APOV

I wake feeling sore. Deliciously sore. Christian is great at sex! I hope it was good for him too since it was... vanilla. He did say he's never had vanilla sex before. I'm not sure that's possible. I mean, never? But it was beyond amazing for me! It being my first time and all.

Yes, I said first.

I am, or rather was, a 21 year old virgin.

My dream was to lose my virginity to my husband on my wedding night, but dreams change. I changed. After him, I never thought I'd trust again. There are only three people I trust, now four. I decided to never put myself out there and vowed to protect my heart, to never date. Ever. I built my walls so high, no one could get near me. Which is why I was so horrible to Christian when he tried getting in. I'm surprised I didn't scare him off, but Christian Grey broke through my defensive walls, completely knocking them down.

I no longer want marriage, that's why I had sex with Christian. Of course, I didn't want to be a virgin forever, but I also didn't want to be like my mother; one marriage to the next. After what she did to Ray, I saw how it broke him, and I promised myself, I would never be like her. So wanted to lose it to someone I trust. I know what you are thinking, I trust José, and yes, I do, because he has been my friend for years. However, he's more like a brother than a lover and it would ruin what we have.

It doesn't bother me that Christian is involved in the BDSM lifestyle, to each their own and all that. Right? After all their motto is Safe, Sane, and Consensual. And it's not like we'll be together forever, however, I could never do that, to willingly let someone hit me, beat me before sex. No way. We still need to talk, if he can do only vanilla with me, than I'd like to be more than friends. If not, he will forever be my friend.

I've never been more than friends with anyone.

What 'more' means, I'm not sure. Does it mean just sex? What I do know is, whatever more means, I want it with Christian Grey.

Christian is still sleeping so I'm just laying here wrapped in his arms. I want to lay like this forever, I feel so safe in his arms, and I can't even explain the feeling I have when I'm with him. I've never felt this before.

Thankfully Christian's windows automatically tint as the light comes through, so it's not very bright in his room.

I look at the clock and, "Oh my god."

I didn't hear an alarm go off. Did he even set the alarm?! If we don't get up now, we are seriously going to be late for work! I still have to stop at my place to get work attire and that's in the opposite direction to GEH from here.

I know Christian is awake now because I feel his arms tighten around me.

"Mmmm..." He nuzzles my hair and kisses my head. "You said that a lot last night, baby."

"OH MY GOD!" I sit up fast, taking the sheet with me to cover myself modestly.

"Anastasia?"

We're going to be so late!

I look at him with a wide eyes. What if I get fired!

"Don't." He pleads and closes his eyes tight.

I don't want to ruin the moment either, but we're going to be late!

I quickly jump out of bed, bring the sheet with me.

"Anastasia?" He sounds confused.

I turn around to tell him, we're okay, just late, but he is starring at the evidence of my lost virginity.

"You..." He looks at me bewildered. "You're a... I mean. You were a virgin?"

"Yes, I am. I mean, I was."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"What are you sorry for? I wanted to have sex with you. If I didn't want to, I would have stopped you. I enjoyed last night, Christian."

He grabs my arm, pulling me down onto the bed, and leans over me.

"You're mine? All mine." I'm not sure if it's a question or a statement. He sounds like he doesn't believe it, but yes, I guess I am.

"Yes," I giggle. "All yours."

He growls, grabbing me, kissing me like his life depends on it. His hands are roaming my body, and he pushes my legs open so he can settle between them. Since we are both still completely naked, the head of his erection is bumping into my sex.

"I have to grab a condom." His husky voice is making me even more wet than I already am, and when he reaches for a condom, I moan, wrapping my arms around him.

He holds the foil packet in his hand, and starts kissing my neck.

"I left a mark." He muses.

Oh great, now I'll have to cover it up for work. Crap! We have to get ready for work.

"Stop." He pulls away from my neck and looks at me with a mix of lust and confusion. "We have to stop."

"You don't want to?" He furrows his brow. "You don't want me?"

"Yes and yes, of course, I do, but-"

"Then why are we stopping?" He starts kissing my neck again.

He's making it harder to resist him, but I have to.

"Christian!" I grab his shoulders, not wanting him to stop, but push away because we have to.

"Christian, stop, we're going to be late to work." With that, his head snaps up to look at the clock.

"Shit!" He shouts, jumping out of bed gloriously naked. "Fuck! I'm late!"

I giggle when he rushes to his closet.

"I know, I told you we're going to be late." I tell him, sitting up in bed, holding the sheets around me so my body is covered.

"I'm not going to be, I am." I hear him from his closet. "Fuck! I had a breakfast meeting this morning. I never sleep in."

He comes back out wearing only his boxer briefs, his signature grey suit, white shirt, and silver tie are in his hands, along with a bag. He puts everything on his bed and begins to put his pants on.

"There's work clothes in this bag for you." He tells me.

"Wow, thank you."

"I gotta go." He kisses me only wearing his pants.

He grabs his shirt, putting it on unbuttoned, then he grabs his tie, and shoes I didn't see he had, and walks out of the room.

I pick up the bag and head towards his ensuite to take a much needed shower.

I wont have time to dry my hair so I put it up in a messy bun before I step inside the shower.

I'm quickly washing my body and jump startled when I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me. I look over my shower and giggle when I see Christian behind me.

"I thought you left. Are you not late?"

"I am." He kisses my bare shoulder. "I heard the water, and just the thought of you naked in my shower was too hard to pass up."

He turns me around so he can kiss me, which quickly turns passionate. I moan when he grabs my ass but then he pulls away.

"I gotta go." He repeats quickly, slapping my ass before he leaves for real this time.

After I finish my shower, I put on the ridiculously expensive clothes I could never afford, and look in the mirror.

I know they say you give off a different vibe once you loose your virginity, and I am glowing, but I didn't think it was this noticeable.

It's all curtsey of Christian Grey.

When I walk back out to the bedroom, the evidence of my lost virtue is staring back at me. I would at least put his sheets in the washer, but I don't know where the laundry room is. I pull his bedding off the bed and just overstuff them in his hamper.

Finally ready for work, I walk out to the main room, only to stop in my tracks when I remember I don't have my car and I'm wearing heels.

Crap!

"Good morning!" I hear a woman cheer, a little too brightly.

I look around and fins a pretty blonde, standing behind the breakfast bar.

Who is she?

"Hi." I squeak nervously.

"Would you like some breakfast, Ms. Steele?" Well, it seems she knows me.

"Um... I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage."

"I'm terribly sorry, please excuse me, I am Mrs. Jones. Mr. Grey's house-manager."

"Oh!" I sound relieved, but to be honest, I am.

"I'm Ana," I say, walking over to her. "and no, thanks for the offer but I'm running late. I'll just grab a banana, if that's alright?"

"Of course." She smiles kindly as she hands me a banana.

I thank her and turn around so I can use the elevator, but I gasp in shock when I see the man that was following me yesterday. Sawyer, I believe Christian said his name was. If Christian wasn't running late, I'm sure he would have introduced me to this Sawyer.

"I come in peace." He jokes, holding both his hands up in mock surrender.

Funny.

"Sorry, you startled me, and um... I apologize about yesterday." I say as I point to the bruise he's sporting today.

"That was my fault," He assures me. "I apologize for startling you, and again for yesterday's misunderstanding. Are you ready to leave, Ms. Steele?"

What's it to him. He's just supposed to follow me right?

"Um. Yeah."

I walk passed him, but he follows me to the elevator, so I stop and turn around.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll be driving you to work, ma'am."

"What?!" I shake my head no. "I can get there myself, thank you."

I call the elevator, but he continues.

"Mr. Grey insists, ma'am."

"Well, I insist not."

"I'm just following orders, ma'am."

Ugh! Instead of arguing with this very insistent man, I pull my phone out of the bag I'm using and call Christian.

"Grey!" His sexy voice snaps.

"Christian, would you mind explaining Hulk to me?" I ask frustrated.

"What? Baby, I'm in a meeting. Can I call-"

"No, Christian," I interrupt him, "I can take myself to work. He can follow me, but I'll walk."

"Anastasia, you're running late, just let Sawyer drive you. I have to go."

"Christian!" I stomp my foot and whisper, "I can't trust him, I don't even know him!"

"Baby, Sawyer is a professional."

"Can the woman drive me?" I try to reason with him.

"Mrs. Jones?"

"Yeah, just until I get to know Mr. Sawyer."

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"I'll meet you for lunch. My office?"

"Okay." I smile.

"Laters, baby."