A/N: I'm so so sorry it has been so long. I've been so busy and haven't had time to write for long enough to finish a chapter. I've already started the next chapter so I'm hoping it won't take as long to get out. Thanks for sticking with me. Hope you enjoy. And I'm sorry again.

Chapter 5

Christian's POV:

I watch Ana as she peacefully sleeps on her side facing me. I don't understand what it is about her. Yes, she's beautiful and her body is incredible, but there's something else that pulls me to her. The connection I felt when we were fucking… no, that wasn't fucking. What was it then… making love? Whatever it was, it was absolutely fucking amazing. I slowly reach my hand up and brush her hair off her face making her stir a little. I freeze and hold my breath hoping not to wake her.

"Mmm… Christian…" She mutters then snuggles up closer to me burying her head into my chest. I hesitate for a second then smile and put my arms around her pulling her closer to me. Her small frame seems to fit perfectly in my arms.

"I'm right here, baby," I whisper and press my lips to the top of her head then close my eyes. I could stay like this forever. Just as I'm starting to drift off to sleep I hear my cell phone buzzing on the floor. I groan and slowly roll over to the edge of the bed to grab it out of my jeans. After seeing Welch's name on the screen I answer.

"Grey," I whisper.

"Sir, I have the information you were wanting." I glance over at Ana to make sure she is still sleeping then quietly climb out of bed.

"Give me a minute." I pull my jeans back on and slip my white T-shirt over my head then head out of the room. I take one last glance at Ana's sleeping form before shutting the door behind me.

"What did you find?" I ask walking toward the bar in the living room. The place is quiet so everyone must still be down at the bar.

"I emailed you the background check and photos from every photo shoot she has done," he says as I pour myself a glass of bourbon.

"Good." I hang up before I get a response and head into my room. After shutting the door behind me I look up to see Payton sitting on my bed and freeze. Shit! How long has she been here?

"I've been waiting for you," she says in a husky voice. I stare at her impassively and make no move to go towards her. She stands up then starts walking to me with a smirk. A couple hours ago I was ready to fuck her in every possible way but after having Ana I have no interest what so ever. I don't think anyone or anything will satisfy me the way Ana did. It was so intimate, like our souls were connected somehow.

"Now we can have our own fun, Mr. Grey." I stare at her without responding as she slowly removes her dress one strap at a time and lets it fall to the floor. My eyes involuntarily roam over her body. Yes, she's an attractive woman, but she doesn't hold a dime to Anastasia. She reaches her hand out towards me and I step back glaring at her. Even if I was going to go through with this I sure as hell would not allow her to touch me.

"Get out," I snap. I nearly break the glass in my hand from squeezing it so hard and clench my other fist at my side trying to keep myself from physically removing her when she just stands there looking at me with her brow furrowed.

"Get your shit and get the fuck out of my room!" Her eyes widen in fear then she quickly grabs her dress off the floor and hurries to the door. Before she leaves she turns back to me with a glare.

"You're a prick," she says then walks out and slams the door behind her. I run my hand through my hair and walk over to my bed. I should have just stayed in bed with Ana and called Welch back tomorrow. Now I'm going to have to deal with a pissed off Payton the rest of the weekend. At least she'll stop being so forward and leave me the hell alone.

I get my laptop and sit on the bed resting my back against the headboard hoping that learning more about Ana will distract me from my anger towards Payton. I pull up my email and open the message from Welch. There are about 15 attachments. I click on the background check first and a file opens containing all of Anastasia Rose Steele's information. The second she went into the other penthouse earlier, I called Welch to send me any information he could find on her. I scan through the document quickly, not really sure what I'm looking for. I see she is an only child. Her father is deceased and her mother lives in Georgia with her stepfather. She graduated from WSU with a literature degree. That's weird. How does a lit student become a model? Reading further I find that her first photo shoot was a couple months after she graduated. She signed with her agent, Frank Thompson, a month after that and moved to LA at the beginning of that next year. It seems like she has been completely booked since February when she appeared in Vogue. I'm completely shocked that there's no history of any known relationships. How?

I open the next couple of attachments to find a few pictures of her from when she was starting out. Nothing too big, just some of her in various outfits and poses. Then I get to the sixth attachment, which has photos from the spread published in Vogue. There's picture after picture of her in various evening gowns and cocktail dresses. Her hair is pulled up in some then down and wavy in others. She looks stunning in everyone. I think they went a little over board on the makeup though. She is such a natural beauty.

After looking through all the pictures I shut my laptop and set it on the nightstand. How the hell was she a virgin? Surely she has men standing in line to take her out and attempt to flatter her enough to get her into bed with them. Why me? Why am I the only one she wanted to give herself to? I honestly don't even need an answer. Knowing that I'm the only man that has been intimate with her is the best fucking feeling I've ever had.

….

The next day all of the men get up to the pool before the girls. We're all sitting on a cushioned bench under the cabana sipping on our drinks. I can't wait to see Ana in some little bikini. Although I'm sure Miles and Ethan are thinking the same thing. I should be able to keep them away as long as I stay close to her.

About 30 minutes later the girls come walking up. I find Ana instantly. She has on a long black tank that hangs loosely, the sides dipping down to her hips and her hair is in waves hanging around her face. She has on black Ray Bans so I can't see her eyes, but I continue watching her not even noticing the other three women. Kate comes up and takes a seat on Elliot's lap.

"What would you like to drink, baby?" He asks circling his arms around her waist. Ana pulls off her sunglasses when she's under the cabana and glances at me briefly attempting to hide a smile. I smirk to myself. Today should be fun. I notice Ethan stand up and walk over to Mia with a big grin on his face. I narrow my eyes at him as he puts his hand on her hip and whispers something in her ear making her giggle. Those fucking hands better not get any lower. My attention is pulled away from them by Kate suggesting the girls get into the small pool reserved for our cabana.

I watch Ana as she pulls her black tank over her head. She has on a bright coral bikini with a bandeau top and bottoms that are extremely low rise showing off her perfectly toned body. I can just imagine laying her down and taking her right here on this bench. She peeks over at me and sees the desire clouding my eyes. She grins then sinks her teeth into her lip. Oh, that lip… I discreetly move my hand holding my drink to hide my growing hard on. My eyes are locked on Ana's delectable ass swaying back and forth as she walks over to the pool. Once she sinks into the water I notice Payton glaring at me and my smile fades. I forgot I'm going to have to deal with her hateful stares today too.

….

A couple hours later the girls and some of the guys are pretty drunk. I'm sitting in the pool with Ana, Kate, Miles, and Elliot while the others are taking shots with some people in the neighboring cabana. Ana and I keep glancing at each other making eye contact once in a while. I feel like I'm a teenager with a crush trying to keep it secret from everyone. I'm not even listening to the conversation until Miles aims a question at me.

"Someone got a little action last night other than the bride and groom, huh Christian?" I look away from Ana to Miles.

"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow at him curiously. There's no way he knows about Ana and I. No one was in the suite… that's what I assumed at least.

"When I got back to the suite I saw Payton coming out of your room in just her underwear. I knew she wanted to fuck you." I frown at him then glance at Ana. She's staring at me in shock then her eyes narrow and she looks away.

"Are you serious? Why the hell is she in such a weird mood today then? I would have guessed she would be on cloud nine the way she's always talking about you," Kate says looking at me with a smile.

"I didn't sleep with her," I snap defensively at them both then glance to Ana again hoping she believes me. Miles throws his hands up defensively.

"Hey, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." I glare at him and he raises his glass to me. Before I can retort, Ethan and Mia come over with a bottle of tequila.

"Get over here! Tequila shots!" I linger in the pool as everyone climbs out and heads into the cabana. Ana looks at me briefly than follows everyone.

"Ana…" I try to get her attention but she ignores me. How the fuck did this happen? Why would Miles be telling everyone about who I'm fucking anyway? That's none of his god damn business. I throw back the rest of my drink and walk over to join the group.

Ana's POV:

I've been taking shot after shot with anyone and everyone that offers. I can't believe I gave my virginity to Christian to have him sneak off and fuck Payton after I passed out. Maybe you shouldn't have given it up just hours after you met him. What was I thinking? His expert seduction skills that made me putty in his hands should have been warning enough. He's probably as bad as Miles when it comes to woman, just more secretive about it. I'm not going to let him ruin my weekend. At least I don't have to worry about having to tell some other guy that I'm a 22 year old virgin when things start heading that way. Yes, my first sexual experience was with some hotshot playboy, but he is really fucking hot and it was absolutely incredible. I wonder if it's like that with everyone, or if he is an exception.

"Hey, are you okay?" Mia asks pulling me from my thoughts and I smile at her.

"Yeah, sorry. I was daydreaming."

"About a guy?" She grins. Yes… your brother. I shake my head and laugh.

"Speaking of, how was last night with Ethan?" She looks around then pulls me away from our group and turns towards me when we are standing next to the main pool.

"We got some gelato then stopped by the Bellagio to watch the dancing fountains and he kissed me." She has a big smile on her face as she says it and I smile back.

"Really? How was the kiss?" I'm a little surprised Ethan made a move. He used to be so shy around girls like Mia who are all bubbly and energetic.

"It was perfect. I really like him."

"I can tell he likes you a lot, too. He can't stop looking at you." She glances over at the cabana and sure enough he is watching her. He grins at her making her blush and look away. I didn't peg Mia for a blusher, but apparently Ethan has brought it out in her.

"Every time I've been around him back home he's seemed so shy and always kept to himself, but now he's this confident funny guy and I can't stop thinking about him. I don't get what changed."

"The large amount of alcohol he's been consuming probably helped a little." We both laugh then suddenly someone scoops me into their arms making me squeal in surprise and jumps into the pool. I come to the surface and open my eyes to see Miles emerging from the water with a playful grin. I glare at him trying to stop the smile that's spreading across my face.

"What was that for?"

"You were looking so hot standing there I thought you needed to cool off a bit." I shake my head then reach my hands up to his head and dunk him under the water. All the alcohol I've consumed today must be making me flirtatious, but I don't even care. I'm having fun. He pops up and flicks his head to the side so the water flies from his hair then grins back at me.

"So you want to play?" He raises an eyebrow at me and I try to dive away but he grabs me and I squeal as he throws me through the air. I hit the water and sink to the bottom then pop out giggling. Soon Mia and Ethan join us and I try to ignore the grey eyes watching me intently as we all continue joking around and laughing.

…

In the late afternoon, us girls went back up to the penthouse to get ready for the night. I was successful in avoiding Christian the rest of the afternoon by staying in the main pool with Mia, Ethan, and Miles until Kate came to get us. Tonight we're starting off in the hotel with appetizers and champagne so Kate can open her presents, while the men head out to do their own thing. I'm glad I won't have to deal with Christian watching me all night like he did today. I found it odd that he didn't even look at Payton once all afternoon. Maybe he was telling the truth and they didn't have sex or he's just trying to make me believe he didn't.

After a hot shower I put on a black strapless bra and lace panties then turn on the satellite radio to drown out my thoughts of Christian while I get ready. I dry and curl my hair then apply a bit of makeup. Where Have You Been by Rhianna comes on as I walk out of the en suite bathroom. I turn it up louder singing and shaking my hips to the beat while I look through the handful of dresses I brought hanging in the closet. I pick out a strapless black lace dress with a nude color underneath. I hang it on the bathroom door then turn to find some heels to match when I see Christian in a casual dark grey suit with no tie and the top couple buttons of his white shirt undone. He has an amused expression on his face probably from watching me singing and dancing around like a fool. It takes me a second to realize I'm in just my bra and panties then I quickly grab a shirt off the ground to cover myself the best I can.

"Can't you knock?" I glare at him.

"I'm glad I didn't. I rather enjoyed your performance." His eyes darken as they move down my body that I'm failing to hide with my shirt.

"Do you mind?" I snap and he instantly meets my stare. His lips curl up into that sexy smile and I feel the wetness pool between my thighs.

"I've seen you in less then that, baby." My breath hitches as images from the previous night invade my mind. I chose to ignore his comment and attempt to compose myself.

"I assume there's a reason you came in here other than to stare at me like I'm a piece of meat." He frowns then looks at the ground as he runs his hand through his hair.

"I want to explain what happened with Payton."

"Don't bother. It's none of my business who you have sex with." He looks up at me with his hand on the back of his neck and his brow creased.

"You really think that little of me… that I would sleep with you then go fuck her?"

"I don't know what to think. I don't know anything about you," I say grabbing a towel from the closet and wrapping it around myself.

"I'm not that cruel."

"Christian, you don't have to explain yourself to me. It's not like this was going anywhere. We we're just two horny people left alone in a hotel room that ended up having sex." I don't know if I'm trying to convince him or myself now. He looks confused and a little offended as he continues to stare at me.

"Look, let's just forget it even happened. I just want to have a good time celebrating with my best friend like I came here to do. You can fuck all the bridesmaids for all I care." Anger flashes in his eyes.

"I'm not going to fuck any of them. I don't have any desire to." I put my hands up to stop him.

"What you do doesn't concern me." He stares at me a second then his face softens and he sighs running his hand through his hair again. Must be something he does when he doesn't know what to say. We stand there silently, his eyes on the floor and mine on him.

"If that's all you came in here for, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me finish getting ready," I calmly say and he glances up at me then closes his eyes and nods.

"Of course. Sorry I bothered you." I give him a tight smile and he leaves shutting the door behind him. I close my eyes and fall back onto the bed. This is for the best. Then why do I feel like I just sent him away with a part of me. I wonder if he feels the same way. He did look hurt that I was brushing him off. You don't even know him. It's probably just a sexual attraction. But I could get to know him and see where it goes. It would never work. You live in LA and he lives in Seattle. Your schedule is booked for the next two months and he is a CEO of a billion dollar company. You would never see each other. That's true. I'm far too busy to date anyone, let alone a man that's just as busy and lives over a thousand miles away from me. Forget about last night. Throw on that dress and have some fun tonight because you aren't going to be getting out much soon. I take my own advice and push myself off the bed to finish getting ready. I won't let thoughts of Christian Grey ruin the rest of my weekend.

….

After the guys left, we ordered every appetizer on the menu from room service and a few bottles of champagne then we all sat on the couches to watch Kate open gift after gift of lingerie in different colors and styles. I know Elliot's going to love seeing her in each and every one of them. She was surprised to find the pink lacy outfit I got her accompanied with handcuffs and a small whip. Her jaw fell open and she pulled them out then stared at me in shock holding them up in both hands.

"I thought you and Elliot might enjoy some kinky sex on your honeymoon." I grin and take a sip from my glass. I'd like to have Christian handcuff and fuck me right about now. Stop thinking about him.

"I'm sure Elliot will be more than happy to make use of both of these," she says smiling as she puts them back in the box.

"Gross, that's my brother," Mia whines giving us a look of disgust. We all start laughing and teasing her and eventually Mia is laughing right along with us.

By the time we are done with presents, we've finished three bottles of champagne and have moved on to cosmos that Mia made for all of us. It's clear we're all starting to get drunk, because our voices are getting louder along with the music. I feel like I'm back in college drinking and talking with Kate and Trish at a party. It makes me dread tomorrow when I have to go back to LA. I've made some friends there, but none of them compare to Kate. She's like a sister to me. I'm brought back from my pity party when Kate brings up Christian.

"Elliot said he's never brought a girl home and shows no interest in the women that throw themselves at him. I suggested he was gay, but Elliot doesn't think so." I take a sip of my martini to hide the smile threatening to appear. Definitely not gay. He knows how to pleasure a female body far too well.

"It wouldn't surprise me. Every good looking man turns out to be gay, and Christian is one of the hottest guys I've ever seen," Trish says. I narrow my eyes at her. Back off, he's mine. He's not yours and you basically told him to have sex with her earlier. Thankfully I wipe the glare off my face before anyone sees.

"I heard you were coming out of his room a little under dressed last night, Payton. Did you get down and dirty with my future brother-in-law?" Kate asks with a smirk as Payton comes over to the couch with us. Her expression looks hurt, but it is quickly replaced with anger.

"He's an asshole," she states.

"What happened?" Trish asks turning towards Payton. I stare at her too, just as curious.

"Nothing. He's just a prick." She gets up and goes back over to the bar where Mia is shaking up more martinis clearly not wanting to talk about it. I wonder what he did that made her hate him so much. Kate watches her walk away then turns back to Trish and I and shrugs.

"Where are we going tonight?" Trish asks.

"We have passes to a couple clubs, but I was thinking we should crash the guys little shindig at the strip club first," Kate says with a devilish grin.

"That could be fun. I've never been to a strip club," Trish responds. Kate asks Mia and Payton what they think and they agree as well. Great, I guess avoiding Christian won't be as easy as I thought.