This blog is a tribute to the characters of the 50 Shades Trilogy & EL James for creating them. I'm writing Christian's POV for all of your enjoyment. A snack between meals: Sinful and tasty. Enjoy! Let’s talk of Greys. ❦ ♡ ❧
Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I.
We had no ending, no said goodbye;
For all my life, I'll wonder why.
“Talk to me,” I order Welch as
soon as I enter into Taylor’s suite without any greeting or preamble. He nods
all the greeting and agreement to his single nod.
“The perp had been handed over to
the government agency after Lincoln’s fate had been sealed,” he begins.
“What will do they do with the
perp? Do we have a name?”
“A couple of picture, and an
alias, but it’s best if you don’t know,” he states.
“I need to know.”
“Once you see it, you will enter
the top-secret territory,” he retorts.
“Someone attacking my family can’t
be in any sort of secret territory!”
He exhales deeply.
“In that case,” he says producing
a couple of eight by eleven pictures.
I examine the first picture. The
top only contains numbers and in place of an alias, it states, John Doe. “This
man is dead!” I say after looking at the first picture. I sound for the lack of
better expression… stupid.
“So it seems,” Welch sounds just
“What happened?” I sounder calmer even though anger is brewing inside me.
“We weren’t given explanations,
but I think the asset became a bigger burden than use for them. Unofficially,
we were told that he had taken a number of contract killings for various
dangerous individuals. That exposes an agency which isn’t supposed to exist.
That part is not our problem. We aren’t given a name for obvious reasons. The less
“Just like that?" I quiz.
"It's not like they can have a military tribunal for an asset of an agency that isn't supposed to exist," he replies.
"So,” I interrupt, “how do we
know that this is the man? Or better yet, how do I get to be sure that he’s
“Check the next picture. He was
very much alive when we handed him over after Lincoln has been remanded into
the federal custody. We’re following that very closely.” He explains.
I check the next picture. He is
indeed alive but bruised up in that picture.
“So, this is the fucker who
kidnapped my son?” I ask.
“And he’s dead?”
“Pella’s inside man verified it.
Dead as a doornail,” Welch concludes.
“What does all this mean?” I ask
to make sense of all of this.
“It means, Lincoln will not see
the daylight in any foreseeable future and neither will he know that it’s you
who turned in the state’s evidence. As far as he knows, the former board
members he screwed over had turned in all the evidence. That’s part one. Part
two of the problem is the man he hired has been put to death for his
high-profile contract killing activities. You are free of these two major
problems. You can sleep easy now.”
Unforgiven - Metallica
Sleep easy? I have not slept easy
for some time, and it will be that way for a while longer. I need to be sure
that Linc didn’t assign anyone else, or that he has no way of getting out or
getting someone else in his payroll. I convey those concerns to Welch.
“We’re already looking into it
sir, but it is very unlikely that he has anyone else assigned since Feds got a
hold of his stashed cash. He won’t be getting his hands into that and
penniless, he has more to worry about his own well-being in a Maximum-Security Prison
than his former enemies.” I nod thoughtfully.
“I still need information about
him even when he is locked. I want eyes and ears on him. Is that all?” I ask.
“No, there is one more thing…”
Welch says and I tense up. Taylor frowns. What’s going on?
“Well?” I ask impatiently.
“We received a request from Mrs.
Grey last week,” he says while Taylor continues to frown. “I have received the
results of her request before I give them to her.”
This is the part where I normally
be very inquisitive and want to know just exactly what my wife is up to. But,
Taylor’s forbidding frown towards Welch tells me that it’s one of those
birthday surprise kinds of secrets.
“Wait…” I say holding my hand to
him. Then I turn to Taylor.
“Is this something that’s going
to jeopardize her safety?” I ask.
“No, sir. Not one bit.”
“How about the Teddy? Mine or
anyone in the family?”
“It won’t cause any safety
“Soooo, is there a possibility
that she’d let me know what that is after she talks to you, Welch?” I ask Welch
with my arms crossed. I am trying to give the freedom my wife is craving
without jeopardizing all our safety. That’s something that would be impossible
for me to do.
“I believe so, sir. I don’t know
if she’d let you know about it today, or even here in San Francisco, but, uhm…”
I hold my hand up again to interrupt him.
“Will you be talking to my wife,
or will you convey the information to her informant?” I say suppressing a
smile. Taylor goes crimson.
“I believe I am the informant,
sir, so, I will convey the information to her,” Welch answers without even
giving Taylor a sideways glance.
“Okay. Is there anything else?” I ask.
“That’s all, sir. I’ll see you in
Seattle,” he replies. I nod and shake his hand and leave Taylor with his arm
crossed facing Welch back in his suite.
Take me to Church - Sofia Karlberg
“Well?” Ana questions me as soon
as I get back to our suite.
“Well what?” I ask a little too
“Whenever my husband answers a
question with a question, I think there’s something to be concealed.”
“I had my daily briefing with
Taylor and Welch is in town,” I say fishing.
“If he had to come all the way
here, what did he want? Was it about Teddy’s kidnapping?” she asks genuinely
interested. How should I go about this? I don’t want to worry her. But, I don’t
want her to feel I’m leaving her out of the loop when it comes to our son.
“Yes, it was,” I answer
“What did he have to say?” she
asks visibly worried.
“He finally confirmed that the
perp was indeed killed,” I tell her without disclosing how or where he was
“What? Will they charge Melissa?
We can’t let them charge Melissa with murder or even manslaughter! She was just
doing her job!” she says anxiously and she’s immediately in my arms.
“Relax baby,” I soothe her, “just
relax. They can’t do anything to Melissa. There are witnesses from hospital,
the cops who were on the scene, to the government officials not to mention my
own security detail... They can all testify that she was only doing her job,
like a cop would.” For once, I’m not sorry for having my security detail pack
“Ana, you’re shaking! God!
Please, baby, don’t cry,” I soothe her as soon as she starts sobbing.
“I think the whole thing is just
coming crashing down on me. I’m relieved…” she mutters between sobs. “I mean
I’m not relieved that a man is dead, but I am relieved that he won’t be after
our baby, after you, Christian! I couldn’t live if anything happened to either
one of you!” she buries her head into my chest with warm tears.
“Forget about him, baby. We’re
here, celebrating my birthday, spending time together, actually together first
time in a month, although I love the little boob thief to death,” I
groan. This elicits a teary laughter from Ana.
“What did you call our baby?”
asks among teary giggles.
“Boob thief among other things.”
“Why?” she says laughing.
“For one thing, he seems a little
drunk on breast milk, and he won’t quiet down till he clutches one or both of
your gorgeous tits.”
“Oh, I miss him,” she sighs with
a genuine smile.
“We’ll go get him now,” I say
taking her hand. I hear her phone ringing from the master suite. She frowns.
“Let me see who that is,” she
murmurs and releasing my hand, walks to the bedroom rapidly.
“Hello?” I hear her answer her
“Oh, hi!” She says somberly, then
pauses, “really? I haven’t checked it. I won’t have time to check it till I get
back home. Could you just give me the gist of it?” Then she falls silent.
“Uh huh!” Pause. “What about the…
uh, you know…”
“Possible? Feasible?” Then her
voice is excited. “I’d like a name put on it instead of a number.” Pause. “On…
that, yeah. Just a first name.” Pause.
“Yes, and that too.” Then she
lowers her voice.
“Yes, please. Inform him and then
send me the details. Thanks.”
Then she walks out of the bedroom
with her purse.
“Is everything okay?” I ask
searching her face.
“Yes, all is well.” She nods.
“Who was it?” I quiz further.
Will she lie to me?
“It’s impertinent right now.” She
evades. Now I’m curious. What is she hiding? Should I ask Welch? Question
Taylor? I should trust her. It’s taking all my willpower to do so. Not the
trust part, but, secrets. I know it’s not something that would jeopardize her
safety. But, why would she need Welch’s help if it was something like this trip
to be arranged? What is she searching? What is she planning?
“Ana, you’re worrying me. Who was
it on the phone?” I probe again. Was it really Welch, or someone else?
“Christian, you needn’t worry. I
am researching something and I received information on that topic.”
“If it’s just a topic, maybe you
wouldn’t mind sharing. Is it about SIP?”
“You won’t let this go, will
you?” She rolls her eyes.
“Mrs. Grey, I’m not happy with
your tone. Are you pulling a Christian Grey on me?”
“Will you please give me time
until we get back home? Then I will let you know. We’re leaving today anyway.
Give me time till tomorrow,” she pleads.
I sigh. “Okay, tomorrow, and not
a minute later.
She notices my fallen face. I
don’t like her keeping secrets from me. It makes me very anxious.
She sighs and gives me a
reassuring hug. I feel like a role reversal. I also want to know why Taylor is
going along with this. How did she twist his arm?
“Let’s go get our little boob thief,”
I smile at her, tugging her hand.
The flight back to Seattle is
actually fun and relaxing after having been away from town for a couple of
days. Teddy is actually tired of going hand to hand and fusses.
“Let me hold my boy!” I say to
Mia who has been hogging him from everyone else.
“I can soothe him Christian!” she
“I think he needs a diaper
change. If you could…” I say.
“Here’s your baby!” she hands him
Teddy’s second favorite spot
right after snuggling with Ana breasts is lying on my chest. Elliot watches me
as I hold him attentively.
“Don’t get ideas just yet!” Kate
“There’s something special about
a baby,” he says looking at Teddy. “Until they pee and poop. Not to mention
they put a damper on your sex life. Poor Christian looked wound tighter than a
“Elliot!” Both mom and Kate
“I don’t mean now. I meant a few
days ago,” he grins. “He now looks like he had been to the promised land last
night,” he laughs. Ana rolls her eyes.
“Hey, don’t blame me, you’re the
one who had a baby,” he goes on.
“Elliot, Christian doesn’t just
visit the promised land,” Ana chides him.
“No. He owns the deed.” She
wriggles her fingers showing off her wedding ring. “I am his. He can have it
all,” she smiles sweetly.
“When do you go back to work,
Ana?” my mom asks to change the topic.
“Uh, I might next month,” she
says looking at me. We haven’t discussed her going back to work yet. With the
baby and her full-time work, when will she have any time for me?
“Why haven’t you told me that?” I
whisper to her ear.
“What are you whispering about?”
Elliot quizzes. Damn, he’s as nosy as his wife! No wonder why they get along.
“Is it possibly that the house you own the deed for isn’t available much?”
What’s eating up my damn brother?
“That’s enough Elliot!” my dad
looks at him sharply. For once, Elliot looks chagrined.
“I’m sorry bro. I overstepped. I
was just teasing you like I always do.” He sighs and adds, “I’m an ass.” To
which everyone laughs.
“Yes, you are. But you are our
ass.” I say, patting my sleeping baby’s back.
“Give me the baby!” he says
extending his hands to receive Teddy. “I tell you, he is pretty tempting but
I’m not giving up on sex just yet to have one! I’ll just hold him instead,” he
grins again. I shake my head and pass my sleeping son to Elliot.
“Agh! I wish you weren’t this
cute and temping!” Teddy coos and all the girls sigh.
“He is a real chick magnet!”
“Just like his daddy!” Ana says
kissing me chastely.
home Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey! Well, hello Teddy!” Mrs. Taylor gushes.
was your trip?” she asks as she takes Teddy in her arms. “You’ve grown in just
a couple of days, haven’t you, young man?” she coos him.
I’ll have to check in with the office, then I’ll join you in our room.”
as I walk to the office, I see Ana summon Taylor to talk to her. What is she
really up to? Should I be worried? As I turn the corner to my home office, I
see Mrs. Taylor leaving with Teddy and Ana talking to Taylor. Somehow, whatever
it is, they all know.
curious, and trying to be patient in giving Ana the time she needs before she
talks to me about whatever that is she’s keeping, I dial my assistant.
Enterprises Incorporated. Andrea is speaking, how may I help you?”
here. Are there any important messages?”
afternoon, Mr. Grey. Nice to have you back. I have some documents to be signed
regarding the shipyard…” she begins.
go through the mail on my desk. One large manila envelope catches my eye. On
it, in bold letters, it has “MRS. GREY”. Why is it on my desk? Should I open
it? Is it related to this thing she’s researching with Welch? Or is it
something else? What if it is something else?
gets the better of me and I open it. At first glance I notice that it has
pictures from the kidnapping of our son. The picture angle is bad, it’s
amateurish shots from a distance as if they’ve been taken in a hurry, or still
images captured from a video or like someone took it with a cell phone. After
carefully examining the first image, I see myself in the picture. I spread the
contents on the table and I can clearly see that I’m in the first three images.
Seeing them again, makes me
relieve the moment, that terrible day. My breathing increases and I find my
hands fisting. I try to calm myself down. Teddy is safe. The perp is dead. Linc is
locked up. I repeat the mantra in my head over and over again. Once I
feel the calm wash over me, I pour myself over the pictures once more. The only
thing that’s clear in the three images is the devastation on my face. The
helplessness. I remember the moment, not because I’ve seen my face in that way,
but because I remember the feeling it left on me. I remember my location,
memorized my surroundings, my stance, my restlessness, and the utter,
unbearable despair. The people, my security detail around are hazy, but I
remember how anxious they were as well. I
remember how fiercely I wanted to run to get him. I remember the fucker’s treat
to kill him. In an instant, I was ready to give my life for my child I held
just for moments. I pull the other picture and see that I’m running towards my
son. Taylor was on auto pilot, calculating every risk. “Head on collision will
stop him but provide the least amount of injury to the passengers,” he said,
leaving out the part the passenger was my newborn baby. The fucker threatened
him right then. I take another deep breath and close my eyes before I look at
the other picture.
Third image shows the absolute
relief on my face after getting Teddy alive: I’ve not seen my face in that form
at all. Teddy was so hungry; he was willing to suck my finger. There’s nothing
incriminating towards any of my security staff. Behind the three images, there’s
a paper with the sharp lines of man’s handwriting.
Here is the name and
location of the grave. It is in the Canton Cemetery in the city of Detroit. You
were right: Records indicate that there were no flowers, no sermons and no mourners.
Her body was unclaimed and buried in sort of a potter’s field. Four bodies are
buried together because it was cheaper. We managed to put a simple stone on
hers with only her first name on it as you requested and it is placed next to
the number that was assigned by the Wayne County.
We’ve made sure that
there was a pastor who performed the last rites however late, also performed a
sermon reading 1 Corinthians 13 from the Bible. A homeless shelter was provided
food in her name, and a donation has been made to a shelter protecting women
and children from domestic violence, also in her name. Attached: pictures and
receipts confirming what had been done.
I take a very deep breath. My
hands shake as if burnt. This is what Ana was hiding from me! Detroit, Wayne
County, Canton Cemetery. I exhale a shaky breath and take a look at the next
picture. A simple headstone with no adornments. It simply says:
Christian’s Loving Mommy
Finally, at Peace
No date of birth. No date of
death. As if it had just happened. Like an unfinished story. There are fresh
flowers placed on the grave. White and pink in color. There’s also a little toy
car. So much like the one I’ve had when I was a little boy. Except this one is
brand new. I briefly look at the pictures of the cemetery, the homeless shelter
and the women and children’s shelter. The final picture just nails me in my
seat. It’s a blown-up picture of a young woman holding an infant, looking at
him almost the same way I was looking at Teddy. I pull that picture with Teddy
in my arms, clearly showing the relief on my face but also exuding pure love.
The same look is on the young woman. She looks so very young. I turn it over
and the hand-written note makes my heart skip a beat.
Ella and baby
My one and only
My eyes haze and I quickly look
away from the picture. The only picture I’ve had of her was that tiny passport
size picture I left at my parents’ house. Why did Ana work to uncover this
information? There’s a knock at my door and without expecting my response, Ana
walks into my office. She looks cautious.
“Is everything okay? You’ve been
locked in here for hours,” she says.
“Has it been hours?” I ask. It
felt like only minutes.
“At least two hours,” she says. She
walks over to me, and her gaze runs on the items spread on my desk. She’s not
shocked or surprised to see the contents there.
“Have you seen them before?” I
ask without bothering to pretend the envelope came to my desk by mistake. She
meant it to reach me for a reason.
“I had not seen them before. I
wasn’t sure if I could handle seeing you so…” she’s lost for words. “…so
desperate,” she whispers.
“I remembered how grief-stricken
and despaired I was. Even a month after, knowing that this had already
happened, that Teddy was safe…. You were safe… We all were… I was still
inconsolable. I couldn’t fathom how you felt having lived it. Alone. Just to
shield me. I lived with this for a month. It ate me away,” she says as her
trembling fingers caress my face.
Then she takes the three pictures
in her hand for the first time. She tries to keep her face expressionless. But
when she sees the desperation in my face, her tears run down her cheeks in a
steady stream. I pull her into my embrace. She places the pictures back on my
desk and just hugs me tight. We hold each other like this for a long time. Then
“I think you have something to
tell me today,” I start, pulling her back and looking at her.
“Yes. Just as I promised.”
“I see that you found the crack
whore’s grave. Why?”
“Christian, I don’t want you to
call her that again. Please…” she begs.
“Why?” I grunt. “That’s exactly
what she was. A crack addict and a whore.”
“What she was, Christian, was a
mom. A desperate woman everyone abandoned. A woman who was willing to do
anything to take care of her child. Was she bad at it?” she asks rhetorically
and then answers her own question. “Yes, very bad. But she still loved you.”
“How do you know, Ana? How do you
know she loved me? How do you know she even wanted me?” I ask fervently. There’s
no way a crack whore who may have gotten pregnant by one of her johns could
have wanted me or loved me.
“You talk as if love is something
that is acquired at will. It’s not. Do you remember how angry you were at me when
you found out I was pregnant? I didn’t plan on getting pregnant, having a baby
so early in life. I too had plans of a career. I too wanted to spend more time
with you… just you and me. You were furious. Even though you knew it was our
child. You thought, with all the money you to make this process easy, all the
freedom you had, you still thought a baby would trap you. Take your freedoms
away. Take me… away. From you,” she says all too right about my feelings at the
I fought with them. In fact,
until Teddy was born, until Ana had gone through that terrible ordeal during
her labor, I wasn’t completely sure that I was equipped to deal with
fatherhood. How could I be good at something when I had been born to a crack whore?
Even being in love was a foreign feeling, being loved in return was completely
“You changed me,” I say simply. “You
made me feel love when everyone else had failed. My parents tried hard all
their lives. I was colder than a meat locker in receiving that warm feeling.
“That’s exactly where you were
wrong, Christian!” She says fervently. “We don’t love because there is something
to be deserved, we love because it’s freely given. It’s like air around you. We
don’t question its presence. It’s not a matter of whether we deserve it,
although you deserve it more than anyone.”
“I’m beginning to see that. Old
habits are hard to break.”
“I want to ask you something,” she says
picking up the pictures spread around my desk. She examines them carefully,
sniffles, but composes herself again. She looks like a woman on an important
mission. Something she is determined to fulfill.
“Go ahead, ask me…” I probe
She separates the picture of me
holding my son with relief and pure love written all over my face and the
picture of the crack whore holding me as a baby.
“I want you to look at these two
pictures. Tell me the similarities. What does this picture…” she says tapping
her finger on the crack whore’s face, “what does it make you feel?” she asks.
“The crack whore…” I begin.
“Stop!” Ana orders.
“I hope…” she takes a deep
breath, “I hope that my son whom I love more than life itself will never call
me by such a derogatory term.”
“I wouldn’t let him!” I say
fervently. “You are far removed from her!” but I can’t bring the disgust to my
word. I don’t feel it.
“Christian. You have to forgive
her. Please. Look, I’m young. I’m willing to be a good mom. We have the resources.
But I will make lots of mistakes. Yes, our son will want nothing, will not need
anything from anyone, so unlike Elle...” she sighs.
“You are a very strong man. And I
will make sure that you are a good dad in your full potential. But you and I
will both make mistakes as he grows older. Some mistakes he may not like. Some
mistakes he may not even forgive us for. I hope to not make those types of mistakes,
but if I ever do, I would rather he forgives me than he berates me to his
“What do you want me to do?” I
ask bewildered. “That’s all I’ve known about her. The crack whore who let me
“That was something she couldn’t
live with. Poor thing couldn’t even protect herself. She had a very hard life. It’s
not an excuse, I know. But that was a life we wouldn’t wish on anyone. I can’t
have you call her ‘a crack whore’
even if that’s what she was! She gave birth to you. She could have had an
abortion and I’m so grateful that she had you! There would be no Christian and Ana, without Ella. She
made us possible. Demeaning her, demeans you, me, our baby. I can’t have that. Please
She’s right of course. I take a
deep breath and exhale my anxiety.
“Look…” she points Ella’s picture
as she’s holding me. There is joy and love in her face.
“Look and tell me that this was a
mother who didn’t love her baby? It’s impossible, unnatural to not to love your
child. It’s automatic.” Then she taps her finger on my picture once again.
“Can you tell me that you weren’t
feeling love for your less than a day-old son? He was brand new. You hardly
ever held her. Can you say that you loved him less, or you only tried to save
him because it would upset me? Wasn’t there a side of you that said, ‘I need to
get my baby back, because he’s my son’?”
“Yes, damn it! Yes! I completely,
absolutely and irrevocably love my baby! I’m in love with that little bobby
thief!” I exclaim.
“Could you then give that much
credit to Ella who had the privilege of carrying you for nine months, had to
endure a labor with you and cared for you however poorly till you were four? I
know she did a terrible job in taking care of you, but that was her best under
the circumstances she was under. The look she has on her face looking at you is
almost identical you have on yours looking at our son. Can you doubt that this
is anything but love?”
“If anyone can convince me of
that, it’d be you, baby,” I say.
“I don’t want to convince of
something you don’t believe in your heart. I want you to take a look at it, and
convince yourself, and forgive her. Because it will most of the wounds in your
heart. It’ll make it a place where you can carry love for us,” she pleads.
“I already love both of you
beyond any measure Ana. I hate to admit it, but I have already forgiven Ella a
while back. Probably right after I got my son back,” I admit sheepishly.
“Christian Grey! Why didn’t you
“I guess it slipped my mind. Now,
tell me what this is all about with her grave and other things in this file?” I
“I’m glad you asked,” she grins
ear to ear with a feeling of accomplishment.
“I’d like us to visit her grave
for a full measure of closure. To give Ella dignity as your mom even if she’s
undeserving. You already have a mom and dad in Grace and Carrick. That will
never change. This will just heal you completely. Can we please go? That’s what
I asked Welch to arrange…” she confesses.
“Full disclosure,” I raise my
She gets up off my lap and walks
around, then comes back to stand before me.
“I want my husband’s full heart,
love, attention, care without the taint of the past. Without the festering
wounds, bleeding slowly, eroding you a little bit each time. I want to heal
those wounds, plug and repair the cuts and make you whole for all of us. It won’t
completely happen without facing what once hurt us. I want to be with you, see
you through getting over this problem you’ve avoided all your adult life. I don’t
want it to spring up at an unexpected moment. I want us to go and see her
grave, talk to her like you would to another adult. Close this wound. Let me
help you heal it.”
“Oh, Ana, I don’t think you
should be visiting her grave. I don’t want to taint you with that sordid past.”
“Christian Trevelyan Grey!” she
chides me with her index finger, fixing me in my seat. “If you think I only
want you with your good part, the visible gorgeous man, or that the side of you
that you show the world, you are fucking mistaken! I took you as you are! I
loved all of you. I love you, period! Why the hell do you think it would be
hard for me to visit Ella’s grave with my husband? Why can’t I help you see
through this closure? Tell me, why? Am I not worthy of sharing a portion of
your problems? Did I not promise to be there for you? Why are you denying me
that privilege? What would you feel if I shut you out?”
“You don’t play fair, baby,” I
She shrugs. “I learned from the
best. But really, was it fun when I withheld this information from you? Did it
bother you that you were excluded from one single thing I did without your
knowledge? I see that you opened up the envelope which I knew you would.”
“You know me too well. But it’s
different. I have to protect you and my son.”
“That’s the same ole crap you
give me. I am strong and I can do something to protect you from your past. It’s
not even your current issue. I am just trying to help you with the past. Let me
be with you, let us come to close this wound,” she pleads.
“Fuck! How can I say no to you? I’d
give you the world if you asked for it. All things you see, desire are within
my reach to get for you like a normal man would buy coffee for himself. Price
tags or the lack thereof wouldn’t be a problem because I can place a price tag
on anything I set my eyes on…”
“Right there!” she cuts me off.
“I’m not asking you to purchase
me something. I’m asking you to share what you wouldn’t with anyone else. I’m
asking you to be a bigger part of your life. That has no price tag. That’s
personal. Private. Intimate. That’s what I want with you. I crave with you. I
want that deep of an intimacy with my husband. Please, Christian, just let me.”
“Okay, baby. We will go together.”
She lights up like a thousand
megawatts of bulb.
“Thank you Christian!” She’s
instantly wrapped around my neck, and her lips locked with mine.
“Just so you know, you owe me big
time, Mrs. Grey,” I mutter into her lips.
She smiles, pulls back.
“I think I can afford it, sir," she says winking. "Just don’t tell my husband!” she whispers. I shoot up like the wind and grab her
ready to nail her to collect what is due to me.
“You. Are. Mine. And ONLY mine!”
“Yes, sir,” she responds
“Oh fuck! Guess you’re paying up now baby!” I lift her up and carry her to my desk. Collection time!