A/N: Thank you all for the great response to the first chapter. I've been asked about updates for the story. I'm going to try my best to have updates once a week. This next chapter is from Mr. Grey's POV. Enjoy!

CPOV

"I'm sorry I'm late." I rush into the dining room of my parents' home and hug my mom and dad who are standing by the large oak table. Already seated at the table are my brother Elliot and my sister Mia.

"It's ok, but it would've been nice if you had called to let me know you were going to be late. I worry.", my mom sighs as she sits on one end of the table while my dad takes his seat at the other end. My work keeps me very busy, yet I always try my best to attend Sunday brunch at my parents'. Carrick and Grace Grey are not only my parents; they're also my saviors. I was four when they adopted me, saving me from a rough childhood that to this day gives me chills just thinking about. They had adopted Elliot the prior year and went on to adopt Mia a few years later. Although they're not biologically related to us, they're our parents in every sense.

"I don't mean to make you worry."

"Would I be correct in assuming you were late because of a woman?", Elliot grins. He takes a drink of his orange juice and waits for my answer. "Ah, your silence speaks volumes."

"If you must know, I had a conference call to London. That's why I was late. It had nothing to do with a woman." I can't say waking up alone in the bed wasn't a disappointment. Part of me was hoping I'd have the stunning brown haired, blue eyed Ana curled up next to me, but I failed. In the past I've mostly only done one night stands, yet there was something about Ana that made me consider having it be a more than one time thing. She comes across as stubborn and strong willed. Despite telling me more than once that she wasn't interested, I could see the way her body reacted to me.

"Elliot, leave Christian alone.", Mia says. "After all, you're the one who's wearing the same shirt you had on yesterday." Elliot glances down at his shirt and crinkles his nose. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"You're wrong.", Elliot murmurs. "The shirt I had on yesterday had Yoda on the front. This shirt has Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi. So...there.", Elliot scoffs, sticking his tongue out at Mia.

"Real mature."

"I ran into Phyllis Jones at the store yesterday.", my mom tells me. "She told me Jeff is engaged and expecting a baby." I refill my glass wiht more juice and continue listening. "She went on to ask if I'm a grandmother yet."

"Mom, please tell me you're not about to turn into one of those mothers who continually begs for grandchildren.", I laugh.

"I'm not going to be one of those although I do like the idea of being a grandmother one day."

"There's nothing wrong with that.", my dad adds. "I sometimes think about having grandkids that I can spoil."

"In the meantime you can spoil me.", Mia jokes.

"I'll remember that. Your mom and I are going to a movie this afternoon. It's been forever since we've seen a movie outside of the house. I told her I'd even splurge on candy to go with her popcorn. What do my darling kids have planned?"

"I'm going to go back to my place and nap.", Elliot replies. "I'll probably wake up and watch the football game before napping some more. Oh, I'll make sure to have some snacks in between."

"I'm meeting up with my friend Casey and this girl who just started working with me at the boutique. Her name's Becca, and she seems like a nice girl so I thought I'd ask her to tag along for a day of retail therapy." Everyone's eyes cut to me as I finish my food.

"Me? I'm going to be sorting through some contracts that should've been signed yesterday, and it'll probably take the rest of my day up."

"It's your day off, and you're still working.", my mom murmurs. "You're going to wear yourself out. I'm not saying you should go out and start partying all the time. You're young and need to enjoy life."

"I enjoy life just fine."

"Sir, the new Escalade is set to arrive tomorrow.", Jason Taylor, my head of security informs me. I close out my email and look up at him. "All the extra security features you requested have been added."

"Good." I'm about to go back to my work when my phone rings. The caller is someone who I'd rather not talk to, but I know if I don't answer she's only going to keep calling. Leila Williams is a woman who I've known several years thanks to her mother and stepfather Elena and Richard Lincoln being friends with my parents. My mom and Elena both had hopes Leila and I would fall in love and live happily ever after. Although Leila's one of the few women I've spent more than one night with, it never became more. She wanted to be serious, but I didn't.

"Christian.", Leila purrs. "I'm calling to invite you to the party my mom is throwing for Richard's birthday. It's next Saturday night and starts at seven. I can count on you to be there, can't I?"

"I'm afraid not. I'm leaving next Friday for a trip to London, and I won't be back until the following week."

"Aww. I was hoping you would say yes and accompany me as friends of course." She says friends, but I know otherwise. "The party won't be the same without you."

"The party isn't about me. It's about Richard, and I'm sure it'll be a great success." I tap my pen against the desk and listen to her draw out a long sigh.

"I guess you're right. Maybe we can have dinner one night before you leave. I can make that shrimp scampi you enjoyed so much that one time. Of course most of it went on the floor when we started going at it right there on the table. I'm sure you remember that night?"

"I do.", I mutter. "Leila, dinner would be nice, but I'm going to be busy getting everything in order before my trip. Perhaps we can meet up when I get back in town."

"I'd like that very much.", she replies with a tinge of excitement in her voice. My meeting up only involves dinner while she's probably secretly hoping for more. "Well, I've got an appointment for a wax so I better get ready. Bye."

"Bye." I'm about to set my phone down when it rings again. This time it's Mia calling. "Mia, hey."

"Christian, I've got to tell you something, but you need to not freak out." Usually when somene tells someone else not to freak out there's cause for freaking out.

"I can't make that promise. Tell me.", I growl.

"I was out shopping with Casey and Becca, and things were going great until we left Neiman Marcus. This guy rolled past the stop sign and hit us. The impact made Casey's airbag deploy. She might have a broken wrist. Becca and I had some cuts from the glass, but all three of us are at the hospital. I didn't call Mom and Dad because they're having a nice time, and I don't want to interrupt them." Hearing my sister has been in an accident has my head spinning. I roll my chair back and stand.

"Mia, you're going to have to tell Mom and Dad. Which hospital are you at?"

"Northwest.", she sighs.

"Where is she?", my mom asks me when she and my dad arrive at the hospital. Mia might not have wanted to tell my parents about her accident, but I wasn't about to keep them in the dark. I called them as soon as she told me which hospital she was at, and then I called Elliot who was just as worried as I was.

"She's in the room with her friend Casey.", Elliot answers. A few seconds later the door across from us opens, and Mia staggers into the hallway. My parents wrap their arms around her.

"Why didn't you call us?"

"You guys were so excited about your movie date, and I didn't want to rain on your parade.", Mia shrugs. I notice the small cuts on her face along with a few on her right arm. "I wasn't going to keep it a secret for long, just until tonight."

"Tonight is too long of a wait.", my dad counters. "You're more important than a movie."

"I'm sorry." She takes the tissue I hand her and wipes her tears. "Casey's wrist is indeed broken. They're going to put a cast on."

"What about the other girl? Becca?", Elliot asks.

"Hi.", a small voice says from behind us. Our entire family whirls around, finding a petite blonde haired girl. "This isn't the best way to meet someone, but I'm Becca. I was getting stitches." She brushes her hair back from her face and points to a place right above her left eye.

"It's nice to meet you Becca. I'm sorry about your injury but glad it's not worse.", my mom sighs."Have your and Casey's parents been notified?"

"Casey's parents are in Portland but have been called.", Becca replies. "My parents are deceased, but I've called my sister." I notice her eyes moving past my mom and towards the other end of the hallway. "Here's my sister."

"Becca, I was so scared.", Becca's sister murmurs. I recognize the woman from last night. Her name is Julia, and she's not alone. Standing next to her is none other than Ana who looks as surprised to see me as I am to see her. Julia introduces herself to Mia, Elliot, and my parents. She's about to introduce herself to me when she realizes there's no need. "Christian, hello."

"Hi.", I smile. I direct attention on to Ana. "We meet again."

"It would appear so.", Ana says.

"Becca told me she was going out shopping with some friends, but I had no idea one of those friends was your sister. It's a small world.", Julia tells me. She cuts her eyes over to Ana who's doing her best to not look at me.

"How about I go to the cafeteria for some drinks?", Ana suggests. "Who would like a soda, water, or some coffee?"

"That's so sweet of you.", Mia replies. "I could go for a water."

"Me too.", Becca replies. Ana turns on her heels and proceeds to walk away.

"I'll help her.", I say before rushing to catch up with her. She rotates her head and rolls her eyes when she sees me.

"Are you stalking me?", Ana asks. I take in what she's wearing, a red sweater and tight jeans. My own jeans are getting snug on me thanks to the bulge I feel growing beneath the fabric. I start to adjust myself, but realize I shouldn't be ashamed. I want her to see how she affects me. Reading my mind, her eyes travel downward, right where I want them to be.

"See something you like?" She shocks me when she shoves me against the wall and settles her hand on my cock. "We can find an empty storage closet and play doctor." She strokes me and smirks.

"Is that what you want? You want us to rip each others clothes off and fuck like wild animals?"

"Baby, I want nothing more.", I manage to say. She closes the distance, letting me feel her breath against my neck.

"I'm not your baby.", she hisses before letting go of me.

"What the hell am I supposed to do about this?" I motion to the bulge.

"You can either use your little pickup lines on someone else or you can have use your hand. Whichever works." She walks off, once again leaving me wanting more.

"Is something going on with you and Ana?", Elliot asks me. Once Mia left the hospital, she went home with my parents while Elliot stopped at my place. "I'm asking because I noticed the way you were looking at her."

"Nothing is going on between us.", I mutter, taking a drink of my beer. Elliot gets a familiar look on his face. "That doesn't give you permission to go after her."

"You said nothing was going on."

"It doesn't mean something won't be going on. I can't explain it, but there's something about her that draws me in. It's like she's got me under some fucking spell." Elliot's mouth curls into a wide grin. "What?"

"You've got a crush.", he laughs. He stands and walks over to the ceiling to floor glass window in my living room. "I'm just looking for flying pigs since I never thought the day would come that you'd have a crush."

"It's not a fucking crush.", I scoff. "It's..it's..." I can't even find the words for what I'm feeling. "I don't know what it is, but it's not a crush." Elliot settles back in his chair.

"What do you plan on doing with this "not a crush" thing?" I reach into my pocket and pull out a small piece of paper.

"Last night when I met Ana at the club I only found out her name, but thanks to her friend Julia, I now have her last name. Steele. She wouldn't give me Ana's number, but that's ok since I have my ways."

"Once you get her number, what are you planning on doing?"

"I plan to pursue her."