Definitely didn't plan on writing today although i said i would but it came to me, and i just wanted to share this chapter with you guys and get your opinions. I took everything you guys said into deep consideration. Some things people infered i do was not how i planned it to go. Let me say I dont plan on making Rosalie a Jack Hyde. Aren't you guys tired of the death threats that people use in every story? I'm planning on taking a diffrent turn, with just as much drama, and it will be just as good. I will make it really hard to Like and Dislike people in this story. Yes you guys will have to be patient with Ana and Christians reunion but please bare with me for the wait will be worth it. I plan on using new things that eople on the sight havent used yet. Please give me your comments and let me know what you think. By the way i would like to thank people for the lovley comments and PM's i got in the spand of two days, They definetly made my day. Everyone is quite shocked that I'm 13. I'm glad people have so much faith in me, and enjoy my story so much. The dept of confidence, and faith you guys have in me is truly amazing. Thanks again. Until next time.


We pull up at the curb of the street; in front of what I know is one of the most popular clubs Seattle. It's called venom. Just the sound of it fits perfectly for Michael.

"I own the place you know." He states matter of factly and pulls the keys out of the ignition.

"Of course it is." I stare at the club, and wonder about my tastes in men.

Obviously there's a certain attraction with me and smug ceo's. Not that I have a problem with it in particular, but other than their personality's I'd say Michael is the epitome of Christian. Although Christian act's more formal where as Michael is just really blunt, cocky and sarcastic. I snap myself out of my reverie and am reminded of the last time I was in a club.

"Okay so here is the deal. No funny business. Me you and drinks; Not a good combination. I agreed to come out here with you but no more sexual activity I have too much too deal with right now, adding to the fire isn't the best idea."

"Me, try something slick? Never Anastasia." He smirks. Cocky son of a bitch.

"Ha-ha, again very funny. Just promise me, or else you can take me back to the hotel."

"Mmmm the hotel. Can I take you up on that bath offer?" He cocks his brow.

"Michael." I state exasperated. He chuckles lightly and leans in closer with every word.

"For you Anastasia. I. Promise." He stops right in front of my lips.

My breathing hitches and I am stock still, my gaze fixed on his lip. My lips are parted and by the smirk he is giving me I know he knows what he's doing to me. He breathes and moves away leaving me feeling totally exposed, and awe strucked.

"Well we better get in that club shouldn't we?"

He looks satisfied proving his point. Men, they will do anything just to feel right. I can only muster up a nod, and I quickly exit the car.

God Ana, if it only took a half attempt with absolutely no alcohol in your system at all, to almost kiss him, how the hell do you think you're going to last the night?

I rambling on in my brain, wondering what made me think I can control myself around him? From my history I basically fall weak at the knees for a kiss or even the slightest contact at all.

Well doesn't that tell you that maybe just maybe you should choose men who don't make you act like a dumb blonde with no brains?

Yea maybe I should choose men who aren't so difficult to ignore.

Michael claims his place besides me and steers me into the club by having his hand fixated on my lower back. Okay I really need to breathe and just picture him as just a regular guy.

We stride right through the doors, and immediately my nose is filled with the aroma of the place. It smells of alcohol, sweat, and sweat.

"My private booth is up there come on."

I begin to follow him until my brain comes back and I get some sensed knocked into me.

"Booth? What no we can stay down here.. It's perfectly safe of regret down here." I murmur the last part under my breath.

"What? Too much of a temptation? Is my good looks too much of a distraction?"

Fuck him and his good looks. I know he is completely on point with his stament and he knows it but I will not give him the satisfaction.

"As if. If I recall correctly the only reason we had any sexual encounter was due to the influence of alcohol. I can assure you no sexual activity will be going on tonight what so ever."

I smile happily with my ability to sound almost sure of myself, and not stutter. But from on look at him, he isn't too reassured.

"The night is still young Ana. Plenty of room for change of minds, some dirty dancing, some mind-blowing sex."

He winks at me and takes a shot from a passing waiter with a tray. With yet another smug grin he walks to the bar leaving me to be empty minded.

I inhale and exhale, and try to clear my mind. Although I can say the songs that are playing is not helping me. David Guetta's Tonight I'm Fucking you, isn't the best motivator for not having sex. But I am a woman, and I can learn to not let my libido lead the way.

I walk to him and take his shot from his hand and drink it. He looks at me and orders four more.

"You know I have someone who I love very much. Someone who is highly pissed the fuck off at my careless actions, so no there is no room tonight for sex, or change of minds. Or anything at all."

"I recall my words specifically were mind blowing sex. Surly the definition of just sex when it involves me and you is an understatement."

I down another shot and close my eyes as the burning sensation that results in my throat.

"I'm not kidding Michael. He is very upset."

"Oh what boyfriend wasn't to fond of the idea of or little interactment? Shocker."

"God I mean I'm such a slut. Who am I to say I love him, but have sex with another man?"

"Hey hey hey," He grabs hold of my chin and forces me to look at him, "You are not a slut Ana, any man who thinks otherwise doesn't deserve you."

I stare into his eyes looking for the usual glint of humor but I can't see any. This has to be the most serious I had ever seen him.

I quickly swallow, and fix my eyes back to the shot in front of me and down another one.

"Then there's Rosalie, who tells me that she is his. I mean she is wrong, he is mine. Right she is wrong?"

God I sound like a petulant little child. The drinks are obviously getting to me yet again. So much for staying sober.

"Yes so wrong." Michael says imitating a white girl's voice. He is just trying to make me happy, and I laugh a little.

We both down drinks at the same time and slam them down on the bar.

"How about enough of the chit-chat and let's dance. Ease you're Mind you brood too much, and you need to relax. So let's go."

As he pulls me I quickly try to drink on more sip of the drink, and throw it in a attempt to make it on the bar as he pulls me away.

He twirls me around once we get to the dance floor, and we let the music take over.

I start to let the lyrics sooth my wounded soul, and take hold of my body. I feel like I am by myself, I start to twirl, and laugh forgetting all about Michael.

Of course when I open my eyes he is staring at me while dancing at a close proximity. My thoughts suddenly go back to Christian causing me to frown, and ramble on about him again.

"He always looks at me like that. Gosh I don't think he will ever speak to me again."

I wrap my arms around Michael, and we began to dance slowly together, while my chin is prompted on his shoulder.

"I'm sure he will talk to you again. I mean you are hard to avoid."

"Brooding again." He mentions and I laugh against him.

"Am not, just venting."

"Yea sure Ana."

I pick my head and use my hands to pucker up his lips, and move them to mouth words while I try to imitate his voice.

"Yes you are not brooding." I start to laugh and can see a grin forming on his mouth.

"Obviously way too much in your system, because that was not funny."

I pick my head up from laughing and smirk at him.

"Oh come on admit it, I'm funny. You know it; it's okay to admit it."

"Oh now I see what it takes to get the fun Ana out of you?"

"Yea and this is the only time when you're going to see her. Evvvveerrrrrr." I burp, and he shakes his head.

"That's too bad, because I have to cut this party short. Come on let's take you home."

"Aww come on. Since when were you the fun police?"

"Yea your right I do sound like my dad. But too bad I don't give a fuck right now, where you're concerned I could give a dam who I sound like."

"Who's the brooder noooowww?" My words start to slur, and I definitely know that didn't do anything to convince him at all.

"Yea that's mu cue come on let's get going."

"Well there's a slight problem. Everything is all dizzy and I can't move unless you want, you want, throoooow up on yoooou." I cock my head, and feel like a complete ditz.

He comes to me and picks me up and I rest my head on his chest.

"Sooo much, for not getting drunkkk. Hmmmmm?"

"I told you the night was young Ana." He smirks and I frown.

"You're always righttt. You need to stoooop it."

He leads us back to the bar and grabs my purse. He starts looking in it searching for something.

"Your not going to find Narniaaaaa, if that's what you're looking for…."

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Not Narnia, just looking for your room key. Where is it?"

"Ohhhh, someone wants to be sneakyyyyy. Noo boys aloud Mr."

"I'm serious Ana where is your key?"

"Wellllll if it's not there….. Hmmmm, Maybe… Maybeee.. I give uppp."

"Great."

We head back to the car, and Michael lays me into the seat, and covers me with his jacket. He gets into his seat and we start to drive.

The drinks take affect and I slowly fall into a deep sleep.

Michael's POV

I start to drive, and in about 10 minutes I'm in front of my house. I park In the garage, and take hold of Ana.

She's sleeping so angle like in my arms, and I can't help but stare at her in awe. She's amazing. Stubborn, a pain in the ass, amusing, funny, strong. She is perfect.

I enter the elevator and it descends to my penthouse. She stirs a little and the movement, but quickly adjusts and snuggles even closer to me.

As the elevator opens, I enter my home and lay Ana on my bed. I pick of the duvet and gently place it over her body.

It feels good to have her here, in my home, in my bed. I sit on the end of the bed and run my finger along her face, outlining her jaw.

I move her hair out of her face, and stare at her. She is beautiful, stunning actually. Her exquisite features, her ability to make me smile no matter the state I'm in.

She's stuck on my mind. She isn't fazed by my bullshit, and the way she sees's right through all my crap. Her touch is like adrenaline spiking through me.

I've never let anyone in before. Only once, and I got my heart broken. That changed me into the dick I am into today. But Ana, god she just snuck up on me, let herself in without my knowing.

I've known her for only two days, but can't deny the strong connection. At this point not having her in my life isn't an option. Her blue eye's stay fixated in my mind, her smile is enough to make me happy.

I don't know what else to call it. I know it isn't lust, or need. Slowly she is filling a void in my heart, breaking down my walls, tearing me apart, shedding me of the man I am, and exposing me to new things.

She doesn't even know it. I have felt this before, once. There for I know what to call it. I vowed to never feel this way, but with Ana their seems to not be another choice.

The feeling when I'm with her gives me such a rush. I feel in place, sane. I feel as if nothing can phase me. I know this is insane, I've known her for like two fucking seconds, but I can't explain it. Her touch itself can bring me to pieces, her wit and charm. She is lethal, like a disease taking over me, it's uncontrollable.

I'm afraid myself of how I feel about her, and in such little time. Musing it to myself in my head even makes me frightened. I don't know if I can tell her or anyone the truth about the depts. of feeling I feel for her. I'm not sure I truly believe it myself. This may be the only chance I actually have the balls to tell her.

I grab hold of her cheek and smile slightly.

"I'm falling in love with you."


Next chapter WILL be a Christian POV Many have asked for it so i will oblige.