Ana POV

The door closes behind Alec and left standing in his wake is Christian. We stare at each other for what seems like forever. I can see the pain in his eyes, and even though I'm mad or frustrated or whatever this is I'm feeling, I still have this urge to want to run over and give him a hug.

I shake off thought and instead focus on the conversation we had before the show. I need to know what in the world he was talking about when he claims he tried to call me.

"Give me your phone." I demand

"Why? I thought you weren't into that whole stalking thing." he grins at me trying to be funny and all I want to do is punch him in his perfect teeth.

"Just give me your phone, please."

"Why do you need my phone?" he asks as he hands over his phone

"I just find it funny that my phone just 'hung up on u'"

"Why would I lie about that?"

"I didn't say you were, but I would like to know what you're talking about."

I open up his phone and find my number and call it. Sure, enough it hangs up on me. I do it again, same effect. I send a text and it says message can't be sent.

"That's. ..odd." I state.

"Did Marla tell you I called?"

"No. I didn't talk to her but once yesterday. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone after your crazy ex was telling me she was laying in my bed, practically waiting for you to get out of the shower." I bark.

"Ana, I swear I knew nothing about that. I didn't think she would do something like that. Well, maybe more now than before I brought her over. I didn't know what to do, I just felt like I needed to help her."

"I need to figure what is going on with my phone–" I start to walk away from him. I'm just still not ready to talk.

I believe what he's telling me. I don't think his intentions were malice, and I do think his heart may have been in the right place. It was his brain not thinking clearly. But, till Sam is completely out of the picture, I'll always feel like second place. She wants my man and I don't know what she's willing to do to get him.

I grab the handle to the door and leave the room. I know Christian is hot on my heels. He grabs my hand and causes me to stop.

"What?" I say through my teeth as I spin around to face him

"Can't we just go somewhere to talk?"

"I don't feel much like talking now. I want to know what the hell is going on with my phone. Don't you?"

I have a very strong feeling that Samantha Jones is behind it.

"Yes. I do, but–"

"Good. That's what I'm going to do. Where's Taylor?" I ask, cutting him off.

"Taylor?"

"Yeah, he's someone I trust and I think he would be able to help. He worked for the FBI before he retired to protect your ass." I say smugly.

"He should be outside." he tells me and I start to walk towards the doors. I notice Miquel, my bodyguard, following behind me.

I spot Taylor waiting out by the car talking to another one of the guards.

"Taylor? I need your help with something." I ask him.

"Yes, Miss Steele?"

I huff, "What have to told you about calling me that." I can hear Christian snicker behind me and I throw him a look to hush it. He raises his hands up in defense, but he's still smiling.

He knows how much it drives me crazy when people call me Miss Steele. I'm not my grandmother.

"Sorry, Ana. What do you need?"

"For some reason when Christian calls and texts me, it doesn't go through, although I can still call him. I didn't do anything with my phone to have that happen and I was hoping you could use your skills to figure out why." I tell him.

"How long has this been happening?"

"Since maybe Monday night." Christian answers.

"There's a chance someone hacked into your phone, or contacted the phone company to put the block on his number."

"So, you're telling me someone could have hacked into my phone?" He nods and I turn to Christian.
"Sam isn't that smart. You think she had someone to help her?"

He just shrugs, "I didn't think she would do something like this." I throw daggers at him, wishing he would just turn into a puddle on the ground.

"Who in the hell would else it be then?" I snap.

"If you let me finish, I wouldn't have thought that till yesterday. So anything is possible. She totally went off the rails, more than her usual craziness. I just don't understand what it would serve. I mean you could still call me."

"Did she know we were fighting?"

Christian shrugs, "I really wasn't in the best of moods when I saw her. She asked if everything was ok, and I did my best to change the subject."

"So, maybe she figured If I thought you were ignoring me or something that I wouldn't be calling you. Maybe it was just luck she was near your phone when I called?"

It just seems strange, why not block it both ways? I don't understand the method behind this and how it would work.

Well, I guess in a way it did work.

"I'll see if I can have an old buddy help me look into it.. Did you have anything else on your phone that she might want?"

"Pictures and contacts. I guess, maybe. God, it's like the whole Paris Hilton thing." I roll my eyes. I rub my fingers on my temples, and wonder what the hell she is up too. Then I remember just what I have on my phone.

"Oh, god. There's hundreds of pictures of us, Christian!"

"I'm sure it's ok…" he says trying to calm me, but inside I'm boiling, but I can also see the flash of worry in his eyes. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can't blow up in the middle of the sidewalk.

"I'll just need your phones for a bit while I look into it."

"That's fine." I resign to the fact that we'll just have to wait to find out what's going on "We'll probably just be at my place to talk." I state firmly to Christian, knowing we are only talking.

Christian nods his understanding, "Miquel can take us." I tell him and walk to the town car I arrived in.

We arrive back to my place and the first thing I do is go to the kitchen grab myself a glass of ginger ale to ward off this impending sickness. It seems like the only thing that's been helping with the morning sickness.

What I really could use is a glass of wine. Maybe even the whole bottle. But, alas I'm stuck with room temperature ginger ale.

Christian stands against the wall, his ankles crossed, just looking at me. I hate in this moment how good he looks, his tousled copper curls, his stunning gray eyes, that perfect mouth. I just want to throw my soda in his face so he's not so perfect anymore, and leave him nothing but a sticky mess.

I lean against the counter staring back at him, while throwing back my drink, wishing it was something stronger.

Maybe it wasn't morning sickness and this is just nerves that's making my stomach a twisted mess.

"Are you going to offer me something to drink? Or am I going to have to get it myself?" He asks pushing himself off the wall.

"Get your own." I smirk.

"Hmm…" He walks over to me and stands in front of me. He looks down at me his eyes blazing into mine and I hate him so much for being able to turn me on when I'm so pissed at him.

At least I think I'm still pissed at him.

Ok, I'm not pissed, but I ain't happy, damn it.

He reaches above me into the cabinet and takes out a glass. He gently grazes his hand on me when he brings the glass down. I can feel his body, even though we're not even touching. His eyes never leaving mine. I keep eye contact with him, keeping my face like I'm not affected by what he's doing, while I take a sip of my ginger ale. He's a master seducer and he knows it

He finally brings the glass down to the counter, and god damn if I don't want him to fuck me into next week on this counter right now.

I don't know if it's the baby hormones or just him that's making me feel this way. However; I remember everything we need to talk about before I even think of letting him in my pants again.

But, god do I want him in my pants.

I step back from him as he fills his glass. I finish my drink and place the glass down before I move out to the living area, but I don't feel like sitting. I feel like pacing. Christian soon follows me in the room, standing across from me.

"So, are you actually willing to talk? Share with me what's going on in that mind of yours?"

"Of course. Ana the last thing I want to do is lose you. You mean everything in the world to me."

"But lately, it doesn't seem that way." He frowns as I go on, "Actually our whole relationship, I've been in Samantha's shadow. I put up with it because I knew what was happening. I've pretty adjusted to the way Hollywood works. I accepted your whole stunt in the beginning. That's on me and I know it. It wasn't easy, but I wanted you. To be honest finding out she was pregnant was hard. I would forever have to deal with her. I knew how you felt about me, and knew I would put up with it all for you and your child. Then she lost the baby and the rational part of me knew you should be there for her. Then I started to feel like it will always end up being something. Maybe she'll always find a way to want to stick around. In the end, I'm just tired of it. I mean we have to wait to put our relationship when SHE is good and ready. Not when we are." I take a deep breath, I feel better now for getting that off my chest.

"I know that sucks. But, we really don't have a choice when it comes to the studio. This is the way they want it." He says, totally not getting it.

"Whatever. There's ways around that shit and you know it."

"I'm sorry, I don't. I'm new to this shit Ana. I'm still trying to figure it out." He steps closer to me and I can feel his breath on my skin.

God damn him.

"Well, learn faster. Because guess what we have a baby on the way. And I won't be able to hide it for long!"

"We're having a baby…" His smile gleams as he places his hand on my stomach. He's about to lean down and kiss me as I put a finger to his lips.

"No, we still need to talk."

He sighs and steps back from me, nodding his head.

"I just want you to know that I am happy about this. The baby." he says pointing to my stomach.

"Well, I'm glad." I give him a half smile and fold my arms on my chest.

"I wanna know why you would think it would be ok to bring Sam into our house?"

Let's start with that. That's the crux of our problems.

"I told you. I felt bad. Her parents walked out, her friends were useless. So, it left me and I was hoping I could talk her into getting some help. I really was just thinking what you would have done. I knew that you wouldn't want her to be alone in that state. I couldn't very well take her to a hotel either."

"Maybe, but more than likely if I told you to bring her to our house, I would have been there with you and her. I was willing to stay and help, you" I point to him. "But, you shut me out instead. So, seeing you take her to our house, kind of was a kick in the gut."

"I never did it to hurt you. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I just know she was in a bad place. I did try to tell you. It was never my intention to keep it from you." he says sincerely.

"Yes, and since I know about the phones, it's the main reason I haven't strung you up by your balls."

"It wasn't till yesterday morning that I really saw what she was trying to do. That I really knew she still couldn't grasp the idea that I didn't want to be with her. That she was still trying." He says resigned.

"That she was still trying to get back together with you?" I snort and I roll my eyes "That's all she wanted since she told you she was pregnant, maybe even longer than that. I think I was naive thinking she would just back off when you told her about us."

"I know. I just wasn't thinking clearly. I felt guilty." He admits.

"I figured as much, but you wouldn't open up to me. You closed off, I know the whole thing affected you. Talk to me." I beg.

That's all I really wanted was for him to tell me what he was thinking. What he was going through so I could better understand him.

He plops down on the couch, "I'm mad at myself for never caring about the pregnancy. I never believed it was mine, and now I'll never know. I feel like I caused it in a way for not being more supportive, but I didn't know how much more to do. I hate myself for sometimes wishing it didn't happen, because I didn't want a child with Sam. Sometimes I would hope it would all go away. That one makes me feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I didn't know how to process it all in my head. Then I felt like if I told you, you would think I was monster." The words spill out of his mouth and I can see his shoulders sag, as he finally admits everything he's been holding in.

"I don't think you're a monster, I could never think that. But, when you shut me out, I felt like I was taking a back seat her again. That you were maybe sharing with her and not me. I needed you to talk to me and explain. I wanted to help you. Instead you closed off and left my mind to wonder."

"I'm sorry. I really am. I think I was afraid that you would just leave me because it all came to much for you. You tried to once, after we found out about the pregnancy. You weren't sure how much more you could take"

I bow my head, "You're right, I did. But, I was scared too. You would have been forever tied to her and I would still be left on the sidelines. Then you told me you loved me and that helped change things– a lot. Our relationship was no longer a fling"

It's amazing how three little words can just change your views on everything. And they did that day. It made me see everything differently. Maybe that's why it hurt so much to find out the person trying to come between us, was sitting in my bed.

"Our relationship would have never been just a fling. I just thought if I didn't talk about it to you, it would be like it wasn't really happening. In the end, it still came to much for you. You still ended up breaking up with me."

"I broke up with you, because I didn't hear from you in days. The last time I saw you, you snapped at me, then just left. You were cold and being a jerk, instead of explaining it all to me. Then when I finally do call you, to try and explain yourself, she-witch answers. She tells me she's laying in OUR bed and that you were leaving me for her. I know now the reasons why you weren't calling, but that was just the final straw after seeing those pictures."

"Are we still broken up?" He asks softly, looking at me with giant puppy eyes. He's almost giving me the full lip pout.

He's pathetic looking.

He looks like a little wounded animal, or the puppy at the pound that you beg mom and dad to take home, so you can love it and take care of it.

"I don't wanna be. But I also just can't keep dealing with her just popping up. Maybe if she was acting sane, but she's not. I hate saying this, even after she lost the baby, and even before, I just wanted her gone. I would pray and pray that the baby wasn't yours. She was like a thorn, and I knew in the back of my mind she would be a problem. Then I felt bad when she lost the baby, because it wasn't fair what happened to her. However, now I need her out of our lives so we can move on but she seems stuck on wanting you. She's like a festering wound.."

I think the only way to get rid of this festering wound if for Christian and I to stick together. Nothing would drive her more nuts that knowing she hasn't come between us. Now I'm kind of mad of myself. I almost did let her win.

He cracks a small laugh, "Yes, she is a bit. I'm sorry. I promise I won't hide my feelings from you again."

"I'm sorry too. I guess I did the same thing. I just want to move on from this. Come out and deal with whatever backlash they want to give us. I mean how long would it really last for, before they end up moving on?"

"Who knows." Christian puts his arm out and waves me over. "Come here…"

I walk over to him and he grabs me by my hips and pulls me to him. I straddle myself into his lap and I relish in the comfort feeling, being in his arms bring me. He leans back into the couch and I rest my head on his shoulder.

His hand snakes around to the front of my stomach, and he runs his thumb over my belly button.

"However, I have a feeling the next story would be about us having a baby. When do you think we should share this news?" He places a light kiss behind my ear, causing me to shiver.

"Well, you're right, and I think we should go to the doctor and have it confirmed first, see how far along we are. Then maybe we wait till were at least twelve weeks or so. I read that's when most people start sharing the news."

"Does anybody else know?"

I shake my head. "Only you."

"Are we ok?" He asks me softly.

"I think so. I think when Sam is finally gone well be even better."

"What if she never goes away?" He says mournfully.

"She has to eventually see the light, I mean if not we can run away. I'm think tropical island. Just the three of us."

Yes, that sounds perfect. Maybe we should do that anyways.

Christian cups my face and brings my face to his. "I like that idea a lot." he says before kissing me hard on the lips. His tongue probes my mouth and I welcome the taste of his tongue. My hands find their way to his hair and I rub my core against his hardened bulge. He moans against me as his hands start to work there way up my dress.

Oh god. Not now.

I pull away from him, and try to get off him, but he's holding me tight.

"What's wrong?"

"Let me go…" he releases me like I'm on fire and I jump off him. I run to my bathroom and pray to the porcelain god.

I feel Christian put a cold rag to my head as I finish. I move to the sink and brush my teeth.

"Who would have thought my kiss would give you such a violent reaction. You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He comes behind me and wraps his arms around me and looks me in the mirror.

"You know ever since I found those test, I can't help but picture you swollen with our child. None of this flat stomach shit, I want you round. I think you would look absolutely radiant, stunning." He tells me and trails little kisses up my neck, his hand on my stomach.

I can't help my blush as I look at him, he's got the most goofiest smile on his face. This is the man I feel in love with. The man that can make me feel so beautiful in any situation.

"Why don't you and I get in the tub… I mean if you think your done being sick."

"I think this morning sickness has a mind of its own. I never know when it's going to hit" I glance up at him. "But a bath sounds nice."

CHRISTIAN POV

I wake up the following morning, to the sound of both our phones ringing. I have my arms wrapped tightly around Ana's naked body, and I really not want to move to answer them.

Yesterday was amazing after our talk. We took a bath, where we continue some of our conversation, we talked about what the future could hold. Ana mentioned taking a lot of time off after having the baby. That she wants to be around as much as possible when our baby is young. She said she was thinking of maybe doing television too, which means being home every night after shooting, and maybe even have our child on set. However, she doesn't want to think about that for a little while.

As for me, I want to also be able to be able to be around. I really don't want to be gone for long periods of time from my family. Ana says she doesn't want me to just stop, that she would be more then willing to travel if she had to, so we can all be together. I guess right now, everything is kind of play by ear mode.

Then afterwards we spent the rest of the day in bed. Closed ourselves from the world, we made dinner together and made love countless time before passing out in the early hours of the morning.

Tomorrow we have an appointment with a OB to find out how far along Ana is. Ana thinks only about six to seven weeks based on how later her period is.

"Who the hell is calling this early?" Ana moans and nestles her body more into mine. I lift my arm to glance at my watch.

"It's not early, it's after ten." I whisper in her ear.

"Still early." She rubs her nose on my chest, before planting a kiss. She tilts her head up to look at me.

"Maybe we should get out of bed." I suggest, but I have no true motive to make that happen. That's until both of our phones start ringing again.

I groan and roll over slightly to my nightstand and grab my phone. Ana doesn't move but to roll more on top of me.

"Hello?" I say annoyed into the phone without checking the caller ID.

"Christian, where are you? I need to talk to you." Alec's voice comes on the other end.

"I'm at Ana's. What's going on?"

"Marla and I will be there in fifteen minutes."

"Alec, what the hell?" I'm practically yelling at him, wanting to know what the fucking urgency is.

"We'll talk when we get there." And with that he hangs up the phone.

"What's going on?" Ana asks me sitting up in bed, pulling the covers to her.

"Alec and Marla are on their way over. He wouldn't say why."

"Well, I guess there goes this morning activities." She smiles at me, before moving the blanket off her and hoping out of the bed. She walks her naked self to the bathroom, when she gets to the doorway she turns around and looks at me.

"Aren't you going to join me? I think we can make them wait a little bit."

I'm off the bed like the speed of light, grabbing her around the waist and dragging her into the shower.

"We have a problem guys." Alec says as him and Marla walk through the door.

"What now?" I huff.

"It seems like Sam has released a story, but it's not the one you guys were hoping for. She was on her blog, telling everyone that would listen about what was really happening between her and Christian.. It's now made every tabloid news market."

"What did she say?"

"She's claiming that you cheated on her with Ana. Left her high and drive after the miscarriage, to run off here to New York with her. That you also really wanted nothing to do with the baby."

"She said what?" I shout.

"You should watch for yourself. .." Alec opens his laptop, opening an internet page, and pressing play.

"Hi, Everyone. Samantha Jones here. I know it's been awhile since I've been on here, but a lot of things have happened lately, and well I feel the need to vent. My heart has been broken and more than once. I feel like my spirit has been crushed.

As some of you may already know, a couple of days ago, I suffered a miscarriage. But, that's not all I've been dealing with. My boyfriend of three years has been cheating on me. That's right, Christian Grey has in fact been cheating on me with his co-star Anastasia Steele. You heard it here first.

I have to say I'm beyond devastated. Since I told him I was pregnant, he didn't want anything to do with his child. To say I was heartbroken. The man that I loved didn't want anything to do with his child or me.

He tossed me aside like yesterday's trash, while I'm trying to pick up the pieces of my heart that belong to my lost child.

Sure, he helped for a day. Took me to a house where he lives with his girlfriend and then the next day kicked me out and went to her in New York. Leaving me alone.

On top of that I was given some pictures that prove their relationship. Talk about a kick to the head. Their relationship laid out in front of me in pictures. I can tell you right now. These have nothing to do with their new movie. And their relationship has been going on for a while behind my back.

On the screen come picture after picture of Ana and I together. Mostly selfies that Ana and I took. One is of us in bed with a blanket around us, a couple of us kissing, my hand outstretched taking the picture. Us in Malibu when we weren't filming. Then there's one of us kissing against the trailers that I know didn't come from any of our phones. Then there's a couple of our text messages.

The text message range from us exchanging 'I love you's' to some of our dirty conversations. I look over at Ana and she's gone pale. I move to her and put my arms around her.

"I'm so sorry, baby." I whisper in her ear and she just slightly shakes her head.

"To say I was shocked by the development. I really thought Christian and I were in love. That we would be together and start our family. He held onto me, giving me false hope, thinking that we were going to last forever. Only for him to step all over me. He basically used me to further his career. —-"

"Turn it off!" I yell.

I don't want to listen to anymore of her psychobabble.

Marla turns off the video, "It goes on like that for another twenty minutes." She informs us.

I roll my eyes, "Really?"

I mean, really? twenty minutes of what? A people actually listening to this crap?

"What more is there to say?"

"Well, she had some colorful words for you and Ana. Actually, it is better that you two don't hear it." Marla gives a weak smile at Ana, who is still looking dumbfounded at the laptop. I rub my hand up and down her back, but Ana is still lost in her own thoughts.

"I know you two talked about going to the premiere together, but I think you two should arrive separately tonight, honestly I don't think you should even show up." Alec tells me.

"What?" I snap "This is fucking ridiculous. Shut the bitch down." I bellow

"Christian. Relax" Alec starts.

"No. I'm not going to relax. I'm sick and tired of her bullshit." I seethe

"We need to clear the air before you guys do anything. Showing up at this premiere together wouldn't be a good idea. This could cause a great impact on your guy's career. It could ruin your Christian, before it even really starts."

"So, what? I didn't do anything wrong. We just fell in love, we just need to to squish her rumor. We all know she's full of shit."

"Yes, but.." I put my hand up to stop him.

"No, buts. Sam is freaking psycho and I'm tired of her being in control of my career and most importantly my life."

"This isn't the time to out your relationship." Alec snaps.

"Isn't it already outed?" I groan and run my hands through my hair.

"Yes and no. Right now, it's mostly hearsay on her part."

"Then when Alec?"

"I think we should wait till we can get you guys to tell your side of the story and also first to try to disprove her statements."

"Ana, I have to agree with Alec. Maybe when you both get to London we can have this thing buried." Marla tells Ana, who has just been sitting quietly still looking at the opened laptop.

"Babe?"

She looks up at me her face blank and she's making me worried.

"It's fine. What's another week or so, right?" She says deadpan, which makes me worried. She abruptly stands up. "I do need to get going and pick my dress up the designers and get my hair done."

She moves out of the living room and heads to her bedroom.

"Can you guys just go?" I ask the both of them.

"Fine we will go. But I strongly recommend you not showing up tonight. I want to be able to stop some of this shit storm first. I'm sure Marla will just have enough when it comes to interviews tonight."

"I'm hoping they'll stick to questions about the movie, but I doubt it. Samantha does have millions of viewers. The news has spread like wildfire. They're going to hound her like crazy…."

"Ana can hold her own. I've seen her in interviews. She knows how to redirect. "

"This isn't good for the Premium movie. The studio is going crazy…." Marla starts.

"You know there's no such thing as bad publicity. Just go…" I wave them off, wanting them to just shut up.

Why did this have to happen now? Ana and I were just starting to get better, and move on from the parasite named Samantha Jones.

I have the mother of all headaches and I can't help but want to find Sam and strangle her. What the fuck is her game?

Once Alec and Marla leave, I head to the bedroom to find Ana.

"Ana?" I ask, as I watch her dig through some clothes on the bed.

"Yeah?" She stops doing what she's doing and looks at me.

"Talk to me, please. I know that wasn't easy to hear."

Ana snorts and throws a pair of jeans to the bed. "No, it wasn't and it's clear as day that she was the one that got into my phone. I'm just— Ahhh" She screams.

"I know, babe. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry. This isn't your fault." She tells me.

"It is. I'm the one that brought her into our lives. And if I had taken control of the situation in the beginning this would have never happened."

I should've been man enough to put a stop to this, but I never foresee it coming to this. I never thought Samantha would try to hold onto something that doesn't exist anymore. What I don't get really is why she's holding onto threads of a very broken relationship, especially with someone that doesn't love her.

Why can't she move on, like most normal people do.

"It's not your fault, Christian. It's Samantha's and her freaking Fatal Attraction psycho ass." Ana huffs.

That's putting it mildly.

I walk over to her and gather her in my arms. "I just want her gone Christian!" She says and rest her head in my chest. "She put our intimate lives out there for everyone to see. How come nobody can see she's not crazy?"

I run my hand up her back and rest on my cheek on top of her head. "I don't know. I wish I knew. Do you agree with waiting till London to come out?"

"Do we really have any choice?" She asks, pulling from my hold.

"We do."

"What do you think?" She asks.

"I'm not sure. There's a big part of me that wants to put her on blast with how crazy she looks and share our side, before people speculate things that aren't the truth."

"That's going to happen anyways, Grey"

"I know, but I think we should wait a day or two to let the fire settle a little bit. I don't want to ruin your premiere either. I think we should trust Alec and Marla to handle it"

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Yes. What's another couple of days, right?" She shrugs her shoulders, and I don't believe what she's telling me.

"Do you actually mean that?"

"I don't know, Christian. Like I said, I've just had enough of this shit for a lifetime. But what's another day or two at this rate. If you think we should wait, then I'm going to trust your judgement." She says before slipping out of her sweatpants and into a pair of jeans.

"Do you?"

"Christian, it's fine. I really need to get going though." She takes off her shirt and I want nothing more to go grab her and hold her against me. So, I do.

I grab her again and pull her in my arms, I'm thankful when she doesn't hesitate and put her arms around me.

"I think when we come out, we should show just how much we love each other. A gesture to prove that we were always meant to be."

Ana left over an hour ago and I just got off the phone with Taylor. He was able to find that Ana's phone was indeed hacked. However, his friend is having a hard time finding the source.

Like it's a no brainer that Sam is behind it, but who the hell is helping her.

I'm padding around the apartment trying to figure out my next move. How in the world do we prove Sam is lying? As far as the public is concerned we appeared to be together last month at the Victoria's Secret show. So, if I just go and say it was all a publicity stunt I come out looking like I'm coming up with an excuse, and I think still come out looking like an asshole, considering that everyone believes she was pregnant with my baby.

I called Jerry, my PR agent, and he's digging around to see if he can find anything. Not to mention trying to connect her to the stolen images and hack on Ana's phone. I mean it has to be obvious since she showed half the world some of those pictures. I have a feeling that Sam would just lie to where she abstained the pictures, like she did in her video.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I question the name flashing on my caller ID.

"Mr. Jones?" I answer.

Why in the hell is he calling me?

"Christian? I need to talk to you. I saw the blog my daughter put out. I'm guessing she didn't tell you about her little scam?" he says and I can hear the disdain in his voice.

"What scam?"

"The reason we left that day Christian, was because we found out she was never pregnant. And the attempt to kill herself was false."

What the ever loving fuck.

"She hired that Dr. Thompson person, for her own sick game. She mentioned wanting you back and that you were with someone else. She kept going on and on how it was the only way to get you back. We told her that she needed to tell you, right away. Just we were so upset that she would do something like she did just to get you back. I'm sorry. We should have told you. But we were so ashamed and I was so mad I couldn't see straight. We hoped that she would confess everything she was doing. I told her there was no way we would support her till she came clean to you. She was hysterical when she was telling us and she swore she would. We believed her, thinking it needed to come from her. Then we saw the blog."

"She faked the whole thing? "I say still blown away by what was just said to me.

Everything that happened this last month was a crazy lie. That guilt and pain I had over a lost baby in fact never existed.

I'm so mad right now, I feel like I'm turning green and will become the Hulk at any second.

"Yes, the so-called doctor was some friend of hers. He's an actual doctor, but I have already started the process of him losing his medical license."

"That explains alot. Especially, the reason they didn't hold her after her suicide attempt. I thought she just paid them off or gave them some sob story." my left hand grabs my hair and I pull so hard I feel like I'll just pull out every last strand.

"I should've told you sooner Christian. I just held on to hope that Sam would do the right thing. We raised her better than this." He states firmly, clearing mad at himself.

"This isn't your fault. However, she has caused a big hell storm. Not to mention hacked into my girlfriends cell…"I inform him.

"What the hell is wrong that girl." he sneers. "Listen, me and June will be contacting the media to help set this straight. Whatever you need us to do, we will help."

Ana pov

Marla and I arrive at the Chinese theater for the premiere. I was really hoping that Christian would be with me tonight. I understand with everything going on, it's just not the right moment. I need to focus on this movie and not my private life.

Even though I'm ready just to shout it out from the rooftops. I still think I'm in shock by Samantha's words. Does she really believe everything she was saying or is this her act of revenge because she didn't get the guy?

"So, where's the boyfriend?" Chris Pine asks me as we wait to go walk the red carpet.

"I guess you heard the latest gossip?" I look at him and raise an eyebrow.

Chris and I became good friends on the set of Premium. He was very easy to work with and turned out to be a good friend. Him and Christian met a couple of times when we would hang out in LA. First Christian was jealous of him, but he got over it.

Thankfully!

Maybe it was because I threatened to kick his ass if he brought it up again. If I had to deal with him and Samantha then he could deal with me being friends with Chris. It wasn't like we ever hung out alone. We weren't even love interest on screen. We played bad-ass secret agents.

However, Mr. Pine knew nothing of Christian's and my relationship. We were somewhat good at hiding our dirty little secret. God knows it made the sex hotter.

But I guess now everyone knows. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that she aired her dirty laundry for everyone to hear. Then posting half naked pictures from my phone on line.

"Everyone has heard the gossip." he chuckles. "It's been kind of hard to miss."

"He's at home. Nobody thought it would be a good idea for us to come together tonight. The studio is already up in arms about it." I roll my eyes

"They'll get over it. I always thought Samantha Jones was a little nutty. I only met her once and I could tell a couple of her screws were lose."

A couple? There's none left at this point keeping her together.

I giggle, "You don't have to tell me. We're hoping to come out by the time we get to London."

"I knew something had to be going on. That one night at the club you kept sharing goo goo eyes at each other." He laughs and imitates me making these said goo-goo eyes.

"Oh, shut up." I smack him in the chest. "We did not!" I try to defend myself, but I know it's true. Christian is very easy on the eyes, and I can't help but look at him.

"Kind of like that." he points to my face, smirking. "Plus, when we danced and I thought his head was going to explode, and we weren't even touching."

"Yeah, yeah." I brush him off. So, maybe we didn't hide it so well.

"Well, as long as you're happy lady." He smiles genuinely at me.

"I am."

I truly am. Next week everything will be fine.

"It's time." Someone tells us and Chris puts his hand on my back as we take to the red carpet.

The crowd is going wild, people are yelling at Chris and I at all directions, the cameras are clicking away. I'm almost blinded by the lights. We first pose for pictures together, then separate to do solo shots. Chris is on the left I'm on the right.

Marla is close by and I notice she's typing frantically on her phone. She looks up at me her lips in a straight line. I look at her questionably and she shakes her head at me and nods her head to the side.

I notice the crowd going crazy, the cameras are clicking faster, and I turn my head to where Marla was pointing.

It's Christian. He's walking briskly at me, with a large smile on his face.

The thoughts are racing through my mind a million miles an hour, but I can't even begin to organize them before Christian wraps his arms around me and his lips are pressed to mine.

My body instantly reacts to his and my hands push through his hair. Our tongues tangle together, as I totally forget the large audience in front of us.

I vaguely hear Marla next to me, telling us to stop, but we ignore her protest, as were totally lost in each other. I don't want this moment to end.

We both somehow find the power to break away. Both of us panting heavily, as we stare at each other. Once we come back to reality, Christian and I turn to the hysterical mob in front of us. Both of us smiling, squinting as the flashes; that light up the red carpet. I'm sure my face is bright red from the heat of our exchange.

Christian then bends his head to mine to whisper in my ear. "Sorry, I'm late, baby."

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Google Alert:

Samantha Jones parents; Dave and June, have released a statement to all media about the false allegations to Samantha's live blog the other night. They are saying that Samantha Jones had in fact made up the whole pregnancy in order to lure ex boyfriend, Christian Grey back. The couple was known for their on and off again relationship over the span of three years. However, it has been said from Grey's camp that it was part of a publicity stunt to help draw attention to his name in the upcoming movie "Watching You." Mr. And Mrs. Jones also confirm these statements. However, Christian Grey has also confirmed his relationship with his co star Anastasia Steele. Stating the relationship started weeks after filming and because of clauses in their contracts were unable to out the relationship till after the movie's release. Samantha Jones is also connected with hacking into Anastasia Steele's phone and putting private pictures online. They have since been pulled. There has been no word from Miss Jones camp. But it does have us wondering why Samantha would go live and share such private woes with the world? Payback? Revenge? But in the end, only to have karma bite her in the butt and reveal her lies. Now the world knows she was playing one sick game to trap one Christian Grey.

Google Alert:

Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele share steamy kiss on the red carpet of Steele's latest movie Premium, which also co stars Chris Pine, in the upcoming mega hit of the summer.

The couple seemed lost in their own world as they kissed in front of hundreds of eyes and cameras.

They were interviewed with GMA who was on the red carpet saying that they were indeed in a relationship. That all Samantha Jones comments were false and there would be statements behind their words coming in a day's time.

They also stated that it didn't really matter what anyone else believed, they knew the truth, that they loved each other, and it wall all that mattered at the end of the day.

From the way these two were holding each other and looking at each other you could tell they were hopelessly in love with each other. It's has me asking Samantha who?

Because these two are hot hot hot!

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I throw my phone across the room and watch it break into a million pieces. I've never been angrier in my life. How in the hell did this back fire so bad? I had it planned almost perfectly. I didn't think my own parents would turn their backs on me and rat me out to the public.

Christian was supposed to leave that little harlot and come back to me. If only I went to New York with him. I should've followed him, but I thought my blog would help that final nail in the coffin. But all I did was make them closer.

All I know right now those two are going to pay!

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A/N: So now it's really out there…. Now what?

Thanks to Q Bee for all her help and letting me talk the story out with her:)

The phone hacking thing: I don't know if anyone remembers in 2005 when Paris Hilton's phone was hacked and all her contacts and pictures, etc. were made live on the internet. That's where the idea came from…