*Disclaimer:Although I own the rights to this fanfiction, I do not own the characters (even though I truly wished I owned Christian Grey lol) and I do not own the books, etc.


*Synopsis: (AU) – Anastasia Steele (24) is swamped in student loans and college costs and is at the verge of being dropped out of her classes, nearly graduating. Her long time friend, Jose Rodriguez (27) suggests his aunt Elena's exotic BDSM themed night club and helps Ana to get the job as a bartender. When one of the main show girls, Leila Williams (25) gets fired, Christian Grey (26), is left without a partner. Elena is then forced to approach Ana to take the slot. Will Ana take Elena's offer? Or will she run for the hills? OOC/HEA.


A/N: Sorry for the looooong wait guys. I have realized that I took longer than I wanted to myself. I want to say thank you to everyone that reviewed and wished my aunt well. THANKS SO MUCH! My aunt is doing pretty great now, considering she was on the ventilator. Again, thank you all SOOOOO much!

So I have received a lot of questions as to why and how Derek ended up at the costume party at Floggers with Leila. Well, I can't tell you, lol. Have to read to find out. But I will say this, I'm pretty sure that you all will be pretty shocked by the end of this chapter. Muahahaha!

Again, a little reminder that Elena is NOT a bad guy in my fic. It may seem at times that she is, but I swear SHE'S NOT! Lol. Anyways, I hope that yal enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Hopefully I can update more often now than before since I am no longer taking classes. I'm out til Fall. Again, I apologize for the long wait. You all are truly amazing!

Oh, by the way, no Christian POV in this chapter. Sorry guys! (Goes hide in a hole) lol. I've explained why below. Also, there is more poll news at the bottom as well. Thanks again!


-Chapter 11—The Ties That Bind Us-

Ana POV

I have half a mind to pull my .38 out of my purse and put a bullet between Derek's eyes, but not only would I lose my job, I would go to prison and Derek is not even worth it. I can't even begin to fathom any reason as to why my sick-minded stepbrother would be here at Floggers other than to get back at me. As a matter of fact, he made a promise by letter a month after he was imprisoned that I would be 'punished' for what I've done to him.

Done to him, my ass! He's the one who kidnapped me and tied me to his bed trying to rape me! I'm glad that his neighbor heard me, else I wouldn't be standing here today.

I grit my teeth because all I can picture in my head, in this very moment, is the many ways I want to annihilate him into a billion gazillion pieces of mush. And what the fuck does Leila have to do with this?!

She stands before me wearing a white spaghetti strap sports bra with a thin red and black plaid button up cotton shirt and blue denim short-shorts... seriously, they are so short, her ass is falling out of them.

Derek is in something you would see in like a warrior movie, but the boy in me recognizes his attire real quick. He's wearing an Assasin's Creed costume from an XBOX game I used to watch him play on rainy days after school. All before he attacked me, that is.

I swallow hard before crossing my arms under my breasts. "What the fuck are you doing here, Derek?" I growl through grit teeth. Leila laughs, wrapping her arms around his waist whilst she whispers into his ear before taking off onto the crowded dance floor.

"Now, Anastasia, is that how you greet your only brother?" he smiles, the fucking bastard!

I laugh devilishly, my heart full of hate in this very moment and he looks at me completely confused. "Actually, brother, I think it was a hell of a lot more polite than blowing your fucking brains out all over the freshly stained wooden floors."

"I'm impressed, Anastasia. Seems you are just as fucked up as me."

"You wish." I hiss. "You ever going to tell me why you are here? Came to do what you threatened to do seven years ago?"

He smiles tightly, but what happens next is something that I totally did not see coming. Before Derek can speak, Christian has him pinned against the wall, Taylor right behind him.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Steele?!" he seethes, putting enough pressure on the back of Derek's neck with his forearm to make a horse pass out.

"Just came to have a little fun." Derek barely gets out before Christian knees him in the back UFC style. I'm frozen in place by the events in front of me. I have no idea what to do or what to say at this point. And it's obvious that Taylor is enjoying what's happening here as he isn't doing his job of breaking up the guys.

"It's an invite only party. So why are you really here?" Christian asks once he restrains Derek against the wall again.

"I invited him."

My eyes go wide and Christian backs away from Derek and we all look over to see Elena crossing her arms and glaring at all of us.

"A word, Elena?" Christian fumes. "This isn't over." he whispers to Derek, shooting daggers towards him with his eyes. I honestly can't believe what just happened. I can't believe Derek came here of all places and what makes it even more confusing, Christian was right, this is an invite only party.

I clear my throat and begin heading towards the bar when Christian grabs my hand and pulls me to his office, Elena and Taylor not far behind. My heart begins to race because I have no idea why I have been brought into this conversation, unless... "Christian, I have customers waiting for me. I need to get back to the bar."

He ignores me and continues with Elena once the door is closed behind her. "Why the fuck is Derek here?"

"Because, I made a promise to his mother, my sister, that I would take him in once out of prison and he's here because I don't trust him alone in my house."

I gasp. Holy mother of Mary! She's his aunt? Surely Elena knows then that he is my stepbrother and that the reason he was in prison was because of me, right?

I'm shook out of my thoughts when Christian slams his fist down onto the desk hard. "Dammit, Elena! Has the blonde dye gone directly through your fucking scalp?"

Damn, I haven't seen Christian this mad before.

She looks confused and I look over to Christian shaking my head with wide eyes, protesting to what he's about to say.

"Get. Him. The. Fuck. Out! You brought him here, and you will make him leave. Understand? He's not allowed on the property as of right now and from now on. I don't want him anywhere near Anastasia again." he says low yet dominatingly angry.

"Anastasia?" she scoffs, "What does she have to do with this?" she asks, still confused, obviously, and I want nothing more than to shake her and tell her to put two and two together, but I don't. I don't want to talk about that night, nor do I want to go into detail about it.

"Christian, just drop it. I'm fine." I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose as I say it.

"Drop it?" he growls, "You want me to drop it? After everything he did to you?"

I huff a laugh. This is ridiculous! I need to take charge of this mess since technically it concerns only me. If I throw down the towel and allow Christian to dominate this situation, it will all make me look bad. In fact, if I was to allow Derek to be kicked out now, it would make me look weak, powerless to take control of my life and I'm neither. I don't want Derek to think that what he did to me changed my life forever, although I still wish that he wasn't here.

Suck it up, Steele. You're stronger than he thinks... hell, you're stronger than any of them think! Show them what you are made of!

"Enough!" I shout at Christian as I turn to face a shocked yet confused Elena. "Listen, Mrs. Lincoln. What Christian is saying is that Derek and I are unfortunately related by marriage. We hit it off on a rough start and honestly, I would rather see him rot in a hell cell for eternity."

My eyes lock with Christian's as I continue speaking to Elena. "Do not worry about kicking Derek out. I am a big girl and can take care of myself perfectly fine if Derek so chooses to come within five feet of me. So let's just go back out there and pretend that this conversation never happened because I don't feel like getting into any details. Period!" and with that, I turn on my heels and barge out of the office feeling pretty good about myself right now.

None of this is any of their fucking business' anyways! It's mine, and mine alone. I didn't need to vent about what Derek had done to me then, and I sure as hell am not going to worry about it now. Besides, Ray was right. Derek would be about dumb to try anything with me now, not to mention he's with Leila I'm-a-slut Williams. I'm sure with her devilish attitude, she has the bastard on a fucking leash.

All in all, I refuse to allow one detail of my past prevent me from living my life anymore. And as soon as I return to the bar, I intend on doing just that. Live my fucking life, and continue my job.


Once I make it back to the bar, I'm greeted by Jose, and I couldn't be more grateful. "Hey, sweetie. I saw what happened back there before Mr. High & Mighty drug you to his office. You okay, babe?"

I sigh, grabbing fruit to cut up to help relieve the tension in me that is ready to explode. "Never felt better." I grumble, trying to contain my anger before I take it out on Jose. "Sorry you had to see all of that. I'm completely embarrassed."

The music is electrifyingly alive right now and Elena's guests are continuing to crowd the large space of the seating and dance areas. Puddle of Mud is screaming about control in the background.

"Well, I must admit, it felt like I was walking into the Jerry Springer Show. I know you don't like talking about Derek, but why is he here, Bella?" Jose says, sinking down onto one of the bar stools.

I come to a complete halt and raise my head, my eyes following until they meet Jose's. I honestly don't know what to say. Jose is the only one who knows what happened between Derek and I. Okay, maybe not every detail, but he knows. And if it's one thing he knows better than anybody, it's the fact that I can't lie to him. I've never been able to hide my feelings from Jose Rodriguez.

"Elena is Derek's aunt also, Jose. Did you know that?"

He gasps, shockingly. "Holy hell, Annabelle. Are you serious?"

"Yup." I say, popping the P. I grab an orange and begin zesting it into a bowl. "She said it herself. Said that Derek's mother is her sister. Maria Blackwell sound familiar to you?" I say, exasperated already on this subject, but a part of me wants to know if Jose knew Derek's mother's side of the family besides Elena.

He tilts his head, squinting his eyes, deep in thought I assume. After a minute he slowly shakes his head from side to side, gazing at me with questioning eyes. "The name sounds familiar. But I'm not seeing a face. If she's Elena and my dad's sister, it must have been a half sister because most of the family I know is Rodriguez's. Sorry, babe." he says, shrugging apologetically.

I sigh, returning to my duties of cutting the orange into slices that I started on viciously when suddenly I spot a pair of gray eyes behind Jose. I don't want to talk to him right now after how he acted. I know he may be in this awkward protective mode, but Christian can't fight my battles and I sure as hell don't want him to. I hardly know the man for God's sake!

"Can we talk?" Christian asks, as he approaches the bar. I purposely ignore him whilst I continue assaulting the fruit with the knife.

"I think I hear El calling me. See ya laters, Ana." Jose says, banging on the bar as if it were bongo's. I roll my eyes and turn my attention to a man whom just saved me the burden of having a conversation with Christian.

"What can I get you?" I say to the man as I wipe my hands on a towel.

"You can't ignore me all night, Anastasia. We need to talk." Christian chimes in before the man can even order. I glare at him before ignoring him once again to tend to the patron. The man finally orders without interruption and I turn to grab four shot glasses and vodka.

"You're going to have to talk to me eventually, Anastasia."

"Why?" I say without looking at him.

"Because for one, I'm your boss—"

I slam the vodka bottle down onto the bar, interrupting Christian after pouring the man's drinks and wait for him to walk away before the showdown between Christian and I goes down. "Is that an order then?"

"What?"

"That I talk to you?"

"Yes."

"Then I quit." I walk off from the bar and head towards the office to speak with Elena about my resignation to Floggers, only to find the office empty. When I turn around, I find Christian closing the door and locking it behind him. "Move." I growl.

"No." he deadpans, crossing his arms as he blocks the door. "You're not going anywhere until we talk about earlier."

I raise a brow, my mouth gaped open. I can't believe he just told me I couldn't leave. Surprisingly, I begin laughing. Hysterically.

"Something amusing you, Miss Steele?"

"In fact there is. I find it completely hilarious that within a short time, and an office fuck later that you think you can waltz in and take over my life as if it were an offering for you, when that just isn't the case. I told you my independence means everything to me, and that includes decisions involving my life history."

"I'm only trying to help you. Why is it so difficult for you to see that."

"I. Don't. Need. Your help." I hiss, fuming at this point. Once again, I never gave the man the impression to help me. "The only reason I returned to Floggers—despite the fact that you paid off my school expenses—was so that I could pay you back, which I still intend on doing. But I'm not a damsel in distress. I can take care of myself, I have for years!" I'm yelling now, my body shaking with both anger and arousal as this argument takes me back to when we argued at GEH and fucked in his office.

"I don't understand why you're even getting angry with me... again."

"Because you can't leave well enough alone, Christian. What happened between Derek and I is in the past, so leave it there. I can take care of him if I need to. My dad is ex-military and has trained me well in the line of self-defense, not to mention he bought me a gun."

Well, this surprises him as his eyes give him away completely. "You own a gun?"

"Yes. I have great aim, too. And you would do well to remember that, Mr. Grey."

"Are you threatening me?" he asks as he saunters over towards me with a smirk plastered on his face. This time, I refuse to back up. I choose to stand my ground.

"Maybe." I whisper as the proximity between us grows and grows until it's almost difficult to breathe. Almost. He's as close as he was to me in GEH and my heart begins to race.

"So you like playing with guns, huh?" he murmurs, our eyes locked.

A shiver runs down my spine. All the anger from earlier has semi-vanished. The way he's looking at me makes my legs feel like Jell-O, and my mouth is suddenly dry. Light prickles start from the soles of my feet and radiate all the way up to my scalp. I swallow hard, not knowing where exactly he plans to take this, but if I am correct, his eyes feign hunger, and not the food-type of hunger, neither.

"So what if I do?" I snap, trying my best to keep my anger glare in tact.

He bends forward and I think he's going to kiss me, but instead he traces the shell of my ear with his tongue causing a delicious pulse to match my erratic heartbeat in between my legs.

I'm so fucked now as my body shifts into full blown desire for this man. I knew when the words left my mouth that I would never fuck him again that I was lying. I need to feel him. I want him to touch me and take away all thoughts of Derek away from me. Replace my darkened past with beautiful hardcore fuck. I know I sound desperate right now, but one thing is for certain, I need this to happen. Honestly, I don't give a fuck anymore.

Obviously he senses my anger still floating around as he whispers, "If you're mad at me baby, there is only one solution to that problem. Take it out on me, Anastasia, and don't hold back." I whimper a moan at his words as his lips find that sensitive spot below my ear when he continues, "And if guns are what you're interested in, then why don't you play with mine. It's fully loaded as we speak."

Oh, Dear God!

That's all it takes for me to pounce on him. My lips instantly crash against his and he responds quickly, kissing me back viciously. No, animalistically suites it better. Tongues twisting, teeth clashing, lip biting animalistic type of kiss, in fact.

He turns our bodies around until he's sitting on the desk, me straddling him as our tongues twirl and dance to the tune of our gasps and groans. I grind against him, rubbing my most sensitive area against his hardened erection through his pants, then I sit back unbuttoning his vest before pushing it off his shoulders in desperation.

"You're so fucking sexy when you're mad." he rasps before our lips lock in yet another fast, tongue twisting kiss. The friction of our bodies moving against each other is making me build quickly so in order to last, I crawl off his body until I'm standing in front of him, pulling my dress up and over my body ever so slowly.

"Fuck." he whispers when he sees that I'm wearing a lacy black bra and matching thong under the confinements of my dress. He reaches out to touch me, but I think I want to play with him a little while longer.

I take a few steps back and run my hands through my hair and down my body in a slow sexual manner. I know he likes what he sees because he's panting now, his eyes are darker than before and his pants are beginning to look painful from how hard he is right now.

I spin around, turning my head to watch his reaction whilst giving him a good look at my backside before reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. He swears under his breath as the straps crawl down my shoulders and slip off my arms, my bra hitting the floor and he removes his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt.

Slowly, I turn around to face him. Most women would probably cover their breasts. Me on the other hand, I raise my hands up into my hair, pushing it all up to the top of my head which causes my breasts to raise on full display.

"You're so beautiful, Anastasia."

I smile seductively, sauntering slowly towards him. I know this is killing him. But I love it and besides, he told me to not hold back, so I'm not. Instead, my goal is to make him cream his pants before I even begin.

Well, at least, I thought so anyways. Christian, not so much.

He grasps my hips with both of his hands, pulling me closer to him. Images of the many ways to take it out on him run through my mind, and I grin deviously when I find the perfect way to get back at him.

I fall to my knees, forcefully pulling at his belt to unbuckle it, followed by ripping it out of the loops and letting it drop to the floor with a loud thud. I make short work of his pants, and he lifts up slightly to assist me removing them from around his waist along with his black Calvin Klein's, springing his beautiful large cock free.

He runs his long fingers through my hair, pulling it on top of my head in a make-shift messy bun as I take him into my mouth. Mmm, he tastes so good.

"Oh, God!" he whimpers a groan from deep within his throat and I begin bobbing my head, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him into submission. He fucked up the moment he gave me full control to take my anger out on him. He should have known better.

I can tell he's getting close to his release as he thrusts his hips to fuck my mouth. Once his grunts become more frantic and louder I remove my mouth with a pop, smiling up at him under hooded lashes.

"Jesus! Why'd you stop?" he pants, out of breath.

"Because I'm getting to the best part." I whisper into his ear, pulling the lobe with my teeth. He doesn't waist any time shoving all of the contents off the desk, including the computer, all in different areas of the floor.

I shove him back against the desk, pushing him gently to lay down. His erection flinches and I know he's at the point of combusting. Removing my thong, I climb on top of him, straddling him causing him to groan in satisfaction. I can feel his heart beat drumming against his chest, his breathing has increased and he's moving his hips.

"Ana." he breathes, and I answer him by tracing my tongue over his lips before sticking it into his mouth. He responds instantly, cupping my face as he thrusts his tongue against mine. I moan into his mouth, raising up and reaching between us to grab his firm twitching erection.

His eyes grow wide when I position him to my entrance. And I know why he's freaking out. He's not wearing a condom. "No worries, I'm clean." I say, sliding my hand up then back down his thick shaft. "Plus, I'm on the pill. If you want, we can pull up my record right now and continue this after the party." I add.

He shakes his head. "No, I believe you. I'm clean, too. Just so you know. I hate condoms anyways."

"Oh, me, too." I whisper, bending down to take his lips as I slide down onto his erect member. "Ah!" I cry out, raising my body up and throwing my long chestnut hair back as I arch my back. God, this feels so good. But I'm not too sure that I'll ever get used to his size.

"Fuck, Ana!" he growls seductively, closing his eyes. "Let me take care of you." he groans, and I adjust my body to help create the best friction, placing my right hand onto his chest, I use my left one to run through my hair as I begin to ride him slowly.

"No!" I breathe as I move up then back down, rolling my hips forward then backwards, grinding against him.

Suddenly, he raises up in a sitting position, our noses touch and my eyes open to his gray ones. He lifts the hand I had resting on his chest, placing butterfly kisses on my wrist and palm, placing it on the back of his neck. His other hand is gripping my hip painfully. But I welcome the pain for it feels surprisingly exquisite; the mixture of that pain with the pleasure of his erection hitting my G-spot, over and over as I begin bouncing on him hard is simply amazing. He finally lowers his head to my breast and latches his mouth on the tender flesh, sucking and biting my nipple.

I place my arms onto his shoulders, running my fingers through his hair and he groans loudly when I pull it, giving me access to his neck. I latch my mouth onto his adam's apple, sucking, biting and licking the area as well as kissing it. I can feel my insides begin to quicken, so I speed up my pace causing this slapping noise of our bodies coming together.

"Jesus! I love it when you're mad at me!" he howls in a low growl.

I'm gasping audible whimpers with each rapid thrust and he soon makes it even better when he stands up, smacking my ass in the process as he pushes me against the wall, fucking me even harder and faster than I was him on the desk. He's taking full control, and i must admit, i love it.

I yelp as my back makes contact with the cold wall and he squeezes my ass cheeks in each hand as continues his punishing rhythm, smacking his pelvis onto me harder, pounding me into the wall. Oh, Dear God! It feels even better this way; deeper even.

He takes one of his hands, grasping my chin as he grunts, "You're mine, Anastasia."

"Fuck you!" I gasp, looking into his eyes.

He chuckles. "You and that smart mouth, Miss Steele. We're going to have to fix that." he mumbles, pressing his lips against mine once more for a fiery heated kiss. A sheen of sweat is visible on us, making our bodies sticky and slippery at the same time.

"Harder!" I whisper against his lips.

"Fuck yes!" he groans, pounding me harder into the wall and if it weren't for the loud music, I know everyone would hear us right now. In fact, I'm worried about us going plum through the wall. But oh, God, it feels so good!

"Faster!" I yelp sinking my teeth into his shoulder to stifle myself from completely screaming in ecstasy.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck Yes!" he yells, grasping me under my knees, spreading my legs out to the point my feet are resting on his shoulders as he pumps his erection into me rapidly. Oh, fuck! It feels like he's going to rip me in half. He licks the pad of his thumb and begins rubbing my clit in delicious circles. My body begins trembling in pleasure as liquid fire courses through my veins setting my body on fire. My forehead is resting on his and our eyes are locked. Blue to gray. "I'm right there, Ana! Fuck! Come with me. Come now!"

"Oh, God! Christian!" I scream as my orgasm rips through me as he empties his seed in me at the same time. I'm panting whimpers, desperately holding onto him for dear life while I try to catch my breath. If I let go of him now, I'll fall completely into the floor, and I doubt I'll make it out of the floor after that.

Jesus, the things this man does to me!


While we dress, I can't help but stare at him, watching how his muscles flex with every single motion of his body. He truly is a beautiful man. But I look away, biting my bottom lip as my heart begins to ache. What I am starting to feel seems ridiculous because of the short amount of time knowing Christian, but I just can't help it. I'm falling hard, very fast and I don't think that that's a good thing.

I can't help but laugh at how ironic this situation is that we've managed to fuck in both of his places of work, in his office. It's Deja Vu, if you ask me.

Once dressed, we both smile at each other before heading towards the door. But he stops me when I open the door, closing it back.

"Ana." he whispers, cupping my face to kiss me softly. "Jesus. What are you doing to me?" he breathes, still in whisper. Something tells me that that statement means something to him from deep inside of his soul, but I shrug those thoughts for now and head back out to the bar.

What I see waiting for me, ruins my moment with Christian.

"Anastasia." Derek greets me. "There you are. I was looking for you hoping I could get a shot or two of whiskey."

I notice Leila is standing there glaring at me as if she could go through me. It isn't until I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist from behind me that I realize why she's looking at me like that. Christian kisses my cheek, whispering in my ear, "Thank you for earlier. If you need me, I'll be backstage. And i meant what i said. Let me take care of you, baby." I nod in way of dismissing him, turning my head to give him a quick kiss on his lips. Leila looks completely stunned, and i bite my lip to stifle the fit of giggles threatening to escape me.

I sit down two shot glasses and pour them some whiskey. Before Leila can grab her drink, Elena grabs it, slinging it back and I can't help but smile at Leila's reaction to it all. She's staring at Elena with full blown hate. Without taking her eyes off Leila, Elena sits the glass back down onto the bar and says, "Anastasia, I need you to head to the back to get prepared for tonight's show. Tonight, you're going on stage with the rest of the girls as my main show-girl. In the meantime, however, Derek and Leila are not invited."

My jaw literally drops to the floor. Holy shit! Go Elena! But wait, I'm going on stage? Tonight?!

"Elena, I can't—"

She turns to me, glaring at me. "Anastasia." she warns, and I sigh in defeat. I mean, yeah, I was planning on telling her that I accept the job, but I was hoping that I would be able to wait until Wednesday night to go on stage.

Dammit!

I sigh. "Yes, Ma'am." I mutter. I'm actually shocked at how excited I am right now about going on stage. I was totally against it before.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that Christian is going to be your partner and you would get more time with him.

I smile. Maybe.

But before I leave the bar, I hear Elena shout for Taylor. "Taylor! Remove these two immediately. And make sure that they are not allowed back in, or you're fired!"

"Certainly, Ma'am."

I walk away with a smile on my face, sighing as the weight of having Derek around has been lifted off my shoulders. Although, I am pretty proud of myself. I kept control of the situation. But deep down, I know within my heart that this will not be last time I see Derek Steele and Leila Williams.


**So what made Elena decide to have her nephew and Leila removed? What do you think happens next? And what do you think Christian will think about Anastasia dancing without him?

I have several songs picked out (which I will use eventually in this story) but I want to know if you all can guess which one I will be using for Anastasia's first stage appearance. The choices are:

-Gimme More—Britney Spears

-Flesh—Simon Curtis

-Desire—Meg Myers

-Feel Me—Mecca Kalani

-A Little Death—The Neighborhood

Be sure to listen to each song before making your choice. There is a poll up!

THE PINS ARE UP! Song used in this chapter was Control by Puddle of Mud.

Anyways, I know that Christian POV is wanted, but I'm saving him for next chapter instead. I hope yal stick with me. I figured since I waited so long I would add a lemon. How did I do? You know what to do! XOXO!