A/N: Sorry this late. I will try to get chapters up on a weekly bases. My kids are out of school for the summer so it may take me two or three weeks to finish. Please be patient.

Chapter 7: The Truth Hurts

Finally when the clock on mantle struck five, I put the mean machine down. The double doors opened and Christian came in looking quite tried. I greeted him as he came in hugging him. Inhaling his scent.

"Ana" Christian said in my ear.

We stood there embracing each other. He held me tight up against him. Then a rumbling sound interrupted our moment. We let go of each other wondering whose stomach had rumbled. Realizing it didn't matter we headed for the table. Mrs. Jones had dinner waiting for us at the table. It smelled really good. Roast beef with a mushroom sauce, garlic and herb potatoes and green beans with toasted almonds. Some fresh baked dinner rolls were placed in basket in the center of the table. Mrs. Jones poured each of a glass of red wine.

Christian and I ate our dinner. I had seconds of everything. Including the mushroom sauce. I felt like a princess eating a feast. Perhaps it was good to date a man who had money. Dinning in like this one could get use to. Christian smiled when he saw me fill my plate again.

"Glad to see you eat, Ana." He said.

I smiled with a mouthful of food. Swallowing before speaking. "I guess I'm really hungry tonight."

"I can see that."

"Christian, can I ask you something?"

"Yes." his eyes darkened in reply.

"Why won't you tell me anything about the crash?" I asked taking bite of potato.

"Ana, I told you I don't anything. The investigators are still trying to get the data from the black box. It was badly damaged in the crash."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that it will take awhile to find out what happened." He told me. "Ana, please stop worrying about it. When I know more I'll tell you."

I smiled at him sarcastically. Though I had had feeling he wasn't telling me everything. I knew deep down that he knew something about the crash. Why was he not telling me what he knew? Then his phone rang.

"Grey" He answered. "Hang on." Christian got up from the table and headed for his office.

I followed him. The door was cracked open. I heard Christian yelling at someone on his blackberry. "Did you check the security cameras? ... Find out who was there that day and call me. … No, Welch I want whoever caused this incarcerated call me as soon as you have something." Then he hung up.

I stormed into his office. "I knew it. I knew you hiding something from me."

"Ana, I'm trying to protect you." He said.

"From what?" I scolded him. "Tell me what's going on Christian I deserve to know."

"Your right you do, but not today."

Not today. I asked myself. Furious I stormed out of his office. As I did I heard him call out to me. I couldn't believe it. The nerve of that man acting like he is my father. He wouldn't even tell me about the investigation. Why does he feel the need to protect me? Then it hit me Jack Hyde. Perhaps he had something to do with it. The thought made me shiver. That night I slept alone in Christian's bed. The next morning when I woke up I found him on the couch. He was on his laptop working. I guessed that he had been up all night working.

"Sleep well Ana." He said without looking up from his computer. It was kind of creepy that he knew it was I.

"Yes thank you." I answered. "Christian, have you been up all night?"

"Yes."

"You should get some sleep. I don't like it when you don't sleep. It's not healthy Christian." I told him as I walked behind the couch. I placed my hands on his shoulders then slid my hands down the front of his shirt and kissed him ear.

He grabbed my wrists. "Ana, please not now I'm working."

Removing my hands from his grip I walked over to the breakfast bar and sat down on a stool. A part of me felt rejected he hadn't really touched me since what seemed like forever. All I wanted was for him to talk to me. Tell me what he has found out about the crash. Though I also wanted to feel his lips on mine and to be close to him. Soon after I sat down he joined. Mrs. Jones placed my usual breakfast on the placemat and placed a plate of eggs, toast and bacon on Christian's mat.

"What's wrong Ana?" He asked me noticing I was playing with the granola.

"Nothing" I replied shaking my head then eating my breakfast.

I knew he was eyeing because I could feel his eyes on me. I wasn't mad at him or anything I just wanted him to tell me what was going on and to touch me again. At least kiss me. When I finished eating I got up and went back to his room to get dressed. I put on some jeans and t-shirt then went back into the great room. Christian had started playing on the piano. Looking in my direction as he played.

"Tell me what's Ana." He demanded.

"I'll tell you what's wrong when you tell me what's going on with the investigation."

"Ana I told you I will tell you when I know more about it."

"You lie." I said shifting on the couch to look at him. As I said it hit wrong note and looked at me. His eyebrows close to together.

"You think I'm lying to you." He said.

"I know you are. I know your not telling me something."

"Fine, you what to know the truth." He got up and stomped toward me on the couch. "The truth is Welch from my security team believes that the plane was sabotaged. Ana, that means that someone tried to kill you. If they need did they would taken Taylor with them. I can't bear to lose you. I would die of a heartbreak if anything did."

I didn't know what to say. His eyes started to swell with tears though he was holding back. Hearing about the plane being sabotaged was heart wrenching. My question now was who? I sat back in the couch and sighed.

"Ana, that's not what's really brothering you is it?" He asked me.

"No" I said looking at fingers.

"Tell me." He whispered.

"You haven't touched me since we got back together."

"Is that what's brothering you that I haven't touched you? Remember it was you who said we should take things slow."

Yeah, but the feeling of not being wanted was unbearable. I hugged myself. I almost wanted to cry but I held back the tears.

"Ana, come here." He ordered. I crawled into his lap. He pushed my hair back behind my ears. Looked at me with admiration. He pulled me to meet his lips.

The next morning I woke up feeling a draft. I sat up slightly to realize I was in Christian's bed. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened the night before. He made love to me last night. I smiled hugging my knees. I looked over to my side to see if he was there but of course the answer was no. I crawl over to his side of the bed and smell his pillow. It smelled of Christian.

"Ana, what are you doing?" His voice startled me.

"I was Um…" Embarrassed I swallowed. "Nothing. I was just getting up." I smiled playfully at him.

I knew he was watching me as I entered the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on me. When I finished my shower and headed back into the bedroom, Christian was sitting on the bed reading the newspaper. I quickly ran into the closet to dress. I put on some panties and a bra from the drawer then turn toward the door only to be startled. Christian stood the door watching me.

"You have such a beautiful body, Miss Steele." He said smiling.

"Thank you, Mr. Grey."

"I have to go into the office for a meeting. I thought maybe you could come with me and maybe we would do something together afterwards."

"Umm, sure I love to. Maybe I could start on that novel I promised you."

He chuckled. "Get dressed. I'll wait for you in the great room."

Then he left grabbing a shirt from a hanger. I hurried to get dress putting on some tight black jeans and a skintight tee shirt. This ought to make Mr. Sex on Legs crazy. I thought to myself admiring myself in the mirror. I put my twirled my hair up in a bun, put on some socks and shoes then headed for great room.

I sat in Christian's chair behind his desk waiting for him to come out of his meeting. I entertain myself by spinning around making myself dizzy. When the room stopped spinning I decide to find something else to do. I moved the mouse of Christian's desktop to find a game to play. When the screen came on a email message popped up on the screen. Curious I started to read it.

To: Mr. Grey

Subject: Investigation

Date: June 15, 2011

From: Welch

Mr. Grey,

I found out that the plane was indeed sabotaged. An oil line was found cut in one of the engines. It appears you were right someone was trying to kill Miss Steele. I am tracking down whoever was at the airport before the plane took off and when it was checked for maintenance.

Welch

Head of Security

My heart jumped in my throat after I read the email. Then a voice came from behind me.

"Ana, what are you doing?" I turned to see Christian standing behind him his hands on his hips.

Oh Shit.