My belly is making tiger noises and hurts; my tummy is telling me it is hungry.

My mommy is sleeping; she is prettyfull when she is sleeping.

In the fridge there is a box with smelly food that is stringy and brown, it tastes funny, but I eat it.

Today is not a good day, mommy is not happy today.

I try wake mommy, she is very cold and not opening her eyes.

The door flies open and HE is there, he drags my hair and pushes me against the wall to touch my mommy.

I hate him. He rings someone and then he is gone. He shouts 'good riddance, filthy whore' on his way out. He calls mommy that a lot.

I shoot up in my bed, panting and desperately looking for my breath feeling the sharp stabs of pain my nightmares bring me. I peek at my alarm, it's 04:30am, I check my schedule for the morning on my iPad, breakfast meeting at 06:00, then a meeting for the University my company is supporting for their food technology aiming to eradicate worldwide famine, lunch meeting with my mother, and then an appointment with my therapist. I ask myself why again I agreed to this meeting, why Christina, why?

I pull myself out of bed and head for the shower, as the scolding water burns my skin I think about the mundane questions from the university interview, there is never any real thought put into the question, information they could probably cut and paste from a previous interview. 'To what do I owe my success? What is my biggest achievement to date? Blah, blah, blah.'

I opt to have my hair in a tight ponytail today, slight mascara and a gray suit and crisp white silk shirt, thank you Mrs. Jones. I don't know what I would do without my staff. I slip on my black heeled Jimmy Choo shoes, and head for breakfast. The smell of pancake batter hits me as soon as I exit my room and can hear the spitting of the frying bacon, she must know of my long day ahead.

I pick at my breakfast as I read the daily news and stock reports, it's a buying market at the moment, which will work perfectly to my advantage, as I am just foreclosing on a huge deal in Portland where WSU lies, I am intending on purchasing a new technology business, producing Cell Phones with 7 days battery life, I like a challenge.

I finish off my breakfast and rinse it down with fresh orange and make my way out for breakfast with my old family friend, Elena Robinson. I hadn't seen her in some time, since my last sub, nearly 14 months ago. She keeps trying to provide me with someone new, I am just simply too busy for the pleasure side of life at the moment.

'Christina, lovely to see you as always.' She looks shocked I actually showed up to the meeting, quite possibly because I had cancelled on the previous two times we had arranged a catch up. 'Can I order you anything?'

'Mrs. Robinson.' I kiss her on the hand and take the seat opposite her. 'No thank you, I already ate. Just an orange juice, please.' She gave the waiter our order, who wouldn't stop staring at the slight cleavage I had on show in my shirt. 'It's very nice to see you, have I missed anything?'

'Oh you know me, Christina. Had to fire that useless employee, Marina. Didn't have a submissive tendency to her name. Disobeyed me, and then went out, got drunk, took heroin and slept with a man. Why is it so hard to find a decent, pretty, submissive lady these days? Haven't had anyone good since... Well, you.' I smile at the compliment. 'How are things on your half?'

'Oh, you know me.' I giggle at copying her, knowing how much she hates it. 'It's been so long. Beginning to forget who gets tied up.' She laughs and reminds me how easily she could hook me up with someone. Elena runs a business, a beauty and model shop yet behind the scene she also runs a dating business, designed especially for people like us. Monsters. People who get their kicks from inflicting pain on others and demanding full control.

We discuss the business profits for a while as I technically own her business, then I make my departure. Taylor who has been sat in the SUV throughout my meeting puts down the book he has on the go at the minute, starts the car and asks me where I want to go.

As we pull up at my office building, I enter the elevator and head for the 31st floor. When I step out of the elevator my PA, Andrea is there to meet me with my messages, to see if I need anything and to offer me some orange juice. Andrea is the best PA I've had, and I give her very good initiatives to stay, company car, a higher wage than any other PA in Seattle, as well as her three children's private school fees, plus bonuses. I make my way to my office and ignore the young girl sitting at the other desk. She must be work experience, short spikey blond hair, and I can see her sleeve tattoos through her white shirt and the holes from her facial piercings she has removed, obviously trying to make a good impression. Yes, I'm gay, and no sweet heart, you are not my type.

Andrea announces Anastasia Steele is here, apparently Miss Kavanagh, the person I had agreed to meet with today was unavailable. That pissed me off, why badger my publicist perpetually for an interview, just to send someone else as a replacement? I ask Andrea to send her through.

I take a sip of my fresh orange when a brown haired ball comes flying into my office. I rush over to her immediately to see if she is okay when I am taken aback by this goddess who has tipped into my world, literally.

Anastasia Steele is a very attractive, slender woman. Her long, brown untamed hair falls just below her breasts with a side parting, her fringe is just flicked to the other side of her hair, its sexy. Her big bear-like brown eyes are surrounded by a full set of long curled lashes. Her eyelids are wearing the simplest eye make up- one thin line of eyeliner on her top eyelid, and some lip balm to accentuate her full, pink thick lips. She has a few freckles dotted across her nose and cheeks, aside from those, her impeccable skin is so pale it is almost porcelain looking. She has a simple grey tight dress on, black tights and black low heeled ankle boots on, in her hand is a black suit-like jacket. Her style is sweet, yet almost a little alternative also, she looks beautiful like a porcelain doll yet sexy at the same time.

She's just about steadied herself when I reach her, and it takes me all of my self restraint to just go to shake her hand and not to take her in my arms, claim her as mine and take her right now in my office. Wow, where did THAT come from?! I extend my hand to her, she takes it and shakes it gently.

'Miss Steele, I am to understand?'

'Miss Grey. I apologise for the last minute cancellation on Kate's behalf and her having to send me.' Oh, don't worry about it, princess. 'She's my housemate, and she's not feeling very well.' At least she apologized. And then babbled, I hate babblers. I lead her to the seat she could take, she hunger her jacket over the back of my chair and I took my own seat and took off my suit jacket.

She routed through her back for a small black voice recorder, she held it up and asked if I minded, I assured her of course I didn't. She smoothed out a crumpled up piece of paper and began the interview.

'Miss Grey, I am interviewing you on behalf of the university newspaper, because of your strong connection to WSU. World hunger, is that something you feel personally about?'

'I think that the world isn't a hungry place, the west side of the world is selfish and greedy, and it needs to share what it has with the eastern third-world countries. Starting right here at GEH.' And yes Miss, Steele. I know what it's like to have to hide frozen peas in your pockets from you crack whore and her abusive, drug taking pimp.

'To what do you owe your empire.' Empire? Never thought of it that way.

'I owe my success to my adoptive mother and father. They had such patience with me and believed in me. Made me think I could achieve anything.'

'You were adopted?' She seems shocked.

'Yes, Miss Steele. That information is accessible on public records. or if you just googled my name.' Could have done your homework.

'Miss Grey.' Her angelic voice draws me back out of my irritated mood. 'You are never seen at social events with a partner. Are you gay?' WHAT. Yes, for you. Right now. Behave grey, look at her she's not gay. Her face flushes for the second and her cheeks are so beautiful with a shy pinkish tint to them. 'I am so sorry, Miss Grey, it's written here.' Hey eyes drop in obvious embarrassment.

'That's quite okay, Miss Steele. Are these not your questions?' I'm trying to avoid the question, and unlike a journalist I don't think she'll want to pursue my answer.

'They are not, Miss Kavanagh supplied the questions. That was the last question, actually.' My face fell, this gorgeous woman was leaving my presence and there would be nothing I could do to stop her. 'I think I have everything, Miss grey. May I thank you for all of your time.'

'Are you sure your housemate will have everything she requires?' I want more time with you. Please say no.

'I'm sure. She's just upset she couldn't make it herself. She's the one who wants to be a journalist. That and she doesn't have any original shots of you.'

BINGO.

'Well, Miss Steele. I'll be down in Portland next week. If she can wait until then, I'd be more than happy to attend a photography shoot. Providing you could find a photographer on such short notice?'And that you'll be there.

'Oh - wow. Miss. Grey. Kate will be thrilled. Thank you very much.'

Once I'm sure she's disarmed the recorder, I pluck up the courage to ask her for coffee. She looks down, embarrassed and agrees.

Christ all mighty. What am I doing? I'm going to coffee. With a straight girl. Fuck sake, Grey.

We exit my office and I bark at the new girl to cancel my meetings for today until further notice.

She orders a simple cup of hot water, and English Teabag on the side, and I my usual fresh orange. We sit near the window and she asks a little more about my business and the world hunger project. She seems shocked when I say I'm present a speech and the diplomas at her university in the next week. Did she research me at all?

'So Miss Steele.'

'Please, call me Ana.' I'm taken aback that she has asked me to call her this so soon.. And because she interrupted me. If she was my sub, one would be punished severely for such behavior.

'Ana, you said Kate wanted to be a journalist. What about you?'

'My passion is writing, editing. I'd love to be a publisher at a newspaper. I study English Literature with Kate.' Maybe she is gay and this Kate is her girlfriend? I dismiss this thought immediately.

'So you and Kate… Just friends?' Jesus Christ, Grey. Might as well have just asked her to fuck you now.

'Oh – um - yeah. We've known each other since our first day at WSU. Then after a couple of weeks, I set her up on a blind date with my friend Graham, they spent a few nights together but that's it, then she set me up with her friend Ameli, but she wasn't for me. So that was the end of my college love life and the start of mine and Kate's friendship. And naturally just studied and immersed myself further into British Literature after that.'

HOLD UP.

Ameli. She. She is gay! There is a god out there. Does she usually ramble and tell everyone they've just met her dating life? Maybe just the person she's into? No, Grey. Don't get ahead of yourself, besides, look at her. She doesn't look like the book worm who would let me chain and gag her then fuck her senseless?

Does she?