A/N: I know it's a short chapter and I'm sorry, but it's better than waiting a week for an update.

By the way, can you actually believe the movie will be in theaters in approximately four months from today? Omg, I'm excited!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy and yes there will be more to come... Quickly.

I don't own these characters, I'm just having some fun with them.

Christian

Its been six days, since I've last seen Ana and I've been tempted to call her. She's been running in my head non-stop to the point of driving me crazy.

Turning to face the floor to ceiling windows in my study, I look down at the busy street below me.

I'm far from a regular guy, but I believe Ana deserves someone who can give her hearts and flowers, not some ludicrous idea.

Shaking my head to rid myself of such thoughts. I turn around and find Taylor standing in front of my desk, with a bemused expression.

"Sir, I have news on the situations from Friday night. I also would like to ask," he unknowingly fidgets slightly, but I caught it.

Lifting my eyebrow for him to continue, he starts.

"I would like permission to bring Sophie over to your parents home, this weekend. I understand I'll be on duty, but she's been wanting to spend time with Gail."

"Taylor it's fine." I wave him off. "Just make sure you bring extra security with you and make sure they follow protocol."

"Yes, Sir."

"Anything else?" I ask as I take my seat behind my desk.

"I currently have the reporter still, black balled." I look up from my computer screen, just in time to see his smirk.

I don't have to ask what she did, nor do I want to know.

"Very well Taylor." I nod my head, dismissing him from my office. He takes the hint and takes his leave.

One hour later, after reading through the contract of the shipyard in Florida I want to purchase, I can't concentrate anymore. All I keep thinking about is Ana's drunk confessions. I want to call Welch and ask for a background check on her, but I want her to open up to me. Call it twisted minded, but I want... No desire, the satisfaction to have her trust me enough to tell me what happened to her.

If I can't have her the way I want her, I know, I would be happy with just this. I'm not the type man who wouldn't trample on anyone to get what I want, but I'm not planning or thinking about hurting Ana that way.

Fuck!

Running my hands through my hair, I know I'll need a good session with the good doctor. Maybe he would give me some pointers.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts by the phone ringing.

"Grey." I answer.

"Christian, it's your mother." I hear Grace's sweet voice boom on the other end, and my heart starts to quicken. Smiling I answer, "Hi Mom."

"That's better sweetheart." I can feel the smile that, with no doubt, has formed on her lips.

"Sweetheart, I called to ask if you will be attending the luncheon this weekend? I already asked your siblings and they both said yes. I just wanted to double check to make sure you were planning on coming." I can hear her doubt, sadness, and disappointment on the other end.

"Yes mom, I will be there. I hope it's okay, if I arrive earlier than expected? I've been wanting to ask dad for legal advice on a shipyard I'm planning on purchasing."

"Oh, Honey... You never have to have a reason to come home... This is still and will always continue to be your home Darling." She speaks with such emotion I know she's seconds away from crying.

"Thanks mom." I say and I can feel slight blush come over me. I'm not used to feeling this way. I usually keep my family at arms length, but it still shocks me to know how they feel about me.

"Okay, Darling..." She sniffs, and I know she's already crying. "I'll see you then."

"Yes, mother." I can't help but smile. She laughs and then disconnects the call.

"Fuck, what am I going to do?" I ask to no one as I'm staring at the blank document. I want to send Ana an email, but I've never had to send a personal email to anyone.

Fuck where do I begin...