Christian wakes up to a mouth watering aroma hitting his nostrils. Looking around he sees he's alone, getting up, he washes his face and brush his teeth before heading out to the front area.
Sitting out front Christian joins Jason and Ryan who was already enjoying a homemade breakfast.
"Really, that's how it is? They get plates before your husband?" He says coming up behind her, giving her a kiss on the neck, whispering good morning in her ear, then taking a seat next to Jason.
"Whatever, shut up Christian. You don't sleep enough." She says pouring herself a glass of orange juice and him a hot cup of coffee. Placing a plate in front of him, taking a seat with hers.
Jason laughs, pats Christian on the back letting him know they were done any way. He then tells him about an important call he got this morning.
"About what?"
"The bank, there going to be sending you an email about what they found out so far."
"Okay, we'll just go through everything once we're back home."
Taking in his last folk full of eggs and pancakes, Christian leans over to kiss Jazmyn.
She laughs pushing him away because he had not wiped away the syrup on his face.
"Christian!"
"What my kisses too sweet for you this morning?"
"You and stickiness, stop....your getting syrup all over my face."
"Oh, Awww....okay sorry babe. Really, let me clean it up."
He reaches over as if he was about to wipe her face, but instead it was his tongue that made contact with her neck.
Jazmyn gasp, "Christian! I am going to so kick your ass. Stop it." She tells him as he comes back to lick her again.
This time she get's up and begins to slowly walk backwards. "Christian....I'm being serious."
"So am I. I told you I'm gonna clean you up, you know my word is my bond. So come here and let me finish."
"No your not, you don't even have a napkin in your hand." She said still backing up.
"Okay, true. But you know I ran track and field, you won't get far. It's pointless to try, you know I always get what I want."
"Whatever." She tells him laughing, then goes to make her get away.
With him right behind her, she didn't get far before he caught her. Picking her up they land on the couch, with him on top of her starts kissing her. He actually did clean the syrup off her face.
He wouldn't be his nasty self if he didn't have something nasty to say. Licking his lips, "Hmmm.... Syrup is pure sugar and it's still not sweeter than your natural juices."
She playfully hits him in the chest, "So fucking nasty."
After giving her another quick kiss he says, "So fucking true. But you know what I learned last night?"
"No. What?"
"I learned that you love my nastiness, my filthy little Violet."
Shaking her head, while rolling her eyes she says, "Unfortunately I so fucking do. But that's what having stockholm syndrome means, falling in love with your kidnapper and stalker. Now move."
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FanfictionWhat if "The Grey's Family", was not the picture perfect family. What if the father was a gang leader and ran a very dangerous criminal organization, who ruled over his family with an iron fist. Christian Grey wanted out of the family criminal busi...
