I DO NOT own the characters or the book. This is just a FanFiction.
A/N: I love your reviews! Thank you so much! Please keep them coming!
Some things will come to light in this chapter but you'll have to wait and continue to read for most of it.
Please be patience! I will try and get these chapters out as fast as I can!
I added just a little bit of Christian P.O.V to this seeing that a lot of you wanted it. And surprisingly it helped a lot with this chapter! Don't worry, the'll be more in future chapters! ;)
Ana's P.O.V
It's 10:30 and I'm already starting to get sleepy. I have finished getting ready for bed, wearing just a pair of my old sweats and a T-Shirt. Tonight I have finally finished unpacking all my stuff out of the moving boxes. Took me long enough, but I think I was just hoping Christian would come around. Even though I knew he wouldn't. Everything seems to be in a reasonable spot. Although I did run out of drawers and closet space for all my clothes so I just stuffed them under my bed.
My stomach growls. I guess skipping meals isn't a good idea. I slowly make my way threw to the kitchen to make myself a snack. Reaching for the cabinet handle, I grab one of the mugs that I took with me- the one Christian got me in London. And make myself a cup of tea and a sesame seed bagel with cream cheese.
Setting off to bed for the night, I notice Miller sitting in a chair by the front door. He seems to be the one who takes the night shifts lately for some reason. He's wearing a white shirt, black pants and blazer, which makes me think of Sawyer.
"Night Miller." I smile to him.
"Ma'am." He nods.
I've also noticed that Miller is the more friendlier one out of the two. But nothing compared to Taylor and Sawyer. I don't think Andrew likes me at all for some reason. I haven't herd him say more then two words at a time to me.
I crawl into my single bed and get under the red duvet. I lay there for a moment and think about my day, while taking a bite of my bagel. Ever since I got home, I've been eager to read more of this book. Knowing me, I will probably force myself to stay awake until I finish it. It's quite entertaining. Though it does depend on what genre of book you like. I've always enjoyed a good fairy tale my whole life. They always cheer me up in the worst of times.
I turn my head so that I'm looking at my nightstand where my eyes automatically fix on a picture of Christian and I from our honeymoon. The one where we're both laying on the bed and I'm staring at him like a goof. My thought drifts for a moment as I wonder what Christian is doing right now...
Christian's P.O.V.
I pace behind my desk while my eyes briefly catch the mirror across from me. I have decided to take up residence in my office until I get things finished around here. I'm on day three and my appearance is surly showing it. My eyes look tired, I'm dirty and my hair is unruly -more so than normal, I don't give a shit. I never have.
There's two nocks on the door. My attention moves to the door "Grey." I utter emotionless.
"Sir we have that file that you requested."
You'd be fired if you didn't.
"Good." I snatch the file from him. "I've been waiting too long for this." I gaze down at it. What the fuck is this?
"Is this all you could fucking get?" I snarl at him. Fuck this! "There's nothing but two fucking bloody papers!"
"Yes. But-
"This is shit!" I slam the papers down on my desk. I see him tense. Good. He should be. "I can't do any fucking thing with this."
I run both my hands threw my hair while beginning to pace again, trying to calm myself down. I close my eyes and reopen them a moment later. "Did you look ever where's?" My voice has become strained.
"Yes. Though there's quite a bit of information on those couple of papers sir." He looks down to the desk.
Glaring at him for a moment I manage to speak. "What's in it?"
"I think you should look for yourself sir." He utters. Fuck it must be bad.
A moment passes. "You can go."
"Sir." He leaves quickly closing the door behind him.
Walking over to my office desk, I pick up the half empty glass of scotch and swish it around a few times. I turn myself so I'm gazing out of the ceiling high window at a dark Seattle.
I gulp the rest of it down in one sip. Might as well pour yourself another one. I do just that.
I turn around and sit on the edge of my office desk and open the file...
Ana's P.O.V
Opening my eyes I gaze up at the celling trying to focus my eyes. Shit! I must of fallen asleep. I look over at the clock, it's only 11:00pm. I reach up to the nightstand and test my tea. Thank god it's still warm. I take a few sips and sit up all the way. I place my bagel and tea on the wrinkly bed duvet ahead of me while I open my bag and pull out the book and begin where I had left off...
Looking at the clock I realize it's 11:30. I'm exhausted and I can barely keep my tired eyes open. This is the last page I'm going to read tonight. Yeah right!
My whole body is cooped up on my bed. I'm laying down with my legs over lapping each other, and leaning on my right side. My hand supports my head. I reach over to my plate and pop the last bit of bagel in my mouth and chew. As I turn over the old brown page to the next, a little white piece of paper falls out onto my bed.
"Huh?" I murmur to myself while picking up the piece of paper.
I prompt myself in an upright position and examine it closely. I turn it over to see who it might be from but it's unmarked Of course it's unmarked, it's just a note. Someone must of made it to give to the next person who reads it. I love little things like this. I wonder what it says.
As I open up the piece of paper, I am confused that there is only one line of writing:
I never wanted this to happen.
Jeez what's that suppose to mean? I flip over the note again to see if I can find anything else but there's nothing. Not even a tiny piece of dust. I re read the page it fell out of but it doesn't relate to the story at all. Seems strange but I'm sure many people have owned these books before our store did. Maybe it just got in there by mistake.
I quickly fold up the note, and shove it inside my bag. I turn my gaze back to my book and continue reading the rest of it while trying to fight my eyelids...
"Morning Rick!" I utter lively as I walk in placing my black trench coat on the metal coat hook. I peak out the window and Andrew walks across the street and sit's inside the cafe staring at the store sternly.
"Good morning Ana?" Rick mutters questionably. I look over and he is sitting on the chair sorting threw a pile of books while he looks at his watch. "It's one in the afternoon." He looks up to me threw his glasses.
Oh shit! I gape at him. I must of slept in after I stayed up till three reading That's what you get! Jeez, I have never been late for work. My subconscious crosses her arms and looks up at me, Really? Well, just the times Christian made me. But those times were different, I was the boss of Grey Publishing back then. Fuck he must think I was up all night doing who knows what.
"I'm... sorry. I didn't realize the time. I stayed up till three trying to finish the book. I guess I slept in a bit." I smile shyly. God I'm embarrassed. This isn't like me. I look down at my fingers which have become intertwined.
"It's ok Ana. I figured you might be up all night reading that book. And you've only been late this once. It's really no big deal. There hasn't been many people in today." He stands up and smiles.
"You're my best employee Ana." I blush and smile sarcastically at him. "Thank you. But I'm your only employee Rick." We both laugh.
I head to the back room and place my bag down on the rickety table. I grab myself a bottle of water from the mini fridge and head back to the register.
"Did you enjoy it?" Rick asks. I take a sip of water and answer him. "Yes I did. I love fairy tails myself. Endless possibilities." I smile while sitting myself down on the stool.
"They are. I was flipping threw the other four last night and they oddly all had a piece of paper in each of them with a line of writing." He murmurs while placing the books down on the counter. I look over at the other four books. I scold at them. I swear those ones look familiar for some reason.
"Mine had a piece of paper too." I frown while heading to the back room and opening my bag to get the note. As I return, I hand the note to him. He reads it to himself, mouthing the words.
"It's very strange isn't it? Sounds like someone feels guilty if you ask me." He mutters in a strained voice. Flipping the note over like I did the night before.
"Look at these ones." He pulls out the four notes from his jean pocket and hands them to me.
Gazing down at the papers I begin to unfold and place each note beside each other. I notice my eyes have become frantic and my fingers are beginning to fumble. I don't know why though. Why am I getting so worked up over this? My subconscious answers, Because your life is duller than ever without Fifty. I scold at my subconscious who is lazying on a sofa.
This is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in ages. Sadly my subconscious is right. My life hans't been the same without him. I doubt it will ever be the same again. I miss him. He was my life.
I gaze at all the notes and murmur them just loud enough for myself to hear.
This will be over someday.
I'll keep you safe.
Someday we will meet again.
I love you.
What is all this? I stand up and passively stare at them. I shortly start pacing behind the counter.
"Are you ok Ana? You look on edge." Ricks asks me "Yes I'm ok. Just thinking."
"Here." Rick hands me a tissue. I'm confused but quickly realize I have tears in my eyes. "Thank you." I murmur.
Is someone trying to tell us something? No just you -you know that Ana
A light bulb goes off in my head. I stop in my tracks and look over to the books. First Editions are expensive, really expensive. Someone would never just give them away. And they oddly look familiar to me. Though it's probably just 'cause I saw them yesterday. Is it?
I gaze out the window for a minute. Five books...five books I repeat over and over in my head. Why five? A few moments pass. Equals five years of marriage Ana! SHIT!
Out of no where I yell to rick louder then I attended to. "Rick! What page did you find these on?"
"They were all on the same page number funny enough. Page fifty I believe." He says while walking around the counter. I gape at him, my mouth fully open.
He arches an eyebrow at me. "Does that mean anything to you?" He mutters. Yes, yes it does! Mine was on page fifty too!
"Yes." I manage to choke out.
I start to feel light headed. My head feels weak...why is everything mov-... I blackout.
I slowly open my eyes and try to focus in my surroundings. I find that I'm in the back room of the shop sitting in the dingy brown armchair. Rick and Miller are gazing at me with a worried look.
"What happened?" I ask trying to get up.
"Sit down ma'am." Miller utters as he gently pushes my shoulder so I sit back down.
"What happened?" I ask again. I look over to Rick.
"You fainted Ana. You were out for a good two hours." He murmurs while handing me a glass of water. I drink down the whole thing.
"Ma'am, I think it's best if I got you home. You need to rest." Miler utters.
"I'm fine. I need to work."
"No Ana, you're going home. I think you should of taken the day off today. It's obvious you're exhausted." Rick murmurs.
"No I'm not. It's jus-" I cut off mid sentence as I remember everything from before Fifty! My Fifty!
"I have to go. I have to go see him." I'm frantic again. I try to get up and succeed this time.
"Have to go see who ma'am?" Miller mutters.
"Fif- Christian, Christian Grey, my husband. He sent me the books, he put a note on page fifty 'cause that's his nic name. He sent five books because we've been married five years. He still want's me, he needs me I know he does." I'm almost hysterical.
I look over at the two men. Rick is worried, but intrigued by this whole situation My cleaver Fifty! While Miller is pondering what to do next.
"Miller I have to see him!" I stare angrily at him.
"I can't let you do that ma'am." He utters.
"Why not? I can go wherever I want. I'm Anastasia Grey and I want to go to Grey House now!" I yell at Miller who remains calm. Rick on the other hand is taken aback at my outburst but right now I don't care.
Jeez I've never used my name to get something before. I sound like a spoiled brat.
"Please." I start to sob. "I need to see him. I need to see my husband." Tears are in my eyes and Miller is still contemplating what to do.
"Here." Rick hands me a tissue.
"Thank you." I blow my nose.
"I think you should go home Ana, get some rest." Rick murmurs again.
"Yes ma'am, I'm taking you home." Miller stands up and clings on my arm.
"I'll call a taxi." Rick utters as he goes to walkout but stops. "No we're walking." Miller utters sternly as he drags me threw the shop and out the front door.