Chapter one:

Hell, that was the only way that I could describe the last 48 hours. The moment that Anastasia had decided that she no longer wanted this; that she no longer wanted me. I couldn't fucking blame her after what I had done to her with the belt. I walk into the kitchen in nothing but sweats, and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I had not been to the office, nor did I plan to go today. I took my glass of whiskey, and head back into the living room. My grey eyes turn toward's my ringing black berry, and couldn't help but sigh. My mother was calling me again, but I know that right now was the not the day to talk to her. I hate that I must being worrying her, but my desire to deal with people isn't here today. I reach over, quickly checking for calls from Anastasia, but as I find none I quickly turn off the phone. Why in hell would she call you, Grey? I take a large drink of whiskey, before turning on the TV, and settled on the news.

The news anchor is a gorgeous blonde who's hair is straight and goes down to the her shoulder. I try to focus on her voice to distract me from my fury at myself. "Now, we turn to a new developing story. In a new video, Billionaire Christian Grey is seen beating a young women with the belt. The whole video has been posted on a new website with the author of the website claims that this not the first time that Grey has done this. The images do contain extremely disturbing material and may not be for all viewers." Images of Anastasia and I in the playroom. The images changed and I was shown holding the belt above Anastasia.

I sucked in a breath, and could feel the whiskey glass drop out of my hand hitting the floor. I could only stare at the images on the tv in utter shock. After a few moments I could feel the utter shock begin disappear but it was filled with fury. How the fuck had they gotten? How in flying fuck did they get cameras into my playroom? I quickly jump onto my feet, and head towards Jason Taylor. Taylor was the head of security and my personal body guard. I manage to find him, with a few others. I quickly clearly my voice gathering their attention.

"Sir..." Surprise flashed into his eyes, not expecting to see me. He jumps around, and someone turns off the TV. He looks directly at me trying to gather his words. He takes a deep breath and rocks back and fourth on his heels. I've never seen Taylor so in confident before. "We're working on the source of this." He murmurs, but there is uncertain in his voice.

"How the fuck did they get in? How they hell did they get those pictures!?" One of things that I have always valued was my privacy, even as the media had struggled to get pictures. Suddenly I stopped, and looked down at the ground I had failed to think how Ana must be doing. I turned for myself, but stopped myself. Would she want to hear from me? No I didn't think that she would. It was bad enough what I had done to her, now the whole world was going to see it.

"We don't know, sir," The words were expressed carefully, and the nervousness formed in Taylor's eyes. He knew what was expected of my employes, but over the years we had become closer. "I called the lawyers to see if they could stop getting the news story ran."

I nod my head, and run a frustrated hand through my hair. I try to debate who would have access to the playroom, and want to hurt Anastasia or I in that way. I have alway kept the playroom locked and only showed it to the girls that have become my subs. Not even Elena had been inside the playroom, but I wondered and couldn't think of anyone. Unless they had just gone for the scandal inside of the hurt.

My thoughts were interrupted by Taylor. "Sir, your appointment with Dr. Flynn is in 45 minutes. Did you want me to get the car ready or cancel?" The confidence and ease retuning to Jason. His eyes flashed at frustration that he was feeling as well. The whole time that he has been working for me he had been he was good at this job. I knew that and he knew that.

"Get the car ready, please." I turned on my heels to go get ready for Dr. Flynn. I walked to my bedroom, quickly picking my outfit, and knew that a suit was always my best bet. I reached for a tie and stopped as I picked up the one I had used to tie up Anastasia. I couldn't help but smirk at the memory, but quickly put the tie down and picked another one. I finished getting ready and headed for the car, and took my blackberry. I raised an eyebrow at the fact there were three cars waiting.

"The media is waiting eagerly at the gate." Taylor opens the door to the car in the middle. "The three cars are to make sure that they won't follow us." He continued, as I stepped into the car. I sat down as Taylor shut the door behind me, and I quickly turned back on my blackberry. We began on out journey, and I began to google myself. I needed to see just what the media had on me.

I quickly typed in Christian Grey, and was surprised at the number of trending articles about me. Most were a summary of what I heard on the news, but soon I found the website that had posted the story. I hovered over the button, and knew that I needed to see what I was facing and what Anastasia was being forced to endure. I knew that I needed to see it because I needed to be the one in control. I clicked the link and the website loaded. The website surprised me. The website was red, the color of red that was in the playroom. There was nothing on the screen but a video screen. I turned down the sound and hit play.

The video began to play but the screen remained black until words without audio began to appear on the screen. "We all know Christian Grey isn't so innocent after all. After everything is all said and done Christian Grey will be nothing. This video is not the only video that will be shown, but more will be seen soon." The black fades away, and the playroom is shown with Anastasia laying over the bench. This was the first time that I had seen her face while I was spanking her, and the tears were there. Tears were not the only thing that was in her eyes, but hate for me as well.

I clicked off the video and put down the phone. I ran a frustrated hand over my face, and couldn't believe that the media had gotten ahold of this. My gaze flickered up to see that we had arrived at Dr. Flynn office. Taylor opened the door for me, and I walked into his office. My grey eyes scanned around, and took a deep breath in. The wait seemed forever, and finally I was called back.

"Christian." Dr. Flynn greeted me, and I tried to relax. I knew this man and trusted him with a great deal. "Please sit," he gestured to a seat across with him. "How have you been doing?" I could see the politeness in his eyes, but I knew that he had seen the news story. Who hasn't?

"Like fucking shit!" That was a pretty honest answer, and crossed my legs over each other. I sighed softly and looked over at him. "Have you seen it?" I murmured and needed to know where I was at this point.

"If you're referring to the news story, yes." His accent flowed through the words. "Christian, tell me what happened? You're clearly upset over this, and over this girl? Who is she?"

"Her name is Anastasia, and I think I might love her," the words fell out of my mouth before I could even realize it. I struggled to gain control of my words. "I punished her because she ran from me in a little game, and then she walked out on me. I can't fucking blame her, but now she doesn't want anything to do with me."

Dr. Flynn leaned back in his seat making note of something. "What makes Anastasia different?" He raises an eyebrow, after all these years he can see that there is clearly something different about this girl. "You don't use the word love often, I don't recall ever hearing you say that word."

"I don't know, but I can't bring myself to stay away from her. We're not good together clearly, but I still want her. Even after what I did; I want her in my life," I looked up at Dr. Flynn meeting his eyes. "Just because I want her doesn't mean she wants me. I want what's best for her. I don't know what's best."

"That's decision you have to make on our own." Dr. Flynn looked up at me. "You have to make sure that's it the best decision for you. You care, Christian, but is your lifestyle what's best for her?"

Anastasia POV

I quickly pulled by hair up into a ponytail, barely meeting my own eyes in the mirror. Calm down Steele, I mentally snapped at myself. I needed to remember that it was only work, and I needed a good distraction from everything. I left Christian only after I had told him that I loved him. I shook my head and tried to remove all thoughts dealing with Christian Grey. I groaned and realized that I still didn't have a car, but luckily Kate always let me borrow her car. I had been a mess since I had broken up with Christian and Kate had been understanding; expect for all the questions that she had asked. What was I supposed to say? Christian likes to spank girls with belts and I couldn't do that. I shook my head and tried to rid of the though.

I try to dismiss the thoughts as much as possible and focus in the new job. The car ride over there had been timing and without any music. I heard Sex on Fire and thought that I might start crying again. I took a deep breath and walked into the building and the normal conversations put me at a little bit of ease. I walked into the room I noticed that all eyes seemed to be on me. "Hello," I managed to greet everyone, but I raised an eyebrow as I saw my boss Jack Hyde walk up to me.

"Ana," he took a deep breath and stared at me. His eyes meet mine and for some reason there was a sudden sadness in his eyes. "May I see you in my office?" He didn't wait for my answer but continued into the office.

I followed and wasn't sure what this was about. Was he about to fire me on my first day? I didn't think that I had been late and I wasn't a complete mess like I had been. "What's going on?" I meet his eyes and whatever he had to tell me wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Ana, it's nothing like that. You must not know." He whispered, and took out a blackberry. He pressed a few buttons and handed me the cell phone. I took the cell phone and raised an eyebrow since it was a news story. I almost dropped the phone as I watched in horror that it was Christian and I in the playroom as he spanked me with the belt. I let out a sob, and couldn't believe that this is whatever was seeing.

"I'm sorry, Ana." Jack spoke, and had moved over to me. He put an arm around me, but something felt wrong about his touch. He moved his arm, and looked at me. "I thought that you needed to know. Ana, that's abuse. He needs to pay."

"No!" I jump to my feet, and feel the hot salty tears pouring down my face. Christian did hurt me, but I knew that he wouldn't have given this to any media outlet. I knew that's why I had to sign a NDA. I couldn't believe that everyone at my work has seen this. I put a hand over my mouth, Kate, my mother, and Ray had probably seen the news by now. "It wasn't like that." I managed through my sobs.

"Why don't I take you home?" Jack offered, and held out his hand. His eyes gazed down at me with sadness for me. "You shouldn't be driving when you're like this. Don't worry about work, okay?" His tone was soft and understanding, but I know that he must think I'm some slut.

I nod my head and walk out of Jack's office as I tried to stop the tears coming out of my eyes. Everyone stopped talking to look over at me, but all they can do is stare. Everyone seems to feel bad for me, but I couldn't help if they were just being polite. Jack and I walk over to his car as I hug myself, and I don't say another word. Everyone seems to see me as the victim and Christian as a women beater? I want to clear things up for Jack, but how do I talk about being a sub? I'm sure that the NDA is still in effect.

The ride home seemed to be endless but I was glad that Jack got the message that I didn't want to talk to anyone at the current moment. My heart dropped as I saw a car next to the house and I knew the car right away; Ray. Normally I would have been thrilled but I knew the story was the only reason. "Thank you, Jack." I tried to flash a smile at him, but I just wasn't in a smile mood.

"You're welcome." He leaned over giving me a light hug. "If you need anything." He places a lingering hand on my arm and I can't but help feel a chill run down my spine.

I manage to mumble another thank you before heading into the house. How am I supposed to face my father with this news? I crossed my arms over my chest and headed into the house shutting the door behind myself I turned to see my father, Ray, sitting on the couch he was just as nervous as I was. "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Ray jumped into his feet embracing me into a right hug. He knew, and he knew that I had seen the video as well. "Are you okay, Ana?" He whispers into my ear and pulled me closer. "Have you filed charges against that fucking..." He trailed off and finally let go of me. "Oh Ana," Sadness and fury filled his eyes, and I noted that I had never seen my father like that.

"No, Dad, I haven't. You don't understand the situation," I rock back and fourth on my heels, nervous of what he would say, and I noticed that I was biting my lip. "Can we talk about this later, please? I just want to lie down for a little while." I decided to not wait for an answer, and gave Ray a light kiss on his check. I wandered to my room, and realized that I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I fell right asleep.

I awoke with the sound of Ray's voice. "Who the hell do you think that you are?!" His tone harsh and cold. Never had I heard him speak that way. Oh crap who was he yelling at?!

"Please, I'm not here to fight." Christian! Christian Grey is at my house. Double crap. "I just want to give Anastasia these." Politeness filled his voice, but I noticed that there was a hint of annoyance. He must knew that I was staying in my room on purpose. "If I don't hear from her in 48 hours I won't ever try to come to see her again. Just please give them to her." Mr. Control freak was back, I mentally noted.

"If you knew what was best, you'd stay far away from my daughter." Did Ray just threaten Christian?! "You hurt her, Christian! You beat her!" He growled and for a moment I had thoughts of them getting into a fist fight. "She doesn't need that! She doesn't need you."

"I see," Christian spoke. "Just please give these to her." I closed my eyes at hearing the door slam shut. Just like that Christian grey was gone again.

After I knew that it was safe I wandered into the living room to see flowers sitting on the table, and I felt my heart drop. Had Christian gotten me flowers? I shook my head and knew that he didn't do romance or flowers. "Where did those come from?" I looked directly at ray, a bit surprise he didn't toss them.

"Christian Grey!" Ray snapped and made me jump back. "You need to stay away from him, Ana. What he did is wrong; no matter what you say. He insisted that I give these to you, but he's no good for you." Ray shook his head and soon his phone began to ring. "Your mother." He told me taking the call.

I walked over smelling the flowers holding them close to me. I took the card out of flowers and opened it. "Dear, Anastasia, please know that I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you as I did. I also never meant for the media to see any of that. Please, can we just talk? I'll be at my home in settle for the next 48 hours and if I don't hear from you I'll leave you alone. I do love you." I put down the flowers and reread the note. Now I have a choice to make; see Christian or forgot about him?