Chapter two:

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Christian POV

Flowers, I gave Anastasia fucking flowers! I had never given any women flowers before; the expection being my mother and sister on birthdays. I hoped that she would come talk to me before the time limit I had set. I prayed that I was making the right decision. I shook my head, and knew that she must have been home. Did she really not want to see me? I knew that her father made it clear that he wanted me far away from Ana as possible, and I knew why he wanted that. For a moment I had thought that he might punch me, but I'm glad that he didn't. My darted towards by buzzing blackberry again, but this time I was stunned by the name that appeared on the screen; Elena. I debated mentally on whether or not to answer her or to send her voicemail. "Grey." I realized that she must have seen the story by now.

"Christian, darling," Elena voiced flowed through the blackberry. I never understood why she always continued to call me darling. "We need to talk about something." Her tone became very serious, and I knew that she was talking about the video. "I'm worried about you."

I sighed softly, and knew that Ana had expressed concerns about Elena but she was a good ear. "Why don't you come here for dinner?" For some reason regret swirled around I my mind for inviting her. "7:00," I told her hanging up the phone. I looked down at the clock and was glad that it was only 3:00, maybe Elena wouldn't come. Taylor drove the SUV through the gates as I recognized a familiar car; my parents. "Fuck," I mumbled under my breath, and regretted giving them a key. Taylor stopped the car and opened the car door for me.

I stepped out of the car giving Taylor one last glance, and headed into the house. I opened the door to see my mother and father standing waiting for me. "Mom, Dad." I try my best to send them a warm friendly smile, but I knew the real reason they were here the video. I sigh and realize that a sadness lingers in my mother eyes, she doesn't mean to make to feel bad but does.

"Christian," My mother takes a step towards me. "You've been avoiding my calls," she opens her mouth to continue but closes it, and sighs softly. "Is it true?" The words come out in a whisper, and she looks over at my father. I know that neither one of us want to have this conversation, but she had taken a liking to Anastasia.

I take a deep breath in, and walk over to the pair of them. I lean over taking my mothers hands. "You two must understand..." I didn't get to finish my thoughts.

"Oh, Christian, sweetheart, you didn't. You wouldn't." My mother sweet eyes filled with sadness not only for Anastasia but for myself as well. She took another step towards me, which made me take another step back.

"Christian, son, what's going on?" My father asked, and he raised an eyebrow. "We need to know what's going on?" His lawyer voice came through the sentence.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why the hell do they have to ask these sets of questions. What the fuck was I supposed to say? They had seen the video clearly, and the video explained why I was punishing her. "Fucking a," I mumbled under my breath and managed to earn a warning looking from my mother. "It was a sex game gone wrong. I was wrong with my actions." I mumbled out, and didn't think now was the time to explain Elena.

My mother and father exchanged a glance with each other before turning back to look at me. "Oh, Christian," she sighed softly and looked at me. "How did the media get ahold of that?" She questioned and knew that I wasn't going to say much more, and I was pretty damn sure that she didn't want to hear about my sex life more.

"I don't know but I plan to find out." I sighed softly. "I never meant for my actions to have the affects that it did," the words fell out of my mouth again and I hated the lack of control that I had for the situation. Why did Anastasia have this affect on me? I looked at my mother and father and were glad that they came without my brother and sister. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

"I'm a mom, Christian, that's what I do." My mother looked over at me and gave me a small hug. I had always enjoyed that they understood and respected by issues with being touched.

We spent the rest of the visit discussing other things, and soon my mother had to back to the ER for her shift. I wished them well and told that I would call. I knew it would make my mother feel better at least. I knew that she was worried for me and for Anastasia. I sighed softly and noticed the time 6:00 and figured that it was time for a shower. I walked into the bedroom slowly undoing my clothes and letting them fall on the floor. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water fall on my face. I let out a soft frustrated groan, and suddenly hated that Elena was invited for dinner or as Ana called her; Mrs. Robison.

I finished my shower and began to dry myself off. I didn't see any need to wear a suit so I settled on a plain black shirt and blue jeans. I walked into the kitchen to see Gail preparing dinner and I tried to flash a smile at her. I groaned at the time and knew that Elena would be here soon, but on the way to see if she was here I ran into Taylor. "Taylor, have you found anything?"

Taylor cleared his throat, and shook his head no. It seemed that he was afraid and frustrated of his answer. "We've found nothing so far." He looked at me and was surprised it seemed. "The lawyers have made some progress on getting the video taken down, but they are having trouble tracking the IP."

"What the fuck do you mean having trouble?" I snarled, and took a deep breath trying to lower my voice. My company had some of the best tracking equipment that I had come across. "They better find them!"I growled and headed for the door as Elena was here. I opened the door to see Elena standing at the door.

Elena flashed a smile at me, and took a step towards me. "Christian, sweetheart!" She greeted and gave me a small hug. "How have you been?" She asked, but didn't want for an answer. "I can't believe someone would that to you."

I had never minded Elena pet names for me, but for some reason I really didn't like them at this moment. "How the fuck have I been?" I scoffed at the question. "Let's see, someone got a video of me punishing my girlfriend." I paused on the word girlfriend and realized that it was ex-girlfriend really and that term was so new.

"Girlfriend. I don't think that I'll ever get used to that. People like us just don't date." Elena made her way trough the house and into the kitchen. It wasn't the first time that Elena had been in my house. "You're sure that Anastasia didn't release the video?" She raised an eyebrow.

I reached over grabbing Elena by her arm spinning her around. "Don't!" I gritted my teeth, and struggled to control my temper. "Don't ever fucking say things like that ever again!" I warned her, and knew that I wasn't in the mood to hear her remarks about Anastasia. I knew that Ana wasn't going to do that.

Elena's eyes darted down to her arm and looked up at me. "I'm going to advise you to let go." I slowly let go of her arm, and yet she continued. "It's a theory that you have to think about; you know that your security team has thought about it." She walked over to the table and sat down.

"She's not like that." I mumbled, making sure that it was clear there wasn't room for discussion about this topic.

"So you've said," Elena replied, and glanced over at me. "How's your business doing?" Elena took a bite of the vegetables on her plate, but her eyes remained on me. They were demanding and demanded an answer, and I scoffed two control freaks in the same room.

"It's doing fine. We've been having a small problem but nothing I can't handle. And our business?" I was glad that the subject had changed to business, and Elena and I could always talk about business.

Anastasia POV

I had been pacing around in my room debating on whether I was going to see Christian. Ray had made is clear that he wanted me no where near Christian Grey, but a small part of me didn't want to stay away. I was in love with Christian Grey, and I needed to talk to him at least. Crap how the hell was I supposed to get there? Christian sold my car and neither ray nor Kate would provide a car so I could go see him. I suddenly remembered that I had graduation money and knew that would pay for a cab. I reached down pulling out my phone and making a quick call for a cab to pick me up a little ways from my house. I couldn't believe that I was grown woman sneaking out of my house. I quickly made it out of the house glad that Kate was with Elliot and Ray was showering. I left a note saying that I would explain.

The cab meet me right where he said he would and I couldn't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach. Was it a mistake going back there? Christian hurt me, and know someone had posted it all over the internet. Images of the playroom filled my head and the pleasure also came back. I wish that Christian hadn't been so corrupted by the evil mrs. Robison. It was all her fault that Christian did what he did, and no matter what he said it was wrong.

I quickly paid the can driver and got out of the car in front of Christian grey house and noticed that there was a lot of cameras. I sucked in a breath and headed for gate but the cameras began to flash in my eyes and reporters began to yell questions. "Why are you going back to Christian?" "Is the video real?" "Did Christian grey really beat you?" "Does he abuse you?" The questions were stunning and the camera was blinding. I couldn't believe the way that they were treating me.

Suddenly the gate opened and I was being pulled inside. After I had a minute or so to focus I noticed that it was Taylor. "Thank you," I managed to get out as the reporters were shouting the questions still. I was grateful to see Taylor. I had really liked Taylor.

"Of course, Ms. Steele," Taylor held the door open for me. He flashed a soft smile towards my direction. "He's in the kitchen." He spoke answering my question before I even had a chance my question.

I returned the smile and headed towards the kitchen. My stomach felt as if there was a million butterflies flying around there and I had never felt more nervous. As I got closer to kitchen I could hear Christian voice but I also heard a woman's voice. "Are you going punish me, a Christian?" The women voice spoke and I walked loudly into the kitchen.

Christian spun around to see who had entered the kitchen and surprise flashed into his eyes. He quickly recovered and cleared his throat. "Ana?" He was still stunned by seeing me, and stood on his feet. "It's good to see you."

"I'll just let myself out. I'll call you later, Christian, darling." The woman told Christian before throwing a glare at me and leaving. I could only stare at her and mentally debated on why she would call Christian darling. She wasn't a family member. Christian also caught the glare and narrowed his eyes into slits.

"Who was that?" I asked after a moment. I knew that Christian wasn't going to offer any answers without a question. I sighed softly and realized that I was biting down on my lip because I was so nervous."

"That was Elena."

Oh, well she was different than I pictured. "Of course. I'm sorry I shouldn't have come." I turn on my heels and try to stop the tears. I wasn't sure why I so upset, but it felt that my heart broke knowing that Christian had turned to Elena. I stopped as I felt Christian hand on my arm.

"Don't go." No matter who hard he tried there was always Mr. Control freak. "Anastasia, if I had known that you were coming right now I wouldn't have invited her." Oh, he invited her? He spun me back around please. "Talk to me."

"Christian, why did you ask me to come here?" I didn't want to make small talk, or talk about Elena.

Christian sighed softly running a frustrated hand through his hair. "For the love of god stop biting your lip!" He snapped and I hated that I didn't know I was doing it. "You said that you loved me. Do you still?" He reached over moving my hair out of my face.

I gasped as he touched me and was stunned by the current that went through us. "Of course I do. I love you, I'm in love with you Christian grey but I'm not.." I trailed off not sure what I wanted to say. "I can't be everything that you need."

Christian stared at me for a long moment. "I told you that I wasn't the man for you." His tone was cold, ice cold.

"Then why am I here?!" I was getting angry. Did he just invite him to tell me what I already know? Did he invite me here to rub it in that we aren't together.

"I want to be the man for you, Anastasia." He murmured and looked at me. "I told you that I can't stay away from you. I still can't."

The man always had a way with words but could I just jump right back into such a relationship? "I don't want be with your sub. I don't know if I want to be your girlfriend. but I need time to think. We can't just go back to where we before." He was hard to read at that moment that I didn't know what he was thinking.

"I see." He turns and leans on the counter. He waits a few moments and looks over at me. "Anastasia, do you remember my promise to take you to your friend art gallery?" He asks, but doesn't wait for an answer. It was a change of subject which made me a little relieved. "Let me take you." His tone made it clear that it wasn't up for discussion.

I sighed softly and hated that he always seemed to have the upper hand. "Okay, we'll go." I couldn't believe that I had actually agreed to that. I looked over at Christian. "About the video. Do you know who did that?"

"No!" He growled and made me take a step back. "I swear that I will find whoever did that and will make them pay! I'm so sorry, Ana, that was never supposed to be seen." He reached over and ran a hand through my hair and kissed me ever so gently.

I kissed him back gently and pulled back looking at him. "I'm not ready for that yet." I whispered and realized that I wanted him in a very physical way right now. I shook my head and tried to dismiss the thought and knew that wasn't the thing to do right now. "Maybe soon but not now." I sighed as my phone began to ring and it was Ray. I silenced the phone. "My father." I hit the ignore button on the phone. I reached into my pocket and was glad that I had money for the cab.

Christian eyes darted towards the money. "How did you get here?" He must have realized that I had yet to buy another car.

"I took a cab." I responded taking out my cell phone to call for another one.

Christian stare at me; a disapproving look. "You took a cab!?" He repeated the question back to me in utter shock. "Ana," he mumbled out. "I'll take you home." It wasn't a question.

"Christian, I don't think that's such a good idea," my eyes darted towards him, as he grabbed some keys. "A cab is fine." I snapped and resisted the urge to roll my eyes until he had turned away from me.

"Don't roll your eyes at me. I know you did." He calls out, as he leads me towards the garage. "A cab?" He is still in utter shock. "Why do you insist on putting yourself in danger?" He scoffed, and walked over towards a flashy sports car. He opened the passenger side door waiting for me to get in.

"A cab is safe." I mutter softly before getting into the car. I sit down and notice soft leather seats. My eyes glance over as Christian gets into the driver seat. I can't help but admit that this is a bad idea, but I kept that to myself. He starts the car up and pulls out of the garage.

"Fucking leeches," Christian growled, pulling out of the gate and seeing all the cameras. He drove past all the cameras until he was on the highway. "Your friend's gallery is when?"

I was taken back the by the question. It was so casual and normal. "The day after tomorrow." I replied, and realized that my voice was nervous. It actually annoyed me that I couldn't be so confident. "Why was Mrs. Robison at your house?" The words flew out of my mouth before they could register through my brain.

He sighed softly, and his eyes flickered towards me. "It was just two friends having dinner," he paused, as I frowned. I hated that they were still friends. "We talked about business, and other things." His eyes turned dark and cold as he mentioned other things. He must be talking about the video. He took a turn down my street. "It was nothing."

"Maybe not to you." I muttered, which made him raise an eyebrow. I glanced towards my house and was glad that this over. My breath caught in my throat as Christian stopped the car that he had gotten out and was walking over to my side of the door. He opened the door. "I can walk from here."

"I would much rather make sure you get there safe, Anastasia." He shut the car door behind me and walked side by side with me up to the door. I prayed that Ray was already asleep.

As soon as Christian and I got to the door it flew up. "Anastasia Rose Steele!" Ray yelled, furious. His eyes burned with hate towards Christian. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here? Didn't I warn you?"

I stepped in between Ray and Christian. "Dad!" I growled out. "It's fine..." I didn't get to finish my sentence. I couldn't believe that he was acting like this; like I was a 16 year old girl.

"It sure as hell isn't fine!" He reached over pulling me into the house. "Go near my daughter again and I'll have you fucking arrested!" Ray got me into more of the house and slammed the door in Christian face. He turned towards me. "You can't see him. I already told you that."

"I'm not a 16 year old girl!" I snapped and stared at my father. "You don't know everything! All you see is what they want you to."

"I don't have to know everything, Anastasia. He beat you with a belt! It's abuse. He doesn't love you or he wouldn't do that to you." His voice became softer, sadder. "I'm trying to protect you before he really hurts you."

"It's not like that." I realized that he would never understand, but I didn't want to think that he was right. I knew he wasn't right. "I'm a grown woman. Who I fall in love with isn't your say anymore." I snap and head towards my bedroom. Only I knew if Christian was right for me, and I had to decide.