Victoria.
This morning, I woke up early, determined to surprise Christian with breakfast. I wanted to show him that I could cook, too—not just depend on him all the time.
By the time he walked into the dining room, I was just setting the last plate on the table.
"Good morning, Christian Grey!" I quipped, grinning.
He looked every bit the billionaire in his crisp white shirt—no tie—and tailored dark pants. Something about the way he carried himself always screamed "Christian Grey" to me, but with a softer edge.
A smirk tugged at his lips. "Top of the morning to you, beautiful," he replied, pulling me into one of his signature bear hugs.
"You smell amazing," I muttered, letting the scent of his cologne wrap around me. “But why do you hate ties so much?”
He chuckled, his ch
