BOOK IV - Chapter XIV - Christian and Anastasia FanFiction

BOOK IV

CHAPTER XIV

Gail

“Jason, will you give Mr. Grey an invitation to our wedding today?” I ask lifting my head up from his arms.

“Baby, he’s our boss! I don’t wanna feel like I’m working on our wedding day!” Taylor groans in response.  

“Darling, that would have been true last year, but he’s quite changed since Ana entered into his life.”

“Well, yeah…” Taylor smiles with a rare smile he only offers for me. “I still don’t know.”

“Come on Jason, you of all people should admit to that. Ana is the first normal girl Mr. Grey ever had in his life. First girls who made him crack a genuine smile, first girl who made him happy… you know happy as in really happy and in love. I even prayed for it to work out for both of them. I really didn’t want him to go back to his emotionless, frigid, stunted way of living, if you could call it living. I’m still having a hard time getting over Leila cutting her arm open, attempting suicide. I couldn’t even…” I shake my head. A shudder goes through my body. I always knew Mr. Grey had a good heart in him. Women are drawn to his exceptional beauty and his money. Money, especially exorbitant amounts of money such as Mr. Grey possesses attracts women to men who are old, fat, bald, nasty or even barely breathing and on life support. When the man who is in possession of the money is as handsome as Mr. Grey, the vultures are always circling. What did Elisabeth Bennett say in the opening lines of Pride and Prejudice? “It is at truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighborhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.” The notion of landing a rich man, preferably handsome is nothing new. Of course no woman ever had loved Mr. Grey as much or cared for him, and been herself like Mrs. Grey. Who can explain love and how it steels someone’s heart and mind? Mr. Grey has always been different to Ana. She is the woman who managed to snap him out of the nightmare that was Mr. Grey’s past demons; a feat his loving parents or his very expensive shrink couldn’t accomplish over the years.

I simply adore Ana, not only because she is so normal and without pretensions but her inner beauty is reflected outside. She’s been painfully shy, and completely oblivious to her own beauty. There have been girls who have gone through this apartment who knew how to wield half of what Ana got so skillfully to reach their end goal; to get Mr. Grey on the long term. He’s never been interested in the idea of long term. Not until Ana. The only thing that was long term for him was his company, his lifestyle, and his parents; maybe a few of his employees. Taylor, me, Ros, Andrea and Barney.

 We work for the man; the indomitable boss we know as Mr. Christian Grey. Ana loves the man-child inside him even if she gets mad at him furiously. She has actually got Mr. Grey in the middle of her palm. She could easily crush and destroy him had she so desired. It nearly happened however agonizingly excruciating when she was kidnapped and beaten. Mr. Grey thought she might lose the baby and die. He wasn’t sure if she was really going to leave him. I’ve never seen anyone so fearful. Those two are meant to be together. Taylor pulls me into his arms, bringing me back to here and now.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m still so fucking mad at him for the Leila incident!”

“Jason, this is his life!” I chide him. “Leila was responsible with her own actions. If she and Mr. Grey broke up only a short while ago, what she did might make sense. But, it had been two and a half years when she came here and opened a vein before me. Even though she may have had a psychotic breakdown, I think she was simply jealous of Ana taking a permanent place in his life,” I say and my man who has seen his man get killed and blown up and collected their bodies from battle fields actually shudders.

“You still have nightmares baby! She caused distress in you and Leila is his mistake!” he says as he holds me tighter.

“Jason, what Leila did was just a shock. We’ve gone through worse incidents. Seeing Mrs. Grey in a near death state I think affected me more than Leila.”

“I know,” Jason whispers somberly. “It was one of the worst days of my life,” he shakes his head.

“Mine, too,” I whisper back. I don’t want him to be still mad at Mr. Grey for Leila’s actions. He did apologize to Jason and me, shocking us both when they found me completely shaken. But Jason, without acknowledging his boss’ apology wordlessly held me and took me away. Trying to change his mood, I shift back to Leila topic. “Anyway, I digress. Besides,” I say without missing a beat, “I’ve got to think a lot after that. I came to conclusion that describing Leila as a mischievous girl would be too light; she’s deceitful and her ability to manipulate is only second to Mrs. Lincoln. She’s given more agony to Mr. Grey and Ana than she did to me.”

“I’m not mad at him for having had fucked up women in his life. People tend to look for twisted counterparts like themselves. But Williams girl was manipulative and she was completely obsessed with him. Mr. Grey was unable to see the nose in front of his face then. He should have taken care of that problem. He clearly doesn’t spare money for her care now. That should have been applied way back then.”

“How could he have known? She walked out on her own free will when he didn’t want to have a permanent relationship. Besides Jason, you have had a bad relationship which ended up in divorce. No matter how many background checks he might order on someone, it’s difficult to know them until we live with them.”

“I know that baby… The rational part of my brain knows that. But the irrational lover and your future husband in me are still angry,” Jason responds gruffly and melts my heart.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about that any longer. I’m curious about something thought… Why do you think Leila lasted longer than the other ones?”

“I think she figured out that if she did everything he asked of her to the letter, she would be a permanent fixture in his life like those Madonna paintings.”

“The only other woman who seemed to be a permanent part of his life was Mrs. Lincoln,” I murmur.

“Don’t talk about that bitch, Gail,” Taylor says grunting.

“I’m blonde, she’s a beautiful blonde. You don’t like blondes?”

“Baby, it’s not the blondes I dislike…” he says and I make a face. What did she do or say exactly? Should I be worried? As if he reads my mind, he responds.

“I only love you, Gail!” Jason says ardently. “But Mrs. Lincoln thought she got the meat hook of her claws into Mr. Grey permanently. She would help arrange these girls for him,” he says.

“So, there isn’t a shop called Submissives-R-Us?” I ask.

“I’m sure there is by another name. But, Mr. Grey goes to great lengths to protect his privacy. It’s not like he was incapable of finding one himself and he does have contacts. But, she would locate and see the girls in the scene and get her info to Mr. Grey. Interview with a Vampire… I mean a Dom, and bam he acquired a new sub. Mrs. Lincoln this way was always in the loop; her favorite place, always in control behind the scenes. Of course she wouldn’t say that she wanted to dominate him; he would cut her off immediately. Women – present company excepted –“ Jason amends himself, “can be more deceitful than men. They use different means than men. Men are very predictable. I’d rather go on a combat for a day than to try to maneuver around that blonde viper for an hour,” he says shaking his head while shuddering.

“Why the dislike of her so much? I assume she was one of the subs in the past although she’s older than other subs he had. I’ve noticed that some men like older women,” I say trying to hide the hurt.

“Baby… it’s got nothing to do with her age. She is the one who got Mr. Grey into the kinky shit he likes when he was 15! She named her salons ‘bondmaid’, for heaven’s sake!” he utters, anger rising in Jason. He’s usually very controlled of his emotions, and doesn’t get mad fast.

“Bondmaid?” I ask, confused. I thought they were called Esclava.

“Escala means a slave girl, or female slave, bondmaid whatever you want to name it…”

“Oh my heavens!” I exclaim, my hands automatically rush up to my face to cover my dropped jaw.

“The woman is all twisted inside. She didn’t like it when Ana pulled her meat hook of nails out of Mr. Grey’s back one by one, and handed them back to her and sent her ass packing,” my man says proudly. He profoundly cares for Ana; and for some reason, that gives me no feeling of jealousy.

“Ana may look similar to the other subs Mr. Grey had, but she’s more beautiful than they were. The other ones were aware of their beauty. Ana… not so much. Like someone told her she wasn’t beautiful when she was an ugly duckling or something and she kept believing in that. It couldn’t have been Mr. Steele. He just adores her. Her mom loves her to bits also. It couldn’t have been the last husband either. The man seemed very polite and very gentle on their wedding and Ana seemed to be fond of him. Of course I don’t know him, but I’m usually not wrong on my first impressions,” I contemplate out loud.

“No, I think it may have been the asshole her mom married between Ray and the last one. She’s had four husbands. Kids believe in the shit adults tell them, even if they don’t want to. Then it becomes their reality. She went back to live with Ray after having lived with her mom and the step-dad right after Ray. Something happened to her there. That fucker made Ana lose her self-esteem!” Taylor spits out.

“Jason Taylor, are you that fond of Mrs. Grey?” I ask him narrowing my gaze. I adore Ana, but I don’t know what to make of Jason’s repeated overprotective epithet.

“Baby, I am fond of Mr. Grey’s wife like I am fond of my own daughter. Ana isn’t the first beautiful girl Mr. Grey brought home, but it’s beyond her beauty; she’s also decent, normal, sometimes crazy with love for her husband – and,” he says holding his finger up when I open my mouth to say something, “I only sympathize with Mrs. Grey because I know how I feel about you. I think, if you were threatened, I’d do anything to keep you safe. In her ignorant and childish ways, she tried to achieve just that. It was foolish, because she nearly got killed. I’m a trained soldier...” he says, but I cut him off.

“As if you, being a professional soldier would ease my worry, Jason Taylor! I worry about you every day with the thought that you work to keep Mr. Grey safe, ready to take a bullet for him!”

“You need not worry about that. I’ve had lifetime of training. She had not. But she makes up the lack with her gun loving, bossy attitude, and that little lady is the best thing that happened to Mr. Grey and by God, she’s shaping him into a real man and fixing up the twisted fucker inside him.”

“You just agreed with me that Mr. Grey’s other subs were also beautiful,” I say mock chiding while trying to hide a smile.

“Yes, but finally someone whose inside beauty shone all the way through, and look at her now. She’s completely glowing. She knows she’s beautiful and confident in herself…”

“Should I be jealous?” I purse my lips, mock teasing my guy.

“No baby and you know this. I begged, groveled, and asked you to marry me for nearly four years, and you finally said yes to me. You, Gail Jones soon to be Taylor, are my woman!” Jason growls seductively. “Mrs. Grey is work who became like family; but she’s still work, Mr. Grey is my primary protection duty, and he’s as always our boss. I don’t know how Ana worked her way in there,” he says pointing to his head, “but she did. She also made her way in your heart. Although I fear that you have more affection for Mr. Grey than I care for you to reserve for any other man.”

“Oh Jason! Mr. Grey is a good man. He needed a family and we were the closest things here before Mrs. G. But, how right you are Jason of your assessment about how fond I am of Ana. There’s going to be a little baby around the house! I’m very excited! And pregnancy makes her positively glow!” I say clapping my hands like a giggling school girl.

“Speaking of which, some fucker leaked the news of her pregnancy to the Seattle Nooz, and the paparazzi were lined up both outside of Escala and at SIP. When Sawyer took Mrs. Grey to work this morning fucking paparazzi was short of attacking Mrs. Grey! They were swarming around the SUV at the SIP parking lot. The security is still inept. I will have to get there and inspect the security. Sawyer, for once didn’t take any chances, and brought her right back home.”

“Oh dear! You know Ana is stubborn. I’m sure she wasn’t happy to be brought back home.”

“That’s putting it very lightly. But, Mr. Grey was very specific after her kidnapping. We don’t leave anything to chance. If he finds out who leaked the news, someone’s ass is going to be canned or he’ll give him a taste of his own medicine. He was furious!”

“More so than he normally is?”

“Touché.  But yes. You didn’t see him when Ana told him she was leaving him when we landed to Seattle. I always have a pretty good idea of someone’s character, and initially thought I’ve misjudged her after he said she was leaving. Young, gorgeous wife of a fucked up billionaire sex god who was with him only a few months and she just announced she was pregnant and she’s in the bank withdrawing a few million dollars of his money. You know, you get ideas. Of course, seeing this seemingly indestructible man crumple into a million pieces without a single shot, and just with a few words even muddled my thoughts at the time.  In my own defense, you gotta remember that I’ve never seen a man destroyed over a woman as irreparably as Mr. Grey did and never felt as bad for anyone as I did for him, then. I know he’s a fucked up, arrogant, rich young man on the surface, aaaaand of course he’s all those things but you learn a thing or a hundred about someone when you work with him 24/7 for four years.

But, I knew I wasn’t wrong about Ana’s character. Something was amiss there. My mind was running a thousand miles an hour. Why would she only take just a few million dollars? Why not take him to the cleaners? It just didn’t add up. I know how Mr. Grey is the most intense man I ever worked with; he’s one of a kind. I worked with all kinds of assholes, but he isn’t one. I got to know the man better than the parents who raised him, or his siblings who grew up with him. They’ve known the symptoms of his disease, but never the disease. I think he deserves a chance and he’s almost human with Ana. So, naturally even I was panicking. He would be completely destroyed is she really left him. Well, you know the rest of the story. That day was a big learning experience for all of us. More than that, I realized that if none of us was given a chance to mend our ways, what’s the point of living?

In a way I thought about us. I’ve been to combat more times than I care to think about. I’ve seen my buddies get killed. They were so unidentifiable, even the mothers who gave birth to them wouldn’t recognize them in their final state. When you live with someone 24/7, watch their back; keep each other alive, the bonds forged are indescribable. But, being in love is whole different ball game,” Jason says looking at me with his gaze softening. “I’d be destroyed too if you kicked me out of your life, baby. Mr. Grey was destroyed. If anybody wants to fuck him over, they’ll get his wife to destroy him and rip him to shreds. I know that he found his purpose in life with her. That’s why I drilled in both Sawyer and Ryan and anyone else we hire as security that Mrs. Grey is top priority not to mention she’s carrying a baby. If we perceive an imminent danger, she’s taken to a predetermined a safe location; in this case the location was home.”

I pull myself back up on the sofa and nuzzle into my man’s broad chest. He smells heavenly; masculine, just a bare hint of his perfume.

“Jason, do you think it was the Rodriguez boy who leaked the pregnancy news?”

“Nooo,” says Jason sure of his assessment. “He wouldn’t do that. Not his style. Though he’s a coward for not approaching Ana when she was available. The boy is head over heels for her, too. The idiot seems to get courage when he’s drunk. He tried to take advantage of Ana when she was drunk too, or when the girl of his dreams marries a possessive billionaire and the stupid boy learns that she’s pregnant, that’s the moment he decides to declare his love for her again in front of total strangers! The fucker is all left foot when it comes to declaring his love, all at the wrong place and at the wrong time.”

“Well, Ana is a beautiful woman. Beautiful men or women can be intimidating before people can muster up courage to say anything.”

“True darling but, Ana has been unaware of her beauty until Mr. Grey made it abundantly clear to her. He found a beautiful girl, a diamond in the rough and turned her into an irresistible woman. With that territory comes the jackals.”

“You don’t see that boy as a jackal do you?”

“No, just a poor sap in love with another man’s wife. I wouldn’t like it if someone declared love for you. You’re my woman! Mr. Grey had been very tolerant of him. Either he too is growing up, or he’s keeping his rivals even closer, or both.”

“You wouldn’t be tolerant of someone if they expressed interest in me?” I tease.

“Baby, I’ve made it clear to everyone in the security team the second they step foot through the door. You’re off limits. The only exception to that had been Stephen the pilot, but there’s nothing I can do about it, because he’s not under my command.”

“Oh, Jason. I only went out with him once and that was 4 years ago. He’s not for me! You are!”

“I don’t want to know what you did on that one date that made him focused on you for four years.”

“He was into me, been a total gentleman, but I just didn’t feel the chemistry.”

Jason snorts in response. “He’s feeling all kinds of chemistry towards you!” he says almost accusing.

“Sweetheart, it’s cute that you’re jealous of me, but I don’t feel the same way toward Stephen. He should have had quite a few women since I told him I couldn’t see him again. And I’m marrying you.”

“Damn right, you are!” he says, and tilts my head up just the right angle and kisses me deeply, leaving me breathless.

“God, Gail! You’re a spectacular woman. Where the hell have you been all my life?”

“Is this your line to get me into your bed? If so, you’re wasting your breath because you already have me. Flattery I’m afraid won’t get you any further.”

Corner of Jason’s mouth lifts up in a sexy smile. “Don’t be so sure about that, baby. I’ve got the night off. I’m going to ravish the hell out of you.”

“The gentlemanly words every woman likes to hear from her man…” I tease.

“Well, come on future Mrs. Taylor. The sooner I take you to my bed, the sooner you can be fucked and sated. We cater to all tastes.”

“Since you put it so nicely Mr. Taylor…” I say as I try to stand up which is a hard task when Jason is keeping me down, wrapped in his arms. The invitation on the dining table catches my eye.

“Don’t forget to give that invitation to Mr. Grey, baby.”

“C’mon! Don’t dampen my mood, baby.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your mood Jason Taylor! We’re going to live with them in the big house as two families. This is the best time for you to start learning when you clock out, you too can learn to relax. Honestly, you both have to learn to be less wound up. Mr. Grey is Ana’s job, but you Jason are mine. Tomorrow, invitation. Okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Jason says saluting me, and all of a sudden he scoops me up completely surprising me, and takes me to our bed in big strides with the patience of a young groom who is about to have his bride for the first time.

November 1^st 2011

Andrea

The sound of the percolator is music to my ears in the morning. My apartment generally smells like Starbucks with the best fresh ground coffee in Seattle. But, I had to run to work again earlier and I am now standing before the best coffee machine money can buy in the Grey House top floor kitchen. The whole place smells heavenly; I close my eyes and inhale the scent. I owe my 5:30 a.m. trip to work to Mr. Grey again. He didn’t come to work yesterday. Well, let me rephrase that: He came with Taylor ready to go to a meeting only to get a phone call from the hottie Sawyer and abruptly departed the company. Since he’s wife had been kidnapped and hospitalized, he has taken off more days then he had in the last 4 years, 8 months 11 days I worked for him as his assistant. Come to think of think, he hasn’t even taken a sick day off. As I grab a coffee mug from the cabinet I rack my brain. No, he never took any days off. The man lived and breathed Grey Enterprises Incorporated. He still does, but Mrs. Anastasia Grey now occupies the #1 spot of his affection.

Only a few short months ago the girl in Wal-Mart clothing walked though those doors shy and completely intimidated but when she walked back in again through the same doors as the wife of Mr. Grey she looked spectacular inside and out. I can’t look at my own sex as a lover’s scrutiny, but I can judge a beauty. I guess this is the modern version of Cinderella. Even the cheap clothing couldn’t disguise Anastasia Steele’s beauty. I have to go to a facial therapy once a week, and buy $800 worth of beauty products once a month from Neiman Marcus to achieve a flawless skin. I would bet that Anastasia Steele had never been to a facial until she went beneath Mr. Grey in his bed. I find myself standing before the cabinet with the mug in my hand. I walk back to the super percolator and pour myself a cup of coffee. Close my eyes just inhaling the scent of it. I finally walk to the diet creamer. Ugh! I have to keep my shape, and hate putting these diet creamers and non-sugar supplements. Cancer in a neatly filled single dose packages. I sigh and walk back to a table to sit and enjoy the coffee before everyone else came to work.

Where was I? Oh yes… My unreasonably good looking boss. Had I not had the training I’ve had, and researched about my future boss, I would have ogled him when I came for an interview. Well, I got my chance to see him on the fifth interview. Only the very top candidates are hired and the final interview is given by him. It took all my effort to not to stare at him. It’s hard to imagine a drop dead gorgeous man as an inanimate object. But I imagined him as the talking statue of David, and bam, my brain accepted that argument. I managed to get my job. I knew he was straight. These rich men rarely get married especially as young as Christian Grey. They have number of preapproved vaginas or penises to utilize whichever way they swing their bat. Yet a girl dressed in Wal-Mart clothes captured his heart. I shake my head. ‘Listen to yourself! Are you jealous?’ my inner consciousness chides me. Maybe just a little. God, Mrs. Grey looked like a polished diamond when she came in here last month. Positively glowing and very sexy.  The rumor around was always that Mr. Grey was gay, but I knew it differently. I’ve sent quite a few NDAs over to Mr. Grey in the past years. I had my suspicions. You can’t be a super assistant if you don’t know your boss well. You have to understand his or her needs before he utters them. Otherwise you’re out the door, and don’t you think you are irreplaceable. It’s like sticking your finger into the water. The second you pull that finger out, the water fills the space as if it’s never been in it. That’s the nature of these high-power assistant jobs. They’re coveted, in demand, pays a ton of money, consumes your life, the hours are not always definite; yet in the end, you’re one of the many talented candidates who would give his or her right arm for the position. I managed to buy my apartment instead of renting it for instance. Mr. Grey is very generous with the salary and the bonuses he pays. But, in return he’s very demanding. Doesn’t tolerate inefficiency, incompetence and boy can he get angry!

“Good morning Ice Queen! Why are you so early?”

I spew my coffee all over my tablet.

“Jesus Christ! Geek! Why are you sneaking up on me?” I scowl as I grab a paper towel to clean my tablet’s screen.

“I said hi, but you were so deep in thought, you didn’t hear me.”

“No, I didn’t have my first cup of coffee. I usually don’t wake up until I have that,” I mutter. Why am I being nice to him?

“You’ve been living and breathing at GEH for the last two months. Whenever I come to work, here you are. How does your boyfriend handle the competition?”

I give him a sideways glare.

“Yeah! A boyfriend! Currently my career is more important than devoting time to a single individual.”

“Well, that’s what I say when I look for an excuse,” he says as he pours coffee.

“Unlike you, I have lots of men asking me out!”

“You got me there Icy. I don’t have lots of men asking me out. And even if they did, I wouldn’t go,” he says grinning.

“Stop calling me that, Geek!” I scowl. He could be cute. If he lost those glasses and got contacts, mussed up his hair, a couple of changes to his outfit, he could look like Ian Somerhalder. I inwardly groan. Not having a man in my bed getting to me ready to jump Barney Sullivan’s bones.

 

“I may stop calling you that at the first sign you may just be nice to me,” he says grinning. He has perfectly aligned white teeth. I shake my head.

“Just take your coffee or quietly drink it. I have to organize for work today,” I say.

“I’ll sit. Thanks for offering,” he says and sits across from me.

“What’s the deal with the new intern?”

“What?”

“Why is there a new intern? What happened to Olivia?”

“It’s the internship program. They’re about 4 months long. Either the intern applies for a permanent position, or moves on to search other endeavors.”

“She’s not hired by GEH?”

“I don’t think so,” I reply.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she wasn’t qualified, and the training wasn’t enough to get her qualified.”

“Maybe her teacher wasn’t great,” he says casually.

My head snaps up. “Got something to say, Geek?”

“Merely making an observation ice queen,” he smiles. He’s enjoying this.

“Only the 20 to 30 percent of interns get hired by GEH. You know the policy. Only the best gets to work in the company in the long term.”

“I know, I’m just yanking your chain,” he says as he takes a sip. I shake my head and open my Google alerts on Mr. and Mrs. Grey. I have to know the news about them, what is approved by our public relations and what is fake and what is leaked.

The alerts are two pages long. Just from overnight? I hold my mug and take a sip. I return the first page and open the first link as I take another sip. I spew my coffee all over my tablet again and choke on the sip that went down my throat.

“Jesus Christ, Andrea!” shouts Barney as he jumps to his feet to pat on my back. Once I stop coughing, he grabs couple of pieces of paper towel and wordlessly cleans my tablet. Why hadn’t I noticed the news yesterday? Oh, right, because the boss wasn’t working, and I had to cover all the appointments, reschedule, and worked nearly a double shift.

Barney looks up from my cleaned tablet noticing the news. “This says Mrs. Grey is pregnant. That bothered you?”

“No dumbass! That’s either false news, or leaked news! That means damage control. Can’t you see the paparazzi hounding Mrs. Grey in the picture while Sawyer is trying to get her back to her vehicle with the help of the SIP security? Guess how mad the boss will be when he sees the news? Hell, he’s probably furious already! That’s why he didn’t come to work yesterday!”

“In defense of the paparazzi, Mrs. Grey is a hottie! If she was butt ugly, no one would be chasing her. Everyone’s been talking about her in the company since she visited last month,” Barney whistles.

“Yeah, say that in front of your boss, and watch him can your ass, stupid!” I shake my head. Sometimes men only think with their dick! I check my watch. It’s 6:30 a.m. Janelyn will be here at 8:00. PR would be contacting to release some sort of information. We can be mum for a little while, or deny it. I’ll have to ask Mr. Grey, and that would not be the easiest thing to ask. Shit! Will he come to work today? He didn’t say he wasn’t coming today. Oh my God! Now the frigging paparazzi and magazines will be on the baby-bump watch! Poor girl will eat one too many tacos, and bam! She’ll be plastered all over Enquirer marking her 5 months pregnant! I don’t envy the people who are constantly on the radar.

“Are you still mad at me for my remark? Look I’m sorry. I meant to say that Mrs. Grey is a beautiful woman.”

“I’m not mad at you, you idiot! This happened yesterday morning! You know how boss is jumpy when it comes to his wife. The paparazzi were hounding her yesterday. She didn’t ask for this. There were quite a few of these paparazzi attacks since she got engaged to him. But worsened after she was kidnapped. It’s got to be traumatizing for her, and that will make him mad, and guess who works with him when he’s mad?”

“Sorry Andrea! Wouldn’t wanna be you right now! Well, I’ll be in the server room. I gotta reboot some of the servers!” and he takes off with his coffee mug in his hand.

My Blackberry quietly rings. Oh shit! It’s the PR already.

“Hi Andrea! This is Jason from the PR. I’m sure you’ve seen the news. Listen, People magazine is calling for an interview with Mr. and Mrs. Grey about the pregnancy which is to say it’s not the only one in the list but this is on top of our recommendations because this interview could quiet down the paparazzi a little while. My boss is recommending this interview if Mr. and Mrs. Grey feeling up to it. Could you get back to me on that?”

“Yes. I will talk to Mr. Grey about it after he gets to work today.”

“It’d be a great help to sate the people’s hunger. We’ve been getting tons of calls from magazines since Mrs. Grey’s kidnapping, even from movie studios wanting to turn the story into a movie.”

“Mr. Grey is very reserved and private, I don’t think this would be an option for him,” I say and hear an incoming call. I look at the screen.

“You should inform him anyway… because,” he says but I cut him off.

“Wait wait. Tell me that later, I got an incoming call. I’ll get back to you today. Bye!” I hang up. Clearing my throat, I straighten my back and press the green button to switch lines.

“Good morning Mr. Grey.”

“Andrea. Get a hold of the PR. The fucking paparazzi have already set camp around Escala and SIP.”

Mr. Grey doesn’t even tell me what the paparazzi camping around his apartment or his wife’s workplace for. He expects me to know it and I do.

“I’m already on it sir. As a matter of fact, I was just on the phone with the PR. Jason from the PR said that the paparazzi and magazines have been calling constantly. They’re recommending an interview with the People magazine to quiet all the others down.” Mr. Grey groans loudly on the phone.

“I have to talk to my wife about it. I’ll let PR know of my decision later. For the time being, they keep quiet.”

“Yes, Mr. Grey. Is there anything else I can help you with sir?

”

“That’ll be all, Andrea,” he says and hangs up. To the point as always. No extra word wasted.

Janelyn walks into the kitchen ready to work.

“Good morning, you’re early,” I say.

“But not as early as you are,” she replies cheerfully. “I thought you might need help this morning after yesterday’s load of work. I figured you might come early, so I came early, too.”

I just might like her. She’s not skittish like Olivia; she works hard, and does as she’s told without getting jumpy.

“Alright! We got a mountain of work to tackle. Pour yourself some coffee and follow me,” I say picking up my tablet and mug.

DAMAGE CONTROL

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

Lao Tzu

The fucking paparazzi! Anastasia was all shaken yesterday. She’s too shy to be around reporters and the hounding paparazzi scare the shit out of her!  I run my fingers through my hair in exasperation. Taylor is waiting, no, rather bristling with nervous edgy energy outside my door.

“Taylor!” I shout.

“Yes, sir,” he says coming in.

“What’s up? Bad news?”

“No, no…” he murmurs. He’s holding something inside his hand.

“Someone sent a courier? A message? What is it man? What’s the problem?” I ask impatiently.

“It’s nothing. It can wait,” he says. I frown and extend my hand. He reluctantly places something into my palm. It’s a lightly scented thick envelope with my and Anastasia’s name elegantly written on it. I open it, and pull out the invitation to Gail and Taylor’s wedding. My face softens.

“This is an invitation. Do you want us to come to your wedding?” I ask surprised, my voice a little hoarse. Ana told me that my staff was fond of me, but I thought she was just being kind. I clear my throat. This is welcome news considering all the shit we’ve been through yesterday and the scare Ana had gone through. I will up her security and she isn’t going to like it. I lift my eyes up from the invitation. Taylor looks indecisive.

“Look Taylor. Uhm, we’d love to come of course and thank you and Gail for the invitation. But, I know women. If,” I say and search his face, “if, Gail put you up to it, I’ll relieve you the obligation of inviting us. I can always have a business meeting or some prearranged deal if you want to be free of your boss on your wedding day.”

Taylor blinks, and his eyes dart right and left as if he’s surprised to find a boss who can be understanding. I’m not getting that soft. Taylor is my right hand man. I have to relieve him of pressure on the most important day of his life so when he comes back, he’s recharged, and less nervous. He shifts on his feet looking at me.

He clears his throat. “Well, the thing is Mr. Grey; I guess I don’t mind you coming. I’d rather not have her caddy sister. But she’s coming. That’s the only sister she has. I’ve got no family except my daughter. Guess, Gail had this silly notion that my job is my family too, so, in a way, I’m married to my job, so that makes you and Mrs. Grey family. Oddly enough,” he mutters. This is the most he’s spoken in personal terms. Taylor, like me is a man of few words when it comes to family. Avuncular, Anastasia said about Taylor. We all have adopted families, but I think in the end we have created something else here unexpectedly. It’s all Ana’s doing. Guess my staff does care about me. I clear my throat. I think a change of pace will make Anastasia happy. Give her something to think about other than the paparazzi. Kate and Elliot’s wedding is months away and that’s about the same time as the junior is due. This will be something she’ll be happy about.

“Well, I think Ana would love to see you and Gail wed. She sees you,” I don’t want to tell him like an uncle. Taylor isn’t old. “She sees you and Gail part of the family. Hell, in just a few months, you and Mrs. Taylor will be living right above our garage. If it’s all the same to you, we’ll remain low-key on your wedding. That way our women can be happy. They say the wedding is for the women anyway.”

“Yes, they say that…” he murmurs.

“So, November 12^th then?” I ask.

“Yes, sir.”

“Congratulations. Andrea should send you the account information that was set up for your expense account.”

“You don’t have to do that Mr. Grey,” he says.

“Well, it’s the least I can do. Because of your foresight, we were able to save Mrs. Grey and our baby. You earned it,” I say and he just nods in response somberly.

“By the way, have the paparazzi gone from Escala or the SIP?”

“Neither, unfortunately. They’ll keep camping until there’s a confirmation of some sort and then they’ll go on a baby bump watch,” he says. I frown.

“Shit! I was afraid of that. Let’s workout first, and I’ll decide how to deal with their asses. By the way, whatever happened to the freelance reporter we sent to camping to the Canadian Rockies?”

“Rescued by the Mounties after a month of enjoying the nature. We’ve left his supplies of course, but enough to let him respect his betters. He’s left with a warning. We’re keeping an eye on him from time to time. My special ops buddies need something fun to do time to time,” he grins.

“Let’s go workout.”

***** ❦  ♡  ❧ *****

When we return from workout it’s nearly 7:30 a.m. Gail is fixing breakfast in the kitchen.

“Are you ready for breakfast sir?” she asks.

“Not quite yet Gail. Is Mrs. Grey up?”

“No she didn’t come out yet,” she responds. When I walk back into our bedroom, Anastasia’s hair spread out on the pillow, some tendrils covering her cheeks. Her arms stretched out onto our pillow. The sheet is just below her breast exposing her, immediately making me hard. She has goose bumps on her breasts and her nipples are puckered with the slight air circulation caused by the fan. She shifts in bed, and rolling onto my side of the bed. She pulls my pillow into her embrace absently. I watch her mesmerized. Lovely, doesn’t even describe it. I take two quiet steps towards our bed. After leaving the invitation on the side table, I continue watching her. Anastasia’s eyes slowly flutter open.

“Hi,” she says in a groggy voice.

“Hi baby. How are you feeling?”

“Good. Did you just workout?” she asks slowly rolling onto her back. That exposes her right breast. I inhale sharply.

“Did you just workout?” she asks again, inhaling my scent.

“Yes, I did,” I reply my eyes focused on her chest. She licks her bottom lip and bites it.

“Don’t bite your lip. I just had a workout, and it didn’t even dull the edginess in me. You’ll make me jump you, and I’m too sweaty and dusty right now. I was in the ring.”

“Would it turn you off,” she asks slowly, “if I told you that I find you sexy when you are glistening with workout sweat?”

“Sweat turns you on?”

“You turn me on husband… I think the sight of you the first day I slept in your bed, when you walked in after your workout was insanely sexy, like it is now.”

“Mrs. Grey, are you seducing me?” She's got me by the balls.

I've got you Under my Skin - Katharine McPhee

“I hope so, you’re the only man in the room,” she says with a lascivious grin.

A deep primal, guttural sound makes its way through my throat. Her morning sickness had been touch and go this month. And she’s not talking about work right now. I shrug my t-shirt off, and toss it in a heap on the floor. Then hooking my thumbs under my waistband I shrug my sweatpants and boxers off. Anastasia visibly swallows and slowly rises up in sitting position, the sheet sliding off her body and the curve of her growing breasts partially covered with her cascading hair gives a heavenly sight. I place a knee on the bed and pull her against me. My body is firm and damp with sweat. Her soft curves perfectly fit into my hard muscles.  My cock is hard and heavy against the folds of her sex. Anastasia moves her body to feel me more. She shivers and her body is now totally awake and alive with singular purpose.

“I need you to hold on to me tight, baby,” I whisper in a husky voice.

“Yesss…” she moans, holding onto my body like a life raft. Rotating my hips, I move my cock and slide into her hungry sex until the slick lips of her sex kiss the base of my cock. Her legs wrap around my torso, her heels digging into my ass in an effort to urge my cock deeper inside her. Anastasia arches her back as she rises over my cock, thrusting her breasts to my lips. I capture one nipple, and the cooled, perked up peak is welcomed into the warm wetness of my mouth. I begin to move against her, upwards, driving urgently into her sex. Our hips are in synchronized. When I pump into her hard and hot, she descends onto my erection, embracing it like a tight fist, and pulling me into the depths of her sex. My balls tighten and slap against her anus every time, making her moan.

“Ana, I’m going to go deeper baby!” I moan, “I’ll push you against the wall, and drill into you hard and fast!”

“Yes! Please!” she groans. I place Anastasia’s back against the wall just as the right level to bury in her deep. I pull back and thrust into her hard.

“Again!” she shouts as her arms wrap around my torso, her nails digging into my back. The heavy weight of my cock thick and pulsating, claims her from inside. Anastasia is writing before me, her nails are clawing my back and she tries to move her body in her quest to get to her precipice.

My skin turns completely hot beneath her hands, and our collective breaths are heaving from our lungs. My movements are rapid, hard and feverish between her inviting thighs. Anastasia moves one hand to my chest and her nails dig into my nipple. She twists it with her thumb and forefinger making me thicker inside her. I groan her name ready to lose control.

“Come on baby! Give it up for me!” I cry out, my body tense, rigid, and steel hard against her lush now sweaty curves. Her sex tightens, fisting me inside tighter, pulling me further, keeping me longer in the depths of her sex in a rush to climax and milk me. Her legs hug me tighter, her heels dig in harder, and she shouts out, “Christian!” My burning pleasure is released inside her in pulsing jets thick and hard. The mixed moans of each other’s names are swallowed when I claim her lips in fevered passion, lust and admiration of my wife.

“Anastasia…” I whisper her name in a satisfied voice, as I close my eyes on a ragged breath. I place my forehead over hers and inhale the arousing smell of sex, her intoxicating, evocative scent of femininity mixed with my personal scent of masculine spiciness and the faint traces of my cologne creating something that is uniquely ours.

“What are you doing to me, baby? You turn me on with one glance and unman me immediately.”

She holds onto me tighter.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“For what?”

“For taking care of my needs, watching over us, making me a priority in your life… for loving me,” she whispers.

“I’m your husband. It’s what I do,” I say as I ease her off my cock. She winces.

“Are you okay?” I ask concerned. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I’m not made of glass Christian. I’m okay,” she smiles reassuringly.

“Come. Let’s take a shower,” I tug her with me to the bathroom.

“Yes, I need to get ready for work,” she says making me stop at my tracks.

“After what happened yesterday?”

“I’m not having morning sickness,” she says. I arch my eyebrows.

“Not as bad, Christian. I’ve been doing better in the last week. Dr. Greene said half a day would be fine, remember?”

“Dr. Greene didn’t see you get ambushed by the paparazzi either. So much so that Sawyer had to get back up from the SIP security to get you back into the SUV.” I head us back into the bathroom again. Without releasing her hand, I turn the shower on.

“I have a proposal,” I say.

“What kind of proposal?” she asks narrowing her eyes.

“I don’t want the paparazzi keep hounding you until your pregnancy is officially disclosed. You’ve entered into the second trimester. My PR is recommending to a sit down interview with the People magazine.”

“Don’t you think that just three months is too early for that?”

“I actually don’t know the protocol for pregnancy disclosure interview but I don’t want some fucker to corner you and scare the hell out of you trying to picture your baby bump or put you and Sawyer in a car chase. They have caused accidents in the past, and I’m not willing to have you to become an addition to the victims of paparazzi.”

“Christian, I don’t know if it’s necessary…” she stars.

“Ana, you promised! For the baby’s safety, you promised! If anything happened to you or both of you, I’d go insane! I understand that we have nothing to show a magazine so far. No baby’s room or anything like that. Maybe a press release and some professional pictures of both of us would suffice. That way we have the control of what is put in, and what is said. But, since you saved my sister, you’ve become an idol for a lot of people, and they want to get to know you,” I say cringing.

“You want to get the baby’s room ready?” she asks starry eyes. Leave it to Ana to deduce that conclusion out of everything I said.

“Well, no, not today. But if it’s something you wish to look at, I can certainly schedule time to go with you.” I tug her into the shower.

“Oh, I thought you wanted to go, do shopping.”

“Ana, I’m telling you that there’s going to be more people, more reporters, paparazzi chasing you. So far, we’ve been able to keep them somewhat contained,” I say and turn her back to me. Squeezing some shampoo into my palms, I lather her hair and massage her scalp.

“I’m going to up your security. One more person will be added to your detail.” She stiffens.

“It restricts me Christian. I need room to breathe. It’s very annoying when I have a woman tagging along when I go to pee in the bathroom, and you know I can’t even pee when you’re there!” she sighs.

“But it’s better to have your personal protection in the bathroom than a crazy paparazzi hiding in the next stall. It comes with the territory for us baby. This is part of our lives. I need to know that you both are safe. I can’t function if I have it in the back of my mind that there’s a lapse in your security when it is easy for me to correct it. We’re not under the radar baby. We’re going to be on it in the long haul. This is why I like protecting our privacy. We may never be off the radar. You’re a drop dead gorgeous woman, and I’ve been told I’m good looking by my wife. We have money; we have a life style other people only dream about. There will always be people who are interested in us.”

“How long will I have two security guards? I like Sawyer, but someone else…” she cringes. I later my hands with body wash and start washing her shoulders, going down to her sides. My hands stay across her belly, my fingers splaying over it. Her breath catches.

“It’s for the blip. Sawyer for you, and the other security for the blip.”

“Fine!” she mutters. My soapy hands move up to her aching breasts and cup the heavy mounds.

“Good girl…” I whisper. She raises her arms and wraps them around my neck while pushing her breasts into my palms, effectively cutting our conversation.  She tilts her head sideways, making it easy for my head to dip and kiss her at the right angle.

***** ❦  ♡  ❧ *****

I put my crisp white shirt on, Anastasia buttons them for me. I pull my boxers and Anastasia chooses my charcoal gray suit. I put the pants on and zip it up. She holds the jacket for me. She already has her white lace panties and bra. She decides on flowy skirt and curve hugging blouse. Then she sits at the edge of the bed and puts her heels on. Her hair is put behind one ear but the other side is freely falling onto her chest. So fucking hot!

She then notices the envelope I brought into the bedroom and left on the dresser.

“What’s this?” she asks turning it over and sees both our names.

“An invitation to Taylor and Gail’s wedding.”

She gives me a genuine grin. “Oh! I’m so happy for them. They now have date!” When she looks up to me, her eyes are bright.

“We’re invited? Really?”

“Yes, we are. We’ll be a little low key considering how dedicated Taylor is to his job. We’ll pay for their wedding and honeymoon as a gift from both of us and the blip,” I say.

“Husband,” she says getting up holding me. “You are the kindest, most generous man I know.”

“They’ve been with me for a long time, and Taylor has just done so much to save you both. I owe him this much.”

“I’m actually looking forward to it!” she says giggling. “Let’s go have breakfast. I’m famished.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Who am I to argue when all her appetites are in full gear? We aim to please.

***** ❦  ♡  ❧ *****

I walk my wife to the door of the SIP while Ryan and Sawyer are pushing the reporters away.

“Mrs. Grey! Is it true that you’re 3 months pregnant?” ask a female reporter.

“Is it a honeymoon baby?” shouts another reporter.

“Mr. Grey, were you two married because of Mrs. Grey’s pregnancy? Was this a shotgun wedding?” It’s a male reporter.

Anastasia’s face is horrified with the gossip that’s brewing.

“Mrs. Grey, some reports say that you’re more than 3 months pregnant! That would put the pregnancy prior to your wedding. Did you plan to get pregnant with Mr. Grey’s baby?” The insinuation is all there.

“Back-off asshole!” Sawyer pushes him and his microphone away from Ana’s vicinity.

“Christian, what are they saying?” whispers Anastasia terrified. Her eyes are wide, scared. Her face says it all without words: I’ll never have a normal life again.

“Mrs. Grey, were you involved in your sister-in-law’s kidnapping?” My head snaps up, and I can tear that fucker to pieces. I find Taylor at my elbow. SIP security comes to aid.

“This is a private property. This is your one and only warning to get off the property or we will do it with the police escort for trespassing and harassment of an SIP employee,” shouts Roach. The sirens are already heard around the corner. The first sight I see is Detective Clark with several uniformed officers.

“You heard the man. This is a private property. Your freedom of press does not give you the right to harass a young woman; neither does it give you the right to trespass a private company’s property. You can all spend the night in jail, or you can leave peacefully.” The crowd disperses with murmurs and grunts.

“Mrs. Grey! Ryan from Seattle Celebrity News! We have information that led us believe that you are in fact involved in your sister in-law’s kidnapping personally. Two people you worked with were in it up to their eyeballs. How involved were you in planning the kidnapping of Miss Mia Grey? Why did you go along with one of the kidnappers? Why did you run away from your own bodyguard? Mrs. Grey! Was your boss Jack Hyde your lover?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Sawyer shouts shoving the reporter into a uniformed officer. “Are you going to stand there let this bastard harass a good woman and slander her name?”

The uniformed officer twists the reporter’s arm and places the handcuffs. I’m bristling with uncontrollable anger. In one hand my wife is distressed; in the other hand some fucker is threatening my wife with his accusations!

“The truth will come out!” he shouts.

“That’s right, the truth! And you wouldn’t know it if it bit you in the ass, fucking bastard!” I hiss crushing three strategically placed fingers under his throat with the minimum amount of effort. The reporter goes red in the face.

Taylor jerks his head to Sawyer wordlessly, and he backs away from me.

“Mr. Grey. Please! Don’t just stand there!” Clark shouts at his uniformed officers. “Take this jerk away and book him! I apologize Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey. I heard what they said. They won’t be able to come onto the parking lot or the premises tomorrow, or you or the company security can call 911 for help.”

Anastasia stands at the threshold of SIP; shaken and silent. She looks as though someone just slapped her, baffled that the truth can be twisted so easily; one’s agony becoming someone else’s entertainment in a cheap magazine. For the first time since I’ve met her, I see Anastasia indecisive and reluctant to walk into the SIP, or walk at all in any direction. Stopped in the middle of life, and lost her way. Gone is the cheery, lusty wife I had this morning. These fuckers just stole her joy.

Yes, I would love my wife to be home, and safe. I would love her to be waiting for me when I got there, but in a dark corner of my head I know that it would slowly but surely give her resentments and dim her spark that I fell in love with; I don’t want my wife to lose the fight in her. Not for me and definitely not because of some fucking paparazzi.

“Workday, Ana! I’ll walk you to your desk,” I whisper, letting her know that I’m with her.

“Maybe I should stay home today…” she whispers.

“When you fall off the bike, do you walk back home, or get back on it?” I ask, opening the door leading her in, ignoring everyone else.

“Good morning Ana!” shouts the cheerful African-American receptionist.

“Hi Ana!” jumps up her assistant. Anastasia can only nod at them blankly.

I walk Ana into her office, and I might have closed the door to her assistant Hannah’s face.

“Ana, baby, look at me…” I urge her.

“Is that what people really think of me?”

Driven to Tears - Sting and Robert Downey Jr.

“No! That’s just the fucking paparazzi spreading rumors or try to get a rise out of you. But I will sue and put their fucking establishment apart piece by fucking piece! Why does it matter what others think? What I think matters, but not what they think!” I jab my thumb towards the door. She sinks in a chair before her desk.

“But, they’re making it sound like our baby is a tool to keep you with me. Who would be spreading such vicious news? That’s not true at all! Sooner or later someone I know or care about will think that it’s true about me,” she says as she puts her hand protectively over her belly.

“Ana, if they believe in that shit and not you, then they’re not worthy of your regard.”

“But, it’s so easy to believe. Even you thought I was leaving you for money at first,” she murmurs.

“Only because it was you who told me she was leaving. I believed you, not the fucking paparazzi. But, I was an ass. I know better now. You love me, and I sure love you baby! This is a problem and we are going to resolve it together. Remember, there are so many celebrities who live through this day to day. Each and every aspect of their lives are examined by others. You’re famous because you’re my wife. But also because you’re a beautiful woman who has done something courageous. Some people will twist it no matter what. I will do everything in my power to protect you and our baby. Meanwhile, you’ve got to work today. I’m sure you have tons of things to do. I’ll straighten this problem out today. Maybe we do need to do a sit-down interview with a respectable magazine to rest the rumors and declare your pregnancy.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m shaken.”

“Ana,” say lifting her chin up. “It will be in our terms, our place, and our story. We get the questions beforehand. I see them and we approve them together. That way you have control of the situation. Okay?” She nods absently.

“Ana, please, you’re worrying me. Look at me…” I plead. Her eyes finally focus and look at me.

“You and me, and this blip inside you. Nothing and no one else matters. Don’t; don’t surrender the control of your emotions to these fuckers. To me, yes. To someone else, no!” She takes a shuddering breath.

“I’m trying. It’s just that, I’ve never been accused of something so vile, so vicious, and so publicly when I nearly died and lost our baby in the process to save Mia. How could anyone think that I had anything to do with it?”

“You are letting others take control over your emotions by letting these thoughts get into your head. The correct process goes through our method of refuting these accusations; because we know the truth. We will get it out at our time, in our terms. What you need to do is to regain your self-control.”

“How? I can’t live in a bubble away from the society, Christian.”

“Sometimes they are necessary as protective layers. We don’t have to answer the gossip columns. You will hear and see things that you will dislike. That’s part of this life. People are drawn to money. Drawn to beauty. Drawn to status. Because they represent power. They want that for themselves and some will do anything to get it. So, in order to reach their goal, they will employ nasty means to destroy the person or damage him or her. You have to have a thick social skin. You have true friends who love and care about you. You have me, your husband who is madly in love with you. We have a baby on the way. We have everything anyone can desire. Why should someone you never met control your emotions so easily by spreading a few lies?” I ask arching my eyebrows.

“Because they’re poisonous. I’m worried that it might hurt you, or that you might believe in them.”

“Ahhh. Now we reach the root of the problem. When I held your cold body in my arms, my world was shattered. You are my everything. Some fucking stranger will shout a few words and change what I feel for you? I will rip them apart. I will never…ever… let anyone harm you, physically or emotionally. I promise.”

“Thank you Christian!” she says fervently and hugs me tight. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You will never find out, baby. Because, I’m the one who can’t live without you! Now back to work. Half day only today.”

“Okay,” she responds.

“Sawyer and Ryan will remain here with you. Don’t go out for lunch. They’ll bring it in for you.”

“I will,” she says holding on to me tightly like a woman drowning. My heart clenches. Whoever is playing this game, and left these fuckers loose, I will make them pay. I kiss my wife, and leave her at the SIP with a heavy heart.

When we reach the SUV, I turn to Taylor, “did you inform Welch?”

“Yes, sir. I did. Someone’s spreading rumors around and letting the gossip magazines do their dirty work for them.”

“Are your guys keeping an eye on Linc?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll request some reports this afternoon.”

“Do it faster. And when we get to GEH, get the fucking lawyers online. They want a head hunt, they got one!” Whoever is behind this, he’s fucking with the wrong man. My eyes darken with calculating anger, and determination. My Blackberry buzzes. I pull it out and check the e-mail.

From: Alex Pella

To: Christian Grey

Date: November 1^st, 2011

Time: 9:03 a.m.

Hey Grey!

Rumor has it that you have a child on the way. Congrats to you both! But the real gossip is that someone’s trying to muddle the waters for you to disguise something else to go down. Whatever you’re experiencing now is just a simple diversion. I don’t know what that something else is yet. Lips are very tight so far. Keep your loved ones close, enemies even closer. No names are being mentioned, yet. Expect the schemes to be complicated. Be on the guard. I’ll keep my eyes open and ears close to the ground. Let you know if I hear anything.

Your friend.

A.

Fuck! Who is behind all this shit?

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