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BOOK III - CHAPTER I - Christian and Anastasia Fanfiction
I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread
softly because you tread on my dreams. (William Butler Yates)
I’m lost in the
moment, time stretches, and my woman is in my arms, our kiss lingering. I love
her beyond love. What is beyond love? Love feels like a simple emotion compared
to what I feel for Anastasia. What I wouldn’t do for her? Simply nothing...
There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her. I would take her any way she would
be willing to have me; I’m not too proud to admit that whatever she gives me, I
will take, and she gave me all of her.
Grey,” I say reverently, and she smiles as wide as she can. Her smile lights up
my world in more ways than one. Desire courses through my veins, and instantly
I am on top of her.
All I want is you - U2
“I need you Ana! You’re
all I think about, all I feel... Sometimes it’s hard to function. If I loved
you any more, I don’t know if I could do anything else, but be in you 24/7
around the clock.” I whisper fervently into her lips with all the intensity of
my emotions. Her eyes widen; the pupils are getting bigger nearly covering all
her blue until it’s just a small rim of blue around the black. It is so fucking
hot! I have to have her, here, and now! My cock is in full salute mode, and I
rub it on her sex; my erection is protesting its confinements, raring to get
out. As I rub myself on her even with my pants and her dress as barriers
between us, the sensation she’s feeling is too much for her to bear; she tilts
her head to the side, her eyes roll back as she moans with pleasure.
breath and racing heart, her fingers fumble shakily with my zipper, and
instantly her hand is inside my boxers, rubbing my erection and cupping my
balls. I groan loudly and push my hips into her greedy hand.
“Let’s get you
naked, baby,” I say anxiously. I’ve never wanted her as much as I do now, and
considering I’m a halfcocked gun for her almost all the time, this is saying a
(Celine Dion - Alone)
arches, and her hands fist the flowers that she has been laying upon the floor
of the boathouse. I pin her effectively under me on the floor;the dull lights in the boathouse, the sea of
vibrantly colored wild flowers, the rustic walls, and the sounds of the lazily
lapping water below the boathouse create a magical place to make love in.
gets damp with all the exertions, and a thin sheen of sweat covers my body. My
lips travel to her neck and she turns her head to the side to allow me easier
access to her. I nip her jaw, and neck and slowly make my way within the valley
of her breasts. My thumb and forefinger captured her nipple, and I roll it, and
tug it as I capture her other nipple with my mouth; I suck her deep and hard making
her shout my name out loud, “Christian! Please!”
I give her a
lascivious grin with her nipple between my teeth tugging it gently. “All in
good time baby... I want to make love to you,” I murmur.
“Please, I want
you so much. I’m ready now!” she says pushing her hips up to meet my eager
cock, but I stop her by clamping her body between my legs.
slow... Savor it...” I urge her. My mouth and lips move down to her belly and
my tongue assaults the small tight hole of her belly button, as my hand cups
her sex palming her clit, and dipping one and then two fingers into her
inviting, now drenched sex. My other hand effectively rolls, tugs at her nipple
and knowing the sensations will travel to her core; she moans in response, and
her body almost levitates off the ground with pure pleasure.
please, take me!”
My mouth travels
to her sex, and finds her eager bloom. I nip at her sensitive spot lightly and
she nearly convulses. I swirl her core, and her clit, and dip my tongue into
her tight opening, rolling it inside of her counter clockwise, touching her
sensitive spot on the front wall of her vagina; assaulting her relentlessly. As
my hand pleasures her breast, my tongue is making love to her; I use my other
hand to rub her clit, and her pleasure scale tips over and she gets her double
orgasm. As the waves of orgasm are rolling over her body, and contracting her
inner core, I hover over her, and sink my aching cock inside her inch by inch.
When I’m balls deep, I stop for a second and enjoy our oneness, unity, and connection.
It’s almost heavenly, as we are now one body, and one soul. The waves of her
orgasms are still rolling through her and the contractions inside her sex are
pulling me deeper, urging, and begging for the friction my cock can provide and
I oblige. I pull back slowly, and raveling in the response her body is giving
me, sink back in as her sex pulls me back deeper to that special spot begging
to be rubbed, and touched, and alerted, ringing all the bells, and firing all
the synapses within her body.
My lips find
hers, and I slowly start kissing her, matching my pace with her sex. Slowly,
leisurely, savoring, feeling every little movement, wanting it last forever.
Our lips mold to each other, I suck at her lower lip, and she moans with
pleasure in my mouth, and it triggers some desire in me firing me up, and my
tongue dips into her mouth finding hers, and fucking each other in both ends,
and when I suck her tongue, her hips automatically lifts up, making my cock
find the deepest spot in her, and her legs wrap around me, pushing my ass,
urging my hips to remain locked a little longer. I gyrate my hip in that
particular spot without pulling out, rubbing that special place in circles, and
I feel her building up again. It excites me more, and I pull back, and increase
my tempo and speed. My cock goes in and out relentlessly pounding into her, our
lips locked, her nails digging into my back, something I couldn’t tolerate
before, and now, I can’t live without. As one of my hands holding her exquisite
ass to help my cock to get deeper still, the other is rolling, and tugging her
her pleasure in my mouth, making me reach to my peak, and I groan an incoherent
rendition of her name, and pour everything I’ve got in her, marking my woman,
fucking and making love, merging our bodies and souls all at the same time. I
finally collapse on her,thoroughly
fucked and completely sated.
“Can we marry
tomorrow?” I murmur to her. I don’t think I can handle not having her one
hundred percent completely belonging to me for much longer. Not just as a
girlfriend, not just as a fiancé, but I want her as my wife. I want her every
way possible. I want everyone to recognize her as mine, as I am hers and that
we belong to each other. I want to be legally recognized as the one who can
make decisions for her; I want to be her next to kin, and I want her to be
mine. I want to be the one who is responsible for her, where she is recognized
as my wife, and I, her husband. Hell, I want it to be recognized in the sight
of God, to seal the deal for all eternity!
What God has joined together, let no man put asunder. That’s
what I want out of our relationship... I want forever! I want what’s beyond
She murmurs a
dazed, “Hmmm,” as she lies on my chest, as I am sprawled on the floor among the
“Is that yes?” I
ask hopefully. It sounded like an affirmation.
“Hmmm.” I grin
at her sated, exhausted response. I’m pleased to find out, I can have that
effect on my woman.
are you incoherent?”
“Hmm.” I can
feel her grin, and her response makes me laugh with joy. I hug her tightly and
kiss the top of her head.
decided. Vegas, tomorrow, it is then.”
She raises her
sleepy head, “I don’t think my parents would be very happy with that,” she
Well, I don’t
want to be on the bad side of my in-laws. What does she want? I contemplate as
I absently thrum my fingertips on her gloriously naked back like the ominous
four horsemen of the apocalypse. I stop it with the thought, and just caress
“What do you
want, Anastasia? Vegas? A big wedding with all the trimmings? Tell me.” I don’t
want to shortchange her of her dreams because I want to have her immediately. I
want her to be part of the decision. I want her to remember the beginning of
forever. I am told repeatedly by my sister that all little girls imagine their
wedding day. I wouldn’t want Anastasia to be deprived of that if I can help it.
“Not big... Just
friends and family.” I can do that. I can do anything she wants. Vegas, small,
big, anything in-between. I just want her...in any shape and form she’ll have
She gazes at me
trying to gauge my reaction.
“Okay,” I say
nodding. “Where would you like to have it?”
place? Would they mind?” she asks. Mind? I can already imagine my mother
screaming in that way that I now come to equate with pure ecstasy.
I make a rude
sound. “My mother would be in seventh heaven to say the least.”
then. I’m sure my mom and dad would prefer that,” she replies softly. I stroke
her hair, push the strands that came loose with our lovemaking behind her hair.
established where, now the when.”
should ask your mother,” she says as if I could grant my mother an endless
amount of time.
Everything I do, I do it for you - Bryan Adams
“Hmm.” She would
want a very long time, as is the tradition in the upper crust of the society to
get everything perfect, and nice, and print worthy in the society pages, but, I
don’t give a shit about that. I will only grant her the maximum amount of time
I can tolerate without having Anastasia as my wife. “She can have a month,
that’s it. I want you too much to wait any longer.”
have me,” scolds Anastasia. “You’ve had me for a while. But okay-a month it
is,” she says kissing my chest, a gesture I couldn’t tolerate before, but now it’s
something I desire immensely. She lifts her head up to look at me and we lock
gazes. She smiles in that way that tugs at my heart strings. My lips descend on
hers effectively silencing her and we make love once again on the bed of
(Celine Dion - A New Day Has Come)
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The phone rings
insistently. It is only 8:01.
never let the phone ring more than three times!”
“Oh, God! I’m so
sorry!” she says fumbling on her words, and her voice cracks when she answers
Grey Enterprises Holdings. This is Olivia. How may I help you?” she says
swallowing, and hoping that it isn’t Mr. Grey. He scares the hell out of her,
and makes her jumpier than Mexican jumping beans.
“Olivia!” says a
soft crooning male voice on the other end of the phone. “Listen sweetie,” he
draws on the word instantly calming Olivia’s jumpy heart. “Mr. Grey,” he says,
then correcting himself adding, “Christian
I mean, apparently got engaged on Saturday, and he forgot to send me an
invitation to the celebration. I’m sure it was an oversight given that he had
that horrendous accident only the day before. Although, we’re not as close friends
as I would like us to be, but we have had a dinner or two together, and I was
wondering, sweetheart, do you by any chance know her name?”
her throat. She wants to be helpful. This is her Job Number 1. Andrea insists on
it. Her scrutinizing gaze is on her already, assessing her every word, every
gesture. The first thing Andrea told her when she started her internship is
that she has to smile into the phone. The recipient of the smile may not see
her, but the smile would be carried through her voice. She really wants stay at
GEH permanently once her internship is over. It’s after all the best company in
Seattle. So she smiles as big as possible into the receiver.
sir?” Olivia asks in her most professional voice.
fiancée of course darling. I’m sure he told his staff about getting engaged.
This is after all Christian Grey!”
Olivia racks her
brain. She knew they all had a standing order to get Miss Anastasia Steele
through, because she is his girlfriend. Mr. Grey had never been the same since
he started seeing her. Even Ros was getting curious about it, and she’s been there
the longest. They were all trying to pry it out of Taylor. So, he must be
serious about her. He had a meeting with her and Andrea that Miss Steele was to
have top priority. No matter what he is doing, she is to be put through the
phone, or find him.
“Olivia? Are you
there sweetheart?” He sounds so sweet. She hates disappointing him. She clears
her throat, and Andrea crosses her eyebrows. She must have sounded
“Yes, sir, I’m
here,” she answers in her most professional and charming tone.
He must have
smiled into the phone, because his voice is even sweeter now. “You see, I’m a
bit disappointed, but I was hoping to send a gift basket and flowers for the
happy couple. It’d be a dreadful shame and disrespectful if I didn’t know her
name to put on the gift basket and the flowers.”
“Oh, of course,
sir. But, I’m not sure if Mr. Grey and Miss Steele are engaged. We weren’t told
“Did you say
Miss Steele? What’s her first name?”
Andrea’s eyes go
wide, and they’re about to jump out of their sockets; her color turns into a
mix of crimson and puce in an instant, she looks like she is going to blow her
top, and they call her “Frosty.” She looks more like the She-Devil now and
walks in her 4 inch heels briskly towards Olivia.
The man in the
phone knows that his time is short when he hears, “Olivia!” through the
earpiece of the receiver.
engaged?” he asks hastily.
she is in deep shit, answers, “I’m sorry sir, I’ve no way of confirming or
denying Miss Steele and Mr. Grey are engaged!” and Andrea grabs the phone out
of her hand, and icily speaks into the mouth piece.
are you calling from?”
“Who said I was
calling from a tabloid? I work freelance. Now I can sell the info to the highest
bidder. Good day!” he says and the phone goes dead.
Andrea turns on
her heels to glare at Olivia who is now wishing the floor would crack open and
swallow her. Andrea looks like Mount Saint Helen spewing shards of ice, and
Olivia is on the receiving end.
Shit!” laments Andrea with her eyes bulging, her cool is slipping. She paces
around in her high heels clicking on the marble floors decidedly as if she’s
stepping all over Olivia who now flinches her eyes brimming with tears.
“I’m so sorry!”
she whispers fervently.
“Do you have any
idea what kind of trouble you got us both
in?” She opens her mouth to spew again, but the phone rings once more. Olivia
whimpers and her hand reaches out to the phone automatically.
Andrea speaks sternly and she runs to the phone so fast, Olivia imagines that
Andrea looks like Usain Bolt in high heels in reaching to the phone. Andrea
picks the receiver up, and answers in such a calm and professional voice,
Olivia thinks she imagined being yelled at only twenty seconds ago.
GEH. Christian Grey’s office. This is Andrea speaking. How may I help you?”
Andrea. This is Anthony Decimus. I’m Alex Pella’s secretary. Mr. Pella has flown
upon Mr. Grey’s request from overseas. However he had to leave an important
business unfinished, therefore he must return once completing his examination
of Mr. Grey’s helicopter. Mr. Pella has seen the EC135 and he would like to
share his findings with Mr. Grey. When can he see him today?” He sounds
cultured, other worldly, well educated, and completely in charge.
Decimus...” Andrea starts.
please,” he corrects her.
“I’m not sure
what time Mr. Grey is coming in today, but he is coming. I know that Mr. Grey
would be most anxious to speak with Mr. Pella as we’ve been trying to reach
him. What is Mr. Pella’s schedule like today?”
dedicated this entire day for Mr. Grey. We are currently at Boeing Head and
he’s still examining the helicopter, ma’am. Shall we say after lunch at GEH?”
“Yes, I believe
that would work, but just in case we have to make adjustments, would you give
me a contact number to reach you?”
Just then Andrea
heard Christian Grey’s sure steps followed by stealthy steps of Taylor. Andrea
jots down the number, and after hanging up the phone she grabs her tablet, and
ready to greet her boss.
there fresh coffee?”
there is,” answers Olivia rubbing her eyes violently before Mr. Grey shows up
right around the corner.
“Hop to it! Mr.
Grey is here!”
Grey with an unusually cheerful face and Taylor in his usual unreadable face walk
into the reception area.
Mr. Grey!” the girls greet him in unison and as usual Olivia jumping to her
replies, and walks into his office as he answers his cell phone in such soft
“Hi Baby!” he
says into the speaker but a shriek coming from the phone halts not only
Christian Grey in his tracks but everyone else present. Christian’s entire body
immediately tenses. Taylor’s body language mirrors his boss’s. He is so attuned
to Christian Grey, when Christian thinks of walking, Taylor moves. He is like
an extension of his body, a separate limb.
in the office.
right there! We’re coming.” Disconnecting his phone, he eyes Taylor grimly.
“Let’s go!” he says.
Andrea just stare at each other, scared and puzzled.
“What the hell
just happened?” says Andrea looking after the back of her boss.
Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins
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“Are we going to
SIP Mr. Grey?”
“No. To the deli
by the corner of her work.”
Taylor asks confused.
fucking paparazzi cornered her in the bathroom!” I growl on our way out.
I punch the
elevator call button; it couldn’t come soon enough. My foot tapping nervously,
as soon as the elevator dings open, I walk in with Taylor. He is on the phone
“Get the fucking
paparazzi out! Have the staff take her to a back room, a lockable room should
they have one.”
He listens, and
I extend my hand out to the phone.
is Miss Steele?”
“She’s in the
bathroom sir, a bit shaken. I’m so sorry Mr. Grey. I couldn’t possibly go into
the ladies room with her. She asked me to purchase a scone as she walked into
the rest room. I came to the bathroom door waiting for her as soon as I bought
her pastry. I was waiting at the door, and I just heard her scream. Of course I
barged in, and some paparazzi standing atop the other stall was trying to snap
pictures of her from above!”
“What the fuck?!”
“I broke his
camera, and...uhm... I might have broken his nose. He said he’d sue.”
tries to take a picture of my fiancée in a ladies bathroom and he wants to sue me
for having you for protecting her? Fuck that! Where is Ana?”
coming out of the bathroom Mr. Grey. She’s too shaken. So, I’m just not letting
anybody into the bathroom; I’m standing right in front of the bathroom door.
The owner put a sign before the door here. It’s deterring others from entering.”
I ran my hand through my hair exasperated. The elevator door opens in the
Garage level. We run to the SUV.
“By the way Mr.
Grey there is a small army of photographers and paparazzi waiting to ambush
outside. When Taylor drives you, have him pull up to the back of the deli,
there is a delivery entrance for receiving. Frankly sir, the state Miss Steele
is in, I don’t think there’s any way we can make it back to SIP on foot with
Miss Steele being so upset.”
Taylor opens the
door to the SUV, and I slide in still talking.
going to walk! We’re coming. Have the owner close the place down now. One hour
only. I’ll pay double the cost, whatever he’s going to make by closing the
place down. We need to use the delivery access.”
“Yes, sir!” and
I hand the phone back to Taylor.
“ETA is 8
minutes, Sawyer,” Taylor says in an even tone, and listens.
“The same rules
apply. It’s a fucking emergency, and there’ll be more of it in the near future.
Secure the scene... Yes... Okay... See you in six!” and hangs up and hits the
I’m so fucking
angry! I hope to God the fucking photographer is not there, or else I’ll kill
him! Tension is exuding all over my body. When we reach the deli, the SUV’s tires
screech in the back of the receiving. There’s a giant trash container that
Taylor narrowly avoids hitting before coming to a full stop. I rush out the
door, and Taylor mutters a curse under his breath before he doubles behind me.
The door is open and a teenage boy with zits all over his face is manning the
“Who are you man? No one’s supposed to enter
here!” he says in a courageous but awkward voice.
immediately appears when he hears the teenager.
Jason. He’s Mr. Grey.”
With the mention
of my name he gives me a big grin. “She’s right in there,” he says pointing to
the restroom. A quick glance to the place tells me that there are only
employees here who are idly cleaning around, and Taylor finds the owner
immediately to take care of business.
“Sawyer,” I say
nodding at him to the side.
“Yes, sir,” he
replies in an even tone which is commendable because I am in a murderous mood.
“He left in the
police custody. Someone from here called the police.”
“Did they talk
“No, sir. She
was too upset and refused to talk to anyone until you got here.” I nod. I walk
into the bathroom nervous not knowing what state I’m going to find Anastasia
in. I push the door open, and I look down with the crunch of broken glass under
my feet. The camera. There is still a trail of dripped and dried blood on the
“Go away!” comes
the sound from one of the stalls.
“Is that how you
greet your fiancée?” I reply relieved.
The stall door
opens and hits the wall immediately, and I find Anastasia hurling herself at
me. Her eyes are red from crying, and she clings to me, her heart still beating
fast, and her tears start rolling anew.
here now. What happened?” I say trying to keep the tension away from my voice.
“I don’t know,
Christian. This guy just peeked from the side stall and said, ‘Miss Steele?
Miss Anastasia Steele?’ I automatically said ‘yes’, and he started snapping
pictures of me in the bathroom from above. I couldn’t move! I felt so...so...
exposed,” she says shaking. “I must have screamed. Then Sawyer rushed in and I
heard him yanking the guy off the stall and then there was a fight...” she says
“Fuck! Did he
see you exposed?”
“I was sitting
on the stall, my skirt lifted, and my panties down. No, I don’t think he got a
good look at my ass, but I was so scared!” she snaps at me.
“I have to up
the security,” I say angrily. I didn’t want her to go to work today, hell, I
don’t want her to go to work, ever! I can take care of her.
“Why did you
come to the deli? Didn’t you have enough breakfast?” trying to change the topic
to calm both of us down.
“I did. Just
that I remembered their scones, and wanted to have one for later with my tea.
Sawyer said ‘I’ll get it for you Miss Steele,’ and I told him I’d go to the
ladies room. I wasn’t expecting a man to follow me here,” she says hugging me
“Shall I take
you home?” I ask. She shakes her head violently.
“I.... no. I
want to go to work.” I want to protest, and I’m getting infuriated by the
second, but I rein in my anger.
were nearly attacked by a fucking paparazzi. There’ll be more of that in the
future now that they got a whiff of who I’m marrying. I can protect you better
if I can keep you home,” I say through gritted teeth.
can’t keep me home all the time. I’m not an eye candy, or an arm decoration.
I’m my own person. I want to work. I was just...shocked by the ambush. Had I
known this would have happened, I would be more cautious. It’s the way he
approached me that scared me. In the bathroom stall for God’s sake!”
“Ana, I’m a high
profile man. There’s not only the paparazzi, but all kinds of people I’d like
to protect you from. People with wealth have a lot of enemies, or opportunistic
jackals. Once they know you’re in my life, you’re in danger. I have to protect
you. But you have to let me! You need to listen to me, and follow directions.”
she starts protesting in a way only Anastasia can.
say firmly. “Your safety is not negotiable. If you want to work, fine. But, you
have to follow the security protocols. You’re not under the radar anymore.
You’re visible. It would kill me if anyone harmed you in anyway because of me.
Do you understand that?” I say fervently taking her head into my hands. She
nods reluctantly. Once we get married, once she’s mine completely, she will
promise me in the sight of God and everyone else to obey me. For now, I can
remain silent for a little while longer, or spank the shit out of her which
clearly the second option is out. Fuck!
“So, work it is
then. But, don’t leave the building. Taylor and I will collect you after work.
Christian,” she says hugging me tighter.
announced our engagement Saturday night to only your family and friends. How did
they learn about it so quickly?”
nose smells the bachelor blood and high profile engagements, marriages, or
scandals like the blood hound within hundred miles of radius,” I say. “Now that
the cat’s out of the bag, we have to make a formal announcement. I’ll talk to
PR when I get back to the office.” She nods.
Every Breath You Take - Sting
We drive the
short distance to SIP and go to the back entrance of the publisher as the front
of the building has a small army of photographers waiting. I make a mental note
to talk to Welch to up the security in the building. I walk Anastasia all the
way to her office, and ask her again if she really must wants to stay at work
today even though I know what her response would be.
I need to learn to deal with it. If this is the package that comes with you, I
accept it,” she says hitching my breath. She takes me at my worst, how can I
not desire to give her my very best?
“I’m so glad you
called me. I want to be the one who comes to you to meet all your needs. I want
to be the one saving you, although I’m fucking mad that it happened, that some
fucker violated your privacy in such a crude manner. So, no going out, until I
get you, okay?”
Christian,” she replies.
“Good girl. We
need to get you an assistant, so she can get your scones, and lunches from now
on,” I say and kiss her.
“Yes, a ‘she’. I
can’t bear it if a man was working for you, and seeing you longer than I do in
any given day,” I say firmly.
acquiesces.“I love you Christian.”
My gaze softens,
“and I, you, Ana.”
When Taylor and
I walk back to into my office, both Andrea and Olivia jump to their feet.
your tablet and come in right away!” I say without a preamble. She doubles her
steps behind me.
alright this morning sir?” she manages to ask.
“No, damn it!
They ambushed my fiancée in a public restroom. Does that sound like
Steele and I are engaged. That’s what I need you for, right now. I want you to
get in touch with the PR, and we need to formally announce our engagement, and
I’ll provide you with a picture so that they don’t go ambushing Anastasia in
sir?” she asks swallowing, looking uneasy.
“Yes. Is there
something you need to tell me?”
straight, hold her head higher, nervously tug a non-existing strand of hair
behind her ear, and hug onto her tablet like a life raft. My gaze pierces her, and my jaw tightens.
“I’m so sorry Mr.
Grey. This morning, someone called the GEH pretending to be your friend, and he
said he was going to send a gift basket and flowers to congratulate your
engagement, and asked your fiancée’s name. I’m sorry to say that I was unable
to get to the phone before Olivia said she didn’t know whether you and Miss
Steele were engaged.”
Fuck!” I yell, and jump to my feet, walk to the door with brisk footsteps, and
open the door wide.
“Olivia! Get in
goes crimson immediately, and walks into my office with faltering steps.
“Yes Mr. Grey,”
she says swallowing, her eyes brimming with tears which I have no sympathy for.
did you tell the paparazzi?”
exactly paparazzi Mr. Grey. He told Andrea that he was working freelance,” she
says and even Taylor rolls his eyes.
“Are you fucking
stupid or what? He wasn’t working for one tabloid! He was working for all! Do
you know the misery you’ve put Miss Steele through this morning? Would you have
liked it if paparazzi were trying to snap ‘candid pictures’ of you when you
were peeing in a public restroom?”
“I’m so sorry
Mr. Grey. I did tell him that I couldn’t confirm or deny that you and Miss
Steele were engaged!” she utters. My chest is heaving in anger, and I run both
my hands in exasperation.
completely insane? He was trying to find out who Anastasia was, and you gave it
to him freely! You set Anastasia up for an ambush! Fuck that!”
“Stop with the
waterworks, and get the hell out of my office! I don’t want to see you for the
rest of the day!” I bellow.
“Am I fired,
“If you keep
standing there, you will be! I don’t want to see such incompetence again at
such a price. Andrea, send her to training for her to learn what I require from
my immediate staff. “ Andrea stares at me.
“Now!” I yell,
making her jump.
You have to give
it Andrea the proper credit for being one of the few people who can take my
glare, and not wither under it.
“Yes, sir. I
will attend to it immediately. However, Mr. Pella is in town, and he is only in
town for today. His secretary called asking for a meeting with you this
afternoon. He has examined Charlie Tango, and would like to share his findings
with you, preferably after lunch at GEH, sir. I have to call and confirm the
time with him. Although he has said that Mr. Pella is dedicating today for you,
so anytime you’d like to meet him, sir. Mr. Pella will be departing for
overseas again to tend an unfinished business at the end of today. Would after
lunch be a good time for you to meet Mr. Pella sir?” she says in one and a half
breath in rapid fire.
I take a deep
breath, and exhale.
“Yes, clear out
my afternoon schedule. I don’t know how long this would take.”
“Yes, sir,” she
Here’s the letter I would like to be couriered along with the check drawn
forLen and Evelyn Mattson,” I say
extending the envelope.
“Have you had
the check drawn in their name?” I ask.
“Yes, sir. I
have the paperwork here, for you to sign,” she says extending the paperwork and
I quickly render my signature.
“I want this to
be sent out today,” I say as I extend the paperwork back to her.
“Yes?” I reply
called, and asked if you could have lunch with him at Rover’s sir. He has made
“Has he now?”
“He was a bit
insistent, sir,” she says strained.
My gaze goes to
Taylor in his usual corner. He looks his usual taciturn self. The only thing
that gives his amusement away is the slight glimmer in his eyes.
“Fine. Let’s get
over with it. What time?”
“At noon sir.”
“Tell him I’ll
“I will schedule
Mr. Pella for 2:00 p.m. today which should give you plenty of time to get back
“Fine,” I say
with finality in my voice, and Andrea takes her cue and leaves my office.
I get to my
computer and type Anastasia a message.
Christian, I have to work. I want
to work. Let’s not hash this again, please. Although I too wish that we were at
home and lost in each other. Better yet, at the boat house, among the wild
flowers, and making love. Lots of it. It
was... the best night of my life. Ever!
Best night, eh?
For me as well. I love her so much the thought of someone might harm her is
like a rusty knife twisting in my heart. I can’t have her exposed to threats,
and dangers because of who I am. And Anastasia being Anastasia won’t listen to
me. It is both refreshing, and excruciating. Both poison and antidote. How can
I make her listen to me? How can I make her obey me so she is not exposed to
any danger. Any harm. How?
month... One more months and she will have no choice but to obey me. Because
she’ll be promising obedience before God and however many people we decide to
invite to our wedding. The thought gives me serenity in this fucking chaotic
I will promise
her this in my wedding vows:
‘I, Christian Trevelyan
Grey, take thee, Anastasia Rose Steele, to be my lawful wedded Wife, to have
and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer,
in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part,
according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.’
And she will
give me her promise.
Rose Steele, take thee, Christian Trevelyan Grey, to be my lawful wedded
Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for
richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till
death us do part, according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my
Yes, I will feel
immensely better when she promises to obey me.
“Mr. Grey, we
should get going if you are going to meet your father for lunch sir.”
I get up, and
see what gave my father a burning desire to have lunch with me despite the fact
he’s seen me all evening yesterday. I can think of one reason. And that has to
be nipped in the bud.
“Let’s go,” I
say more determined than ever.
“Mr. Grey, it’s an honor to have you here sir. Your company is waiting for you
in the private dining area. If you please follow me this way, sir,” says the
Maître D leading the way to a private, out of the prying eyes dining room.
When we enter
into the dining room, my father stands up greeting me as another man stands up
with him in his three piece professional, screaming
“Dad,” I greet
him apprehensively. Taylor’s gaze looks impassive, but he too is displeased. He
doesn’t like surprises if he’s not prepared for them.
notices my intonation, and conveniently ignores it.
is my colleague,Andrew Whitaker.”
“How do you do
Mr. Grey?” he says in a non-smiling, no-nonsense tone.
thank you, Mr. Whitaker. Although, I would like to know what your business is
with me today,” I say cutting to the chase.
He had the
impression of a smile on his lips, although it is hard to tell since he appears
to not have used his facial muscles to form a smile in a very long time.
“May we take our
seats first, and since you are already here, would it be possible to order
something to eat Mr. Grey? The food is exquisite here, and I would hate to see
it to go to waste,” he says in an unusually paternal tone. The way he talks
about food, and not wasting it, somehow pulls me into one of the seats.
“I’ll hear you
out, on account that my father asked you here. But, my answer will remain the
same,” I say and he nods his head.
“All I ask is
your time Mr. Grey, for the duration of the lunch, as a favor to your father
whom I shall be repaying a personal debt at the conclusion of this lunch. I’m
not making a sales pitch and neither would I need to do that, I promise you
that. I am retiring next month, and quite wealthy thanks to young people like
yourself. As anyone who is in the top of his game, we lawyers don’t need to do
any sales pitch to anyone. There is enough young, wealthy, and hormonal
population around who makes careless choices which in the end haphazardly fall
onto our very expensive laps.”
The waiter comes
with a menu.
“What can I
bring you to drink sir?” he asks.
“Sancerre. And I
want the Menu Dégustation. Thank you,” I say sending off the waiter.
I look at my
“Hear him out
son. This is not against Anastasia. This is to protect your future, to protect
what you have worked so hard to build for years. Don’t let a mistake take half
or more of it away from you in the end.”
Anger rises in
me. My father of all people should know me a little bit. Although no one knows
me well enough, except for Anastasia. What everyone fails to realize that, I’d
be destroyed if Anastasia decides to leave me. Whether I retained what I have
amassed is not important; because I’d be checking out of life. I’d be a shell
of my very fucked up former self.
I eye Taylor,
who is looking ahead, tense, and impassive. He dislikes the idea of me being
ambushed by an attorney as well, I note. Worse, I’m being ambushed by my own
father. What a fucking day!!
“Speak your mind
“Mr. Grey, a
small research on Google can easily indicate that you are worth, about 12.5
Billion Dollars. Give or take a few, although in your case it’s pretty much
solid since your assets are not based on stocks or shares of your company. You
own it all. You are by the latest estimates 25th richest person in
the entire planet. You’re genius in your own right.” He gives a shitload of
information, introduction to my own self; as if I haven’t met myself before!
“Now that you
introduced me, to me
Mr. Whitaker, what else have you got to say?” I say irritated.
please. Listen to him first,” my dad urges.
“Mr. Grey, do
you have any idea, how many people would sell their mother, father, siblings,
children and their own soul to get a fraction, a miniscule
fraction to get what you have? Any idea at all?”
My eyes grow
darker, and the accumulated rage is barely contained in a level, sharp, but
insinuating that my fiancée is after my money? How do you know that I haven’t done
any background check on her? How do you know that I’m not the one who persuaded
she wouldn’t mind signing a piece of paper that says, what’s hers is hers, and
what’s yours is your,” he says in an even tone to match mine.
“Are you trying
to mock me? Insult my fiancée, or ridicule us both? What my fiancée and I have-
which by the way is private- a joke to you Mr. Whitaker?”
“I assure Mr.
Grey, I have no sense of humor in the way you speak of, and neither would I
need to mock you and yours in any way. Everyone is capable of doing that all by
themselves. What I am trying to give you is the statistics if you will and the
lengths anyone would go, toy with the wealthy and handsome targets such as
yourself. The numbers are just simply boundless. I’m trying to tell you that
there have been people who were really, truly in love, with all the right
emotions invested into the relationship. But, people change over time. Life and
circumstances change. Desires and wants change. People grow apart, fall out of
love. How do you think I have amassed such a fortune? Although I am not in the
ranks you occupy, I am still one of the wealthiest men in this country. Because,
I’ve made my fortune with young people who once were in love and without nuptials.
Like the saying goes, ‘Marry in haste and repent in leisure.’ You have, but
known your fiancée for a very short time. It is imperative that you get your
prenuptial agreement. The spouses may take the ½ of the fortune, but we take...
Ohhh, anywhere from 35% to 50% of that chunk. You ought to know how expensive
we lawyers are. Do you think I would go and explain how I amassed my fortune?”
When the waiter
comes around the serve our food, everyone at the table falls silent, and he
serves the food professionally and quickly scuttles away.
“Mr. Whitaker, thank
you for your candid views, however cynical. What everyone fails to see is that,
nothing I have means anything to me if I don’t have Anastasia. She might as
well walk away with it all. I want her in my life, plain and simple. Separation
is not an option. We are going to be
married for life.”
My father shakes
“Son, I want
nothing more for you to be married for life. I want nothing more for you to
have what I have with your mother. I wish you all the happiness in the world.
But you must understand that any number of things can go wrong, because you and
Ana know each other so little. This can be an infatuation. She’s a wonderful
girl, and we love her dearly. Your mother and I are immensely happy that she
makes you happy. But, anything can go wrong. How well do you really know her?
She is after all your first girlfriend. You have not had anyone before. It is
I finally had
all I can take from the two lawyers one of which happens to be my father. I
stand up and slam my fists to the table. My own father makes assumptions about
me, about what my life is like!
“How well do you
know me father? Have I ever fucking brought anyone for you to meet before?”
Because she’s your first...”
“Dad! You are
wrong in all your assumptions completely. But to put it in a nutshell for you,
I will say this: I am fucking disappointed that you’ve decided to talk about my personal life,
my fiancée who seem to adore you, knowing how private I am in front of a lawyer
whom I met not ten minutes ago! You are talking about the most important person
I have ever had, I will ever have in my entire life! Yes, Anastasia is my first
girlfriend, but she’s more than that. She’s the first woman I ever fall in love
with. What’s more, she loves me! She is the only one I found worthy of
introducing to my family. Beyond any of that; she will be my last. There will
be no others, but her! The subject is closed. I am not making her sign any
nuptials. None. Zip! Nada!” I say through gritted teeth.
My father sighs.
turns to me and says, “in that case Mr. Grey, congratulations. I wish you all
the happiness in the world. Young man, you may sit down and finish your wonderful
food.” Then he turns to my father and says, “Carrick my friend, my debt to you
is repaid. Let us have lunch.”
“Mr. Grey, Mr.
Pella is here, sir,” Andrea announces over the intercom.
“Send him in
enters into my office with an air of confidence that have always exuded him in
his 6’2” stature, in his custom three piece suit, even his shoes are screaming
custom made Italian. He walks in a measured gait, economical movements as if
every step he takes is calculated, and he is in complete control of his
environment and not just his own life. He almost has a surge of power surrounding
and, enveloping him. He is an alpha among alpha males which is probably why we
hardly ever get together. We both like to be in control. Neither of us is
willing to surrender it even in the hypothetical.
He extends his
hand in sincerity with a wide smile on his face, and instead of gripping my
hand, he grasps my wrist as he always have done in the past, with the other
hand firmly hitting the side of my other arm.
“Grey! Glad to
see you in one piece my friend!” he says in a self-assured voice.
“Alex,” I give
him a solemn nod and an acknowledging smile.
I point to a
chair before my desk, and he sinks in it in an elegant crouch like a hunter. He
crosses his leg above his knee, and acknowledges Taylor in thecorner of the room.
he says nodding.
repliesTaylor in the same way military
man does to a higher ranking officer.
“How long will
you be in town?” I ask even though we both know I know the answer.
“I’m only here
for today. I came to help with the investigation of your EC135. And I have compiled
all the findings the experts come up and the security personnel...” he says
“I hear a ‘but’
“Yes, there is a
‘but’. I don’t have to tell you the kinds of aircrafts I know. I buy them, I
sell them, and I know them inside out. I’m sure that you have suspected foul
play when both your engines went down.” I nod.
conclusively confirmed that it is foul play after going through all the
evidence. And evidence as a concept is something like an ancient language. One
must speak it and read it in order to understand it. Otherwise, it is gibberish
to any other person. So few can read it even if they can speak it.”
you come in,” I say with a smile.
“Yes. I have the
technical reports here for you. But, I also managed to extract a partial print
which didn’t belong to you or your passenger.”
I straighten up
in my seat.
“A partial print?”
“Yes. We ran
some checks in some known data bases. Nothing came up... yet. However, as your
own head of security would agree, it doesn’t mean that the print doesn’t exist
in another database. If the print exists on your helicopter, so does the
person. In order to check the criminal records, I would dig deep and check
sealed records as well.”
“Why do you say
Alex leans in
and his dark blonde curls move with him. He narrows his turquoise eyes. His eyes
slightly shift to Taylor, and then look back at me. I nod at him understanding
his meaning. Taylor needs to hear it.
“Like I said,
reading signs is like reading an ancient language. The evidence that is present
as well as what isn’t there are important. A partial print left by a person who
hates you so much that he or she took the risk of being caught, and damaged
your helicopter in such a way that you would take flight, but that it would
fail you during your flight. He wanted to ensure that you were dead. He wanted
to ensure that you didn’t make it down alive. What’s more, he wanted to make
sure that it looked very much like an accident...” He pauses, sits back in his
seat and the leather of the chair accommodates him by sinking deep. He lets me absorb the impact
of the information he has given me.
“You said ‘he’.
How can you be sure?”
“I’ll get to
that. Now, this is a calculating man. But a little overanxious angry man; a man
who has possibly either lost everything to risk so much, or incredibly stupid,
but then the level of detail he put in, and the attention he paid to his deed,
one which you would have to admire from the devious point of view, makes me
think that he is in fact very intelligent,” he says making me frown, “you, my
friend, have an enemy who would go to extents to eliminate you, and take risks
an ordinary person wouldn’t. Only a man who has nothing to lose would do that.”
“Why not a
woman? Don’t they say, ‘hell has no fury like a woman scorned’?” I ask.
“No!” he says
firmly. “Women operate differently. They can be more devious than a man, but,
women like to let you know how you have scorned them, and how they are getting
even with you. Men in the other hand, first kill you and then measure the size
your dick, and then tell you how you won’t get to fuck with him again.”
“Is it just a
like sixth senses, Grey. Being a man who calculates his steps six months in
advance, I would never base a conclusion on a hunch. It may just be a starting
point, but never a conclusion. You have evidence enough to support that. You
just have to look in the right places. The answers are available for the right
frustrated. What the hell does that mean? Where do I get to look? I run my hand
through my hair. Fuck! I feel like I’m playing Jeopardy on “Everything You
Never Learned” category!
He shoves a
neatly arranged file with a CD.
“Your man Welch
has a copy of these results,” he says. I nod with a frown.
point is that I have an enemy who is a man. That’s it?”
written in stone, but I’m certain that it is a man. Your modern science calls
this ‘profiling’, doesn’t it? You may assume that I have psychological profile
of your ‘would be killer’. Someone who is extremely intelligent, angry, and
bent on some sort of revenge to the point of making sure you are dead. What’s
worse, he doesn’t care who dies along with you. That’s why he didn’t care that
you would have a passenger in your helicopter. They just become collateral
damage. That’s one hell of an enemy. If you’re anything like me...” he says
then smiles with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “of course, you are sort of
like me, I’d ask what toes you have crushed, but in my case, it’d be many.
However, I would assume that you have might also have a standing order of them
as well. We don’t get to be the kind of men we are; driven, controlled, and
ambitious and on top of everyone’s game to the point of obsession, and not make
a list of enemies.”
“How do I know
if it’s a recent enemy or someone in the past that is just waiting for the
right opportunity?” I ask with an impassive face, my rage carefully tucked
under the surface.
present itself in a short time. Because he has made this attempt, and nearly
succeeded will make him more daring, but also angrier for having failed. He
will try again for sure, against you and yours. To exert you the greatest pain
till he gets his assumed due, he may try to get to you through the ones you
value, most likely before he attempts to kill you again. He’ll let you know who
took you under, right before he takes you under.”
“How can you be
eyes darkened as if he morphed into a different man.
be what I would do, because I am on top of my game, but that’s what a raging second
best does. Someone who lost the alpha fight. First order of things for you must
be is to up your security for every
living person you value! For everyone you would grieve upon losing,”
he says as if he has gone through an experience so painful, even talking about
it in another man’s terms, gave him excruciating pain.
His mask of
assumed confidence slips back in place in just a few seconds.
the first order of things. Cover your ass, and the asses of those whom you
value while you’re investigating. You have a starting point, and your man Welch
is a shrewd one. You have a solid man protecting you in Taylor. They know what
to do in sweeps. Tighten the ins and outs to your properties, your places of
business you frequent, and obviously your modes of transportation,” he says
rising to his feet.
“I am here for
the duration of the day, but I have to leave tomorrow morning. I have an
unfinished business to attend.”
“Thank you Alex!”
I get up. As he extends his hand again his jacket opens up, and I notice a
concealed weapon in his jacket.
“Of course, I’d
feel naked without it.”
“How did you
pass my security with a concealed weapon?”
“You don’t want
me to give you tricks of the trade, do you now Grey?” he says with a boyish
grin I remember so well from Harvard. I smirk at him.
“Why do you have
to have a gun?” I can’t help asking because of my dislike of weapons.
“Well, Grey, I
thought it’d take too much time to manually insert the bullets into men who wished
me dead,” he says with a genuine smile.
“Isn’t that what
your exaggerated security is for?” I ask sarcastically.
“It’d be unwise
to not to for men like us,” he shrugs.
“I don’t know
how a gun would have saved me when my helicopter was going down,” I say acidly.
guns are tools. Your best weapon is your head which you seemed to have used
very well. But it doesn’t hurt to be aware of the tools your enemies might employ
and be proficient in them.”
“You and I will
have to agree to disagree on weapons as tools,” I say, and lead Alex out.
I open the
message as I stand with Alex Pella by the elevators. An idiotic grin comes up
to my face as soon as I see her name on my phone’s screen.
“By the way,”
Alex says after seeing my grin. “I hear that my congratulations are in order,”
he adds as his security joins him into the elevator car. Before the door closes
he adds, “if what I see from your smile is correct, you might want to make her,
your protection worthy asset number 1. Cura
ut valeas* my friend...” he says, and the door closes as I’m left
standing with my Blackberry in hand with an overwhelming dread that Anastasia might be taken away from me. I'd die. I'd be worse than dead. I shake my head to clear the thoughts. I have to hear her. I have to feel her presence...