So so so so so so soooooo soryyyyyyyyy.

I'm so freakinnnnnggggggg late!

Please, all of you, do forgive me!

Fever, I had.

Sorry!

Though, you are here...so,

WELCOME!

FSG Belongs To ELJames

Apov

I'm so outraged now, I cannot even describe let alone stand in the middle of the great room with a knife, pleasantly-outraged waiting for him to arrive.

And he's late! its since an houre I left him the text and he hasn't yet showed his face.

Where the fuck is he? Because today he is so done!

My feets starts doing the backward-across-forward cramping and I haveto stomp it continuesly.

Its so fucking frustrating!

Ping!

The elevator door opens. Finaly!

He advance in the great room, with perplex expression.

Yeah, what about me?

Before he can say anything I rush forward and attack him with the knife.

"What the fuck!" He yells "Are you psycho?"

And suddenly Mr. Taylor with this new whoever he is, man in black holds out their gun.

My knife hangs in mid air, inches away from his neck.

Scoffing, I step back.

"Yeah, I think. And I'm up to considering, deceasing you"

He eyes Mr.Taylor and another man and they both puts their gun back.

"And I don't care..." I continue pointing at them "...if they shot me"

Yeah, I think I've gone mad!

He rubs his head cursing under his breath "What happened Anastasia? Why are you bahaving like this?"

Really? He doesn't know yet?

I supress the urg to scream and stare at him eye to eye "This happened!" I point to the another man with my knife and instantly he backs.

Christian takes a look at him "Luke Sawyer yeah! So?" Seriously?

He's acting so innocent for no good.

I heave a heavy breath, I must calm myself "Am I a prisoner to you"

"No, you are my wife" He says and steps forward.

I step back "Don't! Why the fuck was he following me?"

"For your safety!"

"'Safety' Ha!" I laugh without humore.

"Yes!"

"I said 'I'm capable of taking care of myself'!" I yell and it follows scattering sound from the kitchen.

I turn around and Gail, stands their, looking at me, concerned.

"I'm sorry Gail...just little tense" I apologize and she nods.

Smiling wryly she asks "Can I make you a cup of tea?"

"Yes please, thank you" I smile back warmly and turn to Christian with piercing eyes.

"So?" I cock my head.

He doesn't say anything, just looks me for few moments and then takes my hand.

"Come" He leads me through the great room to his room and shuts the door behind.

"Can you calm down, and we talk?" He says, impulsive.

"I feel Iike a prisoner, open the door" I snap.

He runs his hand through his hairs, takes my hand and sit me on the bed.

"Now, what is it?"

"You made him follow me!" I say, accusingly.

"Yes I did! For your safety Anastasia"

"Like this, spying?"

"No! Its reasonal"

"Christian, please, stop! I'm not to be followed!" I sound deadly heated angry.

"Okay" He says nonchanlantly, pausing he adds "He'll be with you!"

"No!" I shout, flabbergast and jump to my feet.

But he pushes me down again "Please! Try to understand. Please! Anything can happen. Its not like that everyone not knows about you, us! You need to be safe. I cannot risk you in danger" He kneels down before me and takes my hands "Please, you are important"

"Why do you care so much for me?" I blurt out. My hands already shaking. This is superly irrelevant.

He gazes at me, his grey binding softer "I don't know" and shaking his head jumps to his feet.

Even though I shouldn't. Even though it doesn't make sense. Even it might not be true. Even, eve, even...I must ask. I cannot help myself "Do you love me?"

And there, his eyes getting darker, melding in mine.

Changing ita colour and humore itself.

Conveying the unspoken words whoch I myself cannot comprehend.

"I don't!" He replies at once and opens the door "Please Anastasia..." He gazes back at me "...I want you to be safe! I'm asking this time, else your are free"

"Fine!"

And I descend.

*

There's too much to take in too much to do and I no idea which to comes first.

A heavy care which Christian is showing which I repress to take in and a new portolio to work from Ned.

And now as I think, work comes first.

As I sit down with my laptop I can't help recollecting todays event.

First my new team, friendly, wierd even some lusting over the boss...eewwuu!

Miss. Lucifer seemed quite nice and very formly firmed too 'only work during work hours'!

The shock was Rose who barked in our office ushered me out into hers all while widely beaming at me and I was the like 'Have she won some oscar?'

Finaly as we entered her office she exploded like fully filled bomb "Oh My God! Mrs. Anastasia Christian Grey! Here in my office this is sick I'm so shocked not that not excited and very much happy for you marriage with Grey I cannot believe it happened I knew it the moment I saw you two together that you both are match made in heaven, made for each other, destined for each other. Good Grace I'm was shell shocked but now as you are here tell how, why, where, when exactly did this happened I want every single details..." And so she babbled all the way for half an hour to which I just nod-smiled-uttered yes or no and done.

I did wonder 'has she been spending time with Mia?'

When she finished she looked at me, with patronizing gaze, scutnizing me. I didn't tell her the 'how, why, where and whens' just said its quite very much private and she nodded. I don't know why I concealed the truth from her but I never got another chancd to return back to it as she quickly moved to another topic.

"How do you liking here?" She asked. I did answered warmly its very pleasant here and pleasnt people, pleasant environtment to which she soon got bored of my 'pleasnataries' and I have to say it was humorouse moment.

Than I asked the questions bugging me as to why she—I know she characterized me for the position I'm in as I asked her to set me in wherever she pleased— put in Executive Management?

She said my management skills are outsanding and the way I organise things I should be in Management organising every projects and deals and whatsoevers.

Slowly I seem to take her words. She's the boss, if she thinks I'm worth than let it be.

I told her I should be working my first day not having tea with my boss which she halfway ignored and asked very bold questions I'm so embarrassed even to think about it. No! No! No! I jumped to my feet before she could utter any further and indulge on leaving. Watching my eagerness to get back she let me go. I did not wanted to seen chucking with my boss on first day!

As I was leaving she hold my hands in hers and in a protective tone said "Grey can be a pain in ass, however, I'm here to take care of you...whenever you want, just call" I smiled back and replied I will, she made me feel like a little sister.

And Hellejulah! Finaly I have an elder sister! She can be pretty quirky, Rose.

Thinking of her as a sister...elder...or anyone...seems like a lid of bad memories.

Too Dramatic!!

I scoff and flop onto my pillow.

Its almost midnight and tomorrow...rather today I will be asigned my first project. Ha! Can't wait for that.

Specialy to meet all those...my collegues.

I scoff again and roll over, flopping onto my elbows.

They all are nice...though, so...I don't know how to catagorise them.

The clock over my bed, ticks and ticks and ticks...Jesus its so annoying!

"I must sleep..." I mutter and pounce into the pillow.

*

I cannot help thinking what he said earlier the other evening.

I mean, why? Why so much protective.

And as I go deeper his 'No' strikes me like a chocolate taking away from a kid.

He said he doesn't love...then why so much care? Why?

He doesn't loves me, why?

Silly Ana!!

What 'Why'?. He doesn't... thats end of it!

Don't think too much.

Well, my FUCKING head cannot help it! Specialy when this new Mr. Men in Black suit stands across the great in firm countenance, typically ready to catch the traitor.

Damnit!

My head is flooding with various illogical questions...well, they are not really illogical. Some of them makes sense.

For example- why the hell Christuan Grey cares so much for me? even if he doesn't have any hard feelings for me, then why? And he hasn't told me everything, there are more in the story than he let on or why else anyone would just marry someone because of a freaking news?

Ha!

I swallow my last bite of pancakes as Christian swivels into the kitchen.

He sits beside me "Good Morning Mrs. Grey"

Yeah, yeah ofcourse. I just ignore him and drink my half filled glass of water.

He thus, adds "Well, as you agreed last evening...Sawyer will be driving you to office today—"

The next moment was a bomb-shell acceptance. And the gurgeling water inside my mouth spill out at him!

For a while there is mourned slience as I stare up at him and he, like always, seems annoyed.

Getting back in the situation I say "Okay, first...sorry about the water and excuse me! What the hell do you think about yourself? He Is Not Driving Me!!" I point to the new men.

"Thats non-negotiable!" Christian replies simply brushing his face with his hands.

"It is! if you will" I counter.

"Well, then, I will not!" He counters back. What the...!

"No!"

"Yes!..." turning to the new men he adds "...Sawyer get the car ready—"

"Don't you dare!"

"Yes, Sawyer! Now" Christian stands and ushers the new men to move.

Stick to my sit and I say "No! You won't be driving me! Mr...Mr.." what was it? "...Mr...Mr..."

"Sawyer" Christian puts in.

"Yes Mr. Sawyer!"

"And why is that Mrs. grey?" Christian, his eyes dwelling in annoyance.

I turn to Mr. Sawyer "Beacuse...because..." I peak Christian and he is, lips twitching. waiting for my answer. He thinks its funny? Well, its not! I do have a answer, which is...and without thinking, to Mr. Sawyer, I blurt out "Beacuse I'm Anastasia Christian Grey!" Yeah! That! "I am the half owner of his everything...even you Mr. Sawyer..." at this I chance a peak at Christian and he has his brows raised in bewilderment. Well why not! Such a turner I'm, from declination to a bloody smart user.

Further, ignoring Christian to Mr Sawyer I add "And even his...GHE!"

"GEH!" Snaps Christian. Oops! That went wrong!

Anyway "Yeah! The same...I'm the half owner"

"Yeah?" Christian screws his brows.

"Yes!" I nod and usher Gail to get near me then wisper to her "I'm the half owner aren't I'm?"

"Oh, you must are dear!" She wispers back.

"He must have mention me in his will" I wisper ask.

"Oh! well, not that I'm aware of but he must as you are his wife" Shw replies is wisper.

"And what if he has not!"

"Well, he hasn't said anything yet, so you are at liberty of what you desire—"

"What are you two wispering about?" Christisn's voice spilits us apart.

"Nothing!" Me and Gails reply together "Abosolutely nothing"

Crossing my legs I say to Christian "So, what were you saying?"

"You were"

Was I? "Oh yeah right! Okay, so listen, people will know...something is you know—"

"I don't know!" He puts in.

"Oh shut up! Let me finish! People will know that something is going on betwen us or they might work out that we are..." I gesture with my hands between the two us.

"Married!" Christian Finishes.

"Yes! Um...yes! And we don't want that! So, let me be free...I will take care of myslef...not following of company of unrequired man!"

"No!" This time he almost shouts. Jesus, what is it with this man and his mens. "Sawyer..." He mutters to him.

"No! Mr. Sawyer! Didn't I say I'm Anastasia Christian Grey..." I must get on my own way "...do not follow me...or I will fire you!"

With the last phrase I take my bag and walk Christian.

He expression still, surprised and furied.

And this time, he does not but I kiss him and walk over.

What a morning!

*

The day goes in liberty as Gail said and now I with my team members is having this yum-yum lunch.

We are assigned our projects and I already an hating mine.

Organising! Not of events, but projects. Blah!

"...so you know my mother said they are good friends through the fundraisings so I might meet him in one if them and who knows maybe we will..."

I shut out the entire of her, whatever she is about to say.

Keira Delecour a blond women in her early twenties, looks more like a Pairs fashion week model, hair perfectly made up and full platted make-up. Somehow she reminds me of Veronica, complaning and showing-off and right now she's is centapulising her mothers friendship with Grace Grey, Christians mother.

Vertiably thinking something might happen between her and...well, my husband.

She does know that Christian Grey is married, doesn't she?

I turn away from her directly facing Nile Shermon. Ah! A sweet face.

The way he smiles reminds me of Dad.

He doesn't smile in a charming way or handsomely its more of a smile of delight when a kid eats its favourite chocolates.

"So, how you liking today?" He smiles pushing back his brown hairs off his forehead.

"Umm...exhausting" I reply in his ears and draw back instantly.

"Oh, well, I think I can make up for that" His eyes twinkles.

"How?"

"You know, maybe we could go out somewhere tonight..." He trails off

"Oh, lovely, ofcourse...we all can..."

"Oh, no!...I mean just you and me..." he trails off, again.

Wait What? Is he asking me out on a date?

He definatly is!

No! Shit fuckity shit!

I could not! I'm married, doesn't he know that, ofcourse he doesn't!

How funny is it about life, the one thing I was dreading to accept now have to use it as a life-saver.

Jesus Christ!

I blink, once and twice at Nile, who is waiting for my answer.

God, save me!

Clearing my throat I reply "Umm...Nile, I'm sorry, I cannot, some personel work" I looks at him apologicaly and his face fall.

But recovering it at instant he says "Perhaps, some other day then?" he looks so hopefull I don't want to break his heart.

"I'm sorryy...I cannot..." Shit! he is deterioting! "...okay, maybe some other day"

And now he is ecstatic "Perfect!"

I rise to me feet "Work, I must go! Bye everyone!"

"Bye Ana" They all chorus and I almost run out of the retuarant.

*

The day goes in a blur, and thank Jesus I haven't seen Christian Grey, so it was even splendid.

As I'm walking down the GEH driveway...yeah! I can get that right, just after bidding everyone 'goodnight' and Nile reminding us of our 'someother day'. I couldn't find myself to say 'no', he is so sweet and nice.

A SUV pulls in front of me and Mr. Taylor jumps out, opens the door and ushers me.

Inside Christian Grey is waiting, smiling and instantly I want to withdraw but the car has started moving.

Great!!

The evening before...no! The entire day I felt someone eyeing me or following me and by the end of the day I was sure of it. As it is I located Mr. Sawyer just outside GEH eyeing me, when asked he said "Mr. Greys order ma'am". I was shit-down furious! How dare he make someone follow me!

Mr. Sawyer then drove me to Escala, on as command, today Mr. Taylor it is.

"I heard you are doing great work" Christian says as I put on my seatbelt.

"I always do great" I mutter.

"Well..." He continues"...though your poetic skills should not be on waste..." Wait what? Poetic skills?

"Wait, wait, wait..." I interject "...how do you know about my poetic skills?"

"You worked for a magazine"

"Yes, but that was in Alaska..." I pause as the realisation hits me and I look at him, nonplused "...how do you know about my poetic skills? I never told you, not anyone! Its not even in my CV?"

My eyes bore into his, waiting. Upfront Mr. Taylor clears his throat. Something definitely is suspiced.

I raise my eyebrows at him, my hackles rising.

"I ran a background check on you" He blurts out.

For a nano-second I cannot think of anything to say and a like delayed reaction as it hurls me I clamp my hand over my mouth.

"You ran a background check on me?" I shout after few moments "...why the hell!" My voice boiling in fury "...this is so disrespectful!"

"Well, it was necessary! I needed to know everything about you" He says.

"Oh! So, you could marry me atlast as a trifile!!" I shout.

"Will you stop going on that!" He shouts back.

"No!" I uproar over him.

He, thus, closes his eyes, rubs his face his, then opening again, calmly says "Criminal records, your proper address and several more...as a back"

"Ahhhh..." I groan "... you could have asked me!"

"And you would have told me?" For few moments we just stare at each other both mirroring each other's irritated countenance, then suddenly he turns away and stares ahead.

I am stirred up now! How dare he turn his face on me.

Vexed, I slid toward him and grabing the middle of his jacket I swivel him to face me "Look me Christian Grey! And tell me!"

"What?" He roars, snatching my hands away from his jacket but in avail.

"What did you find? In my background details, I want to know!"

His releases the tension as his hand slide on mine "Do you?"

"Its about me! Why wouldn't I? I want to know how much you know about me"

"Okay then..." He looses his grip on my hand "...your name, birthdate and place, address, education, work in magazine, you have a sister, Alice, suffering from a heart disease-now is fine- and a grandmother taking care of her in Alaska, working out well"

"After you put Alice into a school without consulting me" I point out "What next?"

He's quiet for few moments the continues "Your parents died when you were eleven..." I grip the seat hard on that.

"And?" My small voice utters.

This time he leans in a little, our noses almost touching. His captivating breath hits me into my core and at once I want to feel him into me. His eyes blazing. The shipment inbetween is leaking through the throng of air blow pasting in the form of ardent desire.

"That you are divorced" He wispers.

The turmoil leaps in and I ransom my grip.

*

Shit!

Man! Man!Man!

She is Divorced! What a twist!

Didn't see that coming, did ya'?

Beverly(Terrible Writer)