Thanks again for the reviews :-) I loved them! I saw a few questions, so I hope this answers them:

A schedule; starting next week I will post every Wednesday night and IF I can manage it, there will be a second post on Sunday night. So, unless there are volunteers to take care of my husband, children and household (not necessarily in that order) than I'm willing to rethink this schedule otherwise, one post a week is a promise, the second is a maybe.

The pace of this story; People don't change overnight and it will take a long time before they will be able to push their insecurities and fears aside and move forward. I know that and I want it to be realistic. If I would write it all out, it will be boring to read and I'm writhing from the perspective how I like to read my books so, to keep it going I will skip days or weeks in the story and use summarises or flashbacks to cover it just like I did with last chapters. I only want to focus on what I find important or what I want mentioned for the plot.

So, I hope that covers it, if it doesn't; let me know.

As the title states, this is part one of the chapter. I know I post long chapters but this one was too damn long so I needed to cut it. I will do my best to get part two up as quickly as I can.

And just so it's clear and before someone goes nuclair on me; I'm a HEA kind of girl ;)


7 Anywhere but here (part one)

Christian POV

After one week of rest I'm finally back at the office. Last week was nice but also terrible boring. I felt like the walls were closing in on me but I couldn't blame Ana to force me to stay home. She was right about the bruises on my face being horrible and they were severe enough to give me headaches. Lucky for me they are pretty much gone because I wouldn't be able to survive a second week at home.

I enter the lobby on my floor and am greeted by a smiling Marsha.

"Good morning Marsha."

"Good morning Mister Grey. It's good to have you back." She tells me.

"Thank you Marsha and you're right; it's good to be back." I say smiling back at her

"It's been a busy week and Mark's not in right now. He has a meeting on the other side of town. Why don't you settle in your office and let me know when you're done so we can sit down and get through your schedule for this week?" She asks me and her smile grows bigger. Why?

"Yes, that's ok." I state and walk to my office. That was weird.

As soon as I enter my office I close the door behind me and walk straight to my desk. I don't pay any notice to my surroundings and when I'm done with fishing the files and my phone from my bag I drop it on the floor, throw everything on my desk and fire up the computer. I sit down in my chair and look out of the window and start to think back to last week and that surprise visit from Ana.

God, thinking about Ana in my home and the way I behaved towards her are still making me angry at myself. I acted like a complete idiot in front of her. Even though she was really nice I'm pretty sure that she wanted to be anywhere else as long as it was not in my home and not with me. That's another reason why I needed to get out of my house; I couldn't stop thinking about her visit. No, if I'm honest I just couldn't stop thinking about her altogether.

She has been a constant factor on my mind and if it doesn't stop soon I know it will only be a matter of time before I go completely crazy. My mind is constantly going back and forth between her caring for me and her hating me, thinking I'm the biggest lunatic walking around.

For the last week I have tried to analyse every interaction we had so far but I can't come up with any kind of excuses for my reactions. She has been nothing but patient and kind and all I seem to do in return is to act stupid and become dumb. It's not like I don't know how to communicate with women in general but there's something about her that throws me of my game.

I also blame the fact that I wasn't expecting her standing in front of my door. I mean, I know I was wrong when I realised that I did not only forgot to call in sick but that I also failed to answer my phone but how was I supposed to know that she would stand in front of my door? Why would she even bother? And that is also when I made my first mistake. I opened the door with a baseball bat like I wanted to strike her. I still remember her shocked face with big blue eyes looking up at me. When I realised it was her, all I could think about was that I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

And then, when I started to relax and thinking that things couldn't go worse, I ended up sexually assaulting her. I still can't believe I did that. Well, it wasn't entirely my fault; Kitty Cat had part of the blame. Did she?

After Ana left I wasn't sure if I should've been grateful or angry towards that stupid cat. Yes, she nearly got me fired but on the other hand, I did get a good feel of her right breast.

I smirk, yes it was very nice. It fitted perfectly in my hand.

I shake my head. I really need to stop having those thoughts. I look if my computer is done yet and I see something from the corner of my eyes that isn't right. I look up to my sitting area and my eyes stay stuck on the wall behind it. Above the couch is a massive painting from the same artist that hangs everywhere in the lobby on this floor and the lobby from Ana's floor. How did that happen? Who did that?

It's beautiful and the magnitude of it combined with all it colours makes it an eye catcher. Wow. That must have cost a fortune. Is it for me? Maybe somebody made a mistake by hanging it in my office. I probably should talk to Marsha about that. Maybe she knows where it should have been.

Or should I wait? I do like it a lot and if I could, I would keep it. No, that's wrong, it's not mine. Maybe I should wait a day before I tell her about the painting. Would it be bad if I kept it one day extra before turning it in?

No, I have to tell her because I could get fired for something like that, right?

Just when I decided to call Marsha in I notice that there is more new in my office then that painting. Next to my bathroom door hangs my beach poster. No wait, that's wrong. That can't be my poster. This one looks new. I get up from my chair and walk over to have a better look at it.

It looks exactly like the one I had but this one doesn't have cracks in it. This one is completely new and framed in a beautiful antique frame with glass to cover it. What?

While I'm still trying to progress this I hear a knock on my door and before I truly think about it I answer.

"Come in."

Marsha walks in with a big smile on her face.

"You like it?" she asks cheerfully.

"Yes, but…" I stop talking. I'm at a loss for words here and I turn back to the painting. She knew?

She starts to laugh and when I turn to her she's pointing at the painting.

"Courtesy of Miss Steele, she thought your office was too sterile and I told her that you really liked the paintings in the lobby. So you have your own to look at all day. And that beach poster on that wall." She turns and points to it. "Well, she saw that one herself and figured that it probably represented something big for you. If something is that important you should be able to watch it whenever you want and a new one that's framed would do well in your office." She tells me.

She did what? She got me these for my office? Why?

Marsha must have mistaken my shocked look for something else because she continues her explanation.

"Don't worry, the one you already had is also framed and on the other side of it. Miss Steele would never throw away someone's personal items and in that way you will still have it here, it just won't be visible in that state and you have your new poster to look at." She states.

I start to laugh. I got my own painting and a framed beach poster. How did she do this? Where did she find that poster? I'm not even sure how I got it. No wait, wasn't it a present from Damian when I turned 25? Or was it 26?

"Wow, I'm speechless." I tell her honestly. How do you react when you get something like this? When you find an expensive piece of artwork and a priceless dream hanging in your office?

I turn to Marsha and say "Thank you."

She starts to laugh again.

"No Mister Grey, this wasn't me. You should thank Miss Steele for it." She tells me.

I look back at the beach in the frame. It's beautiful. My dream poster has been given a beautiful frame. Now all I need to do is to frame my dreams and to make them come true.

I hear the door behind me and when I turn around I see that Marsha has left. I turn back to the poster again and my mind starts to drift. Why did she do this for me? I don't have an answer but I do know it's confusing the hell out of me. On one hand I like to think that she cares for me. That she sees me for me and the smallest part of me hopes that it means that her interest in me goes further than working for her. That she wants me; Christian Grey.

I know that's not the case. She's a beautiful successful woman and I know for a fact that she can get every man she wants. I see man throwing cheap lines at her as soon as they have the change and I also saw a lot of forums on the internet about men and women talking about her and wanting to be with her. I can't blame them because if I'm honest with myself I would admit that I'm one of those suckers. But I can't be honest here because she's my boss.

But it still doesn't explain something like this, arranging this poster for me. If anything, it is making things worse for me. When she pretends to care for me or shows any kind of interest in my personal life my mind takes over to fantasyland and I'm gone. I used to look at that beach and dream about me being there but right now, all I see is me there with her. My arms wrapped around her and watching the sun go down. Her laughing and joking at me but mostly it's about that she would love me.

It's stupid and I curse myself for it. I'm nothing special and if you would describe me with one word, I think a failure will do it. Why would she ever take interest in someone like that? Why would she love me? I'm not capable of love and if I learned anything in my life, I don't deserve it to receive love either.

And if that wasn't the case than my behaviour around her will definitely have killed any possibility for any kind of feeling from her side. I have acted completely brainless around her and every time I start to get my act together, something happens and throws all my mustered confidence out of the window.

My mind wanders back to her visit from last week. I still don't understand why she came by my house but seeing her one my couch with Kitty Cat shocked the hell out of me. She looked really relaxed and happy in that moment that I saw when I walked out from the kitchen. I liked it a lot and I had some nice dreams during my sleep about her spending the night at my place. Or visions about her coming over to have us watching a movie together while she snuggled against me on the couch.

I smirk. Snuggling against me? I'm pretty sure Kitty Cat would throw a huge tantrum and would take matters in own hands to get her attention. That damn cat sure gets her way and if she wouldn't, she will definitely kill me this time.

I also thought a lot about the conversation we had. No, she talked; I was too stupefied and embarrassed to say anything. She did tell me something about herself. It surprised me a lot to find out that she used to be overweight and was homeless for some time. I felt really bad for her and had trouble to believe it. It sure was the unexpected again.

I sigh. Yes, she is full of surprises but me; I'm not one of them. Maybe I should just get laid. Maybe Damian's right about me getting laid. Maybe if I would be getting a one night stand or something like that it would fix this all. Since meeting Ana I'm a walking bomb of testosterone and feeling like a horny teenager and if I would take care of that than maybe I can forget about her and act normal with her.

I could move on.

No, who am I kidding here. It wouldn't help me at all because the day after would just be another day of working with her. It would be another day of me being confronted by her and her damn thoughtfulness. Fuck, I'm truly screwed here and there is no escaping. I just need to find a way to get past it, a way to get over her and move on.

I look back up at the painting and sigh.

And now I need to talk to her to say thank you for it and if the past is any indication; it means I'm going to make an ass of myself.

I look at the clock and looking at the time I realize that I should get moving and start working. I will go to her on a later time but for now, I will just start with working and give myself some time to figure out how I'm going to do this. How not to make a fool of myself.


Looking at the current numbers from this company I know something is wrong. It just doesn't make sense why a company with a profit this high would sell it. Why would someone be happy with one golden egg if it means that you have to give up on the chicken that lays them for you? I know I wouldn't and with the greed that is within most peoples nature it means that there is something wrong, I just need to find it. Maybe I should dig deeper in the background from the current owner and the board of the company. I should ask Mark about it when he gets back. He will know how to approach this.

I lean back in my chair and keep staring at the numbers in front of me. Why can't I find it? Have they altered the numbers? No, that's impossible because then you need to have more people in on it and more people having knowledge of it means that it's only a matter of time before someone rats you out and start talking.

And that still wouldn't make any sense because it wouldn't change the buyout and with the economy of today and the government looking for money everywhere the IRS is on top of everything trying to find their own golden eggs. If they find one questionable number or activity in your company, you might as well close up and leave the country before you're running dry and there isn't a respectable company that would be interested in buying you out. So, what is wrong here? What am I missing?

I sigh and give up for now. I can't work this out with the numbers alone. I need to find a way to get more information. Maybe the fact that I'm distracted by my own fucking mind explains it.

I found myself staring at the clock several times already. I keep thinking about Ana and facing her to thank her. I still haven't come up with anything right to say to her. Walking up to her office means that I have to say more than thank you but waiting for the next meeting might seem unthankful.

Maybe I should go to Wal-Mart and see if they sell brains and balls to. With the rate I'm going I sure could use a new pair. What is wrong with me? Why do I have so much trouble with this? She's just a woman and nothing more.

And now I definitely know that I'm lying to myself. She's not like any other woman and that's where I get in trouble.

I'm taken from my thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Come in." I state

The door opens and Mark walks in.

"Hi, glad you're doing better." He smirks at me.

Mark has stopped by my place several times this week to bring me my work and talk things through. He also brought me a new laptop to work from because the one I had was ready to die. It's a beautiful Lenovo ThinkPad and it even has a touch screen. If Ana isn't making me speechless then she always has Mark to cover for her.

"Yes, I'm glad to." I tell him smiling.

"So, you've seen your new office interior and judging by your face I think you're really happy with it."

"Yes, the painting is beautiful and I really love that frame."

"Good, I hope you have a strong heart because I have another something for you." He tells me and I frown.

He has something for me? What? I already got more than my contract stated, didn't I?

"Here, catch!" And he throws something my way.

I'm just in time to catch it before it hits my head and when I look at what it is my mouth falls open.

"What?" I barely manage to say.

"Your company car. I hope you like it." He says laughing. "Wow Grey, you sure are fun to give presents too. That face of yours is definitely a Kodak moment."

"I have my own company car?" I ask in disbelieve.

"Yes, you don't have a car right now, right? We want you to be able to get to every appointment yourself and to make sure you're always on time. Therefore; your own car. It's in the contract that you would get one it's just a little earlier." He shrugs.

"Oh…"

"You want to see it?" he asks enthusiastically.

"Yes please!" I almost yell at him and immediately I stand up to go.

He starts to laugh and opens the door for me to pass. We take the elevator to the garage and within seconds I stand in front of my own car. It's a beautiful Audi RS4 in the colour grey and it has tinted windows and is brand new.

Damn, I want to ride it!

"Relax Christian. You will ride it. I'm sorry to disappoint you but you won't ride it right away. I wanted to wait with this news and tell you after work but I got a little too much excited and carried away. So…" he tells me apologetic while pointing at the car.

"Oh, before I forget to tell you, this is your parking space. There's a name tag on the front of it. So, when you arrive here tomorrow, make sure you park here. You wouldn't want that car towed away on the first day you arrive in it." He smirks

I laugh about that because with the downfall of stupidity coming over me lately, it wouldn't surprise me anymore.

"And, to rain some more on your parade, Ana drives a brand new Audi RS8 convertible. There is always someone trying to make a bigger statement huh?" he tells me between his laughter while shaking his head.

She drives a car like that? Is that save?

"I thought she had a Bentley?" I ask Mark.

"She does but she only uses that one when she's chauffeured."

Before I can think more about it, Mark clears his throat and while he's giving a longing look at the car says; "Well, let's get back upstairs and pretend to work before we both get fired." He says and turns to wink at me.

I smirk. "Yes, let's do that because if I get fired it will mean I lost that car before I could drive it. And to be clear, if that happens I will spend every waking moment to plotting my revenge on you for that." I laugh at him.

We get back to my office and I grab the files we need to talk about. He's here now so I might as well use it.


After a few hours we are finally done and made a plan of action. We are going to look further in the financial records from the current owner and we are going to do the same for every member of the board. Hopefully we can find something there that can explain it and if we can't find anything there we are going to look further into their husbands, wives, children or other family member's finances.

It seemed to go very far to me to do something like that but Mark explained that when someone wants to cover for fraud they mostly intend to use their partners or family for it because they know that their own records are the first ones to be checked. He also told me that he was surprised to find the number so high because he already met the owner several times and he seemed very eager to sell. He said that I might be on to something here and that he wanted to stay in the loop.

When he left my office I felt like cheering and clapping for myself. I did something good and Mark complimented me several times. That sure felt good, really good. Yeah, my ego got a boost from it.

I send the last mails over to the names that Mark gave me and make the necessary scan's to attach them for the different departments so they have all the information they need for these checks. After I'm done I sit back and stare blankly at the screen. And now I have to wait.

Damn, I hate waiting but Mark explained that these investigations can take up days if not more. If you are going to do this, than it has to be done right and within the confident of the law. He doesn't want to use illegal ways to obtain any information because if we do find something wrong we have an obligation to hand it to the IRS or the Fed's.

I honestly hadn't thought about that but Mark told me that it wouldn't mean we would lose the company. We could still take over but it will take some more time than we wanted it to be but by the time we would be the new owner, everything would be cleared out and clean, at least book wise it would be and it also would cost less than the asking price is right now.

The normal procedure is that if it comes that far, I would be taken of this case and would have to hand everything over to Ana. She would be the primary spokesperson for the authorities and would arrange everything with them. It can vary from ending with the entire company but paying the debts or fines for their wrongdoings so the company can still exist and move on, but it could also be that she will only buy a small piece, like their patents, staff or their client base and start somewhere new with it. It all depends on the value and prospects.

If it is too much hassle she will drop it completely, take her losses and move to a new project. Most likely the same and be their biggest concurrent in the market meaning that the company will bleed out and she will still end with what she wanted in the first place. I don't want to be on her bad side.

When I was getting in trouble with processing everything that he was telling me and the information overload was pouring from my veins he stopped and told me that we were getting ahead of ourselves and that we would talk further after the first results from the investigation returned.

He also gave me the perfect reason to go to Ana's office and talk to her to say thank you. He told me that I needed to talk everything through with Ana about my findings concerning this take over and how we're going to proceed with it. I need to show her copies of the emails and the files we have so far and if she finds it necessary, she will take over immediate.

I couldn't hide my disappointment over that because I really want to be a part of this and finish what I started. Mark saw it and assured me that it was unlikely for Ana to take it over already and that she would probably wait until the reports came back and showed inconsistencies or fault in it. He also assured me that if she did take over, he would talk with her so I could work with her on this although he already assumed that would be the case because I already know most of it so she probable wants my help anyway.

Wow. I can't believe that in my third week here I can already see something going down like this. I mean, maybe I'm wrong but Mark knows what he's doing and he agreed with me.

And that also means I will be working close to her. Damn, I don't know how I will survive that. I need to find a way to do it. Maybe I need to search on the internet for tips and tricks for it. The first thing that comes to my mind is meditation. It's supposed to help you relax and all that shit right?

I snort; yeah sitting cross legged in the middle of the conference room doing breathing exercise surely won't make her think strange of me.

I have a big pile of files and copies and all I need to do is to pick it up and go to Ana's office. God, why is this so difficult? I decide that I need a minute to collect myself and keep the nerves under control. Distraction! That's the way to go. I grab my phone and decide to send Damian a text about my current job.

"How's France? Guess who's having the better job? C"

"Me, because my tan never looked as good as now how's life? Xoxo D"

And I know what he means. This question exists out of three words but is loaded with so much more. I wonder if he knows about my stupidity from last week. I think he does but he didn't say anything about it when I talked on the phone with him a few days ago. I decide to go with simple.

"Good and quiet. Got a sweet ride now, will send a picture later today. C"

"Yes, make me jealous you know I love that. Who's sitting in the passenger seat? I have a nice six-pack next to me, xoxo D"

"Didn't take you for a beer drinking guy. And you already know that answer."

"Yes, I know and if you had some yourself you would now that I wasn't talking beer. The only pussy you're getting is Kitty Cat. Shame, didn't took you for a fur lover. You should try them waxed, way better and less hair between your teeth."

"Bastard!"

"Yep, that's me. Give her my love. Got to go. Speak soon! Xoxo D"

I smile but it's bittersweet. Will I ever get used to not having him around? I like to think that it will get better but so far it isn't. It was nice to have somebody to talk to even when he chewed my ass over it.

I sigh. It will get better, I just need time. I will get there, right?

I look at the clock and realize that I can't stall it any longer. I need to go up there and face Ana. I grab the files, take a deep breath and go to the elevator. Marsha is smiling at me when I pass her but right now I'm too nervous to response to it. Or is it excitement? Honestly, my head is all over the place so I wouldn't know. Maybe it won't be so bad. I was able to talk to Mark about it and say a normal thank you to Marsha, why not to Ana?

I get out of the elevator on the top floor and walk over to Carly.

"Mister Grey." She nods at me.

"Hi Carly, is Miss Steele free right now? I have some files that I want to discuss with her." I explain

"I'm sorry Mister Grey, but she's in a meeting right now. Can I give her the files or take a message?"

And all my mustered confidence I had to do this leaves my body and disappointment takes over. I had it all worked out in my head and this hitch in my plan has destroyed it. Now I have to start over and I'm not sure if I can. Damn! Why didn't I call first?

Carly is looking expectantly at me and I realize I have to come up with something.

"Uhm, no that's fine. I will come back another time. When is she free?" I ask

"I'm not sure. This meeting wasn't planned so I don't know how long it will take. If you want you can wait for her." She tells me.

"No, I will come back later." I tell her defeated and walk back to the elevator.

While I'm waiting for the car to arrive I hear her office door open and being slammed to close. I turn around to see what's happening and find myself face to face with none other than Carrick Grey.

Damn, I really need to get away. I turn back around and start to push the call button a couple more times. Like that will make it go any faster. Please give me some luck here!

But no, luck is not on my side and from the corner of my eye I see my father taking a stand next to me.

"Christian."

"Yes." I reply without looking up.

"So, you're still around. I didn't think that would happen." He snaps at me

"Well, apparently I'm good at the job I have here and they are happy with me." I snap back. He is not going to rain on my parade.

"I see. Keep thinking that if it makes you sleep at night."

"You know I don't sleep at night and I know I'm doing well here, it's a fact not a make believe."

The elevator arrives and I almost jump in and damn it, I have to share it with him. As soon as the doors close he starts to laugh.

"What!" I snap

"You keep believing that." He says between laughter.

"Why do you think I was here?" he asks amused.

Why is he here? Why did he have a meeting with Ana? What was there to discuss?

"Oh, I see the wheels spinning in your head. Well, let's just say I gave her some facts. You see, Ana and I go way back and have a common understanding when it comes to business. She thought by hiring you she could get back at me over a business deal going sour and making things personal. We may not be in a good place but that doesn't mean you're not my son, so I had a talk with her about the way she's using you and how futile it is. Sure you can understand that or did you think you were hired for different reasons?" he asks.

The blood drains from my face. He told her? He told her about my past? And what did he say about using me? She's using me? I feel the elevator closing in on me and when it reaches my floor I waste no time in getting out and almost running to my office. I hear my father laugh behind me but right now I just don't care. I slam the door behind me and let myself fall on the floor.

She's using me? No, she wouldn't. Would she? I don't know her that well but I didn't think of her to be like that. Is she like that?

I think back to the conversations I had with Mark about the way she handles business and realise that when it comes down to it, she plays hard. She has no problem in destroying a company but that isn't the same as with people, right? I mean, if she is using me than it would mean that she can destroy me along the way. What am I then, collateral damage? Is that all I mean to her?

I'm feeling the walls closing in on me and loosen my tie. Is that why I'm here? So she could get back on my father. Why would she do that? Think Grey, think!

He said something about a business deal going sour. What business deal? My dad is a criminal layer, a defence lawyer; he isn't specialized in anything remotely close to business law but I also know that it doesn't take much for my father to piss somebody off. Did he piss her off? I don't get it, how? Did she broke the law and my father didn't help?

God, this can't be happening. He must have been lying to me. Right? But why would he do that? I can pay him so much more money if I keep this job. Isn't that what he wanted in the first place? His money?

I'm getting nowhere with my thoughts all over the place and look up at my poster.

I frown, if she's using me than why do things like that? Is that all part of a bigger plan here? And how would she get back at my father by letting me work here? Wouldn't I be able to do more damage to her than that it would help her? From this position I can get to all the company information, including the secret ones. Wouldn't it been better to have me working somewhere else, and what good would that do? I don't get it.

I look around my office and I'm getting more and more confused with every second that passes. Is all this a sham, a way to win my trust or something? Wouldn't it have been better to take Elliot or Mia? I don't even have contact with my family so what would she gain from it? Did she seek me out as the weakest link?

Christian Grey, black sheep and failure ready to get manipulated. Is that it? Oh god, I'm getting manipulated by a conceiving bitch and the worst part is that I let her. Did I? Is that what she is doing here?

Well, my dad was there for a reason and since business wouldn't explain it, than what? No, that would mean that they are working together on it. Is that what they are doing? Are she and my dad executing some master plan to make me hit rock bottom. Is Damian than in on it to?

No, he wouldn't do that. He's my friend. But then what?

I try to get the facts straight but I just can't. Nothing seems to make sense and my mind is starting to hurt. I get off the floor and go into my bathroom. I get in front of the mirror and look at myself.

Why did I get this job? I'm working to take over for Mark but I don't have any experience. There are many people in this company who have it all and could take over in no time. Mark wouldn't need to clear out his schedule for them or explain basic stuff. So why me?

I think back to that first meeting that they introduced me. The room felt really hostile and someone even pointed out that hiring me didn't make any sense. How did Ana respond?

That's right; she said that it wasn't up for questioning and that only she needed to know the reasons. Was that her reasoning behind it? My father? Thinking about it, it does make sense. I know I wouldn't hire me so why would she?

I splash cold water over my face and dry it. I walk back into my office and sit behind my desk.

Yes, the more I think about it, the more sense it makes. My dad is behind this! He did this! There just isn't any other explanation for it. I got hired because my dad arranged it and like the fool that I am, I took the job.

I start to feel really hurt. I know it was ridiculous but a smaller part of me felt like she cared for me. That she saw me different from everybody else. That she saw me! And realizing that she's only using me hurts like hell. God no, that can't be true.

I drop my head in my hands and feel like crying. This can't be real. This can't be happening to me. Why is it every time that I start to feel better, something happens and throws me right back to the ground. No, I will not feel sad. That bitch upstairs did this. She's the one using me!

She's like a spider, luring me into her web and as the stupid fly that I am; I'm walking straight in it.

No! I feel rage consuming my body and the more time I take to think this through, the angrier I get. There is no other explanation for it and I will not be used! I will tell her that and quit! I don't want to be here anymore. How dare she!

I get up from my chair, grab the keys from the car and storm out of my office. If she thinks she can play with me she has another thing coming her way; me!

I want answers and I will get them. She has a lot of explaining to do and right now, it will be on my terms! She will not take advantage of me!