"Yeah, it's me. Are you okay?"

"You should go," he says, confused. "Take my car."

"I'm not leaving you like this..." I watch his face before agreeing to what he wants. And nothing. He just looked...numb.

"Please Ana, just go. I want to be alone right now."

"Are you sure you will be alright?" I ask.

"Just go, please. I'll be fine."

The elevator pings and he steps out.

"Bye Ana. Thank you."

I press the button for the first floor and watch as the doors close.

This was all too confusing. He was just drunk to the point of passing out earlier and now he is so composed of himself. So controlled.

And now he is pushing me out? Hell, he was the one who called me to take him and now he doesn't want me? What is going on?

The elevator reaches the lobby and I walk over to the concierge.

"Hi, could you call up a cab for me?"

"Yes, of course."

The lady at the desk starts calling and in just a few seconds she's done.

"A cab will be here in ten minutes, I hope that is fine." She looked annoyed with me.

I ignore her rude attitude and say, "That's fine, thank you."

I walk towards the couches and sit down to wait for my ride home. I know Christian told me to use his car but first of all, I did not know how to get his car. I don't have his valet ticket or his room details. They would never give the sports car to me. And secondly, I don't think I want to have anything to do with Christian anymore.

I get up, not wanting to sit because of how frustrating Christian is. Right as I got up, I notice the woman. The same one with the platinum blonde hair. The one with the shiny black Mercedes. She walked with such poise and authority. She looked like someone who could lure Hansel and Gretel into her house of fun. I slump back to my seat and watch her get on the elevator.

This couldn't just be all a coincidence... She's the one who was so demanding...so dominating against Christian yet she's not even his mother. I don't even know her relationship with the Greys.

I walk back to the concierge, "Hi again, I just realized that I forgot my room key. Can you give me a new one?"

"Name please?" She raises a brow at me.

"Grey," I told her. "Mia Grey."

"Oh," she looks at me in shock, "Of course Ms. Grey."

She hands the card key to me, "I hope you're enjoying your stay Ms. Grey." She smiles all too sweetly.

Well that's a change of attitude from her... Is it because I said I was a Grey?

"Thank you and I am. Oh and one more favor, when my cab comes, please don't let them go, I'll be right back. I just forgot something in my room."

"That's fine."

"Thank you."

I march to get in the elevator and quickly punch the number. The elevator pings and I almost run to the only door on the floor. In one swipe, the door opens. I look around the room and found no one. I head for a bedroom and hear them.

"What did I say about getting drunk?" Says a woman.

"I am not allowed to get drunk, Ma'am."

Christian.

"Now what are the consequences when you break my rules?"

"It's your choice, Ma'am."

The woman laughs and I feel a shiver down my spine. "Yes, hmm..."

I hear shuffling and just like that, I hear a man sob. I gasp and wonder what could be happening in his room.

"Quiet," the woman hisses.

I hear another hit and another gasp. It's Christian, he is crying.

I bolt through the bedroom door and I am in shock to see Christian kneeling on the floor, mimicking the exact same position he had in the elevator earlier.

As I pushed the door more, light comes in the room and the woman with the short blonde hair turns to look at me with anger in her face. She's holding a belt, Christian's belt.

Through it all, Christian didn't look up. I see his body naked from the top and all I felt for him was sorrow.

I gasp, "Christian."

"Who are you?" The woman asks.

"What are you doing?!" I yell at her. I quickly run to Christian and kneel down to him. I pull his face up and he widens his eyes.

"Ana..what are you..."

"Christian oh my god," I put my forehead against his and look into his eyes. I am crying. "Why are you letting her hurt you? Christian...you don't need this."

"You didn't answer my question," I hear the woman say behind me, "Who are you?"

"Ana, I'm Ana." I stand up and glare at her, "What do you think you're doing?!"

Christian stands up with me and I grab his clothes, "Christian, put these on, let's go."

"Where do you think you're going?" This woman really has the nerve to be talking like this to me.

"If you don't want to be called for child abuse, then I suggest you let us go." I hiss at her. I turn to Christian who is now fully clothed and take his hands.

I march out of the room and drag him along with me. We step in the elevator without saying anything. When we reached the lobby, I go straight out the door without looking at him. I notice the cab. I motion for Christian to slide in the car.

"Get in, you've got some explaining to do."