A/N: Chapter 14 already - Wow! I'm blown away by the response to this story, the amount of support and encouragement you are sending my way, and the reviews. Xxxx

Hugs to those I made cry with the last chapter. Xox

Had a few messages from people never wanting it to end... I've outlined and written chapter summaries for writing that take us to Take 36, so we have a fair way to go yet.

I already know how this plays out so I've avoided answering questions about whether or not Ana moves back to L.A etc... I don't want to give anything away. I've promised a happily ever after, you'll get that, whether that comes before or after the 6 months is up - you'll have to wait and see ;). Another popular question is - will they talk about the fact that she is only there for 6 months - yes, eventually. However, right now they are both trying not to think about it...but they'll have to address the issue sooner or later.

Just quickly - I want to thank those who pull me up on my mistakes and lead me in the right direction. Without you I am probably oblivious. I am thinking about getting a beta :)

Enough babble.

ps.. Heaps of photos for this chapter on my Facebook page - including all her VS outfits and the final photo of the chapter ;)

Take 14 - My Angel

Soundtrack: Simply Red featuring 'The fugees' - Angel

APOV

My eyes flutter open, the sun causing me to squint and immediately bury my head in my pillow. Damn light. I curse it's unwelcome presence, not only because it woke me from a dreamy sleep, but because now it means I have to get out of bed - which effectively means Christian time is on the clock. I have until lunch time before I need to head over and rehearse for tonight's show. It'll be at least 10pm when the show and auction finish before I can spend more time with him. I am not even sure if he'll come tonight. I hope he does, I could do with the support. It is always a tough time for me when I involve myself in an event that reminds me of how I lost my Mom. Usually, Kate would accompany me but because I was heading here with Christian she decided to give us some time alone. I suspect Elliot was her primary reason. I've never seen her show an interest in a man that lasted more than one night. She'll be wanting to spend some time alone with him also.

My thoughts drift back to yesterday's events with Christian. On one hand I was completely devastated by his words, more so his comments about why he thought I volunteered myself for the Victoria Secret shows, but I also understood why he acted the way he did. When I arrived in L.A all I could think about was my Mom, how much I miss having someone to talk to, someone to give me advice. I have Kate, and my Dad, but I can't imagine anything would be better than having your Mom put her arms around you and tell you it was all going to be okay.

When Christian arrived I was on the verge of telling him where to go, but when I looked at him, I knew in my heart he was just as ripped about his actions as I was. I almost felt sorry for the poor control freak. Jerk or not, I know deep down his anger came from a good place. Oh Christian, what am I going to do with you?

There are no words to express what happened last night, the way he made love to me, over and over again - each time as magical as the one before. It was, well it was life changing. He loves me. My face splits into an Oscar worthy smile, all depressing thoughts forgotten.

I twist under the sheet to face him only to find him gone. Where is he? I jolt up in the bed, breathing an instant sigh of relief when I see him lounging out on the deck with a coffee in his hand.

Wrapping the sheet around my body I hug it to my chest and make my way out to the deck, nearly tripping over the small step on my way.

"Morning." He greets me with a smile that matches my own. His hair is a dishevelled mess and he's wearing a pair of cotton boxer shorts with no top, he looks sexy and inviting.

"Morning." I drop onto his lap and into his waiting arms. "Make yourself at home." I joke, looking down at his coffee cup and giggling.

"Did you sleep well?" His lips brush my ear, sending a shiver through my body.

"Mmm hmm." I close my eyes and lean back into his chest. The thin sheet doing nothing to cushion the feel of his hard sculptured physique cocooning me. "I'm glad you're here." I sigh contentedly.

"I'm glad you're glad." He chuckles, his arms tightening around me. "This place is incredible." He rests his chin on top of my head.

"I know." I agree with pride in my voice. "I'll show you around soon." I twist on his lap, throwing my arms around his neck, the sheet dropping to my waist in the process.

His eyes dart down to my breasts then scan back up to my face. "I'm a lucky man." He murmurs, before kissing me chastely.

"Does my lucky man want breakfast?"

"Are you on the menu?" He grins salaciously, a delicious sparkle twinkling in his eyes.

My eyes widen a fraction. How can one sentence turn me into a horny mess?

"I'm joking." He rolls his eyes and kisses the tip of my nose. "I'm very hungry." He growls softly, suggestively. "Breakfast would be great, baby."

"I..." I clear my throat, my speech impeded by the sudden wave of desire which has left me a quivering, wet lump. "Umm."

"Did I not work you enough last night?" He raises a cocky eyebrow and grins with a hint of satisfaction. He knows how much he effects me, and he's playing on it. Bastard!

"Cereal okay with you?" I dodge his question.

"Cereal will do." He mutters, shifting me on his lap so that my back is against his front. His hand disappears under the sheet. "I like cereal." He mumbles as his hand wraps around my thigh and hitches my leg up, bending it and pulling it out to the side - opening up my legs. I gasp, my face heating with that flush I am becoming all to familiar with.

"What kind of...cereal?" He mutters innocently, the pad of his thumb stroking my sex.

"Ahhhhhh, Cheerios." I squeak, my body jerking.

"Mmmm, I love Cheerios." His fingers work their magic, rendering me worthless. I am all moans and writhing.

"Christian." I breath with a heavy chest. My mouth opens allowing me to take short, sharp breaths.

"I love watching you come. Look at me." He demands quietly, and my face turns up to meet his scorching gaze. My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips. He groans and increases the pressure of his fingers. My head spins and my heart races.

"I love you." He breathes, and his words hit me like a freight train. I cry out as my climax racks my body, my body twitching and undulating in his lap. His mouth lowers to mine and he kisses me tenderly. I feel like I have died and gone to heaven.

"Smells like sex in here." Kate's voice startles me from inside the bedroom.

"Fuck."

Christian yanks the sheet up, covering my body. "Does she ever fucking knock?" He shakes his head, his fingers still stroking me.

"Christian, stop." I wiggle.

"Just relax, baby." He chuckles, pushing my leg back down with his other hand. He's not going to stop? Oh shit.

"Gooooood Morning." Kate pokes her head outside cautiously.

"Mm morning." I choke on a stroke.

"Kate." Christian smiles.

"It looks as though you two got things worked out." She says, eyeing up our state of undress.

I nod, too scared to talk.

"We did." Christian kisses my neck.

"What are you doing here?" I ask as his fingers pause.

"I live here." She laughs. "And Elliot wanted to come so we took an early flight." I can tell by her tone and her expression that its because they were concerned. "Breakfast is up if you's are hungry."

"Oh I'm hungry." Christian hums for my ears only.

"Thanks Kate. We'll just finish our coffee and head down."

She smiles and turns on her heels, leaving us in peace.

"Fucking hell." I pant, releasing all the built up tension of Christian's wandering fingers. "That was cruel and uncomfortable." I mutter. It was also thrilling and delicious.

"Hungry?" He removes his fingers from my core and lifts them to his mouth, sucking my arousal from them with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"I can't.. You just...yes." I settle for answering his question. I am hungry - for food as it happens.

"Lets get you fed then." He wraps his arms around my waist, securing the sheet and stands up with me. When we are on our feet he releases me with kiss to the top of my head.

"Christian?" I murmur.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"How do you know you love me?" I whisper. "After such a short amount of time?"

A smile creeps onto his face and he licks his bottom lip. "Baby, I knew the second I laid eyes on you. You took my breath away, literally... I thought a lot about us and the time we've spent together on my flight here... When we made love for the first time...we did exactly that, baby. That was it for me."

I inhale with a shudder and nod. I don't know why I needed reassurance? Maybe deep down I thought he might have just said it in the moment last night, that he may have only said it because he thought it was what I wanted to hear, that it would fix the situation we were in.

"Don't give up on me... I'll be everything you need me to be, try to be someone worthy of you...I'm just learning.."

"Ssshhh." I place my finger on his lips and shake my head. "I know...I love you." I smile. He smiles shyly back. I take his hand in mine and lead him back into the bedroom.

I stop at the bathroom door, turning and leaning up against it. I hold the side of his face with one hand. He closes his eyes and exhales deeply.

"We'll learn together." I whisper, reaching back with my hand and opening the door.

CPOV

"They finally made it." Elliot slaps the dining room table as we enter just over an hour later. Ana had ideas of her own, jumping me in the shower. I can't control the cheesy grin on my face, making Elliot roll his eyes.

"Jesus." I mutter taking in the mess all over the table.

"It's all be scanned, x-rayed and dog sniffed." Kate sighs. "This is nothing." She tells me.

"Is that ALL fan mail?" I ask incredulously. There is a ridiculous amount of envelopes, bubble bags and parcels scattered over the table.

"It is." Ana walks over with coffees and takes a seat.

"I've told her she should hire an assistant to do this, but she refuses." Kate sighs.

"I'm in the room, Kate!" Ana growls. I pull up a chair next to Ana, putting my arm around the back of her chair. She turns to look at me.

"When I was younger..." She starts, "I had a huge crush on Tom Cruise.. Top gun..." She shrugs looking slightly embarrassed. "I sent him a letter and I got a printed fucking postcard back that said - Tom Cruise thanks you for taking the time to write, or some shit like that. It broke my little heart." She sighs. "I promised myself that if I was ever as successful as that, that I would respond to any children who wrote to me personally."

She takes a sip of her coffee then reaches for a stack of letters. "That's really sweet." I lean in and kiss behind her ear. "I never liked Tom Cruise anyway."

"You've heard of him?" She turns feigning shock.

"You and your smart mouth." I press my lips to hers gently.

"You love my mouth." She winks, referring to the amazing blow job she gave me in the shower.

"I certainly do." I wink back. She turns her attention back to the letter she just opened.

"Ewwww." She screws up her face like she's just eaten a lemon. She shivers, then screws the letter up and throws it behind her.

"Do I want to know?" I scan her face.

"No you don't." She shivers again then proceeds to open the next letter.

Curious, I take a letter from the pile and hold it up. "Go for it." She shrugs. "Put any you think I should read or reply to in a separate pile. Anything um...questionable.. Just throw out." She looks up at me nervously, like she's not sure if I should really be reading some of the letters. What does she think I'll find, naked photos of men?

I open the letter and scan through it. It's from a young girl who 'wants to grow up and be famous just like Ana'. I smile reading it. That can go in the reply pile.

Most letters I open are similar, either from fans who want to be like Ana, people wanting acting advice, people requesting autographs.

I open the next one.

"What the fuck?" My eyes bulge and my mouth gapes. "Really?" I start laughing.

"What's funny bro?" Elliot stands behind me and looks down.

"Oooo shit." He grins. "Now that's what I'm talking..." He stops abruptly when he looks up and sees Kate looking over.

"What is it?" Ana asks leaning over and resting her chin on my shoulder. I try to hide the photo but she sees it.

"What? Oh my god. Pass that here." She screeches, yanking the photo from my hands. It was a woman, looked to be early 20's lying on a bed naked with her legs spread. She had written 'I love you Ana' down the side of the photo. "I can't believe you seen her.. " Ana face flushes beet red and she rips the photo up.

"I didn't know it was in there." I laugh. She frowns, her eyes narrowing. Oh, Ms. Steele's upset because I seen another lady naked? "She's got nothing on you." I whisper in her ear, stroking the back of her neck. It's the truth, she didn't. The only pussy I'm interested in getting up close and personal with is right beside me.

"You have female fans?" Elliot chokes, "like fan, fans?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Yes she has 'fan fans'," Kate laughs.

I laugh, but I know if that had been a photo of a man I might not have found it so funny.

I decide to give the letters a miss, fearing I may get myself in trouble if I come across any more photos. I focus on eating breakfast and drinking my coffee. Wisely I hold my tongue and ignore anything Ana screws her face up at, or throws away.

I'm doing well, until she opens a small parcel that contains a cheap, nasty ring. My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat. I hone in on the words scribbled on the piece of paper beside the box.

'I love you Anastasia. I will spend the rest of my life making you happy. Marry me?'

"What the fuck?!" I cringe, my tone full of disgust and anger. People actually propose to her via mail?

"It's nothing... I don't..." Ana is instantly on guard. Fuck, Calm down Grey. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I think back to the look on Ana's face yesterday when I lost it. My leg starts bouncing, and finger fingers tapping trying to reign in my temper. Who the fuck does this person think he is proposing to my girl? My girl! If anyone proposes to her it'll be me!

Me proposing? Ha! What a joke. I'm not cut out for marriage, am I? What kind of husband would I make, I don't do kids, would Ana want kids? What the fuck is wrong with me? Snap out of it Grey!

I look up at Ana. She is chewing her lip nervously, her eyes wide - alert. Is she waiting for me to loose it?

"Bro." Elliot mutters - it's a warning to cool it.

I shake my head trying to rid the jealous cloud hovering above me. Fuckers better back off.

"I need another coffee, want a refill, baby?" I manage to mutter, pushing my chair out and swiping my empty cup from the table.

She blinks a few times. "Thanks." She pushes her cup over to me, still eyeing me cautiously.

I pick up her cup, getting another glimpse of the ring. Where did he get it from, fucking Walmart? I swallow, trying to swallow away my overwhelming desire to bash the fuck out of the piece of shit cubic zirconium with a hammer and head to the kitchen with the cups.

When I get to the kitchen I rest my hands on the edge of the bench top and look down at the floor. There's no way of avoiding this, it's her career, the crazy fans come with the package. How do I get past it?

I smell her before I see her, her vanilla berry shower gel permeates my nostrils, saturating my senses. Her tiny hands glide around my waist and she rests her head on my back.

"I'm sorry..." She murmurs. "I probably shouldn't have been opening the mail with you here."

"You are mine." I breathe. She fastens her hold on me.

"Yours." She whispers.

"I've never been one for 'sharing is caring' and all that shit." I mumble petulantly. She giggles knowingly.

"Really? I never would have guessed."

I twist in her arms and she looks up at me, her eyes dancing with amusement. "You and your smart mouth."

"I want to kiss you." She grins, eliciting a smile from me - a single smile from her thawing my mood. She completely disarms me.

"Then kiss me." I mouth. I beat her to the punch, cupping her face and lowering my mouth to hers. Her mouths is as warm and inviting as ever, her tongue seducing me with gentle caresses. I moan into her mouth, it's instinctive, her mouth makes me crazy with desire. I have no option but to succumb to her.

"Come, I'll show you around." She takes a step back, breaking our lip contact. I want it back.

She takes my hand and gives me the grand tour, finishing with a visit to Carter and Taylor in the security quarters. After she informs Carter of her schedule for the afternoon she leads me back to the house, grabs her sunglasses and two bottles of water from the fridge then takes me back outside.

She walks down to the expansive grass area where we sat last night and sits, patting the grass next to her, asking me to sit beside her.

"I'll understand if you don't want to come to the show tonight." She says, handing me a bottle of water.

I chew my lip, contemplating my options and running through different scenarios. If I go, I have no doubt that i'll be grinding my teeth all night, but if I don't none of the fuckers there will know she is with me. If I go, I can bid on her lingerie, if I don't some other fucker is going home with her panties. If I go, I can have her by my side at the after party, if I don't every fucker will think she's fair game. She's mine!

I wrap my arm around her stomach and lower her to the grass. "You know you'll be coming home with every item you wear tonight... And..I expect my own private show when we get home."

"The x-rated version." She licks her lip and drags her bottom lip through her teeth.

"Give me a kiss." I grin.

She puckers her lips, and fuck it if doesn't make me hard. She's too fucking adorable. "Don't move."

I reach into my back pocket and take out my phone. She starts laughing and covers her face. "Give me a kiss." I growl, opening the camera app on my phone. She puckers her lips again and I take a photo. This is going on my desk at the office.

"Cute," I smirk.

"Cute,". She mouthes and pulls me down to her.

Ana left about 4 hours ago - but not before I had my wicked way with her again. God i can never get enough. I had her screaming and writhing in her bed.

I spent the afternoon lounging in the pool with Elliot, have just had a shower and now I am about to leave for the show. I am going a little early because Ana wants me to come and keep her company while she gets her hair and make up done. Do they even allow males behind the scenes? She's assured me its fine and given me a piece of paper - a guest invitation granting me access to backstage.

Because I'll be there for quite some time before the show I dress casually and pack a suit for later. I'm sure there will be somewhere I can change.

Taylor pulls up behind the building which is surrounded with paparazzi. There's no fucking hiding from them, they are everywhere. I grab my invitation and climb out of the car - ignoring the flashing lights and stream of questions about the status of my relationship with Ana.

Walking straight to the entrance I let Taylor open the door for me and leave the circus behind.

"Hi," A tall blonde woman greets me. "Can I help you?" She purrs. Ugh. I hand her the piece of paper.

"I am here for..."

"Ana?" She smiles. "Follow me." Her eyes scan me from top to toe and back up again before turning and walking me through a maze of corridors.

"Just in here." She pushes the doors open to reveal a hive of activity. There are hairdressers curling and straightening and technicians powdering and primping. "Right... There." She points to the far left of the room and I see Ana sitting in a chair with a pink Victoria Secret robe on. She has her phone to her ear while a hairdresser takes out her rollers. She looks up from the paper she is reading and smiles at me. "Hi," she mouthes as I reach her.

"Hey," I look her over appreciatively and sit myself down in the seat next to her.

"I'll talk to you later Daddy, love you." She hangs up and holds up her phone. "I knew you were here." She passes me her phone. It's open on our fan 'sightings' website.

'The rumour mill is heating up'

After reports last week of a possible relationship between movie star Anastasia Steele and self-made billionaire Christian Grey, any attempts to confirm the rumour have been fruitless. However, it looks as though there might be some truth behind the rumour.

Both Anastasia and Christian were snapped last night arriving in L.A, although they arrived separately, the two were seen only hours apart.

Anastasia is in L.A for the celebrity Victorias Secret show, and look who was just snapped arriving at the building - none other than the sexy billionaire himself.'

I look at the photos of me exiting the SUV. "That was fast." I mutter.

"I have you on my google alert. I think you look cute." She smirks.

"Cute." I mouth, rolling my eyes.

I take her hand and stroke her knuckles with my thumb. The fact that the hairdresser stops mid curl to stop and stare at our hands doesn't go unnoticed. I glance up at her causing her to shut her mouth quickly and resume working on Ana's hair.

"You look gorgeous." I lean forward and kiss her jaw.

"My Dad, Ray. He wants to meet you." She bites her lip nervously.

"Ahhh, should I be scared?" I chuckle.

"No... But maybe learn to fish before hand... Will you meet him for me?"

"Of course. Whenever, baby. Just let me know when." She rewards me with a stunning smile.

"Mmmmm...don't break a leg." I nuzzle her neck. "I want them wrapped around my head tonight." I drag my lips across hers.

I leave her begrudgingly, I don't want to, but the show is only about 20 mins away from starting. Kate who decided to bring Elliot along is showing me through to the showroom.

Elliot's sitting in the front row, situated at the centre of the runway. The place looks like a winter wonderland. It's amazing.

"You up for this?" Elliot asks as I sit down next to him. I look around. There are just as much women here as there are men, and if I'm honest they all look respectable. I don't know why I was expecting a bunch of redneck pricks.

"As ready as I'll ever be. Here." I reach into my pocket and pull out a blank, signed cheque.

"I knew you loved me." He laughs and holds it at each end, pushing it together then snapping it straight.

"Fuck off. I want you to buy all of Ana's outfits." I scowl. He looks at me with raised eyebrows.

"Why don't you?"

"Because I don't want to look like a...pervert."

"You'd rather it was me who looks like a pervert?" He hoots.

"Frankly, yes. Just fucking do it." I growl.

"No," He scoffs, "but I'm keeping this." He holds the cheque up.

"I'll do the bidding." Kate snatches the cheque from Elliot with a grin and shoves it down the front of her top.

Well i'm not fishing it out of there. I frown and turn to face the runway. I can feel everyone's eyes on me but I refuse to give in and look back. Nosy fuckers.

The lights dim and the show begins. A woman walks out on stage, welcoming everyone and talking a little about the cause.

The show is in full swing now, woman after woman strutting down the runway barely covered, or with huge props hanging off them. A few look familiar, but I wouldn't have a fucking clue who they are. Mick Hucknall - Simply red, is on the stage singing, the music setting the mood. Smooth and sultry.

I look down at the programme, only to snap back up when the crowd start getting noisy. I see another singer walking out on stage, taking a bow and grabbing a mic. Ive seen him before, Wyclef Jean. The music starts up again. I blow out a dramatic breath. There she is, and judging by the noise erupting, the crowd have been waiting for her.

"Proud Bro, proud. That's your girl." Elliot nudges my shoulder.

Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. She's wearing a little creamy, yellow lace number with a large sheer scarf draped around her. The scarf flutters behind her as she saunters down the runway.

Oh shit. The closer she gets the heavier my chest gets. I can practically see her pussy! What the fuck?

"Yours Bro." Elliot growls in my ear. I focus on the lyrics, they are singing about an angel. Angel, angel...my angel! I chew on my lip, my eyes scanning her body. Fuck she's a work of art, and mine, all mine. She sees me and bites her lip slightly. I give her a wink and she smiles and carries on.

She's doing it for her Mom. Her Mom. Her Mom, I repeat over and over as she makes her way back, her fantastic ass barely covered.

She disappears from view and my shoulders drop. Well I didn't die of a heart attack, and I'm going to enjoy tying her up with that scarf later - you can be damn sure of that.

Ana had four different outfit changes - if you can call what she was wearing an outfit. The show is over and the after party, auction function has started.

I go to the bar and order our drinks. I'm opting for an orange juice, I don't need a repeat performance of Thursday. I feel surprisingly calm for having just watched my Girl strut around in her underwear in front of hundreds of people.

I owe Elliot. He kept me in check. I'm lost in my thoughts when a pair of familiar hands snake around my waist.

"Hi," she purrs beside my ear. My eyes close, relishing in the feeling of having her back by my side.

"Hi." I grin, turning and pulling her into my arms. She inhales sharply, and exhales slowly. "You okay?" I ask, tucking her hair behind her ear.

I can see her lip quivering. "I'm okay.. Just a little..." She shrugs. She'll be thinking about her Mom.

I bend my knees slightly and lower my mouth to her ear, "Your Mom would have been so proud of you." I whisper. Her hand moves up to hold my face. "I'm proud of you...You looked spectacular up there." She inhales jaggedly and release it slowly.

"Thank you,". She breathes.

"I'm looking forward to my own personal show later, I think we do something with that snake." I scrape her ear with my teeth eliciting a shiver from her. One of her outfits was black and white, she had a fake snake wrapped around her and huge angel wings attached to her back.

We take the drinks from the bar and find Kate and Elliot. Kate is going to town bidding on Ana's lots. It's amusing to watch.

I get them for a steal really. What's 1.3 million for my own personal VS show?

The party switches gears when the auctions finish. Wyclef Jean takes the stage and provides the entertainment. I float with Ana, she is being pulled in every direction.

When the evening starts to die down and I have Ana to myself for the first time since she meet me at the bar, I take the opportunity to pull her onto the dance floor.

She grins, her teeth clamping down on her lip as I twirl her around then pull her into my arms - her back to my front. My arms wrap around her stomach and I start moving us to the music. Wyclef Jean is singing 'Two Wrongs' - a female singer having joined him on stage.

She leans back into my arms, her body relaxed and moving in sync with mine. Glancing up I see a group of men by the bar looking at her. Fuckers. I grin smugly at them and brush her hair behind her shoulder. I lower my mouth to her skin and trail kisses down her neck. She's mine assholes.

After dancing through a few songs and Ana introducing me to a few acquaintances, we leave for home.

Kate paid for the lingerie, it'll be delivered tomorrow. I won't get my show tonight after all, but I'm sure we can improvise.

Taylor picks us up from the back of building, avoiding the media out front.

Opening the door for Ana, I let her slide in before hopping in after her. "That was exhausting." She sighs, twisting in the seat and putting her feet on my lap. I pull her shoes off and start massaging her feet. Her eyes close on a sigh and a satisfied smile grows on her face.

"Better?" I ask.

"Mmmm." She moans. "Much. So what did you really think?" She opens her eyes and catches my gaze.

"I think I'm pretty fucking disappointed I don't get to play with that snake tonight." I laugh. "Honestly? I think I'm the luckiest bastard in the world."

"I'm looking forward to showing you off tomorrow night." She grins, unbuckling her seat belt and climbing onto my lap. I grab hold of her hair, twirling it around my hand then it pull back, tilting her face up.

"You're beautiful." I murmur then pull her down to me, our lips pressing together softly.

"Someone's talking about you." She mutters against lips. She kisses me quickly then leans over to grab her phone from her bag. "Snapped."

She looks down at her phone with pursed lips. "My hair almost looks blonde in that light." She turns her phone to me.

'Ana's Secret'

It seems Victoria wasn't the only one with secrets tonight. We were lucky enough to source this exclusive photo taken at the Victoria Secret after party. Anastasia Steele and her boyfriend - Seattle Billionaire Christian Grey. You seen it here first.'

I look at the photo, it was taken from behind me at the bar, when I was telling Ana how proud her Mom would have been of her.

"Boyfriend." I mouth and she giggles.

"Boyfriend."