Sorry for the delay in uploading a new chapter. I've been busy working over time, as well as keeping up with my two year old daughter. Since yesterday was my first day off, I spent the day bonding with her.

Enough of that... Here is chapter 9... Remember there's always a rainbow after a storm.

I do not own these characters. I'm just having some fun with them.

Enjoy!

Anastasia

Sending my incoming calls to voicemail for the sixth time since we arrived, I've had it.

Standing I tell Kate I need to use the restroom and grab my clutch purse and my cellphone, when I notice it's Robert my COO, who keeps calling.

Thirty minutes later I'm done speaking with Robert and I feel like I'm in need of a drink. My head hurts and I feel like cutting my night out with Kate short.

Robert asked if I would be interested in buying Seattle's Publishing House, which I thought was no longer available, since it was bought April of last year.

It's a great publishing house, but it's recently been in debt due to the new owner. If I do buy it, I would spend more money fixing it, than I would in the actual sell. But I know that in six months time under my belt, it would once again be great and all those people would still have their jobs.

Splashing water on my face, as I stand in front of the mirror, I take a good look at myself.

Big round blue eyes, button nose, long eyelashes, full lips, and hair out of place. My makeup is now smeared and running. I smile a true smile. This wasn't me.

I would've never felt comfortable or confident wearing what I am. The dress, the heels, everything is not who I was then, but it is who I am now.

I am a successful, independent woman, who works doing what she loves. I love helping others who have dreamed about being an author become reality. And that is the greatest feeling I have ever experienced.

I smile once again as I open my clutch purse to re-apply my makeup.

"I swear that man is like sex on legs." Speaks a woman with blonde hair when she walks into the restroom. She has a pretty face, but I can tell she has a really shity personality.

"I couldn't agree more." Says the brunette woman who walks behind her. She's slightly on the thicker side and has a nice face, as well. But she doesn't sound as bitchy as her friend.

"Excuse me are you done with mirror?" Asks the blonde with an eye roll and tilt of her head. Wow can you say, 'Bitch.'

"Yeah sure." I say and begin to place my things back in my clutch purse.

"Thank you!" She says sarcastically, as she walks nearly grazing my arm with hers, while her friend gives me an apologetic smile.

I smile back in her direction and make my way out, just in time to hear the blonde say, "I swear I'm fucking him tonight."

Just when I'm taking my first step in the direction towards our table, I get an incoming text message from Robert.

Received 10:05pm

Make your decision before deadline tomorrow morning at 9.

Sent 10:08pm

Great, I'll let you know before than.

Shoving my phone back in my purse, I begin to finally make my way towards Kate.

As I'm walking, I can feel the hairs on my arm stand on end, my breathing is shallower, my heartbeat has quickened, and my palms have become moist. For a minute I think I'm about to be sick, but as I look up I realize why I'm feeling like this.

Staring at me from across the room, sitting at our table is Christian.

Closing my eyes for a brief moment, as I take a deep breath, I keep telling myself I'm probably drunk. No more mixed drinks for me!

Upon opening my eyes again, I still find Christian staring at me, as if he's willing myself to walk over there.

Suddenly going over there seems like a disaster, so instead I walk towards the bar, ordering three double shots of tequila, a vodka tonic, followed by a tequila sunrise. I scoff at myself. What happened to no more mixed drinks?

I don't know how I managed, but I drank them under three minutes. Who am I kidding, I know I will need liquor courage to face him after Thursday's events. I'm still trying to comprehend what I felt. I haven't let my feelings get the better of me since I was thirteen. I shouldn't overthink the situation, but I can't deny how I felt.

Ordering one more shot and taking it quickly, I head back to our table, with a slight sway of myself. I'm definitely going to regret this in the morning.

"Ana! Where did you go?" Kate says as she eyed me curiously. "Ana are you drunk?" She asks as she takes me in her arms. I can't help the giggle that escapes my mouth. Yup, I am.

"She headed for the bar." Christian says. Turning to face him I laugh once more when I notice his jaw is ticking.

"Who invited you anyway?" I say as I take a seat next to Christian, since Elliot is sitting next to Kate. He frowns and turns to look at Kate and Elliot.

"They sort of ran into us." Kate says as she's wringing her hands together, but I'm to drunk to even notice her tell when she lies.

"Oh, okay." I smile and jump to my feet as a song comes out from the speakers.

"Come on Kate, dance with me." I say, while dragging, a mouth open Kate from her hand, towards the dance floor.

Stopping in the center I begin to dance, while Kate is still frozen in place.

"Ana, are you really this drunk?" She asks and I shake my head quickly. "No Kate, I'm not drunk... I just feel good... Real good!" I laugh and keep dancing to Nobody's Business by Rihanna. I see her smile at me as she begins to dance with me.

I can feel my arms in the air and the sway of my hips, but I also feel as if I have no control of my body. Just live Ana!

I smile at Kate who is laughing while we dance. Honestly I can't remember the last time we've done this. It must've been our final year of the University, but it's still a blurred memory.

"Ana, I'm glad your having fun." She yells over the music and we both laugh. She's right, I am having fun.

As the song changes to Check on it by Beyonce, I catch a glimpse of Kate dancing with Elliot, and has left me to dance by myself. I shrug and keep dancing as if the night will never end.

Closing my eyes to the chorus of the song, I feel strong hands holding my waist. Not caring who they belong to, I dance closer to him, my back to his front. I can feel his manhood harden under the sway of my hips, causing me to press my ass harder on him, while his fingers tighten on my hips. I know i will bruise in the morning, but I'm to drunk to stop it. To be honest, I'm not sure if I even want to.

Turning around I look up to a set of gray eyes. I smile as I bite my lip as I grind on him ever harder. I can hear a faint growl over the music and for a second I think I might be drunk. Did Christian just growl?

"Ana I'm heading back to the table I need a drink." She says she fans her face with her hand. Snapping me out of whatever I was just doing. I nod and follow her back to our table, with Elliot and Christian walking behind us.

"What the fuck?" Kate says as she spots people sitting at our table.

"Babe it's cool, Christian reserved the VIP second while you and Ana were dancing." Elliot says as he gives her a kiss on the temple.

Turning my attention to Christian who's standing very close behind me, I mutter my thanks.

"Your welcome Ana." He says with a tilted smile. He looks good when he smiles. I can't help, but run my eyes over his body, the way his muscles are on display, even if they're cover by his shirt. Looking straight ahead I'm face with his broad chest and narrow waist, where I can make out the fine lines of his abdominal muscles. Geez, this man is sculpted to damn near perfection. My eyes wander below his belt and I can feel my face turn a bright red. Wow, he is perfection! I think, as I notice his erect manhood hidden neatly under his black slacks. I wonder what it looks like. Shaking my head I turn around and follow Kate, while Christian chuckles behind me, no doubt, I've been caught ogling the man.

Sitting at the VIP section Christian asks what we would like to order.

"Shots!" I scream and giggle when I notice Kate jump a little on her seat.

"Ana don't you think you've had enough." He chastises me, from my peripherals I can see Kate shake her head while mouthing "No." Kate the wise, knows I don't like being told what to do.

I glare at Christian and stand abruptly and head towards the bar. The nerve of that asshole. Who the fuck does he think he is? I can hear kate call my name after she called Christian an idiot, but I don't listen choosing instead to keep walking towards the bar.

"Hello again." The bartender flirtatiously says. He's a cutie, in a college kind of way, but I don't care to give him a second glance.

"Give me six shots of tequila and a tumbler of vodka." I say as he nods his head and makes my order. I know I shouldn't mix my liquor but I'm upset and I honestly don't care. How dare he? I ask myself as I take a seat on one of the barstools.

"You know I can give you pointers if you'd like." Comes a woman's voice to my left after I've drank my six shots of tequila, while I'm taking sips of my vodka.

I turn to the woman who looks like me. I laugh and wave her off. Shit, I'm probably really drunk, I'm starting to hallucinate look alikes.

"I can tell you how great Christian Grey can fuck and what he likes." My laughter dies completely and I turn to face the woman once more with my mouth slightly open. What the fuck did she just say?

"But if I do. I would like an inside scoop for my column." She smiles as she takes a drink of her bacardi mojito. "Do we have a deal?" She asks placing her drink back on the bartop.

I don't know what comes over me, as I grab her drink and throw the contents of it on her face. "Fuck you." I tell her as I slam her glass on the bartop with a 20 dollar bill beside it. "For the mess, I tell the bartender through gritted teeth, while my gaze remains on the rat bitch.

"Yes ma'am." Says the bartender who's trying to hold back his laughter.

Walking back to our table I can't help feel disgusted. Why would she ask if I needed pointers?

Shaking my head I stop in my tracks as I spot Christian kissing the blonde woman who I met in the restroom. I dont know why, but I feel like crying. My heart feels like it's breaking and the air has gone from my lungs.

Turning around so they don't see me I make my way as quickly as my feet will take me towards our table and begin to collect my things.

I know I shouldn't drive, but I don't care. I need to leave and get out of this situation I am in.

Turning around I try to spot Kate or Elliot, but come up empty. Giving up, I shake my head to clear off some of the fuzziness I feel, but not before I see Christian with a look of horror on his face as his hands grip his hair tightly.

Shaking my head once again, while trying not to fall on my face as I feel the floor move from underneath me, I reach my car noticing a sleek black R8 parked behind me.

Opening my driver's side car door I slide in. I know this is really a bad idea. If I get pulled over for a DWI, it will look extremely bad since I'm CEO of SPC. But right now, I feel like it's a flight or fight situation and I rather flight to save myself from whatever this situation is.

Putting my key in the ignition I feel a shock of adrenaline rush through my veins. The fuzzy feel, the blurry vision, and the headache are no longer present and I feel as if I'm no longer drunk. Just in time to see Christian rushing out of the club as I floor my car and head home.

It feels like I've been driving for five minutes, when I pull up to the front gates of my home, instead of the whole fifteen.

Dialing my code on the key card, the front gates open and I drive up the driveway. Parking my car in the car garage as soon it has fully open after I've pressed the remote.

Stepping out I walk towards the side door of the garage that is connected to the side of my home and walk straight to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of chilled wine from the under counter wine fridge, and forgo a wine glass, placing the bottle at my lips and taking a long pull.

I can't help but wonder why I feel this way. "I don't even know him!" I say out loud to no-one in particular and take another pull of wine.

"What the fuck happened?" I say as I take another gulp.

"How could I have those thoughts running through my head?" I place the wine bottle on my lips to take a drink.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?" I yell as I think about what he suggested when I told him I wanted shots.

"Who the fuck was that woman anyway?" I think back to the brunette woman from the bar.

Before I can comprehend how much I've been drinking throughout the four hour span we've been gone, I finish the wine.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I finally scream while I feel tears run down my face as I fall to the floor, clutching the wine bottle in front of my shattering heart.