CPOV

The mind is such a powerful thing - the memories come crashing down on me as I slowly prepare to open the door to face Ana. She's going to have so many questions. Why did you leave me? Where did you go? What did you do?

I cringe when I think about what I've done and where I've been these past two years. My mind is racing once again, fighting good memories with bad ones...

"I did not give you permission to speak, Christian. Keep quiet unless you safe word. Are we clear? You may answer me," she said as I was bent over the whipping bench.

"Yes, Mistress, we are clear." My Mistress then proceeded to cane me. It was something I wanted, something I needed in order to tame the beast inside of me...or so I thought.

"Christian, we can't," Ana said as she giggled and looked around the isolated beach.

"Yes we can," I said as I grabbed the string of her bikini top and slowly laid her down in the sand.

"Oh Christian, yes," Ana moaned as I kissed her neck, working my way down to her beautiful exposed breasts."

"What do you mean 'power one' stroke rate? There's no such thing," I shouted to the spitfire.

"There is when I cox! Power one! Now!" the little cox shouted back at me.

Focus, Grey! Open the damn door!

I walk in and see what looks to be an empty office. I'm about to turn and leave when I feel it. That pull, that tugging sensation, that feeling that lets me know that she's near. I notice her chair is turned, it's facing the view outside the window and then I realize she is here, in that chair.

I look around. I'm so proud of Ana, she did what she set out to do. She wanted to get into publishing and she did it. I told her she could do anything once she set her mind on something. It's time to speak, Grey, it's now or never. I take a deep breath and go for it.

"I see you took it."

APOV

Oh. My. God. His voice still does things to me. I don't have to turn around to know that it's him.

"I took nothing from you," I say as I turn my chair from the view outside my window and face him, the man I haven't seen in two years. He stands before me looking even more beautiful than I remember.

"You're the one that took from me," I exclaim as I try to control my breathing.

You took my heart and soul!

"Easy, Firecracker, I was merely stating..."

"Do not call me that! I am Miss Steele to you and nothing more!"

"Forgive me, Miss Steele. I'm merely stating that you took my advice, you know...to go into publishing."

"Is that why you're here?! To state that I took your advice to go into publishing?! Well, you've done that and I thank you for your career guidance. Now if you'll please excuse me, I have a business to run," I say as I get lost in his grey eyes, just like I always do.

Shit!

What's wrong with me? He left me and yet he still does things to me.

Christian walks towards me and sits on the edge of my desk, facing me; I back away just a bit. I can smell his scent; it hasn't changed. I must be strong; I'm not a little girl anymore.

Please! You're only two years older and there's only one thing that's changed and that news will rock his world! You still love him! Deal with it and move on!

"Doesn't look like much of a business. Your building is empty. There's not much of a staff here," he says as he smiles his signature smile.

I melt inside, fighting every instinct I have, wanting him to take me, on my desk no less! What the hell is wrong with me? How can he still do this to me? Why can't I think with my head and not with my heart?! This man is not good for me! He left me!

"I let my staff go for the day. I wanted them to get an early start on their weekend. It's sort of a celebration. Not that it's any of your business."

"Well, since you have no staff, there's not much to do. Why not let me take you to lunch?"

"Lunch?! You leave me in the middle of the night and show up two years to the day that you left me and you want to take me to lunch? Are you mad?!" I ask as I stand to walk away.

Christian grabs my arm and tugs me towards him.

"Yes, I am mad. Mad about you, always have been, always will be. Kiss me, baby."

"Holy cow, you are mad! Get your hands off of me!" I say as I try to break free from his grip.

"I love you Ana, I've never stopped. Please. Kiss me," Christian says as he draws his face near mine. Are you freakin' kidding me? He wants me to kiss him? Just like that? I feel that heat, that same damn heat, and pull. Oh God! Help me.

No, I cannot do this. I have to remember the pain and anguish that he put me through. There will be no kissing!

My leg goes up and I knee him in the balls.

"Fucking hell! What the fuck! Are you crazy, Firecracker?!" Christian asks as he bends over in pain, cupping his balls.

"No, you're the crazy one thinking I'd go out to lunch with you! I said do not call me Firecracker!" I yell as I grab my bag. "You can see yourself out, I'm leaving," I say as I pass him. He's still hunched over breathing heavily, cupping his balls. Serves the sexy bastard right for what he did to me!

"Oh no you don't, woman. I came here to get what's mine and I'm going to get it!" he shouts as he grabs me once more.

"Let me go, you nut case!" I shout.

"Never, Ana, you're mine. Always!" he says as he kisses me.

"No, I'm not, I'm not yours," I say as I try once more to pull away.

"You are mine and I love you Ana," he says as he tries to kiss me once again.

"I don't believe you," I say as I turn my head.

He grabs my face, I look into his eyes and I'm lost.

"Believe it," he says and he kisses me again.

This time, I don't fight to pull away, the memories of our love come rushing back. The tears begin to flow.

I do love him and I know he loves me, but why did he leave me? For the moment, I can't think about that. The sad part is, once he knows the truth about me, he will not only stop loving me, he will hate me. I will enjoy this kiss and burn it in my memory, forever.

A/N

Yeah, yeah, I know Ana gave in much too soon but it's not going to be all peaches and cream. Sorry for the short update, please review and I'll try to get the next chapter going as soon as possible. Thanks again for your support.

Rosie