Wednesday, December 12, 2012

BOOK III - Chapter IX - Christian and Anastasia FanFiction


Above, the fair hall-ceiling stately set
Many an arch high up did lift,
And angels rising and descending met
With interchange of gift.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Palace of Art”


“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Grey,” Geoffrey, our personal butler greets us after I walk into our penthouse with Anastasia in my arms crossing through another threshold, Taylor following me with our luggage.

“Welcome to the Sheraton Park Tower Hotel. I hope you have a pleasant stay. How may I be of service this evening?” he asks with bright eyes, expectant. I didn't want the butler tonight, but he’s here already.

Anastasia looks up at me after I let her stand up on her feet, amused. She already knows that I wanted us to be alone as soon as possible.

“Geoffrey, we won’t be needing your services tonight,” I say, and his face falls; he was expecting to do something for us.

“But, you can look after Taylor’s needs tonight,” I say pointing at Taylor whose eyes go wide. He’s not sure if he heard me correctly.

“Sir?” Taylor manages to utter.

“Geoffrey, will tend your needs this evening, and I think we’ll turn in since we've had a very long day,” I respond with an impassive face. He flushes crimson. Taylor never had anyone serve him aside from Mrs. Jones, and I don’t want to know the extent of the service. That’s between the two of them.

“Yes, sir. Come on Geoffrey,” he says acquiescing, and ushers the butler out of the penthouse.

“Well, Mrs. Grey,” I say looking at my wife with dark eyes. “We’re alone at last.”

“That we are Mr. Grey. Now that we are alone, what do you intend to do with me?” she asks coyly.

“Are you flirting with me, Mrs. Grey?”

“I sure am, Mr. Grey,” she says looking up at me from her long eyelashes.

“Come,” I hold her hand, “let’s find the bedroom, and the bathroom. I think we need a bath.” Her breath hitches and she looks at me desirous; her response turns me on big time. We walk into a large bedroom with wall to wall windows overlooking the London Eye and Hyde Park.

Anastasia takes one look at the sparkling view and she’s mesmerized. “Wow! It’s completely amazing!” she utters, her eyes transfixed at the view before her. I leave her gazing out the window as I find the large marble bathroom; pour some bath oil into the water and start running the bath water. Once the water slowly starts filling the tub, it starts foaming and a very sweet scent of jasmine fills the bathroom as the suds grow, I scatter red rose petals from the basket by the bath into the bathwater. I light the fresh scented candles creating an ambient mood. I finally go back to my wife who is standing and staring the London skyline before her, completely mesmerized with its beauty. I come behind her and wrap my arms around her waist and nuzzle her neck, pulling her body to mine. This is heaven!

“You look like you’re enjoying the view, Mrs. Grey,” I say nibbling her earlobe. She tilts her head to the side to give me easy access.

“Yes. I’m loving it! What am I looking at Christian? I recognize the London Eye and Hyde Park from the pictures I’ve seen. But what are the other buildings?” she asks.

Without letting go of her, I point with my right hand though my left arm still wrapped around her, and my front flush with her back, I point to the left side of the panorama: “See that skyscraper on the left, way over there?” I ask, and she nods.

“That’s Gherkin. It’s London’s main financial district. Their Wall Street,” I say, and she point to the London Eye.

“That giant Ferris wheel is the London Eye. What’s that behind it?”

“Well, that giant Ferris wheel is situated on the banks of the famous river Thames.”

“Oh yes, I would like to see Thames. I always loved the poem by Kipling describing the river.

Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew,
Wanted to know what the River knew,
Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told...*

“Mrs. Grey, you never cease to surprise me. I’m so glad you like London. I would be delighted to show you everything you ever wanted to see,” I say excited with the prospect of putting the city of London before my wife.

“The building behind the London Eye is the very famous St. Paul’s Cathedral.”

“Is it an Anglican cathedral?” she asks making me smile.

“Well, yes, I would assume most churches are in England. It’s on Ludgate Hill which is the highest point in London, and I believe it’s the seat of the Bishop of London,” I explain.

“I think the Royal Family holds most of their important events, like marriages, funerals, and christenings at the Westminster Abbey. Can we please, please, please visit it? I want to see the Poet’s Corner there!” she begs.

“Anastasia, you surprise me at every turn. Yes, I don’t see why we can’t do that tomorrow, but first, I want to take you into that marble bath over there, and lose myself in you! Come!” and I swooping her into my arms, I walk her into the pale marble bathroom.

The bathroom is filled with the scents of freesia and rose. When Anastasia walks in with me, her mouth is agape with the view before her. I stand before her and gaze at her with dark eyes. And in goes her lip into the captivity of her teeth. I lean down and pull that lip out with mine and suck it, making her moan. I tilt her chin up and hold it in place and I start kissing her. Desire unfurls in her and she reciprocates fully, thrusting her tongue into my mouth rather forcefully, and her hands start unbuttoning my white linen shirt. Unable to unbutton the last two, she pulls it apart frustrated, scattering the buttons around the bathroom floor, rolling and finally coming to a stop. Her passion makes me smile as I continue to devour her lips.

“Husband, I want you!” she breathes into my mouth.

I break our connection, and take the hem of her dress and pull it off her. She stands before me in her lacy bra and her lacy panties. Tops of her breast are showing and pushed up with her bra, making them the perfect size to fit into my palms. I pull the bra cup down and capture her nipple between my teeth making her gasp. As I hold it between my teeth gently, my tongue teases it, rolling around. It extends and elongates under my assault. My left hand pulls the other bra cup and I need her other nipple and breast under my fingers. She tilts her head back and moans, I smile and suck harder.

“Agh!” she groans, and her hands both dip into my hair, pushing me into her breast. My mouth travels down, between her breast, to her naval, to the belly, and above her pubic bone. She gasps and moans.

“Hush now baby,” I say, and I dip one finger into her sex and then two. She’s completely wet, and thrusting her pelvic into my hand. “How ready you are for me, baby!” I say, my voice reverential.

I stand up immediately, and slide her panties off her, and they pool at her feet; I walk her out of them. I pull her into me, my hands snake around her to find her bra’s clips, as my arousal digs into her through the thick fabric of my jeans. She grinds her pelvis into me in order to get a feel of my erection greedily.

“You have too many clothes...” she complaints.

“I’m not stopping you, baby. You can take them off,” I say with my gaze full of desire for her. Her hands reach down, and deftly unbuckle the top button of my jeans, and I hear the telltale of the zipper without breaking my gaze from her. Without taking my pants and the boxers off, she dips her hand into my pants in a bold gesture, grasping my erection and my balls stroking, up and down, up and down in a rhythmic motion. My lips make an ‘o’ shape with her sudden assault. Although it is unexpected, it’s hot as hell. Her other hand dips in and travels to my behind, first caresses and then squeezes my ass. Finally she moves both hands skating around my waist, and let my jeans and the boxers fall off to the fall at the same time.

My gaze is locked on her, and I know what she wants to do next. She looks up at me from her long eyelashes. Will I ever get enough of this sight, as Anastasia on the floor before me like a goddess, and her lips are around my manhood. Her lips sheaths my cock slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip, slightly sucking, focusing on the tip, then she dips her head, and takes me all in as her tongue travels on my length, giving me the most delicious tingling sensation I have ever experienced. As she pulls her mouth back, she slightly grazes my cock with her teeth while her tongue provides the pleasure sensation. She’s learning to give pain and pleasure both at the same time.

I don’t want to come like this, and make this a short experience. I slowly, but reluctantly pull Anastasia up, and merge her lips with mine. First slowly, molding into each other, then desire taking over me, and I kiss her fervently, sucking, and dipping my tongue into her mouth, thrashing with hers, leaving both of us breathless, and wanting more.

“Baby, wrap your legs around me,” I say as I lift her off the ground. She does as she’s told. Guiding my erection into her, I slowly lower her, and we are merged hilt deep and start to move. She wraps her arms around my neck, and her lips finding mine, she lifts and lowers herself in time with my thrusts, making sure she gets the maximum friction. My hands are holding her below her ass, and just as she descends on my cock, I slap her butt cheek close to her sex hard, and she groans with pleasure. I switch hands, and slap her with my right hand on her left buttock still close to her sex during her descent. She bites my lower lip slightly.

“I’m going to move us to the bathtub,” I murmur into her mouth, and as she slows her up and down movements, I walk the few steps to the marble bathtub, and put one foot in and then the other and finally slowly sink into the sudsy hot water with my wife still riding my cock. When in water, my hands move to her breasts, cupping them and my lips descend on one of them capturing in my mouth, sucking and twirling my tongue on it. She tilts her head back; and the motion thrusts her breast further into my mouth, and her ponytail reaches into the suds, getting wet. She continues to ride up and down, and gyrate her hips to rub on a particularly special location, making me grin.

My hands travel to her buttocks guiding her in her movements, and I start thrusting into her forcefully when she comes down on me. Our lips meet again, and this time tongues trashing, and we’re both groaning we reach our peak together. As she collapses onto my chest, I thrust into her three more time, finding my own release, lost to the moment, and lost in my wife.

“Oh, Anastasia! I love you so much!” I say fervently as I hold her closer to me.

“I love you too, Christian!” she replies, and snuggles into my chest, sloshing water without breaking our connection. I grin at her.

“Let me wash you baby,” I say, and wash my wife, dry her and carry her to our bed where we soon fall asleep.


I wake up before Anastasia does as usual. I don’t need as much sleep. I look at her sleeping figure propped up on my elbow, her hair spread over the pillow. While she's still asleep, I reach for my Blackberry and text Taylor, then put the it back on the side-table  and turn and gaze at my sleeping girl. She looks so young, so innocent. As I try to move, her hand searches for me in her sleep. She wants me in her close proximity. I take the hand looking for me and kiss it and hold it to my heart. Her eyes flutter open to small slits and a small, lazy smile creeps over her lips.

“Good morning Mrs. Grey,” I whisper.

“Good morning Mr. Grey. How long have you been up?” she asks.

“Not very long, just a few minutes. Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Actually, famished after last night’s exertions, Mr. Grey” she says still groggy.

“Mrs. Grey, if you so desire, we can relive those again this morning. So, breakfast or sex?”

“Sex,” she replies in a breathy voice, and a wicked smile brings her lips up to meet mine.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” I say and pushing her down into the mattress, I cover Anastasia’ body with mine.

I decide to have breakfast served in our suite because I want to give my gift to Anastasia in the privacy. We shower and dress, and come back to the living room, and Geoffrey is standing in full suit with a white towel hanging from his arm. He also is wearing white gloves.

“Your breakfast is served Mr. and Mrs. Grey,” he says in a cultured voice. He directs us to the dining chair pulling Anastasia’s chair first, and seating and pushing her chair in, then pulls my chair and pushes in. Anastasia is having pancakes, bacon and omelet, Twinings English breakfast tea, black and bag out, and I’m having egg whites, toast, fruits and coffee. I thank Geoffrey and dismiss him.

“This is like having a British and male Mrs. Jones!” gushes Anastasia making me laugh.

“What are we doing today Christian?” she asks excitedly. “There are soooo many things I want to see in London! I don’t even know where to begin!”

“How about we finish our breakfast first,” I say. The gift I want to give to Anastasia is burning a hole in my pocket. After she finishes eating her pancakes cleaning off her plate, I’m totally pleased.

“Mrs. Grey! I should work you out more rigorously in the morning to ensure that you will eat,” I say lasciviously. She gives me her thousand megawatts smile in response and takes a sip of her tea.

“I have something for you,” I say my voice husky, my face impassive.

“Oh?” she asks. I take out the small gift wrapped package out of my pocket, and give it to her without breaking my gaze. Her eyes shine.

She rips the wrapping of the package, and finds the Omega box inside. Opening it up, she finds the platinum Omega watch housed inside the box. She looks up at me blinking.

“This is absolutely beautiful!” she whispers.

“Turn it over and look inside of it,” I murmur, and she does. Her eyes widen, and she blinks several times to push back her tears.

You are my More
My Love, My Life

She reads in a soft tone. “Oh Christian!” she says unable to hold her tears back, and pushing her chair away speedily she rushes to my side and I barely have time to stand up and catch her as she hurls herself at me. 

“You, husband, say and write the most romantic things any girl could ever wish for! You are my More, you are my Love, and you are my Life! I love you so much!” she sobs onto my white linen shirt and sniffles.

“Hey! I didn't want to make you cry! Hush now...” I soothe her, and holding her chin up with my index finger, I kiss her lips as my hand softly runs over her hair.

“Your lips are always softer after you cry, baby,” I say, and tears continue to stream down.  “I love you! Don’t cry...”

“I’m crying because I’m so happy,” she says whimpering.

“Yes, I’m getting used to the idea that happiness sometimes triggers tears in women,” I say smiling. “But, come, no more tears today. I have so much planned for us,” I say smiling and trying to distract her. She wipes her eyes with my shirt.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“Oh, but a good guide would never disclose his trade secrets baby,” I say. “Let me show you London.”

The first place I instructed Taylor to take us is the Westminster Abbey. I know she would love it there!

Our personal guide Fredrick meets us outside of the Abbey. He’s a young man, probably around my age with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He’s tall, and he appears to work out regularly and has a friendly demeanor. He’s dressed in a white shirt and tie, and wearing dress slacks with loafers on his feet for probably walking all day.

“I am positively delighted to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Grey. My name is Fredrick Lovelace,” he greets us with a genuine smile extending his hand.

Anastasia’s eyes glint with a surprised look, and she tries to suppress her smile after hearing his last name. She clears her throat while I shake the guide’s hand.

“Mr. Lovelace, how very nice to meet you,” she says, and shakes his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, ma’am. Please, call me Fredrick,” he says already taken with my wife holding her hand a little longer than necessary. Alright, break it up! She’s mine! I wrap my arm around her shoulder territorially and pull her closer to me, staring at him pointedly.

He then turns to Taylor says, “Mr. Taylor,” in greeting. I lean into Anastasia’s ear and whisper, “Keep calling him Mr. Lovelace.”  No need to be friendly with him. She looks up at me narrowing her eyes. I smile at her innocently.

 You've come to London at a very pleasant time of the year,” he says in his very British accent in a charming tone. I hold Anastasia’s hand, and squeeze it tightly making her smile. Standing at a reasonable distance from the entrance, he gestures grandly with his hands towards the Abbey. “Please notice the great edifice that is rising before you. Westminster Abbey, with her great Gothic spires rising magnificently and nearly touching the sky. The masonry arch you’re seeing extending off the outside of the building along the length of the nave of the cathedral is Flying buttresses of Westminster Abbey,” he explains and Anastasia giggles.

I look down at her quizzically. She whispers in a low voice, “I just thought of the odious Mr. Collins.”

“Who?” I ask. Who is Mr. Collins, how does she know him, and why is she thinking about him right now - on our honeymoon?

“Elizabeth Bennett’s cousin who was so enamored with the Rosings Estate owned by Lady Catherine de Bourgh so much so that he said, ‘one chimney-piece alone had cost eight hundred pounds’“ she says in a thick fake British accent. “I just thought it was funny that he’s talking about the hard core buttresses of the Westminster Abbey,” she whispers with a wicked gleam as Lovelace is still going on about grandeur of the buttresses. Leave it to Anastasia to make everything exciting. 

Lovelace talks about the history of the Abbey, and to my surprise, Anastasia devours all the information he’s giving with greed. When we finally enter into the building, we find the abbey bathed in the sunlight. The Abbey is open to the tourists and several groups are swarming in and out of the giant doors with their guidebooks, and tour guides are uttering their memorized lines. Anastasia turns 360 degrees around her taking everything in, and the enormity of the Abbey awes her. She inhales deep.

“It smells like metal and cold stone for some reason,” she says.

“I didn't know cold stone had a scent,” I reply teasing.

“Sure it does. I think it smells like congestion and also like an old, unused masonry, tastes like needles, feels like rigidity, and looks like a regal, ancient, ageless building,” she summarizes her feelings.

“Mrs. Grey, you never cease to amaze me,” I say pulling her hand. “Come, I want to show you something special, after Lovelace finishes his speech,” I whisper.

“Westminster Abbey belongs to the Queen and is independent from the rest of the Church of England. Kings and Queens have been crowned and buried here since 1066. Aside from the royalty, many of England’s national heroes and events are celebrated and remembered here. In fact because it has the most Kings and Queens buried here, I shall show you the poem by Francis Beaumont on the Tombs in Westminster Abbey,” he says and starts reciting in a very poetic tone, sounding like a troubadour.

MORTALITY, behold and fear

What a change of flesh is here!

Think how many royal bones

Sleep within these heaps of stones;

Here they lie, had realms and lands,
Who now want strength to stir their hands,

Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust

They preach, "In greatness is no trust."

Here's an acre sown indeed

With the richest royallest seed
That the earth did e'er suck in

Since the first man died for sin:

Here the bones of birth have cried,

"Though gods they were, as men they died!"

Here are sands, ignoble things,
Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings:

Here's a world of pomp and state

Buried in dust, once dead by fate.”

Anastasia claps her hands in excitement. “I always wanted to see that poem here!”

“It’s in the Poets’ Corner ma’am. I shall take your group there right now,” says Lovelace. He walks us slowly pointing at various artifacts and architectural marvels in the church and we finally make our way to the southeastern corner of the church. Sunlight pours through the rose window overhead.

“Mr. Grey thought that this would be a favorite spot of yours ma’am. Poets’ Corner is a national shrine for Britain’s most celebrated writers. It actually came to be by chance,” he says pausing, “through the presence of Chaucer’s grave who is of course...” he says and Anastasia interrupts him.

“...the father of English Literature!” she gushes making us all look at her admiringly.

“Yes ma’am! Precisely! You’re quite smart! Indeed. The grave is in the south transept of the Abbey, this way, Miss Grey,” he says.

“Missus Grey!” I correct him.

“My apologies. Mrs. Grey,” he corrects himself. Shut up and stop flirting with my wife! Anastasia narrows her eyes on me.

“Chaucer was buried in 1400 here. Then the burial of Edmund Spenser followed and thus began the tradition of burying or commemorating poets, writers, or dramatists began in this corner of Westminster Abbey.”

 “You are actually walking on the graves,” he points to the floor.

“I thought Shakespeare wasn’t buried here...” Anastasia comments after seeing his name on a plaque.

“He isn't ma’am. He’s buried at Stratford-upon-Avon in 1616. What you are seeing here is just a commemoration," he says, then changing the topic he adds, "The only American writer honored in the Poets’ Corner is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. This beautiful bust,” he says pointing to a marble bust, “was installed in 1884.”

“Coleridge, Samuel Johnson, Chaucer, Edmund Spenser, Robert Burns... Oh God! Christian, can you imagine what these literary geniuses would talk about if they were to hang out daily with each other! Simply amazing! Thank you for making my dream come true, Christian!” she gushes, and kisses me chastely on the lips in the company of the two British security detail I’ve hired, Taylor, and Lovelace. I return my wife’s kiss with a slight fervor.

“You somehow know exactly what I want!” she whispers, blushing.

“How could I not? It’s my life’s purpose to understand my wife to the best of my ability, and make her dreams come true,” I reply in a voice only she can hear.

When the Westminster tour is over, Lovelace shakes my hand, and when Anastasia extends her hand to him, he takes it, and kisses it on top slightly. Smooth, fucker!

I take Anastasia to One Twenty One Two Restaurant for lunch. The restaurant is gracing the banks of the Thames, One Twenty One Two is named after the universally famous telephone number, Whitehall 1212, in commemoration of the hotel’s former neighbor, Scotland Yard. It’s also only minutes away from theatreland, Charing Cross and Trafalgar Square. The menu is exquisite, and Ana wants to sit on the terrace. We order Gressingham duck breast, poached halibut with a saffron shellfish broth. The wine list is impeccable. For desert we order caramelized banana tarte tartin and autumn apple compote with calvados custard.

After lunch I take Anastasia to the Kew Gardens which is the Royal Botanic Gardens. It’s such a big place; I only take her to parts where I know she would be interested in. The next stop is the British Museum. When we enter it, we realize that it’s enormous and there’s a lot Anastasia wants to see. We couldn't possibly cover it in one day. There’s Africa, Americas, Asia, Britain, Egypt, Europe, Greece, Japan, Middle East, Pacific, Rome as well as Museum and exhibition. Anastasia claps her hands like a small child who is just taken to her favorite candy store. She squeals in delight!

“Oh my gosh, Christian! I could spend days in here!”

“Well, we can come back tomorrow. We can only spend a couple of hours today, baby. I have dinner plans, and we are going to the opera tonight.” She pouts, and then grins.

“Okay, let’s not waste the daylight hours, then!” she says pulling me in the direction of the mummies.

“No, baby,” I smile at her again. “We have a guided tour, here. I didn't want you to miss anything.”

“Lovelace is here?” she asks curious.

“Noo! Someone else,” I say angrily.

“Taylor, wait for us here for the guide. I need to have a word Mrs. Grey,” I say and hold her hand firmly and take her.

“Christian, where are we going?” she asks, but I don’t answer. She doubles her steps to catch up after me from being dragged behind me. 

I finally slow down and spot a man who is part of the cleaning crew in the museum, and discreetly follow him to find a utility closet. He unlocks a door and takes out a mop and cleaning supplies, and walks away as the door starts slowly shutting down. I put my foot in the doorjamb it before it locks. I look around and pull Anastasia in.

“Why are we in here?” asks Anastasia whispering.

“You know why!” I say. And my hands are on her, all over her body, and my mouth covering hers. “You drive me crazy, you make me jealous!” I say fervently through teeth and mouth and demanding kisses.

“I didn't mean to,” she whispers in my mouth.

“Too late for that. I’m going to fuck you here and now, and we don’t have much time. I have to show you who you belong to, Mrs. Grey!” I say enunciating.

“Oh,” she whispers.

“This is going to be quick, baby. Turn around,” I say and make sure the door remains locked. I lift her skirt up, and ease my finger into her sex from the side of her panties. Finding her wet already arouses me. My finger dips into her sex and my thumb rubs over her clitoris, and she moans, and I slap her ass.

“Hush now! We’re in a public place,” I murmur.  “Bend down baby, and hold onto that shelf. She obeys readily, already panting.

I pull my zipper down, and ease myself into her making her gasp. I slowly pull back, and slam back into her, ease out and slam back three times, and holding her butt cheeks I start thrusting forward and pull her ass to meet my cock at the same time. Locating her sweet spot, I rub it with the tip of my cock, and pull back and slam into it again. She pushes her hip back to me to meet me thrust for thrust stifling her moans. When I feel the usual tightening of her sex, I increase my speed and give her all I’ve got pushing both of us over the top and our orgasms roll through each other, hers in waves, and mine in spurts, mixing and getting us lost. When the last waves of our ecstasy rolls through us, I pull out of her, and locating a roll of paper towel, I clean us both, pull my zipper up, and put Anastasia to her rights.

Still sated with her orgasms, Anastasia holds onto me as I fix her underwear, and put her skirt in place. I push her back to the wall, and kiss her possessively. My tongue darting into her mouth, sucking and nipping.

“You are mine! Don’t you forget it!”

“Yes, yours,” she says in a breathy voice. “I should get you jealous more often. I loved the closet fuck. It’s hot and raw and passionate,” she murmurs.

“Careful! You don’t want to push me over my limits baby. I might lose it,” I say my eyes darkening. I hear someone placing a key into the keyhole trying to open the utility closet door. I open the door, and pulling Anastasia by the hand, I walk away. A middle aged lady in her staff uniform, with her key midair stares behind us speechless as we walk away to find Taylor and the guide.

A smartly dressed young woman with her dark hair in ponytail comes to greet us. She’s a brunette, and my wife’s face changes with a hint of jealousy. The young lady’s eyes widen when she sees me, and nervously she tucks her hair behind her ears, and blinks about a hundred times, before she can open her mouth and utter a greeting to us. Anastasia rolls her eyes, although I’m not seeing what she’s doing, I always know when she rolls her eyes. That makes me very pleased. I want my wife’s world to start and end with me, and her possessiveness makes me feel...elated. I want her to declare her territory. I suppose I want to know that she’d shown her feline side to others ogling me. I know it’s just a pretty face, but I want her to want me as much as I desire her. Is it too much to ask of one’s wife?

Anastasia wraps her arm around my waist and sticks her hand into my back pocket squeezing my butt possessively. Her reaction is a welcome one, and makes me grin. I look at her darkly.

“Welcome to the British Museum Mr. Grey,” she says, and shakes my hand and holds onto it a little longer.

“I’m Mrs. Grey!” says Anastasia and cocks her eyebrows at her, extending her hand. The guide whose name we still don’t know reluctantly lets go of my hand and turns to Anastasia.

“Welcome Mrs. Grey. I’m Martha Davis. I’ll be your guide today,” she says. “British Museum boasts over 13 million artifacts and it has quite a few sections to see which you can spend many days to view. What would you desire,” she says looking at me, “to see?”

“My husband and I desire to see the Egyptian section, Miss Davis!” Anastasia says sharply, and a ghost of a smile creeps over my lips.

“Yes, of course, ma’am,” she replies. She walks us to the Ancient Egypt section or as she calls it, Egyptology Section.

She shows us various statues from different dynasties and different artifacts, occasionally glancing at me. We finally make it to the section where they house the mummies, and look at mummies from different dynasties and periods in Egypt. The rooms seem to be well organized. I came here with my parents in 1998 and back then the rooms were jam packed and worn and full of Egyptian funerary displays. Explanatory labels were meager, lighting was poor and the crowds were overwhelming. But now, they’re redone, organized, explanations in place, displays are well lit, related artifacts and mummies are exhibited together. It is now worth seeing.

“The earliest ancient Egyptian buried their dead in small pits in the desert. Of course, the desert heat and dry air of the sand dehydrated the bodies quickly, and the bodies were naturally mummified,” she says pointing to a displayed mummy in infant position.

“Every one of our British Museum’s mummies was once a living, breathing Egyptian going about their everyday life. Meet Nesperennub...” she says pointing a mummy case which hasn't been opened for over 100 years. “He lived nearly three thousand years ago in Thebes...” she starts explaining.

When she’s nearly done with the Egyptian section, Anastasia remembers something and gushes.

 “Can we please see the Rosetta Stone before we leave?” she asks.

“Yes, ma’am,” Miss Davis replies. “It too is in the Egyptian section. This way please,” she leads us in her professional demeanor.

“The Rosetta Stone is one of the most famous objects in the British Museum. The Stone itself is a broken part of a bigger stone slab. There is a message carved into it written in three types of scripts. What is very important about that is that it helped Egyptologists to read the hieroglyphs. The Stone is an official decree about King Ptolemy V. He was only 13 years of age. The message simply said that the priests of a temple in Memphis supported the king. That simple message inscribed in Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, Demotic script and the Ancient Greek gave a key in understanding the hieroglyphs.”

At the end of the Egyptian tour, I remind Anastasia that we need to get back to the hotel since I have plans for the night. Taylor and the added security detail drive us back to the hotel. Geoffrey greets us at the door.

“Your orders have arrived sir. I had the tuxedo, and the dress hanging in your closet. Is there anything you wish sir?” he asks politely.

“No Geoffrey. Thank you,” I respond, and Anastasia looks at me quizzically.

“Dress and tux?”

“For the dinner and the opera,” I say.

“When did you order them?”

“Earlier from Harrods,” I reply.

“Come, a quick shower, and we must get going.”

Once we are showered, Anastasia dries her hair and rolls it into a well-made bun. She puts on her panties and bustier on. She looks breathtaking. I can’t take my gaze away from her.

“Are you ogling me, Mr. Grey?” she asks.

“Yes, Mrs. Grey. I need you to wear something for me,” I say my eyes darkening.

“What?” she asks.

“This,” I say holding her favorite toy. She grins.

“To the Royal Opera House? Mr. Grey, you are so kinky!” she looks shocked.

“Mrs. Grey, you don’t know the half of it.”

Once our favorite toy safely inserted into my wife, she puts her silver dress on I specifically picked for the occasion. It’s a strapless hand-sewn dress with a slit on her right side all the way up to her thigh with a £14,000 price tag and she's worth every pence of it! I have two teardrop earrings emphasizing her kissable to her long neck. She puts light, natural make up on, and wears long gloves. She looks stunning!

I’m in my black tux, bow-tie, and white shirt.

Taylor and the added British security drive us.

“Where are we going to dine?” asks Anastasia curiously.

“At the Opera.”

“The Opera?”

“Yes,” I say my thumb grazing her knuckles, giving her shivers. “I was going to reserve a private dining room Paul Hamlyn Hall but they weren't cozy enough for us,” I say darkly.

"Not cozy enough?" she asks her breath catching.

"So, Taylor reserved us a private dining room at the Covent Gardens."

“Oh," she says in a breathy voice. "Then?” she probes after a breath.

 “Then we go to our private box in the Opera, Mrs. Grey,” I say grinning.

“What are we going to see tonight?” Anastasia ask curiously.

“Le Nozze di Figaro,” I reply.
“The marriage of Figaro?” she asks.

“The same,” I reply with dark eyes.
All through the dinner I make sure I don’t touch Anastasia, and she’s aching for connection. Once the food is delivered to our private room, I say, “I don’t want you to touch your food.”

“What?” she asks curiously.

“I am going to feed you Mrs. Grey,” I murmur without breaking my gaze. She shifts in her seat, aroused, and expectant she moves to find a comfortable position to sit making the balls shift inside her as well. She stifles a gasp, looking at the backs of the security heads.

Tonight will be a night she’ll never forget.

*The River's Tale
TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew -
Wanted to know what the River knew,
Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:-

"I walk my beat before London Town,
Five hours up and seven down.
Up I go till I end my run
At Tide-end-town, which is Teddington.
Down I come with the mud in my hands
And plaster it over the Maplin Sands.
But I'd have you know that these waters of mine
Were once a branch of the River Rhine,
When hundreds of miles to the East I went
And England was joined to the Continent.

"I remember the bat-winged lizard-birds,
The Age of Ice and the mammoth herds,
And the giant tigers that stalked them down
Through Regent's Park into Camden Town.
And I remember like yesterday
The earliest Cockney who came my way,
When he pushed through the forest that lined the Strand,
With paint on his face and a club in his hand.
He was death to feather and fin and fur.
He trapped my beavers at Westminster.
He netted my salmon, he hunted my deer,
He killed my heron off Lambeth Pier.
He fought his neighbour with axes and swords,
Flint or bronze, at my upper fords,
While down at Greenwich, for slaves and tin,
The tall Phoenician ships stole in,
And North Sea war-boats, painted and gay,
Flashed like dragon-flies, Erith way;
And Norseman and Negro and Gaul and Greek
Drank with the Britons in Barking Creek,
And life was gay, and the world was new,
And I was a mile across at Kew!
But the Roman came with a heavy hand,
And bridged and roaded and ruled the land,
And the Roman left and the Danes blew in -
And that's where your history-books begin!"


Lupatinadora said...

You left us hanging! Can’t wait to read more!

Anonymous said...

As always,Brilliant work! Since You're on Freed, I reallly hope you dont stop writing at the end of the book, Please Don't!

Hope You get better soon!


ANA1003 said...

totally worth the wait....
Hope you are feeling better now
thank u so much
keep uploading!
gr8 job!!!!!!!!!!!!!
u should be proud!!!!!!:)

Krystal Bailey said...

Worth the wait! I love the tours you took us on. I love the details of it. But in the end, We need some more of Alex Pella!! (just kidding. It is perfect!) Get to feeling better!

Prince50 said...


The CG so kicky indeed. My poor husband will pay a price Oooo boy!15

Lisa Ansell said...

do hope you are feeling better thank you for this update loving London live not too far from here :) but i would have love to see these two pop in for a cup of tea at mine lol well done Emine you never let us down get some rest now and put your feet up for a while Lisa xxxxxxxxx

Sheila Hall said...

Another great read, look forward to the other chapters you will eventually write - thank you. I do hope that you are feeling a lot better now, take care.

Anonymous said...

Emine, you do such a wonderful job. There was so much that was not told during their honeymoon, you are taking us right into it with so many details. Thank you.


Anonymous said...

Feel better Emine *hugs*

This was yet another great update! I love all the details you put in for the London part of their honeymoon. I was waiting for this knowing that was always a dream place for Ana to visit. Christian sure knows how to make his wife's dreams come true.

I sort love reading how jealous they are of other females/males near the other. It's very them and very hot... oddly leading to some hot fun for them!!

Looking forward for what else you have planned in London and beyond. Hope you get some rest and thank you for taking the time to write this especially since you weren't feeling well.


Audrey said...

First thing to do when i got up is to refresh the page and there it is!!!.... Its like christmas morning.

Hope you feel better and look forward to the next chapter hopefully before my labour. Lol...

Anonymous said...

Another amazing chapter, and your keeping us on edge. Hope your feeling
better soon.

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine

Hope you're feeling better soon.

Take care,

Anonymous said...

Dear Emine,

Get well soon. You make me want to visit London now!!


Fran Ardito said...

First, hope you are feeling much better. Another brilliant chapter and worth the wait. I loved it that Christian is so jealous and insecure of Ana's receiving attention from other men and the way you handled his need to let her know that she is his. Loved the pics, but left me wanting more, much more! Thanks again.

Anonymous said...

The wait was well worth it and I read the Pella series to keep me occupied and of course can't get.enough!!! Really hoping u feel better! Can't for the next chapter on both!! :)Hoping the anticipation doesn't kill me until


Anonymous said...

I just found out about ur blog from a friend. Since i started i havent stop reading. I think this even hotter than ana POV. Your doing a wonderful job. Keep it up, cant wait. I hope u feel better. Lots of rest.

Anonymous said...

Amazing! Wonderful! Sensational! I loved every minute of it and didn't want it to end. Thank you so much! I really hope you get better soon and enjoy the weekend.
Lots of love

Angela Ramirez said...

Wao!!! ... Now I know what is to be left hanging ..... Anticipation is the key Grey says... Thank you Emine!! ...despite you being under the weather, you were able to do this for us. By the way , I'm so hungry for the Pella story....

Anonymous said...

feel better

Anonymous said...

Always amazing!!!!

Liz Sparks said...

Love love love your writing. I can not get enough!

Anonymous said...

so sorry you weren't feeling well but it didn't affect your writing.. So much detail.It's wonderful! Thank you for muddling through even when you were sick. Healing you can get to the next chapter..I can't wait..

ReRe said...

Emine, Outstanding....I can't wait for more.....going to put trip to London on my Bucket List!

ReRe said...

Emine...Outstanding...I cannot wait for more. Going to London is now on my Bucket List.

Ana Natasha Phillips said...

I more than understand that life happens. I hope you feel better soon. Truly enjoyed this chapter it was well worth the wait.

Anonymous said...

Well I was suffering Christian and Anna withdrawal and so I moved on to Gideon Cross in the Sylvia Day Books "Bared to You" and "Reflected in You". I made short work of those two books and then found myself wondering if I should re-read Fifty series when I stumbled on your blog. Thank you so much for providing the way to re-read without being bored. Your added detail, especially the wedding has been superb. I am wondering if when we finish the 50 Series you might be willing to tackle the Gideon Cross from his point of view. I sure hope so

snowy said...

I so love London. Went a few years ago and its a beautful city. I love the mention of Kew Gardens. It was such a lovely place and i could just imagine them walking through it hand and hand!! Nieves

Jenfer said...

love london! I hope you are on the fast track to feeling better.

Love and laters,

Anonymous said...


Keisha said...

Sorry you haven't been well. I hope your feeling better.

Well, as usual, LOVED this chapter! I've officially fallen in love with London through this stop of the honeymoon. The pictures of London were beautiful and I love that you add those! London is now on my list of places to hopefully visit one day!
Through all of Christian's issues, this chapter is one of the many reasons I love him. Behind it all, he can be so lovable & sweet at times.
I didn't want this chapter to end! Looking forward to the next one.

Take care of yourself!

Anonymous said...

Thank you so much Emine! I've not commented for weeks, but this is so darned amazing! I love it how they get jealous of the other one receiving any attention from the opposite sex, and how this always leads to a little sexual reminder.....
I live 50 miles from London, and now will never be able to see the British Museum in the same light again!!!

Rachel V Smith. (Oxford, UK)

Erin said...

Ahhhh leaving us hanging is your favorite thing i'm sure :P but pleae please take some time for yourself this week we can wait just get better and look after yourself xx

Rachel Smith said...

My dear Eminé your work is amazing as ever. Sorry it took me so long to read it. I have been so busy with work but I think your brillant....I wasn't to visit England some day. This just further made that wish more desirable. Thank you!!!

Rachel Smith said...

Hello to another Rachel Smith!!!

Anonymous said...

Amazing! well worth the wait :) i hope you feel better soon. Hayley x

Anonymous said...

I absolutely love love love your writing!!! And I love this chapter. NOOO all the chapters. You're brilliant. I was wondering if you would post more chapters of the Pella series? I'm hooked onto the series too and craving for more :(

Mitch, Singapore

Raquel Braido said...

I loved every single word of it. The British Museum ... everything. But especially the part when Ana got jealous. I couldn't stop laughing.
Hope you're feeling better sweetie.

Love you!

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine

After watching characters Oliver and John interact in an episode of Arrow, a silly thought went through my mind which was 'this is how I imagine Christian and Taylor interacting.' Another thought immediately followed, 'OMG, that is Christian Grey', referring to actor Stephen Amell playing the roll of Oliver Queen on Arrow.

Silly, eh? <- Yeah, Canadian here! :)

Love your blog and your writing. You are an amazing writer!

Take care,

Anonymous said...

Just like Ana, I was clapping my hand like a small child, with a grin on my face as if it was Christmas morn! The Opera! Just like I wanted! Just like I envision! Just like it should have been in the book...Oh the excitement! And seeing how you played "Christian" on us.. making us savor the moment by waiting in anticipation and left us hanging! But ...does this mean we get the next chapter normal time? A short wait!? (clapping hands again!) Just having some fun... I hope you are feeling better and wishing you a speedy recovery! I am off to the doctors now...on my 10th day! Yuck! Bravo on this chapter! It was marvelous to read and even better the second time! Loving the honeymoon, as I knew I would and knowing only you could bring it light... Thank you!

Cynthia Settimo said...

As Always another amazing chapter.... Cannot wait for the next to see what happens at the opera.... :)

Cynthia Settimo said...

Oh and I hope you are feeling better Emine.

Anonymous said...

Hi great chapter thank you! One question I have is in the book it says they stay at Browns hotel in London, I remember that because I have been there! So wondered if you had decided to change it or you were going too be them?
I assume also you will do a Paris chapter ?

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Thank you everyone for reading and commenting. Welcome new readers who already caught up with the rest! I’ve got too much to do here since Christmas is nearly here, and being sick and too busy, I haven’t done any shopping yet. I’m going to try to get that done this week if I can. I was also helping my daughter with her Spelling Bee to study, and happy to report that she won the 1st place beating 8th graders (she’s only 10 years old). Next stop is the regionals...
In answer to your questions:

Resh – It will be a while till I finish the book III, and once we get to that point, we’ll see what happens. There are some other story lines we can pick up.

Krystal, Lona, Angela, Mitch – I might be able to post another Pella chapter in a week maybe.

Anonymous (re: Gideon Cross) – I do like Gideon Cross’ character. It will take me a while to go through the stories in the 3rd book. Let’s see what happens after this adventure is over.

Rachel V Smith – London is a beautiful city and so much to see. This gives all of us a chance to sort of travel with the Greys and experience it vicariously for those who may not be able to make the trip. I wanted people to feel that they too are on this particular trip and they’re having a good time.

Rachel Smith (American (。◕‿◕。)) – I think London is worth visiting at least once in a lifetime.

Mitch – Thank you! I’ll keep writing and supplying for people’s craving for this story and the Pella (which by the way is going to take a fantastic turn – but I’m not divulging on it) as much as I can.

Deb – My sister’s ever other sentence ends with “eh”, another Canadian ◕‿◕ Stephen Amell is simply exceptional.

Anonymous (Opera) – It would be completely shameful if they didn’t go to the Opera in London. I’d kick myself if I didn’t. The experience is simply not complete. We have to have it. ٩(^‿^)۶

Hi L - The mention of Brown Hotel was so brief. (I generally try to stay within the given story line, but I took a liberty on that one for a few reasons). Sheraton Hotel and Browns have the same ranking, cost, services (except Sheraton had butler and I couldn't find any info whether Brown's had it or not). And since we had a more authentic trip in the Irish leg of the trip, I decided to make that small change to a little modern hotel, although Brown's had been remodeled wonderfully.

The second reason was, one of the readers wanted Ana to feed the squirrels at the Hyde Park, and I was going to have her walk to the park which is close to Sheraton than Brown's. But, to a lot of other great locations including Buckingham Palace, they're about the same distance, so that little bit wouldn't make as much difference (except of course for what I wanted to add into the story line). But the bottom line is, they're both exceptional hotels serving the elite customers.

Anonymous said...

Wow, very interesting and beautiful. Thank you

Catarina* said...

I LOVED it! I didn't get to see the British Museum, I went to the Natural History one, and I loved it too, but I sure will have to check the British one! I didn't know it was where the mummies were :p

I loved Westminster Abbey, my friend wanted to see St. Paul's Cathedral too, but we didn't have the time! We were always running! Please let her go to Hyde Park. It's simply beautiful :')

And I didn't went to the Opera (although I would have loved to go, I already saw to opera pieces in my live, and liked very much) but I went to a musical, We Will Rock You lol :p

I hope you are better sweetie :)

I will read the Second Chapter of Alex Pella this weekend I hope, and then I will send you an email!

Thank you very much for everything. I wish I had the time now just to stop a little and see my pictures from London. It's really the city of my dreams and I have so much to see there...

Again, congratulations for your eldest :D She sure takes your side eheh :p

A big kiss,


Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Catarina!

The main reason I had them situated in the Sheraton as opposed to Brown's (as was mentioned once in the book) is because I wanted to take her to the Hyde park like you've been asking to feed the critters :) which she will do soon. If there was a particular routine you've had, like take break or crackers or sit at a certain bench or something email me. Otherwise, I'll come up with something.

London is such a city that it's been the seat of culture, and education, and architecture, and arts and royalty (I'm more interested in how it is related to the above) for a long time. One place to see and explore at least once in a lifetime.

Anonymous said...


Love your writing and look forward to each new posting each week. Question, when the married, did Christian give Ana the second diamond ring? I thought her wedding band would be a sold band. Does she wear two diamonds in your mind? Just curious because he put so much thought into the selection of the second ring and the apple symbol and you have not written about it. Am I spoiling something to come?

Your sacrifice in writing this is truly a gift to all of us your greatful readers.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Engagement ring goes to the right hand and the wedding ring goes to the left hand (that's how I've been wearing them since I've been married).

Women wear diamond studded bands but there are also large hunks of diamonds on the rings of the rich and famous. I've never been traditional-I have received two wedding rings (a band and a diamond and opal antique ring to couple-I also told him if he wanted to marry me, he'd have do the vows four times which he did-4 times four different places), and my engagement ring always stayed on my right and the wedding band and ring stayed on my left.

What I have learned as I was searching about the ring is that in the UK the engagement ring apparently goes to the 4th finger on the left hand. In Germany its on the 4th finger on the right hand, in US it could be both (Harpers magazine said that the engagement ring goes to the 4th finger on the right hand and the wedding ring goes to the 4th finger on the left hand)

In the end, Greys are entitled to be a little different than the rest of us :)

mzthang said...


First let me wish you a speedy recovery and congrats to your daughter.

Now to my Christian and Ana This was another beautiful chapter. I love the way you go in-dept with tour of the Westminster Abbey.... I felt as if I was actually there.

Keep up the good work sweetie as I look forward to a new chapter for my 24th wedding anniversary next week. *hubby will*

~hugs from
loving your work in the Caribbean

Charm D said...

EmIne ,
I really enjoyed this chapter. I recently visited London and saw most of the sights in this chapter and brought back some great memories. The British museum was my favourite a definate must see. I hope you feel better soon.

Anonymous said...


Thank you so much for replying about the rings. Will Christian ever tell Ana about the apple - I could see that -- maybe on a picnic in London? Love your unique take on the rings. When I married, my husband gave me a traditional engagement ring and on our wedding day he gave me two diamond bands - he said one was his wedding band for me and the other was his wedding gift to me. Hope you are feeling better. I am selfish- its is hard to wait a week between chapters! :)

Letty G said...

Thank you! Love it! I hope you are feeling better. :)

Jasmine said...

thank you for the wonderful update! you left a very good cliffhanger! anticipating your next update :))

i hope you have a speedy recovery and gets plenty of rest!!

Anonymous said...

I really can't wait to read the new chapters of both series. I always feel happy and satisfied when i read your writings. Thank you for writing!!! I just want to let you know I really appreciate it.

Mitch, Singapore

Ani said...

I don't post very often, but I am here and I do read every chapter you post....
Thank you for filling in the blanks and taking us along with you on this journey.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Letty, Jasmine, Mitch, Ani - Thank you!!
Mitch - I have quite a few readers from Singapore and I'm so glad to hear from one of them. Thank you for your input and feedback. I completely appreciate it.

Ani - Thanks to Elisabeth from Paris who worked tirelessly, we now have French translations of the first 3 chapters of Book 1 which is linked on the left column. We might have a 4th chapter next week.

Denale said...

Your attention to detail is ..... words fail me. You are an amazing writer.... love the tours, his passion for Anna, everything.... Thank you, well worth the wait. Do hope you are feeling better and looking forward to the next Chapter.....
Denale (NB Canada)

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...


Unfortunately I won't be able to post on Monday because I'm going to California possibly this evening and I won't be back mid week next week. The earliest I can post (Friday Dec. 21st).

Since Christmas is on Tuesday, the following week is also a little tricky, because I'll have to do the xmass eve dinner here (I am occasionally known to do some domestic stuff), but you'll laugh at me when you hear where I'm going to do the dinner :)

Since all all our family members absolutely love Arizona hiking and camping, I've reserved a 4 table ramada at a huge desert park/sanctuary where kids can play, you can hike, look at the Superstition Spring Mountains, and talk about the Lost Dutchman etc. We'll have to take our camping gears. It should be loads of fun. Christmas eve dinner among the saguaro cacti and mesquite trees, and jumping cholla, and you can bring your dogs :)

After new year's, I'll resume the regular schedule.

Kaili said...

You are definitely Wonder Woman! Congrats on your daughter's spelling bee win!
Happy holidays and a wonder new year and a book published!!!!

Angela Ramirez said...

Emine: go ahead and let's all live a little... More to share after all. Forget @ timeline ...this blog is not a job to you, as I understand, so give some real people on your live a chance to enjoy you without thinking of anything else. You are a privilege to have... Happy Holidays!!,!

Martha Baltazar said...

Emine, such a great chapter. It was well worth the wait. Looking forward to the upcoming chapters. Hope you're feeling better.

Em said...

Hope u feel better thanks for another great chapter keep up the great writing. Until next time

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the new chapters....I'm praying for you to get better. Can't wait for the next chapters. Happy holiday! Racquel from Chicago

Anonymous said...

thank you for such an amazing chapter!
i am a born and bred londoner and you have done this amazing city justice!!
i love this city it really is magical! i love visiting the british museum, makes me come alive!!
i have worked at the sheraton and it is perfect for christian and ana!
just to let you know iv rarely seen ppl feeding squirrels in hyde park but there is a large duck pond where every1 feeds ducks.
as they are in england, will they visit the homrs of the bronte sisters, jane ayre and of course shakespeare?
i love london and i think this chapter is one of my favs!!
im soo excited to read ur future chapters
wishing u a merry christmas
lots of london love

hannah xx

Patty C said...

Thank you again for the amazing chapter. The photos, the details of the places visited, the jealousy between Ana and Christian... Everything capturing my attention and pleasure of reading. You are great! Have a safe trip to California. Hugs.

Anonymous said...

Happy Holidays


Lisa Ansell said...

noooooooo i have to wait till friday ? Emnie it is the end of the world friday !!!! i haven't seen anybody feed the squirrels but plenty of people feeding the ducks and swans the swans are also called the queens bird not aloud to kill and eat these as it is a prison offence if you do ! and don't forget harrods lots of peeps go there except me can't even afford a carry bag from there lol

Holly said...

will you be posting a new Pella chapter while we wait until friday for Fifty? I love your Pella series as well and can't wait for the next chapters :)


Anonymous said...

please update soon!

kellie purcell said...

Hi emine you won't believe it I want to London last week and seen all the thing Ana and Christian seen amazing place loved it as I was only there for the day had loads to see but luckily everything wasn't too far away from each other Big Ben the parliament it's even bigger than on Telly the buildings are amazing the details in the walls and Hyde park is lovely then bucking ham palace wow huge place I won't to go back but hopeful stay weekend maybe for me 40th lol so it was so weird to sit and read your chapter and the fact that I also visited it last Monday lol strange but anyway thought I'd share my visit while I tell you how much I love these chapters really hope you have a wonderful Xmas x

Adriana Camacho said...

Once again, I loved this chapter you did a great job even though you weren't feeling good,I love all the pictures such great visual. Thank you, and hope you feel better. Can't wait for next chapter.

Rose M. Wesley said...

Another great chapter. I got to this one so late because of Holiday baking and such. As much as I will miss the chapters each week you so deserve a break to spend the holidays with family and relax. I wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy and Healthy New Year.
I will be on the edge of my seat until the next chapter but I think I can make it. ;) Again thanks for your wonderful chapters and have a wonderful Holiday.


Thanku so much for everything.
Have a great Chrissy and have a wonderful new year. Enjoy your time away with your family.
Look forward to the next one.
Take it easy
Vanessa in Aussie

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi everyone!

I've been in California. We've purchased Magic Mountain season passes as a Christmas gift for last Christmas for our family, and the year is nearly out and we haven't had a chance to go there all year long; and the passes were about to expire so we took the trip at the last minute. But the day we were supposed to leave my youngest came down with cough, so we postponed the trip for one day, and we left for California the next day.

Our hotel's internet connection is poor at best (the better the hotel, worse the internet), and we have our own 4G but it seemed like we got back from the park late and tired all the time, and it's been raining (or attempting to rain the whole time we've been here)...

I've posted above that I won't be able to update until Friday the 21 of December because of this trip, and getting ready for Christmas and that I'm hosting the Christmas eve dinner for the family as I do every year (but I'm tired of doing the dishes so, disposable plates and utensils and we're doing it in a desert park rain or shine) camping style.

So, that's where I am. I will resume the regular schedule after new year's. I haven't even done Christmas shopping this year yet (and it's less than a week away).

Holidays and last minute things are occupying me--of course getting sick didn't help and put me woefully behind my schedule, and I'm a strictly schedule bound person. Trying to catch up :)

I promise I'll get back to everyone once this crazy season is over!!! I'm still trying to write, but so much else is going on driving me insane... I haven't forgotten you guys.

Hope you are all doing very well, healthy and happy and joyful.

PS: That shooting incident in the CT school upset me so much, and we just thought it was best to spend some time with each other. I took the kids off school because they're already ahead of their studies. The same day my 7 year old asked me: "Mommy, does it hurt to get shot at? Would you cry if I got killed too?" How could one explain the mechanics of life and death when she doesn't even know the multiplication table yet? It was just a small sabbatical for us here.

Jade Linseman said...

im going threw withdrawls

when i first read book three i was really confused the way it jumped around.. i almost put it down, to me the beginning made it seem like Christian was abusive that is the way i read it.. then it got better when she got to drive his car.. (so when i reread it that is where i start...) then it gets really got he with Ray and then here saving MIA.. then it starts jumping again. her one her second... i felt like it was rushed PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME with this

Anonymous said...

You are doing a fantastic job. I look forward to reading each week. I love the new Pella chapters too and can't wait for the book next year. Glad your feeling better and hope you and your family have a happy and safe Christmas and New Year.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for your recent update. There is nothing more important than spending time with those we love and treasure. Enjoy your vacation.

Wishing you and yours a safe and joyous Christmas.


mnm92275 said...

Dear Emine,
I love this chapter with all it's details and great pictures. You always do a great job with bringing things to life in my head. I am great full for all the time you take out of your life to make the rest of us happy with your writing. I can't wait to read the next chapter and the one after that and the one after that (lol). And I just want to wish you, your family and the other reads here a very Merry Christmas and a Happy and Safe New Year!!!! :-)

Aundrea Mielke said...

Have a safe and wonderful holiday! It broke my heart to hear that your 7 yr old asked you those questions. So sad that kids are having to learn at an early age about death and fear of getting shot.

Denale said...

After last weeks terrible shooting My six year old asked me what would make a man hurt so many children and my daughters school has been doing drills to prepare them in case of a lock down........ Our children are exposed to so much........ I am grateful for the blessings I have and hug my little girl a little tighter.
Merry Christmas to you and your family........ wish you all the best over the holiday season........

As well when you have a chance would love to read your Pellera storynifty you could share the link. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

It is so sad our kids are so aware of lockdowns now. I pray for all those families in CT=how horrible, makes me want to treasure each moment even more with my kids. Enjoy your holidays and time with the family. The camping park sounds so cool. We did something similar the day after Thanksgiving=a seafood boil on the beach at a campsite in FL. I like the Alex Pella story- very intriguing.

Holly said...

The shooting in CT has been a large impact on my family. My daughter is 3 and she say the news and asked why he did that. We have raised her knowing about guns and even though she is really young still she kind of understand about how they are "not nice". It's just heart breaking to hear from her that she doesn't like the man who hurt other kids. It's difficult for us to try and explain to her about the situation. My husband came home from work early just to sit on the couch and hold her for a couple of hours in his lap to watch tv. My daughter prays every night before dinner and she lately has been saying " please help the little boys and little girls".. She just makes me want to cry how she gets so worried.

So on a light note, I hope you have a wonderful holiday with your family. Hug those children tight and keep them close. There's nothing more precious than time with your family. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!!

Audrey said...

I think its fair to say that almost all moms around the world was affected to learn about the shooting. My thoughts went out to my son and cant get enough of hugging him at any given chance.

I wish you all a great family time and wonderful holiday with your loved ones. Especially you,Emine.

As eager as we all are for a new chapter, (i still check the page for new chapter even when i know you wont upload anything till today or next year... But just cant help it... Lol) but we also understand that this is the time of the year to enjoy your time with your family... Sit back.. Relax and definitely not sitting and typing infront of computer... ^^

so take your time... Dont rush and dont feel like you're behind schedules. We... Love to nag for stories but also an understanding bunch. Hehehe..

Merry xmas and have great one!!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Audrey,

The hubby gave his papal bull decreeing me not to work or write tomorrow, because we have to go shop for the kids together, and they have 1/2 day of school, so, a friend of ours will watch them while we hopefully finish our xmass shopping - clearly I haven't had a chance to finish.

I've been writing like crazy today and still hoping to finish by tomorrow evening (after shopping); I'm crossing my fingers.

Holidays are just adding so much to my already overflowing plate.

Patience then is a virtue in this situation...

Love you guys all! Merry Christmas!

snowy said...

This is usually a stressful time of year with all the commitments so take ur time and smell the coffee!! I do want to say that i love ur Alex story keep it up!! Happy holidays! Nieves

MichelleW said...

Merry Christmas Emine. Keep up the good work.

Kim Williams said...

It is GREAT to find you here in the blogoshere.

I'm enjoying getting to know your writing and your characters. thanks for sharing so freely. I'll be back!

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine, happy holidays. Looking forward to the next chapter I do hope you post tonight.

ReRe said...

Emine...As much as I enjoy your writing, please take time fo your family. We can wait!

Carol said...

I am beyond elated that I was recommended to this blog!! I have thoroughly enjoyed all I've read so far. I felt like I was right there in Europe as well. Great job. Merry Christmas!! Carol Xxoo

Anonymous said...

Can't wait for the next chapter!! You're truly amazing

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine,

Any chance we get that chapter today/tomorrow. Else will eagerly await it in the new year.

Merry Christmas!


Khadene said...

Merry Christmas!!!! Happy Holidays to everyone!!!!

Anonymous said...

What is this Alex story people are mentioning and how do I find it?

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Guys!

Apologies for not being able to post yesterday. Christmas shopping took me all day. And since we have cops in the family, it turned out they're all working on Christmas eve, so I had to change the park reservation, and had to scramble to get all the food to have the Christmas eve tonight. I'm exhausted.

I'm up early writing until everyone wakes up.

Jenn - Alex Pella Story links:
Chapter I:

Chapter II:

I will try to post before Christmas, I still have about 6-7 pages to write and edit.

Anonymous said...

Hope you have a Merry Christmas! All I want for Christmas, is another chapter! Lol...

reebz said...

While I enjoy and check frequently for updates family is so much more important not only during this time of the year but all during the year as recent events have reminded us. Spend every minute possible with family especially those you don't see often. You never know if this might be the last Christmas you have with them. We will eagerly wait the new chapter but until then we will spend time with our family. Very Merry Christmas to you and yours!

Amanda said...

Amazing as always :) Cant wait to read more!!! I keep track on the story through email and i have it read to me through a reading program so i can keep working

maria Morales said...

Feliz navidad!!!!!!!!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas with your loved ones.

I'm running off to church for Christmas Eve service, then wrapping presents. Yes, still running late :)

I've written a couple of pages today, but not managed to finish it.

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow perhaps.

Tash said...

Merry merry Christmas babe. Wishing you all the joy and happiness you deserve in this world. Love love loved this chapter can't wait for the next one. Hope ou have a wonderful day with your family and friends. Much love Tash ����

Hazel said...

Merry Christmas Emine wishing you a blessed and special day!! And to all the special ladies who read your blog have a reat day... Lotsa love from sunny South Africa!!

AnniePrue said...

Thank you Emine for all you have written for us this year. Hope you are well for Christmas Day and wish you the Happiest New Year which you richly deserve.

Annieprue said...

Thank you Emine for all that you have written this year and which I have thoroughly enjoyed. I'd like to take this opportunity to with you and your fsmily a Joyous Christmas and the Happiest New Year which you thoroughly deserve. Thank you from a very damp [floods] Derby, England.

Anonymous said...

Merry christmas everyone,love the chapters so far but then always do and looking forward to the next one to

Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas to you and yours... As much as I am looking forward to the next chapter... I am glad to hear you are taken time off to enjoy your Christmas.... As for me, I am happy to wait... so I can read it in peace and enjoy every word written ...with out the distraction of holiday cheer! Have a safe and wonderful blessed Christmas day! Until then... Make each day count...

Patty C said...

Dear Emine, I wish you and your family a blessed and happy day. Thank you for the wonderful chapters. Your work is fantastic. Hugs, Patricia

Patty C said...

Dear Emine, I wish you and your family a blessed and happy day. Thank you for the wonderful chapters. Your work is fantastic. Hugs, Patricia

Rachel Smith said...

Merry Christmas my dear....hope Santa was good to your babies. Glad you are able to enjoy them. Can't wait for next update! Happy new year in advance too.

Backsassing said...

Droped by to say Merry Christmas to everyone here, specialy to the definitive best Christian Grey POV. Author, Emine, and family!

Anonymous said...

Just wanted to pop on and say Merry Christmas Emine! Hope you had a wonderful day :)

Also happy holiday's to all the reads here as well. I am so happy I found this little 50 Shades fan club and we get to enjoy the characters for awhile longer thanks to Emine's work :D


Cynthia Settimo said...

Hope you had a wonderful Christmas!

Anonymous said...

Cant wait for the next chapter :)

Anonymous said...

Need more :D:D

Anonymous said...

Cant wait, cant wait, cant wait :)
Merry Christmas!!! :)))

~*PaKaHaJa*~ said...

Hope you had a great Christmas Emine.
Looking forward to the next chapter, when ever it may be.. Fingers crossed in time for my birthday!!! :D :D
Take care of yourself

snowy said...

I love the alex story
. Nieves

noorhan said...

hey emine!! happy holidays to u and ur family :) i was wondering when will you post the new chapter?
your fan from lebanon

ANA1003 said...

Hi Emine,
How are holidays this year
Just wanted to tell u that I loved the Alex Pella chapter and wanted to know if u cud post the next chapter of the CG series within the next couple of hours?
Please if u can just tell me.
Thanx a tonne.

Anonymous said...

How nicely descriptive, loved it!
Happy holidays!

Anonymous said...

Merry X Mas to you and your family! Hope you are having a great holiday

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi everyone!

Many of you have been asking about the ETA: It's tonight. I just never seemed to finish anything. As with any of the holidays, nothing every fits the schedule. I did write a page here, a page there, but never had was able to pay my complete attention to finish what I had in my hand, so I stopped writing until I had time. I've been interviewing people this morning, and right after I grade them and write my notes, I'll start working on completing the chapter then I will post chapter X tonight.

Hope you all had a great Christmas, and a break from work, school, life and other things that keep us busy on daily basis.

reebz said...

Quit stressing out and enjoy the season! It's ALL good! We will enjoy it when you post it. I've been around too many people this season all uptight because they can't fit everything in. I'm a school teacher who would go crazy if I had to turn in a manuscript over the holiday's. (Although it's apparent you truely enjoy your work).

Anonymous said...

Sorry but in the book they stayed at Brown's Hotel Mayfair, not the Sheraton.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Anonymous, I know they stayed at the Brown Hotel. I've discussed it above. Here are the reasons:

The mention of Brown Hotel was so brief. (I generally try to stay within the given story line, but I took a liberty on that one for a few reasons). Sheraton Hotel and Browns have the same ranking, cost, services (except Sheraton had butler and I couldn't find any info whether Brown's had it or not). And since we had a more authentic trip in the Irish leg of the trip, I decided to make that small change to a little modern hotel, although Brown's had been remodeled wonderfully.

The second reason was, one of the readers wanted Ana to feed the squirrels at the Hyde Park, and I was going to have her walk to the park which is close to Sheraton than Brown's. But, to a lot of other great locations including Buckingham Palace, they're about the same distance, so that little bit wouldn't make as much difference (except of course for what I wanted to add into the story line). But the bottom line is, they're both exceptional hotels serving the elite customers.

Evie Hammond said...

Gotta say -- sex in a janitor's closet? Ewww. Not doing it for me. And he enjoys his wife's jealousy, but takes his own seriously -- like she needs to be reminded, she's that loose? He always treats her like a sub or a whore. The person who needs "to be reminded" is him -- he's the one whose past has been dogging and threatening their happiness all along. Seems he wants to blame her for drawing admiration, to distract her from thinking about how innocent he is not.

Don't know if I managed to comment in the wedding chapter, but I loved the thought of the Wicked Witch showing up, but being denied, at their wedding! And I really love the idea of Christian actually bothering to get to know his wife.