Fifty Shades Forgotten

by MD.KBP

**COMPLETE** Anastasia Steele was always at the top of her game in her medical career. But the surgeon's entire world turned upside down when she meets the wealthy mogul, Christian Grey. Although advanced for her age and unbeknownst to her, she was going to make the dumbest decision of her life. Or was it actually life-changing? (An AU rewrite of Fifty Shades of Grey)

1. Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This is my first story ever.

I'm not one to usually write stories, so my writing skills are quite amateurish, forgive me! But thank you for even considering to give my story a read. This is mostly a Fifty Shades Trilogy rework. I am fascinated with Christian Grey, however, don't you just wish you could be the person in the conversations or in the moment controlling what to say for once? Well, this is my version of it. So, let's forget about the series' Anastasia for my story. Here is the new Anastasia Steele, the aspiring savant of surgical medicine.

The story is still the same, in a way; but the main character is different. Different dialogue, thoughts, background, story, and interactions. It is a rewrite of how I want it to be for my character in the Fifty Shades realm.

UPDATE: Thank you for the encouraging support.~

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The medical resident found herself running into the locker room out of breath and panicking as she found herself late to work; overslept, exhausted, and sore-bodied from the mysteriously dashing and successful bachelor Christian Grey. Already dressed in her light blue scrubs, she tossed her hair into a pony and sleeked it back as she picked up her equipment and name badge before hurrying out the residents' lounge.

"Someone is clearly guilty and late," chimed a voice as Anastasia sped through the hall. Her hair whipped at the sound of the joking voice—Frankie. The head nurse winked at her and turned the other direction.

Spotting the shortest surgeon in the hospital, Dr. Steele slowly sneaked up behind her boss but jumped at the sound of her booming voice, "LATE, Steele—"

"I know, Chief, I was—" Anastasia interrupted her Chief-of-Surgery, Dr. Bailey but was then abruptly interrupted right back.

"Do you think I care about the predicaments you put yourself in?" Dr. Bailey sighed, before turning around and narrowing her eyes at the young doctor. She continued beckoning Anastasia with two fingers, "You are a fine surgeon, Dr. Anastasia, but I can't help you if you're gonna be late all the time. What's wrong with you?" She made a face, opening her mouth as she scolded her.

Frustrated by her own carelessness, but mostly because she was in trouble, she chewed her lip and looked down, "I know. I'm sorry, chief."

The chief-of-surgery sighed, shaking her head, and they began walking together to do rounds on her first patient of the day. Before they headed in the room of the head doctor's first patient, she froze abruptly and turned around again, "I got a lot of things on my agenda today, Steele. You are our youngest senior resident, probably the youngest doctor in this whole damn hospital." Her head shook and her lip lifted in annoyance, "It doesn't mean you get treated with any specialty. If I can be here on time, you can, too. I did not hire you to be insufficient and late, regardless of how shiny your resumé claimed to be."

Anastasia shook her head, and the moment she does the phone in her pocket begins vibrating. Mr. Grey, not now, she thought. "I apologize, Dr. Bailey. Of course, it won't happen again."

"Mmhmm. Since you are starting out this week, I'll let it go just for today. It is a big hospital, so I suppose I could let you go, but that's it," the chief simply mumbled back with disapproval.

It was a big hospital though, anyone could get lost. The two doctors exchanged glances at each other and stood in silence. For someone so small, Dr. Bailey held a great amount of power and intimidation in such stature. "What the hell're you looking at me for? Let's go! Who do we got?"

The young doctor jumped, shaking herself back into the present, immediately found speaking from her vast memory, "Elena Burtram, 37, scheduled for a laparoscopic cholecystectomy…"

And thus began Dr. Steele's day, which ended up being a light one, despite it not being easy in the beginning. Being assigned work from the chief-of-surgery had its perks and benefits. Although there was a lot of administrative and checking pre- and post-op work, Anastasia managed to have finished all that work before the clock struck nine—anything before nine pm was early at this point. The work load was light; lap chole and appendectomy with Bailey, checking on other patients, and running scans for the chief made the day fly by quickly and in such a breeze. Sort of. Working with her is a double-edged sword.

Finally reaching the resident's lounge, Anastasia noticed the forgotten vibrating weight in her pants. She first looked at the time when her phone turned on as she raised it to her face. 7:45 p.m. Just fifteen minutes before she is supposed to be off. Upon raising her phone, she received five missed calls throughout the day, one voicemail, and three emails. After checking those notifications, she found that they had all been from the domineering Christian Grey.

Fantastic.

Anastasia rolled her eyes before rubbing her temples with one hand. She let her dark locks down from her ponytail before raising the phone to her ear and listening to what he had to say, "Miss Steele," his voice began, cool but veiled from irritation, "for a young woman of our technologically advanced generation, one would think that she would respond back to any of my messages. What really is the use of having technology when you don't use it? Please, call me when you get the chance."

As stubborn as Christian is, Anastasia doesn't give him the luxury of returning his call just yet; after all, he is the reason she is late, so she checked and began reading her emails to wait one at a time. The tardiness was not her fault, or at least she was too stubborn enough to take accountability; she thought why not string out not being in his company a bit longer. Opening her email she read the first one from the CEO.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: A Night of Firsts

Date: May 07, 2018 08:16

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele

I hope your night was a memorable first you'd hold forever; I know it was for me.

Slept well? How is your morning going? It's only been a couple hours since I have seen you, and I already crave you.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

How sweet. So punctual and kind for someone that calls himself dominant, she thought to herself. She chewed the inside of her lip and shivered at the thought of the word—dominant. Do-min-ant. She shook the thought and started to feel bad for her unresponsiveness.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Where are you?

Date: May 07, 2018 12:02

To: Anastasia Steele

The last time I checked, after concluding our eventfully wonderful weekend of letting me make love to you and thoroughly ravaging your beautiful body, I do remember you bidding me farewell but also telling me you would email me in the morning. You must be confused with time because it is now the afternoon, doctor.

Respond back when you can.

P.S. Have you thought about our agreement?

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

It was a little bizarre to have a man like Christian to message Anastasia. Someone so profoundly and immensely important, someone so successful like him would still have time for the young doctor. Surely, he must understand the stresses and workload of a learning surgeon. Maybe bizarre isn't the right word; how about slightly shocking? Or impressive? Obsessive, Anastasia thought declaratively, lips curling into a small smile from her little unspoken joke.

She didn't want to even think about the paperwork of this relationship, if one could even call it that.

One more to go, she thought. She opened her last email.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Irritated and Concerned

Date: May 07, 2018 13:57

To: Anastasia Steele

You told me you would message me when you got to work safely, let alone messaging me later. If you don't answer me soon, you will see me at 5:00 p.m.

Christian Grey

Annoyed CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Fuck, no, Anastasia gasped in thought. Her heart fell to her stomach and shattered into shards of broken glass on the floor. He must've left if he had been waiting so long. It's been almost three hours, she thought nervously to herself, but shook her head with optimism. There's no need for the fears of intimidating confrontation; he should've left already. At least, that's what the already tired doctor hoped.

Taking her time and pushing the billionaire to the back of her head, she promised herself she would call him after she got home. Anastasia replaced her scrubs attire with her street clothes of tight black jeans, and a grey-knitted, off-shoulder long sleeve. She dropped the dirty blue scrubs into the waste basket and left the lounge.

The elevator doors dinged open, and the small brunette doctor hurried out. Listening to her little black-heeled boots echo against the floors of the hospital, Anastasia suddenly was stopped by a tap on the shoulder as she turned to the waiting area of the surgical wing.

Slowing down the pace of her walking, she turned around and the person was revealed to be a tall and light-skinned handsome man with blue-ish-green-eyes. His mesmerizing eyes were hard to forget, "Dr. Avery," Anastasia exclaimed, "hello. How are you, and what can I do for you?" She ran her fingers through her hair like a comb and smiled gently.

Stunned by his appearance, she shook her head in disbelief at the sight of his attractiveness. One doesn't have to be attracted to another by noticing his or her physical attractiveness, to be fair. His broad shoulders and fit physique can be seen even on top of his clothing. His neatly groomed stubble faded perfectly into his hairline. He grinned showing off his pearly-whites, contrasting against his pink lips, "I thought you'd be the newbie. Are you heading out, Dr. Steele? I was just wondering if I could walk with you."

Anastasia blinked at him and then grinned back gently, sounding pleased, "That would be nice." As they began walking out together, she asked, "I'm just curious, Dr. Avery, how—how do you know me exactly? It's only been my first week here, and I feel as though the only person that would—well, would be the chief." Anastasia chuckled slightly at her comment.

With his hands in his pockets, he casually replied, "As a board chairman of this hospital, I think it would be in my best interests to know who I'd be working with or who is hired in my hospital," he continued grinning, "however, I was just curious to know how you know who I am."

His family owns the hospital, stupid girl, scolding herself quietly. She shook her head as the thought slipped her mind, "Of course, I'm sorry I had almost forgotten…"

Just as the young resident was about to answer his question with a slight blush, she was stopped by the receptionist, Vivian. "Dr. Steele?" She squinted her eyes at her, examining Anastasia while holding the phone to her shoulder as she was putting someone on hold.

Abruptly stopping, "Yes?" the young brunette turned with a confused smile, "that is me."

"A man," she paused before repeating and whispering with a blushing giggle, "A very good-looking man by the name Christian Grey was requesting you downstairs at the entrance of the hospital. He kept coming up and insisted on seeing you."

"Thank you. I am headed there right now," She responded with a continuing nervous smile. Shit.

"I told him you were busy in surgery, but I don't know if he is still here. He came to my desk many times throughout the hours and left telling me to tell you he'd be downstairs at the entrance," Vivian smiled back before returning to her call.

"Friend of yours?" Dr. Avery slightly furrowed his brows as he curiously inquired the accompanying resident with a smile.

"I guess you can say that…" She muttered quietly. The two doctors continued walking out together, heading down the stairs of the hospital's entrance. Mr. Grey continued to be nowhere in sight as Anastasia's eyes scanned the floors quickly. Wanting to change the subject her eyes brightened, recalling back to his smart-mouthed inquiry, "To answer your question, who wouldn't know you, Dr. Avery? You are a renowned plastic surgeon in the west coast." She looked up at him and smiled, and he smiled warmly back from her simple flattery.

Anastasia continued, looking straight ahead at the glass wall and doors of the hospital's entrance, guarded by two security officers by its doors, "Head of the Plastic Surgery department and ENT at Catherine Fox Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital. Your family owns this hospital, so essential you own this hospital and—" The young resident stopped in her tracks, gasping as the realization hit her, "Again, who wouldn't know you! You're an Avery!"

"Damn, I got a fan club," He laughed, "I do get sick and tired of getting recognition because of the name, especially with what happened with my grandfather and all…but it is nice finally hearing positivity coming from someone like you." his voice drifted with a weak smile.

She blinked a bit confused before being suddenly reminded of current events, "Dr. Avery, I'm sorry about your grandfather's passing, I hope I didn't—"

"Please, really, there's no need to apologize. He was quite the man. Or maybe he wasn't…" the tone in his voice droned melancholically.

She inhaled deeply and quietly, "I saw on the news what had happened before I landed in Seattle." Harper Avery, another renowned surgeon and surgical innovator of the Harper Avery Foundation—in which really makes the Averys medicine royalty (not quite humble though)—was accused of sexual assault by thirteen women after he died. Money kept all those poor women quiet to not hurt the deceased Avery's reputation. Long gone, his family had to suffer the horrible PR nightmares and legalities of Harper Avery's actions—hurting their reputation as whole.

"It really sucks having the name with everything that has happened, but I guess it's the legacy I'm dealt with. I'm just glad it is over and taken care of now," he sighed. "Jackson. It's Jackson, by the way, if my fan club does not know." He joked and smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

The brunette rolled her eyes and chuckled gently as she responded back, "Anastasia."

Silence began filling the void of their conversation, but something lit in Dr. Steele; again, she smiled to herself.

Noticing, Jackson turned his head to Anastasia with a questioned smile, "What?"

She shrugged, "I don't think you have much to worry about when it comes to your surname's legacy, that's all."

"Oh really?" He smiled more widely with curiosity, "And why is that?"

As if she really had to explain herself, Anastasia shook her head with a scoffing smile, "You're kidding." He continued putting on his questioned look causing her to shake her head again as she went on, "You have Avery blood in you, that may or may not mean something, but you are not just a gold and shiny name. That name means something for a reason, not just money, and that is why people have fan clubs and gush over your name.

Your family is a bunch of surgical innovators. Smart, talented, and skilled, exemplifying the Avery name," the young resident said, stopping in her word thoughts again and correcting herself, "Maybe it isn't in your blood or the name. It's you, too. Maybe you are the one who is smart, talented, and skilled. Innovative, too. I mean, I remember reading somewhere about spray-on skin? That's incredible!"

Flattering went on without realizing she was gushing about Jackson Avery, "I also read that article you published about…" she paused and her eyes lightened with a snapped finger in the air, "Caroline Hodges! Laryngeal cancer, the one with the tumor in her throat!"

Alarmed by the excited volume, he widened his eyes at her excitement and grinned, but he let her continue, "The little girl that was going to lose her voice, but you gave it back to her using a…an organic larynx constructed from the intestine and the appendix." She opened her mouth, still in shock from remembering what she read before turning and smiling at him, "See, Jackson? You really have nothing to worry about. It's in you. Whether or not the surgical innovation or genius is in you, you managed to have not only done something to save a little girl's life but changed it for the better."

She smiled and looked ahead, thinking about Caroline, "You made her life better. And really, that's what this is all about, being who we are. We get to not only change lives but better them, too." She nodded, listening to her heart-warming gut, "You made the impossible possible. That is why you have a fan club. You influence and teach other fellow surgeons around, including myself, to train and to be like you. So, don't think about it or worry too much, okay? I mean, I don't have a lot of experience like yourself nor do I have the right to probably be saying anything to make this situation any valid, but your works speak for themselves. And it's from Jackson Avery, not just any Avery."

She exhaled gently before turning to his face again. His eyes are glimmering with overwhelming flattery and warmth, and his face is shocked and happy. The two exchanged smiles, but his smile only warmed even more as seconds passed, "Wow, I was not expecting that. Thank you." He was left speechless, avoiding the option of teasing her and shaking his head with a smile, "You're just a good boost of ego and a ray of sunshine, aren't you. You remind me of someone."

Brushing off the gratitude and compliment with a wave of her hand, "Thank yourself. You did it," she said with her smart comment.

"Hey, are you free right now?" Jackson asked happily and hopefully, a hand on her shoulder to stop her, but the resident's voice was lost as she gazed at a familiar person. Him.

Christian Grey was ahead, eyes blazed with gray. She could see him huff and exhale harshly from afar as he approached her, like a wolf to his lamb. His grey eyes burned right into her light hazel eyes. One fist was clenched while the other hand running through his already messed-up hair.

Her eyes opened and flared into slight fear, looking away to break his gaze, Is he going to kill me? What the…

"Ana!" Jackson shook her shoulder, jolting her from her fearful trance.

She turned her head and looked at him confused. He repeated himself again, "I asked if you wanted to get a drink. There's this place—Joe's is nearby."

Finally reaching his lamb, the wolf stood closely beside his prey and answered for her, "Actually, I'm taking her home right now." His hand gently crept from behind, snaking his way around her waist and gently beckoning her to move his way with a pull, while Anastasia could feel some heat emanating from his palm. "I have been waiting for quite some time after all."

"Uhh…okay?…" He lifted his brow, opening his mouth to say something else but just turned and simply pointed at the wolf, as he turned to the young lamb.

Weary from an eventful day of work, she simply responded, "Jackson, this is Christian Grey; he's the CEO of Grey Enterprises," Anastasia then turned to Christian, who is not taking eye-contact off Jackson with his icy stare, "Mr. Grey, Dr. Jackson Avery; his family owns the hospital and the Harper Avery Foundation."

Stepping back just a bit, Anastasia found herself witnessing an intense staring contest. Around the same height of six feet, she stared at two men rivaling a staring gaze, not seeming to care about anything she had just said nor each other's occupations.

Within seconds Jackson broke his gaze and turned back to Anastasia, trying to find light in his eyes with a smile, "So, that drink?"

"I believe I said that I am taking her home, Dr. Avery," His icy grey stare blazed more with his nose slightly flaring, interrupting and speaking for the young resident before she could speak.

"Oh, I heard you—Mr. Grey was it?" He slowly turned his head back, and irritation was beginning to radiate from his eyes, "but I wasn't asking you. I was asking Dr. Steele, and now unless somehow she is asking you to communicate for her through you, I want an answer from her. Is he bothering you?"

His eyes rolled and his head slowly turned away from Christian and back at Anastasia, flexing his jaw. He's annoyed for sure, now. Christian began to take a step forward, only causing Jackson to shake his head and show no fear against the cold wolf by stepping forwards himself.

Immediately, Anastasia found herself intervening with an exclamation, "Dr. Avery!" And with that, the staring contest and the testosterone battle slowly began dissolving. Jackson looked down at her and attempted to smile through his irritation. She continued, "I'd love to have a drink with you, but Mr. Grey has been waiting for me for some time now—"

"Three hours, now," he corrected sternly.

Christian, can you…she thought before rolling her eyes in her head. I'm sorry, but the whispered words in her thoughts did not part from her lips.

"Right, well, I'd love to reschedule and have a rain check on that drink though, please." She smiled graciously, her façade hiding her nervousness well.

Jackson rubbed his lips together and smiled, "Alright. Well, it was a pleasure finally meeting you today, Anastasia. I will raincheck to that drink," He held out his hand to her.

She looked down quickly at his beautifully tan hands before looking up at him and taking it into her own. He was warm, and he patted his other hand on top of hers, warming her little cold hand from both sides. Anastasia answered back, "The pleasure is all mine," she nodded and smiled appreciatively at Jackson.

The plastic surgeon smiled even more warmly. He definitely is one beautiful man; this should be a crime.

After responding back to Dr. Avery, Christian somehow managed to have Anastasia hook her arm around his arm, dragging and whisking her away. He was sick from this sight. She hurried quickly out the door with him, trying to wave good-bye.

She began panting slightly from the quickened pace, trying to keep up with him; the shoes were slightly uncomfortable to hurry in, despite how good they accentuated her legs. Finally being out of sight, she quickly snatched her arm back and away from him, trying to take a bit of air back in.

He whipped around, anger in his eyes, but she recoiled back with an answer, "I can't walk quickly in these shoes; we're almost jogging, Christian, and I'm out of breath. Why are we in such a hurry?"

Christian snatched Anastasia's wrist and continued pulling her, "Oh, I can find a way to take your breath away…"

"You're angry at me?" She questioned with a pant, trying to get an answer.

"I'm angry at you." He repeated back, coldly, "You had to ask?"

"Why?" The brunette asked almost naïvely, but the angry man did not respond. I am a busy woman in the last year of her residency. She pulled her hand back and clutched it into her other hand's grasp, stopping against the wall of the emergency drop-off of the hospital.

He paused in his tracks and turned around with eyes continued to blaze with fury, "Why? If you were mine, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I wouldn't be feeling this way or having to drag you out like this. If you were mine, you wouldn't be defying me with every chance we had together. If you were mine—"

"But I'm not!" Anastasia interrupted his statement with her own answer, continuing, "I'm. Not. Yours." She stood her ground, nose flared as she looked up at him. "I'm not a dog. I won't chase and come to your will whenever you want. I have a life, and you have yours. So, be the adult that you are and talk to me instead of going maniacally angry on my coworkers and me, you man-child."

Anastasia's angry words were like the ice that matched his gaze, and they were both standing there in silence as they exchange heat and icy stares at each other.

Whatever the young doctor did released a small emotion of angry lust that unveiled from his eyes.

Christian lunged forward and ambushed her lips with a hungry kiss, relishing the taste from her mouth. Winded from the force of his attack, Anastasia gasped before breathing into him as their lips fit perfectly like a lock and key. He pushed her against the stone wall, a hand gripped into a fist full with her dark locks clenched inside while his other hand grabbed at her waist; her side fitting perfectly into his palm. Their kisses turned quickly from hated passion into the aggressive hungry form awaited all day, awaken from the anger of their events. His tongue invaded her mouth, penetrating through her lips before rubbing and lashing against hers. She pushed against his tongue, one hand at one side of his face, while the other hand was on the opposite side gently placed at his neck.

Finally getting control, her tongue was able to push through as both their tongues were fighting for dominance, circling around and around. The doctor's trespassing hand slid down his neck and almost slid to his chest, but before that could happen, the hand at the her waist was then swiftly snatched away and pressed against the glass of the shuttered window. His body was then pressed against hers, releasing their kiss for a moment for air. Their breathing was almost in unison, panting for air from a deeply lustful kiss, noses rubbing against each other as Anastasia's trembling lips rubbed against Christian's. She breathed in his scent, smelling of clean clothes, body wash, and him.

"So sweet…" He whispered, "You're so sweet…in every way…"

The doctor felt winded as if hit with a forceful wave of emotion and lust. With closed eyes, she slid her hand away from his face, and she placed it on top of her left breast, feeling the acceleration of her heart beat more quickly. Anastasia's eyes fluttered opened, staring into his entrancing gray eyes. He continued rubbing his nose against hers gently, calming them both down as he cupped her face gently with his hands. The emotional energy of their lust overwhelmed the brunette, causing her to lay her head back against the glass, feeling his warm breath against her small chin.

"If you were mine," he responded with a breathy repeated statement, "we could do this. We could do so much together. Feel and be anything we want. But this stunt you pulled today… It was unfair and cruel. I was worried about you. And then, I saw you with another man." He sighed against her wet lips.

"Have you thought about us? I want you, Anastasia. All to myself. Mine." His eyes were dark and hungry for her, and she opened her eyes watching him in a mesmerizing daze. The attraction and pull she felt from him replaced her anger, which at this point seemed forgotten and nonexistent. The lightness of her hazel eyes stared into his dark gray eyes, overwhelmed and weak with so much feelings and emotions.

"I can take you right here if you wanted, baby…" Christian said, leaning in again; hands reaching around, one gently placed on her neck while the other wrapped around her waist again. His breath shakily and hotly tickled her neck, traveling back to her lips after grazing her chin, "I want you…give yourself to me, Anastasia."

He pushed a knee gently up between her thighs, gently rubbing against her crotch as he propped her up a bit higher against the wall. She gasped from his sudden movement and impulsive aggressiveness, causing him to smirk with intense desire, plunging back down to steal what he wanted in front of him.

"Wait," she trembled, holding onto his arms and causing him to freeze in his path. He looked into her eyes, still breathing intensely back and forth against each other, breathing each other's air. The anticipation was agonizing for both of them, but her monosyllabic word snapped themselves out of their lustful trance. He stepped back, watching her.

Like a weight off her body, she placed her fingers on her décolletage, tracing her collarbone before pressing her palm against her chest. He stared back hungrily and lustfully, as if she were teasing him with her body. The fact is, she needed a moment to regain consciousness. She felt as though her body and mind was sent somewhere else. The wind in the air began to blow and pick up, serendipitously cooling their heated bodies and emotions. She gently rubbed her neck and closed her eyes to feel the cool breeze, leaning against the wall with her foot propped back against it. Her hair flew against the current of the breeze.

She was an immaculate beauty in his eyes. Her shiny, supple, and radiantly snow skin glowed against the fluorescent lighting, exposed from the slouchy long-sleeve she was wearing. The curves of her body were exaggerated from the tightness of her jeans, watching the lines of the curves almost able to grab into his hands. Her legs were extended and long, teasing Christian to wrap around him and hold.

Their breathing slowed, but she could still feel his overwhelming hunger for her through his darkly gray eyes. The brunette chewed at the inside of her lip as she stared at him. "Don't," he simply responded, stepping in closer. She let go of her lip gently, putting her hand up which caused him to stop in his place. She breathed hotly and watched the vapored condensation of her breath slowly creep out from her quietly panting lips.

Anastasia pulled herself away from the wall, pulling her long sleeve back up and adjusting it correctly.

"Was I not enough?"

The doctor watched the CEO carefully, trying to understand his question. His gray eyes turned from blazed, to hungry, to anxious. She questioned his statement with a confused face, and he repeated himself with more clarification, "Was yesterday night—was it not good enough?"

How so little communication and conversation can make a man like him crumble in his own thoughts, she thought to herself. His slightly pained and embarrassed expression immediately placed concern. He went on, "You haven't messaged me, you haven't responded—hell, you haven't even said anything to me and then I see you with that man… It seems as though you are avoiding me."

"No, Christian, no," Anastasia whispered gently, moving forward and pressing her forehead against his. She gently pecked her lips upon his, rubbing the back of his head gently.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, as if his burdened thoughts were lifted off his body from her reassurance. Her eyes innocently looked back into his dark eyes, "You were perfect." She shook her head and smiled with a slightly flushed face. Unsure if slightly pink face was from the cold weather, or from her own emotions, she went on, "You are perfect, Christian. You…yesterday… This weekend was amazing, Christian, don't worry."

Anastasia cleared her throat, running her fingers through the locks of her dark hair, "However, you need to understand that I am not as experienced as you in…all that we did." She looked away from her choice of words, smiling nervously as she recounted the memories of their intense weekend. She pleaded again, looking back at him, "You need to give me some time. I spent the entire weekend with you, as you tried persuading me with your curious offer. I haven't had time to think. And I haven't even had time to adjust because of work, either."

Raising her hand up to his cheek, she stroked his cheekbone with her thumb, smiling as her eyes slightly glimmered from the cold air of Seattle. Her lips shined pink to match with her slightly pink nose. Her eyes blinked into his gaze, and he inhaled quickly at the sight of her pure beauty, "I just want you to be mine. To please consider my offer and make the right decision as soon as you can so we can explore… everything together. His voice shook as he emphasized "mine." Matching her hand, his warm hand cradled the side of her cold cheek and face.

Christian quickly grabbed the doctor's cold hands into his, "Jesus, you're freezing, Ana …" She watched him breathe hotly onto them after pulling his jacket over her, draping it on her shoulders. "Let's talk about this later and get you home."

She slowly murmured, as he held one hand and had an arm embraced around her warmly, "I'm sorry. It's just been a long day, Mr. Grey. I can't say that you were much help towards the end."

"Apologizing for being tired? That's an absurd apology, and also not the apology I was counting on," he shook his head. He smirked and kissed her head gently, "I might be to blame for your exhaustion, but I won't take all the blame. We can talk tomorrow, you've went through a lot."

For some reason, Anastasia was overwhelmed with so much that has happened today, so she found herself out of thought and a bit broken. Exhaustion was most to blame and also why she felt somehow numb and shutdown. Their extreme sessions of sexual activities are most likely to blame just as Christian brought up, but the doctor was too tired to care. Not as much physically as she was mentally, but at this point, she could not tell the difference. She walked slowly with him as he held her hand and pulled her into an alley toward a car. Finally reaching their destination, a blond crew-cut man, built in stature was awaiting (apparently) the two of them by a black and sleek Audi.

Oh god, what is this now? Who is this? She thought morbidly. She stood still and the resistance from her hand slightly pulled Christian back. He turned around to stare at her, questioning her silent action before following her gaze back to the random guy.

Christian stared at Anastasia reassuringly, rubbing her shoulders and arms gently, "Don't worry, he's safe. This is Taylor. He'll drive us home."

She shook her head, smiling tiredly, "No, it's fine. No need to drive because my home is in walking distance. I live near the hospital." She lifted her finger and pointed in a direction neither cared to look. Both men already knew the answer and outcome of this situation.

"Anastasia, it's freezing out. I'm not going to let you walk in this cold no matter how close your home is in proximity," he held her face in his hands. "Let me take you home, Ana, I don't want you to get sick." He kissed her temple and then her ear as he ushered her toward the car. At this point, she was too overwhelmed fight, instead taking his gentlemanly offer.

Taylor opened the car door, letting the two of them sit and settle in before shutting it close on them and heading to the driver seat. Turning on the ignition and the heater, he asked quietly, "Where to, Mr. Grey?"

After buckling and warming up Anastasia, he turned to the sleepy doctor and asked, "Anastasia, your home, what's the address?"

"Up there," she struggled to point at the nearest building, "50 Woodson Park. Apartment 202," she spoke slowly before nestling herself against the corner of the car's door.

He frowned; even when it was going to be a small car ride, he wanted her body by his side.

She rested her eyes for a few minutes, and was awaken from a small nudge.

"We're home. Let's get you inside," Christian responded quickly, lifting her into his arms once Taylor opened the door for them. "I'll be back, Taylor, wait for me."

Carrying her into the apartment complex after two flights of stairs, he reached the door to Anastasia's apartment, the first door on the right turn. "We're here; I'm going to put you down now, Anastasia. Give me your keys so I can open the door."

Anastasia nodded her head gently, reaching in and pulling out her keys immediately, handing him the key to her door. He took the keys and tried opening it once placing it into its lock, but it wouldn't budge open. She smiled amused, watching him struggle and curse to himself.

"What the fuck is wrong with this door?" His voice irritated and increasing anger by the seconds that passed.

She placed her hand onto his shoulder, pulling him back gently to show him. She reached for her keys and handed it back to Christian to hold, staring at her confused. She knew a quick trick that she could show him. Her hand reached toward the doorknob, she wiggled the knob around a few times before pulling and yanking it out of the door. He gazed in horror, watching Anastasia as she handed the knob to him. She stepped back, breathing in before kicking the door open with her foot.

Anastasia walked in before turning on the flickering lights, "Thank you for taking me home, Christian, I think I may go to bed early," she dropped her items on the ground of her threshold and handed his coat back to him.

Mortified and shocked, he shook his head pulling her back out by her hand and yanking her out. He grabbed her items back out of the apartment, draped the coat back around her, and slammed the door shut, "You aren't staying in that hellhole; are you insane? Is this where you've been staying?" His eyes were filled with blazing concern.

She smiled in admiration, "Not everyone can be fortunately and luxuriously wealthy like you, my mad king. Plus, I think this place has character." She snickered jokingly, amused at his concern. Shrugging, she tried reassuring him, "As bad as it looks, it's not so bad. The neighbors are really nice, and we're already here."

Christian shook his head, snatching her hand before she could push the door open again, "Your place has shitty character. We'll do something about that later, but you are not staying here. Not until I can fix your door with appropriate locks or find you a better place. And you're lucky that I am fortunately and luxuriously wealthy, as you would put it."

Christian shook his head in disbelief and aggravation, pulling her back to his side before heading back out. "I liked that you called me that earlier, your majesty," he smirked down at her, and she smiled to herself, still lazy-eyed and filled with exhaustion.

Being placed back into the black Audi with her items, she began sitting herself up, "This gesture is really kind, but I don't need to go to your place, Mr. Grey. I've been fine ever since I moved and—"

Ignoring her, he commanded to his driver, "Taylor, home."

Frustrated, Anastasia made a face of annoyance as Christian glared down with eyes challenging back, "Don't test me again, tonight, Anastasia. You've put me through enough."

"Funny, I'm naturally good with tests," she smartly mused to herself.

Amused by her side comment, his tone darkened, adjusting with his eyes, "Care to take a few tests now?"

"Mr. Grey!" The young doctor immediately whipped her face towards him in anger and horror, watching him stare down his prey, then back at the rear view mirror of the driver. Taylor seemed to not be paying attention, or at least he seemed very good at pretending not to.

"Yes, Miss Steele?" He leaned in closer, sneaking an arm around her with a hot whisper against his ear. Feeling the warmth of his bodied presence and his tantalizing aroma invading her senses, she squirmed in and adjusted against her seat as Christian moved in.

He pressed his lips onto her head, inhaling the sweet scent from her hair and body into his nose. Anastasia's body tensed and shivered from his presence, trying to brush off the feeling, and trying to push off the feeling of desire and want from the wolf beside her.

Watching the view from outside the car window, passing sights one by one, Christian spoke again, "I'm still upset, Anastasia."

"Man-child," Anastasia muttered with an unimpressed and wary look, a hidden smile hiding underneath the mask of her irritation.

Feeling eyes blaze beside her, the CEO's nose flared, reaching for the doctor's chin and lifting forcefully toward his face with his two fingers, "Excuse me?"

"Oh, you're excused," the brunette wittily responded back. Her amused hazel eyes challenged his storming gray eyes. Continuing, she flung his grip away from her chin, turning back into the direction she was originally in, "What happened? Did you pass gas, Mr. Grey?"

After her snarky comment, Christian widened his eyes in more anger and irritation while Taylor cleared his throat to suppress his own amused feelings. Christian immediately flashed his angry eyes toward his driver, but the man behind the wheel kept his still composure as if nothing happened.

Anastasia secretly smiled to herself and at her witty comment, I think I like Taylor. At least he understands a good joke.

A heated whisper brushed her head, "I'd bend you across my knee right now, if you weren't so tired."

Ignoring his threatening comment, she stared up at the driver. "Taylor?" the doctor's voice asked shyly with a hesitated smile, watching him in the rear view mirror again.

Alert from his own name, he looked in the mirror and made eye contact with her, "Miss Steele?"

"Anastasia, please."

Taylor nodded once and cleared his throat with a slight pause, as he repeated her name back, "Anastasia. What can I do for you?"

Pleased with a smile, she asked gently, "When will we get back to Christian's home? I'd like to know when this kidnapping would end and when we reach our destination. That's all."

"We've arrived, miss," he answered, a small smile still crept underneath a hidden composure.

"Yes, we're here," Christian stated irritably, breaking the small conversation between the driver and the doctor.

Anastasia's eyes brightened with small excitement. Wealth and luxury is not something she can witness every day, so she was hoping to explore the wealth of Christian Grey's Escala Seattle condominium complex once again. She smiled with curiosity, opening the door for herself and snatching her items before anyone could grab them. She left the door open for the man who sat beside her throughout the car trip and toward the elevator that led to the billionaire's extravagant home.

Quickly passing a stunned Taylor, he froze from her swiftness and caught up with Anastasia, "Miss Steele, please, let me grab your items for you."

Looking down to finally hop over the last step of the staircase, she turned to Taylor with a smile, "You're so kind, Taylor, but that's okay, I got it." She patted his arm gently and continued moving on with a smile.

Christian briskly walked behind her, still seething with irritation and anger from the events of this evening and the car ride. Taylor stared at Christian, confused with not knowing what to do. The CEO reached toward her shoulder, "Anastasia, please hand your items to Mr. Taylor."

"No," she countered back and repeated again, "I said I have it."

Taylor opened the door for the two awaiting the threshold of their entrance and held the door open. Anastasia nodded with a smile of gratitude before stepping inside, Christian following behind.

He snatched Anastasia's items out of her grip and pushed them towards Taylor, "Leave us, Taylor." His voice was commanding. He has definitely had it with this girl.

Anastasia turned around, nose twitching and flaring at him. She waited for the echoes of Taylor's footsteps to dissipate before she snapped at him, "I'm here! You got what you wanted. How can there possibly be any problem now?"

"Enough!" Christian yelled, seething with anger. Boiling with his frustrating thoughts, he stepped forward with eyes blazing and glaring. To much of Anastasia's surprise, she found herself flinching from the volume of his voice and turned away as fear slowly crept back into her system. He breathed heavily, burdened with his heavy emotions. He repeated what the small girl in front of him had said, "A problem? Is there a problem? Would you like me to list them out for you, Anastasia?" He ran his fingers through his unruly, now unkempt, hair and massaged the bridge of his nose as he snapped back at her.

The doctor stared at him, watching him pained and weary from his problems with her. She made a confused face, trying to understand the things that led Christian up to this point, forgetting everything that happened for a second because of his emotional and verbal outburst.

"I would bend you across my knee, right now if I could…" he stepped forward in with a hungry and angry gaze. His stormy eyes gazed at her reaching to touch her face before closing it in my fist. He continued, "However… you can just be so god damn stubborn and infuriating, Anastasia! You've been challenging me every chance you got." He began pacing around to release any steam left in him, "We had a wonderful time together—I had a wonderful time with you, for that matter, something I haven't had in a while. You told me you would message me your safety at the hospital, but I have not heard from you all day. Then, when I do see that you are fine, you are walking out with another man and escorting him to go get drinks! He wants what I want—something that should be mine."

Understanding his intentions and feelings, sort of, Anastasia tried correcting him with reassurance, "Christian, Jackson was just—"

He made a face of disappointed disbelief as he interrupted with an angry snap, "Are you really this naïve, or do you have no social clue or idea of how people work? I mean, this is just ridiculous, Miss Steele?"

Ouch. A light of shame, guilt, and hurt clouded her hazel eyes. Truthfully, Anastasia does not have any experience whatsoever in any social situation. It was no wonder her virginity was taken from the ravenous Christian Grey. She does not have any experience with people, regardless if it were casual, romantic, or intimate. Is she really that naïve, then? Is she that clueless? For once, is she that stupid, despite her depths and vastness of her knowledge?

Still not finished with his verbal frustrations, he continued roaring, "And I see this man is asking you out for drinks, probably just trying to consume and take in what I claimed to be mine! The only right thing you did was sending him off. What? So, you are confidentially flirting with other men now after our intimate rendezvous? Again, I have not heard from you all day, so I decide to wait for you, longer than I should be waiting. And I take you home, and you show me your dangerous hellhole of an apartment. To top everything all off, your attitude—which is not becoming of you by the way—sets me over my limits as I worry for your safety! Insulting and joking so cavalier in front of my employee. You call me the man-child, but here and behold, you are the one actually being the child. Do you have any idea—"

"I'm sorry," the words in Anastasia's mouth vomited out uncontrollably.

There was a pause. Time had frozen, and there was a lull. No sound. No movement. Stillness. A jealous, worried, control freak afraid I'd run away. I need to stop being so cruel with the unnecessary… everything.

Nose still flared, but his blazing eyes now slowly starting to extinguish fire, he awaited for her to speak more. Uncomfortable with this confrontation, Anastasia spoke in guilt, "Seattle, so far, has been life-changing in more ways than I can think of." She began with her first explained excuse, "Life-chaning in ways you couldn't believe, and I was late for work. My boss was upset with me, and I was given so many things to do. I was upset with you, but also myself because I was the one that delved into my own selfish cravings. Cravings that I still…crave…"

Christian reached forward to touch her gently, but she stepped back and continued her explanation putting her hands up to stop him, "I'm sorry I made you wait. I should have called during my free time or during lunch—but to be fair, I have not eaten all day because of my preoccupied schedule. I had a plate of other things to tend to before I could find myself even a plate of food, and even then I forgot, and it was too late." There was a brief minute of concern in his gray eyes again, but she looked away from his intimidating gaze, "It wasn't until it was already late that I finally checked through your messages to me."

Anastasia sighed, breathing in and out deeply. Calming her breath, she spoke what she felt, "I'm intimidated and scared of you a little. A lot. I don't know what to do or how to feel." He stared at her with worriment as he froze from her words, brows furrowing with his matching gaze. "Maybe I did avoid you, today," she started, "but it wasn't intentional. Subconsciously, maybe… You have to understand, I don't understand how to work out or process what I am feeling. I just never learned how to do that, nor did I ever feel certain things I felt with you so intimately that night—that weekend. It's easier to push them off. My day was off all day because of you. Everything that you confessed to me, and what you had proposed was a lot to think about, even when I didn't have time to. I just need time to process…to process every—"

The once frustrated man, now consoled, pulled her into his chest, resting his chin on top of head. She widened her eyes in shock, staying there as her arms were locked and wrapped around his tight and warming embrace. Christian breathed her in again, kissing her head gently as one hand reached up to rub her hair gently. She murmured into his chest shortly before looking up and explaining again, "I am a bit overwhelmed lately; I don't really know what to feel or what I am feeling, let alone know what to do, Mr. Grey, so, I'm sorry."

Christian's manly scent of musk and woodsy cologne, mixed with fresh laundry embraced her senses, filled her senses. It relaxed her body, and Anastasia found herself more relaxed and at ease—blissful. He whispered, "I hadn't realized. If I had thought to consider or have known, I wouldn't have been so—"

"Overbearing?" She interrupted quietly as she chewed her lip, repressing a giggle.

He shook his head, looking down and lifting her chin up, "I was going to say worried, Miss Steele. With your smart mouth, are you asking to get punished?" He smirked down. Jokes aside, he muttered quietly, "I don't like to share."

Speechless, Anastasia looked away embarrassed, but he lifted her chin again, this time face-to-face with their lips barely touching. Christian rubbed his thumb over the bottom of her wet lip, putting his wet thumb into his mouth to taste. "Sweet," he whispered, toying with her bottom lip again. Pulling and dragging her lip down before forcing her mouth open with two fingers, slightly pinching her cheeks to form an "o" with her mouth, Christian leaned in closer kissing her deeply.

Her wet lips transferred her taste onto his. Christian took away the taste with the swipe of his tongue, "Mmm…" he moaned into her mouth as her steady breath became shaky. He snuck his hand behind the back of her hair, lacing his fingers through her dark locks before entangling them into his fingers. He clenched and gripped her hair before pulling down, exposing her neck and causing Anastasia to gasp.

"You're so beautiful, Anastasia…" His vibrating words murmured against her bare neck. He licked and kissed at it gently before rubbing his nose against the trail of her neck. He breathed her in, her scent and her essence, the sweetness filling his nose. He began placing a trail of warm kisses up her neck and back to her lips, causing her to wrap her arms around him tightly, and eager for more. So much more.

Anastasia breathed the air that Christian breathed out, taking in his taste as he took her in. His hands were all over, traveling from the curves over her body, pulling him toward her closely and tightly before moving back to her face and neck. Rhythmically, their bodies rocked gently against each other as he pulled her body onto his. He wrapped an arm around her lower back, his palm taking grip of her sweater while his other hand was at her cheek, kissing more deeply into her. Their tongues finally met and wrapped around each other.

It was so overwhelming and intense that Anastasia began getting light headed, forgetting to breathe. She shivered from his touch, his hands, and his lips, daring to break the kiss for air and pressing her forehead against his. It was a good thing that she did; she felt her consciousness slipping again. He persisted, attacking her with deep and hot kisses on the corners of her mouth, chin, and neck, traveling back and forth.

Christian came back to her face, meeting eye-to-eye as he pressed his head against hers again. They were both panting together, and she rubbed her lips together after licking them gently, savoring any taste she could get from what the hungry wolf leftover. He held her closely, embracing her and the warmth that they exchanged to one another.

He finally spoke, breaking their intimate connection as he left her go and pulled her hand into the kitchen, "Come. You haven't eaten all day."

Following him, she responded back, "I-I'm not hungry anymore."

Tonight has been messy. I'm such a hot mess… Her thoughts sighed and disapproved.

Christian pulled out the stool from under the island table, seating her there as he went to go quickly fetch some food and drinks, despite her comment. He opened the fridge and reheated food into the microwave. She listened to the humming noise coming from the appliance as she watched him in a daze—he was moving so quickly that she could pass out watching.

Anastasia leaned on her arm, sleepily yet hungrily watching him, repressing and keeping her desires held together. Christian came back to her, placing two glasses onto the table with a pitcher of cold water to accompany. He gently poured a glass for her and handed it to her, "I'd offer you a drink, but you didn't even eat today."

She answered by shaking her head and graciously taking the glass with two hands to quench her thirst, hoping to brush off the lightheadedness—or is it dehydration?

He sighed disapprovingly, shaking his head at her, "Your last meal?"

"Pasta," she murmured, holding a fist to her lips as she yawned inside her mouth, eyes watering once she finished as she looked up at him.

"Pasta," Christian repeated, irritable. "The pasta from twenty four hours ago? The pasta we ate before our activities?"

What is the big idea, Dad? She smiled to herself, humored by her joke. There was too much energy to be joking all the time, so she took another gulp of water, again.

His mouth twisted as he looked at with blazing eyes, "This isn't amusing, Anastasia; you need to eat, and you need to take better care of yourself. It's no wonder you are weak and limp, especially everything that has happened in these past twenty four hours."

"This is my job and life, now; sometimes you don't have time to when you get so busy with everything in your life. You get used to it," Anastasia sighed, weary from this conversation.

Christian huffed with frustration, fetching the food in the microwave after it rang. He pulled the plastic cover off the plate and pushed it gently over to Anastasia, "That is not an excuse for a lack of self-care. Eat." He contemplated his own thoughts of taking care of her.

It was the same pasta his maid cooked for their dinner from last night. Her stomach grumbled happily, but she was not in the mood, "I'm not hungry. I'm too tired to eat."

"Eat," his nose flared, and he placed both hands on the table watching, eyes motioning down at the plate as he handed her a fork.

She shook her head, causing Christian to slam his hand onto the table, "You eat, Mr. Grey." The brunette handed the fork back to him and humored at his anger.

Christian pushed the fork back toward her, "I already ate. After waiting three hours for you, I had to. Your hospital food is repulsive and disgusting. Eat." He commanded again. "So help me, God, I will feed you myself if I have to."

Anastasia twisted and twirled the fork between her fingers, rubbing it gently against her lips, as she played with it against her teeth. She looked down at her bowl, her stomach continued barking at her. Her eyes were toying with her stomach's hunger, but she really was too exhausted to eat. Maybe feeding is what she needed.

He watched the fork toy against her lips, and desire filled his eyes again. His nose flared watching, waiting her to eat, so he could have a taste of her.

"I'm just not hungry," she frowned, "for food anyway." Embarrassed at the audacity that spoke from her lips, she looked immediately back down at her lips, twisting the spaghetti onto her fork and taking it into her mouth reluctantly.

Christian's eyes widened; amused and luminous with desire, he smirked, moving closely toward her. He finally got to relax more as he watched her feed herself. He stood beside her, rubbing her hair as she chewed, "So eager and insatiable now. Who knows what'll happen later, Miss Steele?" He leaned down and kissed her head again before stealing a quick kiss upon her lips.

She chewed, swallowed, and slowly ate some more. She shrugged, covering her mouth as she repeated him, "Who knows, Mr. Grey?"

His hand traveled from the back of her head to her back, grazing and rubbing gently up and down, humming with delight as she ate, "I know you haven't thought about it much, but do you have any idea on which way you'll be going with our deal at all?"

Anastasia looked up at him with disbelief, "I'm eating like you asked; one thing at a time, Mr. Grey. And is this really the time?" How can one really be thinking about sex contracts with a dominant at all? She thought to herself. Regardless if she had been eating, it is a topic that should not really be thought about or worth considering in any consideration, really. That is what she made herself believe as she pushed off the inevitable choice.

Wait. Inevitable? Inevitable in which way exactly? She thought to herself.

However, she wanted him, and she can't lie that she doesn't. Her consciousness was split into two with this decision, brain and heart. Which will she go with? Maybe thinking about it is exactly what she needed. But is this the only way for her to be with him?—platonic, mutual dominant and submissive relationship. Essentially, it is a written "contract" of their relationship in verbatim of them being high-class, yet dark friends with benefits, right? It is a rich bachelor who claims that they want to own her body and free will for his pleasure, instead of dates and being in a relationship. Is this the smart choice for her?

"I was just curious if you considered our deal, Miss Steele," Christian responded with a frown, pulling a stool out and sitting beside Anastasia, watching her scrape every noodle off her plate. She reached for her glass of water to wash down what she ate. "Good girl," he praised.

He watched her as she took her plate and glass to the sink. "Leave them there. I'll have Mrs. Jones clean it in the morning."

Anastasia nodded her head, feeling bad. She turned on the sink and rinsed her plate for Mrs. Jones, but didn't wash it just as Christian told her not to, not wanting to fight. She turned around, staring at a hopeful Mr. Grey with gray eyes awaiting her response.

Completely pushing the thought away, she called out his name, "Mr. Grey."

Christian sat up straight from the call of his name, questioning her, "Miss Steele?"

She blinked at him. He's like a dog, she thought with admiration. "May I use your shower to wash up? It's been quite a long day, and if you let me stay here, I'd like to be clean, please."

His eyes blinked back at her, and then frowned, as if hearing something he didn't expect "Of course. Let me show you where."

Following him past the staircase, they passed through his master bedroom and reached his gloriously-white master bathroom. Although it was dark, the white bathroom looked incredibly clean and glistened under any light that came in. It was no surprise this room was beautiful, too. The bathtub became one with the floor and sunk into the ground in one corner, while the shower was across the other side, impressively big with a water system she was not familiar with. The sinks were adjacent to the shower, and near the faucets was another smaller room, assumed to be the toilet. There were some vents on the floor and other on the ceiling, while others were attached to the walls. All these smart systems made Anastasia want to leave in fear of breaking the technology; she just wanted a damn shower, and this room was giving her slight anxiety in fear of breaking everything.

"Take all the time you need," he said, as he turned on the air ventilations and lights, visibly illuminating every shiny detail in his bathroom.

Anastasia turned to Christian quickly, "Mr. Grey, there aren't any doors in the shower." And there wasn't. The only thing missing from the shower itself was its doors. There was nothing to cover or shelter her body from the water coming down or people coming in—no curtains, no doors, just a vastly impressive system unoccupied.

Christian smirked and teased, rubbing the back of his head, "Is that a question? If it wasn't then it's quite the excellent observation, Anastasia." His shirt slightly lifted as he lifted his arm, exposing his briefs underneath and his Adonis belt. The lines of the lower abdominals revealed, a "v" that led to a dangerous destination.

"But how do you cover yourself from people coming in? Or prevent the water from splashing all over?" Her face was concerned and confused by this type of technology.

Cocking his head to one side, he answered back grinning at her cute confusion, "No one ever walks in, so I don't need doors." He walked over to the shower, "There are two shower drains; all the water from your shower just goes on here. It's a wet room, too." He walked over to the middle of the room revealing another shower drain, "This is an emergency drain for any sudden flooding."

He left Anastasia to do her sanitary business, "Take your time, but not too long. You need… sleep." He winked. Unsure if it was a joke, Anastasia shook the thought away knowing she had bigger things to deal with. She was left alone in the vastness of Christian Grey's luxurious bathroom to fend for herself. She began to strip her clothes and ready for her shower.

As Anastasia stood staring at the shower naked, confused, and cold, she quickly grabbed at the nearest towel to wrap her body warmly. She rubbed her head, staring intently at the three silver knobs with frustration. She sighed and huffed, muttering quietly, "How the fuck do you turn this on?"

Moments later, a head and a voice popped in, "Is something the matter, Anastasia?" She turned her head to a confused Christian Grey, cocking his head to one side. He asked with intended concern, but his eyes searched at her body, already imagining and remembering what was underneath. The white towel was snug tightly against her arms and her hair cascaded gently down her shoulders. "Beautiful," he whispered to himself, eyes hungry and filled with desire.

She chewed the inside of her lip, embarrassed, "I can't figure this thing out, Mr. Grey." She looked up at him, flushed, "I don't know how to turn your shower on."

Christian shook his head, smiling at her cute need for independence and self-capability, "Why didn't you say anything?" He gently went in the shower and reached forward the top faucet. His body was gently pressed against hers as his arm reached and turned the faucet. With that, the water gracefully fell from above like rain. He went on murmuring on her head, "Turn clockwise if you want the water to be hotter."

"Thank you," she thanked him, staring up at him, nervous from him again. Christian smirked and left out the room again. She didn't know where to place her towel, so she just dropped it on the ground and proceeded to get in.

The water was already steaming with heat, and Anastasia let out a quietly deep sigh, and yet somehow it echoed the room. The water traveled down her body, soaking her gently. Her hair was saturated with its warm water, and she felt relaxed. She cupped her hands together and rinsed her face of warm water.

I could get used to this, her thoughts moaned. She turned to reach for a pump of soap on the shelf, but her grasp grabbed air. Her head whipped to the shelf, and the soap was gone.

Searching for the misplacement of soap, pressure tensed around her and she felt her body tense up by the sudden presence as they wrapped their arms around her body slowly. Anastasia gasped, whipping around to see Christian wrapped around his arms and pushing her against the shower wall. The water fell onto their bodies and faces like rain. Squinting to see, she bent her head back, hands pressed against the sides of his arms, "Mr. Grey?" Her words were breathless against him.

"I couldn't resist, knowing that your naked body was right in the other room," he said slowly. He was beautiful, his already naked body drenched from the water with droplets falling down his skin so effortlessly. His wet eyelashes dropped water slowly down his face, breathing hotly against her lips, "Just begging to be taken…I thought maybe you can use some company. Do you mind if I join you?"

Overwhelmed again by the suddenness of his actions, sardonically witty comments were all that came to her head, "Why bother knocking nor asking when you've already intruded?" Please, join me… her thoughts and body excitedly contradicted with a sigh.

"Ask when it's my bathroom? Knock when it's my door?" Christian murmured against her lips, pushing his head onto hers. Both of his warm hands traveled up the slenderness of her body slowly, and his long fingers made their way around the curves of her breasts, cupping them gently from under. He pushed more pressure into grabbing her breasts gently; using both thumbs and index fingers to push against the plumpness of Anastasia's breasts.

Her mouth opened from his touch, putting her hands above her head as her head tilted back. Christian was able to play with the doctor's body so easily. She gasped as soon as his grip reached higher, clutching her breasts immediately and squeezing harder. His fingers from his clutch went between her pink nipples, hardening from his touch.

"A-Agh!…Mr…" Anastasia breathed more quickly, feeling her heart accelerate faster and unsure of Christian's next movements and plans. She felt his one arm reach back around, his palm firmly pressed against her back while softly clutching her skin, rubbing it gently up and down.

"God, you are so beautiful, Anastasia," Christian snarled lowly, making a carnal sound as he attacked her lips for a deep kiss. His lips pushed and kissed her with roughness and passionate aggression, feeding and lusting for her sweet taste. His other hand pressed firmly on the flatness of her stomach, turning it around and following down between her legs.

Anastasia's body and breath shuddered, opening her eyes immediately and watching his hands below before he kissed her deeply again, taking her breath away. She closed her eyes, pushing back his kiss as he felt his palm push against her groin. She moaned into his mouth, opening it more and merely making it more so for his tongue to invade her mouth. His tongue latched onto hers, swiping and searing at one another. They consumed each other and tasted one another to and from one another's mouth.

His palm lay on top of her clitoris, rubbing against her in circular motions slowly. "C-Christian …" she moaned and shuddered.

Christian stared down at her, lustful and hungry, watching his girl writhe and wiggle with her eyes fall back. He growled lowly with a murmur, "So responsive…so, so responsive and wet, Anastasia."

Her wet juices gently dripped down his palm, causing him to switch his hands. He pulled his wet fingers and palm to her lips, "Taste yourself for me, baby…" he breathed hotly onto her lips.

Anastasia had one hand on his, pulling it closer to her face before taking in his fingers with her lips, letting them wrap around his fingers as she sucked. The saltiness of her slick juices went down her throat. He watched her take his fingers into her mouth, opening his mouth as he replicated her lips. She pulled his fingers out and gently licked his palm, "Good girl," Christian moaned.

She stared at him for a second, slipping her tongue back into her mouth. He stared with a burning desire, pushing towards her again, breathing her in and penetrating her mouth again with his tongue. He took in the remains of her salty juices, but to him, she tasted desirably sweet. Addicted to her scent and taste, he swallowed and stole anything he found, rubbing his tongue against hers, while his palm continued rubbing at the clitoris of her groin.

Her moans whimpered, making guttural moans as he continued rubbing, picking up speed and rubbing in faster circles. "Come on, Ana …" Christian said through his teeth as he sucked and pulled at her bottom lip, "Open your eyes. I want to watch you when you come," he commanded.

Christian's hand continued doing magical work, furiously rubbing against her, now slipping two fingers against the slit of her lower lips and grazing them gently back and forth. She moaned out more, rolling her eyes back before closing them and bending her head back. Her body arched into a curve against his body, breasts pushed against his chest as he pleasured her groin.

He stopped his pleasures abruptly, speaking louder in his commands, "Open them."

"No!" Anastasia moaned quietly. "Please," she begged in a whisper, eyes filled with desire for him.

Christian began rubbing his palm around again while rubbing his two fingers against the slit of her lips, "Open," he repeated. She stared at him with desire, panting more quickly, arching her back against him again. His hand was wet against again from her hot juices, beginning to slip his two fingers suddenly inside, "Mmm…Anastasia…" he moaned against her lips, exchanging heated breaths between one another's mouths. "Come for me, baby, give it to me."

Anastasia's body opened up for his fingers, walls pulsating against his trespassing digits, lips of her groin drooling for more of his erotic pleasuring sensations. He sped the rhythm of his fingers in and out of her, and she could feel everything he gave her. Circles moving around her. In and out…in and out…in and out his fingers went. "Come," he murmured his command, and with that she let herself release what she had for him.

She came hotly onto his hand, pouring out any more of her warm juices onto him. Anastasia stared at him in a sexually-exhausted daze, dizzy from all the immense pleasure he pulled out of her. "Yes, baby. You are mine…" Christian breathed, kissing her again sweetly. He never broke eye contact as he licked at his fingers, before claiming her lips with a kiss again, tongue protruding and swiping at hers.

He stepped back and motioned his finger in a circle, "Turn around," he ordered, with the eyes of sexual attraction still lingering behind in his gray irises. "I'm going to take you from behind."

Anastasia obediently followed his orders, complying to his wishes as she turned around. From behind her ear, he ordered again, "Put your arms against the wall."

The anticipation of it all was exciting but torturous at the same time. She placed her hands against the cold stone of his shower, staring at her hands and watching her fingers feel the texture of its stone. Christian placed his hands at her side, and her insides jolted from his touch, feeling him agonizingly and slowly run up her sides. "What do you want, Miss Steele?" His teasing words murmured against her ear before grazing his teeth against her ear.

Her body arched onto Christian's from behind, the curves of her cheeks pressed against his groin. She inhaled the steam of the warm water sharply, bending her head to lean against his shoulder, "Please…" her words pleaded in a whispered groan.

"Tell me," Christian cooed as his hot kisses traveled to the nape of her neck. Even with his hot body pressed against hers with the warmth of the shower's waters pouring on her, his domineering sexual aura sent shivers down her body, heating up her insides even more.

"I want you…" Her head tilted up as it turned to his gaze, "Please, Christian…" Her lustful gaze, the begging desire in her voice, and the way his named floated off her tongue was enough for Christian to tend to Anastasia's wants and needs. The heat of moment made her forget about all there was in the world besides the warmth from him

Lips barely touching, he watched her lips gently tremble, waiting for his lips. He began breathing in her hot air before suddenly sliding himself into her deeply. Barely able to make an audible moan from the filling sensation he gave her, she gasped with her mouth opening more widely. Anastasia's arms reached around from behind, caressing his head. In turn, his hands reached around and grabbed at her waist.

His breath hissed from the sensation of her inviting and warm walls, "Fuck, Ana…" He savored every inch of himself inside her, enjoying every pulsing and pleasurable moment as he invaded himself inside her. He began moving slowly inside of her, pushing and pulling slowly, feeling her grip hold onto him as he slid so easily to and from her.

Stealing her moans, he swallowed them into his breath, his lips kissing her deeply as his tongue penetrated her mouth. Her insides were already heating up again, and she could barely hold onto herself already. Christian began picking up speed slowly, grunting with every thrust he insisted into her body. With every push and pull, he moaned each word with each grunting thrust, "You. Are. Mine."

Anastasia felt her body being torn apart against from Christian's pleasure. She moaned and cried out again as she came out with a whisper, pouring herself onto him again, "Yours…" For a moment—in that moment—it became true; she meant what she said, and Anastasia was his.

Christian didn't stop, though. He kept pounding into her, each hard thrust pushing deeper and deeper inside of her tight body. Her inviting walls pulsed and tightened with every favorable thrust. He wanted everything from her. Her come, her body, all for him. He held her chin, continuing to kiss and pour himself into him as he forced himself in. He growled and grunted, breaking their kiss for a second before he kissed Anastasia with greater force and intensity. Everything was deep and taken; her breath, body, and orgasms were all his to steal.

"Again, baby, come on…" Christian growled into her ear. His hands were placed at both sides of Anastasia's waist, pulling her body back onto his as he thrusted faster. Her body was being pulled at the seams, and she felt herself free from her own body once again, letting go all of what she held together today for him. She cried out for him as she came onto him again, shuddered breaths escaping her moaning mouth, causing him to climax intensely with her. His arms reached around for her body, an arm draped around her bosom and one around her waist as he hugged her body into his, holding on tightly as they both let themselves go into each other's body.

A breathy soft kissed sealed their acts, breathing gently into each other as the echoing rain from the showers warmly filled the room, droning everything else out.

...

"You haven't said anything."

Anastasia's eyes opened, regaining the consciousness of reality as a voice came from beside her. After the intensity of the shower sex, it was Christian's voice that made her remember that he had just cleaned and dried her hair and body soon after. She remembered that he groomed her, but she couldn't remember the pampering herself. She was dressed in his grey t-shirt, which cascaded over her naked body as she wore his boxer briefs from underneath

Ironically and as morbid as it sounds, he broke her. She was letting her body fix itself of his welcoming and warm intrusion she invited into her. She turned to his face and staring back was the concerned look of a wary Christian Grey. He was wearing grey sweats, but nothing else.

"What's wrong?" He lifted his hand to Anastasia's cheek, frowning, "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head with a reassuring smile before looking up at the ceiling, "I was just thinking."

"Well, what about?" He furrowed his brows, grey eyes still concerned in his look.

Anastasia kept her spreading smile, watching peripherally that Christian's chest was moving up and down gently with each breath he took. She didn't answer and kept to herself.

"Tell me," Christian persisted, shaking her body back and forth gently with his hand. "You never say anything."

She giggled, causing a smile to infect his worried face. His eyes lightened as her giggle turned into a laugh, when she turned to him. Anastasia reached down to hold his hand, and in that grasp, he tightened his grip. She finally responded with a smile, "I'm thinking about a lot of things, really. All the events that led up to now, some I recall while others remain sort of a mystery even when they just happened."

He cocked his head to one side and stared at her, his face beckoning for her to continue as her smirked, "That isn't telling me anything."

She shrugged and went on, "You were very angry," stating with and amused smile. "I was thinking about how I don't really know why you could be besides me being tardy. Another thought in the back of my head is our little deal." Her voice drifted, nervous about this conversation she wanted to be done with.

Christian propped his elbow up, moving in closer and reaching his arm to cup her cheek. His thumb caressed her cheek, answering back simply, "That's a lot to think about."

"You didn't hurt me. You were amazing, and you haven't disappointed yet," Anastasia mentioned, remembering his concerned questions with an amused giggle.

He leaned down and kissed her. She hummed quietly into his mouth, smiling and feeling his grin back against her lips. "That's a beautiful sound, but I shouldn't be surprised coming from a beautiful girl," he murmured.

His voice was stern again, reverting back to his serious attitude, "I don't want people claiming you or taking you."

"But I am not yours," Anastasia replied with honest nonchalance, teasing him with a small smile.

He sighed, grimacing with want and plead, "But I want you to be. That's why I am so eager for you to be mine and have you sign. Just think of what we could be together, Anastasia. What I could show you and feel with you. I want to share so many things. Have you read what I gave you?"

She nodded, contemplating if she wanted to tread into this conversation. Let's get this over with.

"And? Did you research? Did you look into what you read?" Christian asked with a worried glance.

"Let's do this together, I'd rather you tell me now with any questions I have. I don't want to research if you have the answers for me."

He shook his head, narrowing his eyes, "That will take forever, Anastasia, you need to go to bed."

"No, no, you wanted to talk about this, and I want to get this over with," Anastasia held onto his arm, stopping him before continuing, "I have the night shift tomorrow, so it won't be a problem for me if you are worried about my health."

Hesitating, Christian finally gave in after a minute, turning to his bedside table and pulling out his contract. He sat up and looked down at her, "Let's go through these then."

Do you always have spare contracts in your beside tables? Anastasia's head nodded, "I don't know if I want to be in this type of plutonic relationship."

His eyes widened with alarm, "Already?! I thought were going to go through this together!"

"Well, right off the bat the rule number two states that 'the fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the Submissive to explore her sensuality and her limits safely, with due respect and regard for her needs, her limits and her wellbeing'; however, what I am concerned with is that, although what we are doing is vanilla to you, it doesn't seem so vanilla to me," Anastasia noted, slightly offended. "You know I'm not experienced in all this, and suddenly you are introducing me to such extravagant—and I say that lightly—endeavors. Pain and punishments is what I am worried about."

Being hit. If only you knew… But how can one possibly enjoy that? Her logical conscience was practically yelling at her.

Christian marveled at her memory, cocking his head answering back, "There is a very fine line between pain and pleasure, and I can teach that to you, Anastasia, if you let me. I will show you starting with something light, and we can work our way up to the heavier stuff. But of course, you also have to trust me."

Anastasia sighed, "As much pleasure as you've given me, I'd be a fool to say I trust you right off the bat."

"And yet you trust me enough to give me your pleasure. You trusted me enough to give me your first orgasm and first orgasm through intercourse." He noted, smirking with pride, "Why all of a sudden can't you trust me with other sexual endeavors when you entrusted me with taking that? Quite fond memories if I may add."

Fair point, Grey, that doesn't mean I do though, she thought quietly, staring back up at the ceiling to avoid his distracting gaze. She cannot look at him without getting out of focus. If she wanted to have a clear mind of what she wants and needs, she needed to clear her head of any distractions.

"Fine," Anastasia muttered with reluctance. "No to fundamental four."

Christian smiled, "We'll go over them through the appendix." He quickly skimmed down to the next rule, "No?" Christian looked back up with confusion, "Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"No, as in I do not have any STIs or STDs because I have never had sex until I did with you. And no, I do not suffer from any 'sexual, serious, infectious, or life-threatening illnesses but not limited to HIV, Herpes, and Hepatitis.'" She slightly quoted the fourth rule.

She did not currently suffer from any illnesses, years ago she did, but that is not what the fundamental state. She wanted to find as many loopholes she can before she signed away her life to him. Leukemia almost won, but as stubborn as Anastasia was, she wouldn't let her own demons physically beat her.

His brows furrowed with eyes light with intrigue as he continued staring, "Did you memorize the contract?"

"I guess you can say that."

Christian smiled, shaking his head, "I'm flattered by your dedication in this, but you have me in awe, Miss Steele."

Anastasia scoffed before turning back with a smile, "Don't kid yourself, Mr. Grey, this is my life we're talking about."

"Your pleasure," he corrected with a smirk, gripping her chin before pecking her lips, "and mine, but also your well-being." He added in a serious note.

She chewed at her lip before turning back up at the ceiling, "I agree with rules seven through ten; eleven and twelve I have concerns with. Change three months to one for rule eleven, and negate rule twelve, thirteen, and fourteen all together."

Skimming through as she quickly spoke. His mouth dropped in disbelief, "We can't do one month, Anastasia; that's not enough time for me to show you. And why would I nullify those? How else am I supposed to meet with you?" Christian's nose flared and eyes blazed from Anastasia's audacity.

"I'm a medical resident, Christian. I can't come and be at your will because my schedule fluctuates randomly. You saw it even today how busy my life is as you waited for me. You can't ask me to come to your sexual needs even if I wanted to," she explained, hoping for him to reason.

Christian frowned, trying to make sense of her reason, "How am I going to see you? It can't be one month with your schedule then."

Anastasia shook her head, "I don't think so, Christian; but I'm sure we'll figure it out. One month."

"Three months, if you don't want or enjoy something, we can just put it on the list," Christian adamantly stated, narrowing his eyes, "But, please keep in mind your role and mine, Anastasia."

Sighing in frustration, causing Christian to scowl, she wanted to move on. Her mind traveled through all the rules of the dominant's role, "Sub-rules one through twelve of fifteen are fine," dismissing their previous topic. He skimmed down the rules with her and nodded his head. "Except number five," her thoughts yelled in remembrance, "punishments— I don't know if I can, Christian…"

He pressed the warm palm of his hand against her cheek, "I understand, but trust me, Anastasia. I won't hurt you, and with time, you'd be able to take the pain. The sub-rule after that ensures I won't leave any marks. I know what I am doing to your body; trust me to know that I do. Have I given you any reason to doubt the things I give you?" He asked, knowing the answer, but needing her reassurance.

"That's different, but you aren't wrong." She chewed on her lips, siding with her gut as her other half of her conscience yelled. He caressed her face, relieved and happy by her answer.

"The submissive rules, Mr. Grey, I have complaints," Anastasia began, "Fifteen, eighteen. 'The submissive shall accept without question any and all disciplinary actions deemed necessary by the Dominant and remember her status and role in regard to the Dominant at all times,' which then leads to nineteen. Why can't I touch myself? And then, twenty; 'submit to any sexual activity demanded by the Dominant and shall do without hesitation or argument,' I don't know about that, Mr. Grey. Finally, leading to twenty-one which was earlier, 'accept[ing] whippings, floggings, spankings, caning, paddling or any other discipline the Dominant should decide to administer, without hesitation, enquiry or complaint.' Mr. Grey, absolutely not, and I will not."

Christian sighed, exasperated from this topic, "You said you trusted me, Anastasia. This won't work at all if you don't. I won't give you anything you can't handle or take. I know how… new you are to all this. Think about your first time with me. Even then, I asked if you were okay throughout the entirety of our time together, and you let me know. It goes both ways." He continued in a murmur, "As for nineteen, I want to be the one that gives you all your pleasure, Ana. I want it all."

Taking into consideration what he said, she finally began to slowly give into these thoughts. Thoughts usually that consent to this type of "pleasure" is out of mind for her. But her usual thoughts of adamant "no" slowly began being ignored by his last comment.

Finally remembering the last three of her rules, Anastasia frowned. Her head turned to one side as she looked into his wondering eyes, causing him to fill with concern, "I can't look at you?..."

Christian opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped mesmerized in her eyes. The lightness in her hazel warming irises, it warmed his cold heart, thawing it out of its tundra usually neglected and forgotten. She shook her head at the next rule, looking away, "I can't call you by your name?"

She finally whispered with her ending thought, "I can't touch you?"

Anastasia's last statement caused him to lean away with a simple statement, pulling his hand away from her, "No…"

There was darkness in Christian's gray eyes, and even though he was not matching her own gaze, he felt himself wilting from her stare. He felt like a spectacle, and uncomfortable, but little did he know her curiosity sparked a need to care and be compassionate towards him.

Her brained went through everything she learned from years and years of tests, academics, and medical school. Was it PTSD? Was he abused? Was it disease? Was he self-conscious?

Figuring him out like an unsolved puzzle was not for her benefit, but more so the need to help him—to help all those struggling, but as Anastasia continued to stare, he shook his head and declared, "Let's talk about the rest tomorrow. You've exhausted yourself far enough, and as enjoyable as you are, you need to rest. We can talk about the rest tomorrow."

Anastasia wanted to say something, but nothing came out without over-doubting everything she had in mind. He stared at her impassively, but with a guarded face, she still could see everything behind his mask he was hiding from the world. She recognized it in herself, finding herself to be a hypocrite. She wanted to touch him, or at least touch his face, but the mood shifted.

Christian watched her hand open, starting to reach out to him, but she pulled quickly back, resisting and clenching her hand in a fist to prevent her want and need to. The curious girl beside him wanted to respect him, even if she could not understand him. That is how life is supposed to be, she scolded her curiosity, no matter how much you want to know or help, respect their wishes. It was the basic knowledge and training of being a caretaker and doctor.

She sighed deeply through her nose in a quiet exhale, trying to express what she could through her gaze, but there wasn't much to say. It could be she was tired, or there was—again—a lot to think about, but she ended their conversation with him as he dismissed her to sleep. A weak smile was all she could reply back before turning her face the other way and laying on her side.

The young doctor felt him frown through his sigh of exasperating frustration. Christian leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly onto her head, as if his lips were merely hovering over her before muttering good-night.

Closing her eyes, Anastasia was contemplating in her thoughts, marveling everything he had said to her and wondering about every event she experienced with him up to the moment she was in bed with him now. Her conscience was going back and forth.

Logic versus desire. Head over heart. Mind over matter.

Worry about yourself…You want him…Do you think this is the smartest or even correct decision to explore this side of intimacy?...Why not? You've already been so intimate with him; it wouldn't hurt…

Anxiety bloomed in her body as her thoughts forced her into a much-needed, deep slumber, haunted by her desires and his words; however, through and through everything Anastasia had been thinking about, one thing remained constant in her mind and life now—Christian Grey.

...

Anastasia's eyes flooded open, but she found herself entangled in his arms as they were draped around her tightly with a leg between hers. She felt the heat of his body emanating against her own, and his warm scent drew her toward him even more. He was filling her senses in every physical way, but the young doctor needed to get away.

She bent her neck around slowly to look at the time. 4:12 a.m., it was around the time she had usually gotten up anyway. Turning back, she rested her cold hand onto his cheek, warming from the heat of his skin. This motion only caused Christian to instinctively pull Anastasia in closer to his body.

Shit. That was counterintuitive. She chewed on her lip, figuring out how to get herself out of this tied-up situation. Pun-intended.

He was beginning to get overbearingly hot for her. With her small frame, she slowly entangled herself out of his arms, pausing a couple times as his body shifted against hers. She had to redo the entire process as his arms reset her escape a couple times, but as moments passed, she finally rolled out of his arms and out his bed.

Heated from his touch, she felt the coolness of the room brush against her skin. She sighed quietly from her parting lips, Better.

Rushing to the bathroom as best as she can without disturbing the sleeping wolf, she brushed her teeth and splashed her face with the cold water as the sink ran. Anastasia weaved her fingers through her dark curls before, tiptoeing out the bathroom and then the bedroom, heading to the kitchen.

She found a man in the kitchen only to recognize it being the driver from yesterday—Taylor. He was out of his formal suit, wearing a white t-shirt that accentuated his muscles, and athletic shorts. It felt strange and rare to see a man like himself out of uniform, or so it seemed. He looked as though he had just finished working out. She would love to go for a run herself earlier, but she didn't have any workout gear to do so.

He whipped his head around quickly, alerted from Anastasia's sneaking presence only to blush and look away with a glass over water in his hand.

Shocked by his reaction, Anastasia frowned apologetically, "I'm sorry. Did I frighten you, Taylor?"

Clearing his throat, Taylor responded back nervously not making eye-contact, "Not at all, Miss Steele. I was just… not expecting you at this hour… like this; is everything alright?"

She giggled before stopping immediately as it echoed throughout the apartment, "I can say the same to you; I'm very used to getting up this early."

"I was trained this way," he nodded respectfully before putting his hands behind his back, after setting his finished glass of water down, "Is there anything I can do for you, miss?"

Anastasia blinked at him, studying his manner and stature. Formal. He 'trained' for this? Realizing moments later of her attire, she made her way to the counter. She smiled gently at him, a facial gratuitous gesture for his courteousness and manners before taking a seat at the island table to hide her sleeping clothes, "If you aren't so busy, and I am not taking up your time at this hour, I just have a question or two."

Taylor answered back silently with a single nod.

"Who are you in relations to, Mr. Grey, Taylor? It doesn't seem as though you are merely his driver."

The quiet, burly man cleared his throat once before speaking, making eye-contact with her again, "I'm his bodyguard, miss."

"Anastasia," the young doctor corrected with a beckoning smile.

"Anastasia," Taylor repeated with a polite smile.

"I assumed so. You didn't look like any ordinary chauffeur, Taylor," She complimented as she continued, "Earlier you mentioned you were 'trained this way.' What do you mean? Were you in the military at some point?"

In brevity, his answers kept with simple and monosyllabic, "Yes."

With admiration, Anastasia nodded, "Branch?"

"Marine."

She shook her head, not being surprised, and blew through her lips, "Tough." Anastasia stood up as silence filled the room. She grabbed a glass from a cabinet and filled it with water, taking a sip after sitting down again. She smiled through a little memory, "You know, I wanted to join the military as well at one point, Taylor."

His eyes lightened with amusement, ushering her to go on without speaking. It was probably protocols and formalities. Anastasia nodded, smiling as she held her glass with both hands, "Believe it or not, I wanted to be a marine as well. That was until I found out they don't really have a good medical program, for me anyhow, so I opted for the Navy to become a Corpsman—correction, Corpswoman."

Anastasia laughed as he smiled. He spoke, finally warming up to the conversation, "Was there a reason why you didn't enlist, Anastasia, if I may ask?"

Delighted from Taylor's use of her name, she continued on, "I was a very curious girl. At the time, I was ahead of my class, and once I had graduated I researched about enlisting, seeing where I would fit best to becoming, essentially, a medic to help those on the field," smiling warmly from such an impulsive decision of a memory she recalled at eighteen, "however, on the day I was ready to enlist, the recruiter convinced me that I should continue my education and pursue medical school before thinking to join. I'd like to think I made the correct decision with his help, but I do still think about enlisting from time to time to help."

"If I may say something, you can't go wrong with either decision when they both lead to helping others in the end," Taylor reassured, offering his own words of kindness. "In the end, you made the right decision based on what you wanted."

Nodding before rolling her eyes, she commented, "Lord knows what would've happened if I had met Christian at the time."

Taylor chuckled lightly, defending his boss, "He looks out for everyone in his best interest, miss."

Another question sparked her curiosity, "That reminds me, how long—"

"What going on?" A husky voice inquisitively snapped, causing both heads to whip and turn in the direction of the sound. A shirtless man in his gray pajama bottoms hung lowly against his hips, but the face on that body matched with the heat she felt when she had woken up earlier.

That was rude. I can't talk to anyone now? Her brows furrowed with matching irritation, causing Christian to narrow his eyes and scowl, "I was just getting to know Taylor and introducing myself."

"He knows you. There's no need for introductions," Christian's voice was clipped and short. He moved toward her, the wolf approaching and ready to claim his lamb once again.

"Sir," Taylor nodded, and then briskly exited the kitchen. He was out of sight, but not out of mind.

As Anastasia swiveled her chair back around facing Christian, she leaned back from his close proximity with his nose gently exhaling and blowing onto her hair. She stared up into her eyes, hoping to subdue his aggravation and irrational protectiveness (considering Taylor being the bodyguard).

"Good morning, Christian," her voice greeted him with confusion yet contrition.

"Good morning, Anastasia. What are you doing up at this hour? I woke up, and you weren't there…" His eyes stared down into her with concern as his arms reached around. He looked disturbed and disappointed, pouting at her.

"I usually get up this early," She moved up and pecked his pouting lip, but before she could lean away, he pressed his lips onto her in a deeper kiss, holding her cheek. His tongue immediately went for hers, letting her tongue wrap around his and voluntarily be his. As he finally pulled away, she responded back against his lips, "I was thirsty, and then I found Taylor when I entered the kitchen."

"You should have awakened me," he explained, "I would have fetched you a drink if you needed one, especially when you are dressed like this, Ana." He caressed Anastasia's face with his hand, his nose continuously rubbing against hers pleasingly slow. "I don't like seeing you with him alone like this," he held her chin, kissing her gently with possession, "not when I want what's mine. Next time, stay in bed with me."

Flattered but amused by his childishness, she answered with her own explanation, "We just talked. I had some questions about him, and he about me when appropriate."

"Ask me," Christian scolded with his eyes, arms wrapping more tightly around. She felt him breathe her in as he held her, muttering "Always so eager for information, Miss Steele."

Anastasia sighed through her nose, shaking her head. You make things much more difficult than needed to be, Mr. Grey.

He kissed her again gently before murmuring, "Come back to bed with me…"

"I'm not tired, Christian," she shook her head.

"Neither am I," he responded with darkening eyes. He persuaded her again with his huskily seductive voice, "Come to bed with me, Anastasia …"

She couldn't resist, placing and wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her up with one swoop into his arms and kissed her fervently, walking back into his bedroom. He tossed her gently onto the sheets, and she lay back sprawled against the softness of the satin material. She breathed deeply with excitement and anticipation, opening her eyes to find him lunging over her body.

His arms were at both sides of her face as he leaned over, staring down into her golden brown eyes, melting away and warming his body more, "Do you have any idea how much you turn me on, Anastasia?" He spoke huskily as he leaned in closer against her lips.

Anastasia shook her head, jokingly commenting in an almost inaudible whisper, "You're crazy…"

"For you? Most definitely, Miss Steele." Christian hummed against her lips as he gently snatched at her bottom lip, speaking between his teeth as he pulled and sucked.

Her breathing shook and her chin lifted as he pulled at her pink lip, moaning into his mouth as he kissed her again deeply. He pushed his body down onto hers, feeling his erection bulge and press against her crotch. He quickly grabbed both her hands, placing them above her head with his one hand while the other hand skimmed up the shirt on her body. His hand pressed against her stomach as it slowly pushed and moved up her body before kneading at her breasts.

"What am I going to do with you, Miss Steele?" He murmured against her lips with a pleased hum. "Will you trust me?" He stared down with a hungry daze.

Anastasia's eyes fluttered opened, looking through her dark lashes at his lustful stare. She panted, watching her chest and his move in and out as they inhale and exhale. She muttered quietly in a pleading manner, "Yes, sir…"

He closed his eyes from the words off her lips, inhaling quickly and deeply before leaning down and exhaling into her mouth as he kissed her deeply and aggressively again. He lifted the shirt high enough to reveal her body and face, but not her eyes, folding it enough to create a blindfold for her not to see. While not completely off her body, Christian took this to his advantage, and the sleeves of the shirt restrained her arms from moving.

It was a game of feel in many senses and scenarios. Darkness shrouded her vision as the fabric of the shirt forced her vision to close. Her body grew more eager for him, and she instinctively closed her legs to restrain her pleasure from being wanton and needy.

"Don't you dare, baby…" He growled with a smirk. "You can't hide from me, not from me and not in here." With his other fondling hand, he pulled the boxer briefs from her legs in a swift motion, revealing the evidence of her wet and messy desires for him. He murmured amusingly, "Oh what do we have here?"

Christian's hand crept gently up her thigh, swiping at her warm juices with his fingers and letting it collect in his hand before he cupped at her sex, finding his desired destination, "Oh, Miss Steele. You are deliciously ready for me." He pulled his hand to his lips, sucking loudly at his fingers, as if teasing her, "But, let's see how far you can take it."

Anastasia gasped from his touch, squirming from under him as her legs moved back and forth slowly. He shook his head, scolding softly in a growl, "We need to learn how to keep you still, Ana."

"I can't… Please, Christian…" Her voice struggled to find its words.

"All good things, Miss Steele. We're just getting started," his husky voice murmured seductively, teasing at her anticipating needs. His hand slowly crept back down between her legs. "Still," he commanded quietly.

Still. She repeated in her head. Still, still, still.

His fingers began moving against the slit of her drooling lips between her lips, excited and wanting him more. Her body was itching to move, struggling to find its way to relax and calm down from his tantalizing touch. His lips breathed and hovered over her breasts, and then she felt his lips against her nipple before he took her into his mouth. He suckled gently onto her, using his teeth to gently pull and tease at her before switching to the next breast. He repeated this a few more times while placing wet, hot kisses around her breasts.

Come on. Mind over matter, Ana. She tried soothing herself and drawing her attention away from his pleasure, but his hand and mouth kept drawing her back as his finger began sliding inside her deeply, causing her to breathe shakily and moan out loudly.

"Yes," Christian's voiced hissed pleasingly, "let me hear you, baby."

As he began sliding his finger into her deeply back and forth, Anastasia felt another finger sliding into her fully. She groaned louder, knowing he was going to break her again like he knew how. He watched her chest move up and down, seeing his girl unfold before him like he always loved to view.

Oh, god. Fuck this. I can't, her thoughts echoed. "Christian… Please," Her begging voice was now serious, pleading for him for more.

But Christian's torturing and alluring touch persisted, forcing his way in more deeply and faster this time, curling and kneading into her harder and with more lustful force. Her legs began to tremble as it matched with her hitched breathing. He moaned onto her as he continued fingering his way in and out of her, "Come on, baby. Give it to me. Come for me."

His words were her undoing, and she let herself go, releasing her tension and juices onto him. Anastasia's moans were captured by his lips, and suddenly her body was filled with his hard erection. Gasping and moaning, as he filled her through her orgasm, beginning to move and thrust through her.

"Fuck," Christian grunted, thrusting deeper and harder into her, finding his way into her as her body pulled him in. He began moving through her orgasm, and her need for this moment became more evident through the wet mess of her desires.

Her body rocked and moved in the motion of his lustful thrusts, eager to fill her more deeply and fill her with himself. Anastasia's head bent backward as she felt her body coming to its climax again after coming seconds ago, and her legs slowly wrapped around his waists. As her body extended and moved, her full breasts bounced with her, and all that he could do was take in the sight of her body as much as he could.

The pushing and pulling of his cock began picking up pace, only causing Anastasia to moan louder, dripping more wetly as his hand reached down and toyed her clitoris in circles with his thumb. The overstimulation caused her closed eyes roll to the back of her head. Her insides were hot all over from his pleasuring cock, and he didn't stop. She was going to fall apart again, and Christian knew. He wanted her to do it once more, with a hungry order "Yes, baby. Again."

Her gasps shook, coming in audibly and inaudibly while releasing the intensity of her passion for him all over. She finally grunted out the air she found, forgetting and unable to breathe for a few seconds through their moment. Christian wrapped both his arms around her as he poured himself into her, yanking the shirt away from her head and tossing it across the room. His hands came for her face and cupped her cheeks, kissing her lips over and over until the feeling passed. He filled her up, and she was full of him again.

Minutes passed as they let themselves unfold and let go of their bodies, while their arms and legs clutched onto each other's bodies. Anastasia felt the heavy weight of Christian's body on hers to be comforting and warming. Her arms were entangled around his neck, while his head was buried into her nape, breathing in her scent. He sighed happily onto her lips, kissing them gently and longingly.

"Please, consider it," his voice softly spoke.

When the brunette had opened her eyes, the sight revealed the same beautiful man before her. His forearms were on both sides of her head, while his pressed forehead backed away from hers, and staring back into her eyes were eyes that needed her.

"Please," Christian repeated again, and for the first time, Anastasia felt as though she was hearing him beg.