Author's Note: Thank you to the readers for your encouragement. Again, I own nothing except this story line.


CH. 2

My heart is beating out of my chest. Oh my God! I can't breathe. I try to take deep breaths, but it doesn't seem to help. I got married in Vegas ... to a stranger ... and I have no memory of it. Talk about cliche.

I see this man sitting across from me, and my breath quickens even more. Suddenly his eyes meet mine, and his angry expression turns into one of alarm. Oh great, what now?

"Hey are you okay? You look like you're going to vomit or something." He asked me.

"Uh ... I'm not sure. Can you pass me something to wear? Also what is your name?" I managed to speak, even if it was disjointed.

"My name is Grey. Christian Grey." He said, handing me a hotel robe.

"Are you sure you're not Bond. James Bond?" I asked cheekily, while sliding the robe on.

"Funny." he said with no indication what so ever that he thought I was funny.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous. When I'm nervous I ramble or make lame jokes."

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. I jumped, and tightened my robe as far as it would go. Christian stared at me for one more moment before he got up from his chair and answered the door. As the door opened I saw a tall, well-built man. Oh Ana, what have you gotten yourself into? Two men are in a room with you, and you are only wearing your robe. You sound like such a slut.

"Taylor."

"Sir."

"Care to explain what happened last night?" He questioned.

"Well sir, you and your brother went to the club just down the strip at approximately 22:30. While inside, your brother seemed to goad you into drinking excessively, though I wasn't close enough to hear exactly what was said. I tried to get you to slow down when I realized how intoxicated you were becoming but you said, and I quote, "Fuck off, Taylor. You're not my mother fucking babysitter. I'll get shit-faced if I want to, and you need to mind your own damn business" end quote. It was right after that when Miss Steele literally bumped into you." He nodded in my direction.

"How... How do you know my name?" I wondered.

"It's my job ma'am." He said then continued "A combination of alcohol and high heels led to Miss Steele, or rather Mrs Grey, landing in your lap, Sir. Again, from what I surmised you two hit it off quite nicely, as did your brother and Mrs Grey's roommate, Katherine. The group of you continued drinking until 01:00. At that point you requested I drive you all back to your hotel for the night. I asked, Sir, if I should get some NDAs for you, and again you told me to "fuck off." I returned to my room by 01:45, and went to sleep after telling Welch we were in for the night.

"At 03:00, Welch called me to tell me there were purchases on your credit card that just went through. He told me the charges were attributed to the jewelry store down the street from here. He asked if we had gone back out. At that point I called you, but got no answer. I proceeded to the jewelry store, and after some hunting I found the two of you. Unfortunately, by the time I arrived, you both had already wed, so I brought you back here again."

Taylor finished his recount of the previous night, and stood at attention. Clearly he was ex-military with his promptness and buzzed haircut. He reminded me of my daddy. I felt a pang when I though of my dad. He will kill me when he finds out about this... or maybe he'll just kill Christian.

"Thank you, Taylor. Now, how do we," he pointed between me and his self, "get out of this?"

"You don't, Sir." Taylor said.

"What do you mean 'we don't'? I didn't ask for your goddamn opinion Taylor, I asked for a game plan."

"Sir, with all due respect, that wasn't my opinion; it was my plan." he paused, waiting for Christian to respond again. He just nodded for Taylor to continue. "The press have found out, and a drunken mistake of a marriage is not the image you need in the business world, or in your family."

"Family?" Christian baulked.

"Yes, Sir. Your mother contacted me a few hours ago asking if what was in the papers was true. I told her that is something for her to talk about with you, and that was the end of it but, she knows." Taylor explained. After a few minutes of silence, I cleared my throat and tried to put some of my questions into words.

"Uh, I am completely out of my element here, but why would the press care that we got married? I mean, I am nobody special. I don't know you, so what am I missing?"

"Anastasia, have you ever heard of Grey Enterprises Holdings?"

"Yeah, I think so. Don't they have that giant, pretentious building in Seattle? Why?" Taylor seemed to be trying to hide a smile, whereas Christian looked infuriated.

"Why Anastasia? Because I am the Grey of Grey Enterprises Holdings. I am a very rich man, and I have never been seen with a woman. Now Seattle's elusive billionaire bachelor is off the market."

Billionaire? Never seen with a woman? I lost my virginity to a gay guy!

"So what am I supposed to do? Stay in a loveless marriage to a homosexual stranger?" I ask.

"GAY!" he thundered. "I am not gay, Anastasia, and you of all people should know that. We did fuck last night."

It hurt the way he discussed me losing my virginity as a "fuck", not sweet or romantic at all. It also jarred me to hear him talk of us having sex because as much as I knew it happened, I didn't quite believe it until now.

"That's the only thing you payed attention to? You may be heartless, and have flings all the time, but I don't. I can't believe I let this happen. I must have been plastered." I said, almost to myself.

"So it is okay for you to put me down, nut not the other way around?" He asked.

"I wasn't putting you down, Christian." I ignored the way his eyes narrowed when I used his name. "I was putting myself down. I can't believe I waited so long for this, and screwed it up so bad." I corrected.

"What, getting married?"

"Uh, yeah. Married." I lied. I didn't care about that as much as the sex part, but he didn't need to know that.

"Well, regardless, we need to sort this out." He turned to Taylor. "You may go, Taylor. I will call you when you are needed."

Taylor left, promptly shutting the suite door behind him. Christian and I just stayed where we were, not moving except for his fingers running through his hair. I don't know how long we sat there, but the next thing I know Christian has his hand on my arm. He had apparently been trying to get my attention.

"Ana, are you okay?"

"No."

Now what?