Ana's POV

As I sit at the vanity in the guest room, the room that is now mine, I can't help but think I've made a big mistake. I should have never told Christian about my father. I never should have made such a scene and brought this mess into his pristine life. I don't belong here and I should have never inserted myself in the first place.

I finish running the straightener over my hair and fix my dark lipstick up. I have spent the past forty minutes in front of the mirror getting ready for a "much needed night out" as Christian put it. Going out is the absolute last thing I want to do right now. My mind is racing, my body is sore, and there's this ache in my chest that doesn't seem to release my breath.

A soft knock on the door disrupts my thoughts. "Ana? Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah." I sigh and take one last look in the full-length mirror. Christian chose a peacock blue dress that hugs my slight curves and flows down to my knees. He said that no one but him gets the privilege of seeing more than my caves. I couldn't help but chuckle at that and feel grateful that the dress had sleeve that traveled down to my elbows. It was a simple dress, but my pin straight hair and darker makeup made me look…almost sexy. I felt like a dark goddess that had full control.

I open the bathroom door and step out to see Christian sitting on the edge of my bed. He looks perfect in a pair of dark jeans, a black button up shirt and a dark blazer. His hair has been styled slightly with product to give it a fresh, wet look. "You look great." I say, reaching my hand out onto the doorframe to steady my balance. The blue heels he picked out were a little high for my liking, but his expression when he saw me made it all worth it.

"Wow." He makes a low whistling sound as he stands to move closer to inspect me further. His eyes rake over my body, lingering on the open cleavage, and down to the heels. "You look fucking hot." He blurts out. "I like your hair like that." He runs his fingers through the longer stands, making me melt under the pleasing sensation.

"Thank you." I blush, looking down at my feet. The heels really are cute. "Are you ready?" He reaches his arm out and I take it without question. I'll need all the help I can get to not trip. "Taylor is waiting downstairs to drive us."

I can't help but feel a little nervous. Christian said he's taking me out for a drink and dancing. Two things I rarely or never do. I know he's going to be disappointed when he sees how boring and messed up I am. I just hope he realizes it sooner rather than later.

The club is absolutely packed. Swarms of people move and gyrate on the dance floor while servers and bartenders run around trying to keep everyone happy. Clusters of leather couches and loveseats are scattered on the sides and corners of the large, three story building. The lights are dimmed, but moving lasers of orange and purple really give the place a pulse. Not to mention the rapid beat of the music playing through the speakers. This place is a scene from a movie.

"Come." Christian pulls me out of my trance and gently leads me up both flights of stairs where we are shown to a secluded, VIP section. We sit on a white couch and a waitress wearing a black cocktail dress immediately asks for out orders. "I'll have a clean whisky and she'll have a cocktail please."

The woman nods. "Yes, Mr. Grey." She runs off, leaving Christian and I sitting very close to each other.

"Come here often?" I smirk at him. He smiles and nudges me with his knee.

"I bought this place a couple years ago. I rarely come here to relax, but I do come in for check-ins often."

The waitress comes back with our drinks and I sip on the pink fruity cocktail. It was surprisingly delicious. I could barely taste the alcohol in it. I take another long sip.

"Whoa, slow down there. You're going to be seeing double soon. They make the drinks pretty strong here." Christian's voice is serious, but his face is anything but. His eyes are bright; his mouth is curved up into a devious little smirk. I can't help but lean into him more. I run my nose up his neck, smelling his cologne and the underlying scent that is purely him.

We sit on the couches for a while, talking about nothing and swaying to the music coursing through the place. I order another drink from the waitress and then another one after that. Christian doesn't say anything, but I see him watching me very closely over the rim of his first whisky still. "I've got myself a little fish over here."

I smile. An actual genuine smile. I feel good. I feel free, I feel really drunk and it's making me bold. "Would you want to dance with me? I'm not very good, but the music and these drinks and making me want to move."

Christian's eyes darken and a wave of heat makes me clench my legs together. He stands, rolling up his sleeves and reaches out his hand to me.

"I would love nothing more than to dance with you Miss Steele."

We move down to the lower level of the club, Christian hold me close so I don't stumble my way down the stairs. As we walk I notice multiple heads turn to follow Christian. Some women even wink at him as he leads me out onto the dance floor. Christian doesn't even seem to notice them, but I feel even more powerful knowing that I'm the lucky one about to be dancing with the Christian Grey. "Now," Christian pulls me close to his chest. "Let's try and not break an ankle tonight."

The next hour flies by in a fast blur of lights and pulsing music. Christian and I move with each other on the dance floor until I can't feel my feet. The liquor flows through my veins, making me a tornado of energy. I feel nothing besides Christian grinding against me as Sia sings about swaying from chandeliers. I think of nothing besides Christian and how his body moves like water over the floor, over me.

"God, you're beautiful." He blurts out as he moves his hands over my hips and further down.

I smile, laughing. Maybe it's the alcohol in me, but I am falling for this man harder and harder. "You make me feel beautiful."

He stills his hands on my waist; his eyes hazy with his own drinks hold my gaze. His beautiful, full lips part slightly and before I know it I'm crushing my lips against his. We kiss hard, hungry, trying to devour one another on the dance floor he owns. His hands grab me roughly and for once I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore besides this man.

"Let's get out of here." He whispers harshly against my mouth. "I want you," His lips move down to my neck. "In my bed."

I practically melt against him. "Yes. Call Taylor."

I can feel him smile against my skin. "Getting demanding are we Miss Steele. Isn't that my job?" He chuckles and pulls me off the floor.

Taylor picks us up outside the club. Christian drapes one hand around my waist as the other holds my heels. After we left the dance floor, Christian sat me down on a loveseat and removed them from my aching feet. He told me a proper massage would be in order once we got back.

"Mr. Grey, Miss Steele." Taylor opens the back door of the SUV and Christian ushers me in first, making sure I don't topple over. He slides in right behind me, keeping his hand on my at all times.

"Come here," He tugs me gently over to his side and pulls me onto his lap. I'm surprised at his carefree nature, but then again maybe it's the whisky acting up. Either way, I like it. It makes me feel good, desirable.

"I can't wait until we get back." I nuzzle my face into his neck, his arms wrap around my body, pulling me close. I take the opportunity to press my lips against his neck, slowly running my tongue up to his ear.

I feel his body stiffen beneath mine. His lips open and a low groan escapes his mouth. Even now I can feel his erection harden under my dress, making me crave him even more. "Taylor," Christian barks. "Hurry it up."

Christian's POV

This woman is going to undo me.

My hands shake with the need of wanting to crush her to my body and drive my cock into her over and over again. She's like a feisty tiger, clawing at me and rubbing herself over me. I hold her close as she lightly uses her tongue on my skin to drive me absolutely insane. This is a side of her that I've yet to see. Maybe it was the four cocktails that were heavily doused with tequila, but I can feel that she's actually enjoying herself and coming out of her shell.

"Anastasia," I whisper against her ear. "When we get back I'm going to make you scream with what I'm going to do to you." She shivers against me, but doesn't protest. I burry my face in her hair and smell the sweetness of her shampoo while running my hands up and down her back.

"Sir," Taylors voice pulls me out of the trance that is Anastasia. "We've arrived." He locks eyes with me through the mirror, but is too professional to give anything other than what I pay him for.

Taylor comes around and opens the door, helping Ana out of the car before I step out. I manage to fix the hard cock in my pants before helping a bare-footed Ana into the elevator. All three of us file into the small space. The tension between Ana and I is too much. I can't manage to keep my hands off her. Even now, with Taylor facing the other way, my hands run over her shoulders and down the back of her thighs. She sways into me, her back pressing against my front as I stroke the sensitive skin between her thighs.

The doors open and I quickly remove my hand. Taylor turns and gives me a curt nod goodnight and ventures off into his wing of the penthouse. Ana and I are left standing in the middle of the foyer. God, she looks so beautiful right now. Her long hair flows around her shoulders, her skin flushed a light shade of pink, her dress clings to her perfect curves…

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She whispers, moving towards me in a tipsy walk.

I take her face in my hands, looking at her beautiful blue eyes and darkened lips. I run my thumb under over her cheekbones, caressing her soft skin. "Because you are the most gorgeous woman I've even seen."

I watch as her expression softens before she leans in and pressed her lips to mine. "Thank you." She whispers.

"You are welcome." I mumble in return, still keeping my lips on hers. The kiss deepens and the hunger I felt for her at the club was suddenly back. My fingers tangle in her hair as I grind my lower body against hers. To my surprise, she rubs against me like a cat as her tongue licks mine. "I want you so bad." I abruptly pull back and twist her around to face the rest of the apartment. "To my bedroom." I give her ass a quick smack. "Now."

She yelps but manages to drunkenly walk in front of me as I help guide her to my room upstairs. Once we're through the door, our bodies find each other again. Our lips meet and don't break even as we're frantically removing each other's clothes. Her hands tug on my jacket until it's a pile on the floor along with my Armani shirt.

"It would be a shame to ruin this beautiful dress." She whispers against my lips. My hands go to the zipper in the back anyway, tugging it down her beautiful back.

"I'll buy you another one." I say while completely removing the dress with a couple tugs. It also ends up as a pile of silk on the floor. Ana stands in front of me in a pair of lace underwear and a matching strapless bra. Her hair flows over her shoulders and covers most of her flushed chest. "Gorgeous." I can't help but reach out and run my hand over a covered breast. She closes her eyes and lifts her chest higher into my touch. "Get on the bed," I command.

My cock hardens further as I watch her do what I say. She snakes her way onto the bed, sitting on her knees waiting for me. Placing one knee on the mattress, I lean over and pull her towards me, covering her mouth with my own. She moans as my hands move to cover both her breasts, this time my hand slips under her bra to feel her warm skin. I push her gently back onto the mattress, covering her body with my own. Gently, I part her thighs and unzip the front of my pants and finally pull out my hard cock.

Ana's breath becomes deeper, heavier. Her eyes are wild and daring me to make a move. "I want you, Christian." She whispers. My name on her lips is enough to make me practically jump on her. No other woman has ever been allowed to use it so naturally, if ever, but Ana is different.

With one thrust I'm inside her wet heat. Her flesh grips onto mine so tight it takes my breath away. I've never felt something better. "Fuck," I grunt and begin moving my hips. Ana grips onto my arms and begins to move with me. Her eyes close tight in pleasure, her neck arching back.

"You feel so good," She moans up into the ceiling. Seeing her like this; so carefree and enjoying her pleasure make me want to give her the world. I want to give her everything she's ever missed out on. This woman came into my life and turned me upside down.

Ana moans as I grip her hips and angle her slightly so I'm all the way deep and hitting that special spot inside. "Oh!" She practically screams, digging her nails into my back. "Just like that." She says into my neck. She holds onto me tight as I feel the heat begin to rise up my back. I thrust into her harder, deeper, faster.

"Ana, come for me." I whisper into her ear. "Come for me, baby." One more thrust and she's bowing off the bed, screaming my name into the darkness of my room. I follow quickly after, holding her close as the sweet feeling of release courses through me. My legs give out and I find myself leaning all my weight onto the woman beneath me.

"Anastasia," I whisper, running my hand over her sweaty hair. "Are you alright?"

Her head turns towards me. Her eyes are glazed over in a drunken, well-orgasmed state. The blue so brilliant and beautiful against her pale skin. I run a thumb under her eye, clearing up some of the smeared makeup. Her lips turn up in a breathtaking smile. "I'm perfect." She whispers. To my surprise, she scoots further and presses her lips to mine in a sweet kiss.

My heart flutters in my chest. "Shower?" I run a hand over her naked curves. She nods.

In the darkness of the night I pick up a sleepy Anastasia and carry her to my master bathroom. We shower together under the warm water that cascades over the walls and ceiling. I feel embarrassed at not bringing in any of her girly washes, but she doesn't seem to mind using mine. After we've washed the night away, I gather her up in a large towel and we head back out into my room.

Ana's POV

I've never felt more exhausted or cherished in all my life.

After Christian and I take a shower together, he pulls me back into his bed. I offered to go back to my room downstairs, but he insisted I stay with him.

"But my clothes are down there." I say while climbing onto the mattress, still in my towel.

"It's fine. Just wear one of mine." He holds out a t-shirt for me. I throw it on and notice how big it is and how it flows down to my mid-thigh. It's one of his. I smile and snuggle back against the pillows.

Christian pulls on a pair of boxer shorts over his thick, masculine thighs. He leaves his chest bare. The muscles in his arms and chest tempt me to come closer, but my body is nothing but dead weight. "You look exhausted, Anastasia." He slides in next to me, pulling me close to his delicious body. "Sleep." He kissed the side of my head.

I am so tired. The alcohol is beginning to wear off and after the amazing sex my mind and body are running on empty. I pull the covers up around my body, feeling so comfortable and sated. But as I'm lying in Christian's bed, with him quiet next to me, I can't help but think about the house I left. I miss my old room. I miss my old bookshelf, my beaten up dresser, and the tiny bed that belonged to only me. I glance around the room and can't see much besides the coldness of the furniture, the darkness that the room holds. There's nothing personal in Christian's room. No family pictures, books, movies, plants…there's almost no sign of life in here. In my room there's at least thirty pictures of me and my mom lying around.

"What's wrong, Anastasia?" I feel his arm tighten around me, his voice sleepy against my ear. I was hoping he would be asleep by now and leave me alone to my own thoughts, but I guess not. "Something is bothering you. I can feel it."

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My head is pounding with a headache and my body desperately wants sleep, but my mind wants to talk about things I've never shared before. "I'm just thinking about home a lot." I whisper, picking at the cloth of the comforter.

I feel Christian shift besides me. He lifts himself up on one elbow and looks at me with a cautious expression. "Home? As in the house you grew up in?"

I nod. "Yeah. I've lived in that house since I was born. I miss it sometimes. I mean, not now obviously. Well, kind of I guess. I just miss what it was like when I was younger." I take a deep breath, trying to stop myself from rambling. Christian doesn't want to hear all this. He already knows more than I ever expected him to. The last thing he wants is a girl he just fucked laying in his bed talking about her childhood.

I turn over onto my side and hope he doesn't remember our short conversation in the morning. The last thing I want is him to feel too overwhelmed and kick me out for good.

To my surprise, I feel his large hand rub up and down my arm in a soothing motion. His chest is to my back now, his warm body pressing against mine. My heart stops in my chest.

"You miss her." His deep voice whispers into my hair.

My eyes immediately sting with tears. My lips tremble and my chest shakes with sobs. I know who he's referring to; my mother. My sweet, loving, beautiful mother who was ripped out of my life before I was ready to say goodbye. I bite my lip to keep myself from sobbing, but it doesn't stop a few tears from falling.

"It's okay to miss what you lost, Anastasia." His voice was so soothing, so right. His strong, warm body comforting mine was something I never knew I needed.

"I just miss the way things used to be before…well, you know." Christian doesn't reply for a few long minutes. It doesn't hurt my feelings. He probably fell asleep, which I don't blame him for. It's been a long couple of days and after the club and that amazing sex…it would knock anyone out.

I turn softly onto my stomach and relax into the comfortable mattress, pulling the thick blankets up to my neck. I feel Christian lying beside me.

As I close my eyes and feel the sweet blanket of sleep overcome me, I hear Christian whisper softly beside me; "I know your loss all too well, Ana."

Ray's POV

The room spins faster and faster. The once harsh liquid now flows smoothly down my throat. Fuck, that feels good. I slam the glass tumblr down on the glass table in the living room. The same glass table that Carla and I picked out on our 5-year anniversary. I throw back another shot of the whisky. I can't move on when everything around me does nothing but remind me of her. My sweet Carla. I know I messed up. I hurt her so bad. I should have been a better man, a better husband, a better father…

Anastasia. She looks so much like her mother it's painful. I can't stand to look at her. She was the daughter I never should have had. I couldn't raise her then and I can't do it now, not without Carla. Carla was always so good with her, but not me. No. I've done nothing but hurt them.

I slam down another empty shot. I don't want to think. I don't want to remember. Ana needs to be on her own finally. She should have moved out years ago after her mother died. She knew I couldn't raise her. So why is she still her? To make my life harder? All she does is provoke me, just like her mother!

I jump up from the couch. I have work tomorrow to provide for my shit show of a life. Fuck, Ana. She could help out more around here if she didn't keep fucking reading her goddamn books!

The floorboards creek as I move towards the stairs. God, I hate this house. The windows let in a draft. The room spins faster and I almost trip on a shirt lying in the hallway. Ana can't even pick up her own shit.

I'm about to throw it in the trash, when I notice that it's not a shirt, but a heavy jacket. The material is too nice and expensive feeling. Ana would never own something like this. I unfold it. It's a fucking man's jacket! I'm fucking furious. How did this get in here? I look through the pockets and find nothing, until a small card falls onto the floor. A business card.

Christian T. Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprise Holdings

Christian Grey? This must be the fucker that Ana is selling herself out to! Oh no. Not in my house. I ball up the jacket and throw it hard into the garbage can. I see red. No daughter of mine will be a whore to a white collar fuck face!

I'm going to make sure that Ana never sees this guy again.