Chapter 14…

Christian drives us all to Jack's party. I'm sat in the passenger's seat and Kate, Elliot, and Mia are all in the back as he drives.

He keeps gazing over at me and I blush, smiling.

I don't think I'll ever stop blushing from his gaze.

He smiles and looks back out at the road.

When we arrive there are already tons of people here and I start to feel a little anxious. I've heard about these frat parties and none of them sounded like it was my type of scene.

Luckily, Christian and I can just keep ourselves to ourselves while everyone else drinks and enjoys the party.

Mia, Elliot, and Kate all started drinking at the house, but Christian and I decided against it.

Especially me. After last time, I don't ever want to repeat that feeling.

As we enter the house the smell of weed and alcohol poisons my nostrils and I scrunch my nose up a little.

This really isn't my scene what so ever. Why did I agree to come here again?

I wish I had taken Christian up on his offer of just spending time together.

"Hey Hey! Look who turned up!" Jack slurs drunkenly as he approaches us.

I feel Christian's hand slip around my waist, and honestly? It makes me feel safe and I enjoy the feeling.

I lean into his touch and my smile grows as I feel his lips come into contact with the top of my head in a peck of a kiss.

"Of course we turned up, jackass, why wouldn't we?" Mia rolls her eyes as sassy as ever and it makes me giggle slightly.

Jack laughs, high and drunk, not even having a clue what's going on.

My phone starts to ring in my bag and I quickly pull it out looking at the screen, Christian looking down at it too.

My Mom?

That's weird.

"Hey, I'm going to head outside to take this…I'll be right back" I smile up at him.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"It's okay, I'll be fine" I smile reassuringly.

He gives me a nod and leans down pecking my lips, "I'll go and grab us some water", I nod smiling pecking back before heading back out onto the front porch out of the smoke and music to answer.

"Mom?"

"Oh, my Annie! How are you, baby? It's been so long!"

"Hey Mom, yeah it's been a while…"

Maybe because you rarely call?

"I miss you, sweetheart, how are you? Where are you? It sounds pretty loud"

"I'm fine Mom, yeah I'm at a party"

"A party? That doesn't seem like you Annie, Are you okay?"

She sounds worried? Really? I don't hear from her in weeks and now she's worried? Urcchh!

"Yeah, I made some friends here unlike in Georgia and well, I'm going out more, doing things…you know, being an 18-year-old"

"Annie…this doesn't sound like you baby… Do you want to come and visit? Do you want me to come there?"

"No Mom, I'm fine really…I'm really enjoying it here actually, I love this College and I finally have friends, I've just never had that before"

"Well you know I'm always here for you sweetheart, for anything…"

"I know Mom…"

"How's your dad?" Like you care.

"He's good yeah, He's on another business trip this weekend, he's doing really well here"

"Are you staying at the house alone?"

"Yes Mom…I'm 18, almost 19, I'm fine…"

"I know but you'll always be my baby, I'll always worry".

Yeah if you say so, I mutter to myself.

"Anyway, I have to go, my friends are waiting for me…"

"Sweetheart wait, there's a reason I called…"

There always is, the only time she ever calls is if she wants something.

"And what's that?"

"Bob and I are getting married…I'd really like it if you could come down for the wedding? You could even bring one of your new friends down? We wouldn't mind, we just really want you to be there sweetheart"

Oh, my poor dad. I sigh sadly. My heart hurting at the thought.

"Does Dad know?"

"No..Not yet, but I will tell him I promise".

I stand there thinking, should I go? I know I'd feel guilty as hell if I didn't but…Honestly? I don't want to go. This is her fourth marriage and the thought of my Dad finding out breaks my heart.

I'm quickly brought out of my thoughts when Mia is running out shouting my name.

"Ana! Ana! It's Christian! Quickly!"

My eyes widen, Christian? Shit, what's happened. I start to panic.

"I'll think about it Mom and I'll call you tomorrow, I have to go I'm sorry" I press the red button hanging up on her before running up the steps and following Mia into the house.

"What's happened?!"

"He got into a fight with Jack!"

Oh shit.

I run quickly into the kitchen to find Jack pull a full swing against cheek sending him flying to the floor. I watch as Christian's face turns blood colored with anger and charges for jack sending him flying against the counter of the sink.

"Someone do something!" I panic, I can't get in between this.

I'm too small, too fragile. Where's Elliot?!

Jack swings for him again and then Christian back at him. I can see the blood dripping from Christian's eyebrow and Jack's lip.

I panic.

Luckily, Elliot soon comes rushing past, pushing everyone out of the way and grabs Christian with his two large arms and pulling Christian away.

"Yeah! You better run!" Jack smirks as Elliot pulls Christian further.

He's taunting him and I watch as Christians chest rises and falls rapidly. His nostrils flaring.

Elliot holds him away from Jack making Jack smirk more before he turns to make his way towards the stairs and up to the bathroom.

"Get off me!" Christian groans brushing Elliot off him.

"What the hell was that bro?" Elliot looks at him seriously.

"He's just a fucking dickhead, he deserves it!"

He shouts towards the stairs hoping Jack hears, but as he turns to wipe the drip of blood coming from his eyebrow, he notices me.

He looks at me.

I have tears in my eyes.

Why am I crying?

Am I crying because he's hurt?

Am I crying because I'm shaken up at the scene I've just witnessed?

I don't even know.

He moves to me and I take a little step back, I'm not scared, I'm just….overwhelmed.

His eyes widen as I step back and he looks defeated.

"Ana…" He whispers my name.

"Can we leave please?" I sniffle slightly and Mia moves to hug me.

"I'll get us a taxi back, you two go, just get him home Ana" Elliot looks to me and I nod turning to leave the house.

He's close behind me, I know he is. When We arrive at his car, I turn to look at him.

Shit, he looks worse out here.

"Ana…I'm sorry"

"Let's just leave"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere…maybe you should get that checked out, it looks pretty nasty," I say as I wipe my eyes to rid my tears.

"I'd rather just go home, It'll be fine" He shrugs pulling his keys out of his jeans pocket but winces as the fabric scraped across the broken skin on his knuckles.

"You're in no fit state to drive"

"Do you want to?"

"Drive?" My eyes widen.

"I mean yeah… just be careful with my baby" He tries to make a joke, and it makes me laugh, just a little, but it's something.

He hands me the keys before he climbs into the passenger side.

Shit.

He's actually trusting me to drive his car? He loves this damned thing. I feel privileged.

I start the car and he looks at me.

"Please be careful"

"Hey..I can drive pretty well"

"Pretty well doesn't sound confident" He teases.

I push my foot onto the gas and we start to move.

"So…do you want to tell me what happened back there?"

He looks away from me.

"He started talking shit about you"

Oh…

"What shit?" He looks at me.

"You really don't want to know.." He says seriously.

"I need to know, please?"

He sighs running his hand through his hair nervously.

"He was graphically describing how your body felt, the night you were drunk and how one day you'd be his"

Okay, now I feel a little sick. What a Jackass. I don't condone the fight, but Jack keeps taunting him and pushing him and he's trying to be better, but something triggered him.

Now I'm realizing, I've become one of his triggers.

"Are you mad at me?" He brings me out of my thoughts.

I simply shake my head. I can't be mad at him.

He shouldn't have got into a fight, no, but Jack shouldn't have said what he did either. I pull up into his driveway and stops the car. I sigh and turns to look at him.

"Will you stay here tonight?"

Should I?

Honestly? I really want to, but it's not me. It's not something I do.

But since I've arrived at this College, everything I've done is something I normally wouldn't do.

I've changed, I feel different. I feel a little more confident, a little less shy and honestly, this man in front of me, I can't get out of my head.

He makes my heart flutter and my stomach feel giddy. I don't think there is anything he could do to change that now.

My Dad is out of town again and honestly? I'd rather stay here.

I look up at him and nods.

I watch as his eyes widen in surprise and his shoulders loosen calmly.

He climbs out of his car and moves around to my side offering me his hand which I take willingly.

He walks me up to the steps, up to the house and opens the door.

His Mom is watering flowers inside when she smiles seeing us arrive, but then within a flash, her smile is gone and she's rushing to us.

"What happened to you?" She worries.

It's adorable how much she worries but I notice he shies away from her touch.

Poor Grace.

"I'm fine Mom, really… Ana's going to stay tonight okay?"

She looks at me with a look of surprise and I smile sweetly.

"Of course darling, I'll make an extra plate for breakfast"

"Oh, there's no need Mrs. Grey…I'll be fine…"

"Please, call me Grace and I won't take no for an answer" She smiles gently squeezing my hand and I nod.

"Thank you…"

She looks back to Christian with a small sad smile seeing his wound but doesn't press further.

I'm guessing she's used to this? She knows he doesn't like being touched.

She respects that.

She's such an amazing Mom and she's wonderful towards me too.

I wonder how she would react about the Christian and Mrs. Lincoln situation.

No Ana…Push that thought away right now. I scold myself.

Christian takes my hand, luckily pulling me out of my thoughts and guides me up to his room.

I sit at the edge of his bed nervously as I gaze around. It's familiar to me, nothing has really changed since the last time I stayed here. I watch as he moves into the bathroom grabbing a towel and wetting it, putting it to his eyebrow. I smile sadly before standing.

"hey come and sit down…Let me…"

He looks curiously but takes my spot on the bed handing me the towel. I gently dab it across his face, catching up all the blood and cleaning out the wound.

He's letting me touch him. He's letting me help him and he doesn't seem afraid. He doesn't shy away.

This is good.

His phone starts to ring with Elliot's name on the screen.

Then Mia starts to call me.

I look to Christian and he shakes his head, "I don't want to talk to them right now".

I nod, "Let me just text Mia to let her know we're okay" He nods in agreement and I grab my phone replying.

'Hey Mia, we're back at your place, Christian is fine, he's just tired but we're fine xx'

'Thank goodness! I was so worried! Thanks, Ana! We'll be back soon xx'

I click send and reads her reply before moving my attention back to his wound.

"I'm sorry about tonight, I didn't mean to ruin it," He says sincerely as he looks up at me as I'm concentrating on his wound.

"It's okay…Jack shouldn't have done that…I don't condone fighting, but I understand"

He smiles sadly and nods.

"You won't leave me?"

"Not this again…" I smile teasing and I gently cup his cheek making him look up at me.

"I won't leave unless you give me a reason to"

"I promise I won't" He leans up gently capturing my lips.

I kiss him back, dropping the towel to the ground as I gently put my hands to his shoulders.

He slowly stands and brushes his knuckles gently against my cheek.

"What are you doing to me" He whispers smiling before capturing my lips once more.

I'll never get tired of kissing him. The way our lips mold perfectly together. The way his tongue plays against mine.

I don't think there could be anyone but him.

We stay that way for a while longer before he takes a step back towards the bed. He gazes down at me and my heart rate quickens.

I can see it in his eyes.

He can see it in mine.

I just know it.

Be bold Ana, be bold.

I move my hands to the bottom of his t-shirt, keeping my eye contact with him.

I watch as his lips part slightly.

"I'm not going to tonight…we have time for that" He cups my cheek, "Do you trust me?".

His gaze fires into mine.

I suddenly find myself not able to speak. But I nod in reply.

What am I doing?

He leans down kissing me deeply, his kiss deeper and needy compared to usual but I like it. I'm enjoying it. Shit, what is happening. My body starts to react to his kiss, to his touch.

He turns us around and gently lays me down against his pillows.

"Now if you want me to stop…just say the words and I will"

I simply nod gazing up at him before he captures my lips once again.

I rest my hands on his biceps as we kiss.

Then…shit…his kisses move.

Along my jaw…

Just under my ear…

Then my neck as he bites down gently and sucks lightly at my skin.

I gasp at the feeling. It's setting fire to my whole body. It's so strange to me. No one has ever kissed me this way. No one has ever touched me this way. No one has ever made me feel this way.

But I find myself wanting more.

He pulls away from my neck and gazes down at me, "Are you okay?"

"Mhmm…" Is all I can manage to let out as my breathing quickens.

His lips curl into a smile and he keeps his gaze with mine as he shifts lower, his kisses move along my collar bone, down to the rising mound of my breast as it pokes slightly out the top of my dress as I'm laying down.

"You're so beautiful…" He whispers as he continues his kisses along my opposing collar bone. His trail of kisses lands at the other side of my figure and moves his kissing back up my neck, along my jaw and back to my lips.

"I'll get you one of my t-shirts to sleep in" He pecks my lips before standing off the bed moving to his wardrobe pulling out one hos his white t-shirts.

Why did he stop?

Shit.

That was nice. Too nice. His lips against my skin, it enlightened my body and my senses. I didn't want him to stop. I don't want to stop.

He hands me the t-shirt. I smile taking it before moving into the bathroom to change into it.

I pull off my dress and looks in the mirror at my figure.

Will he like me without my dress? I sigh before pulling his shirt over my head keeping my panties on. It's just like the first time I spent the night here. His shirt lands just above my knees and it's baggy and comfy.

I find myself looking at myself in the mirror once again.

I love wearing his shirts.

I pick up my dress moving back out into his bedroom.

He's pulling his shirt off. The way his muscles move under his skin. The way his frame stands tall and toned.

"Enjoying the view?"

Shit, he caught me watching him in the mirror. I blush as I see his eyes staring back at me in the reflection of the mirror.

"actually yes"

Be bold Ana, Be brave.

He laughs and I smile putting my dress on the chair and moves to sit at the edge of the bed.

"I'm enjoying the view too, I think my shirts look better on you" He grins causing me to giggle.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'll be okay," He says moving to stand in front of me, "How was uhm…did you enjoy..." I can see he's trying to word it properly, and when he gestures to the bed I bite my lip.

"It was nice…why…why did you stop…"

"I didn't want to push you too far, I still want to do this the right way, Take it slow, we have time…I want to treat you right and the way you deserve" He smiles more and I nod agreeing.

That's sweet of him.

Very gentlemanly.

Very chivalrous.

Just like my novels I love so dearly.

I'm falling deeper and deeper and deeper.

Falling deeper for Christian Grey.

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Sorry for the late update guys! I went to see Rita Ora's Phoenix tour and had to do a little bit of travelling so I haven't had a chance to upload. She kicked off the concert with the Fifty shades Freed song and it was AMAZING! Front row viewing for that was such an experience.

Anyway, here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy.