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I swung my legs out of the SUV and rose to my feet, smoothing down my pencil skirt as I gazed up at the Grey family home. A cheek-bunching grin curled my lips.

The Grey family.

Soon to be my family, too.

I wanted to pinch myself over and over, just to check I wasn't dreaming. It all felt too good to be true.

How had my life led me to this moment – standing in front of a house full of the kindest, most welcoming people I have ever met, ready to celebrate my engagement to the most perfect man in the world?

Stuff like this doesn't happen to people like me.

"You okay?" Christian asked as he sidled up beside me, his hand coming to rest on my hip.

I tilted my chin up to him and nodded, grinning.

"Still feeling like I'm floating on cloud nine," I sighed. "I feel dreamy."

"Me too," he smirked. He winked and lowered his voice. "But I'm blaming it on lack of sleep."

A shiver washed over my skin, flashbacks of last night and this morning coming back into focus.

We spent the entire night on The Grace, dozing in and out of consciousness between frantic, ardent love-making. I think we finally crashed around 4am, waking up at ten to our phones blowing up with missed calls and messages. Everyone was eager to know if I had said yes. As if there was any doubt.

"It's a good thing we've got the rest of our lives to sleep then, huh?" I teased. I spun to face him and looped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling his head to me for a kiss. "You look relaxed."

"That's because I am."

"Weird," I hummed. "You normally hate parties."

He shrugged.

"I have something worth celebrating," he said. "And they promised me it's a small get-together. Just a handful of people. Nothing over the top."

I was relieved to hear that too. Whilst a part of me wanted to stand on a roof and announce the news to anyone willing to hear it, there was a bigger part that wanted to keep this private for a little while longer. I want the chance to live in the moment and be wholly invested in everything, even down to the smallest details. One thing therapy has taught me is that sometimes you need to stop and breathe. Simply take a second to appreciate what is happening now and let everything else wash away.

This was definitely one of those moments.

"We don't need to worry about anyone leaking our news to the media," Christian promised. "We'll make an announcement eventually, but I want some time before we get hounded by the press again."

"Have they ever stopped hounding us?" I arched my brow.

I don't think our faces have been out of the headlines since Kate's article about Christian was published. We've been photographed going to and from work, out shopping, in the most mundane of places. But I have successfully managed to block them out. I ignore them. I choose to get on with my life and let them do their thing, as long as they maintain a safe distance.

Christian pecked a kiss between my brows before breaking our hold. Taylor approached him from the side and held out a glittery fuchsia coloured giftbag to him.

"Thanks," Christian nodded, accepting the bag.

I frowned as I stared at his hands.

"For once, it's not for you," he chuckled.

He opened the bag and reached inside, slowly pulling out a stuffed toy. It was a black and white cat, a pink collar hanging around its neck.

"It's for Harriet," he explained. "She asked me to buy her a cat, but she was happy enough to compromise for one of the stuffed variety."

"It's so cute," I grinned, ruffling the fur on its head. "She's going to love you for this."

He cracked a shy smile and wrestled the cat back into the bag.

As soon as we stepped inside the house, we were swept up into a whirlwind of hugs, kisses and squeals of joy. Grins and cheers greeted us, Elliot being the loudest of the bunch. He, in particular, was proud of his little brother popping the big question.

Christian and I did our rounds, devoting time to everyone who had come to the party, answering their burning questions about the proposal and showing off my ring. My cheeks were burning by the time we were done, my grin unwavering and firmly plastered on my face.

The party had been staged through the family room, dining room and the library, all of the adjoining doors wide open to allow free movement. There were silver and white confetti balloons bobbing through the air, hovering over vases of pristine white roses. Huge photographs of me and Christian had been blown up and displayed on easels, a congratulations banner hanging across several of the windows.

"Top up?" Grace sang, rushing towards me with a bottle of champagne. I smiled and offered her my glass, watching as she filled it to the brim. "Are you having fun, sweetheart?"

"So much," I nodded. "Thank you for the party. It's perfect for us."

"I reined Mia in," she winked. "I knew you'd both want low-key. Just family and friends… I'm just so unbelievably happy for you."

It was obvious, her elation radiating from her. Her eyes were lit up, sparkling and wide.

"I have been waiting years for one of my kids to settle down," she said. "But I never thought it would be my Christian getting married first."

"I bet you never thought you'd see him find someone."

She nodded, agreeing with me. "He was always such a loner. We all spent years worrying about him and what the future might hold for him. I was scared he would be on his own for ever."

Her gaze shifted and I followed her eyes, turning to look over my shoulder. My focus settled on Christian.

He was across the room from me, kneeling down with the Flynn kids. The twins were running around, playing some kind of game, but Harriet was standing still in front of Christian. She was clutching her toy cat, cradling it in her tiny arms.

Christian grinned at her and held out his arms, waiting a moment before she crashed into his hold and hugged him. He rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.

My heart throbbed deep inside my chest. I reached up and touched my heart pendant.

"Thank you," Grace muttered.

I snapped my head back to her and frowned.

"For what?"

"For loving him the way he deserves to be loved," she elaborated. "For looking after him. Protecting him… For making him happy."

"You don't need to thank me," I shook my head. "It's my pleasure and privilege."

"You've stood by him," she added. Darkness clouded her eyes and I knew what she was referring to. "You're helping him through his pain."

"We're helping each other," I smiled. I moved my hand from my necklace to her forearm. "But I'm not the only one he needs in his life. He needs his family, and he definitely needs his mom."

She cracked a smile and nodded at me.

"We're all lucky to have you in our lives," she hummed. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me. "Welcome to the family, my darling."

I hugged her back and slammed my eyes shut, hiding the tears trying to force their way out of my eyes. My emotions were running high tonight.

One of the things that has united me and Christian is our lack of belonging. Neither of us have ever felt like we were a part of something, born outsiders and destined for a life of loneliness. But we have a family now who care so deeply for us. I have only recently been welcomed into the fold, but Christian has only just started to open himself up to the love they have always shown him.

We finally feel like we belong somewhere. We have found our place in the world.

I was stood at one of the many tables laid out with food, helping myself to some sweet treats. I was mid-mouthful when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Startled, I spun on the spot and –

"Dad?" I gasped, my mouth hanging open and the contents very nearly crusading to the floor. I quickly swallowed. "Oh my god… Dad. You're here!?"

Ray grinned back at me, his eyes gleaming with the smile that was twisting his thin mouth. He was smartly dressed, even his hair neatly combed back. It looked like he was wearing a new suit too, the fit perfectly tailored and crisp. The navy jacket and pants were matched with a cream shirt and a teal coloured tie.

He opened his arms and I rushed into them.

"Of course, I'm here," he hummed in my ear as he hugged me tight. "Just a tad later than I planned."

"I didn't think you were coming," I mumbled, shaking my head. "I texted you but I didn't get a reply."

"As if I'd miss my baby girl's engagement party," he snorted. "I should have messaged you back, I know. I was going to but then I got a message from Christian. He thought it'd make a nice surprise, if you didn't know I was coming."

At the mention of his name, as if it was a calling, Christian appeared at my side, holding three glass of champagne. Ray and I separated as he passed one glass to my father, offering another to me.

"Congratulations to the both of you," Ray said, grinning proudly. He raised his glass in a toast. "I'm happy for you. I really am."

"That means so much to me," I admitted. I cracked a grin. "Although, I heard you gave Christian a tough time when he asked you?"

Ray's smile stretched higher. I glanced up at Christian and found him laughing to himself.

"I couldn't resist turning on the heat," Ray explained, shrugging. "I needed to know if he could handle it."

"And I passed?" Christian checked.

"With flying colours, son," he nodded. "I couldn't have picked a better man for my Annie. I can rest easy at night, knowing she's safe with you."

"She is," Christian confirmed.

"Dad, I'm so glad you're here," I beamed. I picked up his hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "It feels like forever since I last saw you. I miss you seeing you all the time."

Ray's eyes shot to Christian, the two of them seeming to share a silent look.

"What's going on?" I frowned, glancing between them. "Am I missing something?"

"Well, Annie," Ray muttered, his attention dropping to his glass for a moment. "You won't have to worry about that from now on, because you'll be seeing a lot more of me."

My heart started to race.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm moving," he announced. He lifted his eyes to mine and smiled. "I'm moving here."

My head almost spun off its axis.

"Here?" I repeated in a splutter. "To Seattle?"

"Is that okay with you?"

"Okay!?" I snorted. "Dad, this is amazing!"

I leapt forward again, throwing my arms around his shoulders.

"You're moving here?" I laughed, the news refusing to sink in. "But you love Portland."

"I love you more," he said gruffly. "I've missed you too. I didn't think it would hit me so hard, when you moved here, but it did. Even more so after that fire."

I buried my head in his shoulder.

"I need to be closer to you," he declared, his hands rubbing up and down my back. "If something happens, I want to be here. I need to be here. I'm your dad. I should be here for you."

I peeled back and kissed him on the cheek.

"You'll love the house," he smiled.

"You've already found somewhere?"

He nodded. "I was there today. I got the keys yesterday. I drove up this morning to start settling in. I think I'll be done moving by the end of next week."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was overwhelming. My father's whole life is in Portland and he's giving it up for me.

"The house is practically on the Sound," he continued to explain. "It's not far from Discovery Park. I wish I had some pictures to show you, but you'll have to come over tomorrow and check it out for yourself. It's a cottage, nice and small, exactly what I'll need in my old age."

He winked at me and I shook my head, admonishing his comment.

"How long have you been planning this?" I wondered.

"A couple months," he shrugged again. "Christian's been helping me."

I rolled my head towards my fiancé. He stared at me as he took a long gulp from his glass.

"He helped me look for a house," Ray added. "It saved me having to come back and forth. Christian checked out a few places for me and sent pictures… I think you looked at three or four places for me in the end?"

"Three," Christian confirmed with a nod. "And it was my pleasure. I was more than happy to help."

Ray gave his thanks and the two men chinked their glasses in celebration. Christian dropped his arm around my shoulder, hugging me to him as his own father made his way over to us.

"Ray," Carrick greeted him, clapping his hand on Ray's back. "It's good to see you. Would you like another glass or would you prefer something stronger? I've got a Scotch with your name on it."

"I think I'm going to love living here," Ray laughed. He leaned forward and pecked my cheek. "We'll catch up properly in a bit, baby girl."

"Sure thing," I nodded, holding him to his promise.

I gazed after my father and my future father-in-law as they walked off, deep in conversation about fishing and their plans to go on an all-male trip sometime soon.

"You helped him look for a house," I muttered to Christian.

"I did," he whispered back.

"Another surprise?"

"Something like that," he smirked. He pulled me into his side. "He was desperate to move up here and I wanted to help. I offered to meet with a realtor on his behalf."

"When did you find the right house?"

"Just after we returned from New York," he said. "I got a call while we were out there. They said they had a house I might be interested in. I checked it out and I knew Ray would love it. I put in an offer for him."

I hesitated for a moment, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"Go on," Christian prompted. "Ask the question."

"Discovery Park? Close to the Sound?"

He nodded at me.

"That sounds expensive," I observed. "Too expensive for Ray."

He narrowed his eyes and shot a glance towards my father, checking he was safely out of listening distance.

"It was out of his budget," he revealed. "But it was the perfect house. I told him I managed to haggle a lower price but I've actually paid the difference."

"He doesn't know?"

He shook his head.

"Your father is a proud man. I don't think he'd take lightly to gifts, especially where money is concerned."

"How much money are we talking?"

"Enough to make him feel uncomfortable if he knew," he explained. "I would pay anything. The money doesn't matter to me. I want him closer to you and I want to get to know him better. We're going to be family… and besides, it kills me when you get sad every time you have to say goodbye to him. I hate seeing how upset you get."

I rotated into him and dropped my head onto his chest.

"You're amazing," I whispered. "Your capacity to love and protect everyone around you is incredible. You continue to astound me."

"I think I like being mysterious and aloof," he pondered on a low hum. "I like the idea of always keeping you on your toes."

The party was in full swing, inhibitions lowering as more champagne was passed around. The music thumped around us, everyone up on their feet and dancing.

I glanced around me and saw Taylor and Mrs Jones cutting a few shapes to the Diana Ross track that was playing. Everybody was coupled up with their respective partners, although Ray had been commandeered by Frances, Christian's grandmother, while I had been picked out by Theo. He waltzed me effortlessly around the makeshift dancefloor.

Christian, on the other hand, was devoting his full attention to Miss Harriet Flynn. She had refused to set down her toy cat, holding it in one hand whilst Christian twirled her on the spot with her other. Her light giggling was infectious to hear, bringing a grin to my lips.

"I never thought I would see the day," Theo chuckled, nodding his head towards Christian. "Never thought he would be one to hang out with the kiddies. He's practically spent all night with them."

"Me neither," I shook my head. "But the children love him."

"He's easy to love," Theo smirked. He slowed his pace to a soft sway. He winked. "Of course, he takes after me."

Theo Trevelyan had a charm that was as smooth as Cary Grant's, and a wit that was sharper than a tack. I could spend all evening in his company and never grow bored.

"He inherited all of his best traits from you," I winked back. "Do you mind if I sit the next one out? I need to quickly use the restroom."

"You go ahead, my dear," he nodded. He grabbed my face between his hands and pecked a kiss on both my cheeks. "We'll have years of dancing ahead of us. Between me and my grandson, we'll have you rivalling all the best ballroom dancers in the world."

"Fingers crossed," I laughed as I retreated out of the room, in search of the nearest bathroom.

I had put away too much champagne, my bladder now fit to burst. It was almost painful.

I moved quickly down the hall, making a beeline for the bathroom opposite the kitchen. Turning the handle, I pushed the door open and hopped inside.


I jumped back, my eyes popping open, stunned by what I had just walked in on.

"Ma'am –"

Sawyer spun on the spot, turning his back on me as he fiddled with the front of his pants.

"I'm sorry, I…" I trailed off, shaking my head.

Jaz adjusted her blouse and straightened herself up. She gulped hard and had the overall appearance of a deer caught in headlights.

"We were… um…" she fumbled.

I raised my palms in surrender.

"I was never here," I blurted, pulling back and closing the bathroom door.

What the…

I held my laughter as I raced down the hall, reaching the staircase and taking them two at a time.

Sawyer and Jaz.

Making out.

Holy shit.

"Wow," I whispered to myself as I found a bathroom upstairs, gratefully empty this time.

I was so sure they hated each other. Since Jaz joined my detail, there had always been a constant strain between her and Sawyer. It was a clear power struggle. She took over and was in charge. I assumed Sawyer was pissed off, having effectively been demoted after the fire at Maîtrise. I had seen them bicker when they thought I wasn't watching. I had seen the sideways glances and pursed lips.

Was it just sexual tension all long?

I would never have pictured them together.

And I certainly didn't want to picture them in the way I had just found them downstairs!

I finished up in the bathroom and exited back into the hall, coming to an abrupt stop as I found Christian pacing towards me.

"There you are," he sighed, offering me a weak smile. "I didn't know where you'd gone."

"I had to pee," I shrugged.

I met him in the middle of the hall and looped my arms around his waist.

"You need to stop panicking every time I'm out of sight," I told him, leaning backwards so I could look him in the eyes.

"I wasn't panicking," he shook his head, but I could tell he was lying. I arched my brow. "Okay… You got me."

"I'll always come back to you," I promised.

He relaxed in my hold and held me closer.

"Guess what I just witnessed."


"Sawyer and Jaz getting it on in one of the downstairs toilets," I revealed, a chuckle still lingering in my voice. "I walked in on them."

He scowled back at me, his brows bunching into a hard frown.

"What the fuck is going on with my staff?" he grumbled, shaking his head. "First Taylor and Gail hooked up, now those two? Can't anyone keep it in their pants?"

"You're one to talk!" I shot back. "You can't go more than a few hours without pestering me for sex."

"Pestering you?" he tilted his head.

"Yes, pestering," I nodded. I pursed my lips, defiantly. "It's a great inconvenience."

"Oh really?" he pouted. He starting walking me backwards, down past the bathroom I had just left. "I'm not sure it's such an inconvenience when you come every time. Usually multiple times…"

"That's a minor consolation," I quipped. I stared up at him and stuck out my tongue. "What are you doing?"

"Being an inconvenience."

He pushed me into a room on the left and kicked the door shut behind him. He didn't break his hold of me, but I had enough room to wriggle and check out my surroundings.

We were in a relatively empty room. There was a double bed to the right of me, an old looking oar hanging on the wall above it. Opposite, there was a desk and a variety of posters on the wall facing it. I could make out some sailing pictures, ticket stubs, and a Harvard banner.

"Was this your room?" I guessed.

He nodded.

He pushed me to the bed and lowered me back onto it, crawling on top of me as I shuffled further up the mattress.

"But it's empty," I said. "Did you move all of your stuff out?"

"No," he shook his head. He peered down at me, a hand on either side of my head. "It's exactly how it was when I moved out."


"I was an empty kid," he hummed. He lowered his head to mine and kissed me. "But I'm full now. I'm complete."

His kiss was deep and passionate, his tongue jostling mine into a wild frenzy. He moved one of his hands to my hip, tilting me up into him.

"We can't," I breathed.

"We can."

"Not here we can't! What if someone walks in?"

"No one will come looking for us if we're quick," he grunted.

"Your mom could walk in!" I shook my head.

I didn't know why I was trying to find reasons not to have him. I was aching for him and, weirdly, I was turned on by the risk of getting caught in a compromising position.

Maybe it was the champagne?

"You know I'm a sexual deviant, baby," he smirked. "You make me want to do kinky things, like fucking you in my childhood bedroom whilst our family is downstairs."

"So it's all my fault?"

"It is when I know you're going commando under this pretty little skirt of yours," he said. He dipped his hand between my legs, forcing my skirt up, and traced his fingers along my slickened seam. "God, you're so fucking wet for me… it's a good job you're not wearing panties, they'd be ruined."

He lifted onto his knees and tackled his zipper, yanking it open and deftly removing his erection from his underwear. He pumped his hand up and down his length before nestling back between my thighs, thrusting himself deep inside me.

"Fuckkk –" he groaned. He circled his hips, forcing me to feel every inch of him. "You were ready for me, weren't you? You needed this as much as me?"

"Yes," I moaned. "God, yes…"

"I've changed my mind," he huffed in my ear, dropping his whole weight onto me as he started to pick up his pace. "This isn't going to be quick… Once won't be enough. It'll never be enough."

"Christian –"

"All night, baby," he declared between hard thrusts, his hips slamming into mine. "We'll stay here all night."

I gripped his shoulders as he continued to pound into me, hitting me hard and fast until I came with a strained scream. He joined me in ecstasy moments later, shuddering as he spilled into me.

"Fuck…" he sighed. "Fuck me."

"In a minute," I hummed, breathlessly.

He chuckled into my neck, his lips dancing against my dampened skin.


"Yes, baby?"

"You need to lock the door," I ordered. "If Ray walks in, he'll probably kill you. He likes you now but I think that will change if he finds you screwing his daughter."

"I'd die a happy man, though," he grinned, his eyes twinkling.

"But I want to keep you around," I shook my head. "You're kinda important to me."

"Ditto," he winked. "Fiancé."

I shivered as he said that word, an intense heat pouring through me at the thought of one day being called his wife.

Husband and wife.

Mr and Mrs Christian Grey.

"Are you daydreaming again?" he whispered.

"Maybe," I smiled. "Now get up and lock that bloody door!"

"Yes, ma'am."


Thank you all so for supporting this story and its predecessor.

I hope you will also follow and enjoy the next instalment in the series. As promised, there will be more!

I will start uploading the next story very soon – in the next few days! – so keep an eye out for it! In the meantime, I am very happy to share the title and synopsis:


It's been a whirlwind nine months for Ana and Christian. They met, fell madly in love, faced pure evil and, somehow, came out of it stronger than ever. But as they start making plans for their future, is there one more surprise ready to disrupt their happiness?

(No cheating. No Ana or Christian deaths.)