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CPOV

Its the day after I left Ana stranded on the cold streets of Tacoma. I haven't been able to sleep, or eat, or work. The best I was able to do today was shower. I feel so many emotions that are so god damn foreign to me and I had to call Flynn for an emergency session because I was convinced I would go insane. I wanted to bang my head against a wall because it was all too much. I've never felt so many emotions so intensely. Flynn was able to talk me off of the ledge with his psychobabblebullshit temporarily, but now I feel like my crazy is coming back.

My heart and chest feel tight. I feel like I can barely breathe. I let her go. I let her believe that I didn't want her. But what it for the best? Did I do the right thing? Fuck! I don't know!

I think back to the kiss. I seriously kissed a woman without a contract. Un fucking believable, Grey. If I told Elliot he wouldn't believe me. Or he'd say I was whipped. But I don't care. It was the most unbelievable kiss I've ever had. Hands down. No one even compares to her. I let out a stifled moan when I think about her mouth, her lips, her tongue. Damnit!

I sit back at my desk in my study as I've been pacing for probably a good hour now. I look at the time and it reads just past 11:30 at night. I sigh and lean back in my chair and take a small sip of my whiskey. I look out the window at the rain gently beginning to fall. I wonder what she's doing. I wonder if she is thinking about me. I hang my head low thinking about how badly I hurt her yesterday. That wasn't my intention. My subconscious was screaming at me, screaming things that I've been trying to ignore, and I couldn't ignore it anymore. All I can hope is that she finds some sort of happiness, although the thought of that pains me deeply. I want to be the one to make her happy, but there's no way that I can have a regular relationship and actually commit to her completely. Or can I?

My phone rings and I tear my eyes away from the window. I look down to see Andrea's name across the screen. Usually I would be annoyed if she were to call me this late for work, but I gladly accept the distraction from my mind battling my heart back and forth.

"Grey"

"Hello Mr. Grey. I'm sorry to disturb you so late"

"Its fine. Is everything ok?"

"Yes. I have just received a call from Miss Anastasia Grey on the business phone number," my heart stops, "I remember you telling me that if she were to call to put her through immediately, no matter what you were doing or what time it was - "

"Yes" I spit out, cutting her off "Thank you Andrea, please put her through immediately."

"Yes sir. Have a good night".

I stand up again and begin to pace. My heart is going insane and I wander why she is calling me at this time of night. God I hope she's ok. I hear the phone click as Andrea has successfully transferred the call.

"Anastasia?"

APOV

I stand in front of my mirror sipping my wine a little faster than I probably should. I keep getting flashbacks from yesterday. From our conversation, our amazing, mind blowing, sensual kiss. To the moment that I watched him walk away from me after his rejection. I get a sudden pain in my heart thinking about it and take another drink. I put the glass down and examine myself in the mirror. I pull at the simple t-shirt wondering if its a tad bit too short. My other hand goes to my bangs trying to fluff them into the perfect position on my face, but its no use. I huff and take another drink.

"Here we go!" Kate exclaims as she walks into my room. I look towards her and she is wearing the biggest grin I've ever seen. I know that she's trying hard to keep me as happy as possible. She saw the state that I was in last night. I was a mess.

"Which one?" She asks as she holds up two different shades of lipstick. My eye brows furrow as I examine the colors. One is a shade of barbie pink and the other is the brightest red I've ever seen. I can't help the laugh that escapes me and I watch as her smile falls. "What?!"

"Kate. You've known me for 4 years. You know I'm not going to wear either of those!"

"But I think these will look good on you! Come on, just try one," she says as she uncaps the barbie pink color and reaches her hand towards my face. I snatch the lipstick away just in time and throw it in the trash next to my mirror.

"Hey!"

"Its for the best."

"Ugh. Whatever. Do you want to take a shot before the cab gets here?"

"No way. I'm already tipsy," I say, although I gave another swig.

"If you say so," she chimes as she walks away and out towards the kitchen.

I sigh and look back at myself. I wonder what Christian is doing. No! No no no damnit!

"Hold on Kate!" I shout as I run towards the kitchen. "I'll take a shot with you".

"Ok, everybody on the count of three! And don't hold back!" Jose yells over the loud music as I raise my shot glass to my lips, waiting for the go ahead.

"One…two…three!"

I shut my eyes tightly and take all of the liquid at once. I slam the glass onto the table and shake my head in disgust. I almost gag from the taste. I'm surprised I can still taste the liquor after how drunk I am. I open my eyes and everything spins for a second before it evens out again. I feel Kate's arm on my shoulder.

"Are you ok?! Did you do it all?!" All I have to do is give her a look and she busts into a fit of giggles.

"What's so funny?" Jose shouts as he leans in uncomfortably close to me.

"Ana is in rare form tonight," Kate replies. "I have never seen her this wasted!"

"Oh yea?" Jose eyes me up and down. I have to control myself to not cringe right in his face. I feel violated and he hasn't even touched me. He throws his arm around me and my body freezes.

"I gotta go pee!" I yell. He gives me a confused and hurt look as I rip myself from underneath his arm.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Kate asks, pulling on my hand.

"I'm fine."

I make my way towards the women's bathroom and see that the line isn't too long. I don't really have to pee. But the excuse was a good one and I wanted to get out of Jose's embrace as soon as possible. All I can think about as I lean up against the wall is being in Christian's arms again. The thought makes my head even dizzier than it already is.

In my drunken stupor, my mind gets an impulsive thought and my eyes open wide. I giggle to myself while I reach into my back pocket. I pull out both my cell phone and the card that Christian provided his office number on. Yes, I'm carrying it around. Don't judge me.

I squint my eyes as my shaky hands dial the number. Or at least I think its the number. My vision is so blurry at this point I can't tell.

The line rings and I bite my lip in anticipation. What kind of message should I leave him? What should I say? How ballsy can I really get with this liquid courage?

"Grey House, this is Andrea, how may I direct your call?"

"Oh…uh…." I didn't expect this. Its so late at night! Does he keep his slaves working 24/7?! "I'm sorry I was just trying to reach Mr. Grey's voice mail."

"Who's calling please"

I hesitate. Shit. This isn't going how I expected.

"Miss? I need to know your name before I can transfer you to his voicemail".

"Its…uh…Anastasia." There's a pause and I hear typing.

"Last name"

"Steele"

"Anastasia Steele?"

"Yes."

"Please hold, Miss Steele. I am transferring you to Mr. Grey's direct line."

"Wait, what?!" I whisper loudly into the phone. Shit! This is not what I thought was going to happen. Drunk Ana needs to think her decisions through better.

Before I can even comprehend what is happening and hang up, I hear his voice.

"Anastasia?" My God. My name sounds so amazing on his lips. My eyes close and my head goes back against the wall involuntarily at the sound.

"Yep, this is me" I force out awkwardly. I push myself off of the wall behind me and the swift motions causes my head to go dizzy. I am suddenly aware of how absolutely drunk I am. It makes me feel invincible. Like I can say anything…

"Jusss callin' to say you're an ass and how dare you reject me like that" I squeak and slur my words. I don't even recognize my own voice or who I am.

"Anastasia, its not what you think. Let me explain"

"No!" I should pointing my finger in the air as if he's here in front of me. The girl next to me jumps and I can see her confused and frightened face out of the corner of my eye. She subtly moves slightly away from me. "There isss no esscuse for your behavior!"

"Where are you?" He barks. The stern sound of his voice startles me back to reality. I look around and suddenly realize that there are multiple people here, and most of them are looking at me.

"In the women's line. I gotta pee really bad"

"Ana, have you been drinking?"

"Ummm, yeah!" I say with a mischievous grin on my face. "I have, Mr. Fancy pants. You hit the ned right on the hail. Er, I mean the head right on the nail" I giggle to myself so hard that I snort. My hand flies over my mouth in embarrassment.

"That's it, tell me where you are"

"God, you're so bossy!" I shout. "Ana, lets go for coffee. Ana, lets go for coffee. Stay away from me, Ana! No come here, no go away!"

"Tell me where you are!" He shouts into my ear. I chuckle in response.

"Nope. Besides, I'm nowhere near Seattle. Nowhere near you."

"Are you in Tacoma?"

"I don't know, I gotta go though."

"Ana don't hang up on me!"

"Bye bye" I hit the end button and shove my phone down into my pocket. I look over to the girl who is still trying to slowly get as far away from me as possible without being obvious. "I told him, right?" I get no reply, so I laugh awkwardly to myself. I feel my phone vibrating and see an unknown Seattle number flashing across my screen. I can only assume its him.

"I'm sorry I - "

"I know where you are, I'm coming to get you." Click.

"What? Hello?" Nothing. I hang up the phone and my hand goes up to my mouth. Oh boy.

CPOV

I walk inside of the bar looking around in disgust. All I see are black out drunk college kids who don't know how to handle their liquor. I've been stepped on and bumped into multiple times and its taking every bit of strength I have no to punch someone straight in the god damn face.

I look every which way but I don't see her. She might have left. But even if she did, i have her address. As creepy as that may sound I don't care right now. Ana is somewhere around here and she is drunk. I need to find her no matter what it takes.

I can't find her inside, so I decide to go out the back where very few people are mingling because its so cold. I take a step out and watch as I can immediately see my breath from the cold. My eyes scan around in the dark. Its hard to see, but I'd spot her anywhere. And there she is. I feel my blood boil and my fists clench as I look closer. There's a man next to her. What the FUCK.

Their backs are to me so I know that they can't see me. I move slowly towards them and I can just barely make out their conversation. I watch as Ana pulls her brown leather jacket tightly around herself. She is unsteady on her feet and I can see just barely from this angle that her face is flushed from the liquor. I freeze when I see his arm go around her and I hear the words "Come on, Ana. Just one kiss. I've been wanting to for so long."

"No, Jose, I really don't want - "

"Come on" He says more forcefully as his hand goes to touch her face. I lose it. All of the anger, annoyance, aggression, and dominant side of my personality that I was holding in while being disrespected inside of the building is officially boiling over. How dare this mother fucker think he can touch her.

I take a few easy strides towards them and grasp my hands on his shoulders, swiftly ripping him away from her. I hear her gasp as I look deep into the bastard's eyes and give him a forceful push, causing him to stumble backwards and even further away from Ana.

"Christian?" I hear her small voice ask. I quickly turn back to look at her and say "stay there. Don't move" before turning my attention back towards my target.

"Didn't you hear her? She said no," I sneer at him and continue to walk slowly towards him as he takes quick steps backwards.

"Dude, whatever. My bad," he stumbles over his words as well as his feet as he turns back towards the building and runs inside. I sigh in satisfaction and turn my attention back towards her. Her face holds a firm expression of confusing and shock. I take a few steps towards her and she doesn't move a muscle. Good girl.

"Are you ok?" I ask as my hand goes to touch her cheek. Her skin is warm even in the blistering cold. She must be really really drunk.

"What are you doing here, Christian?" She asks. Her eyes are watering, but I can't tell if its from emotion or the liquor. "I thought you told me to stay clear of you."

"I know, I did," I say stroking her cheek. I smile as her face gently tilts into my hand. "But I'm incapable of staying away from you."

"Then don't," she whispers.

"Do you really want this?" I ask, squinting my eyes at her. "There's a lot of things that you don't know about me yet. Things that might make you run away as soon as you find out. If you leave this alone now, you won't get as hurt." My heart is pounding. I'm still painfully conflicted on whether I should spare her heart break and let her go, or make the risky move of getting close to her and letter her get close to me.

I watch as her eyes search mine. I know that she knows what I'm mainly talking about. She obviously knows I'm a dominant because we met in the club. What if she tries it and hates it? Could I really give up that part of my life? And she doesn't know the extent of how fucked up I am - of all of my issues. That I'm literally incapable of giving and receiving any kind of love. Or the reason why I only go for brunettes. There just so many reasons why this will turn out bad. But my heart is winning over my head right now.

Her mouth finally opens and she whispers the word "yes" although it sounds more like a whimper than a word. I smile and run my thumb across her lips.

"For starters," I say, bringing my other hand up to the other side of her face. Her eyes momentarily roll back before closing at the contact. I stroke both of her cheeks with my thumbs. "If you were to be mine, you will never, ever, do this again."

"Do what?" She asks, her eyes fluttering open.

"Drink to excess. Or drink without me around, period." Her eyes get a little wide as she processes my words. I'm waiting for her to question me. To protest and say that I'm controlling and possessive and immediately run away. But she doesn't. All I hear is a small "ok".

I smile and stroke her hair. "Will you come home with me?" She asks shyly. I tilt my head and give her a smile.

"Is that what you want? I want to make sure we take this at your pace." She bites her god damn lip again and I groan. I see a slight smile as she hears my groan. Naughty girl.

"I want you to come home with me." I smile and I can feel my heart jumping for joy inside of my chest as well as my dick throbbing for joy in my pants. I move my hands from her face and go to reach for her hand, but stop as I see her eyes slowly begin to move into the back of her head.

"Ana?"

"I'm dizzy. I think I'm gonna faint."

"What, here?" Boom. Just like that her whole body slumps and I catch her just in time. I put one hand behind her head and use the other to support her body against mine before I steady her enough to pick her up into my arms.

"Oh my God, what the fuck!" I hear a shrill scream from behind me. "What have you done to her?!" This crazy as fuck blonde chick starts wailing on me until she looks into my face and realization sets in. "Holy fuck, Christian Grey" she whispers taking a few steps back from me.

"Nice to meet you too" I say dryly.

"I'm sorry. I'm Kate, Ana's roommate. I just freaked out. Is she ok?"

"She is very drunk," I say matter of factly. "You should have better care over your friends. Its not safe for her to get so drunk like this."

I see her eyes squint at me and her arms cross across her chest.

"You've known her for like two seconds and last time I check you rejected her."

Fuck. Ana's told her all about me. Probably everything.

Kate's eyes get wide as she realizes she's spilled the beans. "Um, I mean, I think you did?"

"Forget it. Where's your car? You need to get her home."

APOV

I hear a loud bang and open my eyes. I rub my eyes to adjust to my surroundings and quickly realize that I'm in the back of Kate's car. I see her sitting in the front seat playing away on her phone.

"Kate?" I squeak out before I feel a gentle yet strong hand stroke my hair. I look up and see the beautiful face of Christian Grey smiling down at me. He is leaning into the window stroking my hair. I can't help but smile.

"You need to go to bed," he says with a chuckle.

"Aren't you coming with?" I whine. I hear Kate snort in the front seat and I resist the urge to kick her seat. After all of the sex I've heard her have in our apartment I think she can handle a few minutes of flirting.

"No, Ana," he says sadly as he continues to stoke my hair.

"Why not?!" I ask as I begin to panic. Am I being rejected by him again?!

"Because. You are completely wasted. When I have you, I need you sober and alert. So that you can feel and experience everything." I hear Kate gasp…or was that my own gasp? I'm so drunk and dizzy that I don't know which way is up or down. I let out a groan in protest. I really really really want Christian Grey in my bed; to take my virginity.

"Don't worry," his voice brings me back to reality, "this isn't goodbye. It's I'll call you later. You know, since I have your cell phone number now." He smiles playfully and my face turns hot when I think about the fact that I drunk dialed him earlier. Ugh, kill me. There has been nothing cute or sexy about me tonight. I wouldn't blame him if he never spoke to me again.

I almost reach out to grab him as he steps away from the car and taps the hood. "Get her home safe. Text me when she's in bed."

"You got it," Kate nods and she pulls off. I sit up and look out of the back of the car window as I see him get smaller and smaller. I feel tears sting my eyes and I plop back down on the seat and clutch my chest, willing my heart to stop aching from deep within my soul. I've never wanted someone or something so badly in my entire life. And it hurts.

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