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Just a reminder to anyone who missed the A/N note on the first chapter: If you don't like stories about affairs, or Ana being married to someone else, then don't read.

Ana, Christian, and Jose will do things you don't like. They are going to have demons now which they will have to deal with as the story progresses.

Chapter 4

One week later.

His lips travelled down my neck, sending shivers through my whole body. I felt warm all over. I ran my hands along his strong, muscular, shoulders. His lips began to kiss a trail down to my breasts. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I could feel his protective hands moving down the back of my thighs, before raising my leg to wrap around his hips. Every touch, every kiss, every breath, it was driving me insane. Sex had never felt this good before.

I open my eyes to look down into the brown eyes of my husband. Instead of seeing Jose, I see a head of dark copper hair kissing down my stomach. "Jose?" He raises his head and I am not looking into brown eyes, I am looking into intense grey ones. He smiles and begins to move further down my body until his head is between my thighs.

"No!" I panic. "I told you I am not going to cheat on my husband!"

He moves from between my thighs, he raises himself up until he is looking into my eyes. He gently strokes my cheeks and let's his fingers brush through my dark hair. "Do you really want me to stop, Anastasia?"

Did I?

I looked into his grey eyes and tried to make myself say yes. I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I didn't want him to. I also didn't want to hurt Jose "I don't know…"

He smiled a wicked smile and continued to play with my hair. How could he look so sexy all the time? It didn't matter if he was frowning, straight-faced, or smiling at me like he was right now. "It's only a dream, Anastasia. A dream that you've created" He begins to kiss my neck. I can't stop the quiet moan that escapes through my lips. "So, really…we're not doing anything wrong…"

He was right, this was just a dream. This wasn't real and therefore it wasn't cheating. This was just my subconscious playing an evil joke on me. I might as well enjoy it. I wrapped my arms around him, my hands found their way into the ends of his copper hair and pulled him in closer. "God, I want you so badly…"

"I know, Anastasia, I know…"

"ANA!"

I was jolted awake from my peaceful dream. I quickly opened my eyes to see the dark eyes of my husband staring down at me. He was sitting on the side of bed, gently shaking me to wake me up. I glance over to the time on the bedside table and see that it is late in the morning.

"You must've been having a good dream" Jose smirks.

"Umm…" Yes, I was. I was dreaming that I was having sex with Christian Grey. Obviously, I didn't feel that way about him, it was just my sub-conscious playing a trick on me. Maybe, I was dreaming about sex with him because I am not getting any from Jose. He wasn't a very sexual person. Neither was I.

I sit up in bed and rub the back of my messing morning hair "What're you still doing here? I thought you'd be at work by now?"

"I had an assignment that I needed to finish. Today was the last day for me to send it in"

Jose had no passion when it came to business. I knew that he hated this course, but he was determined to not fail his father's business. Since the night of the party, Jose had been more relaxed. We now didn't have to worry so much if the store made a profit or not. He was acting more like the Jose I knew in college, the fun, happy, one. That money wasn't going to last forever though. In five years, we'd back to square-one if we didn't change things now.

I reach out and gently rest a hand on his bicep "I've been thinking…" I say in a soft voice "About the store, and about the future of the store…" By the look on his face, I think he knew where this was going "I think we need to talk about whether keeping the store is worth it anymore"

I wait a moment for his response. He doesn't say anything at first. He turns away from me and begins to shake his head. He runs his hand through his long, black, hair that was currently tied back in a small bun. "That was my father's store, Ana"

His voice was eerily quiet. "I know, but we barely make a profit and-"

"And you just want to give up on it!" He jumps up from the bed. He was staring at me as if I was insane. I understood why he was angry, but he had to think about this. We don't make enough of a profit for us to live off. We can't even hire employees to take care of the store. "My father owned that store for almost thirty years! Thirty years, Ana!"

"Yes, and he was struggling as well!" I get out of bed so I am face-to-face with him. "At least he had money saved. All our money has gone to the store. We have nothing, Jose!"

"We have the money you made off Grey"

"And you think that is going to last us the next fifty years?" He had no answer to that "That money can help us start a new life. We can buy a home, an apartment. We can go back to working in the fields that we are passionate in. That money will help us create a new life!"

"No" Was his answer.

He storms out of the room, but I wasn't giving up on this argument. I couldn't keep doing this. I couldn't pretend as if I was happy working in a hardware store for the rest of my life. He wasn't happy either. He was desperately trying to hold onto his father's legacy. We lived in his house, we worked at his store. Our lives revolved around Jose Sr. and he is six-feet-under! It was time that we start living our own life again.

"Jose!" I chase after him as we exit the bedroom. He walks down the small hall and into the kitchen. I quickly catch up to him and grab his arm, forcing him to turn around "Would you listen to me for five minutes!?" I stare into his eyes "Five-hundred-thousand isn't going to last forever! We should think carefully about how we spend it. The store is dead-weight, Jose-"

"Dead-weight?" Oops, maybe that wasn't the appropriate word.

"No…you know what I mean-"

"No" He repeats again. "We're not selling the store. We're not moving into the city. That's final"

He turns to walk towards the back door. "We're not done discussing this-" He was ignoring me. I reached for his shirt and grabbed hold of the material to turn him around and face me again. "-what about what I want?"

He stopped for a moment and I thought that I finally got through to him "I can't abandon everything that my father worked so hard for. I am sorry, but this is the way it is going to be"

"Mr. Grey?"

Christian sat in his office. He had a thick report on his desk that he needed to read through and sign off on. He couldn't concentrate. Ever since Friday night - which had been over a week ago - his mind had been on one thing; Anastasia Rodriguez. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Initially, he thought this had to do with lust. She was an attractive woman, of course Christian would take notice to that. Except, it was so much deeper than lust. He found himself dreaming about what it would be like to wake up on a Sunday morning with her. He found himself dreaming about taking her to events as his actual date, not a paid one. He had never experienced that before…

"Mr Grey?" Andrea's firm voice came over the intercom.

He was snapped from his day dream and pulled back into reality "What?"

"Mrs. Lincoln is here to see you"

Great.

He tells Andrea to let her in, and a moment later the double doors open. Elena Lincoln strutted in wearing her heels and dress. Her blonde bob sat sleek and straight on her shoulders. She also looked as if she had more lip injections recently. She was always altering her appearance in some way. First, it was the fake boobs. Then it was the Botox. Now it was lip injections.

"Christian, darling, how are you?" She embraces him and kisses his cheek. She makes the dramatic smooch sound.

"Fine, Elena. You realize I am a busy man, this needs to be quick" He returns to his desk chair.

Elena takes the spot in one of the armchairs that sat opposite his desk. She crossed her legs and leant forward in the armchair. She begins to tap her nude coloured nails on the desk "A little birdie told me that you cancelled your weekend with Tracey?"

"Let me guess, that little birdie is Tracey?"

"You wanted a brunette, blue eyes, short, disobedient. I gave you that in Tracey and yet you turned her away. Honestly, Christian, I thought she was perfect for you" Her lips pressed together in a worried line. She was trying to look as if she actually cared about Christian's well-being. It was hard when she had so much Botox injected into her face

"What is going on with you, Christian? You've been turning away a new sub each month?".

"He didn't know what to tell her. He just shrugged his shoulder "Maybe I am bored of the lifestyle"

Elena cracks up laughing. She tips her head back as she cackles. She had a fake laugh that annoyed Christian. Truthfully, a lot of things about Elena Lincoln frustrated him. "You? Bored of this lifestyle? Don't, be ridiculous, darling" Elena stands and places her hands flat on his desk. She bends down to look him in the eyes. "You thrive in this lifestyle. This wouldn't have anything to do with that pretty brunette you brought to the party, would it?"

Christian didn't say anything.

Elena smirks "That's what I thought

"Are you done? I have business to attend to-"

Before she could answer his office doors flew open. He jumped up from his chair just as his father stormed in, Andrea was hot on his trail "Mr. Grey, your son is busy-"

"He has been ignoring my calls. He is my son and I am – Elena?"

Carrick Grey noticed Elena standing over Christian's desk. Andrea was trying to stop him from entering Christian's office without an appointment or invitation. Carrick didn't care about that. He and Elena being in the same room was not a good thing for Christian. Carrick was staring at Elena, trying to work out what she was doing here. Christian needed to defuse the situation before it blew out of control.

"Dad, what're you doing here?"

"I came to see you, you've been ignoring my calls"

Christian looked to Elena, who got the message. She picked up her handbag and hung it over her shoulder "I'll see you soon, Christian" She nodded to Carrick on her way towards the door "Carrick, we should catch up sometime. I'll leave you boys to it"

Once she was gone, Christian felt like he could take a breath. He didn't have to be on alarm now that his ex-dom and father were out of the same room. He sat back down in his desk chair and looked up to his father. He noticed that his hair was mostly a dark shade of grey, losing all of its original brown colouring. He had more lines on his face, and his eyes looked tired.

"I am busy, Father"

"No you're not, you're avoiding me. I would like to know why?"

Christian opens the folder sitting on his desk. "I don't know what you're talking about. I am busy"

"I know you better than you think, Christian" He steps closer to his desk "I gave you time to grieve. I kept my distance because I thought that was what you needed. It's been almost seven months and you barely call, I've barely seen you"

"I am working"

"You're pushing me and your siblings away. We…we love you" Christian winced at that word "We don't care about your…lifestyle-"

"Enough" Christian snaps.

"Your brother called me and told me that you brought a date to the party on Friday. I didn't even know you were there"

"She and I left early"

"So, you are seeing someone? Is this one of your…" Carrick struggled to say it "…your special girls-"

"No"

Christian glances down to his Rolex and sees that he has another hour before his last meeting of the day. He doesn't want to sit here and talk to his father about his feelings. He wants him to leave and he knows that here is only way to make that happen. "I have a meeting to get to. Excuse me"

Christian begins to walk towards the door. He hears his father let out a sigh of defeat. He shook his head and mumbled something under his breath "You shouldn't be pushing the people who love you the most away. We're a family, Christian. We need each other"

Christian refused to stop walking. "Christian! Your mother would never have wanted you to isolate yourself-"

He didn't want to hear the end of that sentence. He hurried down the hall way to get away from his father. He threw open the glass door of an empty conference room and slammed it shut behind him. He didn't want any of his employee's to see him loose control. He was struggling to keep his breath even, and his head felt like it was spinning.

He hated feeling this anxiety. He hated losing control like this. This was why he avoided his family, because he didn't want to feel this way. He didn't want them to look at him with sympathy. He didn't want them to be awkward around him. His father says that the family doesn't care, but he knows better. He can see the way that his little sister looks at him now. She looks at him like…like he is a monster.

She blames him for what happened to their mother. Christian was sure that deep down so did his father. If it weren't for him and his perversions, Grace may still be alive.

He needed control. He needed to be in control again. His lifestyle was no longer appealing to him. He had his sights set on someone else. Yes, she is married. He no longer cares. He has had married subs in the past. He needs to be in control of his emotions right now, and the only way to do that was to get over his stupid crush on Anastasia Rodriguez.

Every Tuesday for the past year my father has called me. We have our weekly conversations were we talk about life and all kinds of boring things. He was telling me about this woman he had been seeing. He thought it might be serious, but he said that about the last one. Lately, my father had been trying his luck at dating…and apparently it was working.

I wanted him to be happy, so I would support him on his dating endeavours. I was secretly jealous that my sixty year old father had a more interesting life than me. He was meeting new people. He went to a dance class for a date. He and another date went wine tasting down in California. He was living the life.

"Daddy, do you really think Miranda is the one? You said that about Shelby"

"Well, Shelby became a little too attached. She wanted to move in, then get married, she even said something about having a kid" Dad laughs "I am telling you, Annie, for the first time in my life I am just enjoying myself. I don't think I want to get tied down again"

I put my phone between my ear and shoulder as I carry the heavy bag of soil. We had a new shipment of gardening soil today and since Jose was out playing poker with some friends, it was my responsibility to put it on the shelves.

"I can't believe you have a better social life than me" I tease him. I hear a crack of lightening from outside. It had been storming all afternoon "I should be the one going out and meeting new people every week"

"Don't talk like that, Annie. You're married, and you're a business owner. You're much more mature than most twenty-three year olds"

"I guess…"

"You and Jose are happy, aren't you?"

What do I tell my father?

Jose was like a son to him, especially after Jose Sr. died. He was extremely close to my husband and he loved the idea of us being together. I don't want Jose to lose the relationship he has with my father because we have issues. My father and I were the only family that Jose had left. His mother hadn't been around for years. He had no aunts, uncles, or cousins. He had a grandma who was bat-shit crazy and living in a nursing home. His father is dead.

Who else does he have besides me and my father?

I couldn't tell my father what was going on. I put on a smile "We're fine. We're working hard every day and…and Jose is focusing on his business course. You know, we are great"

"You're a horrible liar, Annie" Was his response "Did you two have a fight or something?"

I begin walking to the front of the store again "We…we had a stupid argument about the store, again. We always move on from arguments. We'll be fine, Daddy. So, tell me more about Miranda – Ahhhh!"

I drop my phone to the ground as I let out a surprised scream. "Shit!" I quickly bend down and pick up my now shattered phone. Great, that is going to cost at least three-hundred-dollars to fix. I look up to the man standing in the doorway of the store. His suit was damp from the storm that had been raging on outside. His copper hair was lying flat from the Seattle rain.

He smiled a wicked smile "I apologize for scaring you, Anastasia"

"What do you want, Christian?

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