AN:/ I hope you like this chapter! It was fun to write! Also I'm still seeking a roleplay partner! Send me a PM if you want to roleplay!

Christian POV

So far it's been a real cluster fuck kind of day, and I knew that it was only going to get worse. With the publicity scandal the business was really starting to suffer because no one wanted be in the business with a "woman abuser" The thought of me abusing Anastasia made me sick, I knew that I had gone too far with the spanking, but I would never hurt her like everyone was saying. I wished that whoever was doing this to me would just come after me and leave Anastasia out of it. My head jolted up as the door opened to the office, and I sighed softly as I saw that it was just Taylor. "Did you get what I asked for?"

Taylor nodded his hand, and handed me a small device. "The footage goes back all the way through last week," he paused, and looked over at me. "The gallery manages want to thank you for your donation." She spoke, and headed out of the office as the phone began to ring.

"Grey!" I snapped into the phone, and mumbled a quick thank to Taylor. A donation to the art gallery and in return they gave me the footage, that way maybe I can figure out who the fuck decided to publish the video's right there.

"Christian?" Ana's voice flowed through the phone, and it seemed a little stunned at my harsh tone. "I was wondering you wanted to meet me for dinner?"

Well, I leaned back in my chair surprised that she was asking me to dinner. "I would, of course," I leaned back holding the device in my hand. "I'll pick you up at 7?" I questioned, and knew that there was no one in hell that I was going to let her meet me at the restaurant.

"Sounds good, Mr. Grey," I waited for a moment as I could hear the smile in her tone. "I'll see you tonight. Goodbye." The phone clicked off.

I hung up the phone, and put the small device into the computer. It was time to see who the hell was fucking with my life. I opened the file and began to go through the video, as there was plenty of video footage. I fast forwarded through some it, but I came to stop as soon as I recognized someone. "That fucking traitor bitch!" I screamed at the computer, and zoomed in. "I'm going to kill that bitch!" I hissed and jumped up from my chair. I didn't say one word to anyone in the office, and they were smart that they didn't talk to me. I phoned Taylor to tell them where I wanted to go.

Taylor didn't say one word expect to confirm the address that I wanted to go to. I held the device in my hand so tight that my knuckles began to turn white. Taylor pulled up to the location, and I jumped out of the car not waiting for anyone. I walked through the door, but I didn't see the person that I was looking for. I headed into the back dismissing the girl at the front trying to get my attention. I made into the back and my grey eyes narrowed cold slits. "You are such a fucking bitch!" I screamed, and had the pleasure of watching Elena jump and turn towards me.

Elena's eyes darted carefully towards mine. "Would you like to explain why you're screaming at me?" She leaned back in her chair, trying to appear calm. I knew her better, the last thing that she was calm. "I don't know why you're so pissed…" I didn't let her finish.

"Oh, you have no idea why I'm so pissed off at you," the sheer idea made me scoff. "What do you take me for, Elena?" I demanded, and watched her. There was no way she was going to be able to talk her way out this one. "I'm not a man that you should piss off."

"I'm not a woman you should piss off, Christian," she stood, and walked over to me. "You can explain yourself, or you can get the fuck out of my business." Her eyes meet mine, as she stood toe-for-toe with me. "What did I do?"

I didn't say much more, but sat down at her computer pulling in the small device that I had in my hand. I brought up the file and zoomed in to a woman that looked exactly like Elena. "You were supposed to be my friend, and you're releasing my sex tapes!?" I growled, and struggled to get my temper under control. The last thing that I wanted to do was hit Elena.

Elena opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed her mouth. She leaned against the desk that was in her office. "You think that I'm the one behind all this?" She started to laugh, and she looked over at me. "What would I possibly have to gain?"

"Get rid of Anastasia. It's no secret that you don't like her." I paused the video, and turned my attention towards her. "I would suggest that the next words you think long and hard about, Elena."

Elena shrugged her shoulder, and looked over at video. "You're right; she's not my favorite person. I don't know her, Christian, but she's not one of us," she paused, and let the video play out a little more. "The video's are meant to hurt you somehow, Christian, I wouldn't do that to you." She paused the video a certain point. "That isn't me."

My mouth dropped open in utter shock that she would tell me that. "Excuse me?" I couldn't help but scoff. Was she actually going to try to deny that when I have her on video footage? "What the fuck are you talking about?" I demanded and turned my head towards the video camera.

"Look," she pointed to the screen, and at the girl. She pointed towards the girl's hair. "This is a wig," she pressed play, and zoomed the video in, where there was a clear two layers of hair. "Whoever is doing this knows about us, Christian. They're trying to blame me."

I couldn't help but now that she's zoomed in see that it was in fact a wig. "Maybe you wore a wig?" I looked over at her. I knew that Elena was capable of a lot of things, and I didn't know if she was capable of this. "Why the fuck should I believe you?" I crossed my arms over my chest. I was starting to realize that she probably wasn't the one who had done this, but I needed to know who did. "What if you're jealous of Anastasia?"

Elena looked over at me and started to laugh at me. "Please, get real." She scoffed, and turned her attention. "Whoever is doing this knows about us, which I'm assuming that's not very many people. So I would start that, but I'll see what I can find out."

I nodded my head, but took the device out of the computer closing the file. I held it close to me and smirked. "If you think that I'm going to just give this to you, you've lost it." I looked over at her, and headed for the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for dinner with Anastasia."

Ana POV

I shouldn't be as nervous as I was for a dinner date with Christian. I had been to dinner with Christian several times, but I was going to try to take his mothers advice and be a strong woman. All my life I had always been the girl in the corner, but tonight I was going to try and change that. I grinned and got ready with a dress that I borrowed from Kate, and realized that I might want to get a few outfits for myself. I quickly put on a quick coat of lip gloss when I saw Kate standing in the corner. "Ana," Kate walked towards me. "Where are you going?" Kate was always asking question.

"I told you," I put down the lip gloss on the counter and looked at her. "I'm going to dinner with Christian. Please don't start, Kate. I know how you feel about, Christian, you've told me."

"Oh I've told you what an abusive unstable son of a bitch that he is?" Kate placed a hand on her hip. "I don't like him, Ana; he's clearly not good for you. I still don't see how Elliot and Christian are brothers. He's nothing like his brother. Thank god!" She scoffed, and turned to look at me. "Ana, please don't go."

"Kate?" I turned around, and knew that she meant well. I took a deep breath and decided that this was the moment that I was going to practice the strong woman inside me. "I know you care, but it's my life. I have lived it, and I want to go to dinner with Christian's. Thanks for dress." I spoke, leaving her stunned in the bathroom. As soon as I walked out of the house with Sawyer I couldn't help but feel good about myself. I loved Kate, but I don't want her control my life.

The ride to the restaurant was not a lot of talking, as I began to mentally think about what I was going to tell Christian I reminded myself that I had to be able to trust him, but he was such an intimating man. Sawyer pulled up to the restaurant, and parked the car. He let me out of the car and walked into the restaurant with me. It was no surprise that Christian was already at the table. I walked over and sat down in front of him. "Mr. Grey?" I spoke, catching his attention.

Christian grey eyes darted up to meet my own, and he smirked looking at me. "Ms. Steele, you look lovely." He reached over grabbing the wine bottle, and poured me a glass. "I'm glad that you invited me for dinner."

"I'm glad you came to the dinner." I reached over and sipped my wine. I was trying not to be so well me. Get it together Steele, I snapped at myself and looked over at him. "I wanted to talk about us?"

"I see," Christian spoke, and motioned for the waiter to take our order. The waiter came and took our order, and I just order myself a steak. "What about us?" He raised an eyebrow, curious.

"I like you, Christian; I want to be with you." I paused taking a deep breath in. Remember strong Steele, I quickly reminded myself, and turned towards him. "I don't want to be your Sub; I want to be your girlfriend. A girlfriend is very different from a sub."

Christian nodded his head, and took a long sip of his wine. "I've never had a girlfriend before you, Anastasia," he muttered, and glanced up at me. "Why are you telling me this?"

I took a deep breath, and realized that it was now or never. "I want to be your girlfriend, but I don't want you to punish me anymore. A relationship doesn't work on punishment. I don't like it, and I don't want you to do that anymore. You make me feel like a kid again… It scares me."

"I see," Christian looks down at the ground. "You must know that I don't mean to do that to you, Ana. It's just how I was taught." he muttered.

"I know, and I can't ask you change everything that you are. You can't ask me to change who I am either. I want you, you're my fifty shades." I try to manage a weak smile and look over at him. "I want to be your girlfriend, my equal. I can't be your sub that can be punished because you feel that I did something wrong." I turned and realized that he needed to hear this, as much as I needed to say it. "The time that I ran from you in the kitchen, Christian; it wasn't meant to discourage you, but I hoped that it would lead to sex." I blushed softly. It was true, a game that I had read about in a book.

Christian mouth dropped open, and his mouth set into a hard line. I couldn't read what he was thinking, and it drove me crazy. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Fuck, Ana," he looked over at me. "You don't want me to punish you, ever? You don't want the playroom?" his voice was soft, unsure.

"The playroom is a part of you, and I couldn't ask you to give that up. I like the playroom, and what you can show me in there. What I don't like is the punishment, I don't want to walk around on eggshells worrying that I'm going to do something wrong to upset you."

"I didn't realize that I made you feel like that." Christian glanced up at the waiter that brought our food. We quickly thanked him, and Christian turned back towards me. "Ana, I can't just fix this overnight."

"I know," I reached over and gently placed a hand on his hand. "I don't want to change you, but I don't want to be scared of you punishing me anymore. Let's fall in love, and make a life. A life that can include kinky fucker without the punishment, that's what I want, Christian. A relationship shouldn't be based on a contract."

He sighed softly, and took a bite of his food and told me to eat. He was still Mr. Control freak. "I'll try," he admitted, and looked over at me. "I can't change everything about me, but I'll try not to scare you so much. I'm glad that you're finally talking with me and not in email."

I smiled softly, glad that he was willing to try with me. I sighed softly and realized that he was still control and my 50 shades, but we might be on our way to a real relationship, or what I wanted. "Your mother actually encouraged me to talk you. She's worried about us. She's worried about you."

Christian nearly started choking on his food. "My mother came to talk to you?" I had caught him by surprise. "What did you two talk about?" He asked, and raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised that my mother came to talk to you." He mumbled softly to himself.

"We talked about several things," Christian raised an eyebrow wanting more. "We talked about us, the video, and a few more things. We talked for a few hours. She's worried about because she can't figure why you would act like in the videos. You need to tell her, Christian; what Mrs. Robison did to you."

Christian sighed softly, putting down his fork. "Ana, I know that you don't like her but you have to trust me. She helped me in ways that I couldn't even begin to understand. That's not a conversation I want to have with my mother."

"She took advantage of you. She saw how messed up you were and preyed on it. She is the reason that you don't know how to have a healthy relationship with me." The words flew out of my mouth like word vomit. "Your mother thinks that what did to me is hurt fault in a way. You need to tell her the truth. It will be helpful to you in ways that you don't even think about. At least consider it?" I was practically begging.

Christian sighs, and continues to eat his dinner. "Fine, I'll think about it," his tone is warning that I shouldn't continue on with this subject. "Now, eat your dinner, Anastasia."

My inner goddess did a small dance knowing that I had won to big battles with Christian today. Christian and I finished our meal, and I finished my plate since I knew with Christian that it was best not to eat before that. He paid for the dinner, and we headed towards the door. Christian took my hand, and I looked up at him. "I don't want to go home." I whispered softly.

Christian raised an eyebrow at me. "Where do you want to go, Ms. Steele?"

"The playroom," my voice came out in a soft whisper. I waited to see what Christian would say. "I trust you. I want you. I need you, Christian."