SPOV

Stasi sat in her tub, bubbles deep to her chin. It was a nice day is LA, then again everyday was. The May weather meant the clouds were no existent and the sun was strong. Schools were breaking up meaning the beaches were more crowded, teens and middle-aged men surfing and cheerleaders tumbling across the sand. She smiled at the thought of Halle, she was the typical Cali private school girl; long legs, nice tan , cheerleader but she had greens eyes like her mother Alyssa. She was my half sister . I also had a brother Leonardo whose mother wad Italian but he too took on Ray Steeles bright blue eyes. He was currently exploring everything Asia offered , he had been gone for just about a month and planned on coming back to America mid August, just in time to see Halle off to college.

We were all both enriched with anything musical , mine being the electric guitar. It soothed me , something about its sound bought me peace. With having grown up with two parents being music producers , escaping anything musical was impossible. I grew up with various artists whom now make millions upon millions , thus making my parents millions and I am still fortunate to still be in contact with. It bought excitement to my life and was definitely more of an incentive to stay with my father than my biological mother. Carla. Not that she is anything but a mother. I hadn't spoke to her since I started my senior year and now that it was over it , it truly screamed that our relationship was fucked up. Last I saw she had a new boyfriend , one out of hundreds in the eighteen years she had divorced my father. But I had Ally. She was there for me when I got my first got my ears pierced or when I first needed a bra. She treated me like her own and for that I loved her.

With my eyes closed I reached for my phone and it told me I was running thirty minutes late. Nothing new- punctuality was not a speciality of mine, leading me to dropping cheer as coach simply didn't want to deal with me anymore . That opened my days up so in response I started to party, in more simpler terms get high or drink the night away with whoever was down – and this was LA so there always were. I had dinner with the family sans Leo as this would be the only last solid time we would be together for at least another two weeks, with dad and Halle coming up to Seattle before they were going to base in NYC for the rest of the month.

I had opted to stay on the west coast , knowing that a quick plane ride would bring me a hug making my fucked life alright. The people who know me well would call me somewhat self-destructive, but I called it looking out for myself. Carla had to be thanked for this . every spring break I would go down to Georgia where she had decided to live for that last seven years and each year I spent less time with her , pushing my limits with the law with a new group of people every night. Just to keep interesting . Carla had hated tattoos so I procced to get a scorpion on my foot just in spite. That then triggered an addiction, finding that my body art gave me more meaning and just made me me. Stasi. I had been Ana but the way Carla drawled my name irked me . Just hearing Ana bought me back to her condensing tone and I could be settled until my body had been punished with an excessive amount of alcohol resulting in a punishing hangover and the shame of finding a stranger in my room.

I dragged myself out of the bathroom and entered my closet. Most of my clothes had been packed leaving me with a cream halter top and some blue denim low rise jeans, so low my hip bee tattoo was slightly exposed . my dragon was partly visible with my hair twired back with a claw . I finished my look with white heels and some gold hoops , only applying some mascara , my energy reflecting my simple look. I was tired and was in need of a night curled in bed but this was for family so there was no option. I jumped into my Bentley, something my dad had surprised me with for my twenty third birthday. I sped downtown and was mumbling apologies to Ray as I threw my keys to the valet and passed the front day, smiling when I saw my family. I saw Halle first , her green eyes growing wide and her mouth grew to smile. This triggered Ally and Ray to turn around and smile engulfing me into a hug . Ray leaned back and raised his eyebrow 'have you lost weight? Stass you're a petite thing as it . Have you been looking after yourself'

Before I could respond Ally spoke 'Oh Ray leave my baby lets at least sit first'

I smiled with gratitude kissing my dad and then Ally and then sidestepping to my seat dropping my phone on the table to hug my sister. I had missed her.

'hey baby girl' I murmured in the crook of her neck. She just hugged me tighter releasing me and grabbed my hands smirking,

'I saw Bryce today , he told me to say hi'. To this is grunted, not especially wanting to think about last night. I focused back to my parents who were both smiling, not hearing my sisters comment. Two minutes later food came along with a cranberry vodka for me. I lifted my drink in thanks to my dad and pretended to listen to their latest news while I tried to convince my stomach to eat. My dad was right. I had lost weight- nothing significant but my body seemed to rejected solids lately and only deemed liquids and lines of coke into me. This dish of carbonara simply danced on my fork as I distracted my stepmother with my moving plans.

Dinner was now moving to dessert and with my plate still full I thanked the waiter and ordered a margarita. I caught my dad's piercing gaze, his face tutting briefly and reset as he faced Halle – she was retelling her volleyball match for me that had taken place two days ago with some friends. At least one Steele daughter was still innocent. I thought hard and recalled my same night two days ago, some details being hazy- I had ditched Kate and Sean and met up with my dealer and played poker while smoking weed and proceed to spend the night on the beach doing ungodly things that should have landed me in a prison cell. With my parents fortune I could expense this reckless habit. I was always careful though, spending only a few hundred each month to not rise suspicion for my father. I had other ways to finance my hobbies with most of my dealers being horny a hand job or a make out sessions could fix my payment. No one knew of this – it was something best left unknown. I continued to smile to continue to charade. Why was I like this? I was fortunate with access to money and various cars and opportunities, yet I was stuck in a fucked-up mindset of believing I should stop when things started to get good. Everyone was kept at a distance except Kate, only she could understand me somehow.

Dinner concluded and when I stood to retrieve my car, my dad followed. He had that look on his face that told me I was going to simply listen . He placed a hand on my shoulders and started 'I've organised you to have a therapist when your in Seattle. I know you being away is going to be hard sometimes so I've organised weekly sessions Tuesday midday.'

I looked down and simply nodded knowing this is what I needed.

'His name is John Flynn and he's going to be there for you. He lives near the house and he has an office in Seattle so when you move into Escala he'll be nearby. I love you Anastasia and I just want you happy. I don't even want to know what you've up to but I want you safe-' His eyes softened and he squeezed my right shoulder 'I'm only a call away don't forget that' . He then hugged me and walked me to the drivers door. 'don't forget our lunch next week' and he leaned down and kissed my cheek. I smiled in response and turned into the road, looking into my rear-view mirror to see him waving . I stretched my arm back and disappeared back to the apartment , switching on the radio and fumbling around to find a piece of gum, deciding that a rerun of Modern Family was the mood for tonight.

Meanwhile in Seattle

Christian was enjoying a tumbler of scotch in celebration of a successful day, raising the crystal to his lips , staring at the Seattle skyline as the sun started to set. He had just become officially $400 million richer ten minutes ago, the papers now in Andrea's possession. His personal phone had just buzzed , a message from Elliot. What came was a video of him in some apartment , his arm slung over a blonde while a sexy brunette with sapphire eyes was whispering in his ear turned back revealing a back tattoo of a dragon. He raised his brows at this but then focused on Elliot's slow speech in saying that these girls were moving to Seattle next week and that they were throwing a party. He was down- he no longer has a submissive to fulfil his time. He then continued asking him to pick him up from the airport in the next hour , with Mia's compulsory welcome home dinner being in a few hours.

When the video ended he texted back that he would be there and then procced to call some of his old college friends that there was new company coming to town for a while and that a party was happening. Something new he thought, things has started to get boring. As he left his office to his Audi R8 his find flicked back to the girl with the red tattoo. He went back to the message and eyed her . she has tousled thick brunette hair with long bangs, full red lips and striking sapphire eyes . He wanted to know her and he was sure he would to know her personally. His thoughts paused as he reached his car , nodded to Taylor to follow as he made his way to SEA-TAC.

If only he knew how much of a challenge this would be for him, for Anastasia Steele was going to consume his life for at least a better half of a year. But this is Christian Grey we are talking about , the ruthless CEO who has outsmarted men double his age . Surely he could handle a twenty-four year old girl , but Stasi was not like any other and she would sure as fuck add some chaos into his controlled life.

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