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The next night

APOV

I walk reluctantly behind Kate as she drags me down the streets of Seattle. The uneven pavement of the side walk causing me to almost trip and fall straight to the ground. She insisted that I come out with her. I didn't want to. I wanted to sit in my sweat pants with my hair up in a messy bun and eat ice cream while I cry. He said he'd call, but he hasn't, and it's almost 9 pm.

Although Kate insisted that he was probably just 'busy', I have thoroughly convinced myself that he has forgotten all about me. He's rejected me so many times, there's no way that he is actually into me in anyway. My heart aches and my ego is bruised. He is the first man that I wanted to give myself to. I was waiting for something extraordinary – and I thought that it would be him. But I'm let down. Again.

So I let Kate convince me to go out with her. She curled my hair aggressively as she danced to music that she was blasting, telling me over and over again that I needed to loosen up, and that sitting in my bed sulking wasn't going to make anything better. She squeezed me into one of her little black dresses and I put my favorite pair of sky high heels on. I rarely wear them – I'm much more of a sneaker/sandal kind of girl – but on special occasions I'll break these out. And I figure there's no better time to wear them like the feeling of being forgotten by the sexiest and more alluring man in all of Seattle. Possibly the US. Possibly the whole god damn world.

Kate and I finally enter through the doors of the bar and adjust ourselves to the warmth as we have just come in from the cold, damp air of nighttime Seattle. I have no idea who is going to be here. She didn't tell me and I didn't ask. There was no point in asking her. She would have just told me 'you'll see' the whole way here.

The lighting here is dark and almost reminds me of the lighting at the club that I met Christian at. Every seat at the bar is taken, and there are people pushing their way in between people to order drinks or to hit on others. Nearly every table is taken, as well. People are drinking, eating, and having loud conversations over the music playing on the speakers. Its quite overwhelming and I suddenly curse myself for agreeing to this.

I watch as Kate smiles, waves to someone, and then grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd. I'm too distracted by bumping into stranger after stranger, professing my apologies to each one, to realize who she is waving to and who we are walking towards. When we reach the table, I shoot daggers towards her with my eyes and she gives me a mischievous grin. I watch as she kisses one of the guys. This must be her new flavor of the month. But the other man at the table is her brother – Ethan Kavenough. She's been trying to set us up for years. I've just never been interested and he's always been overly flirtatious. A match made in awkward, uncomfortable, please-for-the-love-of-God-get-me-out-of-here heaven.

"Ana!" Ethan says, immediately jumping up from his chair and engulfing me in a suffocating hug. I give him a tense and quick hug back as I give him a few friendly pats on the back. I always try to give him little signs that I am not interested in that way, but he never seems to get the hint. Don't get me wrong, he's not ugly and doesn't have a terrible personality. There's just no spark there…no electric energy between us that draws me towards him…like I feel with Christian…

"Hi, Ethan."

"It's so good to see you," he says with a genuine smile and I almost feel bad. He pulls my chair out for me and I give him a small smile before I take it.

I go to check my phone for the millionth time today and I see Kate's manicured hand grab at it from across the table.

"Hey!"

"Ana," she says, almost as if she's scolding me, "We are here to have fun. Not to obsess about boys and check our phone every two seconds like we're waiting on the 'I'm here' text from a drug dealer." I watch as she places my phone into her purse and she puts her purse back onto the floor. I roll my eyes at her as the waiter approaches our table.

"What can I get you lovely ladies," he says, looking at us through kind eyes.

"Anything with whiskey in it," Kate says seductively as she looks over at her date and puckers her lips before he leans in to kiss her. I roll my eyes and barely stifle a groan of annoyance. She's always so affectionate with her boy toys. Even if she's known them for 5 minutes, she always acts like they've been together for 5 years.

"And you, miss?"

I go to open my mouth but before I hear my own voice I hear Ethan's.

"She likes white wine," he says proudly with a smile. I watch as the waiter begins to scribble the order and I clear my throat, causing both men to look up at me.

"Actually, I'd like red." I don't even turn to look at Ethan but I can see him shift uncomfortably out of the corner of my eye.

"Coming right up."

I can't help but be peeved at Ethan's assumption and high handedness to order my drink for me. It truly annoys me to my core.

I get more and more uncomfortable as the night goes on. Kate and Sam, her date, are completely focused on each other. They are completely oblivious to me and Ethan across from them, which leaves me basically alone with Ethan and his creepiness. He keeps trying to flirt and will touch me every so often until I push his hands off of me.

I take sip after sip of my wine, hoping that it will help me. Help me to forget this awful night with Kate's brother. Help me to forget about Christian Grey. I put the glass up to my lips but stop when I think about our conversation the other night.

If you were to be mine, you will never, ever, do this again.

Do what?

Drink to excess. Or drink without me around, period.

I look down at the glass which holds the deep red liquid and I swirl it around, contemplating my next sip. I laugh sarcastically to myself, He doesn't give a shit about you, why should you give a shit about him?

I take another sip and put the glass down. I'm nowhere near drunk, but I'm starting to feel a slight buzz.

I am vaguely aware of Ethan's persistent voice in my ear. He has somehow inched himself uncomfortably close to me. So close that I can feel his breath on my ear. I can't help the cringe that comes upon my face and my shoulders tense. I not-so-subtly scoot my chair a little further away from him, but I don't think he notices, because he keeps talking. I sigh and look down at my hands, thinking about how I'd rather be somewhere, anywhere, but here.

Suddenly, my body freezes. Something completely comes over me and my heart rate speeds up. There is a thick electricity in the air and I swear every single hair on my body must be standing on end. My eyes stay glued to my hands as my breathing is shallow and fast. He's here. I know it. I can feel him.

"Excuse me," I hear his deep voice directly behind me and I feel his strong hands grip onto my shoulders. My tense body immediately melts under his touch, but I still don't dare to turn around and look at him. "You're sitting a little too close to my girl."

CPOV

I walk into my study and sit heavily onto my leather chair that sits at my opulent desk which is scattered with piles and piles of documents. My eyes drift to my Mac desktop and my eyes squint to see the time. 9:01 pm. Its 9 at fucking night and I just got home from work. Its days like this where I question my whole career.

I was barely able to sleep last night. Half of the reason because I was thinking about Ana, images of her so close to me playing over and over again in my mind. My dick was so painfully hard thinking about her that I had no choice but to relieve myself of the pain. But even after coming to the images of her, it still didn't get her off of my mind. And in the rare occasions I did fall asleep, I was awoken not long after by the nightmares.

So basically, I've been awake since 4 oclock in the morning and I just got home from a long, hectic, nonstop day at work. I walk towards my liquor cabinet and poor myself a shot before downing it in one swift swallow. I take a second to appreciate the burn and the taste of the alcohol before reaching into my pocket and grabbing my cell phone. Without thinking, almost as if I'm on auto pilot, I dial Ana's number. Most of the reason that I hated today was because I didn't have any time to call her or even text her. But now my day is over, and I can give her my full attention.

I want to see her. I need to see her.

I pace back and forth while the phone rings until I get her voicemail. What the fuck.

I immediately redial and wait impatiently once again. Still no answer. WHAT THE FUCK!

I call twice more until I start to get worried. Is she ok? Is something wrong? Is she done with me? Does she never want to talk to me again? My chest tightens at all of those possibilities.

I pull my hair as I dial into my phone again, this time straight to the man I know will give me the answer that I so desperately need. He answers in one ring. Good. I pay him enough to literally wait on my beck and call.

"Bill," I bark into the phone, "Track Anastasia's cell phone. Tell me where she is immediately."

"Yes sir."

He hangs up immediately and I poor myself another shot before taking it and wiping my bottom lip. I can't stop pacing thinking of all of the possibilities of what the reason is as to why she is not answering me. Maybe she's just sleeping. Maybe she's working. Calm the fuck down, Grey. You've only given her about 5 minutes to respond. Don't be such a god damn dominant all the time.

Finally, my phone rings.

"Where is she?"

"She's at Canon on 12th Street"

I hang up without saying a word.

What the fuck is she doing out at a bar and not answering my phone calls? Oh no, little girl. This just won't fly.

I walk into the building and the sounds of voices mixed with music mixed with the clinking of glasses and silverware is deafening. My squinted, angry eyes scan the room, desperately searching for her.

Finally, they spot her. Her back is facing towards me and I can't see her face, but I'd known any part of her body anywhere. From what I can see she's in a tight black dress and heels that could break her ankle if she took one wrong step. Her hair is in loose curls that lay gently down her back. My eyes scan the rest of the table. I see her friend, Kate, and a guy next to her. They are practically breathing each other's air they are so close. Then my eyes land on the person next to Ana. It's a guy. And he's so close to her that his lips are almost on her ear. I can see her hair slightly moving from his breath. My blood boils. My fists clench. I watch as her shoulders tense and she moves her chair away from him. I feel slight relief as I realize that she isn't welcoming his advances, but then I feel anger again that this douche bag is making my girl uncomfortable. Plus, what the fuck is she doing here, anyway?

My steps are quick and wide. I can't get near them quick enough. I watch as her body tenses again and her head suddenly falls towards the floor. Do you feel me, baby?

I reach out and put my hands on her shoulders and squeeze. My grasp is gentle yet possessive and I feel her relax under my touch. She knows it's me before I even speak. Good girl.

"Excuse me," I say, shooting daggers towards this asshole. I'm so pissed my eyes must be red at this point. "You're sitting a little too close to my girl." My tone is short and pointed. His eyes go wide. I think from shock of my sudden intrusion and then from recognizing who I am.

"Christian!" I hear Kate's voice across the table. I ignore her. Instead, I gently take Ana's hand and pull her up. She immediately stands and so does my dick. She actually might make a great submissive…as well as girlfriend.

I walk ahead of her and she follows closely behind me. I drag her through the crowd, my eyes darting for somewhere, anywhere, that we can be alone. I see a short hallway that isn't occupied and is dark enough to shield wandering eyes. I immediately guide her towards the area, and once we reach it, I pin her against the wall with my body strongly against hers. I want her to feel possessed by me. To feel my need for her and to feel how hard she makes me without even doing anything.

APOV

I swear I stop breathing as I feel his erection against my stomach. I don't dare look up at him. My eyes are cast downward. I know he's upset. I can feel it. I curse myself silently for being so brash and making such a stupid assumption that he wasn't going to ever talk to me again. I hope he doesn't think I don't want him. I close my eyes and say a silent prayer that he isn't so upset that he's done with me.

"Why were you ignoring my calls?" His voice is low and pressured.

"I wasn't. My phone is in Kate's purse. She took it away from me because I kept checking it to see if you had called." My voice is small and hesitant – I'm surprised I found it at all. He's angry, but I still feel him hard against me.

"Who are you with? Are you on a fucking date?"

"No!" I say quickly. "Kate asked me to come out with her but didn't tell me anyone else would be here. She tends to do that. The guy next to me is her brother, Ethan."

"He wants to fuck you," he growls, "I can tell". I feel one of his hands gently stroke my hair as the other stays pinned against the wall next to my head. "I'm very angry about this, Anastasia."

"I'm sorry," I say quietly. My eyes are still downcast and my hands stay timidly at my side.

I feel the hand that was stroking my hair gently lay on my cheek and I feel his thumb caress my skin back and forth. Its intoxicating.

"Look at me," his voice is gentle yet authoritative. I slowly bring my eyes up to his. "You are mine," he hisses. "You haven't ever done anything with him, have you? Sexually?"

"No," I say almost laughing. If only he knew how much I didn't want Ethan. "I've been waiting for you."

I watch as he smiles, and then his lips come gently to mine. Quickly, the kiss becomes more passionate, more aggressive, and more possessive. Both of his hands are in my hair now and mine shoot to his neck. His tongue gently licks mine over and over again and it awakens a need deep inside of me – a need for his tongue to be everywhere on me.

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth, and he pushes his hips against me in response. I then feel his hands on my upper thighs. His hands are large against my slim legs and his skin is slightly rough in the way that only men's hands are. His hands travel around the backs of my thighs and I let out a squirm as it tickles.

"Ah, so you're ticklish there?" He asks playfully. "I know one way to punish you."

My heart quickens and my legs push together at the thought of him punishing me. Its mysterious and arousing and I can't help but wonder what a punishment would be like…

I'm brought back to reality as I feel his large hands squeeze my ass. I jump and bite his lip in response. A low, animalistic groan escapes his mouth and his hands gently massage my flesh.

"Fuck, Anastasia," he whispers. "I need to touch you. I need to feel you. I need to taste you." I feel his hands slowly move from my ass and down, towards my sex. My heart quickens in anticipation and my hips grind back in an attempt to get him to touch me – to stop torturing me with his slow movements. Touch me, damnit! See how wet I am for you.

He pulls his hands away and I swear I almost punch his chest from pure frustration. What the hell!

"Not here," he says as he grabs my face and brings my eyes up to his. "You're coming home with me. Now. And I'm going to show you just who you belong to."

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