Having the phone in my shaking hands doesn't help me with anything.

I have to call somebody, but who?

"Hey, dear have you called somebody?" The man asks

The voice is rough, I have to call now somebody, or that's my end. I quickly grab the card is in my pocket, and dial Christian's number on the phone screen, now my hands are shaking way too strong.

"Hurry up!" The man's voice shout.

I jumped, and my skin is full of ugly goose bumps, my fingers press to call the number, and every beep I hear makes my blood to rush quicker in my veins. He doesn't answer! Isn't he waiting for a damned call? I told him to wait my call! I feel a lump forming in my throat, and I barely keep me from crying. But I fail because I start to cry, oh I hate me! I want to throw this damned phone two miles away, but if I do that probably the creepy guy will kill me, so I am abstaining.

The man gets out of his van, and heads toward me, I am breathless, what is he going to do to me? What to do, run, stay, scream?

Then I feel he pats my shoulder, that's it -my end.

"Honey, what's up? Why you're crying?" He tries to make a sweet voice but surely he fails.

I turn to face him, am I being pathetic or he is a good guy?

"He...he doesn't answer" I say with a raspy voice from crying.

"Call someone else" he says, I see in his eyes sympathy, no, no, not again sympathy, I have a flashback of all my memories I tried to hide deep down and escape from them. I pretend not having all those demons, but whatever I do they always show up. I am fucked-up!

"I don't have any other number" I say and shut my eyes.

"Try to call again him" him? I am calling an unknown man, to help me. I realize I have no one in my life to help me.

I press the buttons again and call him.

"Please pick up, pick up, pick up.." I pray, the man is looking at me with a sudden look on his face.

"Mr. Grey" the voice I hear on the phone is like velvet, I am melting, his masculine voice calms me, and I let a long sigh of relief.

"Hmm.. Good evening, Mr. Grey, this is Ms. Steele " I say again in my controlling voice.

"Good evening, I didn't expect you to call me so soon" his voice happy

"Actually, you have to... I mean I need your.." I stopped

"Yes Ms. Steele, what's it? What you need? I am willing to do whatever for the job" is he?

"I need you to come to me" oh God that really sound bad! To me?

The man made a sign to hurry up, so I dictate the address, and the only thing to do now is to hope Christian will come to 'me'.

I return the phone to his owner. The man took it.

"Are you sure you want to wait here?" He asks and I nod

He manages a tiny smile

"Okay, honey, don't worry, you'll be alright your boyfriend is coming to you, take care"

And he returns to his van before I have a chance to tell him 'he is not my boyfriend'.

I get in my car and take a look in the rearview mirror, shit! My makeup! I try with my hands to wipe all the mascara has fallen because of crying.

It passed an hour, and Christian Grey for sure now has lost his job!

I try to stay calm and not to panic, it will not help me. Usually I am not having in my life this sort of situations, I always have control of my life, but not when in the picture appears a man like Christian Grey , my control goes to hell with me together.

I am surrounded by a dark night, I can see nothing in my sight. I just have to accept the consequences, I always knew, I don't have to be attracted to that type of men, because it's going to weak me.

I hear a long horn, fuck I am scared! Who can drive on this road when it's so dark? I am sitting in my cream leather seat and don't move, I don't want to know what's it. And suddenly someone knocks on my car's window. Hey it's a Porsche! and fugitive I turn my head and see Christian. Oh my God, he came! I open the window

"What took you so long?"

"Well, it's a long drive, and I have never been here"

It's dark but this doesn't keep me from seeing his beautiful face, this man is perfect, and I don't like it.

"Miss Steele, where have you been driving?" Is that his fucking business?

"Doesn't matter, just make this car move!" I know I am being too demanding, but I am used to control and order around.

"Well, I am afraid it's too dark to see something, we have to wait until morning"

"Whoa? Morning? I can't!" I get out of my car finally.

"Let's go to my car, Ana"

"Ms. Steele, I am not fucking Ana to you"

"Alright" he says while grinning.

"So we're going to stay a night in the car?" I ask

" like you see" the thought staying in his car, without bed, shower makes a shiver to pass through my spine.

"I have a house not far from here, I was heading to it, we can go there" I barely manage to tell this. I am going with him in my house where no one had been before.

He leads me to his car, and I don't know or it's too dark or he really has an Audi R8, not bad!

"I thought you said you have some issues with money" I say

"Did I?"

"Yes" I answer and get in the car. I show him the road, and we finally arrive at my house.

I always have a hidden key, so I take it and open the door.

We enter, and I am nervous nobody has been here beside me.

"Pretty house" he says

"Thank you I usually come here to rest"

"Rest?"

"Yes from too much work" I say "feel like home, I have to go to take a shower, I'll be back soon" I see him sitting on the couch in the living room, and he looks very hot, I barely keep control, his deep grey eyes make me feel a girl, and I don't like it. But I have to admit I feel lust, I am attracted to him, this scares me.

I enter in the bathroom, I look in the mirror, my face is a mess, I open the tap, and water caresses my fingers, I clean my face. I sink my body in the hot water after this horrible day, I finally feel relaxed. I close my eyes and let my thoughts free. Fuck! I think of Christian, and not just Christian, but having sex with Christian. No, no, stop it! You can't think of him! Why I think of him? It hurts!

"Don't think about him!" I whisper

"Why?" His voice scared me to death.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Get out!" he is standing in front of me, and I can't help but observe how tall he is, how his stunning and sexy body affects me, and his face is unbelievable beautiful. Strange but I want to feel his hands on me, I want to put my head on his hard chest and feel his heart-beat. Oh, no , what happens to me?

"Miss Steele I just feel like home"