A/N:

*Ella is alive and well, therefore, Christian was never adopted.

*The original Grey's (Carrick, Grace, Elliot, etc), last names will be Davis, so it won't be confusing.

*Completely AU and OOC since every body's life took a different path.

*This story will be updated frequently.

Warning: Strong sexual content (No BDSM) and brief language.

Part - 1 "Introduction"

Las Vegas, Nevada.

The sun shone through the gold and white curtains as a cool breeze lightly blew in from the half-opened window. Ana could hear the faint chirping of birds and taste the strong alcohol, still bitter on her tongue. She stirred awake, her muscles surprisingly sore as she moved, and sunk back into the soft bed. It smelt like vanilla and musk. She yawned as she turned her head to look at the clock that illuminated 11:05am in bright red. She quickly sat up, feeling a terrible headache spread across her forehead. She silently vowed to never drink this much again. Groaning, she rubbed her temples and vaguely glanced around the room. It was huge; messy, but huge. Clothes were thrown about, jewelry was hanging off the dressers, sheets were crinkled in the corner, room service plates were lying on the floor, and a few empty bottles of very expensive wine were in a trash can... That was also flipped over. Before the human hurricane had hit this room, it was gorgeous. Gold trimmed mirrors, crystal embroidered dresser knobs, a king size bed, silk curtains, and a balcony that definitely lead to a beautiful view. I'm the human hurricane, Ana thought as last nights event came rushing back to her. We're the hurricane, she corrected, horrified, as she slowly raised her left hand to see the huge diamond ring on her finger. She cupped her other hand over her mouth to suffocate a gasp.

"You did not," she quietly chanted, gradually turning her head to see a man asleep next to her. She allowed her gaze to move to the broad shoulders, the masculine back, and only a thin white sheet keeping his modesty. You did. She realized she was naked as well and blushed profusely as she racked her brain to remember his name. "No, not Tristian..." she muttered. "Christian!" she said proudly, immediately regretting how loud she was. He turned over and she stayed as still as possible. They didn't exactly have the most conventional marriage, so she wanted to leave as quickly and as unseen as she could. He didn't wake up though, he just settled back into a peaceful sleep. His damp curls fell loosely over his forehead and he had a shadow of a smile on his face. Ana imagined he was having a great dream. Maybe about her... Or his wife. Ana frowned and wondered why her mind did this to itself. He was probably single. But it didn't matter of course, she wasn't staying anyway. Carefully, she got out of bed so she wouldn't wake the stranger laying beside her, and searched for her underwear. She found her garments in a chair and quickly put them on. She spotted her bra on the floor, but it was on Christian's side of the room, so she decided against collecting it. She did not want him to wake up, nor did she want to explain how this was the worst mistake of her life. She didn't see her clothes anywhere and blushed in shame. Hoping against hope, she tip-toed to the dresser an opened a draw. Alas, the draw had two plain white button down shirts and black pants. Not her style, but it would have to do. She was about to reach in, then stopped as arms lazily wrapped around her waist.

"Good Morning... " Christian murmured against her hair. His voice was extra deep and sexy since he just woke up. Ana relaxed and leaned into him. "I missed you," he whispered as he placed soft kisses along her neck. Ana bite her lip stop from moaning, but it didn't help much. He smiled against her shoulder, loving that he had this effect on her. In one graceful motion, he lifted her up bridal style and carried her to the bed, laying her on her back with her legs hanging off the bed. He bent over, kissing her through her panties, then slid them off and tossed them next to the chair in the corner. Ana's thoughts of leaving were long gone as she felt her body build with the familiar anticipation that she felt last night.

Christian knelt between her legs, his gray eyes hooded as he stared into her large blue ones. His gaze dropped from hers to get a good, long look at her bare sex. Damn, she was sexy. Her pale lips were already glistening with pre-cum, her clit large and pink. He licked his own lips before leaning in and running his tongue along her flesh, folding his mouth over her sex and groaning with satisfaction. Ana opened her legs wider in response, then immediately flushed at her own eagerness, but Christian just smiled sheepishly. The warm, tingly breeze from his breathe caressed her pussy, making her breathless. No one had ever went down on her before, not even her ex-husband. She now realized that she was missing out on a lot.

He flicked his tongue against her clit then began sucking her pussy into his hot mouth. Ana threw her head back into the mattress. She wasn't going to last long if he kept this up. She arched her back to get herself as as deep inside of his mouth as possible. She was quaking helplessly at the glorious sensation surging through her body. But he gripped her thighs and held her still, diving his tongue in and out, then up and down, and circled her swollen bud.

"Oh my...oh, Christian," Ana breathed as she was close to her release. Christian sucked her over and over, bringing her closer to her orgasm. His erection throbbed as she moaned his name. It made him more eager to please. He didn't care that he had just met and married her yesterday. All that mattered was that she was shaking beneath him, and the ring on her finger meant that she was all his. And he planned on keeping it that way. Determinedly, he massaged her clit with his tongue in firm merciless circles and pushed one long finger into her, steadily pumping in and out.

Ana was quickly unraveling and she gripped the sheets, letting out a pleasure filled cry as her body violently shook against the bed and Christian. She came apart around him and he lapped her up, relishing her tangy-sweetness in his mouth.
Christian indulgently kissed her left thigh, then switched to her right thigh as she recovered from her orgasm. He made his way up to her stomach, gently nibbling her belly button along the way, and placing kisses between her breast. Ana bit her lip and wrapped her legs around him, wanting him closer, loving the feel of his weight on top of her. He was hot and hard, resting against her slick opening. They both moaned in husky whispers as Christian buried his face in the crook of her neck and rubbed himself against her.

Ana squirmed beneath him. Being a stranger be damned. She was burning to feel him inside of her. "Christian, please." She whispered, and he grabbed hold of her hips, lifting his head to press his lips sloppily against hers before thrusting into her powerfully. Her heat sheathed his throbbing cock, slick and tight. She could barely get a sound out before his tongue was inside, devouring her mouth as he pumped in and out of her. His cock was like a piston, stroking her without mercy, and she took him with a small, breathless moan each time. She clenched around him, moaning into his mouth when his lips parted hers to suck hungrily on her bottom lip.

Christian wanted this all the time. He knew it with certainty as he drove himself in and out of her hot canal, now kissing at her plump breasts. There was no turning back, now. She had to be his. They had to be together. He wanted to do things to her that she never even thought of. Every single night. And then he wanted to wake up to the sight of her glowing in the sunlight every morning. He hoped she would let him. He didn't think he could pretend that this was just another crazy cliche thing to do in Vegas.

He took one of her erect nipples in his mouth, twisting it as gently as he could with his teeth. He was so close, but he held out because he needed to feel her crash around him. He reached between her legs and roughly rubbed her swollen clit with his thump. Ana's body shuddered all over.

"Come for me Anastasia," Christian said in a husky grunt, his warm breathe against her collar bone, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. Ana screamed out as she felt lighting surge through her body and she collapsed around him. Christian continued thrusting as Ana quivered, drenching his thick cock in her come. His release came shortly after, and he pulled out to come hot and thick, all over her stomach. He sat up on his elbows, lifting his weight off of her, as they they both panted, coming down from their high.

Christian stood up and walked to the bathroom. He came back with a towel and leisurely wiped his seed off of Ana's stomach. He laid back down (he was still hung-over from last night), and mumbled her to come back to bed. The idea was very tempting and Ana was exhausted from their recent activities, but she knew this was all a mistake. She had two beautiful children at home that Christian would never accept. And as soon as he was sober, he'd be a responsible adult too, and know that marrying someone the same day you meet them would never work.
Ana stood up and collected the clothes in the draw. She changed in the bathroom and came back out to find Christian fast asleep. She thought about leaving a note, then decided it was best not too. She took her ring of, setting it on the dresser, then walked out the door.

Ana got on the first flight back to Seattle.

Three days ago
Seattle, WA.

"Please tell me again why you let Ian see them?"

"He's their father."

"He's an asshole."

"He's my asshole."

Kate let out a dry laugh.

"He used to be. Look around your house, Ana. What do you see? Pictures. Family pictures all including Ian. I bet if I go to his house, I won't find one picture of you."

Frowning, Ana poured coffee into her mug. "I need to get the girls ready."

Kate sighed as she followed Ana into the kitchen.

"Mommy! Emma threw her PB&J on the floor!" cried Maria.

"It had a fly on it!" retorted Emma.

"It's okay, I'll make another one," said Ana. "Kate, can you make Emma another sand which? I have to do Maria's hair."

"No problem," replied Kate.

Ana finished the side-braid on Maria's hair, much like the one she made on Emma's. She always gave her daughters matching hairstyles and matching outfits. She even loved it when they ate the same foods, but that almost never happened because they had very different taste.

"Stop treating them like Barbie dolls."

Ana frowned at the sound of Ian's voice. Once upon a time, she loved him and was proud to call him the father of her children. After she found him in their bed with another woman, most of that changed. However, she was still loved him and was willing to make things work, if only for the sake of their daughters. And they did work on their relationship, although, Ana never fully trusted him, but she completely forgave him. There was a point were they were happy again or at least that's what Ana had thought until Ian tossed divorce papers on the kitchen table one morning. Ana tried to reason with him for weeks, but it was no use. He told her he found someone else and would really appreciate if she signed the papers. They went to court and she got full custody of Maria and Emma, but she still let Ian see them on weekends. He was their father after all.

"It wouldn't kill you not to criticize everything I do," replied Ana.

Ian ignored her.

"Girls, why don't you go get in the car? I need to talk to Ana."

The twins ran out the door, leaving the adults alone.

"'I need to talk to Ana?'" mocked Ana. "I'm their mother and you need to address me as such when they're around."

"Calm down. That's what I need to talk to you about." groaned Ian.

Ana crossed her arms and waited for him to continue.

"Scarlett and I are getting closer and becoming a little family, you know?"

Ana's frown deepen. Scarlett was Ian's girlfriend - an auburn haired, green-eyed goddess, with legs for days.

"So?"

"I want an couple extra days with the kids, so she can get to know them better."

"I don't think that's a good idea," replied Ana.

"You're being unreasonable. Your gonna stop me from building a new life?"

"You were my life." Ana snapped. She took a deep breathe and closed her eyes. "Get out."

"She just wants to meet them."

"Get out."

Grace Elementary School

"Its been two months, I repeat, two months. You need to get back into the dating world."

"I don't want to bring a strange man around Maria amd Emma." replied Ana.

Kate rolled her eyes.

"I said date, not marry. They don't have to know what you do."

"What about Ian?"

"What about him? Do you hear yourself? You're holding on to a man that cheated on you, then divorced you. Not to mention how he flaunts his new girlfriend in your face. Get over him."

Ana sighed as she stared down at the children's homework she had just finished grading. For once, she wished she had more to do.

"You've been steady with Elliott for two years, so that's easy for you to say."

"Oh come on, you know I've had my fair share of bad break ups. I wish I could be more sensitive, but I always hated Ian. Gosh, Ana, at least take a vacation," said Kate. "Drop the kids off at Carla's house so you and I can go somewhere."

"I can't leave," Ana mumbled.

"Why not? It'll be a fun girls weekend. I've already been planning."

"No thanks," said Ana as she straighten out the schoolwork and stuffed it in her bag.

"In Vegas!"

"Kate, I don't want-"

"I heard a new casino is opening this weekend. It'd be the perfect place to let loose."

"Are you even hearing me?" Ana said as she slung her purse over her shoulder.

Kate groaned.

"You're a young beautiful, lady. And the world is at your finger tips, but you'd rather curl on your couch and eat stale potato chips. For once, at least do something you wouldn't dare to do!"

Ana grabbed her keys off her desk.

"I'm going home, Kate."

Ana drove down the street listening to low jazz. She hated jazz, but it fit her mood. She couldn't think of Ian as a lost cause like Kate did. He was her high school sweetheart, her first love, and the father of her children. Things used to be great, then everything slowly fell apart. Arguments would last longer and normal talks would get shorter. She wished she had seen the signs earlier. Maybe she could have saved her marriage.

When Ana got home, she warmed up a can of chicken noodle soup for dinner, sat on the couch, and watched a muted TV. She always felt so lost without her daughters laughter filling the room. There were many times she thought of not letting Ian see the kids at all, but then she'd feel guilty. Ana ate a spoonful of soup, barely tasting anything. She usually used this time to think of where she went wrong in her relationship, but tonight her thoughts went a different path. She thought about what Kate said. At least do something you wouldn't dare to do. Ana frowned into her soup. It had been so long since she went out unless it was for work. She wouldn't even leave her house for weeks after Ian asked for the divorce. Kate literally had to drag her outside. Ana glanced at the family picture that sat on the bookshelf. It was taken one year after she had had the twins, and they were all smiling and and being happy on the beach. I bet if I go to his house, I won't find one picture of you.

Ana turned off the TV and set her now cold soup down. She was definitely going out tonight. She decided to go to her local bar, Little Red's. It was relatively quiet in the mornings and evenings, but it came alive at night. Which was exactly what she was planning on doing: coming alive. She found a yellow, strapless dress in the back of her closet that she wore on her third anniversary. She couldn't bring herself to wear that one, and settled with a black mini dress with matching black stilettos. She looked in the mirror. What once had fit perfectly, now clung to her body. Ana sighed, making a mental note to jog sometime, and put on a mascara and lipstick.

What are you doing? Ana wondered as she entered the bar. The music was terribly loud and everybody seemed to dance or gyrate off rhyme. Having fun! her conscious snapped at her. Guys were ogling at her already, but she spotted an empty stool next to a blonde girl in a cowgirl hat and sat down.

"Hi," said Ana.

The blonde glanced her way, squinting and sizing her up.

"I never seen you here before."

"I don't go out much," mumbled Ana.

"Ain't nothing wrong with a homebody. What are you drinking?"

"Uhm... " Ana only drank wine on occasions. She had no idea what kind of hard liquor she liked. The woman seen inexperience written all over Ana's face and giggled.

"Two shots," she told bartender. Their shots appeared on the counter and the blonde gulped hers down. Ana was hesitant, but immediately followed suit, cringing slightly.
"That's the spirit," said the woman as she put money on the counter. She stood up and pulled Ana with her, leading her to the dance floor.

"I-I don't this is a good idea," said Ana. She wasn't much for dancing and was as uncoordinated as an elephant in roller skates.

"Just flow."

Just flow, Ana told herself. She swayed to the beat, following the woman's lead. She never even thought of being with a girl before, but she found the blonde's movements extremely sexy.

"I never danced that much in my life!" Ana yelled over the music -why was it all techno?- as they sat on the stools again.

The woman laughed.

"That's 'cause you never had fun in your life."

Ana tipped her glass back, feeling the cool liquid burn down her throat. She was slightly offended and wondered if she was being over sensitive. She had married Ian at the young age of 19, and never been with anyone before him. She was committed and faithful to him for four years and bared twin daughters. To top off her fairy tale, her prince charming divorced her. She lived a rather dull life with many unfortunates. But Ana was just 23, and hell have no fury like a scorned woman.

The blonde tilted her head and pressed her red mouth against Ana's. Her tongue parted Ana's lips to explore further and was surprised when Ana kissed back with just as much vigor. The girl suddenly pulled away with a satisfied smirk and casually checked her phone.

"My ride's here. Till next time, darling." said the lady, her southern accent curling each word.

"Wait, what's your name?" asked Ana, still a bit dazed by what she just did.

The blonde slowly headed towards the exit and told her without glancing back; "Princess."

Ana nodded then drank the shot that the bartender set in front her. She had lost count of how many that was and blamed those on the reason why she was feeling frisky right now. She definitely had an itch to scratch, but told herself to calm down. She glanced around the room, seeing sweaty bodies everywhere, and eyes greedily latching onto hers. What would normally look undesirable to her, now looked quite exciting. She let the little devil on her shoulder take over (along with the alcohol) and set her mind on having a one night stand. She worked her charm (which consist of blushes and little touches), and easily seduced the first guy she talked to. She wasn't interested in knowing any names, so her subconscious named him John.

The bathroom door flung open as Ana and John stumbled in, clashing their lips together hungrily. He gripped her ass and hoisted her upon the sink counter, then fumbled awkwardly with the clasp and zipper of his pants.

"I'm so fucking hard for you," he slurred in Ana's ear as he edged his pants and underwear off his hips, stopping as soon as they reached his upper thigh. His erection free now, he slide a condom on. Ana wrapped her legs around him as he wasted no time thrusting into her with drunk, sloppy movements.

Ana winced at the foreign contact, the open zipper of his pants digging uncomfortably in her leg. She tried to ignore it, and the fact that her lack of wetness made every stroke hurt slightly, and feverishly kissed him, sucking his tongue into her hot mouth. He tasted like tic-tacs and alcohol. Just as the discomfort subsided, John's movements became jerky and he came inside the condom.

"Fuck," He breathed against her hair as the last of his spasm surged through his body. He then removed his flaccid penis from her, too wasted to remember he had a condom on, and just pulled up his pants. He walled out of the bathroom to rejoin the party as Ana lowered her feet onto the floor, gathering herself as she stared breathlessly into the mirror.

"You just did that," she said aloud. Her sweaty, messy haired, reflection stared back at her with a crooked smile. Despite the the tiny trickle of dry blood on her thigh from his zipper, she felt radiant and adventurous.

"Oh. My. Goodness! I can't believe you," said Kate, grinning from ear to ear.

Elliott raised his eyebrows up and down.

"Was it good?"

Ana blushed, glad to know she could count on Kate and Elliot not to judge her. It was the day after her night out and they were all huddled on Kate's couch, drinking wine. The sex was horrible, but she had felt amazing afterwards. She figured it was because she had broken the spell of staying at home and sulking over Ian. Ana relaxed once she seen how supportive her friends were and told them about her encounter with Princess.

"Princess? Is she a stripper?" ask Elliott.

"I never pegged you as one to hop the fence. You know, I went through this faze in college and I met this girl-"

"Kate, you told me this story a million times."

"Sorry, I'm just so excited to see you break out of your shell. I mean, finally! I brought two tickets to Vegas last night because I thought you'd wimp out, but I see now that I should have asked you." said Kate.

Ana furrowed her brows.

"You did ask me. And I told you no. I get the kids back tomorrow. I can't go to Vegas."

"Weren't you complaining that Ian wanted to keep the kids for a couple more days? Let him keep them."

Ana sighed. Going to Vegas wasn't her style, but neither was making out with a woman or having a one night. A girls vacation couldn't hurt. Plus, it would keep her mind off of Ian. Her eyes darted between Kate and Elliott, who were patiently awaiting her answer.

"Okay."

Seattle, Wa

"Mom, please. You're the gonna break your back." said Christian as he grabbed his suitcase from her.

Ella scoffed at his exaggeration.

"Is that the last of your stuff?"

"Yes, I'll be back in a few days - one week tops. You know, you can still come of you want too." replied Christian as he put his suitcase in the trunk of his car.

Ella frantically shook her head like he knew she would. She was deathly afraid of heights, so naturally, she hated being on planes and jets. They made a living from building casinos all over the world and she never went to see one out of driving distance. Christian was heading to the grand opening of their newest one in Las Vegas today. He grinned as he glanced at his mother, who looked appalled and flattered that he asked her to go. He always asked, hoping on day she'd change her mind, and also just for shits and giggles, to see the terrified look on her face.

"I think I'll hold down the fort," she replied.

Christian grinned.

"Alright. Don't do anything crazy. I'm gonna miss you so damn much," he voiced, making her smile, and he loved that smile. Ella never told him all the details, but he knew that she was molested by her father at a very young age and ran away from home at fifteen, eventually becoming a prostitute. She was addicted to drugs for a while, but two years after she brought Christian into the world, she walked away from that life and never looked back.

Ella rolled her eyes. He knew she wasn't good at accepting affection either.

"One week tops," she repeated his words.

Christian's plane landed in Vegas around 8am. He freshened up at the 5 star hotel he rented and changed into to one of his best gray suits. Most of the day was a boring one, as he was met with fake smiles, and handshakes laced with envy, but he expected no more. He was Christian Gray; self-employed, multi-billionaire. There was a lot to hate. He met Taylor, his assistant, and the only man he trusted enough to let run the casino when he was gone.

The opening was a huge success and hundreds of people gambled and drank. Taylor told Christian to make conversation with people because it's good for business to know that the owner isn't an asshole. So he and Taylor talked with people, lingering on a strawberry blonde and a shy brunette. The brunette was a vision. Christian loved her forever pink-tinted cheeks, her large blue eyes peeking from under her dark bangs, and how her red lips gave contrast to her white dress. He found it hard to look away. It was almost frustrating. The opening of his casino was no longer the highlight of his day. He had a couple of drinks with her, but not enough to get drunk, and they talked for hours about absolutely nothing and everything. He found out that her name was just as lovely as her: Ana.

He didn't quite know what he was thinking when they went to the church and got married (he was usually more professional), but she seemed so care-free, like she was living for the first time in her life, and he was drawn to that energy. He would have done it again to feel her lips against his once their "I do's" were shared. Her knees had gotten weak and he held her tight.

Ana's face glowed when she saw the ring he bought her, so he added a necklace, a tennis bracelet, and pearl earrings. The bill was more expensive than he cared to admit, but it was worth it. They went back to his hotel and did what most newlyweds do. Everything else was a heavenly blur to Christian. But when he woke up again, she was gone. No text, no note, nothing. She even left the ring behind. At least she isn't after the money, Christian thought bitterly. He grabbed the ring off the desk and put it in his pocket, then got dressed in casual wear. He went to the airport, telling the receptionist that his wife, Mrs. Grey, accidentally boarded the plane without him and he needed to know where she was going.

"Seattle, Washington." the lady told him.

He was surprised that Ana resided in the same state he lived in. Maybe it was fate.

"Thank you," replied Christian. He was more than disappointed that she left and wondered what was waiting for her back home. He didn't dread on that though. He would track her to the ends of the earth if he had too, just to convince her that they belonged together.

"I'll be taking the next flight out. I need to get back to my wife."