DISCLAIMER: Fifty shades of Grey or its' characters do NOT belong to me. I own the plot and more than a few characters though. I would like to remind you that this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or places is accidental.

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# Why do you guys think Jacob killed Christian's parents? Just because he's a serial killer doesn't mean he killed everyone who died.

# Thank you so much to my readers for supporting me and understanding me.

# Important facts: In this story, Christian is a billionaire but he was never a Dom or into BDSM. He's not the master of the universe. He's just a normal guy who is rich, spoiled, and enjoys chilling with his siblings and friends. Yes, he does have friends.

# To those readers, who thinks I strayed from my plot-line: No, I did not stray from my plot-line. This is what I wanted to write from the beginning. The characters might not be mine, but the plot is. So, I can do whatever I want in MY story. I'm NOT forcing you to read my story. If you don't like it, don't read it anymore. It's okay.

# To those readers, who thinks Ana is childish: Yes, she is. That's what she's supposed to be. I wanted her like this, so I made her like this.

# To my guest reviewers who left me those annoying reviews: Stop reading my story if you don't like it. You have NO right to tell me how I manage my fandom addiction. The characters might not be mine, but the plot is. So, I can do whatever I want in MY story. I will urge you to go Fuck yourselves with a cactus If you continue to bully me.

# One last thing: IT'S JUST A STORY. STOP TAKING IT SERIOUSLY. Thank you.

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Thanks so much to my awesome Beta, Ninkita

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*Information:*

Ana and her friends = 24 years old

Christian = 28 years old

Mia = 22 years old

Elliot = 30 years old

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Chapter - 9:

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Ana had a smile on her face. In the name of taking rest, she had holed up in her apartment that afternoon, watching the live footage of Christian Grey getting a taste of her revenge. As he went through each struggle, Ana felt her smile widening. Her amused snickers echoed throughout her apartment. Tyson was downstairs, but hearing his new mistress's giggles, he had climbed up the stairs curiously. Cautiously, he approached the bed where his mistress was looking at a thing strange square thing.

"Tyson, my baby!? Come," Ana commanded patting the bed. Staring at her for a few second, Tyson finally jumped on the bed and laid down beside her to stare at the square. He didn't understand what they were staring at exactly.

Suddenly Ana sighed as she layid down on the bed beside her doig. Her jaw rested on her palms as she ogled Christian's naked body through her laptop. "He's one fine piece of man…... even when he's pink. That's so unfair. If he could just sit around my apartment… looking all sexy as sin like that without speaking, he'd be perfect," she muttered to herself, dreamily.

Finally, when Christian went to bed, Ana took Tyson to downstairs to his bed. After checking her door, she went to bed herself.

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Three nights later, with William's help, Ana entered Escala again. She wondered why the security people didn't hadn't locked the service elevator. Since it was night time, she had to be extra careful. Tip toeing, she headed towards the master bedroom. She was really careful when she entered the room. Instantly, she froze in place. Ana had to clench her hands tightly so that she doesn't wouldn't do something rash like touching theat naked man in front of her. She knew Christian was hot. She had seen him s naked on the video, but the real thing was hotter than hell. Shaking her head, she grabbed Christian's phone. She was heading about to head out, but then she stopped as a naughty smile graced her lips.

15 minutes later, she was in the kitchen making jello. She covered Christian's phone in clinga clean wrap five times to be safe as the first half of the jello set in the fridge. When it was done, she placed his phone face down on the jello and poured the rest of the jello over it. She placed the bowl in the fridge and rushed out of the penthouse.

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The next morning, Ana woke up around 4 am eager to see Christian's reaction. From the last five days' observation, she had noticed that Christian always woke up early. Yawning, she took her laptop downstairs and started making coffee. Ana had just finished making her coffee, when she saw Christian waking up. Hurriedly, she sat on the couch and placed the laptop on the tea table before sipping on her coffee. She ogled the handsome asshole as he took a piss.

"I'm such a pervert. Why am I enjoying him peeing?" *deep dreamy sigh* "but the sight of hims holding his hard, large cock in his hand as he pissesd is such a beautiful sight.," A shiver ran through her as she recalled how amazing it felt when he had pressed his hard body against hers. It was like every cell of her body was set on fire. She felt the phantom impression of his lips and his groping hands like a phantom as the memory ran through her head. By the time, she managed to shake herself out off of the memory lane, Christian was in the shower, jerking off. Another dreamy sigh left her as she muttered, "If oOnly if he wasn't such a douche.,"

She made breakfast and watched as Christian got dressed and started looking for his phone with a frown on his face. Ana brought her breakfast to the couch and sat down as she watched Christian turning his apartment upside down lookingas he looked for his phone. When Gail and Taylor entered the apartment through the stauff quarter door, they found Christian huffing and puffing as he looked for something.

Ana smirked as Taylor asked, "Sir, is everything okay? What are you looking for?"

"I can't find my bloody phone," Christian replied, growling.

"Let me ca…" Taylor started to offer,ed when they all heard Christian's phone ring. It was a little muffled for some reason. "Do you think Dodger took it?" Taylor asked.

"But the sound is coming from the kitchen," Gail said.

"Let's go," Christian said heading to the kitchen. Ana waited with bated breath as Christianna, Taylor and Gail reached the kitchen. His phone was still ringing but the sound was muffled. They looked in the dishwasher, cupboards and then… Christian finally opened the fridge.

Taylor and Gail were looking through the other cupboards of the kitchen when they heard Christian yelling, "WHY IS MY PHONE IN JELLO?!" Taylor and Gail's eyes widened in horror as they turned around. Christian's phone was really, truly in jello…. still ringing.

"OH MY GOD!? WHO DID THIS?" Christian screamed in disbeliefve. "I had so many much info oin it..." he added closing his eyes in frustration, "it looks so cracked," he added sadly. Ana cooed at his sad face.

"Don't worry, sir. I'm sure Barney can pull the back-up in a new phone," Taylor assured.

"It's ringing. So, it might still work," Gail pointed out.

Looking hopeful, Christian shoved his hand in the jello and started taking it apart. Thankfully, the phone was wrapped five times in clear wrap, so it was working. Christian sighed in relief before taking a seait on the stool by the aisle. "I'm really happy that my phone is okay. Who did this though?" he asked Taylor.

Ana was laughing so hard that the cup in her hands almost fell off. After managing to control her laughter, she went upstairs and changed into a pair of black leggings, pink camisole, and her jogging shoes. Taking Tyson's leash, she went back downstairs where her excited doggie was waiting for her. Attaching the leash, Ana and Tyson headed out. Nicolas was waiting for them at the doorway of the building.

"Good morning," he greeted as he continued to stretch.

"Good morning, Neko," Ana said with a teasing smile on her lip as she also started stretching. Tyson bumped his head against Nicolas, causing him to laugh and pat Tyson's head affectionately.

"You know, it's wasn't funny when we were in college… it's not funny now," Nicolas stated dry.

Ana snickered. "It's not my fault that you look like a neko and have a familiar sounding name," she poked her tongue at him. Nicolas just rolled his eyes. They had been having this same argument for years now. "I'm done stretching," Ana announced.

"Let's go," and they started jogging. Nicolas was always a little paranoid. So, whenever they went jogging together, they never went in the same direction. Nicolas loved to miss-match things.

"Neko, it's been years. Even your psychiatrist told you it's time to let go," Ana said softly. She worried about her friend a lot. Nicolas was had been kidnapped by his father's enemies when he was only 5 years old. He had been stalked before the kidnapping. Ever since he learned about ithat fact, he had been paranoid. His symptoms had lessened but there were still some behavioral patterns that he followed religiously.

"I've let go, Ana… but I feel comfortable when I'm not predictable. They It helps me sleep at night," Nicolas replied with a wry smile.

"As long as you're fine. We all worry about you.,"

"And we worry about you," Nicolas said before giving her an inquiring look., "Don't think I didn't notice that sly smile on your face when you came out," he added. "You've been a little too calm after the whole… incident with police.,"

"Let's just say… I already had got my revenge," Ana replied with a snicker.

"Since William was involved, I'm guessing it was one of your epic pranks? Should you we prepare papers to bail you out once more?"

"That won't be necessary. No one can prove that it was me who pulled theose pranks," she replied smugly.

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After the frustration filled morning, Christian went jogging with Taylor as usual. They were on their way back to Escala when his phone rang. After finding his phone, he had put it on charging and had forgot to check his phone to check who had called him earlier. At the ringing of his phone, he pulled it out and saw he had 15 missed calls from his siblings and parents. Thinking there might be some kind of emergency, he instantly called his dad.

"So, you finally had the guts to call your father I see," came the a dry response from his father.

"Dad? What are you talking about? Anyways, why did you guys call me so many times? Is everything okay?" Christian asked worriedly.

"Christian, if you have some time, please come home. We should talk face to face," and his father hung up.

"What the hell?" Christian muttered looking at his phone in confusion. "He hung up on me," he told Taylor who was giving him an equally confused look.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Christian headed to his parents' house. As they drove, he felt his nervousness growing. 'Why did his father acted like that?' he kept wondering with a frown on his face. "I still don't get it," he blurted out.

"Maybe he's still upset about your behavior with Ms. Ana?" Taylor suggested.

"Quite possible. I don't know how, but somehow that girl managed to pull the stick out of my uptight father's ass," Christian snorted. Taylor smirked in response.

Reaching the Grey manor, Taylor opened Christian's door. Giving him a nod, Christian headed inside only to find his parents and siblings in the dining room. "Why are you always here? Didn't you move to a nice apartment a few years ago?" he asked his older brother. Instead of answering his question, Elliot glanced at him and chocked. Mia looked green while his mother was blushing bright red. Only his father had a stoic look on his face. Christian felt like he was a teenager again. He didn't understand their reaction. "Um... what's going on?" he asked hesitantly.

"From your question and confused expression, I'm guessing you didn't mean to send us these massages," Carrick stated before handing his phone to his youngest son.

Curious by at his father's statement, Christian took the phone. As soon as he held it in front of his face, he felt his eyes widening in shock. He practically stopped breathing. and breathing stop. "FUCK!" he breathed out. There were more than five photos... his nude photos. In all of them, he was sleeping. Then he remembered that his phone was had been found in the jello this morning. "Someone came to the penthouse," he stated, shocked. Then he recalled his father's statement., "I didn't send this to ANYONE. Someone took these last night... I'm sure of it," he exclaimed.

"What do you mean by that?" Carrick asked, worried by his son's horrified expression. "Do you have a stalker or something?"

"All of thiese started four or -five days ago," Christian started. He told them in details what he had been going through and what had happened this very morning.

Elliot was laughing so hard that he was having trouble breathing. Carrick had an amused smile on his face while Grace was struggling between concern and amusement. She was worried for her son and was amused at the same time. Mia was the only person who looked relived. "I'm just glad that it wasn't you who sent these photos. To be frank, I'm scarred for life. I never wanted to see you naked... in any shape or form," she shuddered in disgust.

"I also didn't want my parents, let alone my siblings, to see me naked either," Christian replied with a grimace.

"From what you just told us, it seems someone is taking revenge from you without giving you anything that could give you the option to sue or file a case against them. You said there was no one in the CCTV footage?" At Christian's nod, Carrick continued, "That means you won't be able to file a case against them for home invasion or trespassing because you have no proof. Also, since these photos were sent from your phone, you can't blame others... even if someone else had sent ,"

"I thought, Mia or Elliot was behind the pranksdid these," Christian confessed.

"I wish I had thought of it. These are some epic pranks," Elliot was still laughing, clutching his stomach. Christian glowered at his brother.

Mia hid her lips behind her hand and giggled. "Can we watch the CCTV footage of that day?" she asked with a hopeful look on her too amused face.

"Yes, please," Grace blurted out, making Christian gape at his mother. Carrick burst into laughter and Elliot joined him. Christian continued giving his family members betrayed looks.

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The Grey family had finally calmed down. They were gathered in the family room, drinking coffee. Christian was sulking as anytime one of his siblings or parents glanced at him, they would start snickering again. "Okay, okay. Enough of this. Christian, let's talk about Ana. I heard what you did and how your irresponsible behavior caused Ana to get in trouble with her other clients. On top of all that, you still haven't apologized to her?! How could you? Is that how I raised you?" Grace scolded.

"I agree with your mother, son. You should make both a personal and issue a public apology. Without any proof, you harassed that poor girl. You damaged her professional image all because of your blind accusation," Carrick said gravely.

Christian grimaced like a scolded teen. He knew he should apologize, but he didn't want to say that he was wrong. "I... uh... I'm... going to," he stammered.

"Going to? Seriously?! No, that won't do. You're going to come with me to Ana's house today and apologize to her," Grace said sternly.

"Mom!" Christian whined, "I can apologize alone. Why do you have to come along?"

"Because I don't trust you to actually apologize. You might instead come back arguing with her some more," Grace stated rolling her eyes while shaking her head. She didn't understand why her mature son acted like a brat whenever it came to that sweet girl, Ana.

"I won't... ugh... " Christian huffed angrily.

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An hour later, their car stopped in front of the Steele Tower. Christian had a grimace on his face. He felt like a small child. "Why are you treating me like a kindergarten kid?" he huffed, pouting slightly. His tone had an unintentional note of petulance.

"Because you're behaving like one," Grace replied giving her son a sideways glance. "You go up first. I'll give you a five minutes head start. Then I'll join you guys. You better have apologized to her by the time I reach upstairs," she warned.

Shaking his head in disbeliefve, Christian got out of the car. Fixing his light grey suit jacket, he headed inside. Reaching the 6th floor, he was just going to knock on Ana's door, when it opened from inside and a large pitbull ran out of it. Seeing Christian in its' way, it jumped on hims and growled aggressively.

"Tyson? Why did you run out like that?" Ana asked as she came out running after her dog. S seeing Christian sprawling under the weighait of her dog, Ana whistled, impressed. "Good boy! I didn't haven't even started training you and you already know who you need to attack," she stated leaning against her doorway with her arms foldeding over her chest.

"What do you mean 'good boy'? Hhuh?! Are you out of your mind? I can get your dog taken away for this!" Christian growled at her.

Ana narrowed her eyes at the handsome devil on the floor. "I will claim self-defense. I'll tell them the truth, that I don't feel safe with you. So, my dog reacted," she replied coldly.

Christian calmed down after that. "Um... can you get him off? We need to talk," he requested.

"Tyson, get back," Ana commanded with the hand signal. Since they had just started learning the dog commands and hand signals, Tyson took some time to remember what the signal meant. Once he understood, he got off of the man on the floor and headed inside the apartment.

Christian got up from the floor and started dusting himself off. "Look... that day... I shouldn't have suspected you like that. It was wrong of me. I'm sorry," he muttered, looking at his jacket.

"Are you apologizing to me or that jacket of yours?"

"I didn't misbehave with my jacket," Christian stated, giving Ana a look.

"You didn't only misbehave with me," Ana replied dryly.

"I know... and I'm sorry," he said regretfully.

"You're not forgiven," Ana said glaring at him, "You don't get my to get forgiveness so easily. You ruined my hard-built reputation without a thought or even an ounce of consideration. I will never forgive you. You're not only a creep, but also a jerk.,"

"Can you just... not hang onto this matter? Let it go. I promise, I'll do issue a public apology as well," he insisted.

"I don't need your apology," Ana sneered at him.

Getting angry now, Christian blurted out. "You know what? No polite person can talk to you. You won't understand politeness even if it hits you in the face. You'll only understand criminal behavior," he spit out.

"So, you mean to say whoever talks to me are all ill-mannered criminals? Then your mom must be the pirate queen, your dad a pickpocket, and your siblings must be the goat thieves, right?"

"It's useless to talk to you," Christian snarled.

"And your face is useless," Ana snarked back.

"Really?! That's your come back?" Christian asked in disbeliefve.

"Did you two start fighting again?" Grace's voice broke through Christian and Ana's angry haze. They stepped away from each other with a huff.

"Hey, Grace," Ana greeted the older woman with a hug.

"Hey, baby girl. I heard what my buffoon of a son did. I'm so sorry, sweetie," Grace said sadly. She really loved this girl and Carla had become a close friend to her.

"Please, come in," Ana invited Grace inside.

"Wow," Grace breathed out looking at the interior, "This place is so lovely, Ana!,"

"Thank you, Grace. When we were making the 6th floor, I told the contractiorn to make sure this floor had a tall ceiling. Small spaces look bigger with tall ceilings," Ana informed proudly.

"You're absolutely correct, honey. Mind if I look around a little?" Grace requested. She had always been fascinated with loft apartments and this was the first one she saw had seen in real life.

"Go look around as much as you want," Ana wave her hands with a smile. "Coffee?"

"Sure, dear," Grace replied before she headed up the stairs to look at the loft.

As soon as Grace left the two alone, Tyson came running towards them and stood between them as if to protect his mistress. Christian huffed at the dog's behavior. "I'm not going to hurt your mistress," he hissed at the dog who just gave him a suspicion filled look.

"Debatable," Ana muttered as she continued to make coffee for everyone. Christian heard her and glared at the back of her head.

10 minutes later, Grace, Ana and Christian sat in the living room, drinking coffee. Tyson sat by Ana's feet as if to guard her. "You've done a great job with this place, Ana," Grace praised, "How long have you hadve this place?"

"Two and half years. I'll miss it," Ana said wistfully.

"Miss it?" Grace questioned.

"As you can see, I adopted recently," Ana said gesturing towards her pitbull, "and this place doesn't have much space for pets. So, I'm having a two bedroom apartment made on the terrace as well as a rooftop deck with Jacuzzi.,"

"That sounds amazing," Grace beamed before remembering why she was actually here. Clearing her throat, she placed her coffee mug down on the tea table. "Let's get to the reason why we're here. Ana, I heard what Christian did and I can't express how sorry I am.,"

"Grace, I can't say that I'm not upset with this whole incident, but you should not apologize for his behavior. He's an adult person, so he should be held responsible for what he did.,"

"I agree with you," Grace stated as she glared at her son.

"I apologized to her already," Christian bit out with a grimace.

"He wasn't sincere," Ana pointed out.

"HEY!" Christian protested.

"Christian, why do you keep bullying Ana?" Grace asked, tired of their fights.

"I don't bully her!" Christian exclaimed.

"Yes, you do," Ana added.

"I do NOT!,"

"Yes you do.,"

"You know what?! I have thought of some conditions. If you follow them, I won't bully you again," Christian said with a smirk, causing both Ana and Grace to give him suspicious looks.

"What do you mean by conditions?"

"Look... everyone knows that I'm short tempered, and for some reason, you keep doing things that makes me angry and I react," Christian tried to explain.

"What are the conditions?" Ana asked dryly.

"Don't pull pranks. It's annoying as hell. Don't talk to me unless it's about our business. And most important of them all... stop acting so childish," Christian laid out.

"Now, what kind of condition is THAT? How can one trust you or your temper? Today you're saying that my childish nmature irritates you. What's stopping you from saying tomorrow that 'Ana, stop breathing because that irritates me'. So, do you expect me to stop breathing as well?" Ana snarked.

"I agree with Ana," Grace interrupted before they could start another argument. "It's not right for you to expect Ana to change herself just for your convenience. That's really rude of you to point out as well. I think I have a better solution. You two should go on a date and get to know each other.,"

Both Ana and Christian gaped at the older woman. They couldn't stand each other for more than half an hour, and she was asking themy to go on a date! "What?!" they both exclaimed.

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A/N: So, next chapter these two will go on a date., But do you think it will be a normal date? How do you think Grace convinced them to go on this date? If you want to know, leave me a review.