((Phoebe on the side))

"Why don't we have a scavenger hunt?" I suggest after I put my unfinished work up. My sisters are sitting on the floor of the living room in front of the big flat screen. "I've lived here all my life and I still don't know whats in half of these rooms." I throw my arms up as Phoebe stands with Juliet on her hip.

"I don't think that would be a good idea." Julie reaches out for me, and I take her carefully while making demented faces and talking baby gibberish .

"Well, I've noticed some keys, mysterious keys that I don't know what door they belong to. I think it's time we find out." I wink at my sister. Phoebe slowly nods her head and takes Juliet back. She has a feeling this would end badly. I can tell. "What is we stumble upon a great secret or something?" She questions

"Awe, Phoebe, come on." She huffs.

"Fine. I'll help you execute your mischievous plan." I grin like a mad man. "Go get the keys." She says, waving me off.

"Lets start on this side of the house." I pull the girls along and open the first door we come to. "Oh, it's just the storage closet." I shrug and close it. We only pass the doors that we know what is behind them. That consists of the entire first floor, so we went to the second.

"These must be where the keys come in to play."

"Open that one first." I follow Phoebe's instructions and push the door open. It in't all that amazing, it's just Sophie's room. It is has peach colored walls and a white bed with some black white and blue decorations on the wall.

"I don't think we should go through her stuff, lets go to the next one." We trade the baby, so Phoebe opens the door across the room. It is a crème color with some light greens golds and browns. This must be Mr. and Mrs. Taylor's room. "I don't think we should go through their stuff either."

"Oh come on!" I cry, sounding a lot like a four year old. "We don't have to open any drawers, or open any closets. Just walk around the room?" Phoebe contemplates the thought for a while before nodding her head. I do a little victory dance with Juliet before we walk through the master room.

There is an attached bathroom with a Victorian bathtub, fit for two. Phoebe walks towards the two sinks and runs her hands over the marble, then something in the corner by the mirror catches her eye. She picks the package up and her eyes about pop out. Birth control.

"I know I said we wouldn't look through the drawers or cabinets but with one of the cabinet doors slightly open, I just have to take a peek."

"Okay." I roll my eyes before she opens it.

We regret it immediately.

The first thing we see are condoms, extra large ones to be exact. She slams the door closed and pushes me out of the room. "I've seen enough. Next room."

It is a simple little kitchen area that could hold simple foods. It doesn't have a stove or anything, just a table, refrigerator and a pantry. I end up stealing one of the Hershey bars and sneakily feeding it to my baby sister.

"This one's locked." Phoebe says and takes Juliet from my hands so I can fumble with the pile of keys in my pocket. The first one I try isn't it, and neither was the second.

"What if none of these keys are going to work, they might have, like I don't know, stashed a key somewhere so no one but them knew about it." I shrug and finally the fifth key works. I turned the knob but the room is dark so I search for the light. When the room is illuminated with a soft glow it is like one of my worst nightmares.

I always had a fear of being stuck in a toy store and being chased by the stuffed animals and baby dolls, and now it's as if it's come true. Except for the chasing part. The room is full of all our childhood memories. Toys are everywhere.

"I could call our parents many things, but hoarders would never cross my mind. I haven't seen almost any of these things since I was like five." I laugh and walk over to my old train set that me and my father use to play with. We would play with it every day twenty four seven since I was two. I smiled at the memory. "Why don't we move on? Nothing we haven't seen before in here."

We moved onto the next room, then the next.

"Oh," Is all I can say when we open the door adjacent from Juliet's. We stay silent and look at the naked green walls, hard wood floors, and the lone white rocking chair in the corner. This room was meant for Juliet's twin. Our Mom had a miscarriage and lost the baby. We found out later it was going to be a boy.

"Why don't we ever talk about him?" Phoebe asks. I just shrugged and close the door.

"I guess it's not that big of a deal anymore. And I hate to say that, but I guess everyone just came to peace with it. It's better than him being born and then dieing." I lazily move on to the next door. Of course it was locked as well. "How many secrets do our parents have?" Phoebe adjusts Juliet on her hip while I shift through the keys once again, eliminating the ones I've already used.

"Let's see what this room holds." I say as the door clicks open.

I push the door open till it hits the wall. This room is even darker than the last, if that's even possible. I reach for where I think the light will be but it isn't there. "Let me find the light real quick." Phoebe waits outside the door bouncing Juliet up and down.

I keep feeling along the smooth wall but I can't find anything. If my childhood dream of having x-ray/night vision could kick in, I wish it was now just so I could find the damn light. After a few more seconds of searching, I finally touch something, but it wasn't the light switch. It's tough, thin, leather on one side a softer material on the other side. The further my fingers search the more of these...strips I feel.

"What the hell?" I whisper to myself, I move to the other wall and I find the switch. I flipped the the lights on, and all I see is red. My heart skips a beat.

"Ted wha-" Phoebe stops when she sees what I'm seeing. I look at her then back at the red, black, silk, and leather exhibit.

"Shit."

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Anastasia's POV

"So, about Teddy getting his phone back..." I scratch the back of my neck, knowing what his answer is going to be.

"When he proves himself trust worthy again, only then will I think about it. What happened to us having a night without the kids? Including even talking about them." Christian asks leaning back in his seat. He dosn't look mad. If anything he's exhausted. I guess I can sympathize with him. But even like this, I am in love with this mad man.

"It's just something I've been thinking about. I mean all I do is stay home with the kids and If they don't have an electronic, they drive me crazy sometimes. My life pretty much revolves around them. It's boring." I rest my chin on my hand slumping over. I'm glad we are alone.

"I remember when your life revolved around me." He does a great job of getting off topic. "I told you that you would choose them over me." I can hear the joking tone in his voice, but I know there is some seriousness behind it as well. "Why is it boring?"

"I know Juliet still needs me but she does have the older two, not to mention Sophie who is dropping out of college and has offered to work as a full time nanny if I need her. All Juliet does is play with her toys and crawl around the house. She is satisfied with out being in my arms. I have nothing to do." There is an awkward silence in the air. Christian is staring me down like he knows I have a plan in my little head. Well I do. After the silence has become too thick I speak up. "I could go back to wo-"

"No Ana. We've talked about this and the answer is no. After what happened last time I let you work," He shakes his head remembering one of the worst moments of our lives. "Absolutely not."

"Please? That was a long time ago. He's in prison. He can't hurt me." I reasoned, reaching over the table and running my thumb over his smooth hand. I've never noticed how soft his hands were until now. He sighs looking down at our connected hands and then back at me.

"It's possible to break out of prison. And there's always men like Jack Hyde." I roll my eyes and huff. I use to think that with kids he would loosen up a bit, but not at all with me. "Besides I offered you a job before and you denied it."

"I'm sure with your eyes on me twenty-four seven that won't happen." I joke. He does however have his eyes on me whether it's his eyes or the securities. Yes, I still have shadows.

Christian sits back in his chair a bit but holds onto my hand playing with my little fingers. He has a concentration crease on his forehead. "Well, maybe we can work something out." I lean over the table more, putting my breasts on full view. I see lust flash through his eyes but he quickly regains, or trys to regain himself.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there might be a way for me to literally have my eyes on you twenty-four seven." I pull away from his touch and sit back.

"And what would that be?" Our relaxing dinner suddenly turns into a business deal.

"You must agree to it first." I know it must be bad if he won't tell me before hand.

"I know how this works with you." I smile. "What are the conditions, and what's the position?" I take a sip of wine and wait or his answer.

"The position can be anything you want." The side of his lovely lips turns up as I cough at his sexual innuendo. "But if you must know my preference of the position, you have to agree."

I know he will do nothing to harm me, but by the look on his face I know there is something evil brewing in his head. I sigh and weigh all the pros and cons to this. There aren't any cons. "Okay." He raised an eye brow at me as if waiting for me to say more. "Fine," I laugh, "I agree to...whatever you are think about at the moment."

"Good. You'll start as soon as possible." He takes a drink still leaving out the title of the position. I am about to speak up when the waiter comes by to take our order. Christian orders us the Lamb Rosemary-grilled loin with potato rösti and thumbelina carrots with another bottle of their finest wine. Once the waiter leaves the room I start speaking.

"And what exactly is the job?" I asked. He pauses for what seems to be dramatic effect, just looking at me before speaking.

"My assistant." I choke on air, sputtering all over the place trying to form a coherent sentence.

"Since when did you have an assistant?" If I find out he's had some hoe in his office twenty four seven I'll slap him and beat the girl.

"Since now." I guess I take that back. With an uncanny ability to read my mind, Christian he answers my next question. "It involves doing only the work I give you, unlimited vacation days, my office twenty-four seven, you go everywhere for me and with me, and help me tend to...personal problems." His signature boyish grin stretches across his face.

"And there is no way of getting out of this?" I joke.

"Nope.