*Disclaimer: Although I own the rights to this fanfiction, I do not own the characters (even though I truly wished I owned Christian Grey lol) and I do not own the books, etc.

*Synopsis: (AU) – Anastasia Steele (24) is swamped in student loans and college costs and is at the verge of being dropped out of her classes, nearly graduating. Her long time friend, Jose Rodriguez (27) suggests his aunt Elena's exotic BDSM themed night club and helps Ana to get the job as a bartender. When one of the main show girls, Leila Williams (25) gets fired, Christian Grey (26), is left without a partner. Elena is then forced to approach Ana to take the slot. Will Ana take Elena's offer? Or will she run for the hills? OOC/HEA.

A/N: Jesus, guys! You all continue to blow me away! Lol. So a lot of you suspect Derek will be used in the tactic of getting back at Christian, and (SPOILER ALERT) you are right. Derek will be helping Leila out. But for now, let's take a break from the villians and enjoy a lovely romantic chapter, compliments of Christian Grey, with the help of Jose. Christian is definitely going to try hearts and flowers, but the real question is, once he tries it, will he be able to give Anastasia up like he had planned originally? Find out ;) Enjoy! And i know this could probably be a little more romantic, but i wrote it to my liking, and only hope that you all like it too. Please excuse any errors. There will be music used in this chapter, which I have the song listed below. XOXO!

OH, and the restaurant and dancing club in this chapter are both made up because my phone is being stupid and I couldn't do much research lol. Sorry.

-Chapter 14—Hearts and Flowers-

Christian POV

I'm seated in a booth in the back of the cafe that Jose had agreed to meet me at. My insides have been twisting since I've left the university, not only because of Ana, but because of Leila. I know she's up to no good. Perhaps plotting a million ways to get back at me for denying her. It's all a part of her sadistic nature, I know. I've denied her before when I was her sub, and the outcome was quite cruel.

She has no soul. Her heart doesn't even beat, because if it did, she would not continue this behavior. In the end, I fear for what she may do to Anastasia, rather than for myself. I could care less what she does to me, as long as she leaves Ana out of it. But I know for a fact that that would be impossible for her to do. Ana is her target as well as I am because I denied Leila for her. And to make matters worse, Derek Steele, Ana's stepbrother and attacker is now a part of this whole mess, I'm sure of it.

But right now, I shake away those thoughts and remind myself that I have placed Sawyer and Hendricks to follow Anastasia for the time being to protect her. She may not know that, and I'm sure if she found out that she would be pretty upset about it, but I don't care. All I care about is keeping Ana safe. This is my mess, after all. I've caused this.

Taylor is keeping tabs on Derek and Leila with a couple of other men from the security company. Hopefully until I can find a way to remove Leila and Derek fully out of the picture, forever. I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm not planning on killing them. What kind of man do you think I am? I'm no killer, that's for sure, not saying that I don't think about doing it, though. If ever the situation comes down to it, and I am forced to take such action in way of protecting Anastasia, then I will.

It's been an hour since I've arrived, and Jose still hasn't showed up. Granted, I arrived earlier than we had planned by twenty minutes. But I suddenly get the feeling that Jose may not show up at all. Well, I think that last thought until finally he thrusts through the door in a rush. I stand to show him where I'm seated and motion for him. He nods and makes his way over to my table and it is now that I realize that he's sweating and out of breath. Perhaps he ran the whole way here.

"Sorry, I'm late. Traffic jams totally suck." he smiles, waving towards a waitress to grab her attention, then turns back to me. "So... what's up?"

Okay, this is harder than I thought it would be. I thought that I would just come here, meet Jose, and ask him a few questions about Anastasia to help me plan something truly special for our last night together intimately, but now, my tongue seems to be glued to the roof of my mouth.

Jose raises a brow, and tilts his head to the side as his eyes narrow. "Chris? You okay? You don't look like yourself. Are you sick?"

I suppose it's time to just go for the kill. No reason to act like a teenage boy with a crush. Just let it all out, Grey. "Tell me what you know about Miss Steele's likes and dislikes."

Jose freezes, eyes wide and mouth gaped open. Once he closes his mouth, the corners of his mouth begin to twitch into a smile. "So this is what it's about. Anastasia? Wow. Where to begin." he shakes his head and chuckles as the waitress comes upon our table, taking our orders.

Once she disappears, I sit up in my chair and lean forward, placing my elbows onto the table and tuck my clasped hands under my chin. "It's not what you think, Mr. Rodriguez. Please don't question my reasons." I pause briefly, sitting back as the waitress brings our drinks, sitting them down and returning to the back of the cafe. "Tell me."

He laughs. "Okay. What all do you want to know?"

"Favorite food." I murmur.

"Hmm. That's a tough one. Ana isn't too picky when it comes to food, and Lord knows she can eat and eat and never gain a fucking pound. But if I were to pick, she does bask in the ambiance of a nice Chinese restaurant. But nothing too fancy. She's not the fancy type." he rolls his eyes. "That first night I brought her to Floggers, it took me forever to get her ass into a dress, rather than jeans and T."

I nod, taking a casual sip from my coffee. "Okay. Favorite music?"

"Seriously, what is this all about, Christian? Are you interested in her or something? Is that why you're asking these questions?" he asks, crossing his arms as he leans back into his seat. I give Jose a warning glance and wave my hand for him to proceed to answer the question I asked. He rolls his eyes and sighs. "Fine. Favorite music. Hmmm. Well, I guess it depends on the occasion." he shrugs. "She doesn't really have a favorite type of music. She'll listen to just about anything as long as it's not Bluegrass, of course." he adds with a chuckle.

Well, that works out perfectly...

I clear my throat and think of another question to ask. "Favorite flower."

"White Field Lillies."

I raise a brow.

"They grow wildly all around the ranch where her mother and step-thingy live. I go down there with her when she visits them on holidays and the Fields behind the house are covered in assortments of gold, red, and white Field Lillies. She can sit in the field and read a book all damn day if you let her." he scoffs with a smile.

"So she likes being out in open fields?" I ask, more in way of confirming it than anything. And her mother is rich? Something that I will have to ask once I'm alone with Ana.

He nods. "Yup. It's her safe haven. If she only knew where the fields were around here, she would probably stay out there. Of course, the only type of flowers you see there are a combination of purple wild flowers, baby's breath and dandelion's." he chuckles. "And I doubt they are as beautiful around here as they are in Georgia. But still, she would go just because. Believe it or not, Ana is a country girl at heart. She just hides behind the city exterior to fit in."

I smile, as I put together what I've learned about her into one big romantic evening. It may not be something that I would normally do or even think of doing at all, but for her, I believe I would do anything. Else, I wouldn't be sitting here across from Mr. Rodriguez, asking him about his long time friend and roommate. "Thanks for meeting me on such short notice, Jose. I do believe I will be going now. I have a meeting to attend within the hour." I nod in way of saying good-bye.

We both stand and shake hands and I allow Jose to lead the way out as I throw down money onto the table and walk out. I get into my car and head towards GEH, but along the way, I pull up my contacts using the buttons on my steering column, and hit the send button on Taylor's name.

"Sir."

"Taylor, I need you to go by The Red Box and pick up a dozen of white Field Lillies. Then, I need you to call Gail and let her know that I will not be eating at home tonight, and she has the rest of the day off. That will be all."

"Yes sir, Mr. Grey, sir."

"Thank you, Taylor." and with that, I hang up then dial Andrea at the office. She answers on the first ring. Good.

"Grey Enterprises. This is Andrea, how may I help you?"

"Andrea, hello. Are you busy at this moment?"

"No, sir. Not at all. What can I do for you, Mr. Grey?"

I smile, thinking about what Jose said about Ana. "I need you to make a reservation for two at the Red Dragon, but make sure it's for around nine. I'll be picking up my company at eight and it's hard telling how traffic will be by that time."

"Yes, sir. Anything else?"

"No, Andrea. Thank you. I should be there shortly." Again, I hang up and continue my drive to GEH with one big gigantic smile on my face.

Ana POV

I finally finish my classes for today and walk straight out to my car. Okay, I'm skipping, not walking. But I just can't help it. Once Christian left the library, I felt like a million bucks. Not only did he kiss me with the biggest passion ever, but he plans on taking me out tonight before we try to forget the relations we shared together.

I know it sounds pretty horrible. But what's one night? One night to show him my love without words. One night of sharing unforgettable passion together. One night of no regrets. Just one more night of having Christian Grey as mine. I want nothing more out of this night, from this last encounter, other than him never being able to forget me. To actually feel... more.

My phone pings, letting me know that I have received a text. Stopping in front of my car, I pull out my phone and smile. It's Christian.

Dress casually, but nice. I'm taking you to dinner first. See you at 8. —C

I can't help the giggle that escapes me as I read it again. It's like I'm a teenager again, crushing over the football captain. Then my smile fades. I don't have anything with the words 'casual' and 'nice' in the same sentence.

All of my casual clothes are pretty much... well, plain out casual. Nothing nice about them. Maybe nice enough to crawl up into bed and read a book. I sigh. What the hell am I going to wear? Maybe I can find something once I get back to my apartment. I throw my backpack into my trunk, then get in my car, tossing my books into the passenger seat and drive off towards my apartment.

Once back at my apartment, I don't even take the time to grab my backpack and books. Instead, I run inside with four hours to be prepared for Christian. I frantically unlock my door, pushing it open and closed just as quickly as opening it, then run for my bedroom. I grab every outfit out of my closet and throw them onto the bed. I also scan my underwear collection in hopes to find a simple, lacy set to wear, but all of my lace sets have been worn and tossed into the hamper.

Fuck!

Oh, wait. I found a white lace set. Thank God! Whew... Glad that problem was solved.

I take my underwear to the bathroom and sit them on the sink with a towel and wash rag before returning back into my bedroom and to the closet vomit laying on my bed.

I search through various clothing, holding each item up to myself in front of my floor mirror. Each one I disapprove of, I toss into the floor. I will just have to pick them back up later.

Once all of my clothing has been gone through and thoroughly inspected, I finally decide to call Kate, since she has an amazing taste in fashion. She answers on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Kate." I whine. "I need you."

She giggles, whispering to someone that she's talking to me, then sighs. "What's going on, doll face?"

"How fast can you come by here?" I sigh, as I plop down onto my now clean bed.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Uhm... well, I—"

"Oh, spit it out. It's obviously not yours, kiddo." she laughs.

"I've got a date tonight, and I have absolutely nothing to wear that doesn't say 'I'm going to Church.' Please say that you can help me before I have a major panic attack."

She laughs, again, only even harder this time. "Good grief, Ana. Okay. Give me about an hour and I'll be over. I'll bring a few things with me. What size are you? A four? Maybe five?"

"Yeah. A four, I mean."

"And where is your date taking you?"

"I'm not sure. All Christian said was—"

"Christian? Like, our boss Christian? Elliot's brother Christian? CEO of Grey Enterpr—"

"Yes! Okay! Damn! Yes, all of what you mentioned, Kate. Yes."

"Okay, and I'm hearing about this now, because?"

I sigh. Jesus H. Christ! She's killing me. "I just found out myself not too long ago, Kate. And he's going to be here at eight, so I have a little over three hours to get ready. And please don't tell Elliot. Its not like it's anything special like that." At least, you don't have to know that... "He sent me a text and said to wear something casual, yet nice."

I can hear a shuffling in the background, followed by an 'Ah-ha!' "Casual, yet nice. Got it. And I think I have the perfect outfit for you, but just in case, I'll bring over a few to choose from. See ya in an hour, toots."

Toots? Really? The phone goes dead and I look at it as if it were the most evil brand of technology ever, even though Kate was the reason for the phone hanging up. I sigh, as I make my way into the shower. Hopefully Kate will be here by the time I get out.

Once showered and dressed into my white lace bra and panties, I blow dry my hair and rub lotion on my freshly shaved legs. I grab my body spray, spraying my wrists and neck with it. Mmm, sweat pea... I truly love the scent. By this time, it's five-thirty. I blame my brief nap in the bath tub after I shaved my legs before I turned the shower on to wash the rest of the way off.

I grab my silver silk robe once toweled off, and return to my bedroom when the door buzzer goes off. Awesome! Right on time.

I open the door to big ball of clothing with two arms and hands wrapped around them with legs poking out from under them. My eyes widen. "Kate? Holy... crap! What the..."

She pushes by me and walks straight to my bedroom, dropping the big ball of various fabric onto the middle of my bed. I close the door and follow her into the bedroom, picking up all of my clothes that I just so politely threw all over the floor, putting them back on hangers and folded into drawers.

She claps her hands, spinning her heels to face me. "Okay." she sighs. "I brought over everything I know that relates to nice and casual. You go ahead and start looking through them, and I will be right back after I grab the shoes I brought with me from the car."

My mouth literally drops. What did she do? Bring her entire wardrobe over? I nod, pinching the bridge of my nose, exasperated. How in the hell am I going to go through all of these clothes and still have time to actually get ready?

I pick up a little black strapless chiffin dress with a skirt that would probably come to my upper thighs. I laugh. The typical little black dress theory. But I'm not planning on going out to a club, and I'm wearing white underwear, so, I toss it to the side. I repeat the same steps, I pick up something, look at it for a moment, and then toss it to the side. I'm beginning to think that this is truly hopeless.

"I'm back." Kate says in a singsong tone as she enters the front door again. She walks into the bedroom carrying like seven pairs of shoes, all inside of boxes. I whine, throwing myself back onto the bed, grabbing a silk white sleeve and wave it in the air like a flag. "I give up."

Kate laughs. "Don't be silly. Get up. Come on. Up, up, up!"

I stand and my body slouches in a defeated way, popping my lower lip out in a pout. She rolls her eyes and starts grabbing three outfits at a time, holding them up to me as she hums her disapproval's before tossing them to the side. I think my mind goes to sleep or something because the next thing I know, I'm jumping from being startled by Kate's shout. "Perfect!"

"Ahh! Good God, Kate. You fucking scared me." I say, clinging my hand to my chest.

She laughs, throwing her head back in the process. "Sorry. But I'm happy to say that I've found the perfect dress. It's casual. It's sweet, which should count for nice, right?" I look at the dress in her hands in awe. It's truly beautiful. "Annnd, since it's warmed up some outside, you don't even need a coat. But I have the perfect white sweater just in case."

"Thanks, Kate. It's beautiful. I don't know what to else to say."

"Ah, it's nothing, Ana. Oh, and luckily for you, I have the perfect flats to go with the dress. You go ahead and put on the dress, and I will find those shoes." she says with a smile.

I grab the dress, wrapping my arms around her as I hug her tightly. "Thank you. You're truly a life saver right now."

She shrugs, like there's nothing to it, then shoo's me away with her hands. I run into the bathroom, yanking off my robe and hanging it up, unclasp my bra and remove it too, because the dress is strapless, then I slip on the dress. Since there's a zipper on the side, I don't have to worry about needing help zipping it up.

I pull at the front to make sure it's covering my boobs, then do a little giggle to make sure that they don't fall out. They totally pass the test, and I smile, staring at the beauty of the dress. It's a peach pink strapless dress with crème colored floral lace that covers the entire dress. It goes about mid-thigh and the skirt is a little frilly, but not overdone.

I decide on leaving my hair down and pull out my curling iron from the bathroom closet. While I wait for it to warm up, I brush my teeth and put in my contacts. I grab my make-up bag, what little make-up I do have, and begin applying a pale pink shadow with a touch of light brown for the smokey look. I trace my eyelids with a thin line of black eyeliner and then apply some black mascara. I grab my pink glass and apply it lightly onto my lips. And last, but not least, I take my index finger into my mouth and wrap my lips around it, pulling my finger back out to grab the access gloss from the inside of my lips then smile.

I curl my hair to give it a little bounce, but not much, then I turn off the iron and check my phone. Damn... It seems like time is going ever so slowly. I still have another hour and a half before Christian gets here. I sigh, returning into the bedroom and Kate gasps. Slowly a smile creeps up onto her lips and she squeals in delight. "Amazing! You look fan-fucking-tastic!"

"Thank you. But I couldn't have done it without a fashion queen by my side." I say in my best impression of a British accent, and curtsy.

She curtsy's back and we both burst into a fit of giggles. "Oh, your shoes!" she breathes, grabbing a pair of crème colored lace flats, and I slip them on. We make our way into the kitchen where we spend the next hour talking about our employment at Floggers, what I plan after graduation, and, of course, her and Elliot's plan to run off to Vegas to elope rather than have a wedding over our third cup of hot tea.

She looks down at her phone and gasps. "Damn. I gotta go. Elena is going to be pissed if I'm late again. Besides, I'm covering the bar and dancing tonight since you're going out on a date." She smiles, getting up out of her chair when realization hits me.

"What about your clothes?" I ask.

"I'll come back by tomorrow and pick them up, that way, you can give me all of the juicy details of your date." she giggles, opening the door and my eyes go wide when I see Christian standing on the other side. And from the looks of his expression, he totally approves my clothing.

Kate holds onto the door for longer than she really needs to, staring at him, then says, "Well, I guess I will be on my way, then. You two have a nice time." she steps out and turns towards me. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Bye, Ana." and with that, she skips off towards her car.

Christian chuckles, pulling out the most beautiful bouquet of white Field Lillies from behind his back, handing them to me. I gasp with a smile. "Oh, wow. Thank you." I murmur, sniffing the flowers. "Uhm... would you like to come in? I should put these into water, and I have to grab my coat."

He nods and I step back to let him in then I close the door. "You look breathtaking this evening, Miss Steele."

"Thank you." I smile, feeling my cheeks heat up by his words. "You don't look so bad yourself." I whisper. And I totally am not lying. He's wearing a pair of dark faded blue jeans, black boots, a light blue plaid cotton long sleeved button up T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His outfit is topped off with a gray cotton button up vest. He looks like one of those sexy professor's you read about in novels. The one's who fall in love with a student.

I put the flowers into vase after filling it up with water, sitting it in the middle of the kitchen table before sprinting back into my bedroom for my coat. I hang it over my forearm, my hands clasped in front of me, and return to the kitchen. He extends an arm out to me.

"Ready?" he asks with that delicious, velvety baritone voice. I bite my lip, nodding as I wrap my arm into his. We walk out and I briefly allow my arm to untangle from his so that I can lock the door. I go to slide my arm back in his, but instead, he grabs my hand, entwining our fingers together as we stride out towards his car. Only, it's not his car. Nor Taylor's SUV. Instead, what awaits us is a Harley Davidson.

I believe things just got interesting.

Christian POV

I can't help but smile at Ana's reaction to the motorcycle. But I couldn't help myself. It's been ages, it feels like, since I've climbed on the back of my 2007 Harley. She's a little old, but she's a smooth ride. Almost as if she were brand new, even though I bought her for myself on my twentieth birthday. Purs and vibrates as if it were the first time. She's a true beauty with her chrome and black leather exterior.

I walk over to the bike and grab both helmets I brought with me for the occasion. I turn to face Ana, and I place the helmet onto her head, causing a beautiful rosie blush to bloom upon her creamy flawless skin. Fastening the helmet, I stick two fingers under the strap that trails across the underside of her chin. It's not too tight. But not loose, either.

I pull my helmet on and I hear her angelic, soft voice as the strap locks with a click. "Should I go change into something else? I don't know if I should be wearing a dress on a motorcycle."

I shake my head, grasping her left hand with my right, bringing it up to my lips where I plant a soft chaste kiss against her delicate knuckles. She blushes again, and this time, I chuckle. "You're fine. More than fine, actually, Anastasia." I murmur, scanning her body slowly, down, then back up as I say the words.

She giggles. "If I were to guess, I believe you are hitting on me, Mr. Grey."

"I believe you may be right, Miss Steele. Shall we?" I smile, extending my hand out to her in way of assisting her up onto the motorcycle. She takes her right foot, using it to step up onto the foot peg, then throws her left leg over with a squeal of embarrassment because her skirt rode up nearly kissing her hips. She frantically tugs down on the skirt of her dress so that it now rests onto her upper thigh as I climb on in front of her.

She pulls on her sweater, and I turn the key in the ignition, rewarded with a loud rumbling growl. I kick up the stand, and reach behind me until I find her hands. "Hold onto me as tight as you can." I yell over my shoulder over the loud purring of my bike to her. I give her hands one last before placing them onto my stomach, and she squeezes lightly to assure me that she's ready to go.

I twist the throttle, pushing off with me feet, then rest them on the foot pegs as the bike takes off towards the busy streets of the city. She squeals out a laugh. "Christian, this is so wonderful. Truly an amazing experience that I will remember for the rest of my life."

I smile. That's what I was hoping for, Miss Steele. I say to myself. I chose not to say the words out loud because I want her to enjoy herself tonight. So far, so good!

The Red Dragon is one of my favorite Chinese spots in Seattle. It kind of stands out with its bright red neon 'Red Dragon' sign, labeled right above the Cherry Wood door. Black Chinese symbols are written beautifully on different areas of the tan and gold building. Red Chinese lantern lights hang from the roof on both sides of the door. And the smell of food hits your senses before you get about a foot in front of the door. The food here is delicious, as well as the service is pretty amazing, and I only hope that Anastasia loves it as much as I do.

When we enter, we're greeted by a short beautiful woman, wearing a red and white Han Fu robe. I assist Ana in removing her coat, and I hang it up in the coat closet. I tell the waitress my name and she smiles, grabbing a couple of menu's and leads us to a table near the back.

I find myself staring at Anastasia. Studying her, really, to see if there are any signs that she may not be enjoying herself. But she smiles a genuine smile with a blush.

"Why are you staring at me?" she asks.

I smile. Because I feel normal whenever I'm with you. "Because you're beautiful. You always take manage to take my breath away every time I see you, it seems." Her face falls with a giggle, but I know that she's trying to hide the fact that she's blushing uncontrollably. "I suppose we should order soon so that I can take you dancing."

"Dancing?" she murmurs, raising her head finally to meet my eyes.

"Dancing." I smile.

It's silent while we look over our menus. Every now and then, I'll glance up at Anastasia. Did you know that her face scrunches up beautifully when she's deep in thought? It's quite adorable, if you ask me.

"You ready to make order?" the waitress says after a few more minutes of scanning our menus. I nod and look over at Ana, and she grins an All-American smile.

"Uhm... I'll have the Chicken Lo Mein. Two Eggrolls with sweet and sour sauce on the side. Thank you." she says, handing the waitress her menu.

I order the same because I'm not really picky when it comes to their amazing Chinese cuisine. I hand the waitress my menu, and once again, Ana and I are alone.

While we wait for our food, we ask each other questions, trying to really get to know each other well. I've found that she were raised in an unhealthy environment while living with her mother in Vegas because of the men she brought into their lives in between husbands. She said that her mother believes in grabbing a rich man and making it work out so that she didn't have to work for the longest time. She said that her mother did it for her. But Ana thought differently.

She tells me about Ray, and how close they are even though he is not her biological father. He adopted her because they shared a wonderful father/daughter bond, and they were inseparable, even after Carla, her mother, divorced him. She stayed behind to be around Ray because he showed her love when her mother did not, and that truly irritates me to the very core. Who could not love Anastasia?

She talks about how she met Jose that same year moving in with Ray, and they've been close ever since. Then she shocks the living hell out of me she tells me that Jose was the one who took her virginity.

"Oh my God." she says, covering her mouth. "I totally didn't... I am so sorry. I did not mean for that to slip up at all. I know you are probably thinking that I am just one of those desperate girls who just wanted to get laid. But I sincerely tell you that I was completely drunk off my ass and I don't fully remember everything and I... Jose is gay and—"

I burst out laughing at how beautiful she is when she rambles. That, I've learned, that she daes that when flustered with embarrassment. She narrows her eyes at me, and I wipe my eyes because they have become wet with tears from laughing so hard. "You're amazing, you know that?" I chuckle.

She smiles, blushing. "Thank you."

Finally, our food arrives and we both thank the waitress and begin eating.

The meal was over-all, interesting and very active with a few flirtatious gestures along the way. Although we are eating the same dinner, we tend to feed each other bites. Then we both attempt eating with chopsticks. Wrong move, because we are truly horrible at it. But on the bright side, it gives the rest of this dinner something to laugh at, whether it's her laughing at me, or me laughing at her.

Luckily, our clothes are still in tip top shape, without one bit of food on them. Honestly, that surprises me because once the chop sticks were pulled out, we were totally messy.

At the end of our meal, we both stand and head towards the front to pay for the food. Arm in arm, we stroll out the door towards the motorcycle and put on our helmets before straddling the seat. She clings to me, wrapping her arms around me tightly, and I can't help it, but I grab her hand and bring it up to my lips, kissing it gently. "Ready for phase two?" I ask, and she laughs.

"Yes!" she shouts over the roar of the bike when I turn over the key.

We take off in the direction of a little outdoor Spanish dancing club called Bailando Con Las Estrellas, which means 'Dancing With The Stars' in Spanish. No, not the damn TV show. A club, and I suppose it's called that because you outdoors.

We arrive not long after after leaving the Chinese restaurant and once Ana gets off the bike, her eyes become wide.

"What is it?" I ask, removing my helmet, hanging it on the handle on the bike, then kick down the stand. I grab her hands and try to get her to look at me, but she is frozen on place. Suddenly, a smile spreads across her face and she finally turns towards me, pointing at the bright pink sign posted on the front of the club. "They're playing a local cover band tonight that I adore. 311 are like my favorite band, ever." she says, excitedly. I sigh in relief and she tugs on my hands. "Come on! I don't want to miss them."

I laugh and let her lead me inside.

Once inside, we head straight out the back way where all of the music and dancing are taking place. It's quite beautiful, actually. Dimly lit lights, tiny round tables for two along the tan concrete walls of the boxed in yard. Rubber mat's make up the floor and a small side bar is in one of the corners of the boxed in area. A small stage at the very end has a band playing some pretty good stuff. May not be my favorite type of music, but it's beautifully played regardless.

The drummer takes us into a new song by the time we make it to the dance floor, followed by a bass guitar. The guitar comes in smoothly, strumming a tropical-like beat. A melody similar to Spanish music, but not quite. Ana pulls me more into the crowd, but I stop, abruptly, and pull her back until her body is flush against mine. She gasps, and I smile, sliding my left hand to the small of her back. I cup her left hand with my right and we begin to sway when the lyrics of the song come in.

"Whenever I'm alone with you..."

(music)

"You make me feel like I am home again..."

God only knows how true those lyrics are when I'm around Anastasia. I twirl her out from me, slightly dipping her, then pull her back against me, only this time, both of her arms wrap around my neck and my hands are resting on her hips.

Our eyes are locked as we sway to the beat of the music, then I spin Ana around, her back is flush against my front, and I wrap my arms around her waist, entwining our fingers together as I hold her body close to me. She smells truly divine. I reach up with one hand and push her hair away from one of her shoulders, exposing her beautiful neck to me. She leans her head back onto my shoulder, swaying with me as we become lost in the music.

I know that people are beginning to stare at us, as I can feel their gazes burning into me. But I don't care. I want people to see me with Anastasia. I want them to know that she belongs to me. I spin her out again, and pull her back against me when the chorus booms into life.

"However far away, I will always love you..."

"However long I stay, I will always love you..."

"Whatever words I say, I will always love you..."

"I will always love you..."

(guitar solo)

I dip her back slowly, grabbing the bend of her leg and pulling her leg up to my hip. My other arm is wrapped around her body to keep her falling. She smiles that all white, straight tooth smile, and tilts her head back further, her hair touching the floor. Slowly, she raises her head, our noses touch and I raise her the rest of the way up into a standing position, still holding her leg up to my hip. Our eyes lock yet again.

The hand I have on her leg slides up to her hip, my other hand sliding up to the nape of her neck and I pull her towards me for a kiss. What starts out soft and gentle, turns desperate and hard to point of bruising our lips. Her arms wrap around my neck tighter and we just stand there, surrounded by dancing couples, making out like horny teenagers. My hands move all over her body and hers find a place into my hair, tugging gently in way of asking for more.

I break the kiss, resting my head against hers. "You want to get out of here?"

She nods, panting from the passionate kiss. I grab her hand and pull her off the dance floor, through the club until we are back out into the parking lot. I'm glad to see that Taylor has took the motorcycle and left his black Audi SUV. Ana looks at me, puzzled and I shrug.

"I sent Taylor a text during dinner when you went to the ladies room. He took the bike upon my request. Besides, I would hate for you to get sick in this cold night air, Anastasia."

She nods, biting that lip, and I lose all control by that one tiny gesture. I bend my head, taking her bottom lip into my mouth and I suck and nibble on it, granted a soft moan escaping her lips. Once I release it, I open the passenger side door for her and hold out my hand to assist her inside. She giggles, taking my hand as she playfully curtsy's. "Thank you, fine sir."

"My pleasure, Madam." I say as I bow. We laugh and she gets inside of the vehicle.

I stroll around the SUV and get in, only to find that Ana is staring at me with hooded eyes whilst she bites her bottom lip. I believe she's doing this now on purpose, for she knows what that gesture does to me. "Take me home, Christian." she breathes, and it almost sounds like a moan. Of course, the sound of her voice goes directly to my dick and I quickly start the vehicle and yank the gear into reverse.

I practically fall out of the vehicle once we arrive to Escala, and I run around the SUV to open the door for Ana. She slides out smoothly, smiling. I close the door and take her hand into mine, and we walk in silence to the elevator. The static of electricity begins building while we wait and the moment the doors open, Ana shoves me inside, against the back wall and crushes her lips against mine.

The jolts of electricity running through my body, turn into pools of fire. She climbs up my body, and my hands instantly cup her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist, grinding herself against me. When I gasp a groan, she darts her tongue out, tracing my lips before colliding it with mine. She sucks, nibbles, and licks my tongue, and God does it feel good.

No, it actually feels better than any other time I've kissed her. Why? Because the greatest gift I could ever give to Anastasia tonight, is every ounce of control. She calls the shots tonight. She controls where this goes, although, I'm pretty sure where it's going. She has a free card to do with me as she will. Tonight, I am hers.

The elevator dings, indicating that we've arrived to my penthouse. Still kissing, I carry her out of the elevator and into the foyer, where I finally place her down onto her feet, breaking the kiss. "Would you like a drink?" I ask, my voice is shaky and rasped.

She nods, walking over to the piano while I head into the kitchen.

"Do you still play?" shes asks, her voice reflecting a hint of excitement.

I chuckle with a nod, taking a sip of my wine before sitting my glass down onto the piano. "I do."

"Will you play me something?" she turns as I hand her a glass of Red Wine.

I sigh with a faded smile. "If you would like for me to, then yes. Any requests?" I say as I sit onto the bench in front of my piano.

She leans on the side and twists her mouth as if in deep thought. Taking a sip of her wine, she smiles. "What about that song we danced to tonight? Can you play it? Or do you have to have the notes on paper?"

"I play by sound, not what's written in front of me." I smile. "But for you, I will try. Perhaps it may help if you hum the tune for me."

She presses her lips into a fine line then sighs as she begins humming the melody of the chorus of the song we danced to tonight. I tap on keys until I find the right tune to match the melody and begin playing it slowly. The words to the song come back to haunt me.

"However far away, I will always love you..."

"However long I stay, I will always love you..."

"Whatever words I say, I will always love you..."

"I will always love you..."

Love... The word I loathed for so long, yet my heart beats a little bit faster whenever I'm around Ana.

Love... The emotion I banned to feel ever again because of the lies that hid behind the word whenever somebody said it to me that weren't family.

Love... The one thing I found to be foolish. That it was crazy to even think of falling in love.

Love is exactly what I feel. It radiates off her body like some sort of vortex, sucking me in deep.

She closes her eyes and begins to sway, clutching her wine glass against her chest. I stop playing and stand, walking over to her. I take her glass and sit it next to mine on the piano, sliding my arms around her from behind at the same time. I push her hair away from one shoulder and begin trailing kisses up to her neck as I sway with her in my arms, humming the tune in the process into her ear.

She turns her head, fluttering her hooded eyes. We stay like this for what seems like an eternity, then I slowly tilt my head and press my lips to hers, pouring every emotion I feel into this kiss.

Her body turns into mine as our kiss deepens. I pull away from the kiss, bending down enough to cradle her in my arms as I effortlessly lift her up into my arms bridal style. Our lips lock for yet another kiss, her hands cupping my face as our mouths mold together. I carry her to my room, but I take my time, for I want this to last, then kick the door closed behind me.

Laying her down on the bed, I pull away again and begin unbuttoning my vest, painfully slow, as I gaze into her ocean blue eyes. She pushes herself up onto her elbows and her legs squeeze together telling me she's affected by me as much as I'm affected by her.

Removing my vest, I toss it onto a nearby chair and start on my shirt, slowly popping each button carefully. She swallows hard, rubbing her palms onto the bed, itching to touch me. Once all of the buttons on my shirt are unbuttoned, I leave the shirt on for a little while longer as I stalk towards her, reaching out my hand to her.

She takes it and I pull her up off the bed, our lips connecting again. She lays her palms flat onto my chest as our tongues dance in a sea of passion, slowly gliding them up to my shoulders. She pushes the fabric off my shoulders, and into the floor as she kisses down my neck to my chest. I cup her face with my right hand, and slide my left hand to the side of her body where the zipper begins. Agonizingly slowly, I catch the zipper between my index and middle fingers, gliding my hand down the side of her body, unzipping the dress at the same time.

It loosens and drops off her body, exposing her beautiful perky breasts and white lace panties. My jaw clenches and my eyes close. If I want to take things slowly with her tonight, then I'll have to control myself before I rip the rest of her clothing off. She reaches my belt at the same time I reach for her breasts, cupping them into my hands, kneading them gently as she unfastens my belt, gazing deeply into the windows of my soul. I wonder what she sees when she looks into the depths of me. I wonder if she could ever love me. But then again, who could ever love a beast? Who could love someone like me after everything I've done? I'm a selfish man, though, and I find myself wanting her to love me anyways.

She pulls my belt out from the loops and drops it onto the floor. With shaky hands, she unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper, only to have my pants fall down to my ankles. I step out of them and wrap my arms around her tiny frame, walking us back to the bed. My lips come down onto hers, and I slowly make love to her mouth.

A soft moan transfers from her mouth into mine, and I groan in response as I gently lay her back onto the bed. I spread her legs apart with my knees and trail kisses down her jaw, moving closer to her ear. "You're truly the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, Anastasia." I whisper into her ear as I nibble and suck on it. She releases a shuddering breath, her body trembling underneath my touch.

I move my kisses to the top swell of her breasts, licking and sucking on her heated flesh along the way. I wrap my fingers around her wrists which are laying on the bed by her sides and slowly trail my hands up to her shoulders.

Her hands shakily come up to cup my face, caressing my cheeks softly as I gaze into her eyes. Her breathing has increased into shuddering pants. She pulls me down to her and our mouths part at the same time as our tongues dart out, touching, in a slow, passionate kiss.

Her fingers curl into my hair and I move down, past her neck, to her breasts, taking one erect nipple into my mouth as I cup the other breast into my hand. She arches her back, moaning in response and I smile against her breast as I begin licking the swollen nub. Her body begins writhing under me as my lips close over the other nipple, sucking it gently into my mouth.

"Oh dear God!" she mumbles softly under her breath and it channels directly to my painfully erect cock. Fuck! I hope God has mercy on me because this woman is about to bring me to my knees... literally.

Ana POV

Every thing we did tonight—the Field Lillie, the Chinese dinner, and the dancing—it all defined as things that I love. Tonight is truly perfect in every way imaginable. I think I love him even more for tonight.

And now?

This man... this beautiful, passionateman is making the most beautiful love to my body in ways unexplainable. He's worshipping me as if I were some type of goddess from the Heavens above. Taking his sweet—agonizingly slow—time with me as he trails sexy open mouth kisses all over my flat stomach. His tongue dips into my bellybutton and I raise up off the bed from how intimate that kiss feels. It send jolts of electricity directly into my core.

I fall back onto the bed, my hair sprawled out onto the pillows as he comes closer and closer to my most sensitive flesh. He traces the outline of the lace panties I'm wearing with his tongue, then hooks two thumbs into the waistband of my panties at my hips, slowly—oh, so fucking painfully slowly—down my legs. He removes my flats at the same time of removing my panties and begins kissing his way up, beginning with the soles of my feet.

Most people would find that intimate gesture to be repulsive. Me? I find it fucking sexy as hell. And this is the first time I've ever been kissed like this on my feet. His eyes dart back up to meet mine as he sucks my big toe into his mouth, grazing the pad of it with his teeth. My eyes roll into the back of my head and fire ignites from between my legs.

He licks his way up my instep, planting delicious open mouthed kisses, slowly, all the way up my leg. He repeats this process on my other foot and leg until his lips meet my upper thigh.

"Oh my God, Christian." I gasp when he barely sinks his teeth into my thigh. I'm clawing at the sheets beneath me. I'm teetering on the edge of a very high precipice, becoming closer and closer to falling off the edge. He falls to his knees at the end of the bed, his mouth agape, his eyes deadly dark, full of starving hunger. His tongue slowly darts out of his mouth and he licks his lips the moment his eyes fall to my exposed sex.

The way he's looking at my pussy sparks a jolt of insanity through my veins and I begin writhing under his gaze. His expert hands grasp my ankles, yanking me deliciously rough down to the foot of the bed where he is kneeling. He spreads my legs releasing an animal like growl from deep within his chest and before I can blink, his mouth is on me forcing me to sit upright, arching my back so that my hair is touching the sheets on the bed as my hands fall into his hair.

"Fuck yes!" I yelp, pulling at his hair.

"Mmm... You taste so fucking good." he moans against my sex, the vibrations from it alone make me nearly burst into flames. I grasp his hair even harder, for I fear I may fall off the cliff way too soon.

The way he's making love to my sex with his mouth is almost unbearable, and I cry out again, begging for mercy. Rivulets of sweat drip down the side of my face as the friction between our bodies creates one big pool of fire, heating my skin. I don't know how long I can hold off my release, but I hope he doesn't make me wait too long.

He inserts a finger as he sucks and licks my clit, moving it in and out of me ever so slowly. "Ooohm, Christian! Oh God, I need you! Ah! Please!" I cry out, followed by a gasp.

I look back down at him and he stops. Without taking his eyes off mine, he stands, licking the remaining evidence of my juices off his lips while removing his shoes and boxers before climbing back onto the bed, on top of me.

He brushes back hair that has glued to my face. He nudges my nose with his, planting a soft kiss onto my lips. "You have no idea how badly I want you, Anastasia."

"Then show me... Take me, I'm yours." I pant, my eyes locked with his as I wrap my arms around his neck. He swallows hard as he trades glances between my eyes and lips, then reaches for my hands, lying them on each side of my head onto the bed gently. Our fingers locked, our breaths frantic as our hearts pound into each others chest.

"You still on the pill?" he asks.

I nod, responding in a whisper. "Yes."

He releases my left hand, trailing his fingertips down my body causing shivers to writhe my body against his. He reaches below his waist for his manhood and I gasp when he rubs the tip of his erection up and down my slit, coating it with my juices. And in that moment, our souls reach out for the others as he pushes himself into me, filling me to the hilt. I gasp a cry and he grasps my hand, entwining our fingers once more.

"Jesus." he whispers a sigh. "You're so fucking tight. So wet." he murmurs against my lips, placing a soft kiss onto them. He pushes himself up, hovering over me and he holds himself there, not moving at all, gazing deeply into my eyes.

For a brief moment, I begin worrying that maybe he's had second thoughts about this whole thing. But all of those thoughts disappear as he pulls his hips back—agonizingly slow—then pushes back in, and stops yet again. He's not going for rough and fast, he's going to make sweet love to me, slowly and gently.

He releases my right hand, grabbing my wrist and pulls my hand up to his cheek, kissing my wrist as he releases a shuddering sigh. He pulls back again, pushing into me deeper with a shaky grunt. "Oh God, Ana." he breathes against my neck, thrusting in and out of me again.

His delicate thrusts bring tears to my eyes. It's a feeling that I have never felt before. A combination of different emotions run through my body in this beautiful moment we're sharing, and I must admit that it's very overwhelming. He picks up pace slightly, thrusting into me harder than he was, yet he's still moving slowly. He squeezes the hand he's holding tightly, digging his fingertips into the top of my hand as he curses under his breath.

I twist my fingers on my free hand into his hair at the nape, and hold him to my shoulder as he kisses my neck. He releases my other hand and wraps his fingers around the bend of my left leg, hooking it over his hip, and it makes it feel like he's going even deeper this way, if that's possible.

I can no longer hold back the tears. They begin to roll down my cheeks and he raises himself up to where he can look at me and he cups my face, licking and kissing away the tears as he continues to thrust inside of me.

Suddenly, he tucks his arms under me, around my waist and pulls me upright into a sitting position, straddling his lap without breaking the intimate contact. He grabs my hip with one hand, and wraps his other arm around my body, lifting me, then pushing me down on him slowly. I push back a stray tendril of hair away from his brow and crush my lips against his, turning our kisses into a sensuous battle of dominance.

He releases his tight hold from around my waist and places his hands onto my hips while I ride him slowly. I throw my head back from the intensity of our connected bodies as his mouth sucks on my neck in the area of my pulse.

"Oh, Ana." he groans. "My beautiful, beautiful Ana."

"Yes, yours." I whimper, rolling my hips against him, pelvis against pelvis. I pick up my pace, and he meets my thrusts with his own, pushing deeper and deeper inside of me, hitting my G-spot each and every time. He cups my breast with his right hand and begins kissing and sucking on my nipple.

Our bodies rock even faster, our moans become louder, and our souls have clashed together into one. It is no longer my soul or his soul. No, it is now our soul.

That familiar pinch in my lower stomach sparks to life as I feel the climax building up. I know without a doubt that this orgasm will more than likely be the death of me. But I don't care because I'll be in the arms of the one I love.

I spread my legs a little wider as he holds my hips to keep me still, pounding into me from underneath me. I know he's reaching his limit too. I moan as my insides clench one last time, and I cling to him as I finally fall over the cliff.

He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me forward until his forehead is pressed against mine, gazing into my eyes as he whispers softly to me in a shaky breath, "Come, Anastasia." he thrusts again even harder. "Ah, fuck! Come with me, baby."

I'm a goner, for his words seal my fate.

I come, harder than I've ever came before, throwing my head back, crying out his name at the same time that he roars out mine. We ride out the intensity of our climax with slow rocks of our hips and it triggers yet another orgasm that I didn't know I had in me. "Ohhh God, I love you, Christian!" I scream as the pulsing sensations strike me once again, my head collapses onto his shoulder and he holds me close to him.

But what makes saying those words out loud so much more painful than even thinking of them is the fact that he didn't say them back. I fall back onto the bed, as I try to catch my breath. I guess this was really it, then.

No strings attached...

Christian POV

The moment she said she loved me, I literally froze. I know in my heart that what I feel for her is love. Or at least something very close to it.

But how can I be sure that what I feel is real?

Everything has happened so fast that I am currently overwhelmed with the flood of emotions rushing through my veins. Perhaps I'm just afraid to love again. Afraid to lay my heart out there for fear that it will only be crushed again. I don't think my heart could handle heartbreak coming from Anastasia. I know for a fact that that would completely destroy me.

I collapse beside her, pulling her to me so that I can hold her close as I place a chaste kiss onto her temple. Again, I try to say the words that I've not said to anyone in years, and fail miserably.

I'm finding it hard to fall asleep, even though Ana went to sleep almost instantaneously. I lie there for a few moments, thinking back to when this all began. I think about how I had asked her to be my sub, and how her decision to reject the offer lead to this beautiful night of passion.

I sigh heavily as I slide out from underneath her. Dressing in a pair of dark gray sweat pants, I make my way into my main living area, grabbing the half empty wine glass I took from Ana, as well as my own glass, off the piano. I head into the kitchen, placing one of the glasses into the sink, then pour more wine into the other one.

Making my way back to the piano, I take a seat onto the bench. My thoughts are stuck on the last words Anastasia said to me tonight and how disappointed she looked in the end. God, I'm such an ass.

I chug the glass of wine in one drink, sitting the glass back down onto the piano. My fingers drift along the keys and I begin playing the melody that will forever be tattooed to my dark soul.

"However far away, I will always love you..."

"However long I stay, I will always love you..."

"Whatever words I say, I will always love you..."

"I will always love you..."

"I will always... love you..."

**Sorry to drag this chapter out like I did. My mind is being crazy lately lol. And I didn't want this chapter to be split up. But give or take, I ended it with a little over 10,000 characters lol. Yay! Anyways, you know what to do. Pins (that I could find) are up. Song used in this chapter was "Love Song by 311 (Muse Cover/Remake)" I hope you all enjoyed that. Please excuse mistakes for I have not the time to go back and fix them. XOXO!**