CPOV

Its feels so good to have Ana here, it feels like she belongs here. I show her to the guest bedroom where she will stay in and of course it was the room right next to mine so I can be as close as possible to her. I want her to stay in my room but that obviously way too much since we just met. I want her to feel like it's her home, not a place she is staying for a quick period of time.

It's later on in the afternoon and I had to leave to go to an important meeting I couldn't miss, so I left Ana in the apartment. During the meeting I just couldn't keep my mind off her. She is really changing me. She is becoming a huge part of me that I can't let go. I need to tell her about my past before we start to become something more. I know she has had a hard year after hehurt her. I don't know if she will look at me the same way after her I tell her the life style I'm into. She deserves someone who will care for her, someone perfect and someone who isn't fifty shades of fucked up like me. I'm planning on telling her after dinner because then if she does want to leave I know she has had a good meal and isn't starving. Even if she does want to leave she is not going back to the shelter. I will persuade her somehow to stay in one of the apartments I own. I really hope she doesn't leave. I need her.

I am in the elevator going back up to my apartment when the doors open and I am flooded with the most beautiful sound I have ever heard in my entire life. I can hear Ana giggle and laughing with Mrs Jones I presume. I walk through to the kitchen and I am shocked when I see Ana cooking while Mrs Jones is sat at the breakfast bar. I want to walk into this apartment every day like this, I want to hear Ana laughing and being happy. I want to wake up every day seeing her smile and I want to see her before sleep takes me. I cough to make my presence known and they both turn around in shock.

"Good evening Mr Grey, can I get you anything?" Mrs Jones asks me. I take my suit jacket off and place is on the back of the chair then sit down. Ana is watching my every move and she watched as my muscles move under my shirt. She is checking me out. I decide to teaser her more and I roll my shirt sleeves up to my elbows. She bites her lip. Fuck yes!

"I'll have a glass of wine, would you like Anastasia?"

She tenses "Em No thank you" she turns back to the stove. I frown. Mrs jones passes me a glass of wine and then goes into her own quarters of the apartment. I sit there and wonder what could be wrong with Ana, but then I remember. FUCK! She said she doesn't like alcohol after what happened to her. How could I be so careless. I call her and she turns around and I notice she isn't happy anymore, her face looks sad. Shit!

"Ana, I'm sorry I didn't realise. I forgot that you don't like alcohol, it was careless of me" I stand up and grab my glass and walk to the sink to pour it down the drain.

"Wait, Christian, no. This is your house you should be able to do whatever you like. Don't stop just because of me. Its. just.. that I've not really be around alcohol since him so it just brought up those unwanted thought. Please Christian, I trust you." She trusts me. Wow I'm shocked, she knows nothing about me. She defiantly wont trust me after tonight my subconscious snarls at me. I walk in front of her and cup her face with my hands. I look deep into her eyes and sign in content.

"I promise I'll try not to drink in front of you. You can always trust me Ana. I would never hurt you." The look I am giving her leaves no room for doubt that I would hurt her. The thought of her hurt makes me sick. She nods and smiles. I lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose. And if on cue she blushes.

"Now, the real question is, why are you cooking and not Mrs Jones?" I smirk at her and let go of her face.

She giggles while turning around to stir's the pot of Mac and cheese which smells incredible. "Well, part of our deal was that I would prove in some sort of way, so I thought I would start but thanking you for changing my life to sum it up. I asked Mrs Jones what you liked and she said your favourite was Mac and cheese" Mrs jones was right I love it.

"You know you don't have to do anything Ana, I don't want you to pay a dim or lift a finger. This your home now. But thank you, this looks incredible"

We sit down for dinner and I have to admit this girl can cook, this Mac and cheese is the best I've ever had. "Ana this Mac and cheese is incredible"

"I just wanted to say thank you for everything you have done. If it wasn't for you I'd be in the shelter right now with some really scary people, they weren't all bad there was some actually really nice people who I loved seeing but there is still creeps who make you uncomfortable. I would be hungry and unsure when my next real meal would be. I'm so grateful for your Christian. I didn't believe you when you said you didn't have a big heart because I know for a fact you do. You wouldn't have welcomed me into your home if you didn't. So, thank you so much Christian. I promise as soon as I get a job and I have enough money I will find an apartment somewhere so I can get out of your hair" I freeze. I don't want her to leave. Does she not want to live here? Have I done something wrong? Fuck!

"Do you want to leave?" I say like a child

"No! I love being with you but I'm sure you're going to get sick of me after a while and want me to leave" she chuckles to herself. Why is she putting herself down? She thinks people are going to leave her when they aren't. I don't find it funny at all.

"Ana, I never want you to leave. I want you to stay here forever if you wanted. Why do you put yourself down so much?" She looks down to the plate?

"I guess after what happened with him, I just know that I'm annoying to live with and be around. I just presume everyone will want me to leave"

This is his fault. I turn towards her in my chair and cup her face with both of my hands and lightly pull her face up so she is looking into my eyes. Her eyes are glassy. It breaks my heart for her but it also fuels my anger more towards him. When I find him….

"Anastasia, I will never get sick of you, I adore having you here. When I came home tonight I was so excited when I realised you were here. I want to wake up every morning and see your face before I go to work and I want to come home to you every night. I really… Fuck! I've never done this before! I really like you Ana, I want to spend as much time with you as possible. I want more with you!"

I lean forward and place my lips upon hers and kiss her softly. She doesn't do anything for a second but then quickly reciprocates and kisses me back with just as much passion. Sparks are flying between our lips and all around us, her lips are soft and full. They're perfection. I want to kiss these lips forever. I want to carry on but I know I need to stop and get all my cards out on the table and tell her about my past. I don't want her to regret being with me if I tell her about my past after we have done something more. I pull back and I look at her face. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips look slightly swollen from the kiss, she looks absolutely beautiful.

"I feel the same way about you too Christian, I wanted to kiss you since I bumped into you in the hallway at your parents' house but wasn't sure about how you felt." I wanted to kiss her then too but I felt the exact same as she did.

"Before this goes any further.. I .. need to tell you about my past Ana. It's a huge part of who I am today and I need to tell you in case you want to… leave me. If you want to leave you can move into an apartment downstairs rent free." She frowns

"Come let's move into the living area so we can talk"

We move to the living area. We sit down on one of the couches and I hold Ana's hand and stroke the back of it. I really don't want to do this but I know I have too.

"I don't really know where to begin so I'm just going to start from when I was a child and move on from there. I had a rough start in life. My birth mother was a drug addict, she used to do every drug under the sun and I used to just have to sit there and watch her. She had a pimp that forced her to do the drugs, he didn't like me. He used to yell at me when he come to see her, he used to hit me, and shout and curse at me. I was only 4. My mother used to try and hide me but he always found me. One day he started using me as his own personal ash tray. He would stick his cigarettes into my chest and back, any skin he could find really. Since that happened I won't allow anyone to touch my chest or back. I hurt. I can't bare it." I stop and catch the tears that are flowing down Ana's check. I decided to carry on and get it all out.

"One day I woke up and noticed the crack whore lying on the floor, she wasn't moving. I went over to her and she felt so cold, I tried to wake her up but she wouldn't, I put a blanket over and waited for her to wake up. But she never did. Her pimp came over that day and started yelling at me telling me it was my fault; then he just left me alone with her dead body. I didn't understand at the time. After 3 days, someone found us and come and took me to the hospital to treat me. I was extremely underweight and dehydrated. Grace was on call that night and she treated me. She saw the burns and she knew not to touch me. After a few weeks, she and Carrick adopted me and took me home to Seattle where I met Elliot. I didn't talk at all, they would all try to get me to talk but just never did, I was never really close to them at the start. I was just always by myself scared of what was going to happen. They only reason I talked was Mia, one day she was crying so I shouted for Grace to help her because I couldn't sooth her myself. After that I talked a little more. I also became really close to Grace through the piano, I heard her playing one day and I went on joined her and then she started to teach me. The reason I wanted to help you so much is because deep down I just kept picturing the crack whore cold, hungry and alone and I couldn't let that happen to you Ana, I couldn't let you end up like she did. I just couldn't"

At some point of the story I started to cry. Ana crawls into my lap and wraps her arms around my neck; being careful not to touch my chest or back. She lays her head on my shoulder. She's in a slightly awkward position because she doesn't want to touch my chest so I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me so we are touch. She gasps and tries to pull back but I hold her closer and she moulds further into me. "I'm so sorry Christian" now she's crying with me.

We hold each other for a few more minutes, I decided I'll carry on my story when we've calmed down. She lifts her head up and looks into my eyes, I hear a cough behind me but I don't acknowledge it as it probably one of my staff and right now I'm trying to focus on Ana. She looks behind me and everything switches. She goes a pale as ghost, everything drains from her body, her eyes go cold, scared, petrified. She tenses and is now rock hard, she looks like she is about to faint or run and hide somewhere no one can find her.

"Well, Hello Miss Steel" I hear someone snigger behind us…..

Author's Notes: So Christian finally told Ana about his past, but there is still more she doesn't know. I wonder who is stood behind Christian that has Ana so scared? The story is starting to pick up and I am so excited for you all to see whats next! Hope you enjoyed the Clift hanger... Please review- Georgia Fifty