Fifty shades of Long lost Love.

Well let me first begin by stating that this is my take on E.L James Fifty shades of Grey.
All the characters belong to E. . This is my take on the novel. Christian and Anastasia are soulmates even before they knew it. They have been separated twice before. They have been old friends. Its time to find out how love overpowers them.

Chapter 1

So there she is. Well how long have I been waiting? I check the time. Its 18:45! It's been 45 minutes. I want to look pissed. I want to! How stupid is this. I should be angry. But one look at her after 2 years and all I can think is I really want her close. Close enough to feel her skin come alive, close enough to hear her breathe, close enough to smell her hair. That's all .I just want to be close to her. I can't imagine touching her. She is too precious, too fragile, too pure to be ruined by my touch. My eyes are piercing through her. I can't help but watch her every move. She locks her red mini. She looks different. She is smiling and waving all over. She crosses the road, very carelessly. I don't like that. She needs to be more careful.

And just like that, I am thrown out of my trance by this storm who happens to be an angel named Anastasia.

"I am so sorry. So very sorry. It's not like I forgot. But it's just that I didn't realize how late I was. How long were you waiting ? And why are dressed in shorts? Wasn't it your birthday? Why are you in your shorts! You didn't want to go for dinner! Hmmm... You should have told me earlier , we weren't going anywhere! How stupid of you! Shit! I feel so embarrassed. Look at you. And look at me! Fuck! I hate you! "

That's her... That's Anastasia for you. And just as I begin to say something,
"Shit! Happy birthday! And I'm still .Very. Sorry."
She looks at me with those puppy brown eyes. She has big beautiful eyes, which I will never forget. It's been 12 years since I have known her. And this thing about her, the ability to have anger, irritation, innocence, authority, guilt, joy, all of it, in those eyes, all at once. It's exhaustive. How the fuck do I catch up to her! Fuck! Those eyes! They talk. And they say so much to me. I know they have missed me. And right now they are begging me to take her out of her misery.
And before I can say something again, she begins to come closer. She wants to hug me. No. I can't. I step back.
"Oh! Come on! I said I am sorry!" But she stands right here. I want to reach out to her. I don't want those eyes to be sorry. I want them to be happy. But I can't just touch her. "You are in your shorts and flip flops!" she yells and whines.
And with that, I can't help but grin. How does she do that! I can't, even if I want to .I can't be mad at her. I just can't. And what the fuck! I am supposed to feel guilty! About shorts! That's the audacity Ms Steele has. I am forced to smile.
"Hi", I say to her, giving her a shy smile. Her face lights up. She knows me too well. She knows she is forgiven. Still just to butter up my shot down ego, she goes over and over again about how sorry she is.
"So, you done? Now shut up!" I get my CEO voice back. My smile gone, my gaze turns serious. I don't like the effect she has over me. I like control. No set of adorable eyes can make me weak. At least that is what I would like to believe. Her face immediately falls, her eyes fall and she starts nervously playing with her fingers. No, no, no. Don't look down! Don't be guilty. Don't look sad. I am happy .Very happy to see you. You have no absolute idea Ana. I just wish she could hear what my head talks. She looks up. Our eyes meet. They are talking again! Damn!

"First, thank you for your wishes. Secondly, I know I am in shorts. And lastly, I don't remember making any plans with you. If I wanted to, I would have let you know. And yes! Not to forget! You are not forgiven so easily this time."

That will do. I am the alpha here after all. I can't have her always come in and make me feel…. Well, whatever that I am feeling. Because I know very well what this will do to me. I will lose myself in her .And then she will disappear again. Just like that! I can't let this happen to me. I hate the way I feel later, empty and sad. It reminds of the time…'Snap out of it Grey!'. Well I will not let anyone make me feel that way. Not even her.

"Oh come on, Grey. I said I am sorry. I think you already have your revenge. Fuck! People are actually staring." She is crimson now. Looking nervous, fidgeting with the hem of the dress. I give her a thorough examination. She looks sexy. I don't remember seeing her this way. Her hair is very short .A neat bob. I don t remember her hair like that. It's a navy blue dress. Not too short. A length I approve. But it's a halter .Which I am not too sure of. She looks hot. And I don't know why. But I don't like the idea of her looking hot in public! I scan the surroundings. In the original Starbucks of Seattle, are a handful of guys who just can't take eyes off her. I want to get her out of here. I call Taylor, my bodyguard to get my car.

"Get in the car Ms Steele." I hold the door open for her. I sound businesslike. My voice is husky and straight. I watch her make an effort to get into my black Audi Q7 with those towering heels. As I close her door, she looks at me, confused and embarrassed. I can't help it. I wink at her. What the fuck! Why did I do that! I see a ghost of a smile on her face. I want to run my finger over that shadow of a smile. Fuck! She is biting her lower lip. I can't take my eyes off them. With great effort I close the door, move to my side of the car. I instruct Taylor to take us to Olive bar and kitchen. I want to go there for two simple reasons, first they have private seating area and second Ana loves Italian. But before getting to the restaurant, I ask him to stop by at the nearest clothing store. I have to give what Ana wants. She wants pants on me. So be it. And I personally hate to move out dressed in shorts and flip-flops, but I had no intentions of going anywhere, especially after the fever I had earlier. I run a mental check, I don't have a cold. The headache has disappeared. Not feeling too feverish too. Don't want Ana to catch anything from me.

I am staring out of the window, and then she speaks. I was secretly hoping she would talk. I could listen to her talk for hours. But today it was different. She wasn't her usual self. I guess she is finally intimidated by me. Well, that feels good. Well done Grey!

"What are smirking about? You think I am scared of you! Huh! Good luck with that. Christian Grey, CEO, Grey Holdings! Talk, handsome, male chauvinist Grey in your office mister! For me, right now, you are the 15 year old boy who dropped me home every day from school. Don't put up this act with me. I know my 15 year old is still hidden in somewhere. And I pledge to get him out tonight!"

I have my evil smile on. I am not going to let her win. Oh no. Male chauvinist, eh! May be I should keep these shorts on and take her to the fucking opera! That will keep her shut. I swear my palm twitches. 'Wait! No. I will never do that do her. She is a friend. Just a old annoying friend. I am NOT GOING TO SPANK HER. I am NOT going to pull her on my lap, and hoist her facing down with belly pressed against my thighs. I am NOT going to lift her navy blue dress off her thighs, shredding her panties to reveal her perfect round pale fair ass. I will NOT bring my twitching palm to slam in her flesh several times, 25 times .Because that is how old I am today. It's my birthday gift. 'Grey! Fuck you! You are one fucked up soul!'

"Christian! Stop looking at me that way. I have said sorry already. If you don't want me here, I will go. Umm. Excuse me Mister, could you please drop me back to the Starbucks. Mr. Taylor is it?"

Before Taylor could answer to that, I bring myself to say something. "Please don't go." I am begging! What the…! I don't beg. I command. Luck was at my side, and Taylor stopped at Barneys for me. Barneys will have to do for me right now. I move out and open Ana's door. She looks at me confused. She has anger in those eyes. "What!" she snaps. "Come, help me get dressed. Its my birthday, and there is this annoying girl who wont let me wear my goddamn shorts!" She has her big grin on! And all the anger in her eyes, poof! Gone!

She jumps out of the car excited. Before I can open the door for her, she is already inside store. God! What do I do with her! She is untamable. She has already picked out a mandarin collar white linen shirt with a pair of jeans and dark blue sneakers. I am angry now. This girl makes me wait, yells at me for my shorts on my birthday, calls me a male chauvinist and then wants to pick clothes for me. I cannot allow this. Ignoring her I find myself a black t-shirt and ripped jeans. She is looking at me with defeat in her eyes. She hates this. Good! I feel better now! Take that Ms Steele! I am in the changing room, I have just put on the jeans, when I hear her outside the door. "Christian! Christian! Open the door! You are such a prick! Christian! I have come all the way from Portland for this! All you want to do is defy me. You are such an asshole!"

No one has dare cursed me so much. How dare she. I swing open the door. As I open the door, my gaze is cold. I am so angry right now. I will punish her. I will tie her up right here to the coat hanger in the changing room. Strip her naked. Rub my hands on her butt. And slap it. And I will make sure her face is towards the full length mirror. I want her to see, the victory in my eyes as I do this to her. Shit! I hate myself for this. She is right I am an asshole.