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Monday, February 15, 2016

BOOK V - Chapter VI - Christian and Anastasia Fan Fiction



CHAPTER VI

ANGEL LOVES THE DEVIL


Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.




Bad Things – Jace Everett

(For Neusa, 50 Tons de Amizade, and all of you who have been waiting patiently...)

The concert gets full swing. Lights are dimmed all around except on the stage, focusing on Beyoncé and the backup dancers. Couples are dancing, jumping, and dry humping one another in the excitement of the music. Thirty minutes into the concert, the first three notes gives me the cue of my request is about to happen. I stand behind Ana and wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. 

Ana looks very happy and is vibrating with excitement. The first few notes of the song tell me that it’s ‘Crazy in Love’. Crowd goes wild as Beyoncé struts to the stage with the slow motion walk of a runway model. She’s wearing a sea through body suit with strategically placed glittery designs to give the viewers’ imagination a wild run. Two other female back up dancers start shaking their booties and the crowd goes even wilder. 


“Crazy in Love – Beyoncé”

“She’s amazing!” says a male voice. People are already moving with the beat and murmuring or singing the lyrics out loud. Someone shouts, “I love you Beyoncé!” 

Before the first lyrics starts, she greets everyone again. “How’s everyone doing? Are you having fun?” she shouts as two more back up dancers spring to the stage shaking their booties and dancing.

It’s a special day today for a very special person. Happy birthday Christian! This song is dedicated to you and all those who have birthdays today! Ana loves you! And… Ana… Christian says…” she starts singing.

I’m so crazy in love with you!

“What?” Ana exclaims, her face wearing a stunned look. 

“Well, I am: Unfailingly. Completely. Irrevocably… I’m yours, Mrs. Grey.” I reply trying to keep emotions out of my face. Reticent even.  

Her reaction could go both ways. I want her to know that all her gesture is loved, appreciated and that I am madly in love with her. She turns around and cages me in her embrace and stands on her tiptoes to kiss me. First slowly, testing me, knowing I don’t do as much public affection but it’s dark, and everyone’s focused on the stage and they’re already occupied holding and dancing with their own partners or making out. 

The pulsating energy from the music is felt all around the stadium. This really must be a very popular song among the fans because everyone’s going crazy about it. Anastasia is rubbing all over me, exciting my libido and I feel my cock a steel rod pushing against my pants. She runs one hand on my ass the other on my cock. She’s taking no prisoners.

“Mrs. Grey,” I whisper leaning in. “Keep up with that, and I will fuck you here, no matter who is present.” In response, she wraps her arms around my neck, kisses my lips with the rhythm of the song and sucks and nips my lower lip.


Once she’s done with her amorous assaults, I grab her hand and pull her to a dim corner. 

“You lit the fuze baby. You can’t pull back now,” I murmur.

“I’ve no intention of pulling back.” Her eyes glint with unknown excitement. I take note that my girl now has a taste for sex in public without being discovered. 

“I want you to stand before me, your body firmly against mine, and dance.” She bites her bottom lip and starts moving with the tempo of the music. 

The fans go crazy with the dancing and most of the couples are already kissing, dancing, singing along and quite a few are just making out. When Beyoncé’s and her backup dancer’s movements reflected on the very large screens, focusing on the shaking of their bodies in a sexual, rhythmic fashion, the crowds go wild, shouting their adoration of the artist and in unison the dancing goes to full swing in the entire stadium. 

Anastasia, being herself turns to me and jumps, hanging onto me, her arms on my neck, her legs wrapped around my torso, her kisses are demanding, urgent, powerful and utterly intoxicating. Back up dancers and Beyoncé move with the all-female band’s music, strategically placed pulsing lights focused on the stage, work up the crowd, seducing them to sing, dance and fondle one another. But I am focused in our closed little world in the darkness. The pulsating music around us reverberates, shaking the walls, pulsating through our bodies. Ana closes her eyes for a moment. At first I don’t know whether she dislikes the sensation. But then I remember that she likes feeling with all her senses. Suddenly I realize what she’s doing. She does the same when I blindfold her. She’s getting ready to feel me with her higher senses that are only available when eyes are wide shut.

The stadium and the private boxes are darkened to the barest hint of light, and the stage is lit up with various flashes of light emphasizing the signer focusing on Beyoncé and the backup dancer. The sparkles of pseudo fireworks explode on the stage, the noise peaks both on and off stage.  Just as the crowd goes wild, two of my fingers reach inside Anastasia and her sudden gasp is captured and sealed inside my kiss and her moans swallowed up with shouting fans around. She turns face to face to me, wrapping her right leg around my left. My hand travels down from her back to her bare leg and I squeeze it. She knows what I mean without words and yields to my demands by opening her leg. 

The song dedicated to both of us by each other; carry us away from the crowd, away from the arena and into our own little world. 

“What did I say Mrs. Grey?” My voice is firm in her ear. “Your back to my front. Now. Obey me, or you will have no release.”

A breathy, barely audible “yes,” escapes her lips. 

Anastasia’s head rests on my shoulder. If any casual observer were to look, the darkness would conceal everything, but they would only see the silhouette of a loving couple embracing one another, lost in the moment. I put my leg between hers to separate them. Anastasia lets out a soft whimper. At a particularly high note I dip down and catch the shell of her ear between my teeth, then tug and let it go, grazing and brushing over her long neck. Her scent hits my nostrils harder. 

Incessant urge and desire hitting a new high, I push Ana to the corner, quickly turning, my back to the wall, I firmly keep her back against my chest. My hand slides up on her thighs and reaches to her slit. I deliberately glide two fingers between her lips avoiding her clit a few times. And my fingers finally relent to her dripping wetness and they succumb to the desire to reach their target. A nearly voiceless gasp escapes her lips, so subtle, so lost in pleasure; I have to flog my mind to regain control. Ana throws her head back. To anyone looking at her, she appears as if she’s enjoying the music immensely with her man. But in the darkness, with everyone dancing and making out, we are not noticed. Her clit is a willing captive between my forefinger and the thumb. I massage it thoroughly until I feel the first contraction in that little nub. I immediately pull my finger away from her dripping wetness, leaving her sex in desperate need for a release and Ana panting and heaving.

“Christian!” the single utterance of my name in a whisper delivers her begging to give her a release.

“Do you think I should let you? Here and now?” I murmur my question into her ear taunting her, challenging, bringing out the carefully controlled dominant in me. 

Her arms reach from behind her and caress my neck, arms as she deliberately rubs her buttocks, and springing my already excited cock into action. Slow, dance like gyrating motions against my body leaves only my pants and her thin dress between us to feel and let both of us crave one another even more. She twists her head and looks at me angelically, but I don’t miss the she-devil look behind that gaze. When she lifts her body up again, I hold my arm firmly against her, keeping her in place and locked in. We move together with music, in perfect rhythm in our place. My hand travels again to get to her sex and this time two of my fingers enter her. My index and middle finger open to widen her, massaging her inner muscles and the front wall of her vagina. When my fingers find that delicate tissue, I press down until the muscles flinch; they react to my touch with hard, powerful spasms. My fingers glide easily further down with her natural wetness. 

I rub my cock against her sex behind her eliciting suppressed reaction in the form of Ana digging her fingernails into my arms. I know we’re both thinking the same thing: my wet cock tip entering into her. Pushing into her and stretching her wide for me. Spectacular sex begins in the mind: it’s not just a physical exchange, but a mutual conquest of mind and soul, so much so that I want to disappear inside my Ana. I thrust two fingers into her, and ease back out, gliding in her obliging wetness, finger fucking her with long precise thrusts with the rhythm of the live music. Ana tries to conceal her panting and follows the motions of my body with the music yet lost in the moment, pushing her hips against my fingers to make me hasten her pleasure. 

She groans a guttural sound. I don’t hear her with the loud music, but I feel the grumbling against my other hand and a half a smile curls up on my lips. I rotate my fingers inside because I want my wife to come wildly when a song we both chose sang to us. I find her pleasure spot, twist my finger so that my thumb can find and massage her clit as well. Soon enough, her inner muscles spasm wildly around my fingers, trying to pull them further in and a subsequent one follows from her clit. She sags against my body with a whimper. 

“Our night is just beginning,” I whisper as another song starts. 

“How right you are, Mr. Grey,” she looks at me satisfied and hungry both at the same time.

*****      *****

The concert takes several hours, and it takes a little more for the crowd to herd through the stadium as well as these exclusive quarters. Taylor hates driving through the madhouse with thousands of fan released from the stadium to go back to their homes drunk with the amazing concert and inebriated with the booze. But I think the booze wins. This is why we are waiting in the room until the madness subsides. Not waiting exactly. It’s a madhouse even in this private room where people may recognize who I am. Concert goers slowly file out. Only a few people remain but they still seem anxious to get to their cars to enjoy the rest of the night with the woman in their company.

“Taylor!” 

“We’re parked right behind the home plate, sir. I’m already on it!” This man knows what I demand before I say it. I hold Anastasia’s hand and follow Taylor right behind him when someone spots me, recognizing who I am and calls after me. 

“Mr. Grey? Christian Grey?” What stops me in my tracks in no so much hearing my name but the unmistakable menacing disdain in that male voice. It rubs me the wrong way so much; I’m on the offensive immediately. Both Taylor and Sawyer are alert, ready to attack.

The owner of the arrogant, baritone voice is wrapped around the waist of a scantily but expensively dressed blonde. His breath has the pricey scotch wafting, but he doesn’t look or act inebriated. He’s in his mid-forties, tall and by the looks of him, quite well to do. Though I don’t like being called out thusly and it pisses me off royally, I’ve been having a beautiful time with my wife; I can’t let someone to spoil it for either of us.

“Who wants to know?” I turn on my heels to face him. 

“I just wanted to see what a backstabbing bastard looks like.” His face is serious. Barely concealed anger mars his facial features. I try to recognize him, but I have no recollection of meeting this man. I’ve not had any business or personal dealings with him. Having almost an eidetic memory, I sort the names and the faces I have met over the years, but I can’t place this man anywhere. 

“I don’t believe I know you. But if I stabbed anyone for any reason, you can be sure that the other person for sure handed me the knife.” 

“That’s not what I heard,” he goads and the blonde fidgets next to him. Taylor steps in closer. Remaining people shuffle out of the room either too drunk or too consumed with their company to notice our exchange. 

“I’d like to put on my ‘I give a fuck’ face on, but I don’t have one, stranger.”

“Andrew, baby…” whispers the blonde to him, trying to diffuse his inexplicable attack. 

“If you’re smart, you’d listen to your woman,” I stare at him with an untouchable gaze feeling no guilt, or the slightest hint of shame in what he may have heard about me. I don’t make excuses for being me, and I don’t second guess my decisions.  

But now I am curious about this man, especially when my team is in the middle of an investigation to figure out the identity of the perp who has been goading me and my family. This just may be related. This man doesn’t seem to be missing any meals, or looking at the prices of his purchases. 

Taking three steps forward, he is about to come eye to eye with me. Taylor immediately gets between us, but I hold him back. Let’s see what the fucker’s problem is. 

“I don’t take orders from a woman.” His whisper is as loud as if he had shouted. My hand snakes out with the subtle speed of a cobra, and grip him by the neck. The shock at the ease in which I render him powerless is written all over his face. I still let him breathe, but barely.
“Andrew... Hmm. What’s this fucker’s last name?” I ask coldly to the blonde. 

“Easley,” she murmurs with wide eyes, going pale as a ghost. “Please!”

“Christian!” Ana sounds horrified. I see her from my peripheral vision approaching me and she raises her hand to hold my arm.

I lift my finger up to cut her off. “Someone needs to put the fear of god in him, and show him how he can respect his betters.” Her lips thin into a taut line, her eyebrows pull together, and the blue of her eyes grow darker. She’s mad. 

“Take my wife to the car, Taylor!” He’s unhappy with the developments. Taylor clearly doesn’t want to leave me alone with the perp whose name allegedly is Andrew Easley. But Sawyer is here. I need Taylor watching over my wife and take her to safety.  
  
“Sir?”

“Christian!” They both chime in with a flood of different emotions and concerns. Taylor has trepidations and Ana is pissed as usual. But, I’ve not time for either. 

“I’ll come out with Sawyer as soon as I’m done talking to Easley here.” My voice is low, firm, calm and in control. 

Ana tries to tug me by my left hand. 

“Taylor!” My voice is packed with an unmistakable order. 

“Mrs. Grey, please!” he pleads with her. Taking a step forward, he’s ready to grab her and take her out.

“Don’t! You! Dare!” Ana’s finger points to Taylor. 

“Mrs. Grey,” Taylor begs in a whisper. Sawyer is careful to watch the room empty out. The blonde looks at Ana with inebriated but semi-pleading eyes. 

“Is that what you…” Easley stumbles on his words, then his voice starts rasping, “do to those who stand up to you?” I press my finger just enough to silence his voice box, his hands are trying to unsuccessfully shove my vicious grip. 

“Christian, please!” Ana demands in her low whisper.

“Baby, I don’t want a corpse in my hand today.” Then I turn my perp and add, “Andrew, the more you struggle, the more my grasp will cut your air supply and hurt you. I suggest you stop struggling,” then I turn to my terrified wife. 

“Andrew and I will have a short chat here.” I sound as if we are old buddies shooting the breeze. Ana looks at me skeptically. “After all, it’s only fair that I hear him out since he made such an effort to be heard. Now, go to the car with Taylor!” 

Ana disobeys and Taylor is unsure what he should do in front of these two offenders. My hand is still at the fucker’s throat; I lift my head up and mouth my epithet to the ceiling. 

From the peripheral view of my line of sight, I see at the same time with Taylor that the blonde dipping her hand into her clutch. She then gets out her cell phone and lifts it up with the red record light solid.

“Fine, fuckers! This is sooo going on YouTube!” As both Taylor and Sawyer automatically react to the blonde’s words and actions, with an unexpected fervor, my wife, Anastasia Rose Grey slams the blonde bimbo’s back onto the same wall Andrew is nailed and grabs the smart phone from her, smashing it on the floor with the spiky heels of her Louboutins. She then jumps on it for good measure while five sets of surprised eyes watch her.

“Nobody threatens my husband but me, bitch!” Then she turns to me. “You’re not the only one interested in the MMAs.” My wife and trainer has been concealing this unexpected, yet ‘I-am-so-fucking-turned-on-with-this’ kind of a surprise. I’ll have to have a talk with Bastille about this. But I’m not displeased. In fact, the way she turned into a lioness is utterly bewitching. 

Black Magic Woman - Santana

“I just want to take my husband home on his birthday. You stay, I stay. You go, I go. I belong with you, remember?” The determination laced with her concern makes it difficult for me to swallow the knot formed in my throat. 

A silent conversation passes through between me and Taylor. He takes out his phone and takes a picture of both the perp and the blonde with him. 

“Identification!” he orders. Blonde takes out hers with shaky hands and hands it to Taylor who then takes a picture of it and without bothering to ask the struggling bastard under my hand, he searches him efficiently and also takes a picture of his identification as well as his business card. Taylor flashes the card to me with a single slightly raised eyebrow. The fucker is in paper manufacturing business. Wordlessly, Taylor tucks away the card in his pocket. His well restrained anger is reflects mine with flared nostrils. 

When I take my hand away, the distinct red impressions of my fingers are evident on his neck, right under his jawline. Having been a Dom for years, you learn to hurt with or without leaving marks. They’ll disappear before we leave the parking lot. But not the pain, nor his wounded pride and masculinity. 

He tries to recover his ego and shouts with raspy voice, goading me into a showdown. “It’s easy to fight behind your men!” I turn around, coming toe to toe and invade his personal space; he’s forced to take a step back. Yet I take another step towards him. Our faces are only a breath away. My voice is even with an undertone of an unmistakable threat. It comes out in a menacing whisper.

 “When I fight, I always lead. But if you fuck with me, I will bring hell so far up your ass that you’ll wish you never called out to me at all!” Fear makes him swallow hard. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He finally blinks as if he just broke a spell I casted upon him. A host of horrified emotions cross his face.

“Do you really want to make an enemy out of a man like me who never forgets an enemy?” His eyes finally stray away from me.

As I turn around to leave, he finds his tongue.

“You took out the biggest timber provider and dismantled it to satisfy your enormous ego, making the manufacturers to scramble and locate others. Prices jumped twice as much and the profit margins got tinier until they diminished. Most of us lost millions of dollars. Smaller manufacturers closed down, all thanks to you!”

“That should be lesson learned then. Don’t fuck with me!”

When I take Ana’s hand, I can feel her muscles getting rigid and I feel Easley’s penetrating gaze on me as we leave.

“Maybe not me, but someone will…” I don’t know if he said that or I imagined it. An uneasy feeling settles in our group of four. I have an urge to beat the shit out of him. But I can’t revert back to my impulses. I need to retain control.  

“Mr. Grey, Sawyer is going to take you to the car. I need three minutes,” Taylor murmurs. 

“Too public,” I whisper, one eyebrow arched. 

“Not for what I need to do.”

“Three minutes and not one minute more.” He turns on his heels and immediately departs as Ana looks at me questioning. Her eyes follow Taylor, worried.

“Let’s go baby.”

“Where’s Taylor going?”

“Small errand.” Ana falls silent. Not the good kind of silent, but when she’s contemplating of doing something silent. 

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing,” I say turning her to me as I hold both her shoulders, “don’t.” 

“Christian, a stranger just accused you of something and you choked him!”

“Baby, if I wanted to choke him, I’d choke him. I wasn’t even holding him hard enough to constrict his airway.” 

“I could see that he was terrified of you! I was worried that if I felt, you might hurt him badly…” It’s not her words but her demeanor, what she doesn’t say that worries me. The incident is finally getting to her. She’s shaking. 

“Were you terrified of me?” She doesn’t answer. But she doesn’t need to. Her entire body is tense.

“Are you still?”

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Before she can answer, Taylor catches up to us. I hold my wife’s hand tight and we walk to the SUV. Taylor opens the door and I let Anastasia get into the vehicle and follow her into the car. When the SUV starts moving, I turn to her. 

“Ana?”

“I’m worried that you still have your old proclivities. Maybe you have the need to hurt someone. Maybe because you don’t release that build up pressure on that side of you, the tension builds up and I’m worried that you may just blow up in a harmful way.” I can see her old insecurities creeping up. Her eyes are wide and she’s trembling. I’m taken aback with her statement. I’m wordless. Is that what I’m projecting? Am I too stressed with this perp on the loose lately?

“Do you want to inflict pain to someone?” she asks with a quivering voice.

I don’t take my eyes away from her. I don’t blink for a long moment. I’m scared that if I close my eyes, she’ll disappear. One side of me wants to tell my wife what I think, the other wants to remain reticent. But I have to say something to her put her worries to rest. I exhale the breath I’ve been holding and speak after taking in another deep breath.

“I’m very fluent in a universal language: Pain. It took me years to master the art of inflicting pain and not cause harm. I wasn’t causing him any harm. He attacked me publicly. Remember?” She shakes her head and moves on with her questioning. 

“I saw it in your eyes. Tell me, did you really want to hurt him?”

I don’t lower my head or turn away from her. I look in her eyes without blinking.

“Yes,” I whisper firmly. Decidedly. “I wanted to hurt him. Badly. But I didn’t. Not more than I had to just to keep him in check.” In fact, I had to restrain myself because Ana just wouldn’t leave. But then I didn’t want to force her more, because I didn’t know what, if anything was waiting for her outside in such a crowded place, or whether this was just a distraction to get our group separated by this couple.

“Why?” The single word reflects the many thoughts crossing her mind. Her fidgeting, wringing hands, wide eyes, and her rapid breathing are telltale signs of the storms brewing in her mind.

“When it comes to you and our son, I’m protecting what is mine,” I say looking deep into her eyes, “nothing will stop me. I’d do anything to protect you and Teddy. No negotiating.”
Then I remember how she reacted to the blonde bimbo. My lips curl up in the semblance of a smile. “I don’t think you’re much different than I am. You were almost punishing the blonde, like a warrior,” I say with a wicked grin, remembering how she jumped on the smart phone, breaking it.

“Well,” she says in a measured tone, “it goes without saying that, I too protect what’s mine. And you’re my husband. Anyone who wishes to harm you, they’d find me before them.”

“I really appreciate your effort,” I say. This is something I wouldn’t have done before and it would be punishment worthy with anyone else. Because she’d be putting herself directly in harm’s way. This was Taylor and Sawyer’s job. Not Ana’s. But, I’ll deal with them later. Ana however, opted to act out of instinct. I’m currently not quite sure whether I’m more turned on because of it, or pissed off. Maybe equal parts. 

“You think, your wife helping you was just an effort?” She whips her hand away from me. “You qualify it as an effort?” She’s fucking pissed.

“Ana!” my voice is calm, like confronting a wild animal. “I have many rivals who may or may not be enemies. All men in my place of position of power do.” 

“Christian, this isn’t Seattle. This is San Francisco. Taylor and I managed to keep this secret from you to surprise you. Supposedly, no one would know that we are here. I’m a little freaked out. If that man knew we were coming here, how did he know it? If it was a random thing, how many enemies do you have? I’m going to worry every time you go out that someone is out there to get you.” Her voice cracks in the end.

I unbuckle her seat-belt and pull her onto my lap. 

“Baby, all these fears are unfounded.” I have a big suspicion that everything that has been happening lately are all tied up. 

“I don’t think so,” she shakes her head adamantly, fear and worry lacing her voice.

“This one can’t be tied up. I got the ticket at the last minute. In fact, it was all in Taylor’s name. I mean we took all the necessary precautions you would expect us to take,” she says nodding towards Taylor who must have been very insistent. I need to speak to Taylor to see what he found out. The ride to the hotel is silent with thoughts screaming in my head in full speed, like ten different radio stations blasting at the same time. I hold onto Ana tighter as if someone will snatch her from me. I feel her finally relax in my arms since we left the building. She runs her hand through my hair gently rubbing to soothe me, but nothing short of catching the perpetrator and the one or ones behind him would diffuse the uneasiness sitting heavy in my gut. 

“We should call mom to see if Teddy is doing well,” I murmur absently. 

“It’s nearly 2 a.m. I’ll text Mia. He should be asleep by now,” she turns to grab her clutch and gets her Blackberry out. Her fingers quickly run over the virtual keys and before I say something else, she’s sent her message. 

“Your mom and Mia wanted to keep him tonight so we’d have some time alone.”

“I won’t get to say goodnight to him?” The disappointment and the slight pang that tells me that I miss my son in my voice both surprises and relieves me. 

“Christian, you know he’s sleeping and if he wakes up seeing you, he’ll never want to go back to sleep.” Soon Mia’s text dings on Ana’s phone.

*All is well here. Little Prince was a perfect little angel & sleeping like we should all be doing. Who said babies were hard must be lying.*

I roll my eyes at my sister’s message. Ana smiles for the first time since we left the concert. 

“Say something comforting to me,” Ana whispers suddenly holding me tight. I hold her back tighter.

“I want your tone to comfort me; In fact, I don’t want to know what you are saying. Just… Comfort me with soothing words.”

She puts her head at the crook of my neck and I turn to kiss her slightly. 

Tu es à moi. Tu es à moi…” I whisper softly and she shudders in my arms. My fingers run on her back. ‘You are mine. You are mine…’ I repeat my words softly until she feels what I'm trying to convey over her entire body. When I stop, her fingers trace my face.

“Say it again,” she murmurs.

Tu es à moi et je suis à toi. J'ai toujours été à toi. Toujours. Toujours. Toujours” You are mine and I’m yours. I have always been yours. Always. Always. Always… I whisper this over and over again into her ear until each and every muscle on her body relaxes. I need to feel that what is mine is safe and she feels it in every fiber of her being. A world where my wife and child unsafe is terrifying. It’s a vulnerable place. I don’t do vulnerable. When the SUV pulls into the underground parking lot, Ana’s eyes finally close, exhausted. When Taylor opens the door for us, I pull Ana to myself. 

“I can walk Christian,” she mutters half asleep. Taylor and I lock eyes briefly and he nods once to answer my unspoken question. The elevator ride to our level isn’t long and I open the door to our suite. I take my wife and walk her into our bedroom. 

“Christian, I wanted this whole night to be special,” she starts now fully awake. 

“Oh, baby, don’t you worry about that. It will be a very special night. I need to give instructions to Taylor and I’ll be right back, okay?” I remind her. 

She rolls her eyes and waves me off as she enters into the bathroom with her small bag in her tow. 

“I need you sleeping, or at least in bed by the time I get back.”

“Just go please!” is her muffled, yawning response.

Taylor is waiting for me in the living room.

“Well?” I probe with my arms crossed.

“I checked their tickets,” he says shuffling the images on his phone. He lifts up the ticket stubs. 

“Is that supposed to mean something?” I raise an impatient eyebrow.

“The date of purchase shows several weeks ago. Mrs. Grey and I purchased the ticket to the concert only recently. Unless she has spoken to someone else about her intent to buy ticket, they would have never known who was buying another ticket. Besides, it may not have been in the same room.”

“There’s another possibility,” I elaborate. “What if they exchanged it with someone who had tickets in the same area as we were?”

“Plausible but improbable Mr. Grey.”

“Explain!” 

“The man is in paper business, and on the way to the hotel I had Sawyer do a small search online. Guess who his timber supplier was?”

“Lincoln?” I say taken aback.

“Yes, sir! He must have gotten a good deal or had long business relationship with Mr. Lincoln’s company. Apparently, Andrew Easley’s company lost several million dollars in revenues and lost some contracts. It didn’t make the front pages of course.” 

“Call Welch and have him dig deeper.” 

“Already done, sir. Sawyer sent him a text message. I’ll be talking to him as soon as we’re done here. The man doesn’t pose an immediate threat.”

“You’re absolutely sure?”

“I’m fairly certain.” I take a deep breath and pace. Then I turn to face Taylor.

“I want full report of your findings about this fucker and his relationship with Lincoln or Lincoln Timber. If any other fuckers are out there like that bastard, I need to know that.”

“Yes, sir.” 

All worries have to be set aside for tonight. I just want to get lost in my wife. All night, until both our devils are exorcised.  

28 comments:

Thais Meire Pires Rocha said...

Amo sua escrita, muito muito obrigado.

Anonymous said...

OMG, SO HAPPYYYY ��

MCRA Gestão de Projetos e Negócio Social said...


that experienced love, how many enemies , how many fights will have to face so they can be happy? How much we will have to suffer, but I just want to read more kkkk , especially now with the recordings of returning movies ... I love stories , I love this couple, I suffer more with his book than the book EL James . kkk congratulations, I was homesick this couple, this history and emotion at the time of good coffee ... not disappear please

MKC said...

As always, you don't disappoint! Thank you for your talent, and your time. Can't wait for the next installment.

Rosangela Maria Cabral Corvalan said...
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Pamella said...

Capítulo perfeito emine! Obrigada por nos presentear com este maravilhoso capítulo! Estava com saudades dessa linda história!
E o segundo livro do alex pella, quando sai? Adorei o livro e estou ansiosa para a continuação! Bjim

Anonymous said...

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa como assim?? e a continuação em Português? vou chorarrr... POSTA POSTA POSTA pleaseeee

reinee raman said...

Oh Thank you,Thank you,thank you,Thank you,Thank you,thank you,Thank you,Thank you,thank you,Thank you,Thank you,thank you,Thank you,Thank you,thank you so much for update.. Looking forward for another update

Elaine Silva said...

Capítulos novinhooooooooooooooooos, ai que saudades que eu estava, Emine sua escrita é simplesmente perfeita, muito obrigada por esses momentos de puro prazer literário, essa história me transporta pra esse cenário, eu consigo vivenciar, é maravilho, obrigada, obrigada, obrigada!!!!

Nicoletta Cuppone said...

Thanks Eminem .... I was waiting for it! I could not resist ... I read it when I'm working! Love

Rosangela Maria Cabral Corvalan said...

Another enemy, when this family will have peace of mind?
Ana surprising everyone, strong woman and protect what is hers.

Thank you for another beautiful chapter.

katerina Bunny said...

OMG!!! I'm so happy!!! Thank you so much! Worth every minute, day, week, month, of waiting when it comes to your writing.
Katerina from Greece

Christina Rackovan said...

Yes...Thank You E for your time and wonderful writing Ignore those other nasty comments.

Karina Furtado said...

Adorei !!!! Como sempre...rsrs
Ansiosa pela continuação de Ecos na Eternidade.
Beijos !!

Cacau Monteiro said...

Emine capítulo Maravilhoso, como sempre é xum.prazerclerca sua história eu amo seu Christian e a,sua Ana, estávamos morrendo de saudades suas, bem vinda

Larissa Inacio said...

Aguardando ansiosamente a tradução .....

Anonymous said...

Welcome back sweetie. Best wishes & 'white light' that your Mum is doing well. I have deliberately not checked for an update the last couple of weeks and when I gave in WHAM there it was!! And it is amazing as always. I hope we greedy '50 shaders' are going to be spoiled again with regular updates - not sure if I can last. I have been topping up with some FF but it's not the same as your (our) story. love and free time to you. xxxkath

Mónica Alexandra Martins Alves Pernadas said...

olá Emine bem vinda de volta,como adoro esta história,temos um vilão novo para atrapalhar mas vai correr tudo bem tenho a certeza,obrigado pelo excelente trabalho.beijocas grandes.
vou esperar ansiosa pela tradução

Ira Nathalie Luna said...

This is a true meaning of "worth the wait". You never disappoint! I hope everything is going well with you right now. Thank you and God bless your amazing writing skills!

maridaustria said...

saudades de Anastasia e Grey... Emine é a melhor para narrar a história dos dois... falta só o próximo livro do sr. Pella que é um sonho...

LC said...

Wonderful! Thank you for updating xx

Melanie said...

Thanks for updating

Claudia Novais said...

Onde tem traduzido? Por favor....

Hannah Escanan said...

Thank you for really taking your time on making this beautiful pov... Godbless!

Cassia sandes said...

Thank you...thank you...thank you...
I love it as Always!!!!!
You are great!!!!!
We love you very much Emine

Anonymous said...

I find this Christian's character unsettling at times. Ana couldn't even surprise him without him trying to upstage her. He is the same man he was from the very beginning. The joy FSOG is watching him develop as a man a husband and father. This Christian hasn't and it's quite sad and troubling.

Joan Goldman said...

Thank you for sharing this amazing story! Just what they need is another threat! I thought it was great that Ana just jumped right in! :)

Anonymous said...

Finely got back to reading this blog. It was very exciting. Ana did a little ass kicking. About time.