A/N: TRIGGER WARNINGS. It's been said. Shows more of Ana's background.

The parts of the contract that I put in italics are straight from her contract in the first book.

Anastasia watched Christian from the passenger's seat while they made their way back to his apartment. She noticed he was pale and kept swallowing and clearing his throat. He had ahold of her hand and she squeezed it.

"I can just go home, Christian. We don't have to do this. You're pale. There's no need to upset yourself like this. I'm really not worth all this upset." Anastasia urged.

"Don't you dare say that. I wouldn't be so worried if you weren't worth it. You're worth everything. Soon you're going to realize I'm not worth it." Christian pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it.

Anastasia frowned. "If I can't say it, you can't say it either. You've brought out feelings in me that I didn't even know existed. I never expected to find anyone that I was attracted to, let alone be comfortable around…but from that first night you brought me home I felt at ease with you. I can't just walk away and ignore my feelings because I'll spend the rest of my life wondering and missing you." When she looked back to Christian, she saw sadness in his face. It felt like a boulder hit her stomach. It was the first time she realized that maybe Christian's past was darker than being something like a sex addict or a male prostitute. She felt tears come to her eyes as she started to feel a little panicked and did her best to blink them away and swallow the hollow feeling in her chest.

"Anastasia…what did Elena say to you?"

"She accused me of trying to trap you by getting pregnant or convincing you to marry me because I only care about your money. She warned that it wouldn't work because I'm not what you need." Anastasia chewed on her lip. "The money thing...It isn't true if you're worried."

Christian took a deep breath and set his jaw. "Of course it isn't true. I'll talk to her…put her in her place. What did you say?"

Anastasia blushed. "Oh! Um…I told her that I didn't give a flying fuck about your money and that we are none of her business."

Christian grinned. "Good. Anastasia, it is very important that you continue to stand your ground with her. She's very…well she has a very strong personality and was trying to scare you away by being domineering. Show her you're not submissive."

"She said I'm not what you need. How does she know?" Anastasia inquired.

"She doesn't know what I need. I didn't know what I needed until this summer." Christian answered.

"Does she know about your past?" Anastasia held her breath.

Christian frowned. "Yes."

Anastasia's stomach twisted. "Was she part of your past?" She wasn't sure if she wanted to know, but her sick curiosity got the best of her.

He squeezed her hand tighter. "Yes."

Fuck! She was expecting him to say no. "So, she was your lover." Anastasia needn't ask. She already knew the answer.

"Anastasia…please…there's more too it. I can't say anymore until the NDA is signed."

She wanted to tell him what he could go do with that NDA, but she knew her mind and emotions were now on overdrive.

"If I sign it…I want the whole story. Everything from before you were adopted and up." If Elena was just a piece of his past, Anastasia sure as hell wanted to know everything.

"Oh, is that what we're doing now? Negotiating?" Christian's mouth thinned into a line. He looked annoyed.

"Yes. If Mrs. Lincoln is just a part of everything, I need to have everything out in the open. I don't want any secrets popping up later."

"And if I only want to tell you about certain aspects?"

Anastasia shrugged. "Then I'll go home and our relationship won't go anywhere."

"Why?" Christian now wore his hard eyes, drawing into himself so that his emotions weren't shown.

"If I don't know your history and it's this bad, then I can't trust you. You already left me alone with someone you have a history with and you didn't even warn me." Anastasia felt tears bubbling up and looked out her window to hide her face. She expected him to agree. He hadn't yet and she was suddenly worried he'd tell her to leave.

"Then you will also tell me yours." Christian said after a few minutes of silence.

"Then it's a deal?" Anastasia looked back at him and smiled.

He nodded, keeping his eyes on the road.

Anastasia was not looking forward to this. If she was going to get the hard Christian, she knew she'd be near tears all night. She had a feeling she would even if he was sweet Christian.

XxXxXx

In the elevator, he held her in front of him, his arms wrapped around her tightly and his nose in her hair. She could feel the anxiety rolling off of him. He kept squeezing her to him and she placed her arms over his to try to calm him a bit. She raised her head back to look up at him upside down and it caused him to give her a small amused grin. She grinned back at him.

"Kiss." She said, so he'd lean down.

He chuckled against her lips. "You're demanding tonight."

She giggled. "Sometimes I have to get tough."

He laughed. "Is that what you're doing? Being tough? My little Anastasia being tough…"

"Hey! I can be!"

He kissed her forehead. "Just teasing. I know you're tough. Tougher than me. You've gone through a lot and you've come out of it normal."

"You're normal."

"No, Anastasia…I am fifty shades of fucked up." The elevator gave a ding and the doors opened. Christian led her out with his hand on the small of her back.

"Mr. Grey."

"Oh!" Anastasia startled, not realizing Taylor was there.

"I apologize Miss Steele…I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, of course you didn't. No need to apologize." Anastasia answered.

Christian looked annoyed. "Taylor, we'll be in my office if you need me."

"Yes, Sir."

Christian escorted Anastasia through the apartment and her eyes wandered quickly, trying to take in everything on their way. Guess a tour wasn't going to be necessary. He was going to jump right into it.

He unlocked his office, turned on the light and ushered her in, shutting the door behind him.

"Sit." He pointed to a chair in front of his big desk. Anastasia sat, worrying her lip while she watched him sit.

"Don't bite your lip." He mentioned while he turned his chair and unlocked a filing cabinet to his right.

She released it and looked around nervously. Everything was so white and bare. Two pictures hung on the wall…no plants, no pictures.

He turned back towards her and she gave him her full attention. He set the NDA in front of her and set a pen next to it. She quickly scanned it and signed her name. She placed the pen on the paper and slid it towards him.

He then slid a packet of papers that looked like a contract toward her.

"This…is the only type of relationship I've ever had. Every woman I've had here has signed this."

The following are the terms of a binding contract between the dominant and submissive.

Shit. Did he think she would agree to this type of relationship? Anastasia worried her lip and took a deep, cleansing breath. She pulled her seat up closer and continued. Discipline? Safety procedures? She looked up at him through her eyelashes and saw him sitting back in his chair, his arm propped up and holding his chin. His head was cocked to the side a bit and his eyes were trying to read her.

She cleared her throat and looked back down. As if it wasn't awkward enough trying to read it, he had to stare at her while she did so.

The submissive is to serve and obey the dominant in all things. Anastasia couldn't help the snort that rose.

"Find something funny, Miss Steele?" She was glad to hear the amusement in his voice.

"Not a thing Mr. Grey."

She shall without query or hesitation offer the Dominant such pleasure as he may require…

She wondered just how insatiable Christian Grey was…depending, this part might not be so bad…She shook her head and continued.

"How I'd love to be able to hear your thoughts right now…"

"Mr. Grey! I am reading." Anastasia admonished.

He chuckled. "My apologies, Miss Steele…do carry on."

This contract shall be effective for a period of three Calendar Months from The Commencement Date….

The Submissive will make herself available to the Dominant from Friday evenings through to Sunday afternoons each week during the Term at times to be specified by the Dominant…

Her heart ached and she mentally admonished herself for it. She knew she could never do this…she wouldn't submit if that's what he was asking, but reading these made her feel depressed…he only wanted her for three months and only on weekends. Even if he didn't expect her to be submissive, it shows that he has commitment issues. They were already a month into it…would he get bored in a couple months?

The Dominant accepts the Submissive as his, to own, control, dominate and discipline during the Term. The Dominant may use the Submissive's body at any time during the Allotted Times or any agreed additional times in any manner he deems fit, sexually or otherwise.

Holy fuck. Use. He was just going to use her?

The Dominant may flog, spank, whip or corporally punish the Submissive as he sees fit, for purposes of discipline, for his own personal enjoyment, or for any other reason, which he is not obliged to provide.

Whomp. There it is. Own personal enjoyment…to beat and fuck women. She scanned down, knowing what to look for next.

The Dominant may restrain, handcuff, or bind the Submissive at any time during the Allotted Times or any agreed additional times for any reason and for extended periods of time, giving due regard to the health and safety of the Submissive.

She held back her tears and tried to keep her anger from boiling over. She scanned down quickly, wanting to get all the information before confronting him.

Eyes downcast…no touching. Anastasia had enough.

"You're a sadist…just…just like him. Of course. Of course I would!" Anastasia rose and pulled open the door, leaving the office. She felt extremely claustrophobic. "Out of everyone! I fall for…how could I be so stupid? I convinced myself that it couldn't be that bad…" She paced the sitting room and continued to talk to herself. She saw Christian watching her from the corner of her eye.

"Why? Why do you have to be like him? He tied me up! He raped me! He beat me for screaming and he just left me there! And you! You do this!" Anastasia crouched down, sat back on her butt and held her legs, her face in her knees.

"Anastasia…I don't rape women! They agree to the terms… they like being submissive!"

Anastasia picked up her head and looked him in the eye. "He said the same thing! He said those women liked it! But what he did…he broke them down until they felt worthless to the point where they didn't care what happened to them! Then he found out he had a daughter, fought for custody and then decided little girls were more fun!"

Christian looked shell shocked. "Anastasia…I would never…there is nothing okay about what he did to you! I would never rape a woman, let alone a little girl!"

Anastasia wiped frantically at her face, realizing that tears were now pouring down her face. "You have a room, don't you? Is it your bedroom or is it separate?"

Christian stared at her wide-eyed for a moment. "I have a separate playroom. The subs aren't allowed in my bedroom."

"Can I see it?" Anastasia's morbid curiosity was getting the best of her. She had this picture in her head of what her father's had been…except his was a moldy smelling basement room at the bottom of the stairs behind a steel door.

"The playroom?"

"Yes."

Christian furrowed his brow. "I…are you sure? I don't want to upset you anymore than you already are."

"I need to see it." Anastasia stood up and wrapped her arms around herself.

He nodded. "Stay." She raised an eyebrow. "…Please." He added.

She watched him disappear into his office and he came back with a key.

"It's upstairs."

She nodded. "I'll follow you."

She followed him up the stairs and to the left. She looked back behind her and down the stairs, half hoping that Taylor saw them come up.

She saw him stop at a wooden door and she sighed inwardly. No steel here. He slipped the key into the lock, turned it and pushed the door open. He slipped the key out of the slot and pushed it open, holding it open with his hand. He looked at her. Chewing her lip, she made her way to the door and with a deep breath, she entered.

She gasped. The room was huge. He had probably ten times the amount in this room than what was in that basement room she was constantly stuck in. The walls were red. At first, she thought it was to cover the blood. Her father had white walls and it was splattered red. But, upon further inspection, the walls were clean.

She reached up and touched the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"No blood…" She murmured and continued around.

Christian's eyes went wide and his breath caught. "Oh, Anastasia…I don't break skin. I just like to make the skin pink."

She looked back at him for a moment before continuing along the wall. "This is a rather large bed…"

"Yes."

She stopped when she saw the cross. Her heart sped up and she backed away. "No. I can't…I need out of here." She turned toward the door and Christian moved to the side to let her out.

She marched down the hall and her eye caught a restroom and she ducked into it, closing the door behind her. She leaned against the far wall and slid down, sobbing into her knees.

There was a quiet knock on the door, but she ignored it. Christian slowly opened the door and took a step toward her. She narrowed her eyes at him and he put his hands up in surrender, got down on his knees and sat back. She watched as he placed his hands on his knees and her eyes widened.

"I am not your dominant, Anastasia. You are not my submissive, nor do I want you to be. I knew you had a dark past…even though I never knew just how dark…but the thought of putting you through anymore pain or anxiety was too hard for me to bear. So, I went to Flynn. I told him how much I was drawn to you and how I couldn't bear to do that to you. I wanted to make sure that I could do it…that he thought I could do it. I'll do whatever it takes to show you that I'm serious about us. I don't want to ever sign that contract again. I want you."

"Vanilla?"

"Absolutely."

She nodded. "I need to go home."

Christian's eyes widened. "Home?"

"Yes. Home. I don't know how to navigate this. I need time. This is…I just refused to let myself even think that this could be what you were hiding…I wasn't ready. I'm really confused and I'd like to go home." She stood and waited for him to move.

"Anastasia…is there anything I can do? Or say?"

"Just give me space. I need time away from you…from all this." Anastasia explained.

"You need time away...from me? You are running away?" Christian looked down at his lap.

"I just need to think, Christian. Please let me go."

Christian stood up and unblocked the doorway. "May I walk you out?"

"Please. Where are my keys, Christian?" Anastasia asked as she headed down the hall and to the stairs.

"In the kitchen Miss Steele…I'll get them for you."

She grabbed her handbag from his office and he grabbed her keys and they met in the foyer outside the elevator.

"Thank you." She said as he handed her the keys.

"Anastasia…please…what can I do? I don't want you to go. I want to work this out." Christian's eyes were hazy and sad.

"I need to work this out on my own. I need time right now." She pushed the button to the elevator and they waited in silence.

When it opened, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it, before letting it drop back down to her side. He entered the code to his floor of the garage and stepped out.

He looked back at her and he looked panicked. "Anastasia, please!" He made a last ditch effort as the doors closed.

"Bye, Christian."

A/N: I am split on how the next part will go. I was wondering if any of you would be interested in letting me pick your brain a bit? Let me know in your review if you're up for it! Thanks.