A/N: I hate excuses just as much as everyone does but, I really have to make an excuse and say sorry for not being able to update for weeks. I have been very busy with summer being just around the corner and plans being planned. I hope you're all still there, reading and waiting for my attempt at a fanfic. I'll try my best to write whenever I can! For the meantime, enjoy this update! I had a lot fun writing this one.

PS: I'm writing Ch. 17 right now, so hang tight and keep the reviews coming! :)

A few minutes and a few blocks had to pass before he decided to start talking.

"It isn't what you think Ana... It's not like that. Whatever you think you saw...she didn't hurt me."

"Christian, what did I see? What was that?" I shake my head as I recall what I witnessed...or heard.

"She's just... disciplining me, that's all. I went out of line. I asked for it."

I let out a sigh and tried my best to believe him.

"But what I saw was not just any disciplining. Why would you even need disciplining from her? Who is she? I know damn well that she's not your mother."

"Elena...my mother's friend."

"And?"

"And it's nothing."

"It was not nothing."

"It's nothing."

"I'm calling the police."

Right away, his eyes widen in shock and fear.

"No, no, no... Don't do that. You don't have to do that. I told you, I asked for it. I let her do it because I want her to."

The cab drops me off at my house and I quickly get out. I slam the door and lean my head towards the half open window.

"Don't call me when you're drunk," I walk away but I turn right back around when I realized something, "Actually, don't call me again. Ever."

I run for the front door of my house so I can quickly escape the lies and frustration that is Christian Grey. But to my disappointment, I hear the cab door slamming and his footsteps right behind me.

I turn around to glare at him but his head was down, trying to compose himself, I guess.

Buried inside the fake plant is a spare key, I dug for it while Christian just stood by the steps on the door. I was expecting him to talk anytime soon but I didn't hear anything. When I looked back at him again, his forehead was against a window and his hands are balled up in fists, pushing on the glass.

"You're going to break the glass and my father would not be pleased." I said as I kept digging.

"You just witnessed a BDSM punishment and you're concerned about the damn window?!"

"Yes, I am concerned about the damn window." I snap at him.

When I opened the door and left Christian outside of my house, I found Ray soundly asleep in the couch. Watching infomercials.

"Dad? Wake up. You're gonna hurt your neck sleeping there..."

He blinks a couple of times before realizing where he was. He gets out of the couch and walk upstairs without even talking.

When I heard a knock, I remembered Christian was still out there. I roll my eyes and walk back to the door to open it.

I take a deep sigh before unlocking the old off-white door. But right as I opened it, I am greeted with a pair of lips on mine.

I grab his arms, raise my right knee and quickly hit his groin. Hard.

Christian makes a gasping sound and drops to floor, holding his...priced possessions.

He wiggled and moved around the floor with pain etched on his face. His mouth was set into a grit. His eyes were tightly shut. His skin, pale.

Is it bad that I felt a smile creeping on my face? Oh well, he deserved it, I guess.

"You want discipline? There's your discipline." I snap.

He opens his eyes and behind the pain that he was still in, I believe I saw some humor too.

"Word of advice, don't just randomly kiss the people who opens their door for you. Your condition would be much worse if Ray was the one who opened it for you."

A minute or two passes before he finally just laid there. His hands weren't holding his family jewels anymore. His face...well, good looking as ever. To make it worse, he was just staring at the ceiling, smiling.

"Are you just gonna lie there or leave?"

"I want to talk." He whispers, still staring at the ceiling.

I put my hands on my hips and lean on a wall.

"If you're just gonna keep secrets again, well, I don't want to."

"I'm going to end it with Elena if you promise to be mine."

I sigh. Here we go again.

"As tempting as that sounds, I'm going to have to say no."

"You already said yes earlier."

"That was before I witnessed...BDXYZ earlier."

"S-M. BDSM. And why? Is it really just because of that?"

"Just? Christian, that wasn't a just. That's some intense fettish or something."

He gets up but sits on the floor.

"You showed it yourself, you can be a dominant. You just...you just punished me right now."

"Oh god, I don't want to be a dominant. I don't want to be a part of..of your scene. I don't want any of it. I kicked your balls because you are a bastard."

"I'm sorry."

"Please leave." I whispered as I closed my eyes and take a lungful of air.