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Ana's POV

He calls out to her as she stands in the elevator

"Ana"

"Christian" she replies.

As she made her way down to the parking garage she felt sick with guilt. He hit her, hard. Even though she asked for it and didn't safe word him she still felt betrayed. How could he do this to her? It was painful both physically and emotionally as she realized that they could never be together because she couldn't give him what he needed. He needed this release, this lifestyle in order to be himself and from the start he had made it clear that this was the only way they could have any form of relationship. As the elevator reached the lower floor she made her way to the car he had given her and drove to the apartment where she found the Charlie Tango balloon in her bedroom. Everything reminded her of him and with Grey Publishing now taking over SIP there was no escaping him. She had planned on meeting Jose over the weekend before they go to the art show however now she didn't fell like doing anything other than sleeping and trying to remember a happier time with the mysterious Christian Grey.

Christian POV

She said she'd never leave. It was while she was sleeping but hearing those words made me feel calmer than I ever remember feeling. I know I pushed her too far but why the fuck didn't she safe word me. This is why I never allow 'more' from my submissives. But hell Ana was different, she wasn't a trained submissive what did I expect?! I think I feel more for Ana. She makes me feel safe and almost normal. Well, as normal as I can be. I had the weekend planned with Ana, I was going to surprise her and take her to brunch at my parent's house so she can spend more time with Mia as they're around the same age. I yell for Taylor to drive me to Grey House. I feel bad that I don't treat my staff in the kindest way sometimes but they work for me, I pay them and if they want to argue with me then they can start looking for another job. I need to calm down before I lose control because I hate not having a sense of control and not being able to hide my emotions. As it is the weekend nobody else is working at Grey House so I have time to walk around and admire part of the empire I have built. Actually I had help from a friend to start my business and as I look out to the front of the building I see a black limo pull up and a woman with platinum blonde hair exiting. Speak of the devil, here she is now.