Fifty Shades Of Grey: My Years With Elena #Explicit [Fifty Shades] #fanfic

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

Thursday November 10 2005

"I still don't get why you need all this space just for you, bro."
"It's not JUST for me. Taylor moves in next week too."
And Victoria will also be staying most weekends...
"Taylor's going to be living with you?" He asks gaping in shock.
I frown at him. "He's my assistant, bodyguard and driver - and he heads my security team under Welch. It makes sense to have him on site twenty-four-seven."
"I just didn't realise he was ga..." Elliot stops mid-sentence his face reddening.
Ohhh...So that's where he's going with this...
I clear my throat to break the embarrassing silence. "I've allocated the four rooms to the west of the penthouse to him. He has an office, a bedroom, a large open plan living room with a kitchenette and dining area and a smaller bedroom for when Sophie stays over."
"Sophie?" Elliot asks in confusion.
"Taylor has a little girl he dotes on. Dad's helping him with his divorce proceedings. Sophie lives mainly with his ex-wife, but Dads working on getting him regular weekend access with her."
Elliot nods and takes another sip of his beer. "So - you unpacked all your stuff yet?" He asks obviously eager to change the subject.
"Yes. I had a team of people who did it all. I just supervised."
Elliot shakes his head and chuckles. "Why have a dog and bark yourself, huh?"
"Absolutely." I grin. "I feel better now my new bed has arrived. Nature's Way did an amazing job with it and with kitting out the other bedrooms. Can't thank you enough for recommending them."
"Well I know what an Eco-Warrior you are so I thought they'd fit the brief."
I grin. "They did. They have also put me in touch with a pure stone company who are making my bath. They only carve from sustainable resources."
Elliot nods. "So...what are you planning for the other bedrooms? I might pop in one night when I get lucky!"
I screw my face. "As much as you are welcome to stay anytime, you will NOT be using my penthouse as some kind of banging station!"
Elliot laughs and leans against the breakfast bar. "Seriously bro...How are you going to keep this place clean though? It's HUGE."
"I plan on spending some time next week looking into getting a housekeeper. A live-in one if possible. I need someone who is also capable of cooking though. Otherwise Taylor and I will be living on junk food and take-outs!"
"Oh that'll please Bastille! You'll need more sessions with him so he can whip your asses into shape!" He laughs.
I grin wickedly. "Talking of ass-whippings - fancy a game of pool?"
Elliot's face lights up. "Your table arrived?"
"Sure did and it's a beauty! The grand piano arrives tomorrow and the rest of the furniture will..."
"Why the hell did you buy a grand piano?" Elliot interrupts.
I smirk. "Because I can. Now...pool..?"
Elliot shakes his head chuckling. "Lead the way, Donald Trump."

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Friday November 11 2005

"And what's in here?" Mia asks excitedly opening the door.
"My en-suite. The bath is arriving next week hopefully."
"You could have a party in here!"
I laugh at her innocent enthusiasm. "Sweetheart - I have a large wide open living area. I don't need to host parties in my bathroom!"
"Will you be hosting parties?" She squeaks, her huge brown eyes wide with hope.
"Not if I can help it. Mom does a much better job at that than I could ever do."
She pouts and stalks past me. "What's in here?" She asks as she opens another door.
"My closet." I sigh.
She disappears from view. "This is your closet?" She squeals in a muffled tone. "I could sleep in here!"
I walk into the closet. "I'm sure I can find you a bedroom instead." I hold out my hand. "Come - let's see which room you'd like."
She claps her hands and runs at me and I catch her, embracing her tightly.

We walk upstairs and she skips ahead to the first room opening the door to one of the bathrooms. "Why are all your bathrooms huge?"
"They're not huge. They're just in-keeping with the scale of the penthouse. You don't want a place this size and have to shower in a broom cupboard do you?"
She pulls the door closed and skips to the next door.
"MIA! Be care..."
She body slams into the locked playroom door before I can stop her.
"Aww! What the fuck!"
I reach her in one stride, spinning her around to face me. "Are you okay?" I ask in a panic, searching her face and scanning down her body.
"Why is that damn door locked?" She asks screwing her face in annoyance.
"STOP CUSSING! It's just a storeroom. Nothing exciting."
"So why is it locked?"
Oh Mia. Mainly to protect YOU.
I take her hand and pull her down the corridor. "It's got highly confidential files that I need to keep secure. Now open the next door."
She pushes the next door open and gasps then runs in, squealing as she spins around. I lean against the door frame grinning as I watch her joy. I have kitted the room out in various shades of pink and white as I knew this would be the perfect room for her, close by but far enough away not to hear my screams in the night. As far as she's concerned, I no longer have nightmares.
"Did you do this for me?" She asks her beautiful brown eyes shining.
"Well there's no one else in the world I'd rather have stay over - whose favourite colour is pink."
She barrels over to the white four poster bed, dives onto the pink satin and then twists towards me and holds out her arms. Beaming, I go and sit on the bed next to her and she crawls onto my lap and wraps her arms around me.
"So I can stay here whenever I want?"
I kiss the top of her head. "Within reason, Mia. It might not always be possible, but yes, this room is all yours."
She squeezes me tightly. "I have the best brother in the whole world." She whispers into my neck. I squeeze her in return then I grasp her chin and tilt her head back. "And I have the best sister." I kiss the tip of her nose. "Elliot loves you very much too - even if he doesn't always show it. You know he'd do anything for you."
She nods. "But I love you best." She whispers.
I stroke her dear face. "That's okay. I love you best too."