Chapter 3: Can't take no for answer.

"ANA!" Christian cried out behind me. I stopped in my tracks then to turn on my heels. Folding my arms across my chest. I tapped my foot on the sidewalk waiting for him to catch up to me.

"What?" I snapped.

"Please, Ana come back inside. You agreed to have dinner with me."

I sigh. He's right I did agree and I am really hungry. I had not been eating well the past week. I shake my head then head back into the restaurant. I knew arguing with him was out of the question. I mean after it was a free meal. I sat back down at our table picking up the fork and started back on my plate. It was cold but it didn't matter my stomach twisted with hungry. Christian had joined me back at the table his eyes not leaving me.

After I finished my plate I felt better. Christian had apparently finished his before me and was staring at me. His grey eyes watching me like a hawk.

"What?" I looked at him.

"You are so beautiful Anastasia." He said cocking his head.

I blush at his comment. How could this man just make me blush like this? I wanted to run again knowing what he was doing.

"I want you back, Ana," he said.

"Christian, please don't. I need time I told you that."

"I'll give all the time in the world Ana. Just come to me."

"I don't know. If I do things can't be the way they were." I told him.

He lowered his eyes then sighed. I waited for him to reply but he said nothing. Then finally he spoke after a long silence.

"I know. I will do anything for you, Ana." Whoa anything? He must be desperate. In fact no man has ever said they would do anything for me. Not even Jose. I knew I wanted to be with him but my subconscious was shaking her head. Warning me not to give in just yet. I sighed. Rubbed my forehead then looked at him.

"Christian" I paused for a moment. "I have to think about it."

He nodded his head. "Okay, please don't take too long."

After Christian dropped me off at my apartment I felt a little relieved. I was glad I talked things out with Christian but to take him back was still a matter of question. I kept asking myself if I should. I mean the man did hit me. Though he only hit once across the face. It was still hard to think about it. Come to think about it he was drinking heavily that night and was in a bad mood. I had assumed he had a bad day at work. It didn't make any sense for his actions. Thinking about it made me mad.

I walked up to the stairs to my apartment. As I walked in the kitchen light was on. One thing Ray always told me 'never enter a dark house' and I lived by that. It was always something that made sense. I closed the door behind me. As I did the phone rang.

"Hello" I answered.

"Hi Ana."

"Christian, how did you get this number?" My god did I even have to ask.

He laughed. "Does it matter? Anyway I was wondering if you thought about it yet."

I sighed. Is this man for real? I mean we just talked about this and specifically told him I needed time. "No I have not Christian."

'When do you think you will have thought about it?" He asked me.

I rubbed the bridge of my noise then shook my head. "I let you know Christian. In the meantime please don't bug me about it."

"Okay, now go to bed." He commanded.

Boy He's bossy. "Yes, sir whatever you say." I said hanging up on him. I smiled as I stared down at the phone. That felt good. I thought to myself.

After putting on my sweats and t-shirt I climbed into bed pulling up the duvet. I laid back on the pillow thinking why can't Christian take no for an answer. Why does he insist on taking me back so quickly? I don't know if I can forgive him that quick. I rolled over to my side and closed my eyes.

When I arrived at Elizabeth had said Jack wasn't going to be in until after lunch. She told me to get started on some letters he left for me. I got to work on them when my email dinged. I opened the email app to see who it was. I t was Christian. Oh what does he want now? I thought to myself opening the email to read it.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Hanging up on me now?

Date: June 11, 2011 8:30

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss. Steele,

I do not like being hung up on. I know you were mad at me, but all I am asking is have you thought about it yet?

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

He's asking me again. Oh my god. He is not going to give up is he? I emailed Mr. I can't take no for answer back.

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Stop bugging me

Date: June 11, 2011 8:32

To: Christian Grey

Dear Mr. Grey,

I'm sorry you don't like being hung up on. I told you last night that I would think about. The more you keep asking me if I thought about the longer it will take. Please stop bugging me about it I am trying to work.

Anastasia Steele

Intern, SIP

I knew this wasn't going to be easy. I wondered how long I could resist Mr. Control Freak. How long was the question. I felt as though I needed him as well as he needed me. No I can't just give in. It's too soon. I told myself. My subconscious sitting in armchair with legs crossed and her grandma glasses on the tip of her noise was smiling. I needed time to think about what the right thing to do was. If he keeps asking me over and over the longer it will take me.

Just as I was coming out of my thoughts Jack walked in. He looked angry not usual of course. He stared at narrowing his eyes. What an ass? I thought.

"Ana, my office now." He commanded.

"Yes, sir." I replied in a nervous voice.

I grabbed my pen and notepad then headed into his office. What was he going to have me due? I wondered.

"Did Elizabeth give you the letters to edit this morning?" He asked not looking at me.

"Yes, she did." I say holding my pen and notepad tight to my chest.

"Good. Are they done?"

"Yes, I just need to print them out."

He nodded. "I need you to look over these manuscripts. Give e a report on them. I want them done before you go home if they are not you will stay late. I don't care what that bitch Elizabeth says. Do you hear, Ana?" He eyed as he pointed to the manuscripts on his desk.

I swallowed hard. "Yes, sir."

I took the manuscripts from his desk and immediately got to work on them when I got back to my desk. I hated that man so much it made me want to just walk out. I thought hard on that thought. I could do it, but I need the money to pay rent. Then it accrued to me I had saved enough money in my saving account to last for at six months plus I still had the check Taylor had gotten for my car.

Yes I can do this. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote in huge letters I QUIT then taped it to my computer screen. Grabbed my purse, took a quick peek in Jack's office. He was on the phone. Good I thought. I turned hastily on my heel and walked out of the building. The girl at the reception watched me what was her name? Oh who cares my inner goddess was jumping with joy. The adrenaline pumping in my veins as quickly walked down the street.

I headed for the train. It was too early to head home. So I decided to make a visit to Mr. Control Freak. He would love that. I giggled at thought. I boarded the train towards Christian's company. I sat next to a window. I heart pounding in my chest. I breathing was rapid. What have I just done? I quit my job now I am headed to the office of the man who wants to fuck me night and day. What has he done to me? This is not like me at all. What will Kate think? I flushed as I thought.

The train arrived at the station near Christian's company. The adrenaline still pumping I walked to his building. Up the elevator to his floor then past the receptionist desk looked up from computer screen and tried stop me.

"Ugh, excuse me Miss. You can't walk in there." She said as I opened the door to Christian' s office.

Christian looked up in surprise. He was the phone talking. "I call you back." He said as he saw me. "Ana."

"I'm sorry Mr. Grey."

"It's all right, Andrea." He said waving his hand up. She turned and closed the door behind her.

"Ana, What are you doing here?" He asked me placing his hands on his hips.

"I quit." I beamed at him.

"What?"

"I quit my job." I said flopping down on his white couch.

His eye borrows lifted. His opened slightly. Then he laughed.

"What so funny?" I asked him.

"You are. I thought you said you wanted to work."

"Yes, but recent events have made me realize what I really want to do." I told him crossing my legs and placing my elbows on the back of the couch. Staring up at him smiling.

"What is that pray tell?" He sat down across from me leaning on his knees and folding his hands.

"To travel. Write a book." I said with a half smile. "I'm good at writing."

"I'm sure." He replied. "I hope this isn't about your decision to come back."

Oh boy, here we go. "No, Christian it does not. I need to get away. Away from you and to live life to the fullest."

He looked at eyes borrows closing together. The look on his face I could tell said who are you and what have you done with Anastasia. I laughed.

"Well I better go." I said uncrossing my slapping my hands on the couch. "I'll let get back to work Mr. Grey." Then scampered out of his office grinning form ear to ear. Leaving him bewildered.

Just as I arrived outside of my apartment Taylor was parked in the parking lot. When he saw me, he climbed out of the SUV. Then opened the back driver side door. My heart leaped. He pulled out a backpack. Slung it on his shoulder and walked towards me.

"Taylor" I said.

"Miss. Steele." He replied then handed me the backpack. "Mr. Grey thought you could use this on your travels.

I took the backpack from Taylor thinking did he now. "Thank you, Taylor."

"Your welcome Miss. Steele." He said politely nodding. Then he turned back to the SUV. "Oh, just so you know. I thought Mr. Grey had finally found the right girl this time." He said with a wink.

What the hell did that mean? I thought to myself.