Chapter 14

Ana's POV:

"I'm jus gonna go find Kate n ask her to take me home. You don need to come." I don't need him to come and save me. Kate is here. She can take me home. Why did I even call him?

"No! Stay in the fucking bathroom, Anastasia." He sounds so angry and… scary. Now I really don't want him coming. I stumble towards to door. Those shots are really starting to affect me.

"She's jus out back." I'm starting to see double and can't seem to get the fucking door open. I hold the phone to my ear with my shoulder so I can use both hands, but it slips and falls to the floor with a smack. Shit!

"Ana! Are you okay?!" His voice calls from the phone. For some reason I start giggling as I bend over to pick up. This whole situation is so ridiculous.

"Oopsies. I dropped you." The door suddenly flies open letting the music fill up the bathroom.

"Shit! There you are!" It takes me a second to realize who it is as my vision focuses. Blake?... The last person I want to see right now. Christian is yelling something into the phone, but the music is too loud for me to hear him.

"Fuck off, Blake!" Why the fuck is he even looking for me? I attempt to slam the door shut, but he's already half way in.

"Ana, I'm sorry! I didn't mean what I said. I didn't mean to get so rough. I just missed you so much! I need you!" I stumble backwards as he steps all the way in, shutting the door behind him.

"What the fuck did he do to you Ana?!" I can't have this conversation with Christian yelling in my ear.

"I'll call you back." I click off the phone and set it on the counter behind me.

"Seriously, Blake! Get out!" Darkness is threatening my vision and I lean back on the counter to stop myself from falling over. I really shouldn't have taken those last couple pulls.

"Ana, please! I was angry. When you rejected me, I immediately thought that you had picked him over me. I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean any of it." I start to feel anger rise up from within me.

"What exactly are you sorry for Blake?! For leaving me crying in my apartment and ignoring all my calls? For forcing yourself on me? For calling me a slut? Which is it Blake?!" The alcohol is amplifying my anger, making my voice get louder as I go.

"Fuck! All of it, Ana! I don't fucking know how to deal with you wanting someone else!" I laugh throwing my head back.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I glare back at him. "You were all I could think about this past week. I was a mess when you wouldn't answer my calls. All I wanted was for you to come walking through my door, pull me into your arms, and tell me everything was going to be okay."

He walks forward closing the distance between us and grabs my face pressing his lips against mine. I pull back and reach up slapping him across the face. He stares at me in shock putting his hand on his cheek and the door suddenly opens.

"Ana?!" We both look to see Christian standing in the doorway in his dark gray pants and suit jacket over a white shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a small patch of chest hair. His hair is a mess and his eyes are burning with rage. My heart starts beating rapidly with fear, but also with desire. He looks so incredibly sexy.

He storms in pulling Blake away from me and moves to stand between us.

"What are you doing here?" Blake glares at him, his cheek bright red from my hand.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" It's taking every ounce of control in Christian's body to keep him from attacking Blake.

"Christian! Don't!" I try to step in to prevent this fight that is sure to happen any second. He holds his hand up at me.

"Stay out of this!" He snaps. I fall back against the counter feeling dizzy again.

"You better not have laid a fucking finger on her!" Blake laughs making Christian tense up even more.

"My fingers have been all over her." Blake is just trying to egg him on now. I'm too lightheaded to say anything to calm Christian down.

"If you hurt her…" He growls.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure she loved every minute of it by the way she moaned, begging me not to stop." Why is he doing this? I can't handle a fight right now. I feel like I'm going to pass out.

Christian glares at Blake a little longer, probably debating on whether or not to sock him in the face. He must have decided not to, because he turns around and grabs my hand helping me stand up slowly.

"I'm taking you home."

"To hell you are!" Blake steps over blocking the door.

"Move." Christian growls, still holding me up.

"Ana, you can't go with him. You don't even know him!" He pleads to me.

"Blake… please move… I need to go home…" I manage to get out. He looks at me, shocked and hurt that I'm choosing Christian over him. He turns back to Christian with rage clear in his eyes again.

"If you fucking touch her…" He points his finger in Christian's face.

"You better get that finger out of my fucking face."

"Stop! Both of you! I need to go home!" I yell, fed up with them. Can't they see that I can barely stand?

Blake drops his hand to his side and moves out of the way. Christian practically carries me to his car and gently sets me in the passenger seat fastening my seat belt over me. I let my head fall against the cold window and almost instantly drift off to sleep.

I wake up the next morning in a huge white bed, with a pounding headache. Turning to face the other side of the bed I realize that I'm alone. Where am I? And how did I get here? I look over to the night stand to check what time it is and see a glass of water and three Advil waiting for me. I slowly sit up taking all the pills and drinking half the glass. It's not until now that I realize I'm only wear my underwear and a man's shirt. Alright… What happened last night?

Just then the bedroom door opens and Christian walks in wearing a pair of gray pajama bottoms and nothing else. My body tenses up at the sight of his perfectly sculpted body.

"How are you feeling?" He asks sitting on the end of the bed, gazing at with concern in his eyes.

"I have a major headache. But otherwise I'm fine." His lips curl up into a smile.

"That's surprising. You were very drunk last night." Oh no! What did I do?

"Sorry if I did or said anything embarrassing." I look down to my hands in my lap.

"Don't worry you didn't." I bring my head back up to meet his gaze.

"How did I get here?"

"I picked you up from that house. You passed out in my car almost instantly so I brought you back here so I could keep an eye on you."

"Did you change me too?"

"Yes. You threw up a little." I pull my knees up to my chest and bury my head in them. How embarrassing?

"Do you remember anything from last night?" I rack my brain for something and remember Blake. He was so drunk… and so mean.

"Yes." I lift my head and rest my chin on my knees, no longer hiding my face.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"A conversation I had with Blake."

"About what?" Tears fill my eyes as I remember the hateful things he said to me. How can he claim that he cares about me and then say things like that?

"He said he wanted to talk. I went with him to an empty room so we could have some privacy… He was so drunk." I just stare out the huge window looking out over the city as I talk.

"What did he do to you, Ana?" Christian's voice is full of concern, but I don't look at him. I don't want to tell him what happened, what he said. I know he'll be furious and want to go beat the shit out of Blake.

"Tell me." He presses scooting closer and grabbing my hand. I close my eyes and shake my head, hoping he will just drop it for now. He sighs and brushes his thumb across my knuckles.

"Fine. Come have some breakfast." He stands throwing a white crew neck shirt on and grabbing my hand as I climb out of bed. I follow him out of his room and down the hall.

This place is huge! All the walls and floors are a crisp white. To the right, there's a white plush couch and chair facing a black marble fireplace with a large flat screen TV hanging above it and a black grand piano sits in the middle of the room behind it all. Straight ahead is the kitchen with white cabinets and black granite counter tops. Three black stools are lined up along a breakfast bar facing the kitchen. The right wall is a floor to ceiling window looking out over the skyline and a glass door leads out onto a balcony that runs the length of the apartment.

"Christian, this is beautiful." I climb onto one of the bar stools, taking everything in.

"It's home." He says impassively, opening up the fridge and pulling out a bowl of fruit. He then opens the oven taking out a pan of baby quiches. My mouth starts watering instantly. I didn't realize how hungry I was.

"That smells amazing." He smiles setting a plate in front of me then comes around to sit next to me carrying his own plate. I take a bite and my taste buds come alive. "It tastes amazing too."

"I'll have to let Mrs. Jones know you liked it."

"Mrs. Jones?" I look at him curiously.

"My housekeeper. She does the cooking and house work during the week. I let her have the weekends free, but on Fridays she always cooks meals for the weekends and leaves them in the fridge."

"So you don't cook… ever?"

"I've never needed to learn." He shrugs and continues to eat.

I rinse our dishes off in the sink once we're finished eating, while Christian sits at the bar on his blackberry. Thank god my headache has finally gone away.

After I'm done I turn around and lean my back against the counter, taking him all in. I have never met a man as sexy as him.

"Like what you see?" He smiles without taking his eyes off his phone. What is he doing on there that is so damn important?

I walk around the bar and grab the phone out of his hands. He turns his body toward me as I set it on the counter.

"Take the day off, Mr. Grey."

"As you wish. What would you like to do, Miss Steele?" I bite my lip and look up at him through my eyelashes. He takes a sharp breath and a flame of desire sparks in his eyes sending a signal straight to my groin.

He leans all the way back in the stool as I move closer to him. I stop between his legs when my lips are inches away from his, our eyes still locked on each other's. I place one of my hands on his knee and slowly slide it up his leg. His breathing becomes ragged, but he makes no effort to touch me. His eyes close when I reach his groin and began to stroke him over his pants. I move my hand to his waistband and his eyes to fly back open. Pushing my hand underneath, I firmly grab him making him hiss through his teeth. Before I can continue my assault he pulls me off of him.

"Don't." I look up at him confused. What? Why the hell not?

"Ana… You're vulnerable right now and I don't want you to do something you'll regret." I take a step back. The way he was looking at me… I thought he wanted me.

"Ana…" He runs his hand through his hair sensing my disappointment. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to resist bending you over this counter top and taking you right now, especially after that."

"Then why don't you?" My body's heating up again imagining this scenario and I bite my lip. He stares at me thinking for a minute and his eyes suddenly darken making me gasp.

"Come." He stands grabbing my hand and quickly leads me back down the hall to his bedroom.