CPOV

"...What you did to me last night was unacceptable, Christian. And I've told you. If you need that. We can not be together." She shoves the tablet to my chest. "Read this and grow the fuck up!"

I take the table. She better watch her mouth! I don't appreciate the way she's speaking to me. I don't give a fuck what the article says, she's still in another man's arms. I look at the screen and read the article. Fuck, Grey!

I fucked up! I didn't read this before I punished, my baby. Punished her for hugging a friend. A male friend. I'm extremely jealous when it comes to her. But I see now, I overreacted. Fuck! I look up to apologize.

"Ana." I plead.

"Don't." She shakes her head. She wraps her arms around herself. Stepping away from me, with tears in her eyes. "Don't you dare 'Ana' me. You need to sort your shit out, Grey."

She turns around and walk out of my office. I don't know what to do. She's leaving me.

I drop to my knees, putting my hands in my hair. I hang my head in shame.

What have I done? What the fuck have I done?

I couldn't control the way I felt. I'm very possessive over her. She's mine. Fuck! Is she still mine? I have to talk to her. I have to talk to her before she walks out of my life forever. I pull out my phone to call her. It goes straight to voicemail. She's not answering my calls. Fuck! I run my hand through my hair.

I should have read the article. It was just a friendly hug. She even told him she's with me. FUCK! She told me Clayton overreacted to her friendship with Jose. I've accepted her friendship with Jose. A man. Because of that. It wasn't easy let me tell you. I still don't like it. But when she told me how Clayton reacted to friendly texts. I knew I couldn't overreact to her having male friends. Now I've done just that, overreacted over a friendship. Seeing her wrapped in a man's arms. A man I've never met, so he wouldn't know we're together. She wasn't even wearing her engagement ring. I want ever fucker to know that she's mine. She told me she's know Katherine since they were five. The guy she's photographed hugging, is Kavanagh's brother. They would have known each other for years. Still I saw red and got jealous when I saw the photos of her in another man's arms. They saw you can't judge a book by it's cover. I guess that's true for photos as well. They don't say a thousand words.

Oh Ana! I'm sorry, baby. So fucking sorry!

I don't know how long I've been sitting here, when there's a pounding on my door. I don't move. I'm still sitting on my knees. Submissively. This is what she's reduced me to. She holds all the power. Not me. And I don't care. I don't care that I'm not a Dominant anymore. I don't need that lifestyle with her. It's hard to stop though. I've done that for close to 13 years. I wanted to teach her a lesson. That she's mine. You use what you know. And all I've known is BDSM.

I have to tell her, I don't need that. I don't want that. I need her! I want her! I have to talk to her. I have to explain.

I call her again. It again goes to voicemail. I'll text her. She always responds to my texts.

Don't hate me. -C

She doesn't reply. Fuck! She hates me.

I don't want you to go. -C

She doesn't reply. Fuck! She's leaving me.

Please, don't leave me. -C

She doesn't reply. Fuck! Baby, please don't leave me.

Baby, please. Talk to me. -C

She doesn't reply. Fuck! Please baby, let me explain.

Later. -A

She finally responds.
But the word she uses, cuts through me. Is she saying we'll talk later. Or is she saying she's leaving.
She doesn't like to say good-bye. She says it's too permanent.
Later, is good right?

I don't want to lose you. -C

I can't lose you, baby! I can't!

The pounding on my door hasn't stopped. What the fuck?! Leave me the fuck alone! I'm trying to wallow in my pit of self-pity!

Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day! I do not want to be disturbed! -CG I text Andrea.

My intercom goes off. I'm surprised to hear Taylor's voice.

"Sir?"

If Taylor's on the other end, it must be important. Although he didn't come in, it must not be that important.

I quickly get up and open the door. Taylor walks in, but I have Welch and Barney wait. I close the door to give us privacy. I'm surprised when pulls out a handkerchief and hands it to me. Fuck! I didn't even realize I've been crying. I accept it.

"I need to cancel our meeting. You can talk to Welch and Barney, about what Lyle Williams had to say. Brief me later. I need to go down to Grey Publishing. Now."

Ana and I need to talk about this now. Not 'later'. I walk to the door.

"Sir." I put my hand on the door's handle. "Ms. Steele, left the building, sir."

I feel like I can't breath. "What?" I barely get out.

"She's with Sawyer. There's a problem, sir." I know damn well there's a problem! Ana's left me! There's a pain in my chest and now I really can't breath.

"Where is she?" I can barely get out the words. I'm surprised Taylor can understand me.

"She's having Sawyer take her home, sir."

"Home?"

"Escala, sir. There's a security problem, you need to be made aware of, sir. I had Ryan-"

"Is she going home to pack her things? Has she connected Mrs. Jones? No. She wouldn't do that. Did Sawyer say-"

"Sir!" He interrupts me.

"What?" I turn around to look at him.

"It's Ms. Williams, sir. She's now a threat. She's confronted, Ms. Steele."

APOV

I quickly wipe my tears, before I walk out of Christian's office. Sawyer is waiting for me. We get into the elevator, and go down to Grey Publishing. Sawyer hands me a handkerchief. I look at him and his face is impassive but I can see the look in his eyes. Sorrow.

"Thanks." I whisper. I accept his handkerchief and wipe my tears and face before the doors open.

-DING-

I don't think I could work today if I tried. I walk past my desk and knock on Mr. Logan's door. He looks up seeing me.

"Come on in, Ana. What can I do for you?"

"I need to take a personal day today. I'm not feeling well."

I'm sure he can tell by the way I look.

"Of course. I hope everything is alright."

I give him a sad smile and walk out. Me, too.

Sawyer and I get back into the elevator and go down to the main floor.

-DING-

Ryan stands seeing us. He follows us out and to the SUV.

"Anastasia Steele?" I hear my name. I turn around, to see a girl. She's wearing a hoodie with the hood on her head and jeans. I can just barely see her face. She's angled, so Sawyer and Ryan can't see her face at all.

"Yes?" She just stares at me. "Can I help you?" I ask her.

"No. . . I just wanted to look at you." She says smugly.

Okay, that's creepy. I look to Sawyer. He sees that I don't know her and he rushes me to the SUV. Ryan opens the door. Sawyer and Ryan on either side of me.

"They both want you. Why?" I hear her say. "What do you have that I don't?"

"Ms. Steele." Sawyer urges me inside the SUV and closes the door.

Ryan gets into the front passenger seat and Sawyer walks around to the driver's side. I'm looking out the tinted windows at the girl. She's just starring. She has taken off her hood so I can really see her now. She looks familiar. Where have I seen her before? She kind of looks like me. Though her hair is shorter and her eyes are brown. She gives the SUV an evil look. I'm glad the windows are dark and she can't see inside. Sawyer gets in and starts driving. She just stands still, watching the SUV.

Who was she? What was that about?

I sit back in my seat correctly, no longer able to see her. I hear Ryan talking on his phone. I can barely hear what he's saying. All I can make out is, 'sir'. He must be talking to Christian. Or Taylor. This involved my safety, although, I was perfectly fine the whole time. Sawyer pulls over and Ryan gets out. What is he doing? Sawyer pulls back out into traffic and continues driving.

My phone starts buzzing. I look and it's Christian. I'm still too upset to talk to him right now. I let the call go to voicemail.

"Where to, Ms. Steele?"

"Um." Kate's working. I want to go home, but my mother is there. I sigh. "Home, please."

I really don't want to with her there, but where else can I go?

Sawyer pulls into Escala's underground parking. He opens my door and we go up to the apartment. I can only imagine what my mother is doing. The elevator door opens and we walk into the apartment. It's quiet. Too quiet. I notice Mrs. Jones, smiling in the kitchen. I walk in there to ask her about my mother, that seems to be missing.

"Hi, Gail. Have you seen my mother?" What could she be doing? Gail, smiles brightly.

"Your mother went shopping, Ana." Now I know why she's smiling. She's happy, she's not here. I giggle.

"Thanks."

"May I get you something, Ana?"

"No, thank you. I'm just going to shower and rest until lunch. Kate and Mia want to go pick out the wedding cake today."

"Oh, how nice."

I smile as best I can and go to our bedroom. I walk into the bathroom and my phone starts ringing again. Christian. I let it go to voicemail again. We need to talk in person. I should of stayed at the office to talk to him. I was just to angry with him. I really didn't want to say anything I didn't mean. I also didn't want to hear him say he does need that. BDSM. It would shatter me. Maybe it's best to be alone. Nobody can hurt you when you're alone.

We'll talk tonight.

I get in the shower. I can hear my phone buzzing like crazy. I finish my shower and wrap in a towel. Picking up my phone, I left on the counter. I have texts from Christian.

Don't hate me. -C

I don't want you to go. -C

Please, don't leave me. -C

Baby, please. Talk to me. -C

Later. -A

I don't want to lose you. -C

Then talk to me. ... Later. -A

I put my phone down and dry my hair. After my hair is dry I braid it to the side, hanging over my shoulder. It will help cover my love bite from jealous Christian. I go to our closet to find something to wear. I'm not working today, but I am going cake tasting with the girls. Even though, I'm not sure if the wedding is still on. I can't let anyone know anything is wrong. I can taste the cakes and decide today. But I wont place my order for one until I know for sure, we're okay.

I put on a flowy sundress with flats. I get phone from the bathroom counter and text Kate.

I'm home. Come to Escala on your lunch and we'll meet Mia and Grace at the Bakery. -A

Cool. Everything okay? -KK

I don't know what to say to Kate, so I don't reply.

I walk out to the main room. I would go to the library to read but not even my books could change my mood. I want Christian.

I sit on the sofa, pulling my legs under me. I need comfort. Christian is my comfort. And my dad. Dad! That's it. I'll call my dad. I just need to hear his voice.

"This is Steele." He must not of looked at the caller ID.

"Daddy, it's me. Are you busy?"

"Oh. No, I'm not busy. Sorry, Annie I didn't look to see who was calling. Everything okay?"

"I don't know, dad. Christian and I had an argument. Maybe you were right. We shouldn't rush getting married."

"What's the problem?"

"It's kind of personal. But we had a disagreement about the way Christian handled something. He overreacted."

"Annie, it's up to you when you get married. Now or later, you'll still have plenty of arguments and disagreements. Every couple does. It's about how you make up. I shouldn't give advice on marriage, but it's about trust and communication. Talk to each other. Listen to each other. Don't stay upset, work it out. It isn't about finding someone you can live with. It's about finding the one you can't live without. Can you live without Christian?"

"NO." I don't hesitate. "Thanks dad. I'll talk to Christian tonight." I just hope I'm enough for Christian. I thought I was.

"That's my girl. So, tell me. How are the wedding plans going? I know the father of the bride is supposed to pay for the wedding, but I honestly don't think Christian would let me if I tried."

I giggle. "No. He wouldn't. They're going, well. Kelly is going to design and make my dress. We've decided on invitations last night. And the girls and I are going cake tasting and to pick out the cake today."

"Mm-hmm. Sounds like a lot of work. Stress. All that wedding planning on top of working and now you've had your first argument as a couple. I hope you find time to relax."

-DING-

"Oh, Ana. You're home. Why didn't you tell me Seattle was so cold and wet?" My mother steps off the elevator with bags of clothes. "I had to shop for warmer clothing."

"Mom's here." I tell my dad.

"Oh, sweet lord. You won't relax with that women there. She'll only add to the stress." I giggle. "What is she doing there?"

"Mrs. Jones, take my items to my room."

"Mom, no. Take them, yourself. Gail is busy." I motion Gail to go to her apartment and she quickly does. I would laugh at the way Gail ran from the room, if my mother wasn't making me so angry right now.

"Who are you talking to Ana?" My mother asks.

"Dad." I tell her.

"Oh. Well, I'm going to have Mrs. Jones start us lunch." I roll my eyes.

She goes to the kitchen, looking for Gail. When she doesn't see her, she sits at the breakfast bar to wait for Gail to return. It will probably be awhile. If I were Gail. I'd leave Escala.

"I don't know how you put up with her for all those years. She's annoying and bothering me. She thinks she's helping me with wedding planning." I say to my dad, after my mother is out of earshot.

"I don't know how I dealt with her myself. She wasn't always this extreme, though. Being away at work helped. You, helped. I'm actually glad she cheated, as weird as that sounds. I got rid of her and I got to keep you. Now Bill, has to deal with her nonsense."

I giggle. "Bob."

"Bill. Bob. Billy Bob. It doesn't matter. I'm sure there was or will be a Bill, at some point in time." I laugh loudly.

"I better go. She's probably bothering, Gail again."

"Alright, baby girl. Don't forget, talk to Christian. Don't let this disagreement turn into something more than it is."

"Thanks, daddy. I love you."

"I love you too, baby girl. Even if you make me wear a monkey suit at the wedding." I giggle again at my dad.

"I'll talk to you later."

"Talk later, Annie."

We hang up. That was just what I needed. A pick-me-up.

We'll talk later tonight when you get home. -A

I love you so much, baby! Yes, let's talk. I can come home now if you'd like. xx -C

No, not now. The girls are coming over to do more planning. -A

Thank you! Thank you! I'll see you tonight! I love you! xx -C

I love you. Always. x -A

My mother and I eat our lunch, that I made. She complained the whole time I cooked, saying I shouldn't be doing that.
Kate has texted me to say she's done for the day. She is on her way here now. Mia and Grace will meet us at the bakery.
My mother and I are arguing about bridesmaids dresses. I want a blush pink color and my mother insists that is too subtle. She says the dresses shouldn't blend in. It should contrast with my white dress. Then she asked if I should even be wearing white. She's giving me a headache, so I just sit there pretending to listen.

Sawyer comes into the kitchen.

"Ms. Kavanagh, is on her way up, Ms. Steele."

"Thank you, Sawyer."

He goes to the elevator, to escort Kate in.

"Ana, why doesn't the staff call you ma'am? It's a sign of respect. You'd better speak to Christian about that."

"I've asked them not to."

"Why would you do that?"

"It makes me uncomfortable."

"Anast-"

-DING-

She's interrupted by the elevator, and Kate comes into the room.

"Ready to get this show on the road, Steele? Oh! Mrs. Adams. I didn't know you were here."

"Hello, dear. I've come to help Ana plan her rushed wedding." I roll my eyes.

"That's nice." I stifle my giggle. Kate doesn't sound very thrilled. "Ready, Ana?" She smirks, seeing me try not to laugh.

"Yes." I hop off the chair I'm sitting in, very unlady like. I hear my mother's disapproval but ignore her. "Let's go."

We all walk to the elevator as Sawyer comes out of the security room.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Steele. Mr. Grey, wishes for you to stay here."

"Why?" He stays quiet.

"Well, how is she supposed to plan their wedding if she can't leave?"

"I'm just following orders ma'am."

"Hang on," I tell Kate and my mother. "I'll call Christian."

I get my phone out and dial his number. He answers on the first right.

"Baby?" He sounds a mix of hopeful and scared.

"Christian, why can't I leave Escala?"

"There's been a security issue and I had to move Ryan. I don't want you going out with just Sawyer."

"Christian, I have to plan our wedding. I have to leave the apartment to do that. You're mother and Mia are waiting for me at the bakery. I stay near Sawyer. And I have Kate and my mother with me. I'm sure whatever it is, it will be fine for me to go to the bakery and pick a wedding cake. This needs to get done today."

"I'll have Taylor meet you at the bakery. Stay. Close. To. Sawyer. He goes wherever you go. I don't care if it's in the restroom. Don't leave his sight." He says evenly. I can tell he wants to say this louder than he is. I suspect he doesn't, because of our earlier argument. I can still hear the sincerity in his voice. Something must of happened.

"Okay. I'll stay near Sawyer. I promise."

"I love you. So much, baby." He says emotionally.

"I love you too, Christian. Always." I whisper. I hear him release the breath he was holding. "We still need to talk."

"I know. We will. Have fun, you know what I like."

I giggle. "Yeah, me."

"I meant cake flavor, you naughty girl." He says huskily. I squirm hearing his husky wanting voice and bite my lip. "I know you're biting your lip." gasp. "You know what that does to me."

"I'm going to go to the bakery now, Christian."

"Okay. And, baby?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm so fucking sorry. I-"

"We'll talk about that later, Christian. I have to go. I love you."

"I love you, too baby. So fucking much!"

"I'll see you at home later."

"Later."

We hang up.

I turn around. "Okay, let's go."

Kate shakes her head and my mother looks stunned again. We all get into the elevator with Sawyer. In the parking garage, he opens the rear door. Kate makes me sit between her and my mother. She's not a fan of her either. I'm not sure who is. Maybe, Bill. I giggle.

"What's so funny, Steele?"

"Nothing. Something my dad said earlier." I can't contain it and laugh loud. Kate joins me, not knowing why we're laughing. But like me she just can't help herself.

"You girls really need to calm down."

We laugh more.

"Oh, Ana. I almost forgot." My mother says after we've calmed out fit of laughter. "Bob, has a lawyer friend you can talk to."

"A lawyer? Why do I need a lawyer?"

"To represent you." What? "When you discuss your pre-nup."

"Mom, I don't need a lawyer."

"Darling, you don't want to be left with nothing, if Christian leaves you."

"Oh. My. God, mom. No. That's Christian's money, not mine. And he wont leave me."

"Oh honey, you never know. Look at me. You might as well benefit, marrying a wealthy man."

"Mom. You really need to stop. Now."

"I'm just saying-."

"Stop."

I look at Kate. She shakes her head and mouths 'How rude.' I mouth back 'I know.' Good thing she doesn't know, Christian doesn't want a pre-nup. I could only imagine her response.

Sawyer pulls up to the bakery. Mia and Grace are already here. Sawyer opens the rear door and we rush inside.

"Oh god! I just gained weight inhaling."

"Kate." I laugh at her.

My mother gives us a disapproving look and we giggle even more.

"Ana, dear." Grace hugs me, very motherly.

"Hi, Grace. Thanks for coming. Hey, Mia."

"Hi, Ana. Who's this?"

"This is my mother, Carla. Mom, this is Christian's mother, Grace. And his sister, Mia."

"It nice to meet you, Mrs. Steele."

"Oh, I'm not Steele anymore. Haven't been for years. It's Adam's. It's such a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Grey. You have a very lovely son."

"Thank you. Please. Call me Grace. I can't tell you enough how delight we are that he's found your daughter."

"She's the lucky one." My mouth drops open.

"Okay." Kate says. "Let's gain some weight, by sampling cakes."

Grace and Mia introduce me to the Baker. Meg. She's a very stereotypical baker.
Sawyer pulls a paper out of nowhere, for her to sign. I glance at the paper. At the top, it says Non-disclosure Agreement.

We all walk to the back of the shop and into a room with a table and chairs. Meg, brings in a platter of cakes. We all dig in. Trying our favorites. Sampling others. They're delicious.

"Alright, Ana. What kind of cake do you want?"

"We're not having a big wedding, so we wont need a huge cake. Maybe a small three tier, square cake. Christian likes chocolate, so I know we'll have that flavor of cake. I also liked the cinnamon."

"What do you mean, small wedding? You have a lot of family and I'm sure Christian has a lot of business folk he'll need to invite. You better get a larger cake, Ana. I liked the red velvet. You should get yellow and red velvet. They're classic wedding flavors."

"No. Mom." She's frustrating me. "We're having a small wedding. Just close friends and family. Nothing big."

"Well, Christian will want his business partners there I'm sure, and they have families. You can't just cut them out."

"We're having a small intimate wedding. Family and a few close friends. That's what we want."

"I don't agree, but fine. It's your day. I'm just here to help. Giving you my opinions." She says like I'm frustrating her. "I have done this a time or two, ya know."

"Or four." I mutter.

"Ana!"

"I'm sorry everyone. Can we do this tomorrow? I'd like to go home. Thank you, Meg. I'll be in touch."

"Sure." I don't think she knows what to think, or say.

We all get up to leave. I hug Grace and Mia. We all walk out and immediately get blinded by flashes. The paparazzi have found us. How? We start walking to the SUV. Taylor has just pulled up, so he jumps out to help us maneuver past the paps. I have Sawyer on one side. Kate on my other. Taylor still trying to get through the crowd, but can't. Grace and Mia surround us as well to help us get to the SUV. I don't know where my mom is. They are shouting out questions.

"Ms. Steele. Ms. Steele. Are you marrying Christian Grey?"

"Ms. Kavanagh, is it true you're marrying Elliot Grey?"

"Katherine, are you choosing your wedding cake, today?"

"Will your mother be designing your dress?"

"When's the wedding?"

"Over here! Show us the ring!"

"Ana, don't be rude. Show them your ring."

"Mom!"

The paparazzi go crazy. Swarming me. They've forgotten Kate now. I get hit with a camera, from all their pushing. Sawyer pulls me into his arms, he is practically on top of me. He takes his suit jacket off while we walk, and covers me with it. Then he pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. I'm so tiny, compared to him. They can barely see me with him like this and they can't see my face anymore. I can barely see where I'm going. I lift the jacket slightly so I can see where he is leading me. Taylor has managed to get to our SUV. He elbows a pap, opening the SUV door. Kate jumps in. Sawyer lifts me up, putting me inside and shutting the door. The camera's are still going crazy. The windows are tinted so they can't see inside. Taylor opens the front passenger door, pushing my mother inside and slamming the door. Sawyer gets in the driver's seat. Taylor goes to his SUV, pushing people out of his way. His SUV is blocking ours, it's parked crazy. He pulls out, easy. But we're barely moving. People are leaning on the hood of the car trying to take pictures of us inside the SUV. This is worse than at my apartment, when they found out we were just dating. Like I knew it would be. Finally clear to move, Sawyer floors it, almost hitting them. I don't think he would of cared if he did.

"Wow, Ana. You're the next Catherine Middleton." My mother says excited.

"Why would you do that, mom?!"

"They asked to see you're ring. Why wouldn't you answer any of their questions? That's rude."

"We didn't want them to know, mother! So, shit like that doesn't happen!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." I roll my eyes.

"Ana, your bleeding." Kate gently says. I reach up and wince. I pull my hand back down and see a small amount of blood on my finger.

"Sawyer do you have a first aid kit in here? Ana, has a small cut on her head."

Sawyer, still speeding down the highway, reaches over and opens the compartment near my mother. Then sits back up to drive.
My mother reaches in and hands Kate the kit. Kate opens it and takes out a bandage. She puts it near my hairline.

We hear a ringing in the car.

"Sir." Sawyer answers on the hands free.

"What the fuck happened?!" Christian roars. He is livid. We all flinch at the venom in his tone. Even Sawyer.

"Sir, the paps found our location. They began asking questions and... and Mrs. Adams, mentioned Ms. Steele's ring, sir. The paps went crazy." We hear glass breaking.

"Why the fuck would she do that?! Fucking bitch! What the fuck?! Thank fuck, she doesn't know our wedding location, yet! She might have leaked that, as fucking well! Fuck!" He's raging beyond furious. Oh god! I can see him running his hands through his hair a hundred times.

"Sir. Your on speaker." Sawyer tries to warn him.

"I don't give a fuck! Is Anastasia okay?! Baby?"

Sawyer looks at me in the mirror.

"I'm fine, Christian."

"Baby?! Fuck! Are you sure? I'm so sorry this happened, baby. Fuck! Fucking vultures! FUCK!" We hear more noise crashing in the background.

"I'm sure. Sawyer's taking us home. I'll see you soon."

"Alright, baby. I'm home, now. I'll see you when you get here. Sawyer! Bring her to me!" He snaps at Sawyer and ends the call.

"I can't believe he spoke about me like that! First, Paul. Now, Christian. You really know how to pick them Anastasia."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"I'm sorry, Ana. I didn't mean to upset anyone. I didn't realize, this was a big secret." She starts to get emotional.

"Mother, I don't have time to console you right now. I'm stressed to the max. Christian and I are having a disagreement, that we need to talk about. The media now knows about the wedding. I'm getting married in less than a month. I have all this planning I need to do. And you're not helping. You don't know anything about me and what I like. You're trying to get me to pick bright dress and now cake flavors that I don't want. This is my wedding and you're trying to make it yours. If you want to have another wedding, get married to Bill. I can't deal with you right now!"

My mother stays quiet. I can see her shoulders shaking. I cross my arms and look out the window as Sawyer drives. He pulls up to Escala and there are more paparazzi here. He follows Taylor into the underground parking garage. The paps can't see us in here. Sawyer parks and opens Kate's door. Taylor opens mine. We all walk to the elevator together. Taylor pushes the call button and I hear a car door. I look back and my mother has gotten out. The doors open and we all walk in. It's very quiet.

-DING-

The doors open to reveal a pacing Christian, pulling his hand through his hair. He hears the elevator and looks as we all walk out. Taylor and Sawyer rush to the security room, not wanting to be in the path of a pissed Grey, I suspect. Christian rushes to me and pulls me into his arms, inhaling my hair.

"Ana." He breaths.

He pulls back and looks like he could kill. He sees my bandage. He tenderly runs his thumb near the bandage. I wince and he pulls back.

"I'm okay. Really."

He shakes his head no, and looks at my mother. I turn to look at her. She's standing next to a wide-eyed Kate.

"Christian, I'm so sorry. I didn't kno-" He interrupts my mother.

"I think it's best you leave, Mrs. Adams." He says in his controlled CEO voice.

She gasps, offended. "She's my daughter."

"I don't give a fuck! She's my life! You put my life in danger!" Christian roars.

"It was an accident. I just wanted to be here for you, Ana. I didn't mean to cause any harm."

"Just go back to Georgia. Kate, will help me plan my wedding. I have Christian's mother and sister to help, as well. I'll call you if I need you."

"I'm your mother." She says outraged.

"I understand that. But, I honestly don't even know why you're here right now. You didn't come to my school graduations. Ray raised me while you jumped from one man and marriage to the next. It really wouldn't surprise me if you came up with another lame excuse to not make it to my wedding. My only wedding! Christian will be my only husband. Ever! It's best you leave, now. If you have a headache on my wedding day, don't worry. I'll understand."

She looks as if I've slapped her. "I'm sorry." We all stay quiet. "I'll just go pack my things."

"Mrs. Jones, has already done that. Taylor, will take you where you want to go. Whether that be to the airport or to a hotel." Taylor comes out of the security office. He stands, hands behind his back, near the elevator waiting. He looks impassive, but I can see the anger in his eyes.

"Good-bye, Ana." She says emotionally.

"Bye." I'm completely deadpan. Those who know me, know I don't like to say 'bye' as it's too final.

"Why do you sound like I'm leaving you?"

She always does... Only this time, I'm not affected.

"Because you do."