A/N: How the crap do I update? I'm sure there's an easier way to do it than the way I'm doing it now ): Help?! Also, I'm from the south, so if I write something that might sound kind of weird, that's why. Haha. Any help in regards to updating would be soooo much help! This is so confusing!

Chapter Two

"You look lovely," Christian stood, meeting her at the end of the stairs. His brow furrowed slightly.

"What?" I asked, mirroring his expression. I looked down at my outfit; a silvery purple, knee length dress and black strappy shoes.

"Nothing, it's just" he paused, "You might be a tad overdressed."

"Overdressed?" I looked at him. I was overdressed. Christian stood clad in a pair of jeans and a dark red tee. He sported a dark brown, leather jacket. On his feet were a pair of brown and dark red sneakers. I had never seen him look so…casual. I bit my lip gently as I continued to eye him. He looked really good. He looked great.

"Whoa," I managed, swallowing.

He smiled shyly, and my heart skips a beat, "I thought a change of pace was in order."

"Where did you get those?" I blurt out, reaching to touch the unbuttoned shirt. For once in the last several years I've known him he looked so… not billionaire.

He laughed, "I had Taylor buy them a few hours ago, at the mall."

I cocked my head. "What's your angle, Grey?"

"Angle? Mrs. Grey, you offend me. I can't just not want to drop 300 hundred dollars on wine and cheese?" He feigned a look of offense.

"No. You can't." I gave him my best I'm-not-buying-this-bullshit look.

He smiled, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "Just.. change." He's smiling.

You're still mad, Ana. Don't let this man win you over with that 1,000,000 watt smile. His gorgeous eyes, the way he looks in a pair of jeans, the way he touches you and makes you feel… I shook my head, my subconscious smirking at me.

"Yes, sir" I say and turn to go up the stairs when I feel him snake his arms around my waist.

"Good girl." He whispers, feeling my behind. Taking advantage of my hair being up, he peppers my neck with small kisses. I can't help but feel myself getting warm. I tip my head to the side, and he continues his kissing trail.

"Christian," I groan out as I feel him move his hand closer between my legs. He hitches up my dress and I groan again as I feel his warm palm touch my flaming skin.

"I love the way you moan my name," He whispers, kissing my earlobe. And just as quick as he started, he releases me, a playful smile gracing his beautiful lips.

I pout.

"As much as I hate to say it, you may want to reconsider your outfit. You might bring a little too much attention to those beautiful legs of yours, Mrs. Grey."

I smirk at him, "You say that like it's a bad thing." My inner goddess is smiling a mischievous smile.

Christian's eyes flash with jealousy, "It is." He walks over to me, stooping over and running his hand up my leg, "These are mine. This is mine," He runs a finger along my panty clad vagina, "I don't want other men to ever thing otherwise." He kisses my thigh and straightens. "Upstairs, Anastasia."

I narrow my eyes at him, and smile slowly. Without a word, I start for the stairs, swinging my hips as I go along.

Once in our bedroom, I open the closet and pull out a pair of dark wash, skinny jeans. I fish out a dark red tube top, and top it off with a dark leather jacket. I slip my feet into red suede flats and pull the pins out of my hair. I shake my brown locks out, enjoying the look of disheveled hair. I head for the stairs.

Christian looks up at me, smiling shyly, "I think I've seen that outfit before."

"What can I say? You're such an inspiration."

"Are you making fun of me, Mrs. Grey?"

"I would never, Mr. Grey."

He narrows his eyes at me, smiling provocatively. He takes me in his arms, wrapping his arms around me, "Do you know how long it's been since I've heard you scream?"

I swallow, my mouth drying. I feel a slight dampness between my legs. This time, I pull away, "I think we have places to go." I give him my most innocent smile.

He looks amused. "True, come." He holds his arm out to me.

I slip my arm around his and head towards the outside, excited to see what he has planned.

"Really?" I almost want to rub my eyes, not believing our current location.

"Why not?" He asks, smiling mischievously at me.

"Maybe because this place is completely void of anything fancier than a Fireball whiskey shot."

Christian screws his face up, "Yuck."

"Christian, why are we here?" I ask, turning to face him. A bar? This was so unlike him- about $800 under a typical date budget unlike him.

"Because," He starts, looking past my head and out of the window, "You and your friends come here. You're always so happy when you're with them." He frowns.

I feel as if he just punched me right in the chest, "I'm happy when I'm with you too, Christian."

He continues not looking at me, "I know. I believe it. But I'm also the reason you cry, and the reason why sometimes you're miserable. I want no misery tonight. Just laughs. Just fun. I want us to be like us again." He's looking at me now, his eyes soft.

My inner goddess is swooning, falling back dramatically into her chaise lounge.

I smile at him, reaching for his face and kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Come on, I think we might have company waiting." He unbuckles his seatbelt, and then mine.

Company?

We walk into the bar, stopping to get our fists stamped, and immediately, I'm overwhelmed with the smell of smoke, sweat, and desperation.

"This way," Christian says, taking my hand and walking in front of me.

"Ana!" I hear my name called and am so happy to see Kate waving at me. I hadn't seen her in nearly 2 years.

"Katherine Grey!" I yell, quickly embracing my sister in law.

"Anastasia Grey!" She holds me at arms length, scanning me.

"You look great!" We say in unison, bursting into giggles.

"Yo," Elliot says, grasping Christians hand and pulling him into a bro hug.

"You look great!" I say again to Elliot, embracing him.

"Katherine," Christian says, nodding to Kate.

"Grey." Kate says back, rolling her eyes. Christian smirks.

"Shots! Shots!" Elliot yells, punching the air above his head.

Kate and I look at each other before joining him.

5 shots and two cosmos in and I was feeling pretty good. No—I was feeling really good. Christian eyed me with an amused look on his face.

"Remember that rule about not drinking in excess?" He gently kissed my temple.

"Before you put a ring on it," I said gaily, wriggling my left hand in his face. If he was mad or not, I couldn't tell. I could only tell how warm it was in the room, and how sexy as fuck he looked in his jacket. Fuck the jacket. I began shrugging my jacket off, relishing in the feel of free shoulders. Christian's lips straightened into a hard line, and I immediately put it back on. I smiled innocently at him, touching his face and smoothing his hair out.

"—and that's really what made us choose that school. So far, I think they love it." Kate was finishing, tipping back the last of her beer. She was about three Jack Daniels shy of absolute wastedness. Elliot scowled, having only a coke.

"I think we better get going," Christian stood, grabbing his jacket.

"What?! No! You just got here and I haven't—"

Out of my side vision, I see arms snake around Christian's neck.

"What the fuck?" I say, slurring slightly.

Christian turned, alarm on his face. Immediately his eyes soften "Leila?"

"Hi!" Leila beamed at him.

"What the fuck?" I say again, louder this time.

Leila looks at me shyly, "Anastasia."

"Leila." Christian says, disbelief in his voice.

"Hi, Mr. Grey!" She smiles big at him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, his voice more curious than demanding. It was weird.

"I'm here with my husband and some friends!" She smiles.

"Husband?" I slur.

"Yes, miss Steele."

"Mrs. Grey." Christian and I say together.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Leila turns a darker shade of red.

Sure you are, bitch. My subconscious is rolling her eyes.

"I'm sorry. We just moved back to Seattle, Chandler and I. We were living in Raleigh up until maybe eight months ago. Wow! Mr. and Mrs. Grey. I'm so happy for you, Christian."

"I think you mean, MASTER." I blurt out. Immediately, I feel embarrassment creep up into my face. Did I really just…?

Christian is glaring at me, "I think it's time to go."

Without another word, I get up. "I'll see you Kate," I said, hugging her goodbye.

"We'll be in town a while longer, Ana. Call me up and we can go shopping."

"Yes, yes I will." I smile at her. I feel Christians hand sneak into the small of my back as he pushes me forward.

"I'll see you," He nods at his brother, "Bye Kate."

"Bye Mr. Grey," Leila says, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Goodbye, Leila, glad you're doing so well." Christians curtly nods at her before stepping in front of me and pulling me through the crowd.

"Christian?" I say, my voice small. He whirls around.

"MASTER?! Really? In PUBLIC, Anastasia? What's come over you?! How could you?! How DARE you?!" His rant is cut short as I hear my name being called. I turn and see Leila running towards us, her hair flying behind her.

"Anastasia!" She calls again, and slows as she gets closer.

"Leila." I acknowledge.

"Anastasia, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what happened. I was wrong. I was ill. I know it. Please, please forgive me. I'm okay now. I realize the gravity of what I had done. I'm past that now. I'm better. I'm married. Everything in my life is fine now, besides me needing your forgiveness. Please, please forgive me." She looks at me, tears brimming her eyes.

I reach out, holding her elbows, "Yes, Leila. Yes, I forgive you. It was so long ago. I know you were sick, I understand."

A look of relief rushes over her face.

"And me, I'm sorry about blurting out what I did back there. Please, I'm just a little inebriated."

I can hear Christian snort and I roll my eyes, "All is well, Leila. I wish you the best."

She smiles, "Thank you Mrs. Grey."

We smile our goodbyes and she's gone. I turn and am faced again with a furious Christian.

"Get in the car." He mutters, opening the door.

I climb in quickly. The drive home is silent, he doesn't even reach over to clasp my hand. Pulling into the driveway, he shuts off the car, opens my door, closes it behind me, and we enter the house.

"Bed," He says, pointing up the staircase, "I shall be there shortly."

I nod, feeling like a scolded child. I enter the bedroom, take off my clothes and pull on a tee shirt. I brush my teeth, not bothering to take off my makeup. I feel the alcohol envelop me like a cocoon and sooner rather than later, I fall into a deep slumber.

I wake with a jolt, sweat moistening my back. I reach over and my eyes shoot open. Christian is not in bed with me.