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Chapter Three:

Before I even had the time to react, the Christian Grey was stood in front of me still staring at me. What was he doing here? Don't look at him Steele.

"What a pleasant surprise Miss Steele…" before I even let him finish his sentence I interrupted him.

"It's just Ana. You're here…wh-wh-why are you here?"

"My brothers stag do Miss Steele, now, why are you here?." Isn't it obvious why I was here, surely he knew I was working, I finally found the courage to look up at him and found him smirking at me, he already knew the answer to his own question.

"Isn't it obvious Mr. Grey?"

"Not to me Miss Steele"

"It's Ana, I…I work here", before I even had the chance to doing anything, he leaned down to my level, and whispered in my ear.

"I know Miss Steele", his voice caused me to forget to breathe and a shiver ran through me, I needed to get away from him, or he needed to leave. But before any of that, a pair of strong hands grabbed hold of my shoulders from behind and I instantly stilled not knowing who it was, in a nightclub like this it could be absolutely anyone, unfortunately Christian also noticed my reaction and was once again staring at me, but this time with a different expression on his face only I couldn't figure out what.

"Everything okay here Ana?" I relaxed a little when I recognised the voice, it was only Paul.

"Ermm, yes, everything is fine. Paul this is Christian Grey, Mr Grey this is Paul Clayton, he also works here"

"The Christian Grey?" Paul asks, Christian only narrows at him and slightly nods. Before Paul could speak him, Christian decided to speak.

"If you don't mind Mr Clayton, myself and Miss Steele were having a private conversation…" I just stood there and stared at him, no we wasn't, not really anyway. Paul looks at me for answers the same time Christian turns his attention to me. All I could do is nod at Paul in the hope he would understand, luckily he did.

"I was just coming to tell Ana she needs to stay behind after her shift, a message from the boss. I'll leave you to it", with that he walked away and back towards the bar.

"Where were we Miss Steele?"

"We weren't anywhere Mr. Grey, I have to go I…"

"CHRISTIAN!" Out of nowhere, some other guy appeared at the side of Christian.

"Who's this pretty lady? Am I finally meeting a girlfriend of yours?!" I just stared at this stranger open mouthed, girlfriend? For a few brief seconds I imagined what it would be like to be Christian Grey's girlfriend. Steele! I shook my head, no girlfriend, I don't think so. I looked up at Christian who was glaring at this other guy. That's all he ever seems to do, glare at people.

"Miss Steele, may I introduce to you my idiotic brother Elliot Grey, Elliot this is Anastasia Steele, we met earlier today..." his brother, his stag do.

"The pleasure is all mine Ana, tell me what are you doing talking to my dear younger brother here? He's not exactly fun, I practically had to drag him out tonight" I bet I thought.

"I was just leaving, I work here" he just grinned at me.

"Join us for a drink Ana, it's my stag do!"

"I can't, I have to get back to work. Congratulations though, goodbye Mr. Grey" and before either of them could respond, I turned and walked quickly behind the bar and into the back corridor, I leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths trying to calm myself down.

By the time I got home, it was almost 5am, I stayed behind after my shift had ended to see what my boss wanted. Turns out, I'm getting a promotion, to bar supervisor. I didn't see Christian or his brother for the rest of the night, according to Paul they soon left after I disappeared but not before they apparently had some kind of argument. But even so, I still felt like I was being watched by someone, I never saw anyone but I could feel someone watching my every move. Even when I was driving home, I still felt like someone was not that far away. I crawled into bed, not bothering to set alarm as it was now Sunday. I closed my eyes and dreamt of those hauntingly beautiful piercing grey eyes.

C.P.O.V:

Anastasia Steele. Who was this girl and why the hell could I not get her out of my fucking head. As soon as she left my office I demanded to have a background check on her, within the hour, I had it on my desk. What I read shocked me. She was born in Detroit, it made me feel a little uneasy just thinking about her there. But what shocked me most was that according to this, she has no family, she was and is completely on her own and has been from a young age. What happened to them? How did she survive? What also shocks me is that from the age of 5 up until she was 13 years old she had been in and out of hospital. Why? What the hell happened to this girl? Why the hell do you even care Grey? I needed to find a way to see her again, I carried on reading through her background check when my phone began to ring, without looking at the caller I.D I answered:

"Grey!" I barked into the phone.

"What's up bro!" Elliot my older brother, I knew exactly why he was ringing.

"What is it Elliot? I've got loads of work to do"

"I'm just making sure you are still coming out tonight, you can't miss my stag do bro!"

"Elliot…"

"No, don't even think about it, you're my brother and my best man, you are coming out"

"I'm not in the mood to be watching your drunken ass all night Elliot"

"You won't be, so, fly down to Portland on that chopper of yours and come out and celebrate with me"

"Helicopter Elliot, and why exactly are we celebrating, I can't understand why you are getting married…"

"Don't start Christian, just please for me, try and be supportive"

I was only half listening to what he was saying, my mind was elsewhere reading through Miss Steele's background check, turns out she works at a nightclub in Portland. Nightclubs are not safe places to work, she shouldn't be working there.

"Christian! Christian! Are you there?!" Elliot's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Where are you going tonight?" I asked him.

"Wherever the night takes us little bro, I know you wanted me to use your club in Seattle but I just wanted something more me" I ignored that comment.

"What time?"

"Does that mean you are coming?"

"What time Elliot?"

"9pm, I'll text you the place. Thanks bro! I'll see you later!" he hung up before I could answer. I pressed another number into my phone.

"Taylor! Get Charlie Tango ready!" with that I hung up. To seeing you again Miss Steele. FUCK! Maybe I just needed a new Submissive.