Okay, 95% of my readers hate me right now-which I can completely understand. I'm also disappointed in myself too. I'm sorry for the long wait, you guys. I've been busy with my job and I've recently found out some very shocking (But exciting!) news. I'm going to be having a lot of time off soon, so hopefully I will be able to update every one or two days. This is a two-parter, since I'm not sure how I want Christian's family to act. I'll figure it out tomorrow, since I'll be putting the second part up around 5 or 6.

"Are you new here?"

I jump, nearly spilling my tea all over myself. Thankfully, it only spills onto the table where there's all sorts of liquids and cookies strolled about. I pick up a napkin and dab it on the brown spot that's stained the white tablecloth.

What a shame-that tablecloth was actually quite nice.

I turn around towards the gruff voice, which I assume could only be talking to me, since I'm the only one in the building. Yes, with Kate being gone I'm still showing up to work early. I'm a loser with no life-so what? We all have flaws.

As I turn, I nearly jump again. A man-who I'm guessing is the one who's gruff voice it belongs to-is the same one from my first day of work at WZYX; the one with the scar. I inwardly shudder as I look at the jagged edges of the pink gash running along his cheek.

"Yes..." I answer, not sure what to make of this weird stranger.

He's obviously had some issues with Christian, since they were seen fighting. I never actually found out what happened that day.

"Well it's nice to meet you-I'm Jack," he replies, holding his hand out for a handshake.

His hand looks calloused and rough, which I don't know why they would be since we work in a radio station, which isn't a job that's hard on the hands. I place my hand in his, accepting his offer. Just as I thought, his hands were rough. And actually very cold.

"Nice to meet you too," I exclaim.

I sincerely hope my smile doesn't look as fake as it actually is. I'm not a very good actress, so I probably look as awkward and unenthusiastic as I currently am. Jack doesn't seem to notice, though, but he's probably the type who isn't very keen on understanding when a woman really isn't into him.

No means no, sweetheart.

"And your name is?"

I stall. Names are very sacred in this day and age. With Google and Craigslist around, I'm not quite sure I actually want to give him that information. Who knows what Jack the Ripper over here would do with it?

"Ana."

I roll my eyes. Leave it to Christian Grey to screw something up. Well, whether I like it or not, Jack now knows my name. I turn around towards the source of the voice and see exactly who I thought it would be. His copper hair is wet. There's tiny droplets falling softly onto the surface of his white dress shirt. I open my mouth to reply with a smart remark-it's our normal way of greeting each other-but then notice the wicked expression on his face.

His eyes are stormy and forlorn, his mouth pinched into a deep frown.

Oh, yeah, these two don't like each other.. I almost forgot about that.

I'm not sure whether I should retreat before fists start flying, or should I stay just in case they do. When it all comes down to it, I'm a sucker for drama.

Let's see what this leads to..

Jack smirks, a sinister message hidden inside his expression. My stomach roils at the sight; when he smiles his scar hitches up, causing wrinkles to form on the jagged gash.

"Oh, wow. Does my baby brother have a little crush?" Jack teases, his smirk growing larger.

Baby brother? Their relationship sure is loving..

Christians jaw tightens, his hands clenching into fists at his side.

"Don't you have someone else to terrorize?" He spits out.

"Probably.. But terrorizing you is the most fun." Christian's eyes narrow.

Jack turns towards me; "It was lovely to meet you, Ana."

I smile politely, but it falls flat. I really don't like the sound of my name on his tongue.

"Are you coming to Mom's family dinner tomorrow night?" He asks Christian.

Christian's rough expression falters for just a second-but it's enough to see the worry hidden inside his grey eyes. I wonder what he could possibly be worried about. But the emotion is gone just as soon as it came, his eyes hardening once again.

"Eh, probably not. We know what happened the last time." Jack chuckles and mock punches Christian in the jaw, before strolling away to God knows where.

A few moments pass before either of us say anything. I twiddle my thumbs-which is a really bad habit I've got to stop-and stand awkwardly, waiting for Christian to say something. One, I'm pretty confused on why every time they're together they want to kill each other, and I'm also pretty damn confused about what happened at Christian's last family dinner.

I'm also kind of confused on how such a sinister creep could be related to Christian-who's somewhat a decent person.

"Don't talk to him-"

"He's your brother?-"

We both speak at the same time, but our thoughts are completely different. He doesn't want me to talk to him? He gives me a weird vibe, but is he actually dangerous? I am just about to ask him why when Christian starts talking again.

"Legally he's my brother, but we're not related by blood. He's adopted."

I nod my head. That explains a lot.

"And he's a bad guy-not the type someone like you would want to hang around with," He says.

I furrow my eyebrow. Someone like me? What kind of person am I?

"What do you mean by 'someone like me'?" I question.

I don't know whether to be offended or flattered. I purse my lips as I wait for Christian to answer. He runs a hand through his hair, as he perches on top of the refreshment table. He happens to lounge right where I spilled my tea earlier.

"You know what kind of person you are, Anastasia," he sighs.

"Oh, so I'm Anastasia again? And you didn't answer my question," I demand, crossing my arms over my chest.

"A good girl.. Innocent. Prude, Mary Sue. The list goes on really," he mutters dryly.

"Innocent? Good girl?" I demand, a fake horrific expression on my face. "Do you know who I am?" I question, a slight teasing lilt to my tone.

He rolls his eyes, passing a hand over his face. He looks stressed, which is rare for him. With looks like his you would never have to worry about anything. I bite my lip-I've never actually been in this situation with Christian before. It's always been me who's the one with the sour attitude.

"Okay.. What's wrong?" I finally break down.

"I have this stupid fucking family dinner tomorrow night. I shouldn't even go.. I haven't shown up to the last three we've had.." he murmurs, so low I almost couldn't hear him.

"Black sheep of the family, huh?"

He narrows his eyes.

"Something like that."

"What'd you do?"

I hope I'm not being too invasive. What if it's so bad that he freaks out, or has a mental breakdown whenever he thinks about it? Gosh, all of these possibilities are killing me.

He shakes his head.

"I'll see you in the recording room," he grunts before stalking off to his office.

As I watch him go, I can't help but to feel sad. There's no pep in his step-just complete anguish and anger. It's so foreign-I'm only ever used to him being an overconfident pain in the ass. I can only wonder where that cocky bastard is, that I kind of started to like.

Today's set

Was.

Horrible.

I don't mean bad-I mean horrible. With Christian being all temperamental, I had to carry the show all on my own. Just little 'ole me. The Mary Sue, the prude, the good girl, had to take the reigns on a late night talk show that is centered around sex!

Okay, maybe if the main topic was baking, or I don't fucking know.. How to match black and orange together without looking like a Halloween decoration-I could've been able to carry the show just fine.

But no, this is not that type of show. When Jamie calls in asking advice for how to make first-time anal sex more comfortable, well little 'ole me doesn't know quite what to do.

The duration of our hour and thirty minute show was spent with me blubbering about stuff I've never even heard of, while Christian stared off into space thinking about things I can only imagine.

I guess I should start packing up my desk now-Leonard is so going to fire me.

I think I'll join Kate on her soul-searching expedition in South Africa.

As I sit in a small diner down the street from WZYX, the hot cup burning the palms of my hands, I can feel tears start to prick my eyes. What was I thinking? Me? Anastasia Steele being a solo host? Of course I couldn't. I can't ever seem to accomplish anything unless it pertains to Jane Austen and quadratic equations. I really am a Mary Sue.

I drop my head into my hands as I realize how pathetic of a person I am. I let out a deep sigh. I really thought I could make this work. My eyes have been closed tightly for so long that I'm starting to see stars, when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I sincerely hope that this isn't the barista who was eyeballing me a couple of minutes ago.

I peer up at the suspecting person and guess who it is; my very own personal stalker. I give him a bitter look and roll my eyes.

"What do you want?" I bark out.

"I'm sorry today wasn't such a great show," he starts.

You can call that an understatement.

"I apologize for that, but I need your help."

Excuse me? What kind of help could I offer him?

Oh, god. Not that kind of help I hope.

I purse my lips. "What kind of help are you talking about?" I ask, hesitantly.

"That family dinner tomorrow night.. I was kind of hoping you would be my date," he looks down as he says it, running a nervous hand through his hair.

Hmm, where has his confidence suddenly run off to? I doubt he ever had a problem asking out women before.

"Why me?" I ask, slightly smirking.

Okay, this could be kind of fun to tease him.

"My mother is less likely to castrate me in front of company, especially someone as sweet looking as you," he answers.

"Okay, but what are you going to do for me?" I question, crossing my legs.

Christian sits down in the chair across from me, folding his hands onto the table. He thinks for a little, then shrugs his shoulders.

"Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" I repeat.

He rolls his eyes.

"Yes, I just said that," he remarks, blowing out an annoyed breath.

Goody, the cocky bastard is back.

"Okay. Deal," I reply simply, taking a sip of my tea.

He raises his eyebrows, looking slightly surprised. He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed at his chest.

"Really? You're agreeing that easily?" He asks, a disbelieving tone in his voice.

I nod. "You said I could have whatever I want. Why would I pass that up?" I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, mirroring the same position as his.

We stare at each other, eyes narrowed.

"Okay," he replies.

"Okay," I answer.

I lean forward and take another sip of tea.

"You have to be at my house at five. Be there a little bit early-my mother doesn't like waiting on people."

"You have to give me your address first," I retort.

He sucks his teeth, then pulls out his cell phone.

"Here, I texted you the address."

"How do you have my number?" I ask.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" He snaps back.

"I'm curious," I answer nonchalantly.

"Well, curiosity killed the cat."

"Good thing I'm not a cat."

He shakes his head, running his hand through his hair. After a while, he lets out a soft chuckle.

"You're really annoying," he remarks, mostly to himself more than me.

"You're really observant," I exclaim, sarcastically.

He smiles.

"My mother is going to love you," he murmurs.

"All mother's do."

My stomach is doing backflips an olympic gymnast would be proud of. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.

I don't know why I'm so nervous. All I'm doing is meeting his family-it's not like we're dating or anything. I don't even really care about Christian to be honest... Well, I don't care that much. He's just a friend. I've met my friends' parents before.

Not a male friend's! Not that you have any of those..

I need to just calm down and stop being so crazy. It would be like me meeting Mike's parents.

You don't want to bone Mike, now do you?

I ignore the outrageous thoughts in my head-since I don't want to bone Christian. I don't want to do any sort of boning with anyone, as a matter of fact.

I take one last look in the mirror, obsessing over how I look once again. I hope I'm not too dressed up-I've curled my hair and it actually looks decent for once. I put on some slight mascara, with a pop of red lipstick. I tried to go for classy, but subtle.

I probably didn't succeed.

To finish it off, I decided to go for comfort instead of looks, and put on a loose sundress. I wonder if instead of being overdressed, I'll be underdressed, which would be really embarrassing.

Stop obsessing. It's not like they're going to care about you, anyway.

I take one last deep breath, then exit my car before I lose the courage and hightail it back home. As I look at Christian's parents' house, I'm almost convinced I've got the wrong address. It's magnificent-the driveway is dazzling, with neatly trimmed shrubs leading all the way up to their front door. They've got a beautiful garden lined along their front gate (which I needed a pass code to get into, by the way), with peonies, roses, and lilies strolled along precisely. Their house is made of stone and impeccably large. It looks at least three stories.

As I'm walking towards their door, I almost want to turn around. How can I even compete with a family as grand as theirs? No wonder Christian is so arrogant. I'm from Montesano, while the Grey's look like they're fresh out of Beverly Hills.

Before I can retreat without being seen, I see someone come onto the wrap-around porch. It's a young, petite woman, with medium length copper hair.

She must be Christian's sister.

As she looks forward, I get all the confirmation I need. Her eyes are striking-as grey as moonlight. Christian's eyes are the same hue, but not as bright.

I start to make my way towards her, but she turns away, seemingly not seeing me. She rummages around in her purse, obviously looking for something. I'm not sure If I should take this opportunity to introduce myself, or if I should observe her for a few moments. She can't see me from this angle, since she's more towards the side of the house.

I choose the latter.

She takes out a pack of cigarettes, which I guess is what she was looking for in her purse.

I inwardly shutter. Cigarettes are so bad for you. She takes out a lighter, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag. She looks stressed out-almost as if she doesn't want to be here.

God, does everyone in this family hate each other?

She places her head in her hand-the one that's not holding the cigarette, and leans on the porch banister. A few moments later, there is a sound of a door opening, and Christian strolls onto the porch.

He looks as stressed as her-maybe even more so. He places out his hand, which she gives him the cigarette after a pause and an eye roll. He tosses it over the porch balcony. They have a conversation, which I can't make out-I'm too far away. However, it looks intense and personal-I almost feel like I'm invading a deeply important moment between them, which causes me to finally finish my walk towards the front door and ring the doorbell. They both hear the sound, which causes their heads to snap towards me. As they're both positioned in the same way, they almost look like twins-it's kind of uncanny.

I give a small, awkward wave towards Christian, who re-enters the house through the porch door he just emerged from. A few moments pass, before he opens the front door. He looks the same as he did moments before, but he looks just a tiny bit more relaxed.

As I look closer, my breath is almost taken away. He looks amazing-more so than usual. His hair actually looks like he brushed it today. He is wearing a suit-which he should wear more often. The fabric clings to his skin perfectly, and his five o'clock shadow is neatly trimmed and maintained.

No, no, no, no, no.

I mentally slap myself. I am not going down that path-I will not let myself fall prey to his looks due to my hormones. I am strong woman, and I will continue to be immune to his charm and perfect facial structure.

On that note, I stand up taller and vow to myself not to do anything embarrassing or stupid tonight.

"Hello," I greet.

"Hello," he mimics. "I'm just telling you now.. My family is peculiar," he whispers.

His face has morphed into an expression I'm not quite sure of. It's a mixture between being nervous and embarrassed at the same time.

"I'm sure I can handle it. I've had to deal with a drunk Kate several times, who's already a bitch to begin with-shots of tequila just makes it worse," I remark, as Christian slides my coat off of my arms and places on the coat hanger by the front door.

The Grey's house is just as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside. Everything they own looks like it could be out of a Disney movie-Their pristine wood flooring, their oak cabinets and marble fireplace, the dazzling spiral staircase. It all takes my breath away-and also makes my rinky dink two bedroom apartment look like shit in comparison.

"Your house is beautiful," I exclaim, taken away by all of the expensive furniture and amazing layout of the house.

"Thanks," Christian murmurs, not the least bit affected. "Would you like to meet my mother now?" He asks.

I feel the butterflies-or maybe it's vomit-fluttering around in my stomach. I feel nervous to meet the woman who is responsible for all of this grandiose. How can I even begin to reach her standards?

"Sure," I squeak out, trying to look enthusiastic.

However, I'm sure I look just as sick as I feel.

The second part will most definitely be up tomorrow-so don't worry. If you have any requests for what you would like to see in tomorrow's chapter, I'm up for anything. It's the least I could do for you guys. And if you have stuck with me since the first chapter, I'm so grateful. I know how sucky I am at updating, but I'm glad that some of you have stuck around. That means a lot to me.

XxXx

P.S. I never proofread-I'm way too lazy for that. (I should get a Beta Reader) Sorry if some parts do not make sense.