Cpov

Three Weeks Later

Everything has been going smoothly since Anastasia and I started this relationship of sorts, and I do mean everything. We fuck in my bed, something about her bed being to loud... I didn't hear a god-damn thing but she insists her bed makes noses while we fuck. She also sleeps with me every fucking night and it's amazing to wake up with her in my arms. The morning sex is just as incredible too.

I haven't really done much work regarding GEH, I mean, I have purchased a small telecommunications company and Ros has been keeping me up to speed with everything that's on the market, but we still don't have enough money to purchase big so I'm still working at Elliot's construction company.

It's mid-week, Tuesday night poker night with the guys from the crew. Usually I would go to Sawyer's place on Tuesdays and play poker with the guys as a way to earn more money, but I'd rather go home and spend my night with the one and only enticing Anastasia Steele.

We've been getting closer these past few weeks and I plan to ask her to be my girlfriend tonight. Her slip-of-the-tongue a few weeks back had me thinking about it every since. I know I could sit back and enjoy what we've been doing, but I want to make it official, our relationship. And I would love to call her mine.

I've never done the girlfriend thing because I've always been so busy with school and working on GEH that I just didn't have time for a girlfriend. Anastasia is nothing I expected a girlfriend would be, but I find myself wanting to be with her more and more, and it's not just the sex. She makes me feel so young and alive, so carefree. I'm less stressed around her, it's like she calms me.

I smile as I remember what happened last Tuesday when I was about to head to Sawyer's place, but I got a text, along with picture message of the beautiful and enchanting Anastasia. And it wasn't just any picture, no. She was in a fucking bikini on her way to a charity car wash.

After work, I pack my shit up and leave it in Elliot's mobile office so I don't have to haul my crap on my bike in my backpack, and as I make my way to the parking lot, I recall what happened last week and hope I get a similar text message today...

~FLASHBACK~

Anastasia just sent me a text, she's been kidnapped by my sister. They're going to raise money for Coping Together, my parents' charity, and she didn't want to go. I didn't know why she wouldn't want to go, it's for charity, so I sent her a text back saying to have fun and was about to head to Sawyer's... That is, until she sent me a picture of her in the tiniest fucking bikini I have ever seen in my life saying she's going to wash cars.

Fuck that shit if she's going to be washing cars wearing that!

Instead of going to Sawyer's as planned, I hop on my bike and head home. Anastasia said Mia took her so I know Anastasia's car is at the house. I'll need a car if I'm going to pop up unannounced, I'll need an excuse, and since I don't have one, I'll borrow Anastasia's.

Once I'm home, I run to our room... well, my room but we've been sharing it, and grab her extra set of keys.

After I have what I need, I jog out to her car and dirty the damn thing as much as I can. I fight the smirk on my face as I grab a shovel from the garage and pile on the loose dirt that Elliot is going to use for some outside project. I'm sure he'll understand.

Before I leave, I grab the hose and spray the driveway down to get rid of the evidence, being sure not to clean Anastasia's car in the process.

...

When I pull up to where the girls are doing their little car-wash, I see so many girls in shorts and bikinis.

I stay sitting in the car as I look for my girl.

My girl? It's only been a couple weeks and you're already calling her yours? Well she is mine.

I can't help but notice that none of these girls are turning my head like they would before Anastasia and I hooked up.

A slow smile forms on my face when I see her. She's wearing one of my T-shirts on top of her bikini. Good girl.

Putting her car in gear, I drive over to where she is and get out.

She's smiling as she grabs a soaked sponge and starts spreading suds all over the car she's working on. My T-shirt that she's wearing barely covers her ass and it so happens to be white so I can see the sexy bikini, that she so kindly sent me a photo of via text, through the material. My dick wakes at seeing her and I try to calm him down. But when the soap suds fall onto her thighs...

Before anyone notices me looking like a fucking pervert watching a girl wash a damn car, I get out, adjusting myself discreetly as I do.

Mia notices me before Anastasia does. She gets that excited look in her eye at seeing me and I know what's going to come next; her high pitched, 'Christian!'. So, to not ruin my plan to surprise Anastasia, I put my finger to my lips, signaling Mia to keep quiet.

Mia frowns a bit confused and then breaks into a mile wide grin, thrilled when she sees who I'm walking up behind. I know Mia has been trying her hardest to get Anastasia and I together, if that mistletoe a few weeks back was anything to go by.

Anastasia squeals when I grab her around her waist and spin her in a circle.

"What do you think you're doing in my shirt?" I growl playfully in her ear.

"Christian!"

"Oh yeah, baby, you'll be screaming my name tonig-"

"Christian!" She squeals again, interrupting me.

I set her down so she turns around facing me. She's so beautiful when she smiles, I love being the one to make her smile.

"What are you doing here?" She grins at me.

"Need a car wash." I shrug.

"You don't have a-" She cuts her eyes behind me at her car. "My car!"

"Told you I needed a car wash." I try not to laugh.

"What did you do to my car?"

I made it look better.

"You did this on purpose." She accuses me.

I shrug again. I did.

"Regardless, it needs to be cleaned."

"Oh, you're helping." She tells me.

"What?!"

"You heard me, mister." She grabs my hand and puts her sponge in my palm.

"I was actually hoping to just watch you do it." I look down at the sponge in my hand and then back up at her.

"I bet you were." She walks back to the bucket and grabs another sponge.

She starts spraying off her car then scrubbing it with the soapy sponge, and fuck me if that doesn't turn me the fuck on. Too bad all these guys are around, I'd love to see her in the bikini instead of seeing it through my shirt. But even through my shirt is a fucking turn on because she's wearing my. fucking. shirt.

"Come on, Christian." She calls to me over her shoulder.

"Oh, I'll come alright," All over you tonight.

Extremely pleased that she started taking birth-control doesn't even explain how much of a high I receive at feeling her bare.

Since I'm still wearing my work shirt, I take it off and toss it into the back of her car before I start helping her.

I smirk knowing it's distracting her but then she does it... She takes the shirt off she's wearing. Her fucking cover! And as much as I'm enjoying the view, so are the other men around here. That's not going to fucking happen.

Dropping my sponge, I walk around and grab her.

"Christian, what are you-"

"Get in." I interrupt her, holding the driver's door open.

"Why?"

"You know why."

She sees the look in my eyes and knows what's about to happen. Without further questioning, she gets in.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

Needless to say we didn't stay at that carwash a moment longer. I was the one who ended up kidnapping her... Well she drove but I gave her directions to an empty parking garage. I couldn't wait to be inside of her a moment longer, and the way her body looked in that bikini, all glistening wet from the water, a few suds here and there. It was torture waiting the few seconds for her to get over the center console and onto my lap. I already had my pants pulled down to my thighs and my dick out and ready.

"Yo, Grey!" I look up hearing someone yell my name, bringing me from my thoughts before I'm able to remember how incredible car sex was.

Sawyer's walking up to me and when he reaches me I shake his hand.

"What's up?" I lean against my bike.

"Not much, the guys just want to know if you're coming over tonight. My roommate wants to win the cash you won off his ass back."

I laugh remembering the last poker night I went to, before Anastasia, and how Jason, Luke's roommate was killing it at the table. That is, until I walked in. He met his match with me. I lost some, won some, he lost some, won some, it was actually pretty fun and challenging.

"Nah, man." I let him down. "I think I'm just going to go home and spend time with Anastasia."

"Man, you're whipped." He laughs. "You haven't been to poker night since you started hooking up with her."

"I'm not whipped." I'm not. "She's just more entertaining than a bunch of guys who drink beer, smoke cigars and play cards all night."

"Yeah, okay." He grins, unbelieving me.

"I'll see ya tomorrow."

We shake hands again and then I get on my bike.

Before I can start the engine, my phone rings so I pull my phone out incase it's Anastasia needing something on my way home from work. First it was cocoa powder for a chocolate cake. Last week it was chocolate chip cookies because she wanted to bake cookies but we didn't have the chips. When I got home, I decided to learn how to bake. Needless to say, no baking actually took place and we didn't make any cookies.

I smile at the memory but frown when I see Ros' name instead of Anastasia's.

Wondering what she could want, I answer the call.

"Grey."

"You're never going to believe this," She gets right to it without saying hello, one thing I like about her. "I found the company to get us on the map. It will take off like a wildfire in the forest after a shit storm of gasoline is poured down if we buy this one, Christian. We just need $100,000."

"I don't think I have that much." Shit, the last time I checked my account, after buying that small company last week, I only have about $15,000. Instead of saving, I've been spending and now I really could use the money.

"I would say I can loan you some, but I think I only have about 5k I can put in." She offers. "Gwen would kill me if I took too much out of our savings. As much as I feel this is the one, it's also a risk, as you know, but I've been talking to the owner and $100,000 is the lowest he'd take. If not, the sharks are going to pounce once they discover what I did. It's a gold mine! It's the company of all companies. The holy fucking grail of companies. Just add my cash and pay me back."

"It still wouldn't be enough." I run my hand through my hair. "Maybe we can sell the one we just bought?"

"We'd lose money if we sold now."

Fuck, she's right.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Maybe if I ask once more he'll see things my way.

"Let me call you back." I tell Ros. "How long do we have?"

"At most, about a month. After that he's making it public knowledge. I'll send you an email with all the details for the company."

I end the call and take another deep breath. I should call Anastasia before I do this, she always seems to calm me down somehow, but then I think better of it and decide I better call her after. I know this conversation isn't going to go well but I have to try one last time.

I hope Anastasia has recovered from this morning because I'm going to need a good fuck tonight.

Before I can make the call, Ros' email comes through and fuck me, she's right. This is it. This is exactly what I've been waiting for. And nobody knows about this company being available yet, this is my chance.

"Hello?" My father answers on the second ring.

"Dad." I acknowledge him.

"Christian?"

"Yeah. I- I wanted to talk to you about... about my inheritance."

"Christian, we've talked about this enough, don't you think? My conditions still stand."

"I know, but there's this company that's just become available and I need the funds to buy it."

"I'm not just going to hand you that much money and you blow it on some 'great business venture' that blows up in your face."

"Okay," I expected that, he says it every time I ask. "But what if I borrow $100,000 and I sign a contract that says I'll pay you back within a year's time."

He sighs and I think he's going to say something about me not having the knowledge of building a business that college would give me, the same thing he always says, but what he does say takes me by surprise. Even his tone is different, lighter.

"And if you don't pay me back?"

Fuck. Is he considering the loan?!

"I will. I promise. This company is only going to be available for so long, I just need $100,000,"

"Actually I could even use $80,000." I say when I remember I have 15k in my account and Ros would loan me 5.

"I see." Fuck. This doesn't sound good. "You know, son, it wouldn't have been this hard to finish college and then you could've had all of it by now. Now you need 100, 80... What's next? You'll lower it to 50? Christian, listen to me. I tried to get you to finish college and get your degree, that's what the money was for, to help you after school. But you wouldn't do it. Instead you became this slacker that mooches off his brother. You wouldn't even have a job if it wasn't for Elliot. I wont have my children become slackers, Christian. You need to learn the value of hard work."

I stay quiet as I listen, getting more and more pissed off at the words he's accusing me of. He doesn't realize all the shit I've given up just to get to where I am.

"Now, even if you go back to college, I still wont give you the money. It's always about this money to you and it's not even yours, it's mine that I put aside for you under certain conditions. Period. Life isn't about money, Christian, and the sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be. Obsessing over money is going to ruin you in the end, mark my words.

"It's my money and the only way you will see that money now is if you have children and they graduate college. And then it will go to them, not you. But lord knows when that will happen, you can't even go out on a date with a nice girl? That's right, Leila told her father all about the girl at your apartment when she arrived. How are you ever going to find a nice girl to settle down with if you're always going after these floozies who can't keep their legs closed? Grow up and make something of yourself."

He fucking hangs up on me.

I'm breathing like a bull, nostrils flaring at the shit he said.

Kicking up my stand, I start my bike and take off with no direction in mind. I can't go home, not yet. I should because Anastasia is there and she always calms me somehow, she'll know what to do, what to say, but I can't put that on her. I'm pissed the fuck off and I don't want to take it out on her or say something to her I'll regret.

...

I end up at a bar, some small pub named Fifty's. Some shithole place!

After I order a double bourbon, I find a private booth and tell the waitress to keep them coming.

...

I don't know how long I've been here or how much I've had to drink, but soon I sense someone coming near me.

"I need another." I push my empty glass towards the waitress.

To my surprise, she sits across from me with the whole fucking bottle as she pours some in my glass.

When I look up, I see a chick about my age, maybe older. She's blonde, short hair like Mia's and she's dressed in tight black.

"You're not the waitress." I tell her.

"You looked like you could use some company." She practically purrs as she eye fucks me.

I laugh once.

"If that's what you thought, that I need company, you seriously need help..." The alcohol makes me lose my train of thought for a moment before I continue. "Trust me, I don't need any fucking company and if I did, I have the perfect woman waiting for me at home."

"You're not wearing a ring." She looks at my left hand, checking.

"No." I lift my glass and bring it to my lips. "Not married." I say before I take a drink.

"Girlfriend?"

I shake my head because I haven't asked Anastasia yet. I was planning to but ended up here instead.

The girl across from me smiles like she's won something.

"You're a Grey, right?"

Great. She sees dollar signs because of my fucking name.

"Sorry," I let her down. "As I've said, I'm not available."

"We're just sitting together." She plays innocent. "Why don't you tell me your troubles. Maybe I can help."

"Unless you have $100,000, you can't."

"Maybe I do."

I look up from my drink. She's caught my attention now.

"Maybe you do?" I repeat. "You don't look like you do, especially being in a place like this, no offense."

"I'm rebellious." She explains. "My daddy is rich."

"So what. How will that help me?"

"I have a proposition for you."

"I'm not going to have sex for money."

I cock my head to the side at the idea. Now why didn't I think of that? Not the sex for money, but I could've been a male stripper. They earn a shit ton of money and I know I look good enough to do the job. I could've even tried my hand at being a highly paid escort.

The alcohol is getting to you, Grey, you know why you're not those things. It will look badly if I finally make it in the business world. I could see the tabloids now; Christian Grey earned the money for his business by dancing in a G-string thong. Up next is the video from his stripping days. The girls would go wild but nobody in the business world would take me seriously.

No-damn-body would take me serious.

"That's not what I want," She tells me. "Though if you're willing I definitely wouldn't turn you down."

"As I've said, and am getting tired of repeating I might add, I'm not available."

Anastasia and I may not be in a committed relationship yet but we are completely monogamous and I plan on making her my girlfriend. I would never cheat on her. In fact, I was thinking about taking our relationship to the next level and asking her to be my girlfriend. Wait, I already said that. Maybe I have had too much to drink, I should just go home. Fuck, I can't drive like this. I know, I'll call my baby to pick me up.

With that in mind, I stand from the table, tossing a few bills down to pay for my drink and tip the waitress that was attending to me.

"Okay. Okay. No to the sex." The chick stops me. "But you haven't heard what I want from you yet? You want $100,000? I'll pay you double."

"What do you have in mind?" I ask, deciding to humor her.

She smirks and soon it turns into a massive grin as she tells me her plan and how she will pay me the money I need.