Sunday, February 2, 2014

BOOK IV - Chapter XIX - Christian and Anastasia Fanfiction



The god in me and the beast in me
And all deep things come up to light;
And I would barter my soul to be
The prize of love for a single night…

George Sylvester Viereck, ~Love Triumphant

As soon as we walk through the door, I lock it and turn to Anastasia. Taking a deep breath, I walk around my wife appraising her outfit. I run my index finger in her shoulders as I walk around her with arrogant confidence, wordlessly. She closes her eyes first. When I come to stand in front of her, I trail my finger up under her chin lifting it up to look at me. She inhales deep and works on a hard swallow. As I run my thumb over the seam of her lips, she slowly opens her eyes up and her blue gaze meets my darkened gray gaze full of carnal desire.

“I want to make love to my wife,” I murmur with intense desire, my lips only a whisper away from her ear, yet not touching. A shiver runs through her.

“First… How do you feel, baby?”

“Good,” she says, her voice croaks in a high pitch. She clears her throat, and repeats, “I’m great. Just great!” I hide a smile.

“Well then,” I say and lean down to seal her lips with mine. The second we connect, I feel her accumulated hunger matching and overtaking mine. She doesn’t jsut want to be kissed; she wants to be claimed. I take a firm and intense possession of her mouth; plundering, pleasing, and reacquainting. Her lips are soft, moist and demanding. She nips my lower lip, grazing along, then gently soothing with her tongue then tasting me with her mouth again. Hitching her right leg over my thigh, she’s ready to climb up on me. I support her by lifting her buttocks and pressing her onto my erection. My day old barely present stubble is just enough to scrape her soft skin. As I run it across her chin and neck, she tilts her head back as she shudder, and gives me full access.

Leonard Cohen – A Thousand Kisses Deep

I drop one shoulder of her dress, and expose the delicate strapless lace bustier pushing her swelling breasts. I reach between them and coax out her left breast. Even though there is no temperature variation in the room, her nipple tightens and perks up as if seeking my full attention. I cup it in my hand and a desperate moan escapes her, immediately hardening me further. With a swift move, I grasp her buttocks and completely raise her off the floor and bring her breast up to my mouth. Capturing the nipple now extending towards my lips, I suck deep and long, first. I fellate and roll her nipple first between my lips softly then gently bite down just hard enough to give her a jolt of pleasure down in her sex but not enough to hurt. Her body is in full attention mode now. An involuntary moan escapes her lips.

“Hush now,” I murmur. My lips travel up to her neck and her chin.

Her hand reaches to my tie, trying to loosen it. Then when she gets it loose enough, she fumbles with the button of my shirt. Giving up, she tries to slide my jacket off my shoulders. I take pity on her and let the jacket fall to the floor. She directs her attention back to my buttons, but, it is a difficult task when I’m working on pleasuring her.

“I want to touch you!” she moans.

“Do it!” I command. She tries to utilize both hand, and loses patience. The next thing I feel is buttons spraying around the foyer as she wrenches open my shirt, trying to pull it off my arms.

“Mrs. Grey… Ana!” To get her attention, I bend my head and suckle her heavy, aching breast. She arches her head back as her heady taste hits my tongue. One of her hands slaps the wall behind to support herself as the fingers of her right hand digs into my back. This would have been an intolerable act just a few months ago, but now it’s something I completely crave. Our breathing is heavy, but I don’t want this to be a short game. I finally straighten up from her straining breast and turn her back to me, placing her hands on the wall then zip her dress down. Standing her straight, I let her dress pool at her feet. She has stockings clipped to her garter belt. I want those stocking clad legs and her Louboutins over my shoulders. I have to sacrifice the lacy panties.

“We don’t need these, Mrs. Grey,” I say as I rip the lace of her panties and pull the shredded contraption off her thighs.

“And one more change…” I murmur as I run my thumb over my lower lip contemplating. I free her other breast from the confinements of her bodice.

“Your hair…” I whisper and take the pins off her hair and let them tumble around her shoulder and breasts. Fuck me! She is a goddess! We’re both breathing heavily. I trail my index finger from her lower lip to her chin and then to her neck. I take my time in the valley between her breasts. Leisurely making my way down on her bodice, I find her visible baby bump on her belly. My hand flattens and caresses our child then travel down to her garter belt and then her pubic area. She’s completely hair free now that she’s getting regular waxing, save for a small landing strip. I run my fingers between her folds. She’s completely wet.

“You are so ready for me baby!” I whisper.

Then insert my index finger into her sex, then a second digit. I swipe my fingers around and already feel the tightening of her inner muscles. I slow down my movements.

“Oh, please Christian!” she pleads with me.

“What do you want Anastasia?”

“You!” she moans.

“You have me. What do you want me to do?”

“Kiss me… Down there,” she points, making me grin.

“With pleasure!” I say and l drop to my knees. I brush my day old stubble over her belly and her sex eliciting a long drawn groan full of yearning. With my feet, I spread her wider, and after swiping my tongue through her slit, I blow on her clit making her shiver. She puts her Christian Louboutin clad foot on my shoulder. I grin at her enthusiasm. When I dip my tongue into her hot and wet sex, I feel it pulsing under my tongue. Supporting her buttocks with my hand, I lift her off the floor and push her body to the corner of the two walls and keep her steady then really dip my tongue into her sex and probe and swirl exquisite circles. She’s practically sitting on my shoulders when her sex is an open buffet before my face. When I cover my mouth over her clit and the entrance of her sex and suck it, she nearly levitates off my shoulders, slamming her hands hard on the walls. As soon as I feel her core tightening, I pull my tongue back and let the spasms subside.

Anastasia laces and tangles her fingers in my hair forcing me to speed up, unable to utter a coherent word.

“Please, Christian! Harder! Faster!”

“All in good time…” I smile with the evidence of her arousal glistening over my lips.

“Please! Make me come!” she begs.

I run my hand over her stocking clad thigh and squeeze her buttock and seal my lip over her sex again. This time my tongue possesses her sex, testing her slit, I dip into her sex. I tilt her buttocks just the right way towards my mouth and grant a greater access to my ministrations. Locating her pleasure spot, I relentlessly massage and awaken her nerves. She clenches and her sex starts spasming. The heels of her shoes dig into my back deliciously as an orgasm takes over Ana’s entire body with my name on her lips. I suck every ounce of pleasure of her and only let her down when she’s limp as a rag-doll.

“The games have only begun, Mrs. Grey,” I say darkly and lower her to my arms and carry her to the bed.

“As much as I adore these on you, I want to see all of my wife,” I murmur, and take my time removing her bodice. Then I unclip her stocking and slide them down as I caress her legs. Removing her shoes, I pull the stockings off. Then pulling the the tie left on my neck, I tie it loosely on her neck. Finally, I walk her backwards to the bed, and gently push her down. She watches me with heavy lidded eyes. I make a show of removing my pants and boxers, and my erection springs out. Anastasia greets it with an excited gasp. I slowly climb over my wife and take possession of her lips, kissing, sucking. Without a break, my lips trail down to her neck. Her nipples strain out towards my lips for attention like luscious beads. I capture one with my lips and suck, hard while copying my movements with my hand on her other nipple. She lifts her hips up to get some friction trying to meet my eager cock.

“No, baby…” I remind her. “I want this to last!” It’s been a while since I’ve been inside her. I’m going to prolong and enjoy the feeling as much as I can. Quickly I trail my tongue down to her belly, her pubic bone and her inner thigh. Without touching her sex, I leisurely crawl out of the bed, and lift her leg up locating her erogenous zone under her knee. She nearly lifts off the bed as the pleasure hits her. I continue to travel down, and reach her foot. I run my stubble over her instep and slightly bite her heel. Then graze her foot with my teeth and finally get to her big toe and suck it leisurely, making her convulse with heightened pleasure.

“Christian, fuck me! Please!” I grin in response. Slowly put her leg back on the bed and palm my erection.

“You want this baby?” I ask stroking my length up and down.

“Yes! Please!” she begs.

Continuing to pleasure myself at the edge of the bed in Anastasia full view, I keep stroking myself. Anastasia scrambles to her knees, and moves to the edge of the bed.

“Mine!” she says, and grasping my ass with one hand, she takes me into her mouth. She tries to slide her other hand over my cock, but I warn.

“I only want your mouth. No hands!” I say. She looks at me challengingly. A wicked grin comes to her lips and she extends her hands before her.

“Maybe, you should tie me Mr. Grey!”

“You’re getting mighty bossy Mrs. Grey. Maybe I should,” I say removing the tie from her neck, I tie her hands in front of her. She sucks me deep. I reach to her hair falling and dancing around her breasts. I am mesmerized. My eyes crush close, but I force myself to open them again. The extreme pleasure is getting me close to orgasm, but I don’t want to come into her mouth. I want to conquer my wife inside and mark myself. Yes, I am fucking selfish and primitive. So, sue me! She’s my wife, my woman and I am hers!

“Enough!” I grunt, but Anastasia doesn’t relent. She continues to suck me, coaxing me semen. “Enough sucking baby! I want to fuck you into next week, now!” I growl, and push her back onto the bed. Lifting her tied hands up above her head, I slam into her balls deep in one swift move filling her completely. 

“I’m going to ride you hard, baby! Tell me to stop if it’s too hard for you!” I hiss through my gritted teeth.

“Stop talking and fuck me already!” she growls like a feisty kitten.

“Yes, ma’am!” I say and start moving. I pull out to the tip and slam back again. My head leans down and grasps her breast while I palm her other full breast. My mouth is wet and hot, licking, sucking, as my cock is fucking, and thrusting hard, melting into one another. Anastasia moans, reaching her crescendo. She’s quivering under me, trembling with pleasure. Her sex clenches my cock like a tight fist, determined to suck out every drop of semen.

“Oh, Ana!” I cry out letting go of myself, pumping into her, finally roaring like a male lion taking and possessing his female. When we both come back to our senses, her legs are still wrapped around me waist, and she's utterly exhausted.

“Mr. Grey,” she murmurs, listless, “that was incredible!”

“One more time…” I whisper. “This time, slow and sweet, my love,” and I make up the missing nine days to her most of the night.

*****      *****

People should either be caressed or crushed. If you do them minor damage they will get their revenge; but if you cripple them, there is nothing they can do. If you need to injure someone, do it in such a way that you do not have to fear their vengeance.

Niccolò Machiavelli

The man’s burner phone rings furiously, repeatedly, demanding to be answered. He knows immediately who it is. Christ! If his client’s rage was a physical entity, it would come out of the phone and beat the shit out of him already. He is a seasoned man. Not much scares or worries him. He’s after all been to eight years of combat and six years of mercenary and been a private security contractor for three years for those who traveled with their personal army to places even God didn’t want to enter. With his hired automatic heavy weapons of course. He doesn’t feel such emotions as compassion, empathy, mercy, awe, gratitude or love. But he takes pride in himself for being very good at utilizing his rage, hate, cruelty, avarice and revulsion. He enjoys other’s despair, hurt, anxiety, fear, helplessness and takes delight in watching them go through these emotions. It is his version of amusement, harnessed his abilities which took him years and lots of kills under his belt. Incidentally he made a lot of bucks while he was having fun. A man’s gotta make a living. At least he isn’t stealing it.

He finally decides to answer the fucker’s call. He puts his guns he’s cleaning back on the table.

“Fawkes,” he answers his phone. The voice in the phone pauses, and hesitates.

“You’re giving me your name?” the client asks in a baritone voice.

“A disposable, interchangeable, anonymous alias.”

“You stirred the pot!”

“You asked me to stir the pot!”

“Not before you informed me in the method in which you stir the said pot!” he retorts.

“I have given you more information than anyone could have recovered. Private… information,” Fawkes bit out. “Information you couldn’t have come by had you slept in the same bed with Grey, himself! His wife’s pregnancy was kept like a state secret. Now you know the name of her doctor, the hospital where she’s expected to give birth, her schedule, her best friend’s home layout. You asked me to make him nervous, make him feel that he is vulnerable. I did just that!”

“If you make him feel vulnerable at his weakest link, he will strengthen it and cover his ass! You should have learned that about him already!”

“Head of his security is gone on a three week honeymoon,” he says casually as if he’s not just been scolded by his Client. “This would be a good time to inflict some damage.” His client growls as if he’s speaking to an idiot.

“You’ve known this man for what, a couple of months? I’ve known him since he was peeing in his shorts. Do you think he wouldn’t cover his ass if the head of his security was absent for three weeks?”

“Arrogance would make people weak!”

“He’s arrogant, but he’s also cautious. Do you have information on who he hired to cover his bases when his main man gone?”

“Yes. A forty year old woman was added to his wife’s security detail.”

“How did you come by with that information?”

“I’ve seen her. Took her picture and ran it on a few databases.”


“She’s ex-secret service,” he says casually. A string of profanities follow on the receiver which he momentarily takes away from his ear.

“Secret service? Do you see what you caused?”

“Relax! The last person she served was Mrs. Clinton. She’s old news!” The client on the phone knows differently.

“Did she serve her the whole term?”

“Yes, she did. Then she was recruited by another playboy like Grey.”

“She has got to be dangerous, and you can be sure that if she could protect a dominant, take control of everything in the hundred mile radius kind of she-devil like Clinton, you are facing your biggest challenge yet.” He wants to laugh. A chick! They’re mostly recruited because they have to fill the quota of diversity by whinny liberals for fuck’s sake!

“She is a woman!” he hisses. “That’s her first weakness.” What was it with the mercenary idiots that they trust their muscles more than their brains, thinks the Client.

“You can’t fuck this up! Remember who is paying for your service! I shall do some damage control now. Had you not riled Grey up, we could have had our chance in this three week window, now the eagle’s nest is safer than ever.”

“What do you recommend, boss?” he bits out, reluctantly. Even head dogs obey their masters for the bone they receive.

“Wait in lay,” his client says. He waited years for this to plan to work; It can’t be fucked up. He knows what hasty decisions cost him as was in the case with Hyde. He couldn’t afford another impulsive blow. This has to be calculated down to the last move. This has to hurt him, hurt him irreparably and inflict the greatest pain before he ends the game on his own terms sending a message that it was him who took him down and fucked his life over. He knows he can’t rival Grey when it comes to money. The fucker is worth several billions dollars and he stripped him to nothing but his revenge money he put away over the course of many years. Thank fuck for that! So, Grey showed deference when it comes to his wife. He loves her, the Client thought. Love, he snorts to himself in derision. What a fucking weakness! The biggest when it comes to taking down your enemies, an inexpensive, precious tool. Like guarding a billion dollar property with a thousand dollar lock! And to think that he made all kinds of effort to hide his wife’s pregnancy from public… Clearly, he is trying to protect both the child and his wife. How should he go about this?

If he damages pregnancy, she could certainly get pregnant again. It’s just a fetus. Oh sure, his wife might mope around and even get Grey tired of her, but that just isn’t pain enough. Not really. Men usually don’t get attached to the fetus. But a child on the other hand is a whole different ball game. He would be protecting the child like his most important possession, especially after he holds his offspring in his arms.

When, then would be the best time to attack? When? When? When? It would be too hard to inflict harm when the child was in their possession in his posh but well protected apartment. It had to be in the hospital. He makes his decision.

Let Grey think he’s safe and the incident with the paparazzi his man caused just a public curiosity, and nothing else. Grey has to feel safe if he has to loosen the safety strings.

“Here’s how it’s going to be played. I want you to be as stealthy as possible. I don’t want additional players in the game.”

“You want a long drawn out game,” Fawkes says his gaze drifting to the night sky from the 8th story window of his hotel room. The traffic is moving like a steady ribbon below. The fog from the waterfront is moving in from the distance. He shifts in his chair, turning his attention back to the Client on the phone.

“There will always be other players like the wedding planner I fucked to gain access to the Kavanagh household who of course knew nothing about me. I managed to place a concealed bug. I will in the end make Grey the unwilling participant of your greatest illusion! Misdirect, distract, and control.” Control! The Client instantly loves the sound of that. It’s his favorite word after all. His cock even twitches with the word and he doesn’t even swing that way.

“Go on…” Fawkes’ Client says concealing his interest, feigning boredom.

“He’s going to think that this is about his wife and the paparazzi. The wife is just the vessel to the end goal. You cannot attack your enemy without understanding him, discovering his weaknesses and use it against him. This, after all has only been my reconnaissance. Your previous endeavor ended unsuccessfully because you used a dickless jock who did not do his homework and failed you both miserably,” he says as a matter of factly.

“What endeavor?” the Client asks defensively, further ensuring Fawkes’ instincts were in fact correct. So it was him who paid for Hyde’s bail in a feeble attempt to use that incompetent fucker’s anger against the Greys which apparently was a total flop. The man was emotionally involved. Emotions are always a downfall in a job. He isn’t emotionally invested and certainly wouldn’t fall into the same traps.  He knows that if you give people a really difficult task to do beforehand and give them a choice of doing the sensible thing and doing the instinctive thing, they’ll go for the instinctive. He’s learned that well in the battle field. It never fails: human nature is very predictable. People always go for the instinctive choice before a difficult task. Because, when people are mentally exhausted, they’ll operate with their instinct. It’s just simple biology. He knows this well because a predator learns everything about its prey. He knows that under duress and stress, people move and make decisions with their emotions rather than their brain. “I’ll be selling a different danger to fucking Grey, while setting up a trap for something completely different,” he explains. He knows how to utilize the persuasive intent. It’s become a second nature to him.

“I told you. I’ve done my reconnaissance. I’m involving the whole country in the ruse. The man is filthy rich and he isn’t even 30! On top of that he’s fucking handsome. Even if he wasn’t good looking, the women would ogle him for the money he has. He’s also got himself a nice piece of ass for a wife and she’s pregnant. It’s easy to stir the shit pot up and direct his full attention on something else while we set the secondary trap.” It’s a simple media tactic really. When there are important decisions are being made that would stir up the public big time, give them something else to chew on, like a scandal. Politicians use this tactic all the time: They toss a piece of bone to rile up the conservatives. The religious community would jump at that shit and the liberal fuck-heads would bicker with them back and forth. That’s when you move the ships at night when the public is stewing on a fake or some unimportant shit like that. Not even their soul would hear it. Diversion. Simple tool, but works every fucking time!

“How do you manage to do that?”

“It’s human nature that they crave gossip. It doesn’t even have be the real news. It could be ‘an onlooker said’, or ‘a source said,” or “a friend said,” even a ‘spy said’ and bam you have the fucking gossip whispered into those magazines. Attach a semi-credible picture to it and get it out in public. While he is dealing with the shit-storm, it shouldn’t be too hard with a hothead like Grey to generate news. And if we’re lucky, he smashes a few cameras, beats couple of reporters up, gets tangled up in court with those fuckers and will forget all about you or me. By the time I pull this shit on, my hand will be so deep in his ass, he won’t know where his body ends and my arm begins,” Fawkes says confidently. He’s assassinated heads of state before who were vigilant at every second of every day. This shit is just child’s play. He would do his homework well, and have another completed mission no matter how tiny the target is.

“How do you know he’s going to take the bait?” asks the Client. He’s interested in the plan.

“Unless he’s got a skin like the rhinoceros, he will take it, because the chick he’s married is on a tight leash. He is into her big time. He’d be possessive of his territory,” like any red blooded man with a hot fuck like her.

“Okay, but, I want a minor change,” the Client says noncommittally. “A swift exit of the package from the scene would be too quick end of the game. I want to exert prolonged torture to both of them. She suffers and he will suffer double. When he comes for the package, you take him out as well.”

“You’re the boss. But it will cost you. You’re gonna be keeping me on the retainer for at least six more months.”

“We’ve agreed on the price before. I will drop the money, and will let you know the place to pick-up. That will cover the incidentals.”

“My prices are set and non-negotiable. When we agreed, there was only one hit. Two hits will cost you ten million with the incidentals. You paid 25% of the previous price. I will have to ask you the 25% of the new price to be paid next week,” Fawkes says firmly as he moves out of his chair. His gun is completely clean now. He places it in its container as he holds the burner phone over his shoulder and chin. Once he locks the case, his hand goes over to grasp the phone. He is six feet tall, with military crew cut hair and according to the wedding planner, he has honey colored expressive eyes, or some shit like that. Some would call him even handsome. It wasn’t hard to charm the tight skirt off the wedding planner. She was easily taken with a rugged man with bulging muscles years of working out and a virile man who liked to fuck.  Women loved to go for that mystery shit and he is mysterious. Like a ghost. No one knows who he is. He has numerous aliases and seven different passports from seven different countries, all forged of course, but as far as the fakes go, no one could tell the difference. He could finish the job and exit the country for a while until the next call came for the next job.   

“I am well aware of your prices. I will pay you the next 25% but you won’t get anything else until the job is complete. If however the job isn’t complete and you fail…” the Client says, he cuts him off. The Client does not like to be cut off.

“All sales are final. No refunds,” Fawkes replies in a dominating voice. The client however doesn’t yield to other dominants. It ruffles his feathers.

“I wasn’t talking about cash,” he whispers in an ominous calm, but icy cold voice. “Just remember that I get my dues. I. Always. Get. My. Dues,” he says, his words are distinct and staccato. “Think of it as a professional courtesy. You would understand. You’ve been in the business long enough.” So, that’s how it was going to be. There would be someone else pointing the gun at his head had he not pulled the trigger. But, this wasn’t the first job, and he knows or suspects what the Client did in the past to piss this target off and he also knows who the client is. He isn’t worried. The job would be complete when all the pieces fall in place. And the final piece was still cooking in the oven.

“Fair enough. I want my money in my hand next week. I’ll leave another burner phone for you and text you the location. That’s the one you will use when I call you next,” he says. The Client feels assured and hangs up just a tad bit close to his triumph for first time in many weeks.

*****      *****

Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or--such is the pleasure they experience--they may never finish it.

Paulo Coelho ~Eleven Minutes

Since Gail and Taylor are gone for three weeks, my mother called me on Sunday afternoon to lend Gretchen to us to cook and clean. I told her that it would be up to Anastasia since she is the woman of the house. My mother is happy to oblige and she calls Anastasia.

“Hi Grace!” Anastasia answers her phone cheerfully. I look at Anastasia curiously to see if she would like my mother’s gesture. I can hear my mother eager to help Ana knowing her grandchild is giving my wife a run for her money.

“How do you feel today Ana?” my mom asks curiously.

“I’ve been lucky to have about a five day stretch without nausea. I’m keeping my fingers crossed. Sometimes some scents trigger it, but I’m slowly learning to distinguish those and avoid them at all cost.”

“I’m so glad that you had a break. It gets better towards the middle of the second trimester for most women. How was Taylor and Gail’s wedding?”

“It was wonderful. Everyone had a great time,” Anastasia replies.

“I’m so glad. I’ve called you because I thought on Gail’s absence you might need some help with cooking and cleaning. I’ve asked Gretchen and she said she’d be more than happy to help you for the duration of Gail and Taylor’s honeymoon…”

“The European pigtails?” Anastasia squeaks, her voice an octave higher. Then she clears her throat, and rephrases her question. “Uhm… the young lady who is working for you?” she asks.
“Oh, yes,” my mother sounds reticent now. “Has she offended you in any way, Ana? If she’s not making you comfortable, I wouldn’t want to send her to your home, of course.” Anastasia breathes out slowly, and gives me a nervous look. Why is she offended by Gretchen?

“I completely appreciate the gesture Grace. Thank you so much. You’re very thoughtful. But, I prefer not to take away your helper. Gail has already arranged someone else to come over for the time being…” she says and that’s news to me. Why would Anastasia withhold that information from me especially when someone I’ve never met is coming to our home to work and have access to her? I frown. She looks up at me nervously.

“Oh, great. I’m glad you have help, Ana. I was worried there for a while thinking you didn’t have help.”

“Thank you for the kind gesture Grace. I have plenty of help. How are Carrick and Mia?” she says immediately changing the topic. She tries to keep her voice steady. Why is she upset?

“We are all doing very well, sweetheart. Thank you for asking. Mia wanted to see you but I told her to not to bother you until you felt better. Oh dear! I just remembered! Is there anything special you would like to have for Thanksgiving or any food we should avoid of cooking? Are you craving any special food?”  This makes Ana smile.

“There is a short list of items that make me sick, but mostly what is served on Thanksgiving should be fine. I’m a bit tired right now, but I will e-mail the list to you if that’s okay, Grace,” she says to my mom.

“Of course Ana. The baby is going to go through growth spurs and resting is extremely important, darling.”

“I find myself napping twice a day now and still feel sleepy!” Ana smiles. “Give my love to Carrick and Mia, please. We are so looking forward to seeing you on Thanksgiving. Do you want us to bring anything?” she asks and I know she wants to end her conversation.

“No darling, just your lovely company,” my mother says. “Have a good nap, Ana. We love you, dear!”

“We love you too, Grace,” she says and hangs up.

I walk right in front of her. Fixing my gaze onto her heated stare, I raise a questioning eyebrow at her, accusingly.

“What?” she snaps.

“When were you planning to tell me about the help in Gail’s place?”

“What help?” Ana asks. Is she deliberately being obtuse?

“The help you told my mom that Gail recommended.”

“There’s no help!” she hisses. I don’t understand. Why would she lie to my mom?

“Why then….” I say then I stop.

“Mrs. Grey… Are you jealous of Gretchen?” I ask with a suppressed grin.

“I don’t want Miss European pigtails anywhere near your house or you!” she says, and “Our home and your husband,” I correct my wife.

“Well,” she says putting her fisted hands on her hips in a defensive gesture, “your wife doesn’t want the Miss European pigtails near my husband or our home! I don’t like her and I sure don’t trust that drooling bitch!” Her anger surprises me.

“Has she said or done anything to you to elicit this level of anger from you?

“Honestly, Christian! I barely tolerate seeing her when I go over to your parents’ house because she’s so ready to rip her clothes off and kneel before you…” she says, then shakes her head, composing herself. “Never mind. I’d rather wait for Gail’s return. And if we’re desperate for help, I’m sure I can count on Melissa to help find a reliable help,” she says a little calmer. She then turns her back ready to leave the Great Room. I catch her arm.

“Wait! Why are you angry, Anastasia? Have I given you any reason to be jealous with anyone?”
“Really, Sherlock?” she bits out trying to get out of my grasp. I hold onto her tighter. God! Her hormones are giving me the whiplash with all the mood swings.

“I don’t care about her or any other woman, Anastasia. My mom only offered the help because she thought you have been sick and it would just help you out.”

“I know. I appreciate the gesture,” she says sighing. “It is actually very kind of her. I just don’t know why it bothered me, but somehow it does.”

“Don’t worry about it. We will interview a temporary help and make sure that you are comfortable with her. Okay?” I ask seeking her gaze. She doesn’t answer.

“Ana?” I say in a warning tone.

“There’s no one for me, baby. Just you. Just. You. Okay?”

I lift her chin up and she looks at me, “Yes,” she says nodding slowly.

“Okay. Now that we got that out of the way, come, I want to feed my wife dinner and then take her to our bed to make love,” I whisper lasciviously.

“Make love?” she asks looking at me hopeful.

“Yes, make love,” I confirm and she gives me a genuine smile this time.

*****      *****

The next two weeks passes nearly uneventful. Anastasia has not made one complaint about her new security detail. Anastasia didn’t want Prescott tailing her from the get go. She could not warm up to her. Melissa Tiber is a lot tougher and more seasoned than Prescott.

“How’s Tiber working out for you, baby?” I ask as we’re getting ready to go to my parents’ home for the Thanksgiving Day.

“Tiber? I call her Melissa. Tiber sounds too Roman.”

“Roman?” I ask curiously.

“Yes. Don’t you know? Tiberius was one of the imperial families of the Ancient Rome. They had imperial palaces on the Palatine Hill, western slope of the Roman Forum,” she says and I look at her with my mouth agape.

“I know I haven’t taken you to Rome. How did you come by that information?” I ask quizzically.

“Mr. Grey, I’m offended. I am an editor at SIP after all. I read,” she says grinning.

“What?” I ask when she gets that mischievous smile on her face.

“I like it when there’s something I know and you don’t Mr. Grey. That’s all,” she giggles.

“Really Mrs. Grey?”

“Yes, because you generally know everything, and you are very good at it. I’m in awe of you and how much you know. But I do cherish the moments when I know a little more than you do which are very rare.” She giggles again.

“I know you read a lot Mrs. Grey, and I am quite impressed with your knowledge,” I say as I wrap my arms around from behind her. Her belly is protruding just a little with sixteen weeks of pregnancy today. I nuzzle her neck, trailing kisses.  My hands rest on her naked belly caressing it.

“Do you feel the baby moving yet?” I ask suddenly curious.

“Not as a physical movement per say,” she says, “ but I feel the butterfly movements. I don’t think we can see it yet from outside. Well, at least not until the fifth month according to Dr. Greene,” she explains tilting her head to the side giving greater access to her neck.

“I love the way your body is changing,” I murmur. “I love it the pink hue it gave your lips,” I whisper trailing my index finger, “to your lush, full breasts,” I say cupping her breasts beneath her lacy bra. I slowly turn my wife around and extract one of her breasts out of the cup, circling and kneading the pink nipple.

 “I love the way it readily responds to my touch,” I murmur and take her breast into my hot, wet mouth and suck.

“Ahhh!” she moans. I slightly bite her nipple and lick where I nipped her. Then trail kisses down her torso to her belly. Kneeling down, I hold her hips between my hands kiss the little bump, our baby.

“Hi Blip,” I murmur. “This is your daddy.” Anastasia’s breath hitches. Her hands tentatively move onto my head and caress my hair gently. When I look up at her from the floor, she’s gazing at me with full of admiration. They’re wide and brimming with tears.

“What’s wrong baby?” I ask, slowly rising to my feet, concerned. I hold her face in my hand and make her look up at me.

“Oh, Christian! How I have dreamed that you would do this, love me and our baby like this, with this intensity, with this level of awe and admiration. Now, I’m the one who is in awe of you,” she whispers, not trusting her voice.

“I love you both! But, you already know that. I am but a man who is madly in love with his wife and in love with his child to be born. Our. Baby. Half of you,” I say caressing her cheek and she leans into my hand, “and half of me,” I murmur. She opens her eyes up to look at me.

“Now, let’s finish getting ready,” I whisper.

“Nooo!” she protests. I raise my eyebrows, hiding my amusement.

“You just, did this to me, and now asking to just get dressed and go?”

“What did I do to you Mrs. Grey?” I ask feigning innocence.

“Turned me on, Christian! How can you be so obtuse when you just got my breast out, sucked me into near orgasm and now telling me to just get dressed?”

“Why Mrs. Grey, did you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, damn it!” I try to suppress my grin unsuccessfully.

“I’d love to, but we are running out of time,” I murmur as I deliberately run my index finger over her exposed nipple. It perks up like a little cherry. “Maybe, tonight,” I whisper.

She pushes my hand away and tucks her breast into her lacy bra frustrated.

“Don’t count on it!” she says petulantly and turns her back to go to the closet. I have a feral cat in my care. She’s wild and hot! I catch her waist and pull her back to me.

“I will choose the time and place, baby. Anticipation is half of seduction,” I whisper. I want her, but this is another big first for us: our very first holiday as a couple. I’m going to make it special. She purses her lips and narrows her eyes.

*****      *****

Pale blue taffeta dress not only emphasizes her eyes, but also draws attention to her growing bust, and the knee length folds of her dress showcases her long legs. Anastasia’s dress is tied with a blue satin sash right under her breasts and above her baby bump.

“What do you think?” she asks with heavy lidded eyes. I lose my train of thought. I make a motion indicating her to turn around. She tries to hide a smile but opening her arms as she turns around.

“Did your boobs get two sizes bigger?” I ask with my voice husky. I try to pull the dress up just a bit to cover her very evident cleavage. She shoos my hand away.

“It’s very appropriate,” she says.

“Yes, but everyone will be touching your belly and your boobs are right there!”

She hands me her coat to help her put it on.

“Maybe you should keep this on the whole time. My brother and Ethan Kavanagh will be there,” I say.

“I’m sure they’ll behave,” she goads me. She turns her back for me to help her and I realize that the dress has a deeper cut in the back lower than her cleavage.

“Did you remove your bra?” I ask.

“Yes,” she feigns disinterest. “The dress has a built in bra to keep everything in place.” I groan.

“They’ll hug you and touch you. How long would it take for you to change into something else?”

“I like this dress. It’s brand new. Are you ashamed of me? Do I look fat?” she asks horrified. I know what she’s doing.

“No! I’m just protecting what’s mine. They’re for my eyes only.”

“Why Mr. Grey, I’m a pregnant, married woman. I have this dress on for my husband’s pleasure,” she bats her eyelashes. The dress is stunning. She’s trying to seduce me because she knows I won’t be able to resist. She just raised the stakes of the game and sent the ball into my court.

I hold her coat up for her, and she puts her arms in. Two can play at that game. I love a challenge. She just made it into a very exciting game for me.

“Well, then Mrs. Grey, shall we go?”

“Wait,” she says, and fixes my tie. Running her hands down my lapels leisurely, she watches my eyes darken with desire for her.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she says making me swallow. I hold her hand and walk out of our bedroom quickly before I decide to peel her dress off and make love to her.

The elevator ride down to the garage is silent. My gaze is fixed on Anastasia with its full intensity. She looks up at me and I tighten my grasp of her hand. She squeezes it back reassuring me, but not without that mischievous smile. What are you up to Mrs. Grey?

Melissa opens Anastasia’s door and I tuck her in the SUV. Sawyer opens my door, and I slip next to my wife. I place my hand on her leg and hear her breath hitching. But I don’t move it any further. She looks at me expectantly. I just smile at her in response.

When we arrive at my parents’ house, Mia comes barreling down as usual, but only after a “hi!” I’m pushed aside because they all want to see is Anastasia.

“Oh my gosh! Let me see you Ana!” Just as I predicted, her hand flies to Ana’s belly.

“I can’t believe it! I’m gonna be an aunt in just a few months. Can you feel the baby? Does it kick yet? Did you guys find out what you’re gonna have? Did your morning sickness stop yet?” Mia rapid fires her questions making Anastasia smile.

“Mia!” my mom admonishes her. “Let Ana come inside first. How are you dear?” ask my mom as she hugs Ana.

“I’m fine. Thank you, Grace!” she replies with a bright smile.

“Hi Ana! It looks like our grandchild is growing. You look beautiful. Glowing!” my father compliments her then shakes my hand as he pats my shoulder with his other hand.

As we walk into the living room, Kate Kavanagh rushes to meet us with a smile and my brother in tow.

“Oh, Ana! You look marvelous! Oh, your belly is growing!” she touches her belly, baby talking to her pregnant belly.

“Hi Ana!” my brother greets her. “Wow! Pregnancy agrees with you little lady! You look sensational,” he says and scoops my wife off the floor in a bear hug.

“That’s enough hugging, Elliot. I like my kid to grow to full term,” I semi tease him.

Ethan is next in line. His eyes are glowing with admiration.

“Ana, you look, wow! Just wow! Can I?” he says and his hand goes over to her belly.

“Stunning!” he says, then murmurs under his breath, “oh what the hell!” and hugs Ana twirling her around. My gaze grows cold and icy. I don’t particularly like others’ hands on my wife. Thank God she has not taken her coat off yet. It’s just been open in the front. But once she takes her coat off, all eyes are on her. The Kavanagh parents are there as well as Ana’s dad.

“Okay, let me get my turn to hug my daughter,” Ray says in a gruff voice.

“Hi, dad!” Anastasia greets him with a happy smile holding both his hands.

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing much better, dad. Thank you!”

“I’m so glad, Annie. You look like an angel,” he says giving Anastasia a hug. 

“Did you call your mom?” he asks lowering his voice.

“Yes, well, no. She called me this morning. So, we spoke.”

“Me, too. She told me to check on you from time to time. She worries about you, you know.”

“Yes, I know. She asked me to visit when I felt better,” she says. This is news to me. I look at her pure attention.

“Anastasia, you’ve been on your feet too long. Let’s sit,” I say directing her to the sofa. Ray follows suit. I sit next to Anastasia crossing my right leg over the left on the knee. I extend my arm over to her shoulder.

“You think you might visit her?” Ray asks after he takes place next to her.

“Uhm… I’d like to. But, currently my morning sickness is unpredictable. I have good days and bad days. I do miss her though. A lot actually,” she says longing.

Mr. Kavanagh and my brother ask me if I caught the score on the Green Bay Packers and Detroit Lions game that was played earlier in the day.

“No, I didn’t. How was it?” I ask.

“Packers won 27 to 15. Good game! Well, we’re catching the game with Dallas Cowboys and Miami Dolphins now,” Elliot says.

“Hey Ana! Come and join the girls!” my sister pulls her out of my grasp. I frown but Anastasia shrugs giving me a smile and follows my sister.

“What would you like to do drink?” Katherine asks her.

“White wine or champagne,” Anastasia says looking at me with a barely concealed smile.

“Sparkling water or juice for her!” I chide.

“Like shooting fish in a barrel!” says Kate Kavanagh. I think the joke at my expense.

Anastasia’s face falls a second later and I see the reason why. My parents’ help Gretchen is in the room with a tray and she seems to be staring at me. Anastasia takes her juice and wine from the tray. When Gretchen steps forward to extend the tray to me, Anastasia steps in front of her.

“I got my husband’s drink. Thank you,” she says icily.

“Yes, ma’am,” Gretchen says blushing profusely. I rise from my seat and extend my hand to my wife for my drink with a grin.

“Are you smirking at me, Mr. Grey?” she asks with one hand on her hip.

“I have a tigress in my possession,” I grin.

“I too am possessive of what’s mine. Are you complaining, husband?” she whispers back.

“Baby, it is so fucking hot, I’m salivating,” I reply back.

“What are you guys whispering about?” Kate Kavanagh comes, her hands on her hips. Sometimes her bossy attitude irritates the fuck out of me. Butt off! I’m talking to my wife!

“My diet,” Anastasia responds without a beat, though not without a blush.

“Come on Christian! You’re missing the game!” Elliot calls me from the entertainment room.

“Later,” I whisper into Anastasia’s ear, my voice full of wanton desire and then give her a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Come on man! You can do better than that!” Elliot teases me.

“Yes, I can. I just don’t put out a show,” I say, though there’s only my brother and Kate in the room besides us. Everyone else is either watching the game, or socializing in the back patio. Just as Anastasia turns her back to leave with Kate, I slap her behind, making her yelp. She turns and looks at me blushing.

*****      *****

At the table I’m seated next to Anastasia, and my grandmother insisted on sitting next to Ana and that left my grandfather sit on the other side of me. But my grandfather in return insisted that my grandmother sits next to him to prevent her from constantly touching Anastasia’ belly since she was doing just that non-stop since she arrived at the house. I think the only person who didn’t touch Ana’s belly is Gretchen. Everyone else took several turns, some to my displeasure.

“Christian, I’m so happy that you and Ana listened to my advice! I am so happy with the prospect of seeing my great-grandchild!” my grandmother gushes. I smile at my grandmother then hold Anastasia’s hand and bringing it to my lips and kiss it. As I lower her hand, I put it back on her lap and place my hand right on her lap. To everyone else on the table, it’s a loving gesture from a husband to his beautiful wife. But my wife knows it differently. Anastasia looks at me with a barely concealed nervousness and blushes. She takes a sip of her sparkly water. My grandfather turns to Anastasia and mumbles an apology on my grandmother’s behalf for being nosy, taking her blushing as a response to my grandmother’s remark.

My hand leisurely travels up Anastasia’s leg under the concealment of the tablecloth as my father gives his annual Thanksgiving Day speech of what our family is thankful for, then starts slicing the turkey and my mother is talking about one of our Thanksgiving memories when we were very young. My dad is trying a new electric knife despite mom’s protests, and it’s not working the way he expected it to. He apologizes to us and my mom knowingly brings out the old bird knife as she calls it for my father to carve the turkey.

“What would I do without you?” he says to my mother with a smile.

“You shall never find out,” my mother replies, giving him a light kiss on his cheek. My dad returns to his task of cutting the very big turkey after overseeing it’s baking for hours, anxious for us to taste his masterpiece, still wearing his chef’s hat and apron that says in bold letters ‘Kiss the Cook’.

Meanwhile my hand reaches the apex of my wife’s thighs, and it’s my turn to be surprised. It’s not because she’s blocking my access to her sex, but that she isn’t wearing any underwear! Did she come here without any underwear in that short dress? Or did she take it off after she walked away with Katherine? Her sex is slick and aroused. I let out my breath slowly, and Anastasia takes a roll from the basket my grandmother passes her.

“Thank you,” I hear her say, then turns to me with darkened eyes and ask.

“Christian, would you like some?”

Yesss!” I whisper in a tone only she can hear.

“Thigh or breast?” the question in my father’s voice takes me by surprise. I compose myself. Anastasia blushes and she closes her leg on me. I squeeze it back in response for her to keep it open.

“I’ll have some of each,” my grandfather replies.

“No you won’t!” my grandmother retorts.

“It’s better for you to have just the white meat. Think of your blood-pressure!”

“It’s Thanksgiving, for God’s sake!”

“It would be okay for him to have some, mother,” my mom calms my grandmother. “If he has a moderate amount, it would be fine.”

“The doctor has spoken!” my grandfather says smugly, “pass me some of the yams, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and stuffing too!” he adds.

“You can’t have mashed potatoes.”

“Can too!”

“I am hearing your arteries clog! No mashed potatoes for you, dear,” says my grandmother with finality.

“Fine, woman. But I’m having stuffing,” he retorts petulantly. Everyone around the table laughs at their banter.

*****      *****

“The food was simply marvelous Mr. Grey!” Anastasia says.

“Carrick, please, Ana. And thank you. This is a big compliment coming from a pregnant woman. I have done my job well,” my dad smiles, completely proud of himself.

Praises come around the table from each diner.

“We’ll have our drinks in the living room and those of you who wants to watch the last game of the day, let’s go to the entertainment room,” my father announces.

“Christian, are you watching the game?” Ethan asks.

“I’ll come later. I think Anastasia wants to rest,” I say and he nods.

“Are you okay, Ana?” the women around the table asks. “I’ll take her to my room. She can take a nap there!” Mia jumps.

“Thank you, Mia. But, it’s my job to take care of my pregnant wife,” I say decidedly.

“Sure it is!” Elliot says with innuendo, making my wife blush.

My father gives him a forbidding look. “You can get me back when I knock Kate up!” he says which earns him a slap on the arm from Katherine Kavanagh and her mother nearly chokes on her champagne.

“Don’t be an ass Elliot! Ana’s been very sick lately,” Kate admonishes him.

“Sorry, Ana! I was just teasing my little brother,” he says half chagrined, half bad boy.

I wrap my arm around Anastasia’s waist, and walk her out of the dining room, lead her to the base of the stairs. When we are completely alone and out of the earshot, I turn to her with my gaze darkened.

“Do you want to explain me the no panties?”

“Which part?” she asks.

“Did you come here without panties, or did you take them off before you sat at the table?” I ask.
“Does it matter, Mr. Grey?” she asks coyly.

She’s toying with me. Topping from the bottom.

“Do you have a pair of panties with you?” I whisper. She shrugs noncommittally. God! I can’t even wait to go up to my bedroom on the third floor. I scan around and find the spare bedroom empty downstairs. Anastasia rises on her tiptoes and taking me by surprise; she reaches with her hands, pulling my head down and locks her lips with mine. My back to the wall, I pull Anastasia into my arms. I lower my left hand to the small of her back, while my right hand slowly goes under the folds of her dress, finding her slick, soaked sex. I slide one finger over her slit, skating it back and forth, eliciting a groan from my wife, swallowing her sound within our kiss. I dip my index finger into her inviting sex and mimic my tongue’s ministrations in her mouth with my finger inside her clenching sex. When we are breathless, I lower my lip to the shell of her ear.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside you,” I whisper into her ear.

“Are you feeling alright, Ana?” asks a concerned male voice. Ethan Kavanagh!

“She’s just a little light headed. I’m just holding her until the dizzy spell goes away.” I respond without a beat.

“Shouldn’t you lie her down? Do you want me to bring her a glass of water or something?” he asks attentively. Anastasia shakes her head, leaning her head on my chest. I dip a second and a third finger into her sex, and Anastasia’s breath hitches.

“Do you want me to get your mom?” Ethan asks. Fuck! What a pest!

“No. I know how to take care of my wife!” I bit out. “We’ve done this before. She’ll be fine in a minute,” I say moving my fingers inside her, pressing them onto her G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure to get her off. I can feel her approaching orgasm. She bites down onto my left pectoral to stifle her moan, making my cock take off with desire.

“Okay. Hope you feel better, Ana,” he says as he walks away towards the guest bathroom down the hall. When Anastasia’s climax vibrates through her body, shaking her to her core, I pull my fingers out of her and support her limp body. I lift her off with one arm and make a show of tasting her orgasm. Taking my wife into the spare bedroom and kick the door closed and lock it.
“Now, Mrs. Grey. I believe it’s my job to make my wife feel so much better, I say and deposit her onto the bed. “What say you to that?”

She bites her lower lip, “You’ve had me at the table. I’m all yours, husband!”

“That you are, Mrs. Grey. That you are!”

In my Secret Life  - Leonard Cohen

*****      *****

Finally up! Congratulations to Seattle Seahawks on winning the Superbowl!


Anonymous said...

Dear Eminé,
Oh my! What a chapter! Thank you very much. I don't know how you can do that, but it's better and better. I'll read it again and comment later.

Love you,
S. from France (Chantal Countrygirl)

Paula Costi said...

OMG!!! So sweet! *-*
Christian is surprising all of us. Well... At least is surprising me.
And that fucker Lincoln and his shit dog... I'm gonna kill them. Both of them in pain. Suffering so much that people couldn't even think of that in a hundred years. u.u
Hope you are better Emine. Have a great day - well... It is 07:24AM here in Brazil. :P

Unknown said...

OMW!!!!!!!!!!! i think i'm inlove with a guy that lives only in a book!!i loved this chapter, best part is when they get dress and he talks to the baby!!!!OMW i want a man like that!!!!YOUR ROCK GIRL!!!!

Unknown said...

When can we go and read the next chapter on the Pella series??Love that story a lot!!

Anonymous said...

So, here I am again!
I love everything in this chapter. And I'm like Madelein: very in love with OUR Christian! The perfection on earth!
I love all the love scenes of course, and Christian teasing Anastasia before heading to Bellevue. And their lovemaking in the spare room, with Ethan asking if he can do something for helping!
I love Anastasia's nickname for Gretchen: "European pigtails". Ha, ha, ha! That's priceless! I had a good laugh. And the way she stands before her when she wants to give Christian a drink. So funny!
I love the family interaction with Ana. They are all so caring. The grandparents are very funny.
So Pella was right: the paparazzi were informed by "Hawk". Oh I do hope he, Lincoln and Hyde will be killed soon.
Now Eminé, you can't leave us, hanging, pending and pleading for more. You do have to write more and update very soon. We do have to know what will happen next. Yes, ma'am!
Hope you and everybody here is fine.

S. from France (Chantal Countrygirl)

Unknown said...

Emine só vc mesmo para nos dá um pouco mais de Christian e Ana! Vc simplesmente é a melhor! Ansiosa para o próximo capítulo....

Unknown said...

Emine só você para nos dá um pouco mais de Christian e Ana! Você é a melhor! Ansiosa para o próximo capítulo..... Parabéns!

Angela said...

My dear sweet fantastic Emine,
where to start:i adore the sex -love scene,the way you describe it is so real that i had a shower to return in earth!!! it is soo hot, i felt Christian hands all over my body and not only……! oh Emine you made my day absolutely!!! i adore you!

then another feeling fear and disdain for Devil Linc!!!!
how a man can be so cruel and so vindictive. i hate him!! i'm very excited for what will happen when Teddy is born!!! it's a pity that Linc will never have a woman to love in his life maybe he can change like Christian!! but none is kind,gentle ,possessive,careful,lovable,lustful like him,Omg i'm really lost with this man;)
so i think that there will be a kidnapping and i know that we'll see a freaked out'Christian!!!!

i adore brave and lustful Anastasia because lately i seem to be like her!!!! i love her RIGHT possessiveness to his man and what kind of man!!!
i love his way to resolve her discomfort being a brave girl!! if i were in her shoes i would have done worse!!! nobody can touch my hubby!!!!
i adore the way Christian take care of her wife and the way he act with their blip!!! he is a wonderful friend,husband,father and they are very lucky to have found each other!!!

i adore thanksgiving day soooo hot !!! this scene makes me all hot and bothered!!!! i adore Christian's family particularly Elliot,i adore him!!!! also for grandparents !!! my compliments for the last scene !!! Ethan is always in the wrong place and in wrong moment !!!! i think that he died seeing Ana and Christian in that way . does he not figure it out??
Emine i think that you always exceed yourself and i think that i need another cold shower!!!!
i love you ,i love your writing, i love your beautiful mind YOU ROCK!!!!!!
with all my love and admiration Angela <3<3<3

Author Mary A. Wasowski said...

The beginning of this chapter was like watching it on film and you can almost hear the intense music building up the scene. Emine!! oh my heart. This guy Linc is one messed up guy, I can't even guess what you are plotting next for him, but I know Christian and Taylor will stop him!! The tender scenes with C&A are always wonderful. Another amazing chapter. Thank you so much for continuing this blog for all of us to love. xoxo...Mary!

Unknown said...

Waw que capitulo Emine me gusta la posesividad de Ana, los hombres son algo ciegos, cristian nunca se dio cuenta que la coleticas era una descarada? y cuando una mujer esta embarazada se pone mas celosa, pues se siente en desventaja, y mas con esa belleza de hombre, y Emine por favor que LINC Y ESE MAL HOMBRE NO LE HAGAN DAÑO A NINGUNO DE LOS DOS PLIS, que lo que planeen se les voltee y les explote en la cara, no es justo Linc quiso matar a Ana y a su Hna no tiene derecho a hacer ningún daño te felicito amiga escribes de maravilla estos libros deberías hacerlos LIBROS se venderían mas que los de E.L JAMES ansió leerlos pronto en español de nuevo gracias un beso desde venezuela.

Unknown said...

Minha querida Emine estou apaixonada pelo seu Cristian, vc consegue descrever cada detalhe com tanta perfeição que faz nossos corações acelerar kkkkk. Esse novo capítulo foi lindo tão romântico e quente ao mesmo tempo, adorei a Ana cuidando do que é dela. Ele nem precisa de comentários sempre tão atencioso com ela. Já quero matar esses bandidos!!!! Ansiosa pela continuação. Grande beijo p/ você e todas as meninas.

Unknown said...

Minha querida Emine estou apaixonada pelo seu Cristian, vc consegue descrever cada detalhe com tanta perfeição que faz nossos corações acelerar kkkkk. Esse novo capítulo foi lindo tão romântico e quente ao mesmo tempo, adorei a Ana cuidando do que é dela. Ele nem precisa de comentários sempre tão atencioso com ela. Já quero matar esses bandidos!!!! Ansiosa pela continuação. Grande beijo p/ você e todas as meninas.

Unknown said...

Such a beautiful chapter and hi I am the Lenka from Twitter. Thank you so muvh for updating. I hope I will se next update really soon. I will be always eager for it. I love all your Christian's views all books.

Ediene O Maia said...

Que saudades de estar aqui dando os meus comentários estou voltando as poucos, hoje eu tinha que dar o meu depoimento,
Emine você nos surpreendeu mais uma vez como sempre, que capítulo fantástico, lindo amoroso romântico e quente ao mesmo tempo, como também o ódio a raiva e sede de vingança de Linc cada vez maior ainda para acabar com o nosso querido Christian,
Emine não tem como deixar de elogiar você minha escritora favorita, Emine você e uma excelente e maravilhosa escritora, não vejo a hora de ter em minhas mãos para ler a the Pella Series.
Muito obrigada Emine por esse capítulo.
Bjos !

Anonymous said...

Nooo. ?.21 days of wait And it's already over? Too Short, Too Short...But as always well done Emine! ♡♥♡♥
Ps:Seattle Seahawk ..omg there was no history to The Beginning! I wonder if Our favorite couple celebrate
with love from Italia, Annalisa

Hope Lovey said...

a great chapter as always was worth the wait......ugh I hate LINC I hope what ever mess he has planned Christian gets him in return worse.....I am with Christian it makes me uneasy that Taylor is not there but I cant wait to hear about the the chapters

Maria said...

Emine dear friend, thank you for this wonderful chapter, perfect, exciting, beautiful.
Anxious about the fate of Linconl and apprehensive with the expectation of what he will do against Anastasia and Blip.
Apologies for the charges for another chapter, but Emine is impossible to resist, the desire to always ask one more when we know we're expecting something as good.
A great week for you and your family, God bless you contimue with all this inspiration, and please do not take too long (laughs), but make sure you'll be waiting even if it takes all the time in the world, love you, kisses and hugs

Unknown said...

Emine, as always you did not disappoint their fans.
a curiosity, Where do you get your creativity to create every detail.
Your writing is fabulous!
Surely SERIE PELLA will give him much good fruit as a writer.
And you deserve!!
Just do not forget your Brazilian fans ....
Thank God our family will make it out unscathed from the attacks of the Linc, but I'm very curious to know, read about this clash.
The Linc will want to infringe pain Christian anyway but the Christian will literally "eat you alive" "
Yes I am very excited by the next chapters, because I know that action comes around.
And how is your family?
Your children, your mother ...
And the cold has subsided.
Look when you come to Brazil, God willing I will at the launch of his book.
Do not forget to leave aside for all the crazy 50 TONS OF FRIENDSHIP passwords.
As always an affectionate kiss on your heart
Marcia A. Cespedes

Unknown said...

Emine, as always you did not disappoint their fans.
a curiosity, Where do you get your creativity to create every detail.
Your writing is fabulous!
Surely SERIE PELLA will give him much good fruit as a writer.
And you deserve!!
Just do not forget your Brazilian fans ....
Thank God our family will make it out unscathed from the attacks of the Linc, but I'm very curious to know, read about this clash.
The Linc will want to infringe pain Christian anyway but the Christian will literally "eat you alive" "
Yes I am very excited by the next chapters, because I know that action comes around.
And how is your family?
Your children, your mother ...
And the cold has subsided.
Look when you come to Brazil, God willing I will at the launch of his book.
Do not forget to leave aside for all the crazy 50 TONS OF FRIENDSHIP passwords.
As always an affectionate kiss on your heart
Marcia A. Cespedes

Amanda said...

Omg Emine!! Great chapter!! That was some hot scenes you gave us there, and when Christian talked to the baby I about fainted from my swooning.

I am on the edge of my seat over Linc and this Fawkes man. The fact that he planted a bug? TERRIFYING!! But I know that you promised us a happy ending so that makes me less nervous about what is in store. I hope Fawkes doesn't get Christian to start punching the press....that would be so bad!

Mônica Goyer said...

Hey Emine!
I love when Chrsitian talk with the baby. so sweet!!!!! That man(Fawkes) can´t give trouble to Grey family....I hate him.

I read late today because at work everybody can see my computer .... (pictures so hot in chapter).....and in my city, don't have bus... it is strike!!!
It is so bad! :(
But tomorrow probably back to normal. I hope!


Porto Alegre- RS- Brazil.

Unknown said...

Boa noite Emine!
Esse capitulo esta maravilhoso!
Que pena que ficou com gosto de quero mais.
Que nada eu quero mais, muito mais. Quando terá oportunidade de escrever mais? Espero que logo!
Desejo tudo de bom!
Aguardo ansiosa!
Marcia Faria Rio de Janeiro Brasil

Unknown said...

What a great chapter - so much going on! Can't stand Lincoln and the thought of what he might do....thank goodness that we know this has a happy ending but this could really be bad! I love Ana goading Christian - I absolutely love how you write their interaction. Can't wait for the ultrasound where they see the sex of their baby! Christian will be over the moon and I know you will write it so well.

This was absolutely beautiful. Thank you, as always, for entertaining us, keeping us on the edge of our seats and always anxious for the next chapter.


Love, Love, Love Christian!

Unknown said...

Geez, this was fantastic. Love it and each chapter gets better and better. Thank you Emine.

Unknown said...

Omg.. Hot hot . Just subscribed and I'm addicted. . 1 am in Miami Florida USA

ash aspey said...

Wow what a fantastic chapter!!!both Ana and Christian, possesive, of what belongs to them. The sex is just sooo hot, passionate and just them two exist. So lovely when Christian talked to blip, everyone fussing over Ana and the bump, Christian getting off at the dinner table, with Ana not wearing panties,to be interrupted by a coy Ethan trying to distract a couple mad for each other. Who can't get enough. What about Linc and his mad dog, will they manage to cause so much grief and devastation to Christian and Ana, will they survive and protect each other and blip, I do hope that Christian with all his fifty shades goes into over drive and Ana accepts the control of security. Just the thought of anything happening to any three of them my heart is in my throat! Amazing writing. Again 're reading from the beginning, I'm
So hooked!thank you emine!!! Xxxx

Joan G said...

Fantastic as always ... I love everything you write... I cant wait for the next chapter ....

Sheila H. said...

What can I say Emine but thank you for another wonderful chapter. I am sure it will not take long for Christian to deal with Lincoln and co. Beautiful story and beautiful writing, thank you again.

Charleen F said...

Oh my Emine what a hot chapter this was I loved that Ana is more brave and daring when it comes to sex that it sometimes takes Christian by surprise. That's a hard thing to do. I love that she is starting to show and the family is being so attentive to her and all wanting to touch her growing belly especially the grandmother. The banter between both grandparents was humorous because it reminds me of something mine do.

I hope that Roger Lincoln and the Fawkes guy can come up with a devious plan but only to have Christian and Taylor figure it out before it was fully executed. Can't wait to see Lincoln defeated.

Again love the chapter and can't wait till the next one comes out hopefully soon. Hope all is well for you and your family.

Take care

Linda said...

OMG.... Thank you for yet another great chapter... Love the fact Christen is talking to the baby now...Hope like Hell that he gets Lincoln before anything bad happens...Love it... I will be rereading these books as I have the other one.. Hope u keep them coming.. Thanks again..

Unknown said...

Oi Emine

Adorei, começa doce e quente!!
Lendo um pouco mais, você sente raiva, tem vontade de dar uma surra nesse Linc, não vejo a hora de ver o fim deste homem..dele e de Elena..tenho raiva desses dois!!
Ri ao constatar o ciumes da Ana, até mentir para a sogra ela mente...rsrsrs.
Aí você percebe o amor, a ternura, o carinho a aceitação do Christian pelo filho e a comemoração, a reunião em família no dia de ação de Graças.

Você me surpreende a cada capítulo!!

Obrigada por nos presentear com essa história envolvente.
E claro louca para ver seu livro impresso.
Beijos e abraços à você Emine e a todas do blog.

Rosângela M. C. Corvalan

Unknown said...

Hey Emine!

Thanks for another great chapter, as always, well done! You got me wanting to kill Lincoln and whoever is helping him with my bare hands. Hope he'll pay and burn in hell for all the pain he wants to inflict in Christian, Ana and little Blip. Hope he dies soon lol But what really made me love this chapter (besides the amazing steaming hot scenes) was the moment Christian fall to his knees to talk to Blip. So sweet and so far away from what we know as a Christian Grey standard. It's a pleasure to see him becoming a father and a family man, a lovely family man. For that I'll be forever grateful to you, for showing us this tender loving side of him.

xoxo from Brazil

Unknown said...

OMG!! When Christian told Ethan "we've done this before" I thought I was going to die laughing! The elevator full of people!! Another great chapter Emine!

Anonymous said...

What a great chapter! I really appreciate this one! That was so cute and hot. I can't wait for the next chapter! Xxx

Unknown said...

I LOVE your story... I frequently go back and re-read it. You are a fantastic writer. Each chapter is as captivating as the last and has me on the edge of my computer chair each time. Thank you for this wonderful piece of work. I look forward to each and every installment!!!

Leanne said...

Another brilliant chapter. I don't know how you manage it but it gets better with every chapter. The atmosphere you create with your writing is amazing it's like your actually watching it.
I have to say though I am abit nervous about what is gonna happen to them both with Lincoln etc and obviously it will turn out in the end but it's what's in between that I can wait to read

Unknown said...

Thank you for another amazing chapter. I am really looking forward to see what Linc and Fawkes have planned and how Christian and Taylor retaliate.


jeangb said...

Hi Emine I've taken my time to review as I have had to read it twice. the chapter has been well worth the wait. The hot sex, the intrigue, and the loving domesticated Christian, I don't think so. Is absolutely fantastic. I really hope I don't have to wait a month for an update do I? Please try and make it soonerxx

Jaque said...

Dear, congratulations ... This chapter this phenomenal (as well as others) ... Thanks for cheer me up every time I read them, I love your stories!
Kisses is with God (looking forward to the next, rs);

Vera Leite said...

Fico imaginando qual será o desfecho do combate entre Christian e o Linc.
Vai voar balas para todos os lados. Sempre maravilhoso ler o seu trabalho! Bjs- Brasil

Unknown said...

OMG!!! Perfeito como sempre, parabéns a Emine por esse capítulo maravilhoso e a Neusa pela perfeita tradução!!


Unknown said...

Simplesmente perfeito!!


Ale said...

Oi Emine, tudo bem?
A cada novo capítulo aumenta intensamente essa vontade de quero mais!
Você consegue trabalhar todo emocional da gente.
Sucessos sempre!

Anonymous said...

Please do another chapter soon i am so lost with out them lol pleaseeeeeeee. I so love the way christian hss stepped into protective daddy role. But lincoln needs to be dealt with. Im sorry i know you said you would continue until the movie comes out but please dont stop you are an amazing writer. I would love to see this go on to see phoebe be born and then on into their life.

Anonymous said...

What can I say, I live for your story"

Carol said...

Dear Emine, Hi, how are you? I hope you and your family are happy and well. It is really cold with a lot of snow on the ground here in NY. I cannot wait until the Spring!

Lincoln is a miserable bastard and needs to be shot. He is so full of hatred and vengeance.

Thanksgiving was a sexy day in the Grey household, huh!? Hot, yummy lemon. Ethan added a bit of humor, though. Why couldn't he just go watch the game or help the ladies in the kitchen? Christian, as usual, had everything, including his wife, under control.

Thank you for the update and I am looking forward to your next chapter. Love, Carol xoxo

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine
do you know when the next chapter will be ready? Please don't make us wait long :)

Artsy Alcie said...

You did not disappoint, as usual! I probably shouldve waited to read this closer to when my hubby gets home. Oh well! He actually told me this morning I should reread your story because I would jump him for sex instead of him nagging me for it. I have been reading the Crossfire Series and just finished it last night. I loved it and can't wait for the 4th book to come out, but my hubby is right; we had sex more while I was reading fifty shades. .. especially after reading your version. Christian and Gideon are strikingly similar in their character so it's been a great read. I think I need to start yours from the beginning. It's a shame you can't publish this version, I've been seeing a few references to your version on the Web lately. ~Allie from Cali

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine :)

I don't know how you do it but you never cease to amaze me with what you come up with for the continuation of this story. Fresh ideas that still remain in character for the book and well the characters. LOL.

Loved their first Thanksgiving together. It's nice to see the whole family together just being normal but still fun and HOT in the case of Christian and Ana. Looking forward to everything else you have planned.


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Hoping to have a new chapter for Valentines Day witch is Friday!!i wish all you Lady's a super happy Valentines and hope you get spoiled rotten!!!

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Anonymous said...

I really enjoy reading your chapters they are very well written and keep in line with the books. They also feel in the gaps that was in the books. I hope the next chapter is up soon.

annie7632 said...

Emine. You have been quiet for a while and I haven't seen a post from you lately, I hope you are well? I have finally caught up and all I can say is, you just keep getting better and better. Christian and Ana are growing up and learning as they go. As for the extra bits regarding Linc... Oh boy I can't wait for those to develop further.
Take care my friend.
Anne xx

Unknown said...

Best Thanksgiving Day dinner ever, lol
I am so looking forward to more. I dont like the idea of the baby being in danger but I also want to know who the spy is and find out how CG & or Pella is going to "dissappear" them.
You wrote another great chapter as always Emine. Thank again for sharing your talent with us.
Have you heard any more word on when Pella will go to publish? I'm ready to find out if she gets her full memories back in book1 or if you will strexh it out in a book 2.
Patiently waiting on the next spine tingling chapter. Happy Love Day

Anonymous said...

Emine!! Great as ever! Hope all is well with you haven't heard from you. Can't wait for the next chapter as usual. Freezing in N.J. Love Ya Janice

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Unknown said...

Hey Emine! I love all the chapters of christian's point of you that you made! Gosh, you are a very talented woman! I'm looking forward to read another new chapter, sooner rather than later ! *patiently waiting*
Love you Emine! -Jessica-

Anonymous said...

Loving this blog. Keep it going!

Debby said...

Hello Emine and fellow FSOG blog family,
Emine we miss you. Hope all is well with you and yur family. Also hope you haven't gotten bored with us.
I was just thinking about the movie and musing:
The part of Elana - has anybody heard about the casting? She is such an important part of the story. It seems "odd" that they haven't said who will be playing the part when they hasve named all the other characters. Why might they be holding out.
Also dose anyone else think the actor playing Elliott is hotter than Jamie Dornan. He seems much more of a bad boy. LOL.

Emine do you have any news on The Pella book? Really looking forward to reading it.
Please keep in touch. Looking forward to hearing from you.

annie7632 said...

Hi Emine. I really hope you and your family are okay. Starting to worry as you haven't commented for a while.

Please let us know your okay xxx

GediGyrl said...

Omg, what a juicy, exciting chapter!! That hallway scene on Thanksgiving almost made me burst!! Loved everything about their first holiday! Love the way their relationship is growing and maturing and growing them as individuals. Can't wait for the next! Hope all is well with you and your family!

Unknown said...

Always amazingly done, thank you for the great chapters. Can't wait to see whats to come. =)

Anonymous said...

me gusto mucho el capitulo y la historia recién comencé a leerla y la encuentro muy buena, pero cada cuanto tiempo publicas capítulos.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Girls!

I've been absent for a couple of weeks. I had family visiting from Germany and Geneva, so, I've been with my cousins. Those of you who have been checking up on me, asking when the new chapter will be, I'm working on it already.

With this may I remind one individual what "fanfiction" is. Fanfiction is what Mrs. EL James did to Twilight books when she wrote "Master of the Universe" with Edward and Bella and all the other characters who later became Anastasia and Christian. She took vampire and turned him into a mortal but mega-billionaire with control issues. That's fan fiction. The fan fiction writer takes liberties. If you want the original work, you have the original books.

We, (myself and the other fanfiction writers) write what we see the characters doing. We've already established that - A VERY LONG TIME AGO. And your comment about "Write your own book." Why, thank you for your input; I don't know what I would have done with my life if an ANONYMOUS reader wouldn't give me HER opinion(yes, I know who the hell you are - I'm also a computer scientist responding to a bitching frustrated woman; I have means and the tools to know each and every IP address). Let me just take notes while you tell ME how I SHOULD live MY life.

The irony is that you're seeking and reading "fanfiction" books. If you don't like the turn it takes, why don't you just stick with the originals? No, I'm not going to post your one paragraph bitching. MY SPACE is not for YOU. Oh, by the way, I do have a book I wrote; it's being edited right now. And I also translate law, software, medical books as well.

Yep, I got a very full life.

Ok... Moving on...

Give me a few minutes girls, and I'll respond to you all.

Unknown said...

Hi Emine!

Thank you for that posting you just made! I really enjoy your writings and am glad that everything is okay with you.

Please let me know when your other book gets published. You are a very talented writer and I'm looking forward to more chapters of Christian and Anastasia!

Anonymous said...

Again ladies please have some respect & gratitude to our lovely Emine. As much as writing is her passion. She is also giving up her family time to satisfy our CG & Ana fan fiction fix. I know it's a very very small minority. But for goodness sake we're all supposed to be mature adults. Emine has a life that's comes before our needs. Please be mindful before you comment as to when she'll next post.
Great things comes to though's who wait!
Michelle ( The wee scottish warrior)

Angela said...

Well said Eminé !!!! Envy is always by the side of beautiful and talented people like you !!! I think that you whoever you are know that Eminé is a smart wonderful woman,wife and such talented writer!! This explains all the millions and all the 183 countries that read this amazing Blog!!! So your opinion has zero value!

Anonymous said...

Amen Angela & spot on!
Love you Emine & Angela <3

Alexandra Brasilia-Brasil said...

Não se importe com comentários maldosos Emine, são pessoas frustradas e muito mal resolvidas.
Continue com seu trabalho, que com toda certeza agrada muita gente.
Felicidades, sucessos sempre.
Espero ansiosamente os próximos capítulos.
Beijos e seja feliz!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

(To readers from Ch 18)
Thank you Claire, Penny, Angela, Monica, Neusa Marcia, Annalisa, Margaret, Joanna, Jeangb, Dannynha, Fanny, Mn, Martha, Leanne, Ash, Vera, Christal, Sarah, Ana, Alexandra, Mary Grant, Rebecca, Rosangela, Kamila, Madelein, Daniela Martins, Jaque, Jackie, Brandy, Debby, Char, Patricia, Natasha R., Artsy Alcie, Annie7632, Gisela, Heliane, Aline, Rosi, Kathy, Clare, Margaret, Sheila, Bonjour Chantal, Patricia, Linda, Vee, Johanna, Ane, Hope, Mzthang, Mike Smith, Leia, Valerie, Joenes, Maryangel, Allan, Linda White I’ve missed you all!

Hi Mike! Welcome and thank you for posting your opinion! It means a lot coming from a male perspective. Hi Allan! Also welcome and thank you for another male view!

(Ch 19)
Thank you so much to those of you who have commented for the first time. We’ve grown to be a large community with 183 countries. Thank you again Paula, merci Chantal, Madelein, Obrigada Cris, Grazie Angela, thank you Mary, Adriana, Lenka, Ediene, grazie Analisa, Joenes, Marcia, Amanda, Monica, Leila, Penny, Martha, Amaiky, Ash, Joan, Sheila, Charleen, Linda, Rosangela, WeLoveAJ McLean, Linda White, Susan Burke, Leanne, Charm D., Jeangb, Jaque, Vera, Ana, Ale, Carol, Artsy, Vee, Madelein, Mary, Annie7632, Mary Grant, Janice, Jessica Nugroho, Debby, GediGyrl, Ashley owens, Angela and my Scottish warrior Michelle! Thank you my lovely friends.

Rumi said, “This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”

I do want to accommodate and honor every request and try to be civilized to all but sometimes it’s not always easy and requires a lot of effort… But, of course I do thank that one commenter whose comment has not been posted for helping me to reinforce my self-control.

Working on the new chapter for those of you who have been patiently waiting – hopefully it will be soon by the end of the week. How long will I go on? We’ve discussed this as well: until the first movie.
PS: I’m coming to Brazil in December girls. Sao Paulo. If you live in the area, I will be at the book fair. You can find the details at:

Estou vindo para São Paulo, Brasil, em Dezembro. Olhe para os detalhes no Facebook, por favor: Espero que eu possa conhecer todos vocês. Envie-me um e-mail para mais informações:

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine! I'M HAPPY to heard something from You...It means all is Good in The warm Arizona! We waiting with respect for your Life...Kiss Annalisa, Italy

jeangb said...

So looking forward to your next update. Happy all seems well with you at this time. You had a bad 2013 hope you are mending and feeling better. Your global community awaits for you and your great story.xx

Anonymous said...

I'm looking forward for the next chapter! I can't wait for more information about the baby and the Grey's Christmas night Xxx

Danielle said...

Hi Eminé,

I recently found your site and oh my god you are amazing. I love how you've filled in the gaps in the books and how you've started to progress beyond and add your own story.

I also love how you've included snippets of Linc and cannot wait to find out what dreadful plan he has in store for Ana and Christian. I hope he fails spectacularly. Keep up the great writing.

Unknown said...

Emine my dear friend!!

Você mais uma vez foi fantástica em sua resposta!!
O importante é que todas que estão aqui amam, respeitam e reconhecem seu trabalho, sua dedicação, você tem seu projeto pessoal,que é maravilhoso, tem seu trabalho, tem sua família e ainda arranja tempo para nos presentear com essa maravilhosa versão de CG e Ana!!!

Emine COM CERTEZA te verei em São Paulo!!
I see you in São Paulo, the city I was born!!!
Kisses dear...I love you!!


Anonymous said...

Thank you for taking the time to write and share all of these chapters! I do not know how you do it with kids/family and a job.
Do you have any idea when the first book of The Pella Series will be out?
Love all of your work, thank you!

Luciene said...

Hi Emine ... I loved the chapter XIX .... I like to know if you go like exhibitor or visitant in the book fair in São Paulo. I live in the São Paulo and I love your job like writer, so I want to meet with you.

I'm anxious for next chapter as always.

Kisses and hugs

Unknown said...

Hey Emine I really enjoy reading your chapters and how you have filled in the holes from the books. I cant wait to read the upcoming chapters.

Anonymous said...

I love reading about Anas pregnancy and Christian wanting to be a father. It's really nice to see how he's so protective of Anas well being. Thank you for keeping the story alive for all of us. Can't wait to also read your book when it comes out! I love the Pella chapters that you've already posted. Nieves

Unknown said...

Emine, may I start my saying hello to you and all! I have read the books by E. L. James and although I love them yours writing I have to say is out of this world! I am completely in love with this story and the direction you have taken it and do have a little ready everyday on my IPhone :)Please Please Please keep going for as long as you can! lots of love xxxx

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Anonymous said...

Emine ,

You are really wonderful :) I can't believe how i just found your blog ! and i read everything in a week?
when will u write another chapter?
pease don't make us wait any longer!!

loves from istanbul :)

Anonymous said...

Dear Emine,

I have been following your Blog for a long time. I have never commented before, just wanted to say Thank you!! Love that you have given us all the MORE that we wanted! Cannot wait for the next chapter! Again THANK YOU!!

Unknown said...

Love you Emine. We will be here! I had been away from reading until I found your blog which I think is better than the books...Pella is great too...that being said, you have opened up a whole new world for me.....thank you and to all my lovely friends on the Clouds! Love you!

Unknown said...

So glad your doing well!!i can't wait for the next chapter!

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine, I'm probably one of your newest fan :)

Just got into your blog couple weeks ago recommended by a friend, tbh I rarely read any fanfictions but after reading couple chapters of yours of CG's POV I'm hooked and totally into this fanfic series written by you. I love your way to tells what was inside Christian's head of the book and I can't stop reading until this chapter *I've been reading like mad woman for weeks hehe*

You are a wonderful author, I hope to read more chapters from you.

Btw is there any possible way to have them in .epub or .pdf btw so I can read your wonderful fanfics on my phone?

Have a good day!
- love from Indonesia, Alexis

Anonymous said...

Lovely Emine ,

Please please give us the next chapter ! We are all very excited about it :)

Anonymous said...

Can't wait for the next chapteeeeerrr ah please post it . You blog is the only thing which makes my work hours interesting :)

Anonymous said...

Eminé, I do hope you won't mind if I allow myself to answer to Alexis, as you are very busy my dear?
So Alexis, I'm very happy for Eminé (and for all of us) that you found your way to A Walk in the Clouds!
To answer to your question about PDF files for the chapter: if you subscribe to the blog, you'll receive an email everytime a new chapter is posted. And you'll be able to read them on your phone just clicking on the link.
Good reading!

Chantal Countrygirl

Daniela Martins said...

Good afternoon, dear Emine!
Sorry my late comment!
I'm sure all your readers don't have more words to say about your book!
This chapter was wobderful!
Beautiful story and wonderful writer!
Thank you for share this story!
Your blog is a gift for us!
Hugs and kisses

Unknown said...

It's always to hear that you and your family are doing well. I'm so glad to find out that we are getting closer to reading the Pella Series. Will it be available in Amaon Kindle as well as paperback? I'll keep my eyes and ears open for it. It would be really sweet if I could read it while in vacation but if I can read it in time for my B -Day in August that would be the icing on the very big cake i plan on getting :-D
Luv to u and yours and please rake care of yourself and your lovely family.
Mary G

Unknown said...

Hi Emine,
I love your work. I can't get enough of it. I've read it 4 times and then I read the Pella Series (twice so far) and I'm anxious about your book to be released. I was sad when I read at one of your posts that you'll keep writting Christian's point of view only until the first movie is released. I would love to watch him go overboard with the birth of his daughter!!! Can you give it a second thought? Because you have a mastery to spice things up and make so very intersting. Keep up the good work!!! It' excallent, thank you.

Anonymous said...

Still no update :(

Anonymous said...

When will you publish a new chapter? Please answer! :)

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Anonymous said...

hola cada cuanto tiempo publicas por que estoy esperando el capitulo que sigue del libro 4, te felicito tu historia es buena

Anonymous said...

When will ther be a new chapter? I miss the story.

Unknown said...

Boa noite Emine!
Sentindo falta dos seus capítulos, com certeza deve esta estar muito ocupada. Mas por favor quando tiver um tempo vago escreva vários capítulos kkkkkk, que nada ficaremos feliz se tiver outro como o ultimo que foi MARAVILHOSO como todos que você escreve. Saude e paz para você e sua família! Beijos!
Marcia Faria Rio de Janeiro Brasil

Patricia said...

Hi Emine,

You just get better and better!

Hate to nag, but can you give us an approximate date for the release of next chapter?


Anonymous said...

What happened to the update from last week? :(

Anonymous said...

I miss you emine! back to us!

Anonymous said...

Any time frame to look for on when the next chapter will be? I love your writing!


Anonymous said...

Emine!! Next chapter please!!

Anonymous said...

Hi Eminé, Im new here I knew about this blog from tumblr and as a fan of FSOG I love Christians POV. Seriously I already read all the chapters and its been 1 week since I found out and with college and everything its hard. But I love how you capture the story is really sweet. Great! Im very excited for the next chapter. And sorry for the grammar but english is not my first language so is a little bit hard

S from Honduras

Anonymous said...

Its been almost two weeks

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine

Hopiforng you are well it has been weeks since you commented and I am starting to feel concerned for you.
Hope life is treating you and your family well.
Hoping you will have the chance to complete and post chapter 20 soon.
Australian fan

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end of the week ... yeah sure

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Oh my God! I'm so sorry for not being able to update.

I was given an assignment at work with kept me busy 20 hours a day. I knew I was going to be assigned with the project; I just didn't know when. I got 1/4 of it on February 2nd, and the week I was working on the chapter, I was handed over nearly 400 pages to complete by March 12th.

I apologize all - can't explain the details of my job, but it is highly important, demanding, and took the front seat over everything else including the family. I'm taking the rest of the week off to write. Not only because I'm overworked and overwhelmed, but running out of steam. 20 hrs or more a day. I ended up sleeping 14 hours. I'm writing right now. The chapter was 1/2 done. I'm told I can have the rest of the week (lets hope it holds true).

You can see part of what I do on Linkedin.

Ok, off to writing. Thank you for the reminders, keeping up. Those of you on FB with me already knew what has been happening.

Anonymous said...

Anonymous said,

Hi Emine, Please don't worry to much about the next chapter. I am sure all of us understand how important your work is and how busy it has kept you. Please take care and try not to run yourself into the ground by working so hard. I am looking forward to reading the next chapter but only when you get time to update it.
Jackie from Australia

Unknown said...

Glad to hear you are ok! Hope you get a chance to rest. Waiting patiently for your next post.

Unknown said...

Good to hear from you =)

Paula Costi said...

So good to hear from you!
Hope you get a really good rest time after all that work. Sleep A LOT. And get some massage. :P

Debby said...

Hello Emine,
So good and comforting to hear a post from you. Glad to hear you're are fine and just working to hard.
Would love to hear your thoughts on the casting of the Eleana character. I am told that The shooting has been completed and still no word on who is playing Elana.Such an important part of the Story, but no mention of Actress?
Anyway have a great weekend and I am looking forward to your next amazing post.