Christian P.O.V.

I saw her mouth popped, and I almost feared her jaw would break. That comment shredded me too, not that I felt like I owe anyone an apology or that I should feel bad about them thinking I was a jerk.

Hell, I was a jerk. So it didn't make any difference for me if they possessed more knowledge on that fact.

But I saw, I saw the wave of excruciating pain that went through those oceanic irises and I couldn't help but clenched my fist into, what it felt like, two brick walls ready to hurt the person who caused so much damage to Anastasia. I could even feel the stabbed that she felt on her own heart and I had to control each ounce of me to remain still and quiet while I witness the devastation and the feeling of betrayal that my little savior was going through.

If I had doubts about being sorry to hit Ethan's face, they dissipated themselves now. I wasn't.

Actually, that wasn't true. I was, only I was sorry I didn't do more damage. How could someone expose what clearly was confined to them in an intimate moment? They were taking advantage of private knowledge to hurt me, neglecting the collateral damages that could come out of that.

Little did they know that couldn't affect me. Those words, even though punctuated with such ferocity and anger didn't caused me any pain. I couldn't care what they thought; I didn't like them either so if the feeling was mutual, I'd be perfectly okay with that.

It was the fact that they hurt the only person that stayed by my side even though she didn't have to; the only person that had all the reasons in the world to turn her back on me and leave me to fight my own battle but still didn't do it, and instead was rooting for me, trying to make emends for me.

The only one that saw an ugly moment of me and didn't run away from my sight and here they were, shredding her heart into pieces.

I could tell she was at ease with the Kavanaughs, that they were like a family to her. During the course of the dinner I understood that she was like a family member to them as well, maybe more to that prick. But still, she trusted and loved them and now they broke that confidence she had given. They broke her apart, confusing her feelings.

Clearly they were expecting that Anastasia confirmed what they were saying, that she stood by their side. What they were asking of her was, obviously, making her sad and revolted.

How did I suddenly become so aware of her feelings? I didn't know, probably it was the alcohol in my system that was making me softer and open to that, it was clear I was just a big mess inside me and that's the only reason my inebriated brain found at the time.

Anastasia stoop up, breaking the dark silence in the room with her heels. She was staring intently at hers so called friends while all eyes were travelling from between the both of us, judging and evaluating the situation. I could feel the extreme surprise all of this provoke on my family. Initially they think I'm gay, then they see a picture of me and some girl on the newspapers and then they hear that, not only was I doing public demonstrations of affect – or at least desire – but I was also toying with two women, having one girlfriend and cheating on her.

Obviously the facts weren't straight, maybe the truth was boarding on that description but it was nothing like they imagined. Still, even if slightly altered, the whole thing seemed to have deep impact on them and their perception of me. I didn't believe they hated me like the Kavanaughs, but clearly they were seeing a side of me, they couldn't know it existed.

"Let's go home Christian." When Anastasia's words hit me I felt dazed, what? I looked up at her, trying to meet her gaze, understand what she meant. Understand if she meant it. But she refused to meet mine; I realized she wasn't going to look at me so I stood up not wanting to let her down.

I was so surprised words failed my mouth, when she saw me up on my feet she didn't hesitate in turning around and walk out of the room. I felt dizzy, with everything that happened and with this utter shock I was almost frozen to the spot.

My brain functions recover though, and I mimic her action, turning on my heels and following her with large steps to catch up. Taylor was fulfilling his duty on the door of the living room, waiting for me and now for us.

"Let's go home Christian." Her words kept replaying themselves at my head, what did that meant? She was coming home with me? I didn't want anything more than that to happen but I didn't know if she meant it that way. The booze was fogging my thoughts and making it very complicated to thing straight. She was walking so damn fast I couldn't accompany her pace. I was trembling on my steps, trying to gather the necessary strength to catch her and ask this now permanent question on my mind.

I tried so hard to get to her, that my feet finally gave in to my state and failed me. I was almost falling to the ground when Taylor's arm grabs me by the waist and pulled me up. He lifted my other arm around his neck and almost drags me to the SUV. I see Anastasia turning around startled by the rushed noises and a worried expression clouds her face.

I wanted to tell her that I was okay, to not worry about me but somehow my vocal cords refused to work and my mind kept drifting away, leaving me in a state of almost unconsciousness.

I felt that I was being put in the car and then all became a flash of lights and sounds, voices murmuring in the background, images spinning in my head, the world moving fast around me. I was somehow aware when the car stopped and I begun to be carried away again. The same feeling invaded me and only when my body hit something soft and warm, I was able to relax and close my eyes.

XXXX

"Don't go!" I wake up almost jumping out of bed.

Sweat was drenching my all body and when I looked down I was still fully clothed. In the clock by the nightstand marked 2.34 a.m. Another nightmare, I was used to them except this one wasn't a regular. This one was a whole new feeling and I didn't like to experiment new feelings like this.

I got up and shook the clothes out of me as if they burned my skin. I needed a cool shower to calm down and recuperate. This night has been intense and I didn't have the time to fully process it. I suffered such violent swing moods I couldn't even understand them. One moment I'm feeling sorry for not realizing what went wrong with me and Anastasia, trying to explain the things to her; next minute I'm feeling tremendous rage towards her, thinking of ways to punish and hurt her too; then, the moment after I'm possessed by an inconsumable feeling of jealously.

God, I couldn't quite put it down all of what happened. Just one think kept puking in my mind, she didn't left. And even though my subconscious was making me feel like that wasn't something with much relevance I shut down those thoughts. With facts there were no arguments and the fact is: she stayed. She stayed by my side and she helped me in a way I never thought she would.

I sighed and stepped out of the shower. That's probably why I was having this dream, this nightmare that she left me and didn't come back. The way that action affected me also frightened the hell out of me. She had an inconspicuous power over my being, one I couldn't deny.

If she leaves, it would break me all over again like it did when she left Monday. Only this time it would be worst because I can't hide or suppress these feelings, now that I acknowledge them.

I put on a pair of sweat pants and no shirt, I wasn't cold and I had others worries in my mind. Had she left my house again? Why wasn't she in my bed? If she had left I didn't even know what I would feel, so before I got to the bottom of that I decided to have a glass of brandy.

I know drinking again wasn't the wisest thing on earth but I needed some help dealing with all this unknown and strange sensations I was having. When I did that, I intended on finding Taylor and asking him about Anastasia.

I was just passing my office when I saw the door to my TV room slightly opened. I wonder why it would be that way since I never went there and stepping in, I found the reason.

Anastasia was laying on the couch, covered by some blanket, fully dressed as well with a tiring and extenuated expression on her. Her brows were slightly furrowed and I found that the little "V" they formed, was the most adorable thing I ever saw.

She didn't leave me again, she stayed. And she shouldn't be in this damn couch; I pick her up feeling the little weight of her body in me. She tried to open her eyes but couldn't and panic settle in. I needed to thank her; I needed it to reciprocate what she had done for me and for that, I needed to reassure her that she was safe.

"Shhh." I whisper gently to her, embracing her body in my arms. She gave in easily; she rested her head on my chest and let me carry her all the way to our destination, my bed.

When we get there I started to strip the clothes of her, I wanted to feel her, to feel her body, her perfect and marked body. I could see that she tried to resist my attempts but tiredness was too deep inside her. She gave in once again and I take that chance to pay her for what she did.

I took her shoes first, putting them smoothly on the floor. Her feet were small and adorable, her toes little and pink. They were so beautiful, just like her; I couldn't resist myself from rubbing them gently. She needed this, she needed to be taken care off right now and I could provide for that.

She let out a moan of pleasure that penetrate immediately my ears leaving my breathing erratic. The sounds she makes are one of the most powerful aphrodisiac I ever experience and I couldn't help but remember when we made out in the garage, the little whimpers she made that went straight to my groin.

I produced a sound too, unable to contain myself but mine was more of a primitive growl than anything else. Now I really couldn't stop, I wasn't going to take advantage of a fragile, wooden woman but I needed to see her. Delicately I embrace her in my arms and lifted her body, managing to make her sinful dress slide down.

Again a groan leaves my throat before I'm able to stop it; she's just so damn perfect it hurts. It hurts physically to look at her proportional, porcelain body and not tear apart that wonderful set of lingerie she's wearing.

I manage to control my impulses though, I wasn't going to force her into anything but I wasn't about to let go if her feel either. Instead, I just started to massage he arms and legs, sliding smoothly my hands down and up the sides of her body. Her skin was just so soft it was almost like silk, the most pure and amazing silk. I couldn't stop my hands from touching her and neither did I want.

I could tell she liked it by the way her body was reacting; it looked like she could almost orgasm just by my touch. That thought made me so hard it hurt me, I contemplated doing it. Making her come just by rubbing her skin but I didn't want that, I was becoming too greedy. I wanted all of her; I wanted her to climax full conscious that it was me and my touch that was making her feel that.

When she was almost full asleep I stopped my actions, I wanted her to fell asleep with me holding her, not leaving her either, demonstrating my gratitude. A tit for a tat is not usually my style but somehow along the way this girl came into my life and changed the rules of my game, I didn't even understand that until now.

I cuddle her into my body, molding her to me. I turn her to the side and pull her towards me, my chest to her back. It just felt good, like she belonged right here with me. I rested my head on her hair, it was just so soft that I couldn't help.

Her scent still intoxicated my every pore and I couldn't seem to be able to remove it, instead I inhale deeply as if I was pulling all of her being into me. She smelled divine and that was the last thing I remember.

XXXX

I wake up my Saturday morning with a woman voice being raised down the hall. I flinched in my position and tried to ignore it.

I found another body glued to mine and it took me a minute to figure out it was Anastasia that was resting by my side, a breath-taking beauty. I definitely wouldn't mind have that sight in front of me every day, and the warmth that her body exuded made me almost nuzzle back into sleep.

I wasn't allow to it though, the woman just kept talking each time louder and angrier that the time before and I didn't want Anastasia waking up to that. I got up from bed quickly glancing at the clock, it was almost ten in the morning. Again, I couldn't remember ever sleeping this late. This woman seemed to have some sort of sedative effect on me.

I went as I step out of bed, with my sweat pants and my bare feet only putting a t-shirt to cover my bare chest. When I got to the living room I feared who this woman might be, I was still too much asleep to recognize her voice and it could be anyone.

Anyone out of my share of recent women and that was very not a very long list; either it would be Elena or worst, Stephanie. I sighed when I stepped in, almost closing my eyes. I didn't wanted to deal with all their shit right now.

When I saw who my visitor was though, my posture changed. Now, that I wasn't expecting. Especially since she was so damn angry and upset, I sighed internally I didn't wanted to deal with this kind of shit either.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, young man." Her voice was full of determination.

"Mother" I greeted her while trying to convey her intends of extracting information out of me. "Now it's not really a good time."

"Oh, no!" She shook her head violently in a decisive way. "You're not going to alienate me this time. You have some serious explanations to give."

"Mom, this…" I began my regular speech that my businesses were mine only and I'd work things out, when she cut me off sternly.

"Don't you even try to say that this is none of my business." Grace shots me a glare that froze me to the spot, she's really serious about this. "I know you're a closed person and you need your own boundaries and all you life Christian, I've respect that. I gave you all the privacy you needed I didn't intrude or force you onto share anything with me."

I gave her an annoyed look, this really wasn't the time. I just realized last night that I was afraid of Anastasia running away from my life and that I like to sleep with her in the same bed which is something itself worth debating a long time. Like that wasn't enough, my mother wanted explanations of my private life. Something I didn't share easily but even though the non-friendly expression on my face, Grace didn't seem offended by it and instead just kept presenting her arguments.

"I also know you're perfectly capable to solve things on your own but this time Christian, this time you can't keep me out. You're behavior was unforgivable, you put at risk your business and your all career over that action. That's not like you." She gave me a look more kindly this time, stepping a few inches closer. "Finding out about your… affairs was incomprehensible either. I am you mother Christian, I have the right and the duty of helping you on this. So please, don't shut me down."

I inhale sharply, she was almost pleading. Her anger and frustration almost dissipated, all that was in her eyes now was care and concern. Grace did so much for me all my life, she saved me. She was like and angel, I remember thinking that and she still is. I can't deny her the mother role she's trying to have in my life. She's right, I can't shut her down this time.

"Let's go to my office." I nod to Taylor, who stepped out of the room. Clearly he had a hard time stopping my mother from storming in my bedroom and for that I was thankful. I'm sure the conversation wouldn't go so smoothly if she entered my room upset and found Anastasia in bed with me.

I opened the door of her and let my mother step in first, closing it carefully behind me. I offered her something to drink but she refused. I was hoping to buy me some time from the interrogation I knew I'd be submitted to. This was a big step for me, to discuss private and personal things with my mom. And even though I knew this was probably a good thing, it was costing me tremendously.

"So, what do you wanna know?" I asked Grace after sitting myself in my chair. Being in my place – in the office where I ruled and command my matters, gave me an illusion of control and that was something I desperately needed it at the moment.

"Everything." Grace breathed out of her, I arched my brow to her answer and she decided to reformulate it. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." I state simply, that one was easy.

"Okay. Why does Katherine thinks you do?"

"I couldn't know." I could speculate, but that wasn't called for here.

"Is the girl from the photos Anastasia Steele?" Now that was a question that I just knew it would be dreadful to answer.

I didn't want to say it out loud, so I just nodded and watch my mother's mouth forming an "o" while the revelation settles in her.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Grace was getting eager but when she realized her own question, she decided to form another one, since the answer to the previous was obvious. "Didn't you know she'd be at Ethan's party?"

"I suspected."

"Do you have any idea how much we talked about your suppose date, about that mysterious girl in the pictures?" She took a little breath before continue, almost as if she was ashamed of what she was telling. "How much we speculated about her, all those crazy ideas… And she was right there, the poor girl was right there listening to it all. What an awful thing, you should have said something, Christian."

"How could I know you'd be talking about my private life instead of focusing on the celebration his birthday?" I spited when I referred to him, I couldn't even bring myself to say his name so revolting that sound was to me.

"Christian…" My mother shook her head slightly. "Why did you hit him?"

"I thought I had explained that yesterday." I really wasn't feeling like dwelling on that topic anymore, besides what could I say? I got crazy jealous over someone I barely know?

"I…" Grace was going to say something but refrained herself. "Do you like her?"

"Who?" Obviously I knew who she was talking about but I didn't want to answer that. Grace didn't buy my bullshit though, narrowing her eyes at me and waiting for a real response. "I barely know her."

"You put your all image at risk for her." Since I didn't answer that, she decided to continue on her observations. "I've never seen you do something like that in your adult life, something so reckless. You're always rational, sometimes too rational so for you to act upon that kind of emotions… she has to be special."

Was she special? My mother was right though, I was always rational. Always used my brains and put them over my emotions so for me to succumb so easily, to act upon an extreme sensation I was having. It was… crazy. I have already understand that I'm afraid of her leaving me, that I want something with her but to admitted that she's special to me, that was way too much at this moment.

"I was drunk and I thought I saw another thing that apparently wasn't happening." I repeated yesterday's excuses mechanically.

"Really?" Grace's asks raising her brows. "Wasn't it because you were jealous?"

Yes, yes it was. It was jealousy and possessiveness but I couldn't tell her that. "No." Such a lie Grey, such a damn lie.

"Okay." My mother said obviously not believing in one bit my answer. "Either way, you have to apologize to Ethan."

"No I don't" I reply immediately out of instinct. Just the thought of that made my insides burn. He didn't deserve any apology and he should be the one apologizing to my Anastasia.

"Yes you do, regardless of the reasons Christian it's you and your career that's on the line." She moved forward in her seat, placing her hand above mine across the desk. "Do you really want to put yourself and Anastasia through that kind of exposure?"

That did the trick, I stiffed in my spot. I really didn't want that to happen, neither to me nor to her since she already suffered too much at the hands of her supposed family. But I just couldn't apologize to that man, not yet. I didn't feel like it, I couldn't perceive me doing it and just the thought was painful.

"Carrick already tried to delay their anger for at least one more day. Though what I think kept them from spreading this incident world-wide was Anastasia. I don't know if it's because they regret what they said yesterday or don't want to put her on the spot-light but they didn't have any problem exposing her then so I'm not sure that'll be enough to calm them down."

I sighed, reviewing the pain in Anastasia eyes when it all happened. I didn't know what to do or say to make things better for either of us. So I just nod to my mother and keep myself inside my head trying to find a way of erasing this mess out of our lives.

"I'll think about it." I say getting up and walking towards the door, clearly showing this was all I could take for one day.

Grace complied silently and followed through the hallway to the living room with a satisfied smile on her face, I might not gave her much but I gave her something and that was the most she ever had from me. I could tell she was happy, I shared something private with her even though I didn't reveal much. I guess just the fact that I agree to speak to her was a huge step for us, particularly for me.

When we get there a curious and surprised expression plastered itself on her face, making me follow her gaze. Anastasia. She was up, standing just as shocked in the middle of the room with one t-shirt of mine covering her body almost to her knees.

She looked flustered and had a nice color on her cheeks, her hair was messy but still looked soft and her eyes even though sleepy were shining. I smiled unconsciously to her sight which made my mother brows raise even more. Quickly, I changed my expression but still wasn't able to say anything.

"Anastasia." Grace greeted her with a warm smile, extending hand at her. "It's nice to see you again."

"I…" Anastasia blushed, what was adorable. She extended her hand to Grace as well, but my mother pulled her to a kind hug living her even more surprised. "It's so nice to see you too Mrs. Grey. Please call me Ana."

"And I'd like very much if you could call me Grace, Ana." My mother smile fondly and then turn to me again. "Think of what I told you Christian, your father is having a meeting with them this afternoon. It would be great if you could show up."

"I said, I'll think about it." I repeat, clenching my fists. I wouldn't make it today though. It was too soon for that.

"I know" She said looking straight at me, then turning towards Anastasia again. "I'd love to have lunch with you some day, we have to arrange that dear. The circumstances we keep meeting aren't the perfect ones."

"I couldn't agree more and I'd love too."

My mother said her good-byes kissing my cheek and squeezing my hands more tightly than the usual, then hugging Anastasia one more time. She left the building with a sweet smile on her face and I couldn't scrutiny the reason to all her happiness, surely couldn't be just the fact that we talked, right?

I let go of those thoughts immediately when my eyes landed on Anastasia again, she was still standing in the middle of the room looking slightly uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." She said after a while. "I didn't know you had company."

"It's okay." I started to walk closer to her, something about her just made me wanna be near her. "She was here to discuss yesterday's events."

"Oh." I could tell the scars were still too fresh on this subject and I could relate to that, I understood her.

"Are you hungry?" I changed the subject, for now it wasn't necessary to put her through this.

She simply nodded to me and I extended my hand at her. She placed hers on mine and I couldn't help but smile, remembering the video-tape of Monday morning and the image of us holding hands; Anastasia so small next to me. I conducted her to the kitchen and made her sit by the counter.

"What would you like to eat?" I ask while checking the contents of my fridge.

She furrowed her brows making that cute "V" again, giving me the urge to go and kiss it. I controlled myself though and just tighten my grip on the fridge door.

"Surprise me" She answers after a while with a huge grin on her face.

"Let me tell you, my cooking skills aren't mad." I said with a grin of my own.

"Then you should let me do it." She gets up from the stool, walking towards me.

"Well, if you insist I won't make it hard for you."

She laughed and pushed me aside from the fridge. Her actions just seemed natural and all the time she was cooking, I felt like she belonged. She belonged here, in my kitchen, in my place.

That thought darkened my mind, could she be my sub? I was having a hard time dealing with that confrontation when she snapped me out of my trance to announce that meal was ready.

It smelled wonderfully and I was enjoying every bit of it, she was really good at it and she was eating with truly appetite which made me feel more at ease. I didn't need to push the food into her.

"You do have mad cooking skills."

"I know." She smiles and winks at me, that gesture was damn sexy even though innocent and it made me hard. "I really like cooking and I don't usually have the chance to do that much stuff, since I cook only for one."

"I wouldn't complain, whenever you wanna cook for two." That came out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying. I was surprised at my words just as much as Anastasia.

"I think…" She stopped and took a deep breath filling her lungs and making her chest expand, which didn't help for my hardness situation. "I think we need to talk."

The mood suddenly darkened what would she like to talk about? Was she leaving? She wanted to leave obviously; she just stayed here because she took pity on you Grey. You're little jealousy fit was miserable and sad. Maybe that was truth. I felt fear inside me but I pushed it away.

I was Christian Grey and no one would control my emotions. "Okay." I say coldly.

"I would like you to explain what you were going to, yesterday." She said twisting her hands on the counter, nervously. I stood silently looking at her. "You know… about the girlfriend thing."

"Oh" I let it out, with some kind of relief washing through me. "It's simple, I don't have one."

"Then, why… who was that woman?"

"She was my partner." I decided to shorten the story. "My sexual partner, we never shared a romantic relationship, did she tell you otherwise?"

She just nodded with her head, lowering her gaze and blushing slightly.

"You should've discussed it with me instead of running away." I say calmly "It took quite a while figuring out what took you to leave like that."

"I'm sorry. I know I should have waited but still, she's something to you and I didn't want to get in the middle."

"She's not anymore." I declare with fortitude in my voice. Anastasia just nodded and kept eating but I figured since we started, we might as well finish. "We should talk about yesterday's events too, are you mad at me?"

She looked at me with confusion in her eyes. "No." She breathed. "I mean, I don't know. I've too many emotions inside me."

It was my time to nod at her words, she was right and I related to that.

"You should apologize though." She said after a few minutes of silence. "You shouldn't have done it and there will be consequences if you don't make emends. And I don't think trying to keep your pride is worth what can happen."

"How would you know that?" I was stating more than asking, forming fists in my hands, anger rushing in me.

"I know what it's like to be too prideful to admit you're wrong. But you were wrong so you should just admit that and apologize for it."

"And what if I don't?"

"Things will just blow out of proportions, you'll keep you ego intact but you'll pay a high price for something you know you did wrong." I was just angry at the thought of apologizing to that stupid selfish person, but somehow along the road I knew both Anastasia and my mother were being reasonable.

I sighed and threw my head back thinking everything that happened, the fact that I knew these women were right only made me madder but I couldn't deny the logic in their train of thoughts. I just couldn't bring myself to admit it. Anastasia got up and walked to me, placing her hand on top of mine and looking me intently in the eyes. Her beauty struck me hard once again.

"Just apologize Christian, no one's perfect and mistakes are a part of life. Just recognize yours and we can move forward"

I inhale deeply, her proximity made me crazy but the fact that she said "we can move forward" made me realize she was still here, still next to me. After all she didn't leave me, she defended me in front of her supposed family, she stood by my side and now she was only asking me to acknowledge my mistake, to apologize for my sake, for our sake.

"I'm sorry." I say closing my eyes, this was even harder than I imagined. "I know I hurt you, I understand Ethan means a lot to you."

"I'm not so sure of that anymore." She said with a sad look on her eyes.

I couldn't stand seeing her hurting like that. All of that happened because of me, if I had control over my stupid emotions she would never had to confront the Kavanaughs for me and they would never reveal private information in front of everyone. This is all your fault Grey, even when you try to do good you fuck things up.

I hated my subconscious but it was right, I fucked up and now it was up to me to make emends, to apologize, for Anastasia. She was hurting, I could see the pain in her eyes and I was the one that caused it, once again.

I'm no good for her but I'm so greedy I can't keep away. If I was stronger I'd tell her to go away, to leave me and never look back; that I'm a monster, a sadist sick monster that will only ruin her life. But I'm not; I'm not strong when it concerns her so I gave in. I gave in to my needs for her, I grabbed her arms and pulled her body towards mine, siting her on my lap.

Her scent, her touch, her breathing made every ounce of my being wished I could melt onto her. I tugged her hair in my hand and pull her head so close it was excruciating not to crash my lips into hers. I wanted to savor the moment though, I didn't know if I'd have a lot of them once I proposed what I wanted to her.

So I looked long and deep into her overly big and bright eyes, those who could see right through my soul and I tried to put all the desire and the need I was feeling for her, pleading silently for understating and an opportunity.

Her breathing got a pitch higher and I could feel the sweat that was forming in her body, I could see reflected in her gaze all the wanting and lust that were possessing my own being. I watch intently her full pink lip being trapped between her perfectly white teeth, biting deeply into the soft surface.

I couldn't take it anymore, the waiting made my desire grow into inconsumable flames that were burning inside me and I had to taste her. I pushed my lips on hers, she gave in right away. She kissed me too with just as much need and passion, and when her hands buried themselves into my hair I felt the touch of her skin spread like wildfire on my body.

I wanted her so much it hurt, it hurt every fiber of my being. I barely knew Anastasia and yet she affected me like no one ever did, every thing about her made me crazy and at this moment I was kissing her with the most effervescent heat I could put into it. My body had a natural response to hers, like we were made for each other, to touch each other, to feel each other, to be with each other.

I wanted this woman more than my next breath and if I ever doubted that, now I didn't anymore. Anastasia was my new drug and she was consuming me.