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Chapter 7

Kate's apartment was everything that I thought it would be. It was in a beautiful location in the heart of the city. She lived on the second floor in a two bedroom apartment. The apartment wasn't large by any means. You stepped through the front door and entered the living/kitchen area. On the coffee table were all kinds of paper work. The Kitchen had old boxes of Pizza stacked on the bench. There were clothes thrown across the room. Kate had always been messy; I was the one who would clean up after her.

On the back of a wooden stool was a pair of men's boxers "Sorry" Kate quickly grabbed them and threw them into the corner of the room "They're Elliot's. He spent the night here last night. My roommate recently moved out, and so he and I have been taking advantage of the empty apartment"

"Oh…" I would not be sitting on that stool "You two seem really in love"

Kate grins "We are"

She picks up a bra that was thrown over the red couch, then a pair of her own underwear "I would've cleaned up had I known you were going to spend the weekend here. I'll give you a tour" She motions for me to follow her "Down this hall is the bathroom on your left. On your right is the spare room, you can stay in there. Down the hall is my bedroom. That's it"

I nod "It's nice…"

"I know it isn't much, but ever since I have been with Elliot, he is really pushing for me to become independent. He hates that my dad would pay my rent. He said that was a deal breaker. I like being independent. I feel like an adult and not some spoilt brat"

"Good" I smile "I am happy that he is making such a positive change on you"

She nods happily "And you can meet him tonight"

"Is he coming over?"

"No, we are going out!"

Oh god.

"Kate…I don't know…"

She links her arm through mine "C'mon, Steele" She says as she leads me towards the master bedroom "I have a cute dress that is way too small for me, but will look amazing on you. We will go out with a few of my girlfriends. We'll get drunk. You can flirt with a hot guy at the bar. You can get your mojo back, Steele"

"I didn't realize I had any mojo"

"You will after tonight!" She declares. "You are no longer Anastasia Steele, the quiet bookworm who sits in the corner and is awkward all night. You are Ana, the sexy, strong, fierce, independent women, who knows how to have a good time and let loose!"

"That sounds nothing like me" I laugh.

"It will be after tonight. Now, are you with me or not?"

I want to do something fun. I shouldn't sit at home and do nothing; I should go out and be twenty-three. I should go out to the club and chat up a cute guy. I should go get drunk with some girls and dance all night. I should be dancing so much that by tomorrow morning, I won't be able to stand on my feet.

I should have fun.

"Okay, I am with you" Kate cheered with joy at that. "But, first I need to call Jose. I should tell him that I am not going to be home. I don't want him to worry about me"

Kate went into the bedroom to find the dress she wanted me to wear. I stepped out into lounge room. I dodged Kate's underwear that was lying on the floor. I don't think I want to sit on those couches…I instead move to the large square window that looked out to the office building across the street.

I pulled out my phone and took a deep breath before dialling Jose's number. He didn't answer at first. He finally did after a minute "Hey, Ana"

"Hi…" I didn't know how to start this conversation. "Umm…I am going to be in the city this weekend. I was just calling to let you know that I am not going to be home until Monday. I think I need to spend some time away to think about-"

"Are you with Grey?"

That was his first question? Wow, for once, he actually sounded jealous. "No, I am with Katherine Kavanagh. We had coffee today. She offered me a place to stay for the weekend…while I figure out some things"

"What things?"

Did he really need me to explain it? He should know what things I am talking about. He must know how miserable our marriage is. He isn't happy, he is a shell of the man he once was. He no longer has any passion. He no longer smiles, or laughs. He isn't the Jose I knew in college. Neither of us are happy.

"C'mon, Jose, we both know that this marriage isn't working out. Neither of us is happy. We have no passion or spark-"

"We've been together for six years!" He snaps "You name any couple that has been together for that long and still has passion or spark. This isn't some stupid fairy-tale, Ana. This is real life. In real life, passion and spark doesn't exist!"

It does, I know it does. I feel it with Christian, so I know that it exists.

I am not a religious person and nor is Jose. We never abstained from sex because we were waiting until marriage. We abstained because he would never show interest in sex, and I was always too shy to initiate something. There were moments when we would make out and we would try to take that next step. It was always awkward though. Even in the beginning of our relationship, we never had that burning, intense, passion.

We had sex for the first time on our wedding night, and it was a disaster. The night before my mother tried to give me the sex talk, but Kate already beat her to it in freshmen year of college. Hearing the sex talk from my mother was just embarrassing and I couldn't look her in the eye the next day. On our wedding night we stayed in a B&B. It was quaint, and quiet. Both of us had a few drinks at the wedding, so when it came time to having sex…it didn't quite work.

He had performance issues.

It took a few weeks for us to feel comfortable around each other. I tried to do things to make him stay…erect, but they didn't work. Finally one night I gave up, we both got really drunk and went for it. It worked. I lost my virginity. I don't exactly remember it though. Our sex life since hadn't been memorable. We weren't sexual people, we didn't care about sex.

"Jose, I think we need time apart to think about what we want"

"I know what I want, Ana!"

"Fine!" I snap through the phone "I need time to figure out whatI want. Not everything is about you, Jose. I want to go out with Kate and have fun. I want to be twenty-three. My sixty year old father has more of a social life than me!"

"So, this isn't about what you want. This is about you going out. You gave that up when you married me-"

I hang up on him. I don't want to listen to him anymore. He is going to make me feel guilty for going out. He wants me at home so we can have boring sex, and talk about our boring life. I am done. I will be going home on Monday to pick up my things and then…I don't know what I am doing.


Kate pulled at my hair with the straightener. She wasn't gentle about it. Sher pulled, twisted, and tugged my hair in all kinds of directions. Every time I complained, she told me that beauty was pain and I'd have to deal with it. I let Katherine Kavanagh do her magic with my hair and makeup. It felt like we were in college all over again.

As Kate sprays more hairspray in my hair, I reach for my phone. I pick it up and see no new messages from Jose. I don't know what I expect from him. It's not like he is going to apologize for the way he spoke to me. I should stop worrying about him. I put my phone back on the table that was covered with makeup.

"He'll get over it, Ana" Kate tells me. She runs her nude coloured nails through my hair "Remember, this weekend is about you. Don't worry about Jose"

"It's hard not to"

"Once you've had a drink or two, you won't even remember his name" She smiles down to me so I know she is only joking. At least, I think she is joking. "You'll be having so much fun that you will forget all about Jose and his drama"

"So how many people are coming out?"

"I don't know, seven…ten"

"That many!?"

Kate laughs "Relax, Steele. It'll be fun, I promise. I am going to make you the hottest one in the room…well…second hottest next to Elliot. Those Grey boys are sexy"

"They are…but they don't look alike"

"They're adopted" What! "All of them are adopted. How much do you actually know about Christian?"

"Not much" I quietly admit. I glance up at Kate through the mirror. I hoped she had the answer to a question that had been on my mind. "Do you know what happened to their mother Grace? I only know that she died…how did it happen?" Kate shrugs her shoulders. "You don't know?"

"Grace was recovering from surgery. Then one day she just died" Kate could see the confusion on my face "I know it doesn't make sense. Doctors found a tumour in her brain. She had it removed before it spread. Elliot told me that one night she suffered an aneurism in her sleep and…she died"

"You don't sound like you believe that"

"I don't" Kate shakes her head. She begins to pull my now straight hair into a ponytail. "I looked into it, Ana. Elliot's story checks out, but there is something off about it. There is something missing. I don't know what, but something more happened"

"Do you think she was murdered?"

"I don't know" Kate says. She then smiles "I don't want to talk about something as depressing as my boyfriend's mother's possible murder. This is meant to be a fun night, Steele!"

She pulled my hair back in a sleek ponytail and then ushered me into the bathroom to change into the dress and heels that she chose for me. The dress felt way too short. I felt like everything was on display when I wore it. I felt unstable on the stilettos that Kate chose for me. I was lucky that we were the same shoe size.

The dress she chose was a red, V neck, strapless dress. I felt like if I danced too hard, my boobs would fall out of the dress. I felt so exposed. I couldn't deny that the dress did look good. It made my body appear curvier then what it really was.

I stepped out of the bathroom, pulling the short red dress down as I walked. Kate was already in her black halter-top playsuit. She was curling the ends of her strawberry blonde hair. She grinned and whistled out to me "You look hot, Steele"

"I don't look too…slutty"

"No, you look just the right amount of slutty" She turns back to the mirror to finish curling her hair. "Trust me; this night is going to be a memorable one"


For the first time in forever, I felt free.

I was in the sea of sweaty people dancing. I knew I probably looked like a deer on ice when I danced, but I didn't care. After three vodka shots, I was on top of the world and nothing was going to drag my mood down. I sung to the music with Kate and her girlfriends. Her girlfriends were nice girls and after our first drink we were acting as if we had known each other for years. They were dancing with random guys that they found, while Kate and I were sticking together.

The DJ was playing a remix of Thrift Shop by Macklemore. Everyone in the club seemed to know this song and everyone sung it out loudly. As I danced, Kate wrapped an arm around my wrist and pulled me in close to her.

"Hot guy behind you is checking you out" She yelled in my ear.

I quickly looked over my shoulder and I saw 'Hot Guy'. He was attractive and he was staring at me. His lips rose up in a half smile as I stared. He nodded his head in my direction. Oh god, he is coming this way. I quickly turn around and see Kate grinning at me.

I feel his hands wrap around my waist as he danced behind me. He leaned down to my ear "I saw you staring at me. You look…so fucking hot in this dress"

I didn't feel anything but disgust when he tried to compliment me. I could smell alcohol and cigarette on his breath. I don't want to dance with him. I look to Kate for help but she just gives me a thumbs-up. She turns around and continues to dance. What do I do?

"What's your name?"

I freeze "Ahh…"

"You're a frigid little thing, aren't ya'" He moves my waist for me "I like shy girls…the shyer the girl, the freakier she is in bed. I bet you're a real freak in bed. I plan to find out, why don't you come back to my area?"

A head of dark copper hair caught my attention. Christian! Oh no. He was scanning the crowd looking for me, and he found me…in the arms of another man. He pushed past the sea of people as he marched towards me. I could see the fury in his eyes. I tried to wriggle out of 'Hot Guy's' arms and get to Christian before he did something stronger. 'Hot Guy' was strong and he refused to let me go.

"Christian-"

"Get your fucking hands off her"

I had seen Christian Grey mad. I had seen him frustrated. This was the first time that I had seen him…furious. Even in the darkness of the club, I could see his eyes burning with anger. I knew I needed to defuse the situation before things blew out of control.

"What're you going to do about? I am dancing with her. She wants to dance with me. Why don't you run along and hide behind one of your security guards, Grey" He said as he continued to gyrate against me. "I am sure she wants a real man"

I was becoming less and less attracted to 'Hot Guy'. I wanted to get away from him. I wanted to talk to Christian. I wanted to know what the hell he was doing here tonight. How did he even know that I'd be here? Did Kate tell him?

"I won't ask you again, Jack" Christian takes another step forward. He lowered his voice to what sounded like a growl "Let her go"

I continued to struggle in 'Hot Guy's' arms. I knew he wasn't going to let me go, so I stomped my six-inch heel as hard as I could into his boot. I may be small, but I knew I was strong. He yelled out in pain and let me go. "You fucking bitch" He cursed as he held onto his foot.

Christian's hand wrapped around my wrist "C'mon" He growled and began to pull me out of the crowd. People moved out of Christian's way as he stormed through. They could probably feel his anger, I know I could. Was he angry at me? He has no reason to be angry at me. I was only dancing with someone, and last time I checked Christian Grey was not my boyfriend, my husband, or my father.

"I need to talk to Kate" I tell him. I try to pull my arm out of his grip but he isn't letting me go "I am not going to walk off with you. I need to-"

"She is busy, Ana. I need you more than she does right now"

I look over my shoulder to see if I can see her in the crowd. I find her with her arms around Elliot. She is laughing as he kisses her neck and dances with her. His hands were on her behind pulling her in closer to him. I wondered for a moment whether what they had was really love, or was it just lust?

Christian pulled me dark a down hallway. The hallway was narrow with purple LED lights lining the roof giving the room a purple glow to it. The neon lights made me feel sick when I looked at them. I definitely had too much Vodka tonight. A group of drunken girls were struggling to make it into the bathroom at the end of the hall. They were leaning against the walls for support; their short dresses were beginning to roll around their hips. I noticed the short dark hair on one of them. She looked familiar.

Was that Mia?

She stepped into the bathroom with her friends before I had a chance to say anything. Christian turned to me and in a heartbeat had me pinned to the wall. He held my wrist tightly against the thumping wall. He stared into my blue eyes. I no longer saw the anger and wild jealousy. I saw that intense, animalistic desire that always made my heart beat faster. He looked at me and without words, I knew what he wanted. I could feel what he wanted to do to my body.

"Anastasia" He growls. His free hand moves to cup my face. "Do you have any idea how crazy you make me? I was so…jealous when I saw you with him. I don't like sharing, Anastasia. I refuse to share you with anyone"

Was it wrong of me to be turned on by angry, jealous Christian?

My three shots of Vodka had made me brazen. I knew what I wanted, and that was him. I had no doubt in my mind that I wanted him. I wanted him with every fibre of my body. I didn't hesitate. I reached up and kissed him hard…maybe too hard…

He let go off my wrist and wrapped his hands around my waist. He pulled me into him as tightly as he could. I could feel his whole body pressed against mine, holding me against the wall. Our first kiss had been passionate, and sensual….this was purely animalistic. We wanted each other. I didn't care if we were in a dirty hallway, I wanted him right here, right now.

I wanted to take the lead with him; I wanted to show him what I wanted, so I bit down on his lower lip, hard. I heard him groan out in appreciation. "Anastasia…"

"Take me" I tell him. I press my body against his and stare up into his gorgeous grey eyes "I need you, Christian"

He started to kiss my neck. There was a spot on my neck, just below my ear that was always sensitive. I couldn't stop the moan that came from my lips when he kissed me there. His hands moved down to my thighs. His fingers on my bare skin made me shiver. He moved my dress up, his fingers brushed against my panties, making me gasp.

"Tell me to stop" He whispers in my ear. His fingers continued to brush against me. I bit hard onto my lip to stop myself from making a noise. He ran his nose along my neck before he whispered "What do you want me to do, Anastasia. Tell me what you want…"His fingers pushed my panties aside. His body covered mine as his fingers began to caress me "Is this what you want? Do you want me to continue, Anastasia? Tell me what you want"

"You. I just want you"

I gasped loudly as his fingers moved inside me. He covered my lips with his to stop me from making too much sound. As his fingers slowly pleasured me, his thumb moved to my clit and began to rub me. I was so grateful that his body was covering mine. I'd be mortified if anyone caught us right now. As dangerous as this was, I didn't want him to stop.

This was the single most erotic moment of my life.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful" He growled as he looked down to me "You're so wet…" My head rolled back against the wall as he continued to pleasure me. My fingers wrapped around his arm and my nails dug into his firm bicep. "Look at me, Anastasia"

I did as he said. I looked up at him and stared into his gorgeous grey eyes. I could feel my body tensing. It was a strange feeling. I could feel my body building, and building. "Don't stop" I whisper to him. My body was reaching its peak. It felt so good "Oh my god…"

"That's it, Baby" He held me as I experienced what I think is my first orgasm. My body shook and I moaned out. Christian kissed me hard and didn't stop pleasuring me with his fingers. The sensation was over-whelming. It made me feel weak; it also made me feel like I was on cloud nine. I didn't want it to stop.

I wrapped my hands in his hair and pulled him in closer to me. I moved my hands down from his hair to the waistband of his jeans. I want him right here. I don't care if we're in a nightclub. I don't care where we are, I just want him.

"Fuck me" I whisper to him.

"I…" He swallows hard.

I manage to undo the button of his jeans "I want you, Christian. I want to be with you" I thought that was what he wanted. I told him to fuck me. Why was he hesitating? "Don't you want me?"

"I do. I want you so fucking badly" He removed my hands from his jeans He stepped away from me "I am not going to fuck you in a dirty nightclub. You deserve better than that"

He holds his hand out to me "What do you want to do, Anastasia?"

Without a moment of hesitation, I took his hand in mine.


This chapter was surprisingly hard to write. I wrote the nightclub scene in multiple POV's before I was happy with it. So...

They're finally going home together!

Do you think they'll finally have sex!?

What do you think of jealous Christian?

Let me know what you think :)