Chapter 1: Heartache
It had been a week since I talked to Christian. I had barely eaten the day I left him. I have felt sick to my stomach. The only time I actually ate anything was when I got home from work. Usually it was just a sandwich or a salad or even soup. It was all I could bare. I wished Kate was here to ease the pain, but she was still on vacation with her family and Elliot. Oh how I miss Kate.
After a hot shower I put on my sweats and tank top then went straight to bed. I lay in the bed covering myself with my duvet. Eventually crying myself to sleep. I am sitting over Christian's knee. The belt in his hand smacked my behind hard. I scream in pain. Again it hits my behind. I scream.
Waking up in a cold sweat. My breathing is rapid and my throat hurts. I grab the cup of water on my night and drink fiercely. I looked at the alarm clock. It says 3:45 am. Shit! I hadn't gotten a good night sleep since I left Christian. Some nights I got no sleep at all others I couldn't go back to sleep because of the dreams.
Jack had been on my ass everyday. He yelled at me earlier this week when he caught sleeping on my desk. He was beginning to scare me. Something about him made on edge. It seem like he was up to something. He was always in a bad mood when I came into work. At some points he would stand so close to me I could his breath on the back of my neck.
At 8'clock I arrive at work wearing my pair of jeans and my favorite navy blue blouse. I braided my hair up and put up in a bun. It was cool today so I wore my light blue hoodie. As soon as I got to my desk I hear Jack yell from his.
"Ana, get in here."
"Yes, sir." I answered.
"Take these letters and revise them and they better be done by the end of the day or you'll be here late, again." I could sense tension in his voice.
"Yes, sir" I nodded taking the letters.
I hated Jack. He made it seem like working was a crime. It was like this everyday. Revise letters or revise reports. Being an intern for someone who cared nothing about the job itself except harassing women. Sometimes I wanted to cry or even quit, but subconscious wouldn't let me. She would tell me I needed the money to pay rent and my bills.
At lunchtime Jack demanded I go get lunch. I would walk down the street to the deli and order his lunch. When I tried to sit down for my lunch he would interrupt me by giving something to make copies. He sometimes come to the copier and squeezes my ass then smirk at me. I didn't like him touching me inappropriately. He was my boss for crying out loud. What did he want from me?
Finally back my desk started to work on revising the letters. The ping of my mail app startled me.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Can we talk over dinner?
Date: June 9, 2011 13:15
To: Anastasia Steele
Dear Miss. Steele,
I'm sorry to brother you at work, but I was wondering if you would join me for dinner tonight. I think we need to talk. If you are available I can make reservations. Will you please join me?
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
Is he serious? I roll my eyes. I don't know if I can face him right now. I hit reply.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Re: Can we talk over dinner?
Date: June 9, 2011 13:20
To: Christian Grey
Dear Mr. Grey,
I appreciate the offer but I don't think I can face you right now. I'm sorry. I need more time. Please understand.
Anastasia Steele
Intern, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: I understand.
Date: June 9, 2011 13:25
To: Anastasia Steele
…You don't want to see me right now. I don't blame you considering after what I did to you. I was just hopping we could talk about it. I'm truly sorry for my actions and I have been beating myself over the bush about it since you left. Please reconsider.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
Oh my god, he sounds desperate. My face starts to sting think about what happen.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Please don't.
Date: June 9, 2011 13:30
To: Christian Grey
Dear Mr. Desperate,
You think I can just take you back like that. You're wrong. You hit me. I'm really sorry but I can't. Not now maybe not ever.
Anastasia Steele
Intern, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: RE: Please don't.
Date: June 9, 2011 13:35
To: Anastasia Steele
Miss. Steele,
I'm sorry you feel that way. Perhaps you are right. I hope you can forgive me in the future. I'm sorry you think I sound desperate. I will not bother you again.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
Wow, that was little harsh. I shake my head. Close my email and get to work the letters. When 5'clock rolls around I finish editing the last of the letters then knock on Jacks door.
"Come in." I hear answer.
"Hi." I murmur shyly. "I finished revising the letters you gave me."
He holds out hand. I place the letters in his hand waiting for him to give the okay. He glances up at me. His eyes narrowed.
"There is a misspelling in this one." He hands me back one the letters.
"Jack, please I'm…." I try to tell him but he cuts me off.
"I said there is misspelling in this one. Fix it or you will be here all night until you do." He yells throwing the letter at me.
"Yes, sir." I say picking it up.
I sit back my desk. I am so tried I want to go home. I shook my head then searched for the letter that Jack gave to correct. As I finished correcting it Elizabeth came in, she froze when she saw me at my desk.
"Ana, Your still here?" She asked.
"Yeah, Jack wanted had me correct a something."
She shook head and sighed. "You exhausted, Ana. Why don't go home you go home and get some sleep. I'll have a word with Jack about keeping you so late."
"I don't mind." I told yawning.
"Well I do. He knows better than to keep interns past five. Four should be the latest. It's company policy. Go home, Ana." Elizabeth said as the printer finished printing the letter. "I'll take that."
I smiled handing her the letter then grabbing my purse. I head for the door. I had to take the bus to and from work since I left the Audi with Christian. Oh god I'm thinking of him again. Pull yourself together, Ana My subconscious growls at me. I had to stop thinking about him. I don't need to start crying now especially on the bus. What was I going to do? I miss Kate. I want to talk her so badly.