Hola guys, so the chapter's coming on time today. Someone commented that it was legal at the age of 16 to have sexual relations with a 23 year old. I don't want to be rude but in certain states it's 17 in others its 18, but nowhere is it 16, not to my knowledge anyway. Unless we are talking other countries if that's the case, I have no idea the age. I just want to make sure you guys understand that if you're underage don't do ANYTHING illegal haha. In no way am I condoning that, thanks for reading and commenting, back to the story.

Chapter 7: More Experienced

I'm literally freaking out. Packing my bag for my weekend with Christian, and I have no idea what to bring. One thing's for sure, I'm so thankful I bought two new bras and panties for school. I'm wearing my favorite matching set right now, its pale blue lace. In the middle of the bra there's a little silver bow. You can dress it up anyway you like; it doesn't make it any better. Ignoring the voice in my head I keep packing. I went home after school to get ready, getting all the necessary things for the stay. I also want to dress myself up a little. I have a couple hours till I have to leave; I decide to make my dad dinner. Ray is currently picking up mom and her husband at the airport. Searching the cabinets, I grab the pasta and spaghetti sauce. It's a simple meal, but Ray likes it. I'm nervous, their flight came in early. So much for avoiding them, I would be happy to see my mom. It's just he is a part of the package now; I don't blame my mom for what happened. The funny thing is that if I were to tell my mom what he did, she would leave him. I don't want to do that to her though because she would blame herself, and sadly he makes her happy. I can't tell Ray either because he would kill husband number three. Not that that would bother me. I hear the door unlock behind me as I pour the sauce over the pasta. "Honey," My mom calls to me from across the room, running to tackle me in a hug.

"Mommy," I laugh giving her a little squeeze.

"Aw, my baby," she whispers in my ear, "How I've missed you."

"I missed you too, mom." It feels good to hold her again, I smell Chanel Number 5. That was her favorite perfume.

"I hear I won't be able to see you for long," She frowns.

"Yeah, I promised to go over to Kate's before I knew you guys decided to come." I shrug, chancing a glance over at him. He stands near Ray, he's tall and built. He is really quite attractive for an older man, but I know him and his actions make him ugly to me. I give him a weak smile, feeling sick.

"Ana," he gives me a twisted smile, "How have you been?" His hazel eyes narrowing, I notice the scar on his eyebrow.

"Fine, thank you." I look to Ray than to my mom, "I sadly I got to go." I grab my bag off the chair. "I will see you Sunday, I'll drive you too the airport. Okay?" My mom nods giving me one last hug.

"I love you,"

"I love you too, mom," I close the door saying my goodbyes. When I'm in my car, I start hyper ventilating. The memories start coming back; I look in the glove box. There I find a cloth with a hidden blade inside. I've been doing so well then he comes around and ruins it. I drag the blade across my wrist, watching as the blood leaks out. I feel instant relief, my breathing starts to slow and I pick up the blood stained cloth. I wipe away the extra blood that smears down my hand. When I know the blood has stopped flowing, I drive to Christian's house.

Getting out of the car I enter the building. I go to the pent house like he told me too. My heart starts pounding; I drag my fingers through my hair and fix my t-shirt. I imagined that I would be wearing an amazing dress but Ray would have been too suspicious. Instead I wore my favorite pair of jeans; they hug me in all the right ways and my favorite gray t-shirt. The elevator door finally opened revealing an older man. "Miss Steele, Mr. Grey is waiting for you in the living room. May I take your bag?"

"Um, yes," I replay waiting for his name.

"Taylor mama," He says grabbing my bag.

"Thank you, Taylor." With that I leave him behind, this place is amazing. It needs more color though, it's so white. Walking into what I would assume to be the living room; I am met with an ever so handsome Mr. Grey. I am taken back by his beauty, his gray t-shirt; that accents his glorious muscles. I hear a chuckle and I'm brought out of my daze.

"Miss Steele, see something you like?" I nod at him slowly, bighting my lip. I know it turns him on when I do that. His eyes darken with lust and my breathing once again picks up. This man has got me panting without a single touch. "Miss Steele we still have so much to discuss, and if you keep biting that lip we won't get anything done."

"That's okay with me," That made him chuckle again.

"Always so eager, I like it." He winks at me, he reaches for my hand. When his fingers lock around mine I feel a spark of electricity. I could tell he felt it too because he stilled for a second before leading me to the dinner table. I am stunned to see Chicken Alfredo, bread, and a salad set on the table. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Um, a coke is fine," I smile taking off my jacket and placing it on the back of the chair. "Thank you."

"I forgot you aren't allowed to drink any alcoholic beverages," He disappears into the kitchen and returns with a can of coke. "It's quite strange to be with someone as young as yourself. I am going to have a glass of wine if you don't mind." He says while pouring the white wine into a crystal glass. Truthfully I did mind, I don't like alcohol. I can't stand the smell or the way it changes people, but who am I to tell a grown man not to drink. "Anastasia, before we start, I am going to need you to sign this." He hands me a pen and an NDA.

"Why do you want me to sign this?" I question staring at the paper. As if I would really tell someone about us, that would not only be ruing his reputation but mine.

"It's to insure you don't tell anyone about us, not even Katherine." I laugh, yes I and Kate are close but I'm not stupid. Clicking the pen open, I sign my name on the signature line.

"Are you sure you want to do that without reading it?"

"What you fail to understand is that I would not speak of this to anyone anyway. I value my privacy and I know that if this were to get out this would not only ruin you but me as well." I hand him his NDA back.

"Fair point, well made," Christian takes a sip of whine before he tells me to dig in. Dinner passes by smoothly, nice conversations, and plus the food was delicious. "I am so glad you agreed to dinner tonight, Anastasia."

"Really, Christian," I say grimacing, "Call me, Ana."

"Alright, Ana," Christian leads me to the couch, "but I need you to know that my life is not for the innocent. My world is dark and kinky." I stare wide eyed at him. "If you agree to what I am offering," He looks at me sternly, "just know that you are not forced to stay here, if it becomes too much, you are welcomed to leave."

"Um, Christian," I give an awkward laugh, "I've had sex before, and plus I'm a teenager. I've probably heard worse than what you're about to tell me." Christian grins taking my hand.

"Let me show you my playroom," What, I think Christian can see the confusion on my face.

"You want to play with your Xbox, now?"

"No, Miss Steele," He lets out a small chuckle, "No Xbox," He takes out a key from his pocket. "I want to warn you before you see this,"

"Just open the damn door," When I stepped inside, what I saw defiantly wasn't a place where you play Xbox.