A/N: Thank you all for you reviews! Here's Chapter 3 and get ready for the journey. PS. in this story, Ana is not a virgin upon meeting Mr. Grey. Okay, I hope you like it!


So if you had told me a week ago that I would be sitting on my boss's lap, having a deep make-out session... I would of laughed in your face and think that's ridiculous. But here I am with Christian Grey shoving his tongue down my throat, running his hands up my thighs.

We've been doing this for almost two weeks, making out or doing a quickie on his desk. Yes, I know what you're thinking. Slut. But the way he uses his hands can make me melt like butter. He has me under his complete control and under his spell.

"I should get back to my desk." I moan as Grey kisses down my neck.

"Few more minutes." he orders, moving his lips back to my mouth with a passionate kiss.

"Christian, you have a meeting in like, five minutes." I state. He backs away and our eyes connect.

"Fine. But dinner tonight?" Christian voices, raising his eyebrow.

"Oh, I can't wait having dinner again in the conference room." I say, sarcastically. Grey's face becomes serious and hard.

"What's that suppose to mean?" he says, his voice getting loud. I get out of his lap and fix my skirt.

"It's nothing. I'll see you later." I mutter, going towards the door. But Christian latches onto my wrist and pulls me back to him.

"Ana, I'm sorry, but-"

"I know, we can't be seen out together." I whisper, looking down. Christian cups my face with his hands and gives me a sweet kiss.

"I promise this weekend we'll do something out of this building." Christian states and I smile.

"You promise?" I ask and he nods. I reach up to kiss him and my hand reaches behind his back to squeeze his ass. He snatches my hand and shakes his head.

"What do you think you're doing?" he teases and I giggle.

"Nothing, Mr. Grey." I murmur, biting my lip and smiling sweetly.

"Oh, stop being cute."

"I can't, it's not possible." Christian chuckles and leads me to the door, opening it. I immediately go straight to my desk and sit down. Grey winks at me before going back into his office. My heart begins racing at the excitement of what he is planning this weekend. I look back at my computer and continue with my work. And try not to act like a complete teenage girl.

Christian's POV

I'm a horrible husband. I know and I'm admitting to it. But Anastasia has me feeling things I've never felt before. I've never been that kind of man being over affectionate and having a heart. She's bringing out a whole new side of me.

Sophia comes back home tonight from her parents and I have no idea what to do. But I'm going to continue trying to be my normal self around her. I have to pretend everything is still the same and that I've missed her the whole week she was away.

Now, I have to plan something for Anastasia and I this weekend. Something that will put the biggest smile on her face. I'm thinking of taking Charlie Tango and going to a trip somewhere. All I want right now is to spend time with her. No matter what the consequences may be.

Ana's POV

After a long day of work, I can finally call it a day. I shut down my computer and collect my stuff together. Christian is still held up in his office, working hard. I decide to peek my head inside and tell him goodbye.

"Hey, I'm leaving." I state, walking towards his desk. He looks exhausted, looking like the same state he's always in after a long day. His hair all over the place, tie discarded, and those two top buttons undone. Lord God, save me.

"Did I dismiss you?" Christian asks, raising his one eyebrow and leans back into his chair. I place my hand on my hip and nod.

"Yeah, you sent me an email. Remember?" He looks at me and shakes his head. "Wow, you must be tired."

"Well, yeah. The meetings I had today were all draining. Plus, I hate going through the entire day without talking or seeing you." He says, staring me intensely with his gray eyes.

"I'm sorry." I mutter, walking towards him and climbing into his lap.

"I know something that will make me feel better." Christian voices, smirking.

"Oh, really?" I ask, tilting my head and bite my lip. He begins pulling on my blouse and kissing my shoulder. While his lips skim down my arm, Christian starts unbuttoning my shirt. "I know how to take off my own clothes." I tease.

"I know, but I do it so much better." he whispers, chuckling against my skin. My blouse is taken off my body and Christian manages to slip out of his pants. I wiggle out my skirt and panties. He hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Christian carries me to the couch and lays me down. I feel his erection hard and warm, against my stomach. I reach down and grip it firmly, and Christian tilts his head back and moans. I help Christian slip inside of me, and he presses his forehead against mine.

I begin to feel my whole body loosen as Christian drives deeper inside of me. There's an intensity between us in this moment that I've never experienced before. I arch my back and grind against him. I could feel a flush creeping up on my neck and onto my cheeks.

"Look at me," Christian orders. I stare into his gray eyes as the heat in my stomach expands and peaks. I gasp and realize that Christian is coming too. Our eyes are still connected as we both reach our climax.

He collapses on top of me, breathing hard. I run my fingers through his drenched, sweaty hair. Christian holds me close to him and I shut my eyes close, remembering this tender moment. In this moment, we're just Ana and Christian, Christian and Ana. Right now, we're together as one.

"So how do you feel now, Mr. Grey?" I ask, lifting his face to look into his eyes.

"You can always make my day better, Miss. Steele." he answers and I smile. We pull apart from one another and begin dressing ourselves. "Tomorrow, remember that I have a event at my Mother's house."

"Oh, right."

"I'll need you there with me." Christian states and I nod. I finish buttoning my blouse and slip my high heels on.

"What time will we be leaving here to go?" I question, crossing my arms. Grey's face falls and he sighs.

"Well, we'll be driving separately." he explains, leaning against his desk.

"Why is that?"

"Because, well, my wife will be riding with me." Christian reveals and my heart begins aching. Of course, I knew sometime I will eventually meet the woman that he shares a home and a bed with. But I didn't think this would hurt too much.

"Oh, I see." I whisper, looking down.

"Anastasia." he pleas, coming towards me. But I step back, shaking my head.

"I should get home, I'm tired." I turn around and walk to the door.

"Ana, please don't be upset." I shake my head, stop, and look at him.

"I'm not upset." I state, shrugging my shoulders. "I'm the other woman, I know this is how it's suppose to be."

"You don't have to pretend with me." Christian mutters, running his fingers through his hair.

"What do you want me to say?" I ask, raising my voice. "That I'm never going to experience things like in a normal relationship? That I'll always have to be hidden and shoved aside. And that one day you'll continue on with your life and I'll be alone. All I do is worry. All the time. I spend every minute of every day worrying. And I'm scared of what might happen to us. That all I want is to be with you." I explain, tears pouring out of my eyes.

"Ana, I never knew you felt this way." he whispers and I shrug, brushing the tears away. "We'll figure this out."

"How?"

"Just don't give up on us, yet. Please, just don't go." Christian pleas and I bite my lip.

"Don't let me." I murmur. He pulls me into his arms and hugs me tightly. What I just revealed to Christian is all my fears. I have all these 'what if's' in my head, that are freaking me out. My dream is to be with him, but what if it never happens. I feel myself caring about him so deeply, so soon.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, my blue eyes staring into his gray ones.

"Yes." I answer and Christian gives me a weak smile.

"Then you have nothing to worry about." Christian says. I hope he's right...