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So, after a weekend in a 3-bedroom cabin with 4 children and 4 adults, a six hour trip through Sydney traffic, and taking care of a toddler with conjunctivitis...I have finally finished this chapter!

I have had a plan for this story since the beginning. I have wrote out what I wanted to happen in every chapter. These next few chapters were the ones I have been looking forward to writing the most. All the secrets will be revealed...that includes Grace's death.

Chapter 14

"…We the undersigned have read and understood fully the provisions of this contract. We freely accept the terms of this contract and have acknowledged this by our signatures below"

I didn't understand what I just read. Yes, I understood that this was a contract for a BDSM relationship. I understood what a Dominant and a Submissive were. I understood their roles in this relationship and what would be expected from them. What I didn't understand was how Christian could be this man? The man that would've written and signed this contract was completely different to the one sitting across from me.

He didn't say a word as I read it. He chewed on his fingernail. His leg was bouncing under the table. His eyes were locked on mine. He was waiting for me to say something. I had so many questions and so many things to say, but I just couldn't get any words out.

So many things made sense to me now. Christian's attitude towards normal relationships had confused me in the past. I didn't understand how such a handsome, successful, and wealthy, man could go his life without having girlfriend. He didn't want a girlfriend because he was in a different kind of relationship.

There were things that his brother and sister had said to me the night of the party that had confused me. Elliot had had assumed that I was one of his girls. Mia had told me to run as far and as fast as I could away from Christian. She told me she didn't want me to be like his other girls. His family knew about this…lifestyle.

This was all so confusing…

"Do you have any questions?"

I didn't know what to say.

"Ana, say something. Yell at me. Tell me I am a monster. Tell me that you're disgusted with me. Say something, please"

There was one question that I desperately needed answered before I could go on. "Is this what you want from me, Christian? Do you want me to be your…Submissive?"

"No!" He quickly reaches across the table to grasp my hand "I don't want to have that relationship with you. I don't want to be your Dom. I have stepped away from that lifestyle and I am not going back. I only showed you the contract because it is the easiest way for me to explain everything to you. I wanted you to understand that the interactions I had with my submissive's were always consensual and we both knew what we were getting into"

"So, there was more than one woman who you had this kind of relationship with?"

"Yes"

"How many?"

He takes a moment to think about it. That doesn't make me feel any better. "There have been nineteen over the past nine years. Though, this past year I haven't been very active in the lifestyle"

I wasn't angry that he practiced BDSM. I wasn't thrilled about it either. I wasn't sure how I felt or how I was supposed to react to this information. The only emotion I was feeling right now was confusion.

I am then reminded of what Christian told me last night about Elena. She had offered him control and sex. They had an agreement between them and they had certain acts that they had to perform. Christian had been punished in the past for disobeying the rules.

"Did you have a BDSM relationship with Elena Lincoln? Were you her Dom?"

"No" He quickly says "I was her submissive for six years. Once Elena and I were finished, I then switched roles and became a Dom. She helped me find submissive's that suited my requirements best. She understood what I needed"

"Do you still need submissive's?" I ask. I couldn't hide the hurt in my voice. "Because I want to be with you, Christian, but I don't think I can give you this. I can't be the girl who would happily give up her control and will to you. If you think you can train me into being that girl-"

"I don't want that" He says with a frustrated sigh. He moves from his wooden chair. He walks around the glass table and kneels down in front of me. He takes my hands in his and looks me in the eyes. "I stepped away from that lifestyle. When I first met you, I thought that I wanted you to be my sub. You captured my attention the moment I stepped inside that Hardware Store"

"You're too innocent, sweet, loving, and gentle, for me to ever do to you the things I did to Sub's in the past. The things I have done disgusts me. My family found out about me being a Dom. My little sister can't even look me in the eyes. The last thing that my mother would've thought of me before she died was that I am a monster"

"I don't want to be that man anymore. I was always ashamed of myself and the lifestyle that I was hiding. With you, I forget that I am that man. I feel like a completely different person, and I like this person a lot more than the miserable, depressed, isolated Christian that I was a year ago"

He bows his head down in shame.

"I understand if you want nothing to do with me now…"

I let go of his hands and pulled them out of his tight grip "Christian…" I gently run my fingers through his dark hair. I moved my hands to his jaw and lifted his head to look me in the eyes again "I don't know how to feel right now. I don't know what to think of that contract. I don't understand the BDSM lifestyle. I am so confused right now"

"I should never have given you that contract…It was too much for you to take in. I fucked up didn't I?"

I could see the look of deflation in his eyes. I moved my hands to rest on either side of his stubbly jaw "As confused as I am, the only thing I know for sure right is that…I am falling madly in love with you, Christian Grey"

His head perked up in surprise. He really had thought that I was going to walk away from him. "You are? You don't want to walk away?"

"No!" I say. I can't help but smile at his look of shock and surprise "If you tell me that you're done with that lifestyle and you don't need it anymore, than I believe you. As long as you're honest with me, than I am okay"

He let out a breath of relief. His head rested on my thighs "Oh, thank fuck" He raised his head to look me in the eyes again "I am done, Ana. I have been done for the past year. I want you, I want to be with you, and I want a life with you!"

He rose off the ground and brought his lips to mine again. He kissed my lips tenderly. I could feel the urgency in his kiss. He had been so scared that I would walk away. His past lifestyle confused me and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. That didn't mean that I was going to walk away from him. I knew that I was madly in love with this man and I saw myself having a future with him. I wasn't going to throw that possible future away because Christian didn't have a…traditional past when it came to relationships.

"I need you" He said against my lips. His moved down my jaw and then down to my neck, causing me to moan out. "I need to make love to you, Baby"

I eagerly shook my head. My arms circled his neck and in a heartbeat he lifted me into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist with his hands tightly holding the back of my thighs. He walked me inside with his lips still on mine. My fingers ran through his hair and pulled at the ends of it. I wanted to feel as close to him as I possibly could.

As he walked me upstairs, I opened the buttons of his white button down shirt. I pulled it down his strong shoulders; he wriggled out of it and dropped his shirt somewhere on our path to the bedroom. I kicked off my heels and they fell down the U shaped stairs. I pulled my arms out of the thick straps of my dress. I wanted to get our clothes off, pronto.

He set me on my feet again once we were in the bedroom. He had to bend down in order to kiss me, which I found strangely sexy. His hands move up the side of my body and wrapped around my back. They found the zipper of my dress which he swiftly pulled down. My dress fell off my body and dropped to the floor. I kicked it aside.

His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, bringing it closer to his lips. "I am not going to be happy with just a weekend away with you, Anastasia" He said as he continued kissing down my neck. His fingers caressed the side of my breasts. He dropped down to his knees and started to kiss down my stomach "I want the week away with you, Anastasia. Name any place in the world and we'll leave tomorrow. Where do you want to go?"

I open my eyes and look down into his grey ones "We can't just…leave. You have to work"

"I don't care about that. I have my phone. I have my laptop. I can work from anywhere. Tell me where you want to go?"

I can't stop the smile that spreads over my face. I start laughing and shaking my head "Christian, I am happy here with you. We could be in a trashy hotel in Seattle, and I wouldn't care. I just want to spend time with you"

He grins "Okay" His lips returned to kissing down my stomach. They kissed just above the band of my lacy panties. "Then we'll stay here in The Hampton's for a week…"

He pulled my underwear down my legs and I stepped out of it. I stepped back until the back of my knees connected with the bed. I fell back on the soft mattress and Christian followed. He pressed a hand against the inside of my thighs, opening them to him. I felt his lips press against my thigh. I knew what was coming next, and I shivered with anticipation. His lips continued moving further and further up my thigh.

"Oh..."I gasped out as his lips pressed against me. My hips bucked up and he placed a firm hand on my stomach, holding me down as his lips began to pleasure me. I shut my eyes and let my teeth sunk into my lip. "Oh…my…god"

He opened my thighs further, and his lips pressed harder against me "Open your eyes, Anastasia"

I opened them and looked down to his intense grey eyes. I moaned out loudly. For the first time, we could be as loud as we wanted. We weren't in a club, or in the back of a car, or in a bathroom, or in a Jet. For the first time, we were truly alone.

It didn't take much for me to orgasm. I squirmed on top of the soft bed and Christian held me down. My fingers fisted in his copper hair as I called out. My stomach began to quiver and my thighs trembled "Christian…Oh, my god…"

Once my orgasm subsided, Christian moved up my body again. He kissed me hard. His hands moved under my arms, he lifted me with ease and threw me higher up the bed. He pulled his shorts and then his boxers down and crawled up the bed until he was kneeling between my thighs. He looked so unbelievably sexy right now.

He reached above me to the bedside table and pulled a condom out of the box of fifty. I confidently took it from him and ripped open the foil packet. I reached out and stroked his rigid, hard, member in my hands. He let out a low groan. I very carefully slid the condom on; I didn't want to make a mistake when it came to birth control.

He bent down and captured my lips in a soft, loving kiss. I was surprised at how gentle he was being. All our sexual encounters had been heated, feverish, frenzied, moments. "I want to take this slow" He said against my lips. He covered my body with his and reached between us to guide himself inside me. I moaned out as slowly, inch by inch he filled me.

"Oh…" My forehead rested against his shoulder. It didn't matter how many times we have had sex, my body still needed a minute to accommodate him.

He set the soft rhythm and I raised my hips to meet his every movement. He moved a hand behind my neck to keep my eyes locked on his. I couldn't look away from his dilated, grey eyes. He was taking this slow, and he was making love to me.

I let my hands roam over his body, from his muscly back, to his strong biceps. I loved every inch of his handsome body. I pressed my lips to his neck and then to his chest. I heard him groan out in a strained voice "Fuck, Anastasia, I don't want to cum yet…I don't want to stop…"

He stopped his movement and reached up to the wooden headboard above my head. He grabbed it painfully tight until his knuckles turned white. He was straining to hold onto control, and I loved that. I loved that I could do this to him. I loved that I could make him feel the same amount of pleasure as I felt when I am with him.

He lifted my head and his lips came back to mine again. Slowly he continued with his pace. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. I couldn't stop the moan that came from my body as I stared up into his eyes. "Oh, Christian…"

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was in love with him. He didn't need to tell me how deep his feelings were for me, because I felt it in the way he caressed me and looked at me.

He loved me.

Christian left me in bed after making love to me. I was happily sedated and floating on cloud nine. I was spread out under the thin, white, sheet and hugging my pillow beneath my head. Christian needed to clean up our mess from downstairs and lock up for the night.

As happy as I was, I couldn't help but feel some anxiety about what I found out tonight. I know that I am now in deep with Christian. I know that our relationship isn't just a fling. I'd be completely heartbroken if in a months' time he breaks up with me because he needs a sub, not a girlfriend.

I hear him walking up the stairs and a moment later he is coming through the double doors with just his boxers on. I also see the dreaded briefcase in his hand. He walks into the wardrobe and places it by his suitcase. He had brought it with him on our trip, which means he planned tonight. Is that the reason we were here together in The Hamptons?

"What's wrong?" He asks as he returns into the bedroom. He pulled down his boxers and quickly wriggled out of them. I don't know how, but he was still hard and erect. "Ana?"

"Hmm…"

"You look worried. Are you thinking about the contract?"

"It's hard not to" I say quietly. I feel the bed shift under Christian's weight as he enters the bed "I am not going to leave you because you had alternative relationships in the past. I am just trying to make sense of it. I have never experienced anything like BDSM before. I don't understand it"

"What do you want to know about it?"

I shrug my shoulders "I don't know. I know that everything is consensual and that both parties completely understand what they're getting into when they sign that contract. I understand that it isn't just pain…but pleasure as well"

"Yes, it can be very pleasurable for a sub. Some couples do role-playing in the bedroom; it's like a more intense version of that. I had a whole room dedicated to BDSM. I had all my equipment and everything I could need as a Dom in that room"

I curiously ask "Do you still have it?"

"No, I will be putting my apartment on the market once it has been renovated. I don't think it would be wise to keep my playroom in for potential buyers" He explains. I feel his lips on my shoulder and his fingers running up and down my back. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want it to be an issue for us"

I turn onto my bed and look up to his beautiful face. His fingers were gently caressing up and down my waist "Were you in love with your submissive's?"

"No. Never"

"Was it always bondage and spanking? Did you sometimes have normal, plain-old, vanilla sex with them?"

He smiles at that question and shakes his head "No. It was always bondage and spanking. The only woman I have had plain-old, vanilla, sex with is you" He leans in closer to my lips and kisses me "I never thought I would enjoy plain-old, vanilla sex as much as I do"

Before the kiss can become anything more, I pull away from his lips "Was Elena Lincoln your first?"

"She was never my sub"

"No, I don't mean like that. I mean, was she your first…as in…did you lose your virginity to her?"

"Yes…"

"And was your first time in a playroom?"

"No" He thinks for a moment "It wasn't in a playroom, but it also wasn't a romantic moment. I had a summer job working in her yard. I was outside doing work when she came outside, slapped me in the face and then kissed me. The next time I went to work, she seduced me. She'd sunbathe topless, she'd flirt with me, and she'd sneak little touches in. I couldn't wait to go to work"

It disgusted me to hear this. What she did was so wrong and Christian didn't see or realize that. He doesn't feel as if he were taken advantage of because he was a horny teenager living out any teenage boy's fantasy. If the roles were reversed and it was a thirty year old man with a fifteen year old girl, he'd face ten years in prison.

"Eventually the teasing became too much and I was willing to do whatever the fuck she wanted. If she wanted me to bark like a dog, I'd bark like a dog if it meant I could have sex with her. My first time wasn't in the playroom, but she did tie me to the bed and blindfolded me. It was a watered down version of what she wanted from me"

"So, BDSM is all you've ever known?"

"I…I guess so. I've never really thought of it like that"

"How did your family find out?"

"I had a crazy ex-sub" He tells me "She did something and…and I had to tell them"

"What did she do?"

His jaw goes tense. I know that look. He is about to shut himself off from me. "She did something. I don't want to talk about her"

I can see that he doesn't want to talk about it further. I wanted to know what his crazy ex-sub had done to force him to tell his family about his hidden life. I was going to leave it for tonight. I instead had other questions for him "Is she the reason you stepped away from being a Dom?"

"Mostly, yes" His lips rose up in a small, shy, smile "You're also part of the reason why I stepped away. I knew I wanted you, and I also knew that you would make a horrible Sub"

"Hey!" I laugh.

"It's true. I knew I wanted you and the only way that I was going to have you was by having a normal, vanilla, relationship…then I was willing to do that" He runs his fingers through my hair and brushes it off my face "Like I said earlier, I am proud of the man that I am when I am with you. I am proud to take you home and meet my family. I can't wait for the day that I can introduce you to the world as my girlfriend"

"God, I wish I had met you first…" He tells me.

I understood what he was saying. Some days I do wish that I had met him first. I wondered what my life would be like if I had been stronger and not married Jose at twenty-one. Would I have even met Christian? Would I be the woman that I am right now without the experience that I have had over the past two years?

I was just grateful that he was in my life now.

I wanted to show him just how grateful I was. I wrapped my arms around Christian's neck and pulled him down to my lips. I wrapped my leg around his waist and rolled him onto his back.

I woke up the following morning before Christian. I expected him to be up making me breakfast, or watching me sleep; instead he was fast asleep in bed beside me. He was lying on his back with an arm thrown above his head; his other hand was resting on his firm abs. He looked so peaceful when he slept. I didn't have the heart to wake him up.

I turned onto my stomach and just watched him. When he was asleep I was able to really look at him and take in his beauty. I know that he is sexy, handsome, and ridiculously good-looking. He was also beautiful. Maybe I am biased because I am in love with the man, but it was true, he was beautiful.

That wasn't a word that I would use to describe a man, but it fitted when it came to him. His nose, lips, cheeks, and jaw, were all in perfect proportion to his face. He also had full, black lashes that I seriously envied.

As I laid there admiring him I heard a phone vibrating on the bedside table. Both my phone and his were on the table beside him. I didn't want them to wake him up so I carefully moved over his body and reached for the vibrating phone. It was mine that was making all the noise; I picked it up and saw my father's name on the screen.

I knew it was wrong of me to decline his call. I knew I should talk to him…But I was scared. He has been like a second father to Jose. He is one of the few people that Jose has left in the world. I don't want their relationship to be ruined because Jose and I aren't happy. I also don't want my father to find out about Christian. I was there for my dad when my mother had an affair with a richer, older, man. I knew how depressed, angry, and devastated he had been at that time. I swore to myself that I would never be like my mother; I would never break someone's heart like my mother did to my father.

Yet, I had done exactly what she had done.

I decline the call. As I go to place it on the table again, it vibrates in my hand. I see that I have a voicemail from him. I put it to my ear and listen to it "Hey, Annie. I am worried about you, sweetheart. You haven't answered my texts or my calls. I am sure you're busy with the store and what not but, please call me back when you get this. I just want to know that you're okay"

I feel guilty so I text my father and let him know that I am going to be out of town for the week with friends. Before I have a chance to send the message, I feel hands grab hold of me. "Ahhh!" I let out a sequel as Christian rolls on top of me. He has my arms pinned above my head and my phone has been thrown across the bed.

"Morning"

He grins down at me with his happy, childish, grin. He is obviously in a good mood this morning.

"Sleeping beauty awakens" I smile up at him "I was wondering when you'd wake up. I was getting lonely without you"

He bends down and nuzzles his nose along my neck. I can feel his very firm member rubbing against my thigh. "I am awake now" He growls in a low voice. One of his hands let's go of my wrists and slowly begins to caress his hand down my body. His fingers brushed over my nipples which tightened under his touch. His hand continued moving down until it was between my thighs. His fingers slowly begin to move in circles. I let out a quiet, breathy, moan.

"How are you feeling this morning? You're not too sore are you?"

I shake my head "No, I feel great"

"Good" He smiles. He kisses my neck and he begins to move down my body. He removes his hand from my wrist to cup my breast in his hand. His lips continue to move down until his lips wrap around my tight nipples. I close my eyes and relax into the feeling. I arch my back to bring his lips closer to my body.

This was exactly what I wanted to wake up to on a Sunday morning.

Of course the sweet moment had to be interrupted by my phone vibrating on the table. I went to sit up to answer it, but Christian held me down. "Ignore it" He told me as he began to kiss down my stomach. I glanced over to our phones and saw that it wasn't my phone that was ringing.

"Taylor is calling you"

That got his attention.

"Taylor? Why would he be calling me at this time in the morning?" He thought out loud. He sat up in the bed and reached for his phone. He tapped on the answer button and brought the phone to his ear. "Hello…What do you mean there is a situation….No, how the fuck was this leaked?"

I have no idea what is going on right now, but one thing I can tell for certain is that Christian is furious. Whatever is going on, he does not like it.

He climbs out of bed and walks towards the fireplace opposite the bed. Above it was a flat-screen TV that we hadn't touched. "Taylor, I saw no paparazzi. How the fuck did we miss them. It is your job to handle situations like this. Fuck"

He hangs up the phone and grabs the remote for the TV He turns it on and begins to flip through the channels. I sit up in bed and hug the thin sheets to my chest. "Is everything okay?"

"No" He snaps.

He lands on the channel he wants and I see it is the Today Show on NBC. They have just finished a piece on sex education in the United States and are moving on to the Entertainment section of the program. The anchor that I didn't recognize began "Now, new pictures have just emerged of the highly eligible and very aloof business tycoon, Christian Grey"

A picture shows up on the screen of Christian at some black tie event looking grumpy and tired. "He is renowned for his reserved life that few ever get a glimpse into. That was until today. Check these photos out"

On the screen photo after photo pop up of Christian and I. The photos were of bad quality and taken from a good distance away at the beach. They showed Christian lying on the sand. I am on my belly with my face hidden beneath my hair. Christian is rubbing lotion into my back and down to my butt. Another photo shows him kissing me. The next I am on my back and he has a hand cupping my face and smiling down at me. Thankfully, my face was hidden.

A voice-over begins. "That is Christian Grey, the man who avoids anything media related and chooses to live his life in the shadows. He was named Forbes richest man under thirty last year. For five years running he has held the spot of fourth richest man in the world with an estimated net-worth of fifty billion dollars. He has never been photographed with another woman, nor has he publically admitted to any kind of relationship with one. Yet, here he is on the sandy Hampton beach with a mystery brunette looking rather cosy"

The next photos that show up on the screen are of Christian and I in the surf. He has his arms around me as a wave crashes into him. The next is of us in the water cuddling up to each other. The next is of us making out in the water. I was grateful that my face wasn't seen in the photo. To the world I am just a brunette in a red bikini.

"No word yet on who the mystery woman is, but whoever she is, Mr. Grey cannot keep his hands off her. In every picture he is holding her or kissing her. It is a stark difference to the Grey that we're use to. We are waiting on information on who the mystery woman is, and a statement from the Grey camp-"

"Fuck" Christian turned off the TV "This is fucking ridiculous. I didn't see any fucking paparazzi when we were there. Why do they give a fuck about my life anyway? I am not a fucking actor. I am not a fucking reality princess. I am a business man. I don't have time for this bullshit!"

"They're interested in your life. I don't blame them for being interested in you" I move out of the bed and wrap the sheet around me as I walked to Christian. I reached up and gently stroked his jaw to calm him down. "It's fine. We'll lay low for a little while until this dies down"

I can see the wheels in his mind ticking over. "No" He tells me as he steps away from me. He bends down and pulls up his blue underwear. "We're not going to hide and lay low. I am having the week off with you and I don't want us to be afraid of paparazzi catching a photo of us"

"I don't want the world to know who I am. I don't want people finding out I am married. We should keep things quiet while I deal with my marriage. Once Jose and I are divorced, then we can announce to the world that we're together"

He reaches for his phone again. He starts to shake his head as he begins to dial a number "No, I have a better plan. We're getting out of here for the week"

"What?"

"We're getting out of here" He repeats "Anywhere in the world, baby, where do you want to go?"

"I…" I don't know. He has put me on the spot. He raises an eyebrow at me and I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind "London!"

"Done" He says as he puts his phone to his ear "We'll go to London for a week. We just need to get out of America for a little while. This time next week, everyone will have forgotten about those fucking pictures"

"Are you serious? You want to drop everything and go to London?"

"Yes" He then smiles "And if by the end of the week you tell me you want to go to Paris, then we'll go to Paris. I want to travel the world with you, Anastasia"

He then puts his phone against his ear. He steps out of the room to organize the GEH jet to be prepared and ready within the next four hours.

As the hours passed, I was growing more and more excited to fly to London. I had never left America before and London was somewhere I had always dreamed of travelling to. I packed both Christian and I's bags while he arranged with his assistant Andrea our flights and the hotel we would be staying at.

As I packed Christian's suitcase my phone began buzzing with messages from both Kate and my mother. They had both seen the pictures and they both had different reactions to it. Kate's was simple and exactly how I thought Kate would react to such a thing.

OMG, Steele. Just saw the pics and damm you and money-bags are hot. I can see that you're having a great time away. I can't wait to hear every steamy, sordid, sexy, detail about it when you get home. XXX.

I texted her back to let her know that I was going away with Christian for the week to London to get away from the media. After I texted her, I opened the one from my mother. She didn't surprise me with what she wrote.

Anastasia, I just saw the pictures online. You should be much more careful and discreet when out with Christian. You don't want the whole world to know that you're married. You'll be publically humiliated if people find out. Plus, just think of how heartbroken Jose will be if he sees these pictures. Also, you shouldn't be out in such short and tiny bikini. It didn't offer any sun protection, and you looked like you were about to fall out of it when you were in the surf.

Love you always,

Mum.

I was glad to see she cared so much.

I was worried about what Jose would think if he saw the photos. I knew that it was very unlikely that he would see them. He didn't watch TV unless he was watching a game. He also didn't read online articles. The likelihood of him seeing these pictures was very low. He didn't even know who Kim Kardashian or Justin Bieber was. He didn't keep up with Pop-culture.

I finished packing the last of our things and carried the suitcases one at a time down the stairs and placed them by the door. As I was carrying Christian's heavy suitcase down the stairs, he stepped into the room and quickly rushed up the stairs to take it from me.

"Hey, you should've let me carry them. I don't want you to hurt yourself"

I smile and shake my head "Why do you worry so much?" I ask him "I can carry a suitcase. I am not going to hurt myself" I place a hand on my arm. I slowly move it up to feel his firm biceps "I am a big girl, remember?"

He smirks "I know, but I like taking care of you. I want to make sure that you're safe. I want to keep you safe. Is that so bad of me?"

"No, I guess not"

He presses his lips to the top of my head in a tender kiss. "Taylor has just arrived with the SUV" He tells me "I am going to load our bags into the back of the car"

"I'll lock up"

I walked around the house one more time to make sure that I hadn't forgotten anything important. I locked the sliding glass door that led to the wooden deck. I then made sure to close all the windows. I was definitely going to miss this house. It is so beautiful and peaceful here…Well it was before the media found out we were here. I hope one day Christian and I can come back to this home.

I walk upstairs and check the ensuite bathroom for anything else that we may have missed. As I am searching the bathroom, I feel my phone beginning to vibrate in the pack pocket of my denim shorts. I see that it is my father calling again. I didn't message him back earlier since I got distracted by Christian. I don't really want to talk to him so I go to hang up my phone.

I stop myself before I hit the decline button. Something inside me was telling me to answer the phone. I had been ignoring him all weekend, I knew I had to talk to him and let him know that I am okay. I would hate for him to find out about Christian and I through the photos that were all over the internet.

I give in and answer the phone "Hey, Daddy"

"Annie!" He sounds panicked "Annie, is that you?"

"Yes…What's wrong, you sound worried? Is everything okay?" I can hear sirens in the background of the phone "Why can I hear sirens? Dad, what is going on?"

"You…You need to get to the University of Washington Medical Center. Now" He tells me "It is Jose…He isn't…God, I don't know if he is going to make it, Annie"

Oh no, what has happened to Jose?

Ana knows about Christian's BDSM past and is okay with it.

And she told him that she loved him.

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