A/N. In this chapter Ana tells Christian about her attack at SIP. I'm aware that some parts are rather explicit. Unfortunately there are many people out there who also have suffered abuse, but I have tried to handle it as sensitively as possible.

I want to thank you for the time you take in reading my story and sharing your thoughts with me through the reviews and PM's I receive.

Alner.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of FSOG. They all belong to E.L. James.

Chapter 12 - CPOV

"Sir, in order to run a full and thorough background check on this fucker, I had to run a background check on Miss Steele, because we didn't have a name to start with." He says and looks at me. The normal, stoic looking Taylor is not there. Instead I see concern etched on his face.

"Just say it Taylor!"

"Ms. Steele is clean Sir, just like you predicted, but what raised a flag with Welch and me…is that she worked for nearly four months at SIP… she was the editing assistant of Jack Hyde…"

This can't be! Fucking Hyde…he makes an entrance again in my life.

"Are we talking about the same Jack Hyde that sabotaged Charlie Tango and managed to break in at Escala when I was in New York?"

"The one and only Sir." But looking at Taylor I see there is more.

"He is still in jail isn't he?" My heart is pounding so fucking hard…did he hurt her? If he hurt her I'm personally going to visit him in jail.

"Yes Sir, but remember when we found the video's of those girls?" He can't even look at me at this point.

"What Taylor!" I growl.

"Sir one of them was Ms. Steele. I'm sorry Sir."

In one move I wipe everything from my desk.

"Goddamint Taylor!" I grab my hear and pull it until it hurts.

"Did you watch the video Taylor? And how does it come that you just now found out about Ms. Steele being on one of those videos? Didn't you watch them all?."

"Yes, I did Sir and it was bad, very bad. And at the time we only looked at two of the videos Sir." He says.

"Tell me Taylor, I want to know everything."

Taylor stands up from his chair and starts pacing. His normal calm demeanor has vanished.

He takes a deep breath.

"The video starts with Ms. Steele bound with her hands on a hook in his office at SIP. She was only wearing her underwear. He was yelling things to her…like that she was a cock-tease and that he would teach her a lesson and show her who was in charge.

Ms. Steele was crying and begging him to let her go, but he only laughed at her saying that she would pay for avoiding him and for her smart mouth…I saw him rip off her panties Sir and he just kept touching her….… he then took a belt and hit her…you could hear Ms. Steele screaming and begging him to stop. Office security barged in when he had his pants down his ankles. One of the guys got Hyde and the other one released Ms. Steele." I see red. Mother fucking Hyde!

Andrea's voice comes through the intercom that is now laying somewhere on the floor.

"Sir your appointment has arrived."

"Cancel the meeting Andrea. Cancel all the meetings I have for today."

"But Sir…" she starts.

"Just fucking do it Andrea!"

"Taylor I want you to ask Barney and let him search in every fucking database if there are more of those videos. I want you to make sure, that Hyde doesn't have anything hidden anywhere.

I want you to call anyone you know in the Seattle police department and make sure that Hyde gets a cozy cellmate…who will remember him every day to not to touch innocent women."

"I already did Sir, but I takes time." He says.

"Just make it happen Taylor and send me all the police reports on Ms. Steele's case."

"What happened to that other fucker, her stepdad…what did you find out about him." I ask Taylor and I'm not sure if I want to hear it.

"He is dead Sir. He died three years ago in a bar fight."

"Good. I hope he rots in hell." My mind is on overdrive. I want to visit Hyde in jail and let him have it. Touching Ana in that way. God mother fucking son of a bitch.

"The minute you find something I want to know Taylor. And all the evidence, pictures, videos: you name it, of Ms. Steele has to be destroyed. "

I need to see her. I need Ana. I need to know she is all right.

"I also want to pay this low life a visit in jail and tell him…" But Taylor cuts me off.

"Sir, I don't think it's wise for you to pay him a visit, because with a due respect, I know what this visit will entail…"

"Fuck! Taylor, I didn't ask you for advice did I?" I bellow, but Taylor doesn't even flinch.

"No Sir, but as your head of security I will not allow you too. You have an excellent team of lawyers and you have … me…I promise you Sir, I will make sure his life will be a living hell in there. And another thing Sir, you should think of Ms. Steele."

Well I'll be damned. This is the first time that Taylor talked to me like this. And I know he is right, but I don't have to like it do I?

"Fine, but Taylor if that fucker if so much wipes his ass the wrong way, you are fired!"

"Of course Sir." He says.

I stand up and look around to the mess I created. Well fuck it.

"Sir, one more thing I would like to discuss." Taylor says.

I just look at him and wave with my hand and allow him to continue.

"I have this feeling Sir, that Hyde wasn't working alone."

"Why do you say that?" And that horrible feeling in my stomach and chest intensifies.

"Because it is almost impossible to work there for years and to be able to get through so many Assistants in such short amount of time without HR finding it suspicious . I have already started with background checks on employees who were employed there when he started working at SIP. The minute I find out something I will let you know."

"Thank you Taylor." I lean down with my elbows at my desk and pinch the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger.

"Taylor, Ana must be save at all times, nothing is allowed to happen to her…I...L…she is…"

Taylor is starting to shift uncomfortable but surprises me with his answer.

"I know Sir, and I will make sure that Ms. Steele is safe at all times. I took the liberty to assign a covert CPO for her Sir. His name is Luke Sawyer and he is one of the best."

I slowly lift my head and look at him "Is there more I should know Taylor?" I ask and raise my eyebrow.

"No Sir." Taylor is standing with his hands on his back and with squared shoulders, probably bracing himself to a shit load of screaming and cursing.

"Good, now let's get out of here."

I walk with Taylor to Andrea's desk. "Andrea I'm leaving for the day. Emergencies go to Ros or Taylor. My office is a mess, make sure to clean that up. Call Claude and ask him to meet me at the Escala gym in one hour."

"Taylor I'm going to Escala first to pick up my bag and after that I'm going to leave for Bainbridge Island. Oh, research motorcycles. I want to buy one. I prefer the same as Ms. Steele."

"Sir."

I walk to Ros' office and enter.

"Christian, what the hell is wrong with you…are you sick? You look like shit." Leave it to Ros to make someone feel better.

"No, I'm not sick..look Ros something personal has come up and I need to leave immediately. You are in charge. I will be back on Monday."

"Sure thing boss." She says.

I reach the door and turn around "Ross, I want you to look into SIP, it's a publishing office here in Seattle. I want all the details by Monday on my desk." I don't wait for her to answer, but walk away. She knows the drill.

I sit in my R8 in GEH's parking garage. I feel sick. The idea of Ana being hurt and touched by that mother fucking son of a bitch makes me livid.

I don't need to see the video to know what he did to Ana. I saw the other ones when we were investigating the Charlie Tango sabotage.

Entering Escala Mrs. Jones is nowhere to be seen. Reynolds enters the room "Good morning Sir."

"Reynolds, I'm meeting Claude in the gym in fifteen minutes, change clothes and join me."

"Sir."

I enter my bedroom and look at my bed and smile. I remember Ana laying there, so soft and sweet.

I can't wait to drive back to Bainbridge and hold her.

I hear my phone buzz in my pocket and check it. I see I have a text from Ana.

-This song reminded me of you. X Ana. Listen carefully to the lyrics ;-)

Attached I find an audio file. I click on it and listen to the song.

I sit on my bed and close my eyes and revel in the song. I have never heard this song before, but it's beautiful. She is falling for me…just like I am falling for her. Well, I actually love her, but if she is afraid to tell me her feelings, how the hell is she going to react if I tell her that I love her?

Never has someone affected me in the way Ana has.

I don't know, but I think I may be falling for you
Droppin' so quickly, maybe I should keep this to myself
Wait until I know you better

I am tryin' not to tell you, but I want to
I'm scared of what you'll say
So I'm hidin' what I'm feeling'
But I'm tired of holdin' this inside my head

I've been spendin' all my time just thinking 'bout you
I don't know what to do, I think I'm fallin' for you
I've been waitin' all my life, and now I found you
I don't know what to do, I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you

As I'm standin' here, and you hold my hand
Pull me towards you, and we start to dance
All around us, I see nobody
Here in silence, it's just you and me

I am tryin' not to tell you, but I want to
I'm scared of what you'll say
So I'm hidin' what I'm feelin'
But I'm tired of holdin' this inside my head

I've been spendin' all my time just thinkin' 'bout you
I don't know what to do, I think I'm fallin' for you
I've been waitin' all my life, and now I found you
I don't know what to do, I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you

Oh, I just can't take it, my heart is racin'
Emotions keep spinnin' out

I've been spendin' all my time just thinkin' 'bout you
I don't know what to do, I think I'm fallin' for you
I've been waitin' all my life, and now I found you
I don't know what to do, I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you, I think I'm fallin' for you

I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it, I want you all around me
And now I just can't hide it, I think I'm falling for you
I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it, I want you all around me
And now I just can't hide it, I think I'm falling for you
I'm falling for you, oh, oh, oh, no, no, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, I'm falling for you….

She is so strong. With everything she has been through she is still so strong and has such a positive outlook on the world. I have to tell her later what I've discovered about her and her time at SIP. That isn't going to be pretty.

I hope there was someone who took care of her and helped her.

As soon as the song is finished I stand up from the bed and walk into my closet. I put on my workout clothes and join Reynolds in the foyer.

"Focus Grey!" I hear Claude yell at me for the umpteenth time. He takes a few steps back and holds his hands up.

"I'm not going to spar with you when you are in this state Grey. Put yourself together man, where's your head?"

I extend my hands to Reynolds indicating for him to take of my gloves. Fuck. Claude kicked my ass. Big time.

"I think it's best if we called it a day Claude, I'll see you next week." and without even looking at him I leave the gym.

Standing in the shower the images of the videos Hyde had from the girls come into my mind. I feel such rage I punch the shower wall repeatedly until I see blood dripping from my knuckles. It should have been Hyde's fucking face instead of the bathroom tiles.

I step out of the shower and dry myself off. Fuck my hand hurts and there's a lot of blood. Fuck, I hope I don't need stitches.

I dress and walk into the kitchen with the towel draped around my hand. Mrs. Jones is standing there unpacking groceries.

"Oh Mr. Grey you startled me." her eyes automatically drift off to my hand.

"Sir…what happened to your hand." she asks and at the same time she calls Taylor to get the First Aid kit.

"I walked into the wall Mrs. Jones, would you please take a look at it and tell me if I need stitches?"

She pulls the towel from my hand and gasps. "Oh Mr. Grey, that doesn't look very good. I'm going to clean your hand and see what the damage is."

After a few minutes my hand is clean.

"Can you move your hand Sir? Maybe Taylor should drive you to the hospital and let it checked out?" Mrs. Jones says while inspecting my hand.

"Mrs. Jones, please apply some bandages to my knuckles to stop the bleeding and wrap with some gauze. Could I also get a cold compress? I think it will be fine. If the pain gets worse, I will call my mother." I try and close and open my hand, and if I should be honest, it hurts like a bitch, but I want to get to Ana as soon as possible.

"Sir I will take you to Bainbridge Island. Sawyer can drive the SUV." Taylor says.

I'm standing in front of Ana's door and it seems she isn't here. So I sit in one of the rocking chairs she has in the front porch.

I keep my gaze fixed into the distance and I see her coming into view packed with groceries.

She needs a fucking car. I have to convince her to let me buy her a car.

I run towards her and when we lock eyes I first see surprise, then her eyes dart to the bandage on my hand. She drops the groceries on the ground and runs the little distance to me.

"Christian, what are you doing here so early and what happened to your hand?" She gently takes my hand and brushes with her thumb across the bandage.

"You have blood! Christian what happened?"

Instead of answering her I take her in my arms and squeeze her into my chest.

"Christian, I can't breathe." She says smiling.

"Your hand Christian, what happened?" She asks again.

"I ran into the bathroom wall. It's fine Ana, it looks worse than it is. Come let's get into the house."

I take the bags from the ground and we start walking the short distance to the cottage.

"Have you been waiting long?" She asks

"No, not very long. I'm sorry I should of called, but I guess I wanted to surprise you." I say and hope she won't get mad.

"Well you surprised me! Help me remember to give you a spare key to the cottage, that way you won't have to wait outside another time."

That remark fills my chest with happiness. Since I don't trust my voice I just nod at her.

I'm sitting in one of the kitchen chairs while Ana is fixing us something to drink.

"Want to sit outside? The weather is so nice she says."

"Sure baby, let's go."

We manage to squeeze ourselves in one of the lounging chairs Ana has in the backyard.

"Are you going to tell me now what happened Christian, I can see you're upset about something. Is it the song I send you?" She asks and her beautiful blue eyes look shyly up at me.

"No! God No Ana, I loved the song, I already put it on my iPod. There is something else that I need to tell you and you have to promise me not to get mad." I feel her tense and she lets go of my hand she was holding.

"Just listen okay Ana. I want and need to be honest with you. After you told me about your mother's husband number three I had Taylor do a background check on him, but since I didn't know a name Taylor had to run a background check on you." I pause and wait for her to say something.

I hear her gasp. "Oh Christian, why? Why did you do it? I asked you to leave it alone." She stands up and walks further into her disheveled garden.

I walk to her and stand behind her without touching her. But I see the tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I needed to know everything about that fucker and I needed to make sure that he wasn't hurting another innocent girl anymore. I needed to make sure that he couldn't hurt you. I need to keep you safe Ana."

"What did you find out Christian?" Her voice sounds so sad.

"He's dead. He died three years ago in a bar fight."

"Ok" she replies. That's all? Just a simple Ok? He made her life a living hell and all she can say is Ok?

"But there is more isn't there Christian, what more did you find out?" She turns around facing me and she doesn't only look sad, but also pissed off.

"When Taylor looked into your background he found some disturbing things about your time at SIP…". I say quickly.

Both hands, that she had tucked in her jeans pocket fly to her mouth and I see the tears in her eyes fall onto her cheeks.

"No. No. No.! Noooooo!" Walking away from me, making her way toward the cottage Ana suddenly stops and starts vomiting.

I go to her and try to take her hair from falling into her face. But her reaction scares the shit out of me.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch my hair!" Yelling at me. She sits on the ground on her knees and starts to cry.

I immediately release her hair and sit next to her. Seeing her like this is tearing me apart. I want to hold her and comfort her so bad, but I don't think she wants that right now. So I keep quiet.

After a while her sobs have died away and when she starts talking her voice sounds distant and cold.

"The first time I met…Hyde at the job interview I had this bad feeling about him…I don't know exactly how to explain it, but I didn't trust him. He always gave me the creeps. At first I waved that feeling away and blamed myself for being paranoid, Ray died just a few weeks earlier and I didn't feel very good. Since I didn't want to spend the entire day in the apartment by myself I took the job. He was always asking me personal questions. If I had a boyfriend, who Ethan was, where I lived. He asked me out for a drink after work on several occasions, but I always managed to outsmart him or just decline the invitation. When I told Ethan, who was living with us at the apartment at the time, about Hyde, he insisted on picking me up from work. That seemed to work, because he backed off."

Taking in a labored breath "It changed when I got sick the day I should have gone with him to New York for a convention. After he came back, he was more aggressive, he was constantly invading my personal space and growled at me for everything. The last few weeks that I was working there he made me stay longer in the office, he gave me so much work that it was impossible for me to keep up. I always let Ethan know when I was working late and at what time he should pick me up."

Ana is still kneeling on the ground she looks up at me and her face is a mess with tears and her eyes look unbelievably sad and hurt.

I extend my hand and she reaches for it. She lays with her head on my lap and her knees are curled up at her stomach.

"The day he ….attacked me…I ..I had just send a message to Ethan that he could come and pick me up. I was in the office kitchen when he yelled for me to come into his office. When I didn't reply immediately he came barging into the kitchen, grabbed me by my…hair and dragged me to his office. He closed the door and told me to be very quiet and to do everything he told me otherwise my dearest friend Kate would get hurt. He showed me pictures of Kate, shopping at work, entering our apartment, on dates…I first tried to talk to him and calm him down, but he said that he hadn't given me permission to talk and he slapped me …he slapped me." She says and holds her cheek with her hand. "He told me to undress…and at first I thought of Ray…he always told me to distract someone…so I started talking, but then he grabbed my…hair again and I just did what he told me …I started undressing…I didn't fight him, because all that I could think about was him hurting Kate…I was shaking so badly that when I couldn't open the buttons of my shirt fast enough he…ripped it…"

She takes a deep breath and pulls her knees higher into her stomach. She is shaking and before continuing she wipes the tears of her face.

"I felt dirty, embarrassed and I was so angry…he…he ….tied my hands with a rope and hung me on a hook on his wall…at first he touched me…and he told me that he had me right where he wanted me…he…kept talking and talking…I didn't hear half of it, because I was begging him to release me…but he just laughed at me…then I heard him taking of his belt and started hitting me…again..and again…at first I concentrated on counting the hits in my head, but the pain was too much…I heard him open his fly and at the same moment the door opened and the office security came in with Ethan on their heels. If it wasn't for Ethan….he would of raped me."

She is staring into space and the tears have started again.

"I don't remember much of what happened after they rescued me from Hyde. The next day Mr. Roach, the CEO of SIP came to my apartment and told me that I was fired. From that point on the police got involved and I had to tell them what happened. Hyde was taken into custody and since there where witnesses that had seen what he was doing to me I didn't have to testify when he went to court. Later I heard from Ethan that they found …videos a lot of videos of him with other women."

"I believe that he is in jail at the moment. After a while I started receiving mail from him through his lawyer, trying to apologize and all that crap. I never read them. Ethan has them somewhere in case I should need them." Sighing she says "Ethan, who followed the trial, also told me that he was also charged with messing with some ones helicopter and a few other things I don't recall. So I guess he will stay in jail for a long time."

She lets out a big sigh.

"I guess that it was all my fault you know. I should have followed my instinct that he couldn't be trusted. But I just waved it off and kept my job, even if I didn't really need the money."

I have to close my eyes so I don't yell at her. Instead I brush the hair that has fallen into her face to the side.

"Ana, it wasn't your fault, how can you say something like that? Ana, it's not as you asked him to do that to you."

"I begged him to stop" She whispers "But I always begged mother's husband number three to stop and he never did…so maybe it's just me."

"Ana, will you please look at me" I say.

She sits up and faces me and I can't almost bear to look into those sad and hurt eyes. Taking both of her hands in mine I start talking.

"I understand why you think that it was all your fault, but you have to believe me when I say it wasn't. Nothing of what happened to you was your fault Ana…nothing." I swallow past the lump in my throat, because looking at her now is tearing me apart.

"Abusers are people who will go to all lengths to hurt. They deceive, lie and manipulate to get to their goal. You told me yourself the other day when I told you about my past. Do you think it was my fault that I got abused and beaten as a child by the pimp or when I was fifteen and was lured into a sick arrangement by a sick woman?"

Her eyes dart up to mine and I see fire in her eyes "No! Christian, never…but you where a little boy and you couldn't defend yourself…what they did to you was horrible and there was nothing you could do." She says and the tears start falling again.

"I'm going to tell you something Ana, and I want you to think about these words for the rest of your life…I think you are an incredibly strong woman. Most women would have been wallowing in self pity after what you've been through. Yet, you crawled back up and take care of others. When I told you the other day about me being in the lifestyle and making woman submit to me, you could have run, but instead you see past that and choose to be with me, because somehow you are able to see the good in me. You too are beautiful inside and out and I mean every fucking word."

"So, you aren't mad at me?"

"How could I be mad at you. I'm fucking pissed at that Hyde fucker, but baby I promise you he will never set foot outside of jail. Taylor is seeing into that."

"Does Taylor know Christian?" and her bottom lips start trembling.

"Yes, he does Ana."

"Christian, please don't talk about this with anyone…only Ethan knows. Kate knows I was attacked, but doesn't know how bad it was."

"I promise Ana, I won't mention it to anyone."

I pick her up and carry her to her room and place her on the bed. I take off her shoes and socks and pull the duvet down. I take off my own shoes and socks and climb in bed next to her pulling her into my arms. Her back to my chest.

"Thank you for not leaving me." she whispers and succumbs to sleep.

When I'm sure that she is fast asleep I kiss her beautiful hair and whisper "I love you Anastasia Steele."

APOV

I open my eyes and I'm met with beautiful gray ones.

"Were you watching me sleep?" I ask. God that's creepy.

"Yes" He says smiling. "I love watching you sleep, I could look at you forever Ana." He leans down placing a soft kiss on my nose. He is so sweet…well creepy but sweet.

I take his injured hand in mine and place a soft kiss on his bandage.

"Ok, now tell me what happened with your hand."

"When I found out what had happened to you I got really mad and punched the shower wall…repeatedly." He holds his hand in the air and opens and closes it.

"Well, that's pretty stupid. Does it hurt?" I ask taking his hand back into mine.

"A little, but it's no big deal. I have been hurt worse." He says looking at his injured hand.

"I will put some ice on it when we get downstairs for the swelling." And trace his fingers with mine. He has elegant, long fingers. I love his hands.

He turns around so he is facing me.

"You told me this afternoon, that Hyde was also charged for attempted murder on someone's helicopter." he says.

"Yes, but I don't remember the details Christian." I say letting out a sigh.

"It was my helicopter Ana. That fucker has a grudge against me, well not a grudge. He hates my guts. The fucker was probably very busy at the time, tempering with my helicopter, harassing you and following Kate." He shakes his head.

"Were you hurt. Why does he hate you?" I scoot closer to him and put my head on his chest.

"I wasn't hurt but the helicopter was pretty damaged. And the reason why he hates me? Well it seems that when the crack-whore died I was placed in a foster home for 2 months. Hyde was in the same foster home as me. When Grace and Carrick adopted me he got jealous and he never forgot. When I started to make a name for myself and my business began to expand, my name and face was plastered on every fucking newspaper, sometimes with my parents or with Elliot and Mia. I guess he made the connections and wanted revenge."

"Revenge for what?"I ask.

"He said to me that he was the one that should have been adopted by Carrick and Grace and that he should be the one with the success and money." He snorts "I built my company all by myself without anybody's help. My parents didn't even loan me the money to start."

"Then who gave you the money, or did you use your trust fund?"

"I left Harvard without graduating. My dad was livid. I showed him the business plan that I had made and told him that I needed $100,000.00 to start. He told me that he wouldn't loan it to me. He froze all of my accounts and my trust fund. I couldn't touch any of them. At first I lived with Elliot. After a few months my business started growing and I rented my own apartment. And the one who 'believed' in me was Elena Lincoln. She loaned me the money. I repaid her back a soon as I could and later on I helped her with her beauty salons."

The fucking bitch had him in a tight grip!

"Oh my god Christian, that gave her even more reasons to manipulate you."

"I know, but I didn't at the time. But she never interfered with my business, I simply didn't let her, because she tried in the beginning. I was the one who worked for almost 20 hours a day, not her. It was me. I was the one that had to sit in those hideous meetings with people sucking up at me to buy their business, I was the one that needed to stay focused, because one stupid slip up would mean that a lot of people could lose their jobs." He is now brushing his hand through his hair.

"How many people do you have working for you?" I ask

"40.000."

"Geez Christian, and now you are laying here with me in the middle of the day…and what about your work?"

He laughs. "Let me tell you Ana, since I started GEH I never have taken a day off…ever…so I think I'm entitled to some free time…and I trust Ros, my second in command. If there are emergencies they know how to reach me, so don't worry okay…I will do the worrying."

I sit up on the bed and take his hand. "Come let me look at this hand of yours and put some ice on it. Because if you think that a tiny little bruise is getting you off the hook from cooking tomorrow, you are wrong mister!" I say laughing.

He looks at me and pouts. That makes me laugh. Hot-shot billionaire pouting.

"Don't pout Christian!" I say and can't hide my smile

"Why not?" he asks and continues pouting.

"Because it has the same effect of me as this has on you." and I bite my lip.

"It does?! Well, then I guess I have to pout a lot more!" and he gives me his beautiful shy smile.

"Come one…let me take a look at your hand and we have to eat."

Downstairs I push Christian in one of the chairs and get my First-Aid kit. I pull a chair next to his and remove the bandage that is already dirty and a bit bloody.

His hand is swollen, bruised and he has abrasions on his knuckles.

"Jesus Christian, next time don't punch a wall okay? Are you sure you can move your hand and fingers properly?"

He opens and closes his hand and see him wince a little.

"It will be okay, in a few days I won't feel a thing." He says and kisses my neck.

"Don't distract me Christian, let me get the ice." I walk to the refrigerator and get some ice, wrap it in a kitchen towel and put it on his hand.

"Now leave it there for a little while and then I will put a clean bandage on it."

"How do you know all of this?" He asks

"Ray, my dad owned a wood-work shop. And he came home almost every day with a cut or a bruise."

I take his hand in mine and kiss it. "There that should do it…a kiss on your boo-boo" I say and wink. I take the First-Aid kit and walk to the cabinet, but before I get the chance to put it away Christian lifts me up put me on the kitchen sink. He is standing before me and his gray eyes bore into mine.

"I like your kisses." He says and trails kisses from my jaw to my collarbone, but then stops suddenly.

"Why are you stopping?" I say and my voice sounds annoyed.

"Ana, I don't want to … baby you just shared something horrible with me a few hours ago…".

"Then make me forget Christian…please".

"To make you forget, I need to make love to you." And then my stomach grumbles, "But first we need to eat, because Ana... what the hell is living in your stomach?" He says smirking playfully and pinches my stomach with his finger.

"That's the belly-monster" I say laughing. "God Christian, you are crazy". I say and smack his arm playfully.

"Yeah, crazy about you" he says pushing my hair carefully to one side and brushing his lips against my neck.

"And when we get back from dinner Ana, I'm going to make you forget, by making sweet and passionate love to you".

Song Ana sends to Christian: Falling for you – Colbie Caillat.