I wake up sore. My muscles ache like i've ran a marathon, scratch that, a hundred marathons. But somehow, a large smile spreads across my face, discarding any sign of pain. I lay back into the comforting sheets, reliving every moan and whimper of the night before. Oh it was amazing.

Christian is still next to me, which I'm quite surprised at. He seems the type that sneaks out the room in the morning. I could just imagine it. His arm is crawled over my waist, hugging it securely, making sure I'm close to him. As if I'd leave anyways, it's heaven here, heaven with him.

I untangle myself from his iron grasp, struggling. My legs are wobbly, eyes all disorientated and mind just purely fucked. I giggle to myself. The mirror in the closet is large, displaying my naked body back to. Oh god. I'm blossoming colours like a spring canvas, reds blues and purples adorning my delay in the resemblance oh hickeys. I'm definitely his territory now. My eyes drift down to my breasts. They look full and perky for tiny little things. My buds stiffen at the thought of Christian alone. It's amazing how my body is so stimulated. My thighs are embellished with hand marks, and oh lord do they make me quiver. I am used to the mark of punishments, but these marks, this artwork is forever priceless. Forever, will I be pleased to have the marks of Christian Grey on my body.

Footsteps from the bedroom break me for my trance. A very rough and ready looking Christian wraps his hands around my waist, not applying too much pressure on my back, and smiles deeply to me in the mirror. This makes me smile. It's contagious. I have never been this happy… ever. He observes the situation, obviously seeing that I'm naked.

"Admiring yourself Anastasia?" He jokes, sending giggles wrecking through my body. I can't stop. I feel like one of those preppy school girls that swoon over the hot boys.

My head hangs low, embarrassed. I hide myself behind my unruly hair.

"Hey… hey .. hey… no need to hide, I love that you're admiring yourself. You're beautiful Anastasia and you should look at yourself and see that too."

"You really think that?" I'm surprised.

"Of course sweetheart." He presses his lips to my forehead and moves swiftly towards his clothes, rushing.

Oh.

"Where are you going?" My voice is panicked.

"Work." The one worded answer throws me off, plunging my brain into overdrive. Was I that bad? Oh, is he running away from me, hoping that I'll be gone when he comes back? As I overthink, Christian glides across the closet,getting changed into an expensive suit and matching tie, grey of course. He doesn't speak to me, which concerns me further. I'm left there as he exits the room, naked and cold.

I follow his pursuit down the stairs, not even bothering to cover up. I'm hot on his heels, as he moves into the kitchen, pouring himself some coffee.

"What are you doing Anna?"

"Where are you going Christian?" I fire back, quicker than I anticipated.

"I asked a question first."

"And I want mine answered first."

He grits his teeth, "I, Miss Steele, am off to work, some of us have to." He spits.

"So you fuck me and leave. I always knew you were the sort, Grey."

*Anna… darling, I've taken a week off because you were settling in and now i have some big business deals to attention because I postponed them. So I am not going to fuck you and leave you. I fucked you last night and I'm leaving now, the difference is I will be returning around tea time. And if you don't shut that pretty little mouth of yours, I'll spread your legs over this kitchen counter."

I'm gobsmacked, not even knowing how to reply. His response is so cruel, yet unbelievably funny. I can't help it but j find myself giggling.

"Stay in here, Taylor will keep an eye on you. My email is on the fridge if you need me at all," his lips brush mine lightly, "laters baby!"

I wave him off like a proud wife.

How am I supposed to message him? Clearly, he hasn't thought this through very much. I don't even have access to a phone or laptop, let alone his internet. I haven't used a phone in years, not since I left my foster family.

Curiously, I go to check the fridge. The sleek sliver, tip of the range fridge freezer has a little green post-it note with his curvy writing scribed across it.

My email is -I hope you have a good day, please feel free to use my computer in the study, the password has been taken off for your personal use. I will be back later, maybe we can go out for dinner.Message me,Laters baby.

My heart flutters as I read the note. He wants to speak to me, even at work. Oh my God. I find myself doing the high school girl thing, making a big squeal at the sight of his words. Just by reading the script I can imagine the way his mouth curves around each word and the way his tongue will flick against his teeth or lips. He would be so beautiful speaking to me, even more beautiful than this note itself. He cares, he really cares.

I find myself in his study, the study where he first spanked me. I quiver at the thought. His MacBook sits open on the mahogany desk, the home screen dim, waiting to be turned on from standby. I sit in his comfortable leather chair, sinking in it, wrapping myself in the scent of Christian Grey. Once I open it to email, I try and compose myself, he wouldn't want me bothering for nonsense. Her want something intellectual and considerate, just like himself. Surprisingly, as the screen lights, I find an email address already set up.

Oh Christian!

To:From:Christian,Thank You for allowing me to use such amazing technology. I think it is very kind of you to allow me to contact you whilst you are working. I am sure you are very busy, but if love to accept dinner tonight.Many kind regards,Anastasia.

I send it, my heart pounding, hoping that he'll reply quickly.

Anastasia,Thank You for accepting the dinner tonight, it is with my parents.I hope you don't mind. I will have a dress brought up to the apartment a little later on. I think you will look ravishing in red. I do like the colour of blood.I have a meeting now.Laters baby.

Oh my God, his parents, what the fuck am I going to do?

I'm just the girl that falls into tables and sets the house on fire, I'm not worthy if their billionaire son.

Oh Lord … will Elena be there?