Chapter 46

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Sitting back in Christian’s office chair I contemplate the implications of his baby making obsession. With a giggle I think back to his overly confident jibe about nailing it, but I can’t help worrying about what would happen if we didn’t fall pregnant right off the bat. How disappointed would he be and how responsible would I feel? Despite the strong, sturdy fabric logic weaves through reason – the knowledge that Mother Nature will take her course regardless of our interference – I can sense that I would somehow feel like I failed him. Heading off that thought at the pass, I file it in my discuss-with-Flynn box, pleased with myself for taking action before letting things unravel.

With a knock on the door pane Collins’ presence snaps me away from my mental back slapping, “Mrs Grey, Cindy Mitchell is here for a brief induction, and to finalise her contract. Seeing that she’ll be glued to your side, I thought you might like to meet her.”

Smiling at Collins and his thoughtfulness I rise to follow him, curious to meet the woman who’ll be taking me and my son’s personal safety into her hands.

Mrs Mitchell is so stereotypical I have to stifle a giggle. Her hair is scraped into a bun so tight I wonder if she feels the pinpricks of pain throughout the day. Her shoulders are broad, rounded with the typical bulges of someone who trains to get big. Her dark skin is clear, completely unadorned with make-up bar the mascaraed swipe of her long lashes. The tiny gold hoops that glint in her ears hint at femininity, but her watch belies it with a chunkiness that’s usually reserved for men’s time pieces. She’s wearing a stark, black pants suit, utilitarian but well cut, the jacket nipped in at the waist, flaring over man-straight hips. The hand she holds out for me to shake is patterned with veins in relief, another hint that she’s no stranger to the inside of a gym. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if she easily held her own against any Neanderthal stupid enough to agitate her – in short – a true Amazon.

With Collins’ introduction her mouth curves with a grin, her whisky-brown eyes good natured, “Mrs Grey, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I can’t help returning her smile, taken aback by her friendliness, something I don’t often see her burly colleagues emulate, “It’s nice to meet you too Cindy and call me Ana please.” Her handshake is firm, dry and instils in me a calm confidence.

I feel the gold band indenting her ring finger, the metal slightly warmer than the flesh of her hand. Married I realise, marvelling at how Christian always covers even the smallest of bases. If I am to have a female protector at least he evens it out by making it a married one. It’s endearing, one of the many ways in which he treats me as an equal – that is until he doesn’t – then bulldozing me into submission when I cross some safety related line, though, even I must concede that his motivation is always from a place of love and concern rather than from the pure, brute need for control. When a small sigh whispers past my lips I find it doesn’t bother me the way it used to, that when I said I wouldn’t change a thing about him it included his overbearingness. It’s part of who he is, just as much as the breathtaking planes of his body, the sharp lines of his face, or his heart that was so black from abuse it bloomed with love.

Her keen eyes dart to Collins, clocking his minute shake, “Better not ma’am,” she winks, “wouldn’t want to get myself into trouble, and from what I hear I have my work cut out with you.”

What?! I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s been thoroughly briefed but it doesn’t stop the mortification from stinging my cheeks. I splutter, my bug eyes popping with shock as I find anywhere to look at but her.

“Uhm… I don’t…” floundering I grapple uselessly for words that will put an end to the embarrassment that’s multiplied by the fact that I really like her.

“S’all good ma’am,” she says, still calm, still smiling. “You’ll just have to learn to trust me enough not to bail.” With a nonchalant shrug she eyes me in a way that makes me feel measured.

Expelling a breath through the O of my mouth I find the steel that sometimes lines my backbone, my desire to be what Christian needs overriding my chagrin. I fuse my gaze with hers, interjecting my voice with a bravado that’s hard to achieve when you’re glowing beet red with shame, “I think I can manage that.”

Her smile broadens, her eyes lighting with flecks of amber, “Excellent. In that case, I’m looking forward to working with you.”

We both turn to the sound of Collins releasing what must have been a nervously held breath, my blush passing to the tips of his ears along with our amused female stares.


In the early afternoon an e-mail from my husband trips my beating heart into a flittering pace.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Dinner with my hot wife

Date: 11 November 2016 12:11

To: Anastasia Grey <<===== hot wife

My dearest Mrs Grey,

I have an unexpected meeting with the manager of my Mile High Club later this afternoon, why don’t you join me there for dinner afterwards? My mother will be meeting me at Grey House just before then to remove my dressing and she’s kindly offered to babysit Chris at Escala tonight.

Laters baby

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Oh, date night with Christian I think excitedly. The last time we were at his Columbia Tower property he made me take off my panties, and teased me with the merciless intent of a soldier without so much as touching me. I blush remembering the torturous, seventy six floor ride in the elevator, his questing fingers dipping leisurely in and out of me as we stood coolly – at least to the casual observer – in the corner of the crowded car.

columbia tower

Taking my thoughts on a naughty meander a plan soon pops into my head. In the light of my husband’s covert baby making mission, and in the spirit of his erotic, tormenting ways, Mr Baby-Maker Fifty is in for some payback. I have a sneaking suspicion that this sex-on-every-other-day thing is even harder on him than it is on me; hopefully his residual desire will play right into my hands. And considering that it’s day fourteen tomorrow, my actual ovulation day, I bet anything that he’s keen to save his sperm till then.

From: Anastasia Grey

Subject: Dinner with hotter husband – that’s you!

Date: 11 November 2016 12:29

To: Christian Grey

My dear Mr Grey,

I am writing to inform you that your hot wife will be delighted to accept your mother’s gracious offer of child minding and escort you to dinner.

That is all.

Anastasia Grey

Wife, Mother, Cook, Sex Kitten and delighted, Soon-To-Be-Published Author for Grey Publishing – My title is longer than yours….. 😉

Hitting send I feel excitement tickling my belly. I’m relieved that our lives aren’t entirely on hold with the madness of another threat in the background and the crazy paparazzi crowd jostling our every entrance and exit. Again we’ve jumped into this marriage head first. With Chris adding a whole other dynamic to it, I would hate for our haste to diminish the bond that will always require a lot of maintenance.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Titles

Date: 11 November 2016 12:34

To: Long titled wife

My dearest Mrs Grey,

Length isn’t everything – I win.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. Happy Man

As always Christian has a way of exceeding my expectations. Here I was expecting some fun e-mail banter but instead he picks out a seemingly insignificant thing, turning our potential word sparring into a romantic gesture that readily rivals his best efforts. Warmth, admiration, desire – all spread through me on the sinuous fluidity of our love, built into me now just as indelible as my own genetic code. I am a lucky, lucky girl.

From: Anastasia Grey

Subject: Title adjustments

Date: 11 November 2016 12:48

To: Christian Grey

My dearest Mr Grey,

Your beauty is only exceeded by your wit. Fair point, well made.

I love you

Anastasia Grey

Happy Wife << ====== Aptly adjusted title

The ring of my cell startles me out of my happy place daydream, Christian’s voice as I answer low and thick as honey, “I love you too.”

Like a fool I smile, my face practically split with the broadness of my grin, “I love you more.” I hear his groan through his smile. I picture him with his head back, his eyes closed as he soaks in the words that always seem to feed his soul.

“Anastasia,” my name on his lips is a whisper, a plea, a prayer – like a sigh of relief.

For a beat my senses transport me back to Christian and my breakfast meeting at the Conrad in Miami, the day after I ran into him at the zoo. He told me then, for the first time, and in no uncertain terms, how my presence in his life changed him, affected him in the short course of our relationship before I screwed it up again. Like then, I again hear his need in the thread of his tone. Not just his body’s powerful physical draw but also the depth of his emotional craving for me. Holding on to the precious eye-opener, I let the weight of it tip the scales I measure my worth with.


If I am to even make a crack in my husband’s concrete resolve to stick to his baby making schedule I’ll need all the help I can get for my saucy plan of seduction, starting with a wax. Much as Christian is keen to provide for my every whim I don’t think leaving Escala for a beauty treatment will meet with his approval, especially if said salon isn’t preapproved by him. When I inform Gail of our evening plans she’s quick to help me organise a home visit from an esthetician.

Throughout the afternoon the conversation Christian and I shared plays on my mind, his words plugging the many holes my insecurity has punched through the years. I relish the way it bolsters my self-confidence, making me feel new. And Gail is an angel, helping me entertain Chris through my primping.

With my freshly exfoliated skin, hairless and glowing I venture into my closet in search of something jaw dropping. I find just the thing in a tiny flirty dress, so short I’ll have a have a hard time convincing Christian that it’s not a top. Giddy with feminine power I finger the nude chiffon pleats. I love the translucent, cloudy quality of the fabric, diffusing the view of the skin-coloured sheath underneath enough to make you wonder if it’s there at all. The pleats start at the scooping neckline, first tight before falling into a floaty A-line that will move flatteringly whenever I do. Reed thin straps over my shoulders ensure that the barely-there look of the dress isn’t spoilt.


I giggle when I realise the dress comes with its own set of underwear, cut from the same cloth as the sheath. The bra is strapless with a decent amount of support, holding the spill of my breasts in tantalising rounds, the valley between them darkening with depth as they peek from the neckline. The panty is a teeny, seamless thong made to be virtually invisible.

In the bathroom I keep with the low-key theme, finishing my face with bronzer, lashings of coal-black mascara and a sheer lip-gloss shimmering with hints of gold. My hair is pin-straight, flush against my back like the fall of water. My jewellery box raid yields chandelier earrings of antique gold, matched perfectly with creamy, fresh water pearls. An exotic scent, rich with the fragrance of spice and lilies is the last thing I apply before slipping into a pair of nude stacked heels, killer of course.

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In the mirror I see a stunning creature, not me. Apparently there’s nothing like the glow of self-worth to make a girl look good. The smile playing on my lips is for my thoughts, eager and excited to see how the night will pan out. I pick a long coat to ward of the chill until we get to the club, then fill a small clutch with the bare essentials only because that’s all it can hold.

After an air kiss to save my make-up Grace pushes me back by the shoulders to take in my outfit. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, her mouth sliding into a crooked grin as she nods her head in approval.

“I suspect you’ll have my son’s full attention tonight,” she teases, her grin widening into a beam when she spots my coy blush.

“I hope so mom,” I breathe, a little flustered by the all-too-knowing glint in her eyes. “Thanks for taking care of Chris tonight. He’s excited to see you.”

“You’re welcome Ana,” she rubs the top of my arm, her expression warm. “I’m looking forward to seeing him too,” she banters, dropping her gaze to my belly, “him and my new grandbaby.” She gives me an exaggerated wink, one that says your secret is safe with me, though I don’t have a secret yet – I think.

I try to hide my shock, but her remark is so left field I’m betrayed by my gasp.

She giggles girlishly, obviously delighting in her inside info, “He told me; wanted to know if there was anything he could do to aid the process.” She makes air quotes around the word process, wriggling her brows suggestively.

I can only laugh, half embarrassed, half amused thinking about adult Christian having a birds and bees conversation with his mom. If I had any doubts left that Christian deserves a little seductive torture they leave in a flurry along with any inhibitions I may have been harbouring. Game on Mr Grey!


Collins escorts me to the seventy sixth floor before joining Taylor somewhere nearby. The Mile High Club is every bit as opulent as I remember. Muted lights twinkle like tiny stars, giving the large space a romantic ambience that’s complemented by the gentle tinkling of a Concert Grand, and excellent, unobtrusive service. The decor is understated, elegant, making full use of the spectacular Seattle skyline that’s visible through the surrounding glass walls.

mile high club

My coat checked; I don’t walk so much as strut through the intimate groupings of tables, zeroing in on my spousal prey that is, as yet, oblivious to my arrival. I gather the admiring glances I garner like flowers, fuelling my confidence as I go. As if sensing the turning heads Christian looks up from his Blackberry, his bland expression falling away just like his jaw. Pushing up from his chair he makes to stand, bumping the table in the first ungraceful move I’ve ever seen him make. My inner goddess is sky high on the drug of our apparent appeal, and I revel with her in his reaction.

Careful not to make a scene he rounds the table, greeting me with a kiss on my cheek to give his hissed whisper access to my ear, “Jeez Ana, where the fuck is the pants? Are you trying to give me a damn heart attack?”

Unperturbed I smile, looking at him through my heavy lashes, fluttering them slowly, “This is a dress silly,” playfully I smack his arm, playing oblivious, “one of the ones you had your stylist pick out for me.” I walk my fingers up his chest, using his shirt buttons as stepping stones.

His fingers curl around my upper arm, his darkening eyes betraying his arousal despite his scowl, “Where’s your coat?” he growls, looking around, counting the pairs of eyes on the miles of leg I have on display.

I cock my hip, fisting my hands in my waist, “Mr Grey, I’m not ruining this gorgeous outfit you bought me with a coat, besides, you’re being awfully rude.” I breathe through the bubble of giggles fighting to escape, his face a picture of horror at my accusation. Counting down with my fingers I list his mock offences, “I’ve come all the way across town to join you for dinner, yet I don’t get a proper kiss, you don’t offer me a seat or a drink, not even a you look lovely,” I pout, waiting for his good manners to win out.

I get more than I bargain for when Christian calls my bluff, giving the entire restaurant a show. A possessive arm bands around my waist, roughly pulling me closer, his anchoring strength the only thing keeping me from toppling over on my dangerously high heels.

Hovering his cross mouth mere inches away from mine he speaks in a low rasp, “Trust me baby, you look hot enough for me to bend over the table and fuck into next year.”

A second later his mouth is on mine, kissing me with a ravenous intensity that leaves me dizzy.

When he’s done with me he sets me right, giving the dress a disgusted look, “Dress my ass. That thing is going straight into the trash when we get home,” he mutters darkly. “I think Miss Action owes me a fucking refund.”

Still grumbling he moves in behind me, shielding me with his body as he shepherds me into the half-moon booth. Thoroughly pleased I hide my smile, not only was that exactly the result I was hoping for, but the privacy of this booth suits my plan perfectly, the table in front of us strategically placed to veil my provocation.

Angling my body towards him I cross my legs as Christian moves in beside me, letting the dress ride up my thighs.

“Jeez!” he spits, freshly irked when he clocks the nude panties peeking through the triangle between my folded legs and the indecently high dress. “You can’t even sit in that thing!” Narrowing his eyes at me he snares my amused gaze, “You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

My laugh is gentle, tinkling, almost coy, “Don’t be so dramatic.” I lean forward, giving him a prime view of the milky perk of my breasts while I run his tie through my scissored fingers. I shrug, not looking into the gaze I sense is heating for me, “I just wanted to look good for you.”

I hear him suck in a breath. He captures my wrist before I can smooth his tie once more, bringing my hand to his mouth. He bites then kisses a pair of my fingers before shoving my hand under the table, brushing it against his erection, “That’s how fucking good you look,” he grits.

If the tent of his pants is anything to go by Mr Grey is still going commando, and just like that it’s my turn to gasp, a flash of desire streaking into my panties. I squirm under his assessing stare, the colour of his eyes taking on that liquid light of raw need.

“And it doesn’t help my situation,” he quirks a brow, looking down at himself, “to think about the fact that you might very well be sitting here, pregnant with my child.”

Holy shit! I swallow, blinking at the hoarse rumble of his voice, his words igniting my blood.

He sits back, happier now that he’s shocked me right back. “You know I don’t share well, especially not this fucking much of you.” Slipping a digit under the strap of my dress, just below my collarbone he strokes my skin with the back of his finger. Though he’s mad, he’s equally aroused, his stare lazily sweeping over the curves he’s itching to touch.

I pinch my lower lip between my teeth, “You don’t have to share. I’m all yours Mr Grey.” This time I grab his tie, pulling him closer for a firm kiss. His hand slaps onto the long stretch of exposed thigh I have on show for him, his fingers digging into my flesh with a deliciously hard grip.

We jump apart, me giggling, him blinking when the waiter clears his throat beside our table, evidently ready to take our order.

Christian rakes a hand through his hair, quickly regaining control of himself before he gruffly rumbles off an order of poached Salmon, vegetables and a house salad. If the waiter is fazed by Christian’s tone he doesn’t show it, efficiently filling our wine glasses with sparkling grape juice before heading off to place the order.

“What, no oysters today Mr Grey?” I tease, thinking that he’s going to crack a joke about our libidos not needing any help.

“Uhm, no,” he says, unwavering. “No uncooked seafood when you’re pregnant.”

Jeez! Is there anything about the subject he doesn’t know?

“You know I might not be. It may take a while; we don’t know how long it will take for the hormones from the IUD to work out of my system.” Even though I know he won’t hear of it I still feel the need to manage his expectations.

He smirks, his arrogant expression infuriating as it is attractive, and I return it with my own because I know his little secret.

Over Christian’s shoulder I catch the eye of a man at another table, not for the first time noticing that he looks our way a little too much. He doesn’t smile or look away, simply stares with open interest.

When Christian sees my frown he turns to follow my line of sight, “What is it baby?”

Instantly the man looks away, re-joining the conversation around his table. There’s something off about him, not quite dressed for an establishment like this, without the quiet poise of the other diners that can afford the outrageous price tag of the yearly membership the club charges. The last thing I want to do is raise Christian’s suspicions on some vague feeling I have. That, coupled with my scanty outfit, puts me in no position to complain about the blatant appraisal of strangers.

I turn my full attention back to him, smiling warmly, “Nothing. Tell me about your day? How is your arm feeling?”

Christian gives me the highlights of his day, which flatteringly includes my e-mail and our phone call, and I do the same telling him about my meeting with Cindy. We discuss our plans with Elliot and Kate, and I rejoice seeing Christian’s excitement about seeing his brother and taking Chris out on the Grace.

My stomach knots nervously when he informs me that the process of Chris’ name change is virtually complete, and that a notification will be sent to Jose who apparently is still on location in the Bahamas. I’ve no idea how Jose will take the news. I toy with the idea of sending him a pre-emptive e-mail but shelve the unavoidable discussion with Christian for later. If he turns out to be the bad guy I bear such a big chunk of the responsibility for his actions. There’s still a part of me that finds it hard to believe that he would go to such extremes, maybe naively hoping that if I play nice he’ll let whatever grudge he does have go.

Both of us turn thoughtful, quiet for a minute before Christian reaches for my hand, “Do you remember what you said the other day, wanting me to come clean about certain aspects of my past?”

His cautious tone makes me look up; he’s focussed intently on me, “Yes,” I drawl slowly, not sure where the conversation is going.

Nodding he locks our stares, “I’ve been giving it some thought. Taylor and I had a meeting with a respected publicist, just to get his take. There’s still a lot to discuss but I wanted to know if you were still on board with the idea?”

I am and I’m not. There’s no way I can fool myself into thinking that it would be a breeze. Not the actual exposure part, but the fact that it would place Christian in a sexually intriguing light that would call women to him like a siren. You see it with celebrities all the time, the public thinks they own you, that you’re fair game for whatever twisted fantasies they entertain about you. I’m also not oblivious to how ruthless women can be to get what they want. On the other hand, is there any greater gift I can give him, freedom from a lifetime of fear of exposure?

I muster every ounce of my courage, giving my husband a beatific smile, “Absolutely,” I confirm, my voice clear, convincing, pushing the anxiety to the back of my mind.

When our food arrives I catch the curious man’s gaze on us again, the unease I feel only intensifying when he leers at me. Shuddering I turn to my food, hoping that I’m imagining things.

Of course the food is delicious, drawing a soft moan from me that makes Christian chuckle, “I love to see you eating baby,” he purrs in a way that makes it sound like sin.

I can’t help glowing. His words, his tone, even his gaze fall on me like the caresses of a gentle lover. Flattering and distracting, it all makes me fall so much deeper in love with him.

I guess he sees his adoration reflected in my expression for he groans, “Don’t look at me like that and expect me to behave. We’re in public Mrs Grey.” His voice is thick with desire, completely negating his warning.

I grin, coquettish and confident, “Like what Mr Grey? Like I love you? I can’t help it, it’s the truth.” I shrug a single shoulder, hopelessly unable to hide my feelings from him, even if I wanted to.

I hear the hiss of his inhale, his lips parting to accommodate it, “Let’s get you home so you can get fucked Mrs Grey, before I take you right here and give the damn tabloids something to write about.”

My heart stops, then starts at the streaky heat pulsing between us, “Good plan Mr Grey,” I manage to rasp past my dry mouth. “I just need to go the restroom.”

He nods curtly, muttering about the indecent dress as I slide out of the booth.

I’m relieved to see that the creepy guy from the other table is gone when I pass it on my way to the restrooms. Inside I freshen up, fixing my make-up quickly; eager to join my amorous husband. On my exit I gasp when I find the gawking stranger from the restaurant leaning against the wall in the relative privacy of the dead end passageway.


He captures my startled face in the doorway of the powder room, the flashes popping like manic winks from where he holds the camera low, the angle deliberately unflattering, which was, at least initially, out of my immediate line of sight. I notice he works the offensive thing with a practised ease, like it’s an extension of his own arm, all the while sneering his snide smile like he knows something I don’t.

Protectively I raise my arm, turning my head away from the blinding pops of light. I quash the burst of panic in my belly when I realise he’s a pap, his keen interest in us explained by his unsavoury job. He may be a leering bastard, intent on getting a money shot, but with Christian, Taylor and Collins nearby, all I have to do is get away from him. I skirt around him, a little disorientated by the insistent flashes but he sidesteps, cutting me off.

“Aw, come on Mrs Grey, give a guy a break, just answer a couple of friendly questions,” he cajoles, sounding anything but sincere. When I round his other side he blocks me again, dropping his fake friendly act and a bomb, “Why did you lie about your son’s biological father? Did you try to trick Christian Grey into marrying you? Were you and Mr Rodriguez in cahoots with a scheme to blackmail him with the child?”

Anger, no fury streaks through me with the force of a 1000V jolt. I stop, dropping my arm to glare daggers at him, “Get out of my way!” I yell, tears of frustration burning in the back of my throat. I clench my teeth, willing myself not to make matters worse by saying something that will be twisted in the tabloids tomorrow.

In true paparazzi form he lifts the camera, holding it close to my face, blinding me as he searches for something antagonizing enough to make me break, “So you’re not denying it? That’s pretty fucked-up! What about your son? Did you thi…Oooffffff!”

For a second I’m confused, I can’t make out what’s happening in the low light of the passage, my vision still affected by the sharp bursts of light from the flash. I feel an arm band around my waist, yanking me away as something speeds past me. Instinctively I know I’m in Christian’s arms, his body shielding me from whatever is happening.

His urgent words finally filter through my befuddled brain as his face comes into focus, “Are you hurt baby? Did that fucker touch you? Baby! Talk to me!” He gives me a small shake, his expression apprehensive.

Snapping too I shake my head, bewildered as I watch Taylor drag the cuffed and bloody nosed pap away, fighting his bonds, and spewing ugly threats of litigation. By the looks of it Taylor must’ve tackled him while Christian got me out of the way.

“Thank fuck,” he breathes before crushing me to his chest.

The threatening tears of frustration from earlier is gone, the shock keeping my mind pleasantly numb while Christian escorts me, tucked tightly under his arm, to collect my coat. He collects it then helps me into it, doing up the buttons and freeing my hair from beneath it, taking care of me like only he can.

We leave with Collins, his shoulders tense and his gaze sweeping, the pap’s audacious approach making him extra vigilant. Taylor’s with the cops, giving his statement and we’re heading there to offer ours.

Christian takes my hands, cupping them inside his own, “Baby, do you want to lay charges?”

“I don’t know,” I say hesitantly. “The last thing I want to do is antagonize them, and I don’t want to give them any reason to intensify their scrutiny of us, but I’m outraged with how he went about it.” And the photos, I think as an afterthought, cringing. I can only imagine the captions on the front page of some sleazy rag tomorrow.

Nodding, he tenderly brushes a stray stand of hair behind my ear. As if reading my mind he puts it at ease, “There’ll be no photos baby, Taylor made sure of that. And don’t worry about any of this coming out, if he ever wants to make a dime on his job he’ll drop it. I’ll cash in every marker I have to make sure he’ll never be published again if he so much as alludes to even laying eyes on you.”

Serves him right! I think nastily. The mighty force of Grey Publishing bearing down on a member of the paparazzi must be nothing short of intimidating. I lean in, cupping his cheek, “Thank you.” Pressing a grateful kiss onto his lips I make up my mind about pressing charges, “I’m fine to make a statement but I don’t think I want to lay charges if that’s okay with you.”

Christian hugs me to him, kissing the top of my head, “Much as I despise what they do I think that’s the better of two evils. If you sue one of their own they just gang up and make your life hell.”

“How did he know though? About Chris’ name change?” I ask, suddenly perplexed as it hasn’t yet been finalised.

“We had to file the documents with the Office of Vital Statistics, once there it’s a public record, and with the attention we’ve been getting from the press I’m not at all surprised that they dug hard enough to find out. This is why I hate them snooping around, they find shit and twist it…” his words fade out, his jaw clenching with annoyance as he looks through the window, losing himself in the passing world.

Thank you Skinsavant for the beauty technician info, and Karen and Susan for the quick, grammar/word confirming e-mails.

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112 thoughts on “Chapter 46

  1. Angelique says:

    Another fine job with Christian and Ana’s story. I love it! I’m excited to read even more. Keep up the excellent work!


  2. paulaleja says:

    thank you!
    chapter great, but left me wanting more. play wait 7 days to read you again.
    salute from Colombia.


    • Monique Lain says:

      Yep, unfortunately! That’s how long it takes me to write a whole one, I do this as a hobby, I still have work and family and house…. Thank you so much for the review! 😉


  3. Jane Jones says:

    What another brilliant Chapter


  4. Lillimarlene says:

    Just read this chapter at breakfast time, thanks, Monique. Great as usual. I’m not surprised that Christian is reading up on conception and pregnancy. I always thought that the best way to conceive during the short window of opportunity when your at your most fertile is to have sex as often as possible. Well, it worked for us! So forget every other day and have fun, Mr Grey.


  5. gmbizette says:

    Love the dress,shoes and earrings! Hot, sexy oh Lala! As always great read and leaves me wanting more!


  6. Kath Imlach says:

    another brillant chapter. Only new to your blog I read all chapters in one day and what a great day it was. Thank you


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hi Kath, welcome to my blog, our little slice of internet FSOG. Thank you so much for taking a chance on my story and for the feedback. Some folks miss it, so just to let you know, I have some short stories in the sidebar as well, all are sequels to the main story. Just scroll down for Christmas, Quickie, Valentine’s and Spanish Meander. 😀


  7. louise thomas says:

    Its been a long week, but it was worth the wait xxc


  8. moire says:

    so good really enjoyed this chapter – I think you should take a fortnights rest !!!. LOVE love love the earrings and the effect A\na has on Christian (chuckle) .

    Have told several people of your ff Meander so you will have some new followers – you really are a good writer M and thanks for the Jim Caveziel pix mmh!


    • Monique Lain says:

      That’s great Moire, thank you so much! Take time off??? What does that mean? I would love the resting part, but even if I did I would spend all my time rewriting the earlier chapters… I am as addicted to doing this as some folks are to reading it. I honestly don’t think I could leave it for two whole weeks… 😉 Do I sound obsessed much?….


  9. deb says:

    Very nice…..very nice indeed and so worth the wait!
    Love the sexy back and forth volley of heated words between Christian and Ana. Love how they find a way to connect at their souls, every chance they can.
    And then, to top it off, so many of your infamous cliffies……Jose, name changes, hot dress sex, motives for blackmail, law suits, and on and on…..
    My only hope is that this goes on and on too!
    Love how you make me a part of their world, so vivid and clear, that I was seated in the restaurant, saw the flash of that vile camera, and, as always, feel their heat……
    46 is a winner, 47 will be greatly anticipated, and you are amazing!
    Thank you, again, Mo….your words and your passion for Christian and Ana, make me happy. I, so need to be happy!
    LATERS, baby!
    Much love to my bestie…… *hugs you tight*


    • Monique Lain says:

      *tight hug back atcha* Love that you see all the details, I often wonder as I write who will see this, will they notice that… Will it make them think, feel, squirm, scream… You do all those in spades for me. Thank you for that. My passion for them is fed only by your passion for them. Without the readers’ support and encouragement I would never have been on this journey. I say – thank YOU! 😉


  10. b says:

    Amazing as always…can’t wait for some HOT baby making!!!!!!!!!


  11. Katherine says:

    Another great chapter
    So glad Ana and Grace’s relationship is back to the way it was. Hopefully Grace trusts Ana never to leave him the way she did previously again.
    Date night was shaping up to be soooo hot until the stupid pap ruined it grrrrr
    Loved Ana seducing Christian hope she continues when they get home
    As usual your writing talent blows me away
    One thing I have been wondering is will they ever go back into the playroom??


    • Monique Lain says:

      Love the review Katherine, are you happier now to see Ana’s growth? Damn pap indeed! I must say, this is the interesting thing about writing, the organic nature of it. I was going to end the chapter with CG giving into her seduction but after writing the pap scene the mood was all wrong, and much as I would have loved to add it, I have to go with the flow of the story. If it doesn’t feel right I axe it. 😦 It’s not always easy to change my mind so late into a chapter but I feel it adds to the authenticity. Between you, me and everyone else on the blog 😉 the chapter where Christian gets nominated for a seat on the committee was supposed to be the big Meander crescendo, the perp was going to be identified and it would be the start of the end of my FSOG contribution. In fact, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for that plot twist I would be done with them by now… The playroom?? Let me say this, I don’t think I could wear my FSOG fan fiction wings with pride if I didn’t at least write one scene in there… 😉


  12. Donna V says:

    I love how he asks his mother for advice on getting pregnant!!


  13. Olivia says:

    I feel like Ana isn’t going to get pregnant right away and that’s going to cause so many problems for Christian and his controlling self Estem. Another amazing chapter Monique! Can’t wait for chapter 47!! 🙂


  14. HenryCavill4Fifty says:

    I like sexy, fun Ana and I love utterly protective, growling, turned on Christian (Jeez Ana where te fuck are the pants! and, Dress my ass. That’s going straight to the trash and he wants a refund – oh Fifty!) What a pair!! Loved it!!! Damn pap – mood killer!!!


    • Monique Lain says:

      So glad you enjoyed that! He is smokin’ like that! I was expecting a lot more comment on that scene, just shows you, I never know what the readers are going to pick up on. Thank you so much for the love! 😉


      • Maggie says:

        Lest you think your talents go unnoticed – please allow me to assure you that the whole club scene was awesome – loved how A said, “the first ungraceful move she’d ever seen him make”…yes, I can visualize him looking up and having heart failure…you do know they can never make a movie that will be quite as good as the places your writing takes us – better than the original, girl….can’t wait to see where you take us next 😉


        • Deb says:

          Maggie….I have said over and over, that, while I LOVE Ms James…..Mo’s writings are way better than the original, way more depth, more character, just plain MORE….
          I almost don’t want the movie….NOTHING will ever be this good!
          I feel every scene, like I am there, can feel their breath, hear their heartbeats!
          This is amazing….I know it will, but hope it never ends, ever!
          Love me some Mo!


          • Monique Lain says:

            Ah Deb! What am I going to do with you?? Cyber hug babe! Kiss, kiss! Thank you! I wish I knew what to call that move where you tap your fist against your heart then point at a buddy – I got you style… One of them for you too! 😉


        • Monique Lain says:

          Thank you Maggie, means a lot that you picked up my neurosis… LOL! and the compliment – oh my! You gave me a little shiver there… 😉


  15. Sheila says:

    What a wonderful chapter, love the pictures of Ana’s outfit/shoes and those earrings, well they were lovely. Nice to read of Ana getting her own back on Christian in the Mile High Club; that was such a sexy scene in FSOG. Also love that Christian is officially/legally making Chris his son on paper. What else can I say but I loved it, thank you Monique for another wonderful chapter. Hope you are rested and refreshed now, you have to take care of yourself.


    • Monique Lain says:

      Thank you Sheila, a lovely review, great feedback. I appreciate it. I did have a good rest, need more but hey, I’ve never been able to turn on the breaks… I do it to myself then it all catches up with me and I’m finished… LOL! You’d think at my age I would have learnt my lesson by now….


  16. Amy F says:

    Great chapter! You really paint a beautiful picture in my mind and make me feel like I am there. Can’t wait for the next chapter and to see how this all plays out! Great job after an exhausting week for you!


  17. Betty says:

    Incredible work…thanks for share your magnificent style and bring more spice to this wounderfull couples..waiting for more


  18. tracy says:

    Loved Ana’s little revenge at the Mile High Club. They know each other so well and how to push just the right buttons. I always thought Christian would go crazy protective when Ana gets pregnant. I didn’t even think about how he would be if it took a long time. I wonder how well he will be able to control himself when he becomes desperate? I agree with HenryCavil4Fifty above….damn paparazzi ruined date night just when it was getting good! Can’t wait for ch 47! Are we on 47 already??? time flies when you are having fun, and you do make it fun, Monique! 😉 😉


    • Monique Lain says:

      I know right? They so do! Funny! It is crazy Tracy, a quarter million words later (excluding the one shots), equivalent to 4 books (if you use the industry standard) and about a week shy of one year! It takes my breath away when I think about it! All while still working… Love the feedback, thank you so much!


  19. tamara says:

    wow, what a great chapter, can’t wait to see if Ana becomes pregnant, how the reunion with Elliot and Kate goes and how everything else plays out. I’ll wait till next week to see what happens, try to have a relaxing week inspite of it all Monique.


  20. Peg says:

    Ah another enjoyable chapter to have with breakfast coffee. I remember those baby making days. It’s not unusual to hear second pregnancy have some difficulties. Hmmm may be some Clomid and a set of twins. Though Christian appears to be of the mindframe that if he does everything according to his research, it should be foolproof. Hasn’t he thought about mother nature’s plan. Looking forward to the next chapter. So many quedtions with so many possible answers.


  21. Mary says:

    Ahh that ended too soon lol… But great monique can’t wait for more 🙂


  22. sharon Metcalf says:

    Please do not make us wait too long for the baby! I love, love, loved this chapter. Brilliant, as usual. Thank you. Laters.



    • Monique Lain says:

      I’ve been having a little giggle because I think I may be offered a bribe to get her pregnant! LOL! Too funny how many ladies have commented on this so far. I take it you guys really, really, really want a baby… 😉 Love that you love it, I dig the comment, thank you!


  23. CG obsessed says:

    TY Monique, another Great exciting chapter…frustratingly way too short :)! So looking forward to the pregnancy and how involved CG will be. He is so adorable…Please dont make us wait too long for that to happen. Don’t want to see CG disappointed though you seem to be hinting at that possibility… You do weave a very enticing spell of anticipation. I love the reaction of CG to Ana’s short “dress”. Wonder if there will be a link connecting that paparazzi and Jose? They are both photographers…I cringe at the fall out of CG going public with his BDSM and all the women that might seek him out, ugh! What ever you write…Please Dont let him be enticed & unfaithful, especially if she is pregnant…dont think Ana could forgive CG nor me. But the thought of him getting liberated from his secrets & shames…YES, that would be awesome.


    • Monique Lain says:

      I hate to give anything away but you can rest assured that the one shot short stories are sequels to this one, so if you’re worried about a happy-ever-after for them, at least in my FSOG world, I can guarantee it! LOL! Read between the lines babe… 😉
      Love the comment as usual, very thought provoking and useful. Thank you! 😉


  24. Maggie says:

    You are, quite simply, amazing!!
    My head is spinning delightfully – there is so much going on here! Just love the connection between these two that leaps off the page in 46. The emails have always been key to understanding their heat for one another and the whole club scene was fabulous. (Oh, and btw, I do appreciate knowing when this is happening-November-as I try to fit this in with the one shots..)
    This is the Ana that I love to see – confident in herself and secure in his love for her. Back on great footing with Grace, too! CG is just adorable on so many fronts – I wouldn’t know where to begin or end, for that matter…Too much to say here, so I will end with a plea like many of the comments before me – pleeeeze don’t torture us with the baby thing 😉 I can take my torture any other way you wish to dish it out – although I admit I am scared to death about going public with the BDSM thing…it makes sense on one level but it would be so easy for it go so wrong…
    😉 47 coming right up! Take care of yourself….


    • Monique Lain says:

      Love how you’re thinking about it Maggie, love the plea, I think I’m finally getting the message – LOUD AND CLEAR IN SHOUTY CAPITALS! LOL! 😉 You guys want a baby right? I love the bargaining thing you have going on, that you’ll take your torture any other way… I might take you up on that… 😉 Thank you for a awesome review 😀


  25. "MAC" - aka ann :) says:

    Wow so many “plot drops” disguised in a rather normal chapter… Haha “whatever normal is”. My god you always get me going in a different direction that I was planning too.. you are a true “vollier”. Blackmail, name change finally, stopped just short of the seduction you had us anticipating and then there is Jose “on shoot in wherever” I think not !! So much can happen it is mind boggling how you come up with the ability to captivate us week after week. Please know that I would miss your presence on my “MAC” weekends and do not even want to entertain the notion that you will not be there!! It felt like a very short chapter only because I read “at hyper speed now”… 6 days and counting. 😉


    • Monique Lain says:

      LOL! Love the name change, so apt with this chapter… I’m thrilled to know that I can still surprise you, I would hate to be predictable. 😉 That’s really great feedback for me. Thank you. I so love to see how each reader responds, the things they find and zero in on, it’s fascinating and almost always different from what I think will be the thing that you like. A always it’s great to hear from you! Thank you.


  26. Marlene Fuentes says:

    I just discovered your “meander” a couple weeks ago & spent two late nights reading the first 44 chapters. I love them! I raced through them the first time and then went back and reread to get the details I missed. Loved the wedding in Vegas, esp. since I’m very familiar with the area. Thank you for weaving such a loving story.


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hi Marlene, welcome! Glad you enjoy my story. I also have some one shots in the sidebar that are sequels to the main story… Thank you for taking the time to review, I appreciate the feedback.


  27. Jo Fergus says:

    Loved this chapter 🙂 You capture them so well, their email banter and quirks.

    Christian always expects things to goes his way so he will be expecting to ‘succeed’ in his baby making plan so I guess if he doesn’t straight away it is a an opportunity for him to realise that he can’t have control over everything, especially where mother nature is concerned:)


  28. Marion Evans says:

    Lovin all of this freat chapter great writing x


  29. Deanna says:

    Ah Paparazzi ….. gotta love ’em. Already looking forward to next week, enjoying the trying to get Ana preggers sex! And still looking for Christian and his missing playroom jeans …. commando and all!


    • Monique Lain says:

      Yes Deanna, you should do your super sleuth thing and see where those damn jeans have gotten to! Imagine auctioning them off, I bet we could make Van Gogh look like small change! 😉


  30. kristen Barnett says:

    Just ran across this yesterday evening and just finished the last chapter. I’m hooked! Great writing.


  31. Deedee says:

    Hi Monique, I have finished reading all the chapters now and the one shot stories as well. I enjoyed them all, and have started to read them again. I think the first chapter when they met at the park in the zoo is just the best. You could just feel the tension and love when they met. Fantastic writing. It made me catch my breath. I know there are many fanfiction stories out there, but this is the best. I think starting off 5 years later and writing your own version of events is the way to go. Just keep on writing (if you can), and know that you are giving a lot of people a lot of enjoyment. Looking forward to chapter 47 next weekend.
    By the way I am an Aussie, and live in Sydney NSW. We had a holiday in the Top End a year or so ago, so I am wondering if that is the area where you live. Bit hotter than Sydney but fantastic scenery.


    • Monique Lain says:

      HI Deedee, I’m so glad you think so! I’m flattered that you feel mine is that good! It’s a joy to write to appreciative readers! Thank you! LOL for the heat here, did you come in the dry or the wet? We are in the city, Darwin itself. Did you enjoy your hollie here? Sydney is lovely, we went there for my hubby’s 40th, had some VERY nice dinners at the casino, Rockpool esp!


      • Deedee says:

        Hi Monique, We had our holiday in August and had perfect weather.Flew to Adelaide for a few days,caught the Ghan to Darwin via Alice Springs and Uluru.Had 4days in Darwin, hired a 4WD drive, and drove out east to Khakadu, then came back and drove all the way west over to Brooms. We were away about 6 weeks in all. Such fantastic scenery, and very friendly people. Glad you had a good time in Sydney for your husband’s birthday celebration. There is a lot to do and see in Sydney. thanks for your reply


        • Monique Lain says:

          You’re welcome! Ah yes, that’s pretty much the ideal. We do a lot of 4by4, I have hours of heart stopping footage of the boys (and us) doing crazy things with fourbies that sometimes seem like they defy the law of physics! And the beach driving… Hee haa! Fun! 😉


  32. tj says:

    Awesome..thank you


  33. Jen says:

    I’ve finally caught up. I even read slow so it wouldn’t end. Looking forward to the one shots. Already read the Giedeon ones. Really enjoy your writing.


  34. Anna says:

    “Mine” by Alvaro de la Herran


    • Monique Lain says:

      Thank you Anna, it was awesome! I posted it maybe two months ago (Under the Oh-la-la heading) and I had a slew of delighted comments! 😉 This is exactly the type of thing I’d like to see for the FSOG movie – tasteful, sensual, not too much going on, hinting rather than full-blown.


  35. skinsavant says:

    i’ve always loved christian and ana email banters and their date nights…but dammmn that papz ruining their special moment. hopefully, just briefly! i’m really looking forward to christian coming clean…how will his team handle this? i believe ana will play a big part in the literary department (i think…he is writing a book right?!).
    another brilliant chapter monique! and you’re welcome…anytime.


    • Monique Lain says:

      I’m so glad you liked it, and yes, Ana is writing a book. Let’s see how the reveal plays out… 😉 Thank you for your comment, as always it’s appreciated! 😉


  36. […] Chapter 46. […]


    • skinsavant says:

      monique…i love ana’s dress! when worn, it looks even more gorgeous. it’s flirty, sexy, elegant and most of all fun! 😉 when she moves, the dress swings and the thin soft fabric against ana’s body makes christian want her even more. it’s perfect!


  37. Deanna says:

    I just found your blog 2 days ago. It is very very good. I think I cried more here than in the books. How far are you going to take this? And from other posts I am assuming that you post the new chapters on Fridays, correct? Also I love it when you write all points of views, Taylor, Anna and Christian. Can’t wait now until Friday.


    • Deanna says:

      I also love that you included all characters points of view. I love how you portrayed Taylor’s. Thanks again.


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hi Deanna, thank you so much for your comment and welcome! 😉 Please don’t hold me to the Friday thing, it’s an assumption that sort of grew on it’s own accord, I’ll amend and say over the weekend sometime… 😉 I’m not sure how far I’ll take it, I know where I want to end and when I get there it will be done! LOL! Still a while though, lots more to come. Did you also see the one-shot stories in the sidebar? More on our lovely couple and Valentine’s Meander is done entirely from Christian’s POV 😀 Enjoy!


  38. Susan says:

    Thank you for continuing Anna and Christian’s story. I love your writing and really enjoy how Ann and Christian are facing their new life together.


  39. Barb says:

    Ana seems much more sure of herself after her meeting with Flynn. I hope Christian isn’t disappointed if Ana isn’t pregnant this go round. Loved her sexy little dress. Great chapter!


  40. Kathleen says:

    When is the next one can’t wait


  41. ELiz says:

    I was following this chapter, except for the beginning when Ana met Cindy…. What in the hell was going on with them two?? I don’t understand why Cindy said, “I think not….” etc etc, and then Ana blushes…that whole interaction confused the hell out of me. I read it over 5 times and I still don’t get it, and it’s a little annoying because there’s a few parts in your story that are like that…hard to grasp I mean, but eventually it gets explained later. But that…um, help?


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hi Eliz, you’ve given me cause for great concern here. The last thing I want to do is leave you confused, and if you often feel that way during the course of the story I obviously have some big issues to sort out. The quote you used in the above mention is not one that actually occurs in the interaction between Cindy and Ana, but seeing that this is Cindy’s first appearance in the story, this is the only part I can think of that you might be thinking of:
      **Her keen eyes dart to Collins, clocking his minute shake, “Better not ma’am,” she winks, “wouldn’t want to get myself into trouble, and from what I hear I have my work cut out with you.”**
      After this Ana blushes because she is embarrassed. If you recall, in the prologue (chapter 1) of Meander, Ana cleverly dupes Sawyer, escaping from his charge by flipping off the main power supply to the Escala apartment, creating precious seconds for herself to escape down the fire escape stairs. As her new personal protection guard, Cindy has been informed about this, and in her way she’s telling Ana that she knows Ana can be difficult to guard – I have my work cut out for you – it will be hard for her to guard Ana if Ana isn’t willing to cooperate.
      I hope this is the paragraph you were referring to, and more importantly, I hope I made it clearer for you. Please let me know if this is the case, and if there’s anything else I can set straight for you.


  42. Tarsha says:

    Another grea chapter…..I am loving them all you are great at what you do. I have read up to chapter 46 since last week and I have a very demanding work schedule. Your story is a very easy read and it leaves me wanting more. I am so HAPPY you have continued the story.
    I think I know where you are going with the GQ article, once it comes out women will be all over CG even more. I would love to see how he handles forward women coming on to him. It would be great to observe him in the situation and it would be good for Ana’s confidence.

    Thanks for another great read it’s 1:15 am here in Memphis, TN and I have a 8am



  43. Pernille says:

    You really are an amazing writer!


  44. Sue says:

    Still loving it!!


  45. greygirl says:

    I was wondering why it mattered to Ana that Cindy was married? She seemed to find that important or significant.


  46. Lissa Jeri says:

    Sincerely hope you don’t mind my constant correction of you to make the language more accurate, but in the US we use the expression “press charges” rather than lay charges.


  47. Trisha Cook says:

    Im so happy I found this! The story so far has been excellent. I love the way you took it in a different direction from the original after Ana finds out she’s pregnant. Im hooked and have already recommended this to some friends 🙂


  48. Juanita says:

    This just keeps getting better, the apprehension I had at the seemingly diminished intellectual behavior of Ana is slowly dissolving upon the developing description you provide of her thought process, the old insightful Ana is beginning to resurface and I’m beginning to think this is your intent? to illustrate her emotional growth? At any rate I remain in awe of your talent and wonder if you’ve any thoughts on writing your own original work. If so PLEASE leave notice so I can follow your efforts you are truly talented and I can only hope you benefit from it so we can all benefit from it, keep up the great work!


    • Monique Lain says:

      I’m thrilled that you see her growth. Yes, now that the drama of them getting back together is over she is finding her feet again, working through her crap and proving herself to be every bit as worthy as her dashing partner 🙂 Thank you for your kind words and nothing thrills me more than someone enjoying my story. I appreciate your feedback 😉


  49. Christina says:

    I am so glad and upset that I only found your blog recently. . I dont think I would have coped with waiting for a week for an update. I read 10 chapters each day, you can only guess how obsessed I am. . I am approaching chapter 50 and I am so upset that all too soon, I will be done reading

    I have always been happy with James ending but your blog made me question my judgement. I am literally hooked, you are an amazing writer

    I cannot help but feel that Christian’s excitement about the baby is only going to lead to a disappointment. boy you get me so anxious that sometimes I close my eyes, scared of what I might read next

    I love the open relationship that Anastasia and Christian have. did I mention that they are sex slaves? I envy the electric connection that they share but who doesn’t?

    I cannot wait to read how the story will end. . your writing is amazing. simply – I love you


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hello, Christina. Welcome to our virtual second world of more… I’m thrilled that you enjoyed my take on our fav characters and the drama that surrounds them. Yes, every girl’s man should have a little Christian in them! 😉 Thank you very much for your stunning words. I appreciate your feedback 😉


  50. Pam M. says:

    I’ve wondered about this since the first time I read fifty-shades-meander: When Ana meets Cindy Mitchell for the first time and they shake hands (I’m assuming they shake right hands), Ana feels the dent in Cindy’s finger from her wedding ring (assumption). Wouldn’t the ring be on Cindy’s left hand? What am I missing here?


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