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Christian POV

The video played out and I could only watch in horror. The whispers, and video phone's soon appeared. I glanced over to see Anastasia running out of the building. "Ana!" I called after her, but she didn't stop. "Ana! Come back!" She still didn't stop. I pushed past all of people and followed Anastasia out of the building. I found her sitting on the sidewalk crying. I ran over to her, and sat down holding her. I wasn't sure how long I held her, but I didn't let go. Taylor and Sawyer made their way over to us, and stood around us.

Ana looked up at me make-up stained her beautiful face. "Why?" She asked, her voice shaking from the crying. "Why are they do this to us?"

I looked at her for a long moment. She looked utterly devastated. I pulled her face up to look at me. "Ana, baby," I began softly. I wanted to be furious, and I was but that wasn't what Anastasia needed right now. "It has nothing to do with you. These people want to hurt me." I leaned up pulling her up. I didn't want to be here when the fucking paparazzi arrived. "Come, I'll take you home."

Ana nodded, and I led her to the car. She sat in the front seat as I began to drive off. Her gaze went right towards the window not meeting my eyes. She was hurt, and clearly confused.

I pulled up to her house, and went to open the door. I took her hand and walked her up to the door. I hated that she was so hard for me to read. "I promise I will find whoever did this." I gently kissed her forehead.

"Will you stay?" She asked, and looked up at me. "At least until I fall asleep?" She questioned, and her eyes turned towards the drive-way. "Ray isn't here, so you don't have to worry about that."

I nodded my head, and walked into the house with her. I walked into the bedroom, as she went to the bathroom to get changed. I ran a hand over her bed, and sighed softly. She came out after a few minutes, her face was clean. She wore a long sleeve t-shirt and shorts. "Just no touching." I spoke softly, as she got into the bed.

"Are you ever going to tell me why not?" Anastasia laid down, and waited for me to join her. She looked over at me, and sighed softly. "I want to touch you." She whispered softly where I could barley hear her. I slowly got into the bed with her.

"I know," I put my arm across her waist pulling her close to me. "Not tonight, Ms. Steele. Too much emotion." I spoke in my that's that tone. We laid there for a long time and eventually she feel asleep, but it wasn't an easy sleep. I sighed softly and realized that I kept hurting this woman. I really was 50 shades of fucked up, and she...needed more from me. Could I give her more?

I hadn't realized that I too had fallen asleep, but slowly I woke as the sun drifted through the blinds. I opened my eyes, surprised once I realized that I didn't have the nightmares last night. I leaned over giving Anastasia a light kiss. "Later babes," I whispered, knowing she was slightly awake.

"Later babes." She whispered back, as I led my way out of the home. I saw Sawyer sleeping on the couch, and realized that I might have to give the man a raise for everything.

After I left Anastasia I realized how furious I was, and that I needed to talk to the photographer. Whoever these people were, didn't want money just to fuck with my life. This was getting old because it wasn't just fucking with my life but Anastasia as well. I told my office to set up an appointment for later today with him.

I had been working in the office, trying to work on the business; while doing damage control for the fucking video. It was all over the place, and it pissed me off because people were seeing places of Anastasia that I didn't want anyone to see. I glanced up to see my assistance buzz the photographer through the door.

Jose walked trough the door in jeans and t-shirt. His hands stuffed into his pockets. " ?" He questioned, taking a seat in one of my visitors chairs. "You wanted to see me?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure of my intentions.

"I did. Thank you for coming." I leaned back in my chair, trying not to jump up and punch him. "I wanted to talk to you about a certain issue at your gallery."

"It wasn't I that showed that video!" Jose spoke in a hurried voice. "I would never do that to Anastasia, ." He looked over at me, trying to gather himself. "I wouldn't do that!" He snapped out.

"I didn't say you did," I crossed my hands in my lap. "Do you have any idea who would have access to the gallery before you did?"

Jose let out a breath of air before turning his full attention towards me. "No, I mean there was a lot of people there. People were in and out all day long. I'm really sorry that happened." He stood from his chair. "If that's all I really think that I should be going." He headed towards the door.

"Hey!" I called after him, and followed him to the door. "If I find out you lied to me, you'll be much more sorry than you are right now." I spoke in an ice cold tone. "I'm not the man you want to try to hurt." I warned, and smirked as he practically ran out of the building.

I walked back over to my desk, and dialed a number. The phone rang a few times before they answered. "I need you to get the gallery footage for the last week or so."

Anastasia POV

I had been surprising that Christian had stayed the night with me, because he says that he doesn't sleep with people. The new video had made it onto the news, and I couldn't believe it. Everything that I done with Christian was now being shown on national TV. I hated it, and the worst part is that I didn't know how to make them stop. There are things that people weren't meant to see. I glanced at the door as someone knocked, but I didn't answer the door Sawyer did. Kate and Ray had gone to buy some food neither saying much. Kate had already voiced her opinion on the issues.

"Ms. Steele?" Sawyer spoke, standing in the doorway. He turned to look at me. "Dr. Grey is here to see you?" He spoke, but rose an eyebrow to see if he was letting her in.

Dr. Grey as in Christian mother?! Crap! I nodded my head so she could come in. "Dr. Grey," I greeted with a smile. I had only meet the woman a few times but like her son she managed to intimate me. "Please have a seat." I gestured towards the couch in the living room.

"Thank you," she flashed a polite smile. "Ana," she sat down on the couch. "It's so lovely to see you." She turned towards Sawyer. "I see my son has given you a bodyguard."

"Christian insisted," I spoke, as Sawyer left the room. Christian had done well more than insist about the damn bodyguard. "He's worried with the..." I trailed off not knowing how to bring up that subject.

"That's actually want I wanted to talk you about." Why did she want to talk me about that? Double crap! "I've tried talking to Christian about it, but he hasn't said much." She looked over at me placing a hand on me knee. "I'm worried about you, Ana."

"Worried about me? Why?" I didn't know why in the world she worry about me. I figured that she was here to tell me to stay away from her son. "I'm fine really."

Dr. Grey nodded her head. "You were a surprise to all of us, Ana. A good one. For the longest time we all thought," she waved her hand in the air dismissing the thought. "Well it doesn't matter. Ana, he's cares about you."

"I know." I responded softly, I didn't know where she was going with this.

"You should care about yourself too, dear." Her voice was stern. A clear mother figure was coming out of her. "I can't tell you how to live your life, but from what I saw in that video that isn't a good relationship, Ana. I love my son, but he does need to realize that he shouldn't treat you like that. It has to be equal parts from both."

I looked down at the ground, and tried to stop the tears from spewing out my eyes. "I know." I whisper, and look up at her. I wish that I could tell her how that evil sick bitch messed up Christian, but I can't. I wish that Christian would tell her. "I love your son, but..." I trailed off, and I knew that I couldn't let him do that to me again. I was afraid to truly love him, I believe. I didn't want to get hurt again.

"I know, and I'm pretty sure that he loves you." She reached down wiping away my tears. "Whatever he won't tell people, he needs to. Because what he did isn't love. He's a good person, just has a few issues." She turned towards me. "You're a strong woman, Ana. It's takes a strong woman to go through all this. Show Christian that you're a strong woman, and that he doesn't get to hurt you anymore."

"Thank you." I whisper and look at her. She's right that Christian does have a few issues, much more than a few but he's capable of much more. I looked at this woman, and knew that she was right I had to be a strong woman with Christian. Things had to change and I had to change not dramatically but I needed to be a stronger woman.

AN:/ The next chapter a lot will happen so be ready for that!