Wow! I'm blown away by you all. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all the kinds words and the support. I never expected to get that many favorites and follow or reviews for that matter, so you can imagine my surprise when I woke up to a ton of email notifications. I'm really glad you like my Ana. Some have asked if Elena will be part of the story and I'm not sure yet. I hate her so much that if I included her she'd have to be nice because she'd fuck up my flow. Just keep reading, that is if you want. I had some time tonight so I was able to get a little bit of writing done. I can't say you'll always get chapters this long but I will try. Oh, to the guest reviewer that said her sister needs to go to law school first. Indeed she does, that's why she has to take the LSAT first. Don't be afraid to post your review, I get excited to read them.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 2

"I'm Christian. It's very nice to me you Anastasia."

"Uh…."

Fuck, Ana, say something you dumb ass. I look up at pretty fucking hot guy and realize there are no words coming out of my mouth but uhh uhh. Did I not just graduate from fucking college today? I'm pretty sure that means that I'm capable of saying something more than uh-huh. Pretty fucking hot guy is mesmerizing, and now I'm mute. God lord, pull your shit together, woman, he's just a man. Umm, no, he is NOT just a man. He is THE man.

A few seconds pass and I manage to find some semblance of the English language, "Hi Christian. You're fucking beautiful." Jesus fucking Christ, Ana what the hell! That's the first thing you choose to say…Someone, please call a rehab center for me, I'll be checking in today.

This man, obviously educated, very wealthy and much soberer than I must think I'm all kinds of crazy. I seriously can't move a muscle. I really think I'm paralyzed. Crap, maybe I pulled something when I tripped. What the fuck have I been drinking anyway?

"Ana, this is Christian Grey and his brother Elliot," Kate sputters because she's not any soberer than me.

Soberer. That's an odd word. Is that really a word at all? Do you ever write a word and look it a million times knowing god damn well that you spelled it correctly, but it's just not registering? Then you want a second opinion and ask someone who can't spell for shit if it's the correct spelling. Note to self: look up the word soberer to see if it's actually a word because I'm thinking it's not.

Huh…cute blonde guy is his brother. Interesting, they look nothing alike. Different baby daddy's or baby mamas? That's okay, I'm not judging if your mom didn't sleep with the same guy twice. I'm sure some guys just aren't worth the effort twice.

I see Elliott's enormous hand just waiting to grab onto something. You know what they, say big hands, big feet, big…yeah, you get the picture. As I stand to stare at his jolly green giant hand, I realize that I have yet to let go of pretty fucking hot guy's hand. Oh, it's so soft, and I don't ever want to let go. He must have some sort of super giant man hand superpower; I feel this tingle when I let go.

Oh sure keep laughing, this whole…my arms are uncontrollable, and I can't remember what I was going to say. That's okay because he's smiling down on me and I get to look at his eyes…what the fuck color is that anyway? They look gray but maybe my eyes are drunk too and can't focus. Can people really have gray eyes? They're starting to freak me out a bit. He is fucking sexy with those glasses on. Sexy hands, sexy glasses…I'm too sexy for myself. Fuck that was an awful song.

If you care to know, mine are blue. Big blue eyes that go with my big boobs. Yep!

Seriously, how am I supposed to get laid with a guy who is this god damn tall? Advantage goes to the short girl. Why you ask? I'm closer to the crown jewel, so there's less neck strain if my mouth accidentally fell on his...well you get the picture. Now that I think of it, from this vantage point, it looks kind of big. I look up because looking down for this long is making the floor spin.

I feel Christian let go of my hand, and I struggle to grasp Elliott's hand because either I'm spinning or he is. Yes, please let's poke fun at the short, drunk girl, shall we. Finally, I manage to concentrate hard enough to intercept his hand as he goes left, then right, then left. Man, hold the fuck still already.

"Hi Lelliott, I'm Ana. Why the fuck is everyone so tall?" I slur.

Now he's laughing at me, and my sister is trying to whisper something in my ear. I can't hear her. Damn, can't see straight, can't hear, and my speech is that of a newborn. I am fucked up. I need sleep. We've been here since…

"Hey, Kate, how the fuck long have we been here," I scream in her general direction. Oh yay, I'm cured. Praise Jesus, I can speak again.

"About three hours, Ana. Are you hungry or tired?"

"Both," I whine.

"Honestly, I am horny."

Oh, fuck me sideways, did I just say that out loud? No…nononono. Is it possible to humiliate myself anymore?

I find myself tossing and turning…oh, whatever I'm lying on is super comfy. What, huh? I shoot out of…oh, it's a bed. Wow, that fucker is comfortable. I jump back in. Alright, how the hell did I get here and where the fuck is here anyway? My eyes finally adjust to the darkness so I check my phone to see what time it is. Ten o'clock! Hold the presses paper writer, wasn't it just like four in the afternoon? I seem to have lost my fucking mind and six hours of my fucking life.

"Hello..hello..hello..echo echo echo, can you hear me?" Did you ever do that in a wide open space and you hear your voice and it seems like it's miles away. Once my brother and I thought it would be a good idea to check out the woods behind our house. When we were little we lived in the country…not like Little House on the Prairie country, but as country as you can get and still be close to a mall and a McDonald's.

Anyway, our property backed up to a magical forest – hey, I was 8 everything was magical for me at that age. Hunter knew there was a creek somewhere, so he made the decision that I needed to go exploring with him. I think he was too afraid to go by himself in case the boogie man was out there. We were having a great time together, digging in the dirt, swimming in the creek...Um, do not judge, he is my brother, and we left our underwear on. I had no sense of time back then, but I do recall the moment when we suddenly we heard our mom's voice. It was that far away echo thing…Hunnnnnttteeerrr Annnaaaaaaa. Annnnnaaaaaa Hunttteerrrrrr.

Seems as though we lost track of time and apparently our mother lost track of us. Hunter couldn't remember if he actually told her where we going, but I'm pretty sure he didn't. After a long trek back, we finally made it back to our house, and there stood our mother on the back porch screaming at the top of her lungs. I really thought she was going to pop a vein. She was mad, my dad was mad because she called him home from work and we ended up grounded. That was that last time I let Hunter talk me into an adventure in the magical forest. Bastard! "Yes, I can hear you, Anastasia."

I'm too scared to look, so I just sit still. Maybe he can't see me.

"Huh?" Oh no, not the infant mutism again.

"Are you feeling better after having a nap." The deep voice utters from across the room. Oh, dear god, please don't be a serial killer that decided to capture me and bring me to his swanky dungeon of death.

I peek over the covers and see pretty fucking hot guy, "Umm, I am yes, thank you. Exactly where are we?"

"We're at my place." Wow, his voice is like melted chocolate…that he can lick off me when... Concentrate Ana you don't want to say something stupid. You need to make a good first impression. You're trying to seduce this guy...eye on the prize, girlfriend.

"Why exactly are we at your place?" I'm stuttering now. At least it's a step up from uh-huh.

"How shall I put this?" A sexy dark voice from across the room says like he's unsure what to tell me exactly.

He is sitting in the chair across the room and has his right ankle balanced on his left knee. Oh for fuck sake he doesn't have shoes on. Love me tender, feet are my fetish. Well not my feet, pretty fucking hot guy's feet. He's wearing a pair of dark jeans and a button down shirt. He wears glasses too. Nothing sexier than man feet and glasses. Hey, I may be a virgin but I'm not immune to the sexiness.

"First, tell me what you remember?"

What do I remember? Hmm, the $25,000 question. Bob, tell her what's she won!

"I remember that I graduated today. I remember Kate, my sister and me going to the bar to do a little celebrating or a lot of celebrating. I remember seeing you across the street from the bar and I was clearly drinking way too much."

He chuckles and I can't take my eyes off him. Wow, those are some straight fucking teeth, and they're so white. How the hell do people keep their teeth so damn white? I mean, I do the whole twice a year visit to the tooth devil, I've had Invisalign, and my teeth whitened after but I eat and drink like normal people. But shit, mine don't look anything like his. His chompers are to die for. I bet he wore braces as a kid, but I'm sure no one called him metal mouth in high school.

"Anastasia, you don't recall our meeting outside on the patio of the bar? Let's just say we shared a moment," He very calmly proclaims.

"A moment. Well, you gotta give me a bit more detail than …a moment." I roll my eyes.

"I have all my clothes on so it can't possibly be me running around stark ass naked in front of five hundred strangers. You're dressed too." "Though I wouldn't mind see you running around stark ass naked. Holy fuck, did I say that out loud?"

"You do that quite often…just say whatever is on your mind, don't you?"

He's giving me the evil eye. What the hell is the evil eye anyway? Did you ever see the Crazy Bitches…Sorry, Real Housewives of Orange County episode when Gretchen wore that evil eye hat because she thought Tamara was evil? I love that show. They are all fucking mental if you ask me. It's a wonder how those women make it through the day in too tight jeans, high heels only their daughters should be caught dead in and the amount of bleach in their hair. Not to mention the drama. How is that shit even real. No one has that much fucking drama in their life. Vicki sells fucking insurance for Pete's sake. Insurance! How much fucking drama does that actually cause? Tamara is a "fitness" instructor. Yeah, we know exactly what your instruction, Tamara. You're not fooling anybody. Those bitches can fight, though. Who doesn't like watching Botox and boobs on a big screen? It's not as good as the broads on WWE. Talk about some fake ass shit. Who in their right mind pays good money to watch grown men in superman boots, and tights that are so tight there's nothing left to the imagination. You don't even have to imagine because it's out there in technicolor flopping around unsecured just waiting to escape the confines of the spandex. So gross.

"I'm sorry, do what again?" I lost my train of thought, and now I'm sitting here staring at him praying he doesn't think I have some sort of mental defect. However, I am fully aware I have the attention span of a gnat. They make a pill for that right? I'll ask my mom to call my doctor when I get home so he can check me out.

"Speak your mind." Pretty fucking hot guy is smirking at me. Really, you're smirking. Smirk…that's another weird word. It should be spelled with an E instead of an I. Smerk. That's just wrong.

"What makes you think that about me?" There he goes smirking or smirking, whichever you prefer, again.

"I'm guessing by that statement you don't remember your confession just before you vomited all over my already wet pants and my new Berluti Grigio Venezia Brogues and then thought you'd take a nap with your head in my crotch."

OH MY GOD! Kill me now. Give me that fucking dull ass steak knife from his plate and put me out of my misery. Anastasia Steele, you have really outdone yourself this time. I know I wasn't feeling much pain, but puking and head in the crotch drunk is not a good look on anyone. My mother should just lock me in my room and never let me out. I'm not clearly not safe to walk the streets.

"I am really really sorry. I can't apologize enough for being so …I think I underestimated how much I was drinking and honestly I was really thirsty. It was pretty warm today; don't you think?" Shut your mouth Ana.

"You think? Maybe this will tug you from your fog. First, you stumbled your way across the patio to where your friends were, I was holding a nice tall ice cold mug of beer and you tripped over God knows what because I didn't see anything in your way. You hit my hands in an attempt to catch yourself from face planting and that caused me to spill my beer all over your head. You then managed to right yourself realizing what you had just done. Nice thong by the way. You proceeded to apologize profusely by grabbing the nearest napkin and patting down the front of my wet pants. It's really okay, though, they are black not khaki. Shall I go on?"

"Oh sure, twist the knife a little more." I am never getting laid anyway so keep torturing me.

"After you so kindly helped me with my wet pant situation, you politely said hello to my brother E LLI OTT, spun around quickly because you were shouting at your best friend, Kate. Who by the way, was standing right next to you. She asked you if you were tired or hungry and you were just being honest in telling us all that you were horny."

Sonofabitch. Mother of pearl. Why the fuck would think it's acceptable to say something like that and to pretty fucking hot guys face too? You were shitfaced drunk. So drunk that you don't remember coming here with a complete stranger, let alone verbal diarrhea you had. Hang on a minute…I hear the door open and in walks a man. I can't see his face very well through my blatant stupidity, but he's tall.

"Keegan. What the fuck are you doing in here, man? I told you to stay out of here."

"Keegan? Who the fuck is Keegan? If you're Keegan, who the fuck are you?" I point at the other pretty fucking hot guy and shake my head trying to clear the cobwebs. Ayayayayayy!

First pretty fucking hot guy is laughing, "I'm Keegan, this is my twin brother Christian. He's actually the one you met at the bar. I was just fucking with ya."

He turns around, smacks this so-called Christian on the back and walks out.