Heyo! I just noticed that if the Fifty Shades of Grey Book series had a theme song – in my opinion- S&M by Rihanna would fit really well, right? J.S

Plus- I know how bad most of you readers want Elena to just keel over and die, but as much as I and many more would like that I don't think it'll happen in this chapter- unless she chokes on her asparagus ;) … at least I'm almost certain that won't happen lol… Enjoy this chapter!

And the links (Since I forgot to post this for the last chapter) of the clothes Ana's wearing ;)

Pants: .

Shirt: /clothing/forever-21-tie-and-lace-collar-tank-blouse

Over coat: light_green_boyfriend_cardigan/thing?id=15579652

Shoes: aeo_suede_chukka_boat_shoe/thing?id=61451567

ANA POV

I stand there for a couple more seconds, still in shock from the 'threat' Elena just brought upon me. My shock turns to anger, as anger turns into pity, and pity to confusion. Surly she's worried about something more than her house work not getting done by Christian- but I can't quite put my finger on it…

"Oh!" My head snaps up and out of my deep thoughts and I see Grace standing by the living room thresh hold, "Dear, what are you doing here?" she pants with her hand sprawled out on her chest in surprise, "Dinner's ready."

"Sorry," I say shyly, "I was just about to go to the Dining room but I have to use the ladies room…" I blush.

She laughs, "You don't have to be coy dear- make yourself at home." She smiles sincerely, "The bathroom is up stairs down the hall and to the right- across from Christians room," she nods and retreats back through to the dining room door.

I let out a big sigh of breath and head up stairs. I take my time and run my fingertips up the railing of the grand staircase, I tip toe slyly on the edge of each individual step- dreading having to go back into that room with that woman. I shudder at the revolting thought.

I swiftly go into the bathroom and shut and lock the door behind me. I sit on the closed toilet seat and put my head in my hands trying to clear my mind and compose myself. I will not let that woman get under my skin… I repeat this until I feel ready to go down stairs and face her.

I open the door and walk into the hallway. I turn facing the door as I lightly close it- not risking the chance of the wicked witch of the west hearing me- and turn around. I gasp in surprise when I see a smirking - thumb in belt loops- Christian basically devouring me with his eyes.

He walks closer to me still smirking, "Ana," he says simply.

"Christian," I breathe equally, "What are you doing up here?"

He nods towards his bedroom door without taking his eyes off of me, "I spilt soup on my shirt. Mother insisted that I change," he explains.

I unwillingly move my eyes to his shirt- I haven't even noticed what he's wearing, let alone a stain.

"So," he says mockingly, "is this interesting enough for you?" He grins.

I nod in response, "very interesting," I swallow, looking at his perfect pouty lips, "Did you know…?" I trail off, not being able to finish but trusting he understands. I can feel that I ruined the moment by my question.

He sighs, "No, I didn't know until she showed up today and said she wanted to help with dinner." He shrugs.

I try to read his face for more information, but his soft eyes give nothing as he looks back at me, "If there was something wrong you'd tell me right?" The words came out before I could help it.

"Yes," the answer is quiet and soft.

I have no reason to not believe him so I just nod- believing him completely. But if there's one thing my mom taught me from all of her relationships is that love gives a person the power to crush you.

He smiles down at me, "If there was something bothering you you'd tell me, right?"

I sign in frustration, "The only thing bothering me is that retched woman," I look unseeingly towards the stairs scowling.

He takes my chin so I'm looking at him again, and softly bends down and kisses my bottom lip, "I can't wait to have you here. Alone." He breathes.

I smile softly at him, blushing, "Do you need help getting out of your shirt, Mr. Grey?" I ask sweetly.

"Oh, I think we'll have plenty of time for that tomorrow," he says reassuringly searching my eyes.

"Okay," I pout.

He sighs, "I think you better get down stairs, Ana."

I nod, and continue down the stairs.

I walk into the dining room and see Grace and Carrick at the heads of the table, Elena to the right of Grace -hanging on her every word, Mr. Kavanagh to the right of Carrick, Elliot in the middle of the table, Kate across from him, Ethan in between Kate and Mr. Kavanagh, Mia to the left of Carrick (across from Mr. Kavanagh), and leaving Christian having to sit across from Ethan- and leaving me having to sit across from Elena. Ugh.

The room is beautiful- the curtains are satin baby blue, the walls a pin stripped navy blue with cabinets of valuable China plates, and to top it off a massive crystal chandelier hanging directing above the table.

I walk to my spot and sit down next to Kate- who is obviously playing footsie with Elliot under the table.

"Did you find the bathroom well?" Grace asks me as I sit.

"Yes," I blush, "You have a very beautiful home," I add honestly.

She smiles thoughtfully, "Thank you, Dear. Maybe sometime I should give you the grand tour," she giggles.

I giggle as well, "Why not?"

Just then Christian comes back into the room wearing a blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. God, he looks good enough to eat. Maybe I could have him for dinner tomorrow night… I quickly look away to my twiddling thumbs sitting in my lap and blush scarlet at the direction of my thoughts have led me.

"Ana," Kate nudges my side, "are you going to eat anything?" she whispers.

I look down at my place setting. It is holding a bowl of soup- beef and rice, I'm guessing. I hesitantly pick up the soup and –trying not to slurp- take a bite, "This is really good," I say surprisingly. It's the best soup I've ever tasted…

"Thank you," Elena says smugly to me, "It's an old recipe my grandmother taught me," she sticks her nose in the air and continues talking to Grace. Note to self-Ana: my subconscious glares, don't give out any more compliments about the food to the wicked witch of Washington. I role my eyes inwardly at her and continue with my appetizer course.

We are in the middle of eating our main course- wild salmon with a side of fresh asparagus. I won't lie; its mouth wateringly delicious- but I dare don't say a word to Elena.

"So, Hun," Grace says to Kate, "What do you want to do after school is done? It's only three more years," she teases.

Everyone's attention goes to Kate- which she doesn't mind one bit, "I think I want to do something in fashion. Maybe go to a design school."

"Lovely. That's sounds like something you'd be good at, Kate." Grace smiles, "What about you, Anastasia?"

I can feel all the eyes in the room boar into me, waiting for my response. I blush, "I want to go to school to be in the publishing industry. Preferably one here in Seattle." I say quietly but surly.

I look over at Grace and she's smiling at me, "A girl who knows what she wants," she leans in closer, "I like that," she whispers with a wink. I shyly smile back at her.

"Yes," Elena says unimpressed- like I came here to please her, "I wanted to be many things at your age as well, but things change, dear. Sad but true." She shrugs down at me, taking a sip of her wine.

I try not to glare at her as I answer, "With all do respects-," or with no respect at all, "I've set my mind on publishing- I don't think I'll turn my back on it now." My voice is calm as I answer her- like I'm talking to any other adult.

"You can't possibly know that," she assures me with a stuck-up tilt of the head. She swishes the wine around in her glass before she takes another sip.

"Well I'm sure she can," Grace interjects; playing for my team, "I'm sure Linc knew he wanted to be a lawyer when he was Ana's age-," she's cut off by Elena.

"I rather not talk about Lincoln right now," she whispers to Grace quickly.

Grace sighs, "Things will blow over between you two soon, you'll see." she adds reassuringly. We all continue with the rest of the dinner indulgingly but with less communication from my side.

We are back at the door again after an hour or so saying are farewells to the Greys- and only the Grey's. Elena- thank God- left after dinner was over with.

"There's no doubt you have an exceptional young man here, Grace and Carrick." Mr. Kavanagh says pointedly to Elliot, "As well as Christian too."

"Thank you," Carrick replies with a smile, as he puts one hand on the shoulder of Christian and Elliot, "As do you."

"- And very beautiful 'daughters'," Grace adds in with a chuckle- Kate and I join in with her.

"As do you," Mr. Kavanagh says as he bends down to shake Mia's tiny hand, with his other behind his back. It reminds me of the greetings in movies portrayed in the eighteen hundreds. Mia smiles proudly up at him and then goes down the line to Kate- as does the Grey's saying their goodbyes to us one at a time.

"Bye, Kate." She says in her sing-song voice, "It was nice meeting you."

Kate smiles at her and bends down to give her a hug, "It was nice meeting you too, Mia." Kate practically squeals.

Mia giggles and comes to me, "Goodbye, Ana- stasi- a." She says my name in syllables- not quite able to say the full thing- and gives me a hug.

I giggle down at her, "Bye, Mia." I pretend to whisper to her with my hand blocking my voice for anyone to the left of me, "and next time you can just call me Ana," I smile and wink.

She smiles widely, "Okay, Ana."

I watch as Christian goes down the line of people; shaking hands rather than hugging unlike Elliot. He walks up to Kate and shakes her hand; looking poker faced- not giving much away. When he walks up to me he switches his hands. His eyes soften when he says my name again.

"Anastasia,"

I've been aching for his touch since our encounter in the hallway. The soft, warm, secure feel of his hand closed around mine… I place my hand in his- but to my surprise I feel a stiff, cold substance touch my palm. He smirks and slyly puts it into my hand as he lets go. I slip the small piece of paper into my back pocket with my eyebrows creased.

After we're done saying our last goodbyes we get into the car and drive off to the Kavanaghs house. The first things I do are run upstairs into the bathroom and lock the door. The paper feels like it's been burning a hole in my pocket the whole ride home. I take it out and quickly unfold it. In neat hand writing I read -

Anastasia-

I'll be at the Kavanaghs house at 10:00 am. Wear comfortable shoes. And eat breakfast.

- Christian x

I'm sorry the chapters SO short but it's just a continuation of 'Eat Your Heart Out'. I- personally- can't wait until you read the next one- XO