*Hey guys! I know I haven't been around for a few weeks, I am a full time college student, along with full time wife and mother. I had finals, then my Husband and almost 2-year-old son got sick. Anyway, Now that the world is back into normal rotation, I am back! So, Enjoy this chapter! *

APOV:

I am very warm. That was my first thought when my eyes opened. I looked across my room to my alarm clock, which I had placed on my dresser across from my bed. 6:45 it read. I didn't need to be up for another 45 minutes. I sighed deeply, then remember why I was so warm. I had the body of a very tall and handsome man pressed up against me. His legs and arms were engulfing me. I was warm-too warm. Only, I didn't care. I enjoyed being covered in Christian Grey. It felt nice. I studied his face. His lines were gone. Normally he has a few lines on his face that make him look older than 28. But here, now, he looks peaceful. He looks like a child. I had one arm wrapped around him, and I started to run my hand up and town his back. His body tensed a little, but once he took a deep breath, he relaxed completely. Strange….

He was handsome. He was funny. He was charming. But I could see the hurt that hid behind his eyes every time he looked at me. Like he was hiding something. Only, it looked more as though this man, this wonderful man, had been hurt before. I could feel my blood boil, just thinking of my Christian being hurt. I never felt like this before. In fact, I had always been scared of men. I don't know what it was about Christian that made me forget…

*TRIGGER WARNING!*

When I was 15 years old, my mother married Andrew. He seemed nice enough. He was handsome in his own right. Owned a small car shop just outside of town. He seemed to love my mother, and she seemed happy too. So, I gave her my blessing to be happy, and get married. However, once we started living with him everything seemed to change. He got me a cell phone, which he demanded to check every night before I went to bed. He did the same with my mom. She brushed it off. But then it got worse. Suddenly I wasn't allowed to be with my friends. I couldn't go anywhere unless he came with us. I had no freedom. Even at school, no one talked to me because I lived with the man who controlled his family. But that wasn't the end of it. When I was 16, Mark Smeaton asked me to the homecoming dance. I was thrilled. My mom even said how happy she was for me, and agreed to take me dress shopping. That night, I was in my room reading for a homework assignment, when Andrew walked in. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was angry. Only, I didn't know what I did wrong. I was a straight A student. I always listened to him, I never went out of my way to anger him. I just didn't understand. After a few words were exchanged, the unthinkable happened. He told me that he was going to show me what Mark really wanted. That night…he raped me. He continued his assault until my best friend, Sarah, saw the bruises on my arms. It had been 2 years. I was 17 when I finally got away. The day my father picked me up from school, I almost fainted with joy. He brought me back to Seattle and I never looked back. I haven't heard from my mother or Andrew in almost 7 years. I was glad, too.

My thoughts were pulled away from me as Christian moved beside me. His eyes fluttered open, his grey looking into my blue. He smiled a little.

"Good morning, Miss. Steele." He said groggily. He was so handsome when he just woke up.

"Mr. Grey." I nodded before giggling a little.

"How long have you been awake?" He looked at the clock and groaned, putting his head back down onto my pillow.

"Only a few minutes." I smiled. "You are quite beautiful in your sleep. You look so peaceful, almost like all your worries are thrown aside."

"Well, when I am with you, I don't think about what bothers me. You have some kind of hold over me, Anastasia. That is for sure." He nuzzled into my hair.

"Well, I do enjoy holding you." I smirked. I had yet to be kissed by him, and yet, here I am, lying in bed with this man who just may be the death of me.

"What are you thinking about?" He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair.

"I am thinking about…how you have yet to kiss me." I looked down, slightly embarrassed.

"Ana… I do plan on kissing you. Just when the moment is right. This, falling for people, is new to me. I want to treat you the way you should be treated. Do not stress about a kiss. I will kiss you." He pushed his nose against mine.

"Falling for me?" I asked in a whisper.

"Head over heels."

Work, work and more work. But not good work. Once again, it was just stupid tasks. Fax this, copy that. I swear, one more week of this and I was quitting. I am sure that Christian can help me find another job. Who knows. Speaking of…

To: Ana Steele

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Dinner….

Message:

My dearest, Ana. Please wear a knock out dress this evening. I am asking for the pleasure of your company tonight. If it would please you, I would like to collect you at 7:00pm. Is that alright?

Christian Grey; CEO GEH.

I giggled loudly. So proper.

To: Christian Grey

From: Ana Steele

Subject: Oh yes, please…

I can't wait, Mr. Grey.

Ana Steele; Personal Assistant to Jack Hyde; SIP

I closed out my email and took a deep breath with a smile on my face.

"Miss. Steele?" I looked up to see Hyde looking at me. He had this look on his face that caused a shiver to run down my spine.

"Yes, Mr. Hyde?" I kept my smile on my face, only it was forced now. He looked me up and down and licked his lips a little.

"I need you to stay late tonight, if you don't mind. I have a manuscript that I would like your opinion on." I held back a groan as I looked down for a second.

"Sir, I am not sure I am qualified yet to look at a manuscript and give correct input. I also have plans this evening and I can't really cancel." I chewed on my lower lip. I watched as his eyes grew dark. The slight smirk on his lips downed into a frown.

"Well, if that is how it is going to be, then so be it." He growled and left my office.

I have to say, I could feel that something bad was going to happen. I just didn't know what…

I packed up my purse, slipped my jacket on and started to walk outside.

"Ana, I want you here at 7 am sharp tomorrow." I head Jack growl from his office. I didn't turn around. I just nodded slowly before walking out just a bit faster than I ever had before.

I didn't know what was up with him. Not something good, that was for sure. I needed to get out of this office, and fast. Once I reached outside I took a deep breath. It felt good to be out and away from Jack. However, my peace would not last. Just as I was about to cross the street to my car I felt a hand pull me back from the cross walk.

"Anastasia" I heard a familiar voice call out. I turned around and pulled my hand from the bitch's hand.

"Elena" I shot back. What the hell could this woman want? "Can I help you?" I looked back at my car. "I need to get home."

"Listen. I don't mean to scare you. Christian is not the man for you." I scoffed. "I am just trying to warn you. Woman to woman. He has… issues in his past that I don't believe that you can handle. He needs a more mature, and more experienced woman at his side. I am afraid that you are not that."

"Oh, and you are?" She nodded in response. I bit my lip for a second before responding. "Look, Elena. I don't know you, but I have seen the way Christian looks at you, and he always looks angry. You create some form of hate in his body that I would rather not see. I may not be as experienced as you, but I can assure you that no matter what past he has, I can handle it. I will be sure to tell Christian about this little meeting. I am sure he will not be pleased about it." I glared. No one was going to tell me anything about Christian, and expect me to run away. Nothing could scare me away. Before she could say anything else, I left. Getting into my car, and leaving the blonde bimbo on the side of the road.

"Ana? Christian is here" Kate called from the living room. I smiled to myself as I pushed the lip gloss across my bottom lip. Placing the tube on the counter I gave myself one last look over, this green dress looked lovely on me. My brown hair fell in waves across my chest, and my make-up was simple. I looked beautiful, at least to me I did. I stepped out of the bathroom, walking down the hall where I was greeted with a beautiful sight. He always wore suits, but tonight he looked more amazing than ever. His hair was tousled a little, and his face a bit flushed. He looked up at me as I entered the living room. A smile formed on his lips.

"Anastasia." He smirked. "You look beautiful." He pulled me into him and kissed my cheek.

"Thanks, I tried." I shrugged with a blush playing on my ivory cheeks. "You don't look half bad yourself." I rubbed his arm. Still not wanting to touch his chest. He hasn't explained why he doesn't like being touched there, and I wasn't going to push the issue.

"Shall we go? We have reservations." He smiled. I nodded.

"Don't stay out too late, love birds!" Kate called. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, mom!" Christian and I laughed as we exited the small apartment.

"Kate is…. Interesting." Christian smiled as we got into the elevator.

"Yeah, she was there for me when no one else was. We have been through a lot together." I smiled back at him.

"Well, I hope to go through a lot with you too. Not all bad things, but wonderful, romantic things." He grabbed my small hand, placing it in his.

"Me too, Christian. Me too."

"Welcome to Canlis!" The blonde hostess smirked at Christian. I pulled myself closer to his side.

"We have a reservation for Grey." Christian said flatly. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Yes, right this way Mr. and Mrs. Grey." The hostess looked defeated. I smirked….wait… Did she just call me 'Mrs. Grey'? I blushed, and felt butterflies in my stomach begin to form. My heart jumped a little. I liked being called that. Oh god, this may be moving way to fast. What if he didn't like it? Well, if he didn't like it he would have corrected the hostess. Besides, he has this content smirk on his face right now anyway. They sat us down in the back, right by a large window that gave me the perfect view of the city.

"Laura will be your waitress for this evening." She sighed and walked away.

"So, Mrs. Grey. What wine would you like this evening?" A laughed played on his lips.

"Mrs. Grey, huh?" I laughed too. "I don't know, Husband. You pick." I looked down at my menu. I almost choked when I saw the prices of the food.

"Don't worry about the prices, wife." He smirked. "This meal will not even put a speck in my bank account. Actually, how would you feel if I ordered for you? I have been here a few times, and I think I know what you would enjoy."

"Actually, I will agree to that. Looking at this menu is giving me a headache already." I laughed. Before we could say anything else, an older woman made her way to our table. Placing two water glass in front of us.

"Hello, my name is Laura. Can I start you out with our wine list?" She looked at Christian with a smile, as if her sole purpose on this earth was to please him.

"No, actually, my wife and I would like a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. 2012, please. And for dinner my wife will have the lamb, rare, with mint sauce, but bring it on the side. I would like the Wagyu, with the New York Strip, Medium rare. Can we also get the truffle fries, and for desert we will split a crème brulee." He handed our menus to the waitress who nodded, and walked off.

"Your wife, huh? Are we still playing this game then?" I bit my lip to hold back my smile.

"I think it will be fun, don't you? Besides, you make a beautiful wife." That's it. That did it. Not only was my face as red as a tomato. But I was also at a loss for words. Thankfully the waitress returned with our wine. She poured us each a class, and left the bottle at the table in a bucket of ice. Christian took sip and smiled at me. I followed suit.

"Wow… That is some tasty wine." I laughed. Thankful that I gathered my ability to speak again.

"So, Ana. How was your day today?" Christian making small talk was adorable.

"It was… Work. I guess. Jack was… something else today. He made me feeling gross almost. He didn't do anything to me. It was just the way he looked at me. On top of that I ran into blonde bitch." I rolled my eyes and drank more wine. Christian looked pained almost.

"You saw Elena?" He bit his lip a little.

I nodded. "She came up to me as I left. She told me that I wasn't good enough for you, and that I would never understand your past. Whatever that means." I sighed. "I then told her that I would be telling her about that meeting, and that you wouldn't like it very much." Christian's eyes fell. I took his hand. "Hey, look at me." He looked up. "You matter so much to me. She isn't going to make me run away. Neither is your past. Your past is the past. It shouldn't matter, when the man in front of me is the man I want to be with. Your past does not define you. Mine does not define me, so I won't let yours come in the way of us. I won't ask you to tell me everything, as I know you will tell me it all when you are ready, just like I hope you will not pressure me to tell you everything until I am ready." I smiled. Christian had a small smile on his face too.

"You are something else Anastasia. Something else indeed. Don't let what Elena tells you upset you. The tramp isn't worth it. However…" He pulled out his phone, pressed a number, and put the phone to his ear. "Taylor, I need you to get someone watching Elena, 24/7. I cannot have her bothering Miss. Steele at work again." He hung up the phone and smiled. "There. No more Elena talk this evening. Tonight is about us…"

The dinner was wonderful. Christian and I talked about almost everything. He told me how close he was to his little sister Mia, and how she was dying to meet me. I even landed an invite to the Grey's family dinner next Sunday. I am not sure if I was excited or scared. I told Christian more about my father, Ray. Christian was proud that I had such a wonderful father in my life, since all he knew of my mother was that she wasn't around.

We left a sizeable tip on the table as we left. Getting into the car that Taylor had waiting, Christian pulled me onto his lap, nuzzling his face into my hair.

"I am falling for you, Christian…" I whispered.

"I know, baby. Me too." He said against my neck.

We pulled up outside of my apartment. He walked me to the front entrance, rain falling down all around us.

"Will you stay tonight?" I asked, almost desperately.

"I wish I could, baby. But I have a very early morning. Tomorrow night I will be here. Then this weekend I want you to come stay with me…" He smiled. I nodded.

His hand laid on my cheek, the rain falling behind him. I didn't want this night to end. It couldn't end, it was too amazing. I bit my lip, looked down then back up. "Kiss me." I whispered.

Just as the words left my mouth, his lips were on mine… giving me the kiss you read about in stories. The ones that you never thought would ever happen. Yet, it was happening. It was happening to me. That's it… I love this man….

*CHAPTER 6 IS DONE! Lord that took me a while! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it! Remember to review! Speaking of reviews. I had someone ask what I meant by unintentional cheating. I cannot say all of it, as it would give away some of the plot, but that would be when the other member of the couple sees their S.O. in a compromising position, but that person did not put themselves there willingly (THINK BRUSE ALMIGHTLY). I hope that clears stuff up! REMEMBER TO REVIEW.*