Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and review the last chapter. I don't own Fifty Shades. Happy Reading!

To my guest reviewer on chapter 1: I can't write you a private message as you were under a guest account, let me try to clear up some confusion for you. Anything in chapter 1 that is in italics that is a long paragraph is a flashback. I probably should have made that more clear, but I thought that I did as it was in past tense. Ana became homeless with her stepbrother Mason after her parents died when she was in high school. During that time, she dropped out and became suicidal due to depression from her parents dying. I don't think that is a long stretch from reality especially knowing people whose parents have died when they are young. She meets Jose when they are in high school when her and Mason are homeless, running from the cops after having stolen food to live. He offers her a place to stay along with Mason, they accept, she moves in and restarts high school. Mason gets his degree and starts working. Jose and her start dating while Ana is in high school and they continue dating in college. Jose drops out at some point in college. Ana graduates college and becomes a nurse, that is her job. As far as Jose encouraging her to take a coat then forbidding her from going to New York, that is part of the abusive relationship cycle with Jose. Hope that helps.

Chapter 6 Surprise

Ten minutes later, I am still thinking about not going to meet Grey, out at his car. "Don't be a chicken, Ana, Put your big girl panties on. It's not like this guy is going to try to kill you." I mutter to myself as I look at myself one more time in the mirror, trying to give myself a prep talk, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. When I walk out the door with my sunglasses and hat on, with the resolve that I'm not trusting Grey one bit, that he isn't setting me up with Jose.

My resolve crumbles, the moment I see Grey leaning on a car, with his aviators on, looking as sexy as ever. Consequences be damned, Grey can set me up if he wants to. At least I get to spend the day with him alone. I blush as soon as the thought crosses my mind. "I can not go there. He is a taken man." I grumble as I take a deep breath as I take a step off the porch, wanting to turn back and hide as Grey sees me, a smile creeps across his face, one that says he is up to no good. What if Grey is playing me? What if Jose finds out about this? I push the angsty thoughts from my head, forcing a smile to my lips. I hate that Jose can make me feel this way. I shouldn't be afraid to walk outside. I hate that I talk a good game, but I suck at follow through. Jose has made me like this. Grey's body gracefully moves into the car, and I expect to find some inconspicuous vehicle, instead, I find a flashy Audi that is white with red trim with red wheels parked next to an all-black Audi with red wheels. "I think you have a little drool." Grey teases as he rolls down the window. "Jealous of my baby? I know she is pretty." I'm not drooling over the car, Grey.

I grumble at Grey, a smirk playing on his lips at my expression, "Couldn't we have taken the black one, at least?"

"No can do, Princess. That one is Leila's." I roll my eyes at the statement as I think, of course, Leila gets the nice looking car and the cute guy. She gets everything in life. I mentally slap myself for having that thought as soon as it appears in my brain.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Do you want something from me?" He looks at me shocked that I would ask such a question of him. As he shoots at me "Maybe I am stealing you for the day."

"Why would you do that?" He doesn't answer me. He looks at me and simply says "Get in the car."

"And if I don't?" I shoot at him, still not trusting this man, after all, he himself, told me not to trust him in the house.

"Then I will tell Jose that you are trying to sneak out of the house, would you like that?" He smiles at me from behind his aviators.

"No." I pout.

"Then I suggest you get in this car." He smiles at me, as I grab ahold of the door handle roughly, and slam the car door shut behind me, as he takes off like a bat fleeing hell. I hate him. For a minute, I thought I was starting to like him. I thought he was different from Whalen and Jose, but now I'm not so sure.

I'm quiet as the landscape passes by me. I don't try to make conversation with Grey and neither does he with me. The silence is awkward. I pick at an invisible thread on the edge of my sweater. "Why are you so quiet?" He asks out of the blue, making me jump slightly, bringing me out of my thoughts. I shrug my shoulders as he says "Let's play a game. I ask you a question, if you answer honestly, then you get to ask me a question."

"How do you know that I am answering honestly."

"I have my ways." He smirks at me, as he says, "I'll start with an easy one, do you like music, Stacia?"

"Yeah," I answer, wondering where he is going with this.

"Any in particular?"

"Not really. Anything that is on the radio. It mostly depends on my mood. That is what I listen to." Grey touches a knob on the dash, lighting up the center, hard rock music fills the dead air in the car. My nose wrinkles at the music. "Not a fan?" He grins at me as his eyes leave the road for a short second.

"Not particularly."

"Change it then." He orders, as I begin to hum the song on the new station. "What does Leila do for work?" I ask Grey, as he looks surprised at me, as he asks "You really want to waste your question on Leila?"

"Sure."

"She went to school for art."

"That doesn't answer my question of what she does for work."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He grins at me as I roll my eyes at him, saying, "Fine, I want another question. What did you do, before you were hired by Jose?"

"A question, I can't answer, not if you want to live, but something in the military." He smiles at me, but he has a look in his eye, that I don't understand.

I grumble as I say, "Fine where did you go to college?"

"Harvard."

"What is something you have always wanted to do, but never got to?"

"Go sailing," I answer automatically. But, before I can ask another question to Grey, a ringtone fills the speakers of his car. Grey answers, with a "Grey, speaking."

"Taylor here. You." At those words, Grey's eyes fill with dread, as he quickly snaps the phone off speaker, and puts it to his ear, mumbling things in a code that I don't understand. Grey hangs up the phone, a smile on his lips, as he looks at me, as I ask suspiciously, "Who is Taylor?"

"Someone who I work with."

"I thought you work with Jose. I know everyone who Jose works with, and there is no one named Taylor. What are you up to Grey?"

"Nothing." He smiles at me as his eyes connect to mine, telling me to trust him, even though, at the house, he told me not to trust him. This guy sends mixed signals like no other.

"Now come with me." He says as he looks at me. It is then that I notice that the car is stopped and we are at a marina. "Are we here so that why you can kill me?"

"No." He smiles at me again as he exits the car, moving around the car swiftly, opening up my door.

"If we aren't here for you to kill me, then what are we here to do?"

"You said, you have always wanted to go sailing, so we are going sailing today."

"Really?" I ask, not believing him.

"Yup." He says, as he motions to a white sailboat with the name, The Grace painted in black across the back.

"Is this yours?" I ask, my hands touch the sleek wood of the railing as he unfolds the sails. He says nothing until we are out of the marina into the bay away from the crowds of people.

"It was a gift from my mom." He says as he stands behind the while, steering the boat, the ocean mist spraying me as I look out over the vast ocean.

I turn to look at him over my shoulder as I lift my sunglasses off my face. "Wait, your mom is Grace, who I work with at the hospital? You are the son that is never around? Why are you never around, Grey? You seem too good to be in the mob? Grace seems too nice to have a son in the mob. I have met Jose's whole family, they are the type to have a son, who belongs in the mob. His family is full of criminals." I muse out loud as Grey looks at me, from behind his aviators, almost like he wants me to piece something together.

"I don't know Stacia, did I say before that my mom worked at the hospital in the ER with you?" He asks the statement like a question and it drives me crazy.

"Yeah."

"Then maybe I am her son, but I will neither deny nor confirm that fact."

"Wait, does she know that you are working in the mob? Does she know that you are in San Francisco? Have you visited her since you came into town?"

"No, and you can't tell her. Please don't tell her that you have met me."

"Why, what are you hiding, Grey?"

"Nothing."

"Everyone is hiding something."

"Then what are you hiding, dear Stacia?" He asks as he raises an eyebrow at me, coming closer to me.

"Nothing. I'm an open book." I say as I cross my arms over my chest, feeling like I am being interrogated suddenly. How about the fact that you have a crush on him. My mind shoots at me as my cheeks turn red, as soon as the thought crosses it. How about the fact you hate Jose and wish that he died.

"You're an open book, then tell me about the bruise on your arm?" He asks as he steps from behind the wheel, pulls my sweater up slightly revealing the yellow marks on my wrist in the form of Jose's hand.

"I'm clumsy. I already said that."

"And what? You ran into a hand."

"No," I grumble as I sit on the deck, staring at him.

"How long as he been doing that to you?"

"He doesn't always do that. It is only when I do something stupid to piss him off."

"Stacia, no one deserves to be hit. No man should ever hit a woman." I don't answer him. I know that. My parents taught me better than that. Those things that I told Grey are the things that I tell myself, trying to justify his actions towards me.

After an afternoon of sailing, and sitting in the sun, Grey, anchors the boat. He motions to the lower deck, and asks "You hungry?"

"Sure."

"I'll meet you downstairs in a minute." He says as I leave him to finish anchoring the boat. On the lower deck, there is a little kitchen, a seating area, a bed, and a bathroom. I awkwardly sit on the bench with the table, wondering what we are going to eat. Grey, reappears a few short minutes later, with two fish. "Hope you are in the mood for some fish." He grins as I look at him, wondering if I am going to have to clean and prep fish. As if he can read my mind, he says "Don't worry, I know how to do this. You sit right there." He moves his way around the little kitchen, banging into everything as he grumbles to himself how much more difficult this is. A minute later, Grey puts a tuna fish sandwich in front of me as I eye it, wondering what happened to the two fish that he brought down with him.

"What happened to the fish?"

He grins as he says, "Those are plastic. I just wanted to see the look on your face."

"I thought you had caught them."

"I don't fish. This is the most fishing that I do." He says as he holds up the tin tuna can.

"So this boat, how do you have it?"

"It may have been a gift from my mom. Leila and I were going to get married, sail around the world a few years ago, after college, but things changed when I got my first job." He says as he pours me a glass of wine. I take an uncertain sip as I eye him. He smiles, taking a sip of his own glass of wine, as he says, a smile playing on his lips, "Stacia, if I wanted to kill you, poisoning your wine wouldn't be the way. I would do it."

"And if you wanted to kill me, how would you do it?" I ask as the question slips out of my mouth. I don't know why I am even asking.

He shrugs his shoulders as he says "You're safe with me. I would never kill you." The look in his eyes, makes me wonder how many people he's killed. Then his grin makes me realize that he's probably lost count.

"Why? You told me earlier not to trust you."

"Maybe I was lying. Maybe it is because Jose has the house bugged, and was listening to our conversation.

"You are lying."

"No, I'm not. Look!" He says as he hands me his phone with an app open, showing the dead house inside.

"Are you serious? He has been video monitoring me and listening to everything that I have been doing."

"Yeah, and look." He presses another button and it rewinds to show both, Grey and me, hours earlier in the kitchen talking. I can faintly hear our conversation through the speakers.

"What a weirdo." I mutter as Grey refills my wine glass "Let's talk about something else other than Jose." I say as I down the whole glass. "I think you need to slow down on the wine."

"I don't. I want another glass. This is good." I smirk at him. "You are going to get drunk, then Jose will really be pissed and he will hurt you.."

"I don't think you called Jose today," I say as I dodge the statement about Jose hurting me once again.

His cheeks turn red as he says "Maybe I didn't, maybe I stole you from the house because I wanted to get to know you better, Stacia. Do you love Jose?"

Laughter bubbles up as I shake my head saying "No."

"Interesting, why not?"

"Jose and I, we have a long history, one that is none of your business, Grey."

"Come on Stacia, aren't we friends now. Friends share secrets.

"Not those kinds of secrets, and don't call me, Stacia. I hate that name." I say as I jump off the bench.

He quips a brow at me as he says, "And what would you like to be called? I don't know, you figure it out. Let's go for a swim." I giggle as I strip my sweater off, throwing it onto the floor, revealing a tight black crop top, and I kick my sneakers off. Grey's eyes go to my stomach as he says, "The water is cold. It is December. I think you have had enough of this." He picks up the empty bottle of wine that between the two of us we have finished.

"I don't care," I say as I run up the stairs and sit on the railing, waiting to see if he follows, unlike Jose, who would leave me up here alone. I take in the orange and pink sunset, thinking that maybe this day with Grey hasn't been so bad. Maybe he isn't a bad guy. I turn to find Grey standing at the top of the stairs staring at me. The breeze blowing the wisps of hair into my face as I move the pieces of hair behind my ear, I say, "Have we met before? Something about you looks familiar? You seem so familiar to me."

"I don't know. Have we? I keep asking myself the same question. You look familiar too. Are you going to jump? If you do, are you going to melt, Princess?"

"Princess?" I grin at him, a questioning looking on my face. My cheeks heat at the nickname that Grey gives me. I have never been called Princess before, not even by Jose in our early days of dating. I sort of like it, but I will never tell him that.

"Well, you don't like the name Stacia, and you won't tell me, what you want me to call you, so I'm going to call you, princess." He laughs as he stalks closer to me.

"I'm thinking about telling you what my name is, but I'm not a princess. And, I'm certainly not a sugar cube." I grin as I let go of the railing, stand up, and jump, screaming into the water as Grey looks at me with a surprised expression written across his face like I have lost my mind. The water is freezing. He was right about that. The cold water feels good though, and it clears my tipsy mind. I surface, grinning looking up the boat, expecting to see a pissed off Grey instead, I find him standing on the railing, shirtless. He grins at me as he leaps into the water, joining me laughing. When he finds me in the water, he asks jokingly, "Sorry, did I insult, the princess?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Call me Princess one more time. I might just hit you." I threaten him, a smile spreading on my lips.

"Go for it. It wouldn't be the first and it certainly won't be the last." He says seriously. I drop the subject as I leave him swimming in the water for a few short minutes before I hear, "Hey, we better get going if you want to beat Jose back to the house." I groan, knowing my freedom is over for the day.

Grey helps me up the ladder onto the boat. He hands me a towel and says "I have a pair of spare clothes down in the cabin. Change into them before you catch a cold."

"Thanks," I say, with a tight smile.

In the small bedroom, there is one bed, a chest, and a nightstand. The room is lacking a feminine touch. The bed, is twin sized, with a dark gray, blue, and white strip printed quilt on it. I quickly change into the oversized navy blue sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt with Harvard written in red across the chest. Against my better judgment, my fingers glide over the chest sitting at the bottom of the bed, wondering what secrets lay in it. My eyes widen when I see what is in the chest.

Please review and let me know what you think of this chapter! What do you think is in the chest that Ana just opened? Next chapter will be up the weekend of September 15. I do have a Pinterest board that I update regularly when I update chapter which includes my inspirations for each chapter. The link can be found on my profile. Until Next Time!