A/N: September 6, 2016: Guess who's back! ;) I know I've been away from this story far too long.. So I was thinking about deleting the whole story and starting over, but I've decided just to edit pre-existing chapters. My writing has improved (I think) in the last two years so there are some serious edits that need to be made! Enjoy!

"I just don't see why I need more security..." whines Ana as she stands in the doorframe of her manager's office. It was taking everything in her not to stamp her feet like a child. But seriously another security?

"Because you're every man's wet dream Anastasia Steele and you've acquired a few stalkers since appearing on the front of Maxim... or did you forget?"

Groaning loudly and throwing herself on his couch, "I have three guys that follow me everywhere but the damn near bathroom and you want to hire someone else?" she says staring at him with wide eyes.

Her manager, an older gentleman that sees her as more of a daughter than anything else looks at her over his glasses "Don't start Ana. I mean it. You know Steve is stepping down to get married; we need three guys for you. And I need someone I trust completely; you know how I feel about Matt."

"And this guy you trust completely? Who the hell is this guy? And where did you find him," she says as she folds her arms.

"A guy I've known for a while," he says not looking up from his paperwork.

"Well what does my dad think?"

"What do you think Ray thinks? The more security the better, obviously. He worries about you."

"Of course he does, which reminds me, I need to call him," she says picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

"Young lady, your word please."

"My word on what?"

"Anastasia"

She sighs loudly "Fiiiiiine, I'll meet the guy. But if I don't like him he is out. He better be cool. I do have an image to maintain" she says putting on her sunglasses and walking out of his office. "I'm off to the set"

He rolls his eyes, "Tomorrow at 3, he's coming to the house. Don't be hungover."

Now she rolls her eyes. "Keep your hair on, Pops. You know I don't drink while we're shooting."

"Do you think I was born yesterday? You go on hiatus for 6 weeks as of tomorrow? Last day of shooting? I know what that means. God this man is going to have his work cut out for him. Speaking of which, where are you going tonight?"

"Just out with some of the cast and maybe some of the girls, relax. Can I go now?"

"No I cannot relax, behave yourself, we've talked about not going down the Lindsay Lohan road."

"Yes, yes I'm fully aware."

"Kick ass season by the way. The number of tweets for last week's episode were unreal."

"I know! I don't know how people do it. I was exhausted by the end."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow? Presentable?"

"Yes sir," she says with a salute.

Anastasia Steele was one of the hottest TV actresses on the market and had recently broken into the movie industry in the summer's newest romantic comedy. She was 23, beautiful, and one of the few with a good head on her shoulders. She was currently in the 4th season of her show Front and Center; a television series about the elite dance team of the fictitious university Kennedy Rhodes University and the drama that surrounds it's members. She pulls up to the set and sets her sunglasses on her head and looks up at the studio, her home and feels a dull ache in her heart as she walks in. For the last few months, she had been seeing one of her co-stars Jeremy, but had recently ended things as he's being written out of the show and moving to England. She wouldn't say she was in love so to speak, but she was definitely going to miss him and the sex- oh yes she would definitely miss the sex.

"THERE SHE ISSS" slurs her best friend on both the show, and (on most days) real life, Kate. "We've been waiting for you to get here, what took yaaaa"

"Dealing with Mark of course, he wants to hire more security"

"Oh stupid, because sex on legs is getting married? God I wish I tapped it when I had the chance, and look now he's wifed. Ugh I'm doomed to be single for life" she sighs.

"Don't be so dramatic. Why do you reek of vodka?"

"Oh, come on, I'm not even shooting today. Are you even shooting? I don't even know why we're here. To do the whole goodbye thing for Jeremy? Please." She freezes and looks at her. "Sorry Steele"

"It's fine."

"I know what that means, I'll drop it."

"Thanks, let's just get this over with."

After a teary goodbye for everyone, as well as speech after speech, they called it quits for 6 weeks. But not after several threats from the directors to under no circumstances get hurt in the hiatus, and of course to stress the mandatory dance classes that will still be going on to keep them in shape. After a long night out, Ana stumbles into her mansion in LA around 4 am and lands face down in bed. As sleep takes her she can't help but wonder what she was forgetting. She wakes up the next morning to her phone vibrating.

"Fuckkkkk, what time is it, and who is calling me" she said looking at her phone and seeing Mark's name causing her to groan. "For God's sakes WHAT?" She says rubbing a hand over her face and sighing when she sees the remnants of her mascara and eyeliner all over her hand. Damn, I have to start remembering to take my makeup off when I'm drunk.

"Well hello sunshine, I figured I needed to call you to make sure you weren't lying face down in your own vomit."

"Ha ha. I'll have you know I'm not even hungover... I didn't even drink last night"

"Bull shit."

"Okay, well whatever, what time is it?"

"10 AM, we'll be there at 3. Be ready"

"Whatever, I'm going back to bed, okay?"

"3 O clock Anastasia I mean it"

Click.

The next thing she knew she was waking up to a pounding on her bedroom door.

"Go awayyyyyyy" she whines.

"ANA STEELE I SWEAR TO GOD." She opens her eyes wide and shoots straight up to see her manager standing at the end of her bed.

"What time is it?!"

"3:15"

"Shit Mark, I'm sorry! 10 minutes." She says jumping out of bed.

"No ma'am, let's go. Right now."

"What? Oh come on. Let me at least brush my teeth and throw a brush through my hair"

"GO," he points at the bathroom.

"Is he here?"

"Yes, he understands punctuality"

"Well good for him" she says with a blatant eye roll.

Mark walks downstairs and finds him walking around her living room, looking at pictures.

"Sorry, she's..."

"Hungover... Honestly Mark? I don't have time to chase around a party girl."

"She's rarely like this... She went on hiatus yesterday and-"

"Save it. She's got a pretty face and has money. She's young, immature, and my talents are too good to be holding some girl's hair back while she pukes up tequila shots or holding her bags while she shops. No."

"You promised you would meet her. Come on, she's the hottest thing in Hollywood right now, and she's a baby. I'm trying to keep her out of all that. That's why she needs security... someone like you. Keep her out of trouble"

"I'm not a fucking babysitter" he fires back.

"You'd be a well-paid one"

"It's not about the money, Mark."

"Look, I'm down a man, and she's got stalkers and crazies coming at her left and right"

"Maybe she shouldn't have been half naked on the cover of Maxim" although he had to admit, she looked really fucking good. That long chestnut brown hair, those big eyes, and those lips, that smile. She may be a kid, but god damn.

"I thought you didn't know much about her," he raises an eyebrow at him. "Look just fill in until I find someone else. But I trust you. I need someone I trust. One of our other guys... he's... Well he's another story. I need someone with their head on straight. Come on. Please"

"Fine, I'm agreeing to meeting her, that's it. But if she's a brat I'm out."

"Well there's the door" They both turn around to see Ana leaning against the door jam in an off the shoulder sweater and leggings. Her face is completely rid of all makeup and her hair is in a high ponytail. She sips her coffee as she looks him up and down.

"Ana," Mark warns. "This is Christian Grey, Christian, this is Anastasia Steele."

Ana makes no effort to move until Mark shoots her a look of death. She rolls her eyes and walks toward them and sticks her hand out with a fake smile. "Nice to meet you"

He looks at her hand and then at Mark. "No"

She snorts "Took the words right out of my mouth"

Mark shoots her another look. "You go"

"Whatever" she says rolling her eyes and leaving the room.

"She needs discipline. A fuck ton of it. Where are her parents?"

"She's 23 not 15 Christian, her dad lives in Seattle... her mom is... well she lives around here, they have an odd relationship"

"I'm not interested in details"

"Christian, come on."

"She's a brat."

"That's just a front. She's pissed. Her and the guy getting married, he was the head of security and well they were like siblings and she's irritated that he's leaving. She'll come around"

"I'm not interested in waiting for her to come around. I'm not going to convince someone that their safety is a big deal, if she doesn't give a shit, neither do I."

Mark's phone whirls to life, and he looks down. "I have to take this, please don't go" as he answers and walks out of the room.

"God dammit, what have I gotten myself into, this is why I don't do Hollywood" he says to himself as he sits on the couch and puts his head in his hands.

"For what it's worth, I want you here even less than you want to be here," he takes his hands away from his eyes to see her standing in front of him. "Coffee?" she says holding a cup in front of him.

"What, did you spit in it?" he asks taking the cup from her.

"No, although that wouldn't have been a bad idea" He eyes her warily. "I'm a lot of things, but I am not a bad hostess."

"Ms. Steele, I'm not sure what you've been told but- "

"Ana"

"What?"

"My name is Ana."

"Don't interrupt me, Ms. Steele."

She rolls her eyes for the umpteenth time "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Does what hurt?"

"Having whatever it is shoved so far up your ass"

"Okay, you need to learn some manners, tell Mark, I said no thanks."

"Seeeee ya!"

He heads towards the door before he freezes, turns around and walks back over to her pushing her against the wall despite her protest to "Get the fuck off". "You know what you need?"

"A good fuck? I'm well aware"

"A spanking."

"Lucky for me, my parents were never much into physical discipline" she says with a smirk.

"I didn't mean from your parents"

"You lay a hand on me, and I'll have you in jail so fast your head would spin"

He chuckles and shakes his head and lets her arm go "You'll learn."

"What does that mean?"

"That attitude won't get you far" he says raising an eyebrow at her

"Thanks for the advice. But I'm good."

And with that he's gone leaving her with the sick feeling that it wasn't the last she'd seen of Christian Grey. And even more importantly wondering why she had a fire between her legs that was not there this morning...