Chapter 2

CPOV

I hear my mother get off the phone with Miss Anastasia Steele's manger. I overheard my mother and Mia having a coronary over their performer canceling for Saturday. I simply made the suggestion of Anastasia and they said she is the most sought after country singer. There was no way she would agree. I gave them the number I have had for four years just never had the nerve to call. They are ecstatic she agreed and she even donated her fee to the charity. That's my girl I knew she would agree. My girl I wish what is wrong with me?

"Mom I will see you Saturday, I need to head home and do some work." I kiss her cheek as she walks me to the door. She knows she can't touch me, only Anastasia has ever been able to and she doesn't even know who I am.

"Christian my baby boy. I am so proud of what you have accomplished a multi billionaire at twenty-six. You are so lonely you need to find someone to share your life with."

"I know mom and I will I promise. I've never had that zing as I once did. Hopefully it happens sooner than later." She only knows the story not the name.

"Ok honey and can you be here to help set up? Can Taylor also help with the security so we don't have unwanted intruders?"

"Yes, we can probably be here by noon, I will talk with Taylor. It should not be a problem though as he organizes the security every year."

As I head home I think about the past six years. I have dreamt about her blue eyes every night and I have been waiting for her. When I first saw her at school I was entrapped by her beauty. I followed her every day for a week and would listen to her sing. The one day I wasn't there I was at my therapist appointment for my troubled childhood. I came back to pick Mia up and as I walked into the back door and it slammed I heard crying. My heart sank with what I saw when she came in view. I was always so embarrassed and shy to introduce myself. I held her and caressed her as I placed her hand on my chest and leaned down to kiss her there were fireworks. Her touch and her touch alone sent electrical currents through my veins. I never got to tell her my name but I knew hers.

The next day I heard she moved and I was devastated. I graduated the week after and went to Harvard to get my Business degree and started my business Grey Enterprise Holding. The past six years I have made a name for myself but my mother is right I am lonely. I have followed Anastasia's career and I am so proud of her. I was always a loner and still am as I never went out and partied. I went to school and worked on my business. I've never had the nerves to call her up and introduce myself as I know I am so fucked up.

I was adopted at four after being brutally beaten and burned by my birthmother's pimp. My mother was a crack whore who didn't give a shit about me. She killed herself after she let her pimp use me as an ashtray. I have severe Haphephobia and no one has ever been able to touch me except my Anastasia. I have never had that zing with any woman ever in the past six years. I have never dated or had sex. What's the point if there is no connection? I know I'm good looking as I've been named most eligible bachelor of Washington and the country. They are only looking at the dollar signs and I could give a rat's ass. They don't know the true me as I am so scarred mentally and physically no one would want me.

One time at my office my ex assistant tried to make a pass at me. She leaned in to kiss me as she placed her hands on my chest. I felt such pain flow through my body and veins that it made me have a panic attack. I was in such an attack they had to sedate me to get me out of my memories of my abuse. I was basically catatonic and could not bring myself out of it.

The media calls me the master of the universe. I wish I was Master of the universe as I could get the woman of my dreams. I wish I was so I could not be such a fucking monster. They call me gay as I've never been seen with a woman. If they only knew I wasn't, and was waiting for my special someone.

Sometimes I feel like a beast. I live in a penthouse or my own castle in the sky by myself. My staff have their own quarters. I have such pent-up frustration and anger from my past that I do kickboxing every day and run. I only have contact with my employees and then sometimes I become so pissed I blow my head off. I am completely focused on my company and don't put up with any useless employees. I am called a monster as people say I have no feelings. I do I just hide it behind my CEO persona. I have four things that will generally calm my nerves. I exercise daily, soring, fling my helicopter Charlie Tango, and the best thing is listening to Anastasia sing.

Elliot my brother is the biggest man whore of Seattle if not Washington. He is dating Katherine Kavanagh the biggest whore I have ever seen. She is only out for the mighty dollar as she threw herself at him after she couldn't get me. I can't stand that woman as I have a feeling it was her and that bitch Lilly that tormented Anastasia for all those years. I have no proof but I have my instincts. My brother just razzes me about being a virgin at twenty-six but I don't care. I am not going to waste my time and effort on women that don't mean anything. I want someone special and Anastasia was that someone special. Did she ever feel the same way? Would she recognize me when she sees me Saturday? Can I have the nerve and the balls to introduce myself? I sure hope so.

Taylor my bodyguard lets me out in the garage of Escala and I make my way to the elevator. Only he knows of my obsession but will he help me on Saturday? I make my lonely way up and go into my office. I check my emails and nothing that can't wait till tomorrow. I get my brandy and make my way to my bedroom. I lay on my bed and start my sound system and I listen to my angel's voice as I stare at her photo on my nightstand. Listening to her new song Standing right next to me as it lulls me to sleep. When Will I be loved?