"Christian," I started "we have to leave the room eventually." We had gone three for three and by the look he was giving me he, I'm sure he was more than ready to go for four.

"Mrs. Grey, I'm not sure we actually have to leave the room." He growled at the bottom of my throat.

"Christian! That tickles! Stop!" I was out of breath and trying to wriggle from under him.

"I love that sound." He moaned but rolled off of me. "What would you like to do for the rest of the night?"

"Swim!" My eyes lit up.

"The water is exceptionally warm here." He mused.

Wait he told me he's never been here. How does he know what the water is like? "How do you know that?"

"What?" I pulled him from another thought.

"How do you know that the water is exceptionally warm here? You said you've never been here." His face went blank and I could tell he was struggling to find something to say. "You have been here haven't you?" Why would he lie about something like that? Something so minute. Then it hit me. Elena. "You came with her didn't you? You came with Elena?"
"Ana-" I held up my hands and walked into the bathroom. I can't believe this. I can't believe him! "Ana just let me explain." Of course he followed me. Well I'm not speaking to him. I got into the shower and purposefully started washing myself and he just stood and watched me. I made a point not to acknowledge his presence. "Are you still mad at me?" He asked as I got out of the shower and pulled a robe around me. I started to dry and brush my hair. I'm not going to let him charm, fuck, or smooth talk his way out of this one. "Ana don't be mad at me." I walked away from him. He sat on the bed and watched me as I got dressed grabbed my phone the room key and slammed the door on my way out. That'll show him. I walk down to the concierge desk to fine Lizan because I honestly have no idea what there is to do but before I can get there he sees me.

"Mrs. Grey." He's much more formal than he was earlier and I realize it's probably due to the Christian Grey death stare.

"Hello Lizan. What is there to do around here?" I really just need to do something mindless so I don't have the think about the fight that's guaranteed when Christian shows up.

"We have very good shopping outlets as well as theatres that are fairly close but if you don't mind the drive there is a small shop about a half hour from here where you can paint pottery." He looked like he really didn't want to take me shopping. I'm sure he's spent entire days holding Alexander McQueen bags for house wives.

"I'll do the pottery." That could actually be fun and I've never done anything like that before.

"Very well then Mrs. Grey."

I listen to music on my new iPhone, Christian still insists on having a blackberry even though they're basically obsolete, so the drive goes rather quickly. The shop is in a small town that looks like it never sees any tourist action. It's quaint.

I walk into the shop and red haired wise looking woman greets me. "Hello. I'm Lilac."

"I'm Ana. How does all of this work?"

"Well you pick a piece, pick your paint, pick brushes and have at it. When you're finished I'll throw it in the quick dryer and you can take it with you."

"Sounds easy enough."

"Painting can be very therapeutic Ana. It clears your mind and makes things seem easier to deal with." I must look tense. I hate arguing with Christian but he'll have to pay for this one.

I browse the selection of pieces to paint and come across a helicopter a little bigger than my fist. My heart sinks a little. I feel like I have to get this form him. I know he's going through it right now but I need to be away from him so I can think clearly for a few hours. As if on cue my phone rang and it was him. I sighed and silenced the ringer. I can't talk to him.

I put my head phones in and got to work. Lilac was right; concentrating on something so simple was oddly therapeutic. As soon as I finished up I got a call from Mrs. Jones.
"Hello."

"Hi Mrs. Grey. I have some people here who would like to speak with you."

"Mom!"

"Hi Ted!" I loved talking to my children. It hasn't even been a full twenty four hours and I miss them already.

"Are you guys having fun? Is it nice? Mom can Amelia come over?"

"Yes we're having fun. It's beautiful. And if it's okay with her parents she can come over for dinner."

"Thanks Mom!" I can hear him running from the phone yelling Taylors name.

"Mama? Are you with Daddy? He didn't answer his phone." Phoebe sounds sad. I'm sure she misses her partner in crime.

"I'm at the store and Daddy's at the hotel. I'll be sure to tell him to call you before you go to sleep."

She sighs. "Okay. I love you mama."
"I love you more Phoebe." And the line when dead. Talking to the children made miss me Christian so I hurried and paid for the helicopter. When I walked out of the shop it was dark. Really dark. Shit! How long have I been gone? I checked my phone and it's been four hours and it'll take a half hour to get back. Fuck, he's going to be livid. I see Lizan in the car waiting.

I climb into the back with the small gift box and he looks at me through the rear view mirror. "Where to Mrs. Grey."

"The hotel." I'm short.

"Very well." He starts the car.

"And Lizan?"

"Yes?"

"Can you step on it? I'm in a hurry. I didn't realize I'd been out so long."

"Very well." When he pulls away from the curb he really steps on it. I'm thrown into the back of my seat.

When I walk into the hotel room Christian is sitting on the bed, his head in his hands, surrounded by some men who are obviously police and others in suits. "What's going on?" When I spoke they all looked at me.

"Ana!" Christian jumped up. "Thank God you're okay." He hugs me and I'm confused. I look at the men still standing by the bed.

"Who are they? What going on?"

"They're from the Embassy. They're hotel security and they are police." He motions to different uniformed men.

"The United States Embassy? Why is the Embassy here? Are we being deported?"

Christian looks at me like the answer is painfully obviously. "Ana, you've been gone for hours. You weren't in the hotel and you weren't answering your phone-"

"Neither were you. Phoebe called me."

"Ana I thought something had happened to you." He looked like he'd aged fifteen years since this afternoon.

"I'm fine." All the authorities filed out of the room and Christian muttered his thanks and apologies. When the last police officer was out of the room and the door closed worried Fifty disappeared.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" He hissed at me. I set the box with his present in it on a lamp table. I worked hard on that and I wasn't going to have him breaking it. "Shopping?" His voice got higher. "You disappeared for hours and didn't answer your phone all day so you could go shopping?"

"I don't want to argue with you. That's the whole reason I left in the first place."

"You cannot tell me you think that stunt you just pulled is acceptable. If I we're to-"

"No I don't. I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was gone for so long. I got distracted." My apology caught him off guard but he wasn't relenting.

"By what I might ask?" He snapped. I picked up the gift box that Lilac wrapped with a green bow and handed it to him. "What's this?" I shrugged and even though he was mad at me I couldn't help but smile.

He sighs and pulls the bow open. When he sees what's inside his eyes soften. "Did you do this?" He looked up at me briefly.

"I just painted it."

"Thank you." He murmured.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked quietly.

"I don't think I can be. Not after you give me this." He smiled sweetly. "Are you still angry with me?"

"A little." He moaned and I held up my hand. "I'm not mad that you came here with her. I'm just upset that you lied to me about it."

"Ana, I just wanted you to have the vacation that you wanted. I didn't want my trip with Elena years ago, to deter you from coming here if it was what you wanted." I frowned. He's right. If he would have told me I wouldn't have come here.

"Okay. You're forgiven." I smiled up at him and he kisses me lightly on the lips.

"You've proven to be very handy Mrs. Grey." He eyed the helicopter.

"Turn it over." He flipped it over and revealed Charlie Tango written in silver script. He shook his head with what I thought was awe. "Come." He grabbed my wrist. "We're going to dinner."