What the Hell ….

****THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO EL JAMES. THE STORY LINE DETAILS BELONG TO ME***

I am starting from the point he opens the red room on her first visit.

Chapter 2
Christian and I finally decide to leave the restaurant as we realize they were leaving us alone as they were cleaning and preparing for the next day. Christian left an enormous tip for them ignoring us of course. We are still talking nonstop as we return back to his apartment. I decide that Kate can be here first thing in the morning. I didn't want to let go of our alone time yet, I was being greedy for once in my life. I am surprise how things changed in a few hours. I really want to change and get more comfortable, but I have no clothes except what I am wearing.

"Christian, would you mind if I borrow something of yours to sleep in. I really need a shower if you don't mind." I say trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Why would I mind? Come ... follow me." Christian says with a smile as he holds my hand toward his room.

I'm looking at every painting we pass. I feel myself blushing as I see his bed. I can only think how lucky those sheets are.

"What would you like to wear?" Christian asks with a smirk as he notices me blushing.

"A shirt and pajamas would be fine, even warm-ups will be fine." I say with a smile.

I wonder if I could borrow some boxers, but I'm too embarrassed to ask.

"What do you want to ask?" Christian says with a smile as he stands in front of me.

"Nothing..." I lie horribly.

"Please tell me." Christian says again with those sad eyes that just make me so weak.

"Fine I will tell you, but you have to stop doing that with your eyes." I say with a playful annoyance behind my voice.

"Why do I have to stop ... what does it do to you?" Christian says with a smirk.

"You know exactly know what it does, don't act innocent." I say with a blush and a light tap to his arm.

"I have no clue on what you mean Ms. Steele." Christian says with a fake innocent voice as he starts to laugh.

Without thinking and catching him off guard, I press myself to him and kiss him like I have been wanting to all night. Our body molds perfectly together as the kiss deepens. I'm running my hands through his hair making the kiss more intimate. The way he kisses is perfect in every way. I forcefully back up needing some air. We both are breathing hard, but with the biggest smile on our faces. Before this turns into something too sexual, that I know I want ... but know now is not the right time, I ask for a few minutes so I can change. He smiles and lightly kisses me before he leaves the room, but he looks back before he leaves the room with the most gorgeous smile. Until he closes the door, I allowing my nervous and excited as hell self to show openly. As I get in his restroom, I take a mental picture of everything. I see his lucky tooth brush and I smile to myself. Making sure the door is locked, I brush my teeth and I find myself jealous of a tooth brush. I turn the shower on and I smell his fragrance and I have to shake my head several times to snap out of it. As I am drying myself, I realize I forgot to ask for some boxers. I decide I will have to be without underwear for the night. I actually now prefer it knowing I am wearing his pajamas. I fold the leg part several times so I won't trip and I have to fold the waste as well. The shirt is so soft it feels good as it lies on my chest. The shirt is loose enough I can be without my bra. I roll up my dirty clothes together and leave the on a bench. I remember my hair tie in my pocket and I braid it loosely. I am feeling nervous suddenly from looking so plain. Not much I can do about it, I open the door and the room is empty. I slowly go downstairs and I see the back of him as he is getting something from the refrigerator. As I am standing there trying to look casual, I hear him take a deep breath as he notices me. I only smile as he hides his emotions. Ignoring my wants, we only talk as we drink some wine. I listen as he tells about his family, but I can sense he is leaving a lot if it out. I can tell he isn't used to being so open, so I just take what little he gives me. As we are talking about some painting, I notice it's already three in the morning. I didn't realize it was that late and now I feel bad for keeping him up.

"I'm so sorry Christian; I didn't even realize it was that late. We should get some rest since we have an early engagement." I say with remorse.

"Don't apologize, I have enjoyed every minute of it." Christian says with a smile.

"Do you have a blanket I can borrow?" I ask shyly.

"Blanket?" Christian asks confused.

"Yes a blanket ... that's if you don't mind I sleep on your sofa." I respond quickly.

"I am not going to have a guest sleep on the sofa; I have better manners than that." Christian says with a smile but trying to hide disappointment I think.

I follow him as he is going towards that red room and I find myself panicking. He stops at a room before that red room and I see him hesitate before he opens it. I automatically don't like it, something about it, just does not sit well with me. I keep my smile on and hide the dislike of this room.

"Will this be okay?" Christian asks with uncertainty.

"It's fine, thank you." I say trying to hold my dislike.

"Good night Christian, thank you for a wonderful evening." I say with a smile.

I purposely keep my distance, not wanting to even kiss him in this tainted feeling room. I see him wanting to ask me something, but I act as if I don't notice. He tells me goodnight with a hurt look and I close the door and lock it. It's been an hour and I am standing in the same spot, refusing to be part of this room. I know this room has to do with something with the red room and it makes me feel cheap in a way. I'm getting tired and I open the door slowly and quietly go back to the living room and I curl up in a ball on the sofa trying to get warm.

(Christian POV)
I am enjoying probably the best night of life at this moment. The way Ana makes me feel is unbelievable. I can't get enough of her. For once in my life, I truly enjoy the communication and not just wanting sex. I can't stop thinking how gorgeous she looks in my clothes and I know what I will be wearing tomorrow. Suddenly she starts apologizing for keeping me up and I could stay up all night talking to her, but I know she must be tired. I still can't believe she thought I would have her sleep on the sofa. For the first time in my life, I want to fall asleep with her by my side, but I don't want to frighten her, especially from what happened earlier, which I am still cursing myself. I am afraid to see how she is reacting coming in this direction. I hesitate before opening the door, not wanting her in this room. She doesn't belong in here, but from fear of being asked questions I'm not ready to answer; I open it. I can tell she doesn't like it, but is trying to convince me differently. I act as if I don't notice, as well, with her keeping her distance. I force a smile on my face and I tell her goodnight. Once I close the door and hear her lock it, I feel the pain in my heart. I should have taken her to the other guest room, but I thought of it too late. I drag myself to my room and wallow in my depression that I deserve to suffer in. I wake up from a nightmare again and I am trying to control my breathing. I get out of bed needing some water. I stop in front of that room, wanting to get her out of there as sleeps, but I know that would freak her out only. I drink some cold water and I go to the living room to enjoy the view. My feel my heart shattering as I see her sleeping in a ball trying to keep warm. I close my eyes as I curse myself for not at least giving her a choice when I saw the instant dislike of that room. Without thinking and taking the chance of waking her up, I pick her up gently and she instantly snuggles into my chest. I freeze waiting for the panic to take over, I am stunned but excited that I don't feel panicked in the slightest. I lightly kiss her hair and take her upstairs. I walk pass the other guest room and I gently place her on my bed. I cover her up and I lie next to her but not getting under the comforter. It is bad enough I placed her in my room without even asking. I can't stop looking at her. I find myself remembering everything about her and I find her fascinating. I panic as I see her move, thinking I woke her up, but she only gets closer and hugs me with one arm. Even though I took off my shirt, I find myself relaxed that I actually fall asleep within minutes.

(Ana's POV)
I feel extremely relaxed as I'm sleeping, but I feel so hot. I slowly open my eyes and I am stunned that I see Christian or should say feel Christian having one leg over my body as well as one arm. He looks so relaxed and at peace as he sleeps that I can only smile. I should be shocked, or perhaps scared, that I am in his bedroom; but I truly feel at ease as if this is where I belong. I decide to enjoy the closeness and not move and take in his beauty up front. How could someone this gorgeous want anything to do with me? Just doesn't make sense. I am looking up at the ceiling lost on own thoughts, when I feel someone looking at me. I slowly look into his eyes, not knowing what I will see. I can only smile back as I see the same smile on his face. Not knowing what to really say, I only blush as usual.

"How long have you been awake?" Christian asks as he looks at me, but still hasn't moved.

"I just woke up a while ago." I say with a smile.

Finally realizing the way he is practically on me, he moves quickly with embarrassment.

"I am so sorry; I hope I didn't hurt you." Christian says with concern.

"I am fine, it was quite relaxing actually." I say without thinking making me blush even more.

"Was it now?" Christian says with a smirk.

"Do you mind if I take another shower, but I still have to use your clothes until Kate gets here with my extra clothes?" I say shyly.

"You don't have to ask when you want to take a shower. So please make yourself at home. As for clothes, I had some delivered this morning." Christian says with uncertainty.

"What? Why would you order me clothes?" I say confused.

"Since you agreed to go with me to my parents, I was only trying to help since it was a sudden change of plans." Christian says honestly.

"Oh … thank you, but you didn't have to do that." I say with a small smile.

"It's no problem, so that bag right there is yours and let's gets dress since Kate and Taylor should be arriving soon." Christian says with a smile.

I only nod and grab the bag and quickly look back before I close the door, which of course I find him still looking at me with a smile. The clothes are gorgeous and too expensive. I am starting to feel guilty that he spent money on me. I suck it up and take a quick shower and do the best I can with my hair. I go back downstairs and I don't see Christian so I just sit on the sofa looking at the view. I feel a little awkward here alone, but I don't know what else to do. I hear the elevator opening and I wonder if Kate is here now. As I get up, I am a little confused on what to do. The girl who has the same description as me just stands there looking at me with such hate. I really don't know what to say, but something is telling me she shouldn't be here, or maybe I shouldn't be here.

"Who are you?" This bitter girl says with such hate.

"I am Ana. Are you looking for Christian?" I ask confused.

I am now really getting confused as she looks at me as if I had something so wrong.

"It's Mr. Grey. Are you his Sub? Has he replaced me already?" The girl asks with such sadness in her voice.

"I have no clue what you are talking about. He should be somewhere around here." I say honestly.

I suddenly see anger and sadness all at one time and I know something bad is about to happen. I keep thinking where the hell could Christian be at? She quickly comes my way and I back up being cautious. Without warning, she pulls out a gun and points it straight at my head. I am stunned and frozen in my spot. I keep thinking to myself, on what the hell I ever did to her to hate me so much that she wants to kill me. I keep reminding myself on not to be panic and to stay calm. The elevator suddenly opens and just as quickly she pulls me towards her pressing the gun to my head. I still haven't said a word. As I recognize Kate's voice, I fear for her safety.

"ANA!" Christian yells out.

Taylor pulls Christian back, not allowing him to get any closer. I can only look back trying to stay calm. I notice Kate with tears and I look only at her hoping I can calm her down with my calm behavior. It helps a little, but not enough for my liking.

"Leila, put the gun down. She has nothing to do with this, please put the gun down and we can talk." Christian pleads.

"Who is she? Why is she calling you by your first name?" Leila says with confusion, but refusing to put the gun down.

I watch Taylor pulling Kate back and thankfully she listens. I can tell they are trying to get to her, but being against the large window, they don't have a chance. This weekend has to be the craziest one in my life.

"I gave you all of me and you pick this? Why? What did I do wrong? Why didn't you allow me to call you by your first name? We look the same, but I obey every word … not her. I don't understand what I did wrong…" Leila says with sadness.

I feel her nails digging into my skin. I try to ignore it, but I see the hurt in Christian's eyes as he notices the blood running down my arm. I refuse to show the pain. I am glad that Taylor took Kate out of the room. Taylor looks as if he wants to draw his gun, but he knows it will only make the situation worse. I can hear Leila mumbling to herself, not making any sense.

"Leila … put the weapon down now!" Christian yells in a demanding way.

I squeeze my eyes shut, as she digs her nails in deeper. The hurt in Christian's eyes hurt me more than her hurting my arm. I hear her breathing increasing and I get the worse feeling that something bad is about to happen. I don't want either of them getting hurt. I whisper to Leila that it would be easier if they were not in the room. I am begging her to ask them to leave now. I keep hoping that she is listening to me and she will ask them to leave. I look at Taylor and I can tell he knows what I am doing and he doesn't look very happy with me. I keep hoping that she is listening to me and she will ask them to leave. I look at Taylor and I can tell he knows what I am doing and he doesn't look very happy with me at the moment. Leila sees Christian moving in closer and she decides she want them away as well.

"GET OUT NOW!" Leila yells out.

I watch Christian not wanting to leave, but Taylor notices that she is becoming unstable. He is practically dragging Christian as he is calling out my name. I feel the anger radiating off of her as she hears Christian calling my name out. She yells out in frustration and walks away from me and she decides to throw a lamp in my direction. It hits me on the head, but only cutting me up, not knocking me out. I press my hand on the cut and I see Christian and Taylor running towards us again. Leila quickly makes it next to me and points the gun to my temple once again. I feel the blood running down my face and I see the torment in Christian's eyes.

"I am not going to repeat myself again … GET THE HELL OUT?" Leila yells again.

Once again, Taylor pulls Christian away and thankfully he didn't call out my name. The pain on my head hurts like hell. I have a horrible feeling this is not going to end well. Leila keeps mumbling to herself and that is making me nervous as hell, she seems so unstable at the moment. What the hell did Christian do this woman? Her questions have me confused as hell. I already met two psycho women in his life; shit how many more does he have out there? Maybe I should take this as a sign that I need to stay away from Christian, that's if I make it out alive. Without warning, Leila hits me across the face with the gun I think, I am not sure since I find myself at a daze. I feel myself falling back and at the same time I hear someone running towards us and I feel a sharp and painful pain that makes me yell out before darkness consumes me….