After we finish our make out session and I put my clothes on, I get up and walk to the desk. I sit in the comfy leather chair, and wait for him to sit beside me. Instead, he keeps standing, his hand on his chin looking deep in thought. He tells me that since we finished most of his childhood that we should get started when Grace saved him and how he became a Grey. So I set up the bullet points and get ready for him to tell me.

He tells me to have Grace's name switched to Meredith. I chuckle and ask him if he watches Grey's Anatomy. He looks at me, clearly confused. I just tell him nevermind and tell him to keep going. He told me how he thought she was an angel sent to save him, and how she did. How she saved his life. Then he went on to tell me how the doctors told her that there was no point in trying anymore, that I wouldn't make it with all of the blood loss and malnutrition I suffered.

I didn't realize it, but I felt tears run down my cheeks. I made sure he didn't see it though. How could someone do this to a child and just leave him to die? No wonder Christian feels like he never deserved love, it was taken away from him by his birth mother.

He goes on to how he didn't talk for two years when he went to live with the Greys. All he could think about is where his mom was and why did she leave him. He said that Grace babied him and made sure that she knew she loved him. But he never believed any of it. He was broken and why would anyone want a broken child. After a while, he goes on to talk about how Carrick was another person who saved him. He says that Carrick wouldn't leave him in foster care, not even for a day. He fought to get him home to the family Carrick said he deserved. Telling me that he was terrified of Carrick at first, because all he could think about was the pimp.

He said he finally started to open up when Mia was brought home and into his life. His first words were Mia. I can see the love he has for his little sister. At the age of seven he started playing the piano just to be good enough for his adoptive family. He never felt like he was good enough no matter what he did.

At this point he wanted to stop. He has been pacing this whole time, sadness showing on his beautiful face. I wanted to comfort him, but I know he hates it when he thinks people show pity or sympathy for him. It makes him feel like a weakling.

"How fast can you type Anastasia?" he asks.

"At least a hundred words a minute, though it would be better at ninety because I make less mistakes."

He raises an eyebrow. "Sometimes a slow hands good. Sometimes hard and fast is much better." he says casually. I squirm in my seat. I know that was a double meaning..

Before I could answer him he starts to walk out of the room, but looks back at me.

"I'm about to take a shower. You can join me if you want, or do whatever you want for the rest of the day. It's up to you." he walks out of the room, leaving me with an imagination that I didn't know I had.

I walk to the room he had shown me earlier and make my way towards the closet. It's huge in here, almost bigger than my bedroom. I walk to one of the drawers and fine silk gowns. Hell no. I then find some lingerie that shouldn't be legal. I groan when all I see through these drawers are mostly sexual attire. Maybe I can borrow one of Christian's t-shirts.

I walk upstairs to Christian's room and knock. No answer. He must still be in the shower. I open the door and I was right. I see a chester drawer by the window and head towards it. I open the first one and see a black t-shirt on top of everything. I grab it, but make my way to the bathroom. I don't want him thinking I'm some creep.

"Christian?" I look towards the shower and see the outline of his body. He slides the door open and grins when he sees me.

"Change your mind?" I shake my head.

"I'm not comfortable wearing Leila's clothing. I am borrowing one of your shirts."

"And who said you could borrow my shirt?"

"I did." I smirk at him. "What are you going to do about it Grey?"

"Absolutely nothing. I hope you sleep well Anastasia." he slides the glass door closed and I feel a little disappointed. I wanted him to give into his animal instincts and fuck me on that tiled floor.

You might as well give up. You're not going to win.

I roll my eyes and shoo away my conscious.

I walk back to the bedroom and look at the four post bed. It looks so inviting, like it's calling out for me. I walk over and sit down, testing the feel of the mattress. It's like laying in a pile of feathers. I crawl under the comforter and turn off the lamp on the table beside my bed.

I close my eyes and try to find my happy place but it doesn't work. I'm too anxious right now, and I just don't have the urge to fall asleep even though I am constantly yawning. I just didn't feel like I was at home.

I could hear Christian moving even though the walls had good soundproofing, but there was a constant squeak and tap. As I listened, the tap kept going, setting a rhythm. Was that his bed? Was he pleasuring himself?

I reached under the shirt I was wearing, the shirt that smelled like Christian, and pinched my already hard nipples. Electricity ran down my body, hitting at my pussy full force. I rolled onto my stomach, feeling the soft mattress beneath me, and slid one hand down my panties.

The tapping kept going. All I had to do was go upstairs and offer some excuse. I would stand in front of him, waiting for him to let me through his door.

I rolled onto my back, thinking it through. He wanted me and I wanted him. Maybe this would make him finally give into the temptation. Am I making the right decision, though? What if he wins, because I just couldn't take it anymore? I groan in irritation. The tapping finally stops and I think I finally made my decision.

I jump out of bed, and looked down. The night shirt shows off my firm breast and barely hides my lace covered bottom. The red lace reflects off my pale flesh. I went to freshen up in the bathroom.

My body was aching to be touched, my pussy already clenching at the thought of it all. What if he turns me down as part of his game? Don't think that way Ana, he knows that he wants to sleep with you. You two are going to be spending a large amount of time together. You should know that you would be sleeping together soon enough.

My body tingled in anticipation. I tiptoed up the stairs, now standing in front of his door. I knocked on his closed bedroom door, there was light showing through the edges below. At least I know he's still awake.

"Who is it?" he calls out. I know he's testing me.

"Who would be knocking on your door at this time of night besides your typer?"

"I have no idea who you are talking about." Fuck it.

I turn around and start walking away, until I hear the door open. Light awakens the dark hallway. His voice, deep and sexy as he says,

"Can't sleep?"

I turn around, feeling foolish in front of him, just wearing a shirt. My hard nipples on show for him as they poke out.

"I thought I heard something and I was curious."

"Sometimes I kick my foot while I'm reading."

He steps out of his room, wearing a pair of jogging pants and no shirt. The pants hang deliciously off his hips, and a trail of hair runs down the middle of his stomach.

"That makes sense." I say backing away. I shouldn't have come up here.

"Did you come up here to seduce me, Anastasia?" he smirks.

"No, like I said, I was curious." I swallow hard, as he steps towards me.

"Are you lying to me?"

"No." I squeak.

"Would you like to come into my room? Once you step through this door, everything changes Anastasia."

My pulse throbbed in my ears. What was I doing? My conscious whispered for me to turn around and keep the game going and try to win. I looked at Christian's face, then to his knowing eyes that can read anyone like an open book. My eyes run down his body taking in his defined muscles, his flat, muscular stomach, all the way down to his jogging pants. They couldn't hide his massive dick, as it was growing for me. I took in a deep breath, licking my lips, then I walked toward him, moving into his room.

I was barely through the door as he grabbed me roughly from behind. His lips found the back of my neck, causing me to melt into him. His hands were everywhere at once, on my breast and my hips and my legs. He pushed his cock against my ass, kissing my neck harder, holding me tight.

I spun around in his arms, taking his mouth against mine. He growled against my lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. We were moving backwards, and he pushed me back against the bed. I closed my eyes and he yanked my panties off.

Then he was on me, his jogging pants gone, and the tip of his cock at my entrance.

"Say it Anastasia. I won't fuck you until you say it." Damn female hormones!

"I want you to fuck me, now!" I say grabbing his face and bringing his lips to mine. I feel his chest rumble and next thing I know I feel his thickness fill me.

He pushed into me slower this time, sending off every nerve in my body. I moan tilting my head back. He kissed my neck hungrily as he thrust in and out of me, deeper and faster,My body moved with his, hips rising up to meet each thrust.

I pushed him off of me, and he fell onto his back. He opened his mouth to say something, but I was straddling him in seconds. I guided his hard, thick cock back into me. He filled me to the spot where I wanted him. As I rocked against him, I pulled the shirt over my head and threw it behind me where I was completely naked.

His eyes looked me up and down hungrily, gripping my hips tighter. I felt myself starting to come. I adjusted my position and moved my hands on either side of him. My breast were rubbing against his hot chest, making me almost reach the peak of it all. I grind down harder against him.

I moaned in ecstasy as a wave of relief came over me. He grunted and held my face with his hands, smashing our lips together. I felt him tense and realized he was coming as well. He groaned as his orgasm took over, both of us shaking as it fills our bodies.

That was the best sex I've had, but it soon ended. He pushed me off of him and got up and walking to the bathroom. I heard the door being locked. The shower was turned on and I waited for him for at least ten minutes but he never came out.

I fucked him out of my system, at least. I grab my panties and slip on the shirt, then go back to my room. I locked the door.