Chapter three

AN:/ Thank you all for being patient. I have rewrote chapter two! I will try to keep everyone in character but it's hard because I'm not E.L James, so this is my best! I do hope you like it and leave a review! Thank you for all the favorites, and follows! I have links to my social media!

Christian POV

Sweat poured down my face, and I struggled to catch my breath. God, why after all these years are they able to do this to me? The dreams they feel so real, and I struggle to get my control again. I rub my face, and my eyes dart towards the alarm clock, and it read 5:10 A.M. I turned the alarm off and figure that I might as well get up. I make wake into the bathroom, and turn on the water. I strip off my gray sweatpants and discard of my boxers. I allow the water to run down my face, and the thought of Anastasia came to my mind. I wished that I had been given the chance for a proper goodnight, but her step-father didn't think that was a good idea. I made a mental note that I had email her the details for her friend's art gallery. I figured that she would have something to say since I had ordered one of my security guy's to be her personal body guard. I finish my shower, and quickly dry off. Wrapping the towel around my waist I head back into the bedroom, and begin to pick out my outfit for the day. I had a few things that just couldn't wait any longer at the office. After I finished getting dressed I picked up my blackberry to see a few text's from Elena and one from Elliot. I opened the text from Elliot and read it. "Bro, we need to talk. ASAP!" I put down the phone and didn't see any need to text Elliot back. I chuckled to myself, stunned that it took him this long to ask. Normally Elliot was one nosey Fucker.

Gail had made me breakfast, and now Taylor was taking me to work. I quickly sent my mother a text message letting her know that I was fine, and would call letter. "Fuck," I muttered to myself, as I watched all the paparazzi come up to see the side of the car. Taylor jumped out of the car, pushing past all the paparazzi to let me out of the car. "No comment." I snapped out, as they began to shout questions, and curse words towards me. I scoffed, and thought about turning around but I didn't. The office was stunning, just the way that I had built. My eyes darted towards all my employees, who didn't dare say a word as I walked by. Finally I made it up to the main office to see my security at her desk.

"Excuse me, Sir?" Her voice manages, uneven but professional. I turn and nod my head for her to go on. "These men are here to see you."

My eyes follow her, as I stare at two middle age men in cheap suits. They were clearly on a budget. One of the middle aged men pushed his jacket back pulling out a badge. "I'm detective James, and this is my partner Nick. We need to have a few words with you." Detective James has short buzzed cut black hair, which I naturally assume some army training. While detective Nick looked younger than I did.

"Of course," I open the door to my office, and the two men walk in after me. "What can I help you two detectives with?" I walk behind my office, gesturing to the two visiting chairs for them. This is my office, and wanted to make sure that they both understood that.

Detective James cleared his throat, and remained on his feet. "The video that has been leaked featuring you and a Ms. Anastasia Steele is a show. I'm sure that it's unfortunate that it has leaked for you, Mr. Grey?"

"It is indeed." I crossed my hands in my lap. "I'm looking in the matter. My personal privacy is very important to me."

"Safety is a matter that is important to me," Detective Nick spoke for the first time. "You see in this video, the law see's a variety of things. You want to know what I see." He demanded, but didn't wait for my own answer. "I see a little assault, a little domestic violence, and maybe if you hadn't stopped first degree murder. These are things that require jail time, Mr. Grey."

My eyes narrowed into cold hard slits as I could only glare at the officers. How dare they come in my fucking office to accuse me of assaulting Anastasia?! I tried desperately to get my temper until control; I knew that they wanted me to lose my temper. "What you see and what I see are too different things, detective." My tone is cold, harsh even.

"You can't buy your way out of this one, Mr. Grey." He leaned in close to me. Close enough for me to smell the cheap coffee that he had earlier. "We have video proof!" He hissed, and slammed his hand down onto my desk.

"Either arrest me or get the fuck out of my office! We're done here!" I stood from desk, walked to the door, and held the door open. I flashed the best smile that I could manage as they didn't say anything else, as they made their way out. I knew that this wouldn't be the last conversation that I with these two, and had to make a call to my lawyer. This was a fucked up conversation as it was.

I spent the next few hours dealing with the problems that had grown on my desk, and few problems that had come up. My lawyer had assured me that they were looking for a charge because of the public outcry, and that Anastasia would have to file charges as well. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, as the phone began to ring. "Grey!" I snapped, and didn't mean for all my frustration to come out.

"Mr. Grey?" It was my front desk. "Ms. Steele is here to see you." She said slowly, and I was pretty sure that it was by my tone.

"Send her in." I ordered, and hung up the phone. I stood on my feet as Anastasia walked through my door, a little bit annoyed by the looks of her. I sighed softly as she managed not to trip into the door. "Ms. Steele, what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked, and saw her bodyguard, Luke Sawyer follow her in.

"I don't know who you think you are!" Oh yes, she was annoyed with me. I tried to hide the smirk that was gathering at my face, but it didn't work. "Christian, you've overstepped your boundaries."

"How did I do that, Ms. Steele?" I raised an eyebrow waiting for an answer. I knew why, we both had to know why. I had predicted her reaction, but I didn't think that she would come to the office. I wasn't sad to see that she was here.

"You gave me a bodyguard, Christian!" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't like having someone follow me around every second of the day! I'm here to return him."

I couldn't help but chuckle; she made it seem as if she was returning a pair of clothing. "He's not a sweater, Anastasia, you can't just return him." I made my way over to her, and smirked at her clear annoyance. "You seem to have a disregard for your safety, and with the video people will be more interested in you."

She narrowed her eyes, but not before rolling them. I hated when she did that to me, but I had remind myself that I was in my work office. "I can take care of myself."

"Oh, I know you can." I replied and looked at Luke. "He's good, and won't let you get hurt. By anything or anyone; I'd put your life in his hands. He stays with you at all times." My voice made sure that there was no room for discussion at this point.

"So, I don't even get a say in this?"

"Would you like to pick another bodyguard, Anastasia?" I sat down in my chair. "As long as we're together, or thinking about being together you will have a bodyguard. That's that." I shuffled a few papers off my desk. "For tomorrow's gallery, I will be picking up at seven. Taylor and Sawyer will join us." I looked up to watch her expression.

Anastasia sighed softly, and looked over me. She then turned to look at Sawyer. "The gallery time is good. Fine, but we have to set a few rules for him. He won't even listen to my rules under your orders. He can't follow me to or near the bathroom. I don't need him listening as I use the bathroom. He can't be with me when I'm home."

"He'll be with you when you're home, but he won't follow you to or near the bathroom unless there is a threat. Is that okay?" I asked Anastasia, but my gaze flickered towards Sawyer and knew that he would become more flexible with her.

"Fine," she muttered, and looked over me. "I guess I should let you get back to work." She spoke, and looked over me. "Bye, Christian. I'll see you tomorrow." She turns and walks back out of the office. I sighed softly, and at least knew that she was safe going home because Sawyer had driven her here.

Anastasia POV

This was utterly ridiculous as I sat in the front seat of the car, with my new bodyguard. Control freak Christina had decided that I needed a bodyguard, and that was that. I still did not understand why he was so obsessed with my safety. It wasn't as if that I was living a dangerous life. I sighed as we pulled into my work, and there was no camera's in my face. Sawyer stopped the car, and I stepped out of the car walking towards the door. There was no need to look over my shoulder because I knew that he was right behind me. Walking into my room where there was business was a good way to take my mind off things. Ray and I hadn't been in a good place since last night. He didn't think that I should ever see Christian Grey again, and Christian walking me to the door was the worst thing that he could have done.

Sawyer stood in the corner as I got some of my work done, and realized that I had a lot of work to catch up on, and much to learn. People here were quick to explain, and I was happy to take their advice. Finally it was almost time for a break, but I glanced up hearing something. "Anastasia, can you come here for a moment?" Jack motioned to his office.

I put my hand up for Sawyer to stay put and walked into Jack's office. The one thing that I could be grateful for is that Jack being understanding through all this. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked softly, and didn't know why he would want to talk to me so quickly. I didn't think that I had done anything wrong, but I was new here.

"No, of course not," he gestures towards one of the chairs and shut the door behind us. "You've done such a good job for only being here for a day or so." He flashes a smile towards me. "I wish that all of my workers were that good. I promise that everyone here will be fair towards you with what's going on."

"Thank you." I mutter, watching him as he walks over and sits down next to me. I couldn't help but think that was odd because there were plenty of other chairs in his office. "I'm happy to be here."

"You know, Anastasia, if after work one day you want to get your mind off things I would be happy to help you. I know this great little restaurant near here, and I'm sure that you would love it." He leans over and runs a hand through my hair, making a chill run down my back.

"Jack, you've done a great deal of things for me, but I just don't think that's a good idea." I say as nicely as I can. I suddenly want the door to be open, and to not be here. "I'm thinking about getting back together with Christian." Did I really just say that out loud? I had not been planning on telling anyone that; even Kate since I didn't know what I was going to do.

Jack whole attitude changed, and it was a darker aurora around him. His eyes narrowed down into a cold glare. "I see," he snapped, and stood opening the door. "You better get back to work. I expect nothing less than perfection." He growled, ushering me out of the office.

I went back to my desk, and couldn't believe what had happened. a cold glare. "I see," he snapped, and stood opening the door. "You better get back to work. I expect nothing less than perfection." He growled, ushering me out of the office.

I went back to my desk, and couldn't believe what had happened. I debated on whether I should tell anyone about what happened, but decided that it was just the heat of the moment for Jack. I was sure that it wouldn't happen again. I glanced over at sawyer, a little bit relieved that he was here. I went back to work trying to focus on what I would want to wear for tomorrow. It would be an interesting night to say the very least.