Chapter 3

A/N: Hi guys. Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews you left. I am up to 66 followers and I love every single one of you for it. Since some of you guys took the time to review for me, I would like to reply to some of them. First off, Christian will havethe same backstory and will be CEO but I will have a few or my own twists. Second, I was told that my dialogue at the end oflast chapter sounded similar to another story's. I want everyone to know that I had no idea. I am new to Fanfiction so I haven't really read many stories. But I would never take another author's work without crediting them. Please let me know if something else sounds too close to another story and I will do my best to fix it. Thanks. And to the guest that thought my story wasn't well thought through then I'm sorry but don't waste your time reading it if you don't like it. I will take criticism but I won't take it in a disrespectful way. Thank you to those who DO support me.

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Kate POV:

While Ana was picking up Dad from the airport, I talked to Elliot in the kitchen of my apartment. I was having an internal battle. On one hand, I wanted to tell Elliot what really happened to Ana so that he could tell Christian to back off if his intentions with my little sisters were less than honorary. On the other hand...Ana would kill me if I told anyone. She was embarrassed and I didn't know why but she thought people would think less of her for not leaving Adrian earlier. God, I wanted to kill that bastard and make him regret the day he was born. Knocking my sister around was one thing, but he also hit my niece? Elliot had grown even closer to Ana and Rosie these past couple of days so I was sure he would want to put Adrian six feet under, as well.

"Kate, will you just tell me what's wrong?" Elliot asked as he grabbed a beer out the fridge and sat at the island.

I had been pacing the kitchen for five minutes. Elliot knew that if anything happened like this to Ana again, I would blame myself and feel like a failure as a big sister again. After Ana told me what happened to her and she had went to sleep with Rosie, I went to Elliot's house, crying my eyes out. She thought it was her fault. She thought Adrian was never going to do it again, but he did. Over and over. So much she got used to it. My sister never deserved to go through that type of pain and certainly not Rosie, who had no idea what was going on around her. She deserved a father who would protect her and treat her as a little princess, not how Adrian treated her.

"Rosie's father...Ana's fiancee...he used to hit her. That's why she had bruises," I admitted and Elliot's eyes went wide. "I didn't want to tell you because she was so ashamed."

"Did he hit...?" Elliot started asking but I knew what he was going to say before he even finished.

"Rosie? Once. The night Ana left," I admitted and Elliot hopped off the island stool, slamming his hands on the marble countertop.

"What's his name? Where does he live? I am going to fucking kill him!" Elliot growled and, honestly, I'd never seen him so serious about anything before. "Who does he think he is? Hitting Rosie, too?"

I walked over to him and ran my hands down his chest, trying to calm him down, "He's one of the best lawyer's in the state's son. That's why she didn't want to tell our dad. He would, literally, have Adrian begging for mercy and I don't want to see my dad going to jail."

Elliot wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. I reciprocated, happy to be in the safety of his arms.

"My dad is the best lawyer in the country. Maybe he could..." Elliot started to say but I pulled away, shaking my head.

"No, okay? Ana will kill me for telling you. She doesn't want anyone knowing. Look, it's just best if you don't tell anyone. But I do need you to talk to Christian," I said, batting my eyelashes at him innocently.

"You want me to tell him to back off from Ana?'" Elliot raised an eyebrow at me.

I sighed and folded my arms, trying to figure out how I could phrase it,

"Well...somewhat. He has a past of screwing women over and I will be damned before I let one of those women be my sister. Either he treats her like she deserves to be treated or tell him to stay the hell away from her."

Elliot knew I was right. I'm a journalist. My job is to find out people's secrets. When I found out, Christian wasn't gay like everyone originally thought and he happened to have slept with more than ten women in a short time period, I couldn't help but find out more. From what I heard, he liked to string women along and when they wanted more with them, he would drop them like hot rocks. I didn't know the specifics, but I knew enough that I didn't want my sister involved with him unless he was goimg to give her and my niece everything they would ever want.

"Done," he leaned down and kissed me, passionately.

"Really? Just like that?" I asked, surprised.

Elliot and I usually ended up an argument about Christian. He didn't like me talking about his brother. I just...I couldn't trust Christian. And now that he was going after my sister? I saw the way he looked at her at breakfast the other day. He wanted her. I just hoped he wanted her in a way where she wouldn't end up hurt.

"Yes. I know how much Ana means to you...and Rosie. I'll talk to him," Elliot promised me.

I just hoped Christian would listen. He did have the tendency to get angry when people tried to talk to him. Elliot told me once that he hated to be hugged or touched on the back or chest. Christian and I didn't get along that well but...whatever happened to him...really did some damage and the damage that was done...should never happen to anyone. I was irrational towards him sometimes and I knew he had the right motives sometimes...he just took the phrase "a means to an end" a little too literally.

Ana POV:

My hands were shaking as Rosie and I waited for my father. He didn't know about Rosie but I knew he would love her as soon as he saw her. The airport was pretty crowded but I easily spotted my dad, for some reason. He beamed when he saw me and the huge smile stayed on his face.

"Hi, papa," Rosie smiled up at him, shyly.

My father looked between me and Rosie, confused and bewildered. I knew Rosie was the spitting image of me so there was no question she was my daughter to my father.

"Dad...meet my daughter...Rosalie Steele," I ran a hand over Rosie's brunette curls.

He hesitated before kneeling down in front of Rosie. I hated to disappoint my father. He gave up so much for me and I ended up having a child with the man he warned me to stay away from. I would always regret telling my father I hated him when we had that argument over Adrian. I had been taking my anger out on the wrong people. And I was lucky Kate didn't kick me to the curb when I showed up at her 's what I deserved after being the worst little sister in the world. After the argument with Dad, she called me every day just wanting to make sure I was okay but I ignored her. Kate was way too forgiving. I just felt unworthy of my family's love.

"Can I have a hug?" My dad asked and Rosie beamed, nodding, before throwing her arms around his neck.

My dad was only affectionate when it came to two people: me and Kate. Now, he was melting at the sight of his two -year-old granddaughter. I remembered how rough it was whenever he had to be deployed when he was in the army. He was honorably discharged a month before Mom passed. If it wasn't for him, Kate and I wouldn't be grown up and able to go to sleep without having nightmares. I loved my dad so much.

"Dad..." my voice cracked when he stood up and looked at me. "I'm so sorry..."

He brought me into his arms and stroked my hair like I was a little girl again. I cried into his chest while he whispered soothing things. Suddenly, I felt like the six-year-old girl who just lost her mother again. A few minutes later, I managed to regain my composure. I didn't deserve him. He treated me like I was still his little princess and he kept saying over and over that I didn't disappoint him.

"Kate and I want to take you out for dinner tonight," I told my dad as we drove to Olympia Hotel, where he was staying.

We didn't want him staying at a hotel but he insisted and Kate's apartment was only two bedrooms. Once he was settled, Kate and I were taking him to the Mile High Club which was some fancy restaurant that had an extremely long waitlist to make reservations. She must have some huge connections. Elliot's sister, Mia, was going to watch Rosie. I trusted her because I trusted Elliot.

"That sounds great, princess," he smiled at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Dad, I'm 21. You can stop calling me princess," I reminded him.

"I pincess?" Rosie asked from her carseat as she hugged her teddy bear tightly.

My dad turned around in his seat to smile at her. Rosie had him wrapped around her little fingers already. She actually had every one of us at her beck and call. She may not understand anything but she sure knew how to charm her way into getting what she wanted with just like one or two words.

"Yes, you are, " Dad smiled at her and she happily went back to playing with her teddy bear.

A few hours later, Mia arrived at the apartment and I met her for the first time. When I say that girl was energetic...I mean, energetic. No one should be that hyperactive.

"She's allergic to tomatoes and she hates pineapples. Other than that, anything she eats should be fine. Please have her bathed and in bed by 8. If she goes to sleep any earlier, she'll be up in the middle of the night. Oh, and she watches Spongebob at 6. But I would prefer if she didn't watch too much TV so..." I rambled and Kate laughed, cutting me off.

"Ana, calm down. Mia's babysat before. We'll only be gone for a few hours," she assured me.

I took a deep breath and nodded before bending down to kiss Rosie on the forehead. She probably didn't understand what I was saying, but I said it anyway,

"Be good for Miss Mia, okay? I love you."

"I...wuv...you," she tried out and I smiled, tears filling my eyes.

She was turning 3 soon and I felt like my baby was just growing up way too fast. Kate had to drag me out the apartment and once we picked up Dad, we drove to the Mile High Club. It was a pretty fancy place so I was wearing a blue, cocktail-style dress.

"How did you get us in here?" I whispered to Kate as she led us inside the place, seeing the line that extended down the block.

"I have my connections," she winked at me and gave her name to the bouncer.

The bouncer said something to a woman I was guessing was the hostess and she gave us a charming smile.

"Follow me," she took us to what was probably the best table in the place.

Dad looked impressed but I knew he wasn't really the type of person to only want expensive things. That's how he raised us. We got what we wanted but we weren't spoiled. He always made us give away some of our toys around Christmas time to the Salvation Army and kids at the hospital. And when we were old enough, we volunteered at various places. I loved charities. I wanted to start my own one day. Kate knew but Dad didn't. I still managed to go to college and get my Literature degree. I wanted to be in publishing. That way, I could give Rosie a better life. When I was done helping Grace plan the Coping Together ball, I was going to look for a job at a publishing house. I haven't met Grace yet, but I was going to meet her the next day for lunch.

"We missed you, Dad," Kate sighed once we had ordered our drinks.

"I missed you girls, too," he said, smiling at us. "How have you been doing?"

I looked down. This wasn't the right place or time to tell him about Adrian. Thankfully, Kate came to the rescue and started telling Dad all about her journalism career and Elliot. The food was amazing and gave us a distraction. Then that deep, sensual voice I heard made me clench my thighs together.

"Anastasia."

I turned around to see Christian and Kate looked down at her drink, smiling. She was up to something. I knew it. Dad cleared his throat, interrupting the staring contest between Christian and I. Kate introduced them,

"Dad, this is Christian Grey. Christian, this is our dad, Ray Steele."

Christian held out his hand and Dad gave him a firm handshake. I would've introduced them but I hadn't know Christian's last name and that just would've been awkward. I just met the man. Yet, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Christian...what are you doing here?" I asked, even though I knew it was none of my business.

"Katherine didn't tell you?" Christian asked me and Kate rolled her eyes. "I own the Mile High Club."

So he was Kate's connection. Damn. He must have money to own a place like this. I honestly didn't care how much money a man had or not. It didn't make you more appealing. Some rich men, such as Adrian, thought that they could whatever and whoever they wanted. Christian did say he always got whafever he wanted. It kind of turned me on at the time but I wasn't trying to get hurt again.

"Impressive place," Dad said and Christian said, respectfully.

"Thank you, sir. Your dinner's on the house."

I ran a hand through my hair, my natural waves falling around my shoulder, and bit my lip. Christian looked at something or someone we couldn't see and gave us one more smile before saying,

"Get anything you want. It's all on me. I hope I see you again, Anastasia," Christian kissed my hand, briefly, before walking away.

"That man is waiting for the chance to take you out," Dad said and Kate nodded in agreement.

I turned scarlet. If my Dad noticed it, then it must be true. He was in the army. He was trained how to read people. I just...I didn't want to put my heart out on the line, only for it to get broken again. And Rosie needed a strong, stable mother. She needed someone to provide for her. Christian probably had much more important things to do than taking out a girl with as much baggage as I have.

Christian POV:

I couldn't stay away from her. Why couldn't I fucking stay away from her? Elliot told me about what that son of a bitch that Ana's daughter called her father did to them. She needed so much more than I could give her. Elena said herself. I'm not capable of love. Of true feelings. My baggage was just too much for her to handle and she had a child, for God's sake. When I saw her at the Mile High Club, she looked so beautiful and I had to adjust my pants quite a bit. There was no way in hell I was going to sport a hard on in front of her father. He was ex-military. I could tell. From his posture to the haircut. Taylor was bascially the same way.

Maybe I could try. She was worth the effort. The way Katherine talked about her and then the way I saw her with her daughter...I started to read through the background check I had Welch run pn Ana.

Name: Anastasia Rose Steele

DOB: March 17, 1993

Family: Mother-Carla Steele (deceased)

Father-Ray Steele

Sister-Katherine Steele

Daughter-Rosalie Delia Steele

Education:

4.0 GPA

High School Graduate

Master's in Literature

Address:

N/A

Medical Record:

Miss Steele was admitted to the hospital for fractured ribs, minor concussion, broken arm, and a dislocated shoulder. She claimed she fell down the stairs.

That was all Welch found on her. But I knew the truth in that medical record. Rosalie's father did that to her and he really did anumber on her. He better pray to God I never get my hands on him.

Wow. So what do you guys think about the little Christian pov I put in at the end of the chapter. I just wanted everyone to see how he was doing and I want to thank the person that gave me the suggestion of Kate talking to Elliot. Please review and tell me what you guys think. If I get at least 3 reviews, I will try to update a longer chapter by tomorrow or Sunday. Thanks.

Rose xoxo