To the Guest that said:

I'm glad this was a short story.
It sucked.
Your writing skills are .
The sentence flow is.
Keep your day job...please.

First, thank you so much for adding to my review count! Also, thank you for your honest opinion (it'll be better if you actually finish your sentence), I'm honored really and I liked your review; but I'm really sorry to disappoint you (if you have decided to torture yourself by continue reading it, I hope you're not a masochist) because the story ain't gonna be short, unless you think a story that will have 24+ chapters with 4,000+ words each, a short story. Thank you for contributing to my story stats and if you want to read this chapter, please do so and leave a comment, too, if you really hate my writing.

Lastly, don't worry, I won't quit my day job ;)

FIRST HOUR

"Okay?"

"Do you not understand the word, Christian." She bit back.

"Your smart mouth's going to get you in so much trouble lately."

"I believe it already did. I know you're trouble." She said pointedly.

"Touché, Anastasia." He chuckled lightly. "So, you're going to stay for another day right?"

"That's twenty-four hours right?"

"Smart ass."

She giggled, then stopped abruptly.

"I have to tell you something."

"Uh oh, that's never good right?"

"Why are we so comfortable with each other without the restriction of the contract?"

"Is that what you're going to tell me?"

"No, but I was just wondering."

"Maybe we can find the answer to it ourselves together, later. Now, tell me, what's on your mind?"

"The reason I chose that Fall Out Boy song isn't only limited to the fact that I hated your cocky, arrogant and egoistic attitude, but I also didn't like the contract and the lifestyle."

"Then why didn't you tell me? Or, why didn't you terminate it?"

"Because, Anastasia Steele never backs out of a challenge."

"So you see me as a challenge."

"Oh yes, and I'm sure a lot of people will tell you the same if they dare."

"Then, what conclusions did you come to?"

"I realized that I want a normal relationship."

"Hearts and flowers?"

"Not really, I don't like flowers. I'm not much of a romantic myself, but I do like sincerity and openness."

"And you want that with me."

"Well, it's your time to reject me now because I haven't decided if it'll be with you or with someone else."

"In this case, please, choose me."

"Give me a good reason why."

"I have twenty-four hours to prove that to you, and you'll be the judge of it."

"Deal. So, what time is it now?"

"3:22 pm."

"So, you have until tomorrow 3:22 pm to show me that you can be normal?"

He scowled at her word choice but nodded nonetheless.

"Jesus, Christian. You're so tense sometimes. No, actually, you're tense all the time." She giggled at his expression. "Oh my god, you are normal, okay. Your past doesn't say shit about you if you don't want them to."

"Mm. So, what do you want to do?"

"Don't you have anything planned? I thought you were trying to convince me of something."

"I do have something planned, but since I've been planning everything for the last three months, I thought maybe you want to plan something for us for a change."

"True. Good thinking."

He smirked. "Also, just for the record," he raised a finger, halting her from her move to the media room. "You've not got a single submissive bone in you, you're possibly the worst sub I've ever had. How the hell did you come up with the idea of wanting to sub for someone?"

"Aw, I guess I chose the wrong Dom then. Poor you, having to endure my inexperience."

"No, not inexperience, Miss Steele." He paused, that caught her attention. "Naughtiness."

"Fuck you, Grey."

"You can do that twenty-four hours later."

Her jaw drops and she gapes at him.

"You can't keep your hands off me for a whole day."

"I've kept it off of you for the last three months, what's twenty-four hours more. I think it's you who can't keep your hands off me."

"I can refrain from sex for a day."

"Easier said than done, Grey. So, wipe that smug grin off your face because I'm pretty sure you're going to be coming on to me some time today."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No, but kissing me also counts, so that's a promise." She shrugged her shoulders and replied nonchalantly in an attempt to be indifferent.

"What? Hey, now that's a means to an end." He protested.

"Are you up for it or not?"

"I can do a day without having sex with you, but I can't last without kissing you when you're with me for the whole day."

"Oh, Mr Grey, you'll just have to suck it up."

"What if you come on to me?"

"Do I look like I dare? I've never done that to you before, remember?"

"I think you'd dare, because you're not bound by a contract now."

She shook her head, not wanting to make any promises just to break it later. She knew herself, she knew she was an introvert with an extrovert's personality. She might do something when she was in the moment, and she knew she may conjure up enough courage and end up kissing the man that was her Dominant not even an hour ago.

"Why did you choose that song?" He asked, following her into the media room.

"Do you ask that question to all of your previous subs?" She countered, going to the Wii set that she had been eying for a while, just a little less than the time she spent on staring at the X-box.

"No, but I also don't ask them to give me a chance to give them more."

"That's true, Grey." She pondered, really not wanting to answer that question, because she knew she would get over him easier if she didn't admit her feelings out loud. She wouldn't say she was in love with him, but she was definitely crushing on him, and she only hoped her feelings for him could be controlled like her feelings for other people.

"But?" He prompted.

"But, I'm still not telling you."

"Are you having second thoughts about this twenty-four hour thing?"

"Not at the moment. No." She grinned when she saw his face, clearly not satisfied with her answer. "You know, Christian. When I prepared that song for you, I realized something."

"Yeah?" He took the control that she handed him and stared at it as if it was an alien to him.

"I'm not cut out for the lifestyle, and so are you."

"What makes you think that I'm not for this lifestyle?" He sounded a little defensive, wanting to defend the lifestyle that he was in.

"I thought about what you told me that night, when you thought I was unconscious." She jabbed, reminding him of the time when she told him that a conversation required both parties to be conscious as he was trying to scold her for drinking during the week while she was passed out drunk. He glared back at her for that reminder but she shrugged it off.

"Okay." He stared at the screen that lit up in front of him. He had never been in front of that screen himself, it was always Elliot here fiddling with his play stations.

"I think you have abandonment issues, and you engage in this lifestyle initially because of the thrill that kinky sex brings you, and it later became your mechanism to cope with overwhelming emotions. I don't know what your therapist tells you, but if you keep on going like this in the lifestyle, suppressing the characteristics of your subs just so you can protect yourself by not exposing yourself to another human being and allowing yourself to feel something for another human being, you will start to get bored with this lifestyle and you will slowly come to realization that nothing can satisfy you because you're not willing to try anything new."

She bit her lip after saying all this, thinking that she had gone too far when he made no attempt to form a response. Not daring to look at him in the eyes, she turned back to the screen, adjusting the camera on top of the screen so it could detect the controller. Waving it around, she flipped through the wide range of selections that he didn't even know he had.

"How long have you kept that observation to yourself?"

"Quite a while now…" she said in a small voice.

He sighed, he was now even more certain that this girl was trouble, but he could not bring himself to do anything apart from allowing himself to be lured closer to her.

"How do you know that I have a therapist?"

"It'd be wrong for you to not have one. You'd be spiraling out of control without one and not even a submissive without any hard limit could tame you." She replied simply as if it was obvious.

"I think I want you as my therapist." He joked half-seriously.

"I'm an English lit major remember." She chuckled nervously, still not looking at him, she didn't know how far she could push him since she had never learned about his moods outside of the playroom. "What do you want to play?" She asked, pointing at the screen, she had flipped through all the games by now and had a few in mind.

"Your choice, but you'll have to teach me because I've never played this before."

"What?" She squeaked before he could get the next part of his sentence out. She finally turned around and stared at him incredulously. "You've got a whole set, a very impress one not to mention, here and you've never ever played it before?"

"Only my brother plays it."

"Not even your subs?"

"No, not that I can remember any of them are gamers."

"Sheesh, people need to get a life these days."

"You and my brother will get along so well."

"We do." She slipped, but immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, staring at him with wide apologetic eyes. "Shit." She whispered, "I'm sorry, it's kind of inevitable. Kate's fucking him and Kate's also my best friend, and since I can't tell her about you I can't tell her why I can't meet her boyfriend."

"And you're rambling." The corner of his lips perked up in amusement.

"Sorry."

"What will you do if I didn't ask for more after the contract?"

"I don't know, probably still go out with them when I can't find a legit excuse?"

"And why do you think I have abandonment issue?" He asked, finally getting out the question that he wanted to ask.

She went silent, she knew if she told him the reason she would be pushing it too far.

"Is this okay?" She asked, pointing to the game she had selected.

"Call of Duty?" He did a double take before turning back to the girl, he couldn't believe how the fuck did he got her to submit for him.

"Yeah, have you played it before?"

"Elliot always plays it because he gets to buy whatever he wants with my money."

"So, you know this game."

"Yes, but I just don't know you play it too. You don't strike me as the gamer kind."

"I'm not. I'm not addicted to games, but I do play them sometimes."

"You'll have to teach me though."

"Let me find the place to select multiplayer first." She said, moving the controller around skillfully just like he'd seen Elliot does when he was there.

"Anastasia," he called after a while.

"Yes?"

"You haven't answered me."

"Answer you what?"

"Why do you think I have abandonment issue?"

"I think now's not a good time." She said evasively.

"Just remember that you will have to tell me before the twenty-four hour period is up."

"Sure, whatever." She waved at him dismissively and he chuckled. That reaction made her more certain that the lifestyle was just something that he enforced upon himself, like a discipline but not actually something that he actually needed. He said he needed control but so far, all she could think of was the fact that he was possessive, insecure and hence, jealous. Further making her believe that he had abandonment issue firmer. He didn't need the lifestyle, he needed to learn to trust that there were people out there that would cherish him.

"You're fine with this game right?" She checked once more before clicking confirm on the screen to enter the game.

"I'm fine fake guns on the screen but not fine with real guns."

"Oops." She said to herself.

"What?"

"You're probably going to be far from fine with me."

"Why?"

"I have a gun." She turned to him, biting her lip mischievously and letting out a small giggle.

"You have a what?" He spluttered.

"I'm licensed to carry." She repeated, "but don't worry, Taylor checked me before I got here. I'm not armed in your apartment."

"Don't you even dare think about bringing your gun to my place."

"I can always borrow your security's. I'm sure Sawyer has a gun too."

"Anastasia." He said sternly.

"Okay, okay, sorry. I've gone too far."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair while staring at this woman in front of him. She frustrate him to no end, but he enjoyed her company. She really was a breath of fresh air to his ordinary and repetitive life.

"Are you sure you're okay with this game, then?"

"Yeah." He replied distractedly.

"Christian," she suddenly didn't sound so playful anymore, "we can change a game, really. I don't mind playing this with Elliot next time we meet up."

"You've been to his place?" He froze in his spot.

"Um… yeah… we played his Xbox when we wait for the take out." She averted his gaze and looked back to the screen.

"Well, next time, play here." He said decisively.

"Okay." She squeaked in the smallest voice, shocked at his tone and words.

A bar appeared on the screen, displaying the progress of the game as it loads. Her mind was still replaying the dialogues that were exchanged between them since the moment she told him that she would perform for him.

He was right on one thing though: her behavior was only restricted by the contract, and once that was gone, she had no problem seeing Christian Grey as just another human being rather than a Dominant and a wealthy CEO.

"What have you got in mind for the day? Are you planning on playing this for the majority of the twenty-four hours?" He asked from the side, sounding curious.

"We'll see." Was all she said before she told him to check if his controller was working and adjusted.

Just as she expected, with his inexperience with video games, he was quick to die, and they had actually only been playing for half an hour max, and they had already restarted at least five times because the longest he had survived was because she was protecting him and telling him to stay back and not move. In the end, the place he used as shelter was bombed and he died before he even knew what was happening. That still only lasted for ten minutes.

"You know what? I give up." She said throwing up her hands in the air. "I hate to be the one to break it to you, Christian, but you suck." She pointed a finger at him and said, then bursted out laughing right after.

Raising both his arms up, he mocked surrender while laughing along with her. "Told you I've never played it before. I also remember telling you to be patient with me."

"Patience isn't my virtue."

"You're slowly losing faith." He remembered the line in her song, throwing it back at her.

"In you playing games, hell yes I am losing faith."

"Good to know you haven't lose faith in me."

"You sound like you're going to show me something."

"Yes, I need you to have faith in me."

"Bring it on."

He tossed the controller on to the couch in the media room and gestured her to do the same. She followed him out of the room and into another room.

"You have a library?" She exclaimed as soon as the scent of books struck her nostrils. The dim orange lanterns lighting up the space with a vintage touch made her gasp when she rows and rows of first edition novels. "And you neglected this piece of information from an English Lit major graduate?" She accused him when she followed him further into the room, her fingertips brushing over the spines of the books lightly as if she was afraid to break them.

"Yes, I have a library. And, I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He turned around, stopping abruptly in front of her, causing her to walk straight into his chess but steadied herself without touching him. He was blocking an entrance to another room, but she couldn't see anything in that darkroom, so she looked up to see him.

"So he apologizes." She smirked.

"So he does." He laughed, "that's a first." He added.

"I'm sure. Now, what are you hiding?"

"What Elliot calls 'The Balls Room'."

"The silver ones?" She raised an eyebrow.

"You wish," he chuckled, flicking on the lights with a hand and pulled her in with the other arm around her waist, keeping her close to his body.

"I liked the Ben Wa balls, especially the silver ones that could vibrate." She commented in a whispering voice into his ear, sending shivers down his spine momentarily. He couldn't believe just how much this woman was affecting him and his body.

"I'm well aware of that." He said huskily, shaking his head when he saw the smirk on her face telling him that she knew what she could do to him.

"A Snooker table." She stated when he moved out of her direct vision.

"You play?" She was fully aware of the heat radiating off him from behind her as his body enclosed hers with the edge of the table.

"Sure."

And with that, the body heat vanished into thin air as if she dreamed about the scene earlier.

"What are we playing on?" She cleared her throat, trying to clear the sexual tension that was building since they entered the room and her comment on the silver balls.

"I know you've got tons of questions for me, so if you lose, you'll get to ask me something that you think I normally wouldn't answer."

"Oh that's not fair. Most of the questions I have in mind are the ones that you won't answer."

"You'll have to learn to choose."

"Then what if I lose?"

"You'll tell me about all the rules that you've broken during our contractual time."

This was the second time her jaw dropped. She would have thought he would ask for something erotic but his current request was even worse now.

"I know you've been hiding things from me, but it's too bad that I like you so I didn't pry it out of you like I would with others."

"It's unfortunate that you like me." She repeated.

"Stop twisting my words. Do you accept the deal?"

"Yes, and I've thought of a question already." She grinned.

"Who's the arrogant one now, hmm?" He handed her the cue, making sure their fingers brush, igniting the sparks between them whenever they make skin to skin contact.

"Fine." She conceded, "but do you have the patience?"

"Patience isn't either of our virtue, Anastasia."

"I've finished one before." She shrugged.

"Show-off." He teased and she grinned back at him. "I'll admit, I probably can't."

"So what do you suggest?"

"We can play pool."

"On a snooker table."

"Why not?"

"Cool. I was going to suggest we play to time." He stopped his movements to look at her for more explanation. "Since, there are about twenty minutes before our first hour ends, we could play till 4:22 pm and see who's got the most points."

"That's also a great idea."

She stood there and stared at the clock that was ticking by on the wall, she decided.

"Let's play pool. Remembering the points are a little bit challenging, and I don't want you to cheat."

"Me, cheat? Never." He laughed, "but you might." Then bent down to take out the box containing the balls for pool. Anastasia took the balls and arranged them in the wooden triangle as he collected the balls for snooker and put them in their box.

"You wanna break?" He offered.

"You sure?" She smirked.

"Ladies first."

"Now, step away from that table." She demanded.

"Think I'm going to distract you?"

"Payback is a bitch, Christian, keep that in mind." She said in a singing voice before breaking the pool.

The balls split up, spreading out on the table. It was a fine break, and he wouldn't admit it out loud, but it was probably the cleanest break he'd ever seen. For a moment, he was worried that he might lose this game of pool for the first time to this girl.

"Solid."

…

"Keep your hands to yourself, Grey." She warned when she felt his presence behind her when she bent over. She had one more before the black ball and he'd got two more stripes.

"They are to myself." He argued.

"I can feel you lurking somewhere behind me with images of how you can grab my ass floating in your."

"You know me well."

"Well, for once, perv, please step aside." She said, still bent over, aiming at the ball.

When he moved to the opposite side of the table, she suddenly regretted wearing this loose tank top that would show all her front when she bent forward. she said. "Now you're just looking at my cleavage. Move, Grey." She rolled her eyes.

"I saw that." He taunted before moving to the side and out of her side.

Ignoring his comment, she took a shot.

"You've seen my boobs."

"And I've also seen you roll your eyes, baby." He winked, walking past her to the table to analyze the situation. "Did you hide this ball behind the black one on purpose?" He exclaimed when he saw that the white ball was directly between the black ball and the edge of the table.

"Yeah, since I can't get mine in, I should at least make your life miserable." She shrugged. "I calculate everything."

"I can tell."

"As if you don't."

"Not this detailed. I don't plot on my opponent."

"I just like to see people suffer."

"You cruel girl." He muttered absentmindedly before surveying around the table to find a good angle to ensure that the white ball would at least touch a stripe after bounding off the edge.

"You love me." She stuck her tongue out before realizing what she just said.

"Maybe." He mused out loud, and that answer surprised them more than the three words she accidentally slipped out earlier.

"You have a nice ass." She giggled when he bent down.

"So do you, Anastasia, now please," he begged, "shut up."

That only caused her to giggle louder. Christian sighed and hit, hoping that his calculations were correct.

"Oh fuck." He groaned when the white ball followed his striped one into the pocket.

"I guess I really enjoy watching people suffer." She sashayed her way to pick up the ball and place it on the spot where she desired, making sure to sway her hips as she walked, knowing his eyes would zoom in on her ass.

When she got the last solid ball into the pocket, the white ball stopped at the spot where she wanted it to. Looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"Bottom left." She said with a wink and took the corner of her bottom lip under her teeth. When it rolled into the pocket in the slowest way possible, she straightened her back up.

"I hope you're not a sore loser, Christian Grey."

First thing first, I really hope I didn't let you down or disappoint you all with this chapter, since I got so many wonderful reviews for the prologue. Please tell me what you think, positive or negative are both welcomed!

The same disclaimer applies. I don't own shit, other than the plot and the idea. Don't own Call of Duty, don't own the characters. Just to be clear, the last chapter is the prologue.

Thank you for all the reviews and encouragements! I'm so glad that you're all curious about what he'd do to woo her. I know 24 days may seem more realistic than 24 hours but I just want to focus on something very small, write about something that is more realistic and in more detail. I didn't exactly time all the actions myself but I imagined they'd be taking up around an hour.

I'm almost finished with the writing but if it's not edited, please forgive me for not having time to do so since I'm keen on sticking to the promise of an update a week. I'm debating whether to add outtakes as bonus chapters because I have some ideas, but there is still time. The length of the chapters vary but on average it's going to be around 4,000+

I hope you're not too disappointed with the update schedule of a chapter a week... it's not like I can do anything about it, because everyone knows that real life is somehow always in the way.

There will be teasers available for every next chapter, so if you want it, tell me. With that being said, teaser for the SECOND HOUR?

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