Of course as you know I do not own I am just merely borrowing the characters to use and abuse as I please!

I love those of you who try and guess what happens next … especially when you're far off the mark, it means the chapters will be far more surprising.

"Mrs Grey! Mr Grey didn't mention that you were coming." Mrs Bentley says and I can see that she's visibly flustered about my unexpected arrival.

"Oh not to worry Mrs Bentley, Christian doesn't know. I thought I'd surprise him." I reply with a sickly sweet smile, I don't want to give her the impression that I'm here because my husband betrayed me, lied to me and really pissed me off.

"He's not here at the moment. He said he wouldn't be back till much later." She says having relaxed a little.

"That's fine. I'll just hang around till he gets here." I shrug glancing at the clock. It's not even dinner time yet. "Did he mention when he would be back?"

"He said to have dinner ready for six. Will you be joining him?"

"Yes but can you make it for seven, I think he'll be a little pre-occupied." I say giving the hint that it's in a good way and not a bad way that I'll be keeping him occupied. Mrs Bentley gets it and smirks at me. I flash her a wink as I take a seat at the breakfast bar.

"Apologies Mrs Grey would you like something to eat or drink?"

"I'd kill for a cup of tea Mrs Bentley, and please call me Ana." I smile, she's so lovely and caring just like Mrs Jones.

"Sure thing Ana." She beams back at me.

I pull out my BlackBerry and send a quick text to Sawyer.

**HAVE ARRIVED SAFE IN ASPEN, WILL BE IN TOUCH SOON**

Once that's sent I scroll through my emails and see that there is one from Christian. I can't help but smirk.

To: Anastasia Grey

Subject: Missing you

From: Christian Grey

I've not been away four hours yet and already I wish I was home in bed with you. You're my world Ana, don't ever forget that.

I love you Always.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

If I wasn't so mad at him I would find that email incredibly sweet. Being the bitch that I am right now I quickly hit reply.

To: Christian Grey

Subject: Missing you too

From: Anastasia Grey

You are adorable Mr Grey! I miss you so much too, even though some girl time with Kate and Mia has been long overdue. How is New York?

Anastasia Grey

President, Grey Publishing, Inc.

"Thank you Mrs Bentley." I smile as she places the cup and saucer down in front of me.

"So you're surprising Mr Grey? He's only here for one night, missing him already?"

"Of course." I beam even though the real reason I've travelled for two hours on a plan is to kick his ass. "It was unplanned him flying out here, I was out with friends, had I been home I'm sure he would have invited me along." I say keeping up with my sickly sweet act.

My subconscious is still applauding me for taking this matter and doing something about it. Does he not understand that I have already got a plan to warn off his ex-subs? Does he really think I'm not competent enough to do this on my own? I want him to trust him, no, I need him to trust me more than I have needed anything from him before. What relationship can survive without trust? Not ours.

To: Anastasia Grey

Subject: New York…

From: Christian Grey

…Sucks.

I'll be home some time tomorrow. I can't wait to have you naked Mrs Grey and I plan on doing very rude things to you too. Maybe a stint in the playroom will be necessary to reconnect ;)

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

I almost perform a spit take with my tea. I swallow quickly but before I have the chance to hit reply the front door opens and my eyes slip closed. He's back.

I sit as casually as I can. My attention is on the cup in my hands rather than the door which will reveal him when he walks through it. I know he's going to be shocked and possibly furious but I don't care, he has no right to be angry, he lied to me.

"Ana." He gasps.

I turn my head, raise my eyebrows and have a sickening smirk on my lips. He looks like he's seen a ghost and I can't help but be thrilled.

"Hey baby." I smile remembering that Mrs Bentley is in the room.

"What are you doing here?" He asks walking tentatively towards me.

"I should ask you the same question." I reply unable to mask my fury.

"Mrs Bentley could you please leave us?" Christian asks visibly uncomfortable.

"Sure Mr Grey." She replies before rushing out of the room, I'm not surprised, the room is thick with tension and even I wasn't to run out.

"You flew here?" He asks.

"Yes. So did you." I say keeping my voice firm as he stops about an arms length away.

"Ana…"

"Don't. You. Dare." I hiss. "You lied to me, you said you were going to New York on business and you come here and I know you have been visiting her."

"Did you track me?" He asks in complete shock.

"No! I heard Sawyer on the phone. He didn't think I heard but I did, he said Aspen and then when he stepped closer to me he said New York and I told him if he didn't tell me the truth I'd fire him. Why lie to me Christian? Why come here at all?" I'm yelling, my throat burns and my chest expands with every breath as I practically scream at him.

"Ana!" He yells back. "I had to ok? This was my fight with Elena and not yours!"

"She could have killed you!" I yell. "It's you she wants not me! She wants me hurting!"

"Ana." He says softly.

"You promised that you trusted me to handle this but you didn't you flew here and talked to her! I was handling it Christian! I had my next steps planned out but I just wanted to enjoy the next few days with you, the award on Sunday and so one and come Monday morning I would have dealt with it, before my parents arrived. How can you not trust me?"

"I do!"

"No you don't! You've done nothing but lie to me this past week Christian! Lie to me about letting me handle it! Lie about trusting me to handle it! Lie about going to New York when in actual fact you're here handling things I should be handling!"

"I'm sorry!"

"No you're not!" I continue as I'm on a roll. "No you're not sorry because if you were that would have been the first thing out of your mouth! Right now Christian I don't know what's worse the fact that you lied to me so much or the fact that you don't trust me!"

"It's not about trust!" He yells and lunges at me grabbing my biceps to the point I'm actually scared at me. "Don't you get it? It's not about trust." He repeats much softer and now I see the tears lining in his eyes. "I trust you Ana, I trust you more than I have ever trusted anyone in my entire life but this wasn't about trust."

"Then what is it about Christian?" I beg, my own tears surfacing.

"It's about my fear. My fear that she will drive you away, my fear that she'll hurt you or kill you. It's not about trust Anastasia it's about my fear of losing you, I can't lose you."

"Why didn't you just say you'd handle it?" I ask him desperately. "From the start?"

"Because I wanted you to know that I trusted you. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you Ana, everything you uncovered on your own lead me here." He's crying and I feel guilty.

My subconscious snarls at me. It isn't my place to feel guilty but I can't help it that I do.

"I love you Ana." He whispers and I fall into his chest, my arms wrapping around him, holding him close to me.

"Why didn't you just tell me the truth?" I ask because I'm so confused right now.

"Because I was scared you'd react like this." He whispers as he runs his hands through my hair. "I didn't want a fight, I wanted to avoid one because I hate it when we fight."

"I hate it when we fight too." I whisper back. "I love you Christian."

"I love you too Ana." He replies. "Come on, stop this crying." He says softly and I cling onto him tighter.

"I just … I was scared…" I stumble through my tears. "I just thought if you're lying to me now and don't trust me now what are we going to be like a year from now, five or ten years from now. Don't ever lie to me again Christian!"

"I won't." He whispers. "I swear to you I won't ever lie to you again. It seemed the right thing to do at the time but I know now that it wasn't."

"Good." I reply snuggling into him even more.

"So you flew out here by yourself?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

I know he wants to say more on that matter but is refraining from doing so. It's quite funny to witness him not going off about my safety.

"Where's Sawyer?"

"At home. I text him to let him know I was safe, he organised a car to pick me up from the airport and bring me here." I explain. "I didn't want him here."

"I'm sure you didn't." He replies running his hand through my hair again and I relax into the feel.

"Christian."

"Yes?"

"I want to lose myself in you." I tell him.

"The feeling is mutual." He smiles before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me up stairs.