Oh my goodness guys I just figured out I was spelling ma'am wrong the whole time. I kept spelling it mama haha sorry! That's totally my fault so if there's a mama in the sentence it's supposed to be ma'am!

Chapter 10: Waking Up

I wake to light streaming through the curtains that was the best night sleep I've had in years. I didn't have one nightmare, it felt nice. I lay in bed and smiled to myself till I became aware of my new surroundings. I knew for sure that this was not Christian's room, the bed was smaller and the sheets were different colors. I yawn and stretch myself till I'm upright. The room was white just like the rest of the house, there was a dark wood dresser and a little table lamp. Swinging my legs out of the bed I touch my toes to the cold wooden floor, a shiver runs up my spine. Now standing I can feel the breeze on my bare chest and I look to see I am naked. I search the room for my clothes but there are none. Oh God, I pray, please, oh please, let no one catch me. I cover myself the best I can with my arm as I open the door slightly and listen. I can't hear a noise, the house is completely silent. I tiptoe as quietly down the hallway and into the family room when I hear a thought clear behind me, "Shit," I cuss to myself. Clasping a hand around my breasts I slowly turn to face a very amused Christian. I can feel the heat rise to my face, I look down fast.

"Well, Miss Steele, isn't this a lovely surprise." He chuckles walking towards me, "Not that I'm complaining but why are you nude in my living room."

"I couldn't find my bag in the room," I state with a small voice.

"I had Taylor hang your clothes in the closet,"

"Oh, I didn't check there." I feel Christians wrap his hands around my butt and he whispers in my ear.

"I'm glad you didn't, I quite like seeing you like this." Then his lips are on mine, he hoists my legs around his waist and carries my to the couch where we both say good morning in the best way we know how. My head rests on his shoulder as my breathing slows. "That was the best start to my day in a long time Miss Steele,"

"Me too, it would have been even better if I had woken up next to you." I feel Christian's body stiffen under me, "What," I look at his face worried, "did I say something to freak you out?" He looks at me with stern eyes.

"I don't sleep in the same bed with a woman, I don't do love." I can tell my face saddened as I slowly nodded, I finally came to the realization that this was leading nowhere and eventually I was the one that would get hurt. I think Christian read my face and he softly smiled, "Well, Miss Steele I hate to cut this short," he lifts me off his lap, "but I have a few phone calls to make, so make you at home, mi casa es su casa." I can't help but laugh. I watch him walk into his office when I hear my stomach growl. I decide to take a look at the kitchen and see what I can whip up; I grab a bunch of ingredients from the fridge and cabinets. I run back to my room and find my iPod. I blast my favorite song and start cooking breakfast.

Cut my life into pieces this is my last resort. Suffocation no breathing, don't give a f**** if I cut my arms bleeding.

I love Last Resort by Papa Roach; I thrash my head around as I make two omelets. When the omelets are on the plate I start making juice. If You Can't Hang by Sleeping with Sirens are on and I'm singing out loud at the top of my lungs.

I met a girl at 17 thought she meant the world to me so I gave her everything; she turned out to be a cheat. Said she been thinking for a long time and she found somebody new. I've been thinking that this whole time but never thought you'd stay but that's okay. I hope he takes your filthy heart and throws it away someday. Before you go, there's one thing you ought to know, if you can't hang then there's the door baby, if you can't hang then there's the door baby, if you can't hang then there's the door baby, if you can't hang then there's the door.

As I turn around I see Christian sitting at the bar staring at me intently. I pull my head phones out of my ears and smile awkwardly. I put his plate on the table and then the juice. "Breakfast is served." I throw my hands out dramatically and bow. This time Christian's mouth stretches into a smile and he sits down to his breakfast. We eat in silence when finally Christian looks up at me.

"Ana, why do you like such sad music?" I'm taken back by his question.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean all your music seems to be either about cutting, dying, crying, and cheating." He points his fork at me.

"I don't know when life started getting hard; it always felt like my music understood better than anyone." I smile sadly at my plate.

"Have you ever thought about seeing a therapist?"

"No, why would I pay people to listen to my life story and not help me figure it out. They just say "well how does that make you feel?" how do you think I feel, I feel like my life's a joke that God likes to laugh at." I clench my teeth together. Christian cocks his head.

"Why are you so angry at the world?" His eyebrows frown.

"I thought you don't do love, getting to know me is one step closer to love." I bite at him.

"No it's simply a dominant being concerned for his submissive." Christian's face impassive.

"Let's just say I had a boyfriend of two years who was only faithful to me for a year of the relationship. Then after that everything went to hell in a hand basket." I can see him nod.

"I feel there's more to the story but you won't share it with me."

"You haven't given me a reason to trust you enough to tell you." I state monotone.

"Then here's are chance to build trust, let's start training," he grabs my hand, "but first lets go over a few things.