Hey guys! Welcome to another chapter. Again, thanks for the reviews. I'm sorry there were errors in the last chapters, I do my best to proof read but they sneak in there. Hopefully there isn't any this time around.

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APOV

I open my eyes and immediately regret it. The sunlight hit my eyes the second they opened and the most intense, mind numbing, shooting pain went through my skull. My hand flies up to my head and I clutch at my hair. I'm so stupid. I never drink like that, I should have known it would end up like this.

I hear my door creak open and I'm too afraid to open my eyes again.

"Good morning, sunshine," I hear Kate's voice cheerfully say.

"God, Kate, can you please shut my curtains? That light is blinding!"

"Ok grumpy gills," she says in a baby voice and I want to punch her. I hear the curtains close and the bed shift from her weight as she sits on it. I slowly and cautiously open my eyes and am able to keep them open this time. I look up at Kate and she is giving me a sympathetic smile. "Here" I look down to see her holding a small glass of orange juice in one hand and a pair of tylenol in the other. I take them gratefully as I sit up in the bed.

"I am mortified," I say in a hushed voice as I look down at my lap, too embarrassed to look up at her.

"Ana," I feel her gentle hand on my leg, "everyone gets wasted at least once in their life. Most people are wasted all throughout college," she laughs and I can't help but crack a smile. "You're 22! Who cares!"

"Christian Grey," I say as I bite my lip, but then I immediately think of him and release it. Wow, he really has a hold on me.

I look up at Kate and she has her head cocked to the side and her eyes squinted in confusion.

"What?"

"You really have no idea, do you?"

"About what?" Now I'm the one who must look confused, because I am.

"He is so into you, Ana. Last night was the first time I've met him and I could tell right away. He was so concerned about you and gentle with you. He begged me to text him as soon as you were - in bed and safe - as he put it. He made me promise to tuck you in," she gives me a bright smile and a hearty laugh. "He's obsessed."

My eyebrows furrow. There's no way. "He was probably just acting nice."

She sighs heavily. I know she gets annoyed with me. She tells me all the time how pretty I am and how much guys pay attention to me but I always negate her words. Its not that I'm attention seeking, I just truly don't believe the things she says about me. I can agree that I'm smart and witty, but beautiful? Sexy? I'm cute at best. And a man as breathtaking, masculine, confident, and dominant as Christian Grey doesn't want cute.

"Whatever you say," she says as she gets up off of my bed. "You'll see." I roll my eyes in response. "Do you want breakfast?"

"I have to go to work soon," I say as I glance towards the clock.

"So then you should eat before work."

I hear her words and my mind, again, immediately goes to Christian. He would want me to eat. What the fuck. He's not even here and I'm listening to him.

"Ok. I'll have breakfast. Thank you." She leaves the room and my stomach is in nots. I feel like I'm going to throw up and I know its not from the alcohol. This must be what "love sickness" is.

I'm able to somehow get my shit together and shower and eat before heading off to work for the day, which I am grateful for. Hopefully it will keep him as far away from my mind as possible.

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CPOV

I look across the desk at someone I once revered and worshipped. The person that my life revolved around. But in the past few years, whenever I see her or hear her voice, my skin crawls. The more and more me and Flyn talked about it, the more I realized what she truly did to me. But I can't allow my mind to go there too deeply. I've experienced panic attacks as a result of the sessions between me and Flynn and have refused to address the situation again with him. In fact, I was so distraught that I stopped seeing him all together. This was about six months ago.

"Christian." Her voice breaks me out of my deep thoughts. My eyes focus on her again and I feel severe anxiety coming on, so I loosen my neck tie. I watch as she smiles at this action. She must think there's sexual tension. Stupid, predatory bitch.

"Why did you feel the need to show up here unannouced, Elena?" Her eyes squint.

"I should be able to show up whenever I want."

I can't help but scrunch my nose in annoyance and disgust at her arrogance. I've built up the ability to appear strong, confident, and dominant in front of her, but she continues to think she has power over me. She's tried to have sex with me so many times since our relationship stopped I couldn't even count them.

"Anyway," she says, taking out her lipstick and compact mirror and applying another coat to her thin lips. She puckers her almost non existent lips together and looks back at me. The bright red color of the lipstick is harsh against her pale white skin, which looks chalky from the heavy amount of make up she piled onto her face. "What happened with Leila? I heard that you voided the contract"

I sigh and lean back in my chair. "Of course I voided the contract," I snap. She almost looks taken aback by the sudden outburst of anger but she recovers quickly and raises an eye brow at me. "She disrespected me in front of everyone in the club. Submissive my ass," I snort.

"I really thought you two were great together."

"No. I never want to see her again."

"Is it true what she told me?"

"That depends. What did she tell you?"

"That the reason she was out of character was because you were with a girl and that it looked like you were going to kiss her," she spits out the last two words like they were poison. "Leila said that it was obvious that she was not a regular there. Perhaps a newbie. Christian, are you out of your mind? Kissing a girl who is not your contracted submissive without any kind of NDA?"

I take a deep breath before I answer. "Yes, all of that is true. I was with a girl. She had never been to the club before. She is not a submissive, she was there for completely unrelated reasons. And yes, I did almost kiss her. That was half of the reason why I was so god damn angry at Leila. Because she interrupted it."

Her eyes almost budge out of her head. "What has gotten into you?!"

"She has. I don't know what it is. She's…different."

"Different?" She spits out. "Please don't tell me that you're wanting to pursue anything with this girl."

"I am."

Her mouth hangs open in shock. "Christian, this is not you. Do you plan on training her to be your submissive?"

I shrug. "I don't know yet. Maybe."

"You really think that you can live without the life style?"

Again, I stare at her blankly. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know!" She shouts as she jumps out of her chair. "You know damn well that you can't have a relationship with a normal girl. Hell, you can't even hold onto a well trained submissive for more than a few months!"

I take in her words and place my hand over my mouth. Is she right? These are the thoughts that have been going through my mind since the minute I met Ana.

I hear Elena's heels click on the floor as she walks around my desk and runs her hand through my hair. I flinch and pull away from her.

"That's a good boy, Christian," she whispers and my stomach churns. "Think long and hard about this. You know the truth. You know the real you. You'd just be wasting your time."

—

"Say something, damnit!" I say desperately as I sit across from Flynn. I called an emergency session with him. He said that he was surprised to hear from me, but then said he had an opening of 1 hour. Only 1 hour. Of the copious amounts of money I've paid this man over the years, all he has for me is one lousy hour!

"I'm not sure what the problem is, Christian," he says as he squints his eyes and places his finger on his lips.

"There's multiple problems," I can't hide my frustration and I don't have any desire to. "First of all, I kissed her. In public. Without a fucking contract. Second, I can't stop fucking thinking about her. Third, she's not a submissive, and I can't live without that lifestyle -"

"You can't?" He asks, cutting me off.

"Well, no!"

"And how would you know that? Have you ever tried?"

My eyes dart around the room as I contemplate his question. "No, I've never tried Flynn. Why would I? I'm not interested in sex without domination and pain."

"So you told me before is that you're not sure if she would love or hate the lifestyle, correct?"

"Yeah."

"Because she's never tried it."

"Yes."

"And maybe if she did try it, she would like it. Right? Is that at least a slight possibility?"

"Well, sure."

"Then how is it any different from you trying - "

"Because I'm fucked up!" I yell. "You know all of the reasons I'm fucked up. From my mother, to Elena, and everything in between. My situation is just…different".

"Maybe so."

"Thats it? Maybe fucking so?"

He shrugs casually. "Maybe so. Are you willing to let this girl go over this?"

I hold my head in my hands. "I don't want to. God, I really don't want to."

"So, then - "

"But what if I hurt her? What if we get close and I realize I can't do the vanilla thing and I can't truly let her in? What if I break her heart? She is so innocent and genuine. I could destroy her."

"Or you could love her."

"Love?" I spit the word out.

He shrugs again. "Maybe so."

Holy fuck. If he says those words one more damn time I'm going to punch him. Instead, I sit back and contemplate our conversation. Contemplate my conversation with Elena. Contemplate the feeling I get when I think about Anastasia.

I know what I have to do.

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APOV

"Goodnight, Jess!" I wave to my coworker as I take my apron off and smooth down my simple white t-shirt that is fitted to my body. I look down at my jeans and see not a single speck of frosting on them. That rarely happens.

I sigh as I reach for the door to walk out of the bakery. Sundays are always rough, 12 hour days. 9 am - 9 pm. My feet hurt and my head still slightly hurts from last night.

I open the door and walk into the chilly night air. Shit, I forgot my jacket again. I hug myself tightly as I begin to head towards my apartment. I always walk to work because it is so close and I like the alone time.

"Anastasia."

I stop in my tracks. It couldn't be, could it?

I turn around slowly, and sure enough, there he is. "Holy fuck," I say in a hushed whisper so quiet I don't think he heard. My arms drop as I am suddenly no longer cold due to the immediately rush of warmth that shoots through my body upon hearing his voice. I can feel my hands shaking already. I curse myself for letting this man, this gorgeous man, have such a hold on me.

He smiles at me and takes the few steps towards me until he is standing in front of me. His hands go right to my arms as he rubs them gently. Holy shit, I think I might faint.

"Its too cold for you not to be wearing a jacket," he says with a stern look on his face.

"I - I forgot it," I stumble over my words. "How do you always know where I am?" I dare to ask. All he does is chuckle.

"Because I can. And because I want to see you."

"Oh." His hands are still on me and my skin is practically burning at this point from his touch.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me?"

"What, now?"

"Sure. There's the perfect place right down the street that I think you will love."

I look around as if I have anything to contemplate. Of course I'll go to dinner with the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on!

—

To my surprise, we have great conversation over dinner. I don't know why his presence was so intimidating to me, but as he sits across from me, he is personable and warm and his smile reaches his eyes. I wonder if this is a side of him that other people see. From what Kate tells me, he's notorious for being stone cold and ruthless.

We both share a bottle of red wine, the most expensive one they had, I noticed. Christian enjoyed his steak as I ordered a pasta dish with a light sauce. The food is delicious, the atmosphere is warm and elegant, and the company of Christian Grey is beyond what I thought it would be.

"When are you graduating?" He asks as he pours a little bit more wine into my glass.

"This upcoming Thursday."

"That's soon."

"Yeah, but I'm excited."

"You should be proud of yourself, Anastasia," he says as he reaches over and places his hand on top of mine. Its the first physical contact we've had since I agreed to go to dinner with him. I look down and notice how big his hand is compared to mine.

"I am," I say shyly.

"I'm giving the commencement speech," he says, taking his hand away. My mouth shoots open and my eyes bore into him.

"What? You are?!"

"Yeah. I'm surprised your friend didn't tell you," he says with a chuckle.

I shake my head, embarrassed, and look down at my food. "I forget that you're a billionaire business mogul that has made it on the Forbe's list."

"That's not who I am. That's just what I do."

I look up at him and he seems genuine. I feel so safe with him. How is this possible? I hardly know him.

We continue to have pleasant and enjoyable conversation until we finish our food. I have learned that he was adopted at age 4, although he didn't tell me what happened to his birth parents. I also learned that he dropped out of Harvard during his first year, which is when he started his business. I am in awe of this man. Of how much success and power he has after 7 short years. No wonder he likes control so much.

We walk out of the restaurant, his hand on my lower back. Again, my skin hot where he touches. We step out onto the sidewalk and I turn towards him.

"You want to go for a ride?" He asks with an amused smile on his face. I look at him suspiciously.

"Like, in your car?"

"Kind of. Not really." He chuckles.

He takes my hand and I follow him without question. I would follow this man anywhere.

—

He straps me in tightly, tugging gently on the strap that is between my legs. My breath hitches as I feel an unfamiliar but amazing feelings shoot from between my legs and up to my belly. I look at him intently as our eyes lock. He gives me a soft smile. "No escaping now." If it were any other man, that would sound creepy, but its Christian, and I want to attack him right here and now. Too bad he strapped me in so tightly I can barely breathe.

I look around me as he talks into his head set. I'm in a fucking helicopter, and Christian is flying it. Of course he has his own helicopter, and of course he knows how to fly it!

My heart drops into my stomach as I feel the machine lift off of the ground and glide effortlessly into the air. My heart is beating fast and the adrenaline is incredible. I smile brightly as I look out of the craft and onto the beautiful lights of Tacoma. I then look over at Christian and he is staring intently out ahead of him, every once in a while pressing buttons and speaking into the head set. I can't help but bite my lip staring at him. He looks so damn good being in control of this giant machine. He maneuvers it with such ease, like its no big deal. I wonder if he could maneuver my body as effortlessly…

"What are you looking at?" He teases.

"Nothing!" I say quickly, tearing my eyes away from him and back out towards the horizon.

"See something you like?" I don't look at him, but I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Don't flatter yourself, Mr Grey." I roll my eyes and try to look annoyed, but a goofy grin is tugging at my lips.

"Careful with the eye rolling, Anastasia." I look over at him, confused. His face again looks stern, but this time his eyes are gentle. Its very confusing. "Or I'll take you over my knee."

What? Oh, right. He's a dominant. That must be a part of his kinky fuckery. I should be revolted, but all I can do is stare at him, undressing him with my eyes. Would I like that? For him to take me over his knee and spank me? He'd probably say I'd been a bad girl…

I shake my head to bring me back to reality. The rest of the ride is held in a comfortable silence as I look at the magical lights of the city. He takes the short trip up to Seattle, showing me the spectacular sight of the city, until he turns the helicopter away and back to Tacoma.

—

So here we are, standing in front of my apartment. He drove me back here and refused to go without walking me up. At first I thought he was going to come in, but it doesn't look too promising. Maybe I should take the first move.

"Wanna come in?" I ask shyly with my head down.

"Yes." My eyes go back up to his and I see a darkness in them. Lust, maybe? "But I'm not going to."

My face falls. "Why not?" I sigh and my arms fall to my side. "Why don't you want me?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. Why is this funny to him? Why is he laughing?

Before I know what's happening, his hands are firmly on my shoulders and I am pinned up against the wall. His face is inches from mine and his gaze is so intense that I have to look away, but he grabs my chin and tilts my head back up.

"Look at me." His voice is deep and commanding. I do as he says. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire god damn life." There's a heat deep within me that is unbearable. I press my thighs together in an effort to stop it. But its no use. Its just getting worse the more he speaks. "And I will have you, Anastasia. I knew it the moment I laid my eyes on you. When you walked into the club looking like a baby deer caught in headlights," he smiles and I cringe at the memory of being so out of place in that club. The stroking of his thumb across my lips brings me back to reality. "I want to do this right, Anastasia. I don't know what this is, but I'm going to try. You are very special to me. I've never taken a girl to dinner. Never had an actual conversation with any of my submissives. Never kissed anyone without a contract signed," he says as his lips brush mine gently. My head instinctively goes forward but he pulls away. I whimper and he smiles. Bastard.

"I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok," I say, defeated. He gives me a quick peck on the nose and steps away.

"Goodnight, Anastasia."

"Goodnight." Even though I'm disappointed I'm able to give him a small smile that is genuine. I have really enjoyed tonight, and although I want him to carry me to my bed and make love to me until I can't move anymore…I deeply respect him taking his time with me. Especially with the kind of relationships he is used to having…or lack thereof. Could he be serious? Could I really be special?

I put my key in the lock and open the door. I give him one last smile before I step into my apartment and shut the door behind me. I hear his footsteps retreat as he walks off. I lean against the door and let out a breath so long I must have been holding it in the past few hours.

What a night. What an amazing and magical night.

I climb into bed thinking of Christian, and sure enough, I dream of him all night long.

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