I received a few very mean and hateful reviews. I never proclaimed to be a great writer and I truly do welcome every review but enough is enough. If you don't like my story for any reason, STOP FUCKING READING IT. How fucked up do you have to be to read a story only to bash it. Unfortunately I have no idea who the piece of shit it because they leave their reviews as a guest. So I want to personally tell you to FUCK OFF. IF YOU WERE PAYING ATTENTION ANA AND KATE AREN'T AS CLOSE AS BEFORE BUT THEY'RE ON SPEAKING TERMS. So if you could get a life, that'll be great.

Apov

As I lay in Christian arms I feel at peace and unsettled. We've done nothing but talked and so far we've come to the conclusion that I have ever right to feel the way I feel towards Mia and Elliot. Not only did they scare me off, they never told Christian why I left; they made it seem as if it was my choice to leave him, when that is far from the truth. Christian doesn't understand why I've mended fences with Kate and refuse flat out to even talk to Mia. It's simple, Kate reached out to me when she chased me around a hotel six mouths pregnant, granted she should have reached out a long time ago. I will always think she should have said something that night, but I can understand her reason for keeping quiet. She stood by Elliott, who stood up for his brother. So yes, Kate and I talk on the phone, but don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I won't jump back into my old life like nothing happened. Christian doesn't understand my resistance but he's willing to stand by me no matter what. If I'm honest, I hate him for going back to Ashley. I know they weren't in a real relationship, but they were having sex with each other. I'm glad he told me the truth about the two of them, but it still hurts.

I look at the clock and see that it's almost seven o'clock in the morning. I decide to unwrap myself from Christian and head into the shower. As the warm water washes over me, my mind wonders if I let down my defense to soon. I've built a wall around myself over the years and I feel it crumbling. Part of me is frantic to built it as fast as possible, and the other part wants to build it around Christian and I. I know this is impossible; I could never keep him from his family and I wouldn't want to.

I feel strong hands wrap around my torso; caressing me and sending shivers down my spine. I turn around and come face to face with Christian.

"Don't even think about it. I'm exhausted thanks to you and I have to be at work in a hour." He places kisses on my shoulder and runs his hands over my backside.

"Well, Taylor will be here in twenty minutes to take me to the airport and since I won't be back until Friday..." he trails off but I know exactly what he's trying to say.

"Save it. You still have to talk to Ashley remember." I refuse to have sex with Christian why Ashley is under the impression that he is hers.

"Alright, alright. Can I at least have a kiss good morning?" I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close before I kiss him passionately.

Ten minutes later we're both showered and halfway dressed. I almost don't want Christian to go, but it's unrealistic to think he would stay here when he has a empire to run. I guess I'll just go back to my life of solitude. I let out a heavy sigh that doesn't go unnoticed by Christian.

"What's wrong?"

"I kind of don't want you to leave." He buttons his shirt and makes his way over to me.

"Ana, you've just went two years without seeing me, surely you can go three days." I begin to giggle, he does have a point.

"I guess you're right." I put my earrings in and search for my watch.

"Ana, are you sure nothing else is wrong?" I stop what I'm doing and debate weather I should voice my true concerns.

"I feel like the minute you get back to Seattle something is going to find its way to come in between us." He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.

"Ana, do you think I will let anything come in between us? After years of our constant back and forth, I have you and absolutely nothing will change that. If you're not ready to be bothered with certain people in Seattle, fine. But I meant it when I said I'll come every weekend, because I love you. So don't think the worst, I just want to make you happy." I know what you're thinking, your wondering why should I believe him? God knows he's played with my heart for years and slept with anything moving in the process. But none of that matters, I can tell by the look of determination he has in his eye that he means every word. It's the look he had whenever he use to talk about starting his own company, feeding the less fortunate and playing a part in saving the world. I'll crawl through the pits of hell for that look, only because I know he'll pull me out.

"I love you to." He smiles his always pleasant smile before giving me a gentle kiss. "So, you promise you'll be back Friday?"

"Yes, but I won't tell you what time." I raise my eyebrow.

"Why not?"

"Because I want to surprise you."

"Or maybe you're not really coming back." I say jokingly and put on my high heels on one at a time.

"Stick out your wrist." I stick out my wrist curious to see what he might do to it. He takes his white gold Rolex watch off the night stand and places it around my wrist. It's so big it almost falls off. "My mom and dad gave me this watch when I started GEH, they were so proud of me and the wanted to get me something I could keep and cherish. I rarely ever take it off, so if you have it then I'll have to come back." Awwww is it me or is Christian extra sappy this morning.

"Christian, you don't have to." I open my mouth to protest but he's not having any of it.

"Don't even try to give it back, I'll get it from you Friday." After a few kisses, we're out the door.

The drive to my job is quick and uneventful. Taylor is following us since Christian insisted that he rides with me to spend a few more minutes together. As I pull into my usual parking space outside the school, I notice a few teachers standing in front talking amongst themselves. Christian's out the car and opening my door before I fully turn the car off. I laugh loudly.

I'm not quite sure what caught the other teachers attention but I watch as the all look in awe at the greek god that is Christian Grey. Honestly they look at him as if he's their saving grace, my annoyance grows when I see them coming towards us.

"Good morning Miss. Steele." Lisa Matthews voice only adds fuel to my annoyance.

"Good morning." I don't smile and I turn my attention back to Christian hoping they will get the hint that I don't want to be bothered, sadly they don't.

"So Anastasia, who is your friend?" She flutter her lashes, I roll my eyes at her desperate attempts to get Christian attention.

"This is my boyfriend." She doesn't need to know his name, all she needs to know is that he's mine.

"Oh, well it was nice to meet you." She extends her hand to Christian, he shakes it and she turns on her heels and heads into the school. I'm not sure what just happened, since Lisa is anything but a friend of mine. She has tried many times to get me to come out of my hard demeanor of a shell and failed. So I'm not buying her passive aggressive act for a minute. Christian seems to be amused by the whole thing.

"And what exactly are you laughing at, Mr. Grey?" He's biting his lip to hold back his laughter.

"It's just funny to see you so territorial." He looks as if he could double over in laughter.

"I just get tired of women gawking at you." Taylor beeps the horn and I know our time together is over. He gives me a kiss before he runs off to head to the airport. I stand looking at the car disappear from my site. I misses him already, as I walk into the school I look down at my reminder that he'll be back.

Cpov

After a five hour flight I want nothing more then to climb into my bed and rest. Sadly that is nearly impossible with the workload I have to deal with. I can't complain too much since I brought it on myself. I don't regret flying to Savannah for a second. Ana and I cleared the air between us. She voiced her concerns and I did my best to reassure her that she has nothing to be worried about. So as it is, Anastasia Steele is mine, truly and utterly mine. I wish we could be together in the same state but thanks to my siblings, I'm not sure that will change any time soon. I know I'll have to talk to them but I'm in no rush. As Taylor and I exit the elevator and make our way through the double doors of the foyer, I notice Ashley. She's curled up on the couch reading something from a folder. I almost forgot about her, nonetheless I still have to tell her this thing we have going on is over.

As I get closer to the couch she looks up and smiles before making her way over to me. I know this is going to be hard, but it needs to be done.

"Hey, where have you been. I was getting so worried."

"I had to fly out of town for something important." I can see her inching closer to me so I put some distance between us."Ashley, we need to talk." She takes her seat back on the couch, watching me with knowing eyes. "Whatever this is between us, has to stop." She just looks at me. I'm not sure if she doesn't know what to do or say. "Ashley, say something."

"Why are you doing this? I thought what we had was special."

"Ashley, all we have is sex, I want something more then that."

"You could have something more with me." I watch as she goes from frantic to completely calm. "Is this about Ana?"

"No, this is about what I want."

"Oh, and I guess what you want is to be with Ana? She ups and leaves why you were practically fighting for your life and you welcome her back with open arms?" Her voice is filled with some unknown emotion.

"Ashley, I never meant to hurt you."

"Well you have a funny way of showing it. I thought that maybe if I was at your beck and call, you'll see that I'm the one who truly cared about you. But no, after two years nothings changed."

I watch as she gathers her things and heads to the elevator. I feel bad but what did she expect to happen? I told Ashley I didn't want a relationship, she said she didn't either. But the more we had sex I started to see that she obviously still had feelings for me. I've tried many times to call off our arrangement, but she insisted that she didn't want more. I should have known better.

I head to my study in attempts to tackle the files of papers Andrea dropped off this morning. It isn't as many as I thought. I turn on my computer and check some emails. It's the same mundane contracts that needs my attention. As my eyes scan the screen in front of me, I hear my phone vibrate in the distant. Not paying attention I answer it in my usual clipped tone.

"Grey."

"Christian, don't hang up." Elliot voice practically screams through the phone.

"Elliot, I'm in no mood to talk to you."

"Christian please, I'm sorry. We honestly thought we were doing what was best for you." I end the call, not giving him the chance to say anything else that might piss me off. I couldn't care less about what Elliot or Mia thought was best, I love Ana and that's all that should have mattered. Now we have two years to make up for, and I'll enjoy every minute of it.

Ashley pov

As I leave Escala, the tight grip I have on my cool demeanor slowly starts to slip. Luckily for me, I don't turn into a blubbering mess until I'm in the private confines of my own car. Slowly but surely I'm reduced to a mess of tears. I fucking knew it! The moment I seen Ana in the mile high club, I knew she would be a road block on my road to happiness. I want Christian and I will have him. I thought the more we were intimate, the stronger our bond will grow, I was highly mistaken. I wipe away my tears. I have nothing to cry about, if little miss perfect comes back to Seattle, I'll make sure she'll know how unwanted she truly is.