Thursday, May 2, 2013

BOOK III - Chapter XXIII - Christian and Anastasia FanFiction

Leila: I’m going to see Christian Grey today.
Susannah: How? He refuses to see you.
Leila: He loves his wife. I’ll go see her, and if I know him well enough, he will come running to her.
Susannah: Oh, Leila. You are a master manipulator!
Leila: I like to think of myself as an outcome engineer.


Tangled Webs

“Where are we going?” Anastasia asks, squirming in her seat.

“It’s a beautiful Saturday, and I’m taking my wife out,” I reply grinning. She narrows her eyes, scrutinizing me.

“Huh... I was hoping that you give me a little more information than that,” she says trying to contain her forbidding gaze. She moves in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in the passenger seat of the R8.

“Baby, where’s the fun in that if I told you all my plans? Half the fun is in the discovery, and the other half is in building the expectation,” I say winking at her. “Besides, where we are going is not very far,” I add.

I head northwest on 4th Avenue towards Virginia Street. When I hit a red light on Battery Street, she turns to me and asks, “Well, are we going on a picnic?”

“You won’t give up, will you? Our stop is only a mile away,” I reply.

“A mile? You mean it’s walking distance?”

“Patience is a virtue, Anastasia.”

“I thought you were an in the moment kind of guy.”

“I am...for some things.” The light turns green and I move forward. When I come to the Wall Street I signal to turn left.

“Are we going to the big house? You've had Mrs. Jones pack a picnic basket.”

“No, not the big house. Not today anyway,” I say suppressing an urge to smile.

When we come to Alaskan Way, I turn left and her eyes grow big.

“We’re going to the Grace? Are we sailing?” she asks, and I grin in response. “We are sailing! Yesss!” she says clapping her hands and giggling as she’s trying to jump up and down in her seat restrained by her seatbelt, and she abruptly stops, flushing. She squeezes her legs together and holds her abdomen as if to stop the movement of the silver balls inside her. My eyes twinkle, I look ahead to hide my grin.

“Anything making you uncomfortable, baby?” I ask.

“Uhm...” she says shifting in her seat, “no, not a thing,” she replies, her voice an octave higher. I pull to the right and park the R8 near Anthony’s Fish Bar and get out. I walk behind my car and open the passenger door. I hold my hand for Anastasia, and she takes it. Removing the picnic basket from the trunk, I walk my wife to the Grace. It’s a day leftover from the summer. The breeze is gentle, and the sun is out.

“Do you think you’re up to it?” I challenge her.

“Well, Mr. Grey, you've been paying for my sailing lessons, and you said that the school was one of the best. I’m sure I can meet the demands,” she says smiling.

“We won’t go too far. We’ll test your skills this time.”

“Nice to see you again Mr. Grey, Ana. Welcome aboard,” says Liam McConnell in his Irish accent. I hand him the picnic basket as we board the catamaran and give Mac a significant look for calling my wife with her given name.

“Hi Mac,” Anastasia chimes.

Mac takes the basket into the cabin, and returns.

“Are you sure you aren't going to require my services Mr. Grey?” he asks cheerfully.

Mrs. Grey and I,” I say emphasizing, “can handle it once we get to the open sea. I think you can leave once we get out of the harbor.”

“Will do, sir,” he replies with a twinkle in his eyes to which I give an impassive look.

“Shall we cast off, Mr. Grey?”

“Just as soon as I get Mrs. Grey into one of the life-jackets ” I reply. I take one of the life jackets from the chest, and walk back to her.

“Head up,” I say, and she holds her head. Then I put the jacket from over her head, and tighten the straps all around. I take her hand, walking her to the upper deck, and into the cockpit.

“I’m going to get her out of the marina, but you are going to take the wheel when I tell you. Got it?”

“Aye, aye, captain!” she salutes me with a happy twinkle in her eyes.

“Come here, wife,” I murmur, and pull her between my legs.

Enya – Sail Away

Once we get the Grace out of the harbor, Mac readies to leave.

“We are going to sail near the Hood Canal. We should be back late afternoon.”

“Yes, sir. Radio me if you require any assistance. I’ll be waiting at the dock.”

“Thanks Mac,” I say as I send him off.

“Mrs. Grey, it’s just you and me, sailing this baby.”

“I’m a little nervous, Christian. I’ve only had a few lessons. I don’t know if I’m good at it.”

“Baby, you are good at whatever you do. Besides, we’re not going too far. If you are too nervous, we don’t have run the sails on the way there. We can just open them on the way back,” I remind her. She gives a sigh of relief.

“Yes, please. Let’s do that.”

I kiss her on the lips. “Well then Mrs. Grey, you may sit on captain’s lap,” I say making her smile.

“Where are we going?”

“Some gorgeous spot called the Hood Canal area. There are some small islands, and the scenery is just breathtaking. But on the way back, I’m going to have you help me with unfurling the sails, operating the pulleys, and hoisting the main sail.”

“Yes,” she replies smiling.

“For now, I’m content navigating through the waters with my wife in my arms,” I say. She tilts her head back and kisses me. The Hood Canal is a fjord forming the western lobe of Puget Sound. I take the Grace through the canal, and anchor her about an hour and fifteen minutes of sailing. 

“Now, Mrs. Grey,” I say as I turn to my wife. “I believe I wanted to fuck you on the Grace’s deck,” I say casually, and she takes a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes widen with excitement and anticipation.  

“Come,” I say pulling her hand.

“Okay,” she says following me behind.

When we reach the deck, she turns to face me. “This place...the scenery is breathtaking,” she whispers.

“Yes, the scenery is breathtaking,” I whisper, only seeing her. She swallows hard.

“Kiss me, Christian,” she says standing up on her tiptoes to reach up to me, and I am more than happy to oblige. I pull her ponytail to tilt her head just the right angle, and keep her firmly where I want her.  My tongue parts her lips and finds hers with sensual strokes. She captures my tongue and sucks it...hard, and I feel the tingle at the tip of my penis. I lift her off the ground, making her wrap her legs around my torso. My cock pushes through the layers of fabric between us to reach her.

I push her skirt up, bunching it on her waist. She tries to rub her sex over my short. Her hand reaches between her legs, and palms my cock through my shorts running her hand over my pressing length making me groan for her.

 I insert my finger to slide over her sex through the side of her panties. I rub my fingers over her slick sex, and then palm it. She arches her back, and tilts her head back. The soft breeze over the Sound brings the briny smell of the Pacific Ocean, awakening and strengthening my senses.

“I’m going to undress you,” I say in a hoarse voice, standing her up. Grasping the hem of her tank top, I lift up her shirt and take it off. I slide her skirt down along with her panties. Her hands reach up to her bra, but I stop her.

“I want that on,” I murmur.

“Oh...okay,” she whispers.

Next, I quickly divest my clothes off. 

Finally, I move towards my wife, and stand before her. I pull the left bra cup down making her breast spring upward. My hand travels over her right bra cup caressing it over the lace, pulling her nipple, while my lips close over her left breast suckling. I flick my tongue over her nipple and she moans loudly. Pulling the right cup down, I switch over to her other breast. When she reaches her precipice, my right hand travels down to her sex, and start rubbing. I pull the sting with the silver balls, and her orgasm detonates in pulsing waves, making her shout in pleasure. My fingers relentlessly keep rubbing her sex until every ounce of pleasure vibrates through her body.

I immediately lay her down on the chaise lounge.

“Hold the sides of the chaise, and don’t let go. Then wrap your legs around my neck,” I command. She obeys. I lift her torso off the chaise as she’s holding onto the sides. Her sex is right before my lips, and I seal my mouth over it, licking, and swallowing the end of her orgasm. But soon she’s building up again as my tongue is relentlessly pressuring, and teasing expertly. As I seal my lips over the folds of her sex, my tongue digs deep inside her sex, swirling, and then going in and out. She shouts my name, “Christian!”

One flick of my tongue over her clitoris is enough to drive her over the edge again.  I lift her up from the chaise.

“I need you to hold onto the railings baby. Don’t let go, or I’ll spank you,” I warn. She holds on tight, bent, her ass lifted up to meet my cock.

I tease the entrance of her sex with my aching cock. Slowly, painstakingly, I feed my cock into her sex, filling her to the brim. I slowly pull back, and hammer back into her again.

“Ah!” she groans in surprise.

“Easy, Christian. Let me...let me get used to it,” she moans. I pull back and slowly insert my cock again.



I pull back again, and slowly spear into her.

“Once more?”

“Yes,” she replies.

I pull out, and slam back.

“Yes, go. Harder!” she groans, and I don’t hold back." I pull back and when I pound my cock in, I pull her hips to meet me, finding the deepest spot in her. I finally gyrate my hips. My left hand travels to her clitoris rubbing, and stimulating. She’s building up once again.

“Hold, baby. Don’t come until I tell you,” I hiss through my teeth.

“Can’t... hold,” she groans.

“Wait,” I order pounding.

I push into her several times quickly in rapid succession.

“Now, come for me baby!” I command, and we both reach our peak together and come loudly, finally collapsing on the deck, I lay my wife on top of me.

When we come back to our senses, “hungry for a picnic?” I ask.

“Hmmm...” is all she can answer.

*****  *****
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Sailing & Soaring & Spanking
Date: September 5, 2011 09:17
To: Christian Grey


You sure know how to show a girl a good time. I shall of course be expecting this kind of treatment every weekend. You are spoiling me. I love it.
Your wife


Anastasia Grey
Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: My Life’s Mission...
Date: September 5, 2011 09:24
To: Anastasia Grey

Is to spoil you, Mrs. Grey.

Christian Grey
Smitten CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: My Life’s Mission...
Date: September 5, 2011 09:32
To: Christian Grey

Is to let you— because I love you, too.
Now stop being so sappy.
You are making me cry.

Anastasia Grey
Equally Smitten Commissioning Editor, SIP

It’s going to be Anastasia’s birthday on September 10th. I want to plan a surprise party for her. Or maybe take her someplace special. New York! I’ve never taken her to New York and our place. Her birthday would be a great opportunity to christen the place. Last time I had to leave the city abruptly because... I don’t want to think about that right now. Everything is going well, and we had a wonderful weekend, sailing, fucking, spanking on the deck of the Grace! Soaring on Sunday.

Yes, I should definitely take her to New York. I can take her to Blue Hill after seeing a Broadway show; it’s an excellent place to dine. Gramercy Tavern serves lunches and their wine list is exquisite. If we fly on Friday, I can create a fun day for her birthday on Saturday.  I can take her to Empire State building during the day, and then to a private helicopter tour over the city in the evening, watching the city lights. I can take her for a stroll in West Village on Sunday. I get excited as I make a mental list of things to do in New York for Anastasia, and start typing the activities. I can also take her to shopping at Bergdorf and Goodman. We can browse and give a list to a personal shopper. That way we can have more time just to have fun. 

After spending nearly thirty minutes adding and subtracting from the list, my Blackberry buzzes with an incoming e-mail from Anastasia. I open it excitedly. I hear an insistent knock on my office door, and without waiting for an answer from me, Taylor walks in abruptly; his face is solemn, angry and uneasy. A message from Anastasia and Taylor with this face can’t be good news.

“Taylor?” I ask questioning.

“Just received a voice-mail from Prescott. Leila and Susanna are at SIP, and apparently they both managed to bypass security, and Mrs. Grey knows about their presence. Prescott said that she’ll try to talk Mrs. Grey out of seeing them. But—“

“What?” I jump up from my seat. My hand goes to the on my e-mail on my Blackberry.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Visitors
Date: September 6, 2011 15:26
To: Christian Grey


Leila is here to see me. I will see her with Prescott.
I’ll use my newly acquired slapping skills with my now healed hand, should I need to.
 Try, and I mean try, not to worry.
I am a big girl.
Will call once we've spoken.

A x

Anastasia Grey
Commissioning Editor, SIP

What the fuck! Did my wife completely lose her mind? I sink in my chair and find my fingers hitting the #1 speed dial. The phone rings, and rings, and rings as I anxiously grip my desk so hard, my knuckles are white. She doesn’t answer her damn Blackberry; it goes to voice mail. Her cheerful voice comes up: “Hello! You've reached Ana Grey...” I hang up. Anastasia promised to not to defy me! And yet, here she is doing the exact opposite of what she has said she wouldn't do! Anger is seething through my pores. How cruel can she be to me? How could she allow Leila to see her knowing how it nearly broke me down, broke us apart? Leila is willfully disobeying my specific instructions and orders to never to come near Anastasia. What the hell is Anastasia doing accepting her, and where the fuck is Prescott letting this happen? I’m not keeping in touch with Leila, and not answering her repeated requests to talk to her. Why would Anastasia answer her request to see her knowing she put a gun to her head?

I dial Anastasia’s office. Her assistant answers cheerfully.

“Good afternoon. Anastasia Grey’s office at SIP. Hannah’s speak-“ I cut her off.

“Hannah, this is Christian Grey. I want to speak to Mrs. Grey, right now!”

“Ana is with...”

I KNOW who she is with!” I shout, as I abruptly stand up, my chair is scraping the floor. Taylor flinches. “Get her on the fucking line immediately if you value your job!” I bark as I grab my jacket to rush to SIP. Taylor opens my door without a word, and we head out.

“Uhm. Yes, immediately, Mr. Grey,” she whimpers on the phone. I hear small thud as she drops the phone on to her desk, and she picks it up, to apologize, “Apologies Mr. Grey! The phone—“

“Just get my fucking wife on the phone, NOW!” I hiss menacingly through gritted teeth. The phone thuds onto Hannah's desk again, and I hear quickly retreating heel clicks on the floor. Andrea and Olivia jump to their feet hearing me shout. I ignore them both, and Taylor and I speed through my office exiting to the elevators. What the hell does Leila want from Anastasia? Why would she contact her? Why would she breach her agreement to never see her? She knows I’d cutoff all support from her. Why then is she jeopardizing it, unless she’s ready to check out of life! Shit! Shit! Shit! She could only get her requests through Flynn. And now! God! I press the elevator call button repeatedly until what feels like an eternity it reaches my floor and dings open.

I hear her muffled conversation from a distance on the phone. Anastasia's office is close to Hannah’s desk. She must have left the door open.

“Sorry to interrupt you, Ana. I have Mr. Grey on the line?”

“Tell him I’m busy.” Busy? Busy with fucking me over by completely disobeying me? What if Leila has a gun? What if she’s not well? Fuck this! Answer the fucking phone Ana!

“He was quite insistent,” she says sounding tremulous.

“I am sure he was. Would you apologize to him, and say I’ll call him back very shortly?” Call me back? She’s dismissing me? My wife is determined to torment me vehemently today! There is a pregnant pause for a few seconds.

“Hannah, please!” she snaps. My hand flies to my hair in exasperation, and as I’m forcefully running it Hannah comes back on the phone.

“Mr. Grey, I apologize sir, but Ana said she will call you back shortly.”

“She’s not answering?” I ask as my hand fist in my hair pulling it.

“I’m so sorry sir. I couldn't get her—“

“Fuck this!” I shout as I hang up. I dial Prescott’s phone.

“Mr. Grey,” she answers.

“Prescott, I am FUCKING FURIOUS with you for neglecting the duties you’re hired to conduct!” I shout as I hammer my fist down on to the brushed chrome handlebar on the elevator wall. “You are incapable and inadequate! There’s one fucking person on top of the proscribed list, and it’s Leila Williams! And what the fuck do you do? You let her pass through to talk to my wife! I will deal with your ass when I get there. Now pass the fucking phone to my wife!” I shout holding the Blackberry before my mouth.

“Yes, sir,” she replies meekly.  

“Christian,” Anastasia answers the phone with exasperation. She has the gull to talk to me in exacerbation.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” I roar with bristling rage.

“Don’t shout at me.”

“What do you mean don’t shout at you?” I shout even louder. Even Taylor looks angry at her. “I gave you specific instructions which you have completely disregarded – again! Hell, Ana, I am fucking furious!”

“When you are calmer, we will talk about this,” she says getting ready to hang up. Elevator doors ding open and we are at the garage.

“Don’t you hang up on me!” I bellow with sibilation.

“Good-bye, Christian,” she says, and hangs up on me! On me! I dial it again, and it goes to voice mail directly. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why does she always, always make me feel helpless, ties me up in virtual knots? She enslaves me with one word, or action, or fucking behavior putting herself in mortal danger! I basically run to the SUV to get to SIP. As soon as Taylor presses the button on the keyless entry as he’s running behind me, I open the passenger door, and he slides into the driver’s side.

“Drive like your life depends on it!” I order.

“Yes, sir!”

The drive to SIP is one of my longest, second only to the flight from New York. It appears I can’t trust my wife! What if I was out of town? Can’t I trust the fucking security to do their job properly, either? I loosen my tie, and undo the top button of my white shirt. I run both hands through my hair in utter desperation, anger and exasperation. I turn the intensity of my gaze to Taylor.

“Prescott is gone! And when this fucking thing is over, I want you to drill into the security team who can never, EVER approach to Mrs. Grey even if they have to drag the person away before her eyes! Otherwise, they will be replaced like Prescott!”

“Yes, sir.”

Out of control! What the hell is Leila doing there? What the hell does she want? Why is she breaking the rules? And my wife is falling right into the trap that Leila is setting up willingly with her fucking curiosity! The ghost of Leila with a gun to Ana’s head is still haunting my dreams, angering me. And now, she’s with her! Again! If Anastasia’s constant defiance was the measure for frequent flyer miles, I wouldn't need the GEH jet; because I’d be flying first class for life! I am disintegrating inside with worry, and fear that some harm might come to her, through her own disdain, and by the neglect and carelessness of my own fucking security detail!

Anastasia will be the death of me! I hope Leila doesn’t harm her, and I hope she’s okay when I get to SIP! I’m going to be driven to brutality, wrath and rage, although I’m already there! My wife creates my personal hell with her brand of inferno, and shoves me in to burn my soul! Why do you make me suffer so?

Taylor runs a red light to turn the corner, and SIP is in sight. He slows down to take the corner to turn into the parking lot and before he comes to a complete stop, I open the door, and run out. I hear him mutter, “Shit!” I walk with brisk steps to SIP. The African-American girl at the reception whose name tag says “Claire” stands up. Taylor catches up with me. Then I see Susannah sitting there, and she pales as soon as she sees my furious face. She knows what it means well enough: I’m in a punishing mood.

“Mr. Grey! Shall I inform Ana or Mr. Roach of your arrival?” she asks running after me.

“No! Get back to your seat!” I pin her with my gaze, and sure enough other employees come out to see what is going on.

“What's going—“ Roach sticks his head out of his office with irritated curiosity. When he sees me, his demeanor changes, and he walks out to meet me briskly, buttoning his jacket.

“Mr. Grey, I didn't know you were coming here?” he says in a questioning tone.

“What are you running here, Roach? Why the lax security? Apparently anyone could walk in here!” He blinks a few times.

“Mr. Grey, if you wish, I can take you to my office to discuss. Would you like something to drink?”

“This is not a social call, Roach! I know my way around!” I hiss in a menacingly low voice. I’m royally pissed with the poor security around here! Taylor holds Roach back. “Get back to work, please!” he says to others, and follows me on my heels as soon as I walk towards Anastasia’s door. Hannah immediately stands up, flushing red.

“Uhm... Mr. Grey! Ana is not in her office,” she says in a shaky voice.

“Where the hell is she?” I say turning the intensity of my gaze on her.

“Oh, she’s in a meeting room with Miss Williams, and Prescott.”

“Don’t just sit there! Point me to the meeting room!”

“Oh yes, sure. I’ll take you sir...” she says standing up abruptly, and as I walk to the meeting room, I notice that other employees are coming out of their offices, and casually trying to look busy. But I don’t give a shit about it right now. I’m angry at Leila, for ignoring my specific order to never to come near my wife! Angry with Anastasia for defying me! Angry at myself for hiring an incompetent security detail! What if I was out of town? I storm through the meeting room door. It slams back to the wall only to spring back slightly. Taylor remains behind me. I catch the door, and close it. Anastasia is sitting at the table with Leila. She gives Taylor a nervous smile, and he’s mad as hell as I am. I turn around and pin both Anastasia and Leila with the intensity of my infernal gaze. My rage and fury sweeps the room like a heat wave. Both Anastasia and Leila look up, and their gazes lock on me. Anastasia’s eyes linger on my hair and my loosened dark tie, and her eyes linger on my chest hair peeking through my open top shirt. Leila looks nervous and lowers her gaze looking down at the edge of the table, running her finger along the edge. I gaze at my wife. Noting the fact that she’s uninjured isn't enough to relieve me. I move the intensity of my gaze over to Leila, and then turn to Prescott.

“You,” I say in a deceivingly soft tone. “You’re fired. Get out now.”

Anastasia winces as if she’s hit.

“Christian—“ she says making to stand up.

I hold my index finger up, and pin her down to her seat in a warning expression. “Don’t,” I say in a low, inauspicious tone. I’m not to be trifled with right now. Anastasia quiets down immediately, and grounded to her seat. Prescott bows her head shamefully, and quickly exits the meeting room to join Taylor outside. I close the door behind her, and look at Anastasia and Leila again with a forbidding stare and walk to the edge of the table, standing opposite to Leila; I lean down, and place both my hands on the wooden surface. The single focus of my rage is her at the moment.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snarl at her.

“Christian!” Anastasia gasps. I completely ignore my wife.

“Well?” I probe, demanding an answer.

She finally peeks up at me with wide eyes, sallow face, her voice a whisper.

“I wanted to see you, and you wouldn't let me.” So, this is her game? Trying to get me into submission to her demands by harassing my wife who fucking doesn’t listen to me?

“So you came here to harass my wife?” I say in a quiet voice with barely suppressed rage. She looks down at the table again.

I remove my hands from the table and rise to my full height, glowering down at her with repugnance.

“Leila, if you come anywhere near my wife again, I will cut off all support. Doctors, art school, medical insurance – all of it – gone. Do you understand?”

“Christian-“ Anastasia butts in again. When I turn my gaze to here, it’s glacial, forbidding, and silencing. Anastasia blinks, looks at me with unbelieving eyes.

“Yes,” Leila acquiesces with a barely audible voice.

“What’s Susannah doing in reception?” I ask. What the hell is this? Fuck Christian’s new life with the train wreck of his former life by having a submissive reunion at my wife’s workplace?
“She came with me.”

Did Susannah assist her with her harassment of my wife? I have to find out. Exasperation courses through me again, and I run my hand through my hair, glaring at her.

“Christian, please,” Anastasia pleads with me. “Leila just wants to say thank you. That’s all.”

My wife is either an idiot, or reckless with her life for not taking into account what Leila did to her by breaking into her apartment.

“Did you stay with Susannah while you were sick?” I ask, singularly concentrating my wrath on her.

“Yes,” she replies again in a whisper confirming my suspicions.

“Did she know what you were doing while you were staying with her?”

“No. She was away on vacation.”

Why then does Leila need to see me? She can pass her requests through Flynn. I run my index finger over my lower lip contemplating. “Why do you need to see me? You know you should send any requests through Flynn. Do you need something?” I ask, feeling responsible once again.

Leila runs her finger along the edge of the table, remaining silent for a minute.

“I had to know,” she says and looks up at me directly. First time ever.

“Had to know what?” I snap. This is not need. This is manipulation!

“That you’re okay.”

I gape at her. She fucking put me through a near heart attack because she wanted to know I’m okay? Is she for real?

“That I’m okay?” I ask in derision. This is un-fucking-believable! So, you want to toy with Christian Grey’s life? By coming and harassing my wife, by fueling my anger? Have you just met me?


“I’m fine. There, question answered. Now Taylor will run you to Sea-Tac so you can go back to the East Coast. And if you take one step west of the Mississippi, it’s all gone. Understand?”

“Yes. I understand,” she replies quietly.

“Good,” I reply assuaged.

Then my wife opens her mouth again. “It might not be convenient for Leila to go back now. She has plans,” she says defending her! Defending Leila! Did I just open my eyes into a parallel universe? Why the hell is she getting outraged on Leila’s behalf and running off with her cause?

I turn my glare at my wife. “Anastasia,” I say in a chilling voice laced with warning, “this does not concern you.”

She just scowls at me. She crosses her arms and sits back. “Leila came to see me, not you,” she murmurs like a petulant child. How little she knows of Leila. Leila came to see her to lure me here. She’s only the bait.

Then Leila turns to Anastasia and says with wide eyes, “I had my instructions, Mrs. Grey. I disobeyed them.” Then she glances up at me nervously, wanting to say something, trying to gather courage to say it. But not to me, to my wife. To bring doubt to her mind.

“This is the Christian Grey I know,” she murmurs in a sad, wistful tone. I frown at Leila. Anastasia looks like someone punched her and left her breathless. She gasps, her hands holds onto the edge of the table automatically to find some support. Leila, having done the damage she sought to do, gives Anastasia a bereft smile, and rises from the table. Then turns to me.

“I’d like to stay until tomorrow. My flight is at noon,” she says quietly.

“I’ll have someone pick you up at ten to take you to the airport.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re at Susannah’s?”



Anastasia glares at me menacingly. I hate it that this had to play out before my wife’s eyes. Once again, my past plays a spectacularly ugly scene before my wife.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Grey. Thank you for seeing me.”

Anastasia stands up and holds her hand out to Leila, and she takes it, shaking it gratefully.

“Uhm... goodbye, then. Good luck,” Anastasia mutters. Leila nods, and turns to me. Looking at me with wide eyes, she says, “Goodbye, Christian.” Relief floods me for having averted a big disaster like the one in Anastasia’s apartment.

“Goodbye, Leila,” I reply in a low voice. “Dr. Flynn, remember.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I open the door for her to get her out of my wife’s company. But Leila stops and turns to me looking up as if she has been holding this thought for a hundred years. The sudden change in her demeanor makes me nervous, stilling me, ready for anything; wary.

“I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve to be,” she says, and turns back without waiting for a reply. I frown after her.

The Cardigans – Lovefool (Say that you love me)

Taylor, who has been hovering by the door nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs looks at me for instructions, and I nod at him to follow Leila safely out of the building. He herds her out. I close the door behind me. It’s now time to decide what to do with my disobedient, errant wife. I gaze at her uncertainly.

“Don’t even think about being angry with me!” Anastasia hisses. “Call Claude Bastille and kick the shit out of him or go see Flynn,” my wife barks at me. My mouth drops open, completely taken aback by her outburst. Here I am mad at her as hell, having had a near coronary, aged another ten year in the last hour, and she’s mad at me! My brow creases.

“You promised you wouldn't do this,” I accuse her.

“Do what?”

“Defy me.”

“No I didn't ” she denies. “I said I’d be more considerate. I told you she was here. I had Prescott search her, and your other little friend, too. Prescott was with me the entire time. Now you've fired the poor woman, when she was only doing what I asked. I told you not to worry, yet here you are. I don’t remember receiving your papal bull decreeing that I couldn't see Leila. I didn't know that my visitors were subject to a proscribed list,” she accuses me, her voice rising an octave with her righteous cause.

I examine my wife’s expression for a full minute with an unreadable gaze. She never ceases to surprise or shock me. Always the demanding little madam, sticking to her guns. I came here angry, mad at her, mad at everyone, and here she is subduing me. My mouth twists with a suppressed smile.

“Papal bull?” I ask amused, and the heavy load weighing my soul down lifts with her fervor, relaxing me. As my anger ebbs and slowly eases, hers grows in leaps and bounds.

“What?” I ask, completely exasperated with her, once again. Her face remains resolutely straight with her temper.

“You. Why were you so callous toward her?”

Not that again! I sigh and shift, stepping towards her, and finally sit on the table. Does she not understand that no other woman means anything to me, that I like to keep my past in the past?

“Anastasia,” I say slowly as if I’m explaining a simple concept to someone with limited understanding. “You don’t understand. Leila, Susannah...all of them...they were a pleasant, diverting pastime. But that’s all. You are the center of my universe. And the last time you two were in a room together, she had you at gunpoint. I don’t want her anywhere near you.”

If I lose Anastasia, my entire world collapses. Nothing, and no one will mean anything to me. She is the single point, the only individual in the universe that makes me feel whole. The only one I love. Anything and anyone with any potential to harm her is in my fuck-list.

“But, Christian, she was ill.”

“I know that, and I know she’s better now, but I’m not giving her the benefit of the doubt anymore. What she did was unforgivable.”

“But you've just played right into her hands. She wanted to see you again, and she knew you’d come running if she came to see me,” she says. And whose fault is that? She’s the one who accepted to see her despite the warnings. Anastasia needs to understand that this is nothing. Seeing Leila, or as she put it ‘playing into her hands’ is nothing. I would harrow hell for Anastasia. I shrug it off to dismiss it.

“I don’t want you tainted with my old life.”

She looks surprised.

“Christian... you are who you are because of your old life, your new life, whatever. What touches you, touches me. I accepted that when I agreed to marry you, because I love you,” she declares.

And that is the best declaration I’ve heard all day. It stills me, and still has the capability to shake me to my core. She just met a fraction of my fucked up past, and she knows that there’s a train wreck full of it, yes, she declares her love for me. I shake my head slowly.

“She didn't hurt me. She loves you, too.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” What anyone else thinks of me is of no consequence to me. Whether they love me, or hate me is immaterial. She gawks at me, shocked, once again. Her eyes are wide, with disappointment, sorrow even. She visibly swallows. Her hand runs to her throat. She blinks several times as if this is going to help her comprehend me better. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and open them up again, gazing at her.

“Why are you championing her cause all of a sudden?” I ask. My wife is a conundrum, both confounding me and irritating me at the same time.

“Look, Christian, I don’t think Leila and I will be swapping recipes and knitting patterns anytime soon. But I didn't think you’d be so heartless to her.”

I’m a heartless, soulless, and without care; the son of a crack whore. “I told you once, I don’t have a heart,” I mutter with chilly gaze.

She rolls her eyes at me, peeved.

“That’s not true, Christian. You’re being ridiculous. You do care about her. You wouldn't be paying for art classes and the rest of that stuff if you didn't.”

This is getting us nowhere. I just want to go home, and punish her for her defiance. I can’t spank, paddle, or whip her! Shit! She looks at me with pity and I want none of that! I can’t take it! She can love me, get mad at me, fuck me, flirt with me, and even hate me time to time. But I don’t want her pity! I glare at her, getting angrier by the second. “This discussion is over. Let’s go home.”

She glances down and looks at the Cartier watch I bought for her. I follow her gaze. It’s pointing to twenty past four o’clock. “It’s too early,” she mutters her protest.

“Home,” I demand.

“Christian,” she sighs in an exhausted tone. “I’m tired of having the same argument with you,” making me frown.  What argument would that be?

“You know,” she explicates, “I do something you don’t like, and you think of some way to get back at me. Usually involving some of your kinky fuckery which is either mind-blowing or cruel.” She shrugs, capitulating. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She thinks our sex is mind-blowing?

“Mind-blowing?” I ask her softly. Her eyes fly open.

“Usually, yes.”

One way to distract my wife is to change the topic, but I’m immensely curious. Her casual acceptance of my abilities in bed is frankly arousing and surprisingly sensual even if she doesn't mean it that way.  

"What was mind blowing?" I ask with delighted sensual curiosity.  

"You know," she says blushing the sweetest hue. Yes, I know everything that pleases her, and the knowledge of it turns me on. My wife's proximity, the way she stands up to me, even when we fight is a complete turn on. 

"I can guess," I whisper in a lascivious tone.  

"Christian, I--" she say completely astounded. 

"I like to please you," I murmur as I gingerly trace my thumb over her bottom lip.  

"You do," she replies in a hushed whisper. 

"I know," I say in a gentle voice. Leaning down forward, my voice a whispering breath in her ear, "It's the one thing I do know." I don't touch her. Just the sight, sound, and scent create a sensual environment if you know how to utilize them. She inhales my scent closing her eyes, trying to immerse herself, then opens her eyes and looks at me. I lean back and gaze down at her, smiling, knowing that she is under my spell.  

"What was mind-blowing, Anastasia?" I probe with a wicked gleam in my eyes.  

"You want the list?" she asks. What? This pleasantly surprises me. 

"There's a list?" I ask. 

She sighs and answers: "Well, the handcuffs, " she mumbles, then blushes, possibly remembering our honeymoon. I don't know if I like leaving marks on her. My brows furrow, and I hold her wrists up in my hand, and trace the pulse point on her wrist with my thumb.  

"I don't want to mark you," I say softly. Surely, she must know how much I value her, and what she means to me. Her breath is shallow, her eyes are dark, and wide. Desirous for me... My lips curl into a seductive smile. "Come home," I insist.  

"I have work to do."  

"Home," I repeat again. I want her in my house, in my bed, in my arms, and under me. I hate the distance, I hate that we fight, but I'm always turned on after a fight with her. I have to get her home. I feel bewildered. I look at her with determined, hungry, wanton, molten gray eyes and she gazes at me with her astounded blue gaze, trying to comprehend something. I want my wife to come home with me. Especially after this scare that harm would come to her, worrying me to no end, I'm not willing to leave her here. I lift my hand to her cheek, and softly caress it.  

"We could stay here," I say in a low, husky voice. Her eyes widen as if she's shocked with a 1000 Volts of electricity.  

"Christian, I don't want to have sex here. Your mistress has just been in this room."  

"She was never my mistress," I growl at her, my mouth goes into a grim line, and I frown.  

"That's just semantics, Christian." 

I frown again, puzzled. "Don't overthink this, Ana. She’s history," I say dismissing Leila and all the other subs. Her eyes widen again as if she's reliving a bad memory. Her eyes widen in fear, her face falls, her lips open to accommodate her increased breathing; she takes two shaky breaths.

She whispers out, “No...” in horror.

“Yes,” I counter forcefully, and holding my hand, I grasp her chin, lean down and place a tender kiss on her lips.

“Oh, Christian, you scare me sometimes,” she utters in complete horror. She grasps my head in her hands. Her fingers finally travel into my hair, and she pulls my lips to cover hers forcefully. Her sudden fervor stills me for a few seconds, but I find my arms wrapping around her body. Why is she suddenly so upset, so fearful?

“Why?” I ask.

“You could turn away from her so easily...”

I frown. I never loved Leila. No one every unlocked my heart, no one ever made me feel the way Anastasia makes me feel.

“And you think I might turn away from you, Ana? Why the hell would you think that? What’s brought this on?” She shakes her head.

“Nothing. Kiss me. Take me home,” she pleads. Yes, ma’am! I lean down and kiss her with all I’ve got.

*****  *****

The mood in the SUV on the way to Escala is the exact opposite of what it was on the way to SIP. Anastasia climbs on to my lap and her arms snake around my neck.

Sting ft. Stevie Wonder – Fragile

“Mrs. Grey, you should be buckled up,” I say, but wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, not letting her go. Taylor, being the professional he is, conveniently ignores us. After the fear, anger, and anxiety I’ve endured today, having her in my arms is like holding the most precious item in the entire world; so soft to touch within the captivity of my arms. We are entwined with ever interlacing curves of our bodies. She leans on my arm, and for a moment, the evening sun reflects on her face resting on my chest. It makes me think that there are days in life worth life and worth death. And this woman, my wife, the center of my universe is worth to live for, and worth to die for.

At first I didn't understand her championing Leila’s cause until I realized that she thought I might leave her when she did something wrong that I disapproved. She does something I disapprove nearly every day. But whatever she does is life affirming, maddening, driving me insanity, and torturing me and yet she is the only one who can challenge me like that. I will always want to be in control, but the love I have for her always clashes with my tendency to be in control of everything at all times. No matter what she does, who she talks to, or how she disobeys willingly or otherwise, it’s not enough for her to cast me off, to drive me away. No one can get me to be rid of my wife, or she rid of me, and no one, no woman or other entity will every come between us. I would pursue her to the ends of the earth. I love her madly. The debauched realities of my past, the nightmares of the pimp’s abuse and the death of the crack whore keeping me wakeful at night; but those pains of the past pale in comparison with the kind of the harm my wife can inflict me if she was to get hurt. Because I know that Anastasia is the only one who can truly wound me, hurt me, drive me to insanity; make me wander through heaven and hell within the same day.

Though I want her to be safe during the drive to home and buckled up, at the moment I just want her face remain pressed close to my heart. I don’t want to let her away from the close embrace of my arms. Even though she’s made me furious, anxious and scared by seeing Leila, having her within the safety of my arms is a slice of heaven. I close my eyes, and inhale her scent. Then place a kiss on top of her head as Taylor slowly pulls into the underground parking garage. As soon as he parks the car, I take Anastasia’s hand, and pull her to my side. The ride up the elevator is a long one. When we reach to our penthouse, I pull Anastasia’s hand without a word, and take her in the direction of our bedroom without a word to Taylor. She scuttles behind me, “wait, I have to put my briefcase down,” she says. I take it from her hand and toss it on to the table by the sofa.

When we get into our room, I close the door behind us, locking it, and as she takes a few steps towards her closet, I yank her back to me so fast, she’s flush with me. Excited, her chest is heaving up and down in rapid succession. I lean down, seeking her permission to kiss her. She lifts her head up, and capturing my face pulls me to her lips. There’s nothing gentle in our carnal expression. I want her badly.

“I want you bound...cuffed...” I whisper hoarsely into her lips.

“Christian—I... I don’t know if it’s a good idea after today. Will you hurt me?”

“Ana...” I groan. “I don’t want to hurt you. I thought cuffs were somewhere on top of your list,” I say challenging her. “I want to please you, baby.” I murmur into her lips nipping and sucking her lower lip. She moans, and I swallow her sound up by sealing my mouth over hers again.

“Then... Ohhh,” she moans, “yes, do it!”

“Wait,” I say, and I walk to the stereo, and set it on with four songs, putting them on repeat. Then I open a dresser drawer and get a few items out, and put them beside me as I sit on the bed to take my shoes and sock off and finally I slowly saunter back to my wife who is watching my every move. “Take your clothes off. Slowly...” I whisper seductively. The stereo comes to life with the soft melody of a violin playing.

“Oh!” Anastasia gasps. She slowly unbuttons her shirt, and lets it slide off her arms. Then she unzips her grey pencil skirt and shimmies it down with sensual movements of her hips. They pool at her feet. I hold her hand and let her walk out of her skirt. She’s standing before me in her bra and the panties, her garter belt and stockings. I slowly exhale. Fuck! I’m a lucky, lucky man! Then velvety voice of Sting comes up singing, “Whenever I say your name.”

Sting – Whenever I Say Your Name

When her hands reach out to unclip her stockings, I stop her.

“Keep them on,” I murmur as I run my index finger over her chin; gentlest of touches.

“Now the bra,” I say. She unclasps her lacy bra, and slowly slides it off her arms. My tongue runs over my teeth and my lips.

“And, you won’t be needing these,” I whisper and I rip off her panties. She gasps. I slowly take my jacket off. Loosen my tie a little more, and take it off my neck. I wrap it around my wife’s neck, and tighten it only a little.

“Unbutton my shirt,” I order. Her eyes brighten, her nostrils widen, and she smiles. Then unbuttons my shirt all the way down, and pulls it out of my the waistband of my pants. Her hands move to unbutton my pants, but I hold her hands.

“Just unzip them. I want you on your knees first,” I say.

“Oh my,” she whispers. She unzips me, and dips her hand into my boxers releasing my erection. As she holds my erection in her hand, “Wait, baby,” I say to my overanxious wife. “Your shoes.”
I sit her on the bed, and take them off one by one running my thumb under the arch of her feet. She shivers with the sensation, and supports herself with her hands.

“I want to blindfold you, and tie your hands behind. All I want is your mouth...for now,” I smile.
Her breathing speeds up. I pull a chair by the bed, and toss a pillow on the floor before the chair.
“Turn around, baby,” I whisper.

“Christian,” she murmurs with uncertainty.

“Do you trust me, Ana?” I whisper my question to her ear; my voice just a breath. She nods her head. I cuff her hands behind her.

“Now kneel on the pillow, baby,” I say, and she obeys immediately. I sit on the chair, and her eyes are on my substantial erection, greedy. She leans in and captures the tip of my erection, sheathing it with her lips.

“Aghh!... Slow baby!” I groan, holding her head still. “I still want to blindfold you.”

She swirls her tongue over the tip of my cock. “Shit! Baby!” I buck my hips. I put the blindfold on her eyes. I hold her head, and slowly guide her mouth over my erection. She slowly eases my erection in and out of her mouth. She grazes her teeth along the way as “Every Breath you take” comes on.

Sting – Every Breath You Take

A smile creeps up on Anastasia’s lips, and she moves her mouth almost to the root of my penis, and making me take a sharp intake of breath.

 Ahhh! Ana!” I utter, my voice a ragged sound. She hollows her cheeks and sucks me hard and fast. “Yes!” I hiss. Her tongue grazes from root to tip as she pulls her mouth back, and makes a groaning sound. Sweat mists her, glistening her skin even more, and making my excitement grow. I’m at her mercy.

“Slow baby... Ana! Ffffuck!” I grasp the arms of the chair as she pumps me, making me climax.

“Baby! Ahhh! I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t slow down! Ana!” groan, my toes curling, my head falls back. She’s telling me that she owns me! Shit! This is...!

My eyes roll back in my head as I feel the tip of my cock spurting thickly into her mouth, and she slows her ministrations, and sucks me dry. When I come down from my high, I manage to open my eyes up and hear the last cord on the song, “I’ll be watching you.” When she pulls her lips away from my cock, it’s barely semi-tamed.

I pull her blindfold off. She blinks her eyes, and looks up at me with a satisfied look on her face.

“Tskkk...tsskk.... tsskk... Mrs. Grey. You confound me. Own me. I’m in awe of you,” I say lifting her off the floor. “But I think it’s time to return the favor, baby,” I smile lasciviously. I discard my shirt, and my pants off without taking my eyes off my wife. I walk her backwards to bed, and she stops as the backs of her legs hits the bed. I undo the leather cuff from one of her hands, and rub her wrists. Pushing her back to bed, I climb over her. I take the leather cuffs and bound each elbow to each knee. She’s trussed up, and so fucking hot.

Great Gig in the Sky – Pink Floyd

I lean down and pin her hips opening them even further, dipping her into the bed. I start trailing kisses up her leg, and finally reaching to her sex. I swipe and flutter my tongue over her wet, swollen sex.  I suck her clit into my mouth, and she moans, lifting her hips up to meet my mouth, making me grin. As I move my tongue expertly over her clit, I lift up her buttocks and insert two fingers into her drenched sex. My mouth is relentless on her blooming sex as my fingers dig in and out of her.

“Oh please, Christian,” she begs, and I take my fingers out of her and slow my tongue’s amorous assaults on her sex, and lift my head back a little, and gently blow on her to cool the building tension.

“All in good time,” I murmur. She was quite relentless, even tied up and blindfolded. I should return the favor. She pulls against her restraints, but her legs are wide open and her elbows bounds to her knees. She is forced to bear the full effects of the pleasure I’m giving her. I lean in, and my mouth covers the entrance to her sex. I run my tongue along her opening, and swirl it over her clit several times. Then I dip my tongue into her sex, and expertly swirl inside her, lapping...once, twice, three times. My tongue goes in and out relentlessly. Her hands find my head, and she fists them into my hair. I feel the familiar tightening of her muscle, “Don’t come,” I murmur, in a warning. “I will spank you if you come.” She moans in response.

I want to teach my wife how to control her urge to come, how to prolong the sensation, how to multiply and increase the end result.

“Control, Ana. It’s all about control,” I remind her. Then I move my tongue over her sex, dipping, licking, sucking, and tongue fucking her relentlessly, building up her sensations, and touching her hot spot, and she can no longer stand the built up tension. Orgasm rolls in large waves, and I make sure I continue and suck everything she is ready to give me. She moans, and unable to hold back any further, she pushes her sex into my mouth, giving in.

“Oh, Ana. You came,” I scold her. I feel victorious, being able to draw multiple orgasms out of my wife and she failed to resist, me...again. I flip her onto her front, and she tries to support herself on her forearms. On a particularly high note of the song, I lift my hand up and smack her across her buttock very hard. It feels incredible.

“Ah!” she cries out.

“Control,” admonish her, and grab her hips up, and thrust my cock into her hard in one swift movement, and immediately feel the rolling aftershocks of her orgasm still tightening her muscles inside. I still deep inside her, relishing the feel of it. Then I lean over and unclip both the cuffs. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my lap, her back to my front. I curl my hand beneath her chin around her throat.

“Move,” I order.

She moans and rises up and down on my lap. I want her too much to make this slow and sweet.

“Faster,” I whisper hoarsely.

She moves faster and faster. I groan, and tip her head back and nibble her neck. I move my other hand across her body, starting from her hip, down to her sex, and onto her clitoris, and closing my fingers around her sex, I start stimulating her.

“Yes, Ana,” I rasp softly into her ear. “You are mine. Only you,” I whisper reminding her that no one else matters. Just her!

“Yes,” she breathes, and her sex clenches as she moves up and down, and trying to milk every drop out of me, sheathing my entire length.

“Come for me,” I command her.

And she obeys.

“Christian!” she shouts my name, and that one name is my undoing. I hold her as her climax busts her in the seam, and I buck into her twice more, deeper, and empty myself in her, claiming my wife inside out.

“Oh, Ana, I love you,” I groan, as I hear Sting croon, “that’s not the shape of my heart.”

Sting – Shape of My Heart

I kiss her shoulder and smooth her hair from her face. “Does that make the list, Mrs. Grey?” I murmur. She’s lying on the bed on her belly. I gently knead her backside. I prop myself up beside her on one elbow.


“Is that a yes?”

“Hmmm...” she says smiling.

I grin and kiss her again, and she rolls on her side to face me.

“Well?” I probe, anxious to know how I performed.

“Yes. It makes the list. But it’s a long list.”

I grin ear to ear, somehow incredibly happy with my wife’s approval. I lean forward and kiss her gently. “Good. Shall we have dinner?” I ask with love and mischief.

She nods. She then reaches over and gently pulls the little hairs on my chest. “I want you to tell me something,” she whispers.


“Don’t get mad.”

“What is it, Ana?” I ask.

“You do care.”

What? Why would she bring that up that right after we had mind-blowing sex? My eyes widen. There’s no room for anyone else. It’s just her.

“I want you to admit that you care. Because the Christian I know and love would care.”

That stops me in my tracks. My eyes are on hers. What does she want from me? What would I say? I don’t love her. But I’m not made of rock. I... I don’t know. What I feel for Leila, or think of her is nothing compared to what I feel for Ana. Care, yes... From one human being to another. From someone who had a relationship with... Fuck, Ana! Why do you do this to me? I open my mouth. And close it. She looks at me as if she begs me to have a heart. Fuck! Yes, I do have a heart!

“Yes. Yes, I care. Happy?” I ask in a whisper.

She sighs her relief, and smiles. “Yes. Very.”

What the hell? I frown. “I can’t believe I’m talking to you now, here in our bed, about--“

She puts her finger over my lips. “We’re not. Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”

I sigh, and shake my head. “You beguile and bewilder me, Mrs. Grey.”

“Good,” she replies with a sweet smile and kisses me.

*****  *****
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: The List
Date: September 9, 2011 09:32
To: Christian Grey

That’s definitely at the top.

A x

Anastasia Grey
Commissioning Editor, SIP
My intercom buzzes.

“Mr. Grey, Barney wishes to speak to you.”

“Put him through.”

“Mr. Grey, I’d like to show you the new set-up I’ve created to stop unauthorized access to the server room if you have time, sir.” I look at my watch. I still have about 30 minutes to the meeting with the Taiwanese.

“Yeah... I think I have just enough time. I’ll come over.”

“Very good, sir. I’ll show you some schematics first, then, I’ll explain how the new entry system to the server room works,” he says with the excitement of a new toy. A necessary new expensive toy.

I type and send a message to Anastasia, but the battery of my cell phone is nearly drained.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Tell Me Something
New Date: September 9, 2011 09:41
To: Anastasia Grey

You've said that for the last three days.
Make your mind up. Or...we could try something else.

Christian Grey
CEO, Enjoying this Game, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I walk out of my office.

“Andrea, I’m going to check something. I’ll be around the office, but I need you to charge my cell phone, and if someone calls, answer and take a message.”

“Certainly, sir,” she says and extends her hand to receive the cell phone. Taylor is standing, and ready to follow me.

“I won’t be long Taylor. You can go take a coffee break,” I say, and he nods. Barney’s office isn't far. He’s got a command central set up on his desk. It’s a geek’s wet dream.

“Mr. Grey! Here’s what I have for the new system, and I believe you are going to see how beneficial it will be stopping any and all unauthorized access to our server room which as you would agree is crucial to our company operations.

It takes him all but ten minutes to explain the simple yet effective system.

“As I explained to you sir,” he recaps as we walk to the server room, “there are ten physical security measures we took. We've already had a lock up system, but clearly it wasn’t as effective as we thought it was. We also had a surveillance system but now I’ve added wall cameras as opposed to only overhead cameras to identify the face entering into the room. We've locked up most vulnerable devises already. We have the top of the line security system watching over the server room. Now the entry into the room is harder than getting an artifact checked out from Vatican’s Secret Archives,” he says grinning.

“Well, I just hope that it does not impede with the functions of the server room should you need to enter into it quickly.”

“Of course, sir. I’ve already implemented bypass for that like you would in a safe room. Here, let me show you,” he says. As he starts demonstrating, Taylor runs towards us full speed. His face is grim. What the hell happened? My heart rate increases.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure yet. Ana...” he says, then corrects himself, “Mrs. Grey called trying to reach you.”

“Spit it out! What’s wrong with Ana?” I ask as I briskly start walking towards my office.

“Something’s wrong, and she’s not in her office. You need to call her immediately. Andrea said she was very upset, near tears.”

“Where the hell is Sawyer?”

“I only had the time to find you sir. I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Fuck!” I mutter a curse.  

                                          *****  *****
♡ Happy Birthday Khadene!  


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solanne said...

Great chapter as always,

I do appreciate when you fill up the blank parts in Mrs James work (as on The Grace)- So cool.

Just a little thing and I'm sorry if i'm boring you, I liked the convesation between Barney and Fifty, but in the FSF book, Fifty isn't he with the taiwanese guys when Ana call in after Ray accident?

I said : "I have a meeting with some guys over from Taiwan. I can't blow them off. It's a deal we've been hammering out for months"

In fact, maybe it's later, after Barney... It's possible... non?

jeangb said...

Well dispite your personal worries you have written us a great chapter And I get to thankyou first.
How is your mum? hope every thing is ok.

I just love these insights into CG

Unknown said...

Oh your killing me here emine that chapter was brill, can't wait for what's to come, please don't leave us hanging long for the next chapter!

Hope your mam is doing ok :)


annie7632 said...

A great chapter yet again.... I am on the edge of my seat wanting to read the next one.
I hope you and your family are well and that your mother is doing okay....
Take care love Anne

Unknown said...

Wow! Def worth the wait. Hope all is well.
Can't wait until next wk

Mel aus

Unknown said...

Oh my goodness pay such attention to details! Thank you for another wonderful chapter....and as always, look forward to the next. Thank you Emine!

Anonymous said...

Dear Emine,
So looking forward to next few installments . Great chapter, hope Mum and family are well.
Kathyxx (Australia)

Prince50 said...

Love Love Loved it!

Angela said...

Hi Eminé ,
As always you exeed yourself!!!
This chapter is super:) ! You are incredible,i like very very much the Grace trip and your subtiles details .
it's like i see them!! I ve just told you that you re incredible?you have Made my day,i love the way you make see me Christian's thoughts!!
I ve hated Leila because she used Ana to see Christian but then i thought that Everyone would have done like her!!!
How can Leila doesn't have a contact with Christian after what they have done it's maddening!!!!
I would be able to do everything only to have him as friend ,believe me.
He is the right man in all his shades!! And i love him too much and i love the way he loves ANA what a lucky girl she is!!! So Eminé at this point i ll take a shower this chapter is really really hot!!!!:):):)
Thank you xxxxxxxxxxxxx. Angela

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Thank you everyone!

Solanne - When Ana called looking for Christian, he wasn't in his office. He was wondering around the building and the only reason he came back to the phone was because Andrea had him found. I have mentioned there that he had a meeting with the Taiwanese within 30 minutes which is why he went to see Barney.

The meeting with the Taiwanese hasn't started yet, and it is only minutes away which is why Ros is going to be there for the meeting (he's not back to his office yet) and she will remind him of the meeting that he can't possibly leave come rain or high water :)

So, that part will be in the beginning of next chapter. I know, because when I had to write the outline, I had to carefully account all his time within that 30 minutes. We're on the correct tract still. When the following chapter comes out, you'll see what I mean. This is the time when Andrea couldn't find him, and when he gets back to the office, the meeting with the Taiwan people is about to assemble.

Jacqueline Lopes said...

Oi Emine!! Ótimo cap,como sempre você é ótima.Espero que você é sua família esteja bem.Melhoras para sua mãe.

Daniela Martins said...

Thank you, Emine! You are wonderfull!
hugs hugs hugs for you!
Did you get my e-mail?
Good morning!

Anonymous said...

amazing chapter as usual!!!!
you are an amzing person and writer


Anonymous said...

Hi Emine, came across your blog 5 days ago.Loved it absolutely.Thank You.Lots of luv.

Anonymous said...

Wow. Great chapter, thank you.. can't wait for more. Your a very talented writer.

Catarina* said...

I LOVED this chapter! I've sent you and email saying everything my dear!

I hope you are ok :)



Sheila said...

I really love this chapter, it was a favourite of mine in the FSOG book. leila is such a naughty madam and it was just a favourite chapter of mine with Christian charging into the meeting room the way he did. So reading this from Christian's pov was just brilliant, thank you.

Anonymous said...

Excellent!!!!!!!!!!!! I really die to read the next chapter! Greetings

Amanda said...

wow Awesome chapter!! The pics were HOT! My favorite was the second one, where he is biting her ear! Wow!! Need more pics of him though

mnm92275 said...

Emine, Another great chapter!!! This is the start of the best part of the story (for me). I can't wait to see this all through his eyes. I hope your mom is doing good and I have been saying little prayers that everything works out for her. Thank you so much for posting. I will be waiting for the next chapter as patiently as I can lol. I hope you have a great weekend!!!! Melinda <3

Catarina* said...

I think you might not have received my commentary, but I've sent you and email, so that's ok!

I loved, just loved this chapter. We are getting to the part I want the most! :)

I just wanted to say again that I hope you are ok (and that you have already good news about your mom) and send my love!



Anonymous said...

What an exciting chapter! You have nailed Christian's POV to a tee.
Thank you

Crazy70 said...

Emine: beautifully done!! Great chapter...hope all is good in your life, work and every other aspect. Have a great wkend and thank you for writing

EPFlaig said...

Amazing as always!!!

mzthang said...

HI Emine,

First let me wish your mom well and I hope she is doing ok.

Thanks for another wonderful chapter as we eagerly anticipate the one coming up.... let the drama begin....

Big hugs to you hun!

~eagerly awaiting the next chapter in the Caribbean.

Unknown said...

Hello Emine, Thank you for another brilliant chapter. I have had to play catch up, my uncle not doing so well with his leukemia so its been a tough few weeks he seems to ok for the moment. Im sorry to hear about your mum I hope that everything will be okay. I know its easier to keep busy but be careful not to wear yourself out.

Anyway enough of the serious, Your work on this chapter was excellent. I always thought he really overreacted with leila however seeing it from his point of view i can understand why he was a bit mad. Loving the extra bits you are giving us they are brilliant.
Poor Christian this next few chapters are going to be so tough for him, will be a very interesting read.
Thank you again for your dedication you really are a fantastic person!
Love as always,
Claire Scotland xxx

Anonymous said...

Oh I bet its ray... thats why she left.
Cant wait. Ughhh cannot
Prayers to your mom
JLZ louisiana :)

Lena said...

Hi Emine,
Thank you for a great and very hot chapter love it,you are the best. I'm looking foreword to the next chapter, hope your mom is ok.


Anonymous said...

Hello Emine!

First off you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. I hope everything is okay with you mom. *hugs* to you.

This chapter, oh where to start?!?

Thanks for adding the extra scene with them going sailing. It was nice to read them having some fun, and the follow up to him wanting her to learn to sail. Along with that I loved seeing him planning her birthday. Again something he mentioned in the book (things didn't turn out how he planned) You are filling in all these blanks and I love it.

Now on to the evil witch Lelia. Man even the 4 lines you added at the start had me hating her more. I do think she wanted to plant doubt in Ana's mind and I was happy to see Christian caught that. I liked his range of emotions with that scene. I think I am in the minority and I wanted him to cut her off then and there. Christian needs a wake up call and he's going to get it soon.

Some of his thoughts foreshadowed what was to come and I liked that. I still believe that his POV makes this story that much more intense and heartfelt at the same time. Thanks for giving it to us.

Cliffhanger... nice!


Unknown said...

Dear Emine,

every time you post new chapter, I am repeating myself. You are truly an amazing writer. Seriously.
Christian's anxiety in Leila scene.

Lines at the top of the chapter? God, I hate her.

Darling, you take care of yourself and your family and can't wait for your next masterpiece.

Lots of love,
Nina xx

Anonymous said...

I'm in awe with your work on the story.

Greetings from Denmark

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Carol said...

Hi Emine! Hope all is going well with your mom. Happy Birthday, Khadene! Ah yes, another mind blowing chapter with our two favorite lovers in the world. One with a smart mouth that doesn't take any crap and one with a heart as big as the state of Washington. Loved it from Christian's perspective. Happy Weekend, Love, Carol

Ediene O Maia said...

Hi Emine! I'm loving every chapter that you are writing, I found your page has a month and I'm looking forward to the next chapter. I hope you and your family are well. Improvements to his mother.

Monica Goyer said...

Thanks! I love read those

Kara A. said...

Can we say cliffhanger??!! Edge of my seat!! I was so into it that when I got to the last sentence I was like "I know she didn't just stop it there." LOL!! Great job as usual. Are you tired of hearing/reading that from us lol?? I anxiously await the next chapter. Take care of yourself and your mom is still in my thoughts and prayers. :)

Unknown said...

love it!!! I can't wait for the next chapter! love to your family. gonna go celebrate my little one's birthday. Hope everything with your mom is okay.. You're in my prayers


Unknown said...

Another fab chapter can not wait for the next one, hope your mam is ok x :)

Unknown said...

Completely off topic but Joanne Im so jealous of your picture, its a dream of mine to swim with dolphins one which i hope to get to do one day x

~*PaKaHaJa*~ said...

Wonderful chapter as always Eminé

I have been reading, just slack in the commenting section.

I'm not sure what's going on, but from all the comments I hope your mum is ok.

Miss talking to you.
Lots of love
Gail xoxoxo

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Luciene said...

Hi Emine
Once more the chapter was amazing! You left me anxious for next chapter again
I hope your mom is ok.
Kisses and Hugs

Leanne rossell said...

Hi Emine
What another amazing chapter, despite all your personal worries!!!
I can't wait for the next chapter xxx

Unknown said...

Hi Emine!!
Beautiful work as usual ;) I love the way you write and I can't wait for the next update! You've made my day once again!

I really hope that your mom is okay!! Sending big hugs to you!!!

Love from Emilia Sweden!!

Unknown said...

Hi Emine--
First, all good wishes to you and your family. Second, thank you for your amazing work. Third, I can't believe you ended the chapter on a cliffhanger! :-) Even though I've read the books several times, I still thought "Eeek! I can't believe the chapter is ending NOW!" I can't wait to hear Christian's take on the upcoming events. I'm sure all of our appetites are well and truly whetted for the next installment. Brava!

Ana Maria said...

Meu deus, é mais viciante do que o livro original, não consigo parar de ler. Espero que o próximo capítulo esteja em breve acessível para nós. Um grande abraço e... obrigada

Ana Maria said...

:) feliz em ler isso aqui, demais.

Ana Maria said...

Meu deus, é mais viciante do que o livro original, não consigo parar de ler. Espero que o próximo capítulo esteja em breve acessível para nós. Um grande abraço e... obrigada

Unknown said...

Loved it!!!! You never disappoint eminé :-) xx

Anonymous said...

This chapter is a real cliff hanger. Can't wait to see where you go next? As always love reading and thanks for making the time.

Angela said...

Hi Eminé how was your weekend?
I hope it went well!!!
You re in charge for another amazing chapter?
I m looking forward for it!!!
Have a good week!
xxxx. Angela
Hugs and love

Anonymous said...

woooooooow!!! i absolutely loved this chapter! Emine' you are truly talented and i hope to read more of your deliteful work...can't wait for the next chapter!

jeangb said...

Hi Emine,Do you think that CG will reinstate Prescott? After all she wasn't reponsable for letting Leila in. I think Ana would try and persuade him even if she doesn't like her very much.

Prayers for you and your mum

Anonymous said...

Emine, you are fantastic, I´m so happy for the Christian POV. He is so cute, lovely!

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine, hope everything is fine with your mom.Wanted to know when is the next chapter going to be posted.Waiting anxiously for it and thank you so much for your efforts in bringing CG to us .I have to keep reminding myself that he is a fictional character.Lots of luv from India.Sonu

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine, best wishes for you and your mom.Wanted to know when the next is going to be posted.Thank you so much for the effort you are putting in in bringing CG to us.I have to keep reminding myself that he is a fictional character.Lots of luv from India.Sonu

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Happy Wednesday everyone!
I’m working on the outline for next chapter today. I want to post it on Sunday night/Monday morning. Jean – there hasn’t been any other mention of Prescott, however that doesn’t mean she’s not reinstated especially when she’s pregnant, because it’s a lot easier to talk to a woman (well, I don’t know if that holds true for Prescott), but I think Christian would rather have a woman help her if she needed some help especially in and around the bathroom. We’ll see that play out in book IV which I’ll start after she reveals she’s pregnant. That way we have a clean slate for the “family man” persona to develop and knowing Christian, this won’t be an overnight transformation.

Muito obrigado Ana Maria! Você é muito gentil! Um grande abraço e beijos :)

Vee- You can be sure that Leila will be back in Book IV. She’s healing, but healing her depression doesn't get rid of her obsession with Christian, or her desire to be with him. The boyfriend is dead, and the husband doesn't want anything to do with her – considering she ran away, she doesn't want him either. But, she’ll never give Christian up (willingly). However she won’t cross to the west of Mississippi. It’ll happen in NY. That’s going to be in the later parts of Book IV. More of Dr. Flynn helping Christian adjust to his new status as dad and of course his ever present control freakery trying to protect a pregnant Ana and baby. It’ll just add a new layer to his already present persona. Ana is still very young, and learning, but she’s still too naïve when it comes to female competition. We know our own kind, don’t we? Leila has been around the block quite a few times, and she is a master manipulator; this is evident because she’s managed to deter Taylor, Welch, Prescott, and Sawyer not to mention CG himself. She knows how to observe people and act accordingly. That says a lot about a person; she’s calculating. We’ll see more of her.

Anyway, I wanted to write a reply to you all and started several times, but I was too distraught waiting news about my mom. She had her biopsy yesterday; it’ll take 6 weeks to get results. My sister told me that no local anesthetics were applied, and she was in a lot of pain during biopsy, and made her cry during the entire procedure. To top that, her doctor highly suspects that the mass is cancerous. I told myself I wasn't going to cry but I ended up crying until I ran out of tears for her yesterday. I now have an overwhelming urge to sleep, but I got a lot of writing to do since I ended working late Sunday to finish an editing project, and worked late both on Monday and Tuesday, I’m allocating today for writing. I’m supposed to go to Jury duty in June, but under the circumstances, I’d rather go to Canada to be with my mom.

You see, we all have something in our lives. No two difficulties are alike. Along the course of the year, I've lost some dear readers to cancer or other ailments, some of whom are your friends, and some of you lost your loved ones. But the beauty of humanity lies in our fight to survive, to live, to thrive, to inspire, and not just barely exist or giving up on life, but exist happily. I've done my crying buckets load of crying last night, and today is a new day. And the poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley was going through my head all night when I sort of felt defeated.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul…

And first time in my life, I understand my mom a lot better but I’m not ready to say goodbye:

It’s a beautiful spring day outside; trees are donning new leaves, flowering, birds are chirping; there’s hope. So, I’m starting my day over, writing, working, hoping.

Angela said...

Dear Eminé ,
I m happy you tell us about your life , it feels like we are not alone in all our worries!!
I know you re very strong but when it concerns our family everything changes!
I hope all the best for your mom and i m sure that something change for better!!!
You never disappoint us also now and here is your strenght thank you!!!
Talking about C&A ,i think that Mrs. Robinson will never stop to harass Christian ,like Leila what do you think about ?i don t think that they leave Christian live his beautyful life without other interferences!!!!
In the other side i understand them very well!!! We all love Christian and it s difficult don t fight for him!!!!!!
I wish you serenity and good work!!!
With love xxxxx. Angela

jeangb said...

Thankyou Emine for your reply to my thoughts.

Spring is springing here in UK as well; new life, new hope,for the future. Regards to your mumxx prayers for her and you and your family.

i know you are busy but I can't wait for the next episode :-)x

Unknown said...

Hi Emine--
I hope that you, your mom and your family are holding up. Im sure that everyone who reads the blog will be thinking of you all and hoping for the best.
I'm eager to discover what you have in store for Book IV. I'm sure it's inevitable that Leila comes back and tries to manipulate the other characters, but I hope that through it all, CG stays faithful to Ana. I know in so many of the other fan fiction stories, CG cheats on Ana, but I feel that's a huge betrayal of the emotional journey the characters have taken together. I have faith, however, that you won't take them down that path. In other matters, do you have a publication date for the Pella Series?

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Angela, Jean & Shannon,

Thank you all for your well-wishes!
It means a lot to me, and I appreciate all of you. <3

Shannon: No, Christian or Ana will not cheat on each other. I already have a clear outline in my head, and it will involve the baby. Either one of them cheating would kill the other. I don't have a clear date for the release of Pella yet. I'm working hard to finish it. Life gets in the way, but that won't stop me from finishing it.

And you know that the bitch troll isn't the kind to give up easily.

I also have a showdown in mind with Linc. 2 weddings one of which coinciding with Ana's birth. There's a lot of excitement in the store.

~*PaKaHaJa*~ said...

Oh my beautiful friend... I am soo sorry to hear about your mum... From what I had read that was going through my mind...

I will have a talk to James and get him to send some good vibes, and truly hope that it's not the big horrible C word.. It sucks big time...

sending you lots of love and hugs at this time, and no matter what, allow yourself to cry when you need to. I didn't, I felt I had to stay strong for Harry, and now regret it, as I have a lot of trouble crying when I have to over James. Although I'm sure in 5 weeks time I will as it's his birthday and that will be a hard day...

xoxoxoxox <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

xx Gail xx

Lupatinadora said...

I am re-reading book II for the third time and anxiously waiting for the next chapter. Thank you so much for doing this! Beijo

Lupatinadora said...

I am re-reading book II for the third time and anxiously waiting for the next chapter. Thank you so much for doing this! Beijo

Anonymous said...

I am re-reading book II for the third time and anxiously waiting for the next chapter. Thank you so much for doing this! Beijo

Luciene said...

Hi Emine
I was sad to hear about your mom. I send good vibes for you your family and I sure all will go well and your mom will live many years yet.
I loved to know about the fourth book. I'm anxious to read now kkkkkkk.
Good rest of the week and weekend wonderful for you and your family.
P.S: Elena Lincoln returns in the fourth book for to try have your place together with CG? The Christian will betray Ana?

Luciene said...

Hi Emine
I was sad to hear about your mom. I send good vibes for you your family and I sure all will go well and your mom will live many years yet.
I loved to know about the fourth book. I'm anxious to read now kkkkkkk.
Good rest of the week and weekend wonderful for you and your family.
P.S: Elena Lincoln returns in the fourth book for to try have your place together with CG? The Christian will betray Ana?

Catarina* said...

My dear Emine,

I'm so sorry to hear that your mother had to endure pain during all the biopsy! I though at least they would try to do it without so much pain, but I don't know if they can use anesthetic in every case :s

I know you said that the doctor thinks it's cancer, and I'm here really hoping it isn't, that neither your mom neither you and your family have to endure that, but if it turns out correct, if it's cancer, sweetie, it's like I said before, these days, the key is to find the disease quickly! And when they do (depending on the type of cancer, of course), it's not a death sentence. You'll see that everything will turn out ok, even if takes a long time and a big fight against it from your mom, she will be ok. And you will be with her, and help her with everything you can. She will know all the time how much you love her. And that is really important!

Today is a new day, and tomorrow will be other. You are one of the strongest persons I know, and I'm sure you are going to fight this with your mom and never give up on hope. Because the world is made of hope and love and faith, right? You said that to me honey. Know don't ever forget that!

And we are all here, we can't do much but everything we can do, we'll do, ok? Count on me :)

Love you!


Unknown said...


I have never posted before but I have an avid follower of your blog. I absolutely love it. I am glad to hear that you won't have either of them cheating in Book IV. I have heard it said that EL James did tweet a comment that she would never have had either of them cheating. It would totally waste the story and the journey they have both took.

I am also very said to hear about your mother. I lost my mother to Cancer when I was only 16 and recently lost my father 6 months ago - so you have got to keep praying and hopefully everything will turn out ok.

Can't wait for more.......

Unknown said...

Hi Emine

I have never posted before but I have followed your blog allthe way through. Excited you are going to write Book IV. I am glad you have decided not to have either of them cheat on one another. I ready that EL James tweeted that she would never have had either of them cheating. It would waste the story and the unbelieveable journey they have both been through.

Stay positive about your mother - I am sure she will be ok - you have so many people praying for her.

Thanks for your writing....

Bel said...

Hi Emine I'm excited to the next chapter. I'm tired of pressing the F5, Kisses. I love you.
Hugs Neuza you're amazing !_!

Anonymous said...

Praying for your mom.I hope your fears do not come true and that you and your family do not have to undergo this difficult situation.I have lived that suspense while waiting for the results for my mother in law and I do not wish it on anyone.Fortunately cancer was not confirmed in her case .You need to be strong for your mother.Sending you all the luck.Sonu

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine!

Please please tell us that your mother is ok! I wish all the best to her and tell her to stay strong!!! Well, I read in one of your previous comments that you are going to post book 4 after Ana reveals she is pregnant... are they going to hurt each other again in the story you are going to create? Or we will see Christian‘s adjustment to the baby circumstances? I am not gonna handle it if they betray each other!!! :‘( His reactions are not going to be good from the very beginning, but I hope that he is going to be as romantic, protective and loving towards Ana as he was before the revelation of the pregnancy... Well, as for Leila and Elena, I am soooooo looking forward to seeing what they are going to do!!! But PLEASE tell me that Christian and Ana will remain in love!!! Not another break up!!! (I repeat myself, I know but I am worried and it will kill me, you know! :P)

Once again good luck to your mom and tell her to stay strong for her children!!!

A HUUUUUGE fan from Greece!!! <3

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Thank you everyone for your well wishes.

As for book IV, no breakups, no betrayals. Ana and Christian's love is unbreakable. We all know that. I could never ever write a line about betrayal for them. But, Leila is delusional and mentally unbalanced. She will make attempts to be a part of his life... I don't want to give away too much. But her mental balance will shift after the baby is born. She wanted "more" from him, and guess what she might do after he becomes a dad... I have it outlined already but it's not about betrayal. But a couple can have other hurts and fears especially those of us who have children.

It will happen in NY because she's not supposed to come to the west of Mississippi. Of course we haven't seen the last of Elena, or Linc. Ana and Christian's love will only get stronger. On that account, you may rest easy.

Angela said...

Hi Eminé ,
I m really really happy that this bad things doesn't t happen between them!!! I was very worry about it i could not stand to see C&A separate!! I have had an heartache only thinking about it, but then i realize that Christian will never betray ANA and so her!!
In any case i m really sure that you 'd never written this awful end of this beautyful story !!! I m so happy for them !!!

No one will destroy their love !!! They are "more" for each other!! No one can separate what God joins!!!!!!
with love xxxxxx<3. Angela

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Don't worry Angela, there's no separation. Love can be put to test without separation because Christian has adversaries who can provide quite a bit of challenge.

In the past, it was just Christian, and he had no ties to anyone other than his family. Subs were replaceable. Now, there's going to be more to protect for him, he'll have more people to love (Ana and his child). When you have everything people envies, you'll have enemies. They want what you have. That will be where the challenge lies.

It's not breakup, nor separation. Their love is firmly in place. What I have in mind is something totally different. I don't want to give it away. I have the players in my head, and I know the outline. Be patient.

Angela said...

Thank you Eminé ,
I don t want to know what you have in mind now because i love suspance and you are a master in this !!!!!thank you! I ll wait!!!!
xxxx Angela

Daniela Martins said...

Hello, Emine!
How is your mom? I wish all the best for her!
Everything is gonna be alright!
Don't worry!
Hugs and love for you and your family!
Dani ;-)

cat675 said...

Another great read as always. Love this story line from Christians POV.

Anonymous said...

Eta on new chapter

Unknown said...

Olá Emine desejo tudo de melhor pra vc e sua família, que sua mãe receba os melhores resultados e se recupere logo, eu ja sofri a perda de uma tia para o câncer, e eu sei como é, mas tenha fé em Deus que tudo dará certo, Aqui no Brasil a sua legião de fãs estão torcendo por vc. Bem ficamos muito felizes que vc irá escrever o quarto livro, era tudo que queremos pq o final do terceiro livro da E.L.James ficou muito em aberto com muitas estórias por contar, acredito que vc irá completar as lacunas e nos fazer deliciar vendo o Christian se comportanto como pai, já estamos ansiosos, um abraço saúde e sabedoria que Deus te abençõe e te guarde, que faça resplandecer o rosto sobre ti, que tenha misericórdia de ti, que levante o seu rosto e que te dê a Paz, amém...

Unknown said...

Olá Emine desejo tudo de melhor pra vc e sua família, que sua mãe receba os melhores resultados e se recupere logo, eu ja sofri a perda de uma tia para o câncer, e eu sei como é, mas tenha fé em Deus que tudo dará certo, Aqui no Brasil a sua legião de fãs estão torcendo por vc. Bem ficamos muito felizes que vc irá escrever o quarto livro, era tudo que queremos pq o final do terceiro livro da E.L.James ficou muito em aberto com muitas estórias por contar, acredito que vc irá completar as lacunas e nos fazer deliciar vendo o Christian se comportanto como pai, já estamos ansiosos, um abraço saúde e sabedoria que Deus te abençõe e te guarde, que faça resplandecer o rosto sobre ti, que tenha misericórdia de ti, que levante o seu rosto e que te dê a Paz, amém...

Anonymous said...

I haven't been able to comment much but I have been reading all along. My 87 yr old mom is in the nursing home with alzheimers and I read the story on my cell if she sleeps a bit. Being that tomorrow is Mother's day I wish you and your mom the best. I will light a candle for love,light and strength for you and your mom in church tomorrow. I say kudos to all the readers who are mothers to your own children or to your family and friends.
Thank you for your writing. My husband always appreciates my mood after I've read a chapter..we are coming up on our 25th Anniversary,so spice is a nice thing to have in our recipe of love..your writing is part of that spice. Thank you.
Peace and prayers. Happy Mothers Day..

Unknown said...

Happy Mother's Day Emine (And all the other mother's)!! Prayers will be with you on this mother's day, as I know your dealing with a lot right now with your own mother. I am blessed to still have my mom, even though a few of my friends have lost theirs. Being a woman nearing 30 I hope that I have mine around for atleast another 30 years, but I know the days are becoming shorter, and my only hope is that my mother will be able to see my daughter grow up, graduate high school, and would be even more blessed if I she sees her get married and become a mother herself. That is something I wish I had myself, my grandmother died when I was ten years old. We never appreciate our mother until we become mother's ourself. I think that we have to experience the unconditional love for our child to truly realize how much our mom's love us, because its an indescribable feeling.

Anonymous said...

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY ,Emine and to all moms who meet here regularly to read your blog.What's the ETA of the next chapter?Waiting eagerly!!! Sonu

Carol said...

Dear Emine, Happy Mother's Day to you and to all of your loyal readers. So sorry to learn about your mom's illness. Try to get your jury duty postponed. It will make you and your mom feel better if you were there with her. As always, I would like to compliment you on your writing style and the way you develop all of the personalities of the characters. Anything you write will be fantastic. Love, Carol xo

Luciene said...

Happy Mother's Day!! I wish all good for you and your mom.

Anonymous said...

I want suggest a scene where that CG stay in bed with the flu or something and beneath care of Ana, and so he felt loved again, as the haircut's scene. Please think about this.

Daniela Martins said...

Happy mother's day, Emime! Have a nice day!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi everyone!

Happy mother's day to all moms and moms to be!

Anonymous-Thank you for your suggestion. I will write that scene where Christian is sick and Ana cares for him.

ETA is tomorrow. I'm going to continue to write today.

Feliz Día de las Madres!
Feliz Dia das Mães!
Bonne fête des mères!
Annneler gününüz kutlu olsun!
Alles Gute zum Muttertag!
Dag van de gelukkige moeder!

Anonymous said...

Emine, I'm glad in to know that my suggestion gone accepted. I'm anxious to read this scene <3

Em said...

Hi Emine just wondering when next chapter will be as have been checking everyday since Thursday Australian time. Happy Mother's Day to everyone. Hope ur mum gets better soon.

Unknown said...

..first of all, hanks for your beautiful work!
As you take into account your fan's suggestions.....was wondering what do you think about an Elena helping Leila? As Leila want "more" and Elena has realized that she will never control Cris' life anymore, she looks at a future of loneliness, where she will never have that perfect family with Christian.
Of course it 's not love (as Elena said, love is a weakness),but just the last chance to keep something, "a piece of Christian" for ever in her life...I am talking about Cris' child....
Sorry to bother you...:))


Unknown said...

..first of all, hanks for your beautiful work!
As you take into account your fan's suggestions.....was wondering what do you think about an Elena helping Leila? As Leila want "more" and Elena has realized that she will never control Cris' life anymore, she looks at a future of loneliness, where she will never have that perfect family with Christian.
Of course it 's not love (as Elena said, love is a weakness),but just the last chance to keep something, "a piece of Christian" for ever in her life...I am talking about Cris' child....
Sorry to bother you...:))


Claudia Brandao said...

Olá Emine!
Esse é o meu primeiro comentário. Mas eu gostaria de dizer que todo o seu trabalho tem sido fantástico! Eu aguardo ansiosamente cada capítulo. Parabéns e obrigada por nos permitir continuar a sonhar com Christian e Ana... Eu amo Taylor e sua ligação com Gail! Eu gostaria muito de ouvir algo mais sobre eles. Gostaria de saber o ponto de vista de Taylor e Gail sobre Christian e Ana. Sobre o que eles pensaram quando Ana chegou como uma outra possível submissa. O que Taylor e Gail pensam sobre o " Quarto Vermelho da Dor ". Será que eles já pensaram em usá-lo algum momento?
Eu gostaria de saber como eles receberam a notícia que eles teriam um lugar especial para eles na nova casa de Christian e Ana. Eu pensei que poderiam deixar Gail ter sua própria opnião sobre a decoração. E será que haveria um casamento para eles? Uma lua de mel?
Enfim, são muitas coisas que fazem minha imaginação viajar longe. Por favor, você disse que aceita sugestões e eu estarei imensamente feliz se você puder atender algum pedido meu.
Deixo um grande abraço para você e o meu desejo de que tudo esteja bem com a saúde da sua mãe.

Beijos do Brasil!
Claudia Brandao

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Anna! Your requests are never a bother. Actually you got very close to the plot I'm planning for the upcoming chapters in the next book. But suffice to say, I'm taking notes, and cues from you all, and you will see your request written in the story.

Ola Claudia! Você é muito gentil. Sim--Vou escrever um capítulo sobre Gail e Taylor. Vou surpreendê-lo em breve. Taylor não é dominante. Mas há brinquedos agradáveis ​​no Quarto Vermelho da Dor. Vou escrever um capítulo agradável.

Angela said...

Hi Eminé ,
I m waiting for your new masterpiece!!!
Could you tell me when you are ready??? Thank you !!
xxxx (inpatient as always). Angela

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Angela!

I keep meaning to put the ETA and forget it. I'm working right now, but as soon as I'm done with this project (still 4 hrs away, I'll get ready to post) the new chapter. It's ready, but I have to read over and do a few minor changes. It'll be up later this evening.

Unknown said...

Im joining the queue! your very good at building the anticipation Emine you have a real talent x

Angela said...

Dear Eminé ,
I ll wait up all night because i m too excited and also because here in italy it's 10.17 pm!!!
So i re- reread the other fantastic chapter while i m waiting thank you for answering me ! You are always gentle!!! Laters!!!!! Angela

Unknown said...

Thx for your quick answer!
It's very kind of you.
....impatient for your next chap!!!

nwves089 said...

Emine, feliz dia das mães atrasada, vou incluir sua mae a partir de agora em minhas orações!
Ganhei meu dia...minha semana...meu mês mês...o ano!
Caramba Livro IV dos 50 tons espero que sob a ótica do Grey, que vc descreve e entende como ninguém...
Vou aguardar ansiosamente novas postagens! Obrigada por estes momentos especiais de encantamento!

neves089 said...

Emine, feliz dia das mães atrasada, vou incluir sua mae a partir de agora em minhas orações!
Ganhei meu dia...minha semana...meu mês mês...o ano!
Caramba Livro IV dos 50 tons espero que sob a ótica do Grey, que vc descreve e entende como ninguém...
Vou aguardar ansiosamente novas postagens! Obrigada por estes momentos especiais de encantamento!

Llamasstory said...

Thanks again, a very very hot chapter. I want to echo what Vee has said about thks for expanding on the sailing scenes. (Though what exactly was Anna referring to in her email to C. the next day re sailing...and spanking? - missed that on the catamaran)
And echo what Linda Scott has said too.
Very well drawn sex scenes in this one (and other chapters of course).
I am a bigger fan of Book I in the original and your version, but I am following along happily with the part you are up to now! thanks again.