A/N: As always, thank you for following my story and the amazing reviews.

I would like to say that I definitely did not lose my mojo…I did however lose all energy right down to rock bottom. In a moment of complete insanity I took on extra responsibility at work for the next three months while still keeping a lot of my current responsibility. Couple that with my inability to say no to anyone asking me to "Quickly help with something?" Even if it is never quickly and usually ends up taking hours of my day and yes, I'm completely burned out. Where I normally work from 7:30 (after an hour and 15 minute drive to work) until 01:00 with only three hours spent with the kids before they go to bed, I can't seem to stay awake after 21:00 lately. I'm trying to prioritize…even just being able to stay awake…but I'm failing on both.

Also, all chapters were moved up a bit to accommodate two reader requests which seemed like fun to write…thank you so much for them!

Before I forget, writing is a mission for me right now. Editing to ensure no mistakes…well, I would appreciate it very much if you could just read over it in this chapter. I sincerely apologize in advance.

Chapter 34: "Hello, is this Christian Grey?"

Christian POV:

Ana hasn't brought up the fact that her mother has called all day. I've been tempted to ask her about it a couple of times, but I want her to tell me herself. I'm almost certain that if it was a good chat between mother and daughter, she would have told me. That is also what gave me pause, not knowing if her mother called to check on her…or us. After dinner Ana excused herself to go and call her dad. It's probably to tell him that Carla called her today and it doesn't bother me. Whatever she needs to work this out for herself, is fine by me. This relationship is still new to both of us and according to Flynn it takes a while for two people to start to depend on each other first and the rest of the people come after. I've never paid as much attention during my therapy sessions as I have lately and it seems to be helping.

I'm reading through one ridiculous article after the other. How people get paid to think up shit like this is beyond me. Sam promised to have retractions printed for the three articles implying that Ana is a gold digger dating me for my money. If they only knew how far off the mark they are with that one? Elliot mentioned that Kate offered to do an accurate article about us to put rumors to bed and I graciously declined. I'm not giving these fuckers anything. Ana said she's fine and don't care about what's being said about us. Until that changes, Sam has instructions to decline all requests for interviews, comments and to try and contain the situation as much as possible. After consulting with everyone regarding the fact that I don't want Ana to feel like a prisoner being transported between Grey House and Escala, I've decided to ask Ana if she is up to an outing. It will create even more mayhem, but I want to ensure she still feels as if we have a life and also, I want people to see us together like a normal couple.

When my phone rings with an unknown number, I reject the call…twice. On the third ring I decide to answer just as Taylor walks into my study with papers in his hand. With any luck, he found something on Ana's father, Stephen Morton or even better, Jack Hyde. I show him to take a seat while I take the call.

"Grey," I answer annoyed that whoever it is, couldn't understand that I didn't want to answer my fucking phone.

"Hello, is this Christian Grey?" I hear a woman's voice and I'm instantly pissed off. She clearly does not know me, which makes me curious as to how she got my number.

"Yes, who is this?" I ask and Taylor sits up on high alert.

"This is Carla Adams, Anastasia's mother. I'm terribly sorry to bother you." I hear her, I just don't believe her. Or her guts. Calling me, on my private phone, when she should be calling her daughter to resolve whatever was said between them this morning.

"What can I do for you, Mrs. Adams?" I ask impatiently.

"I was actually looking for Anastasia. When I couldn't reach her, I got worried and called Kate. Your bother answered her phone as she was taking a bath. He gave me your number, saying that Ana's with you." She quickly explains.

"Unfortunately she's not with me at the moment. It would be better if you called her phone. She has it with her." I tell her.

"I tried, but it must be set on silent or something as she's not picking up. Can you please ask her to call me as we never finished our conversation this morning?"

"I will give her the message." I say, expecting this call to be over.

"She can be so over sensitive some times. I asked one stupid question and she ended the call with some lame excuse. And that after I haven't heard from her in months. Total lack of respect for her own mother. I don't know what Ray's been teaching that girl." She complains and I wasn't about to sit here and listen to her trying to put the blame on Ana for their broken relationship.

"Yes, I know, you haven't spoken since her graduation, right?" I ask, but no answer comes. "I'm not someone to beat around the bush Mrs. Adams, so I'll be honest with you. Since you are the parent and she is your child, you could've made an effort to contact her if you wished to do so seeing as her number is still the same. And one thing I can tell you about your daughter, is that she is definitely not over sensitive. It might be just your total lack of interest in her life up to this point that made her end the conversation. And you wouldn't have had to worry about what Ray's been teaching her, if you made the effort to teach her yourself." I say in the calmest tone possible while Taylor sits across me with a smile on his face.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. You haven't even known her for that long. I thought you could reason with her to talk to me, talk some sense into her, but you seem to be just as unreasonable as Anastasia." She wouldn't need the help of a total stranger if she was not the reason for the broken relationship in the first place. The damn nerve of this woman.

"Close friends and family calls her Ana. Please don't call this number again, unless you've decided that you want a relationship with Ana and she decided that it's what she wants. Until then, I've really got nothing to say to you, Mrs. Adams." I disconnect the call and toss my phone onto my desk. "Elliot." I explain, seeing the question in Taylor's eyes as my phone number is very rarely given to anyone.

"Do you want me to block the number?" he asks. Normally, I would do just that, but I'm actually hoping she calls me back after I've discussed this with Ana.

"No, it's fine. What do you have there?" I point to the papers and he looks at it before looking back to me. As he starts to explain, my phone rings again and it's just the person I would like to have a word with. "I've got to take this. It won't take long."

"Shit, Christian, I'm so sorry. She said that she couldn't get hold of Ana and that she needed to talk to her urgently. I thought that since she was Ana's mother and she did say it was urgent, it wouldn't be a problem. But then I told Kate about the call and she pretty much lost it. I didn't know that they didn't have a good relationship and that Ana was probably just avoiding her. I'm so sor…" He went on before I could even say "What the fuck Elliot?" and I interrupt.

"Elliot, its fine. Truth is that I prefer her phoning me instead of upsetting Ana. I know she phoned this morning and was transferred to Ana, but she hasn't brought it up yet so I don't know what was said. I do know that if it was a pleasant conversation, that Ana would have told me about it." I explain, again feeling the need to discuss this with Ana before we go to bed tonight.

"What kind of woman would not want a relationship with a daughter as amazing as Ana? Do you think that her sudden interest is relating to the recent media circus we have to deal with?" He asks and I sit back in my chair. Elliot may actually be helpful in my plan to keep Ana with me as long as possible.

"Media still camping outside of their apartment?" I know, but I want to ensure that he knows and by default, Kate as well.

"Absolute fucking nightmare. The building manager phoned Kate to ask her to get rid of them as they are disturbing the other tenants. What the idiot expects Kate to do about it, is beyond me. If it was as simple as asking them to move along, one of us would have done that by now." Then he talks softer and I'm assuming it's in order for Kate not to hear. "To be honest with you, Bro and do not repeat this. They can camp out there for as long as they like. Even if she can't boil water, she is amazing to have around. We had dinner on the patio. And that new housekeeper can actually cook like a master chef. Anyway, then we washed the dishes together before having a glass of wine at the kitchen counter where we sat and just talked. I never thought that having a girlfriend as a roommate would be this great. Or maybe it's just because it is Kate. Whatever it is, I fucking love it. How are you holding up with your roommate?" He asks and I can't help but smile

"Pretty much the same. Grateful for the media circus forcing our co-habitation. I actually hope they just stay there too. I would even build a roof in front to protect them from the elements, but that might be a little obvious. But I'm not an idiot, they will soon get bored and move on and then the girls will go back home. Until then, I plan to enjoy every moment of it." I might even get to use the new toys that arrived today.

"Speaking of enjoying, I just wanted to apologize for giving your number to Ana's mother, but now that we're good, I will let you go. Oh, Kate said to tell you to not let Carla fool you. She might seem nice, but that she's a good actress and not a good mother." He says and then disconnects the call. After speaking with the woman for five minutes, I came to that conclusion myself.

"Still trying to work up the nerve to ask Ana to move in?" Taylor asks when I give him my full attention again. "You know there is no fixed time on when it is right to move in together right? I mean, if you know you're with the right person, you just know."

"The question is if she feels the same way I do. She's still very young and let's face it, all that comes with me can be fucking overwhelming." This is becoming easier…having a normal conversation with Taylor.

"She feels the same. Quit being scared of her answer or her reaction to everything before you even discussed something with her. I know you want to ask her about the call this morning and maybe she's waiting for you to have a quiet moment to have that discussion with you. Either way, the only way to find out is to ask her." I should stop paying John and just have more conversations with Taylor.

"So, what do you have there?" I ask again.

"It's the specs Welch received on the SIP servers. It seems they are due for an upgrade, which is actually perfect. We want to install new servers as soon as possible and then transfer the data from the old server while reviewing every file. I doubt that if there is something to find, that it would be in plain sight. This will give us an opportunity to go through the entire server." He explains and hands me the specs with the proposal for the new server and action plan on how to do the data transfer.

I trust my team and know that they would do a good job. After a quick glance, I sign the quote and hand the papers back to him. I don't know which one I prefer, that they find nothing and Hyde did just make a stupid move or that there is something we could use to keep him behind bars longer. If we find something, it would mean that Ana was attacked by a monster and it could've been so much worse.

"I wasn't planning on telling you just yet as we are dealing with it, but there have been threats against Ana. We expected it, I'm sure you did too. Assholes wanting a quick payday and seeing Ana as their ticket to get it. Women feeling that Ana ruined their chance with you. Others who wants to meet her and even a few invitations to some events. The invitations I will forward to Ana and leave it to her to decline or accept. For now, it seems most of the threats are empty threats, but we will keep investigating to be sure." Even though I expected something like this, I'm still horrified to hear that it actually happened. "Sawyer is well aware of every threat and lead. He will keep her safe. Between the bunch of us, no one will get to her…especially here." He adds with a smile, giving me more reason to keep her here…or rather, one more reason to ask her to stay here a bit longer…preferably for good. Maybe this weekend would be a good time for me to ask her?

When Taylor leaves, I decide that Ana had enough time by herself. This not pushing her shit is really not easy. I know how shitty it is to have a mother who don't give a fuck about you. I actually hope that I get to meet Carla soon, even if it is just to show her that Ana don't need her. Walking straight to the library, I find her reading a book again. She still has that sexy skirt on with her blue silk top. She took off her shoes, but left the stockings.

"I knew I would find you in here." I tell her as I lift her legs to sit beside her.

"I needed something to take my mind of things. Did you finish what you had to do?"

"That and more. Want to talk about what's bothering you? I'm a good listener." I tease and see her smile.

"You? A good listener? The person who told you that, is a bad liar."

"Okay, let me rephrase. I'm a good listener when you are the one talking." I correct and wait for her to tell me what's on her mind.

"My mother called this morning." Finally we are getting to the elephant she tried to ignore all day. "I didn't answer my phone, so she called Grey House and was transferred to me. She asked me how I was doing and I told her I'm doing great. That I'm glad she called. I thought she would at least say that she missed me too, but she said that she could see that I'm doing well for myself and that she didn't understand why I didn't call her to tell her that I'm dating someone. That dating you is something a daughter should want to share with her mother." She tells me as if it doesn't bother her or maybe she got over it.

"So you ended the call?" I ask and she smiles.

"Yes, before I could tell her that caring about her daughter is something a mother should do. I didn't want to start a fight with her." She frowns and move to straddle my lap, her skirt riding up her thighs to reveal her delicate white panties and the lace trimmings of the stockings. "How did you know that, Mr. Grey?" She asks, kissing my neck with one hand on my chest and the other around my neck. The feeling of her touching me is still new and yet feels like the most normal thing in the world.

"She called Kate when you weren't answering and Elliot gave her my number. She then called me to talk some sense into you as you've been ignoring her calls." I tell her, expecting her to get upset. By her pushing down on my rapid growing erection, I'm assuming she's not. My fingers tentatively trail the lace on her thigh.

"Oh well, I can't say I'm surprised. Is that why you came looking for me? To talk some sense into me?" She whispers into my ear and I grip onto her waist, pushing her down harder and wishing we were both naked.

"No, I wanted to see you. Make sure you're okay." She nips my ear. "Right now, I'm all for fucking some sense out of you." I groan when she starts to grind her sex over my crotch and making those soft feminine sounds revealing how much this is turning her on. Guess the conversation is over.

She sits up and starts to unbutton her top, staring straight into my eyes and still moving on my erection. Where I would normally pick her up and carry her off to bed to fuck her properly, I'm enjoying the show of my girl seducing me. Not that much seduction is ever needed for me to want her more than my next breath. Throwing the shirt onto the floor, she gives me a chaste kiss before getting up and taking off her bra and skirt, dropping both to join her shirt. She grabs the sound system's remote and select a song from my playlist. I grin when it's the same song she listened to this morning. Chains and whips might not excite me anymore, but the idea of tying Ana up and driving her insane…well, that is a fucking massive turn on.

Dressed only in her panties and stockings, she slowly straddles me again and starts to unbutton my shirt. I move my hand to her breast and pinch her nipple, making her moan and push down hard. "You like that, baby?" Damn, I should've brought the nipple clamps I got for her. She licks from my neck to my ear.

"Yes." She whispers and pressing her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth.

My hand finds her sex and even through her panties can I feel how wet she is for me. I slip my fingers under her panties and through her wet folds and she moves back to put her hands on my knees while pushing into my hand. When she starts to ride my hand, I move my other hand to the top of her panties and tug to tear it off in order for me to slip another finger into her and to get rid of the flimsy material obstructing my view. Oh hell, and what a view it is?

"Fuck, baby. You look so hot fucking my hand. Do you want to come like this, Ana?" I ask, looking into her glazed eyes, her lip between her teeth.

I move my other hand to support her back and lower my head in order for my mouth to reach her breast. When I lick around her nipple, I feel the muscles of her sex gripping onto my fingers and I move faster, rubbing that spot inside her that drives her wild. I came in here to talk to her, but fuck if this is not the most unexpected erotic treat I've ever gotten. But while I'm feasting and biting on her perfectly erect nipples, she can't move to fuck my hand and that shit is hot. I release her nipple and pull her back up, but I stop moving my hand. After conveying her disapproval, she starts to move on my hand again with her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin and making my erection painfully hard.

When she gets close to her climax, she moves her hands to my belt and start to undo it as fast as she can. I move my fingers inside her again while she opens my pants. A couple of thrusts later she comes and I pick her up to put her on the desk a few feet away. I put her down and immediately drop my pants to push by erection into her before she even recovered from her orgasm. The feeling of her wet sex, soaked with her juices, hot and tight around my dick, is driving me to fuck her harder. Her hands are gripping onto my arms beside her. With her hair spread around her head and her breast moving with each thrust, I try to get deeper into her. She moves her legs and lift them to throw them over my arms, opening herself to me completely.

I hold myself back for what feels like forever until she is right there with me, ready to come for me again. I only let go when she screams my name and her muscles starts to milk my dick, spilling into her and still I find myself wanting to fuck her again. Like a junky I want my next fix while still high on my current one. Never fully satisfied because the high is just that fucking good.

A/N: Next chapter…the new toys.