Fifty Shades of Mr. Grey(Complete)

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Our three-week honeymoon in Europe was wonderful. Can't remember the last time I was on holiday. Christian showed me London, Madrid and the South of France. We were living on a 1920's yacht called: 'The Fair Lady'. Three weeks in our own little bubble of being in each other's company 24/7, was beyond wonderful. We played around a great deal. Taylor and Christian started to look better and better as time progressed. 

Taylor and his men always not too far off, kept an eye on us. On the jet ride back, I fell asleep in my chair across from Christian reading the financial times. I felt myself being lifted from my chair and being carried to the king size bed at the back of our jet. Christian laid me down and covered me with lovely silk duvet. I felt Christian's side of the bed dent in as he lay down beside me, drifting back to deep sleep. I was kissed awake by wonderful familiar lips.

'Mr. Grey, I can get used to waking up like this every day.'

'I'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Grey. We better get seated we're approaching Sea-Tac International.'

'Yes.' I got up brushed my hair, washed my face quickly then took my seat beside Christian. He took my hand. He knows how nervous I get with take offs and landings. We descend and fear grip me slightly as I grab my husband's hand. He is rubbing my knuckles with his thumb. We landed and only then I relaxed s bit.

'We're home Mrs. Grey.' He let go of my hand to talk to our pilot. I got our things and headed down to our waiting cars. Sawyer held the door for me.

'Congratulations Mrs. Grey.' He said to break the silence.

'Thank you, Luke.' I said sliding into the car. Christian got in on the other side. Sawyer informed Christian first on all the latest that happened here in Seattle while we were on our honeymoon. Seeing and feeling Christian tense up, I know my carefree Christian from our honeymoon is over. I saw it all evaporate in front of my eyes as he took my hand. 

We drove off and he kissed my hand then smiled at me, then looked out the window clenching his jaw. Not wanting to set him off, knowing how quick his anger can flair up, I just kept quite holding his hand in both of mine. Arriving at Escala things look normal from the garage. My Saab was still parked where I left it. Taylor parked our car and we joined Sawyer as the elevator doors open. 

Christian took my hand and clenched his jaw again. What is eating anew at my dear fifty? I wonder. Arriving at the penthouse the whole foyer was covered in shattered glass, the end table lay on its side. The Madonna and Child hung crooked on the wall. The double doors are both broken and hung off their hinges.

'Mr. and Mrs. Grey stay here.' Taylor said retrieving his gun from his holster. Sawyer joined in the pursuit. Christian just held me close. A couple of shots fired, Christian protectively moved in front of me pressing me into the corner of the elevator. A few minutes later, Taylor and Sawyer came back to get us. Christian insisted on carrying me over the threshold of Escala, putting me back on my feet as we took in the full extent of the incident inside of our home. 

Ryan's head was bleeding along with his mouth and he had a rather deep gash on his forehead. I don't see our other security with gaping bullet holes in them. I sigh of relieve. Christian tightly held me to his side. A shiver ran up and down my body when I saw who was lying unconscious on the floor by Ryan's feet. It's Jack, my old ex-boss and blackmailing creep. Taylor bound Jack's hands with cable ties and started to search him with gloves. Christian move closer leaving me by the breakfast bar. Mrs. Jones rushed to my side holding my hand.

'Are you okay, Mrs. Jones?'

'Yes, Mrs. Grey. I was rushed off to the panic room.'

'Good, I'm glad you're safe, Mrs. Jones.' A stern look crossed Christian's face then it crossed over to hot anger when he looked from Jack to me and now the panic that was starting to show on my husband's face was very alarming and I knew our honeymoon phase has now completely faded away back on the jet. I got my things then left the great room for our bedroom. Christian followed me and closed the door behind him. I sat heavily on our bed with my head in my hands.