*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: Annnnnnnd... we're back! Lol! How are you all doing? It's been AGES it seems and I've missed you all! Now that my show is over until next summer, I'm back to continue writing my stories. I meant to go back and change it, but I did make a huge mistake when I mentioned the original singer of the song (Love Song Cover by 311). I put down Muse, and its totally not haha! It's actually by the "The Cure" lol. So, just wanted to clear that up, first hand.

I know a lot were confused as to why Christian had planned such an amazing evening, then made love to her, and yet when she claimed her love for him, he didn't respond. I'm sorry if I had confused you with that whole scene, but it were for a good reason. All of his reasoning will be revealed soon.

Some are worried about the "vengeance" coming from Leila & Derek. I promise you, I will try not to make it too harsh, but if I feel like it may trigger something for any of you, I will give a full warning ahead of time. But as of right now, I'm not planning anything major as far as that goes.

This story IS a HEA story, so no matter what I throw your way, Christian and Ana WILL be together! ;)

I wanna thank EVERYONE for your patience through this dreadful, long hiatus and for your undying support. I would not have continued if it weren't for you! Thank you so effin much! Christian and Ana truly appreciate it too ;) And now, lets get back to them and see how everything is going to play out from here. This chapter has several POV changes, going back and forth between Ana and Christian, I mean. And we also have a time jump in this chapter as well.

Loads of drama, heart ache, (coughs) lemons O.O and a little darkness coming your way. I just hope you all continue to follow me through it and keep sending me reviews.

OHHHHH! Thanks Angela (you know who you are) for helping me build up the confidence to push this chapter out. Love you so much honey!

THANKS SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH! LOVE YOU ALL! XOXO!

(Second A/N at the bottom)

-Chapter 15—Where You Belong-

Christian POV

I love you, Christian...

I love you...

I...love...you...

I sit and stare out of the floor to ceiling window located in my living room as I have done throughout the night, sitting in one of my dining room chairs. I'm haunted by Anastasia's words to me during the throws of our passion. Devastated and angry that not only am I plagued with the repeated whisper of her words said to me, but also the fact that no matter how many times throughout the night I had tried to verbally say the words out loud, they never left my lips.

How could she fall in love with someone like me?

Me. A monster. A man whom seeks pleasure out of pain. I sigh because the answer never comes to mind. I'm not who she thinks I am. I would eventually hurt her—hell, I've already hurt her. Who am I kidding? The look on her face when she told me she loved me without a single word from me after, destroyed me.

Gutted me.

Broke me.

Which is why I am wondering why I haven't died or passed out from alcohol poisoning just yet, considering I've went through two tall bottles of wine, a bottle of vodka, and now, I've started drinking scotch.

I'm drunk. Really, really drunk.

So drunk that I have a new best friend that has kept me company for most of the night. I found him in the storage room looking for more wine, which, shocks me because I think I would remember keeping a sledgehammer in my penthouse.

Oh well.

I sigh, pouring yet another full glass of scotch and bringing it to my lips while I watch the sky shift into a series of blues, pinks, and yellows as the sun begins rising.

The sky is the sun's canvas. It's amazing how beautiful Mother Nature is, isn't it? Makes me think of Ana. She's a true work of art. Beautiful flawless skin. Ocean blue eyes. Curvy frame. Pink kissable lips. And that soft, silky chestnut hair that lays down her back, nearly touching her fuckable ass.

Damn, her ass...

Now my dicks hard.

And I'm still drunk.

And I'm about to do something pretty life changing for myself.

Finishing off the last of my drink, I wrap my hand around the smooth handle of the sledgehammer. When I stand, I have to take a few minutes to grasp my barrens because I instantly start to sway.

Ha...

It's quite comical, actually. Here I am, drunker than God only knows what, and I'm barely able to stand, much less carry a fifty pound sledgehammer all the way across my apartment and up the stairs.

But I manage it anyways. You see, I have a goal set onto my heart right now. If I can't say how I feel to Ana aloud, then maybe my actions will scream louder than the words that won't come out of my mouth.

I pause in front of the door, staring at it for a moment, then I steal a glance over my shoulder to make sure that I'm alone.

I take a deep breath, and pull out a key from my dark gray drawstring pajama pants, pushing the door open after hearing the echo of the lock click.

Grabbing the sledgehammer, I drag it across the threshold, shutting the door behind me, and lock it. I don't want any interruptions while I'm in here. I don't want anyone to try and stop me from what I'm about to do. I have no choice. I want—no, I need to do this. I need Ana to know that I would do just about anything for her.

Including the demolition of my playroom...

With my own bare hands.

Hands that helped put together the monstrosity that sits before me. Hands that chained women to the bed and fucked them like an animal. Hands that grip the very sledgehammer, ready to strike. And hands that raise up the tool of destruction, barely above my head.

I inhale a deep heavy breath and close my eyes briefly as I release my first swing, destroying the mahogany dresser that sits directly next to the door.

Damn that felt good...

I take a moment to allow the dizzy spell of being drunk pass before I raise the hammer again, shouting this time as I swing it towards the wall of mirrors to my left, shattering every single inch of glass.

And this time, I don't stop.

Swinging left, right, high and low, I take apart the room piece by fucking piece, not caring who hears me and who don't. Grunts of excitement escape me. Yells and shouts are pushed through my lungs with every single swing of the hammer until I have no strength left.

I release the hammer with a thud, falling to my knees, panting, as I take a big hard look around the room. What was once a piece of my heart and soul, now lay in heaps of nothingness in different piles of the room.

It's quiet. Really fucking quiet. So quiet I can hear the erratic beats of my heart, my heavy panting, harsh swallows, and then...

"Christian? Are you in there?"

Rattle...

Twist...

Knock...

"Christian! Are you alright? I heard a lot of banging and glass breaking. Please, open the door."

I try to stand, but to no avail. Her angelic voice warms my cold, black heart, but only briefly. I'm too embarrassed and angry at myself for what I've done. Embarrassed that I allowed myself to lose control like this. Angry at myself for behaving this way. Angry at Anastasia for ever saying she loved me. Angry at Leila and my birth mother for making me have doubts about myself.

Angry because I will never be able to say the words that I so desperately want to say to her...

At first, I thought that if I got rid of the contents of this room that it would make me feel better about myself in order to move on with Ana. That she would see that I care more about her than she thinks.

But in reality, if she were to see my playroom after I destroyed it, then she might think I've got a few screws loose instead.

I sigh as I finally make up my mind. The only best solution at this point is to just make her go away. I can't give her what she wants; what she needs. Not now. Not ever.

I'm just...

I'm just not good enough for her.

"Go away, Ana. Please."

Ana POV

Boom!

Crash!

Shatter!

I'm startled awake by the bone chilling sounds of a possible break-in. Or maybe, perhaps, it's absolutely nothing at all since I've heard nothing since I've sat up in bed.

Crash! Boom!

Nope, there is definitely someone trying to break-in. At least, I think there is. Unless...

"Aaargh!" Boom! Crash! Shatter! "I can't do this anymore!"

What the fuck?! Is that... Christian?

I jump out of bed naked in a panic because of how alarming the screams sound, searching for my dress from the previous night. I come up short, though. It's nowhere to be seen, when I spot a gray plush robe hanging behind the door.

Grabbing it, I shove my arms through the sleeves and bolt out of the door. I have no idea what is going on, but I find myself running as fast as I can towards the loud banging, shattering glass, and shouts to find out. My heart is racing as I run up the stairs, and my breathing has increased into gulping pants of panic.

Another loud boom, and a shout later and I'm finally standing in front of a huge white door. Everything goes deathly silent. I try to twist the knob, but instantly, it catches due to being locked. My mind is swarming with a thousand possibilities as to why Christian was screaming like a caveman, but I push those thoughts aside and compose myself quickly before knocking on the door.

"Christian? Are you in there?" I mumble through the door while hopelessly trying to open the it again. When there is no response, I begin panicking again. I know that it had to be Christian. I know his deep baritone voice. "Christian! Are you alright? I heard a lot of banging and glass breaking. Please, open the door."

Again, no response.

I take a step back and study the door for a moment, then look all around me for something to open the it with. When I find nothing to assist me, I look back at the door. Now, I know that I may be a tiny little thing and that I'm not all that strong. But, I'm willing to do anything to get this door open if it's the last thing I do.

Taking a few more steps back until my back touches the wall opposite of my target, I take a deep breath, preparing to charge at the door. But my movements, and my heart come to halt when I hear Christian finally speak weakly. "Go away, Ana. Please."

I shake my head in disbelief of what I've just heard, walking up to the door that separates us. "Christian? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just... please... go home, Anastasia."

My heart cracks a little by his words. His voice exhausted and pained. I have no idea why he wishes me to leave. Placing my right palm and forehead onto the door, a single tear slides down my cheek. "Have I done something wrong?" I whisper more to myself, but he hears me.

"No, Ana. You've done nothing wrong. I... I just can't do this with you right now. I have a very important phone call coming in shortly. I'll see you at work."

Why do I get the sense that he's lying to me?

Before I can respond, I jump with a yelp to a throat clearing from behind me, spinning around to be greeted by a—what looks like—very angry Taylor with a beautiful blonde woman grasping his shoulder while she hides behind him. I take her for being his wife.

"What the hell do you think you're doing coming up here in the middle of the night, making all of that noise?" Taylor grumbles.

I startle back in anger, completely pissed that all of the noise is blamed on me. Crossing my arms, I scoff at him. "First of all, I wasn't making all of that noise," I shout, pointing with my thumb towards the door over my shoulder, "he is! Christian has himself locked up inside that room, shouting like a damn maniac. It woke me up, so I came up here."

Taylor's expression softens a bit, and an apologetic smile pulls at his lips. "I'm sorry, Miss Steele. Forgive me for my false accusations."

I nod, turning my head towards the door for a mere second before turning back towards Taylor and Blonde Lady. Taylor must sense that I'm curious about the woman and backs away from her, gesturing towards her with his hands. A huge smile bursts to life as he looks at the beautiful woman with pride. "This is my wife, Gail." I knew it! "Gail, this is Mr. Grey's guest, Anastasia Steele."

The woman smiles a genuine smile before reaching her hand out to me. "Nice to meet you, Miss Steele."

"Ditto." I nod, forcing a smile. I glance back at the door when another loud crash sounds from behind it. They must see the worry and hurt flash across my face because Gail clears her throat, causing me to look back at them and smiles yet again.

"Would you like for me to fix you something to eat? Eggs and bacon? Pancakes? Oatmeal?" she says.

I shake my head, looking down at my feet as I twist my palms together. "No, thank you. Uhm..." I pause, bringing my eyes to Taylor's. "Is he... uhm—"

"He's fine." Taylor interrupts. "I can assure you of that. Mr. Grey is a very busy man."

"I know." I whisper as tears burn my eyes. "I'll uh... I'll just go grab my things and call a cab to pick me up."

"Nonsense. I'll gladly give you a lift home, Miss Steele. No problem." Taylor smiles.

Gail chimes in. "And I will have your clothing ready for you. It truly was very nice to meet you, Miss Steele."

"Please, call me Ana."

"Ana." she nods, taking her leave. Taylor continues to stand there as if he wants to say something more to me. But he doesn't. Instead, he turns on his heels with a brief, whispered excuse me, and heads towards the stairs.

I take a moment to look back at the door one last time before I head back to the bedroom. "I'm sorry. For what I said to you. I know that's why you're upset right now because I know that it's not something you wanted out of this." I pause to see if he has a response, but I'm disappointed as it stays silent. I sigh, shaking my head. "Thank you," I whisper, "for everything." and with that, I bolt for the bedroom.

As Gail had promised, my clothing had been folded and laid on the bed. Well, my dress and panties from the previous night, of course.

Once dressed, I slip on my flats and head for the elevator where Taylor waits for me. I feel like I'm about to cry again, but I don't know why. Well, I do, but I don't at the same time. It's quite confusing, really. I want to cry because I thought last night was truly special between us. That Christian had changed his mind and opened his heart up to me. But, in reality, he hasn't changed at all. And I highly doubt that he ever will.

And this is why I have chose not to love anyone. This is why I had a wall up blocking my heart. This is why I'll never trust myself to get close to someone or love someone again.

No strings attached...

At least, now, I've cut every damn one of them loose.

Back to square one, Anastasia.

Christian POV

"So, Christian," Dr. Flynn says in his very British accent as we take a seat parallel to each other inside of his office at the same time. "What brings you in today? I thought we weren't meeting again until next week."

I sigh, rubbing my hands together whilst I sit up on the black plush sofa.

Where should I begin?

"I, uhm... I've... met someone."

"So what's new?" he chuckles. "You meet new people on a daily basis."

I shake my head, my hands clasped together under my chin; elbows resting on my knees. "No. You don't understand. I—I've met someone, John. A woman."

"Oh. A woman." he says. His brows raise in curiosity as he waits for me to continue.

"Yes." I nod slowly, sitting back. "A woman."

"Ooo-kay. And tell me about this woman. Is she one of your—"

"No!" I nearly shout at him. I clear my throat, lowering my voice. "No, she's not a sub, nor will she ever be a sub for me, or for anyone. She's not into the lifestyle."

He writes this down into his little black notebook, then glances back up at me. "And does this bother you, Christian? That this woman isn't interested in the one thing that you crave?"

I think about that question for a couple of minutes, trying to find the right words to say. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Of course, it did. At first. But I found myself even more attracted to her; more drawn to her when she rejected me. I couldn't help myself. We've even been intimate on several different occasions already. But, it was more on a vanilla type of level rather than a dom/sub level. And I have no idea why."

He nods, writing some more into his notebook. "Tell me, who is this woman? Tell me a little bit about her."

I smile, shaking my head. "Her name is Anastasia Steele. She's 24. A voice and face of an angel's. Long, sexy legs." I whistle. "Soft, wavy brown hair that barely touches her backside. Her smell is truly wonderful; intoxicating even. Her touch is gentle; loving. Her laugh is adorable, and quite contagious, too." I chuckle at the memory of her laugh. "Her smile could put a fully healthy man into cardiac arrest, and her eyes..." I pause, as I close mine to picture the beauty that has captured my heart, then open them back again. "Her eyes are the windows to the most lively, beautiful soul that I've ever seen in my entire life. Her gaze, literally, takes my breath away."

John's mouth is hanging open in shock. I sigh, then I continue as I realize the real reason for my sudden visit with him. "She told me she loves me, John." whispering with a shaky breath. "And I think that I— I. Think. That I..."

"You love her, don't you?" he asks, when I still find it hard to say the words I truly want to say.

I nod in response, hanging my head in defeat with a heavy sigh. "Yes. I do." I breathe. "But I can't say it aloud. I've tried so many times that it's beginning to eat me alive." I swallow hard. "That's why I'm here." My head bolts back up to meet John's gaze. He feels sorry for me. You can tell with the sorrowful look on his face.

He stands, shutting and placing the notebook down onto the chair he was sitting in. "Can I be blunt with you, Christian?"

"That's why I pay you. Of course you can."

"If this woman means anything to you—"

"She does."

"—then you need to tell her how you feel."

I sigh, pushing the heels of my hands into my eye sockets. "I just... can't."

"Why not?"

I look back up at him. "You wouldn't understand." I whisper.

"Christian..." he sighs. "If you don't, then it's only fair that you no longer try and pursue her. And, ultimately, that could hurt you worst than it could hurt her." he adds.

My eyes narrow as I stare at him for a long, hard minute. He's right. Ana won't wait for me forever. And if I wait too long, I could lose her completely to someone who can give her what she wants. And that thought alone makes me want to punch a brick wall until my hand goes numb.

Anastasia is mine.

Always will be mine.

I nod, standing as I reach a hand out to shake with John. "Thank you, Dr. Flynn."

But before I can walk out of the door, he calls out to me. "Write her a letter, Christian. It's been the best form of communication for centuries. It may be a little old fashioned, but sometimes writing how you feel, down on paper... It helps."

"Thanks, John." I mumble, closing the door behind me.

Ana POV

It's been a month since I've left Christian's penthouse with a broken heart. But that's okay. I'm almost over it. Almost. My heart has been mending ever since, and it's nearly reached success. We still talk to each other, but not like we used to. It's more on a professional level rather than a friendly one.

In the first week, Kate and Elliot finally wedded at the courthouse. She truly hated the idea at first because she wanted a real wedding in a church surrounded by the people she and El love. But when she found out that Elliot had saved most of his pay the past couple of months for a week away in the Bahamas—a trip he had planned before realizing he wanted to marry her—she was more than happy to go for it, using Christian and I as their witnesses. And yeah, it was pretty awkward... for the both of us.

Occasionally, Christian glanced my way with this look of desperation on his face while Kate and El read their own vows they had written to each other. But, just as quickly as he would look my way, his expression would change to something unreadable, and following, he'd look away. I kept my eyes off of him the rest of the ceremony, even though it pained me to do so.

A couple of days after the happy couple left, I had put in several applications into different publishin houses around the US—with the help of my awesome, gay roommate, Jose—for when graduation was finally over with, and hot damn, it paid off. I received a call this morning from a very well known editing house over in New York City, NY, called New York Independent Publishing (NYIP).

For the first time in a while, I'm truly happy. Completely excited to go over to New York for the first time in my entire life to be working for the publishing house of my dreams as the executive editor's assistant. It's not exactly what I wanted out of this job. In fact, I wanted the executive editor's seat. But my new boss, Jack Hyde, told me that with time, I would make it to the top. He said that he'd seen real potential in me. So he bought me a plane ticket set to departure two days after my graduation.

I planned on making my own trip over there so that I could check out a few apartments for rent, but Jack told me that Hannah, his other assistant, is in need of a roommate. I'm so excited about the new job that I'm only happy to oblige. But, despite my giddiness and excitement, I'm sad because I'm truly going to miss everyone.

The second and third weeks went by in a blur. Elena had allowed me time off to go and see my parents before I graduated. I had organized a trip to see my dad in Montesano, WA first. I traveled by car to his place, then after a week of laughs and fun activities at the nearby pub with his friends, I headed to the airport where my trip continued so I could see my mother in Georgia.

She and I went to a night club where we danced and drank cocktails only to repeat the process all over again. Bob would have come out with us if it weren't for his graveyard shift at his job. But that was perfectly fine, too, because I got some much needed alone time with my mother. It also helped to take Christian off my mind, and that is totally what I needed. Even if just for a little while.

I returned home a couple of days later where I had also given my two week notice to Christian. It didn't end well. We argued for quite a while about it.

"What do you mean, you're moving to New York?" he roars, jumping out of his desk chair.

I shrug, not really giving a damn that he's angry. "I got a job." I tell him without telling him where. If I do, he'll probably do something to ruin it for me.

"You have one here."

"Not one that I really care for. And besides, Floggers was only a temporary job. Now that I'm graduating, I'm moving on to bigger and better things."

"And over three thousand miles away." He growls, shaking his head. "Ana, if it's the pay, then I'll give you a raise."

I shake my head. "No. It's nothing to do with the pay."

He pours himself a drink of scotch, stalking towards me as he slams the bottle of amber liquid down onto the desk. He's now standing right in front of me and I can't bare to look at him. My eyes aim towards the wall beside us, but not for very long. He cups my chin and turns my gaze towards his now soft and sad expression. "Is it because of me, Ana? Is it because of how I behaved at the penthouse that's pushing you away to New York? If it is, then I'm sorr—"

"It's nothing to do with... that." I hiss, hating that he'd even brought it back up.

Releasing my face, he sips his drink, sighing heavily. His eyes slowly close, and his head falls in defeat. It looks like he's having some sort of silent argument with himself. His head rises and his eyes lock on mine. My eyes become cloudy with unshed tears by the brooding look on his face. "Well..." he says, clearing his throat. The struggle is very much real. "This is very depressing. But I wish you nothing but the best. I'll print off a termination sheet for you and have it ready by the end of your shift tomorrow night."

I nod, fighting with everything in me to not cry. "Thank you."

He takes a few steps towards me, tilts my face up and presses his lips to mine in a soft, gentle kiss. Pulling away, I notice his eyes are glossy like mine. "Ana, I... I lo... I—I hope everything works out for you in New York."

"Yeah." I whisper.

He nods with a sad smile. "Take care, Anastasia."

"Goodbye, Mr. Grey. Have a nice night."

I turn to leave, but Christian has other plans, grasping my wrist and yanking me into his arms for a heart throbbing kiss that has me nearly falling to my knees. Luckily, I don't because he's holding me up with his tight embrace. Our tongues dual it out for dominance and our hands roam each other. But we can't keep doing this.

I can't keep doing this.

I pull away, gasping for breath at the same time as Christian, but my heart cracks at the sight of his disappointment. He straightens his clothes, clearing his throat as he tentatively rubs his thumb across his bottom lip. He takes one last look at me, and sighs. Then heads out of the door, slamming it behind him.

My eyes close, finally allowing the tears to fall as I reach my hand up to lightly touch my lips with my fingertips. They're soft, yet bruised by the force of his kiss.

That was the last time I'd seen Christian Grey until graduation.

In that fourth week, everything in my used-to-be-simple life seemed to go back to normal. I worked longer shifts at Floggers to save up money; doing both dancing and bartending.

Yes, I said dancing.

The first time I walked up on stage, I thought I would die. But, with a little talk of confidence from Kate and Jose, I made it through it without screwing up.

Mission accomplished.

Thank God...

But, my biggest accomplishment would take place in a matter of minutes. Today, I would graduate. Tonight, I would celebrate with the beautiful people of Flogger's. And come Sunday, I would pack my bags, then leave everything and everyone I love behind on Monday.

Including my heart.

Despite the fact that Christian and I have hardly spoke to each other since our little fallen out, I still love him. He will always hold a piece—if not all—of my heart. In fact, I think my heart will forever more belong to Christian Grey.

My first true love.

And possibly, even, my last.

"Anastasia Steele." the Dean calls out.

Taking a deep breath, I walk up onto the stage with a huge smile. My cheeks are heated when I instantly hear shouts and cheers coming from the crowd, and I can't help but laugh a little, too. I shake hands with, first, the Dean, Mr. Zilanski. Then, Mrs. Carter, the school president. And lastly, but certainly not least, Christian Grey.

"Congratulations, Miss Steele. You'll go very far. This I'm sure of." he smiles.

"Thank you." I smile.

He looks deeply into my eyes. "You look absolutely breathtaking."

Looking down at the graduation gown and white peep-toe glitter Jimmy Choo's, I blush, giggling. If he thinks I'm beautiful now, he should wait until he sees the little red number I have on underneath it. Kate loaned it to me, of course. But it is beautiful. It's a red True To You sweetheart neckline, A-line Chiffon dress, and it fits me like a glove.

And damn, he looks fucking good, too in his gray slacks, white V-neck T-shirt, black blazer, and dark gray converse's. His hair is in that same just-fucked look, and my palms twitch to run my hands through it.

Suddenly, I feel shy. And I have no idea why. I've no reason to be, really. I mean, seriously. We've already seen each other naked and had the most amazing sex ever, multiple times, yet I'm completely nervous around him.

The spark is still there, too. The moment he took my hand into his, my body was set on fire as an electric bolt bounced from one nerve ending to the other.

Our eyes meet briefly, and his smile slowly dies out. He has a more serious expression on his face now while he continues to hold my hand. All of the sounds around us suddenly go mute. It's as if we're the only two people left in the world. He glances down to my lips then back up to my eyes. I think he wants to kiss me, but I don't give him the opportunity.

Giving one last smile at him, I try to pull my hand away, but he pulls me toward him instead, whispering in my ear. "We need to talk, Anastasia."

I pull away from him, shaking my head as tears burn the backs of my eyes. "I can't. I'm sorry." I murmur as I rush off the stage.

The club is extremely lively tonight. College students galore pack the large space of the main floor. The bar has a line, the line for the people still waiting to get inside is backed up for miles, and the dance floor is completely crowded with grinding, sweaty bodies. Everyone seems to be having a blast.

Everyone, except Christian.

He's sitting over in front of the bar, glaring at me while he sips on a beer. I look away and continue chatting with Elena about the routine we've been practicing on since I got back from visiting my parents.

"You know Christian is joining in on this one, right? Oh, don't look at me like that. I need him tonight. I have customers; women customers that's been asking for him. Trust me, I've already given him the same talk. But please, Ana, please. Tonight, I just need you two to get along for business."

"We do get along, Elena." I scoff.

"Yeah, well, from where I'm standing, it doesn't look like it. He gives you dirty looks. You give him yours. Ana, he's been avoiding getting on that stage for a reason. It's obvious that that reason involves you." she smiles, raising a brow.

I roll my eyes and scoff again. "And what makes you think that it's because of me?" I say as I glare at her with crossed arms.

"Hmph." she shrugs. "I could be wrong. But I think that I may have it right. The way he's been acting since you put in your two week notice is one way to explain it. He's pretty crushed, if I'm to be honest. Tsk, tsk. Poor boy. I've never seen him so infatuated with a woman before in all of the years I've known him. And that's quite a long time." she pauses for my response. But when I don't give one, and continue to look down towards my feet, she continues on a sigh. "Have fun tonight, dear. Remember, if you can't do this for yourself, then do it for me. God knows I pay you enough, darling."

Her words break my heart a little bit more than it already is.

I've never seen him so infatuated with a woman before in all of the years I've known him.

Looking up, and across the club, I spot Christian talking to Elliot and Ethan. His back is to me. As if he can sense my gaze, he turns to face me and smiles a half-hearted smile with a nod of his head.

Oh, God... I'm swooning for this man all over again.

My heart begins racing while I stand in the middle of the stage with the others in the dark. The girls are placed in the middle of a circle of the guys; Christian standing directly in front of me. This is the first time I've danced with Christian on stage and I'm quite nervous.

I wonder if I put my black thin-strapped leotard with a soft leather bodice on right. I wonder if the knot on the wrap dress I'm wearing on top of the leotard is loose enough to take off when the time comes. Is my black and silver make-up smoky enough to bring out the blue of my eyes? Will I fall in the middle of the stage in these black louboutin boots? Did I use too much mousse in my hair when I scrunched it to give it a sexy, messy tease look?

And now, I'm panicking for the first time on stage. But it's too late to bolt now because the music starts and the lights flash on. The guys are looking sexy in their black and white blazer's with black slacks, bow tie, and matching hats. They're posed with their hats up in the air, their faces turned down and pretty much their bodies block us from view.

They all take a bow, except Christian, and sit down into a chair which has been placed onto the stage to be used in the routine. Now the women are exposed, and it's time to take off the wrap dresses. Slowly, yet sensually, we untie the knots on our dresses, spreading out on the stage with a sway of the hips while we slowly pull the dresses off, tossing them to the side of the stage.

The crowd starts whistling and howling at us as Christian makes his way to the back of the stage. Each of us girls grab a metal stand and lay them down on their sides at the front of the stage, then we sashay out of view. The guys, which are sitting in the chairs facing the crowd, twist then stand, giving a sexy thrust of their hips at the last beat of the song before the lyrics. The women are standing, facing the back of the stage.

"You make it look like it's magic..."

We sashay our hips, walking backwards, then look over our shoulders towards the front of the stage, spreading out in between the guys. Christian is now standing beside me. I glance over at him. He's staring right at me with a seriously aroused look on his face. I force myself to look away as I concentrate on the dance we're in the middle of. The last thing I need is to embarrass myself falling flat on my face from being distracted by Christian.

"So I love when you call me unexpected..."

The girls go down to the floor in a sexy push-up position, sliding up onto our knees, which are bent, and swivel our hips. At the same time, the guys use their foot to rise up the metal stands, placing their hats briefly onto the poles.

"Cause girl you're perfect..."

The guys sway left, then right, running their hands through their hair while we hold our hair up with our hands on top of our heads, rolling our hips from side to side.

"Cause girl you earned it..."

Christian grabs me by the hips, taking my breath away, and pulls my backside flush against his pelvis. We do a slow, sensuous grind, followed by him thrusting his hips into my ass as we separate again.

The other's leave the stage, so it's now just Christian and I standing here to do the solo. The music continues to play, even though no lyrics are being sung while he removes his jacket, takes the suspenders off his shoulders so that they are hanging by his sides, and rips open his white button up shirt to the beat of the music.

Holy shit!

I think my ovaries just blew the fuck up by how sexy Christian looked doing that. The women in the crowd scream so loud, I think glass breaks. But I can't allow it to distract me now, it's time for our solo.

"On that lonely night..."

"You said it wouldn't be love..."

Brushing my palm against his bare chest, I spin in front of him, swiveling my hips. My hands go up in the air as I grind my ass against him. He groans. His right hand now on my abdomen, and his left one is running down my leg, then back up to rest it at my hip.

"But we felt the rush..."

"It made us believe it..."

"There was only us..."

His hands run up my curves, up across the sides of my breasts, all the way up to my wrists, bringing both of my hands down by my sides one at a time. I moan because a jolt of electricity is sent directly between my legs. I can't help myself. He feels so good against me; touching me.

I spin around in front of him, then stop, facing him as I arch myself back with one of his hands in my hair, giving it the illusion that he's pulling my hair. His other hand is at the curve of my back twisting my body left and right, grinding his pelvis into mine. His face is so close to the front of my neck that I shiver when the tips of his lips brush the sensitive skin.

Damn, this feels so good. He feels so good...

As we come back up, our eyes lock and I feel the sudden urge to kiss him. I know I shouldn't. But his lips are so close to mine. The sexual tension is so thick in the air that I could cut it with a butter knife. I just can't turn my back on the opportunity now.

As I near his lips with mine, he grasps my hips with his hands and spins me around to face the audience, pressing himself against me from behind. The friction feels so good that I nearly come. Right then, right there. Just. By. His. Fucking. Touch!

"Cause girl you're perfect..."

"You're always worth it..."

"And you deserve it..."

"The way you work it..."

"Cause girl you earned it..."

"Girl you earned it..."

Standing my position behind him, I pull his shirt off his shoulders, then his arms, tossing it over my shoulder. I walk around him, as if I were sizing him up. I slide my hand around his naked torso while I walk, stopping directly in front of him.

Our eyes are locked.

I can tell that he's just as aroused as I am. That is, if his bulging pants are any indication. Placing my hands flat onto his bare chest, I grin the most sexiest grin I can muster at him before slowly sliding down onto my knees in front of him, making the audience scream even louder in excitement.

Taking my hands off of him, I arch my back, slowly laying down onto the stage in front of him, raising my legs up in the air, opening and closing them into a V shape as he wraps his muscular arms around them, placing his palms flat against the small of my back, then lifting me. I instantly wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck while he rotates his hips, grinding his now fully hard erection slowly, yet firmly into my pussy. My breath hitches and he groans. Our eyes glued on each others again.

And then it happens.

I come so hard that my whole body explodes. He instantly slams his mouth against mine, swallowing my moans as staccato cries of pleasure roam into his mouth. The audience is so loud that they can't hear me. It seems like it takes forever before I finally come down from my high, but dammit, it felt so fucking good. After a month without any type of release, I deserved it. And I don't care who saw it happen.

His tongue wraps around mine as the lights go out, leaving us in complete darkness. And I find myself clinging to him for dear life as his hands move down to cup and squeeze my ass. He carries me towards the exit rather than the back room where my stuff awaits me. Pulling away from the kiss, I breathlessly speak, "Where are you taking me?"

"Home. With me. Where you fucking belong." he says between pants. His voice is low and deep. It's so sexy that I nearly come again, crushing my lips against his once more.

**Well, I would firstly like to say that this chapter took me a VERRRRRRRY looooong time to write it. I kept getting stuck, and when I wasn't stuck, I was busy with matters at home and at the school with my children that I kind of lost interest for a little while on the story. But now that I've gotten this chapter out, I am NOT stopping until this story is over with. I know that I said I wanted to do better in my writing, but where it's been so long (totally my fault) I'm a bit rusty and I may have bored you all with this chapter. But I'll be okay. I'll just get back up on my writing horse and carry on. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be, but I'm aiming towards my once a week updates. If you've already reviewed the authors note I posted many centuries ago (lmao) then you won't be able to review this chapter. But you can PM me your thoughts. The pins are u, go check them out! I don't have a pin for every detail of this story, but I got a lot. We now have covered a lot of ground in this story now. And I'm so sorry if the dance scene was horrible. I really, really tried to write it the way I had seen it in the videos on my Pinterest board. Excuse any grammer issues. So... What do you think will happen next? Let me know in your reviews/PM's. Love you all! And thanks so much for your support!**