in my head that could cause a problem. The list is led by none othe
no way of knowing of my wifes pregnancy unless he's got someone tailing us or her. Such a leak would benefit him the

The line is brought down by Jose Rodriguez who had a fit and a near nervous breakdown when he discovered Anastasia
connections with the Portland Printz but these were the paparazzi. It couldnt be Elena. She didnt know about pregnanc

them would leak it intentionally.

I pick up my Blackberry again. Scrolling through numbers, I find his. The phone rings four times before its picked up. H
ran a marathon.

Yeah! he answers as he breathes rapidly. Theres no agitation if I distracted anything. Jose, this is Christian Grey.He
up man?

Did you talk to press or anyone about Anastasias pregnancy?

The press? he asks surprised. Of course not. I didnt talk to anyone after I had an earful from my dad and Ray all the

Are you sure? I press on. There were only a few people who knew of her pregnancy and youre the one person who f

Look man! Im sorry. I feel horrible... in fact dreadful about it! Ana hasnt been taking my calls since that day. Do you t
further ensuring the demise of our friendship? he asks angrily. Shes my friend! Ive been trying to get her to forgive m
and let shit get through my head. Now, I cant take it back! I fucked up then. Id never betray her like that. But, why are
her? he asks genuinely.
Because shes been ambushed by the paparazzi at her place of work who were less than kind to her.

What? he bellows. I hear a loud noise, and something shattering. Oh, fuck! a pained groaning declaration comes afte
would never ever

cause anything like that to her. I hope it wasnt anything related to the scene I caused at the hospital. Oh man! Please tell

completely anxious now. I dont want to comfort him, but I am also convinced now that he has not caused this, at least n

I dont think it was anything related to the hospital incident. Okay... I exhale a deep breath. If I find out that you have
pregnancy or talk to the press about my wife, I will get to you, and you will pay for it! I hiss.

Thats fair enough. But, I didnt, I would never, ever do that to her. How could you even think Id do such a thing to hu
my accusation.

The fact is Jose, you not only hurt her, but you embarrassed her in front of her physician, hospital security, my security
questioned Ana about her pregnancy as if she was a 14 year old girl knocked up by the first boy she ever saw! Anastasia
think you are to question MY wife about her pregnancy with our baby? If I want to knock my wife up, I dont ask anyon
and me! How dare you question her as if you have a claim on her? How dare anybody? But this isnt even your first offe
them in an art gallery for others to
ogle her and purchase her pictures like she was a commodity!
But, youre the one who purchased them and told me you loved the pictures! he retorts.

Thats not the point. The point is that you have done that all without her permission. No matter how innocuous you may
something

to her without her permission, you hurt her! You even tried force yourself onto her by trying to kiss her without her perm

Please, just tell me shes okay! he says in a hoarse voice. Well, Jose, she is NOT okay! She was terrified!Is she hom
Im sorry. I really am. Anas my friend... he stars saying, but I cut him off.

I dont have time to ease your mind, or comfort your conscience! I am trying to protect my wife! So, make sure you don
talk about her to someone, or do anything that is remotely hurtful to her! If you ever contribute to her misery, I will beat
up hang up. Yet I feel more confused than ever. Im completely convinced that the miserable fucker didnt have anything
the hell is after my wife and why? But I know that my wife is not the object of the attack; Im the object and shes the m

When we arrive at the Grey House a tall order of business to conduct is waiting for me. Andrea follows me into my offic

Wheres, uhm... I hold my forehead between Janelyn, I ask. I hope I dont have another incompetent intern like Oliv

Shes seating your next group of appointment in the meeting room. Shell be tending them with their drinks until you g
Who do we have?

European buyers, sir. Its a company called Unlimited Luxury. They have several orders put in and your meeting with th
thirty

minutes. Ros will be in the meeting room within a few minutes. Theyd like to speak to you about getting custom made y
clients in various European countries. They have said that there are only three companies in the world that can handle th
of the list because of our strong safety track.

Of course I knew about the Unlimited Luxury. Its an up and coming company with a very large bank account serving th
private jets,

yachts, or ultra-luxury vehicles. They like to be the main distributor in Europe and they have ambitions of expanding int
venture if the price is right.

Before going to the meeting, I e-mail Anastasia: ______________________________________________ From: Christi

Date: November 1st, 2011 Time: 9:37 a.m.

Hi wife,How are you feeling? I miss you. I wish I could take away all the hurt and pain you felt this morning.No, this sti
her... How do I express that shes the center of my universe that what hurts her, hurts me more? I want to take everything
and simply make her happy. And the desire to punish those who inflicted this pain is gnawing at my soul.
Let me try again...
Baby,I love you. Its that simple, really.

I love you so desperately; my feelings leave me at your mercy. I love you with all that I am, that anything that hurts you
ferocious rage that Im ready to take on anything that makes you upset, let alone miserable. I love your spark. I love you
mouth. I love your intensity; I love your will to fight to be yourself. I love that you love me, that you love our baby insid
I am simply a man who is madly in love with his wife. Whatever, whoever is outside and trying to hurt us dont matter. O
powerful enough to make that go away. Trust me. Trust that I

love you. Trust that I will protect you and our baby. Trust that theres nothing, no one more important than you and our c
of you.

Im no longer the same fucked up man when youve met me. Im still fucked up in many ways, but you make me whole;
refused to come out. You and you alone have given me reason to change. You make me want to be a better man. You gav
lovewith

you unexpectedly, quickly and desperately, Ana. Id continue to love you even if you didnt love me. Because, my love f
conditional. But knowing that you do... that you love me makes me try harder to be deserving of your regard. You, Anast
And its my promise to you that I will make this go away.

Christian GreyMadly in love CEO, Grey Enterprises Holding Inc. ___________________________________________

I get up to go to my meeting; my mind is still occupied with my wife. My fucking
Blackberry is running out of charge. I put it in Andreas care to get it charged.

Andrea, if my wife calls, shes to be put through immediately no matter how busy I am. Just get me. Remind Janelyn as
Of course, sir. Its your standing order. Ill remind Janelyn momentarily.

As I walk through the door, I tell Andrea to bring my laptop in. If Anastasia e-mails me back, I need to have access to m

Seeing her distraught like that today, leaving her at work and not bringing her back with me goes against every cell in m
I have to teach my wife how to be in charge of her surroundings even if her entire being wants to scream and run away. I
before. My wife who is even more enigmatic than I, unknown to all only a few months ago is insanely hot and pregnant.
man who some thought to be gay; the others who knew of my lifestyle would never dream that I would one day marry. H

I could love someone so indelibly, so completely. But now even imagining life without her in the hypothetical is impossi
rare woman in my life becomes an item of news. But, I wish to keep her away from this unwanted attention especially fr

Therefore, its at utmost importance that she can reach me any moment she needs me. My phone is out of charge and I n
lucrative business deal. Taylor opens the door for me to enter. Ros is there and so is Warren. She looks like a young inno
the most business people when it comes underestimating her. She can make the devil wear his shoes backwards.

When I enter the meeting room, Taylor takes his usual spot in the corner, at an advantage point where he can survey and
Janelyn imperceptibly. She puts the last bottled water onto the table in front of one of the businessman and walks to mee
Bonjour Monsieur Grey, greets me the CEO of Unlimited Luxury in his Parisian accent.

Bonjour Monsieur Decoux, I respond with a professional smile as I take his proffered hand. Avez-vous fait bon voya
care one bit whether their trip was pleasant or not. He wouldnt know that from my professional faade reserved for the
uncommonly self-

assured, tacitly dominant; the embodiment of the master and commander of all I survey. Not surprisingly, people respond
exclusion to that would be other alpha males where I always declare my dominance above all. There can only be one alp
place for a long time. Its a matter of territory. And this is my turf.

After the reintroductions, we discuss the business plan with the French businessmen and woman. Theyre eager to do bu
build the best and the safest ships.

Nearly two hours into the meeting, I still have not received a response from Anastasia to my e-mail. The thought of it dis
attention to follow the meeting outline.

Finally an answering e-mail arrives. My eyes immediately drift to my laptop and I move the mouse to open it immediate
snap open my bottle of water and draw a sip. After reading Anastasias greeting, I take another sip to appear busy and lis
proposal. Decoux starts making his closing remarks. My mind is only half grasping what hes saying. I do however catch
because he failed to fully read my face as to what exactly I thought of his proposal and made a joke about blaming it on
the unfortunate recipient of drogeance, or in

other words loss of nobility due to commercial and manual activities which rendered the future generations with the lack
his noble lineage.

I assure you Monsieur Decoux, Im favoring your proposal, and we will give our full diligence in examining it and retu
be beneficial for both parties involved. My response makes Decoux smile and he

continues with his closing remarks. I turn back to my wifes e-mail as I take another sip of the water.________________
From: Anastasia Grey
To: Christian GreyDate: November 1st, 2011 Time: 11:48 a.m.
Husband,What a lovely message to get from my man, the love of my life. You have NO
IDEA what your message did to me, how it elated me like a life preserve, how it lifted me up. Thank you!

It amazes me that you can be so romantic, so articulate in expressing your love. Knowing that you didnt do the love thin

the first, one and only recipient of your affection. That tells me you are mine in every way possible, just as Im yours.

After you pushed me to face work today, I have to admit I was simply on auto pilot and had given all my attention to my
manuscripts to keep myself so busy that Id forget the mornings incident. Doesnt mean I like the paparazzi any better a
made me feel immensely better. By the time we had the editors meeting, I was feeling somewhat like myself. But it was
love that lifted me up. I only read it a few minutes ago, because I made sure I was busy throughout the morning. Now I w
tender words made me miss you. Really miss you... Thank you for loving me so much. Thank you for making me, makin

On another positive note which I know will make you happy, I feel ravenously hungry. Sawyer had gotten me a turkey sa
with cream cheese and hot Twinnings tea. Im ashamed to say that I ate them all about an hour ago and just got hungry a
no morning sickness so
far (of course, Ill be crossing my fingers after I hit send).

I want to tell you that I too love you passionately, desperately, sometimes with such a shocking intensity that the aching
indecent, vulgar, licentious, obscenely lustful and unbelievably voracious and it only got worse after you knocked me up
desired all those things before getting pregnant but this craving is getting unbelievable! Here I am, a 22 years old woman
publishing company and Im unable to

concentrate on a simple task like reading a lovely manuscript. But, instead I find myself just thinking about my husband
me! I should still be upset from this morning and yet Im lusting after my husband to distraction...

I find the magnitude of my love and desire amplified many folds. I dont think its just the pregnancy hormones kicking
Pregnancy just made me a little bolder. I never thought love such as this would be possible. It used to scare me and in so
became my lifeline. Im endlessly happy that you, Christian Grey are my husband, all mine to have and to hold, to love,
crosses, and to spank me until you make me come screaming your name, and to be kissed by you everywhere while my

hands are cuffed, and to play with you in the Red Room of Pain (pleeeease?) and to make love most evening and to cher
Youre everything to me. I love you!
Ana

PS: Note that Im emailing from my Blackberry and not the SIP e-mail. See I can be amenable occasionally.
______________________________________________Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!! Not only did I get a huge erection unexpe
time, in the middle the God damned meeting, and with a roomful of businessmen who traveled from Paris to work out a
Grey just choked on my bottled water drawing everyones attention to me. Curious and some concerned gazes are all tra

Monsieur Decoux, you are not only a shrewd businessman but also very entertaining with your witty comments. It mus
nobility. However, Ros says patting my back lightly with her hand twice, Mr. Grey is very susceptible to French humo
dont drown my boss with your wittiness. We still need him here, she says smoothly with a delightful smile, drawing a
remembering I dislike touch she asks, Are you okay there Mr. Grey?

Yes, I say coughing again, smiling for their benefit. The meeting is nearly over, but I find myself in a state of arousal,
fucking business meeting rather awkwardly, incommodiously, and plainly. This has not happened to me, ever. Not like th

Just as Alain Decoux and his senior management officers ready themselves to wrap up the meeting and leave, I turn to th

tamed and

distract my mind, I quickly think a random question to ask. Somehow, Anastasias e- mail found the emergency bypass o
fucking cock!

Monsieur Decoux, now that we nearly wrapped up our meeting, I wanted to ask you your opinion on a French producti
the movie Intouchables. Its supposed to be coming out tomorrow here in the U.S. Ive read the book, of course. Since yo
wondered if you read the book and whether youd seen the previews of the movie.
Intouchables
Hes a little confused, but answers my segue.

I dont believe I have, Monsieur Grey. Is there a particular reason for your interest in the movie? Forgive me; I dont kn
movie. Ive heard of it, but havent had the chance to read the book.

Well, I was intending to take my wife to see it during the International Film Festival. I wanted to get someones opinion
justice to the books.
Decouxs right hand woman clears her throat.

If I may interject, Monsieur Grey. Ive read the book and Ive seen the movie during a special screening only last week,
concealed admiration. Shes a well groomed, well-spoken, well-educated aristocratic woman who is in her early 30s. Tal
still has a long way to fill the Manolo Blahnik heels shes wearing and to be Ros caliber.

And your thoughts on it? I ask feigning interest.I completely recommend it.Why? I ask as Ros looks at me with su
difficult
puzzle.

Its beyond a stuffy disabled French royalty meeting an African immigrant, a potential cheeky caregiver who was trying
the open position so he can collect his welfare check. They are two people who couldnt be any different in social or raci
need for each other.
Ones blood is as blue as it gets, and the other as common as its humanly possible. Yet, how you say it in America? Its
I didnt know you had a literary side Julianne, says Decoux with peaked interest.

My blood is as blue as yours Monsieur Decoux. Graduating from Sorbonne and later Cambridge made me appreciate g
why I particularly enjoyed this book as well as the movie at the private screening, she says articulately. The main char
luxuries of life, stuffy like the old school blue bloods, but also is in possession of fast cars, private jets, yachts, even a ch
refinements of life because hes paralyzed. The underprivileged character finally makes the wealthy Philippe realize

what he has and shows him how to relish his possessions and enjoy life once again. Anything that will make people appr
offering Europe and Asia at large is a welcome sight for me and good for business, she says smiling as if to show me sh

I see Taylor on my peripheral vision discreetly looking at his Blackberry reading a text and frowning. Why is he frownin
Anastasia? If she had called me, Andrea knows she needs to bring my phone to me. She emailed me only half an hour ag

probably sick again. My gaze turns serious and I look at Taylor questioning eyes.

He approaches the desk and leans down and whispers in a seemingly discreet voice but he knows to be only loud enough

Excuse me, sir. Apologies for interrupting your meeting. We have a minor emergency that requires your attention at you
taciturn face.

I look at him questioningly; intensity of my inquiring gaze scans his face for any sign of an emergency. When we lock ey
somehow about Anastasia. The moment I confirm that theres something going on about my wife, I feel anxiety and conc
don the predator look. With ice cold shards covering my gaze, I stand up with the ease and agility of the animal grace.
Turning to the group of French businessmen, I pass my apologies, ready to make my exit.

Ladies, gentlemen, I say buttoning my jacket, it appears that a CEOs job is never done. My colleagues Ms. Bailey an
document while I tend an urgent matter that is requiring my attention presently. Monsieur Decoux, its a pleasure to do b
final meeting after

we review the documents youve presented. Andmerci beaucoup Mademoiselle Durantfor the movie recommendation,
businessmen stand up in response to my hasty goodbye. I quickly accept Decouxs proffered hand, and ordering Ros to t
meeting room.
As soon as Taylor closes the door behind us, I turn to him and ask, What the hell is wrong?

That was Sawyer texting. It appears he called your cell phone, but the new intern said you were in the meeting, and did
Ill deal with her later! Why was he texting?

Mr. Jose Rodriguez showed up at SIP and apparently Mrs. Grey knew of his arrival. She went to lunch with him. Sawye
entire time and at first Mrs. Grey was reluctant to go to lunch but he insisted so he could ask for her forgiveness.
Where the fuck was the bastard? I thought he was in Portland!
No, apparently when you called him today, he was in Seattle. He felt bad about what happened to Mrs. Grey and came
he repeats.
Shit! I alerted the bastard of my wifes distress and drove him all the way to my wife! Did I forget to tell him my wife
Yes, sir. But theyre not far. Sawyer drove them to a small Mexican restaurant off the beaten path.

I walk towards my office and stop in front of the reception area. Both Andrea and Janelyn jump up to their feet. I extend
completely I turn to Andrea.
Why wasnt I informed of Sawyers call? I ask.

Andreas face looks surprised, and then her mouth drops open understanding what Janelyn had or rather hadn't done. She
Im so sorry Mr. Grey. I wasnt aware that Sawyer called. I would have immediately brought the phone to you.

Im sorry Mr. Grey, Janelyn replies chagrined. I was under the impression that only Mrs. Greys phone calls were to b

the other calls. Did I do something wrong, sir?

Yes! You did! Sawyer is my wifes bodyguard and you know it! You did not let him speak to me!

I apologize, Mr. Grey. I... I was trying to go by the book and... Im sorry, she says finally when she sees my growing ra
Dont. Ever. Interrupt. Me! I will deal with tomorrow, I say in a low voice. Too low to
be mistaken with anything but malice. Janelyn turns puce and is ready to cry.

Lets go! I order Taylor. As we enter into the elevator, I check my Blackberry. There are two text messages from Anast

*Christian, Jose is here to apologize. He wants to go lunch with me to make amends. I will go and hear him out. I want t
assumptions about what he did. After this morning, I realized that I dont want others to make assumptions about me. I s
way.*
The next message came 10 minutes after the first.

*Either youre busy or youre okay with me going to lunch with Jose. We will be at Tia Rosas. Sawyer is driving us. Ill

What the hell is my wife thinking? Jose! Going out with Jose! And what the hell is Jose doing? Didnt I berate him just t
my wife? What does he do? He goes and finds my wife to get himself forgiven knowing full well that a simple picture no
misconstrued. Im writhing in anger. When the Ground Level dings open I take the lead with rapid steps and Taylor walk
Mr. Grey? he asks.
What! I snap.Sawyer is on the phone, sir. Where the hell are you? I hiss.
At a small Mexican restaurant called Tia Rosa, just off the main street. Mrs. Grey is safe, the restaurant isnt busy.
Whats she doing? I ask as Taylor opens the door of the SUV. He closes the door after I enter.

She ordered seafood tacos and chimichanga. Shes sitting with her arms crossed, leaning back in her seat, listening to M

Sitting back her arms crossed is good. That means shes closed to him whatever hes trying to say, or however hes trying

Why didnt you insist on talking to me?Mr. Grey, I only had a few minutes because I first was going to prevent Mr. R

from seeing Mrs. Grey after the hospital incident per the briefing we had. But then Mrs. Grey came out and said she was
bring him in when he comes to SIP. He was already waiting at the reception area by then. Based on his behavior last tim
behave and wanted to prevent him causing another scene. But, Mrs. Grey said all was well, and she would inform you of
inform you regardless. When the new intern said you were in an important meeting, I didnt want to disturb you. Howev
informed about every unscheduled trip, or unexpected visitor, so I texted him. I couldnt talk because I had to go in to M
when he went back to the reception to wait for Mrs. Grey while she gathered her things, I barely had the time I did to qu
couldnt reach you, Mrs. Grey was already out and ready to be driven. So, I immediately texted Taylor.
Were there any paparazzi when you left?

No, sir. The police took care of them all this morning and Welchs men have been patrolling the radius of the SIP to sto

missed. One of Welchs men already followed us to the restaurant. Hes scanning the area just in case.
Well be there in a few minutes.

Yes, sir. Mrs. Grey is sitting at a booth close to the back patio. Follow the main corridor of the dining area and take a rig
Whats Mr. Rodriguezs demeanor like? Angry, anxious, confrontational, mean, loud? I ask.

Pleading. He seems to be begging. Hes talking in a low voice but speaking rapidly. And he looks like he could cry if M
his right eye with the back of his hand, Sawyer says as if hes giving a play by play report.

Hes playing on Anas soft and forgiving side. He should have thought about this before he started his shouting match at
Unplanned, I admit it, but that is none of his damned business. My wife doesnt have to explain jack shit to this asshole!

Were right around the corner. Well see you soon, I say and hang up. Taylor makes a quick right to the restaurant park
like were all meeting for lunch. I enter the restaurant and Taylor follows me. The host looks up and
she swallows.
How many people sir? she asks.

Im meeting my party here. Just one. She looks at Taylor confused, but doesnt say anything. She then shuffles and dro
under her breath. Then, picking up a menu, she steals a quick glance in my direction then leads the way. I locate my wife
presence. Pinning her with my gaze, I walk towards their booth. Shes still sitting back but her arms are no longer crosse
on the table, his hands are reaching towards Anas direction in an unconsciously pleading gesture. His gaze follows Ana
stiffens. My eyes focus on his arms reaching towards my wife. Tilting my head to the side, I raise my eyebrows with a re
ice. In slow but assured steps, with a presence declaring my dominance, I reach the booth theyre occupying.
Hello, I say in a low questioning voice.

Christian! Ana replies in a breathy voice. Her eyes scan me with a little awe, a little intimidation and barely disguised
irritation. She narrows her eyes, questioning me what Im doing here. Jose immediately leans back and pulls his arms aw
looks like a berated
teenager. I nail him to his seat. Then turning back to my errant wife, Mrs. Grey, I say both emphasizing and declaring
What are you doing here? Anastasia asks, her voice breathy.

I heard that their fish tacos were great. You know me and good food. Of course, good food in the company ofmywife, c
howhungryshe was, I say with a seductive voice, I wanted to make sure Id satisfy all her hungers.

The hostess turns red, flustered, Jose looks like he swallowed a nasty bug, and Anastasia first blinks, then her mouth ope
shocked to say it. She closes her mouth then opens it again. She is both appalled, turned on and blushing all at the same
dazzling smile.
I dont need the menu. Fish tacos and bottled water please. Thank you, I say and unable to say a word back to me, the
muttering, holly shit! Muy caliente! Hot! Hot! Hot!
Jose, I nod with a cold gaze.

I slide into the booth with grace next to my wife.

Hi baby, I whisper locking my gaze with hers. She instinctively moves closer to me even though I can feel her agitatio
permission to kiss with my eyes. She reaches up, and I capture her lips with mine, kissing her possessively like theres n
breathless when Im through with her. Shes unable to look at her friend in the eye.

Hi. I gather you got my text, she murmurs.

Of course. I would have come sooner, but I was otherwise engaged.
Engaged? she asks narrowing her eyes. Is that jealousy? I like her jealous of me. My wife declaring her possession of
a huge turn on.
Yes. French businessmen and woman. I had a meeting. French businesswomen?

Businesswoman. Singular. The rest were businessmen. Of course after receiving your e-mail, I was too... distracted... to

We were just having some Mexican food and clearing the air about... you know. So, I gathered, I say with an impass
town Jose, I accuse him.

I am for another day. I have to go back to school though, he adds hastily. Since I was in town already, I wanted to talk
Nothing is worth destroying my friendship with her. I just wanted her to know that Im always her friend no matter what
Although I had not been a good friend as I should have been, maybe shell give me a chance to make amends, he says w

telling me that hed be waiting in the wings should I screw up with her, my child and all.

Isnt that very considerate of you? Ana does need good, loyal, selfless friends who are interested in nothing but her wel
upsetting my wife especially in her condition as an expectant mother, I mutter in a flat tone to Jose with unblinking eye
How do you feel today, baby? I turn and ask Anastasia in an overly solicitous voice.

Good. No morning sickness so far, she says crossing her fingers on both hands. Just very hungry, she adds. I look at
You have not eaten much. Is there a reason why your appetite is suppressed? I ask.
Nooo, she says putting her napkin on the table hastily. I feel the rising tension on the table.
Hows your father Jose? I ask changing topics. Has he gotten better since the accident?
He takes a big gulp of breath as if he just came on the surface from the depths of the ocean.

Yes, hes much better. Still has physical therapy, but he can do some of the fun activities he used to enjoy. My dad, Ray
Safeco Field just recently.

Ray was well enough to go to the stadium? I ask. I dont know why it irritates me Jose spends time with Anas step-fat

They do have access for disabled, but yes, he was well enough, Jose replies finally taking a bite of his untouched ench
A different waitress brings my fish tacos, and bottled water.
Thank you, I say with a smile, and she whimpers batting her eyelashes.

Youre welcome, sir, she replies in a breathy voice. Anastasia narrows her eyes on the waitress who scuttles away as sh
the waitress submissive response.

Why dont you get us the check? Anastasia asks the waitress.You havent eaten yet and neither have I, I accuse.I w
rest with me to work.Youre still going back to work? I ask incredulous.Yes, Im only out for lunch. I have a mounta
curiously.Can I persuade you to come home with me? I ask.Anastasias eyes dart to Jose as she blushes to her hairline.
Christian. And since I feel well today, I think I ought
to get through some of it, she murmurs.

The waitress comes back with the check, and I take a $100 bill and tuck it into the check before she places it on the table
Keep the change, I mutter with a smile.I was going to get it, Christian, Jose says petulantly.

Its alright. Your moneys no good here, I respond. Im not going to let another man pay for my wifes meal. Then turn
like to come to GEH with me then?

Anastasia sighs. Christian, I have too much work to do. Too many manuscripts to read and annotate, summarize and gis

We can stop by and get your work, and you can take it with you. Come with me, I whisper in a low voice with nothing
immediately knows my intent.

Can I talk to you privately? she asks in a whisper.Yes, of course, I say, and stand up. Extending my hand, I help Ana
Well be back in a minute, Jose, she briefly smiles, and he frowns, tossing his napkin onto the table. His nostrils flare,
about it.
Anastasia walks back towards the patio. There are no patrons sitting there, and the lunch crowd is only sitting inside.
As soon as the door springs back and closes, Anastasia turns to me. Taylor is guarding the door on the other side.
Why are you doing this Christian? she asks frowning. You know why, I say in a low voice.
No, I dont! Enlighten me, please. Is it because the paparazzi were accusing me of disloyalty to you? If it is...

Stop talking! I growl, leaning down to her lips. Were only a whisper away from each other. I can feel Anastasias hear

I dont give a shit about what anyone says let alone some sleazy paparazzi. I never have. What I care about, is you. The
person

youre carrying inside your womb. You and this little one, I say splaying my right hand on her belly and my left hand ca
Both of you. I will do everything in my power to protect you both. Watch over you... I was worried today when I heard t
right after I called him today, I say.
What? You called him? Why did you call him?

I called him because you were ambushed this morning by the paparazzi and only few people knew of your pregnancy, a
hearing that you were with child, I murmur.
I wanted to make sure that he wasnt out to hurt you. Hes my friend, he wouldnt do that! she retorts.
Be that as it may Ana... He has a track record that says otherwise. Im not about to let that list grow at your expense.
What track record?

Where shall I begin? Pushing his suit on to you, not to mention his tongue when I came to rescue you from your drunke
without your permission and then putting them on an art exhibit for other people to purchase. Making accusatory remark
money... she narrows her eyes with my last remark.
How did you know that?

I heard him talk to you. Even if it was laced with a joke, thats what he was thinking. My final straw was when he emba
the hospital staff, accusing you of getting knocked up! I have had all I can take of Jose.
He wanted to apologize, and make amends.

Thats fine; he has done that. But the friendship requires two way respect. He has not respected your decisions, or choic
Thats not the behavior of someone who cares for his friend.

Christian... she exhales long. Are you doing this because youre jealous? Its partly that, I confess. But that is not
What is the reason Christian? she asks. Cant I just have lunch with an old friend?

Baby, if Jose was just an old friend who wished to have lunch with you, Id not have a hard time. Well," I amend, "My
attempting to do is to fight for your affection.
What? Thats ridiculous! He knows Im a married woman! she retorts.
Oh, yes, he knows that very well, but baby, hes still fighting for you, for your regard.
Nooo... she says incredulous.

I know you dont see yourself as other men see you. But, Ana, I whisper into her lips, any man would fight for you. Y
smart mouth; you're simply a delectable specimen of a woman. I intend to keep fighting for your regard and attention. Y
who is deeply, madly, irrevocably in love with his wife.
Truly, Deeply, Madly - Savage Garden
Oh, Christian, she breathes as I slowly walk her back to the wall and trap her between in the confinement of my body
captivity.

Come home with me... I whisper. I have been hard since Ive read your e-mail... quite publicly and unexpectedly I mi
make me lose control.

Ive not been myself all day, but I think you were right this morning. I need to gain control at work and learn to handle
can be myself the rest of the time. But, I am tempted to go home knowing I should get back to work. Youre not making

Baby, you constantly tempt me, and since receiving your e-mail today I have been a cocked gun, aroused, and hungry f

As the last word leaves my lips, Anastasia places her hands against my chest and presses me backward. Her hands travel
reaching up my back. My eyes darken; my breath hisses through my teeth. My cock throbbing and aching to be inside he
lips.
Compromise... Let me finish my work day today. I promise you can fulfill all that I asked in my e-mail.

Topping from the bottom again, Mrs. Grey? I murmur pressing against her.Like you would surrender the control over
You have no idea what Id let you do, baby. Id do just about anything for you. And

right now I have this overwhelming need to fuck you. Make love to you till you scream my name, and get you so sated t
anything male for some time!

Anastasias lips part and she swallows hard. There is immense desire in her gaze mingled with other emotions: love, lust
a woman who knows she got her man by the balls.
Counter offer... You work two hours and I pick you up at 3:00 p.m. I murmur nipping and sucking her lower lip.

She groans.Four oclock.3:30, I whisper pressing into her.Deal! she responds her blood heated.Now, lets say goo
back to SIP before I decide to
take you in the nearest private space, I say holding my wifes hand and tugging her behind me.

Jose is unable to make eye-contact with Ana as she thanks him for making amends with her and says her goodbye. When
whispers:
You really are happy, Ana?

Yes, Jose. Im insanely happy with my husband, she says squeezing my hand as her other hand absently and protective

Then Im happy for you. But, he says lowering his voice, whenever youre not, Im there for you. Im your friend, h
he wishes he was more.

Thank you. You are my friend, the brother I never had. I wish to see you happy with someone who cares for you and lo
Anastasia says to him. Then lowers her voice, but, Im not that person. I am a married woman in love with her husband
away from me and holding Jose on his elbow she walks a few steps away from me. I wish that for you, for your life. No
you love her. There will never be someone else for me. Ever. Theres only Christian. There will only be Christian. I can
my husband, hes my life, and hes my entire
universe.
Hes controlling, Jose whispers under his breath.

Hes mine, and Im his. I dont want him any other way. I love him with all his flaws, with all his fuckedupness, with hi
because who he is, but for what I am when Im with him. I am whole, complete, happy and I am my best version becaus
understand that. If you

want a friend, Im your friend, Im your sister. That will never change and I hope thats enough. If you want something m
you or for anyone else. It will always be Christian for me.
I know, but... he starts in a low murmur.

Before you say anything further, Jose, I want you think hard about what you wish to say to me, please. I wish to keep y
me as something more, I will cease my contact with you despite the fact I love you and value our friendship, Jose. And d
regard for me. Its not your place to do so. Hes my man and mine alone! she says, her voice a fervent whisper. The mi
with my husband, I will not

stop him from whatever measures he wants to take, in order to know that youre not infringing into his territory. As muc
Im his pregnant wife and not an available single girl. Show us the respect for our relationship so that we can reciprocate
reticence? You say that you value my friendship but your behavior says otherwise. Youre forcing my hand into cutting m
reluctantly, but its your own doing... Jose opens his mouth to say something but Anastasia holds her finger.
This is your chance to tell me once that the friendship I offer you is enough, or you will silence it for good.
Your friendship is enough, Ana. It has to be.

I have been proud of my wife before, but at this moment, Anastasia taking charge of her friend and setting him straight a
in love with her all over again. Shed make a damn good dom. Then again, I know shes a switch. Fuck! I cant wait till t
***** *****Mr. Grey, can I have a few minutes with you? Ros asks after I get back to GEH.

I have 15 minutes till my next appointment. My office... I say and open the door for her.

She takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. I round the corner of my desk and sit. Crossing my left leg over
mind?
First things first... Miss Julianne Durant left this note for you, she says with distaste as she extends a sealed envelope.
because she

would have given it to me to open. Although I made sure that she knew you are happily married to a spectacularly beaut
you and Mrs. Grey for the pregnancy news, she says. I arch my eyebrows immediately and my eyes narrow, pinning he

Hold your britches boss! Im not trying to nose into your private life. We have to keep up with you through the gossip b
defend your name, sir, and of course against unwanted advances of others, she says meaning Mademoiselle Durant.
But, I suspect youre not here to babysit my personal affairs.

Good heavens, no, boss! The French deal can be a lucrative one. I like Decoux. I think Durant can also be a sensible bu
hierarchical, class shit. I was wondering... she says clearing her throat, can I have the honors of straightening her up, o
end of it, but I dont like the Europeans rubbing our noses in their blue bloods and their aristocratic lineage. Its boiling t
The only class distinction I care about is the one based on merit. She hasnt shown me that yet. Decoux has it, and has go
the wrong way and since we are going to be in business with them in the long term, I prefer to be on equal footing.

I dont. I am above them. Equality is overrated. You can of course establish your equality, but I dont wish to entertain a
equal. Im his better. They came to my company for business, and this is our turf. Act like it. Titles mean nothing to me.
accomplishments. Thats the only worthy criteria in business.

Yes, sir, she replies. Well, then, I better get back to my work. I have used up my 15 minutes. Thank you, Christian, s
she walks away, clicking her high heels on the marble floors.
I open the envelope.
Four Seasons Seattle Room 407. We can talk more about movies and Paris if you so desire.
I tear the note up in pieces, and toss it in the trash. I take my Blackberry out and dial.Yes boss?

I expect your best performance in your particular lesson of class distinction. But, dont establish equality. Only superior
And do you have a response to her, uhm, message? she says with no compunction.

Im irrevocably taken. We only do business at GEH. Anything less than utmost professionalism becomes the grounds fo
Id be absolutely delighted to pass the message, Ros says and I can hear her grin on my Blackberry.
***** *****
How are you Mrs. Grey? I ask as Anastasia slides into the back of the SUV. A shy smile creeps up her lips.
Im fine, Mr. Grey. Did you have a pleasant day? she asks.

After having lunch with my wife, and getting certain promises from her, I think my day will only get better, Anastasia,

her hand into mine then pull her into my arms.

I have missed you Mrs. Grey, I whisper into her ear.
In the last three hours? You have got it bad for me Mr. Grey. But then again, its only fair.
Why?Because I got it worse.Hows junior?Just fine, she says with wonder in her eyes.
What?Nothing, she says shaking her head. Ana, its never 'nothing' with you. What?
Cant a girl be in awe of her beautiful, sensitive, sensual, hot husband? Thats all... she responds.

Is that all, Mrs. Grey?Theres more, but why spill it all at the same time.Buckle up Mrs. Grey, I mock reprimand h
sir, she responds making my cock twitch.
***** *****Taylor drops us off in front of the elevators. Sawyer is driving the other SUV from SIP.

Are you hungry? I ask in the elevator, the heat of my gaze captivating her. Not for food.Good, me neither.Are yo
ask.
Are you going back on your word? she asks anxiously.
No. But, I want to make sure that this is what you want, not what you think I want.

Mr. Grey, I was under the impression that the Playroom was also mine. You said so yourself. If you say yes, Anastasia,
says in a good imitation of my voice.
What Id love to do to your smart mouth, I grin with wanton desire. I know what I want.And what is that?

I want you to teach me how to gain control of my body so I dont unexpectedly turn the control of my emotions over to
take over that

control for the next several hours so I cleanse my mental palette. I want you to pleasure me, and ask me to pleasure you.
other... she says and making my eyes darken, libido shoot through the roof, and my cock strain in my pants, aching to b
to the elevator wall and seal my lips over hers.

When the elevator doors ding open, I lace my fingers with hers and pull her out of the
elevator.

Ignoring the household staff, I take my wifes briefcase and drop it on the table in the foyer. Then pull her into our bedro
foot, I turn to Anastasia.

How do you feel?Horny, she responds drawing a half smile from me. Physically. I amend.Quite well, Mr. Grey. A

I know what you want, and we cater to all desires and flavors, Mrs. Grey. I just want to make sure that my wife can take
you again. How do you feel?
I feel fine, Christian! she says rolling her eyes.
Dont roll your eyes, Mrs. Grey! I want you to go to the Playroom, take off everything but those delectable Louboutins
those heels around my shoulders, my waist or my ass all day. Her mouth drops open.
Run along now, and sit as I have shown you by the door, I say as I swat her behind hard. She yelps.
Ow!What?Yes, sir! she responds as she hurries to the Playroom.

I quickly divest myself of my suit, tie, shirt, boxers, shoes and socks. I bring out my washed out, ripped jeans and put the
make my way to the kitchen. Filling a glass with ice, I take a bottle of chilled Sancerre and make my way to the Playroo
by the door, naked except for her panties and her high heels. Her head is down, and her hands are splayed on her knees. W
Put the glass of ice and the bottle of Sancerre. I carefully choose the toys I want to utilize for this scene. Then I slowly m

When the music starts playing, Anastasias head snaps up and her gaze meets mine when Michael Bubl and Laura Paus
love like mine, a reminiscence of our honeymoon reminding her that no one can love her as much as I can.
Michael Bubl and Laura Pausini - You'll Never Find

I lift her up off the floor, and wrapping her hair around my wrist, I kiss her hard, sucking on her lower lip, then thrusting
warm velvety mouth. When I pull back were both breathless.

Turn around, I order.Yes, sir, she responds breathless.I braid her hair as she silently extends the tie to secure the end

Anastasia, we are here because you decided to secede the control of your body and mind to me this afternoon. But, you
just want you to say, stop and I will. No safe words, okay?
Yes, sir, she responds in a breathy voice.
Good girl. I will teach you how to gain control of your body and eventually your mind.
Thank you, sir.What do you want Anastasia?
You decide, sir. I... she says hesitantly. I want to give the control over to you this evening.
Are you sure? Tell me to stop when it gets too intense, and I will.
Yes, sir, she responds in a breathy anticipation.

I bring out the leather cuffs which are soft but good restraining devices. Seeing the spreader bar, her eyes widen with exc

Come, I say and take her by the hand. Lean face down this table. She obeys immediately.
I spread her legs only a foot apart with my feet. I rub her beautiful buttocks and then spank her hard once. She moans in

Hush now. First part of control is to expect the unexpected.

I slide her lacy panties down, slowly. My hands grazing over her toned thighs and legs, skating over her soft, flawless sk
her feet one at a time, I divest her panties and toss them onto the leather chair. Pouring some massage oil into my palm, I
Grasping Anastasias ankles, I slowly glide up to her knees. I knead her legs sensually behind her knees. She gives out a

Control, baby. I need you to control your urges. Delayed gratification not only teaches you, I say as my fingers rise up
apex of her thighs, I dip a finger into her glistening, pink sex, but also, I add, provides the maximum intensity, I say
forcing them to stay apart as I dip a second and a third finger into her folds, gently circling, drawing out her pleasure, co
maximum pleasure.

I withdraw my fingers out of her, and put my head over her sex inhaling her scent deep. I pull her buttocks up and place

presenting her sex from behind to my tongue ready to indulge in her sweet taste. I press her clitoris with the pad of my th
conquers her sex, dipping and withdrawing several times. Each time she builds up ready to orgasm, I pull my tongue bac
Control, baby...
Please, Christian, she begs.
All in good time. Anticipate, wait, hold, and enjoy the buildup, I murmur between each lick that pleasures her. Just as
standing position.

Now, stand with your back to my front, I order. She obeys immediately. I blindfold her slowly caressing her cheeks, ne
way down to

her throat.

I want you to put your hands around my neck, I whisper. She obeys.

Her breasts more curvaceous than ever with her pregnancy lift into my palms nicely. I run my newly oiled hands down h
mounds of her breast, to her belly, and over to her pubic bone and slowly make my way up again. She groans, and writhe

Control requires, absorbing the sensation, and finding that place in your mind where the intensity of the act will reach y
The soulful

sound of a woman shouts wordless tunes singing the Great Gig in the Sky.
Great Gig in the Sky - Pink Floyd

Feel my hands, but find that place in your mind, lock yourself in, and make me work to get to you. My reward is worki
just here, I

murmur tugging both her nipples, rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers, eliciting another pleasured groan, an

Or here, I whisper lasciviously sucking her neck while my fingers work their magic inside her sex.
I want to be in here, I whisper kissing her tilted temple, and here, I slide my hand up between her breasts.

I want you to surrender to me in such a way that you wont be able to come without me telling you so. You need to subm
to me.

Yes... aahhh... she moans, sir, she adds.

My cock is straining against my soft jeans, ready to pleasure her. But this is to both of our benefit. My wife wants to lear
surrender control this instance. I want to achieve just that.
I slowly walk her to the wooden cross with her arms around my neck and my cock straining against her buttocks.
I will cuff your arms on the cross now Anastasia, but I will restrain your legs with the spreader bar, I inform her. But
Everything will be unexpected. You will need to hold your pleasure until I tell you to come, and not
without me. Do you understand? I ask. She nods.

I need a verbal confirmation Anastasia, I order. Yes, sir, she responds in a breathy voice.And if its too intense? I a
responds.
Good girl.

I bring the glass with ice, and take one between my fingers. I slowly run it over one nipple which immediately perks up,
run the ice around her areola, and then accept her nipple into the warmth of my mouth creating a contrasting sensation. I
the ice in the same direction as my tongue fellating the other nipple causing it perk up and strain for the attention of my m
restrains, but shes unable to move an inch. Slowly, I move onto the other nipple and give the same attention I have paid
as she trembles with anticipation and intense desire. I then take the ice between my teeth and run it up and down her tors
As I reach her waxed sex, the ice makes her shiver and make her beg.

I need your cock! Please Christian! Inside me! I take the ice into my fingers and run it over her nipples again.

Control baby, find the place in your mind, and make me work to unlock the door to your mind. She takes a deep, tremb
lips making her lick her lips and lick the ice chip. I lean down and kiss her hard, leaving her lips sore and wanton.
I take her favorite riding crop and run it over her breasts, sides, and finally dip it into

her sex. She quivers in response.

Pleasure and pain... not much different than one another, I murmur sliding the riding crop out of her sex now shining w
Ssssuck, I order and she obeys immediately.

Enough, I say pulling the riding crop out of her eager mouth. I let it slide down her chin, neck, between the valley of h
caressing her belly, making her hitch her breath. Then finally I lift the riding crop and start raining strikes against her sex
in succession, and unexpectedly without a pattern so she understand the concept of control. Pink Floyds song starts over
"Control the urge Ana!" I command as I finally start raining small but effective flicks over her clitoris.
Christian, I cant hold!
Yes, you can!
I cant! Im close!

Yes, you can! Yes, you can! Yes, you can! Hold it baby, until I tell you to come! Only when I tell you to come! Her nip
shes concentrating somewhere else in her mind.

When I rain the fifteenth strike over her sex, Come for me now! I order and with a shattered breath, I feel the release r
body.

I quickly untie her hands, and carry my wife onto the bed. I put her face down on the bed, and quickly divest of my jeans
and slap it twice, and strike over her sex once. Then I drive into her sex with one hard thrust, holding myself deep inside
all day long.

Finally I ease out of her all the way to the tip slowly, making her feel every steely inch of me, then plunge into her again
the tip of my cock, coating it with her slick cream. Then finally I start thrusting in and out in rapid, animalistic successio
drive into her.
Please, Christian... sir! Im close!

No! not yet! Control it. Hold it, don't let it take over you! She cries out with her body barely holding in the pleasure th
swollen, her opening is inviting, tight like a fisted glove. I move my cock deeper, drawing slickness from her core and ru
close her legs, but the spreader bar is preventing her and letting her feel all the pleasure.

I push deeper, and lifting her buttocks up I find the secret location hiding her core pleasure. Angulating my hips, the tip o
slow.

Christian! she begs.Say my name again!Christian! Christian! Christian! Christian Grey!When. Do. You. Come?
thrust. When you let me, sir! she cries out. Please... she begs.

Come for me now baby! I shout, and she screams her orgasm as the soulful voice in the song also screams her ecstasy.

I come loudly, squirting my pleasure into her, filling her, declaring my love and my brand of ownership of my wife, I fee
When we finally come back to our senses, I unbuckle the spreader bar from her legs, and rub her ankles.
How was that for control?

Mind-blowing and thoroughly educational, she murmurs before she falls asleep in my arms.
Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything.
Love still stands when all else has fallen.

CHAPTER XVI Nightmares

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood here wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream
before;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Anastasia?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Anastasia!"-Merely this, and nothing more...
Edgar Allan Poe

How can a man fall in love with his wife all over again? This creature sleeping in my arms is the most precious person th
take control. I knew she had untapped skills which I long wanted to explore, and learning control gives greater access to
lightly kiss her shifting form in my embrace. She snuggles up to my chest and perfectly fits into the crook of my arm. He
her own connection.

Christian... she murmurs. I open my mouth to respond, but note that her eyes are still closed, deep in slumber. Shes sl
she is still thinking of me even in her sleep. I slide off the bed, put my jeans on, with my chest still

bare, swoop my wife up wrapped in the red sheets, and carry her out to our bedroom. I dont like sleeping in the playroo
sleeping in it; I still prefer her in my bed. Shes no longer intimidated about the playroom which makes me immensely h
to the Playroom makes me think she find pleasure and comfort in it after all. I unlock the door with one hand while supp
the door and exit the room with my wife in my possession.

My exhausted girl buries her head deeper into my chest. I come down the stairs and walk the stretch of the Great Room.
kitchen. My feet only makes soft padding footfalls, and not loud noises. But, with her keen hearing, Mrs. Jones looks up
cooking.

Are you ready... Mrs. Jones starts as she looks up from her task. ...for dinner? her voice falls to a chagrined manner.
mouth not yet. Mrs. Jones turns crimson, and lowers her head to her task as she nods her agreement to me. I walk into
heel of my foot. I lay Anastasia on the bed under the covers and make sure she doesnt get cold. She looks exhausted. Pr
No wonder why shes

sleeping the sleep of death. The thought makes me wince. Her hair is fanned on her pillow. I slowly lie on the covers. Ex
it slowly pushing it away from her face. A deep sigh escapes her lips. The vibration of my Blackberry sitting on the side
frown. Who would be calling? I lean in and look at the name. Its Welch. I sigh. I slowly lower my legs and stand uprigh
Find him,Bind him,Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. Drag him to a hole until he wakes up,
Naked, clawing to the ceiling of his grave.
The mariners Revenge

Grey, I answer curtly. I open the drawer and find a white t-shirt to pull over. Welchs here, here greets me.Whats u
the bedroom, gently closing the door behind me.I have uncovered the how the news got leaked.How? I ask as I head
the horses mouth. From Mrs. Grey, he says. I halt in my tracks. Come again? I ask.

I should rephrase that statement. The paparazzis source eavesdropped on a private conversation Mrs. Grey was having
Mrs. Grey wasnt announcing her pregnancy to whoever was listening in. She was with Ms. Kavanagh last week at her w
Mrs. Grey if she

was absolutely sure of the due date of her baby to which Mrs. Grey replied that her doctor the two of you that her baby w
Then Miss Kavanagh said to her that the Country Club they were reserving was available a week and a half before, and a
holding both dates to get a clear due date from Mrs. Grey. Miss Kavanagh was asking Mrs. Grey if they should do the w
her Maid of Honor dress would be made to fit her pregnancy size, and it would be hard to do the adjustments in that sho
was up to the task so shortly after the baby is born... he says. So, Kavanagh was careless enough to discuss Anastasias
complete strangers.

Who was the person that spilled the beans to the paparazzi? I ask gritting my teeth as I walk into my study. And how w
or mean anything to someone?

He wouldnt reveal the name, sir. It could have been anyone who was working that day. But then again, there couldnt h
have a few assistants, and Miss Kavanagh would be a high profile client for her, so most of the employees would have b
clients conversations unless its someone who is newly hired and shrewd. But even then, it would have been made abun
their privacy immensely, I sink into my chair, and start keep tapping my fingers on my table.
So, the leak was accidental?

I couldnt easily dismiss it as an accidental overhearing, Mr. Grey. Clearly someone listened in on a private conversatio
Miss Kavanagh. Thats why the information came out of the blue. The person who leaked it wasnt known to the paparaz
these expensive venues where rich and famous shop, and of course a wedding planner such as the one Miss Kavanaghs
level income bracket. However, the individual who called the paparazzi knew the ropes, knew exactly whom to call even
reporter however didnt want to reveal
his source. Because, if he reveals it, the subsequent stories may not come his way from other willing sources. However,
the location which gives us a starting point.
So, you have no clue who that was?
I have to go and interview the wedding planner tomorrow. By the time I have uncovered the first part, she was gone to
office.

Just out of curiosity.... Why wouldnt the paparazzi part with the sources name? Clearly, he could have leveraged it wit
return, I query.

The information he would get from us would be one piece of information and finite in lieu of the name he would be rel
can be notorious among his peers and clearly it would be very bad for his line of work. On the

other hand, I got the feeling that he either expects more from that source either a lead to another story, or that hes certain
Mrs. Grey, perhaps something more valuable. The rage I feel is instantaneous, and murderous. I find myself holding the
turn white. This is my wife, and someone out there is willing to trade information about without having any regard for he

What does that mean? None of the conversations are private in that place? I hiss. I have to warn my brother to put a m
loose mouth is going to hurt my wife! Marrying a Grey family member requires family loyalty, and protecting the intere
we protect one another, not undermine one another willingly or otherwise. Kavanaghs behavior is discombobulating. W
carelessly. She is a journalist. She should know how media works. A confirmed bachelor billionaire marrying and getting
the wet dream of a gossip magazine. Clearly the careless remarks of Kavanagh discussing Anas her due date has simply
wishes into the center of the tabloid universe which clearly terrified her.

Welchs husky voice brings me back here and now. Im quite sure that they go to great lengths to keep their clients priv
never attained the level of respect from the upper crust clients theyre attracting. Thats what

Im counting on to ensure the owners cooperation in uncovering the perpetrator. A displeased Grey family would certain
business that caters those who requires utmost confidentiality and professionalism. I may be perceived as a rich prick w
again, hardly anyone want their lives dissected, analyzed and criticized on the national arena. I will do everything to kee
will punish anyone who wishes her harm.

Heres my concern: If you are so confident that this couldnt be a loose mouth employee, then there must be an underly
not explained to me yet.

I cant jump into conclusions without solid evidence Mr. Grey. I have to first eliminate the apparent suspects, namely th
day Mrs. Grey was present. I want to get their names, and interview them personally. I will also see if they had any deliv
patrons who were there at the time. Though I have spoken to Sawyer who secured the area. He said he kept everyone at t
I eliminate those possibilities, I have to

explore the darker aspects, other possible malicious intent. Miss Kavanagh and her mother settled on this particular wed
Mrs. Grey are unapproachable for others. But, Miss Kavanagh is not as unapproachable. She has not accepted our offers
Welch putting it mildly. I remember the response Welch relayed back: Keep your leash on somebody else! Im not marr
security detail! Keep them away from me! If I see them around me without my permission you can be sure that I will cal
Ana. And that just about sums it. Shes not Ana, but in a way, her carelessness is putting my wife in danger.

...But it makes Miss Kavanagh an easy target to tail should someone wanted to get to Mrs. Grey. Theyre best friends, a
preparations where Mrs. Grey is partaking, its possible some of your adversaries to explore those options to find vulnera
as your weakest link. And, there you have your weakest link, sir. I run my hand through my hair in exasperation.

I cant make my brothers fiance to agree to have security. I have had a hard enough time with my own sister. Even sh
how she got kidnapped to bait Anastasia.
Find out who was responsible, and determine how to plug that security hole. I want to
fuck-ups, no dangers directed to my family, especially towards my wife. Understand? Its not a question. Its an order.
Perfectly, sir.

After hanging up, I hold the bridge of my nose to ward off an oncoming headache. Katherine Kavanagh and Jose Rodrig
think

proudly, has taken care of him. The ball crusher however has to be reasoned with. Shes not only my brothers fiance, b
cant completely eliminate her from our lives, or forbid Ana to see her. Id like to, but I cant. She doesnt have many fri
ass. I gotta see Flynn. I still havent completely settled the fears of becoming a father. Maybe tonight if Anas is well, ma
My door opens slowly and I look up with anger. Seeing Anastasia, my gaze softens.

Hi, she says in a velvety voice. Why are you holed up here? My gaze thaws as I look at my wife. Shes still same gir
more defined,

shapely, her body is well toned, and theres something else about her. Pregnancy is making her more curvaceous, her bre
her nipples are getting deliciously longer; in fact she is slowly getting a womanly roundness to her belly right above her

Anastasia is wearing her low cut shorts and tank tops, baring her long legs, watering my mouth. Her chestnut hair is dow
run my hands through them. My wife looks at me with her blue eyes, arresting me in my place. She licks her lips as if sh
her lower lip between her teeth, thoughtfully punishing it. She walks towards me slowly. Rounding the table, she stands
full intensity, unblinking. I turn my chair to accommodate my wife. She climbs up on my lap, and curls into me, seeking
embrace instantly closes on her, and I hug her tighter into my chest.

What is it? I ask softly, inquisitively as I try to hide my anxiety.

She shakes her head.
Anaaa! I reprimand without raising my voice.
Just had a bad dream, thats all. I lift her face up with my index finger, searching for any evidence that theres more to

You promised to be open with me. I say trying not to accuse her.I was just sleeping Christian. What else could have h

days events came crashing down on me, she whispers. Then her voice goes lower if it was even possible. I strain to hea
the commotion of a large crowd. All I was seeing was camera flashes everywhere. I couldnt look. I couldnt see. And th
next. I could hear the babys cries. Hurt cries... she shudders. My heart broke. It was instinctive. I tried to shove people
could see was that the crowd was growing and somehow pushing you and Taylor away. No matter how hard we tried to p
just got impossible. And the Blip was screaming. We both tried to find him. Just couldnt... Then I lost it. I was like a ma
control. Im frightened, Christian. A lot. She states simply with shaky voice. I dig my nose into her hair, inhaling her de

I wont let that happen. I will NEVER let that happen! I emphasize. Crowds will not part us. I will protect both of yo
She lifts her head up, tilting it back, she looks at me confused.
For what? she asks.

For being honest with me. Open. You opened up, told me about your dream, let me into your nightmare so I can make i
semblance of a smile reaches, and tugs the corners of her mouth.
Would you like to go see Flynn with me this evening?

This evening? I didnt know you had an appointment with Flynn.

I dont. Yet. But, I pay him a small fortune to be available when I need him to be. Youre shaken up, and its giving you
and I will but I need to have you get help first. She sighs.
Okay.
Ill call and let Flynn know, and then well eat dinner before we go. Her stomach growls as if in agreement.
***** *****

John Flynn is surprised to hear that both of us are coming. I can hear the slight tinge of excitement in his voice. Even if h
sure that he can come and see us both in his office. Even Flynn isnt immune to Anastasias charms.

Mrs. Jones has fixed chicken marsala, mashed potatoes, and spring mix salad. I pour myself white wine, and Ana eyes it
Sparkling water, juice, or ginger ale Mrs. Grey? I ask.
Cranberry juice and ginger ale, please, she says.
Any particular reason for the mix? Is it craving?
Yes, but not youre thinking. Im going to close my eyes and pretend that its cranberry juice and vodka.
Cosmo? Hmmm... I murmur. Georgia, I say as my gaze darkens with wanton desire.

Christian! she chastises me in a low voice her eyes darting back and forth to Mrs. Jones who is putting away dishes an
the last container, she quietly walks away from the kitchen.
Well? I ask. Im a man with a healthy sexual appetite and Im lusting after my wife especially when shes referring to
I want you, but not right now.

Why not now? I ask, visibly tensing with her denial. Was I too harsh on her earlier? I bet I can change your mind, I c
Yes, you can, Mr. Grey. Easily. But are you forgetting that we are going to see Flynn?

Flynn can wait, I say leaning into her ear whispering. My eyes are wide, focused on her face. I watch her eyes soften a
slowly caresses over her top lip. She sets an intense and immediate fire within me which takes over my body, spreading
My cock is throbbing for her, ready to steal my wits.
I want to see Flynn. I might get better focused... after we see him.

I bet I can get your mind off of whatevers bothering you, I murmur. She sighs; pursing her lips, then bites her lower li

When you do that... I say as I slowly tug her chin to free her lower lip, then lean and kiss it. Taking it into the captivity
it. Finally I lick her lip to take the sting away. ...being inside you is all I can think about, baby, I murmur into her mout

travel up into my hair. Her fingers thread among the clumps of my hair, pulling me into her. I moan a deep guttural soun

Bed! she moans finally giving in and I swallow the sound of her voice with my kisses grinning. Finally pulling back, I

Have you forgotten that we have an appointment with Dr. Flynn? Come, lets go, I say standing up, extending my hand

What the hell? she asks. Did you not just turn me on full blast? Now youre leaving me hot and bothered! I hide a sm

Ill service you when we get back baby. Think how good it will be. Anticipation, Ana, is the key to seduction, I murmu
down and inhale her scent deeply once again.
She groans. Why on earth are you torturing us? she complains.Lesson number two, baby: Managing your urges. Can

different while you have an overwhelming, base, elemental desire to do something else? I pull her to her feet with enou

Hunger... I whisper as I kiss her nose. Thirst... I kiss the left corner of her lips. Lusssst... This time my voice is low
kiss the right corner of her lip. Unbearable urge to fuck... A sharp exhale and a desperate

whimper escape her lips. Anastasia and I are very in tune of each other. She responds to my body, the tone of my voice, t

I thought you said were going to Dr. Flynns, she says swallowing. One side of my lips curls up in semblance of a sm
my ever growing erection. I lock her hands behind her back, and rub my erection through the fabric of our clothes. She t
arm Im using to immobilize her hands. A groan of pure lust reverberates her throat as I lean down and nip and lick her e
I pull her back up and tug her behind me. Lets change and go see the good doctor, I
say with the intimate timbre of my voice, leaving my wife hot as if shes on fire.
Christian, its not fair! she complains as we reach our bedroom door.
What isnt fair Mrs. Grey? I ask innocently.

You know what! Youre leaving me hot and bothered! And dont act so innocent! she says frowning. I close the door b

Mrs. Grey, youre wounding my ego. Im merely trying to help you learn control. The lessons arent over yet. You want
ask challenging her.
Yeees! she says grunting. This time I grin in her response. I wont be able to focus, Mr. Grey!

Thats the point. I want you to learn to compartmentalize each and every feeling. Redirect your urges, and focus on som
Its only going to get worse!Yes, but you will be able to hold off. Thats what being provoked feels like. If you give
the expected reaction, theyll know how to goad you.

Its hard with you, Christian! she complains. I turn to her unexpectedly, picking her off the floor; I press her back to th
around my torso, and her arms snake around my neck. My cock is aching for her. This is punishing for me as well, but I
My mouth seals over hers with ferocious hunger. Were all tongue and lips. Every angulation and stroke of

my hip pushes into her. She softens and opens her legs up wider. Her arms fall behind me, scratching and clawing; trying

screaming at me to crawl inside her. Shes primed and ready to go. When I finally let her down, shes panting.

Christian, were you just teasing me? she asks.No, baby, I answer calmly, though I am barely restraining my urges.Y
worried, horrified even.I take her hand and place it on my straining erection.Does this feel like I dont want you, Mrs. G
N..n..no.. she stutters.
Good, because, I do! We have an appointment to get to. I just want you to be focused on that. She thinks about it for a

Its a hard lesson, Christian, she says pursing her lips. Control, baby. Control!And if I combust?Oh, I got a trick o
***** *****Were in the back of the SUV. I dont let go of Anastasias hand.

Ana, when you went to Kates wedding planner last week, who else was there with you? I ask. She looks at me quizzic
Kate, her mom and Mia. Why?

Anyone else? Did she have any of the bride maids with her at any time? Ana narrows her eyes and searches my face. T
tinge of jealousy as well. The kind of jealousy I would feel if my wifes name was mentioned in the same
sentence with another mans name. This revelation makes me happy of course, but I hide it.
Why the curiosity in Kates bride maids? she asks without giving an answer.

Because Welch discovered that the paparazzi leak that hounded you this morning came from someone who was present
the wedding planners when Kate was discussing your due date coinciding with her wedding. What else did you two talk

Christian, how did you know what we talked about? Are you having Sawyer eavesdrop on me? she asks. Her eyes drif
flush pink.

Jesus, no! I told you, it was Welch who found out. Sawyers job is your protection. Dont reprimand him for doing his j
assigned to do. There are two of you now, and I thought you would think the safety of our Blip above Kavanaghs... she
wedding plans. It isnt because her wedding is unimportant, baby. But somehow you end up being on the end that gets h
Kate told me that she refused the security measures you offered her. She said she
doesnt want to be like me, tailed and followed by security to have only the illusion of privacy.

Thats fine, but she has to be careful to not to blurt out our private information. Then well end up keeping her out of th
Christian, this wouldnt have been a big deal if I was Joses or Ethans wife, she says. I growl.
Jose or Ethan? I bellow. Is she goading me?
You know what I mean, she corrects herself.

No, Anastasia! I dont know what you mean. Explain to me how Jose or Ethan got into the conversation as the hypothet
a dangerously low voice.
Im sorry! I didnt mean it that way. It came to my mind first because thats what Kate
had said. The ball crusher makes her way into our relationship again!

Anastasia, I say lacing our fingers. Katherine Kavanagh doesnt have to deal with the consequences of what happens
that, she as your best friend who was devastated about you when you were in the hospital after Hydes attack would have
when that said friend is pregnant! I say with fervor. But the consequences of your actions and the actions of your frien
ends up falling on you on all three of us! Kate cannot possibly worry about you the way I do... Clearly... Because Im t
for Kate or anyone else to have opinions about my life, yours, and ours, but theyre not me, theyre not you, and theyre
worth a lot of money. When people want a piece of that, they will not stop at any means to harm you, or get their hands o
inflict harm on your and our child for a pack of cigarettes without any second thoughts! Its that simple. You become a m
wife and child to pay the consequences of those actions. I thought we agreed on that.

Yes, we did. Its just hard for me to comprehend that even an innocent conversation of my due date would bring some h
cant have girl time with my best friend, or enjoy what others of my age are enjoying, even simply being pregnant.

Baby, I thought being Christian Greys wife has countless benefits, I say with a lascivious smile, softly caressing her f
into my touch, her eyes closed. We just have to use a little more discretion. Now, tell me, who else was there, Anastasia

The wedding planner, two of her assistants, Mrs. Kavanagh and Mia. Sawyer waited at the door to give us privacy. Oh,
man in his early 30s. He was tall, well built, maybe in the military, but he didnt have the buzz cut Taylor or Sawyer had
us, but he might have been her boyfriend by the way he held her behind the wall. I grit my teeth in the amount of descri
paid this much attention to his appearance in the brief time shes seen him not to mention when she was with the loudmo
again.

Im not sure if I like it that you paid so much attention to another man, Mrs. Grey. And how would you know he was in
telltale signs of

the buzz cut?Because Im the daughter of an ex-army man who has been to combat. Its the way they walk, look at you
about to be ambushed. But he didnt stay long. He just nodded at us, and then he was busy fondling the wedding planned
Did he leave the building? I purr.

Your voice is so hot, you can melt wax, husband, she says pursing her lips, her eyes eat me up as if I am the desert, a b
My hand settles on her knee intimately, and then I squeeze it, slightly moving it up to her thigh. Her gaze follows the mo
swallows. Without lifting her gaze up she says, He left, but I couldnt tell you whether he left the building, or her showr
parking lot and parks. Both Sawyer and Taylor jumps off the SUV and open the doors for us. I get off the car immediatel
Anastasia, holding her hand. Lacing our fingers, I walk towards Flynns office door. A cool breeze courses over us, maki
Flynn opens the door to greet us with a warm smile.

Anastasia, how wonderful to see you! I hear congratulations are in order, he says extending his hand. Anastasia takes t
her own.
Hi Christian, he says and shakes my hand. Taylor, Sawyer, he says nodding at them.
Dr. Flynn, they both reply in unison.

Shall we? he says pointing in the direction of his warm, masculine furnished office. Ana and I sit in the dark leather so
put my right ankle on my left knee. My hand reaches to Anastasias and I hold her hand over my lap. Anastasia leans into
we settle on the sofa, fitting each other, reaching into one another. Ana smiles up at me.
I have not seen you in several weeks Christian. What would you like to talk about today?

Ana hasnt been feeling well. I was reluctant to leave her in that state, I say shrugging. John tilts his head to side. His f
pleased.Are you getting used to the idea of becoming a parent?
I shrug noncommittal. Whats not to get used to? Anastasia looks at me. Its my baby.

Yes, it is Anas and your baby, but thats not the question I asked. Are you getting used to the idea of becoming a parent

I take a deep breath. Anastasias pure attention and listening to me. I am getting used to the idea, in fact Im becoming p
Two pairs of eyes train on me.But what? Ana asks before the doctor.

But, sometimes, when Im working by myself in the middle of the night, I get this sudden fear that I would be a shitty f
move her hand out of mine. I hold it tighter. I turn my gaze with its full dark intensity onto her. When I feel that way, I
for being, then the fear dissipates. You anchor me, Ana.
I get angry if anyone refers to our baby even in the hypothetical belonging to someone
else, I say reminding Anastasia Kates words. I become extremely possessive. Its my baby. But it still doesnt change
genetic defect like the crack whore and fuck this childs future up by being as bad a parent.
Did you talk to Anastasia about your fears?
We talked. Some... I lean back, exhale loudly and look at the ceiling. The crack whore, Ella... that was her name, she
unqualified

doesnt even describe her incompetence. I know that some people just lack the ability... I turn to Ana then. You said th
I get that. I really do! But, then I read stories of women, mothers in Darfur or parts of Africa where I send food. Despite
mothers try to work miracles to care for their children, because I believe theres an inborn ability, a maternal, a parental g
passed that onto me? What if I disappoint you? I whisper, my gaze begging her to understand. Sometimes Im scared s
that out, you leave me? Youll make a perfect mother. Im not perfect, unfit. I have nightmares about that... I say my vo
and she wants to say something, but shes doing the talking with her eyes. Theres trust in them. Love, but not pity. I cou

Christian, I too have thought a lot about this, but I think I can give you a plausible answer. Neither one of us knows you
she lacked the maternal gene. She was an addict which takes the cognitive reasoning a person could have. Drugs are hard
her pimps have employed to keep her under their control. Yet, despite all the hardship, she didnt abandon you; she kept

But she did, John! When the going got though, she checked out! Left me with her damned dead body for four fucking d

Let us look at it from another point of view if you please. What would have happened had she survived? What would h
able bodied parents, sibling or other relatives if she had any?

Chances are they may have disowned her, or they may have been gone, she may have been ashamed for the point in life
can only speculate. She may have assumed that the kind of life she would end up leading you would be the kind of life s
mother, as attentive as a single working mother in her profession could be, shed still not be able to give you all you need
she could thrust you out of the life she was leading was by exiting her own. Parents are known to do the ultimate sacrific
and wont meet Anas or Flynns eyes.
As a young child, I had only glimpses of love, a moment here, a moment there. One single birthday cake: Chocolate. I
sometimes, shed let me brush her hair. And a few times, shes let me sleep with her.
Thats good, Christian.

Thats good? I ask incredulous. My voice is full of haughty derision. John, just a fucking handful of good memories i
many positive, joyful memories do your children possess in the course of a single week? Im not a wagering man, but Id
entire list. I loathed myself for a long time, because I was unworthy, unloved, and uncared for.

Christian, youre an adult now. Our reasoning, the way of our thinking is more complex. Our personalities are multifari
mom. All of us in this room discovered that your control issues have stemmed from the fact that you were unable to alter
her circumstances, and consequently you couldnt change her fate. Those were things that couldnt have

been accomplished by a four year old. I know you dont want to be like her; a failure in parenting. Ella didnt have a par
in general.
She left me! All alone John!
And yet, what you got with her departure is a set of loving parents, siblings, consistency, and love. As bad a tragedy as
life you now have. Her death triggered the set of events you couldnt have had otherwise.
Why couldnt she just give him up for adoption without suicide then, John? Ana asks curiously.

Would that lessen the feeling of abandonment, or increase it? Christian was already four years old. He knew the existen
give up their children change their minds. The adoption process is long. If she changed her mind in a weak moment, they
Dr. Flynn, are you condoning Ellas suicide? Ana asks incredulous.

No, Ana. I am examining the motives of a woman who has left a few clues as to how she was feeling. Analyzing the be
different things. Its a psychological reconstruct. It doesnt mean that what she did was right. It

merely means that her love was misdirected, misguided. Clearly, you behaved out of love for Christian, and your sister in
babys life in danger. In moments of desperation especially in Ellas situation where she had prolonged desolation, its ve
that was the only way to end her agony and save Christians future at the same time.
Its a lousy way to out, but, I get it, Ana says.
Dont get any ideas! I scold her.

You see Christian; our lives are not made up of genetics alone. Environment, circumstances, our own way of thinking a
testify to that end result. If youre looking for a self-fulfilling prophecy, Im here to tell you that the patterns youre look
broken them. You possess self-knowledge, and you have an intense desire to change. You told me that you want to be wo
capability, mental tools, means, and self-control to manage to be a good parent. Even seasoned parents like myself, have
come with a manual. Each one is different. But, lucky for us, they dont start out very complicated. For babies, toddlers,

children, the equation is quite simple. They are genetically designed to love you and be attached to you in the most prim
only wanting to reciprocate, be pulled to that baby who wants nothing but your arms.
Mine or Anas? I ask curiously. Dr. Flynn laughs.

Both. Although I am proud to say that my children prefer me to read to them and put them to bed over my wifes, but d
I think Christians main worry is that I will love him less, and Ill end up loving the baby more.
Hmmm... Are you worried about that Christian? John asks. I might be slightly worried about that... I say shrugging.
Do you love Elliot? Certainly.
How about Grace?I adore my mom. Wheres this going John?How about Carrick? he asks ignoring my question.
I love my dad.

At any moment, did you think the existence of your love for one individual in your family, diminished the love you hav
Of course not. I love them all. My love for each of them is different, but then the same.
Would you be able to choose between them, hold one of them above the other?

I think about it for a moment. My mom saved my life. My love and respect for her is immense. My dad accepted my mo
qualms. He
loves me, and has always been supportive of me except when I left Harvard. Each in their own way, love me, and I love

So it shall be with your baby. It will be like no other love. You will make room in your heart and your love for Ana will
you. I dont say anything. I dont buy into that idea just yet. The fact is Im terrified of losing time with Ana, or having
from me. But, I will think of that when the time comes.

Thank you John. I think thats my friend speaking, and not my shrink.
Sometimes what you need is a friend with the professional knowledge of a shrink, he says smiling.
We also need to talk about Anas fears, John.
You have fears about the baby? Dr. Flynn asks.
No, Dr. Flynn. I dont. Christian was referring to my fear of the paparazzi. Fear of losing my privacy, fear of not being
friend without it becoming tabloid news, fear of not being able to go out without security.

Are you worried that Christians way of life has too much control over yours? Her body tenses, and she pulls her hand
nervous. Is that what shes thinking? She glances at me nervously, then looks at Dr. Flynn.

Only months ago, I couldnt even envision this largesse or the voluptuary lifestyle Im living in. My husband... Christia
hand reaching out to my knee and squeezing. But beyond that, I love him with every fiber of my

being. Of course, he constantly reminds me that the abundance in his life is a package deal. Its part of who he is. I just w
More so now that were going to have a baby.
I lift my arm up and wrap it around her, pulling her into my embrace protectively.

Every life has its own difficulties Ana, whether you are under the radar or not. There are people who possess very little
because theyre simply under the radar, or we dont see them, but the general public only affords them terse, brusque, dis
People move over them quickly. As complex as their personalities may be, most people dont even

pay attention to them, and they are simply ignored as if they dont exist. Life is hard, very hard for them. That might as w
however created a life only few can dream about. Hes a brilliant man, larger than life. The life he created for himself wh
that creates envy, curiosity, distinction, and makes him beyond an aristocrat. Clearly a beautiful young wife, a baby on th
belongs to the 1% of the top 1% of the worlds wealthiest makes news even if he simply sneezes. What you and Christia
you do will impact big or small because people will be watching. Thats the other extreme end of the spectrum. It doesn
to develop a different set of skills to deal with those aspects of the particular life you two lead.

But, Dr. Flynn, youve never been ambushed by a group of paparazzi who implied that our baby might not be Christian
ever been with! Ana says fervently.
Ahhh... Now were getting someplace. Are you worried that the opinions or accusations of the paparazzi might change

A barely audible, yes, escapes her lips. Her response makes my jaw drop open. Christian? Your thoughts on Anas wo
times. I turn
to completely face my wife.

Ana, how could possibly think that? Did you actually think that the hound dogs of the gossip magazines would someho
them even try to hurt you in any way, I will make sure that the reporter who made the attempt never works again and tha
you will be punished so hard that it will be sold bit by bit to their enemies to never ever recover again! I dont

take any threat against you lightly, Ana! You know that. I say fervently as I lift her chin up and turn her face, forcing he
through her.

I know, Christian, she whispers.Ana, paparazzi isnt your only worry. Is it? Dr. Flynn asks. After hesitating, she resp
What else are you worried?
Ana looks at me, then turns back to John, shakes her head, remaining silent.
What? I ask. John opens his mouth to say something to me. I know where this is going.

Dr. Flynn, before you say something to send me outside the room, I want to hear what my wife is worried about. Clearl
directing the intensity of my gaze at her with wide eyes, my attention is fully on her. My both legs are now firmly plante
elbows on my knees. My hands reach out to hers, seeking her warmth, her connection. Baby, are you worried about my
you? I need to know, baby! She looks at me and then at John with wide eyes.
If it makes you feel more comfortable... Dr. Flynn starts.
John! I warn.

Christian, my office, my rules! he says raising his eyebrows. How gallant of you John! Anastasia pulls her hands out o
hands up in the air in exasperation.
Oh, for heavens sake! Both of you; keep your britches on! Im NOT scared that my

husband will hurt me. Im only worried that because of me, he will get hurt! That someone is trying or will try to get to h
of dealing with media, especially the gossip media. But I am learning, she says looking at me. But even if I was a pro
love with my husband, she whispers in a soft voice. I love you Christian Grey, fiercely, intensely, helplessly, unashame
events, especially this mornings ambush made me realize that some people will go to any lengths to hurt us

personally and publicly as if theyre on a Sunday picnic, as if their actions have no ramifications, and feel that its simply
and theyll hurt you through me.
Security... I start saying but she holds up a finger.

I also want normalcy, at least the illusion of privacy which is something I had not realized of it being a luxury for some
the unknown faces who wish you harm you. Thats what terrified me this afternoon in my nightmare.

What was your nightmare about, Ana? asks Flynn curiously. Her eyes widen again with fear. She takes in a shaky brea
squeezing me so tight, her knuckles are white. Dr. Flynns eyes assess her entire body language and he scribbles feverish
my eyes, seeking reassurance. My gaze in return softens. I shift on the sofa, and reposition my arm around her torso agai
lending my support. My other hand just holds hers on her lap, my thumb caresses her fingers soothingly.

I told some of my nightmare to Christian this afternoon, she starts. She swallows, then takes a shaky breath. I am wal
arches, Dorian columns into a painstakingly elegant, beautiful room. Then it turns into the Hall of Mirrors in Versailles.
decorated marble pilasters. Its ostentatious, splendid... But what is different is that the hall becomes a room with no exit
middle of the mirrored room. We are admiring her. You, she says emphasizing, are admiring her. Aphrodites face is al
our eyes, her belly starts growing, quite big actually. Your admiration of her changes to something of dislike first. Then w
turns into me. It was me. What I saw in Christian eyes, she says her voice barely audible, was disgust, disinterest, loss
place, with a marble base, grown belly, naked top. Then, I remember flashes. Blinding flashes. Thousands of them, ampl
pregnant, very undesirable image in the three hundred and fifty seven mirrors

reflected thousands of times. But the blinding camera flashes continue to come. Voices are loud, mocking, unknown. I ha

Abandoned. Then I feel pain, horrible pain like Ive never felt before. The Blip is trying to come out, she whispers takin
unblinking. Shes lost to her nightmare. She snuggles into me turning small, pulling her legs up under her. Her hands are
both her hands move to her belly protectively. Another shudder goes through her.

Then something horrible happens. A hand or hands cut me open. I feel the gush of blood, fluids amidst the flashes and m
Blip out of me. I hear one cry of the baby, a pained scream more like it. Then its gone. I cant move! she says her voice
I cant even scream. All I see is tears running down the expressionless marble face, and flashes... I have never felt so alo
crowd. So helpless. I felt the absolute loss of everything I loved. I wanted the flashes and the noises to cease. I wanted m
who was already taken by the unknown hands. I wanted to ask Christian to help me. He too was gone, too disgusted with
to... die... she whispers to my horrified
ears.

I think both Flynn and I look at her with the same shocked, gaping face. Neither of us is able to say a word to her. Johns
think hes the first one who clears his throat and makes an attempt to talk.
Is this the first time youve had such a nightmare?

Ive had the Versailles nightmare before where Christian walked away from me and disappeared, she murmurs withou
hand trained on her.
Did you know about her nightmare, Christian? Dr. Flynn asks.
No, a curtly reply comes out of me, without looking at Flynn. You only told me about the other nightmare.
You had another nightmare? Flynn asks.

I had the other nightmare first. I was too tired and fell back asleep, then I had this nightmare which completely scared m
Why didnt you tell Christian about your other nightmares before, Ana? Flynn asks.

Tell him? Dr. Flynn, all I wanted to do was to forget the nightmare, not firmly plant it into my mind by repeating its con
forget it. But of late, its been coming back to me with intensity, and after what happened this morning, I had this nightm
it. I was terrified, she says her breathing is rapid as if she just ran a marathon.

How about the desire to die? Is this a first in your nightmare? Is this limited to your nightmares? Do you have thoughts
immediately, looking at Anastasia, seeking the truth in the words shes going to utter.

Nooo! she says fervently. No thoughts of suicide! It was a first in my nightmare. I had never felt that emotion before.
everything I loved, she says looking at me while her hands are on her belly protectively. I have never felt the absolute
or walked away from me. I have felt the loss of my reason for being, she says her eyes brimming with unshed tears. I h
unblinking eyes look at my wife, and realize its me. Right in front of Dr. Flynns widened, surprised eyes, I pull Anastas
her tightly, inhaling her scent.

I will never let you go, Mrs. Grey. Do you think its that easy to get rid of me? You are my woman, and that is our baby
will cherish you still no matter how big your belly gets with our child. Got it? I whisper for her ears only. It gives me an
is causing all this trouble. She silently nods.

Ana, one more question... Flynn says clearing his throat. I let Ana sit next to me again on the sofa, but I dont let go of

Did the thought of death ceased once you woke up from your nightmare?

Once I oriented myself, realized it was a nightmare, something that was outside of my control, it dissipated like smoke.
am Dr. Flynn, but it emphasized that I had no control of the events around me, or what others do to me. When Christian
still continued to do what they were doing to me, mocking, laughing, taking pictures, and endless camera flashes. But th
singularly alone. Thats the worst feeling because it was amplified with the feeling of loss. Its thousands of times worse
heart and soul were ripped into shreds irrevocably. Her body shakes. Another shaky breath is inhaled. Then her voice go
Christian. I cant survive being without you, she
whispers.
Alone Celine Dion
Ana, it is unhealthy to think that you cant survive someone... Someone? I retort tilting my head.

Let me rephrase it. It is unhealthy to think that you cant survive Christian, he says. Love is a very strong emotion. B
the kind of emotions that should be filling your head with. Given that youre pregnant...
John, what is that a testimonial? I ask. Dr. Flynn sighs.

Christian, were only analyzing Anastasias nightmare, and we want Anastasia to have a healthy set of emotions. Her ho
distress. Coupled with her experience with the paparazzi, she is distressing. Ana needs reassurance and a break.

And that is professional opinion? John, emotion by definitions is a natural instinctive state of mind deriving from a pers
with others. Health is not always involved. Theyre subjective, conscious experiences and natural responses to those exp

Yet they can be harmful which is why its paramount that she learns to direct them in positive channels, and not let them
tendencies and definitely not lower her mental and physical defenses.
Agreed, I nod firmly.
How do I do that? Ana asks in a determined tone.

By knowing what something really is. You and Christian are news makers which makes other people curious. An attac
personal. They want money, and only a sensational story can make that happen because of that public curiosity in the liv
the reason to pursue you more by reacting to their accusations in the way they expect you to. Your defense against them
learn how to deal with it. Your fears will only make them goad you more.
Understand that each and every person has fears and worries. None of us is immune to

them. We have no guarantees in life. But the effects of those fears, phobias that finally infest our dreams can be lessened
and not letting them overrun us by simply by understanding why we are afraid. It wont happen overnight, but it will hap
was in the hospital. You didnt have any control of what happened to him, or how his body responded to treatment. You a
provided him with the best medical care that was available, and let his body do the rest. The fact is, a lot happens

out of our control as Christian found out when you got pregnant, and when you were attacked by Hyde, he says a shudd
walked over my grave.

How do you intend to deal with it? he asks Anastasia. Are you going to let outsiders to take control of your life and e

control in your own hands? You cant control how others behave, but you can control how you react, he says raising his
Anastasia nods.
I wont let outsiders control my reactions, replies Anastasia.
Good. Id like to see you both again, soon, Flynn says with a smile. We stand up to leave.
Christian, may I have a word with you privately? he murmurs.
Sure, I reply curiously. Worry washes over me, drenching my soul. What is wrong?
Sting ft. Stevie Wonder - Fragile

CHAPTER XVII
TOTAL SURRENDER
Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them
all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge are all founded on lust.
Marquis De Sade
Wait for me by Taylor and Sawyer baby, I say letting her out of Flynns office. She looks at me with
worried eyes. I give her a reassuring smile. Once she walks out, I close the door behind her. The smile is
gone from my face. My eyes harden, determined, cold shards of ice.

Whats wrong John?

I like you to keep an eye on Anastasia. Her emotions seem fragile. She has had intense events plague her
life recently and her cup may just be full. Meeting you, introduction to your life style, getting married,
getting pregnant, her fathers accident, getting kidnapped, near death experience, and now the paparazzi
hounding her...
Are you trying to say, Im too much for her, that Im the cause of the problems plaguing my wife?
No, Christian. Life happens. Going by what you have relayed me about Ana, if she hasnt met you, she
might have been raped by her friend, Mr. Rodriguez after a drunken stupor. She would still get a job at
SIP, and she might have been abused by her former boss and without a protector, she might have been
trapped not knowing how to deal with him. Worse yet, she might have been like one of the other
assistants who ended up on a sordid sex tape. Her father would still have the car accident, and she may or
may not have gotten him the best care. Those things would still have happened with very undesirable
outcomes. And as for pregnancy, unprotected sex leads to pregnancy. She could have gotten pregnant
either by Mr. Rodriguezs assault or her boss. All pregnancy takes is one unprotected sex, and as you can
attest to it, even protected sex may result in pregnancy, he says and rage washes over me like hot,
scalding water, bringing me to the brink of no control. All he said is true. The thought that my wife could
have been the victim of numerous misfortunes or attacks by people near her angers me to no end.
What Im saying is that all these events could still have happened; and without the help of someone like
you who can teach her how to take charge of her life or without your protection, she may have come out
unscathed, but that is unlikely given the circumstances. Youre in a position to do that without
overwhelming her. Anastasia is a very strong woman. One of the strongest women Ive known, but
pregnancy, especially the first pregnancy can overwhelm a woman physically and emotionally. Several

hormones are introduced during pregnancy and some are going to be higher levels which will give her
mood swings, depression, sleep disturbances, changing in eating habits, inability to concentrate, morning
sickness and a whole list of other things. I need you to give her a sense of control...
I cant lax the security if thats what you are asking given the hounding shes been getting from
paparazzi and reporters.
Im not asking you to let go of the security measures youve put in place to keep her safe. But we each
want to be in charge of most aspects of our lives. Even if it is the illusion of control of her choices, give
her that, to help lessen her fears.
I not curtly, wordlessly. I have some ideas. I will teach her to be in control, at least of her own body and
mind.
Anything else? I ask.
Yes. Leila has been calling. She wants to come to west to visit couple of her friends during
Thanksgiving break. She said she will have time off from school then. She wants to know if its alright
with you to come this way.
Absolutely not! Thats all I need after all this paparazzi shit! If she even tried to get close to Ana at
work, or outside someplace, do you know what it would do to her? Or that knowledge of an ex by the
paparazzi! They can even make it out like Im looking for an old fling because my wifes pregnant.
Christian, no one knows that you have exes. As far as anyone is concerned, youve been a confirmed
bachelor. Even if Leila was to get close to Ana, they could just assume she is a friend of hers.
Not likely, John. I cant take the chance. I gave her the ultimatum, and Im not backing down. One foot
to the west of Mississippi, and all the help is cut off. Nothing! Zip! Nada! I mean it. No one, nothing,
ever will jeopardize Anastasia ever again.
Alright. Ill relay that information to her.
How is her progress? Have you spoken to her doctor?
Her school is giving her a sense of normalcy, a routine. Shes near her parents and from what I hear,
theyre loving, caring parents. Her doctor thinks that her progress is on target. Ive asked the reports after
her request. Shes still in love with you, and I told her I didnt recommend her to come near you, or keep
in touch with you. That would be taking several steps back from her progress, and she needs to move
forward. She may not be ready to find someone else just yet. She still has a lot of healing to do from her
loss. I think, if she comes near you, or gets in touch with you, the contact may regress her. We dont want
her to transfer her emotions from her grief to translate into feelings for you which clearly will not help
her to heal and move forward.
But, if she only intends to visit her friends, I dont see problems with that.
John, I told you, I cant take the chance. She will never come near my wife even if I have to force her to
remain on the other side of the country. I have not forgotten the gun
she pulled on my wife! I have not forgotten how she freak Mrs. Jones out by opening up a vein. Ive not

forgotten how she freaked me out by coming to Anastasias work, and she deliberately ignored my orders
to talk to her! No! I know my wife. She will not listen. And I also know Leila who can be very
mischievous, and I realize its also manipulative even if its because shes in love with me. So, my answer
is a definite NO. She may not take half a step the Mississippi! If I hear it from any of my security detail,
or anyone with ears on the ground, the help is GONE! I mean it! You saw my wife. You just told me what
a fragile state she is in. Do you think Id let anyone to add to that?
Its your decision, Christian. I will relay the information, and tell her to stay in the east coast.
Thank you.
Remember to bring Anastasia in, soon. I want to see if theres any improvements to her nightmares. She
needs you, Christian.
I know. Ill do everything in my power to keep her safe.
Thats not enough. You need to provide the tools for her that she can do that on her own. When you have
children, you dont walk for them, you dont eat for them, you dont do the learning for them. You can
however teach, and provide the tools for the person to learn or improve the skills. All you have to do is to
teach her, because youve been dealing with media for a long time and give her the tools to deal with
them. She will surprise you. Shes a remarkable woman, Dr. Flynn says.
That she is John. Shes outstanding. Her strength takes my breath away. Thank you, John, I respond.
See you next week then if you have time, he says extending his hand which I take gladly.
***** *****

The ride to home is silent. Were each lost in our thoughts. Im determined more than ever to teach her
how to be in charge of the fuckers who swarm around her. Taylor drops us off in front of the elevators.
Sawyer rides up the elevators with us. I hold her hand in mine firmly as if to reassure her I wont ever
walk away from her, or let someone else to pluck her away from me. When the elevator doors ding open,
we step out into the foyer of our apartment. I dismiss Sawyer then turn to my wife trapping her both with
my gaze and with my body.
Are you tired or unwell? I ask.No, I took a long nap, remember? she replies smiling expectantly.

Good. I want you to go to the playroom, baby. And I want you to kneel by the door with only your
panties on, I murmur lasciviously. Her eyes brighten, her breath catches.
Youre not teasing me like you did earlier, are you? she asks suspiciously.
No. No games. Well, not until we get to the playroom, anyway.
Are we going to continue our lessons? she asks hopeful.
Perhaps. Depends if youre up for a challenge, I say offhandedly. Are you up for a challenge Mrs.
Grey? Do you think you can handle it?
I thought Ive proven this afternoon that I could handle any challenge you can dish out at me, Mr. Grey,
she responds.
Yes, but what I have in mind is something weve never tried before. We are going to do anal play... That
is if you think you can handle it. Ive told you before baby, Im going to claim your delectable derriere
and tonights the night, I whisper licking the shell of her ear. She closes her eyes in pure please.
Yes... sir, escapes her lips.
Good girl, I say pulling her lush mouth to mine. Every nerve ending is alert on my body. When I pull
her sumptuous body, her breasts still growing with pregnancy press into my body. Having a glimpse into
her mind and knowing how deeply she loves me, profoundly affect me. Barely controlling my shaking
hands, I pull her closer to me, still.

I want you to kiss me, I order. I could kiss her for days, but I want her to take the initiative. Show me
the depth of her craving for me; take what she needs of me at this moment, because shes going to
relinquish that freedom momentarily. She bites her lower lip first, then places tender kisses across my
eyelids, making me groan. The fever from her touch heats my blood, and burns me. Her feather light
kisses continue down to my cheek, my jaw line, and the corner of my lips.
Do you have any idea, what Ive gone through in the last hour when I found out the depth of your
fears? I whisper with agony, closing my eyes. Anastasia licks the corner of my mouth.
Perhaps you understand how I feel knowing your fears of losing me, Christian, she says drifting her
tongue across my lips.
I didnt like it. I know my own fears. I couldnt bear it if you had similar torments.
Dont you want me to share my fears? she asks as she nips at my throat. I groan. My erection jerks
between her legs.
Dont toy with me, Ana. You know I want you to tell me everything. I crave to know everything that
goes through you beautiful head! I want to know your desires, wishes, fears, wants. I want know them so
fully and want to possess you so completely, even though youre my wife, and mine alone, I still want to
ruin you for any other man who has eyes for you. I know that this isnt what the good doctor likes to hear.
Maybe its not what you want to hear... I say as her tongue trails up my throat. But Im a man

possessed by his wife, in love with her so completely, isnt it only fair that I get to reciprocate?
Her lips continue to tease me. I groan, and cut her ministrations with a hard kiss which she returns with
equal ardor. Her body soft and hot, fitting into mine like a glove. My tongue swirls greedily and urgently
in her mouth. Her hands travel into my hair, twisting and pulling. I lift her body up and tilt her head to
better seal my mouth over hers, caressing her lower lip, catching it between my teeth, sucking and
nipping it. Then I lick with my tongue gently to soothe the sting.
By the time we break the kiss, were consumed in each other, oblivious to our surroundings. I notice
Taylor stealthily move away from the foyer, and retreat into his office. Anastasia doesnt even realize his
presence.
Id risk everything for you. I love you, Anastasia Grey. Are you ready for the challenge I have I have in
mind for you?
Nothing from my hard limits?
Of course not! Ana, this is not about breaking you down, or disregarding your limits. But I want to us to
explore your limits and teach you control over your body and your mind. Lesson continued... Did you
like the earlier lesson?
Yes! she breathes.Yes, what? I chastise her with a slap on her buttocks. Yes, sir!Now, go to the
playroom.And she leaves the foyer with excitement.
***** *****

When I enter into the playroom, Anastasia kneeled down by the door. Her chestnut hair falling in a thick
curtain over her breasts full of shinny luster, creating a heavenly vision. Her head is cast down. Her
fingers splayed on her knees. I dont speak to her. I walk towards the wall with the cabinet where I have
my suspension ropes contained. I dont want to suspend Anastasia, but I want to restrain her, make her
feel completely helpless so not only she surrenders her body to me, but she learns to take possession of
her own mind, and consequently her own body, controlling them both. Im still shaken
that she hid the contents of her nightmares from me. I need her to surrender to me willingly. I want her to
completely, absolutely, wholly, utterly trust me with her mind and body, letting go of her fears and
worries, trust me that when she lets me take over the problems that are worrying her, I can protect her,
make the problems go away so she can finally breathe, and relax.
I unlock the narrow cabinet. There is an assortment of ropes neatly and innocently hanging inside. I
choose the six millimeter red nylon rope. Its good for beginners, doesnt chafe, can get slightly loose
when used for longer periods, or as the person moves. I want her to understand what it means to
completely surrender, lose all the senses except for smell and touch, yet by the loss of all senses, Id be
opening up the doors to a whole set of new senses. Technically, Anastasia is still an anal virgin. Just using
the butt plug and the pinkie doesnt count. I want to fully claim her ass tonight, and give her a very
important lesson in control and surrender.
I dock the iPod into the stereo next. Set the song I want to use in the scene, and tuck the remote in my
back pocket. Then taking the headphones with the attached antenna to receive the music feed from the
stereo in my hand, I walk to the butt drawer. I take the two toys Id like to utilize from the drawer.
Satisfied with the choices, I close the drawer. Then I take three other toys, and grab the scented bottle of
oil. And now the toys for the scene I want is complete. I take them to the table, and line them up
carefully. I spare a quick glance at Anastasia. Shes waiting patiently, but I think her legs got sore sitting.
She tries to shift her position inconspicuously. Her breathing seems to be rapid with her rising
expectation. I slowly pad my way to where Anastasia is kneeling. I can feel her gaze drift to my bare feet.
Shes drinking the sight in.

You may look at me Anastasia, I order. Her eyes slowly glide up my jean clad legs to the top of my
jeans with the single undone button, then rising up on my naked torso. Her eyes halt over my abs then

over my chest, my lips and finally coming to rest on my eyes. She looks anticipative. Her lips part with
sudden desire, and a soft exhale exits her lips. I extend my hand to her.
Do you have any idea how delectable you look Mrs. Grey? I ask her, my lips only a breath away from
her ear. Her nipples pucker as if a cold breeze ran over them. Theyre taut and eager for my touch. She
shakes her head, unable to speak a word.
Turn your back, I order.

Yes... she says at first, but she immediately amends herself, yes, sir. I hide a smile. I part her hair in
three parts and braid it quickly and tie the end. Giving it a good tug, I pulled her head back and kiss her
with velvety soft licks deep in her mouth priming her. Anastasia moans in my mouth.
Hush now, I murmur as I cup her breasts, kneading them.
Do you know what I planned for you tonight? I say. No, sir.
Were going to try something new that we havent done before. Were going to do rope play and Im
going to claim you ass completely, I explain.
Will it hurt, sir?
Ive tied you up before, and youve been cuffed, and have been effectively immobilized numerous
times. This is a different form of restraint, but it is extremely sensual. It requires your full... I walk
around her to face me, complete... I caress her face, trust, I whisper. Trust that I will test your limits
while caring for you, and take you to the peaks of pleasure you didnt know existed, I murmur.

It will be intense. And Im going to cut you off from your auditory senses. I will blindfold you. I will
push your limits each time, and you will learn to master your body. Learn to feel without relying on your

eyes and your ears. Are you ready, Anastasia? I ask. She nods, dazed. I swat her behind hard. She yelps.
Yes, sir, she mutters.I hold the red nylon rope to her.Touch it, I say. She lifts her hand up to caress the
25 long rope. I another set of ten feet which I will use for your legs.Wont this be enough for all?
No, baby, it wont. Ill be using this up in no time, from here, I run my index fingers in the oppose
direction over her shoulders, ...to here, I say cupping her sex. She closes her eyes, inhaling sharply.
Im going to use this rope to wrap it around your torso. Its called karada in Japanese. Its quite easy to
tie. Its the basic rope harness. Itll take me about fifteen minutes to tie it. But first, lets get rid of this, I
say running my hand over the lace of her panties.

I kneel before her and slowly lower her panties running my hands down sensually, giving her a sensory
taste. When the panties pool down around her ankles, I let her walk out of them. Then I slowly run my
hands up her legs. Reaching up the junction of her thighs, I inhale her scent deeply as I hold her buttocks
in my palms. An involuntary shudder goes through her. I dip my tongue between the folds of her
blooming sex, tasting her juices. Sealing my lips over her clitoris, I suck. Hard. She moans in a deep
husky sound as she holds my shoulders for support. My tongue swirls and tastes her. Finally I pull out,
leaving her wanting more, and abruptly rise to my feet to catch her face in my hands, and let her taste her
arousal within my kiss. Pulling her body closer to me, I run my straining erection under my jeans.
When I let her go, I hold the rope up again. Completely breathless, she eyes the rope.
Fifteen minutes, sir?

Yes. It would normally take me about seven minutes, but I want to enjoy the process, and I want you to
enjoy it. This is completely new for you. Are you ready Anastasia? I ask.
Yes, sir, she says blinking. I find the center point of the rope which I drape around the back of my
wifes neck. Then I bring the ends of the rope around one another three times which I will use to create
three diamonds to create the rope harness. I then bring the two ends of the rope between her legs as I rub
over her sex in the process and then up and apart on the other side in the back. I wrap each end of the
rope around her hips and then through the lowest twist in the front. But, I make sure I dont pull the rope
tight because as I work my way up, it will get tighter. I work my way around the front and through the
twist doing the same thing one more time.

Are you comfortable? I ask as she watches me work the rope expertly. I can see the curiosity in her
eyes, and the unspoken jealousy because I have done this to other women. I have longed to do it to her. I
love rope play, but I have never enjoyed it as much as I do now.
Yes, sir. Its stimulating my clitoris as you are working your way up here, she points down with her
head.
Im going to bring the ends of the rope behind you, and then back around your front, and then tie it
here, I say pointing beneath her arms.
Yes, sir, she responds excitedly. The rope wraps beneath and above her breasts emphasizing the
growing mounds. I cant help but run my hands over them, and make sure that the ropes caress over her
breasts as well. Each touch elicits a sharp intake of breath from her, making her close her eyes to savor
the sensation.
You look simply sensational, baby! I say admiring my handiwork. I take the rope around her front, and
through the topmost twist, then back around behind her again. And on her back I just wrap the ends of the
rope around the part where it loops around the back of her. I love this technique because the web I created
is quite useful in making handles for grabbing, twisting and pulling.
Im not restricting me, sir. Its like a very sexy, revealing outfit. Whats the ropes function?
I smile without a response. Shell find out soon enough. My only response is pulling her handling the
weave right under her breasts, and sealing my lips over hers in a loud,

demanding kiss. After releasing her, Anastasia, I want you to go to the wall, and fetch me the riding
crop, I order. She looks at me confused. Now! I command.
Yes, sir, she replies and goes to the far wall to get the leather riding crop. As she moves, she feels the
rope moves against the sensitive parts of her body, stimulating her sex, creating movement against her
inner thighs and buttocks, waking up her nerves buried beneath the layer of fat. The affects are even more
stimulating after spanking. She comes back with the riding crop, and lifts it up to hand it to me; shes
already flushed with stimuli.
Now, kneel on the bed, I order, and she climbs on top of the four poster bed, kneeling.
Im going to frog tie your legs which will completely restrict your legs bending them on the knee, and
will force you to remain on your knees, baby, I whisper. I take a new piece of rope, the ten footer and
wrap with the karada and bring it down on her legs. Passing it under her leg and up around her leg.
This is going to be very restricting baby. But I want you to surrender yourself to me. I will teach you
how to experience... completely experience and prolong your pleasure. That is only achieved with greater
control. Do you understand Anastasia? She nods her head. I slap her buttocks.
Yes, sir, she responds.
You look like a goddess, baby. I am completely turned on, by this sight of you! I say in awe.

I will eliminate your senses one by one so that you solely focus on feeling, tuning into my bodys cues
for you. The last sense you will lose is hearing. Im going to blindfold you now, I whisper near her ear,
nipping her earlobe. I take the blindfold and cover her eyes. After shes blindfolded, Open your mouth
baby, I order. She obeys immediately.
Im going to put these into your mouth to lubricate them. What are they, sir? she asks.
Anal beads, I reply as she accepts the graduating sizes of silicone beads into the wet warmth of her
mouth.
Now, give me your hand, I order. She extends her hand out. I put the nipple clamps into her palms,
making her feel them. These are adjustable. I think you can graduate to these, I tell her. I will not
make them very tight, but tight enough to push you to your sensory limits. She exhales her breath through
the beads, and nods. I lean in and capture a nipple into my eager mouth and suck it deeply. Then I take
the other nipple

between my fingertips, rolling it. I pinch her painfully tight nipples making a groan escapes her lips. She
arches her back, thrusting her breast further into my mouth. I tease her nipple, nipping it with my teeth,
and then suckle it with long, drawing pulls. Anastasia moans, completely seduced by my desire for her. I
take her other nipple into my mouth, and suckle it as I place the nipple clamp over the free nipple while
shes still writhing under my tongue. Finally I place the remaining clamp over the nipple that tightened
and elongated begging for more attention within my mouth. I tug the chain that is connecting both the
clamps after both nipples are secured.
I stand back and finally turn the iPod on where forty different heavenly voices rise one after another in
the Spem in Alium by Thomas Tallis. Anastasias head comes up when she hears the sound.
Spem in Alium Thomas Tallis
Hiding a smile, I pour the scented oil in the middle of my palm and start rubbing around her buttocks and
anus. I pull the handles Ive created, lifting her buttocks up in the air, forcing her on her knees. Spreading
her legs apart, she supports herself on her elbows. My fingers glide over her slit, stroking the lips of her
sex. Then I insert the oiled pinkie into her anus gently, circling, softening her.
Ill take the beads now, I say and take them out of her mouth. Theyre warm and lubricated. I still put
two drops of oil in my palm and run the beads through the warm oil. Finally, massage the rim of her anus
again, coaxing, softening and gently insert the beads into her.

Anastasia, you will feel like you are under a sexual siege. Im going to dominate and take over all of
your senses. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. Do you understand that?

Yes, sir.Now, Im going to gag you.

Gag? Soft limit, she reminds me.
I remember. But, do you think you can try it baby? Can you fully trust me and what my body can give
you? Can you handle the loss of all senses to make way for the senses Im going to open up for you? I
ask gently rubbing her exposed sex. This is what total surrender is, and in return I will teach you to have
total control of your mind and your body by controlling multiple sensations. You will be experiencing
pleasures youve never had before, and I will teach you how to be one body with me at the peak of your
pleasures, baby. Do you think you can handle it?
Yes, I can, sir, she says, her voice breathy. Her body adjusts, and her sex glistens with her cream in
anticipation.
I showed you how the gag works before. You will clamp your teeth on it. You can still breathe through
it, baby. If you dont like it, shake your head, and Ill take it off. But try it first. Lets try the total
surrender first, I instruct. I want her to find the mental space to get to when she cant use words to
respond malicious intent like the paparazzi attack and connect with me when verbal communication isnt
possible. I want her to learn how to draw strength from me. She couldnt do that when she was faced the
paparazzi. She couldnt speak or respond. I want to show her the place in her mind she can climb where
she can have nearly absolute control of how she reacts when all the external
sensories are shut down or overwhelmed. She cant achieve that if she does not practice and I intend to
overwhelm all of her pleasure senses while restricting her body completely, pushing Anastasia to her very
limits in her carnal desires.
Think how you couldnt respond even when you had the power of speech. After I put the gag on, Im
going to place the headphones which will receive the music from the iPod. Finally, I will cuff your
elbows to your bent ankles. The cuffs will force you on your elbows, your buttocks presented and your
legs spread. What a magnificent vision, you are already, Anastasia! Simply breathtaking! I say rubbing
her buttocks.
All we all clear so far, baby? Yes, sir.
This will get very... I say running my hand over her side as I whisper in her ear, ...very... I lick the
shell of her ear as a moan escapes, her tilting her head back to my shoulder, ...very... I trail kisses down
her throat, ...very intense. I inhale her scent closing my eyes, running my nose shoulder to shoulder. I
have longed for the absolute, singular connection with you, Anastasia, I murmur. When all the external
senses are shut down, you will only be in tune with me, baby... my front is to her back. I run my
fingertips over her arms. A shiver goes through her body.
I have never desired anyone, or anything as much as I desire you right now, Anastasia. You are the love
of my life, my soul. I yearn for our souls to connect. Can you give me that baby?
Yes... she responds in a husky lascivious voice.

Good girl. Now, if you want me to stop, tap with your hand, I say holding her right hand up in mine,
...three times, And Ill stop. Im your husband, your lover, and not your dom. But, we are testing your
limits, so its important that I know when youve reached your limits. I will be tuning into her body as
well, feeling, listening, and connecting. I want our connection to be so perfect, very deep and infinitely
intense.
Open your mouth, and when I put the ball in your mouth, I want you to clamp your teeth on it, I order.
Yes, sir. Once she clamps on the ball, I secure it on the back of her head.
I place her on her back and secure the leather cuffs to her elbow and to the corresponding knee.
Oh, baby! You are ravishing! A sumptuous morsel, I murmur. Holding through the webs I weaved over
her body, I quickly turn her over and lift her buttock up in the air. She is now supporting herself on her
elbows and her knees.
Remember, three taps, I say caressing her right hand, as I lean over her. Time for the headphones,
Ana, I say and put the headphones cutting her last sense to the outside world aside from touch. I take the
riding crop and run it across the length of her body, awakening the only sense she has to the outside
world.
Mozart Requiem
I take the remote control out and switch the song to Mozarts Requiem. Its the unexpected. Anastasia
shifts forming a triangle from her elbows to her hands. Her legs are forced apart because her elbows pull
the frog tied legs. I run the riding crop between her thigh, over her pubic bone, and finally between the
fold of her sex,

spreading the folds expertly with the tip of the riding crop. I rub her with the tip in a leisurely back and
forth glide. Her sex is slick with her juices, insatiable for only what I can give her. A muffled mewl
escapes her throat behind the gag.I stroke her sex, back and forth, spreading the cream into the fold, and
back to her anus, slowly, tantalizingly. Then leaning in, I hold her buttocks and thighs with my hands, and
gift her sex with a lovers kiss, primitively, pushing my tongue inside her, stroking her inner walls. My
tongue is embraced by the inner walls of her pussy like a sex starved lover. The torment of climbing the
peak but keeping it at bay only to prolong and intensify the end result is also the pleasure. I wont rest
until every part of her body feels the sensation. When I feel the contractions building up, I pull back. Her
sex is drenched in our comingled juices. I take the riding crop again after running it over her sex, I start
raining small flicks over her buttocks, thighs, and sex, utilizing the ropes pressure point of her body to
further stimulate her giving her senses a workout. I make sure that I dont land the riding crop on the
same spot, but I land the flicks without an established pattern. That way her body doesnt know what to
expect, where to expect; this is the best way to get most of her erogenous zones to be stimulated.
I then hold the loop at the end of the anal beads and pull it out one bead at a time slowly in between the
flicks. Anastasia tilts her head back in accumulated pleasure. I slowly push the beads back, one bead at a
time. She cant close her legs without pulling her arms. When I feel her sex building up for an orgasm, I
stop and squeeze her buttock with my left hand reminding her to hold, savor, escape to a higher level of
consciousness and let the pleasure build up for a bigger impact. She takes a deep shaky breath,
shuddering. Her bottom is pink, blood collected, ready for an intense orgasm anytime Im up to deliver it.
This is the ripe time to utilize the Hitachi wand. Shes primed. I take the wand and toy with her clit,
providing a constant stimulation while pulling the beads in and out.

A muffled please! comes out Anastasia. I drop the wand and quickly divest my jeans springing my cock
free, and plunge deep into my wife. The primed, creamy walls of her sex sucks the head of my cock,
pulling it deep, as if shes starved for my cock. I pull her to me by weaved web of ropes. This way they
awaken all the nerves in all of her erogenous zones the rope is touching: her breasts, underarms, groin,

hips, buttocks, thighs. As she attempts to writhe beneath me, the base of my cock kisses the opening of
her sex. I pull the anal beads, just one bead at a time, and insert it back at the same time as my cock
plunges into her. My balls tighten and slap her clitoris with each plunge, stimulating her, priming her for
the quadruple orgasm I am intending to give her simultaneously. I pull my cock back to the tip. Its
coated in our juices from the engorged tip to my large base.
I pull on the weaved ropes on her back, making Anastasia gasp as her sweet sex parts and I encircle her
clitoris with the pad of my middle finger. Then pull my cock back to the tip when I feel her reaching her
peak, her toes curling before my eyes, her head arching back. I pull away my finger and let my balls do
the slapping of her clit. As Anastasia reaches her climax when my cock is deep inside her tissues, fighting
to claim every burning inch of me, I pull her nipple clamps, releasing her nipples of their

captivity. A deeply pleasured moan escapes her as she pushes her buttock to accept my cock further in. In
her mid-orgasm, I pull the anal beads out. And closing my eyes, I slam into her again and again. Letting
her waves of orgasm claim me, and go into a frenzy to suck me dry. The first spurt of semen shoots out of
my cock thick and hot into my wifes sex. With a flex of my cock, I pull out and place my cock over her
throbbing anus, and slowly insert my cream and semen covered erection into her ass inch by inch. The
slick thickness of my cock slides into her anus like a custom made glove. I seat myself to the hilt inside
her. The pulses going through her thickens my cock again, and slowly I push in and out of her ass,
claiming my wifes derriere. Her anus hugs my length, my balls slapping onto her clit again, eliciting
another orgasm. She pushes back into me, and with the way she positions her body, she is asking me to
hold just at that angle.
I hold. She managed to communicate with me even when all her sensories were shut down. With a swivel
of my hips I stroked the point she wants pleasured with the throbbing tip of my cock. She moans again.
Our bodies are covered with sheen of sweat. The sound of my balls hitting onto her sex, the rhythmic

strokes of my cock over and over again on the deep spot inside her, the smell of our united scents, the
musky scent of sex, intoxicating, the moans of Anastasias pleasure only spurs me further. I close my
eyes, and I see her in my mind, smell her, the sounds of ecstasy spilling from her lips are always in my
mind, even when Im working. At this moment, we are one, body and soul. Her anus eagerly suckles my
cock, and this time we reach our peak together, finally spilling every drop of semen flooding her. My
eyes roll in the back of my head, and were lost in one another again.

When my nerves connect with my brain again, I pull out of her and semen spills with the vacuum left

behind my cock. I quickly undo the ties, and unbuckle the cuffs confining my wife. I rub her legs
encouraging circulation. Next, I take off the ball gag, and finally her blindfolds.
Welcome back, I murmur with a warm gaze. How was that for total surrender?
Kinkiest fuckery I ever had, she says with awe in her gaze. And it was simply heaven, she adds with
heavy lids, yawning.
Just hold me now, husband.

Yes, maam. I say and wrap my arms around her torso, spooning her. Her hands go to her belly, and
mine covers hers, protecting the life we created together; our baby.
Muse - Can't Take my Eyes off of You

CHAPTER XVIII Love and Marriage

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Joan Crawford

It has been nearly three days since weve had an appointment with Flynn, and three days since my attempt to teach Anas
was the scariest, yet one of the most sensual experiences we have both have experienced by far.

I dont know if I would try it at this intensity again. I wouldnt have attempted had I not been freaked out with the bewild
creek without a

paddle look on her face when I asked her to wait for me with Taylor and Sawyer in Flynns office shook me to my core.
if one of us is despair, it puts the other one on a tail spin.
Im Lost Without You - Sting

Anastasia has enjoyed her experience despite my fears, but she added that she could try it again without the ball gag, upg
And that was the kinkiest fuckery shes ever had which apparently was beyond life affirming, assuaging all of my distres
alarming about the paparazzi ambush and harassment. Teaching Anastasia how to deal with them is not enough; their att
its Welchs job to determine that. He said he has some information to share. Worrying about what his findings might be
kind of scenarios are running through my head and none of them are good. I pace my study a few times, wearing a virtua
the floor to ceiling window, I gaze into the distance

without seeing. Finally the orange lights of the approaching sunset in the sliver of the horizon behind the cityscape bathe
something inside of me. Welchs supposed to be bringing me a file and discuss the findings, and hes not here yet. There
at my study.
Is Welch here? I ask tersely.

No, sir. I wanted to discuss something else before he got here. I nod to give him a go ahead. Taylor clears his throat. L

nervous which usually doesnt show on his face. He takes a deep breath and looks up at me.
Whats in your mind Taylor? I ask as I sit in my chair.

Mr. Grey, as you know we have nine days left to my wedding. I wanted to discuss the security for the wedding I have a
how your daily security would be handled in my absence.
Youre taking full two weeks, right? I ask.
Gail and I decided that that we can honeymoon a week then when things are calmer, we can just take another extended
that Gail gets her two full weeks off.

We can manage in your absence Taylor. Take the time off. Its your honeymoon for Gods sake! I chide him. I dont wa
honeymoon in half. My former self wouldnt know the difference, but since Ive had an amazing honeymoon with the lo
to the two of the best employees Ive got. Have things got so tangled up lately that head of my security doesnt feel com
full honeymoon? Fuck! Lately,

my fuckeduppedness is catching up with all of us and I dont want this to become the story of my life. These problems h
later.
The Book of my Life - Sting

No, sir. I am in constant contact with Welch as well as Mr. Pella. I think its best that we take one week off. Ryan and S
other security on board in my absence. Welch has sent me a few candidates. I will look them over and recommend you tw
How about the additional female security detail for Mrs. Grey?

I have examined a few candidates bios. Theres one ex-Secret Service who guarded one of the first ladies who is curren
with high recommendations from Welch and Pella both. She protected a particularly picky first lady who was very much
her job but also gave the first lady as much freedom of movement as her station would allow while protecting her from c
Why did she leave the Secret Service if she was very good at her job?

When theyre very good at their jobs, theyre noticed by well-paying private security. She wouldnt leave her position f
but Mr. Pella is an expert in luring the best of the best.
Is she still on his payroll?For the time being, but he is willing to give her on loan until this threat is gone, he

says emphasizing on loan. That means Pella doesnt want to part with her services. Whats her name? I ask, and Tayl
and peruse her qualifications.
Name: Melissa Tiber

There is a laminated picture of her. Red hair, blue eyes. Shes wearing white shirt with black pants suit. Her hands are tie
with a stoic expression.

Taylor, when was this picture taken? She looks to be no more than 25 in the picture, but this couldnt be. This report
husbands second term. His second term was between 97-2001. Its been 10 years since hes been out of the office. Shes

Are you sure shes physically capable to carry out duties expected of her? Or is Pella playing a joke on me? I ask frown

Its a current picture, sir. Taken within this year. And, no, Mr. Pella is not playing a joke, Mr. Grey. Miss Tiber is remark
Pella would never part with her services because shes almost the same caliber as Anthony Decimus which is why she is
for a long time. I
have her performance on video on the thumb drive. This is their weekly workout regimen and just been recorded within
thumb drive. I take the thumb drive Taylor extends me and give him a skeptic glance.

Lets see this and get it out of the way, I say impatiently and insert the thumb drive to my laptop. I wake my screen up
thumb drive. Double clicking on the video icon, I sit back and watch the video my arms crossed. Taylor takes his place i
well as I can. There are four people training in the workout session: three males and one female. All the faces of the male
raising a quizzical eyebrow, and he shrugs.
Mr. Pella doesnt like to make the identity of his men known.

Two minutes into the video I can see that theyre working on muscle exhaustion with number of pull-ups, pushups and s
with pain. I lean in with interest. This is the key to mental toughness, because you can become tougher by working out h
ability to build its pain tolerances without getting yourself injured. Then we watch them running, swimming or rucking f
This is military training, I note.
Wait till you see them training in the miserable water and air temperatures, Taylor say with just an excited fluctuation
excitement as Taylor will show which is the equivalent of a cartwheel of a normal excited person.
Ok. Im sold. Shes hired pending her interview. Have her come to the Escala tomorrow morning.
Yes, sir.
Theres a knock on the door just when my Blackberry buzzes. I check the caller ID as Taylor answers the door.

Hi mom, I answer the phone. Taylor's holding his finger indicating one minute whoever is on the other side of the doo

Darling, Im sorry to disturb you this evening, but I am calling you early enough before you make any plans for Thanks
together but

now that youre married; I didnt know whether you wanted to celebrate it there at your own place on your first Thanksg
and not feeling so well, I thought Id save her the burden, so Im inviting you both here for Thanksgiving.
Its about 20 days away mom, but I think we can come. Although I dont know if Ana wants to visit her dad.
Oh, we can invite Ray as well. Hes family after all.

Great! Ill let Ana know and she can give you her fathers phone number. Im sorry to cut you short, mom, but I got a m
Meeting? At nearly 8:00 p.m. in the evening? Darling, you have a young pregnant wife and youre newly married. You

Yes, mother. But, Anas taking a nap. Shes been in need of two naps lately. And dont worry, Im keeping an eye on he

Alright then, give my love to her. Love you sweetheart! Love you, too, mom, I say and nod at Taylor to let Welch in
Good evening Mr. Grey, he says extending his hand. I take his proffered hand and shake it.

Welch, I nod. What do you have for me that couldnt wait till tomorrow? The connection from Miss Kavanaghs w
Im listening... I say and as I indicate a chair for him to sit. He takes a seat after placing a file on my desk.

We managed to narrow the suspects down to one person. The wedding planner Janet Schiller recently got involved with
who leaked the private conversation Mrs. Grey was having with Miss Kavanagh. My eyes grow cold with this revelatio

Who is he and how can you be sure that he was the one?Miss Schiller stated that she has not heard from him after we

the staff. Hes the only one who was left to be questioned. Weve gotten a name and address for him, but the name as we
The date they started seeing one another is right after Mr. and Mrs. Kavanagh made a deposit for her services as Miss Ka
What was the boyfriends name? He called himself Eric Fawkes.
Eric Fawkes? The name doesnt ring bell. What else can you tell me about this Eric Fawkes?

Welch leans back in his chair. Placing his elbows on the arms of the chair, he steeples his hands. Then he gives a cursory
stoic, but his jaw tightens.
What do you two know that I dont? I ask growing impatient.

Do you know who Guido Fawkes is, sir? Welch asks. I rack my brain for the name and a matching face. Nothing come
No one I know, but the only person with that moniker was rebel fighting for the
Spanish to assassinate King James and restore a Catholic monarch to the throne of England in 1600.
One and the same, Welch says nodding.

Great! So, an English rebel from 1600s who was executed I might add is now releasing information about my wifes pr
growing impatient.
Welch, chastised, clears his throat.

No, sir. Its just one part of the puzzle. We only have the character traits, a physical description and a fake name which
character or the intent of the perp. We are trying to build his profile while we are still searching his identity. Currently, h

You said one part of the puzzle. Whats the rest?As you have noticed, the name I gave you was Eric Fawkes. Not Gui

us a while to put those pieces together but, it clicked after Miss Schiller revealed something. The day he supposedly ran
a distance, Mr. fake Fawkes muttered something under his breath. Miss Schiller couldnt be sure whether he actually said

What did he say? I hiss, slamming my hands down on the table having grown completely impatient. To their credit, ne

He muttered, the only verdict is vengeance... and kissed Miss Schiller and departed. But before he left, Miss Schiller a

trying to remember the lyrics from a song.

What does that mean?
Thats a line from a movie Mr. Grey. V for Vendetta, Taylor blurts out. Only, its not a song. Its a movie line.

Are you absolutely sure? I ask Taylor. I quickly make a mental note to re-watch the movie to understand the concept a
Yes, Mr. Grey. I checked it. The full line is The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for
day vindicate the
vigilant and the virtuous, says Taylor.

I jump up from my seat and go to the window, gaze out the city of Seattle, now in the cover of the night, only illuminate
necklace. I exhale a frustrated, angry breath.

I ask again: Are you both absolutely sure? How can a man who is going after my wife talk of vindicating the vigilant an

Theres more. He never said the rest of the lines. We just verified it. But there was another character on the movie name
Scotland Yard and the Minister of Investigations in the same movie. It is as if he is identifying himself with two characte
that he has military background. Its in his demeanor, Welch explains.
We have created a profile. What emerged is an ex-military who may have turned into a hired gun or a mercenary.
What? I turn to face him immediately. Are you absolutely sure?

Nothing is set in stone, Mr. Grey, but I had asked Pella to review the profile weve created. He agrees with our findings
surveillance, but he was very careful to not to give a full profile. We only have grainy images with only top of his head s
description of his profile and other measurements and descriptive marks; we now have a sketch. Weve pulled some strin
databases. Sawyer confirms that he looks like the man that was present when Mrs. Grey was at the establishment. People
for him to go to such lengths as if to study his subjects, he says making me flinch, requires the involvement of others.
trying to get to know you. That means, its not personal. Hes doing it for somebody else.
You conclude that hes not working for himself, I state. Its not a question.

Thats our consensus. We have a list of suspects who has the motive and the money to hire such a man, but the list is led
guards and couple of prisoners paid to keep an eye on Hyde. Hes shrewd. The day he went to jail, he beat some head ho
prison hierarchy. That reminds me something else. Theres an upcoming court date, and I absolutely dont
want to put Anastasia through the pain of testifying in court.
Taylor, talk to my fucking lawyers. I dont care what they have to do; I want them to make sure that Mrs. Grey doesnt
that bastard to be locked up for a very long time!
Yes, sir.

But Hyde doesnt have the money to hire someone. He didnt even have the money to pay for his own bail. He would n

Hes very smart and very resourceful Mr. Grey. Were going to continue to keep tabs on him. Lincoln is being tailed bu
phone conversations he makes are made on secured lines so far. Theres also that missing 53 million Dollars. Thats a su

money, we track the trail of the perpetrator.

When do you come back from your honeymoon? I ask turning to Taylor. He tries to hide a smile.
November 19th sir.
Will you be out of country?

Yes sir, I have emailed you our itinerary. Well be in the Caribbean. I start pacing in my study. Taylor will be gone in n
was following Anastasia or determine his identity by then.
You have one week to determine his identity, or find him, Welch!
Sir, I dont know if thats enough time.

I dont care how you have to come by that information, Welch. I want him identified and caught. And Taylor, let all the
doesnt get to take any unscheduled trips without my approval.
Uhm... sir.

Clearly theres an unknown danger... If my security has a problem performing their jobs, now is the time to let me know
No, sir, he says shaking his head. Hes worried that Anas going to defy them. Ill take care of that problem.
The door to my study opens, and Ana stands at the threshold, smiling. Her face falls when she sees Welch in my office.
Oh, Im sorry. I didnt know you had company, Christian. Am I interrupting a meeting?

Mrs. Grey, says Welch standing up, smiling at Anastasia in greeting. No maam, I was just leaving. Good evening, M

Mr. Grey, Ill contact you tomorrow, sir, he says as he reaches the door. Taylor walks him out.What was that all about
Just security issues, I say shrugging. How are you feeling this evening Mrs. Grey?
Well rested, husband. Just a bit hungry.

Hungry? Lets go feed you and the Blip, I say trying to distance her from my study. Come here, I say as I walk aroun
me, quickly closing the distance between us and jumps into my embrace.

Slow down baby. We dont want you getting hurt, I chide her as I hold her up in my arms. She worries her bottom lip b

Dont bite that lip, baby, I whisper and take her lip into my mouth and suck it making my wife moan. The sound of he
are inviting me to kiss her deeply, leisurely, exploring her mouth anew. Her tongue meets mine, caressing, tangling and m

My hand moves under her t-shirt, moving up her growing curves, and finally finds her straining nipples
as she laces her legs around my torso. I groan in pleasure. I feel my erection growing, searching for her
sex. She rocks her hips up and down over my erection. I cant help but match her rhythm.
Jesus Christ, Ana! My wife has become an insatiable seducer of her husband. A low growl escapes my
lips, my tongue glides down to her neck, then up reaching the shell of her ear.
Christian! Dont tease! she begs as if she is unable to bear another second of not being
taken. Desk! she shouts.
Yes, maam! I slip her off my waist.

Just as Im about to sweep the papers off my desk to make room for the desk sex we both desperately need, Anastasia su
Putting her index finger on the drawing, she raises her eyebrows and asks.
Why do you have a drawing of Janets boyfriend?
Janets boyfriend? I ask.

Yeah. Janet is Kates wedding planner. Ive seen Janet twice with Kate since Im her maid of honor, remember? she sa
admonish her but also nod at her to continue. You should remember her name because youve questioned me about it o
I would remember it had you mentioned it, but Im pretty sure you didnt.

Oh, I thought I did. I only remember the boyfriend, because he came to steal kiss from his girlfriend which Mia and Ka
was trying to make out with her behind the curtain but as I told you three days ago, she shooed him

away. But what I forgot to tell you is that he drove the van that brought some samples to Mr. and Mrs. Kavanaghs house
ordering her plates from a wedding catalogue Janet had. Mrs. Kavanagh didnt like the samples they had in the showroo
What? Why? Why would nobody tell us that? I hiss. She gives me a confused look.

Spring wedding. They only had the dcor for the fall and winter weddings on the floor. They had the spring motif plates
enough space for samples on the showroom floor. Thats why! she says narrowing her eyes, growing impatient. He wa
How did you come by that information?

Why the sudden interest in Kate and Elliots wedding planning, Christian? You wouldnt even come to taste the food fo
And Im not interested in Kates serving plates or cutlery to be used in her wedding,

trust me. Im sorry baby, but this is important. She narrows her eyes on me so tight; you could blindfold her with dental
Kate said that her wedding planners boyfriend was overly attentive of his girlfriend and very charming, helpful, had a
suggestions that both Mrs. Kavanagh and Kate liked.
Why would they be listening to the boyfriend and not the wedding planner? I spew again.

They didnt know he was the boyfriend at first. They assumed he was one of the assistants. They only learned that he w
by to the showroom. He was very much at ease, confident and had expensive tastes that Mrs. Kavanagh was accustomed
Why wouldnt you tell me that before? My voice is sharp and angry.
Christian, why are you angry with me for not sharing the details of Kates wedding planning? she says stepping back.

My husband is mad at me because I didnt tell him of Kates observations about her wedding planner and her boyfriend
my best

friends and your brothers fiances life! she says furrowing her eyebrows, her hands on her hips now. I close my eyes
hair. Her blue eyes widen and darken in fury. Yes, someone that sweet can be spectacularly angry. I blink rapidly at her f
explain myself. She is furious, vexed and wounded.

Im not interested in anything about Katherine or her wedding. I think that much should be clear to you, Ana. The supp
a suspect. Welch is certain that hes the one who leaked the private conversation you and Katherine had about your pregn
to be broken up with the wedding planner after having gotten whatever information he was looking for, I say with tight
She lets out an exacerbated breath, and crosses her arm, in a gesture of closing herself to me.
Oh, thats my fault now? I cant even have a conversation with my best friend in a

relatively private environment? she looks at me with her big blue eyes completely crushed as if I stabbed her and opene
of her face I can see that my words fueled by my fear for her well-being are expanding the fissure in her heart.

Please baby, I plead with her in the softest tone of voice I can muster, thats why Welch had a late night house call. I

couldnt take it... I just couldnt live with myself if something happened to you both! I whisper fervently and there it is:
soften, she finally lowers her arms from her hips and opens them up, welcoming me, and I walk into them with relief. W
minutes. I desperately need to get inside her, feel the connection, and know that we really are okay. But with a herculean
possibility of my old habits might come back and it may still turn our lovemaking into a punishment fuck for withholdin
with just feeling her in my arms for the time being.

My mind is going crazy, driving me insane that there is a vigilante out there, a maniac who is blatantly indicating that he
using. It hits me then. If its not him who is following Ana, he is inadvertently saying, taunting us that he can be replaced
find his boss. I kiss the top of Anas head. I have to do something about it, and do it right away.

Ana, why dont you go and see what Mrs. Jones fixed for dinner/ Ill have to make one more phone call and be out as s
mom a call? Shes inviting us to Thanksgiving dinner and she wants Rays phone number to invite him as well. The me
sex momentarily.
Thanksgiving? Oh, this will be our first Thanksgiving together. Her face falls.
What? I ask lifting her chin up. She shrugs.

It was always a lonely holiday, either with Ray, or with mom. I have always imagined it with a large group of family, la
that... her voice trails off.

Well, now you will. Well even host the family for Thanksgiving next year in the big house, what do you say to that Mr

Yes! Ill go call your mom. She turns to run towards the door, but I capture her hand and pull her back to me. Tugging
I hold her

tight. I tilt her head up to me, angling it just the right way and capture her lips, kissing her with all Ive got. Her hands ar
another, leaving both of us breathless. Our kiss makes me move out of my body, lose my senses, as if I dont exist in my
else; embodying one another. The urgency of my kiss slows and leaves intensity in its place. Neither one of us dares to b
my warm lips continue to our move over her soft and wet lips. My fingertips hold her face in place, tenderly floating ove

When we separate, I put my forehead over hers closing my eyes; were both in awe of each other. She smiles at me shyly
making her yelp.
As soon as Anastasia closes the door behind her, I dial. After four rings, he picks up the phone.
Good evening Christian, he answers the phone. John, I need to talk to you.

Can we do it over the phone? I just put the kids down, and my wife went out with her girlfriends. Im on babysitting du

Yes, thats fine.What can I help you with tonight, Christian? I exhale deeply and close my eyes. There may be som
to me. Im freaking out,
my security is handling it, but I may have to... ...go overboard? John asks cutting me.

Thats not what I was going to say, but essentially, yes. I can sense him shaking his head on the phone with a grim look

The man went to lengths to date Kate Kavanaghs wedding planner in order to get close to my wife. He gained access t
there to help Katherine out for her wedding because shes the Maid of Honor.
Are you planning to pull Ana out of the wedding?

I thought about it. But Ana would never forgive me if I did that. And, she probably wouldnt listen. I would try to get he
viable option. Itll blow up on my face. Shes pregnant, and her hormones are making her too emotional, physically tire
forbid her to do something, she generally finds a way to do it anyway, or do it secretly. If I punish her and I will feel abso
at me for a long time. So, Im up the creek without a paddle! Tell me what to do! I plead.

Give her some freedom, Christian. You cannot completely isolate her. Shes a pregnant
woman for heavens sake.
I just ordered my security detail that she cant make any unscheduled trips without my knowledge.
When you say unscheduled trips, do you mean trips requiring travel out of the city, or trips within the city limits?

Both.Not even to the coffee shop?She doesnt drink coffee.Tea then.Yes, tea shops, delis, sandwich shops, bars
big problem.

Why would that be? Ill take her out. She just cant do it by herself. Isnt her and babys safety important over her outin
exhale.

Christian, youre going to stress her out big time! And in laymans terms, stress isnt good for a pregnant woman which
by that I mean it is still a giant problem. Stress increases the risk of pre-term labor, low birth weight and a host of other p
stress her out, youre going to put her at highest risk of complication, because its a silent disease. Fetus responds to stim
physiologically. When the mother to be is stressed, shell experience several biological changes including the elevation o
likelihood of intrauterine infection. The fetus in response builds itself permanently and once the baby is born, he or she m
of stress related pathologies. So, not only as your shrink, but as your friend, I am fervently recommending you not to exc
rudderless once again.

Youre scaring me John. Ive never dealt with pregnancy before... I close my eyes. As much as I am in awe of it, that
shes carrying, Ive been worried that how it made her sick. I came so very close asking her to have an abortion because
it was her doctor that

said it can happen to some women and somewhat still normal. It was immensely difficult to take it day by day to see som

And she is a stubborn, hard headed woman who drives me insane because we both want to get our way. She wants to go
her while she was getting better. It took a lot of convincing. Then she had ravenous sexual appetite but I didnt want to h

Didnt that make you happy? Its one of the perks of pregnancy. A large percentage of women get increased sexual appe
their morning sickness, or even during morning sickness.

Thats precisely the point. Because she would have morning sickness one day so horribly that it would dehydrate her an
I didnt want her to be turned off. The slightest scent of a favorite food is now disgusting to her. Honestly, I think Im de
I find myself worried whether something is going to make her ill, or will something inconsequential upset her.

On top of that, this paparazzi plague. Im having SIP build an underground parking structure so that Anastasia will not h
take at least 3 months to complete the parking structure and thats a long time.

Youd do that for? How did you get the permit from the city? Generally it takes three years from the city of Seattle to g

Elliots company has a reputation of minimizing the impact to the environment. The building I purchased next door had
health hazard. So, Im actually doing the city a favor by removing that structure, and building something more environm
problem for a couple of companies.
But wouldnt that open the doors for some unwanted unchecked individual from another company to approach Ana?

I solved that already. SIP employees will have a different entrance. Its completely isolated from the other entrances, an
their badges before they can enter, every vehicle will be recorded. The underground parking will only belong to SIP.
Ana wants normalcy. I want to gift her that as much as my position would allow. It

can never be like shes completely under the radar if she was with someone who is not Christian Grey, but I would really
have to take certain measures to make it happen.

Christian, look, I get it that you need to have her safe and secure. Countries have presidents, and they too have families
the forced security and a host of restrictions on their freedom of movement that they may

have formerly enjoyed. But instead of restricting Ana to have nearly no freedom, determine how you can compromise; g
see that shell start cooperating with you more because she becomes part of the decision making instead of having decisi
the established rules, so she knows the situations where her decisions will be bypassed for her safety. Im sure the Secret
president and his family taking over the office. She cant know which way is up or down if you have never established a
parameters in which she can move and have freedom.
I fall silent. Of course! I have had rules in the bedroom, hard and soft limits. Why cant I

establish those outside of the bedroom? We have tossed the book outside the window, but her hard and soft limits still ex
Christian, are you still there?Yes, Im here. I do have the rules for her safety. I tell her whether she can go someplace
or not, and that its for her safety. Flynn does a pfff! sound on the phone.

That wont do. Youre only giving her a stepping stone. Think of it as a tiny island in a pond made up of distant steppin
movement is leaps and bounds away. Thats all shes got; when you have no ground to walk on, it will not work.

Okay, I acquiesce with no ease. I tell myself that Im not giving up control. Im just establishing hard and soft limits o
can identify myself with. Giving up control is not something I could agree on, but for Ana, Id do anything, including giv
in my hand; incoming text.
Thank you John.Good night Christian. Welcome to fatherhood. It starts in the womb, he says before
hanging up.I check my text message.
*Dinner is served, Mr. Grey. Your loving wife and & Blip*
***** *****

Its already Sunday. Gail is out to her sister as she always does on the weekends. The last two days gave me time to think
threats outside and making everyones lives miserable, including my wifes. I hired one Miss Melissa Tiber to add Anast
that. Shes on loan from Alex Pellas private detail until this perpetrator is caught or until she disobeys specific command
a female version of Taylor. All of that to be determined starting Monday. The interview with her was both educational an
with the paparazzi attacks on Anastasia. I felt like coming up to the surface from drowning for a precious lifesaving brea
why Im about to do what I plan for Gail and Taylor.

Miss Tiber you came with high recommendations but it means nothing to me. Im not like your other clients you have w
report to Sawyer but Im the master and commander of this domain; I set the rules and you follow them without question

forgiving. First mistake gets you fired. When it comes to Mrs. Greys security, I accept no excuses. To her credit, she do
an ass! look, not that I would care one bit.
I expect nothing less Mr. Grey. What are your ground rules and ceiling in which Mrs. Grey can move?

You will get the proscribed list, but that is to be determined if Im convinced youre the right person for the job. The pe
circumstances approach Mrs. Grey and those who can are all on the list; youd do well to acquaint yourself with those an
want her to go to work in safety, eat in her office, and promptly bring her back home after work unless of course I am me
would accompany her to her doctors visits, do the sweeps, acquaint yourself with the people she can see and under no c
theyre not on the schedule. Her assistant Hannah will provide you with a copy of her weekly schedule, daily if there are

people working at SIP, and accompany her to every meeting, follow her every step even if she has to go to pee. Are we c
the look that says control freak flickered on her gaze momentarily then gone. But when she started to speak, she spoke
patience.

Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey can enjoy a level of freedom with minimal stress that her station brings to her if you utilize the thr
of state, she
said in experienced unwavering confidence. She then turned to Welch, and added, for corporate clients, its much more
and sweeps prior a visit. But, during perceived dangers as is the case for your current concern, you can place the type of
that will not eliminate Mrs. Greys freedom of movement unless of course the danger is imminent.

Are you trying to bypass my rules even before I interview you? May I remind you that you are hired yet? I scold her w
hold their breaths.
Mr. Grey, what you have stated allows no freedom of movement to the protectee. I

guarantee you that it will be Mrs. Grey who would be doing the firing before lunch. In either case, I wont last half a day
me. My purpose here is to keep Mrs. Grey safe while not suffocating her so she doesnt feel the need to give me the slip.
is snuffed out, suppressed or eliminated, it is natural for them to get into the panic mode and consequently the very same
to run or fall into the clutches of the very dangers youre trying to protect her from.

I take a deep breath and walk around my desk towering before her five feet eight inches frame. She didnt appear to be p
Explain to me how you know this before you even worked a day for me. Have you been forewarned? I asked, making
under my burning gaze.

Mr. Grey, please give me some credit to know my job. I have been trained by the best and worked with only the most e
some of the best protection available anywhere. Nearly 99% of the time, all you need is close protection. But since there
recommended to you to protect Mrs. Grey because of my expertise in the field; I have experience in protecting high

profile, controversial individual who must be in the public eye constantly who also has daily and multiple threats. My jo
their personal freedoms within the allocated protective bubble the security team and I create for the protectee. Clearly, yo
there are two security details per person, it is possible for them to create a ring of two. But, nothing is foolproof as you h
kidnapped to lure Mrs. Grey. If Miss

Greys security was even two rings or layers, when she eluded her close security, the second ring... she said. I cut of off
You lost me.

Close security is the first parameter: Its your wall of flesh that wraps the protectee in a nearly bullet proof bubble. Then
certain interval. We are trained and tasked protecting a moving target as shields. She draws an imaginary circle in the ai
flinch inwardly.
Mr. Welch, if you please, she said and stood him up. I, as his close protection would

make the first circle, first layer of protection, and his nearly bulletproof wall of flesh. Lets assume that Mr. Welch decid
would make the second circle, granted that Taylor swept his circles parameters of all perceived threats creating a second
threats. The last circle is the buffer zone against penetrations. And lets assume that you have Sawyer outside of the build
parameter; the third circle and your buffer zone. Our job is to identify and eliminate the threats before it happens. We wo
Mrs. Greys job to stress out with the fear of constant danger or that she ought not be suffocated because her circle is too
How do you propose to do that Miss Tiber? I ask leaning back to my desk. If she can convince me, this can create the
Anastasia.
Mr. Grey, if the parameter between first and second ring can be tightly controlled as in a moving circle, she can have a
Think of a safety bubble; shell be tucked within it.
What about the very real, very dangerous threat we have present out there?Given who you are, there is always going

following you every step of the way can be very annoying at the least and very claustrophobic for every person who may
Mrs. Grey is no exception. However, part of the security is also in the investigation. Mr. Welch has all the necessary tool
abilities; but we are also ready and willing to lend a hand on the investigation since you have a perceived and imminent
security are like water and oil. You have to

have a good blender to mix it: thats the duty of your security detail. My job is to make her life as normal as I can even th
of every day.

You may find Mrs. Grey very different than other people you have protected. She makes last minute decisions, she may
knowing full well that she is going to do it, she is compulsive, at times her sense of self-preservation doesnt kick in and
while preoccupying you with something else. She may completely disregard her own safety in a heroic but self-destructi
would take a team of professionals to resolve. What do you propose to do in that situation? I asked her as Sawyer turne
I see. Shes prone to OTRs then, Miss Tiber says calmly.
I beg your pardon?

Off The Record... Unannounced stops a protectee makes; get off the vehicle when its not scheduled, unpredictable, uns
for the security detail. Working protection in this environment is one of the most stressful jobs we do; unannounced stop
on any list, unknowns who could very well be potential threats. In those situations we have no choice but to follow the p
the protectee is always in environments with many unknowns but I am trained to keep off complacency by maintaining f
trained to know that things that may seem mundane or routine quickly turn to challenging nightmares especially if the pr
security protocol. There can be no distraction for us and it comes down to discipline.
Now answer my previous question, I probe with a placid face.

Every protectee is different, sir. We have to balance the protectees desire to be in the crowd and still have the security m
own

mannerism and expectations. I am trained to be able to adapt to those and our security methodology. Your security detail
mediums, sir. But, my job should you hire me isnt parenting or supervising Mrs. Grey or tell her what to do or what not
of course. Im here to make sure that shes not kidnapped, shot, killed, or held for ransom. If we are given enough notice
she can have a relative sense of freedom, or illusion

of being in public. But, all in all, I understand that the life inside the bubble is very suffocating for many of the protectee

Before I hire you, understand that you are in our service 24/7. Your priority is not anyone else, anything else, boyfriend
significant others. You will not have a day off until Taylor gets back from his honeymoon.
Yes, sir.
I am very impressed with her confidence and the muscle memory I observed in her training videos.
Miss Tiber, one more thing before I dismiss you. Sir?
No weapons. She gives a cursory glance at Taylor and Welch without a change in her poker face expression.

I dont have an itchy trigger finger Mr. Grey. I will check my weapon in within your house. But, I like to keep my weap
current threat is neutralized. Mrs. Grey should have at least one protection detail with a weapon.

Im not compromising on this rule! Take it or leave it, I say with finality crossing my arms. Both Taylor and Welch tur
interesting tennis match. For the first time she crosses her eyebrows slightly. The tone of her voice doesnt change, but th

Mr. Grey, she says patiently and respectfully, I carry a weapon because it will be so much faster for me to shoot the b
who may be on Mrs. Greys trail with my weapon than manually inserting them into him. They will

not hesitate to carry and use a weapon even against a pregnant woman. I am going to be protecting two lives; theres no
to saving their lives. You can check my accuracy and weapons training and safety record with Sawyer and Mr. Welch wh
stays with me outside. I will check it in with Taylor within your property. Thats as far as I can compromise. I stare at h
Shes unperturbed. Then pushing away from my desk, I got ready to dismiss her. Then I remember Taylors interview wi
his gut instincts, and so does Miss Tiber. I decided that she is the right woman for the job.

Only until the threat is neutralized, I said to her yesterday. Only because I clearly remember what Hyde was able to do
he could do to both of them had Ana not have Leilas gun.
Thank you, sir. Both Welch and Taylor get ready to leave my study with Miss Melissa Tiber.
And Miss Tiber, I call after her. You talk to me like that again, youre fired!

Yes, sir, she said with a barely perceptible smile. For the first time in weeks, I actually felt better about Anastasias saf
version of Jason Taylor. She did not wither under my scrutiny and not only managed to hold her own, but she even becam
an asset. That means she can think and doesnt fall apart in emergency situations.

And this is why Im calling Gail today, because I feel that Ana is going to be well protected; its as if part of a heavy load
Hi Mr. Grey, she answers her phone.

Gail, Mrs. Grey and I want to give you and Taylor a wedding gift, I say without a preamble.
Mr. Grey, youre already giving us a wedding at Four Seasons. We are already very grateful, she says kindly.

No, this is different. Since you are going to the Caribbean for your honeymoon, we are giving you both three weeks for
Barbados and Cayman Islands with the jet at your disposal. Taylor only thinks that he has one week

off. Thats our surprise to him. Im letting you know so you can pack for him. Since weve had quite a few bad surprises
and Taylor happy.

I think Gail whimpers silently. Id rather be fighting five Claude Bastilles than deal with a crying woman! It still makes m

I apologize Mr. Grey, she sniffs. Such an amazing surprise! Im very touched, and I know Jason will be grateful as w
most trusted employees. Giving them some perks will ensure that I can keep them employed years to come. And Anastas
happy life and all that...
***** *****

Christian! Anastasia gasps after seeing me in my tuxedo. You look simply mouthwatering.

Why Mrs. Grey? Are you trying to seduce me? I whisper in a husky voice trailing my fingertips on her bare arms. I ap
my hands on top of her arms. My fingertips seductively skate over her soft skin. Our minimal connection is electric. If I
that Ill be able to resist the undeniable and primordial urge to claim and take possession of my wife who is oozing with
touch. My hands slowly slide up from her arms to her shoulders then move over to the swell of her breasts under the silk
tighten, pushing the dress to merge with my skin. The beating of her heart increases, thumping wildly under my fingertip

breasts skating down to her belly over the soft fabric of her
dress. It marvels me that she blooms and glows under my touch.

Christian... she whispers leaning her head back to my shoulder. I nuzzle her ear, her cheek and finally glide my nose d
inhaling her intoxicating scent. I can feel her pulse run erratically; her chest swells up and down in rapid succession with
with satisfaction in return. One of my hands rests on her belly possessively while my other hand tilts her chin up to merg
only a whisper away, I bore my gaze into her eyes, and she closes the distance between our lips. Our kiss starts gently, bu
through our veins. I swiftly turn her around and my hand pushes her buttocks into my groin. She hooks one Jimmy Choo
my body. I lift her off the floor and find myself sandwiching my wife between the far wall and my body. When we break

Christian, please! Anastasia pleads. Its been nine days! You havent made love to me since playroom, she complain
of that night.

Baby, youve been sick off and on. Dont forget, I now have to keep Dr. Greene on speed dial to hook you up with an IV
drip fed, and one of it occurred at SIP! Youve only been well for the last two consecutive days. I dont want you getting
Besides, I say checking

my watch, we only have thirty minutes left to leave, I say completely ignoring of my own craving, and trying to redist
pants. Her hand glides down to cup my erection and my cock responds with a twitch, anxious to get out and play. But I c
involuntary and undesired rejection by kissing each and every knuckle and fingertips.

Just so you know Mr. Grey, when I look at you all dressed up in your tux, with your slightly overlong hair, she says ru
all I can think of is kissing you, and making love to you. Now, you are taking me to a wedding which you know will ge
remembering our own wedding day, when you took my wedding dress off, slowly... our joint induction and membership

slowly. My breath hitches. I groan and run both my hands through my hair in complete exacerbation.

Mrs. Grey, Im seduced, and Im yours. But, I say when and where and how, I chide running my index finger over her
mouth sucks, fellating it, causing my half tamed erection to grow full length again. When I mock
chide her, shaking my head, she nips my finger, then soothes the injury of the bite with a kiss.
Fine, she whispers pushing me away with one hand, I cant be held responsible if my husband doesnt want to touch
This is a wedding and there will be other tuxedos to admire... I dont let her finish her sentence.

You think I dont know what you are doing, Mrs. Grey? I ask through gritted teeth, jealousy overtaking me. Never fo
into my arms, my lips desperately seek hers, imploring her,worshipingmy wife, revering, cherishing, and loving her.

Our night in the playroom was beyond spectacular, but Im deeply worried that something will freak her out because I ha
teach her control. I pushed her to her absolute limits. I am always going to be a domineering man, but I try not to be that
It is in my nature to be dominant, and it is in her nature to challenge me at every chance she gets. But I want and deeply
Im a man in love, and the object of my affection is pregnant and sick one day and well the other. Her oscillating pregnan
making it hard for me establishing that delicate balance. To top that, Anastasia has a habit of not communicating her fear

Yes, I desperately want to take her on the wall and fuck her fifty ways to Sunday, but wed be here all day because I won
hour.
Tonight, Mrs. Grey. I will sate you to the best of my ability. Now, lets go and marry Taylor and Gail before I decide to
her out of our bedroom.

Ryan and Sawyer dressed in tuxedos and Miss Tiber is in an elegant dressy black pantsuit are all waiting for us in the gre
us. Averting his gaze, Sawyer clears his throat.
Ready, sir? he asks. Yes, lets go.

***** *****The Ballroom at the Four Seasons all decked up, Ballroom East is dressed up with the fall theme el
sides of the aisle. I usher Anastasia up the aisle to our assigned seat with Miss Tiber and Sawyer at our tail. The seats are
sit next to us. Welch and his wife are seated behind our seats. Even Andrea shows up with Barney Sullivan. In fact, I don
seen daily nearly for the last five years. I have to give a second look to see if it really is Barney. He lost his oversized gla

by the looks of it. Because he keeps blinking, not used to the feel of them and he is actually dressed up in a tux that perfe
good looking after someone professionally dressed him up. Andrea is dressed up in an off white chiffon dress. Ros eyes
together. She
raises her eyebrows questioning them.Dont ask! Neither one of us had time to get a date, Andrea shrugs with a smile

holding her clutch in one hand and lending her arm to Barney in the other. They look around for their seats. Ros stands u

Barney, let me take a look at you! she gushes. Barney, Taylor and Ros have been employed with me the longest. Andre
You do clean up handsomely! she congratulates him. Thats high praise from Ros who is not easily impressed.

The credit is not all to me Ros, he says smiling. Then leans into her ear and whispers, I thawed the ice, and got the ex
says.

Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey, they both greet us as if they just noticed our presence and take their seats behind Ros and her gir
Hi Gwen! they both chime and greet each other.

Ana smiles at the interactions with some sort of amusement then looks around taking in all the decorations. As the room
near and dear, Taylor finally walks up to take his place at the end of the aisle. He looks happy and nervous at the same ti
Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey, were very happy you could come, he says extending his hand to me.

Somebody has to make sure you go through it. Just in case, I got your ex-military

buddies holding the doors, I joke. He grins. One of them was trying to give me the bullshit, he says, then clears his th
company, excuse me, maam, I mean teasing me, that hell leave the car running outside just in case I decided not to go
took me four years to get her to say 'yes' I wouldnt change my mind for anything. I just hope that Gail doesnt change h
yard line, he says nervously, giving a distasteful look in the direction of Gails sister on the other side of the aisle.
Congratulations Taylor! Ana says cheerfully giving him an unexpected hug, making him blush.
Thank you, Mrs. Grey, he says in a husky voice.
Nice to see Grey! says a familiar voice. I lean back and finally notice the man behind Taylor who is patiently waiting.
Pella! I didnt know you were coming! I say with surprise.

Me neither, he replies striding in confident steps towards me extending his hand. When I receive his proffered hand, h
does; the arm clasp. Anastasia looks at us curiously. But we dont leave men behind or in need and Taylor was running

brothers in arms are still on missions. Well, here I am, he says gesturing with his hands as he gives one of his trademark
Alex, allow me the honor of introducing my wife, Mrs. Anastasia Grey, I say.
Alexs gaze turns to Anastasia. To his credit, he doesnt look anywhere but her face.

Its a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Grey, he says and takes Anastasias extended hand. Instead of shaking it, he leans dow
releasing it.
Likewise... Are you by yourself Mr. Pella? Anastasia asks.

Please, call me Alex, maam. Alas, I do not have the honor of the company of a beautiful young lady like Christian here
profusely.
May I have you take your places please Mr. Taylor and Mr. Pella? asks a flustered
assistant wedding planner.

Your rendezvous with your much desired ball and chain is upon us, Alex says to Taylor patting his tuxedo pocket with
for him. Then nods at us, Mrs. Grey, Christian, and waits for Taylor to follow the flustered assistant wedding planner w
five cups of double espressos ago.

Taylor exhales a long breath and moves forward. A flurry of activity can be heard in the back of the ballroom as the mus
as the men and the pastor take their place at the elevated podium. We all turn back to see the procession. It is actually a l
as opposed to be standing where Taylor is. Taylors little girl Sophie walks down stoically, her little blonde head held hig
and white rose petals on the aisle. When she makes her way up the aisle, she waves at her dad and smiles having succeed
the arms of three groomsmen walk down the aisle. Finally, Gail appears dressed in champagne, ankle length dress with f
expertly tied on her waist. Her hair is in a soft blonde pile with a small veil to cover her face; she is in the arms of an eld
has been toughened with many wars, looks like hes going to tear up with the sight of his wife to be.

Pella nods at him, go on Centurion! All hands on deck! he says smiling and hitting Taylor on his back with an open pa
a loud chortle in the back. But Im surprised at the title Pella uses for Taylor. Centurion title is usually given to an aviato
landings on one carrier and issued a centurion patch on his flight jacket. I know Taylor can fly, but somehow I think that
Maybe after nearly five years of working for me, there are still things I dont know about Jason Taylors time in the arme

When Gail reaches the top of the aisle, Taylor doesnt wait for her to be deposited into his care and walks up to get his g
have shoved him off the platform. The pastor greets everyone and starts the ceremony. Taylor holds onto Gail as if shes
like the Runaway Bride. Gail is calm, and gently pats Taylors hand reassuring him. When Gail recites her vows Anastas
Kleenex, but cant find one. She sniffles and looks around. I reach into my pocket and hand her a monikered handkerchi
remembering something and dabs her eyes. I pull her into my embrace closer and kiss the top of her head. She puts her h
Its Taylors turn to read his vows.

Four years, eight months and eleven days ago, my life has changed irrevocably: I met you, baby, the love of my life. I c
the first moment I saw you or if it was at the first word you spoke to me, or your first smile that stole my heart. What I re
me, and really saw me, I realized that you altered me and my world without you would be meaningless. Colpo di fulmin
says and stops,

then takes in a shaky breath. He gazes into her eyes and continues. It turned me inside out and theres no going back. Th
flaws, being my better half, my calm within the storm: youre my gentle girl. Thank you for becoming my wife!
Four years of begging! hoots one of Taylors military buddies from the back row. Taylor grins.

Damn right! Now that you are MY WIFE, he says raising his voice, I will love you every second of my life Gail Mar
I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride, announces the pastor after the exchange of the rings.

With pleasure! Taylor says smiling, holds Gail and dips her as he kisses his wife for the first time. Anastasia continues
She then clears her throat and turns to me:
Can I have your phone?
My phone?

My clutch was too small for my cell phone. Melissa is carrying it for me and shes waiting over there. I want to take som
Blackberry. Anastasia stands up with my help and snaps some pictures. Once the ceremony is done, the guests are ushere
the scents from different meals are going to make my wife nauseous, but we are sitting in in a well-ventilated area that m
How do you feel? Are you hungry? I ask attentively.

So far so good and yes I feel ravenous in every way possible, she whispers with her eyes darkening. I snake my hand a
to me.
Putting my forehead to hers, I whisper one word packed with promise, and carnal desire:
Tonight...

The meal is over without any mishap to my relief. We have not been going out to eat since Anastasia has been getting sic
and its

quite difficult to gauge what would make her sick. This is the first large gathering shes participating in, and I have been
spell.

The meal is followed with the drinks and dancing at the larger Ballroom. The first song Taylor and Gail dance to is Can
champagne is depleted, and people danced long hours, Anas eyes start drooping.
Cant Take my Eyes off You - Muse
Im taking you to our room, I whisper.
Home you mean? she asks.
No, were staying here, at the Presidential Suite. Come. Lets say our goodbyes, I say pulling her.
Taylor, who is always in tune with my presence, turns around as soon as he senses my approach.

Jason, I say extending my hand. Congratulations to you both. This is the start of your best years to come. Somehow, I
happy.

And... I say but Anastasia looks up at me in silent communication and whispers, allow me, and inserts her hand to th
envelope out. She hands it to Gail giving her a tight hug.
We love you both dearly, but we dont want to see you until December 4th! she gushes at them, smiling.
December 4th? Taylor asks surprised.

Your itinerary is in the envelope, Gail packed your bags for 3 weeks, and the jet is fueled and ready to take off anytime
say shrugging. Taylor blinks.
But, security? he asks, back in the business mode.

The Calvary rode in, I say nodding in Pellas and Welchs direction. Weve already arranged the coverage for your ab
say with as much confidence as I can muster. The truth is, I always feel better when Taylor is around, but he deserves thi
any man earned a
vacation, it would be Taylor, you enjoy your well-deserved honeymoon with Gail, I say smiling.
Taylor is speechless which is a sight worth seeing all in itself. He swallows hard, looks at Gail, and then turns to us.
Thank you... uhm... he says blinking, lost for words. Thank you. Three weeks? Are you sure? Security?
Relax. Its covered. You know me; I dont leave anything to chance.
Yes, sir.
Anastasia raises her eyebrows to give the real wedding present we planned.

To take your bride in style to the airport, I say holding the engraved key fob in my hand with flourish, heres your new
Shelby Mustang GT350! I hope it lives up to its reputation of being an exceptional open-road touring car.

You rented us my favorite car?No, we bought you your favorite car. Enjoy it! I say as I tug Anastasia who gives both

Gail and Taylor a hug. When Anastasia and I walk away with big grins on our faces, Taylor and Gail are both sporting th
on their faces. Completely priceless.

Now, Mrs. Grey. I believe I owe you a night of passion that is fifty ways to Sunday, I whisper lasciviously as we exit t

Miss Tiber whose company is only welcome to the door of the Presidential Suite and are
conveniently left outside with our DO NOT DISTURB sign turn outward hanging at the door handle.

CHAPTER XIX
FIRST THANKSGIVING

The god in me and the beast in me And all deep things come up to light; And I would barter my soul to be The prize of lo
George Sylvester Viereck, ~Love Triumphant

As soon as we walk through the door, I lock it and turn to Anastasia. Taking a deep breath, I walk around my wife appra
her

shoulders as I walk around her with arrogant confidence, wordlessly. She closes her eyes first. When I come to stand in f
chin lifting it up to look at me. She inhales deep and works on a hard swallow. As I run my thumb over the seam of her l
blue gaze meets my darkened gray gaze full of carnal desire.

I want to make love to my wife, I murmur with intense desire, my lips only a whisper away from her ear, yet not touch
First... How do you feel, baby?

Good, she says, her voice croaks in a high pitch. She clears her throat, and repeats, Im great. Just great! I hide a sm

Well then, I say and lean down to seal her lips with mine. The second we connect, I feel her accumulated hunger matc
just want to be kissed; she wants to be claimed. I take a firm and intense possession of her mouth; plundering, pleasing,
and demanding. She nips my lower lip, grazing along, then gently soothing with her tongue then tasting me with her mo
thigh, shes ready to climb up on me. I support her by lifting her buttocks and pressing her onto my erection. My day old
scrape her soft skin. As I run it across her chin and neck, she tilts her head back as she shudder, and gives me full access
Leonard Cohen A Thousand Kisses Deep

I drop one shoulder of her dress, and expose the delicate strapless lace bustier pushing her swelling breasts. I reach betw
Even though there is no temperature variation in the room, her nipple tightens and perks up as if seeking my full attentio
moan escapes her, immediately hardening me further. With a swift move, I grasp her buttocks and completely raise her o
mouth. Capturing the nipple now extending towards my lips, I suck deep and long, first. I fellate and roll her

nipple first between my lips softly then gently bite down just hard enough to give her a jolt of pleasure down in her sex b
attention mode now. An involuntary moan escapes her lips.

Hush now, I murmur. My lips travel up to her neck and her chin.

Her hand reaches to my tie, trying to loosen it. Then when she gets it loose enough, she fumbles with the button of my sh
off my shoulders. I take pity on her and let the jacket fall to the floor. She directs her attention back to my buttons, but, it
pleasuring her.
I want to touch you! she moans.

Do it! I command. She tries to utilize both hand, and loses patience. The next thing I feel is buttons spraying around th
trying to pull it off my arms.

Mrs. Grey... Ana! To get her attention, I bend my head and suckle her heavy, aching breast. She arches her head back a
her hands slaps the wall behind to support herself as the fingers of her right hand digs into my back. This would have be
ago, but now its something I completely crave. Our breathing is heavy, but I dont want this to be a short game. I finally
and turn her back to me, placing her hands on the wall then zip her dress down. Standing her straight, I let her dress pool
her garter belt. I want those stocking clad legs and her Louboutins over my shoulders. I have to sacrifice the lacy panties
We dont need these, Mrs. Grey, I say as I rip the lace of her panties and pull the shredded contraption off her thighs.

And one more change... I murmur as I run my thumb over my lower lip contemplating. I free her other breast from the

Your hair... I whisper and take the pins off her hair and let them tumble around her shoulder and breasts. Fuck me! She
heavily. I trail my index finger from her lower lip to her chin and then to her neck. I take my time in the valley between h
down on her bodice, I find her visible baby bump on her belly. My hand flattens and caresses our child then travel down
Shes completely hair free now that
shes getting regular waxing, save for a small landing strip. I run my fingers between her folds. Shes completely wet.
You are so ready for me baby! I whisper.

Then insert my index finger into her sex, then a second digit. I swipe my fingers around and already feel the tightening o
movements.
Oh, please Christian! she pleads with me. What do you want Anastasia?
You! she moans.You have me. What do you want me to do?Kiss me... Down there, she points, making me grin.

With pleasure! I say and l drop to my knees. I brush my day old stubble over her belly and her sex eliciting a long draw
spread her wider, and after swiping my tongue through her slit, I blow on her clit making her shiver. She puts her Christi
grin at her enthusiasm. When I dip my tongue into her hot and wet sex, I feel it pulsing under my tongue. Supporting her
floor and push her body to the corner of the two walls and keep her steady then really dip my tongue into her sex and pro
practically sitting on my shoulders when her sex is an open buffet before my face. When I cover my mouth over her clit
she nearly levitates off my shoulders, slamming her hands hard on the walls. As soon as I feel her core tightening, I pull
subside.
Anastasia laces and tangles her fingers in my hair forcing me to speed up, unable to utter a coherent word.

Please, Christian! Harder! Faster!All in good time... I smile with the evidence of her arousal glistening over my lips

I run my hand over her stocking clad thigh and squeeze her buttock and seal my lip over her sex again. This time my ton
dip into her sex. I tilt her buttocks just the right way towards my mouth and grant a greater access to my ministrations. L
massage and awaken her nerves. She clenches and her sex starts spasming. The heels of her shoes dig into my back delic
entire body with my name on her lips. I suck every ounce of pleasure of her and only let her down when shes limp as a
The games have only begun, Mrs. Grey, I say darkly and lower her to my arms and carry her to the bed.

As much as I adore these on you, I want to see all of my wife, I murmur, and take my time removing her bodice. Then
down as I caress her legs. Removing her shoes, I pull the stockings off. Then pulling the tie left on my neck, I tie it loose
backwards to the bed, and gently push her down. She watches me with heavy lidded eyes. I make a show of removing m
springs out. Anastasia greets it with an excited gasp. I slowly climb over my wife and take possession of her lips, kissing
down to her neck. Her nipples strain out towards my lips for attention like luscious beads. I capture one with my lips and
movements with my hand on her other nipple. She lifts her hips up to get
some friction trying to meet my eager cock.

No, baby... I remind her. I want this to last! Its been a while since Ive been inside her. Im going to prolong and enj
trail my tongue down to her belly, her pubic bone and her inner thigh. Without touching her sex, I leisurely crawl out of
erogenous zone under her knee. She nearly lifts off the bed as the pleasure hits her. I continue to travel

down, and reach her foot. I run my stubble over her instep and slightly bite her heel. Then graze her foot with my teeth a
leisurely, making her convulse with heightened pleasure.
Christian, fuck me! Please! I grin in response. Slowly put her leg back on the bed and palm my erection.
You want this baby? I ask stroking my length up and down.

Yes! Please! she begs.

Continuing to pleasure myself at the edge of the bed in Anastasia full view, I keep stroking myself. Anastasia scrambles
bed.

Mine! she says, and grasping my ass with one hand, she takes me into her mouth. She tries to slide her other hand ove

I only want your mouth. No hands! I say. She looks at me challengingly. A wicked grin comes to her lips and she exten
Maybe, you should tie me Mr. Grey!

Youre getting mighty bossy Mrs. Grey. Maybe I should, I say removing the tie from her neck, I tie her hands in front
hair falling and dancing around her breasts. I am mesmerized. My eyes crush close, but I force

myself to open them again. The extreme pleasure is getting me close to orgasm, but I dont want to come into her mouth
mark myself. Yes, I am fucking selfish and primitive. So, sue me! Shes my wife, my woman and I am hers!

Enough! I grunt, but Anastasia doesnt relent. She continues to suck me, coaxing me semen. Enough sucking baby! I
growl, and push her back onto the bed. Lifting her tied hands up above her head, I slam into her balls deep in one swift m
Im going to ride you hard, baby! Tell me to stop if its too hard for you! I hiss through my gritted teeth.
Stop talking and fuck me already! she growls like a feisty kitten.

Yes, maam! I say and start moving. I pull out to the tip and slam back again. My head leans down and grasps her brea
mouth is wet and hot, licking, sucking, as my cock is fucking, and thrusting hard, melting into one another. Anastasia mo
quivering under me, trembling with pleasure. Her sex clenches my cock like a tight fist, determined to suck out every dr
Ana and Christian in Bed

Oh, Ana! I cry out letting go of myself, pumping into her, finally roaring like a male lion taking and possessing his fem
senses, her legs are still wrapped around me waist, and exhausted.
Mr. Grey, she murmurs, listless, that was incredible!
One more time... I whisper. This time, slow and sweet, my love, and I make up the missing nine days
to her most of the night.
***** *****
People should either be caressed or crushed. If you do them minor damage they will get their revenge;
but if you cripple them, there is nothing they can do. If you need to injure someone, do it
in such a way that you do not have to fear their vengeance.
The mans burner phone rings furiously, repeatedly, demanding to be answered. He knows immediately
who it is. Christ! If his clients rage was a physical entity, it would come out of the phone and beat the
shit out of him already. He is a seasoned man. Not much scares or worries him. Hes after all been to
eight years of combat and six years of mercenary and been a private security contractor for three years for
those who traveled with their personal army to places even God didnt want to enter. With his hired
automatic heavy weapons of course. He doesnt feel such emotions as compassion, empathy, mercy, awe,
gratitude or love. But he takes pride in himself for being very good at utilizing his rage, hate, cruelty,
avarice and revulsion. He enjoys others despair, hurt, anxiety, fear, helplessness and takes delight in
watching them go through these emotions. It is his version of amusement, harnessed his abilities which
took him years and lots of kills under his belt. Incidentally he made a lot of bucks while he was having
fun. A mans gotta make a living. At least he isnt stealing it.
He finally decides to answer the fuckers call. He puts his guns hes cleaning back on the table.
Niccol Machiavelli
Fawkes, he answers his phone. The voice in the phone pauses, and hesitates. Youre giving me your
name? the client asks in a baritone voice.A disposable, interchangeable, anonymous alias.

You stirred the pot!You asked me to stir the pot!Not before you informed me in the method in which you stir the sa

I have given you more information than anyone could have recovered. Private... information, Fawkes bit out. Informa
slept in the same bed with Grey, himself! His wifes pregnancy was kept like a state secret. Now you know the name of h
expected to give birth, her schedule, her best friends home layout. You asked me to make him nervous, make him
feel that he is vulnerable. I did just that!

If you make him feel vulnerable at his weakest link, he will strengthen it and cover his ass! You should have learned tha

Head of his security is gone on a three week honeymoon, he says casually as if hes not just been scolded by his Clien
some damage. His client growls as if hes speaking to an idiot.

Youve known this man for what, a couple of months? Ive known him since he was peeing in his shorts. Do you think
his security was absent for three weeks?
Arrogance would make people weak!

Hes arrogant, but hes also cautious. Do you have information on who he hired to cover his bases when his main man g

Yes. A forty year old woman was added to his wifes security detail. How did you come by with that information?I
on a few databases.
And?

Shes ex-secret service, he says casually. A string of profanities follow on the receiver which he momentarily takes aw
Secret service? Do you see what you caused?
Relax! The last person she served was Mrs. Clinton. Shes old news! The client on the phone knows differently.
Did she serve her the whole term?
Yes, she did. Then she was recruited by another playboy like Grey.
She has got to be dangerous, and you can be sure that if she could protect a dominant, take control of everything in the
Clinton, you are facing your biggest challenge yet. He wants to laugh. A chick! Theyre mostly
recruited because they have to fill the quota of diversity by whiny liberals for fucks sake!

She is a woman! he hisses. Thats her first weakness. What was it with the mercenary idiots that they trust their mus
Client.

You cant fuck this up! Remember who is paying for your service! I shall do some damage control now. Had you not ril
chance in this three week window, now the eagles nest is safer than ever.
What do you recommend, boss? he bits out, reluctantly. Even head dogs obey their masters for the bone they receive.

Wait in lay, his client says. He waited years for this to plan to work; It cant be fucked up. He knows what hasty decisi
Hyde. He couldnt afford another impulsive blow. This has to be calculated down to the last move. This has to hurt him,
greatest pain before he ends the game on his own terms sending a message that it was him who took him down and fuck
Grey when it comes to money. The fucker is worth several billions dollars and he stripped him to nothing but his reveng
many years. Thank fuck for that! So, Grey showed deference when it comes to his wife. He loves her, the Client thought

himself in derision. What a fucking weakness! The biggest when it comes to taking down your enemies, an inexpensive,
dollar property with a thousand dollar lock! And to think that he made all kinds of effort to hide his wifes pregnancy fro
both the child and his wife. How should he go about this?

If he damages pregnancy, she could certainly get pregnant again. Its just a fetus. Oh sure, his wife might mope around a
isnt pain enough. Not really. Men usually dont get attached to the fetus. But a child on the other hand is a whole differe
child like his most important possession, especially after he holds his offspring in his arms.

When, then would be the best time to attack? When? When? When? It would be too hard to inflict harm when the child w

well protected apartment. It had to be in the hospital. He makes his decision.

Let Grey think hes safe and the incident with the paparazzi his man caused just a
public curiosity, and nothing else. Grey has to feel safe if he has to loosen the safety strings.

Heres how its going to be played. I want you to be as stealthy as possible. I dont want additional players in the game.

You want a long drawn out game, Fawkes says his gaze drifting to the night sky from the 8th story window of his hote
steady ribbon below. The fog from the waterfront is moving in from the distance. He shifts in his chair, turning his attent

There will always be other players like the wedding planner I fucked to gain access to the Kavanagh household who of
managed to place a concealed bug. I will in the end make Grey the unwilling participant of your greatest illusion! Misdir
Client instantly loves the sound of that. Its his favorite word after all. His cock even twitches with the word and he does
Go on... Fawkes Client says concealing his interest, feigning boredom.

Hes going to think that this is about his wife and the paparazzi. The wife is just the vessel to the end goal. You cannot a
him,

discovering his weaknesses and use it against him. This, after all has only been my reconnaissance. Your previous endea
used a dickless jock who did not do his homework and failed you both miserably, he says as a matter of factly.

What endeavor? the Client asks defensively, further ensuring Fawkes instincts were in fact correct. So it was him who
to use that

incompetent fuckers anger against the Greys which apparently was a total flop. The man was emotionally involved. Em
isnt emotionally invested and certainly wouldnt fall into the same traps. He knows that if you give people a really diffic
choice of doing the sensible thing and doing the instinctive thing, theyll go for the instinctive. Hes learned that well in
nature is very predictable. People always go for the instinctive choice before a difficult task. Because, when people are m
their instinct. Its just simple biology. He knows this well because a predator learns everything about its prey. He knows
and make decisions with their emotions rather than their brain. Ill be selling a different danger to fucking Grey, while s

trap for something completely different, he explains. He knows how to utilize the persuasive intent. Its become a secon

I told you. Ive done my reconnaissance. Im involving the whole country in the ruse. The man is filthy rich and he isn
handsome. Even if he wasnt good looking, the women would ogle him for the money he has. Hes also got himself a nic
pregnant. Its easy to stir the shit pot up and direct his full attention on something else while we set the secondary trap.
there are important decisions are being made that would stir up the public big time, give them something else to chew on
all the time: They toss a piece of bone to rile up the conservatives. The religious community would jump at that shit and
them back and forth. Thats when you move the ships at night when the public is stewing on a fake or some unimportant
hear it. Diversion. Simple tool, but works every fucking time!
How do you manage to do that?

Its human nature that they crave gossip. It doesnt even have be the real news. It could be an onlooker said, or a sour
said and bam you have the fucking gossip whispered into those magazines. Attach a semi- credible picture to it and get
the shit-storm, it

shouldnt be too hard with a hothead like Grey to generate news. And if were lucky, he smashes a few cameras, beats co
court with those fuckers and will forget all about you or me. By the time I pull this shit on, my hand will be so deep in hi
ends and my arm begins, Fawkes says confidently. Hes assassinated heads of state before who were vigilant at every se
play. He would do his homework well, and have another completed mission no matter how tiny the target is.
How do you know hes going to take the bait? asks the Client. Hes interested in the plan.

Unless hes got a skin like the rhinoceros, he will take it, because the chick hes married is on a tight leash. He is into he
territory, like any red blooded man with a hot fuck like her.

Okay, but, I want a minor change, the Client says noncommittally. A swift exit of the package from the scene would b
exert prolonged torture to both of them. She suffers and he will suffer double. When he comes for the
package, you take him out as well.
Youre the boss. But it will cost you. Youre gonna be keeping me on the retainer for at least six more months.

Weve agreed on the price before. I will drop the money, and will let you know the place to pick-up. That will cover the

My prices are set and non-negotiable. When we agreed, there was only one hit. Two hits will cost you ten million with
previous price. I will have to ask you the 25% of the new price to be paid next week, Fawkes says firmly as he moves o
clean now. He places it in its container as he holds the burner phone over his shoulder and chin. Once he locks the case,
is six feet tall, with military crew cut hair and according to the wedding planner, he has honey colored expressive eyes, o
him even handsome. It wasnt hard to charm the tight skirt off the wedding planner. She was easily taken with a rugged m
working out and a virile man who liked to fuck. Women loved to go for that mystery shit and he is mysterious. Like a gh
numerous aliases and seven different passports from seven different countries, all forged of course, but as far as the fake
could finish the job and exit the country for a while until the next call came for the
next job.

I am well aware of your prices. I will pay you the next 25% but you wont get anything else until the job is complete. If
fail... the Client says, he cuts him off. The Client does not like to be cut off.
All sales are final. No refunds, Fawkes replies in a dominating voice. The client however doesnt yield
to other dominants. It ruffles his feathers.
I wasnt talking about cash, he whispers in an ominous calm, but icy cold voice. Just remember that I
get my dues. I. Always. Get. My. Dues, he says, his words are distinct and staccato. Think of it as a
professional courtesy. You would understand. Youve been in the business long enough. So, thats how it
was going to be. There would be someone else pointing the gun at his head had he not pulled the trigger.
But, this wasnt the first job, and he knows or suspects what the Client did in the past to piss this target
off and he also knows who the client is. He isnt worried. The job would be complete when all the pieces
fall in place. And the final piece was still cooking in the oven.
Fair enough. I want my money in my hand next week. Ill leave another burner phone for you and text
you the location. Thats the one you will use when I call you next, he says. The Client feels assured and
hangs up just a tad bit close to his triumph for first time in many weeks.
***** *****

Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even

when they're not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup
overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They
begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or--such is the
pleasure they experience--they may never finish it.
Paulo Coelho ~Eleven Minutes

Im so glad. Ive called you because I thought on Gails absence you might need some help with cooking and cleaning.
be more than happy to help you for the duration of Gail and Taylors honeymoon...

The European pigtails? Anastasia squeaks, her voice an octave higher. Then she clears her throat, and rephrases her qu
working for you? she asks.Oh, yes, my mother sounds reticent now. Has she offended you in any way, Ana? If shes
want to send her to your home, of course. Anastasia breathes out slowly, and gives me a nervous look. Why is she offen

I completely appreciate the gesture Grace. Thank you so much. Youre very thoughtful. But, I prefer not to take away y
someone else to come over for the time being... she says and thats news to me. Why

would Anastasia withhold that information from me especially when someone Ive never met is coming to our home to w
looks up at me nervously.
Oh, great. Im glad you have help, Ana. I was worried there for a while thinking you didnt have help.

Thank you for the kind gesture Grace. I have plenty of help. How are Carrick and Mia? she says immediately changin
steady. Why is she upset?

We are all doing very well, sweetheart. Thank you for asking. Mia wanted to see you but I told her to not to bother you
remembered! Is there anything special you would like to have for Thanksgiving or any food we should avoid of cooking
makes Ana smile.

There is a short list of items that make me sick, but mostly what is served on Thanksgiving should be fine. Im a bit tire
you if thats okay, Grace, she says to my mom.
Of course Ana. The baby is going to go through growth spurs and resting is extremely important, darling.

I find myself napping twice a day now and still feel sleepy! Ana smiles. Give my love to Carrick and Mia, please. We
Thanksgiving. Do you want us to bring anything? she asks and I know she wants to end her conversation.
No darling, just your lovely company, my mother says. Have a good nap, Ana. We love you, dear!
We love you too, Grace, she says and hangs up.
I walk right in front of her. Fixing my gaze onto her heated stare, I raise a questioning eyebrow at her, accusingly.
What? she snaps.When were you planning to tell me about the help in Gails place?
What help? Ana asks. Is she deliberately being obtuse?
The help you told my mom that Gail recommended.
Theres no help! she hisses. I dont understand. Why would she lie to my mom?
Why then.... I say then I stop.
Mrs. Grey... Are you jealous of Gretchen? I ask with a suppressed grin.

I dont want Miss European pigtails anywhere near your house or you! she says, and Our home and your husband, I

Well, she says putting her fisted hands on her hips in a defensive gesture, your wife doesnt want the Miss European
dont like her and I sure dont trust that drooling bitch! Her anger surprises me.
Has she said or done anything to you to elicit this level of anger from you?
Honestly, Christian! I barely tolerate seeing her when I go over to your parents house because shes so ready to rip her
says, then shakes her head, composing herself. Never mind. Id rather wait for Gails return. And

if were desperate for help, Im sure I can count on Melissa to help find a reliable help, she says a little calmer. She then
Room. I catch her arm.
Wait! Why are you angry, Anastasia? Have I given you any reason to be jealous with anyone?
Really, Sherlock? she bits out trying to get out of my grasp. I hold onto her tighter. God! Her hormones are giving me

I dont care about her or any other woman, Anastasia. My mom only offered the help because she thought you have bee

I know. I appreciate the gesture, she says sighing. It is actually very kind of her. I just dont know why it bothered me

Dont worry about it. We will interview a temporary help and make sure that you are comfortable with her. Okay? I as
Ana? I say in a warning tone.
Theres no one for me, baby. Just you. Just. You. Okay?
I lift her chin up and she looks at me, Yes, she says nodding slowly.

Okay. Now that we got that out of the way, come, I want to feed my wife dinner and then take her to our bed to make lo
Make love? she asks looking at me hopeful.Yes, make love, I confirm and she gives me a genuine smile this time.
***** *****

The next two weeks passes nearly uneventful. Anastasia has not made one complaint about her new security detail. Anas
the get go. She could not warm up to her. Melissa Tiber is a lot tougher and more seasoned than Prescott.
Hows Tiber working out for you, baby? I ask as were getting ready to go to my

parents home for the Thanksgiving Day.Tiber? I call her Melissa. Tiber sounds too Roman. Roman? I ask curiously

Yes. Dont you know? Tiberius was one of the imperial families of the Ancient Rome. They had imperial palaces on the
Roman Forum, she says and I look at her with my mouth agape.
I know I havent taken you to Rome. How did you come by that information? I ask quizzically.

Mr. Grey, Im offended. I am an editor at SIP after all. I read, she says grinning. What? I ask when she gets that misc
I like it when theres something I know and you dont Mr. Grey. Thats all, she giggles.

Really Mrs. Grey?

Yes, because you generally know everything, and you are very good at it. Im in awe of you and how much you know. B
know a little more than you do which are very rare. She giggles again.

I know you read a lot Mrs. Grey, and I am quite impressed with your knowledge, I say as I wrap my arms around from
little with sixteen weeks of pregnancy today. I nuzzle her neck, trailing kisses. My hands rest on her naked belly caressin
Do you feel the baby moving yet? I ask suddenly curious.

Not as a physical movement per say, she says, but I feel the butterfly movements. I dont think we can see it yet from
month according to Dr. Greene, she explains tilting her head to the side giving greater access to her neck.
I love the way your body is changing, I murmur. I love it the pink hue it gave your

lips, I whisper trailing my index finger, to your lush, full breasts, I say cupping her breasts beneath her lacy bra. I slow
of her breasts out of the cup, circling and kneading the pink nipple.

I love the way it readily responds to my touch, I murmur and take her breast into my
hot, wet mouth and suck.
Ahhh! she moans. I slightly bite her nipple and lick where I nipped her. Then trail kisses down her
torso to her belly. Kneeling down, I hold her hips between my hands kiss the little bump, our baby.
Hi Blip, I murmur. This is your daddy. Anastasias breath hitches. Her hands tentatively move onto
my head and caress my hair gently. When I look up at her from the floor, shes gazing at me with full of
admiration. Theyre wide and brimming with tears.
Whats wrong baby? I ask, slowly rising to my feet, concerned. I hold her face in my hand and make
her look up at me.
Oh, Christian! How I have dreamed that you would do this, love me and our baby like this, with this
intensity, with this level of awe and admiration. Now, Im the one who is
in awe of you, she whispers, not trusting her voice.
I love you both! But, you already know that. I am but a man who is madly in love with his wife and in
love with his child to be born. Our. Baby. Half of you, I say caressing her cheek and she leans into my
hand, and half of me, I murmur. She opens her eyes up to look at me.
Now, lets finish getting ready, I whisper.
Nooo! she protests. I raise my eyebrows, hiding my amusement.
You just, did this to me, and now asking to just get dressed and go?
What did I do to you Mrs. Grey? I ask feigning innocence.
Turned me on, Christian! How can you be so obtuse when you just got my breast out, sucked me into near orgasm and
Why Mrs. Grey, did you want me to fuck you?
Yes, damn it! I try to suppress my grin unsuccessfully.
Id love to, but we are running out of time, I murmur as I deliberately run my index finger over her exposed nipple. It
tonight, I whisper.
She pushes my hand away and tucks her breast into her lacy bra frustrated.

Dont count on it! she says petulantly and turns her back to go to the closet. I have a feral cat in my care. Shes wild an
to me.

I will choose the time and place, baby. Anticipation is half of seduction, I whisper. I want her, but this is another big fi
couple. Im going to make it special. She purses her lips and narrows her eyes.
***** *****

Pale blue taffeta dress not only emphasizes her eyes, but also draws attention to her growing bust, and the knee length fo
Anastasias dress is tied with a blue satin sash right under her breasts and above her baby bump.

What do you think? she asks with heavy lidded eyes. I lose my train of thought. I make a motion indicating her to turn
opening her arms as she turns around.

Did your boobs get two sizes bigger? I ask with my voice husky. I try to pull the dress up just a bit to cover her very ev
away.
Its very appropriate, she says.
Yes, but everyone will be touching your belly and your boobs are right there!
She hands me her coat to help her put it on.
Maybe you should keep this on the whole time. My brother and Ethan Kavanagh will be there, I say.

Im sure theyll behave, she goads me. She turns her back for me to help her and I realize that the dress has a deeper c
Did you remove your bra? I ask.
Yes, she feigns disinterest. The dress has a built in bra to keep everything in place. I groan.
Theyll hug you and touch you. How long would it take for you to change into something else?
I like this dress. Its brand new. Are you ashamed of me? Do I look fat? she asks horrified. I know what shes doing.
No! Im just protecting whats mine. Theyre for my eyes only.

Why Mr. Grey, Im a pregnant, married woman. I have this dress on for my husbands pleasure, she bats her eyelashes
seduce me because she knows I wont be able to resist. She just raised the stakes of the game and sent the ball into my co

I hold her coat up for her, and she puts her arms in. Two can play at that game. I love a challenge. She just made it into a
Well, then Mrs. Grey, shall we go?

Wait, she says, and fixes my tie. Running her hands down my lapels leisurely, she watches my eyes darken with desire

Okay, Im ready, she says making me swallow. I hold her hand and walk out of our bedroom quickly before I decide to

The elevator ride down to the garage is silent. My gaze is fixed on Anastasia with its full intensity. She looks up at me an
squeezes it back reassuring me, but not without that mischievous smile. What are you up to Mrs. Grey?

Melissa opens Anastasias door and I tuck her in the SUV. Sawyer opens my door, and I slip next to my wife. I place my
hitching. But I dont move it any further. She looks at me expectantly. I just smile at her in response.

When we arrive at my parents house, Mia comes barreling down as usual, but only after a hi! Im pushed aside becau
Oh my gosh! Let me see you Ana! Just as I predicted, her hand flies to Anas belly.

I cant believe it! Im gonna be an aunt in just a few months. Can you feel the baby? Does it kick yet? Did you guys fin
morning sickness stop yet? Mia rapid fires her questions making Anastasia smile.
Mia! my mom admonishes her. Let Ana come inside first. How are you dear? ask my mom as she hugs Ana.
Im fine. Thank you, Grace! she replies with a bright smile.
Hi Ana! It looks like our grandchild is growing. You look beautiful. Glowing! my father compliments her then shakes
other hand.
As we walk into the living room, Kate Kavanagh rushes to meet us with a smile and my brother in tow.
Oh, Ana! You look marvelous! Oh, your belly is growing! she touches her belly, baby talking to her pregnant belly.
Hi Ana! my brother greets her. Wow! Pregnancy agrees with you little lady! You

look sensational, he says and scoops my wife off the floor in a bear hug.Thats enough hugging, Elliot. I like my kid to
Ethan is next in line. His eyes are glowing with admiration.Ana, you look, wow! Just wow! Can I? he says and his han

Stunning! he says, then murmurs under his breath, oh what the hell! and hugs Ana twirling her around. My gaze gro
others hands on my wife. Thank God she has not taken her coat off yet. Its just been open in the front. But once she tak
Kavanagh parents are there as well as Anas dad.
Okay, let me get my turn to hug my daughter, Ray says in a gruff voice. Hi, dad! Anastasia greets him with a happy
you been?
Ive been doing much better, dad. Thank you!
Im so glad, Annie. You look like an angel, he says giving Anastasia a hug.
Did you call your mom? he asks lowering his voice.
Yes, well, no. She called me this morning. So, we spoke.
Me, too. She told me to check on you from time to time. She worries about you, you know.
Yes, I know. She asked me to visit when I felt better, she says. This is news to me. I look at her pure attention.

Anastasia, youve been on your feet too long. Lets sit, I say directing her to the sofa. Ray follows suit. I sit next to An
on the knee. I extend my arm over to her shoulder.
You think you might visit her? Ray asks after he takes place next to her.

Uhm... Id like to. But, currently my morning sickness is unpredictable. I have good days and bad days. I do miss her th

Mr. Kavanagh and my brother ask me if I caught the score on the Green Bay Packers and Detroit Lions game that was pl
No, I didnt. How was it? I ask.

Packers won 27 to 15. Good game! Well, were catching the game with Dallas Cowboys and Miami Dolphins now, El

Hey Ana! Come and join the girls! my sister pulls her out of my grasp. I frown but Anastasia shrugs giving me a smile
What would you like to do drink? Katherine asks her.
White wine or champagne, Anastasia says looking at me with a barely concealed smile.
Sparkling water or juice for her! I chide.
Like shooting fish in a barrel! says Kate Kavanagh. I think the joke at my expense.

Anastasias face falls a second later and I see the reason why. My parents help Gretchen is in the room with a tray and s
takes her juice and wine from the tray. When Gretchen steps forward to extend the tray to me, Anastasia steps in front of
I got my husbands drink. Thank you, she says icily.

Yes, maam, Gretchen says blushing profusely. I rise from my seat and extend my hand to my wife for my drink with a
Are you smirking at me, Mr. Grey? she asks with one hand on her hip. I have a tigress in my possession, I grin.
I too am possessive of whats mine. Are you complaining, husband? she whispers back.
Baby, it is so fucking hot, Im salivating, I reply back.

What are you guys whispering about? Kate Kavanagh comes, her hands on her hips. Sometimes her bossy attitude irri
talking to my wife!
My diet, Anastasia responds without a beat, though not without a blush.
Come on Christian! Youre missing the game! Elliot calls me from the entertainment room.
Later, I whisper into Anastasias ear, my voice full of wanton desire and then give her a chaste kiss on her lips.
Come on man! You can do better than that! Elliot teases me.

Yes, I can. I just dont put out a show, I say, though theres only my brother and Kate in the room besides us. Everyone
socializing in the back patio. Just as Anastasia turns her back to leave with Kate, I slap her behind,
making her yelp. She turns and looks at me blushing.
***** *****

At the table Im seated next to Anastasia, and my grandmother insisted on sitting next to Ana and that left my grandfathe
grandfather in return insisted that my grandmother sits next to him to prevent her from constantly touching Anastasia be
since she arrived at the house. I think the only person who didnt touch Anas belly is Gretchen. Everyone else took seve

Christian, Im so happy that you and Ana listened to my advice! I am so happy with the prospect of seeing my great-gra
smile at my grandmother then hold Anastasias hand and bringing it to my lips and kiss it. As I lower her hand, I put it ba
her lap. To everyone else on the table, its a loving gesture from a husband to his beautiful wife. But my wife knows it di

barely concealed nervousness and blushes. She takes a sip of her sparkly water. My grandfather turns to Anastasia and m
behalf for being nosy, taking her blushing as a response to my grandmothers remark.

My hand leisurely travels up Anastasias leg under the concealment of the tablecloth as my father gives his annual Thank
thankful for, then starts slicing the turkey and my mother is talking about one of our Thanksgiving memories when we w
electric knife despite moms protests, and its not working the way he expected it to. He apologizes to us and my mom k
she calls it for my father to carve the turkey.
What would I do without you? he says to my mother with a smile.

You shall never find out, my mother replies, giving him a light kiss on his cheek. My dad returns to his task of cutting
baking for hours, anxious for us to taste his masterpiece, still wearing his chefs hat and apron that says in bold letters K

Meanwhile my hand reaches the apex of my wifes thighs, and its my turn to be surprised. Its not because shes blockin
wearing any underwear! Did she come here without any underwear in that short dress? Or did

she take it off after she walked away with Katherine? Her sex is slick and aroused. I let out my breath slowly, and Anasta
grandmother passes her.

Thank you, I hear her say, then turns to me with darkened eyes and ask. Christian, would you like some?Yesss! I w

Thigh or breast? the question in my fathers voice takes me by surprise. I compose myself. Anastasia blushes and she c
response for her to keep it open.

Ill have some of each, my grandfather replies.No you wont! my grandmother retorts.Its better for you to have jus
pressure!Its Thanksgiving, for Gods sake!It would be okay for him to have some, mother, my mom calms my gra
he has a moderate amount, it would be fine.

The doctor has spoken! my grandfather says smugly, pass me some of the yams, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce an
You cant have mashed potatoes.
Can too!
I am hearing your arteries clog! No mashed potatoes for you, dear, says my grandmother with finality.
Fine, woman. But Im having stuffing, he retorts petulantly. Everyone around the table laughs at their banter.
***** *****The food was simply marvelous Mr. Grey! Anastasia says.

Carrick, please, Ana. And thank you. This is a big compliment coming from a pregnant woman. I have done my job we
himself.
Praises come around the table from each diner.

Well have our drinks in the living room and those of you who wants to watch the last game of the day, lets go to the en
Christian, are you watching the game? Ethan asks.Ill come later. I think Anastasia wants to rest, I say and he nods.

Are you okay, Ana? the women around the table asks. Ill take her to my room. She can take a nap there! Mia jumps
Thank you, Mia. But, its my job to take care of my pregnant wife, I say decidedly.
Sure it is! Elliot says with innuendo, making my wife blush.

My father gives him a forbidding look. You can get me back when I knock Kate up! he says which earns him a slap on
her mother

nearly chokes on her champagne.Dont be an ass Elliot! Anas been very sick lately, Kate admonishes him.Sorry, Ana
says half chagrined, half bad boy.

I wrap my arm around Anastasias waist, and walk her out of the dining room, lead her to the base of the stairs. When we
earshot, I turn to her with my gaze darkened.
Do you want to explain me the no panties? Which part? she asks.

Did you come here without panties, or did you take them off before you sat at the table? I ask.Does it matter, Mr. Gre
Shes toying with me. Topping from the bottom.

Do you have a pair of panties with you? I whisper. She shrugs noncommittally. God! I cant even wait to go up to my
and find the spare bedroom empty downstairs. Anastasia rises on her tiptoes and taking me by surprise; she reaches with
locks her lips with mine. My back to the wall, I pull Anastasia into my arms. I lower my left hand to the small of her bac
the folds of her dress, finding her slick, soaked sex. I slide one finger over her slit, skating it back and forth, eliciting a g
within our kiss. I dip my index finger into her inviting sex and mimic my tongues ministrations in her mouth with my fi
are breathless, I lower my lip to the shell of her ear.
God, I cant wait to be inside you, I whisper into her ear.Are you feeling alright, Ana? asks a concerned male voice.
Shes just a little light headed. Im just holding her until the dizzy spell goes away. I respond without a beat.
Shouldnt you lie her down? Do you want me to bring her a glass of water or

something? he asks attentively. Anastasia shakes her head, leaning her head on my chest. I dip a second and a third fing
hitches.
Do you want me to get your mom? Ethan asks. Fuck! What a pest!

No. I know how to take care of my wife! I bit out. Weve done this before. Shell be fine in a minute, I say moving m
her G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure to get her off. I can feel her approaching
orgasm. She bites down onto my left pectoral to stifle her moan, making my cock take off with desire.

Okay. Hope you feel better, Ana, he says as he walks away towards the guest bathroom down the hall. When Anastasia
shaking her to her core, I pull my fingers out of her and support her limp body. I lift her off with one arm and make a sho
into the spare bedroom and kick the door closed and lock it.

Now, Mrs. Grey. I believe its my job to make my wife feel so much better, I say and deposit her onto the bed. What sa

She bites her lower lip, Youve had me at the table. Im all yours, husband! That you are, Mrs. Grey. That you are!
In my Secret Life - Leonard Cohen
***** *****
CHAPTER XX KEYS to MY HEART La Vita Nuova
In that book which is My memory . . .
On the first page That is the chapter when I first met you Appear the words . . . Here begins a new life
- Dante Alighieri

No, no, no! Anastasia stops the mover from hanging the painting weve purchased into the wrong
room. My wife wanted to personally supervise the

location of each furniture weve chosen together and of course the paintings weve purchased. The only thing I am not b
white photo Jose the photographer took.Christian! Its so... there! she makes a nervous gesture with her hand seeing he

Im not budging on this Ana! I love looking at your picture, and its going to be our living room.But, everyone will se
family. Youre the center of my universe, why shouldnt I have an image of you in the hearth of our home?

Our home... she whispers reverently. It is our home, isnt it? she says her hands absently caressing her protruding be
her and close the distance between us. Wrapping my arms one over her hand below her belly, the other right under her am
personifies everything that is valuable to me. I lower my head to her neck and inhale her scent.

Oh, Mrs. Grey! How I love you, baby! I whisper.Just me? she asks feigning disappointment.You and the blip. But,
than the love of our child. Little Master or Miss Grey.Oh! We have an appointment on Monday with Dr. Green. If the b
the sex of the baby. I want us to be able to discuss the names, she says excitedly.Lets find out what we are having firs
remind her. Names! She suggested that I'd look into my biological family history and see. I know she wants me to make
want nothing to do with those fuckers.Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey, says Mrs. Taylor, clearing her throat. I feel relief. They ar
quite big. Where would you like it placed?

Christmas tree? Ana asks surprised.Yes, this is our first Christmas, and it is in nine days away. Are you quite sure tha
Our family is big. My parents, grandparents, siblings, their significant other, your dad and the Kavanagh parents...

Oh, my dad may not be able to make it. He might go see Jose and his dad since they have no one else to spend the Chri
Christmas with Jose and his dad instead of his daughter?

How do you feel about that?I could invite Jose and Mr. Rodriguez but I think they dont want to impose on us. So, I d
this year to keep his best friend company and maybe visit us next Christmas... you know, she says smiling, holding her
Christmas. I nod wordlessly.

Well, Mrs. Grey, I count... I say squinting my eyes, four from our family, and four people from Kavanagh family, a to
Were just moving.Ill help Mrs. Grey, sir. Jason and I will have our Christmas here and Im cooking for Sawyer, Ryan
Taylor. Ana grins at me, giving me her I told you so look.

See, Gail and I have it all planned out. Lets go determine where we will put the Christmas tree, she says excitedly, tug
Christmas tree, her eyes widen.Uhm, wow! Christian, this is like the main tree they put in the White House! Its huge!

Don't you like it? I ask worried.I do... I guess. I just never had a tree of my own. I mean when I was little my mom us
was...small. Kate and I didnt bother to put up a tree because she always went to her parents, and I went to see Ray or m
throat works hard on a swallow. I knew that she didnt celebrate much coming from a divorce family; always having one
When her eyes start misting, I postpone giving her the gifts I got.Where would you like the tree, Mrs. Grey? asks Tayl
up the glass doors in the great room and managed to haul the tree into the house.

What do you think if they put it right there, Christian? Anastasia finally asks excitedly. She points her index finger nea
Perfect! I say without taking my eyes off her. She grins. In the next half hour,

she instructs the workers for the exact location she wants the tree to be placed. Ive never seen her in nesting mode befor
tree is properly set-up and the workers retreated, I turn to her.I believe its time to put your first ornaments on our first t
widen, and she practically yanks the gift boxes out of my hands. If I knew theyd make you this excited, Id have given
box she opens rewards me with a sharp gasp. The first ornament shes holding is our first kiss as a husband and wife carv
a great job depicting us, though no artist can fully capture Anastasias beauty. First kiss, first love, first Christmas is w
standing.

Husband, you are the biggest romantic! I love it! she utters once she is capable of putting her words in a sequence.W
believe I want everyone to see this. Sooooo.... She says walking around the tree, then walking back to get a full vision o
she exclaims, and places the ornament at a very visible location on the tree.

Open the next one, I instruct. With trembling fingers, she opens the next box. The sight of her face is something to beh

next ornament, then to me and then back to the ornament again. Wordlessly, she throws her arms around my neck, and p
pull apart, were both breathless.Mrs. Grey! I am loving your reaction to my gifts. I'll make sure to give you gifts more
face... I smile with my gaze darkening. She wipes her eyes with the backs of her hand then looks at the

ornament again. She holds it close to her heart as if its the most precious gift she has ever received.I love it! she whisp
you! Thank you! Her voice is appreciative, sincere and completely awed.

She lifts the ornament up. It is a flying stork carrying a heart shaped bundle with a pink and a blue footprint stamped wit
first sight. She hangs it up next to our figurines.
Gail! Mrs. Jones, I mean Mrs. Taylor! she calls out. Yes, maam, Gail comes discreetly from behind.

Could you help me to decorate the tree? she asks.Of course maam.Anastasia, I dont want you on ladders or trying
"But, I want to, Christian!""No! I have professionals coming to decorate it for you. You can supervise them to the conten
pregnant wife working on decorating a huge tree! Thank you Mrs. Taylor, I say sending Gail off. Christian! Dont shoo
tree.You can help out with the lower branches. But, so help me God Ana, if I see you near a ladder, I will take you acro
wouldnt dare! she says looking at me with a challenging look.Are you goading me Mrs. Grey? I ask raising my eyeb
experiencing low blood pressure, and you have just gotten over nausea. Im not taking a chance on that. You are not taki
Dr. Greene right now. You know the list of dos and donts. I want my wife safe and secure and our child full term, tucke
can both help it, I say gently caressing her belly.Okay... she whispers. Im sorry for making you anxious. I just want
ornament on the tree and every single item where they

belong in our home.Ana... baby... No one can do it alone. Not in a house this size. Weve chosen the furniture, accesso
decisions on every single pillar, tile, window, wall and architectural detail in our home. I dont know how much more pe
heavy pieces of furniture. It will take crews of movers to position them. I dont want my wife trying to do any the heavy

She sighs.I know. I only moved into my apartment with Kate and that was only a small room, and then of course moved
we didnt have a lot to move, and Elliot helped us. Im still getting used to having so much help, Christian.You have to
Its impossible to manage a house this size without a lot of help. Its three times the size of our Escala apartment and we
means, well also have gardeners.Every day? she asks surprised.

Maybe not every day, but about two or three times a week. There are trees, bushes, plants, grass, and waterfront to be k
staying at our new home tonight? she asks hopeful.

Well, our bedroom is set-up, but Im not sure if Mrs. Taylor got the kitchen ready to be used. I suppose, we can order ta
breakfast items for tomorrow morning if you have your heart set on spending the night at our home. The security is alrea
monitored.

Does that mean were staying? she jumps clapping her hands.If thats what you want, yes.Can we have fire, and sle
Christmas tree, Christian? she asks.You dont want to christen our new bedroom tonight? I murmur a little disappoint
trying to make sure that no one is in hearing distance, then she leans in and whispers. Ive had this fantasy... I know its
down, she says her voice breaking down, I was so distraught. Then my gaze focused on the fireplace and I thought, we
place. And I vowed that I would do that with

you when you came back. But, we never fulfilled that fantasy in Escala. So, I think the first place we make love should b
by our Christmas tree.A breath of air hisses out between my teeth.

Mrs. Grey, do you have any idea how turned on I am right now? Im in the mind to empty this house right now to fulfil

decorated yet. Lets get it decorated today, and make this room, home. Then I turn around and call out to Gail.Mrs. Tay
living room with an apron tied to her waist.

Yes, Mr. Grey, she replies pleasantly.We are going to spend the night here. Is there enough food for dinner and breakf
sir. But I can certainly bring food from Escala. Ive already prepared some, and we can stock up the pantry here in the ne
Thank you Mrs. Taylor. Yes, please stock up the pantry.

Come, I say, tugging Anastasias hand. The command center at the house is state of the art, and super high tech. Only R
viewing monitors, and checking the comings and goings.Wheres Taylor? I ask.

Hes making sure that everyone thats coming to the house is supposed to be here, and not just dropping in uninvited. I

would like to see you at the Command Room, he speaks to the radio on his sleeve.

Thank you, T! he responds to Taylors answer.ETA is three minutes, sir.When Taylor comes into the office, its evide
some time in the Caribbean. Hes tanned, and looking even healthier. Taylor is wearing his suit even in this busy day.Ye
enters into his office, otherwise renamed by the security detail as the Command Center.Are the Christmas tree decora
on his tablet.

Weve got all the deliveries today, and the set-up is being done as we speak, sir. Ah, yes, the Christmas tree decoration i
The tree guys got here ahead of schedule, he says frowning. They called in extra help to get it in. I had to check their g
to see if theres anything suspicious going on. He imperceptibly shakes his head once, to let me know that all looked oka
Anastasias notice.

Home decorators are working in all the rooms, right now, sir.I want them to first set up the living room and the Chris
by the fireplace. Pillows, plush carpet, warm colors. Something soft, comfortable, and elegant enough to lie down and re
Ill instruct them right away, he says impassively, then nods at Anastasia. Maam, and leaves with quick, purposeful s
Command Center, I turn to Anastasia with darkened gaze. So, Mrs. Grey, I say, smoldering as I lock eyes with her. Yo
turned on and demand to make love to me in front of the
fireplace in our new home because of a hidden fantasy you have been concealing from me, I qualify mock chiding as I
but I cant instruct the head of my security to create that environment in order to make that fantasy a reality?
She chews her bottom lip in contemplation. I tug her chin to stop her from biting her lip.

I'm embarrassed of Taylor... she murmurs.Ana, they know what we do. Youre my wife. My wife... Theres nothing w
to my own wife, I say with arrogant male pride. We all like to mark our territories. Shes my wife, and my territory. If

anybody doesnt like the idea, they can go fuck themselves.Taylor walks in with an efficient looking well dressed and w
arms. Shes directing a group of assistants.Mr. Grey! she gushes as she hands the pillows to another female assistant.
location, she says then turns to me with a practiced smile.

Mr. Taylor asked us to set up a cozy fireplace seating area per your request, she says completely ignoring Anastasia.W
area closer to the fireplace? We can bring couple of the chaise and ottomans to create a warm and cozy environment, sh

Thats not what we want at all, Anastasia says in an even, but commanding tone. Hallelujah! Her inner goddess finally
anyway? I dont remember hiring you, Anastasia reprimands. Her back elongates; she stands taller, takes charge of the r

Im Susanne Stillfield of Bouvier Design Studio. Im one of the partners. You have been consulting with Allison Bouvi
morning due to a family emergency. I have just been able to look at the designs, but, I havent studied the final changes y
extending her business card to Ana.

Is this a common practice that your company sends different designers at the last minute?No, maam. I apologize for
chagrined. Miss Bouviers mother had a heart attack early this morning. Shes in critical but stable condition. She had t
any notes for any changes you may have instructed. But we have all the furnishings here. If its a matter of rearranging, I

Yes. That would be fine, but where is Miss Bouviers assistant Julia? She knows all the plans, Anastasia states. Someh
new designer. Smart girl!Julia? Julie Clifton is her assistant, Mrs. Grey. Shes supervising the set-up of the bedrooms up
assist you if you let me know what changes you require, she says now in complete submission to Anastasia.
Ana smiles, and takes charge of the new designer like a pro. She is in full
dominant mode and its a fucking turn-on!
***** *****

After the last worker left and the gates are closed and weve had our very first meal in our home with picnic-ware, I take
living room. The overhead lights are turned off; the twinkling lights from our

Christmas tree, roaring fireplace and the column candles around the room are providing a cozy and warm environment a
is incredible! Utterly sexy... she whispers. My eyes are on my wife, I cant help but agree with her.

Yes, you are.Thank you making this house, our home. A very cozy home.For me, baby, wherever you are, is home.
in it.Christian, you say the most romantic things, she says as she pulls me to her. Her hands circle around my neck, he

Her kiss is urgent and demanding; possessive even. Her tongue caresses mine in gentle strokes, urging me to take charge
her fingers into my scalp and demands to merge our bodies.Whoa! Ana! Wait... I stop her from going any further.

But, I want you! she mewls.I want you too, baby. But, I have something to give you first.You already gave me two
looks at me curiously. Old Anastasia would have complained for having been given a gift. Now that she fully understand
doesnt see my gifts anything other than a token of my love for her. I hand her a small gift box wrapped in a brown pape
construction twine. Im not very good at wrapping things. The package is accompanied with a letter I wrote for her. She
Anastasia -- my beloved wife,

I have struggled while I was writing this missive to you trying to put my feelings on paper. No, the task is not arduous bu

sufficient...the love...though I feel this word is inadequate in describing that churning, possessive, stormy feeling I have
supreme that it hurts me and causes me heartache... I love you so damn much, youre the first thought I have when I wak
miss you every second youre away from me. If I loved you anymore, I dont think I could properly function. But the ha

exhilaration I feel in offering my love to you is as vast as the Pacific Ocean. The joy it gives me is indescribable: euphor

When Pablo Neruda said I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problem
I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is
asleep your eyes close, his words just might come close in expressing what I feel for you.

When I set this task of getting our home... what a lovely expression, our home completed in time for Christmas, I knew v
something that money could buy. But your presence in our home as my wife, the mother of our child is something comp
words, but you already know that. Yet, my feelings for you bring out this loquacious person with hopefully an elegant di
arrange words like the poets of old to evoke feelings in you like a blasting volcano.

So, here I am, borrowing words from a great poet who is perfectly expressing my thoughts in giving the keys to our hom

Walking in forests or on beaches, along hidden lakes, in latitudes sprinkled with ashes, you and I have picked up pieces
the comings and goings of water and the weather. Out of such softened relics, then, with hatchet and machete and pocke

piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live i
foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life. (Pabl
Welcome home, baby.
Your loving husband, xoxo
Skylar Grey - I'm Coming Home
After wiping her eyes unceremoniously with the back of her trembling hands, she opens the small box,
and finds the key to our home. The next thing I know, she hurls herself at me with soft sobs.

Ana! Whats wrong? Did I upset you? I ask worried.No! You... sweet, loving husband! You have no idea how much i
might have an inclination, I smile, feeling relief. Now, about that fantasy of yours...Christian, I want you to make lo

home... she whispers.

With pleasure, I murmur sweeping my wife off the floor, careful to hold her sideways to not to disturb her slightly pro
two stories high in the Great Room, the warm fire from the fireplace, twinkling lights from the Christmas tree and the str
give the room a very cozy aura. The shag carpet is off white, soft as sheep skin, silky and made of bamboo, antibacterial
away from the irritants and make sure that she is comfortable

when Im making love to her on the floor. Plush pillows strewn invitingly over the carpet. When I take her before the fir
love you Mrs. Grey, I murmur ardently.I love you too, Mr... I dont let her finish. As I seal my lips over hers, I swallo

My hands make quick work untying her wrap around dress. As my lips are still sealed over hers, I let her dress slide off h
there would be anything more intoxicating then the sight of my wifes lean, inviting body. I was wrong. The slight curve
her is sexy as hell. I want her for me... I will always want her for me

because I have not had the intimacy that she has given me with anyone in my life, but the fact that my possession of her
who looks at her, as if I branded her from within screaming at everyone that she is Christian Greys only love! we are o

I love, love and love you, Anastasia Grey! I whisper over and over again as my

lips kiss her lips, along her jaw, her earlobe and finally moving down her sleek long neck. I inhale her scent deep and lon
her pregnancy would turn me off. The way her body grew would be a repellent factor. But, nothing could be further from
fact, I took her to shopping for pregnancy lingerie. What surprised me now is that she was wearing one of them under he

realize it when my hands make contact with the lace of it. She is wearing the white chiffon babydoll lingerie which comp
another size grown breasts. My mouth simply dries up. I try to swallow. But my throat knots up. Anastasia simply looks
angel. All mine! Im the luckiest son of a bitch!
When did you... I swallow again. Words fail me. When? I ask. Se bites her lip, then speaks slowly.

Why so surprised Mr. Grey? Surely, as your wife, my aim is to please as well... Come...here...Mrs. Grey. My voice i
unmistakable.Anastasias hands go to her back, clasping it; she straightens her posture and inadvertently pushes out her v
are tight beads straining to reach me, beckoning, calling for a touch, caress, suckling. Shes a siren; a goddess, and Im h
a beat in

my chest. When my eyes manage to go below her breasts, I see that her belly button is slightly visible between the barely
lingerie. Beneath it her barely visible panties and a pair of white stockings pulled up to her thighs. All drawing attention
desirable, woman, a goddess of sexual pleasure, fertility, and a conqueror of man...this man: Christian Grey.

The way you look tonight is so beyond compare that you would make the masters of ancient sculptures weep in awe tha
perfection.She blushes under my gaze.

Christian, Im far from perfect. I have a lot of flaws.Not for me. You, Mrs. Grey, are made for me. You are perfect for
change a hair on your head, baby, I murmur.You like this then? she asks worried. I dont know if my pregnancy wou

whispers. It will get bigger... her voice goes even lower.

Is that answer enough for you? I say unzipping my pants and dropping to my feet with my boxers and all. My erection
relief, seeking her body. Anastasia gasps and takes a step forward towards me. Her hands encircle my cock and with her

into my head. The veins on my phallus are throbbing like the jungle drum, the head of my cock turning purple with need
warmth of the tip of her tongue spreading the single dew beaded on the tip of my cock around. That single point of touch
consuming my entire being with desire. I gasp with a shaky breath. My lips part in the shape of an O. My hands seek h

my cock. I open my eyes, and look down and see my wife on her knees situated herself upon a plush red pillow. The sigh
Her breasts curved up, nipples are small beads, tight and perky, while lace outlining them, and one her hands is on my le

She gives me a wicked smile when she sees the effect she has on me. Her tongue darts out as she holds my heavy length
tip in a circular motion, then she leans in and follows a throbbing vein with her tongue, then reaching up to the now very
swallows my heavy length drawing deep and hard with enough power to suck
the paint off a bumper!
Fffffuuuck! Ana!

Do I want her on her knees, on the floor like this? I cant think straight when she just relocated my brain to the vicinity o
trying to pull her up.Ana... oh God! Are you sure? I ask in a stuttering voice.

My gift...for you... she says with her lips touching the tip of my erection again. There are no barriers between us, rem
is the one on her knees on the floor, Im the one who is owned. Shes the master of my heart. But, I dont want to come t
we are as one.

Slow... Ana... slow! I instruct her. She slows her ministrations and pulls me to the hollow of her cheek. When she pulls
shoulders and slowly raise her to her feet. My cock exits her wet and warm mouth with a suctioning pop.

Undress me, I order.She smiles wordlessly knowing the full effect she has on me, and her hands reach up to the top bu
stopped her in the past since

I couldnt endure being touched at all. She broke all those barriers. I crave her hands on every inch of my body with the
She stands in front of my only in her lingerie, stockings and her high heels. Her hair falls over her back and partly over h
She slowly and leisurely undoes each button. Then she runs her fingertips over my chest hair lightly down to my belly b
motionless to let her enjoy her expedition, though not

touching her back proves to be a nearly impossible task. I focus on her face; the slight glow with the fire reflecting on th
her slightly parted lips. Her tongue darts out to wet them absently. She moves her hands up again, under my shirt and sli
wrists.

come off.I believe its my turn, baby, I say and lift her up to her feet. I lift my wife up to her feet, and turn her back to
make sure that she knows how hungry my body is for her. My erection is hot, heavy and pulsating on her back. I run the
her eyes, she leans into my touch, craving for more. I trail down to her neck, the

sides of her arms but completely bypassing her breasts, my hands come down to the flaps of her chiffon lingerie. I allow
her belly. A loud moan escapes her lips, and she rubs herself to me. I rub and circle around her belly and slowly dip my h
her bump. The blooms of her sex is soaked, ready for me as ever. I slide my index and middle fingers over her slit back a

Ahhh! she groans.Hush now, baby, I murmur. My right hand goes up on her breasts. She arches her back to allow m
nipples are

completely perked up as if shes shivering in freezing weather, but its warm and pleasant in the room. Her nipples are ov
lips part and she trembles under my touch. Im hopelessly aroused, and completely seduced. I run my nose over her arch
down to her shoulder. As she takes a sharp intake of breath when I squeeze and pull her nipple, I dip two fingers into her
to toy with her nipple with my fingers making her blood boil. Meanwhile my arousal is rising to meet and surpass hers, m
sweat, mixing with my cologne, and my personal musk, filling the air.

Im going to lay you down now Mrs. Grey. She makes a protesting sound.Im about to come, Christian! Please... she
feel when my lips suckling your breasts, my tongue licking your nipples, my fingers all over your delicious body as my
while your high heeled delicious feet are over my shoulders. Would that not be better?

She writhes in my arms. If I wasnt holding her tightly, shed simply fall to the ground.Yes... ah! Please, Christian! she
before her. Her heavy lidded eyes darken and

look at me. I slide her panties down and let her walk out of them. I lie her down onto the pillows and lean down over her
both of our breathing becomes labored. The outward control Im displaying is about to be rewarded. My cock hardens ev
over each other almost violently, my hand clasps her breast and squeeze. The head of my cock strokes the mouth of her s
and ready. My cock is pulsing and thick automatically responding to the

suckling of her sex, and I surge inside her, going deep, until the base of my cock kisses the entrance of her sex. I gasp wi
minute. She grinds herself, but I hold her still. Anastasia scrapes her nails over my ass to entice me to move.
Please, Christian! I need this! Take me!

I slowly pull back and fill her again with long and deep drives. She wraps her legs around my ass. I pull back again and
stroke her with tantalizing pressure, varying my thrusts. I want this to last a lot longer. I rub her in low and then high dee

her in my own timed and measured rhythm. Then I feel her building up. I lean down, and capture a nipple between my te
pain to both divide and conquer her focus. She clenches further onto my ass and quivers under my relentless drives. My
and I find her lips. When she reaches her climax, I feel her inner muscles of her sex pulsating, and rubbing, pulling my c
climax. We swallow each others moans as we both reach our peak. I trust into her once, You, thrust once again, Are,
roll back inside my head in an all-consuming orgasm.

Anaa! I love love love love you, baby! I say, careful not to collapse onto her. When I pull out of her, she winces, but h
I love you, Christian! and rolls into my arms among the pillows across the fireplace.
***** *****

When the first lights of the day seeps in through the curtainless windows in our new home, I watch my wife to sleep in m
wake her up, but her sleepy eyelids cracks open just a little under my gaze.

Hi, she murmurs.Youre up early. This carpet is pretty soft, she says running her hand underneath us and finding she
and she glances around.Oh, we didnt sleep on the carpet, she says half disappointed.

No, Mrs. Grey, we didnt. I wasnt going to let the decorators to find my wife naked on the living room floor. I carried y
smiles at my response.Can I sleep a little more, or do we have to get up for the workers?

Im sure the workers can manage without you for a few hours, baby. But, I will get up to talk to Taylor.I want to get u
sleep, baby. Ill supervise them on your behalf.
No... no. Just wake me up in an hour, please, she says with barely managing to keep her eyes open.
I wore you out last night, Mrs. Grey.Mmm... You can wear me out anytime, Mr. Grey, she says with a sleepy smile.
leaning in and kissing her forehead.
***** *****

The furniture has been moved in and the Big House has been completely decorated within three days nearly without a hi
change. My wife has been nesting... big time. I wouldnt know what that meant had I not seen her in full in take-charge-o
damn-way mode. Its both a sight to behold and to worry because I dont want her to get hurt trying to show the movers
table should go by trying to hold it when they didnt get the exact location she desired. I had to constantly try to distract
without physically exerting herself. Although she did look spectacular when she put on her yoga pants, a checkered shirt
black camisole underneath and a bandana tied on her hair. She looked like a greaser girl from the Outsiders on Sunday.

Earth to Christian Grey... chimes Anastasias voice as she pulls our laced hands onto her lap.What got you so deep in
nervous, I respond. But my hesitation worries her and a V forms between her brows.

Im...excited, she says hesitantly. If were lucky and the Blip is cooperating, were going to find out our babys sex!
Taylor, and Miss Tiber to hear our conversation. Sawyer is following us behind in a different SUV. My fingers gently car

You sure you dont have a preference? she asks.No. I just want the baby to be healthy. If its a girl, shell have a great
If its a boy... I hesitate.

I couldnt think of anyone who could be a better father than you, Christian. Youve had a great upbringing. Youre a wo

more protective of the baby than you, or loving. Your love is very giving, she says fervently.If its a boy, I qualify, I
be a better man, a better husband, a better father. Its still due to you, baby. Boy or girl, we need you and certainly depen
stuttering breath.
Sometimes husband, you wash away all my worries with just one sentence, a look or a word.Are you worried?No.
Taylor comes to a complete stop at the parking lot. We take the elevators to Dr. Greenes office. A receptionist greets us.
office while Sawyer stands guard just outside of the office door. The time slot is completely clear of all patients until an
office is the receptionist, but a nurse walks out to meet us.

Welcome, Mrs. and Mr. Grey, she smiles. The nurse is about thirty years of age. Her hair piled up into a tight bun and
hideous crocs on her feet. I never understood those crocs, but I guess long hours of standing on your feet requires comfo

Mrs. Grey, Ill take you to the back now, maam, she says.Im coming with her.She wont be long Mr. Grey, the n
coming with my wife, I look straight into her eyes in a forbidding manner. Were not starting the exam right away sir.
weight, take her blood pressure, and collect a urine sample. Then she will
have to drink five glasses of juice, and wait for fifteen minutes. You will come in when we do the ultrasound.I know I
speaking to you. Mrs. Grey doesnt go in alone. I. Come. With. Her.

Uhm. Christian, it shouldnt take us that long to go and do those things, maybe fifteen minutes tops. Ill be back out her
with you. You know the rules. Im already here, and Im your husband. I go where you go.

She smiles at the nurse apologetically, and pulls me to the side.Christian, please. Lets not make a big deal out of this. Y

Doctor Greene, her staff, and this nurse. There are only three people from her staff in her office right now. Im sure I can
happens. Just fifteen minutes, Christian. Besides, I dont want someone with me when Im peeing in a cup, not Melissa,
her most disagreeable look.

Five minutes, you go and give the urine sample, then I stay with you when you get your blood pressure and other vitals
up in surrender.You may come and get Mr. Grey within five minutes. Id like my husband to be with me when you get m
sideways glance at me. As you wish, maam, the nurse says and leads Anastasia behind the doors. I stand and keep tim
the reception. The receptionist jumps to her feet and opens the door for me walking me back where Anastasia is getting h

Have you been experiencing dizzy spells Mrs. Grey? she asks.No. Why? she asks.Your blood pressure is a little low
95/50. Have you been dehydrated? Do you have bleeding? Have you eaten today? Do you have allergies? the nurse ask

I had breakfast. I dont have any allergies that I know of, and no I did not experience any bleeding. Although," she says
drink several cups of water for the ultrasound, I admit I didnt drink much this morning, she says chagrined giving me a
want to scold her in front of the nurse. I cross my arms and frown my disapproval instead.
Alright, then. I will give you orange or apple juice; whichever you prefer. The sugar in it should help to get your blood
you in for the ultrasound, Ill measure your blood pressure once more just to make sure, Mrs. Grey.
Once the nurse completes her stats, she hands me five bottles of orange juice for Anastasia to drink. We are taken into a
sure Anastasia drinks every single bottle she's given. She looks at me guiltily. Im sorry, she murmurs.
What are you sorry for Anastasia?For not drinking anything and worrying you. Im tight lipped, but I nod my
acceptance. Fifteen minutes to the dot, the nurse walks back in with her blood pressure gadgets.

Lets try this again, Mrs. Grey, she says smiling. After taking her blood pressure, she quickly scribbles something onto
Isnt it back to normal? I ask.Its 100/55. Slightly better, but we prefer to see it at 110/60. Ill let Dr. Greene take a look
please? she asks. I hold Anastasias hand and walk behind the nurse. We walk into a dimly lit ultrasound room. The nur
gown to be tied in the back and a paper sheet to later cover her bottom.

Please take your dress as well as your undergarments off, Mrs. Grey. The opening goes to back. You may use the restro
a door.You want all my underthings off? Anastasia asks frowning.

Yes, maam. Dr. Greene likes to do an exam before the ultrasound. But, dont empty your bladder. We need it full, she
shortly, she says smiling before she leaves the room.Ill go get dressed, Anastasia says.

Ill help, I say, but she stops me: no, Ill do it.

Anaa! I chide her.Christian, I know how to dress myself, she says irritated. Ill let you tie the back once I put the go
Why is she nervous? A few minutes later Anastasia emerges from the restroom with her clothes slinging over her arm.I
Grey, she says smiling.

With pleasure, Mrs. Grey, I respond and tie the two spots where there are strips of fabric to tie. The knock comes from

Hi Mrs. and Mr. Grey, she says greeting us. How have you been feeling Mrs. Grey? Any more nausea? she asks.It tu
something that may occur during pregnancy. She just has to eat and drink at regular intervals. During the doctor's examin
like another persons hands on my wifes breasts, squeezing and moving about -- I have to restrain myself, reminding my
and for my wifes wellbeing.

Dr. Dr. Greene takes a measuring tape and measures the distance from the base of Anastasias breastbone to the top of he
distance from the sides as well. Finally, she lowers the paper sheet to the top of her pubic bone and pulls the gown to An
amount of warmed gel onto her belly, she brings out a probe and moves it about Anastasias belly. Within a short time, w
whooshing sound of our babys heartbeat.
This little one has a healthy, strong heartbeat, Dr. Greene says pleased. She moves the probe over various locations of
the image and takes measurements.

Now... she says pleased and presses another button. The color on the screen turns sepia, and to both of our amazed gas
eyes emerges. The babys mouth is making swallowing motions and one hand is covering his or her face.
3D Imaging, Dr. Greene responds smiling. Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey, meet your baby. Ill move the probe at just the right

body, she says and moves the probe about Anastasias belly.The blips kicking, Christian! Anastasia says pointing to t
sure Ray will be happy, I respond holding Anastasias hand, giving her a tight squeeze.Dr. Greene moves the probe tow
that emerges puts a big grin on my face. Dr. Greene freezes it on the screen.

I want five copies of that picture! I say to Dr. Greene automatically. Five copies? Dr. Greene asks.Whatever for? A
presents.

Christian, you cant give the obscenely large pictures of the baby's testicles! Anastasia gasps. They look so big compa
grinning ear to ear.Dr. Greene shakes his head.
So, you did have a preference? Anastasia whispers.

No, I didnt. Its just that seeing our child in 3D that got me excited, and its a boy, I reply. Im just pleasantly surprise
significant way. But, Im not about to say that when Dr. Greene is around.How about a nice profile? Anastasia asks.
Okay, fine. But, I still want a picture of his gender, I say. I can make the copies on my own. Both Dr. Greene and Ana
look at each other, and then sigh collectively. Dr. Greene presses a button and prints the image.

Are you making a video of the ultrasound, Dr. Greene? I ask. Yes, Mr. Grey. I will provide you with a CD.Good. T
face.

***** *****

Let me ask you something, Christian, Anastasia turns to me on the drive back. If Blip was a she, would you still want
dear?Of course not, I respond quickly.
But, you would of your son. Her arms are crossed and her eyebrows are
raised.

Ana, when men go into the locker room to shower, they dont hide their dicks from one another. Well, unless they have
whisper. But, if he was a she, the rules of the game changes. That doesnt need proof. I add.

Being a male requires proof? Im sure our family would believe us if we just said listen up everyone. Were having a b
respond petulantly. She rolls her eyes. Then pats my hand.

Its not like I didnt notice the resemblance, she whispers into my ear. I dont think I want to share that visual with oth
Unless theyre idiots, theyll draw the same conclusion, and I dont want anyones mind wandering onto visualizing wha
chin up to look up at me.
I love you, Mrs. Grey! I murmur and kiss her chastely.
***** *****
My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we
wait for Christmas to do that?
Bing Crosby - White Christmas
Bob Hope

Bing Crosbys White Christmas is playing in the background. The Christmas lights are twinkling in red, blue, green an
trimmed. A fire is roaring in the fireplace. Our big house smells of freshly baked pies, cinnamon, nutmeg and fresh muff
yesterday. Im itching to give my wife her Christmas present. Anastasia looks like a Greek goddess with her pregnancy d

I want to give you my Christmas present, Ana, I say nervously. She looks excited like a child. Her eyes brighten, and s
expectation! I extend her my first gift box. She rips it open excitedly and finds a delicately framed letter in French with i

A few days ago I thought I loved you; but since I last saw you I feel I love you a thousand times more. All the time I ha
day; that just shows how wrong was La Bruyres maxim that love comes all at once. Everything in nature has its own li
you, let me see some of your faults: be less beautiful, less graceful, less kind, less good...
My one and only Josephine, apart from you there is no joy; away from

you the world is a desert where I am alone and cannot open my heart. You have taken more than my soul; you are the on
the worry of work, when I fear the outcome, when men annoy me, when I am ready to curse being alive, I put my hand o
look at it, and love brings me perfect happiness...Oh, my adorable wife! I dont know what fate has in store for me, but i
will be unbearable! My courage is not enough for that.

Come and join me; before we die let us at least be able to say: We had so many happy days!
Signed: Napoleon Bonaparte
Is this the original? Anastasia asks with wide eyes. This is a French national treasure Christian.
Its a profound love letter from a man to his wife. The man being Napoleon

does not make it any more profound. Its the content of the letter is what matters to me. I want you to remember that as i
wife, it could never match what I feel for you just a single day of my life. I love you Mrs. Grey. I will always love you. I
universe, I murmur. I don't tell her whether its the original letter or not.
The next present I give her is an invitation to the Writers Symposium in New York in January.

You may take your assistant, but Im coming with you, I say, daring her to contradict me. Still enamored with Napoleo
And this is my present for you, she says once she gathers her wits about giving me an envelope and a box. I open the e
I know how important it is to make decisions. My gift to you is to give you the final say on our sons name.

I look up at her incredulous.Are you sure? I ask.Granted that you will choose a list of name that doesnt contain a nam
replies.I grin. She is gifting me control of a decision. Only Anastasia would know the importance of the meaning for m
decision making and gifting it to me. Naming our child!Thank you baby! But I would like you to be a part of this decisi
childs name.You make a list of names, and Ill cross out the ones I can live without. Then from the remaining, you ma
asks. Topping from the bottom? I ask smiling. Yes, I can live with that.I open the next box. Its small and contains a
womans flowing script.
Carte Blanche. Subject to hard limits. Anyway you like, sir.
I grab her and simply possess her with my kiss.
***** *****

Christian, what time are they coming? Anastasia asks excitedly.They should be here soon. Maybe in the next half hou
our family! Anastasias eyes gleam brightly.Dance with me, baby, I say pulling her to me when the song Baby its co
lip.
Baby It's Cold Outside - Dean Martin

Come on Anastasia, its Christmas, you look mouthwatering, and Im ecstatic when I have you in my arms...If you pu
away, Fred...With pleasure, Ginger, I smile, and start dancing around the Great Room with my wife. I lower my hand
dancing when the song switches to Let it Snow sung by Michael Buble.
Let it Snow - Michael Buble

Were interrupted with loud Merry Christmas! cheers of my parents, my grandparents, my sister and Ethan, my brothe
parents. A cheerful greeting erupts in the house.

Well, what a joyous scene! Theo, you should dance with me like my grandson is doing with his wife!Woman, even th

taking your around for a spin. I have that much youth left in me, I hear my grandfather. We stop dancing and turn aroun
family.

Oh! My! Gosh! Ana, Christian! Your house is gorgeous! my sister gushes. Katherine Kavanagh whistles wordlessly.A
did a great job building it and kudos for your design choices! Its spectacular! Kate says with only happy vibes for her b

Here! she hands her wrapped gifts to me.Ill take them! says Elliot rolling his eyes, carrying their packages by the C
minute I thought I was at the Rockefeller Center! That
tree is incredible!Nothing but the best for my wife, I grin.

Hello dear, my mom greets Ana. You look so beautiful! Glowing! she gushes. When we greet everyone, we seat them
picture of you, Ana! says Mrs. Kavanagh noting Anastasias black and white photo over the fireplace.
Breathtaking, murmurs Ethan.

She is indeed, I say, my gaze growing cold, I pull Anastasia to my side.Can I offer you all something to drink? Mia, c
Anastasia moving out under from my arm.Christian, would you give me a hand, honey? she asks, extending her hand
would you all like to drink?Christian is serving? That I gotta see, says Elliot. Ill have a beer! Champagne please,

White wine, adds Mrs. Kavanagh.Ill give you a hand, my mom adds.When we walk into the kitchen, Mrs. Taylor is
had the rest of the day off, I say surprised.

Ill help Mrs. Grey serve the food, and then feed the boys upstairs in our apartment. Theyll take turns eating anyway. T
this Mr. Grey.Thank you Gail! Anastasia responds appreciatively.

The table is ready Mrs. Grey. I have already steamed the crab legs for you. Im keeping them warm. Everything is set o
your guests there in a few minutes. Were on schedule, maam, she says with a smile.

Oh, thank you so much Gail! Youre a lifesaver! Ana hugs her unexpectedly. Its my pleasure, maam... Ana, replies
***** *****
Could we have everyone at the kitchen please? Gail announces. We set-up

buffet style dining. Dining room is adjacent to the kitchen. Seating has been pre- determined. You will find your names o
Christmas! and she lets Anastasia lead our guests to the kitchen.Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Grey? Gai
Youve done enough already. Thank you Mrs. Jon... Mrs. Taylor. Go spend the rest of your Christmas with Jason.
Thank you sir. Merry Christmas! she replies with her ever present professional smile.Seafood? asks Ethan.

We start our own traditions starting this year. The big Christmas tree up the day after Thanksgiving, king crab legs, scal
Christmas and lots of dancing with my wife.Ethans smile is a forced one. Good choice.
The tablescape is simple spectacular.Everyone is cheerful and chatty. Filling their plates with the food Mrs. Taylor

prepared. When everyone is seated around the table, I click my crystal goblet with my fork.May I have everyones atten
My gorgeous wife Anastasia and I are very pleased for having your company on Christmas Day in our new home. Than

presence.

Hear hear! sounds around the table.l am immensely thankful for having my beautiful wife in my life, I say smiling l
holds my hand. I swallow, and clear my throat. Thankful for the fates that brought us together, thankful for our little on
of our baby. And we are very pleased to have our family and our dear friends with us today. May this be the beginning
to our home! Merry Christmas! We hope you enjoy your food, I say as I sit.

The seafood is a hit, so are Mrs. Taylors pies. I watch Anastasias intake of food and drink. It pleases me to see her eat.
construction companys ability in building Christian and Anas house. Its marvelous, Mr. Kavanagh praises my

brother.We might require of your services in renovating our home, making it more green like you did here, he qualifie
with pride.

Ana, dear... You look amazing. I can't believe I am going to be a great- grandmother! my grandmother chimes happily,
bump.For heavens sake, Mrs. Trevelyan! Would you remove your hand away from Ana? Let the girl eat in peace... my

She doesnt mind! my grandmother replies.Shes just being polite. Im sorry Ana, he says leaning to see Ana. Your
prospect, but Im sure youd like to eat your meal in peace.Have you thought of a name? Mia chimes in. If I didnt kn

would have said that she has my grandmothers genes. She behaves just like her. No mental filter whatsoever.We have n
she probes further.

We havent got a clear idea yet, and its still 20 weeks away. Well let you know as soon as we make a decision, I say,
the table cautioning me for patience.When my father moves the conversation to football, Anastasia gives me a relieved s

The food was excellent! is the remark around the fireplace. We hand each family member two gifts.If you open the sm
that its identical with each of your present. We thought you might like to have it, she says somewhat nervously. The gif
grandparents, Mia, Elliot and Kate.

A collective happy gushing comes from each of them when they find the 3D image of our son sucking his thumb in his m

This is amazing! Theo! Look! Its my great-grandchild!Our, great-grandchild! my grandfather corrects her.This is i
happy for you! Kate hugs her. Your baby is beautiful! Do you want to do the honors for the next present, daddy? A
Its a boy! I grin as I make our announcement.

The Grey dynasty... murmurs someone, but I ignore it. It sure will be.The exchange of gifts is a very happy occasion a
with what we chose for them.

Waning hours of the evening, our guests slowly depart from our home. This has been the best Christmas of my life. Som
as if the puzzles pieces knew where they belonged. I take my sleepy but content wife up to our bedroom through the wi
Merry Christmas, baby, I whisper as she closes her eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Christian. I love you."

CHAPTER XXI
I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats

Christian! You framed this picture? Anastasia says, her voice is accusatory.
I thought youd be happy that I have a picture of blip next to his parents wedding picture. You shouldnt be opposed to
first pictures to be displayed in my own home office.

Not that one! she says rolling her eyes.It has the profile as well... See, I show her, theyre side by side. Bottom an
eyebrows.I shrug nonchalantly.Youre not embarrassed of this. Are you? she asks narrowing her eyes.
It's not a question; it's just a statement of fact.

Baby, dont tell me youre embarrassed of our son. Why should I be ashamed of my manhood or that our child is also a
office...

Oooo-kay... lets hear it... she sighs knowing theres more. What did your dad and Elliott say? she asks putting her h
my arms, and she walks into them, sitting on my lap.

Well, they thought it was amusing. You know Elliot. He will always have to some innuendo to inject into the conversati
moment. Then of course, he recovered quickly and said he can see the Grey family resemblance in junior.
But, youre both adopted, she replies.

Yes, but it is possible for us to be similar in that way. You havent heard Katherine complain about him after all. We, Gr
smirk. I leave out the part where Ethan Kavanagh looked like he swallowed a nasty bug.
That you are Mr. Grey, she agrees nuzzling into me. By the way, she adds, Ray liked his present you got him.
We got him, I correct her.Christian, I know nothing about fishing. Youve done a good job
choosing the fishing gear for him.I couldnt get a good read on your taciturn step father on New Years

eve. I thought he didnt seem overly enthused about it.Did he give you this speechless face, and do this? she says and
a slightly wide eyed look nodding her head. Yeah...
Well, thats as close as Ray gets cartwheeling for joy. He was happy, she says confidently, grinning wide.

If you say so Mrs. Grey, I say and hold her tighter.So, are you excited about going to New York tomorrow? I ask her
furrows her brows for a moment. Is she not happy going to New York with me? Youre not going to give me an excuse
your own, are you?No... she says mulling an idea in her head. No, thats not it.

Spit it out Mrs. Grey. You worry me when you get this contemplative churning an idea in your head before you dish it o
She rolls her eyes. My hands still twitch, you know, I say giving her devilish grin.
I know they do Mr. Grey. I believe you amply demonstrated that last night at Escala.
Are you complaining? I ask cocking my head. No, no... More like salivating with the thought.

God! I hiss the word through my teeth. I seat her on my lap like shes riding me.
Go ahead and say you mind before I decide to have you right here like this! I threaten. She takes a deep breath.

I want to attend the Writers Symposium just with my assistant. I dont want to draw attention to myself with security
and I want to be able to just blend in. Nothing draws attention like professional bodyguards following you.
Ana! I start protesting.Listen, Christian. I thought about it. Its not that big of a deal. Well be

out of town. No one would know me out there. Id be just one of the crowd. Do you really think that you will be just o

dont want me coming along either? I say too softly.Well, Id like to go with my assistant. And you can get business do

while Im at the Symposium. Besides its just a one day event. Youll have me Monday. Then I go to the symposium on T
that. That really is not a bad deal. I groan inwardly. I have only a few months left to spend with my wife alone. Then it
cant she understand that I need, I crave this time with her? Just for a few more months?

Have you been to New York City? I ask knowing I will not win an argument if I tell her straight away its for her safet
New York New York - Frank Sinatra
No, but that doesnt mean I wont be able to find my way. Im 22 years old, Christian. Hannahs been there twice! she
give her the leeway to concede.I see... A beautiful, pregnant woman like you all alone in a city like New
York where there are homicides, rapes, robberies and aggravated assault on daily basis, you want me to let my pregnant
dont think so Mrs. Grey. You go with me and the security. Thats the end of the discussion.
But, Christian! she protests. Youre, you know, you! This Greek god- like man! I dont want half the man and all the
crossing her eyebrows.
Are you jealous Mrs. Grey? I ask with a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
Maybe a bit, she responds.Baby, I only have eyes for you. Okay... The best I can do is that I take

you to the event, but your security remains. Meanwhile I can just go to my own meeting. That way, were compromising
her. You taught me that. You told me what you want, and Im telling you what I can live with within the framework of y
Im leaving you alone in a city like New York where there are other vultures.
Christian, honestly! Who would want a pregnant woman when there are
young, beautiful and available ones?Because, men find it challenging taking possession of a woman who

belongs to someone else. You are mine! I growl. I dont want anyone to make the effort. I make a mental note to remi
radius to keep the male colleagues away from her.

Okay, fine! she replies, breathing through her nose. She's really mad. It wouldnt be that bad if you agreed some of m
I agree with a lot of your wants. But what you demand right now is beyond what I am capable of
agreeing. Thats why we call it a compromise. And besides, you would want swift transportation in New
York because if you are utilizing public transportation I find it unsafe and theyre complicated. Youll get
lost. Not to mention it's winter and cold right now. Our apartment isnt that close to the Symposium.
Oh, for heavens sake! Okay, fine! she says, acquiescing. Since New York trip is your gift, I agree to
the security. I'll just be with my assistant aaand my security at the symposium. You can go to your own
meeting. But, you havent said anything about my gift so far. Havent you given any
thought to it yet? she asks. I know what she means. She wants to know about the baby's name. I have a
way to get what I want.
I have a list compiled already. Would you like to give me your opinion? I ask. She rolls her eyes again

then extends her hand.

Just give it to me Christian!Oh, Id love to give it to you Mrs. Grey, I smirk. I finally hand her the
list. Her eyes widen with the first name on the list.
1. Thaddeus 2. Agustin 3. Quinten 4. Graysen 5. Howard 6. Theodore 7. Legend
8. Roderick 9. Reuben 10. Maxton 11. Barnabas 12. Porter
13. Bastian 14. Jagger 15. Locklyn
Oh shit! What if my plan backfires? Shes not saying anything yet. After getting over her shock,
Thaddeus? she finally asks. What would the nick name be for

that? Thad? Why dont we just pin a kick me sign on blips back? Thats what hes going to get at school with names li
There isnt a single name you like in the list? I ask nervously.

I kind of like Graysen. But it would sound awkward with Graysen Grey. Quinten sounds too morbid. Im always going
movies. Howard is out. Legend? Oh, no! Roderick, hell no! Rueben sounds like a sandwich. Maxton? Pffff!" she lets out
Barnabas is out. I dont think that name existed since the time of the Bible! Porter sounds like we want our kid to be a po
loudly. Christian, Bastian? How much thought did you put into these names?

Who is Bastian anyway? she asks exasperated. You must have been inspired by someone to come up with these names
them from you. Jagger sounds like Mick Jagger and though I like his music, I dont want that name to be associated with
Hmmm... she says displeased.

Mrs. Grey, youre wounding my ego! I say trying to hide my hurt. Cant you be any less critical or show some open m
make a list of my favorite names and that you would choose the one you liked.

She hasnt said anything about my favorite name. But then she may have liked two of the names in the list which I didn
names except one.

Theodore Grey... Theodore Grey... Teddy, Ted... Shes mulling the name in her head, voicing it out loud. Hope rises in
sounds familiar, she says.
Grandpa Trevelyans first name, I murmur shrugging. Her lips lift up in one corner. She now knows that its the name

Its a sophisticated name, yet it is also modern. Teddy, Ted... Yes, I like it. Its between Grayson and Theodore but Gray
Maybe it might..." She's toying with me. I hold my breath. She finally grins.
"Okay, okay, Theodore, then, she says.God, Mrs. Grey! I love you so much! I hiss as I hold her face to kiss her.

Its an urgent kiss, passionate, full of love and possessive.Mine! I growl into her lip when I kiss her. Her fingers lace in
tugging and pulling me into her. I groan.

Theodore Raymond Grey. Yeah, it has a certain noble ring to it. I love it! she says clapping her hand. I thought wed e
two middle names considering all the people we like, she smiles.
We dont want blip to take five years to learn his names. Theodore Raymond Grey it is then.
Im very pleased with our choices Christian! Youve done marvelous as always, Mr. Grey. And dont think that I didnt
with a glint in her eyes. "I got your measure already Grey. she smirks at me.

Are you smirking at your husband, Mrs. Grey? That will never do.Oh, I dont know, Mr. Grey. After how agreeable I
a little leeway. I think as a reward for being a very understanding wife today, maybe you and I can go look for a crib for
small kisses on my cheeks and lips.
Well, we had his room painted to powder blue and the decorator was

supposed to help us to pick up the furnishing pieces, I remind her.Yes, I know but I want us to go and browse in the sto
that we would need for him. But I want to shop for a crib for our baby. I think we should choose that piece together with
from a list of items our decorators catalogue.Whatever you want, baby. Now, about that love making session I

promised... I say as I ride the bottom of her short night gown up and slowly, savoring the vision of my wife, I take it off
moon arches of her heavenly breasts. The curve of her pregnant belly is touching me. I caress her belly carrying our chil
my seat. I carry her to the armchair on the other side of my desk.

No baby. You need to be worshiped and I intend to do just that! I say my gazedarkening. I want to enjoy her with com
of the armchair.

Lets divest your panties off, I say and kneel before my wife and slowly, reverentially slide off the panties and let her w
cascades over her breasts and her beautiful back. Right now, she looks very much like the statue of Aphrodite, a pregnan
from her waist height as Im sitting on my knees. It creates a sea of madness inside me, churning up a tsunami of emotio
Sit! I order, and she obeys. Slowly deposits herself into the seat.
I want you to hold the high back of the chair, I command. She holds the sides of the back.

No, the top of it, I order. She slowly, sensually moves her hands above her head, and she grasps the top of the high bac
thrusts her heavy breasts forward and her nipples bead in need, begging for attention.

Legs...apart, I murmur my next order. Anastasia looks at me her lips slightly part.

Make me! she says in a husky voice laced with wanton desire and crosses her legs or attempts to cross them with her p
settles for crossing her ankles just as tempting. I arch my eyebrows.
Mrs. Grey, are you goading me?I prefer the word seduce, Mr. Grey, she responds batting her eyelashes.

Im a given for seduction, Ana. Now that you raised the stakes by challenging me... I say and kneel before her and gra
writhes in her seat.

Dont move or Ill tie you up, baby! I warn her. Let me just worship you, I murmur. With that her breathing increase
her breasts.
I hold her foot and graze her instep with my teeth.

Aaahhh! she groans curling her toes. But I dont stop. Tip of my tongue runs on her arch to her toe. I fellate her toe wi
warm wetness of my mouth and suck it deep and hard, both promising and

threatening her about what is to come to every inch of her body. She knows and nearly convulses with that single point o
on the outer edge of her foot, finally grazing her instep with my nail. That single act makes her open her leg wide open f
are particularly erogenous. When I suck the cartilage on her ankle shes in a sea of madness.
Tonight - Enrique Iglesias
Oh, please, Christian!

Patience baby, let me savor you, I murmur as I trail kisses behind her leg making my way up to her knees. When I com
and suck behind her knee. Her leg immediately stiffens and she shouts in pleasure.
Oh, fuck! Christian!

I continue to nip, suck and lick my way up to her inner thighs. When I reach nearly the apex of her thighs, I grab her oth
my lips reach to her sex, Anastasia drapes one of her legs onto my shoulder. I push the other leg and place it on the arm o
glistening with the evidence of her arousal. But purposefully, I

dont dip my tongue into her. I run my fingers through her slit and coat the blooms of her sex with her wetness. She thru
immediately squeeze her buttocks to warn her against moving.

Stop! I dont want this to be over quickly. Savor it. Hold it in. Prolong the pleasure. Let it build up, raise the level of int
detonate your pleasure, baby. Shes panting, her eyes wide, her irises dilated fully. She can only nod her acquiescence. I

my tongue and simultaneously I plunge my middle finger into her sex. Curving my finger at the knuckle, I locate the fro
keep her on the precipice, but not triggering her orgasm, just letting her build up. Then I cover her clit with my mouth an
reaching her climax. Its the amount of surge, the erotic charge that accumulates that yields to the biggest orgasm fueled
lips move to her pubic bone to her protruding belly and to her belly button where I linger and pay close attention to pleas
bones after I drape her leg on my shoulder onto the arm of the chair. My lips and kisses make my way up to her sternum
between her breasts. They ache for attention but I avoid them. I have other plans for them.

Anastasia automatically gives me access to her neck by arching it. My lips and tongue travel their way up to chin and he
moves one of her hands to my hair, but I grasp it and put it back on top of the chair. My lips move against hers first, nipp
against my pajamas, but I too must hold for the right moment. I want to kiss her roughly, possessively, worshiping, expre
ardent manner. My body demands to take over. Yet I hold my desire back. My tongue meets hers. Shes the one who plun
licks. Showing me what she is demanding from me. Her tongue makes the plunging motions but I wont let her top from
our sensual tango. I dip into her mouth, uninvited, yet very welcome. My plunges are deeper, extremely sexual, making
Anastasia moans deep, thrusting her breasts further. I extract my finger from her sex and my hands cup her sensitized bre
forefinger and thumb right at the line of pleasure and pain. She moans loudly.

I pull back and focus my attention on her breasts, thumbs kneading and stroking across, watching her watch me with hot
Her look back at me is also challenging to make this rougher and harder. The desire I feel for her is so intense, I couldnt
apart. She owns me. Right now, I want her to scream my name with pleasure. I want her to be so consumed with me eve
consumed with her, so that she think nothing else, but just the two of us.

Watch me, I say and quickly divest my t-shirt and pajama pants. Then clutching to her breast with my lips, I worship h
on the other breast. One last deep pull as I roll her nipple between my teeth, and she screams my name with her drownin

Im damned and saved by you, Anastasia. You have no idea what you do to me, I murmur. I lift her up, switching seats
her back to my chest. That way its easy on her belly.

Wrap your arms around my neck, I hiss my command through my gritted teeth. With one swift thrust, Im inside her so
I want it rough and deep! she groans as her sex squeezes my cock light a tight fist. Jesus Christ! This pregnancy made

for sex! I grasp her hips and control my strokes. If its up to Anastasia this would already be over. I want her to learn to p
grow exponentially. I grind into her and she trembles in my arms. She tilts her head back and her arms reach back and la
free access to her neck and her breasts. I lift her up and let her fall back onto the heavy rope between my legs. As she fal

capture her earlobe between my teeth and tug it and then lick the shell of her ear, then trail kisses over her neck and her s
her breasts, and exerting just enough pain like shes being tugged by clothes pins.
Christian, Im close! she pants.
No! Youre! Not! I counter, thrusting into her all the while. Not. Until. I. Tell. You!
Please! she begs.Hold! It! I keep on pushing her to her limits again, let her build up. When do you come?
When you tell me to... Aaaaah! Come! she says trying her hardest to hold back the pleasure.

Yessss! Come for me baby! shout, and thats when she allows her pleasure to detonate, shuddering and writhing in my
shouting her name, completely replete. Will I ever get enough of her? Just when I think I might reach the precipice of ge
more. Deeper harder, seeking a soul deep connection. Shes my other half. The part whose absence would make me simp
somewhat tamed and human. I am so fucking in love with her!
***** *****
A perfect example of minority rule is a baby in the house.

Mrs. Grey, we need to check the store for safety before I allow you to enter, Melissa said in her no nonsense tone.
Melissa, its a big store, people will come in. You cannot possibly check everyone in there! Anastasia protests.
Anaaa! I chide her in a slightly exasperated tone.

Why couldnt they have done this before we came here? she asks.But, I know exactly why. This is the new method the
opening a certain perimeter of safety ring by blending into the crowd like they too are regular shoppers whereas Sawyer
connected and Taylor and Reynolds are holding the inner perimeter.

Taylor holds his ear, as he hears Sawyers confirmation. He exits the car and opens my door. Reynolds does the same for
today since Reynolds and Ryan are on rotation. This is all for extra precaution because the paparazzi is now chasing Ana
a glimpse of her pregnancy style or find us together to see how shes treated. It only raises Anastasias stress level. Even
massive chore. Currently, Anastasia is more popular among

the paparazzi than Prince Williams prospective wife Kate for having captured my heart and getting pregnant right after.
our security on alert at all times. Weve had several brush offs with them since I was engaged to Ana some of which wer
them to scare my wife and put her and our babys lives in danger. The momentary discomfort is worth the safety it provi

Taylor drove us to the only store with the safest cribs that links new and emerging technologies to monitor the babys loc
of babies die due to sudden infant death syndrome. Id like to prevent that at all cost. There are some crib systems that in
as well as a built in lifting system to pick the baby up. It will help Anastasia right after she gives birth. Because, I dont w
Teddy. This one particular model I have researched also automatically rocks the baby to help with sleeping patterns. Now
because she might just opt for the style of the crib foregoing the safety features this particular one I liked.

Anastasia is surprised when she sees the size of the store. Its three stories of only baby items from strollers to cribs to cl
I need to learn to identify. The store manager greets us right away.

What a pleasure to have you here, Mrs. And Mr. Grey! she gushes. How may we help you today?
Were going to look at the cribs and bassinets.

Of course! Id be happy to show them to you and explain their functions. Is there any brand or style in particular you pr
We, Anastasia says looking at me for my agreement, prefer a color that may go with just about anything.

No rich or deep colors, then? the manager asks looking at me, a little flustered. I, in turn look at my wife deferring the
No, not in our babys room.I see maam. Are you shopping for a boy or girl? Sometimes styles vary

depending on the babys gender. Quite a few parents have fallen in love with our Cinderella series with the carriage shap
the cribs. Or, if you prefer it for boys, then we have race car shaped cribs which are quite popular among the expecting
I dont want something gender specific. What we want is a safe, functional as well as a stylish crib.

She walks us to various styles, color choices as well as price ranges.How about that one? I point to an unopened box o
crib.We havent set the floor model up for it yet. It just arrived from London.

Apparently, its one of the safest models not only in Europe, but the world. As you can see from the box, it has quite a fe

deviates from the traditional cribs, it scares some parents. Because, they want parenting to be as organic as possible, som
the first time parents a little over anxious. It may take away from the experience, she says trying to lead us to a frillier m

Open it, and set it up. Lets see the ease of use and I want Mrs. Grey to be able to see all its features before we make a d
She clears her throat.

Of course, Mr. Grey, she gushes. Ill have to get one of our handymen. They take a lot shorter than I do in setting them
Excuse me please, Mrs. and Mr. Grey. Ill go get our tech! she says

stumbling on her words as she leaves our company.What was that about? Anastasia asks.Anastasia, I want our baby t
like

Cinderella. Im looking at these and seeing all kinds of way the baby can hurt himself when he manages to stand up on h
him out of the crib. They forgo certain safety features to add style! I say.
Christian, Im sure FDA or whoever is looking into the safety of these items approved them for sale.

Ana, your old Beetle was also allowed to be on the road even though it was a complete death trap. When it comes to yo
unacceptable. I want the safest. Ive read that over 2000 babies die from SIDS and thats mainly because of unsafe sleep
Our child has to be in safe!
I agree!Besides, I thought you wanted a color that matched with everything....
And... then it dawns on me that she may have agreed with me on something. What did you just say? I ask shocked.

I said I agree with you Mr. Grey, she says with a smirk.Are you smirking at me Mrs. Grey?I am, Mr. Grey, she say
voice to a

whisper and leans up to my ear, But, I know you arent going to do anything about it because I am with you 100% when
now, I think you are so damn hot when you are fervently protecting our baby, if we werent in a store, Id ask you for a r
here, right now!
God damn it, Ana! She is arousing me so publicly, inconveniently and so fucking suddenly. I give out a low growl.
Taylor! I shout.Yes, sir, he appears beside us.
Have the store delivered this particular brand and model to the big house. No need to set it up, I say without breaking
Certainly, sir, he says.

Well go and browse other items. We dont need the managers escort, I say. I need to walk this erection off without th

Come, Mrs. Grey, I say tugging her in the same tone when I say come when shes beneath me. She slowly exhales he
***** *****

The Enemy Territory

Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.

Sun Tzu, The Art of War

This is the fifth burner phone he is using. Each call required a new one. He didnt want to leave any trails after all. He is
of his enemy. He underestimated him. He had all these years to study him and yet he didnt. He was too confident; too ar
come from that scrawny boy whom he heard didnt even manage to speak until he was six years old. In those years, he th
deficiencies. Well, if someone was as fucked as he was as a child, it stood the reason for him to be mentally scarred for l

become sociopaths, criminals or completely go the other way around and become some meek individual with no backbo
ruthless in their chosen field, like himself, he thought.

Oh, he had hatred for him alright. But he also had a devious fascination and decided to understand his prey inside out. H
his former wife/sub became the master of the universe he lived in? He would find out and defeat him with his own weap
slowly and most painfully.

The report! he barked into the burner simply in his ever present deep commanding voice, ordering, leaving no question
to think that if there ever was a god, thats what he would have sounded like. He expected weekly reports from his hired
anonymous digital format which crossed at least five different locations to be delivered to him. Pictures, sounds, videos.
means, travels, the way in which he coddled his wife or all that he cared for. But he already firmly and rightfully decided
From the news circulating on the papers and his ears on the ground confirmed that the bitch nearly got killed to save her
to save him?
He never liked the emotion of love. He firmly believed that its one of

mens greatest weaknesses and for those unfortunate enough to have enemies, a great tool to stab you with. Nothing and
inflicted by or through one you loved ones. In fact, if he did it correctly, he would leave his enemy in eternal torment for
delivered the final blow, he would know that it was him who fucked his life over, just like he did to him! But until that m

know the enemy. If he was going to catch the tiger by the tail, he better know how fucking snuff the life out of that said t

His jet is getting prepped to leave to New York. The whole package is going to be on it, including four of his dogs. Do y
delivered midway through their destination?

Was this fucking psycho an idiot? Way to alert the Homeland Security by blowing up his plane in mid-flight! Hes been
far too long. He didnt want a federal crime! He wanted it to be personal. And how would snuffing the life out of Grey, h
He wouldnt get to tell him he was the one who fucked him!

No! We stick to my plan! You do not move, make decisions or even breathe without my permission. We wait. I will del
in which to get me to that point. Thats what youre being paid for. Excessively, I might add.

Youre the boss, but there are ways to make it look like an accident.The boss squeezes the bridge of his nose as if to w
fucking idiot! Greys chopper was sabotaged by Hyde. Did he really think that a second aircraft incident would be accou
was that, really? Why would he, the master dominant, copy an

incompetent, angry idiot with no evident self-control like Hyde?I want his and his wifes schedule for the next six mont
stealthily. I make the plans and I tell you when to deliver those plans. He knew all warfare is based on deception. If he w
couldnt have been hasty like he did with Hyde. In order for him to win, he had to win first; the game had to be check m
he started his war against Grey. Because, only defeated warriors went to war first then seek to win like the way he did la
winner-takes-all game. All the pieces had to fall in the right

place.His schedule? I can follow him and know the routine, but it would cost

you more for me to get his schedule from a company with as many layers of server protection in his computer systems a

You never go to the main gate if you were to storm a fort! Didn't that teach you in whatever secret government organiza
tunnel, a Trojan horse to ride in. You have one already. The SIPs system is the way to do it.
I tried. Its been overhauled. He really was exasperating.

Must I spell it out for you? They accept manuscript submissions. All you have to do it is to create a tunnel which is not
through the tunnel youve created. You dont have to infect anything. In fact, why dont you just crack her assistants sm
enter into their system. You deliver the tunnel to her smart phone, and once shes in the SIP Wi-Fi, you download Greys
system is concerned, you, the Trojan horse will appear as her assistant, and the machines are not humans. They dont get
you fuck up, that is! They only see her phone and its friendly

to the SIP system. Tie your tunnel into Greys wifes email or smart phone then you are linked to Grey directly! he says
silent for a moment.

That...actually just might work brilliantly! his henchman says. Of course it can! Because he was the one who thought o

If theyre both out of town tomorrow, it might be the best time to work on the assistants phone. I want updates next we
you continue to deliver your scheduled reports. Are you riding behind the Calvary tomorrow? he asks implying if hes f

Yes, sir, to both counts. Right after I deliver the bridge to the assistant, the henchman responds in his deep voice. The b
the burner. Takes the battery and the SIM card out breaking it into pieces, and then tosses the whole thing over the pier a
NEW YORK

I cant with any conscience argue for New York with anyone. Its like Calcutta. But I love the city in an emotional, irratio
father even though theyre a drunk or a
thief. Ive loved the city my whole life to me, its like a great woman.
Woody Allen

Ana! I chide her. Were going to take off in ten minutes. You need to turn off your Blackberry.

I know! I know! But, Hannah has to bring some important manuscripts that I forgot to pack. I dont have them in the sh
outside, not with all the overhauling IT guys have done. And we needed those for introducing some of our up and comin
tonight or early tomorrow morning.

Will she make it on time? Do you want me to come with you to the Symposium? My offer still stands, I say to Anastas
someone in very close proximity to her. Anastasia rolls her eyes.

No, Christian! Shell make it tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Even if she doesnt make it which is unlikely, I think I ca
able to show the others I can do well alone. Then she lowers her voice.

I told you, youre a distraction to others, and I want them to pay attention to what I have to say instead of ogling my hu
effect.

I think Melissa can play the role of my assistant for one day if Hannah cant make it to the Symposium on time.
Okay. I can live with that, though that is not what I desire. Since Ive compromised, I think you owe me big time, Mrs.

Big time? she asks her eyes widening.Yes. Carte blanche kind of big time.Carte blanche, she says trying the word
reach and take her Blackberry off her hand and turn it off without looking at it, and drop it into her purse.
Yes, last time I was here, I went to a business meeting all by myself. I was distracted with your disobedience and I was
advances by both female and male vultures. Her head snaps up.

You never said anything about that! she says, her voice accusatory.

I was preoccupied with the thoughts of my wife. Nothing to report, but since Im attending to a similar meeting, I am q
part of the same crowd. But this time... I say pausing; I want my wife in my arm showing her presence with her spectac
charge self, showing her possession of me, and I of her.
...this time, I want you with me and I dont want anyone have any doubt
about who I belong and who belongs...to...me.A loud female voice interrupts our conversation. The flight attendant is

giving the spiel for the aircraft safety. This time I pay close attention to it, because I have the two of the most precious ca
her womb. Yet, in that moment, Anastasia reaction to what I just said to her doesn't escape my notice. She first blinks th

something. Oh shit! This could go either way. Is she mad? She turns her head to the flight attendant with her eye brows c
instructions are over, I fix my gaze on Anastasia. She takes a deep breath getting ready to collect all her wits about her so
speech.

Then she opens her mouth to say whatever has been brewing in her mind within the last few minutes, but shes interrupte
speakers cautioning us to fasten our seat belts and that we are in line for the take-off. The word take-off puts the fear of
automatically hold onto her seat, her knuckles going white. I can see the anxiety rising in her. I immediately reach out an
circles on the back of her hands and her palms. Our brunette flight attendant comes and quickly collects the empty glasse
collective clicks from Taylor, Sawyer, Melissa and Reynolds seats in the back. My company jet starts taxiing on the run
taking its position in line with the other airplanes for take-off. Then I hear
the last click of a seat belt from the back of the jet. Its probably the flight attendant. Stephens voice comes up again.

Its 11:06 a.m. local time. We are the third airplane in line for take-off. Please observe the seat belt sign until it is turned
Citys John F. Kennedy Airport at 8:38 p.m. Eastern Standard Time.

The total estimated flight time is 6 hours and 32 minutes. As always, its a pleasure to serve you. Please, sit back and enj

Anastasia continues to breathe rapidly.Relax, baby. Im here. Focus on me... Anastasia blinks a few more times. Ana,
want is my wife going into

early labor because of her fear of take-offs. When she looks at me, I give her my most dazzling smile to keep her focused
technique is the distraction technique for Anastasia.
What were you upset a minute ago? I ask.Oh! she says first frowning. That I didnt bring any party clothes, she

says with a contemplative voice. You have to take me to shopping, so, I can look my best when I kick the asses of those
Mrs. Grey, are you jealous? I ask, my eyes darkening.

A bit! You are mine just as much as I am yours, Christian. I cant believe you didnt tell me anything about it! she says

There was nothing to tell except that I deeply felt your absence. It was one of the worst days of my life and there were s
then, I had not remembered it until today. But I still dont want to talk about that day. Its... unpleasant, I murmur remem

Okay, Mr. Grey. I guess I wont let you out of my sight when we go to your business meeting. Is it a meeting? she asks

Its hobnobbing with other big money and businesses from continental U.S., Canada, South America, Europe and South
connections, make business deals while socializing. Normally, its quite boring actually but since you will be coming, m
grinning as the jet speeds up on the runway with terminal velocity and Anastasias grip on me gets stronger. The second
with the ground, and the nose of the plane is at a steep angle climbing up, Anastasias eyes widen.

Breathe, baby, breathe. Its just the take-off. We will soon be at cruising altitude, I say looking for something to distrac
we chose? Were you just acquiescing with me for my sake, or did you really like it?
She thinks for a moment. Oh oh. That cant be good. I like it, she says nodding.
Thats it? I probe.

Yes. I dont think he would appreciate a girly bedroom, and Im just as anxious as you are for his well-being. Since we
us know anything about parenting, Id like to think that any little thing that can give us a hand or a leg up is welcome. W
discussed that, but I want us to be hands on parents. I think it was actually extremely sweet that you had researched it be
wanted, Mr. Grey, she says.
What? How? I ask surprised.Oh, I think Im getting the measure of my own Grey man and I must say,

I love this anxious, protective parent side of you. It makes me proud to know that you are going to be a magnificent fath
herself.

God! I love you Mrs. Grey! You are the center of my entire universe. Everything rights with you and somehow finds its
moment the overhead lights dings and Stephen turned his seat- belt sign off.
This is your Captain speaking. You are now free to roam in the cabin. See, piece of cake, I say grinning at her.

An hour into the flight, Anastasia gets sleepy. Her two naps are now firmly in her schedule. The growth of the baby is ta
the cabin with the bed.

Will you lie down and hold me Christian? she asks yawning. I have to go over business documents, but my wife is mo
If I lie down with you, I dont know if can keep my hands off you long enough to let you sleep, I say truthfully.

Id rather have you with me than not even if you cant keep your hands off me, Mr. Grey, she says and yawns big agai

Agh! Fuck it! I say and take my shoes and socks off. I slide my jacket off and drape it over a chair. Finally pull the duv
down next to her. I turn the lights to dim and pull her into my arms. The last time I was in the plane was when I was flyin
completely beside myself, just intent on reaching to Anastasia in Seattle. Here she is, in my arms. I hold her tighter.
I love you too, Christian. Night, she says with a smile in her sleepy voice. I kiss her hair.
Sleep tight baby, I whisper. I love you more.

***** *****

Our driver meets us at baggage claim with a sign in his hand that says MR. TAYLOR. Taylor raises his index and midd
gets the drivers attention. Hes in his full driver regalia down to the chauffeurs hat.

Welcome to New York, Mr. Taylor, sirs, maam, maam, he says individually and collectively greeting us. Im parked

Hows the weather outside? I ask.

Its about 26 degrees at this hour. I wasnt sure if your flight would be on time given the weather conditions of our fair c
expecting heavy snow in about a week, but I think itll come down by the end of this week. Its very cold outside. You m
says. When we exit the warmth of the airport into the covered but freeze- your-ass kind of cold airport parking, the onsla
sides; the bitter wind whistles. I wrap Anastasia tighter in her coat. She wraps

her scarf to cover her reddened face. Our breaths are smoky wisps. The driver quickly locates the limo and unlocks the d
Brrrr! Its so cold! Ive never been in such cold weather! Anastasia says.

Thats New York in January, maam, says the limo driver whose name tag reads Barney J. Hn as hes opening the do
to be in his late 50s.

Pardon the expression maam, but when we get into the city youll see that people are like rats scurrying in such an ove
Because everyone wants to get out of it and find some warm corner to heat up. I help my wife in while the driver helps
load the luggage. Everyone files into the vehicle and the driver moves. The limo is cold, but Barney turns it on and blast
Manhattan - Rod Stewart

The city looks gritty, dark and hard at around 9 p.m. at night. As the limo speeds through, Taylor is recapping the logistic

is curiously looking outside trying to observe the onslaught of the city that is New York. The traffic is rushing scornfully
smoke billowing from the manhole covers. When we stop at a red light, the ground underneath us rumbles making Ana s
Its the subway, I remind her. She nods as her mouth is open.

Lights are everywhere and theyre so bright! Wow! I dont think the inhabitants of this city have seen the stars or the m
pollution! she says trying to twist her head to get a glimpse of the sky. Her eyes are alight with a drunken excitement ev
York for the first time. The look says it all: a lot of awe and some intimidation, but mostly expectation. As we drive throu
Anastasia notices people outside. Some are just looking straight and continuing on their road rapidly, oblivious or uninte
Theres that few who occasionally look up.

Hmm... Anastasia remarks. If my observations from Seattle are correct, those who rush by oblivious of the beauty aro
who are looking up every so often like the city is going to grow another skyscraper from the ground are visitors of the ci
Youre right. No Native New Yorker would stop in the middle of the road
to stare up.I never asked you, Christian. Wheres your apartment? Anastasia asks

her eyes alight.Our apartment, I emphasize, is in Manhattans Upper East Side. Anastasia looks tired, but she tries to

being in the city of New York. The limo driver navigates his way through the one way streets, and turns into the street w

When the limo pulls in front of the apartment building he carefully slows down and comes to a complete stop. A doorma
himself out from the other side and our security detail piles out quickly taking different positions scanning the area then
Anastasia out of the car.

Careful baby, there might be ice on the ground and you have heels, I says mentally kicking myself. I should have mad

sort of weather is not for podiatric excellence. When the doorman sees me, he beams.
Mr. Grey! How nice to see you back in New York, sir. Welcome, maam.
Thank you, Donald. This is my wife, Mrs. Grey.

Pleasure to meet you, maam. Lets get you into the warmth of the building. The weather has been unpleasantly cold ev
he says as he opens the door into the building. I palm some money into Donalds hand as the gush of warm air greets us,
the elevator. Taylor sidles up to me, and discreetly clears his throat. I raise my eyebrows to look at him.

Ill take the service elevator with Reynolds to quickly do a sweep, sir. Id appreciate it if you could delay reaching the p
secure your living quarters, he says. I give him a sideways nod imperceptibly and he looks at Reynolds and they leave i

What was that about? Anastasia asks.

Nothing to worry about, baby, I say. Are you tired? Or well enough to go out to dinner?
Id love to go out, but I feel bushed.

Okay, well order in, then. There are some wonderful restaurants with excellent cuisine here in the neighborhood. The
people cheerfully chatting exit the elevator and head for the door after tightening their coats and scarves.

Well wait for the next one, I say as newly arrived residents get into the elevator holding the door open for us. The bus

Squeamish to be with others in the same elevator space, Mr. Grey? Anastasia asks. I roll my eyes in response and pres
Once the elevator arrives into the ground floor and the doors ding open, I hold Anastasia on the small of her back and lea
Sawyer and Melissa enter into the elevator after giving a cursory glance into the foyer of the apartment to make sure no
for the penthouse and enter my key. As the elevator takes us up, Anastasia laces her fingers with mine. When we finally
slide open. Sawyer holds the door open, and Melissa quickly steps out and scans the foyer. Anastasia rolls her eyes, and
stop her and scoop her off the floor in my arms. Shes surprised and holds onto me with her arms wrapped on my neck.

I have to get my wife through every threshold.Mr. Grey, youre a true romantic, she whispers.Only for you baby, I
lips. Taylor
comes to the foyer and nods imperceptibly.Would you like something to drink? I ask. The refrigerators should have
been stocked.Im actually famished. I have a craving for lamb like you got from the deli
I found on Pike district.

Taylor? I call.Agora Restaurant has a similar cuisine, he says.Then order lamb skewers, yogurt sauce, hummus, stu
rice, salad and bread for two.Yes, sir, Taylor responds and walks away.

Come, let me show you our room, I say pulling her behind me. The bedroom is in the shades of white and accented wi
steel framed floor to ceiling glass she opens her eyes wide and gaze into the Manhattan skyline. Theres a wraparound ba
her eyes drift to the ornate ceiling.
Very fancy, she says softly.

The apartment was built in 1933. Prewar architecture. It was remodeled consistent with its former glory but with moder
The walls are quite high... she murmurs absently. Whats wrong with her?

Yes, bedroom walls have twelve foot ceilings, I say taking a step toward her. I stand right before her and turn her to m
Breathe - Anna Nalick
Whats wrong, Ana? She shakes her head.
Ana! Please! You were fine during the flight, and even during the ride here. And as soon as we got to the apartment, yo
Before I assume the worst? Please, Im going crazy!

Oh, Christian. Im feeling so insignificant! All this, she says gesturing around, all this opulence. And you, this magni
on you, women who actually belong to this sort of life... Im feeling a bit overwhelmed.

There are many reasons why I love you Ana, but one of them is this... that you are completely unaware of your own wo
you dont love me for my wealth which is all the more reason for me to want to spread the world beneath your feet. All t
occasional men, but no need to mention that to her, who salivate behind me, do so because of this package. Its about w
know about me? Nothing! They like the persona, they like a good fuck,

they like to be seen with a billionaire and show up in the gossip magazines. But, you... I say softly lifting her chin up to
of my lips, you are unlike anyone. Youre my reason for being, for existing. You are the love of my life! The minute you
star, because youre my sun! Im blinded to all that is around me. You first spun my life out of its orderly orbit then pulle
without you again. Youre my life now.
What you see here... all this is yours. Id give you this and more, Ana. She gives out a heavy sigh. All I want is you.
All I want is you - U2
I know, but I come with this package, I say shrugging.

Thank you for your love Christian. I love you so much, sometimes, I feel like Im going to wake up from this dream an
Thats not gonna happen baby, I grin. I can prove that to you right now if you so desire.
Well, you can demonstrate your love in the shower, Mr. Grey, she says biting her lower lip.
"With pleasure, Mrs. Grey!" I say as I slowly peel off her coat and her scarf.

"In fact," I say and lift her off the floor cradling her in my arms, I walk into the master bathroom. I turn the water on hot
with my wife in my arms.

***** *****
Hannah

Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Im gonna miss my plane! Hannah cries out to no one in particular as she runs as fast
carry her through the newly waxed airport terminal. She is making a mental inventory as she is rushing through. Her Her
her smart phone, tickets, wallet, ID, as well as the manuscripts Ana forgot. She could of course just look at them on the l
them because she needed to mark and highlight them for Ana, and they needed those for this symposium. Its important f
all is married to the Bosss bosss boss boss. An opportunity like that comes only once in a lifetime.

Hannah reminds herself to go over the manuscripts twice on the plane and summarize them for Ana. Oh wait! Did she re
would be a monumental fuck-up if she forgot that! That was the reason she is now taking a commercial flight as opposed
along with Ana's panty-dropping type of good looking husband. She has her personal items in her a carry-on, her laptop

the thumb drive and of course her coat is hanging from her arm among many items she is carrying with her. But she is ha
pencil skirt and silk blouse. Very business-like, but not airport worthy when you are flying cross country. Just as she nea
another passenger who is just as much in a hurry as she is.

Shit! Fuck! Sorry! Im soooo going to miss my plane! she complains and goes down the floor on her knees and to coll
Ill help, says the strangers voice. That's the least you can do for colliding with me, she thinks but what comes out of

No, you havent," says a husky voice. "If youre going to be on that plane to in such a short time, I'll have to help you. L
Have you even checked in?"
I checked in online! she retorts but getting a good look at him, her eyes widens and she softens.

Suit yourself. But they arent gonna let you take all these items on the plane, he says collecting a lip gloss carelessly ro
Hermes bag. He then quickly collects a few other items still spread around the floor.
Ohmigod! Ohmigod! I think my phone broke! Hannah laments, now completely anxious.

Its okay. I think just the case came undone.Oh no! The battery is gone!Its right there, he says pointing a few step

to get it, just a tad bit relieved. It would be the biggest, most horrible kind of fuck-up if she damaged her phone! He quic
card while she's retrieving the battery. She extends her hand for the phone and he hands her the smart phone, the backing
Her hands shake.

Please, let me, he says and gently takes it away from her. He swiftly places the battery on the back of the phone, secur

in place. He finally presses the power button. The screen flickers to life. He imperceptibly exhales a sigh of relief, and ha
Good as new!
Thank you! I better hurry! She says halfheartedly, slings the Hermes purse, the laptop bag, and drags her carry-on.
Your coat? he says smiling under his Seattle Seahawks cap, extending her stylish coat to her.
Oh, yes! Thanks! On the second thought, I better check this in! she says and quickly head for the bagged check-in.
***** *****

The flight attendant is about the close the door."Wait! Wait! I need to get on that flight!" she calls out desperately.Your
ma'am. We were getting
ready to close the doors.Hannah hands her boarding pass and the flight attendant wishes her a safe

flight and sends her on her way. With the top speed Hannah rushes down the gate and makes it into the airplane. Shes fl
her seat right away, and places her coat on her seat. Then she places her laptop bag into the overhead bin. She will get it
the paper. Then she exhales a well-deserved a sigh of relief.

After removing her coat from the seat, she sits and buckles her seat- belt draping her coat over her legs. Then she gives a

surroundings and her fellow passengers. Her eyes widen when she sees the young man who helped her earlier in the seat
You! she says.Well, Ive been called worse names than that, but I prefer to go by John. Im sorry, I apologize, she

lifesaver. I didnt get a chance to properly thank you other than just muttering. Im usually not that uncoordinated or rud

This must be an off day then.You can say that. I had too much to do and a short time to do it.Glad you made it on ti
your

beautiful company during this flight." Hannah blushes with the unexpected compliment. She looks at John and realizes t
green eyes, slightly overlong hair. Theres something hard in him though, just like the muscles hes hiding under his t-sh

After the usual spiel of how to buckle and unbuckle your belt or how to save yourself or your fellow passenger in the un
blah... Hannah isn't listening. She wants to look at the man sitting in the next aisle without appearing like a man-hungry

The plane taxies and takes off. Hannah finally takes out one of the manuscripts and starts highlighting and annotating the
attendant gives a green light, the passenger who calls himself John opens his iPad. He then searches for the icon that loo
device he is seeking. He double clicks it, and activates it. CIA couldnt pay him enough for the skills he possesses. He is
this job is complete. The horse is delivered. Now onto the next step. He closes the icon, and opens up his Kindle app. He
very imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lip. He hasnt been to New York since he took this contract. He mis
George Carlin say about New York?

Of course, in Los Angeles,everythingis based on driving, even the killings. In New York, most people dont have cars, s
take the subway to their house. And sometimes on the way, the train is delayed and you get impatient, so you have to kil
there are so many subway murders; no one has a car.

He thought those were the idiotic murderers. There is an art even to killing. Even though he found it distasteful learning
to get off and draw some sadistic pleasure in getting to know his victims, he didn't care. Whatever floated his psycho boa
regularly. That sick bastard got a lot of satisfaction in studying and stalking his prey...through him of course. The client l
habitat, almost to fuel his despise of them to have more reason to make his crime personal and he wanted to watch life sn
like that sort of personal shit. He didnt like to know who his victims are, what they like, where they dine, or even their n

Then it was only business, impersonal, just a notch on your very accomplished belt. But, hes seen sicker shit, has done h
mercenary days. He didnt care one way or the other. It wasnt personal for him after all. Just business. Juuuust business
favorite author: Stephen King. When the flight attendant comes by to take his drink order, he replies:

Grey Goose. Make it a double, and without looking back to her he goes back to his story, Survivor Type. He has a fe
CHAPTER XXIII
Never interrupt your enemy when hes making a mistake.
Napoleon
HANNAH

The overhead sound of the captain jolts Hannah from her uneasy slumber in her Business Class seat. John eyes her surre

...were approaching John F. Kennedy Airport. It is currently 25 degrees at our destination and the local time is 1:10 a.m
airlines when it comes to air travel. We thank you for flying with American Airlines and hope to see you soon... the pilo
attendants. John has already packed his items, and the last item, his iPad

carefully tucked in the front pouch of his padded backpack. He puts his seat in the upright position getting ready to disem

The whining babies can be heard in the back of the plane and John barely has patience for them. Luckily hes sitting in th
them. When the plane lands and decelerates across the runway, he turns his iPhone on and syncs it with his iPad. Several
on and informing their loved ones, friends or family members of their arrival. He waits for Hannah to pack her few item
online, her phone appears as a dot on his map
and he inwardly smiles.

Gate established, he thinks to himself. When the plane comes to a complete stop at the gate, he slowly gathers his jacke
luggage, the small carry-on. He gives Hannah a dazzling smile, and indicates with his hand that she can have the right of
overwhelmed. They both walk out to the curb where there are no cabs to be had as other latecomers grab them or Out o

John takes a step off the sidewalk and steps in front of a cab with Out of Service sign lit. The driver reluctantly stops a
him. John takes three hundred Dollar bills holding it between his index and middle finger making it evident that he is go
immediately shuts his mouth.

Plaza Athenee Hotel, he says just loud enough that Hannah can hear it. Shes holding onto her coat tight and her legs a
pencil skirt. Thats her hotel!
Wait, wait, wait! Please, she shouts. John lifts her head up with a surprised look as if this was totally unexpected.

Ill share the cab with you. Im going to that hotel as well! Hannah says rushing to the cab, already losing the feeling o
being fully prepared for the New York weather.

The driver lifts his hands up in surrender. No skin off my back, young fella! he says and pops his trunk open. He place

John opens the cabs door for the very grateful Hannah. The warm heat of the cab greets her from penetrating ice cold w
Isnt someone picking you up? Hannah asks once John enters into the cab.
Im perfectly capable of getting from one place to another. Then again, no ones picking you up either, he notes.

I didnt have time to plan for a pickup. I was in a hurry, Hannah says, trying to check her e-mails smart phone and sen
shes in New York and with the manuscripts and that shes on her way to her

hotel. They would see each other tomorrow. Then she tucks her phone back into her purse. She then turns her tired gaze
outside the cab. Straight nose, slightly curved lip, strained jaw. Why? Stressed? Upset. The curve of his lip says hes plea
tense. She clears her throat, he turns towards him.
Thank you... Again, she says. I was rude earlier.
Earlier? Would that be when you were getting on the cab or at the airport back in Seattle? he asks.
Im sorry. Both, she says chagrined. Id freeze my butt off if you didnt share your cab, and you helped me out at the
her hands up, I apologize... John.
Ill accept the apology if we could have a drink together, he responds.

Uhm... I have to work... I have a conference, a symposium she corrects herself, to attend.All day and all night? Jo
slight curve of

his lip.

I dont know if my boss wants me to accompany her in the evening. I couldnt promise, she replies. John scoffs as if it
other.

Then, you cant surely expect me to accept an insincere apology. Words mean nothing if theyre not backed with action
to cold the darkness of the city with street lights trying to break through the descending fog. Hes handsome, he was help
has been an ass to him. Hannah feels chagrined. She takes out a business card.

My cell phone is on it. I have to be prepared for the conference all day tomorrow. Call me after 7 p.m. she says extend
adds, Please. I am willing to back my apology with actions. I am truly
sorry for being an ass. Ive been ungrateful and unkind. Please! My treat!
Apology accepted, he says turning to her with a dazzling smile and takes the card, slightly brushing her hand.
Bated and snagged, he says internally smiling. Ill reel her in so fast, her head will spin!
NEW YORK STATE OF MIND
New York State of Mind - Billy Joel

Something keeps softly tapping into my palm, first rhythmically then impatiently. Its certainly not painful but insistent e
eyes; its still dark. The only light in the room is from the flickering dance of the fire in the fireplace. Ana is sleeping my
of my arms is cradling her head while my other arm is on

her belly. The tapping continues under my palm. Its not tapping. The baby is kicking. The babys kicking? Hes kicking
and anxiety immediately courses through me, running a shot of adrenaline through my veins. I sit up immediately jolting
turns onto her back and then cracks her eyes open.

Hi, she whispers, but then her dim light shows the change in her expression as sleep slowly parts her face. Whats wr

expression on my face.

Nothings wrong. Our baby woke me up. Hes been kicking. Feel it, I say in awe and bring her hand over her belly. O
with his parents, I whisper reverently.
Teddy, Anastasia corrects me. Teddy wants to play, she smiles.

Hi Teddy, I say suddenly hovering over my beautiful wife. I lean down to her protruding belly, and gently push away h
pregnant belly and kiss the spot hes been kicking non-stop. Ive not bothered to put her panties after the last nights bed
right now, our babys got my attention.

Are you playing soccer in there? I ask smiling.Hes his fathers son. Probably kickboxing like his daddy, Ana smirks

Yes, I am, Mr. Grey, but in a good way. Our child has been very active and he seems to be keeping late hours. As I reca
middle of the night to cause a ruckus with your dreadful piano playing, she
says in a teasing tone. My face takes a mock horror.

I had no idea you thought my piano playing was dreadful. How shall I punish you for that insult? I ask tickling her. Sh

Oh, Christian! Please! Then she laughs hard nearly tearing up.

I take it back! I take it back! You play wonderfully! Big laughter... How I love that sound. I was just teasing you! He

I just love that sound, I say totally enamored with my wife as I stop my ministrations. Ill stop but only because I don
join his mother in teasing me before his time." I lean down again and kiss her belly. And continue kissing her as I make m
gasps arching her neck when my hands reach to her breasts.
Ana! I exclaim. Are they tender? I ask concerned.
No, theyre not tender, but overly sensitive coupled with my beloved husbands touches, he can make me come just by

Theyre fuller, bigger, luscious, womanly... I whisper and my lips latch onto her pink nipple, drawing it into my mouth
deep and graze the tip with my teeth. My fingers glide between her breasts

slowly then trail down to the peak of her belly, and finally down to the top of her pubic bone. I cup the bereft breast with
rolling the nipple between my thumb and the forefinger, teasing her breast with capable fingers. Her breathing grows sha
homage to her other breast with the wet warmth of my mouth. Just as I dip my finger between the folds of her bloom wit
nipple inside my mouth and then graze her now wet and sensitized bead with my day old stubble.

The feeling would possibly feel like running a hundred Wartenburg pinwheels over her eager, sensitized mounds. I pull b
stand out like luscious and firm beads. I lean down again and scrape my stubble across her hypersensitive skin in circles
harder, back and forth driving her crazy. Her sweet arousal from her sex in return fills my nostrils, driving me crazy, insa
suddenly flames and engulfed within our collective passion.

Anastasias breathing increases, and her legs are wrapped around my torso. My erection is straining against my silk paja

ache a little longer to make it more pleasurable for both of us.

You Sang to Me - Marc Anthony

I run my lips and my stubble first run between her breasts and I make my way down to her bellybutton painfully slowly.
hold her belly. I kiss it and then I dip my hand back into her sex. Its soaking. I untie the lace of my pants and kick it off
seeking Anas wetness, a new pleasure excoriates its way to the surface. I take my erection into my hand and place it into
my cock into my wife to the hilt, a low moan ebbs out of Ana. I begin moving; sliding slowly out then back in. Her inner
throated groan, thrusting my head back. Shes primed and ready to come. I can feel the slowly accumulating waves.
Not yet! Dont come! I hiss clenching my teeth. Let it last! Christian! she moans. She lifts her hips up. Please!
Hold it! I command. Hold it until I let you!

I thrusts deep into her gently, feeling the sensation of each stroke, but the movements are rhythmic, timed. I feel the pull
clitoris, and she begs once again:
Please Christian! I cant come without you saying so! Please!

I am powerless when it comes to the intoxicating pull of her lush body, her begging, and before I surrender fully into the
thoroughbred racing towards a winning finish. Our breathing increases.

You will wait! Wait for me! I hold her hips, angle it just so that the pleasure remains just below the peak, but not ready
release.

When do you come, Ana?When you let me! she shouts. Please!Thats right, baby! Come for me baby! I growl w

Anastasia shouts her pleasure with my name a litany on her lips when the base of my cock kisses her sex. Im lost in my
right way to thrust twice more before I succumb to complete ecstasy and get lost within my wife.

I hold her just like that for several minutes. Then when I pull out, the sound of suction is heard; Ana winces, appearing s
I want to go for round two, she says pouting.
Jesus, Ana! Youre insatiable, baby. Give me time to recover, and Ill make you come all night. And I do.

***** *****

What do you think about this one? Ana asks adorned in a stunning burgundy cocktail dress. The dress cleavage plung
starts at the base of her ample breasts. Anastasia twirls and the back is even more revealing than the front. The slit of the
Ana! I gasp. My mouth goes dry.You like? she asks looking at herself in the tall mirror.

I more than like; I love it. But, I say making a twirling sign with my index finger asking her to turn around. She opens
throat.Its too revealing...here, I touch between her breasts. And here...I whisper as I touch the small of her back. A
of her thigh.

These are mine! I dont want the worlds elite salivating after my wife guised as compliments.
This is yours as well, she says as shes holding her belly protectively. I may not have been in New York before, but I

there was no shortage of women who were unleashing their inner bitch. I would like to have your eyes on me, only, she
not to laugh. Shes jealous.

In that case Mrs. Grey, well get that one as well, I say. Weve purchased six pregnancy outfits. The personal shopper b
the rest of the outfits. Only theyre not just shoes. Theyre statements of fashion, designed to enhance a womans eleganc
her beauty. Theyre simply works of art. Anastasia looks stunning in every single one of them.
Shell get them all, I say.Christian, I dont need them all. Just one would do.
She wants them all, I order the shopper. We also need you to bring coats to match with the outfits.
Of course Mr. Grey, she says and quickly retreats.
Christian!
Ana! Dont start it please. Youre my wife. I want you to have them. Youre worth much more. I think a pregnant mom
do that for you? She sighs.
Okay, I suppose.

The personal shoppers comes back with a rack full of coats to match with each dress and then more. She retreats after te
we need anything else. I like a red Full-Lapel draped wool-mohair Lanvin, white Nina Ricci, and a black Donna Karan o

Christian! I know you like them, and so do I, but considering all the other items we purchase, theyre too much! I dont

I dont want you to get something because you need it. I want to lavish you in gifts. Youre my wife! Whats mine is yo
nothing. Just pieces of fabric. I just want to please my wife. Let me do that for you... I murmur holding the tops of her a
face.

Ana, I say tipping her chin up. Ill buy you many more things. In fact, you and I will go and get some baby clothes, to
Teddys mommy, I say raising my eyebrows.
Baby clothes? she asks brightening. Right now? Can we buy some now?Of course! But, I say running my fingers

her to try. I have one condition. She follows the trail of my fingers and eyes. Then she rolls her eyes, and lets out a fru
Okay, fine! But if I do that today, tomorrow... I only get to take one security detail.

Deal breaker. You take both of them, and I drop you off. We agreed on this one. You dont want to go back on an alread
Ive more experience in negotiating than you.
Youre right. But...
No, buts, Ana. I thought you wanted to show who the master of Christian Greys heart is tonight.
I do, she says determined. Then she turns to the personal shopper who is standing at a respectable distance.
Yes, maam?Were taking them all, Ana replies.

Send them to our apartment Miss Palmer. Taylor! Give the instructions! Taylor nods.
Which direction is to the childrens apparel? Ana asks excitedly.

Mr. and Mrs. Grey, if you wish to shop at our children apparel department, I will immediately assign a shopper for you
are done with your shopping, we can send all items together.

That will be great. Thank you, I nod and take my wifes hand. Sawyer and Miss Tiber follow us inconspicuously, but v
***** *****I didnt know babies could have these many styles, I remark.

Yes, but I thinks girls have a lot more options, Ana replies. Oh, Christian! Im so excited! Thank you. Our babys firs
throw us a baby shower but I like the experience of buying our babys first clothes... with you... with his daddy, she say

Ive never seen you this blissful other than when youre beneath me, I whisper into her ear. I can never get enough ple
Her eyes grow so wide.

Christian! she chides me looking around like a teenager who is caught doing something shes not supposed to be doing
squeezes my hand to fulfill the same pleasure at an appropriate time.

In fact, Id show you how happy it would make you now, but I have a lot planned for us in New York City. And as muc
I whisper lasciviously, I have a surprise planned for you, baby.
What kind of surprise?
Lets finish our shopping, and youll find out. Besides, if I were to tell you, it wouldnt be a surprise, I grin.
***** *****

Why are we going to the airport? Christian, we cant go back, I have my conference tomorrow; we cant go home today
airport exit sign.

Baby, relax. We arent going home. I want you to see the city birds eye-view. We have so much to do, and I want to spr
to the helipad, I say.
The whole city? she asks excited.

Is there any other way? Besides, its cold outside and we wont get to remain outside for very long if we were to do sigh

first trip to New York to be unforgettable, I murmur.It already is! The whole city? she asks again. I laugh a hearty lau
you flying us?

No, baby. Id rather see your reaction and enjoy this beautiful city with you. I wouldnt exchange this for anything, I m
it. Are you having fun so far? I ask finally searching her face.

Yes. I love being with you Christian. I love these private moments. I pretend its just you and me, she whispers, indica
me smile.

If theyre this close to us, they have my utmost confidence. They have iron clad NDAs and theyre our most loyal empl

do.

As far as Im concerned, were alone, I murmur. This is our way of life. We have to choose what we can live with for o

When the SUV stops at the parking lot, Taylor opens my door and Melissa opens Anas door. I quickly go to my wifes s
scarf a little tighter.
Well be in the warmth soon enough, baby. Ill bring you here beginning of the summer when its much more pleasant.
shes dressed in whites is a different beauty to behold. I want you to experience it.
Thank you, Christian! Im so excited. What parts of the city will we be seeing? she asks.
Patience, baby, I smile. I want something to be a surprise for you, I reply.

Mr. Grey, the helicopter is ready whenever you are, Taylor says after he holds his hand to his ear piece to hear the inco
Thats a huge helicopter, Christian! Ana exclaims. It is that, I gesture towards the steps.The pilot, co-pilot and crew

Mr. and Mrs. Grey, welcome aboard. I hope you enjoy your tour. Im your pilot, Greg Davidson. This is my copilot Ran
you, he says extending his hand. I shake it and the flight attendant shows us the way to our seats.
What kind of helicopter is this? Ana asks.
You didnt recognize the kind? I ask.

No. Should I be? Im not very proficient in aircrafts, yet. Wait... she says holding up the line. She scratches her head.
isnt it? she asks hopeful.

Yes, good girl! I respond, pleased. She remembered. Its a Sikorsky S-92. We also have a private tour guide who will
When I take the seat across from Anastasia, she protests.
Next to me, please, she pleads. I smirk. My pleasure, I reply.

After the take-off, the tour guide introduces himself. He looks like hes in his 30s whose picture should be pasted on an u

Welcome aboard, Im told that this is your first time in our beautiful city, he says addressing Anastasia after we take of
you the highlights of the Big Apple. Were going to show you the amazing views of the Lady Liberty, Ellis Island, and o
right hand, is the west side of Manhattan. Then he moves on telling the brief history of the statue and the Ellis Island.
Twelve million immigrants have passed through this Island of Hope, Island of Tears.

Have you lived here all your life? Harrison? Ana asks looking at his name tag which boldly reads Harrison McAllister

Yes, maam. Many generations ago, my ancestors passed through this tourist spot which obviously was a port of landin
been here since 1892, the first year this place was in service. My roots are here, in this city, he says smiling.
So, youre Irish?

Irish and a little Puerto Rican on my mothers side, maam, he replies.

That must be some Thanksgiving, Ana responds, and then she closes her mouth with her hand as if shes spoken out of
McAllister.

Youre quite right maam. Fighting and drinking run in both families. Though, its in the form of boxing and martial art
a social necessity, he adds with a glint in his eye giving a brilliant smile to my wife, captured by her direct charm.

As charming as it is to be acquainted with your family heritage, I say through my gritted teeth, I think my wife would
youve acquired about the fair city you live in rather than hearing about your ancestors who have been dwelling in it sinc
forbidding. Ana holds my hand and squeezes it tighter putting it on her pregnant belly to remind me that she belongs to m
eyes. Then turn back to our guide, finally calmed down and point out the window, Is that George Washington Bridge?
in mine, and surreptitiously, she releases a breath shes been holding.
He clears his throat. Yes, sir, it is. Then he talks about the bridge in the next three minutes.
What is huge rectangle block covered in snow? Ana asks. Is it the Central Park? Its magnificent! she exclaims.

Yes, Miss. Its the Central Park. And the moving dots you see are people who are ice-skating, he says and all three of o
guide then to me.
Mrs. I say. My voice is low, commanding and threatening.

I beg your pardon? our guide asks. Is he fucking goading me? I stare at him incredulously. Surely, he cant be this stup
me.Its Mrs. Grey, my wife. Shes not a Miss, I say, my eyes flashing. Anas lips thin into a tight line.

My apologies, Mr. Grey. Of course. Its just a refined expression for young ladies as it is hard to tell whether theyre M
is hard to say shes a Mrs. I mean shes young and attractive, but shes
clearly with you and your Missus, he says burying himself deeper in the shithole.

Anyway, about New York, he says flushing then starts talking about the perfect skyline of the city, the Times Square, M
Building. He makes every attempt to not to come eye to eye with me again. During the mid-tour, we have our lunch whi
the tour is over and we land back on the helipad, I think the tour guide whats-his-name breathes out a sigh of relief. He
our hands he says, It was a great pleasure to serve you Mrs. And Mr. Grey.

When we are firmly on the ground, Anastasia rolls her eyes at me and shakes her head, but she says nothing. She wraps h
trying to warm herself, she crosses her arms and walks towards the SUV wordlessly. I catch up with her and brace mysel
Sawyer and Melissa give us a vigilant but wide berth to not to get their share from whatever wrath Ana might deliver. Sh
stride and turns towards me. The expression on her face is unreadable. I don my impassive face and look at her.

Uhm, Christian, she says as a preamble to something she wants to express her opinion. What comes out next and the in
Yes?

Your son is hungry. Can we eat something? I blink. Thats not what I expected her to say. When she doesnt get a respo
dumbstruck expression she quickly adds.

Im sorry. I guess I can wait a little bit if youre not hungry. I know we just ate, but suddenly I have this maddening cra

pesto pizza. If they dont have rosemary potato, I can live with sundried tomato, arugula and portabella mushroom pizza
dill pickles and maybe cannoli for desert. Can we find these here?
Ohm... I mutter still stupefied, sure, of course. Im sure theres a good Italian
restaurant nearby. So, youre not mad? I ask.
About what? she asks. I shake my head.

When I saw the Central Park from above, I thought it kind of looked like a giant tray of tiramisu. Got me hungry... she
lowering her voice, I need to go pee. The guide kept talking after you admonished him and I was too embarrassed to as
its kind of your fault that Im about to pee! she whispers harshly pressing her legs. I was squeezing your hand when y
let you know, but anyway, can you find me a bathroom please? Like, right now! she asks impatiently. I grin as wide as p
relief, its hard to hide it from anyone no matter how hard I would try as my breath comes out like a steaming pot in the
the heliports restroom when all three of us wait for her to come out.

When she walks out, she asks, Did you locate a restaurant yet? Im starving! Im relishing these moments, Ana. It use

thank our son, I say emphasizing, for making you hungry. Then I lean in and whisper into her ear. I should have kno
other than getting you to eat.

Christian! she chides me again. Even though I can only think of food right now, dont think that I havent noticed or f
she murmurs, indicating the direction of the helicopter.

I dont want you to forget, baby. Ever. I dont want anyone to forget that you belong to me and only me. That fucker an
do well to remember that.

Christian! Im pregnant. With your child. Men arent going to make a pass at me while there are single and non-pregnan
Harrison was just being polite. And besides, Im already yours and only yours, Mr. Grey. Youd do well to remember tha
Why do you think were having this discussion? I ask. Come, I need to feed
my wife and baby, I say as I tug her towards the parked SUVs.

CHAPTER XXIV SHOW AND TELL

Mr. Grey, would you be kind enough to share your opinion if this dress makes my boobs look big?

Mr. Grey? Taylor asks after Im distracted by Anas text.

What were you asking Taylor?

I was asking about the security arrangements of tomorrow. I managed to get a roster of the participants of the conventio
attending. There are quite a few unknown names, and the security is poor at best for events like these. Someone also leak
Grey are in New York City and attending tonights business gala.
"How would you know that?" I ask."It's in the gossip blogs.""I didn't know you read the gossip blogs."

"I don't," he says chagrined. "I have set Google alerts with your and Mrs. Grey's names. If anything pops with either one
information gets sent to me. That's how I know. I require all the security details to know what's being published so we're
precautions for a potential danger."
"So, what's in the news?" I ask.

"Theres also a mention that, he says clearing his throat, "it's best if I just read it," he adds and starts reading the article
west-coast fashion icon, Mrs. Anastasia Grey has been spotted at Bergdorf Goodman today with her hottie husband Chri
embarrassment, purchasing some elegant designer maternity dresses and some

cutesy baby clothes. Although she has purchased some unisex colors, some observers noticed that she has also chosen so
miniature Christian Grey is on the way? Our informers are on the lookout. Mr. and Mrs. Grey will be gracing a business
that Mrs. Grey is going to be attending a writers symposium tomorrow if you want to get a glimpse of this couple in the
concern. I have arranged additional security for Mrs. Grey tomorrow. They will
be well concealed as to not to disturb Mrs. Grey. I have to brief Hannah as well to have some extra caution.

Fine! But I want to make a change to that plan. Make sure that neither Mrs. Grey nor her assistant Hannah knows about
fidgety and not give it away. You can however reiterate her position that no one vetted can approach my wife.
Will do, sir, but, he says. I rise and look at Taylor in the eye. But what, Taylor? I ask.
This is a writers symposium and shes an editor from a publisher. It would be impossible for Hannah to keep away the
alike can't be kept away from her.

You said that you have a list of the attendees. Those who are not supposed to be attending will not be allowed to approa
to be attending will have to be kept under close scrutiny, Taylor! Is this not clear to you?

Perfectly clear, sir, he replies, his face takes the serene look before the flitting anxiety disappears. I turn and walk to ou
of the full length mirror, standing sideways admiring her pregnant belly. She is beyond breathtaking. Her beautiful skin i
a goddess.

Ah, Ana, I say swallowing. I indicate with my finger to turn. When she faces me, I take a deep breath.
Yes, the dress does make your breasts look as they are... ample. Very... I say as I cup my hands over her swells.

These will be under every mans gaze as well as some women tonight. I cant be patient if others get to see what only b
Dont you want me to wear it? she asks disappointed.

Yes, maybe we can cover it up a little. I just have to be extra vigilant against the wolves that would be circling around m

I could say the same for those who are circling around my husband. I have to look my best Christian. My lips thin into

Okay, well do that but, perhaps you can wear one of the coats that match with this dress. This one... I say putting it on

Lets go. Ill introduce you to the people who run the world. Are there politicians?

Businesses run the world. Money is the blood. Its the power that makes the people to want to go to work, buy, sell, trad
the rounds of big money when its time for election.
Why? Its the people, their constituents that vote for them, not the businessmen.

True, but good intentions dont win elections, baby. Elections require a lot of money. And wouldnt it be easier for them
millions of people for money that may or may not have it to contribute?

Do you have politicians knocking on your door?Our door. Yes, they always do. Their spouses will want to meet you.
just want to accompany my husband.

Baby, always remember that there are two persons in me: Christian Grey you married, the man who is madly, insatiably
say putting my hand on my heart. Then theres the inaccessible ruthless mogul who owns a good chunk of the business
before me. Im unforgiving of my enemies, competitive and utterly at ease in business as I am in bed, I smile lascivious
We Found Love - Rihanna
I have met both of you, or all fifty shades of you I should say.

We should go, baby, I say as I take her hand in mine. Both the man in love with you and the business mogul cant wa
Christian, wait, Ana says holding me back.
Are you okay?

Yes, I want to look at my handsome husband in his tuxedo, she says and gazes me up and down and then walks around

I need to keep an eye on you too, she says. We walk out to the living room where the security staff is waiting dressed a
Mr. Grey, Taylor clears his throat. He has the can I have a moment with you, sir? look pasted all over his face. I nod
corner with me. He walks with me away from the earshot.
Miss Tiber checked guest list and their companions. Miss Blackburn is accompanying her father again.
Whats that to me? I say frowning.
She was rather aggressive last time and you have a meeting for thirty minutes where Mrs. Grey will be alone.

She wont be alone. I have Melissa and Sawyer.But sir, Mrs. Grey has a way of circumventing the security. But thats
biggest matter, he says lowering his voice. What? I hiss.
Miss Richards is attending the event with New York businessman Lloyd Ashter.
Miss Richards, who exactly? I ask as anger is rising within me. There is only one Miss Richards I have known.

Doctor Lauren Richards. She now works at New York Presbyterian as an emergency medicine doctor. Fuck! She is ind
school until she graduated and her financial dependency on me ceased when she found a new Dom. But why didnt I kno
beforehand? Is this a coincidence or did she deliberately put herself on my way?
Just thought youd want to know.
Try to keep both of them away from Ana, I hiss. Ill inform the team, sir.
"Is everything alright?" Ana asks when I take her hand. "It is now, baby."
***** *****

When we reach the hotel, there are reporters, cameras, paparazzi and buzzing voices. Occasionally our names being call
everywhere. I hold my wifes hand tightly to reassure her. She is dazzling. Camera loves her, but Ana doesnt love the ca

me. Once we make into the building, the ushers collect Anastasias coat and gives her a coat check ticket then lead us to
greetings from the business acquaintances who desire to meet the enigmatic Mrs. Grey who captured Christian Greys he
try to avoid the known womanizers, but its not always possible.

Oh wait... wait... wait! says an outrageously dressed woman. Her lips plumped up three times their sizes; she would be
know how to swim. She stands before my wife completely awed, placing her hand over her equally enhanced breasts wi
over the plasticized version of its previous self.

I give Taylor the Who the hell is this? look.

TV reality star turned into a fashion designer, whispers Taylor into my ear.
You must be Mrs. Grey. Please, allow me to introduce myself. I am your biggest fan! she says fanning herself. Hello
bow to me trying to flash her water balloons, then turns back to Ana.
My dear Mrs. Grey, Im Andrea Benedetto, she curtsying of all things before

my wife. I feel Anastasia is about to roll her eyes. Im a designer. Perhaps you know my work? Though your ensemble
colleagues of mine.
Ive never heard of your name as a designer, Anastasia says.

Ive been on TV and magazines for years. Women have been idolizing my style around the world, Mrs. Grey. I am a top
heard of me because you are too new to the high fashion world. After all, most everyone here is old money, she adds co

Miss Benedetto, Anastasia says taking a very confident step forward, standing only inches away from her and well into
gazes up at the other woman who is at least five inches taller than my wife. But the look she gives to the designer bimbo
her and cause her to take a cautionary step back.

I recognize you from the reruns of a trashy B-rated reality show where the members of your crew just slept around. I di
the top designer status. I may not have utilized the fruits of the fashion world before, but I am an exceptionally fast learn
husband wants me to use nothing but the best. And you Miss Benedetto... dont make the par.

This is one of my proudest moments of my wife. Then Anastasia turns her back and smiles at me.
Im quite thirsty, Christian, she says and I walk her away from the offending woman.

Find out who she came with! I order Taylor when we reach the bar. The main requirement to be invited to one of these
a year. That trash isnt in the list. Shes invited as a guest of someone and I need to find out who brought her here.

Taylor nods at Melissa and she immediately stands next to him. After a brief exchange of words, she looks at Sawyer and

Other than the first incident with the designer, most of the attendees are eager to meet and be introduced to Anastasia. Sh
how gorgeous she looks. The New York businessmen are more intrigued by her and want to get to know her much better
of them which Anastasia politely declined until our next visit.

Taylor, I have meeting shortly. Instruct Miss Tiber and Sawyer of the rules once again. If anything upsets Ana, I need to
Yes, sir.

Anastasia earlier demonstrated that she can hold her own. But, I dont want her to be left in the sharks tank. These men
and spit them out for lunch. Anastasia is my wife. Even though she can go toe to toe with me, I don't want this to be an u
New York.

I want my wife to have a good time. Make sure it happens, I murmur. And the people Ive indicated before we left ar
Very clear, sir.

Surprisingly, when I turn around I find Anastasia and another pregnant woman chatting near the bar while sipping sparkl
Im having a little girl. What are you having? the other woman asks.
Were not letting it known yet. Ana replies.

Dont you want to find out? the woman asks. Makes the shopping a lot easier. But, I can tell that you're a first time m
like that with my first one. This is our third.

Yes, I still can't get over the excitement of our first child, Ana replies. You have two other children then? she asks in
Two boys. I wanted to have a little girl. The boys are now four and six, the woman responds.
Whos your husband? Anastasia asks curiously.Im married to Senator Warren Solomon, she replies.Ive not heard
Ana asks.

Hes the junior senator from... the voices drown with the orchestra start playing. So, the politicians are already making
Im sorry. I hope Im not interrupting your conversation. May I borrow my wife for a minute? I say. Ana beams.

Christian, this is Mary Alice Solomon. Mrs. Solomon, this is my husband Christian Grey, she introduces me to her new
the older woman.

Mr. Grey, what a pleasure to meet you, the other lady gushes. I apologize if I cant get up. Im much farther along tha

hand. She looks like shes ready to give birth any day.
Please, remain seated Mrs. Solomon, I shake her hand.
Ill be right back, Anastasia says to the other lady with a smile. I take Ana several steps away from the prying ears.

Baby, my meeting will start in a little bit, and I will be only occupied for about thirty minutes. If you need anything at a
Melissa know, and I will be out immediately.

Yes, Christian, she says with a smile. I quite like Mrs. Solomon. Shes from the West Coast. Compared to the rest of t
qualifies.

Okay. Enjoy your time with Mrs. Solomon then. Text me, call me or let Melissa know if youre not having any fun here
Christian! Honestly, I can handle myself. Go, make some business deals, and then come back to me, she murmurs.
Yes, Mrs. Grey. Are you ordering me?The part about coming back to me...yes, she says with a smirk.
Well talk about that smirk tonight, in our bed, or maybe by the fireplace or at a place of my choosing.
Well then, Mr. Grey. If my ordering merits your passion, I should do more of it, she remarks.
I hold her hand and kiss it with a passion before leaving for my meeting. Taylor follows me.

The meeting has the New Yorks old money as well as the new and much stronger money from self-made west coast soft

much stronger position financially because they command the larger population of the world with their products. During
Taylor who shakes his head to let me know that all is well. My cell phone is silent. No calls or texts from Ana. Although
anxious as if some impending danger is waiting outside. Twenty minutes into the meeting, Taylors hand goes up to his e
go wide for a brief second but I see it. I slightly shake my head in a gesture to ask whats going on. Taylor smoothly wal
Mrs. Solomons water broke apparently and Mrs. Grey is with her in one of the rooms.

By herself? I ask.No. Melissa is with her, Sawyer is waiting at the door. But... he stops. But what? I hiss.The onl
Richards.
Shit! I stand up abruptly.

Excuse me gentlemen, I say. Hopefully we can continue our meeting tomorrow at lunch. Apologize for cutting this sh
Is everything alright, Grey?
Yes, I say and walk out with Taylor.
What room? Why wouldnt she call me?

Mrs. Grey was the only person with her. When Mrs. Solomons water broke, she let Melissa know. They helped her to g
husband. Apparently Miss Richards was nearby and noticed Mrs. Solomon's water breaking.

How convenient, I hiss.

We find Sawyer after Taylor calls him. Hes at the door along with two other men.
Protective Services for the Senator, Taylor whispers. "No one's allowed in."
Get Mrs. Grey out of there, I murmur. Didnt they call an ambulance?

Im sure someone already has, but if the birth started, it would be much safer for Mrs. Solomon to be here until the bab
road and snow and ice. Unless they see a potential danger.
Taylor calls Melissa and exchanges words.
Mrs. Grey is holding Mrs. Solomons hand and apparently coaching her in breathing. Shes not coming.
Where is Senator Solomon? Why isnt he doing the coaching? I seethe.

I dont know, sir. He calls Melissa again. After his brief conversation he turns to me.Apparently, the sight of blood m
nervously wearing a track on the carpet instead of supporting his wife.

A womans pained scream reaches to our ears. Two distinct female voices, one sounds like a soothing murmur and the ot
scream pierces my ears.

Coming through! Make way! Make way! shouts come from behind. The EMTs are coming with an ambulance stretche
The door is opened by the Senators men to allow the medics in. I get a glimpse of my wife holding Mrs. Solomons han
whispering something soothing to her. Lauren Richards is at the other end of the woman. She too sees me. A wry smile b
flick to Anastasia, and then she focuses on her task raining orders to the medics.

The birth is already in progress. Babys positioned head down, and its unsafe to move the patient. Well have to deliver
guards close the door. How long? I ask Taylor. Ive no idea sir!

Two hours of pacing in front of the closed doors only yield to screams. Another thirty minutes leads to one big scream as
of her body, then first nothing, absolute silence and finally broken by the screams of a newborn.

Good girl! You did it! I hear Ana shout. Another forty minutes later Mrs. Solomon wheeled out in the company of the
the Senator comes out, the guards remain at the door. I swing the door open where I find Anastasia talking to the Doctor.
Ana, I call out to her.Ill be right out Christian.Now, I say trying not to order her, but failing.

I will be right out Mr. Grey. Im speaking with Mrs. Solomons doctor, she says. Laurens eyes dart back and forth bet
Melissa looks alarmed and this is my cue to take Ana out of the room.
Perhaps we should allow the good doctor to clean up. She must be exhausted after the delivery.
I dont think so, Christian. She just told me that she has a lot of stamina.

I look at Lauren narrowing my eyes. Then look at Anastasia. Shes not stupid. She has the knowing look on her face.

Thegooddoctor and I have more in common it appears, Anastasia says emphasizing on the good. She herself was just
You have nothing in common with her. I say.
Monster - Rihanna

Im not too sure about that. She seems to know you. Ana adds making it abundantly clear that knowing me doesnt me

The only person who knows me here in all the ways that matter is you, Ana. The look I give Lauren is glacial, murdero
colliding with my future?
All the same. Id like you to give me a few minutes, Christian. Please, she says with a gaze steely gaze.
Two minutes.

Five, Ana says as her word is nonnegotiable. I turn on my heels and close the door behind me. I hear the lock turning b
I slam my hand over the closed door.
Get Melissa open the fucking door! I hiss.

Yes, sir! Taylor responds. Once hes done talking to her, he looks at me. This is a private service room, sir. It has a se
the key and its in her hand, sir.
Have Melissa dial my phone! I want to hear whats being said! He nods. 10 seconds later my Blackberry buzzes.
You got something to say doctor, spit it out! Ana commands.

Just wondered the kind of black magic you weaved to secure Mr. Greys attention when so many before you couldnt. I
and the rest of us just disposable. But I now see the reason and wonder how long youll last. The voice is contemptuous
The fact that you dont get it is reason enough why none of you was for my

husband. I owe no one an explanation, certainly someone from my husbands discard pile. But Ill give you one all the sa

That should be interesting. I have everything a man should desire. Beauty, talent, breeding, intelligence, and I actually h
help of another man, she mocks Ana referring to her position as an editor.

Thats from a woman who made through medical school with the money my husband had provided. I believe you owe
else currently holding the leash of your collar. I, however put myself through school, secured my own job and fell in lov
In love? Lauren laughs. Every one of us loved him! We just werent stupid enough to get knocked up.

My husband knocked me up after he married me, not before, Ana says, but she quiets as if she just had an epiphany. I
know the meaning of your audacity. Youre angry at me for being madly in love with Christian Grey and at him for recip
cant be just your doing. Theres more to this...

I dont know what youre talking about! Lauren hisses. I know denial when I see one, and this sounds like a lie.

You want to get me angry so that I can react in anger. After all, this is a big event with the top dogs of the world. But yo

not worth it. I know that for a big fire, all you need is a small flicker. You are that flicker. Whoever has put you up to this
tell him that he can shove it! That man out there, she says raising her voice and I can hear her heel clicking confidently
out. By the looks of it, youve already stunk! Melissa! Im through smelling this shit! Open the door and let her own tras
With pleasure maam!When the key moves and the door opens, I turn to Taylor.
I want you to find out who put her up to this! Yes, sir.Ana? I hold her arm.Shes stiff but gives me a forced smile.
Im ready to go home now, Christian.

I turn around and the look I give to Lauren is that she will pay for this. She lowers her gaze down, pretending to keep he
towel.

We excuse ourselves from the cocktail party since everyone has heard of Mrs. Solomon giving birth and Anastasia helpin
the socialite. No doubt well read about it tomorrow. Ana is silent all the way to the SUV.

Ana, talk to me... I plead. She remains quiet. The ride to our apartment is painful. She keeps staring out the darkened w
Ana, please! I had no idea she would be here.
She lets me hold her hand, but she continues to stare out the window. When we get to our apartment, the security details
dismiss them like rats out of a sinking ship.
Ana, talk to me... I beg.
Christian, you have to give me a heads up before I meet these bimbos out there! she says with barely contained anger.
before would show up to one of the most exclusive cocktail parties.
She would not be able to approach you had Mrs. Solomon not go in labor and you followed to help her!
So you knew this woman was there? Her voice was accusatory.
I was barely informed before we went there. She was not allowed to come near you. I want to spare you from my past,
hidden that from you. And you cannot dismiss me either, especially in situations like these!

Christian! I need to have my own voice. You cannot speak up for me at all times especially when it concerns both of us
No, you certainly arent.

I want to let them know that you are mine as much as I am yours, she says and then closes her eyes and takes a deep sh
impossibly blue eyes wide.

That woman is someones tool. I can feel it in my bones. Because I saw the fear in her eyes. If shes a doctor, she would

helped a senators wife to give birth or made herself known in that manner.

Dont worry yourself with these thoughts. Im sure she read us being in New York, you being pregnant, and jealous of m

me. I dont think she was thinking right. It must have been the anxiety of the birth and having you in that close proximity
know. Only you can push all the buttons of a person.
Are you complaining for protecting whats mine, Mr. Grey? she asks crossing her arms.

No, baby. Im salivating. I love it when you declare your love and desire for me. Your brand of ownership. Its hot! But

I cant make that promise. After all, youre my man. Show me how much Im yours, I whisper lasciviously. Im sti
I know. But mad sex can be overwhelmingly passionate. Show me how mad you are at me.
Very mad!
How mad? I whisper, my lips are only a breath away from hers.
Exceedingly mad...
Show me, I dare her.

She places her palms on my chest and pushes me until I can walk no longer. Im pinned between my angry pregnant wif
Insanely, passionately, overwhelmingly mad and madly in love, she says before she takes my lips.

CHAPTER XXV
She pierced my soul in half torment and half hope

It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body Yet suffocate itselfSo much is clarityTaking its lea
The moon lives in the lining of your skin
Pablo Neruda

Welcome to the wonderful world of lovers jealousy; its a fairly new, but most torturous territory for me. I have known
proprietary feeling, this is something else. You dont just get a monstrous headache; you get this impulsive feeling to com

you in the state penitentiary.

Our kiss leaves us breathless, but we dont break the connection.Ana, you drive me insane! I whisper as I put my foreh
asks with an incredulous look on her face. Your ex- sub ambushed me at a party.

Ill deal with that later, but, baby you know that I have a past. A past that was diverting at the time, a release valve to de
my present, you are my future. You and this little one... I murmur caressing her belly.

I was so frigging jealous Christian, its not even funny! Thinking that youve... that you've touched that woman like you
looked at her like you look at me with possessiveness in your face. I just want to... she says and shakes her head. I run m
them to think Im the final member in the sub club, Christian!

Youre not! You, Anastasia Rose Grey, are my love, the only love of my life. No before, no after. Just you, baby... I kis
chin up to make her look at me. Theres no other for me. Ive not felt what I feel for you towards anyone. Not a single s
I should be rational... I should be compassionate towards them. Compassionate? her words take me aback.

Yes, compassionate. Clearly, those women wanted you, and loved you in their own way. But, what they had is over with
deliberately, and I had to protect whats mine... she says looking up at me, ...for what is ours, she finishes her words i
automatically covers her belly protectively.

Yes! I belong to my wife and our baby, my voice comes out in a fervent tone. But, dont say they loved me. How cou
understand, what they dont know? They desired this face, lusted after this body, and loved what my power could provid
persona they imagined in their heads, and the person only you, my Ana got to see and fell in love despite how fucked up
paid for her medical school. She was throwing that at my face!

Anastasia, her medical school cost me about three hours of work. Surely, I can afford to give someone who subbed me
three hours of work. Im not a total monster; I do give a helping hand on occasion. It is all relative, do you understand? R
leaving, I say my voice only a whisper, I was not only ready to give you all my lifes work but I was ready to give my
assumed that you didnt really love me. It tormented me, broke my heart, the feeling of being deceived, of not being love
didnt matter, because I loved you, I. LOVE. YOU, Anastasia Grey! Only you! Anastasia finally takes in a shaky breath
Grenade - Bruno Mars

I know. I would have given my life for you, too, Christian. To save your family, to prevent harm coming to you or anyo
you tonight, she says stubbornly. I groan, tossing my head back.Do you remember what I said to you if you were to re
step-fathers permission in doing so, I say running the back of my hand over her flushed cheek.

You wouldnt dare Mr. Grey. After all, my life or our babys wasnt in any danger. I was protecting my own territory fro
Only semantics Christian. When the bitch, excuse me, your former sub, she adds as if the description leaves a bitter ta
she takes in a deep breath while supporting her back with her right hand, ...that former sub whom you helped in her edu
somehow, maybe through me, but she was there to do some damage despite what you did for her, it snapped something i
labor and delivery somehow derailed those efforts. If you dont like me protecting what is mine... Lets just say that Mr.

ambushed, you will not be ambushed. You are my husband, mine! Not hers, not Leilas and definitely not Elenas! Mine!

As much as Anastasia is mine, I am also her man. My wife claiming her territory is a monumental turn on. But I cant let
way to derail me, or pose a danger to Ana, I should be the one take care of it. I cant risk her exposed to danger. And, I h

the room in her effort to top me. I cant be topped or dominated. As much it

turns me on like hell that shes jealous of me, Anastasia defying me by locking me out when shes in the room with a for
incidents with Leila.

My mind is torn between this roaring lust, and half mad with the urgent compulsion to spread her beneath me to both pu
been goading me. Anastasia shutting me out of the room will haunt me for a long time taking me back where she accepte
held a gun to her head! My wife still has little to no self- preservation skills. I want her to be mad, I want her to be outrag
but I dont ever want her to shut me out; its not just a door, its her emotions closing down to me. It brings out other trig
visit. Shes still angry; her chest is rising and falling rapidly again as if shes in a near climax. Her hands come up and sh

I know its irrational. I know you had a past. I just hate it that I may walk into a place with you and meet someone you
the way you look at me. Touched, the way you touch me. How would you feel if you went to a place and a man who fuc
dont even recognize the primitive growl that comes out of me in response to her question.

You know I couldnt take it if you had a past! Im so fucking glad that you are without a doubt 100% mine. Are you stil
evident before me.Yes! she says.

Good! Take it out on me in bed. We are going to fuck until this anger in you subsides and until we have nothing but eac
desire to take control, to show Anastasia that theres no other woman for me consumes me and becomes my sole focus. B
top me, putting herself in danger no matter how angry she gets. She needs to consider her own well-being as well as the
managed, lead, or dominated even if its done unintentionally.

Come with me, I say extending my hand to Anastasia.Are you intending to hurt me?Why do you ask that? I retort
question. Do you intend to hurt me Christian?I want to be rough with you, yes, but, it is for pleasure. I am your husban
Do you want to punish me? she asks directly. Yes, I respond, closing my eyes.

Im your wife, not your sub. I thought you werent going to punish me, at all. No, youre not my sub. Those subs that
in our way. You put yourself, our baby in danger. I told you before, at the hospital, Id spank you if youve put yourself i
that! I accuse. Those subs are no longer mine, I hiss jacking my thumb behind me. None of them. I dont want them
you.

But you want to punish me for claiming what is mine, she says halting in mid stride.No. I want to punish you for lock
matter. How could you possibly think that?

Baby, we are supposed to be a team in face of prospective danger. Furthermore, I just want to be the center of your wor
begin and end with me, just like mine does. You are everything to me.Dont punish me, then. I let out a big breath in
hurt her.

Anastasia, I have a lot in stake where you are concerned. Youre my world.

With you being in there with a woman about to give birth and Lauren... With her in there I thought another psycho ex-su
anxiety out of my head. Just, just dont do it again.You are touchy, she murmurs. I heave out a frustrated breath. She
attempt to stump away with determined footfalls, reaching the guest bedroom.

Youre not sleeping in the guest bedroom.Oh, really Sherlock? Watch me! she says stepping into the room, ready to
That's one too many for tonight. I put my foot in the door jam, walk in with confident, determined strides and scoop my
carrying her into our bedroom.Put me down Christian!" she shouts."No!""Ill scream bloody hell! she threatens.Oh, b
she yells stubbornly again. Christian! Christian Grey! Put me the fuck down! she shouts to the top of her lungs.Not a m
into hallway in shorts. Seeing me hauling my wife in my arms, they both blush.Get me down! Anastasia shouts again w

Is Mrs. Grey well? asks Melissa, not knowing what to say.Yes, I am! Anastasia hisses while trying to look as dignifi
sorting our differences. You can both go back to bed. Yes, sir, says Taylor and practically shoves Melissa out of the h
hear Melissas confused voice.Are you their shrink?

Right... is the last word we hear from Melissa as their footsteps retreat quickly.I take Anastasia into our bedroom and k
light on with one hand, and then with the same hand, I lock the door behind. Now, Mrs. Grey... I say putting her down
sentence she attacks my white shirt in such haste that if she took her time to unbutton it, she would explode. The look on
intentions. My wife looks uninhibited, rapacious and maddeningly desirous. Shes in a quest to leave me without a stitch
anger out in bed. My eyes darken with increased passion, but I

allow her to rip my shirt off me and tossing it on the floor. She then kneels before me trying to unbuckle my belt. I feel h
lidded eyes looking up at me bring me to full erection.
Wait. I hiss with barely controlling myself.No! she says trying to fight with my belt. I lower myself and pick her up

the floor, then with an practiced flick of my hand, I unbuckle my belt, unzip my fly and quickly divest myself off my pan
Mrs. Grey. Naked. I murmur my order as clearly as I shouted it. Then I grasp the hem of her dress and take it off her.
You, Mrs. Grey, are mine. Wherever I want. Whenever I want. You know the rules.

I have the same rights, Mr. Grey! she says with her blue eyes heated. Her dress makes the floor, and the bra and pantie
somewhere on the floor without a second thought. Anastasia pushes me onto our bed, rapidly following me onto the bed

Fuck! escapes my lips as I tumble onto the bed and quickly catch her when shes falling onto me. I turn her over lightn
chest. I grasp both of Anastasias hands and secure them above her head.

Oh! she shouts. A quick glance at her face make me realize thats its not pain but intense desire.You forget who rules
off her.Go ahead, raise the stakes. I will fucking tie you up, I say excited with the prospect. She writhes beneath me. W
drawer to extract t-shirt, rip it into two pieces. Using each piece, I tie each wrist to each knee.

Even though I want to fuck the hell out of into next week, all you have to say is stop, and I will stop, I hiss through my
heavy breathing. Ride me hard! Make me...make us forget tonight. Theres a plea in her voice. Thats when I pop a nip
hard. I separate her already open legs by setting my hips between her thighs. Though I try to be careful, I find myself po
she wants immediately. My heavy throbbing erection is pulsating like the lightning in a thunderstorm, reflecting the inne
belly cant hide the heavy swells of her breasts, with her perked nipples begging for attention.

Please, Christian! I want you! I need you... she begs. My cock sits at the entrance of her sex, goading, promising pleas
her arousal. She pushes her hip up, swallowing the aching crown of my cock. Anastasia closes her eyes, with anticipatio
Just the tip of my cock entertains her, gliding in just a painful inch, then out fully. The single dew on the tip appears, mix
Please! she begs again, pushing her hips up trying unsuccessfully of her quest for full penetration.

What do you want Anastasia? I ask spurring her on. You want my cock inside you? Wrap me up in your cream? Mak
into her pulsing sex.Yes! she pants. I want all of you... she exhales. All the way in! Fuck me! Ride me hard!

Not yet, Anastasia, I hiss through my teeth, as I push her legs further apart. I
push another inch into her. She tries hard to receive all of me, but I hold her buttocks, digging in my fingers, halting her
A lot! Please! she begs.

Thats what you shall get! If you leave me outside, I will leave my cock barely inside you to remind you what you mak
showing possession over you, she cries out.No, baby, you own me already. Body and soul! I say and thrust my cock i
satisfaction, arching her hips receptively. I start pushing into her with powerful charges.
I'm Your Man - Leonard Cohen

More! she shouts making me ram into her so deep.I angulate my hips to thrust onto that deep spot aching to be rubbed
roll her onto her knees and elbows. My hand reaches down to tease, elongate her nipples as I make renewed efforts to pl
slap against her with each thrust. Her breasts move, back and forth. Just as she starts whimpering with a pending orgasm
precipice. I wrap her now loose hair around my wrist,
pull her head backwards, and pummel my cock in deep penetrations for both of our pleasure.

Christian! Christian! Christian Grey! she shouts, my name a litany on her lips, carrying me over the
precipice. As her orgasms rolls one into another, I empty myself into my wife, collapsing backwards, and
rolling her onto me.God! I love you, Anastasia! I murmur when I come back to my senses. I untie her
legs.
My man... she whispers exhausted. Mine...Yours. But dont forget, you and the child inside you are
mine. Have due care. Let me protect you both. Its my job. Your husbands.Hmm...she hums. Ill do
my best, husband, she murmurs semi-coherently with a satisfied smile on her face before sleep claims
her, while Im still buried deep inside her.

In my Secret Life - Leonard Cohen

***** *****

The New York sunrise is hidden behind an overcast sky. Taylor is already set for workout when I get into the living room
duration of your stay in New York. Would you like to go now? he asks. This is one reason Taylor is a very efficient emp

needs before he can get the solutions in lined up. He knows that I use intense workout sessions as a form of stress relief.

Anyone I know? I ask.Jack Lee, he says simply. My reaction is utmost surprise. The Wushu Master? That Jack Lee
he replies.How did you get him with such a short notice?

I didnt. Melissa trained with him in the past. She got him. I believe hes warming up with her. Shes been in the gym fo
leading the way out of the apartment. Sawyer is waiting by the door.

Good morning Mr. Grey, he greets me.If Mrs. Grey wakes up, tell her Im at the gym downstairs, working out. Yes

When we get in the elevator, I turn to Taylor.How long has Melissa known Lee? I ask.About eight years. Hes perman
to look at Taylor.

Permanently? The man is the most accomplished Wushu master in the world. He can set his own dollar amount for train
have them lining out of his door. I thought he was choreographing some martial arts movies.

Hes friends with Jet Li. He helped him create some of the scenes in couple of his movie projects which were well rece
requests. Hes very particular in what decides to do.Yet, you say that hes in New York permanently as opposed to trav
curiously.

The man has eyes and ears everywhere. As you know most big money attracted to other big money as well as the famou

he has his trusted men around the country to do the job. Lee is one of them in New York. Hes well connected with powe
least... Well, Im looking forward to see his martial arts skills firsthand.

Hes told Melissa that he can be available today should you require his services during Mrs. Greys symposium. I would

inconspicuous security both for Mrs. Greys benefit as well as those who may be looking for security who is clearly emp
assistant well acquainted with Melissa and Sawyer. That would be a dead giveaway should paparazzi or any other dange

I thought you already have arranged added security. Are we expecting any particular danger?We always are, Mr. Grey
be introduced to Mrs. Grey and her assistant, but because they might have to be in contact, it may still be a giveaway. Th
the crowd. However, the celebrity gossip bloggers are already looking forward to getting

pictures of Mrs. Grey and you, sir. Theyre not known, ordinary individuals who have a small following of readers. They
approach Mrs. Grey. Its after all the biggest city in the country and this symposium is a very public event. I have spoken
incident. He is fervently recommending a wild card, someone others dont know or expect, including the added security.
Enterprises payroll. Someone who will not be receiving orders from me, or Sawyer, he explains. I nod. Knowing my w
disregarding danger, it is necessary to have a few added steps to the security.

Good call. Warn Miss Tiber to not to give it away to Mrs. Grey or her assistant Hannah, either. I want absolute stealth. A
Lee, not you, not Melissa and not Sawyer. If theres someone trying to stir the shit pot, I want to know it immediately. A
symposium is over, I order. I also make a mental note to have Welch check into Laurens whereabouts and why she dec
biggest money in the country.
As you wish, sir, Taylor replies.When we make it to the gym, we find Melissa and Lee sparring. The act is very much
the traditional weapons as well.

Lee is absolutely skillful in using the Jiujiebian; the nine section whip. The ease in which he utilizes it and the expertise
hit by the metal whip are very impressive. When they realize they have company observing them, they bow at each othe
me to the master. For the next hour, Lee pushes me hard in training

like Claude Bastille and I decide to secure his services not just for today but for when we do visit New York in the future

***** *****Christian, I thought you werent going to come to the symposium, Anastasia

protests.Mrs. Grey, I have other business to attend. But your desire to have me with you is heartwarming, I say dryly.
feel like a child asking permission from her parents and that shouldnt be like that.Baby, youre not asking my permiss
either. Tell me, have you seen Hannah while I was gone for this mornings business meeting? I ask changing the topic.
over our agenda and then travel together to the symposium. She was going to meet me there, but I thought it was best to
find her in the crowd.Great. How long is this event?It has already started, but were participating events that start af

goes all the way into the evening. Theres more of it tomorrow. If all goes well, Hannah and I might have private events
publishers, she replies excitedly.Good luck to you and your assistant, Mrs. Grey. Remember to keep close to Melissa a

Yes, husband, she replies rolling her eyes.

We have lunch ordered in from a French restaurant. Anastasia is craving crusty baguette, soup and salad. I tell Taylor to
bourguignon. Before our lunch is over, her assistant arrives to the apartment. Anastasia looks exceedingly happy to see h

Hi Ana! she greets my wife giving her a hug. How do you do, Mr. Grey? she adds blushing. I can see the restraint A
Anastasia has to physically pull her to the coffee table in the living room to discuss their agenda. Satisfied with their resu
announces that theyre ready to leave. I help her put her red coat on and make our way down to the garage. All the while

What time did you get in? Anastasia asks.Oh, late enough to have hard time in finding a cab from the airport, she re
stops saying whatever she started out explaining.Did you travel alone, Hannah? I ask casually. She hesitates, briefly.U
alone coming from Seattle. Her voice is brittle, a little off pitch. The way she answers raises my suspicion. Taylors eye
Melissas, but I dont probe further. Maybe she hooked up with someone after she got here. Men and women do it often,
are not looking for a committed relationship.When we exit the apartment building cold gust of wind greets us immediate
their coats tighter. Taylor opens the limo door. I let Anastasia in. Sawyer and Hannah go to the other door and let Hannah
pleasantly after the doors are closed, the cold air chased out by the blasting warm heat from the limos air vents.

Will you be traveling back to Seattle with us, Hannah? Anastasia asks her assistant.Uhm... she says hesitantly. I wo
reservation back on a commercial flight, she responds.

Okay, Anastasia says shrugging.When we arrived at the hotel where the symposium being held, Taylor and Sawyer jum
help my wife out and follow her to the entrance, but I dont go into the building.Well pick you up at 7:00 p.m. unless y

yourself, and call me if you dont feel well for any reason.She rolls her eyes, I mean it Ana, I lean in and whisper into
and for a second the world around dims and only the two of us exist.Yes, sir, she whispers back. I place a chaste kiss o
security.As soon as Anastasia, Hannah, Sawyer and Melissa walk into the building, Taylor opens the limo door, and lets
place? I ask.Yes, sir. Every one of them. Theyre all synced in with Sawyer and Melissa. Good. How about Lee?H
stealthy as a ghost until hes ready to give us his report.My Blackberry buzzes as Taylor is talking. I hold my finger to T
Grey, some of the east coast shipbuilders, Mr. Burgen and Mr. Hedgedorf would like meet with you sir, and I have just e
p.m. which is 30 minutes to after your meeting with Mr. Ying.Whats in Yings agenda? I ask.

He would like to discuss about meeting the quota determined for the upcoming quarter, sir.Where is the meeting with
from Mr. Yings office. They wanted to meet at Mr. Hedgedorfs office located in the Financial District. Your drivers GP
Mr. Grey, she replies.

Alright. Anything else?

Have you received the e-mail from the engineering team regarding the requested quota for our local dock from Taiwan,
anything else I can do for you sir?
Yes. Have Welch call me after Im done with Ying. Yes, Mr. Grey, she says as I disconnect the line.
***** *****

Yings office is large enough by New York standards. I am pleased with the progress the team in Taiwan making meeting
though they are slightly below the quota for the time being, he reassures me that they can make the quota.

I want weekly reports, Ying. Jobs here depend on Taiwanese team meeting the quota. Hire and train temporary or per d
the expense for the year, but meet with finance as well. I dont want you running over the budget. Keep it within the bud

He reassures me that as soon as the training of the existing employees is over for the required work standards, the team w
three weeks to complete the training, and month and a half time to catch up to the quota, I warn him. Not just jobs her
well.

Yes, Mr. Grey, he voices his agreement. We leave Yings office at 3:00 p.m. and the temperatures hasnt even risen a d
If
anything, the wind seems to be sharper and relentless, howling like an ominous messenger. The limo approaches us and
we settle in our seats I turn to Taylor.Any news from Melissa or Sawyer? I ask.

Nothing, sir. He responds.Werent they supposed to check in with you? I ask quizzically.Not unless theres an incid
individuals theyll have to keep an eye on, it may be difficult for them to make a call. They wont be unable to keep a ru
keep strangers away from Mrs. Grey. They have to be close to her at all times.

As if on cue, my Blackberry buzzes. Its Welch as I asked.Greys here, I answer.Mr. Grey, I am calling as you request
about Dr. Lauren Richards. However, I havent found any concrete information yet sir.Lets start with what you found
New York Presbyterian as an Emergency Medicine doctor. She is subbing the New York socialite and railroad old money
What could the railroad guy have anything to do with me? I ask. There isnt anything, sir. Thats the problem. We don
personal attack towards you or Mrs. Grey, sir. Theres no mental illness, or anything she has presented, and it would be i
in jeopardy with such a bold action.But, she has! Not only she made attempts, but she also upset my wife greatly. It co
fuck ups Welch. If you have to interrogate her personally, do it. Theres something going on, and I want to find out what
absolutely certain that its not because of her current Dom. He doesnt know who she was with prior to their relationship

Shes been with him, since you let her go.Why then would a sane woman jeopardize her career, her current relationshi
capable of doing would she take the risk of getting me angry with her? I ask.

She has no benefits from you, and as far as she knows, you have insurance against exposure, he says. I dont respond.
left them in the closet and they were discovered by Ana.Youre not asking the right questions, Welch. What could be wo
to that, and well find the culprit, or at least the reason for that inexplicable verbal attack or whatever else she has planne
Solomons baby, failed.
Ill travel to New York tomorrow, sir, and I will interview Miss Richards, Welch says.Do that, I say and hang up.

The drive to takes another 20 minutes. I make every effort to not to call Anastasia. Shes in her symposium, she may not
enjoying her day with her first event of her career. Yet, since yesterday, I cant shake the uneasy feeling. I deal her phone
didnt say anything about turning her cell phone off.
I call Sawyer. After the third ring, he answers. He has to shout to get himself heard because theres so much background
you well enough, sir. Can you please repeat your question? he asks.

How is Mrs. Grey? I ask again for the fourth time.Very busy, sir. Shes one of the most popular editors here. Theres q
sir.Okay, let me or Taylor know immediately if shes not feeling well, or anything unscheduled happens. Do you know
off? Yes, sir. Mrs. Grey earlier realized that she forgot to charge it. She said you can reach her through Hannahs phon
Did she now? I say frowning. Anything out of protocol feels wrong.She did, sir, he replies uneasily.Why not yours

one of ours, as well sir. Im assuming its because Hannah and Mrs. Grey are sitting together whereas we are within two

Have Mrs. Grey call me at the first break she gets. Otherwise I worry, and we might just join her at her convention, I s

Two flustered and secretaries, a male and a female greet us at Hedgedorfs office at the financial district. Im swiftly led

overlooking the Wall Street itself.You have quite a view here, I say in greeting. The middle aged man receives my exte

Glad you think so, Mr. Grey. I have heard that it was hard to impress you. It is indeed a compliment coming from you. L
Burgen, he indicates, stocky, balding man who is in a custom made three piece suit.

Mr. Burgen, I say as I take his hand.George, please, he says with a very evident New Yorker accent.I am sure you a
meeting you. But, first, what is your pleasure? What would you like to drink? he asks going to a corner

in his office with a bar.Coffee and water. I dont drink in business hours, I respond.I look at both of them with an impa
for you Mr. Grey, starts Hedgedorf in a gravelly voice.I gathered as much. Im listening.

We need to add three new transatlantic cargo ships within the next year to our fleet, and no one has the capacity to man
gentlemen, there are ships available to purchase should you need to get them immediately, I say cocking my head.

We know you have standards that are higher, Grey. The reason we are asking to have them built, and we are also going
modified to our specifications is that we have been hit by pirates every single time, and our losses are great. Not only me
crew, Burgen says.
I havent heard anything on the news. The piracy has been a problem in recent

years around West Africa reported the International Maritime Bureau. But how bad is it? I ask.Bad, Hedgedorf says d
taking a large gulp of air as if the liquid burned its way down his throat, then almost slams the cut crystal onto the coffee

Every single one of our ships and tanker hit. 951 of our sailors attacked. 206 hostages, five killed within the last two we
the pirates! Burgen says with a poorly concealed desperation.But, surely, this many attacks would cause some sort of i
through the circuits.

It has, but this is do business at your own risk kind of thing. Its accepted to have danger in that location. You know th
you send aid through Gulf of Aden. The last aid you sent weve heard was through air drops. But you had a choice; we c
get through Gold of Aden, Gulf of Guinea and through western Indian Ocean.

Im aware of the Somali pirates. Are there more?Hedgedorf heaves a frustrated breath.Nigeria. Its Africas largest oi
pirates targeting fuel cargo. Our oil has been stolen nine out of ten times within the last

year, loaded onto other ships and sold in lucrative black market. They dont even release the ships on ransom anymore!
Indian subcontinent. Singapore Straits, Bangladesh, Malacca Straits, South China Sea. In Africa, Nigeria is the worst, bu
Tog, Red Sea... Hedgedorf says shaking his head.

But Nigeria is still the worst. And unlike Somalia, money moves quickly in Nigeria, adds Burgen. This sort of thing w
pirates have been taking our oil cargo and the money and our shipment is gone within weeks. A lesser company would h
not willing to take the risk to insure us. And if they do insure our cargo, were just working for the pirates and the insura

What is it that you want from my company? I ask sitting back my arms crossed.We want out ships rigged with defens
our goods before they run us out of business, Burgen says.

Our losses are in billions, Grey, Hedgedorf says grimly.But, I doubt that no matter what I rig your ships with or how
warriors. How do you intend to keep them safe? I ask. Were hiring private defense contractors whose sole job is the p
capacity to build what we want? Bergen asks.I do, I respond. My simple response causes both men to give out a sigh
you want these done?The two men look at each other. Yesterday.Well, we have today gentlemen. I will of course nee

need to see how those requirements can apply to cargo ships. After all, you dont have warships, I respond.If you can g
become the pioneer in this field, and the only one. Shipping companies will line up to do business with you. This is som
Youve got to help us Grey! Every single one of our cargo ships has to pass through the hijacking corridor. We have no
one, Bergen says as if he just aged ten years.Ill do my best. But first, I need detailed reports on what happened each s
in what manner it was taken, and how your cargo was disposed in order to be able to identify individual weaknesses of

each vessel.That would be no problem; my company will send all those reports within the next forty-eight hours, say
My Blackberry buzzes. The number isnt someone who is listed on my speed dial.

Excuse me gentlemen. I will have to get this. The men nods. Grey, I answer curtly walking to the corner of the offic
comes through excited. Hi, baby. Are you on your assistants phone?

Yes. I was going to let you know that Fox Boyd, SIPs most famous author, a local publisher here in New York, and my
have some business to discuss, she says.Are you asking me, or telling me, Ana? I thought were having dinner togethe
She sighs a little frustrated.

Christian, this is part of this function. We are here to connect with other writers and publishers. It is beneficial for SIP to
It is a well-known company, Christian.Who exactly are coming?

Fox Boyd, Random rep, my assistant, and my security detail.How long is this supposed to take? I ask checking the t
thought you can meet me where we are going around 6:30? That way wed be done with meeting and have dinner togeth
unpredictable and hard to prepare on the spot. Anastasia, this wasnt the plan. And I thought I made it abundantly clear
thing.I said, Id do my best and I am doing my best within what you want and what my work demands. Its just dinner
you will be meeting me, she says.Where will you be going? I ask.A restaurant called the Lounge at Daniel, she resp
Good food. Alright, well meet you there, then. And, Ana?Yes? she replies warily.You know what this has earned yo

Yes, sir. Ive come to know pink as the color of pleasure, she responds with a low husky voice.Expect a lot of it, then
What?

Thank you. Best first New York trip ever and even if I got to meet unpleasant doctors.Ill see you soon, Mrs. Grey.
excitement.
Me, too, baby. Me, too. And Ana, youre still not off the hook, I murmur before hanging up.

The drive to Daniel takes about 25 minutes through Park Avenue and Broadway. Taylor receives a phone call from Lee d
phone.

Grey, I say.Mr. Grey. Id like to report that most of the event went without incident. Most? I ask.You heard corre
keeping away the individuals who werent on the list of attendees. Close security details were quite efficient.But, I hea
hunch. Nothing untoward happened. But I noticed electronic interference. After all, we cant solely examine the threats v
come to that conclusion?When the majority of the people having difficulty making phone calls, one must consider the
interference where the majority of the cellular phones experienced and most of the individuals complained their phones
were constantly looking for a signal that was being blocked. I noticed Mrs. Grey experienced the same, and I believe bot
have cell phones drained of power.I take my Blackberry out of my pocket, hand it to Taylor.Call Sawyer and Melissa,

Why then wasnt...Miss Hannahs phone? She probably has experienced the same, since she seemed to have it hooke
see. Have you pinpointed what or who was causing the interference?I didnt have the adequate equipment for detectio

shakes his head indicating he cant reach Sawyer or Melissa through cell phone. He radios them.

Did you not charge your cell phones last night? he hisses into the radio. He listens, and breathes out a frustrated breath
seems to be satisfied with the response. Were driving by the Central Presbyterian Church on Park and East 64th. ETAs
question. Charge your fucking phones next time! he hisses.

From now on, youre all required to carry on-the-go chargers. I need to be able to reach you on something other than th
her group to the restaurant? I ask.I had not detected anyone following Mrs. Grey and her company sir.

Alright, Lee. Thanks.I will be there as well Mr. Grey, he replies as a matter of factly.There?At the restaurant of c
eyes and ears, he responds as if this is the most natural thing to do.Will I see you there?Of course not, he says with
disconnect.Coincidence? I ask Taylor.No, sir. One too many. Last night and today. Just one too many to be a coincide
we approach the parking for Daniel. Just want to get my wife and take her home.The Matre D greets us at the entrance.
sir. This way please he says. I am uneasy until I see my wife healthy and happy. I see her sitting at a table her back turn
presence, and turns to look at me. Her face brightens when she sees me.Christian! is her greeting. She slowly rises from
me. I close the distance between us, keeping her in my arms
tightly.You ok? she whispers.

I am now, Mrs. Grey. I am now I murmur with relief as if my reason for being appeared.Once I let her go, she turns ar
you my husband, Mr. Christian Grey, she says with evident pride, emphasizing, my husband.

Thank you for keeping my wife safe and entertained until I got here, I say giving them a smile, sitting next to Anastasi
pushing her chair in. I see Taylor scanning the patrons imperceptibly, seemingly calm, but he is on the edge like I feel. M
with him. We are safe for tonight.
CHAPTER XXVI THE STORM

Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it
finds in its path.
Paulo Coelho

I acquaint myself with the people around the table but my eyes, body and mind are fixed on Anastasia alone. Someone n
read his book. I havent of course. But it was one of the books my wife was editing and gisting during our honeymoon. I
she has told me.
No, but then again, my wife told me the story so well, I feel as if Ive read it.
Will it at least make your to read list then? he asks.
That list is very exclusive. As you would appreciate, I have only limited time, and the genre would rarely make my list
systems.

Unfortunately, its purely romance. I will have to trust Mrs. Grey to have gisted the story in full to you, he says shakin

Well, she has, I say without taking my eyes off my wife. Anastasia blushes and smiles back at me. Dinner goes along i
when I see Taylor wordlessly answer his cell phone. I see rather than hear him say wait to the person calling. We lock

Excuse me Mr. Grey, he says for the benefit of the people around the table, and then leans in.

Welch is in town and he would like to meet you. I nod my head to him to walk away from the table from the prying ey
Tell him to come to the apartment later, I order.
Apparently he cant, he responds. I raise my eyebrows in irritation, questioning.
Something about catching a lead before he jumps the city. But he needs instructions from you about Dr. Richards.
And that cant be done over the phone? He shakes his head locking eyes with
me.

He has documents for your eyes only, he whispers. Anastasia looks at us questioningly. I smile at her to reassure her th
Where is he?
Hes at a coffee shop on East 78th and Madison. How soon can we leave, sir? I groan inwardly. I dont like change of

Go pay for the meals while I talk to Ana, I order Taylor.I walk towards Anastasia, give her a smile then turn the compa

It was nice meeting you all but business calls and we have to leave. Please enjoy yourselves. Ive taken care of the tab w
to leave your company, I say while still watching Anas confused face.

Surely, Mrs. Grey isnt needed for your business meeting. She could grace us with her company, says one of the publis
Cooper. I look at him pointedly.
How wrong you are Mr. Cooper. Mrs. Grey is always needed.
Im sure she is, Mr. Grey. I just meant that she would be inconsequential for your business whereas she can further her
houses here, he says. I stare at him to say are you out of your fucking mind?

Mrs. Grey is the most important individual in his place, I say as he withers under the intensity of my focus. She can n
is soft and low but it is as if I shouted my words at him.
Of course, I didnt mean... I mean, perhaps maybe tomorrow we can continue the business talks. Right, Ana?
Anastasia turns to me with a look that says let me handle this. I dont want to, but I let her take the lead.
Mr. Cooper," she says ignoring the fact that he just addressed her by her first

name. "My husband is right. I would like to leave. We have sorted out our business dealings for today and Im sure nothi
through e-mail or phone. Besides, the business decisions of the SIP are made by the owner.

Oh, I see. Of course, your corporate office... he says like an afterthought. Im sure youre not given the authority to m
authorized to make such decision on behalf of our publishing house, he says with an arrogant pride.

No, Mr. Cooper. I mean the owner. The corporate office is just that: The Corporate Office. The major decisions will stil

Who is... he says as he makes a gesture for Ana to elaborate as if he's talking to a three year old, leaving the end asking
Me, Mr. Cooper. I own SIP, I respond impatiently.
Really? I had no idea you were into publishing, Mr. Grey.

There is a lot you dont know about Mr. Grey. My husband is a brilliant man, Anastasia answers him with pride both in
her chair. The men in their chairs also rise along with her assistant Hannah who seems to have a habit of jumping out of

Do you want me to share a cab with you Ana? I mean if you want to... she says and the last word dies down in her mou
No need for that. We have a vehicle waiting outside, I say brusquely.

Do you need a ride Hannah? Anastasia asks her. But I give Hannah a forbidding stare and she shakes her head.
My hotel is very close to here. So, no. Thank you for the offer, she adds.
I will definitely contact you for future collaboration, Mrs. Grey, says one of the female publishers.

I also would like to collaborate with you. It would be an honor to do business with someone who became so successful
wrap my wife in my arms possessively, territorially. Sawyer and Melissa already close the security rings they create. Tay
been paid.

Good evening everyone, I say after placing Anastasias coat on then leading her outside. The cold air greets us with th
while supporting her waist, making sure she doesnt fall down.
What business are you supposed to be attending? she asks. I raise a quizzical eyebrow.

Oh, come on Christian. You have something important to do, but you dont want me to be left alone with the editors. I c
dont want me to come. Am I correct? she asks and then yawns.

Baby, nothing as important. Besides, youre tired. I need you to go home and rest while I figure out what Welch wants t
Is everyone or everything okay in Seattle? she bristles with concern.
Yes, everyones well. This isnt about Seattle baby, just important business, I say.

Welch isnt your business guy. Hes the head of your security. Is the business about your former sub? she asks as Taylo
opens the limos door for her. I frown, follow her into the limo.
Please be a little more discreet in public. Yes and no. Im not exactly sure what he wants to talk to me about.
I thought we werent keeping secrets, Christian, she complains.

I wont. I dont want to speculate when I dont know what its about. It could be a number of things. All I know that its
face. So the limo will drop me and Taylor off at a coffee shop to meet Welch then

take you, Sawyer and Tiber back to the apartment. Ill be back home as soon as my business is done, I explain. She nod

Mrs. Grey, you know my nightly routine doesnt include business excursions outside. My sole business is finding infini
to her ear. Her breath hitches, she squeezes her legs, and the reflection of her passion is repeated within the grasp of her

Fine, but hurry back. This New York apartment still doesnt feel like home. Why, Mrs. Grey, are you telling me that y

Of course, I did, Mr. Grey, she says smiling. Taylors voice breaks our connection and suddenly the other voices flood
Were here Mr. Grey, he says opening the door.
Youre going directly home, and nowhere else, I remind her.

Christian, Im pregnant, hungry for some snacks and tired. Even if I wanted to, I'm too tired right now, she says with a

Kitchen at the apartment is fully stocked. If you crave for something else, the top cabinet drawer next to the fridge cont
Melissa can order for you. But, I say pointing finger, absolutely no going out for any reason! Especially in this weathe
tonight, I order.
It's already tonight Christian and the snow is already falling. How will you get home? she asks with wide eyes.

The limo will come back for me after the driver drops you three off, baby, I tell her to sooth her concern. Dont worry
quick kiss and close the limos door behind me, stopping the escape of warm air from the vehicle.
Taylor and I rush to the caf which is flanked by Hermes and Barneys on the

street and some other luxury shops. Taylor pulls the door open and the onslaught of the fresh scents of coffee and Danish
cozy, shoebox size. I spot Welch right away. Hes sitting with a man in a Yankees ball cap, jeans, cowboy boots and dark
coat slung on the backing of the chair hes sitting in. I glance over the interior of the shop out of habit and take in the con

customers other than Welch and his company. By the heavenly scent permeating and mouthwatering displays on the past
security closed the shop. Welch gets up right away to greet me with a somber face. When his company lifts his face up, r
him in anything other than expensive suits since college. He stands to his full height gracefully, fluidly and confidently a
town and extends his right hand which I grasp it in the usual forearm shake.

To what do I owe your presence here, Alex? I ask.Its nice to see you, too, Grey he grins in response. Im in town f

days and you needed my eyes and ears. Or so Im told. Seattle is your town, but, New York and LA are mine, he says ca
After looking around, I spot his personal bodyguard Anthony, standing at a vantage point where he can observe the entir
is conveniently concealed. Taylor comes back to the table, places my coffee before me, then goes where Anthony is stan
Mr. Grey, I dont have much time, so, Ill explain it as best as I can in the shortest time possible, Welch interjects.

He places a manila envelope before me. I take the envelope and empty the contents before me which produces a folder a
smart phones or tablets.

Dr. Richards is a hard woman to get a hold of, starts Welch without a preamble. She has powerful alliances in her curr
continues. So, the fact that she knew me, made it even harder to talk to her. She blocked all the venues!! All of them! A
visit to New York Presbyterian ended up by her threatening me for stalking. She was even unfazed by uhm, the insuranc
her, he says and I cringe.
However, theres more than one way to collect information and thats my business, adds Pella.
What have you got? I ask bristling with edgy, nervous energy.
Welch produces a small 8 inch tablet.

May I? he says extending his hand for the memory card. I hand it to him. He inserts it in the slot and the screen comes
teenagers happy face fills the screen. I shake my head questioningly.

Well? I ask irritated.Keep sliding, says Pella.With my index finger, I scroll through the contents. One after the other,

of the same girl going to school, hanging out with friends, then in college and in her dorm room. Then an image appears
handcuffed with a terrified face, followed by a mug shot, fingerprints for shoplifting, then in a place which appears to be

appears to be stripped of her clothes and of her innocence. Image after image shows her in various sexual positions. I no
similarity to the ones I have visited in the past. The final image shows a note that simply says Caught and Punished.
Who is this? I ask, although I have an ominous feeling who it might be. Simply seeking confirmation.
Dr. Richards baby sister.
What does she have to do with me?

Shes a means to an end, the weakest link in a chain to yank by six degrees of separation. She yanks Dr. Laurens chain
can yank yours, Pella explains.

Even if it is to her own detriment. What we are seeing here is just a move as in a chess move. Do you play chess? asks
me given the topic.
Yes, Alex, you know I play strategy games! I nearly growl exasperated.

Good!" he responds giving me a brilliant smile. Lifts his face up, sits back and crosses his arms. Then his face takes a s

"That means you should recognize and understand what is going on here. What would you sacrifice to bring your oppon
raising his eyebrows. My mind is too addled to playhypotheticalchess games. He answers his own question.Would you
two knights, your two bishops, your two rooks, and even the only queen? Short of your King, you can sacrifice it all if y
matters is that you are the only King
standing in the game of Chess.
Enough with the strategy game analogy Alex. Im sure Im not here to get a lesson in chess.

Christian Grey, you still dont see it? Whoever it is, or they are, a pawn and a rook are being sacrificed here. A rook is s
know what the game says... Two rooks are generally considered to be worth slightly more than a queen. Its a major piec
by sacrificing a lowly pawn, namely the sister, and that lowly pawn brought down a rook, Dr. Richards. The rook is bein
Queen and the queen will bring down the King.
Alex, fucking English please!

Dr. Richards does not have the potential to bring you down. That wasnt the purpose of the player. However she was me
which somehow the other persons attempts were unsuccessful since your queen had tricks of her own. If Mrs. Grey didn
know what would have happened with such a gathering: the unforgiving memory of society thanks to you being elusivel

paparazzi and of course the never forgetting internet. You know that as well as I do that it takes years to build reputation
benefit from your fall? he asks.

The list can be long. Success takes a long list of rivals left in the dust. But there may be others, one particular other. I loo

So far, no apparent activity. Hes still seeking court action claiming hostile takeover. All his efforts seemed to have focu
mean hes not involved someway, but so far all the surveillance shows that hes focusing his efforts in litigations.
Dismiss no one! Alex interjects.

Who were you going to follow that prevented you from coming to my apartment?
I dont know the name. Mr. Pellas man, he says nodding Alexs direction, the
one you met earlier in the day is on him. But the guy knows hes being followed, and hes not without tricks of his own.
What permission do you need from me then?

Dr. Lauren is unwilling to cooperate. Since her sister is involved, do you wish to pull her strings to cooperate using our
I dont think it would work, I say even if I still had all the insurance I have destroyed.

I dont either, Pella agrees. Theres simply nothing people wont do to protect those they love, including their own de
baby sister, not just from an embarrassing reveal, but possibly from more. If youre not in town, the impact will be less,
you and your family not to mention to your company. So, the question comes to this: what other game pieces are lined u
one. Is this a simple distraction, a sacrifice of an important game piece to isolate the King?
The Queen, I respond. Whoever it was, they wanted to isolate my Queen.

Then the question becomes," Pella says, leaning forward looking at me without blinking, "Would the King sacrifice him
knowing the answer.
Undoubtedly, I respond gravely.
Theres your weakest link, then. Theyll approach you through her, he says sitting back with his arms crossed.

You understand the game now? Alex asks. Theyll never come at you. Never! he says emphasizing. Theyll come a
down her own King, he says. And how well do I know that? Id give everything up for Ana, even my own life. I prefer
means I need to prepare an offensive strike against an unknown enemy.
How do we find this person? And how did you get your hands on Dr. Richards documents?

I can be very," says Pella motioning with his hands as if to sort through the right word. He settles for, "persuasive. Ever
Dr. Richards pulls the strings of a New York billionaire who has aspirations of becoming a Senator. The future senator re
predilections exposed so publicly. I simply reminded him the Senate race early 2000s against a well-known Republican p
not only lost the senate seat but possibly the presidency because of that scandal. Politics can also be nasty. Dr. Richards
race and any leakage, even the slight gossip of it would be bad for him. Threat of that of course, provided his begrudging
leaks to the media. I had to reassure him that it wouldnt. Because its to no ones benefit.
What now?

It only bought us time. Hes going to restrain his girlfriend, but he knows that the scandal is only one file sharing websi

having the internet monitored by his team of geeks 24/7 to prevent and contain any possible damage should anything lea
he'll bring an injunction against him to prevent him or her leaking that information. I brought it to his attention that his g
tastes could also be detrimental more so to him than anyone else which of course he agreed.
I run an exasperated hand through my hair.

Do you want to contact the Doctor yourself? Welch asks, but his phone must have buzzed because he holds an apologe

Excuse me, sir, he says, then slides the screen to answer the call. Yes, he says. Waits for the answer.Lost him? Whe
his face.
Is there any chance to catch up to him? Him. Who is him?

Fine. Give me your God damned location. Ill come and get it. Upon listening to the murmured answer on his phone h
front door of the shop. Theres nothing to see just darkness and the shops light showing heavy snow fall only steps away

Tomorrow then, he says confirming a meeting, then hangs up. Pella doesnt say anything as if he heard all the convers
It was Lee. He lost the man who was lurking at the convention today, or rather playing some electronic tricks blocking
Lost him?

Yes, sir. But he recovered something off his laptops hard drive. Unfortunately, while trying to decipher the information
because of the self-destruct encryption.
How? I ask. How could this other man manage to do that in a short time?
Its quite simple actually. When the man got caught with his virtual pants down by Lee he had to run leaving his laptop
privileged command with a predetermined password at login to trigger destruction of the user data," Welch answers.
How will that help us? What pertinent information did the hard drive contain that caused us to meet here today? I ask

Mr. Grey, the man has access to Mrs. Greys schedule. That much Lee was able to determine and some e-mails she rece
What? I jump to my feet.

Most of it is destroyed. But, we dont know how he received that information or gained access to it. My mind is runnin
access to my wifes private content of her e-mail account.
I want that fucking hard drive analyzed by Barney, and Barney only! Which email account? I ask through gritted teeth.

The SIP, and the schedule is what was entered into the SIP Calendar. But the information is only partial. Either the SIP
smart phones are hacked. Lee described the condition of the hard drive content as like a piece of paper where most of it i
remained. Thats how he was able to determine the SIP part of it.

Why couldnt you get the hard drive now? I ask changing topics. I want to have the possession of that hard drive imme

Theres a storm advisory. The worst snow storm of the year is already upon us. Hell get it to me tomorrow when the st
dangerous right now and hes off the Manhattan Island. Most people are only seeking shelter or remaining indoors at this

Christian, where is Mrs. Grey? asks Alex.I sent her to our apartment. She should already be home by now." I respond
with the snow storm coming. Do you have
a ride back to your place?Come to think of it, the limo should have already been back. But it has not.

Mr. Grey, I have the confirmation that Mrs. Grey and the security made it home. Theyre well, sir. But, the limo will no
least lets out a little, Taylor interjects tucking his cell phone in with a stoic face.
Shit! I hiss.

I have a large interest in a 5 star luxury hotel only a block away on Madison & 77th. Im sure we can get that far until t
leaving Anastasia by herself. I need to get home. Pella sees the conflicting face I have.

Come on, Grey. As soon as the snow stops, you can be on your way which shouldnt be more than a few hours. I find m
space, feeling confined.

Ill have Anthony drive you. I have an AWD Knight Conquest, no weather is too harsh for it. Just wait till the storm pas
Two hours tops, I acquiesce reluctantly.
***** *****

La passion est toute l'humanit, sans elle, la religion, l'histoire, le

roman, l'art seraient inutiles.

Passion is in all humanity; without it, religion, history, literature and

art would be rendered useless.

True to his own self, Alex comes through and he had secured the largest suite which occupies two top floors of the hotel
other room is completely occupied, surprising for the season. As soon as I get a private room to hang my hat in, the first
Christian? she answers. Hi, baby, I respond.
Youre late, she says accusatory.

Ill be home in a couple of hours. A bad snowstorm is passing through and Im stuck. Weve taken refuge at a hotel in th

Taylor and Mr. Welch? she asks concerned.Theyre also here. Have you eaten, yet? I ask changing the topic. Yes, th
need to take out.
What did you do since you got home? I ask.

I had some snack because your son was hungry, she says reiterating your son.
Our son, I correct her.
Yes, well, he was hungry, but, I made myself a sandwich. Just took a bath, and waiting for you to come home in bed.

Really Mrs. Grey? What are you wearing? What the hell? Where did that come from? Such a clich but I want to do th
the gist and her voice gets the deep sultriness that would make any phone sex operator jealous. Not that I would ever hav
of a seductress.
I am wearing the line from My Husbands T-Shirt Catalog, she replies emphasizing.

You should be in silk or satin, baby, I respond.Oh, I dont know. I prefer wearing your scent than any silk or satin, hu

And right now, Im sprawled against the headboard, not only completely bored to tears, but utterly turned on. Theres no
exaggerated sigh. I groan throwing my head back.
Aaand Mr. Grey, I totally feel like Im in some sort of heat. I dont know who can put me out.

Anaaa! I hiss through my teeth barely recognizing the primal guttural sound coming from within me. I want no ones
understand? I hiss.
Not, even me, sir? she asks innocently.We could make that exception for you tonight seeing how I neglected you,
but I and only I will get you there.

Yes, sir, she responds obediently. She knows how to get me hard, but then again, Im always half way there with my w
This morning, just as I am now, I got hard as hell just by watching you sleep.
Watching you sleep is a rare treat for me as well, she murmurs.

Yes, but my cock was like a thick, heavy rope, throbbing, aching to get inside you which is why I pulled you beneath m
eyes were fully open. Even when youre half asleep, your body responds to mine like nothing else. The way you moan w
around me when I pull back out as if you cant get enough of me and the way you keep coming one after delicious wave
crazy where being inside you is a need like the air I breathe. A soft whimper, mixed with lascivious need escapes her lip
a little harsh, seductive, and smooth like velvet at times, but it is getting her weak at the knees.
Christian! I want you here! I wish you were here inside me, she moans.
I know baby, I know. But, Ill make this good for you. Take your shirt off as I would do. Because if I was there, Id get

skin from your lips to your toes. I want you to think my mouth on you. I will not ride you hard before I get you soft and
my hands. I want you to cup your breasts and roll your nipples between your thumb and finger. Both of them. Like I wou
serpent calling Eve to taste the apple. Try it. You will like it! A loud moan arises from the phone.
Sinnerman Nina Simone
Now I want you to pinch and pull your nipples. Imagine me sucking them... Hard! Another whimper is heard over the

I dont want you touch yourself yet. Just pay attention to your nipples. Theres supposed to be massage oil in the top dr
some in your palm.
Ah! O..okay she stutters. I hear her heavy breathing on the phone which
slowly calms down.

Now, slide those hands from the tops of your breast, to the down curve. Keep going lower. Over your bellybutton, then
I want you to do this to me when Im hand cuffed and with a spreader bar, she
murmurs between panting.
Fffuck! I hiss. I most definitely will do that. You are a kinky girl, Anastasia Grey!
Only... pants, because Im married to a kinky boy!
Damn right you are! Aaah! she groans.
Ana, I want you to lower your right hand between your folds. Tell me, are you wet yet?

Husband, get naked and get your cock in your hand, please, she pleads.

Fuck it! I say looking around then walk into the en suite bathroom divesting my clothes as I walk. As soon as I divest
heavy and pulsing. Finding a glass enclosure shower pleases me. I walk in without turning the water on. It will come late

Hard, ready to fuck you. Just thinking of you sprawled in my bed, pleasuring yourself gets me going.

I want to suck that plush tip of your cock, lick it like the chocolate Popsicle, trace my tongue over the ridges and veins,

really want to do is to ride it hard, like it was never ridden before. Feel the throbbing veins, makes you primal, like a god
whispers.
Baby, you have an oral fixation.

When it comes to you Mr. Grey, Im unabashed. I want you to fist my hair, drive into me with your base animalistic urg
me...

Fuuucck! Ana! I growl as the precum bubbles and fizzes, coating the head of my cock, spreading over the crescent for
forefinger.
Touch your little nub, and rub it with your other thumb while you imagine sucking me! I order.

Christian! Im burning for you! If you dont put me out, Ill burst into flames. Im imagining kneeling before you so no
your erection! Oh! she groans. Christian, Im so close!

My hand speeds up, feeling my wifes lips on my cock. I lose my balance leaning onto the shower wall, and thick spurts

Anastasia shouts her pleasure into the phone and finally murmurs on our ascent, not enough without you, Christian! No
I know baby, Ill get home as soon as I can, and satisfy that hungry sex of yours.
Everything is Never Quite Enough Wasis Diop
Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even if theyre not.

When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance
is the pleasure they experience they may never finish it.
Paulo Coelho
***** *****After taking a hot shower, I get back in my clothes. Then pick my cell phone up

and dial again.Hello? a groggy voice answers the phone.Barney! my voice jolts him to attention. He clears his throa
awake. Sorry, he says.Dont apologize. Did you talk to Welch?
Yes, I did, also to a Mr. Lee. I had given him how to take screen captures of the data without destroying whats left.
And?

The first precaution I took is to reset the passwords on all SIP employees, and I had to reset your password as well. But
phone than a server like SIP, so for the time being, I have prohibited company email access from smart phones for Mrs. G
shared work calendar. That should do the primary damage control. Also, could
you ask Mrs. Grey if her phone was out of her sight at any time? Or anything unusual happened to the phones?
Yes! I dont know if her phone was ever out of her custody but they have had problems with the phone today. Lee said
everyones phones were drained of power except for Mrs. Greys assistants.

Why not hers?Apparently it was hooked onto her laptop, charging.

Hmm, he murmurs thinking. I need to see the phones. All of them. Meanwhile it would be best if you could do somet
install on the smart phones that would prevent any interference, like an internal firewall for the smart phones. That woul
well, theoretically.
Really?

Well, its a working theory of mine. I wrote the code myself, but I have tested it and so far it produced positive results,
directly send it to you. You would need to hook the smart phones to a laptop or a desktop. It makes the workaround so m
Okay, send it. CC it to Taylor so he can work on the securitys phones.
Ill do that, sir. When can I have the phones, Mr. Grey? Id like to examine them.
Well be back to Seattle tomorrow. The following day should work. Yes, sir, he says before I hang up.
Taylor is waiting for me outside.

The snows letting out, sir. We can leave if you wish. I nod.

Care for something to drink before leaving? Alex holds up his Carslbergs Jacobsen Vintage.
Where did you get that? They only make 600 bottles annually, I say surprised.
Had them shipped from Copenhagen of course. It has the hints of peaty tar and rope.
Ahhh! I dont know if thats appealing, I say doubtfully.

It sure is. The barley wine is matured in oak barrels for six months making it taste like vanilla and cocoa. The hint and t
Otherwise I wouldnt pay $400 bucks a bottle. So would you like to try one? he asks, waving a new bottle.
As appealing as it is, I have a pregnant wife at home, waiting for me. He nods

with a smile that doesnt reach his eyes as if the remark hit a sore spot. I open my mouth to ask him what happened to hi
close my mouth and dont word the question thats been crossing my mind for a long time. I dont know what I would do
went crazy when I thought she was leaving me. Just when I thought life couldnt get any worse... I shake away the memo
Even though the curiosity is egging me, I dont ask. This time his smile is full as if he reads my mind.
It was fire, and a long time ago, he says.I cant even mouth the word sorry with the shock.

I know, he says with a sad smile. Go to your wife, my friend. Nothing with a price tag would make up for what is pri
Thank you for letting us crash here during the storm. Your favors are stacking
up against me.

Well, someday I may call in. Currently, Im only doing what I wish someone had done for me. You may call it... vicario
see you before you leave, have a safe trip back to Seattle. He extends his hand, and I grasp his forearm in his usual man
Thank you, I voice my rare gratitude and he knows it.
***** *****

By the time Taylor and I get to my apartment, its almost 4:00 a.m. Anastasia is sleeping curled under the covers. She ha
the fireplace flickers and dances on her face making her glow like an angel. Her hand is holding onto the pillow on my s
Im not here. Right now, all I want to do is to get into bed with my pregnant wife and hold onto the most important perso

I take my clothes off, pile them neatly on the chair and enter into our bed pulling Anastasia into my embrace, her back to

snuggles into my warmth. I fall into a deep, relieved sleep with the knowledge that she is safe and warm in my arms.

The sunlight seeps through the window as if the storm of the night didnt go on all night long. Anastasia groans and she
automatically. She never liked getting too warm while sleeping. I look at the clock on the side table. It flashes 7:38 a.m.
dont want to leave Anastasias side this morning. She shifts and turns her body towards me. Her movement rides her t-s
half-moon swells of her breasts. My cock which has already been at half- mast leaps into attention. It pokes Anastasias l
up.
Hey, you, she smiles. Her voice is a little throaty with the morning ruse but also rusty with her awakening senses. Her
cheeks, fully flushing them.
You are a sight for sore eyes," she whispers.
Id like to be more than just for your sore eyes, wife, I respond. The unbelievable tension coils inside me with an urge
About that promise you made... she starts. If this is a preamble for it...

Oh, baby, youve seen nothing yet.Christian, last night only left me wanting more.And how would you like it deliv
feel alive and desired." Her voice is deep, velvety, profligate. Get on all fours then Mrs. Grey, I order. She obeys imme
I will have to preen and open you up baby, youre too tight, and Im too big. I dont want to hurt you.

Christian, I want to feel alive! Im not made of glass you know! she protests. I smack her ass right at the apex of her th
her arousal.
Again! she asks surprising me. You want to be spanked? I ask.

Please, she begs.Sure? I say with barely concealed excitement. Yes, please! Dont make me beg!
Well go with twelve then, I say. If its too much, let me know and Ill stop and just fuck you.
"Yes! Just do it already!" she complains.

Yes, ma'am! Your ass is the most beautiful sight, baby, I say stroking it gently, spreading warmth. Then my hand leave
buttock cheek leaving a red handprint. I stroke again then land another slap on her left buttock. Next I hit over her folds
eliciting a deep moan. She arches her back.

Still, baby, I coax her as I rub over her sex then land another slap on her buttocks. A pattern emerges. Slap. Rub. Slap.
enter into her tender sex in one swift move. Warm, wet, tight and soft. I hold there for a few seconds with my eyes closed
connection. She pushes against me, urging me to move with her body. I withdraw and spear into her, first slowly, then pi
with me, pushing against me, countering my movements.

Ana! Stop! This will be over way too soon! But she wont stop. My heavy balls smack against her now swollen clit rep
arousal, an intimate connection, sound of our rhythm. The rim of the crown of my erection scrape and kiss her tender spo
wife to the brink of orgasm.

Hold! I hiss through my gritted teeth and change my angle. As I spread her legs wider, I pound deeper into her, caressi
the embrace of her tight sex to get lost in a mind-blowing pleasure. Anastasia arches her head back, her hair cascading in
the assaults of my relentless storm of my drives. Anastasias hands clasp the sheet hard, her body trembles, and the inner
harder, eliciting my orgasm as I feel the first wave of her hitting my wifes body. My body jerks, a deep animalistic shou
ejaculations release a wrenching orgasm. Sweat covers and attempts to cool my heated body. When the last jolt stops, I c
lower our bodies onto the bed.
That was... wow! Words fail me, Anastasia murmurs.
Yes, exactly, I say holding her tighter.
Your mom called last night, she says.
You have to tell me this now, when my cock is still buried inside you? She giggles.
Caught your pants down, Mr. Grey?

Virtually and literally, I say as I pull out with the sound of suction, the evidence of our rough sex leaking out at the wa

Wait here, baby I say, and walk to the bathroom. I bring pieces of tissues to clean her up. I gently wipe her sex and her
The irony isnt lost on me, Mr. Grey, she says.
How so? I ask.

You can give me what I want, as rough or as gentle. But then, theres this side of you thats incredibly gentle and loving
you.
High praise coming from you, Mrs. Grey? I am but a lowly mortal, I say with a grin.

Theres nothing lowly about you Mr. Grey. Im hungry, lets go eat, she says. I hold my hand out to her.What am I go
think of something delicious.

Shower with me, first? Or cant my son wait until his mother takes a shower? I think we can hold him off for a little w
out of curiosity.

Theyre throwing me a baby shower this week. Thats what she wanted to talk about. At your parents home. She asked
can get me what I would need.
You dont need to do that. I can afford all you and our child needs.
Oh, Christian. Thats really not the point... she says rolling her eyes. Come on husband. Lets take our shower. What

Anytime we want, but I was thinking late in the evening. That way we enjoy our last day, wait for the streets to be clear

Im sure Mrs. Taylor would be happy to see Jason.

Of course, Anastasia responds.
***** *****

Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome aboard. This is your captain speaking. It looks like we are going to be d
weather conditions. We are in line for deicing of the jet. The air traffic for take offs is slower due to snow. Please enjoy y
and I wish you all an enjoyable flight, Stephans voice echoes out of the speakers.

Its odd, Anastasia says looking at her Blackberry. Whats the matter? I ask.I cant access my SIP email account. It
precaution.
What? she asks confused.
All the company e-mails had to be reset.
When? she asks furrowing her brows.
Yesterday, or rather last night, I respond.
Pfff... Christian, why are they resetting my email account? putting her fist onto her waist.

Because someone hacked into your email account and your Outlook Calendar. We couldnt take the chance. I shrug un
I would argue with you, but Im still too tired, she says with a smile. Thank you she adds. This surprises me.
What for? I ask.You really know how to show a girl a good time.
Just to my girl. Just to mine. Because I love you Mrs. Grey, I answer as I lift and kiss her hand.
I Want Love - Elton John
CHAPTER XXVIITO CATCH A PREDATOR
Beyond the clouds, above people, beneath the skin, inside people, were waiting for
you. We see you now, as you read. Well see you when you stop thinking about these
words. Above and inside your face, we know your secrets. We know what you hide
from yourself. You cant escape us. We hold your heart in the palm of our hand. If we
like, we can squeeze it. If we like, we can crush it. Theres nothing you can do to stop
us. Our gaze notices your every single move and your every single word. Say a word
now. Make a move. We smile at your words, as we smile at your silence. No one will be
able to protect you. No one can protect you now. Youre even less than you imagine.

Weve seen a thousand generations of men like you. It was our pleasure to let them
walk on the lines of our hands. It was our pleasure to take everything away from

them. We guided entire generations of men through tunnels we built that led
nowhere. And when they arrived at nothing, we smiled. Youre just like them. Were
waiting for you above and inside your face. Continue on your way. Follow that line

of our hand. We know where that tunnel you walk through will end. Keep on
walking. We see you and smile. Beyond the clouds, we are fear. Beneath the skin, we

are fear.
Jos Lus Peixoto, Antdoto

The man in a dark hood steps out from his hiding place behind the alcove of
the conference room. He blends in the crowd of writer and readers who are eager
to get their manuscripts to the publishers or get an introduction. Tables are
arranged so that after the lectures, people can meet and greet or get a signed
copy of their favorite authors book. Anastasia, her assistant Hannah and their
current star writer Boyd are sitting behind one of the tables. He gets in the queue
with the rest of the participants. No fidgeting, not giving away his intentions,
cool, calm, collected, intent on reaching Ana. Sawyers eyes glances over him as
he does the rest of the people surrounding Anas table. Wheres Melissa? I locate
her in the outer perimeter, her eyes scanning the approaching crowd.
I am momentarily distracted with the publisher representative who comes
to Anas desk and leans into her personal space. He extends his hand to her with
a barely concealed lascivious smile.
Miss Ana Grey, I presume. Im George Cooper, he says extending his
hand. When she automatically extends hers, he takes it in both of his and lifts it
to his lips. Ana blushes and tries to pull her hand away when he holds it just a
little longer.
How fortuitous of us to meet here in this conference. Our publishing firm
has wanted to collaborate with SIP for some time since your publisher has a

knack for choosing popular up and coming new writers. We, he says indicating
two different desks, are planning to go out for a celebratory dinner after the
conference and further get to know our respective publishing houses and discuss
how we can collaborate in future projects. You would honor us if you could
join, he says.
Ah, Im not sure.
Oh, come on Miss Grey, he says emphasizing on the Miss which boils
my blood; I could kick the shit out of him. Why isnt her security detail keeping
this asshole away? This is a golden opportunity for many of our companies.
After all, its for networking which is essential for our business as is the case for
many businesses.
Anastasia turns to her assistant who cheerfully nods. Of course she would!
Shes been eyeing the man since the moment he stepped into her orbit.
with!
Yes, of course, Mr. Cooper. Let me arrange my evening schedule, Ana
responds. Im the evening schedule whom she needs to arrange her fucking work
Call me George, please. Our publishing company would like to do
business with you in the long term, and I have a feeling wed be in touch a lot,
he says grinning like an alligator. Anastasia instinctively scoots her chair closer
to her assistant and away from Cooper.
Where the hell is the fucking security? I gave them a specific three feet
radius, yet heres this guy who is just mere inches away from my wife!
Excuse me, sir, says a polite voice, but clearly asking, no, ordering him
to move out of the way. My first thought is Sawyer is finally doing his job.
Cooper looks up the man in the hoodie. The man is clasping a manuscript like
package in one of his hands. The other hand is behind the papers. Anastasias

face looks a little relieved with the distraction. She looks around the crowd to
locate one of her security details and neither one seems to be around. She turns
around and looks at Hannah who shrugs her shoulder.
Yes, can I help you? Ana asks the man in the hoodie.
Looking forward to you joining us for dinner tonight Ana! says Cooper
before he gives the hoodie a dirty look.

Yes, maam, he says politely. His face is in the dark. The crowd is large.
He speaks up to be heard.
My manuscript... he starts, Id like you to take a look."Ah, Im sorry, Mr. Anastasia says waiting for
him to say his name. Its Joe, he says.
Yes, Joe, normally writers have to submit their manuscripts through our
pre-defined process. But, if you have registered to the convention as a writer, we
can accept your manuscript. You can leave it with my assistant along with your

contact information.
I want you to take it, he says. Its not a request.
Give it to my assistant! Ana says standing up, this time confronting him.
She shifts her foot and holds her back to support herself. I can only glance at the
smirk on his lips; the face is still dark.
I think not. On second thought, why dont you pass this to your husband,
instead with my regards? he says leaning into her ear and places a knife on her
belly and stabs Ana! No sound comes, just a tiny noise like a suppressed cough.
He doesnt wait around to see Anastasias shocked face. Her hand goes to her
belly where the crimson blood starts staining her dress running down with the
odd handle of the knife protruding from her belly. She holds her hand up to her
face to see if shes really bleeding. Shes in shock! She wobbles; her bloody hand
holds onto her assistant Hannah who screams when she comes face to face with
my wife's dripping blood. Ana falls, and I scream!
Anaaaaaa! And suddenly the lights are out; everything goes dark in the
conference hall. I run, but hit the wall of people blocking me.
Noooo! Noooo! Noooo! Anaaaaa! God, no!

A soulmates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a

little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your
heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and
out of control that you have to transform your life, then
introduce you to your spiritual master.
Elizabeth Gilbert Eat, Pray, Love

Thump! Breath is sucked out of me as if someone hit me with a baseball

bat.
My eyes spring open and I blink madly, the darkness is pitch black. My
eyes burn and I struggle between desperate need to find my wife and kill her
assailant. But my vision has not adjusted yet to the loss of light. The cacophony
of noises that were present a minute ago is completely gone. Just the gentle,
constant humming of an engine. Im immediately in an offensive crouch.
Hey, Christian, Christian! a gentle voice whispers.
Im here, Im here! shes trying to reassure me. I blink several times to
get a glimpse that this really is her. I suck air into my lungs to get rid of the
smothering fear and grief that has presently washed over me. My breathing is
harsh, rapid, and raspy. The hitching in my voice escapes an involuntary sob. I
viciously wipe my face to dry the tears.
Shhhh! Its okay, she murmurs, her voice closer this time. My eyes
finally adjust and I see her hand tentatively reaching out to me. Her presence

inundates me with relief. Relief! God! I cant speak for a moment.

I, uhm, I whisper clearing my throat, I thought I lost you. Someone
was there at the conference. Trying to get close to you, I recall with agony.
He... he stabbed you! Stabbed you! I growl.
You just had a nightmare, Christian. Youre here... Im here, Im well. We
both are. Were flying going home, remember? her voice takes a soothing
cadence. I cant even swallow past my scorching throat. Come to bed,
Christian, she says, her voice caressing, comforting. She extends her hand from
the bed towards me without hesitation, encouraging me to take it, whereas I'm
crouched at the corner of the small suite in my jet. I realize that my breathing is
still harsh, but her voice takes the overwhelming grief away. I push to a standing
position. My sight is adjusted to the darkness; I lock my gaze as if shes going to
disappear and then take her hand as if a lifeline has been extended to me, like the
first breath of fresh air you greedily inhale when you're hiking. The second our
fingers connect, I feel the electricity. The powerful jolt that says shes alive, shes
here, with me.
Oh, Ana! I hold her tight. Inhaling her scent, I crush her to my chest. I
shift her and cradle her in my arms.
Do you wanna talk about it?
Not right now, I whisper. Its been a few weeks since I spoke to Dr.
Flynn. Im on the edge with the events of yesterday. I need to feel Anastasias
presence; I need to know shes alive, that the baby is alive. I automatically place
my hand on her belly. Theodore....Teddy kicks my hand as if to reassure me hes
alive.
You could have woken the dead up, Anastasia says trying to make the
light of my nightmare. Im surprised that Taylor didnt break the door to enter

into our suite.

Oh, Ana! I stifle a sob, rocking her back and forth. She wraps her arms
around my neck. Her hands run through my hair, rubbing, soothing, and
tangling. She then nuzzles into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent as if shes
starved for it. Her lips brush my day old stubble. Then she kisses the corner of
my lips, lighting the fuse. I give out a deep lascivious groan.

Anaaa! I hiss before I seal my lips over hers. Theres first the whisper of
a kiss, tentative, testing, feeling, drinking her in small sips. I lick the seam of her
lips which she opens with a moan. Then without a preamble, I lower her to our
bed, my legs are automatically tangled between hers, my arms hold her firmly,
my lips bruise hers in unrestrained possession. God! I murmur into her lips
and the rest of the thought I cant speak of drowns under the weight of my relief,
I almost thought I lost you! Again! The overwhelming desire unfurls within me; I
want to shock our system to make both of us aware that were here within each
others arms.
belly.
Christian! she murmurs. Her soft voice reverberates through my
system. Her hands are fisting into my hair, her hips grinding.
You make me feel alive! I murmur as I push her nightgown up her
I love you Christian! she murmurs back. Her body shakes with
anticipated pleasure. The hum of the jets engine is dulled and all Im focused is
my wife and the fact that were alive, here, in each others arms. I feel the
intensity of our desires for one another. My hands move purposefully above the
peak of her belly. My fingers track the line within the valley of her breast. She
inhales a sharp breath. I lift her up momentarily and remove the nightgown off
her.
I want to see all of you...beneath me! Her body shakes with thrill and
she closes her eyes.
I want your eyes open! I order. When I enter you, I want to see your
response." Her heavy lids open. My gaze bores into her as I thrust into my wife
in one swift move.
Heaven! I arch my back and hold my position. We are one body, one

soul. This is where I feel at home; inside my wife. I close my eyes momentarily to
absorb the feeling. When I open my eyes back up again, theyre darkened with
desire for her. There is life, desire, energy, power in our connection. I start
moving.
An unexpected voice booms from the overhead speakers.
Good morning passengers. We are approaching Seattle airspace and as
soon as the tower clears us for landing, we should be on the ground within the
next 15 minutes. The local time in Seattle is 4:46 a.m. Stephens cheerful voice
echoes. Please fasten your seat-belts.
Christian! Hurry! Ana urges me. I smirk and quicken my pace, planting one deep thrust after another
into her. The airplane starts descending and
momentarily Anastasias body levitates with the negative gravity. The
excitement yields to more adrenaline and I speed my pace even further. My left
hand moves over her breast kneading each nipple reflecting my movements
inside her. As she climaxes, I capture her mouth and kiss her, swallowing her
pleasure. Her body shudders and her sex clenches in waves.
Ah! Fuuccckkk! Ana! I race to my peak as her sex elicits pleasure from
my cock with a firm grasp, milking me and finally shoot my release in thick
spurts into her marking each others ownership of one another.
When my eyes are able to focus again, I see the fond admiration as well as
concern in my wifes eyes. She would normally probe to find out, but weve just
landed and I need to take her home so she can sleep. I pull out and to change the
topic I ask:
Are you happy to be back to Seattle?
Yes. I miss home even though its new. Im looking forward to
completing Teddys room. New York was wonderful, but east or west, home is
best, she says with a smile.

Alright, Mrs. Grey, lets get home, I say extending my hand.

Dont think I dont know what youre doing Mr. Grey. But, Im quite
tired and Id like you to take me home, however this conversation is not over,
she says.
No? I ask raising my eyebrows.
Of course not. I know you dont want to talk about it, she says biting her
lip, but, talk to Flynn at least. You havent seen him in a while. And part of me
is desperate to find out what got you so upset that you had that nightmare, but I
also prefer you to want to tell me. I don't want to be the nagging wife. So tell me
when youre ready.
I open my mouth to say not to worry and that stress might have caused
but close it back wisely. Shes too smart for that and it will cause her to probe
further. I cant give her the complete devastating imagery of my nightmare
where someone stabs her belly to harm her and our child. I had already said too
much. Thats not the right kind of fear to induce into any pregnant woman let
alone the woman I love with all my life and I want to protect the most. My face
goes placid and shut the fears and worries out.
Lets get you dressed baby, Ill take you home so you can rest, I wore you
out, I give her a lascivious grin.
You wont see me complaining, she smiles back.
***** *****

office.
After Ryan drives us home, I put Anastasia to bed, and call Taylor to my
When is Barney coming to pick the hard drive up? I ask him.
Ive called him as soon as we got home sir. He should be here within the
hour. Hes going to take it to the Grey House. I have instructed Ryan to escort
him all the way to the in-house lab so no one with a malicious intent follows him.
Were taking all the necessary precautions to protect the asset. Welch is coming
back to Seattle by about 11 a.m. this morning. If Barney can uncover anything,
we may have some leads or at least piece something together with what Welch
has found out.
This is one of the reasons why I have Taylor working for me and hes the
head of the security. He knows what needs to be done without having the need
to give him a list of one hundred instructions.
Have him see me when he gets here, Ill be in my office, I say. When I

turn my back to leave, Taylor calls me.

Sir, I recommend an evaluation of all the SIP employees. Although, we
have files on each one of the employees after the Hyde incident, he says, I
wouldnt quite put it that way, since the said incident nearly killed my wife and
destroyed me, this incident stemming from SIP makes me think that there may
be another Hyde wanna-be or someone with a possible tie to him. This is only a
hypothesis, but one I find worth exploring.
I agree, I say, because he just voiced my concerns. Have Welch
examine all those who work closely with Anastasia down to their kindergarten
teacher until the person he or she fucked last night.
That might take a while, but we will, he responds.
I want him to get to it. We have to have a starting point, and SIP seems to
be the place. I dont want fuckups like the last time. Even if theres a bathroom
break, the other security takes his or her place so her door is never unmanned.
Incidentally, my mother and sister are giving Mrs. Grey a baby shower this
evening. You should have gotten the list of invitees and if they have any escorts,
then check them all out, get protection for the event no matter how small. But
make them inconspicuous to the untrained eye.
Dr. Grey has already e-mailed me the list per our protocol which is quite
small and known names already sir. The security for the event has already been
arranged.
Ryan comes and knocks my door.
My Grey, Mr. Sullivan is here to see you, he says. Taylor checks his
watch. Hes early, but the sooner he starts, the sooner we get the results.
Bring him in, I order. Ryan leaves to fetch Barney. Would you like me to stay sir? asks Taylor.
Yes, you need to coordinate between Barney and Welch, I respond. A

few minutes later, theres another knock at my door. Barney comes in. His usual
oversized glasses are exchanged with something that frames his face
proportionately and makes him look like a young college student rather than the
head of my IT department. Hes wearing an off black t-shirt with Grateful Dead
emblazoned in the front. He must have slept in it because he looks like he's still
groggy. He's wearing his jeans with suspenders and his military boots are barely
tied with the pants cuffs tucked into them.
Good morning, sir, he says. I got here as soon as I can, he adds, and
absently tucks a loose corner of his t-shirt into his jeans.
Barney, we have the hard drive here, I say pointing to the box on the
table. However, the attempts of destroying the contents of the hard drive by
perpetrator were halted by Lee in New York who had enough expertise in IT, but
I doubt hes nowhere near your skills and I dont know the extent of the damage
to the drive. So, Im sure I dont need to remind you to use extreme caution to
retrieve all possible information remaining here. How soon can you start giving
me results?
I have to first be able to access it sir. I dont want to give you a time frame
and not meet it. Let me first take it to the lab and see what we are dealing with,
whether it was used to as a Trojan horse, whether the info that was left within
was there to meet that purpose. If it was captured that easily, there may be a
purpose to do further damage. So, I will have to isolate it. In order to achieve the
speed of delivery, I dont want to cause bigger damages which may very well be
the intent.
I run my hand through my hair in frustration. As I stand abruptly, my
chair squeaks in protest.
I cant give you a lot of time. Get your assistant to help you if you must,

but were running out of time.

Mr. Grey, as talented as my assistant is, I would like to examine it myself.
I want to see if the perpetrator overwrote the entire hard drive, or just the LUKS
header. If hes triggered the secure erase program, than I may not be able to do
anything because it fills the hard drive with zeroes or random crap... he clears
his voice, I mean, gibberish. But, since Mr. Lee was able to retrieve some
information, that possibility is unlikely. The perp had little time to achieve the
self-destruct code. So, what I can find out really depends on what kind of code he
used. Thats why I cant tell you right away how long it would take me to
discover it.
Okay, heres the deal. You have today to find out, I look at my watch.
If Lee with less knowledge in hardware and software than you could find out, I
expect you to manage better, I berate him.
Mr. Grey, Lee, nearly destroyed rest of the data, because its like a piece
of paper which starts burning when you start reading. I have to take measures to
prevent that first as soon as I decipher what exactly was used. Once I figure that
out, I will be able to determine how long it might take me to decipher it. But, if
anyone can decipher it, it would be me, he says shrugging. Hes not
exaggerating; merely stating a fact.
Barney, I want you to put forth everything you got into this, I say
walking towards him and stand face to face. I want you to focus on this like
youve never focused on anything else. I want this fucker found! I cant
emphasize enough how much I want this to be resolved. If you even have an
inclination that youre not the right man for the job, immediately find someone
who can crack that code and stop the self-destruct code.
Mr. Grey, he says solemnly, pushing his glasses closer to his eyes. I

will do my best to solve it, sir.

Not good enough. I want your word that you will crack it! My gaze is
unwavering, unblinking, and my voice is demanding.
You said, crack, he says as if a particularly bright light bulb going on his
head. He hits his forehead with the palm of his right hand. Of course! Why
didnt I think of that before? Thank you Mr. Grey! Youre a genius! he says
grasping my right hand and so uncharacteristically of him, his left hand pats my
right arm in a friendly gesture.
drive.
Is this the box? he says seeing the secured box containing the hard
Yes, I say surprised with his uncharacteristic behavior.
codes.
Ill get to it right away sir. Crack! he murmurs to himself shaking his
head. Of course! Ill get back to you within the allocated time this afternoon, sir.
If theres any information, I will do my best to recover it, he adds. Taking the
box, he turns to walk out. He reaches out to my office door, grasps it and opens
it.
Finally able to collect myself, Barney! I call after him. He turns around.
Yes, Mr. Grey? he asks already his mind is engaged with software
What the hell just happened? You look like you had a religious epiphany
and now youre walking out without any explanation.
You said, crack the code, he gives my words back. Of course thats
what it is Mr. Grey!
Youve lost me, dumb it down to non-geeky English, I hiss exasperated.
I see the corner of Taylors lip slightly twitch up before it goes back to being
impassive.

Hacking, Mr. Grey! Hacking! Ill hack into it!

What the hell are you trying to say Barney? Your plain English is even
more technical!
Mr. Grey, hackers dont enter the system, your virtual building through
the front door. You exploit the systems weakness and there are always
weaknesses. I have to do a lot of penetration tests, he says with a straight face. I
see Taylor turn his head towards the wall to conceal his smile, then a lot of
vulnerability assessment. Thats what the white hat hackers do, you know,
within a contractual agreement, then sighs; Taylors back is totally turned to us.
Barney is oblivious to the double meaning of his words. Im an elite hacker, he
says clearing his throat shaking his head. I have to be in order to keep GEHs
security top notch. I am skilled at deciphering the newly discovered exploits. It
will take me probably to the end of the day to find out what Im dealing with,
and I have to write codes to find a backdoor to enter into the system without
waking the system up. So, what has been initiated is not completed, but that
might take a lot of time. Thats what I have to determine. There may be nothing
left, or there may be only very little to begin with. We dont know it yet.
Let me know how long it will take you gain access this afternoon. You have by
five p.m.
Yes, sir, he says and this time, Taylor walks him out with full composure.
Mia! I chide her, this doesnt concern you, I say firmly.
***** *****
Christian! This is just Anas baby shower! No need to have all these extra...
says Mia.
Yeah, honestly Christian! chimes in Kate. I feel like Im visiting a small
countrys presidential palace. Your parents already have Rambo 1, 2, 3 and 4

working for them she adds indicating their security detail.

I turn to my brother giving him a shut-the-fuck-your-fiance-up look. Ana sighs.
Hello, little lady, my brother greets Ana, giving her a hug.
Dont squeeze too tight, we want that baby remain there for a little while longer,
at least until after your wedding, I say.
Hes safely tucked in, dont worry, Ana says holding her belly protectively. Hi Ana! How are you
sweetheart? asks my mom giving her a hug.
Im quite well. Ive been getting more and more tired lately, I feel like Im sleepy
all the time, hungrier and thirstier, but I guess thats expected.
Yes, dear, the baby grows rapidly at this stage. Youll find yourself needing rest
often. Take it. Youll be busy enough when the baby is here. You wont get any
sleep then, my mother says and as if shes said something without thinking, she
looks at me for my reaction. Shes worried that Id be upset, but my face is
placid.
Oh, mom! Christian can afford the best nanny or five! Ana can still rest
after the baby, Mia says hitting my arm.
Mia! my mom chides.
Weve not discussed that yet, Mia. Well let you know, I say
exasperated. I look at Ana and she restrains herself from rolling her eyes, but just
smiles. I shake my head.
Hey, bro! If I knew you were participating in the baby shower, Id buy
the daddy to be a gift as well, Elliot says with a big grin. A manly diaper bag
with your company logo perhaps, something that would look great with your
Spyder. Oh wait, you might need a minivan! I inwardly cringe.
Fuck off, Elliot! I say jokingly. Lucky for my kid, I can afford the best,
I smirk.
That you can, bro! he responds making me laugh.

But, Ill remember to return the favor when you knock your fiance up.
Ill make sure Ill get you the best minivan money can buy for your baby
shower, I say with a pleasant smile. Elliot looks like he just swallowed a nasty
bug while Ana rolls her eyes.
Christian, are we going to stand here by the door? Come on! Grandma T
will be here in half an hour. If you want to wait that long, you can say hi to her,
Mia pulls my arm. They look at me expectantly. I check my watch. I have to meet
Barney, but I decide that he can wait after Anastasias hopeful eyes. I practically
have to pry my wife out of my moms grasp who is holding her as if shes a
fragile piece of China gracing her home.
inside, I say.
Excuse me, mom. May I borrow my wife for a minute? Shell meet you
Are you coming in?
Ill come inside to say goodbye in any case, I respond without giving an
answer to her question.
After the women and my brother walk into the living room, Anastasia
looks up at me quizzically.
Whats wrong? she asks worried.
Nothing. I wasnt sure if you wanted me to stay since this may be just an
all-girls affair, but its our first baby, I saw the conflict in your face a minute ago.
Did you want me to stay for the shower? I ask but knowing that I have to speak
to Barney, I'm a little on the edge. The sooner I find out about the perp the better
for me, for all of us. But this is the first child, first baby shower and it means
something to Anastasia though I dont know what that is. I told her I could buy
everything. I think it may be the some sort of sisterly communion, or sharing the
experience with one another. But I cant clearly read the conflict on Anas face.

Does she want me to stay, participate in this affair? Or does she want to have it
just among the group of women invited here? Im not particularly thrilled to be
around some women Ive never met, but Im also wondering if they threw in
something unexpected like throwing in a couple of Chip and Dale dancers.
Knowing my sister and Katherine had a hand in the arrangement as well this
would not be an unexpected possibility.
Christian, you said you have an important meeting with Barney. Since
you summoned him this morning when I was sleeping, she says. I raise my
eyebrows in surprise. I had not told her that, she smiles at me and continues.
Deductive reasoning. You never leave an important task incomplete. Since you
are going to see him this evening, you had to have him over to the house.
How...
Do I know? she says completing my sentence with a smile and a shrug.
Im getting the measure of my husband. You know and anticipate what I might
do, well, back at you Grey, she says grinning this time. Id stay with her here for
this shower, even though I would dread whatever girly crafts they might have
planned for this. If her bridal shower and Pin the Penis on
Alexander
Skarsgrd"
is any indication, they might have shit like that planned
today and I wouldnt be caught dead pinning a paper penis on a poster. Ana
correctly reads my face.
lips.
I dont know whatever you were thinking, but that look is not a face of
pleasure, she says quizzically. What were you just thinking?
The Pin the Penis game you played. I just had a horrible visual image of

it, I say shuddering. She gives me a hearty laugh and climbing on her tiptoes,
she holds the tops of my shoulders and places a chaste kiss on my lips.
It was rather pleasant, she whispers by my ear. A low growl escapes my
Are you trying to goad me Mrs. Grey? No other penis shall be within
your grasp, I murmur.
Not even a paper one? However shall I practice Mr. Grey? she asks
batting her eyelashes.
I was under the impression that I provide you with more than enough
practice, Mrs. Grey. Should you desire some more, I can provide you with
additional experience, baby, I say challenging her. My eyes drifting in the
direction of the stairs towards my former bedroom. A shiver runs through her.
Thank you Mr. Grey. As much as Id love to take you up on your offer,
this shower is in my honor. My absence will be noticed. So, perhaps tonight?
And the shower affects me how, Mrs. Grey?
Taylor clearing his throat makes me look up. I wrap my wife into a half
embrace without letting her go.
Excuse me Mr. Grey, he says after he tucks in his cell phone into his
pocket. I look at him questioning with a quizzical eyebrow raised. His glance
tells me that Barney is ready with some sort of an answer.
Come and say goodbye to your family, Ana says, holding my hand and
tugging me in the direction of the family room.
Taylor leans in again, clearing his throat. He wants the Blackberries as well.
***** *****
All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our
forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away;
when far away, we must make him believe we are
near. Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him.

- Sun Tzu, the Art of War

This is his third time calling without his call getting answered. He should
have responded by now. If everything occurred as his man had planned he
should have been getting a confirmation which did not arrive. What had arrived
however was the full and detailed schedule of one Mrs. Anastasia Grey for the
entire month of January in fact all the way through June with important dates
marked, pre penciled in appointments, phone numbers and addresses. This was
gold. Two important dates that blocked out certain calendar days of the year
easily popped out of the schedule.
Well, well, well! Little brother is getting married on May 5th and Greys
litter is due on May 11th! he says, gears are already turning in his head. This
gives him about a little over four months to fully prepare his plans. Not a single
move can be without sync. Everything has to be with exact precision for him to
carry out his plans to do the most damage to Grey. He would show Grey how to
pull his own family company right out under him! Elena was one thing. Only
Elenas portion of the due had been paid in full. Grey still owed him for
deception, not for fucking his wife. Fucking could be forgiven, but the fact that it
was done without his knowledge meant that he lost control of his domain then
and that was one of the unforgivable transgressions in his book; you know the
kind that could get you locked in the seventh circle of Lincoln hell or the eternal
purgatory. He preferred purgatory where the punishment is delivered with the
same painful dose indefinitely.
A low sound of Godfather Theme song brought him back to his senses.
The Godfather Theme Song
Where the hell have you been? he thunders into his smart phone. Setting up the fucking
breadcrumbs, his man responds.Come again? The last report you sent me said that it was fish or cut the

bait time. That doesnt mean that you were setting up breadcrumbs for that fucktard to take. I need your
full report! Its been a day and a half! I didnt invest in your so called skills, he scold him to be merely
fish or bait.
I had not expected him to have a wild card because his security detail is generally consisted of the same
men.
What? You didnt think the richest man in Seattle goes to New York and might, just fucking might get
additional security details who are more familiar with the city of New York? he hisses derisively.
I said I didnt expect it, because the man has trust issues. He only trusts the ones under his employment
and even that is to an extent. But that doesnt mean I was not prepared. What a fucking idiot? It just
merely means that an unexpected person in his payroll took the bait.
What does that mean? Lincoln asks running out of patience. No matter who took the bait, it went to its
intended destination. What exactly is that bait?
My iPad.
Are you out of your fucking mind? he hisses menacingly.
Relax! The pertinent information has been destroyed, only what I want him to see!

Relax? Youre telling me to relax? he growls. Does he know the meaning of the word relax? I had not relaxed since t
he thinks to himself. It is your head on the chopping block if anything goes wrong. Do you get me sweetheart?

Yes, I had set up a destroy command which will erase and render the hard drive useless. Consider what I do and had be
government protocols for soft and hard data. It has been effectively used in the past by the spies! There is no reason why
Grey who doesnt deal with this sort of shit day to day!

You are a fucking idiot if you think that! I have made the mistake of underestimating him once. Just once! And it cost
doesnt need to divulge that bit of information. I will not repeat the same mistake again. Now explain to me in clear term
breadcrumbs.
Misinformation, his man responds.
Did you make sure that your misinformation does not point back at me in any shape or form? Lincoln asks.

If he has capable hands to decipher anything, all he can decipher is the New York link. Nothing that could tie in with Se
How did you discover the doctor?

When you open the purses strings, you cant believe how many memories can be refreshed, names, places, incidents, m
youre willing to forget those who remembered and compensated the memories amply. Of course a little enticement, an a
memories even faster. A bargaining chip. There

was absolutely no door that wouldnt open with money, coercion, ruthlessness and a little bargaining chip like a well-lov
would even supersede the concern for the boyfriend who is a future senator. It was so easy, especially when the enemy is
would come was only a couple of clicks away. In politics a rumor could easily squash the would be bright careers. So,

elses future or life in order to save theirs. Self-preservation and survival instinct

always wins out. When people feel threatened, they always go down to their primary instinct, the base mechanism which
functions like attention, reward and value, motivation, decision making and abandons the learned concepts such as educa
making one a pure base animal and thats what kills the man in the end: self.

You didnt answer my question! demands Lincoln.No, sir. But Im sure you would appreciate it if I dont divulge all m

trade secrets. Suffice to say that you will get your moneys worth.Thats not enough. Because I have a go date for yo
May 5th and 11th.
Exactly! If your diversion works, the bastard will move his attention outside of town.
The hooks been baited. Lets see if he gets to take it. Pray that he does. Everything depends on it.

I dont secure my work with prayer, sir, he responds with an arrogant smirk. Id be dead a long time ago if I had. I do
enemy, he says in a calculating tone. I have never failed, his voice is now ominous.

Put your money where your mouth is then. I want to make sure that when hes hit, it shreds his soul to pieces with no ch
handsomely! If however theres any fuck up... he adds, his voice reaching a menacing tone, thats your funeral.
Got it! Youre the boss.Next time, answer your fucking phone when youre called!

I would answer it, but I was getting a download which I sent to you while I am on the phone with you. Emails, schedule
it!

What? I thought you lost the Trojan horse to Grey.No, its still loaded. Its far, far, faaaaar from Greys reach. How
Fuck me! Lincoln says with appreciation for the first time. Ill get back to you with further plans soon. I need you to
want to know her every step.
Already being done.
Good! I want to know when shes gonna pop her litter out before she does!
Unless Im inside her vagina, I can only be the next person to know. But I will keep her under close watch.
Good. Ill call you with our next move, Lincoln says and hangs up.
***** *****
WHERE NO MAN THREADS
If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him. If your
opponent is
CHAPTER XXVIII
temperamental, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant. If he is taking his
ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them. If sovereign and subject are in accord, put

division between them. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected.
- Sun Tzu, the Art of War

Taylor opens the door to Barneys lab at GEH. He is sporting a bright red shirt with the word BAZINGA!
emblazoned on it. Ive no clue whatever the hell that means. He looks up from his work. A static
discharger is attached to his arm, and hes wearing goggles which are surprisingly stylish. He gets up
from his

work carefully placing a hard drive on a clear surface and rises from his seat. His jeans are tucked into his boots as usual

Mr. Grey, Taylor! Hi! he says excitedly.

What do you got for me?
You wont believe what I discovered, Mr. Grey! I had to request Welchs help because he knows how to pull strings.
For what purpose? I ask.
Fingerprints of course.
What about the contents of the hard drive? Did you manage to discover anything?

The theory I presented you earlier, thanks to you, sir, has proven promising. Instead of directly turning on and trying to
not be possible, but more likely not possible because the sequence the perp started may finish off or worse yet it may hav
may attempt to infect our system. So, I decided to hack the hacker. I try not to be hopeful, but theres a glimpse of it.
So, were you able to break in? I ask to which Barneys grin gets wider in answer.

I am an... he makes quotation marks with his index and middle fingers of both hand, elite hacker, or rather was, but I
have to try and see first-hand if our companys systems can hold up against external break ins."
"And the results?" I ask impatiently.
"Yes, Im not quite done yet, sir. Because what Ive been doing for the most part of the day is to put cautions in place so
succeed in destroying the contents of the hard drive. But one piece of

information I discovered in the hard drive is very interesting. I dont know what it means yet, sir. It piques my curiosity
What is it?

This, he says as he walks in front of a computer monitor. What I see is gibberish, characters jumbled in a disorganized

This is crap. Gibberish. Theres nothing to see here! I bark.Ah! Thats what appears at first, Mr. Grey. But let me show

something, he says typing several keystrokes in such a speedy manner, his fingers appear to be flying on the keyboard.
engineers dont know the type of subroutines the hackers create to find the hidden files in their target, things ordinary pe
toys and ~this is an expensive one with all the bells and whistles Mr. Grey.~" he adds qualifying, "This particular iPad w
a limited edition that is coming up next month. There was a problem with a previous version which they will not tell you
knew what the previous version needed; a small improvement... Anyway, I digress. This has a feature that the others didn

It has a GPS feature with its Wi-Fi and tracks all the places this unit has been. When you turn the Wi-Fi on or when you
connectivity, it tracks you, not for malicious purposes, although there are pre-existing government requirements for com
they have this tiiiiny little chip which is nearly invisible. Considering this hasnt even come out yet, I thought youd be i
been in its short existence, Barney says. After a few more strokes on his keyboard, a world map emerges.
Starting point is Taiwan! Does it mean that its related to my business in Taiwan?

No, I mean, yes. But it goes through a technical inspection there, this particular version anyway. But, this is military gra
What?

This version has some particularities that are not available for commercial use. So, when I discovered that, I called Wel
print that wasnt damaged. After deducting Lees, Taylors and your fingerprints from the hard drive, part of an index fin
Aaaand? I probe anxiously.
Thats where it gets interesting. The person doesnt exist. We hit dead end.

Doesnt exist? How could that be possible? Do you mean no criminal records, no drivers license, no immigration recor
illegally, there has to be something about him that exists.

Thats the thing, sir. None of those records were in existence. Welch sent the records to Anthony Decimus, Pellas right
Homeland Security.
Well, did they come up with something? Yes.WHAT? I ask exasperated.

They came up with CLASSIFIED. He or she may have had existing records at one time or another, but no longer. Tha
intelligence community.
I want that person to be found!
The White Buffalo & the Rangers - The House of Rising Son

Mr. Grey, the name comes up with compartmentalized TOP SECRET and even those who are at the pay grade to view
unless authorized. I can see why perp managed to evade Lee now. But why government? Is someone in my company do

have inspections. Theres nothing to check as far as I know, but I have to be sure. Even if it was the case, they wouldnt b
That's not the way government operates. She has nothing to do with my company business. I look up at Taylor and hes n
Back door? Taylor asks, meaning if hes allowed to use our allies in certain top offices.

Discreetly and indirectly. I dont want the word to get out that we have this little evidence. My hands run through my h
Im on it already, he says turning his back to get on his phone.
What about the rest of the contents? I ask.

What I can see is what Lee stated. It will take time to decipher more. However what is obvious directs us to New York.
over here and e-mailed one copy to Welch. Also my team is still upgrading SIPs servers, so, no one is allowed to use the
the phones are first inspected by my IT team. Do you have Mrs. Greys phone with you sir and the phones of her persona

Yes. Taylor! I call. He looks up from his phone. I nod my head to hand the phones to Barney. It wasnt easy to take An
protests.

Itll take me a few minutes to run the diagnostics. Once theyre cleared to use, Ill let them have access to SIP servers a
firewalls and anti-Trojan on them.

Do! I bark my order. My mind is running a hundred miles an hour,

trying to decipher who is trailing after my wife. It cant possibly be anything about her considering Lauren was also used
someones are trying to tell me that I have enemies at unreachable places who can reach and harm my family! Who has th
people in my acquaintances, competitors or enemies, it could be a long list. Anger, fury, doesnt even cover what I feel ri
breathing from my nose like a raging bull. I feel I could kill someone!
Im barely containing the lethal feeling without lashing someone in my near vicinity.

Sir? I hear Barneys voice. He must have been calling me for a while; because he looks at me quizzically, searching fo
him utter.
What? I snap at him.

The phones, Mrs. Greys, Sawyers and Miss Tibers are clear. But, uh, I just got a call from my IT team at SIP. Theyv
assistants phone has a rider, he says.
A rider? What the hell is that?
Its a Trojan chip. Its quite possible that this particular chip may have breached the SIP information.
What the fuck? Why would she do that?

Apparently Hannah is quite shocked to find out, and shes currently uncontrollably sobbing. I dont believe she did it si
about Mrs. Grey, she wouldnt need a Trojan horse. She already has unhindered access to all of that.

I dont want your fucking opinion! I want Welch to interview here, now! I growl. Taylor is already on the move to ope
Mr. Grey? Barney calls after me.

What? I growl exasperated. Youre forgetting the phones, and that was not my opinion. Welch has already interviewe

GEH to see you. He called me to order me to stay here longer because he is delivering the phone himself to me so I coul
fingerprints removed and sent for analysis. He asked me to tell you to please wait for him and that hes on his way.
Where is my wifes assistant right now?

Shes at SIP, sir. Apparently, she went to get her phone checked to have her e-mail access restored. Honestly sir, if she w
want to have it checked knowing full well shed get caught? Welch has a tendency to have everything on video. You pro
within the next fifteen minutes.

I dont respond. Hes right of course, but that also means that whoever is doing this, targeting everyone around my wife
trying to approach me. Whoever it is or they are, theyre going for the weakest link. Fuck!! Hannah has been fully scruti

often monitored. She doesnt have a boyfriend, shes a workaholic, and she occasionally sees other men but no more tha
at her parents every other Sunday. Shes married to her responsibilities for my wife. I forcefully rub my temple with an a
Let him come to my office as soon as he makes it here! I order. Taylor leads the way to my office.

***** *****Curtis Stiger & The Forest Rangers This Life

I know there are people who believe you should forgive and forget. For the record, I'd like to say I'm a big fan of
forgiveness as long as I'm given the opportunity to get even first.
V is for Vengeance
The phone rings, rings, rings and momentarily I worry and get mad that he wont pick it up.
Come on! Pick up, pick up, pick up! I bark into the ring tone. Hello Christian!
Its bloody time you answered your fucking phone! I respond to his greeting.

Its been quite a while since you called and lovely to hear from you as well. Is everything alright? he asks in his polite
Do I sound like Im alright? I let out a deep frustrated breath.

You sound anxious, worried and angry. My wifes not back from Anas baby shower yet. So, Im assuming this is not ab

No! Its not the shower. Someone or a few someones are having my wife followed or harassed; however way you want
Whoever it was, put up my former sub Lauren who is an emergency doctor at New York Presbyterian Hospital for fucks
would call the biggest mighty and wealthy gathering of the year! She nearly exposed what we had. By some fucking mir
task.
Were you in New York? he asks interrupting me.
We were! Keep up with me, John! We got back early this morning.

Christian, he says in a calming voice. It appears as if I joined in a conversation we have started some time ago, but in
from the beginning. Perhaps starting with your New York trip, he coaxes. I take a deep breath and relate the incidents u
wife is being followed because of me! Whatever the fuck Ive done to someone, theyre taunting me by telling me that th
catch that person, or persons who is doing this, I will personally beat him
to death! I hiss without threat, just an emotional fact.

Thats your emotional dysregulation speaking, Christian. Youre utilizing all of your lower constructive representations
blaming yourself for something that you have no control over, beating your breast in a masochistic way, and metaphorica
angry adolescent.
Angry? I laugh bitterly. Angry doesnt even begin to cover what I feel. Im a man in hell fire! Do you have any idea,
anything ever happened to Ana? Anything at all?

I do have an inkling Christian. My concern is not what you feel, but how you will project this feeling to those you love.
in your feelings which may very well be so. But, I am telling you now, if your pregnant wife gets the brunt of this anger,
damage what you two have, perhaps irreparably. When you try to protect the one you love the most, dont make your beh

enemies are doing or trying to do to you. That maybe what they want and you may involuntarily give them the tools of th

by default you still fail. I close my eyes in his response. Hes right of course.
What do I do and how do I accomplish it, John? I whisper not recognizing my voice.

The behavior is manipulative. Whoever this person or the persons are, they like being in control, and at the moment the
point of view; that means you still dont know the extent of control over your circumstances. He, she or they are being c
game. Toying with you, like a lion playing with a gazelle. But, youre not a gazelle. Youre another lion. So, we can poss
What do you do in this case? Your eyes are currently blind to the identity of the attacker, another predator. Your loved on
they can get their hands on those you love. I, however think that this is a game, and only a game to mess with your head.
the intent was to harm Ana, that would have been done already. Why feel the need to tell you hey look what we can do?
get you distraught, distracted.

Yes, however, on the flip side, the lions who play with their prey, still kill and eat it. They just have a little bit of sick fu
be a lion, but Ana is not. Shes fragile, I respond, my voice flat.

You know, you used to give me bullshit answers, but theres more than a flicker of light in you now. You answer my qu
Youre not disingenuous. I dont know who is following Ana, but I can analyze his or her character based on the informa
clue if you know the people around you, he says.

John, do I look like I care what others' likes, dislikes, behaviors are like? I didnt give a shit before, I dont give a shit n
Ah, but youre observant of people you do business with or sleep with and have a near photographic memory. That has
No! I hiss like a teenager. You are as bossy and as patronizing as I am, John!
Well, one aspires to be like the best, he says chuckling at his own humor.

For fucks sake John! I cant hurt Ana and I'm worried that I might. You know me and how I tend to cope. What the fuc
phone! What is next? The message they are sending me is that they can get to her closest colleague that she interacts dail
get into high priced only a few people in the world can handle kind of party. This person or persons are somehow my e
toying with me for something else theyre planning to do! Do you know how helpless that makes me feel? I dont do hel
with Rhian to torture you? What would you do? Ana is my life! If anything happens to her... Flynn interrupts me.

Christian! Whoever it is, they are already reaching their purpose when they can cause this end result. The person or per
already achieving their main purpose. I need you to stand back. Look at your own resources. You are a man with ample m
your disposal to discover who it is. Use them. Did you inform the police?

You cant be that obtuse, Flynn! No, of course not! You know the damage it would cause me! What would I say? Some
wife? They would achieve their means by causing a scandal already! The
news can always leak from the police anonymously. Happens all the time. I have to discover it on my own!

Well, there cant be very many people who would know your predilections. But of course someone bent on harming yo
This proves couple of things: You are hard to get to. You have a saturnine, fearsome and formidable bodyguard in Taylor
you guarded at all times. So whoever it is or they are, either looking for a way to hurt you through your wife, or that they
vulnerabilities.

In either case, they are fucking with my head! Youre telling me to use my higher intellect when all I want to do is to un
out of him!

Christian, dont give into what they want! Sometimes the illusion they create to make you believe that they got to you i
do to you. Think of it this way... Celebrities and politicians all have a Twitter account now. People who once were unreac
because everyone has a voice and can say what they want to

them, good or bad, anonymously in fact. Hurt them, drive them angry, or mad. Or they can be having a bad day and they
chocolate milk shake and someone snaps a photo of them, sells it to a magazine, bam! Bad publicity, a huge blow to an a

they really get to that person? No, of course not. But these are mind games, as you would call 'mind-fuck' and in that wa

way, its the same game. Yes, it might be a bazillionaire tea party in New York, but there are all kind of service personne
hospitality industry, so there are quite a few weak links below to get in to the party. One does not have to be a billionaire
is to make you feel vulnerable, helpless, so you do something out of character.

Thats not it, John! The fingerprint weve discovered on the hard drive is classified! Classified! The fucking bastard doe
the money to hire someone like that? Is it a rouge? Is there a bigger
conspiracy? Im going out of my mind!
Christian, Christian, Christian! Calm down! It is glaringly obvious that this is a person who has the knowledge of you.
dealings with him or her long enough to show your temper, your sense of self-worth, your love for your wife...
Most of which can be discovered from news and gossip magazines! I bark back.

Not all of it. They have to sift through fact and fiction and there are a lot of fiction, manufactured news to drive traffic a
done his or her homework well. This is personal. One does not target a mans family if its not personal. Business, yes. T
dealings with other companies, or even you personally. But, your wife has not been in this largess before and shes had n
hasnt even said an unkind word to anyone. This isnt about Anastasia. This is about you. This is absolutely personal. Wh
research? he asks.
How about Leila? She has proven that she knows more about me than I
gave her credit for and she did pull a gun on Ana.

Leila is still going through her therapy. I speak to her once a week, and I get reports of her progress. She is in fact in a n
lessons and quite busy. She hasnt left her town since the last incident. Leilas
was a cry for help. Was it manipulative to get to you? Yes, but this is not the same M.O.

Look, John, Im not entirely sure if its all about me. Look at the last fucking incident we had! Jack Hyde. A fucker who
editor to help out. So, unexpected people can attack you personally! He fucking kidnapped my sister, ready to rape and k
does this sort of shit! I can make a list of my personal enemies, business rivals but the rouges are hard to discover. They
They dont even have to have my wealth to do this!
Theres a knock on my door. I look up. Welch walks in after Taylor opens the door.

"But, in a way, it was still about you, because you were foster kids together with Hyde. He aspired to have what you hav
John, I gotta go!
Wait, Christian, I need to see you and Ana this week or next week. Make time! he warns.
I'll call you. Bye, John, I say hanging up.
About fucking time you got here! I bellow at Welch.
Had to give instructions to Barney about the bug, sir, he says without a beat.

"Let's get this show on the way," I utter.

Welch walks towards my desk, sets up a tablet on my desk and presses play on a paused video. The recording is from t
Anas assistant Hannah approaches the IT department at SIP and is talking to Barneys assistant.

I need to have my smart phone have access to my e-mail at SIP. Could you set it up for me please? she asks and hands
Your screen appears to be severely scratched and the backing is cracked, Donovan says.

I know. I havent had the time to get it exchanged. It happened on the way to New York at the airport. I collided with an
I was in New York this whole time, and now Im back but I dont have time to have it replaced maybe until next month,
then. Its working so far. I have to wait until my replacement plan kicks in next month, she explains herself.
Okay. Itll be just a few minutes if you want to wait.

Sure, Ill wait, she says and takes a seat. Theres no nervous gesture. She just takes out a book out of her purse and sta
fury of activity behind the IT room. Fifteen minutes later, she lifts her head up and walks to the IT desk.
My lunch will be over soon. Is it done yet? she asks.
No. Im afraid youll have to wait here until Mr. Welch gets here.
Whos Mr. Welch? Is he the guy who sets up e-mails? she asks innocently.
No, maam. Hes the head of security.
Whats he doing with the IT department then? Does he need to provide an okay or something?
No. Hell explain the procedure to you. Just have a seat until he gets here.
But my lunch is almost over. I got piles of work to do.
Dont worry. This takes precedence. It wont be long. Hell be here shortly, Donovan says with a smile.

Okay, then, she says and takes her seat to resume her reading. Welch speeds up the video for about 18 minutes further.
walking into the IT room.
Hannah? he addresses her.
Yes, you must be Mr. Welch. Do you need to vet me for the e-mail set up?
I need to interview you about the Trojan bug on your phone.
The what? she asks incredulous with complete surprise and confusion on her face.

You have a chip installed on your smart phone which downloads data, correspondence, phone conversations; access you
like to know where you got it.

I know youre speaking English, but Im not understanding a word you said as if you just lapsed into Swedish. What ex
How?
Have a seat Hannah, he says directing her to a desk. He sits in front of her.

Your smart phone is bugged. It had downloaded personal information, e- mails, possibly recorded personal conversation
Mrs. Grey, Welch explains calmly.

What the hell? Who? Why? What? she jumps to her feet. What are you saying? Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my Go
visibly shaken.
Sit down Hannah! Welch orders.
I need you to focus and tell me if your phone ever left your custody in recent months, weeks, days.
Nooo! I dont think so! she says as paces.
Focus! Welch says unaffected. Either you placed it in there...
For what purpose? Why would I give access to someone else over my phone?
For money, privilege, favors or fear, any or all of these options would be
an enticement.

Ana is my friend not to mention shes the best boss I ever had! I adore her! I would never do anything like that to her, le
Going back to my previous question... Has your phone ever left your custody even for a short while?
Hannah paces the short distance back and forth and suddenly she halts as if a light bulb is turned on in her head.
Yes, of course! Of course! Fuck me!
What? asks Welch, his curiosity piqued.

At the fucking airport! I was in a rush to get to a red eye flight to go to New York, because Ana asked for some manusc
her flight. So, I rushed with loads of manuscripts and my laptop bag and purse and collided with someone at the airport.
separated, and the person I collided with put it together and gave it

back to me. But, it was an accident and it... she stops, it didnt take a long time to put it together I guess. I dont remem
ended up in the same flight.
Welch stands up. Same flight?
Yes, same flight. His name was Joe. Joe? asks Welch.Generic name, Taylor interjects. Yes, I murmur.
Do you remember the seat number? Welch on the video asks. Mine? Or His?
"His."

I have part of the ticket, she says digging into her purse and hands it to Welch. I was sitting here, and he was not far o
first class. I dont remember. Then we ended up sharing a cab when I landed because I couldnt find a cab. It was so frig
family. She says pointing an imaginary seat.
Good! Now write down all the names you remember. Hotels, times, seat numbers, his description. Well check those.
The video ends.
I assume you havent checked it yet, I say to Welch but with a little bit of ease now.

Not yet sir. But airport security feeds are the property of federal government. We dont have access to them and withou
access to them, he says.
But, you suggest? I probe.

Our friend has a few places that he cant gain access, and these places happens to be ones he can gain access. Discreetly
of favors lined up. After all, he opens up doors in places government doesnt directly like to open. It would be a favor fo
What would we owe him?
Favor for favor, Welch says.
Like Godfather. Hes the bread-maker, and the undertaker.

Exactly. But, I think we found a solution. The new contract youve acquired in New York. Have him supply the defense
would fit in.
You mean weapons! You know how I feel about weapons! I bellow.

I also know how you feel about bullies, people who spread violence to others with no defense. This supersedes your for
the attacks weve endured while sending aid to Darfur. People need to be able to defend themselves against such brutal v

Spoken like a former soldier that you are. Okay, Ill set my terms. Get Pella on board formally. He is in charge of disco
reports, I want to see results, names, locations, sources of funds. Share your findings with Pella. Full disclosure! Come b
how you propose to protect my family without further irritating the fuck out of them, and I want updates as soon as new
Were already on it, sir! I just needed your approval.

Find the fuckers! Im going to deliver the punishment myself! Both Taylor and Welch share a brief glimpse then Welch
***** *****

How was the shower baby? I ask as I lead Anastasia into our bedroom. Taylor and the staff have to carry the gifts Anas
trips.

Anastasia answers with a big grin: Amazing! Not only that, weve made plans for Kate and Elliots wedding afterwards

tablescape, flowers, rehearsals. By the way, can I have my phone back? I have to enter the dates into my calendar so Han
she says.

Ana, you should not be planning to work that far into the pregnancy. Its only a week before the baby is born. First babi
would like you to stop working at least in the second half of the third trimester.
Christian! Thats no time at all. Ive got so much to do at work. You want
me to take over SIP, but you wont let me work! How do I learn if I dont work?

Fair point well made, however, its not that Im not letting you to work. I thought our childs well-being was a priority f
misunderstood? I goad her.

Thats a low blow and you know that Christian! I want to be able to work. That doesnt mean I dont care about the bab
feel useful, productive and after the baby is born, I will have to rearrange my schedule anyway.

What makes you think you wont be useful just because you dont exert as much on yourself resting up before our baby
capable hands and still have control over your workplace. All Im asking is that you remain well rested so that you and o
to ask this of you? I give her my most innocent look, disarming her.
But you work hard! she protests.Ana, I'm not the one who is carrying our baby. I had to build up the

business, build up the assets as well as the staff who could work effectively so I could spend time with you, so you dont
guarantee you, when the baby is born, youre not gonna want to stay away from him too long and you will need to practi
lovely home office. You assistant can come daily. You just can limit your office commute time.
Christian, the others at work will resent me for not putting enough time in! she protests.

Anastasia, you will have to learn to care less about the opinions of others. I dont. For me, your opinion matters, but no
degree it matters, but not in the grand scheme of things. It is important to learn to prioritize. A lion doesnt lose sleep ove
me incredulous. Shakes her head and walks towards the bathroom.
Are you walking away from me? I ask bewildered.
You know me so well, Sherlock! she gives me an angry glance.
God! Theres no other woman, ever, who drives me as passionate or as insane!

Yeah? she says coming back to me looking up at me with her angry gaze. Placing her hands on my chest she pushes m
I dont know whether to hit you or kiss you! Its a little bit of both when you do that.
Do it! I provoke her.What? she asks.Youre angry with me. Take it out in bed. Oh no! Youre the expert in that,

Well, when it comes to you baby, Im an amateur. Do it! Youre mad at me. Lets get it out in the open. Im in your han

Ana? Go ahead! Her chest rises up and down in rapid succession. When will she understand that all I want to do is to pr
my love, my addiction, my beginning and my end. I can never get enough of her. Never! If she wants to hurt me, Ill let

Im not going anywhere Ana. This is all of me. Good and bad. Do whatever you want! Meet me half way. What is it you
The Black Eyed Peas Just Cant Get Enough

Kiss me! she whispers her order. Convince me! But dont make me!
Where? Her response is panting, expectant lips and closed eyes. Where Ana?
Here! Do it here!
Fuck, yes!

She gives me a half smile as if to say I dare you. Oh, baby, you know me. I dont back down from a challenge. She pul
physical connection just yet, my awareness of her is intense, heady. My senses focus on my wife who is only holding the
triumphing over my what Flynn would call higher cognitive functions. My senses are simply focused on my wife. She
her lips to brush them up simply. When we barely touch, I just breathe her in, taste her lips, the scent of orange juice she
Sancerre. I dont touch her. My hands are placed on the behind me. I then slowly shift my position to get her to the wall.
but still not touching. My lips coax her, shes helpless to open her mouth, letting me enter with my soft tongue, welcomi
I can now slip my arm around her waist to pull her closer. Its not just a kiss for her; shes intense, barely verging on her
Let it go, I murmur into her lips. Unleash whatever you have. Do it!

Just like that, were close. Her breast are mashed into my chest. Her hands are both shoving me away and pulling me int
inner turmoil.
Control, baby, I whisper as I kiss her chin.
Show me! she orders. I pull back and look at her. You heard me, Mr. Grey. Show me! she repeats.

Wordlessly, I seize her hands, hold them above her head with one hand. Undoing my tie, I use it to tie her hands up at the
towards the wall.

All you have to say is stop, and I will. Just. I caress the side of her cheek as she closes her eyes, the. I whisper into h
of her mouth, no. Then I stop. Do you want me to stop, Ana? I murmur.
She shakes her head in response. Her body shudders in anticipation.

Keep your hand up on the wall like that, I say and take a step back, make her wait, anticipate, and desire me. Her brea
touching.

Good girl! I lift her skirt up, grab the bottom of her panties, stick my index finger into the lace, and shred it. After ripp

into my pocket. I hear Anastasias gasp, her temperature is rising. I roll the skirt of her dress up her waist, pull her derrie
legs apart. Her back is arched and shes a delectable sight to see.

Hold this position. If you move, there will be no satisfaction, Mrs. Grey. I travel a single finger over her buttocks, mak
sex, gliding between her wet folds. When I reach her clitoris, shes on fire. A moan escapes her lips.

Hush now, baby! I order. I toy with her slick bloom, inserting one finger just barely, stroking up and down, but not inw
other hand undoes the buttons of her dress opening and exposing her breasts out of the cups. I hold and pinch first then p

left hand teases her clitoris, pleasing, keeping her at the precipice of the demands of her body, but not giving complete sa
between my thumb and index finger, I dip three fingers into her sex. The

unexpected invasion is met with a pleasured gasp, tingling sensation of her body. I slide my fingers in and out of her, slo
fingers, simulating what my cock would do, in a pounding, measured rhythm. Thrusting, pulling, pinching, dance of my
the intensity of my probing raised. I smack her ass twice to hold the position. Part of control is to retaining the norms yo
Ahh! she groans, but resumes her former position. Then my fingers continue their probing.
I want you in me! she demands.
Decide, or I will stop it now! This or nothing!
Thats cruel!
No, baby, thats control. You asked me, and Im showing you, I say. Her sex is pulsing with her impending orgasm.
I want you to hold it. Dont come until I say so, I order.
I wont!

Then my fingers start moving in their sensual dance inside her and my right hand continue to pleasure her sensitive brea
probing, slow then forceful. On and on.
Christian, Im close!

Hold a little longer baby! I command. Her pleasure is my pleasure and my cock is pushing hard to get out, but I need t

Now, Ana! I order and she detonates around my fingers. I can feel the shudders that go through her sex, on the tip of m
Her body sags against my torso, and I carry her to our bed.
For that Mr. Grey, she says opening her lids, I will reciprocate in kind, and she proceeds to take me.
Be my guest, Mrs. Grey!

CHAPTER XXIX
THE BAIT
Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.

Sun Tzu, The Art of War

Welch and Barney are standing in front of my desk in my office. My arms crossed, I gaze at both of them.

It has been nearly 3 months and we have hit several dead ends. Im getting very impatient. Why cant we get a name?
booms around the room. Only Barney flinches a little.

Mr. Grey, the Feds arent giving up the name that matches the partial. Weve tested and forced every door available. Th
Frustration looms over me like a dark cloud.
The fucker is lying low as well. If hes following us... I say looking at Taylor.

Weve not had anyone tailing us or Mrs. Grey, sir. Ive conferred with your parents, your sisters and your brothers se
Whatever hes doing, hes just staying under the radar.

I dont get it! Why tail my wife in New York, break into the SIP server through my wifes assistant, and abandon. That
another
purpose he or they have planned.

Were not giving up Mr. Grey. But it makes it difficult when the trail is getting cold. We havent had any activity, and th
feds contacts are concerned. They said to leave it be as far as his identity is concerned. But... Welch trails off.
But what? I hiss growing frustrated.

Your brothers wedding is coming up in three weeks. And we are concerned... he says looking up at Taylor who nods o
the perp to make an attempt to sneak past our defenses. Open crowds are our biggest challenge because theyre harder to
the entire guest list and their companions. Weve also checked all of the service people, but there can always be last min
someone taking the identity of another person... and thats the crux of my worries. Anything can happen. Since Mrs. G
be active in the ceremony.

We were hoping... Taylor starts cutting in, that Mrs. Grey would be a little less active since shes only four weeks awa
the wedding is underway, itll be only one week to the delivery, sir. That way, we can have a little more control of who c

We have no security holes that we can detect so far, sir. All the information that I recovered from that hard drive aided u
security breaches. But, nothing is foolproof. As for the identity of people, I have only recovered information enough to c
not the identity. To recap that information... he says as he shuffles the screen of his tablet. When he gets to a particular p
them back on the bridge of his nose and reads.

The perp is a male. Mid to late 30s. Hes well built, athletic, intelligent, patient, resourceful, he knows how to get in and
comfortable in privileged society which may indicate that either he is or was a part of it sometime in the past either work
confident, has intensive military, intelligence training. Hes also very good with technology utilizing it, but the way whic
one point in time have been a part of either the hacker community or the IT security branch of the government who are a
The breadcrumbs he left us, and theyre just that, disposable breadcrumbs are items he wanted us to find. He orchestrate

Well, the way all three of my best security and IT guys vouching for this fucker, I should hire him instead of the three o
Why cant Pellas contacts with the Feds come through? I ask trying for the semblance of patience.

We cant reach him. Hes been out of the country for weeks and the only thing his assistant in Los Angeles managed to
not acting as part of a government project. His name is erased of all records. The man is a ghost; he doesnt exist anywhe
anyones reach, sir, says Welch.

Clearly, its not, because someone got to him to do this job! I said. Clearly he cant just vanish like will-o-the-wisp in

The door to my office opens with a hasty knock followed by Alex Pella stepping in and a flustered Andrea rushes after P
Decimus.

Apologies Mr. Grey, mutters Andrea. Mr. Pella is here, she says, and I swear she mutters unannounced under her b
with a nod. His visit is unexpected but not unwelcome.

I agree, Grey, he says extending his hand to me surprising us all with his presence. He cant. Everything leaves a form
arching his eyebrows as he looks at Welch.

Well, speaking of the devil, I say. My men tell me that youre harder to reach than I am. Considering how hard it is to
for you, I say as we do our customary forearm shake.

I didnt drop out of the face of the planet, if thats what youre asking, and its not always as hard to reach me. But certa
up and attention. I was actually chasing your perp, always three steps behind. I must say, he is well connected, and trots
a few things: he has the know-how and the means to do that and hes always under the radar.
How then do you know that you were following the right man? I ask crossing my
arms.He points to a chair before my desk, may I? he asks, and without waiting for my reply, he sits in it.
Yes, go right ahead, I say with a wry smile.

Im sorry, Im actually quite exhausted. Ive slept 20 minutes in the last 48 hours; I just havent had any time to call you
he says opening his eyes wide as if hes trying to ward off sleep.

As youre well aware, the Feds are a dead end. They wont give up or divulge any information about the identity of the
we were to go through proper channels which you dont want Grey for reasons of your own, they would be even more o

man exists and his identity is buried deep in the system. But whatever services he has provided for his country, it kept hi
supersedes personal security and therefore we are blocked even with my contacts.

So, what then were you chasing? I ask after he recaps what we already concluded. Our John Doe, he replies with an
Olly Murs - Troublemaker
He may be in his line of work for a few years but I have more connections and years in this than many of his peers and
plain sight.
What do you mean? Taylor asks.

I had gotten a hold of the surveillance videos from the airports. He perp managed to keep his head down, but I had a fra
clarity. Of course, with a man who doesnt exist in any system and a man who can change faces either through make-up
chance for us to discover his identity. But, the name is nothing. The person behind the name is what matters. After callin
picture around the underground rogue officials, he says making air quotations. There are those who need favors and th
someone out of a Siberian prison in exchange of the name or whereabouts of the perp, someone our government decided
to talk after six years of hard labor.

Why would they let him go? I ask.No one really let him go. We sort of stole him, he says shrugging. You kidnappe
incredulous.

No, not exactly, he says with a wicked grin. Its not like he existed in their records or ours for that matter, here. Could
we just stole a person who didnt exist, one who was just written off which made him extremely anxious to talk to me an
our perp has no real

name which wouldnt do us any good anyway; just code names and that actually mean a little more because theyre asso
they can go through many code names in the course of any given time. But it gave us a starting point where such an indi
of habit no matter how hard we try to remain outside of the norm of certain routines.

But, dont you think it would be nearly impossible to locate someone whose name we dont know other than a generic n
abandoned the

task after the possibility of being captured. And if thats the case, a man like that could be anywhere in the world; in whi
for him! I nearly growl exasperated.
Yet, you dont believe that and neither do your men, he answers sure of himself.
Why do you say that? I ask with a placid face.

You have doubts. Youre questioning your statements plausibility. We have to operate under the assumption that he did
prepared for the worst case of scenario even if the best occurs. I have to play the cynic here. Even if we

were all to agree without any doubt that our perp John and the one who hired him have abandoned their intended task, on
take the potential threat seriously no matter how far-fetched it may seem. That may save your ass a lot of grief!
Mr. Pella, isnt this a paranoid approach to danger? asks Welch.

It should be your job to do the paranoid approach so your boss doesnt have to worry about it, Alex retorts. You know

consecutive since Mr. Greys engagement to Mrs. Grey, and most recently, she was ambushed at a very exclusive party b
problem of a close encounter; close enough to breach SIP cyber security to give access to Mrs. Greys personal e-mails a
what can happen if the contents of the messages were released online, or her personal information, her schedule, her whe
you know that the danger she may be facing is great.

Alright! Were just talking in circles here. Whats the solution? Weve not discovered who the fucking perp is, I hiss fi
Bait the trap, then, says Pella in a low but clear voice.
Bait. With. Whom? I ask enunciating each word.

The perp thinks he may have access to Mrs. Grey. Let him think that. Put out fake information out. In fact, we can even
carry out some of those fake tasks just in case if someone is watching her from afar. We need to know if someone is sti
woman do some of the obvious things that Mrs. Grey would do. If Miss Tiber and Sawyer are with her, the

perp will assume that Mrs. Grey is there as well. This will give us the opportunity to observe if someone is still conducti
least for the next two weeks, Pella indicates.
Will we hire new security detail for Mrs. Grey? Taylor asks concerned.

No, thats not what Im suggesting. Mr. Grey is known to have only his trusted security around him. Clearly every enem
Christian was someplace, you would be with him. He doesnt go without you. If people see him, they assume that youre

you are. And vice versa. If you are someplace, people will assume that Christian is nearby. Because, he doesnt trust any
assumed for Mrs. Grey. Sawyer seems to be a permanent fixture in Mrs. Greys security detail. Theyve seen Miss Tiber
near permanent fixture as far as Mrs. Greys personal security is concerned. I would suggest involving Mrs. Grey, but at
the easier for this plan to leak, Pella says looking at me.

I dont want Ana to be involved in any shape or form in this scheme not only because I would concern that it would leak
worry, and shes in her third trimester in her pregnancy. Besides, another brunette who looks like

her leaving Escala or appear to be going to her workplace or her appointments would make her think that a sub was invo

Shes going to be busy with my brothers wedding preparations, helping her friend Katherine. That may give us the wind
three weeks and the baby is due in four. Her matron of honor gown had been altered at least three times and she wants to
brother Elliots best

man. Welchs team is in charge of handling the security. The wedding date has been set and it cant be manipulated. Peop
have confirmed. We have planned the security like our own wedding. We will transport the guests to the prearranged loc

Taylor! I say abruptly standing up. Have Barney create a fake schedule for Ana. I dont know how hes going to do th
her real schedule which shouldnt be too hard since all the smart phones have to be approved by the IT department at SIP
Hannahs phone receiving the schedule.

Well, what happens when Hannah receives the fake schedule? Im sure shes going to assume that Mrs. Grey schedule a
except that she doesnt need to do those. We may create problems inadvertently.
Thats why we need to make sure that those few dates will be on the days Ana will be resting at home.
Can you make her stay at home? asks Pella.

Shes going to work 3 days a week right now, but any three days of the week, because shes not always feeling so well.
the number of days to two. Because shes very into the babys well-being. If she suggests that Ana is spending a lot of tim
as well as work, she might get her to spend fewer days at work.
Okay, that might work, sir, responds Taylor deep in thought.

We track Mrs. Greys vehicle with her double, take her to the fake appointments or work and have inconspicuous vehic
observe if there are any individuals following, Welch adds.
Taylor, youre in charge of finding a woman who fits Anastasias description. Have

either Sawyer or Melissa take her to Anas doctor. How many appointments do we need to take this other woman? I tur

Christian, well have to put up a whole show. This man had seen Mrs. Grey. He was in her close vicinity. So, whoever i
that much differently than Mrs. Grey. It has to be a full show, Christian.
It wont be easy, sir, especially if we have to keep it from Mrs. Grey, says Welch.

Thats why Im paying you the money I do, Welch, so you get the impossible done for me. Is that a problem for you? I
No, sir, he responds berated.

Great! Then we start this week! Pella says dispersing the crackling violent energy Im emanating.
Will you be in town? I really cant afford to play the Find Pella game at this stage.
He grins slyly at my remark.

I too am a man in demand, my friend. But it so happens that I can conduct my business from Seattle for the duration of
afterwards. I have to get back to LA. But I promise to remain here for the duration of one month, or until the perp is caug
resolve this problem it within a month, he says solemnly.
I will pay you of course, for this... but he holds his hand up.
I told you I would do this as a gift, he responds.

This is business. You shouldnt have to. Your gift had been the help you provided with Charlie Tango, I say resolutely.
especially friends. I can afford his services however expensive they are. And his services are the ones Id like to employ
first looks offended as if I rejected a precious gift, a gift he wouldnt part for anything with anyone else.

That was your wedding gift. This... he says pausing, looks around as if he isnt sure whether he wants to part with the
comes to eye to eye with his bodyguard Anthony Decimus. A silent communication goes between them. For a brief Alex
hes holding the

load of the world; failure, guilt even and the biggest agony Ive ever seen in someones eyes. His bodyguards eyes are u
have read a lot in them.

Why? I ask simply, softly, yet my voice carries a demand to be told the truth, one that would determine if his help, pai
for you? Besides you being my friend. Clearly, this would be a huge favor and I dont like to owe. I would much rather p
services puts me in

charge. I hire and fire, accept or deny; I am always in charge. His eyes then turn to Taylor, who also looks resolute and fi
Reckoning.
This isnt your reckoning. Its mine, I respond without blinking.

Not quite. Youve not experienced the harm from someone or something that targets those you love just to hurt you to t
shatters your soul into millions of pieces... he whispers, then his voice goes even lower, I strain to hear him, irreparabl
existence... You could hear a pin drop in the room with his revelation. I have. I dont wish it on anyone, least of all my
Why hasnt there been any news about your loss? How long ago was this? I ask as curiosity gets the better of me. But

life. This is a man who is as private as I am who just shared a very personal information with me.

It was a long time ago and it was a time and place where the conventional news media didnt reach. Besides, I wasnt g
losses or have the law enforcement to do my job to bring justice, he said is if the word was an expletive, to the loss o
with finality. The look
on his face said that this is a man who knows revenge.

How could the conventional media not reach such an important news about you? Men like us barf and it makes the hea
my arms.

Come now, Grey. You know as well as I do that we do our best to stay under the radar. Me, more so than you. Welch a
employ a

very capable staff and I always take care of my own problems. I go to places where our laws dont reach, no laws of land
says pausing, then continues, have to bring my own laws in my own company, he says raising his eyebrows, leaving th

I cup my chin in my hand thoughtfully. If I were to hire anyone to finish this job and do it efficiently and quickly, it wou
easy with me that hes not asking me to pay him. I have to get my own terms so I feel utmost confidence and not to men
I want you to do the job, but heres the problem. I have to pay you for your services. I
cant accept a favor as big as this and not think that there isnt something else behind this, what would be a monumental
out so you and my team can start as soon as you leave my office. Pella leans back in his chair crossing his arm. He has

Counter proposal then. I lead this investigation. Welch answers to me. You pay me for the incidentals, travel expenses a
a gift. I dont like to be an Indian giver; I dont like to take my offers back. This way, I would still provide you with a gif
This would be a win- win for both of our requirements. Would that be acceptable you? he asks. The lead? Welch answe
way. But Pella is unreachable at times. This is the first concern I need to address.

Welch is my paid employee. Im his boss. I can reach him 24/7. You, on the other hand are another ghost. I cant find yo
I have this sort of problem in my hand.

I am going to be reachable 24/7 until this problem is resolved, because I will be here. And, if, he says emphasizing, h
to travel, I will do that informing you and with an open channel for you to get a hold of me. That eases my mind. But I
and go around my desk. I lean back onto my desk right in front of him towering before his seat in a very

dominant gesture which doesnt escape his notice. My arms crossed, I looked down on him seeking and eliciting the real

Why do you want to lead? Isnt Welch up to par? I ask. There is no flinch on Welch but his pupils slightly dilate to tak
Alex. He smiles and looks each of us straight in the eyes, his eyes darkened. My tactic brings out a determined Pella who
the hair trigger temper
most men of power possess for such a challenge. The single minded, decisive glint in his darkened eyes slowly takes us
his considerable height, slowly takes two steps towards Welch.

Welch has been leading the investigation all this time. I dont mind cooperating with Welch who has considerable exper
better than I am in the field of reconnaissance and if there was, he or she would be or is working for me. I am the best co
skillful. Theres also the issue of time. You cannot have two leaders in such a mission. You can only have one leader. You

better. I, am the natural choice. I dont follow. Ever. I lead.

Welch shall be the second in command. I am to be in the loop at all times. I am still the final person to report to. With th
and extend my hand. He grasps my forearm and we shake on it.
Taylor, Welch, Anthony... Lets get to work, he says.

I will have to participate remotely, sir. Welch will inform me, Taylor says. The trio consisted of Pella, Decimus and W
Oh, Alex! I say with an afterthought. He turns around and looks up at me curiously.
Hows the rigging on the ships going?

The designs as Im sure your shipyard manager informed you, are completed; were in the production phase. We should
the laws in Washington state, he says with a sly grin, if Im not mistaken, some of which you helped co-sponsor. Hes
Yes, I say with a placid face.Well, those very laws you helped put in place are just putting us on hold until we get

the green light from the government. After all, this is unusual for such ships designed for cargo, but Im afraid they beca
not to mention the way it interrupts business. Im surprised that they have not reached out to you before, he says as if th
Why would it be necessary in the extent they want it? They could easily carry handguns, and Im sure the ports theyre
by.

Christian, Alex sighs patiently. Youve been doing business on the mainland here and with Europe far too long. The o
business. Out there, youre your own law, your own doctor, your own shrink, your own chef, your sole protector in many
resources on your own ship you can rely on. This is not excess, but a necessity. When the pirates come to your ship to ta
and hold you hostage in unspeakable conditions where hostages have died, you quickly realize that its fight or die world
American and this is business and lifes brutal. Thats what they understand, what they know. Its a different mindset. Wi
ability to speak their language, he says nonchalantly.
I wish it was that simple, I respond shaking my head.
It is that simple. This is not intended against innocent people. Its meant to defend the ship against piracy.

I want to make sure that, what is being rigged does what its supposed to do. I want to see the videotaped test results an

Dont worry; well do better than that. We can do a live demonstration once the first one is completed, he says as he no
leaves my office.
***** *****

I cannot believe that four hours passed since I last contacted my wife. It had been a very busy morning. Im also curious
mail. I dial her phone impatiently. It goes to voicemail on the first ring. My heart skips a beat and I dial her office phone
Thank you for calling SIP. This is Hannah, Ana Greys assistant. How may I help you?
Hannah! Where is Mrs. Grey?

Shes been in one meeting after another, sir. Since she will be leaving for maternity leave, she wanted to get all the mee

leave, Hannah says.

When is her maternity leave starting? I ask, miffed that she hasnt told me anything about it, yet.

She wants to talk to her obstetrician first and I think she wants to delay it as much as she can because we have quite a fe
and coming authors that Ana has championed, she speaks in rapid fire mode. She wants to be a part of the three book l
on separate dates. Her maternity leave date is not set in stone yet, but we think it may be in three weeks, she concludes.
weeks, or work till the last minute, she says lowering her voice. That bit of information angers me.
When is Mrs. Grey coming out of her meeting? I ask.

Currently shes meeting with Mr. Cooper, the publisher from New York. Shes been in that meeting for just about an ho
can have her lunch, she says brightly and I dont like the idea of her meeting that man one little bit.

Have Mrs. Grey call me as soon as shes done with her meeting, I say and hang up. I walk back to my desk and buzz A
in her usual professional, no non-sense manner. Get Dr. Greene on the phone for me, I order.

Mrs. Greys doctor? Certainly, sir, she responds, her voice bristling with efficiency. Within two minutes my line buzze
Greene is on line two, sir, she says. I press the blinking line.Dr. Greene, this is Christian Grey, I greet her.

How can I help you, Mr. Grey? Is Mrs. Grey alright? She isnt due... she says tapping some keys by the sound of it, the
four weeks, she says sounding concerned.

Shes well so far. But, I have another concern. Mrs. Grey wants to work nearly up to the minute she gives birth. You an
first and second trimester. Now, shes trying to work harder than ever, not to mention shes participating in my brothers
means shes spending many hours helping her friend out. She also doesnt want a nanny for the

baby which means that it will be an additional task shell be jumping into without any rest. I am concerned that this is no
exasperation.

Mr. Grey, as a doctor, I can appreciate your concern for your wifes well-being. But, what you just stated concerns me a
the babys benefit that she doesnt do too much to avoid stress which is really bad for her health as well as the babys. It
and high blood pressure for the mother. Does she have anxiety, nightmares or physical responses like racing heartbeat or
question.
She has occasional nightmares, I respond. This has heightened especially in New

York and after we got back. But, Ana has less anxiety than I do. She has racing heartbeat and sweating of course, but th
reaction I elicit from her when we have sex, I say with a placid voice. I can feel Dr. Greene smile on the other end of th

That wont harm her, but if she wants to work, she can generally work up to the due date, but some mothers opt workin
However, considering shes putting so much time to help her friend out, that should be taken into consideration. Is she ba

Twenty five hours of office time, but she puts equally long hours working from home as well, mainly reading and sum
dedicating a lot of hours.

Oh, dear, she says disapprovingly. Mr. Grey, are you coming to her appointment this week? she asks. Ive not misse
she told me she was pregnant.

Yes, I respond.

I would like to hear Mrs. Grey, check the baby, and then based on my findings suggest the proper time frame in which s
Not good enough doctor Greene! I retort.

My wife is a selfless giver. She wants to help her friend, she wants to fulfill her shoes in her job as an editor, taking on
prove herself that shes her own person all of which I support but shes doing too much! If you suggest her that she can w
baby, she will take it

as set in stone and continue her regimen. I dont want my wife to be working so long. She should have the time off, prop
have her hands full when the baby is here.

Mr. Grey, I promise to keep all this information under advisement to give Mrs. Grey the best assessment, but I agree wi
dont have a history of pregnancies or births therefore it would always be best to play it safe for the health of the baby. T
priorities over the jobs moms hold or other responsibilities. Please be here when she is, then we can discuss it together.
Is there any other concern you have, Mr. Grey? she asks and my call waiting beeps into my ear. I look at the caller-ID
If I have any other I can think of, Id surely let you know.
It was a pleasure speaking with... she says and I hang up before she finishes her sentence and switch the line.
Ana!Hello to you, too, Christian, she says.I was worried about you. Why havent you called?

I was busy with meetings, and with a prospective best seller coming up, I was negotiating terms with a bigger publisher
to something.

Okay. When is the book launch?Oh, thats the thing. This big one is in 3 weeks.Let someone else do the launch the

Christian, I cant do that! Ive done all the work, promotions and just struck a deal with a bigger publisher after we mee
running the project!

Anastasia! I think you forgot that youre pregnant with OUR child. Thats a week before the delivery. Am I even allowe
maternity leave or your assistant gets that information before your husband does? She sighs.

Please dont be upset, Christian. I was going to talk to you about that tonight. Since Ive been helping Kate, I have not d
liked to this book, so I need to be working up until delivery. And Ive read that sometimes first babies can be late up to tw
Why do you reach decisions without asking me especially one that is as important as this Anastasia?
Christian! she sighs. Because, I know my body and I have this excessive energy and I know you would say no!
Youre damn right I would!
Theres so much I want to accomplish so I can devote more time to Teddy when hes born.

Ana, that last burst of energy, is just the nesting urge, I plead with her. She has kept up with her exercises and surprisin
But she needs help standing up, she has shortness of breath and she cant find a comfortable position to sleep. Weve pur
her comfort. I hate it that we have to have them between us because I love having my limbs tangled with hers, but I love

state, depends on me, but shes still fiercely stubborn in her own plans which she goes back behind me to go through wit
I know, but this is important to me. You want to hand over SIP to me next year. I need to be on top of the ball game.
Anastasia, I couldnt give a flying fuck about SIP right now. What concerns me is your
well-being as well as our baby youre carrying.

Please Christian! Can we discuss this tonight? Im hungry and cranky! I havent eaten in three hours she says, and disc
even though I really really want to punish her for putting not just herself but the baby in danger and protect her from her
dont want her to go hungry either. Where do I find the fucking balance? With the fucker who is stealthy as ghost

after her on one hand, my stubborn wife on the other, theyll be the death of me. Breath Grey, breathe! Ten, nine, eight, s
hand runs through my hair in exasperation.
Tonight, Mrs. Grey, I say.
Thank you, Christian. I love you, she whispers. I close my eyes with the soft velvet caress of her tone.
And I you, Ana. Go eat, baby. Ill see you this evening, I say, hanging up. Old Christian would have rushed to the SIP
have

learned to negotiate our disparities differently. Punishment doesnt work with Ana. But, sex does. So, I devise my plan. I
more than happy to pick it up Mrs. Grey.
Taylor! Lunch!Yes, sir, he says and opens the door.
***** *****

All warfare is based on deception. Hence when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces we m
must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.
Sun Tzu, The Art of War

It is the eighth burner phone he went through within the past three months, two more than he anticipated. But it is necess

synchronized to call the corresponding burner in the Bosss possession. He didnt think Greys team could crack the tabl
there was always that slight possibility of having it cracked, he had decoy information to lead them elsewhere, but he ha
back to him somehow.
What did you say?
I said my handler called.
Your handler? the Boss asks.

Yes, you know the particular skills I have. And though my handler overlooks my occasional moonlighting, he said in a
I do it on the home turf especially with such a high profile man who is not going to be off the public view.

Tell me that you didnt reveal anything! the Boss hisses.

Reveal? he smirks. Hes been tortured in a North Korean camp and escaped the impossible. Alive! This is a walk at the
can prove anything at all. Apparently your boys reach is farther than you had assumed. Im told that he has a contact wh
Who is it?

Another ghost, who bothersomely felt omnipresent to him, a feeling one he loathed profusely. It was a problem he wou
Handler would go away. Without his personal ghostat his side, Grey had no reach in the depths of a system that didnt ex
handful; there were things even Greys money couldnt buy, and this was one of them. He smiled with satisfaction. He d
him to discover who it was that was chasing him since he knew the direction he should be looking: Greys. Follow his to
other freelancing Ghost. Then he would eliminate the problem. Just a simple complication.

The handler is just probing with those of us whom they think were on the mainland at the time. I was supposed to be ha
was... he says nonchalantly. He was on a private jet with a flight plan that left out his name or any of his aliases on his w
landing took out a particularly difficult problem for his Handler. Since he had resolved the pressing issue

so efficiently with absolute finality for his Handler, he knew that he was an indispensable asset and that single incident g
can tie him to New York incident which the Boss is referring to.

Dont fuck this up! Your head is on the line of fire! he barked, knowing full well that his ass was right beside the said h
range.

I have no intention to fuck it up! John, the Ghost asset said lowering his voice with absolute determination. It wasnt ju
to get at the end of the task, but it was also the sense of enormous satisfaction in putting -- one of men who thought of hi
rightful place which was right under his military grade boots. He would prove Grey his fragility in such an unfixable ma
colossal wealth could not repair the damage he planned to do his person, crushing his very soul once he was done with h

I think I have waited long enough for a result and youve laid low. I want this done in three, the most four weeks of tim
Mr. Linc...

Careful, John! he warned immediately and added, Unlike you Mr. Doe, I have one name I own and you are not permi

As you wish, Boss. The timeline would suit me well. I had gained all the information I need. However, after the New Y
need additional reconnaissance, and that I will gain soon enough. I already know the important dates. I now need to know

In the next ten minutes, the primary location and its backup were ironed out to the Bosss satisfaction. On both possible
himself from even a remote possibility of having name associated with what fucking Grey was to experience without get
shredding, irreparable defeat and his victory which would only be known to Lincoln.

You got the message you will deliver from me after he is completely fucked up? Abso-fucking-lutely! John replied w
CHAPTER XXX
CONVERGENCE
Kiss me hot, heavy, wet & angry with that attitude like you do when
your mouth yells; it hates me but your tongue screams it cant wait for

me. Hug me, touch me, submit to me with that insatiable passion like
you do when you thought you could leave but the sight of my throbbing

rock hard love muscle made you too weak in the knees. Your mind is
skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again.
Id rather say Im sorry and keep my best friend than have this come to
an end. Be encouraged but more importantly...be lethal with your make
up love.
melting fast, your soul is whispering trust, your eyes are begging please
and your anger has turned to lust. Let me undress your body, caress your

Good evening Mrs. Grey, says Taylor to Ana as he opens the passenger door to the SUV. Holding her

right hand and elbow, he helps my wife into the SUV. I hold her left
hand and elbow to comfortably situate her next to me. She sits beside me holding her sides, breathing deep.

Are you alright? I ask concerned immediately. Taylor gets back into the drivers seat starts the vehicle and pulls out of
Anas car behind us. Ana takes two more deep breaths arching her back to get a comfortable position and finding it diffic
left.

She holds her index finger up, indicating a minute.Ana, please, youre scaring me, I say particularly concerned and alm
anger over the maternity leave, but not completely. I will revisit it once I confirm that she is okay.

Hes lying on my right side and I cant sit straight. I have to lean to the left so I can breathe, she says slowly. Then she
shake my head buckle her with a loving smile. He is in the mood to play today and active. But mommy 's getting a bit t
tight, she smiles. Mommy. She already identifies herself as a different being. She's not just my wife anymore. She's also
does that makes me? Daddy. I'm gonna be a daddy! And soon. Am I even ready? Anxiety hits hard. My doubts of my

capacity to be a decent father crawl back up to the surface. I want to be a good dad. A dad to our child Anastasia can be p

See! Anastasia exclaims excitedly, as she grabs my left hand and places on top of her belly on the left side. This life, in

Yes! I exclaim automatically. Hes playing kickboxing or something! I mutter when I feel his tiny feet push through

You stay tucked in there a little while longer Teddy, I whisper towards her belly. Youll be here playing soon enough,
natural this comes to me. What feared me a few months ago, this tiny being is no longer a hypothetical person. I want to
family; embodied in the form of my wife and her very protruding belly. Everything I immeasurably love is right here in

measure to lose them. I hold her tight wordlessly. What I want to say might hurt her and is still not under my control. I n
Taylor slows down as the double wrought iron gates open to the driveway lined with

trees towards our big house. By the time Taylor drives into the garage, Teddy slows his movements, apparently tired of s
face takes the serious, thoughtful look; the look that says shes getting ready to negotiate and determined to win an argum

How was your day? she asks as Taylor turns off the SUV.The usual cut and dry...Mergers and acquisitions, she say
tad more than but, that sums it just about right. Christian... she starts.
After dinner, I finish it. Come on; lets get you inside the house.

I was going to help Kate this evening. I think we have to let out my matron of honor dress once more, she says lowerin

Not tonight, I say with finality.Christian, the tailor is making quite a few dresses for the bridesmaids. I'm growing by
the minute and want to be able to fit into mine. With all these bridesmaids, she may not be able to finish mine on time,

Baby, I can get you the best dressmaker in the country and have her or him make you a dress the day before their weddi
Tonight, you are mine and only mine. Im not sharing your with your friend, her wedding plans, my parents, your work
emphasize, "you are mine
and mine alone. My words rings with decisiveness and leaves no room for compromise.

Christian, are you trying to pick a fight with me? she asks with a sigh. Taylor opens the passenger door and slowly hel
door and immediately reach to her elbow and gently turn her around to face me.

Im not trying to fight with you Anastasia! Im trying to fight for you! Don't you understand? For your well-being, for o
which clearly has been occupied by Kate and Elliots wedding preparations and your work. I think I compromised enoug

She sighs, yes, sir. She smirks. I was ready for a fight, but her acquiescence takes me aback. Ive only been this busy
favor to Kate for helping me out with our wedding, and I want to... but she doesnt finish her sentence; the smirk on her
nanosecond. Talk about mood swings from victorious to sorrowful! I panic. What happened? What did I say to trigger th
Ana, whats wrong? I say and shes panicking by now.
I just need... she sobs, just need Gail to fix me some tea... and Ill be okay, she sobs louder.

Sawyer and Melissa look at Taylor nervously who nods his head for them to leave. They scatter away like rats out of a si

Ana, I say tenderly, my voice a whispering caress, trying my best to rein in my control with all my faculties. What has
reaction? I have to find out.

Baby, look at me, I whisper but words are a command. She looks up with tears still streaming down her cheeks in larg
a shaky
breath trying but failing to suppress her sobs.

Talk to me Ana. You are freaking me out. Whats wrong? Did something happen at work? I am completely in alert mo

garage among the SUVs and vehicles while Taylor is keeping a safe distance not looking at our direction.

I dont know. I had a long day. Im tired. Mr. Cooper said I look like Im ready to pop out this baby with a laugh. Im su
realize that Im fat! I have four more weeks. Im gonna get fatter. Then her voice falls into a whisper. I... another sob
You, what baby? I whisper. I worry that you wont like me anymore! she sobs more. I pull her closer to me and hug
wife doubt herself!

Im crazy about you and there is not a single hair out of place with you. You are perfect! Youve lost a lot of weight in t
you and
the baby to be healthy. Youre changing of course, but in a good way. Okay? I murmur trying to reassure her.

What if you wont want me after the baby is born and Im not as trim as I was? You like stamina, remember? she asks.
dont care.

Lets go inside and visit Teddys room. Look at the big picture, I say as I lead her inside. Taylor, have Gail make Ana
house.

Once we get to Teddys room, Anas smile is returned. She runs her hand on the crib and touches the baby clothes. Her n
I had not expected this amount of worry from her. Im so used to seeing my wife strong, negotiating for what she wants
Yet now, she seems so fragile. Her hands run over her belly protectively. She picks up a book from the bookshelf and the

Christian... she says holding the book. I smile and take it from her hand. Teddy, your daddy is going to read to you no

Goodnight Moon? I ask raising my eyebrows. The baby is going to be tired of that book by the time hes born. We've
months, I say smiling. The fact is, this is one of my favorite times.
I think he will adore it! she murmurs coyly as she pats the chair next to hers.

***** *****
Mrs. Taylor fixed some of Anastasias favorite dishes. Filet mignon au poivre, whipped potatoes and asparagus.
Mrs. Grey, what would you like to drink? Gail asks.

Christian is having wine. Ill pretend Im having wine as well if you could give me some Perrier, Mrs. Taylor, Anastas
for Ana, then I dismiss her for the rest of the night. We eat in companionable silence, but we cant ignore elephant in the
Ana, I want you to get on your maternity leave this week, baby, I say. I hear her fork clattering on her plate loudly.
I cannot, Christian! I have too much to do, so much to learn before this baby is born, she retorts exasperated.

Yes, you can. Look what stress does to you! Its bad for the baby, its bad for you! The SIP can be managed properly ev
internet, and reliable assistants are what you need to keep the reins tightly in your hands. You dont need to rush, get stre
accept help, I plead with her.

Im trying to impress you that I can do this Christian, and Im failing. Because youre already asking me to relegate it to
her eyes with
the back of her hands. Just then her Blackberry rings. She takes a deep breath and answers the phone.

Kate, she says trying to be as cheerful as possible. I totally forgot. My schedule has been overwhelming lately, she s
other end.

I thought that was tomorrow. Then I hear Kates voice louder. Ana! You have to get here! Im sure Christian can hand

your opinion! Youre the matron of honor! My best girl! The tailor is here and so are the caterer with samples, since you
its best that you come and see what will be served! I want everything perfect. I dont want my matron of honor a.k.a. my
smell of food bothered her! Anastasia rolls her eyes. I extend my hand for her Blackberry. She shakes her head indicatin
Anaaa! I reprimand her. She thins her lips petulantly and hands the phone. Katherine, this is Christian, I say calmly.
Shes
exhausted.

I know shes tired, but this is important! I cant reschedule the caterer who is booked months in advance and the tailor i
fit and we have limited time.
Im sorry for your dilemma Katherine. But, my wife is mine tonight.

Christian Grey! Youve not met a nearly deranged bride to be. Im freaking out here. We would not have had these dela
vetting everyone that sets foot here. The least you can do is to let, she says enunciating, my best friend come.
My wife, I say calmly, is very pregnant. I think that takes precedence over the caterer and the dressmaker. I can feel

Oh my God! Im so sorry Christian! Im just freaking out. Of course her health takes precedence over it. I just wanted t
I dont want two women balling over.Kate, Im sure whatever you choose for food would be fine. Id rather order my
food from elsewhere if it comes to it than sending her to place to place like this. What if I bring the dressmaker to your
I walk away with Anas phone in my hand far enough after giving a perfunctory smile to my wife.

Katherine, my wife and I will be occupied most of the night. Alone. We dont want to be interrupted by you, or the tailo
maker! I say remembering from the Mother Goose story Ive been reading the baby.
But...
Goodnight to you too, Katherine, I say hanging up, then turn off my wifes Blackberry.
So, where were we? Anastasia asks startling me since shes standing inches away from me.

You just told my best friend, you and I will be occupied for most part of the night. Im wondering how youre intending

You know me, Mrs. Grey. I never reveal my plans. Come, I say holding her hand and decidedly walking her to our bed
Christian, wait, she says as we step into our bedroom. We have not resolved the maternity leave issue.
Whats there to resolve? Youre leaving this week," I say firmly.
Christian, dont be highhanded! she says putting her hand on her hip.

Highhanded? Youve not seen highhanded yet, baby. Im just a man who is utterly in love, I whisper caressing her face
hand from her hip, with his wife, whose only wish is to keep her safe, healthy, I whisper caressing her belly with both
sake. And yet, my lovely, insanely beautiful wife, I murmur lifting her chin up, prefer the company of her co- workers

her husband who is desperate for her. Am I someone that undesirable to be around? I ask.

Her eyes go wide in shock. Christian, how could you think that? I am trying to make you proud of me by learning the tr
running, trying to fit into the Grey family by participating and helping out with your brothers and my best friends wedd
me...

Baby, Im always pleased with you. Those who matter the most, are right here. You, this little one, and me. Everyone el
theyre secondary. Our first obligation is to one another.
You were so angry earlier on the phone. Would you have punished me?

Nooo! Its abhorrent to me now. You know that! God, Ana! What am I supposed to do to prove to you that I love you? W
can I punish my pregnant wife? Even if the idea goes through my head, it later makes me feel like crap.

I want to work until the baby is born.You leave three weeks before the due date, baby. Take it or leave it, I say raisin
eyebrows.

Counter proposal, I leave one week before but I work from home to complete my tasks.I gaze at my wife for a long m
You should really come and work for me at GEH.
I do work for you Mr. Grey.
Yes, you do baby. Two weeks, final offer. No more than twenty hours until then, Even that is stretching it. We have to
carrying on a regular schedule with a decoy.
Fine! she huffs acquiescing. But, I should help Kate!
Not tonight, you dont. Right now, I couldnt give a flying fuck about Kate or Elliots wedding.

Yes! she says then her gaze falls to her protruding belly. God knows I love this baby, but, I feel like Im the size of an
this way, her voice falls to a whisper. I have nightmares about it, that you walk away from me because Im fat.
Baby, youre gorgeous and pregnant, with my child. I can look at you all day in awe.
Even when I take up most of the space in the mirror?" she asks turning around looking into the full length mirror.

Ill show you, how much I worship you, I say to her and lift the hem of her dress slowly, adoringly. My fingers run ov
Take me to Church - Hozier Cover

Arms up, I murmur and she obeys immediately.Ive not look at the full length mirror, other than just glimpses, she a
body then. Remember Georgia?Christian, in Georgia, I was much much lighter, she says trying to cover herself with
arms.

Baby, Im going to make you see what a stunning woman you have become. I will show you what I see in you, how cra

Shes standing before the mirror with her bra and panties on. I unbuckle the clasps of her bra and slowly, reverently drop
the cups caressing her heavy, now much larger breasts. I toss it onto the nearest chair. Then my fingers trail down her arm
trail kisses on her shoulders. My eyes close in pleasure; her scent is simply intoxicating. My lips move on a mission and
head to the side automatically to give me access, her eyes closing in the process.
Eyes. Open. Now, I command; she opens them her long lashes sweeping up and down as she blinks. Her hair is up on
back of her neck. She leans against me, completely mesmerized with our image reflected in the mirror.

Why didnt take your clothes off? she asks in a low voice.Because I want you to focus on you, not me. Youre the exq

I trail my fingers down on her back and gliding my fingers with just enough pressure to make her aware of my desire, bu
alert to force her mind the feel every stroke. The steady rise of her chest speeds up when I reach her panties. I circuit my
fingers gently grasp her panties. I slide them down as I lower myself to the ground, lifting her feet up one by one then fre
Do you remember what I once promised you? I ask.
N...no, she stutters.

I promised you that I would worship you with my body. How could that change when you are carrying MY child in you
you, revere you, and worship you more. Youre giving me something I thought I would never want or have.

But you said, we could have kids before we got married...Yes, I know, I say with a little chagrin. I couldnt even th

but I dared to think of the possibility in the hypothetical with you... Then I knocked you up and here he is, I murmur wi
forlorn, I love you, Anastasia. You must know that. I will love in any shape and form but at this moment I love you the
miracle maker. And I love him, I say kneeling before her as my hands grasp her belly protectively. This little one is mi
world with his existence that our love created him.

Oh, Christian! she gasps, her fingers tangle inside my hair. She tries to lean down to my level, oh, bad idea, bad idea!

I quickly stand on my feet and hold her. As I rise to my feet, my eyes focus on the swaying curves of her breasts. Theyr
Anastasia notices the hunger in my gaze. I caress her breasts with my index fingers gently, feeling, jolting the nipples int
over her flesh eagerly invites me to touch her. Im hopelessly turned on, seduced and drawn to make love to my wife.

Do you have any idea how much I want you right now? I murmur as I squeeze her nipples and pull them. A loud moan
back in an all- consuming pleasure.

Please, sir! Show me... she begs, her hands grasping my biceps in desperation. Her breathing increased, her chest is ris
Really? Is it up to you Mrs. Grey? No, sir, but... she whispers.
Hush now, I murmur as circuit around my wife once with a single digit touching her body at all times, appraising her,
stands to attention.

Yes, she says in a breathy voice. Yes, what?Yes, sir.

Good girl. Now, lay on your back, I command. She does as shes told.

I show her the padded sex position sling to her.

I will wrap each of these padded cuffs to your ankles and the leather strap goes over your shoulders. This will make it e
murmur. It opens her legs up without spending much effort, and aides with her belly. If it gets uncomfortable at any tim
words, okay?
Yes, sir, she says in a breathy voice. I wrap the cuffs around her ankles and wrap the sling portion over her shoulders.

Now, raise your hands above your head, I instruct her and grab the leather handcuffs. Each handcuff is tied to a long le
headboard posts.

Now, keep your knees up, you shouldnt have to exert any effort. Your shoulders will do all the work, I order. She doe

her legs even

further apart for my appraisal. I can see her arousal glistening from her sex. I appraise her delicious look with evident lu

You know, Mrs. Grey... When I heard that you wanted to delay your maternity leave, I was angry with you. But we rem
wanted to teach you a lesson so you remember to communicate with me. Here you are lying bare in all your glory before
and deliberately playing with it. "I should perhaps still render some form of reminder, I tease.
No, sir! she demands.
Are you really I a position to make that demand, baby? I ask.
Im not, sir, but we compromised.

That we did, baby. So maybe, well compromise here as well. A middle ground perhaps. Not what you want all the way
trail the tail of the tie over her breasts.
Yes, please, she whispers.
Good girl. Im going to blindfold you with this baby, I say showing her the navy blue tie. She bites her lower lip.

Uh, uh, uh.... No biting, I order as I release her lip from the captivity of her teeth. Yes, sir, she nods with a smile, her

I lean down and gently blindfold her with the tie and then turn the music on and set two tracks on repeat. Jace Everetts
around our room reflecting my sentiment.
Jace Everett I wanna do bad things with you

I take the flogger with softest of the leather strands and run it over my wifes breasts languorously. A shiver runs through
the leather strands. I continue skimming across her belly, over her pubic bone and finally over her sex. Then I slowly cir
lift the flogger up and with a flick of my wrist move it land the strands on her exposed buttocks. The sting of it I know b
with just enough pressure

to excite and arouse her more but not to enough power to hurt. Two of the soft leather strands land on her sex, right on h
Ah! she groans.

Hush baby, I say as the soft leather rains over her inner thighs waking up all the nerves buried under the adipose tissue

You, Anastasia, are so beautiful! You turn me on like no one else can! I trail the strands over her breasts and flick the s
sensitivity, shes completely aroused.
Please, sir!

There. There. There, baby, I say soothingly. The strands caress her belly once more and land on her sex again three tim
tugging on her restraints.
Christian, I need you inside me! Please! she begs.

I rub her buttocks and inner thighs gently then slide two digits inside her glistening sex. She groans.

Baby, I breathe. You are so fucking ready. I slide in and out of her sex, locating her sweet spot and pleasuring her ag
floor and I climb onto the bed and between my wifes legs. Leaning down, I cup one of her breasts and brush my thumb
and a gentle touch is ready to detonate her around my fingers.

Ah! she moans. I entice, and coax pleasure from her breasts where the effects are felt in her sex. The waves start rollin
my fingers. Anastasia arches her back pushes her breasts into my palm and she moans my name in
utter ecstasy.

Hold, and dont come yet! I command and moving my fingers just the right amount of pressure so that she cant reach
No... no, sir! I need to!Really, Mrs. Grey? Did I say it was up to you?

Its up to you, sir!Thats much better.I continue coaxing her sex, and stimulating her nipples.I cant hold it! Please,
Ana?I want, you, Christian Grey, on me, inside me, all over me!
Then my face moves closer to hers. I move the tie from over her eyes as I hear the repeated words to Insatiable.
I quickly untie her legs freeing the ankles and rub them.
Darren Hayes - Insatiable

You shall have me baby! I say, but first I want your mouth. I wont release your arms from the handcuffs right away
she licks her lips sensually. Situating her with some pillows, her head is elevated. My cock is her eye level and she looks

I only want you to take in the tip, I order. But my wife is in a I can-do-whatever-the- hell-I-want mood. Her head wo
cock, her tongue and lips expertly fellating and licking along the way.
Slow, Ana, slow! I say as I try to regain control of my senses.

Ffffuuuck! Shes getting me back. Her tongue skillfully swivels around the crown with enough suction to get the chrom

Thats enough, baby! I say and start pulling my cock out of her mouth, but she closes her lips right around my shaft m
then withdraw my cock out with a suction of her lips. I languorously move down to her sex and slowly insert the tip of m
not to the hilt.

I want more, Christian! I wont break! Anastasia complains and lifts her hips up to meet mine, effectively receiving all
sweet to tease her longer. I still, and savor the moment. Then lowering my body, I capture her nipple within the warm we
moving inside her, really moving, harder and faster pounding into her again and again.

Oh, God! Yes! she shouts. I know the pleasure is building up in her. Her body is ripe and ready. She clenches deep insi
embracing with the sweetest of love. I flex my hips just to prolong the pleasure longer, change the angle

of my thrusts but by the time the songs are making their third round since I entered into my wife, I let go, and drill into m
making both of us moan, and once Anastasia reaches her peak, her sex starts eliciting all I can give her, I too shout my re

When we are both breathless and assuaged, I lean down and give her a long and lingering kiss. I pull out then kiss her be

I then release her arms from the restraints and walk into the bathroom to clean myself then my wife. I rub the arnica crea
wrists,

ankles and buttocks with my wife grinning.Am I that funny, Mrs. Grey? I ask.Not funny, just pleasing, Mr. Grey. Thi

Im glad to hear that wife, I respond. Finally, I cover her, switch off the music and turn out the dimmed light and I snu
around her, pull her to me.
I love you, Mrs. Grey. Sleep now, baby, I whisper.

I love you more, Mr. Grey, she says drowsily and she cant even finish the night in good night because shes already

***** *****

It had been uneventful three weeks and Anastasia, true to her promise took her maternity leave two weeks ago not becau
able to find comfort in any one sitting or lying position consequently she was tired all time. To take her mind off, she con
with her wedding preparations. Its the Rehearsal Dinner tonight for Kate and Elliot. Im the Best Man and Ana is the M
leave in about 3 hours and all the security measures have to be examined one last time this evening and put to test. There
in.
We are ready Mr. Grey. Mr. Pella and the team are ready for the final review, he says clearing his throat.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I better let them explain it, sir," he responds.
Fine, send them in, I order then send the e-mail I had composed for Ros including instructions for the next two weeks
scenario. Another knock from my door is heard. I look up.

Sir, Taylor says as a greeting. The heads of security teams file in consisted of Pella and Decimus, Welch, and Evans w
who heads my mom and dads and Citoli who is in charge of Mias security team take their place in my office.
Grey, says Pella shaking hands.Mr. Grey, resounds around the room as everyone greets me.

Pella looks agitated. I raise my eyebrows to question him. His lips are pursed into a thin line. In fact, all of my security p
their faces.
What the fuck happened? I ask with heightened alert and agitation.
I had a run in with our perp.

A run in? I take two long strides, coming face to face with him. The first time I notice his less than impeccable outlook
the shoulder of his expensive jacket is torn and hes dusty like he had rolled around in a wrestling match at a back alley s

When the perp stopped chasing Mrs. Grey I had to ask myself why he would do this from the point of view of an attack
valued possession securely contained and protected within your fort. Finding out the exact location that your prize is onl
would have to have a way to break and bypass all the defenses in place. The visible parts of the outer most layer of this d
security detail. But the security detail is managed by Welch. Thats the first line to breach; thats the primary command c
perimeter around his office. It turns out, that was a wise choice because a sniper tried to take me out this afternoon.
What the hell? I shout, horrified. Are you absolutely sure that its not something
related to your business?

Were quite sure, sir, says Welch pointing a spot on his jacket revealing a hole then opens up the flap showing what his
awareness, were both here to report this. Welch is composed and controlled but still wound up with intense anger.
Did you call the cops?

Of course, not, Pella says. Do you think cops who deal with local crimes can handle a hired killer who technically do
face in the room is somber. I pace the room in rapid, angry steps. Then I come back and stop in front of Pella.

I gather that neither one of you were able to catch him, I state. Its not a question. I chased him.But you didnt catch
next best thing, he says.

Unless you got his personal phone number and a sure date with him, I dont know any other information that could be b
I now know who he is!How? Who? Are you absolutely sure?

Dead sure, he says with a serious face. I have been dividing my time in Welchs headquarters and my temporary offic
setup I require, its easier to coordinate our efforts in the same location. We, he says making a gesture between himself
any place I go; we have a security perimeter setup. Sweeping a location is not enough if its not secured. I always have e
going to be somewhere sticking to a routine. And this qualifies for a routine. There are quite a few surveillance cameras
software to determine if anyone stuck out or was compatible with the airport image."
"You used yourself as a bait?" I ask quizzically.

"Yes, better me than Mrs. Grey. Because, I just didnt know when he would strike. We have confirmed visuals three time
certain that it was our perp. When a male fitting the descriptions went up to the roof of a building at a convenient distanc
at someone, we knew we had to pursue him. That revelation surprises me. I exhale my frustration finally.
How did you know that it was the perp?

After the first pass, my men informed that a possible suspect crossed the street. I wasn't at Welch's location yet. I conve
usual hour. His second pass occurred when I would have normally arrived. My men had followed him with eyes on the s
What? I ask. Airplane? Drone? Satellite? He opens his mouth to reply. Wait, I dont want to know if its not legal.

Oh, even if it was legal, I wouldnt share my security secrets with anyone, he grins for the first time. His face changes
When I had arrived after the second sweep, he appeared again; this time with a guitar

case in his hand. To the untrained eye, its an ordinary case, but the way he carried it, we knew that it was heavier inside
we would alert him to our presence and our knowledge of him being there. So, we had to be careful in our effort to captu
impossible at the distance he was, or do the next best thing which was to gather enough clues to his identity. We were ab

Can you catch him? I look at him square in the eye. The confirmation that the perp did not disappear sinks into the pit
anvil. I am bristling with nervous energy because here I am ready to take my wife out to an event where there may be po
my entire family will be participating in it! I cant stop it or avoid going on with our plans or day to day lives with fear. W
Thats why Im here.Do you have a plan in place to subdue him?

He made it very personal when he attempted to eliminate me. Im not big on forgiving and forgetting. Ill do more than
be known or fail in his mission in shooting me. That action just reaffirmed my suspicions of his deep level of involveme
threat to himself and his current mission and my ability to prevent him from achieving that end. I got a good look at him
long range rifle which is only made by one man and I know the maker. The alias he used coupled with his description ga
him and the former spy we rescued from Siberia was able to identify him with a code name he knew. I have men in the f
the aliases with the gun-maker who only makes specialized weapons for covert ops. I cant believe what Im hearing. W
after my wife?
Thats still not a name! I bark.

I dont need a name, Christian! Dont you get it? His real name which he had not used since he joined the service had b
never existed. I need people who can identify the aliases he now uses, the way he moves, the way he thinks, and the way
now, those are the things that leave a trail behind. And I have those!
I run my hand in exasperation.
Let me see the composite image, I say and Pella hands me a color image of a mans face and full body image. So, this
height, weight, hair color, eye color. I commit the information to my memory.
Did everyone else see this? I ask holding the paper to the security detail.
Yes, sir, answers Taylor.Were you aware of what was happening?
I had just been made aware right before coming into your office, sir. Everything must have had happened so rapidly.
Tell me again why were not contacting the police or the feds? I ask Welch, Pella and finally I turn to Taylor.
Profile as high as yours can bring out deep pocketed information seekers who

undoubtedly have informants who might jump at the chance to part with this information. Even with the slim possibility
the fact that it isnt hard to hack into the Police Departments records. He is well versed in technology. It wouldnt surpri
way feds are keeping any and all information about him from us even though weve submitted the partial print tells me t
information this perp is capable of reaching. So, were on our own, Pella concludes. Welch and Sawyer are voiceless.
Welch?I hate to agree but our hands are tied, sir.

All the security is in place. I have placed a number of security details in the wait, ballroom staff as well as those who w
detect a security breach, we will remove you and Mrs. Grey from the scene, Pella explains.
What about my family?

Evans, Citoli and ONeill, after looking at one another turn to Citoli to speak for the group.We each have an evacuation
Lets fucking get this bastard then! I say. Were going to leave in less than 2 hours.

Mr. Grey, we will leave as if everything is normal, Taylor says. We will have vehicles ahead of us leading the way an
before us going to a different location just to confuse any eyes that may be observing. I nod. When I get my hands on th

Welch and I will meet you at the location, Grey. We will leave after we speak to the rest of the security detail, adds Pel
Taylor, if I could use your office to change into a less conspicuous suit, one that is not ripped, Pellas veiled request is
to giving orders.
Of course, sir.
See you in a few hours, sir, Welch takes his leave and the rest of the group nod and leaves my office.
***** *****

To my relief nothing out of the ordinary happens at the Rehearsal dinner. But Anastasia gets short of breath and has excu
only a week away from the delivery now. To my personal delight, she leans on me often, needing my help and support w
even wanted to leave early to rest so she wouldnt be as exhausted for the wedding ceremony to fulfill her duties as the M
their best to honor Kate since its the rehearsal for Kate's special day, but neither women of my family could hide their e
grandmother and an aunt. I think my wife also excused herself to divert the attention back to Katherine in her absence, b
duties.

A few minutes into the drive to home, shes having difficulty keeping her eyes open. I hold her tight with her head on my
shoulders. As soon as Taylor pulls into the garage he opens the door and I make every effort to not to wake my wife up.
pregnant wife into my arms and carry her into our bedroom. I put her on top of our bed trying not to wake her but she m
Hi! You carried me in, she murmurs. Im quite heavy now. Her voice is chagrined.

With our child. Youre giving me a miracle, I murmur. I help her get ready to go to bed and slipping into my black paj
worry lacing my mind like a suffocating noose, I fall into a restless sleep.

***** *****

Please join me in congratulating Mr. and Mrs. Elliot Grey and put your hands together for their first dance as husband a
announces. Leonard Cohens Dance me to the end of love echoes around the ballroom among whistles and applauds.
Dance me to the End of Love - Leonard Cohen
Mrs. Grey, would you do me the honor of dancing with me? I ask leaning down.
Absolutely, sir. Just dont tell my husband! He would be maddeningly jealous, she says batting her eyelashes.

Is that so? If you werent so pregnant... I say shaking my head. She has her way of distracting me from the cares of the
dancing.

Once the song is over, I take her to our table only to be intercepted by my dad who wants to have the next dance with An
the dance floor, my mother approaches.
Sweetheart, is everything okay?
Yes, mom. Why wouldnt it be? I ask.
You and Katherine seem to be avoiding talking to each other, she asks quizzically. Oh, that. Katherine didnt want the
last minute, she also told me that she didnt appreciate having the backgrounds checked of her
family friends invited to her wedding.

I mean, I love Ana like a sister, Christian! But this is overstepping into our personal affair! You dont like it when other
and I am beyond pissed that you are trying to take control over it by exerting your security people and your oversized Ra
familys close friends! she accosted me after she arrived to the ballroom.

Im sorry to have to do this Katherine. If any one of your friends or relatives were treated with anything less than respe
person."

"Well, no. But that's not the point!" She waves her index finger at me.

"Unless your finger is injured, Katherine, I wouldn't advise you waving it at me. You are now marrying into the Grey fam
security is not an excess but a vital necessity. You will get used to it. I explained calmly.

Elliot," she calls out, slightly raising her voice getting his attention when he was talking to a wedding guest. When he c
demands, "Please tell your brother that I dont want to get used to his ways! Im marrying Elliot Grey, not Christian Gre
your overbearing personality, but I wont have it! she hisses.

"What is going on here, Kate?" Elliot asks confused."I don't want his security detail here. Period! My parents are quite u
If thats how you feel Katherine, my wife and I will be scarce as soon as our duties are completed, I say nonchalantly.

What? Noo!! Im sorry, I didnt mean that! Im just stressed with the last minute additions, Christian! It is stressful eno
inconvenience to my guests!

Kate, Kate, calm down baby! Elliot tries to soothe her. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Her mother and fa
eyeing the exchange between us.
Is everything alright? asks her mother concerned.

Yes, mom. Everything is fine, she smiles back at her mother brightly, then taking Elliot's arm, moves away, leaving me
Ill ask her to dance mom. Shes upset about the additional security I had to take on board last minute. I explain.

Oh, Christian, you know this is Kates day. You dont need to be so paranoid about security. Jake Hyde is in prison for m
are! Im sure you wouldnt be too pleased if someone else had brought a small army of their security personnel to your w
means to provide proper security. This is insulting to them, Mom berates me, eyeing less than happy Kavanagh patriarc

No, mom, we are not safe at the moment. My voice is barely a whisper. We have one other threat that we had not bee
vigilant until the perp and the person or persons orchestrating this are caught. Until then, I will offend anyones sensibili
My mother gives me a perfunctory smile, not fully comprehending how grave the situation can be if I lighten up.

At least explain it to Kate so her day is not ruined. Shell understand. Shes family now, my mom says softly, giving m
dance floor and tap my brother on the shoulder.
May I cut in to dance with my new sister? I ask. My brother makes a showy bow,
then says, Ive got my eyes on you little bro! then grins and gives Katherine a loud kiss.
Christian, she greets me coldly. I put one arm above her waist and clasp her hand with the other hand.

Katherine, I respond just a degree or two warmer. You look very beautiful. My brother is a lucky man, I compliment

As am I, she says with a quizzical smile. Christian, I know youre not dancing with me to compliment me. So, whats
Yes, she will make a great journalist someday.

I wanted apologize for any inconvenience the additional security may have caused to your familys existing security de

Its more than an inconvenience. Its an insult to my parents as if they cant provide the

adequate safety for the likes of you. Cant you see how arrogant and self-important this is? she asks exasperated. Its m
paying for it! Not you! I know you love Ana, and Im so sorry that she had endured what she did with Hyde, but hes beh
give into paranoia, she says self-righteously.
Do you love my brother? I ask her.
What sort of question is that? I love him more than anyone I know, more than myself, she responds offended.

Thats how I would describe what I feel for Ana and yet its still not adequate enough description for me. I love her so m
would be maddening. Yes, Hyde is in prison but we have detected a different, more dangerous threat. I wish I could say t
in itself is bad enough, but hes not. Hes a professional, killing is his profession. Hes relentless, unshakable so far and h
getting into a high profile event only billionaires allowed to enter and just took shots at two of my high level security adv
you not take every precaution to protect the one person you love? Protect the safety of your entire family? I just realize
speechless and her mouth is agape.
Living in a World Without You

What? I... she clears her throat. I..." clears throat again. "I had no idea. Is Ana... Are we... she blinks a few times. W
of us?
I dont know exactly, but my security advisers think that its mostly myself and Ana but we dont want to take chances
family until this
blows over. Ana and my dad walk towards us. The song they have been dancing must have been over.

I had the pleasure of dancing three dances with lovely Ana, my dad says, "but I think she would like to sit down now."

Someone has been somersaulting with the music, Ana adds smiling then she takes in the matching somber expressions
with worry.
Whats wrong? she asks.

Did you know what was happening Ana? Why wouldn't you tell me about it? I was berating you Ana! Im so sorry for r
around! Kate says in a fast pace holding Anas hands looking at her confused face.
What? Ana asks.

I had no idea there were death threats or that Christians security personnel was shot at yesterday! Here I was being self
security because they were under the wedding planners way!
I could kill Kate for this! She fucking can't keep her mouth shut!

What? Who got shot, where? And who is... she looks up at me disappointed. You tell Kate that I am danger, or youre
Her look says it all. Why wouldn't you tell me? Disappointment and hurt is written all over her face.

You didnt know! Kate is horrified as her hand flies to her mouth. Why wouldnt you tell her? She has a right to know

Perhaps, we can discuss this some other time, my father says as he takes Kates arm. Luckily, everyone seems to be da
and we look
like were having a lively family chatter.
Anastasia holds her back in pain. A trickle of water drips between her legs and puddles at her feet.

My water broke! Her voice is anxious, worried and her face is crumpled with pain. Thats exactly why she wasnt tol
her feet.

Taylor! I shout and before the word is out of my mouth, Taylor and Melissa are already with me. Sawyer is bringing t
dad rush behind me.

Whats wrong? Mia asks.Show time! Melissa answers.What? Then the realization must have dawned on all of the
coming?

Yes! I say as Taylor and Melissa parts the dancing crowd towards the exit. The baby is coming at the middle of fuckin