Oh goodness…I appreciate the great reviews. Gail's pregnancy was well received, and even guessed by a few of you! A lot of you were not pleased with Sawyer's actions! Uh-oh! Bad boy, I know. But please don't freak. Just trust me. I also love the guesses as to who is after Ana—some good ideas and guesses, but you should know by now I don't do the expected, for the most part anyway. So continue to enjoy the love story, and the mystery!

Chapter 10

CPOV

It's been a very busy morning: a run, workout, and now handling details with Taylor. We sit in my GEH office drinking coffee and planning. "I want their apartment completely cleaned of any shred of evidence, her bedding replaced—everything. Most importantly, I want to know how the hell someone got past the security system. Did they cut the lines or something?"

"Welch already checked into that part, Sir. The system, if the lines are cut, will sound the alarm and send a warning to the company that there's been tampering. Welch and the police checked: nothing was cut, nor was it triggered, so no alarm went off. When Welch looked further into it, he found it had been shut down from the inside. So someone who has access on the inside is helping this fucker."

"Are you kidding me? Jeez, more than one person?"

"I believe we are all coming to the same conclusion Sir."

"I'm going to speak to Elliot—I think it best if Kate stays with him for now. I don't want anyone at that apartment until we know what's going on. I'm going to have Ana stay with me, so have Gail clean and make up the extra room for her. I want her to understand how important her safety is to me, but I don't want to pressure her." I stand and refill my coffee mug. "The flower deliveries and anything Caroline sends over can just come here from now on." I offer Taylor a refill as well.

"Very good, Sir." He says as he comes over and graciously comes over and accepts the fresh coffee.

"I also don't want her alone even for a second! It might be a good idea to hire a female guard as well, so she can accompany her to places Sawyer can't."

"I already have someone in mind: Samantha Prescott. I'll call her today; and get her on the payroll immediately." I leave it at that; I completely trust Taylor's instincts.

"Where are we on the record company?"

"You're the proud owner of Grey Records. The friends of Miss Steele have already been signed to a lucrative contract. Their name has been changed from Metal Minions, to just The Minions- per the instructions of the President of G.R. He's apparently very good at his job. Roz managed to get him from some hip hop label."

"Who the hell is he?" I ask as I finish my second cup of coffee.

"Fredrick Lucas. He's been in the field a very long time."

"Oh yes, I remember he worked closely with Quincy Jones, didn't he?"

"Yes Sir, he did. Quincy taught him everything he knows. He's got a keen ear and a fantastic grasp on the business aspect of producing. They nicknamed him 'Midas'—because everything he touches turns to gold."

Taylor and I finish saying the last part at the same time, then after a quick laugh, we continue.

"Any information on Elena yet?"

"That's part of my agenda today sir. I'll find her and talk to her."

"And Sawyer?"

"I'll have a talk with him as well. Am I… letting him go?" Taylor asks almost embarrassed.

"I've thought about it, and I just can't bring myself to blame him for what happened. I was in the apartment with her and didn't pick up on anything. It was more my fault than his." I phrase the rest of my response carefully, not wanting to sound too harsh, but still putting my foot down. I'm still the boss. "However, I get the feeling he's got a crush on Ana, and I can't have that. I'm a jealous man. If he doesn't control himself, I'll have to let him go. He's got one more chance." Taylor nods in understanding.

"Did you and Gail enjoy yourselves last night at dinner?"

"Yes we had a wonderful time. Thank you again for inviting us."

"You're more than welcome. I'm just glad Gail seemed better last night."

"She did; I'm sure she just needed some food in her system. I have to say though, watching Sawyer do the dishes while the hired servers teased and laughed—it was priceless!"

"I'm really sorry I missed it! I still don't know what the bet was."

"Stupid fool bet Ana he could chop an onion faster than her. Dumb fuck lost the moment he made that bet…but" Taylor gives me a menacing look to match his evil laugh. "I taped him on my phone…I'll show you later."

I can't help but bust out laughing. Taylor can be a son of a bitch when he wants; Sawyer is going to go ape shit when he finds out. "Brilliant! Abso-fucking-lutely brilliant! Ana smoked him I'm sure. I look forward to seeing that video. But let me ask: the four servers who were here yesterday, do we know who they are?"

"Yes, they all signed an NDA, and Welch checked them out in advance. May I ask why?"

"I was very pleased with them. They were polite, courteous, and professional. I'd like to keep them as my 'entertainment team'." I say with a chuckle. "Also, you don't know this yet as it's a secret, but Mia is opening her own restaurant. I think they'd be perfect for it."

"Mia? Really? Well I'll be damned! Good for her! It seems like she may finally be getting her shit together."

"No kidding. It'll be a huge relief for our parents I'm sure…have we heard from Flynn?"

"Not yet, but I believe he's back from vacation. I'll contact him today. Would you like me to schedule an appointment?"

"Yes, for myself and for Ana." Taylor is suddenly distracted by his phone, as he checks his text messages.

He looks worried as he says, "Its Gail…she had the tests done today and she said your mom found something, but she won't tell me what. She says we'll discuss it later. Ryan said she's been crying all morning." He looks up at me, trying to hide his nervousness.

"Any word on Ana? I haven't had a chance to call or text her."

"Yes, Gail says your mom looked her over again and gave a script for an anti-anxiety medication. She also convinced Ana to seek counseling."

"Well that's good news at least." I take pity on my friend Jason and tell him, "Lets head home—it's almost lunch time anyway, then we can check on the ladies."

TPOV

I'm trying very hard to hide my rising anxiety. I never panic—unless it involves my daughter or Gail. Then I'm just 'dad' and 'boyfriend'; not Jason Taylor- war machine. I'm very worried about Gail, as this crying and almost fainting spell is not like her at all. She takes very good care of herself.

We arrive at Escala, and the boss and I run for the elevator, which can't move fast enough for me. When the doors finally open, I'm greeted by…nothing. Christian and I don't see anybody, and it's eerily quiet. We make our way around the penthouse calling for Gail and Ana. We don't even see or hear Sawyer and Ryan. Just as I'm about to go thermonuclear, I see something hanging from the ceiling by the kitchen. That's so odd.

I get closer and realize it's a picture of a baby and it's inside a small hanger. I know what this means, and I call for Gail with tears in my eyes. Christian is looking at me like I'm either crazy, or something has gone horribly wrong.

And then I see her. She's absolutely glowing, and is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I walk to her with purpose and sweep her into my arms, my lips finding hers instantly. "Gail…are you sure? A baby? Are you feeling okay?" I put her down finally, and we are both in tears. I'm holding her close, afraid that if I let go, this dream will disappear.

"I'm pretty sure honey. Grace confirmed it with both urine and blood tests…are you happy?" She asks me hopefully.

"Am I happy? What kind of question is that? I'm elated! I'm so happy my love!" I never thought Gail could conceive, as that is what she'd been told years prior. This is truly a miracle, and I'm blessed to have it happen with this amazing woman. "When? I mean, how far along are you?"

When Gail manages to stop crying tears of happiness, she fills me in. "I'm almost eight weeks, and will see the obstetrician next week. Roughly, we guessed I'm due in December; maybe in time for the holidays!"

I hear a throat clearing, an obvious attempt at interrupting. "I'm really sorry to interrupt, but may I congratulate my dear friends?" Christian heartily hugs me and then Gail, also kissing her on the cheek. Ana, Sawyer and Ryan have appeared at some point and congratulate us too.

Christian then asks, "Can someone please explain to me what the hell this means?" as he holds up the hanger.

We laugh and then I explain, "In the Air Force, when a guy's wife would become pregnant, they'd call it 'A baby in the hangar'. A play on words, obviously."

There is lots of love and happiness around, and Christian invites us all to a celebratory lunch at Palisade Restaurant. I instantly called Sophie, and told her we're picking her up for a special occasion.

The boss himself actually called and made the reservations, and then called the rest of the Grey family with our approval. He's so happy he even invited Ryan, Sawyer, and Vincent to join us. I can't help but wonder how he'll react when it's him expecting a baby—if that's even in the cards for him.

I can't get over how happy Gail is, and even Ana seems to be smiling continuously; the events of last night not fresh in her mind. I'm glad for her; she needs this distraction. As Gail and Ana are chatting away, and Sawyer and Ryan are firming up security for tonight, I take the momentary distraction to pull Mister Grey aside.

We quietly head into his office and shut the door, and I just blurt it out, as I'm so nervous and excited. "Um, Sir…I mean Christian…I'm going to propose to Gail—today. I had already planned on proposing soon and, well, this lunch just seems the perfect time to do it."

Christian gives that big "Grey smile", and shakes my hand. "Well fuck me! Jason Taylor—married with a baby. Two kids! You're getting soft man!" He teases as he congratulates me. "Hey, did you get a ring yet?"

His comment makes me laugh. I answer him as he goes to the bar and pours us both a scotch. "I bought her ring two months ago. I've been planning this for a while."

"Well in that case…" Christian finishes his scotch and calls the restaurant again. Asking for and promptly getting the owner and manager on the phone, he explains the circumstances. He instructs for a private room with lots of candles, only their best wait staff, bottles of top of the line champagne – and, of course, sparkling grape juice for Gail. He also orders lots of flowers in pale soft colors to be delivered and set up.

"Go big or go home…so I went even bigger." He laughs at his own joke. Christian really can be a very generous man. For all his fucked- upness, we really are fortunate to work for him.

After everyone freshens up, and changes into appropriate attire, we pick up my daughter at my ex-wife's house, and fill her in on her new sibling before we head to the restaurant. Mister and Mrs. Grey, along with Mia, Ethan, Elliot and Kate all greet us with warm hugs and congratulations. The girls talk about planning a baby shower as we sit to eat. The room is perfect, and Gail is brought to tears by the boss's kindness. As we are finishing up, there is suddenly beautiful music playing in the form of a couple of strolling violinists. It's a surprise even to Christian; apparently a gift from the owner of the establishment—with his hearty congratulations. I look at Christian and point to my wrist, mouthing 'its time'.

Christian manages to hush the group, as I stand to make my speech. With my champagne in hand, I somehow manage to speak. "I can't thank the boss man here enough for all of his support, making sure Gail is well looked after—always, and for being such a great friend." I almost choke on the word, as I see almost everyone is as touched as I am. I place my champagne back on the table, and urge Gail to join me. "Gail honey, come stand with me." I help her stand, and hold her hand. "Gail and I are over the moon to find out about the new life we've created. I always felt the best thing I ever did was become a father to Sophie; and now I hope to be not only a great father to another child made in love, but to also be as wonderful a husband as I can be." With that said I take both of Gail's hands and get on one knee, to the sounds of gasps and sniffling noses. As I do, she just loses all control and starts crying hysterically. "Gail Jones, the moment I met you seven years ago I knew you were the one for me. I didn't stand a chance—and then you cooked me dinner, and I was whipped! Please, spend the rest of your life continuing to make me the happiest man alive; in return I'll try my hardest to deserve you. Gail, I love you with all my heart and soul. Will you marry me?"

She screams "Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" I stand and we embrace, kissing and crying. Our dinner companions are also crying and cheering loudly for us. I hear Mia shouting for me to put her ring on, which I promptly do. It's a beautiful antique Art Deco ring, and it's as valuable and stunning as Gail is to me.

As everyone quiets down, I take the moment to let Gail—and everyone else know, "I got this ring for you months ago. I planned on asking you to marry me; I was just working out the details of how and when. This little one in there made me realize I don't want to go another second wasting time I could be married to you." More tears along with a few 'aww's'. Sophie runs up to me and jumps into my arms. She hugs me so hard it makes me cry. I tell her how much I love her, and always will. I want nothing more than to spend more time with her. My daughter is thrilled, as she and Gail are close and get along wonderfully.

"Daddy, can I be in the wedding?" Sophie asks with the excitement of any little girl who has a reason to dress as a princess for a day.

"I don't see why not, but we haven't planned anything yet." And I have to do battle with the ex over it, as she is less than thrilled that I've been dating Gail.

We finish up our festivities, stunned we've been here for hours. I make my way to slip my credit card to the manager, when Christian who was following me, stops me. He insists it's on him, but we are both stunned when the manager refuses both our payments.

"Oh that's not necessary Mister Grey, Mister Taylor. A gentleman named Luke Sawyer took care of the bill; minus certain items that were gifted by the owner."

Christian and I are stunned. Luke paid for everything?

Just then, seeing our mouths gaped open, Luke walks up and says, "Ryan and I split it. We wanted to do something to congratulate our friend and boss. It was our pleasure, really."

I'm speechless, as is Christian, so we just give handshakes and some manly hugs that end with pats on the back. As we are chatting, Ana and Mia emerge from the restroom—Vincent having kept watch at the door. They are laughing and come over to us.

"You're never ever in a million years going to guess who left me a message!" Ana announces.

"Well considering you're all smiles, I know its good news, but I'm clueless. Tell me." Christian prods.

"Jack Hyde from SIP! I've been offered the job, and he'd like me to start right away!"

"Ana! I'm thrilled for you—I know how badly you wanted that job!" Christian tries to sound sincere, but I can tell he's worried. With everything that's happened so far, this is going to make protecting her more difficult.

We all give her hugs and heartfelt congratulations before we all start to head out to the cars. I whisper to Christian, "Don't worry sir. I will have her security set up before she starts…meeting back at Escala?"

"Of course!"

But before we make it to the vehicles I hear Mrs. Grey exclaim, "Elena darling, so good to see you! What brings you here?" They greet each other with quick hugs and a kiss on the cheek.

Oh shit.

There's not much I can do here. I was dreading this moment, but I knew it was inevitable.

"Grace, it's so good to see you. It feels like forever since I've seen any of you." She sneers as she stares at Christian. "What brings you all here?" Grace fills her in as I pull the boss to the side. She must have followed us here and waited for us to make our exit, as I didn't see her in the restaurant.

"Sir, I highly recommend we get Miss Steele out of here- right now. After all she's been through lately, seeing Elena is the last thing she needs."

"I agree…have Sawyer get her out of here."

Before I can do that, I hear Ana speak up, "I know you. I recognize you from somewhere…I just can't…" Suddenly Ana remembers, and goes right for Elena.

"You're the woman who cornered me by the dumpsters! Who the hell are you? Why'd you say those things to me?" Sawyer steps in and is trying to pull Ana away towards the car, to no avail. For a petite little thing, she's surprisingly strong! Grace looks utterly confused, and as expected, Christian looks on the war path because Ana is upset.

"You think that fake ass wig would've helped you? Blonde, brown or red, I'd know it was you by your eyes—and that stench you call perfume!" Gail, Sawyer and I try desperately to stifle our giggles at Ana's verbal assault on Elena.

CPOV

"Ana, please calm down." I've placed my hands on her beautiful face and I'm speaking to her quietly. "Let me handle this."

"Christian, would you calm that gold digging whore down?" Elena says, trying to deliberately provoke Ana, which it does. It takes me and Sawyer to stop her from pummeling Elena.

I'm confused as to what's caused this attack from Elena—I guess she's very angry with me for not using Candy, and not contacting her since she ended our contract before it started. "Elena, I'll speak to you privately. Sawyer and Ryan, please get Ana and Gail home safely. Ana, we will talk as soon as I get back." I turn to my parents and apologize, and simply state a 'previous misunderstanding' between the women that I need to rectify right now. I say goodnight to them, as well as Mia, Elliot and their respective dates.

"Jason, wait by the car. Elena, come over here." I grab her arm and lead her away from Taylor. "You want to explain to me what the fuck is going on? You disappear after Candy emails me that it's not happening; you accost my girlfriend at her apartment building then disappear again; you haven't tried to contact me in any way, and now you just insult my girlfriend! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I'm so angry I don't even realize I'm squeezing her arm.

She pulls out of my grip as she says, "Whatever do you mean darling? Maybe you should speak to your right hand man over there." She juts her chin towards Taylor. "You emailed Candy terminating her contract, and I've been trying to reach you for weeks! As for your tramp, I'm just trying to make sure she's good enough for you. She's only with you for your money Christian! She's not one of my girls—you can't trust her!"

"You're delusional, Elena!" I scold as I run my hand through my hair. Her mention of me emailing Candy, and trying to reach me for weeks takes a back seat in my brain when she attacks Ana. "You don't know anything about her. No, she's not a gold digger, and no, she's certainly not a tramp. She's an amazing woman who loves me for me—and not my money. She wanted me before she knew who I was."

"You're the delusional one if you honestly believe that! Who the hell would want you without all that money attached?"

She goes to touch my face, but I push her hand away. "Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again." I'm truly disgusted by this woman, although I do still feel obligated to her for some reason.

"You truly disappoint me, Christian." Looking defeated, she hits below the belt, "Have you fucked her? Because you sure don't look like you're getting any! How does she feel about being tied up, whipped, caned, and fucked like she's not even a human being?"

"I don't owe you any explanations or information about my life and that includes my sex life; especially where Ana is concerned. I think it best you stay away from me from now on." I turn to walk away.

"Are you threatening me Christian? Because we still have a business relationship…and need I remind you; I'm your mother's best friend. I will be seeing you. It would be a shame for your family to suddenly find out the tragic news of you dumping me—an old friend—because of that girl. I can make them hate her, and I can make them resent you."

I just turn slowly and smile at her. "How would you do that without exposing yourself for whom and what you are? I've tired of you Elena. Our relationship—in any form—was the biggest mistake of my life. I don't need you, or want you in my life. We're done." I turn and walk away from Elena, and my past.

"Christian! This isn't over! What about the salons? What about me? You can't do this!" She's desperately calling after me, but I never look back. The last thing I hear is her screaming my name over and over. How could I have never seen how crazy this woman is?

"Taylor" I nod with a smile as he opens the car door for me. "Home please." He closes the door of the car, shutting Elena out, and brings me to my new start at Escala- with Ana.

APOV

"I'm serious, you two! What the fuck? Who the hell is that woman and why does she hate me so much? I don't even know her!" Sawyer is driving Gail and I back to Escala, as Christian still wants me to stay there with him for my own safety. I have no problem with that.

"Ana, please…"

"Don't you 'Ana, please' me, Luke Sawyer! It's bullshit! I want answers and I want them now!" Gail is sitting in the back seat with me, and she leans over and grabs my hand—her new diamond glistening in the setting sun. Shit. I can't yell at a pregnant woman who just got engaged an hour ago.

"Ana honey, listen to me. Sawyer and I can't tell you certain things, as it would break our contract, as well as the trust Mister Grey has in us. Now I can tell you that woman—Mrs. Elena Lincoln—is an old friend of the Grey family, and is currently Grace Grey's best friend. I'm certain Christian will explain everything to you in his own way and time."

Gail is still holding my hand, her calmness and soothing voice working at dispelling my anger. It hits me what a great mom she's gonna be and I can't help but smile.

"Thank you Gail. I appreciate it, and I do understand your predicament with Christian. I won't press the issue with you or Luke."

She lets go of my hand, and adds, "However, I can tell you that she's a royal bitch and we all hate her!" I laugh along with her, and Luke agrees completely with her and joins our laughter too.

We arrive at Escala where Ryan arrived ahead of us and swept the penthouse for our appearance. Sawyer heads right for the security office with Ryan to await Taylor and Christian's return, as I'm sure they will have some kind of discussion between them. Gail shows me the guest room that'll be mine while I'm staying here if I choose, and we spend the next thirty minutes or so talking as if we're old friends. I certainly have made a new friend in Gail.

CPOV

Back in my penthouse, in my security office, I'm scolding Ryan, Luke and Jason. "How the hell did you not see Elena?"

Jason speaks up, "Sir, it's my fault. I was distracted by the day's events, and not paying attention. I'm afraid I let my guard down. It was very unprofessional of me, and I apologize"

We were all distracted, how can I fault him, or anyone, as we were all together?

"Gentlemen, please have a seat." I say so calmly, it takes a moment for them to process and sit. "I apologize for yelling. We were all distracted with the happy news." I stand and get some bottles of water, dispersing them and keeping one for myself.

"I know you all hate her and why. I get it. But don't forget she's a family friend, and all she did for me as a kid. Not to mention her one-hundred-thousand-dollar loan is the reason I'm as successful as I am." I pause to take a drink of water.

"However…she's off her rocker. I don't know why she hates Ana so much, or why she said those things about me being the one who wrote Candy. Then she says she's been trying to reach me for weeks, but I've heard nothing. Something is going on." I sit back down at my desk, remaining quiet for a moment as I'm deep in thought. "Elena doesn't do love. That's the first thing she taught me. 'Love is for fools'. So why the hell is she acting like she's jealous?"

Taylor speaks up first, "Maybe she realized—just as you have—that love isn't for fools, and she's been wrong this whole time."

Sawyer steps in, "Or maybe she's just territorial. She doesn't want Ana on her turf, unless she puts her there herself."

"I think you both may be right…okay, what I want you to do is to keep her away from both Ana and me. I'm not going to do anything yet involving pulling my backing from the salons, or warning my family to stay away from her." I lean forward as I want to convey just how serious I am about this. "I want Welch to pull as much information on her as possible. I want someone watching her every move—hire as many people as you need. I will not tolerate her surprising us again."

They all respond in a unified "Yes Sir". I dismiss them, but I ask Taylor to stay behind a moment.

"Is everything alright sir?" He asks concerned.

"I just wanted to know how it went with Sawyer."

"Oh that. Yes, I spoke to him, and he apologized. He wasn't aware he was acting inappropriate, and will be on his guard from now on." I notice Taylor looks uncomfortable.

"If he can't handle being around her you need to tell me. Ana is top priority; I don't need a love sick pit bull watching her. It'll cause him to screw up."

"Yes, absolutely Sir."

"Taylor, it's just us: you can call me Christian." I can't help but laugh, and shake my head. "I thought we were friends, man?" We both start laughing.

"Yeah, don't remind me…" He rolls his eyes in jest.

"Listen, one more thing: I'm giving you a raise. I want to hire another housekeeper during Gail's pregnancy, and her maternity leave. She's over thirty-five. That's considered advanced maternal age." I can't help but roll my eyes this time, as Gail is anything but advanced age. "I'm ordering her to take it easy and rest. She can still work if she wants, but only part time."

"That's extremely considerate and generous of you, Christian. I know she'll greatly appreciate it. I know I do." Taylor looks genuinely touched that I'm taking care of Gail without him even having to ask.

"I do have something else up my sleeve, but it's too early to discuss. Now, go be with your wife- to- be. I have a woman I'm on the verge of calling my girlfriend I need to talk to." I open the door to my office to find Ana, when it strikes me dumb: girlfriend. I've never had one of those before. I'm terrified and joyful all at the same time.

APOV

After wishing Gail a good night's sleep, I wandered around the penthouse a bit. I found a room that was locked, and then my favorite room—the library. This is where I decide to wait for Christian. I'm shooting pool when he finds me.

"I wondered where you'd gone. I found you on the security cameras." Christian says as he enters the room.

I line up my shot and nail it before I respond. "Security cameras? You have them all over the place, don't you?"

"Yes, for safety reasons. Each room is also equipped with audio recording as well. However, I can turn it on and off at will."

That's kinda creepy to me. "Let me guess—for safety reasons?" I say a bit too sarcastically.

He just nods and walks towards me. As he goes to reach for me, I step back and hold the pool cue up as a warning to stop. "Not so fast, Grey. Don't touch me until I get answers."

He has his hands up in defeat, and goes to sit in one of the room's comfortable, oversized chairs. "Okay, that's fair. Where should I start first?"

"Tell me who that blonde bitch is."

"It's not a simple explanation Ana…but I'll try." He shifts, getting as comfortable as he can. "Elena Lincoln is an old friend of my mother's. When I was a teenager I was out of control: fighting, drinking, bad grades, you name it. Elena helped me get my head on straight, and eventually lent me the money I needed to start my business. I've paid her back since of course, and now she and I are in business together. I'm one of the backers of her salons. There are now three of them, all named Esclava." He stops and clears his throat.

"There's more there you're not telling me; a woman wouldn't go bat-shit crazy because you're in business together. It's something personal between you two, like a jealousy thing. I'm sure of it."

"Well, you'd be correct, however I think it best we shelve the rest of it for now. We have other things to discuss."

I'm still standing by the pool table holding my cue, when an idea pops into my head: "Okay Grey, let's make this interesting then. "

He looks at me quizzically, "How so?"

"Every ball we each sink, we get to ask a question of the other. Deal?

He smiles as he contemplates then says, "Deal…you're going down Steele! Get ready to open up!"

I turn crimson as I can't help my mind from hitting the gutter. "As your guest—and a girl—I'm going first…" I rack and break, sinking a striped ball. "One question…let's start at the beginning. Why were you working as a bartender under a pseudonym?"

"Great question; I wondered how long it would take you to ask…it's a simple answer really: it gave me the freedom to just be. I could hang out, mingle with humanity, and not be under pressure from my responsibilities. I enjoyed my anonymity and my 'average Joe bartender' time. But after your graduation at WSU, that's over. Everyone knows what I look like now."

"That surprisingly makes a lot of sense. But why not still try- just at another location- to still be Chris the bartender?" I don't realize my brow is furrowed from thinking too hard. Christian comes close and rubs his thumb on my forehead.

"Oh no ya don't! One ball equals one question! My turn, darling." He lines up a shot and sinks two solids in the same pocket.

Damn it! "Alright Grey, do your worst!" I'm teasing, but genuinely nervous at what he could ask me.

"Hmmm…let's see…I'll start easy. You're half Italian, but never mentioned what the other half is. Tell me."

Whew, good that's an easy one. "Oh that's simple. You can't tell?" I wink at him teasingly. "I'm Irish- Irish father and Italian mother."

"Well you're definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen…and I will spare you the 'alcohol' jokes." He says with an eye roll. "Okay, next question. Why the fuck were you talking to that asshole in my bar that night?" He actually raised his voice a little.

"I'm so embarrassed, but I pulled a typical woman move: I used him for drinks." He just keeps looking at me, waiting for the punchline. I sigh then take a deep breath before I continue. "I lost a bet to Jose as we were walking in—the three of us: me, Jose and Kate. The twenty bucks I lost was my drinking money. I was left with no money after that, and Jose and I take our bets seriously—once you lose, don't ever expect pity!" I start laughing a bit, which gets Christian laughing as well.

"Alright Mister Grey, let's hope I can still shoot." I wait a minute till my laughter subsides before I line up another shot. Of course I miss. "Fuck!" All I get is an evil laugh from Christian. "Shut it!" I say in mock seriousness.

"Aw, don't get mad!" He pinches my cheek, and I can't help but stick my tongue out at him. To my surprise, he leans in and nips it. "Not yet, Miss Steele…" He shoots and scores again, in all his cockiness. I just put my cue down, fold my arms in front of me, and wait for his question.

"I'm curious how you charmed the Chesterfields so easily. Tell me, did you do a little homework before we sat down to dinner?"

That's not a question I expected. "Seriously? You don't think I'm capable of being fabulous all on my own? I'm hurt!" He comes over and smacks me on my ass, to my astonishment. "Hey! Okay! After you told me their names, I Googled them quickly on my phone, saw that Simon rides. The fact that they speak Italian was an absolute surprise, as was he being a member of B.A.C.A."

And there's that panty dropping smile again…

"What I'm dying to know is," He starts as he puts his cue down as well, and stands in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "What Simon said to you during that private Italian conversation that left you teary eyed."

"Oh no! There are some things even megalomaniac Christian Grey doesn't get to know!" I push him away gently. "Really, it was private- and personal, and something I don't feel comfortable revealing at the moment."

He nods, accepting my answer. "I won't mention it again. You can tell me when and if you decide to. But right now, I'd like to discuss some things I don't think are meant to be shared casually across a pool table. Let's grab a bite, some drinks, and talk on the balcony."

After a truly extravagant lunch, we both decide on a very light dinner of tuna sandwiches and salad. We eat in silence for a few moments, until Christian starts with the confessions.

"Ana, I want to tell you more about the blonde woman, but first, I need to tell you about my childhood up until the Greys adopted me. I hope it will explain my actions better to you."

I finish eating, and wipe my mouth as I tell him, "I'm all ears, please go on."

He takes a large gulp of his ice water, and then starts his retelling. "I don't have all the details—the why's and how's—but what I do know is my birth mother was very young when she had me. Somehow she got tangled up in prostitution and drugs, sometimes bringing her johns to the apartment. But the worst was when her pimp would show up to collect her money, and give her drugs." He stops long enough to take another bite of food, and to drink more water before he continues, "I was always left to my own devices: I wasn't fed, bathed or given medical care. My mother would usually pass out from the drugs, and that's when the pimp would hurt me. He'd hit me, torture me…the marks on my chest are cigarette burns—from him."

"Christian…I'm so sorry." I hate discussing these things, but it's best to get it out in the open. I just wish I could take his pain away.

"The worst was when my mother had died, and I was left alone with her body for four days before the pimp found us, and called the authorities."

I honestly feel sick to my stomach. "Is that when the Greys adopted you?"

"No, I was brought to the hospital first, and Grace was the doctor who took care of me. I was treated in there for weeks, and then sent with a foster family for three months until my adoption went through."

I'm so stunned; I'm not sure what to say, so I just grab one of his hands. "Thank you for sharing with me." I say when I can finally speak again. "I can see how that would be life altering."

"Tell me about it." Christian shifted in his seat, and it seemed like he was ready to change the subject. "I'd like to hear about your childhood, Ana."

"My turn, huh? Okay, well it was great until I was about two years old. My dad changed, he became mean and violent. He was constantly yelling at my mom, blaming his miserable life on my existence. It was my fault he didn't become rich, marry a super model, swim the English Channel, you name it." I manage a little chuckle at the ridiculousness of my previous statement.

"As I became older, he got worse. He started hitting me, verbally attacking me…then he started to come to my room at night."

"Christ Ana…baby, I'm so sorry."

All I can do is give him a halfhearted smile. "He'd touch me as he called me names: a slut, whore, worthless piece of trash, waste of life. Then he'd tell me how no man would ever want me because I'm an ugly, disgusting piece of shit. That I didn't deserve love." I stop to wipe my tears, and I notice Christian has come and sat closer to me, still holding my hand. "I remember when I was five, he had finally decided to leave to be with his new girlfriend, and he was loading up the last of his stuff in the garage into his car. I just didn't understand, and asked him why he was leaving. The asshole turns to me and says 'because of you, ya little shit.', and then got in his car, laughing hysterically." I shake my head, still is disbelief that a parent can be that cruel to their own child.

"You know what the sickest part is?" I look up at him, tears swimming in my eyes, "Up until I met you, I believed everything he ever said to me." I say crying a little harder now.

"What's his name Ana; your birth father?"

"It doesn't matter now, but it's James Adams. I have no clue whatever happened to him." But if I know anything about Christian—he's going to find him, and fast. I'm just not clear as to why.

I see the wheels turning in his head; he's thinking about something very intensely. I break his concentration when I say, "I think it's safe to say we both had fucked up childhoods. My teen years weren't any better."

"Tell me Ana, I want to know everything there is to know about you."

"And I about you, Christian." I say with a sincere smile. "Let's just say when you're told your entire life that you're useless, worthless, ugly, unlovable, etcetera—and by your own father—it really kinda fucks with your head. I was desperate to prove I wasn't any of those things, so I was an easy target. That's why the several rape attempts."

"A girl with daddy issues…unfortunately, predators enjoy the hunt for girls like you—and it disgusts me. I'm so sorry Ana." I'm glad he understands what I'm trying to say.

"Yeah, and all they had to do was sweet talk me, promise love in return for 'favors', and I was left hurt, humiliated and embarrassed many times."

"Define what you mean by 'favors'." "Oh boy…I really hope I don't scare you off."

He pulls me up and onto his lap. "Never baby, I'm not going anywhere. I told you that—you're it for me."

His response brings me to tears. "Okay then…and the same goes for me too." He pulls my face to his and kisses me deeply. When we part, he urges me to continue.

"Not really much to tell: if I gave them oral, a hand job, or got passed around to their friends, they promised me undying love and affection. They never did of course. And then there were the few that weren't satisfied enough with what they got and wanted more. Those are the ones I had to fight off. So I've never 'gone all the way', but I've given more than I've received."

"Those sons of bitches! I wish I knew who they were, I'd teach them a lesson they'd never forget!" I need to calm him down before he goes on the war path with my past, so I place my hands around his neck, and kiss him deeply.

"It's over and done with, Christian. What matters is you are here now; who cares about them! They were my past: you're my present—and future."

He looks almost pained, but I know I've touched him in a place he's never been touched before: his heart. "My sweet, beautiful, courageous girl. I wish I had met you back then; maybe I would've been able to save you from some of that abuse."

"Just knowing I have you now makes me happy." I say with a wide smile.

"After what I'm about to share, you may not…"

I roll my eyes at him, and tell him to continue.

"As I mentioned earlier, by the time I reached my teen years, I had a lot of anger, and a huge amount of hatred. I started to push my family away, get bad grades, drink, fight—you name it. I had also developed a phobia called haphephobia; the fear of being touched. I couldn't bear to be touched on my chest or back, as that's where most of my abuse was."

"But, I touch you there, all the time. I'm touching you now, and you're okay." I'm really perplexed.

"I know I don't understand it either. Whenever anyone would touch me there I'd have a panic attack. It felt like I was burning, my skin was on fire. I couldn't take the pain. But with you, from day one, I had no bad reaction to your touch." He kisses me again. "That's how I know you're supposed to be mine." We kiss some more, and then he stops and says he has to finish telling me. He urges me to sit back down on my seat, as this is very serious.

Oh shit…now I'm really nervous.

"Anyway, that's what leads us back to the blonde woman… The way Elena helped me all those years ago, was by positive reinforcement: If I stopped fighting, and got good grades, she'd have sex with me…" He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. "This is the part I hate to tell you. It's been a secret of mine for as long as I can remember, and something I had hoped you'd be interested in trying with me. Elena not only gave me sex, but she also taught me discipline and control—through BDSM. It's all I've ever known."

"You mean bondage-discipline-sadomasochism? Like, she'd tie you up, hit you with stuff? Treat you like you're her pet?" I'm stunned. No wonder he's been so willing to wait for sex with me.

"Yes, I was her submissive for about six years, and then she subbed for me while I trained to be a dominant—which is what I am now."

"Wow…so you now do the tying up and beating? Treating your women as sub-human? And this is something you want to do with me?" I'm trying desperately to not freak out and run. I can't go through being beaten again.

"Let me explain Ana, It's not like that. I contract with my sub for a certain period of time. We openly discuss what each of us will or will not do. What's acceptable and what's not. And they always have a safe word if they need me to stop immediately. It's consensual sex between two adults. I only tied them up because it stopped them from touching me where I didn't want them to, and it was all done in a safe environment..."

I take a deep breath, "That's good to know, but it still doesn't explain why Elena is going after me… wait, is that what she meant by telling me I 'can't satisfy your needs'?"

"I believe so. See, after my sexual relationship with Elena ended, she'd find suitable partners for me. When the last one didn't work out because I'd met you, she grew very angry with me. I realized after speaking with Gail that I want more with you, not just someone to fuck. I felt different. I came to the conclusion that I don't need that lifestyle anymore. Don't get me wrong, some of it can be kinky fun, but overall, I don't want it."

"That's quite a lot to absorb. I'm guessing when you told me you don't date, and don't do the girlfriend thing, that you only fuck hard, you were speaking about this contractual relationship." It's more a statement than a question. "I guess she's mad at me because I happened to be there and met you. And mad at you because she doesn't have you to control anymore."

"I wouldn't say control…"

"Oh, I would Christian. Tell me the truth—the first night I had you over for dinner and you suddenly freaked out, was it because of her?"

"I did see her that day before I came to see you, yes. She just reminded me what a fucked up son of a bitch I am, and that I didn't deserve a woman like you."

"That's total bullshit, but it makes more sense now. What changed your mind about wanting to be with me after all?"

Without missing a beat he simply responds, "You. I couldn't stay away from you, and I felt—feel—for you something I've never felt for anyone else in my entire life."

Sigh…

"Christian, can't you see that she's been manipulating you for years? The best way to do that is by bringing you down, making you feel unworthy of anything. How do you not see her controlling you?" Jeez Christian, what did I just spend the last two hours talking to you about?

He's getting upset and defensive. "It's not like that Ana! She's my friend; the only person who understood me before you. She saved me from myself, taught me a way to deal with my pain, with my abusive childhood."

"Christian, tell me—does your family know about your relationship with her?"

"Only that we're in business together. Our sexual history is between her and me, and my staff of course."

"And the reason you haven't told them is why?" I don't wait for his answer, because I already know it. "Because your parents would go ape shit if they knew. Not only did your mom's best friend sleep with her son, but through control and manipulation has got him to push the only people who truly love him away." I stand and go to him, kneeling in front of him. "How old were you when it started Christian?" I ask gently

"I was fifteen." He answers back just as calmly.

"What? You were fifteen? You were a child. She raped you! She's been grooming you all these years, making sure you will always be in her life." I have a little experience with inappropriate behavior with a minor.

"No, Ana! She didn't rape me. I wanted it. I wanted to have sex with her, and be tied up, and all of it. It's not rape if I didn't say no. And she's not controlling me—she just knows me better than anyone in my life ever did."

I'm horrified by his response. She has him convinced what she did was not wrong, but perfectly normal. I need to know one more thing. "Do you love her?"

"I care for her. But, no I'm not in love with her."

"Does she love you?" Please say no!

"I don't know. She was never that kind of woman, but I don't know if seeing me with you has changed her." He answers brutally honest.

I stand up, still looking at him, his head hanging low. "I'm tired, Christian. It's getting late, I need to go to sleep and let this conversation sink in. We can talk more tomorrow. Okay?"

"Sure." He responds without moving.

I head to Christian's room, and grab a few of my things, including pajamas, then head to the guest room Gail showed me earlier. I need to be alone so I can think. But I can't. I'm so overwhelmed and confused. But most of all I'm angry: with Elena for what she's done, and with Christian for protecting her. Typical victim- something I'm very familiar with.

I toss and turn and just can't shut my brain off. I decide, since I'm starting my new job in the morning, I should head back to my apartment, so I can get my clothes for work, and maybe get some rest somewhere that Christian isn't mere feet from me. I put a few things in an overnight bag, and head out of the guest room. Christian isn't in his room. I don't want to just disappear; I'd like to let him know my plan. Just because I'm angry doesn't mean I stopped caring for him.

I continue looking for him, when I notice he's in his office. Just as I'm about to knock, I hear a soft voice behind me. "Ana, are you alright?"

"Luke…yes…well no actually. I'm going to go back to my place tonight. I just need some time alone."

"You can't go back there by yourself. If you're going to go back, I'm taking you, and I'm staying. No way in hell any of us would let you be alone even for a minute."

I know he's right. "Okay Luke, you win."

"I knew you'd see it my way," he smiles. "Were you going to tell the boss?"

"Yes, I was."

"Okay, I'm going to speak to Taylor. I'll be right back." He says just a little too gleefully.

I knock on the office door, and Christian says simply 'enter'. He doesn't look up until he hears my voice. "Ana, what are you doing? What's with the bag?"

"I'm going back to my place; I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't worry. And before you get all bossy on me—Luke is taking me, will check my apartment before I enter, and then will keep watch all night."

"No Ana, absolutely not! I can't protect you from there. You have to stay here."

"Christian, I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I'm not yours to protect. I'm your friend—nothing more."

"I fucked it up again, didn't I?" He looks so incredibly sad.

"No…not at all. I still care a whole lot about you, that hasn't changed. But right now, I've got a lot on my mind and I'm starting my new job in the morning. I need to just be alone to focus. I can't think things through knowing you're not far away from me. I'll be safe. You know Sawyer would never let any harm come to me."

He finally stands and walks over to me. I step back until my back is against the door, his hands flat on the door, level with my head. I can tell: this is a power stance. He looks into my eyes and says, "I don't want you to go, but I'm not your dom, or boyfriend. I can't tell you what to do. But one day soon, you will be mine, and you will listen to me because you want to." After an intense moment he drops his arms and steps back, eyes still piercing. Suddenly, I don't want to leave.

"Christian, this isn't goodbye, It's 'I'll see ya later'."

"Ok then, dinner tomorrow after work to celebrate your first day of your new job. I'll pick you up around five- thirty at SIP." I kiss him on the cheek and head to the elevators where Luke is already waiting for me.

We quickly arrive to my empty apartment, some yellow 'crime scene' tape still stuck to the banister. Luke turns to me and instructs me to wait in the locked car until he retrieves me. Less than ten minutes later he's bringing my bag inside, with me following closely behind.

"I'll be in the living room if you need me. I checked every inch of this apartment, especially your bedroom. It's all clear. Have a good night, Ana." He looks happier than a pig in shit right now. I really have not had good luck with men in the past. I hope my trust isn't misplaced in Luke.

"Thanks Luke. Try to get some rest yourself. Oh, and help yourself to anything in the kitchen." It's only about nine in the evening but I'm so exhausted it feels much later.

I go to my closet and pick an outfit for my first day at SIP tomorrow, and then turn on the laptop. I check the dozens of junk mail I got and delete it all. Then I send an email to Kate, Jose, and my parents. I don't go into detail with my folks, as I know they'd panic and come running. I'd rather they not, as I don't want them used as a way to get to me.

At about nine-thirty I hear the ping of an incoming email. Christian, of course it's from Christian. I'm surprised when I open it. He writes:

In honor of the days of making a mix tape for the girl or guy you love, I made this email instead.

Followed are several songs attached, including Fever, In your Eyes, Crash Into You, At Last, and Can't Get You Off My Mind. I'm listening to the last song with a huge grin on my face, when I hear the faint strumming of a guitar. I mute the computer so I can hear well. It sounds like someone outside is playing music. That's so strange. I peek out my window, to my dumbfounded surprise.

I see my friend Mark—the singer from Metal Minions—playing acoustic guitar, and Christian is standing there looking straight at me, long stemmed red rose in his hand, still in his suit and tie. He's serenading me. I had no idea he could sing either! He's singing Make You Feel My Love, and I do. Christian Grey is in love with me. And I'm in love with him. Why am I wasting time making him 'work for it'? I'm so stupid. I've more than forgiven him for that first dinner.

I can't help but hear Simon's words in my head, 'we always hurt the ones we love; what matters is if both are still there when the dust clears. He loves you, of that I'm sure. And I'm certain he will spend a lifetime trying to take back that hurt he caused you.'

I didn't realize that as he's singing, tears are streaming down my face. As he's finishing the song, I open my front door, my eyes glued to Christian's, and I walk to him. He wipes the tears from my eyes. "I'm sorry; I couldn't find a boom box for the occasion." He hands me the rose. I bring it to my nose as he continues, "Ana, I'm so sorry. I know we still have a lot to discuss, and I know I have a ton of stuff to work on. But I know one thing: I love you. I won't ever stop loving you. And if you made me wait a dozen years to be your boyfriend or more, I'd do it, because…"

I notice Luke has tiptoed off along with Mark. I interrupt him. "Stop talking Christian." I lean in and kiss him hard on the lips. "That was by far the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. You do love me; I can tell in the way you treat me…I love you too. It just took a bit longer for me to admit it to myself. You have Simon to thank for that." I say with a smile, fresh tears staining my face.

"Oh, Ana…" Christian pulls me into his arms and we kiss passionately, only stopping briefly to say 'I love you'. I'm not sure how long we stand there kissing, but it was long enough for my neighbors to get an eyeful. I pull away from him, and take his hand, leading him inside the apartment. I mention Luke's departure, and I tell Christian he better not dare fire him, or he will have me—his girlfriend—to deal with.

He chuckles and says "Yes Ma'am!"