Hi everyone! This is only my second fanfic story.

Summary: What if after Ana runs in book 1, Christian goes after her? Will this be a happy ending for them, or will others creep around the corner and try to ruin it instead? HEA and no cheating, ever.

There will be smut and there will be a happily ever after. I don't know how many POVs I will do but I'll figure that out as we go. The first chapter will be up within the next week but I'm not quite sure when. I don't really have a posting schedule, I just update when I get to it as I do have some schooling currently going on.

I will also be creating a board on my Pinterest page, Oceansky16. The username is Oceansky2020.

Hope you all end up liking it!

Christian POV

Watching the elevator doors close is like an ice bucket on my already black heart. I should have never went after her from the beginning, she was too innocent to be apart of my world. But I had to have her. Her laugh, her smile, everything about her made me want to change.

I let her sleep in my bed, touch me where no one else has. As soon as she asked me to show her how bad it could be, I felt this huge pit in my stomach. I shouldn't have done that to her.

I wanted her to be what I wanted, but what about her. Everything should have been about her. She told me she couldn't be what I wanted her to be, but she was everything I wanted her to be.

She loves me, and I pushed her away. The worst part is that I love her too. I love her so much that I want her to be with someone who deserves her, except the thought of her with anyone else feels like a knife cutting through me.

I love her, and she loves me. Running to the elevator I head down to my garage before jumping in my R8. Taylor took Anastasia home not to long ago so she should hopefully still be there.

Pulling up to her apartment complex I run inside to the elevator, luckily I had her background check updated so I know what door to knock. Regret fills up inside of me, knowing that I shouldn't have done that without her permission. I should have just asked her, gotten to know her.

Knocking on her door, the reality that this could be it hits me. It's make it or break it right now. A croaky 'Just a minute' sounds through, letting me know that she's been crying.

The door opens and there she is. Red rimmed baby blue eyes with tears running down her cheeks. She looks a mess but to me, she has never looked more beautiful.

Wiping her nose she speaks first. "Christian? What are you doing here?" She can't seem to stop crying, sobs rack her body as she tries to calm herself down. "S-sorry." turning away, she walks into her apartment, staring up at the ceiling in an attempt to stop the tears.

Say something, you idiot.

But I don't, I just follow her in before closing the door and locking it. "Ana-"

"What are you doing here?" Her tone cuts me off. "I can't do that, Christian. I can't be your submissive."

"I don't want you to be my sub," I tell her, finally.

Looking at me, she sighs, "Then what do you want from me?"

Realizing this is my chance I don't waste a moment before grabbing her and pulling her into my arms. "I love you too."

She doesn't say anything, she just stares at me. Speaking quickly, "I'm so sorry that I hit you, I shouldn't have done that. I don't need you to be a sub, Ana. I just need you. Please." I'm not one to beg, but at this moment, I think I would do anything for her.

Covering her face with her hands, she leans into my chest, still crying. I hold her there, wondering why there isn't any pain from her touching my chest. There's no burning, just warmth and Ana.

I don't know how to feel about her response, I thought she would be happy, knowing that I love her back but she just continues to cry. Grabbing her by the backs of her thighs, I lift her up and carry her to what I assume is her bedroom. A Charlie Tango balloon greats us as I lay us down on the bed, Ana straddling me with her face buried in my neck.

Her sobs slowly begin to lessen until they fully stop. Looking at her from her head on my shoulder, I notice that she has fallen asleep. I strip to just my t-shirt and boxers before climbing in bed and pulling her to me.

This is what I should have done when she found me at the piano, I should have just taken her back to bed and fallen asleep with her in my arms. Kissing her head, my eyes drift closed before sleep claims me.

Let me know what you think. Should I continue with it?