A/N: Firts of all, thank you all so much for reading my story! I'm so happy you are all loving it. So, are we ready for some drama, Ladies? I know I am, we all know the life of Christian and Ana can't be all fluff. They need some obstacles to prove they are endgame. So, let's see who will bring this drama. Do you have any idea? Please review and Enjoy! xx

Chapter 29: Crashing down.

CONFIRMED: BILIONAIR CEO CHRISTIAN GREY NOT LONGER AVAILEBLE.
You read it correctly, 34 year old Christian Grey is officially off the market. After we posted the first pictures of the CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings with a beautiful brunette by the Marina last Monday, the billionaire let out a statement. A statement in which he tells the whole world that he is in a relationship with one Anastasia Steele. That's right ladies, crying is understandable and allowed.

The statement, which you can read below, tells us the two have met a few weeks ago and that they are in a committed relationship. Steele, 27 years old, reportedly is a Fiction Editor at Grey Publishing, formerly known as SIP.

Will there be wedding bells in the future? Babies? If so, you will read it here first!

STATEMENT CHRISTIAN GREY AND ANASTASIA STEELE
Wednesday, 6-20-2018.

Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele confirm that they are in a committed relationship. They have met each other early March. They ask the media for respect and privacy. This is the only statement the couple will make regarding their relationship. E-mails, phone calls or other applications to speak with them about their relationship, will remain unanswered.


And so the chaos begins. My phone is been buzzing with texts from people I haven't spoken to in years, my colleagues are looking at me like I'm the Queen all of the sudden and don't dare to ask questions. Jerry just told me he wants the same Ana Steele on the work floor, Thank God for that. Hannah is the only one who greeted me normal this morning. She just smiled, winked and told me my planning for today.

I knew people where going to mention it, but I had no idea this was holding so much interest. There are people with camera's standing outside Grey Publishing, waiting for me to come out. It is insanity. This morning, I had to sneak into the backdoor, where Christian's CPO Taylor let me out a black SUV. I feel like a undercover agent. It is fucking crazy.

I know someone has talked to the press. First, Christian didn't want to let out a statement at all. The plan was to just continue with hanging out low key. But then all of the sudden, my name came floating around on social media. Someone had recognized me and called the press, confirming that it was me. So, we had no choice. At least, Christian says we didn't have a choice. By letting out a statement, he hopes that the paparazzi will back off. But, no such luck yet.

In the meantime I try to do my job and not think about it. Christian feels very guilty, because he took me out on The Grace and because he didn't ask Taylor to come with us. I have no idea why. He is the last one to blame for all this. I told him that repeatedly. I just hope this whole circus is winding down soon. There are so much more important things going on in the world than my romance with Christian Grey. I can't believe anyone is interested in that.

I look at my laptop, I have twenty unopened e-mails that I need to answer, but my head is everywhere but at work. And just like that, number twenty-one is popping up. Only because of that one, my face gets a little happier when I see the name of the person who send it.

From: Christian Grey
To: Anastasia Steele
Date: 06-20-2018, 11:08 am.
Subject: Hang in there.

Dear Ana,

How are you? Is the chaos already winding down a bit? I hope you can concentrate. I know it is hard, my phone is almost in overdrive because of people that text me and try to call me. I hope that is not the case for you, but I have a feeling it is.

I promise you, that after this storm has come to an end, I will take you out for dinner. At the most fancy place of whole Seattle where you can eat whatever you want. I owe you. And you deserve it for being such an amazing, understanding and graceful woman. You are handling this with style, and I am proud as fuck to be yours.

I'll pick you up at five. Use the backdoor, I'll be waiting inside the car. Want to have a bite to eat at yours? I have had a look in the cookbook you gave me, and I'm going to make you diner. You might need to assist me, but I think I can manage a lot on my own. I already made sure all the ingredients and wine are bought, so you just need to sit back and relax. And jump up when I fuck up.

Have a good day baby.

Laters xx

Christian Grey
CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings

Instantly, I feel better. We are in this together. And we will get through this together. I know we will. Before I try and get back to work, I answer him.

From: Anastasia Steele
To: Christian Grey
Date: 06-20-2018, 11:13 am.
Subject: RE: Hang in there.

Mr. Grey,

I'm okay now that I've read your e-mail. Unfortunately, you are not the only one asking for my attention, but that is okay. I'm just going to focus on work. I'll be fine.

You don't owe me anything. You didn't ask for this to happen Christian. But, because I do like to be spoiled sometimes, I will accept your offer to take me out for dinner. I love food after all.

Love to see you tonight. Five is fine, I'll head out the back. I'm intrigued as to what it is your going to make me. I will be your personal knight in shining armor, standing ready in case you need to be saved. Surprise me baby, I love your surprises.

Just to let you know, I am proud to be yours too. And I have a feeling your worth every type of chaos there is. Don't worry, I won't run. Also because if I do, they will take pictures of me and whole Seattle will know about it.

Can't wait till five, miss you xxx

Anastasia Steele
Grey Publishing
Fiction Editor

I hit send and get my head back to work. The sooner I'm done, the sooner I'll see Christian and can go home. The thought alone gives me butterflies. Let's get this over with.


It is ten minutes before five and I'm just shutting down my laptop, when Hannah knocks on my office door. When I tell her to come in, I see her standing in front of my desk with a big white envelope.

"This came just now, emergency delivery they said." She says while handing me the envelope. "I'm done for today, see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Thanks Hannah, enjoy your night." I tell her after grabbing the envelope from her.

This is weird, I never get mail this late. Maybe it's from Christian. The thought makes me smile. He is really good at surprising me.

When I open the envelope however, I'm shocked. And I can instantly tell it is not from Christian. Inside, there is a picture of me, lying naked on my bed. My head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed. The sheets are just covering my hips. And my hand is under the sheet, touching myself. I know when this was taken. It was two years ago. The day after this picture was taken, I found the camera in my bedroom, hidden behind a few books on a shelf. There is also a picture from me and Christian, taken last Sunday at the Marina. It is one of the pictures that I've seen online. There is a red cross drawn over Christian. When I turn the picture around, I see there is written something on the back in black letters.

Tell me Darling Ana.
Tell me what the difference is between him and me.
Tell me why you are okay with being his.
Tell me why you didn't want to be mine.
Tell me why I'm not good enough.
Tell me Darling Ana.

I know exactly who send me this, and the thought makes me nauseous. I start to shake heavily and I'm just in time to grab my garbage can, before I throw out everything I ate today.

Christian. I need to get to Christian. Now.


In the car, I can't stop the tears from coming. I clinch to Christian, burry my face in his neck and cry. Like a baby. I can't even tell him what's wrong. And he is panicked. He keeps asking me what's wrong. And I am so upset, I can't tell him.

"Let it out, come on baby. Relax and tell me what's wrong." Christian speaks while stroking my back. I feel the car moving and I know we are driving. I still can't stop crying. I feel exactly like how I felt then. When it all happened. The thought makes me sick. I am scarred. I'm so scarred.

"Ana, please stop crying. Let me help you. Tell me what's wrong?" His voice is sweet but I can feel that his body is tense. He doesn't know what to do.

I take a deep breath, willing myself to stop crying and calm down. He can't control my life. Not again. Not now that I have Christian. Not now that I'm actually happy. Don't give him that pleasure Ana. Be strong.

After a few deep breaths, I have control over my breathing again. I take one last inhale from Christian's neck, letting his scent calm me down. Then I sit up and look at Christian. He looks pale and scarred. His thump wipes away my tears and no doubt my mascara.

"That's it sweetheart. Relax. Breathe in and out. Steady." He kisses my lips a few times. "Want to tell me what's wrong?"

I give him the envelope. I can't tell him because I'm afraid that I will start all over again. So, I'll just show him instead.

He takes out the picture of us together first, a frown on his forehead. When he takes out the other picture, his eyes chance from confusion to anger. I can almost see steam coming from his ears.

"Who took this?" He growls.

I grab the picture of us and turn it over, so he can read the text. He grabs the paper from me, his knuckles white while he reads it. I can see his blood boiling.

"What the fuck is this, Ana? Who send this?" He almost yells now.

I can feel tears forming in my eyes again. Tell him, Ana. He needs to know.

"It is from a guy I used to know. We had something for a few months. It's two years ago. He was obsessed with me. He has a restraining order. I was so scared, Christian. And now I'm scarred again. And I don't want to be that scarred again. What is he finds me. He can't know what I do again. I don't want him to know what I do." I ramble, tears streaming down my face again. And I know the things I said just now didn't make any sense. Christian must think I have lost my mind.

"What's his name, Ana? I need to know his fucking name." Christian grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. When I do, I see something I've never seen before. Complete and dangerous anger. His eyes are burning with rage. And I don't know if he is angry at me or angry because of the pictures.

"Please don't be mad at me. I didn't know he was crazy. I told him I didn't want to be with him. I would have never went home with him if..." I start, but Christian stops me by kissing my lips once again.

"I'm not mad at you, baby. I'm mad at this fucker. I'm going to kill him, I will end him. I need to know his name, Ana. Please baby, tell me his name." His eyes are a little less angry now. But his breathing is still heavy, telling me he is utterly and completely furious.

For now I just ignore the fact that Christian told me he would kill him. He is angry now. He doesn't mean it. When he knows what really went down, he won't feel the need to kill him anymore. He will blame me for it. So for now, I'll just tell him what he wants to hear.

I take a deep breath and use my sleeve to clean my nose. Super classy.

"His name is José. José Rodriquez."