Long time no stories! I can't tell you how sorry I am. So there's a reason I haven't written in a while. I recently moved, so I have been adjusting to my new surroundings. I promise to try and update when I can.

Chapter 6: Patience is A Virtue

I lay on my bed staring at my phone; staring at his contact. It's been two days since the dinner, meaning it's been two days since Christian Grey, the Christian Grey, gave me his number. I can't tell how long I've stared at the number, should I call? No! My subconscious screams at me. He can't truly be into you! But he said that he wanted and I quote "To do bad things to me." Yes! You see your just a game to him, he doesn't really like you, he lusts you. Wow, my subconscious is being a real bitch today. Well I don't want a relationship anyway! So you just want to be a whore, and screw the hottest bachelor slash billionaire. Hey! I never said I'd screw him. Well that's all he wants, so if you call you better be willing to put out. Just face it, no guys really ever like you. Take Evan for example did he like you? No, he made you think he liked you, so he could get you out of your pants and it worked. Then he and his "love" were gone. SHUT UP! I hate thinking about Evan; he was my boyfriend back in Texas, the other reason I left, besides from the obvious reason. What if Christian's different? Oh please, don't be one of those girls; even if he were "different" how long do you really think this relationship would last, your still in high school. He is not, so you think he's going to everything on the line for you, of all people. I know you because I am you, your nothing special.

It's true and it made me sad, I slowly walked to my bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I looked in the mirror. I started stripping away my clothes and glasses, I lifted my arm. I traced my fingers over the light scares, and I do the same to my thighs. It's been awhile since I last cut. I did it all the time in Texas, it was the only way I could find some sort of peace, but I swore that I wanted to change my life for the better. So, when my life actually started changing for the better, like when I met Kate, I stopped cutting. I look at my cuts as battle scars, but it's like any addiction. I crave it every day. Deciding to take a shower, I turn the water on. Once warm, I step into the shower, letting the water stream over me. The warmth is nice; grabbing the shampoo I gently massaged it into my scalp. Pretending that they were Christian's hands. When I was done with that I repeated the process with the body wash. I massaged my breast, stomach, and my thighs. I imagined Christian doing this and I felt a heat pool between my thighs, I was aching for release. I allowed my hands to wonder, and I soon found my release. Still imagining those grey eyes, I got out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around my body, I returned to my room. I changed into my sweats and T-shirt. I put my hair in a bun and put my glasses on my face. Grabbing my phone, I decided to call his number. The phone started to ring and I grew very anxious. After the fourth ring he answered.

"Grey." His voice was sharp and cold. He was obviously annoyed. I tried to speak but I couldn't get the words past my lips. "Hello?" He spoke again, with a certain edge in his voice.

"Hello," I spoke quietly then I clearing my throat I started over, "Hello, Mr. Grey. This is Ana Steele."

"Ah, Miss Steele, I was wondering when you call." This made me gasp. "So what can I do for you?" I could hear his voice soften.

"Well um, I don't even know. I just wanted to know if you, er, wanted to go," I couldn't believe I was about to ask a man on a date, "on a date?" He chuckled.

"I don't date, Anastasia."

"Oh," that was all I could mange, I was wrong. He didn't want me, I was such a fool, told you so, my subconscious sneered. "I'm sorry; I guess I got the wrong impression Friday. I'm so sorry to bother you."

"Not quite," Christian said, "I have a lot I want to talk to you about."

"Like what?"

"Things I would rather say in person, when is the next time I can see you?"

"Well I'm free Friday; I could come home after school," I would just tell my dad I was going to Kate's. I don't think my dad would be quite okay with it if he knew it was Christian. Plus that means I would miss seeing mom and husband number three, what a shame. I said to myself sarcastically.

"Great, be at my place at 7 sharp." He sounded pleased. "Oh and please don't be late Miss Steele, I hate tardiness."

"I don't know your address." He chuckled and told me to get a piece of paper.

"I will see you Friday,"

"Goodbye, Christian."

"Goodbye, Anastasia." With that he ended the phone call, I didn't know how this would end but somehow I knew it would end badly. The question was, was it worth it?