THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "EL SECRETO"

In case you're wondering if Christian is in the novel, is there, just won´t expected.

I had to accept the decisions I had made, and once in the elevator I changed my mind. I pressed PB and left the hotel on my way to Central Park. I needed to walk and clear my head. I didn't want to be in the suite when he went up to the exuberant blonde and they locked themselves in their room. I had to forget about it, but it wasn't easy.

I didn't know anyone here in New York, and my new friends would be busy all afternoon and part of Saturday. My phone rang. I looked at it and saw I had a message from Ryan.

"Where are you? I didn't find you in the room, I'm worried about your safety."

Now he was worried about me, he hadn't even looked at me the whole time. I ignored his message and continued walking as the sun finished setting and each step I took became darker and the lamps lit up. I sat on a bench. Slight snow began to fall as tears streamed down my cheeks. I don't understand why I'm crying. I had made this decision myself. That's when I got another message.

"At least tell me you're at the hotel, I can't find you anywhere and I'm going crazy."

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and wrote to him furiously.

"I went out for a walk in Central Park, didn't feel like staying in the room and listening how you have sex on the other end. Don't worry about me, I'm fine, I don't need your care and protection."

I was starting to get colder and colder, but I didn't care, really, nothing mattered. My phone rang insistently but I didn't answer it. I knew it was Ryan, and if I answered that, it would only make things worse. After 8:00 pm I decided to return to the hotel. In fact, it was already very cold and I was beginning to shiver. Besides, I was starving.

I got up from the bank and began my return. But the closer I got to the hotel, the more I felt like I was being watched. I didn't want to look sideways, but I had a feeling. When I was arriving at the hotel someone touched my shoulder. Scared and with my heart in my mouth I turned sharply and jumped. I almost had a heart attack when I confronted the person who was following me.

— You're an asshole, you scared me. — I said, hitting him in the chest hard.

—You scared me more. Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?

I could see the concern on his face as we stood a few feet from the hotel.

The snow was falling on us but neither of us moved.

—Why didn't you answer my calls, Anastasia?

—I don't have to account to you, I don't need your protection, much less your care. —I said turning my back on him and going into the hotel.

— You know you need protection, Anastasia. Don't you fear for your life? —he pulled my hand, making me turn a few feet before I got to the elevator.

—Right now I don't give a shit, I'm of legal age and I know how to make my own decisions, I'm not a little girl who needs to be protected. —I said, letting go of the grip of his hand.

—Well, you're behaving like one. —he said as he ran his hands through his hair.

He was frustrated, I knew it. He always made that gesture when something bothered him. As I looked around I could see several people looking at us. Apparently we were putting on quite a show.

We looked like a couple of lovers arguing. With the difference that the only one in love was me. I turned my heels and headed for the elevator. Ryan didn't say anything and followed me as the doors opened and we both walked in.

But as soon as the doors closed after him marking our flat he gave me a cold look. And I gave him back another one. The truth was that it was unbearable for me right now. The doors opened and I walked down the hall to the suite, opened the door and went straight to my room, closing the door.

I didn't want anything or anyone to bother me. I had lost my appetite but needed a shower, or rather a relaxing rest in the tub. I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom. I filled the tub, took off my glasses and immersed myself in the water by filling it with aromatic salts. I rested my head on one end and closed my eyes...

Someone was calling me from afar but I didn't feel like answering.

—Anastasia, please open the door.

Ryan's voice sounded begging on the other side. He wasn't going to cheat me, I wasn't going to open the door.

—You haven't had any dinner and it's almost 10:00 pm, I'm worried. You've been in there for over two hours and I don't know if you're okay.

I wasn't going to answer it.

—Anastasia... —he said knocking harder on the door now. —Anastasia, if you don't open the damn door in the next ten seconds, I'm gonna break it down, and I don't give a shit if we get kicked out of the hotel.

His tone was fierce and demanding. I heard him start counting.

—One, two, three...

He couldn't have been serious.

Or yes.

As he counted, he knocked harder on the door.

—...four, five...

But what if he kicked the door down. Shit, it would be best not to find out. I rushed out of the tub, put on my glasses and grabbed a towel and rolled it into my body.

—...six, seven...

I hurried and slipped right on the bathroom door and grabbed the steel beam. I just found out what it's put here for.

—...eight, nine...

I opened the door with a racing heart and not because of his presence. Ryan kept his hand in the air and his eyes suddenly stared at me.

—Can't I take a bath in peace? — I suddenly yelled at him, folding my arms.

I didn't know why I had told him, but the truth was that this whole situation of needing a bodyguard was starting to piss me off. Ryan looked at me in astonishment at what I had just said.

— I was worried Ana, very worried, I thought you had fainted or something, because you haven't eaten anything. And when you didn't open, I worried even more, excuse me.

He sounded sincere, and he looked really worried. I crossed my arms and took one hand between mine.

—Forgive me for worrying you. —I told him as he looked down to our hands together.

His gaze ran through my entire body from head to toe and I saw how his face quickly passed from astonishment and worry to fun as his eyes were fixed on mine and he gave me his wide smile that showed his dimples, the one that drove me crazy.

I was aware that I was completely wet with water dripping on the floor and only a towel wrapped around me. But I didn't understand why his idiot and stupid smile on his face.

Maybe if I slapped him...

—Can you tell me what's so funny? —I said very seriously releasing his hand. The truth is that his fast changes of mood made me furious.

—I was angry with you for leaving unprotected, but when I saw that you were well I relaxed a little. — he said one step closer to me.

I didn't move from my place, I couldn't, it always had that effect on me when he stared at me. Her lips reached up to my ear. I felt him smile before he spoke.

—And I have this stupid look on my face because you rushed so hard to open it that you didn't get the towel right. —he said, glued to my ear, making me shudder completely. —I think we're even, get dressed and come over for dinner. —he turned around and walked down the hall to the dining room across the hall from my room.

His closeness always disturbed me. What did he say? But my towel's on all right. But when I looked down I could see what he meant. Apparently I had been so quick to get out of the bathroom that instead of tying the towel over my breasts, I tied it underneath or maybe it got out when I crossed my arms. Whatever it was for, I was dying of shame now. I had been standing in front of him practically naked.

I closed the door again and looked for some clothes to wear. I didn't see any reason to put on a dress if I was going to sleep afterwards. So I put on my nightclothes and headed for the dining room. Ryan was sitting in a chair with a glass of wine in his hand. On the table were several plates with dinner on them. I was starving.

—Thanks for dinner. —I told him as I sat down to dinner and he did the same thing pouring me a glass of wine.

—Nice outfit.

I didn't care what he thought about my sleepwear. I wasn't really up for his sarcasm right now. So I ignored him as he smiled and I started eating. Then I remembered the lush blonde from the talk and wondered what would have happened to her.

—What happened to the blonde?

He stared at me in amazement without understanding what I meant.

—The one you kept smiling at and saw you seducing after the talk. —I said as he looked at me squinting.

I couldn't believe I told him all that. I think the wine is the one who was speaking for me.

—I asked her to leave. —he said to me as I paused with my fork halfway down my mouth.

—I thought you'd sleep with her? —shut up Ana, shut up now.

—Thanks to you, that was impossible. —he said as he ate some fries without taking his eyes off me.

—And what did I do now? —he was blaming me, he might as well have stayed with the blonde.

—You went for a walk in Central Park without a bodyguard.

—And what did you want me to make, join you for a threesome? —I said as I covered my mouth quickly.

I could feel my cheeks dyeing red and a heat began to rise up my body. Ryan looked up at me with his eyebrows raised and smiled slyly at what I had just said. I knew what was going through his mind at the time. He was imagining the scene. And I didn't even want to do it.

—Do you want to have a threesome?

—No! —I answered quickly.

I didn't know where to go at the time. Ryan was looking at me intrigued. I took a long sip of wine into my glass. And I decided to change the direction of my thoughts were beginning to take, it wasn't very healthy to think about having a threesome with Ryan Chasting.

I mean, it wasn't healthy to think or do anything naked that involved Ryan Chasting. I had to put aside and erase from my mind the images of him naked and wet under the shower. I squeezed my legs, controlled my heartbeat and reminded myself that my dildo was in Chicago in my apartment.

So I decided to think of something else as the new friends I had made.

I hadn't told the guys yet about going to the nightclub and I really didn't want to do it again with the worried look that I saw on Ryan's face when I arrived. Then I came up with something.

—Do you have plans for tomorrow night with the blonde?

Why I had to mention the blonde.

—Is there a problem if I did?

—No, not really, you can fuck whoever you want. — I told him while he was looking at me very seriously now. Would he be wondering why I was talking to him like this? —I was thinking of going out tomorrow night with some friends to a club. Do you think you could join us?

—Are you inviting me to go to a club?

—Not in theory, but since you're my bodyguard and I can't go out without you... you can bring the blonde if you want.

He stared at me for a moment, like wondering if I was drunk. I wasn't, and I wasn't really happy to see him with another woman. But if I had to take her so I could get out, then what choice do I have?

—I'll tell her about it. —he said to me before he continued eating.

Neither of us talked any more. We ended dinner in awkward silence. I didn't dare look him in the eyes anymore. That was my weakness. And I knew that if I did it one more time, I would regret it.

I finished dinner and after saying good night to him I went to my room. I looked for the phone. I had several missed calls from Kate. And an e-mail.

From: Kate Kavanagh

To: Anastasia Steele

Date: Friday, 6/11/2015 9:20 PM

Subject: Bad Influences.

I see New York doesn't fit you in, you don't even hear the phone anymore. Have you forgotten me? I hope you don't decide to move there. Or have you already met someone who made you forget...

Kate.

She always with her particular sense of humor. I looked up her number and called her. At the second ring she answered me.

—I thought you'd forgotten about me.

—That would be impossible, I've just been busy.

— So, how are you doing in New York?

—Well, I made some friends and we're going out to a club tomorrow night.

—I told you that's what you needed to forget about Mr. Chasting.

— That's a little complicated Kate. I don't think I can forget him this weekend. —I said as the sight of his naked body coming out of the shower returned to my mind.

—Why not?

—Because we share the same room.

—What! —his scream on the other end of the line made me take the phone away from my ear.

—It's a long story, Kate, and I'm very tired.

—All right, but tomorrow when you get back from the club, you tell me everything in detail.

—When I get back I'll call you and tell you everything. —I said resigned, better not argue with her.

—I mean it, even if you get there at 3:00 a.m. I want you to call me.

—All right, I'll call you, see you tomorrow, Kate.

—Goodbye, I look forward to the call. —and she hung up on me.

I had to remember to call her tomorrow. Although I knew if I didn't, she'd call me. Curiosity could handle her.

Since when had my life become so exciting for her?

I sent a message to the guys confirming my attendance at the club and told them I would bring other friends. I didn't want to specify that he was my boss and his new conquest.

I took off my glasses and settled into bed. A few minutes later my eyes closed slowly and I found myself wrapped in a very strange and disturbing dream.