A/N: Thank you for still following my story.

I wasn't going to wait that long to update again:)

The drama is coming in chapter 18/19 so please bear with me.

Important: I do not own the Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters. They belong to the very talented E.L. James.

Ana POV:

"You didn't have to do that, you know," I say as we step into the elevator at Escala a couple of hours later. Dinner was amazing and we all had a lot of fun. It took Christian a while to get comfortable with having everyone around, but I think even he had a nice time.

"Do what?" he asks, pulling me closer to him.

"Give Maya a job. She's good and graduated with excellent results, she would not have been unemployed for long. And… Kate told me that Elliot offered Jackson a job at Grey Construction and he accepted. That was very nice of you, Mr. Grey," I stand on my tippy toes to give him a kiss on his cheek, but he spins me around and pins me to the elevator wall with my hands above my head. He definitely has a fondness for having me against a flat surface.

"You look very sexy, baby," he says against my lips and then lowers his hands to lift me in order for me to wrap my legs around him, grateful that I took the time this morning to slip out and buy a nice dress for tonight.

"And you are really bad at distraction," I tease, but that only encourages him.

"Really?" he asks, trailing my jaw with his tongue. "I think I can successfully distract you before we reach the penthouse." He says before nipping at my ear with his hands squeezing my bud. He presses me against the wall with his body and I feel his erection growing very quickly in his pants. I find it hard to believe that this is the same man that did not have sex during the week before me.

"Oh no. No, no, no… we are going to have a little chat before there will be any funny business." I tell him, pushing him away gently and lowering my legs to the floor.

"Little chat? What could we possibly chat about that can be more important," he traces my throat with his finger until he reach my cleavage, "or more interesting?"

"I have a very long list that we can start with, Mr. Grey, but if we are always… uhm… doing other things, we will never finish with the list." I say with a blush as I can't even say it out loud.

"Say it," he says with a wicked smile, his finger still in my cleavage.

"Excuse me?"

"Say what we are doing when we are… doing other things," I think he is enjoying my discomfort. Lowering his head again, he rubs his nose against my jaw to my ear then he nips on the lobe, almost succeeding in distracting me, "Say what we do, Anastasia."

"Make love," I whisper.

"And when we are not making love?"

"Oh for heaven sakes, why do you want me to say it?" I ask, now getting irritated with this pointless conversation when I have a damn list.

"Calm down, Tiger. I just want you to call a spade a spade. I don't want you to be shy with me. So, just say it. I remember you saying something about a little chat and I'm sure this is not what you had in mind," he says, moving away from me.

"Okay, you want to hear it. There will be no fucking right now, Christian. We are going to have a chat. We never finished our talk this morning as you distracted me."

"Ah yes, by fucking you senseless," he says with that wicked smile again.

When we reach the apartment, we walk inside and unlike previous times when he could not keep his hands off me, he walks to kitchen and comes out with a bottle of wine and two glasses, pointing for me to go to the great room.

"I'm sure I will need this for our chat," he says, holding the bottle of wine in the air.

When we sit down on the couch, I start to think of all the things we need to talk about. My list suddenly disappeared and I can't remember even one thing I wanted to know.

"You are very quiet all of the sudden. If you would rather… do other things, you won't hear any complaints from me, baby."

"No, I… okay, what did you think when you saw me for the first time?" That has been on my mind so I might as well start with that. He takes his time to pour wine, seemingly very interested in how it flows into the glasses.

"I thought you were a sub. I wanted you as my sub." He hands me a glass of wine and looks down into his own. "Elena said no, but I saw it as a challenge. No one ever say no to me. When she told me that you were different, I didn't know just how different." He answers very reluctantly, avoiding eye contact. He really is keeping to his word to always be honest with me. I can tell he does not want to talk about this, but his answer to my one question is now responsible for a lot more.

"What does Elena have to do with it?" I ask and he still doesn't look up. "Why did she say no?" I ask again, but he still doesn't answer. He thought I was a sub, in Elena's office? Oh hell. Please not that. "She arranges your subs, doesn't she? She's your… pimp? And she only said no because she is scared of my father and because he had information that she wanted… information that she has now." I should have just let him fuck me… but noooo, I needed more information. I wanted to talk and now I spoiled both our moods. I'm in way, way over my head and I don't know how to get out. Most importantly, I don't know if I even want out. I'm definitely upset, but not sure if it's at him, at me or at Elena.

"It's not like that, Ana. Elena is not new in this lifestyle. Yes, she introduced me to potential submissives and if the interview is a success, we would sign a contract and start meeting on weekends. She is not arranging my subs, she used to introduce me to them, past tense. But… she's not my pimp, Ana. We have been friends and business partners for a long time, that's all. As for her being scared of your dad, well… having met him, that might be true, but that is not why she wanted me to stay away from you. She thinks you are too good for me. She thinks I'm going to ruin your life and she said that you are not made for the lifestyle." Oh yes, just make me feel more inadequate. As if the fact that he is a very sexy, multi billionaire is not enough to make me feel like shit.

"I'll never be able to give you that. I will never be able to give you what you need, will I?" Okay, I'm being overly dramatic, but I'm sure anyone in my position would feel the same.

"Ana, you are what I need. I've told you that several times. I don't need that anymore and who knows, maybe in time I will take you to the playroom and we can play, but even if we don't, I will happy and I've never been happy. Ever. And that's all you. You make me laugh. You make me smile. You make me want to get up in the morning for more than just going to work." How could I not believe him when his eyes are filled with such sincerity?

"Your family doesn't know about your lifestyle?" He raises his eyebrow and I quickly correct my question, "Previous lifestyle?"

"No, the only people that know are you, Elena and my staff. All except you and Elena have signed NDA's and they value their employment, so their silence is guaranteed. Oh, and John Flynn, my psychiatrist. He really wants to meet you by the way." I'm as tense as I've ever been, but he seems completely relaxed.

"You told your psychiatrist about me?" That seems a bit odd, but then again, this is Christian Grey we are talking about.

"You drive me insane, it seemed like the right thing to do. He was surprised to say the least and very curious about the girl that captured my attention and was driving me crazier than he's seen me before." He says, sitting back against the couch, looking utterly relaxed. I stare at him, trying to remember the other questions, and failing miserably. "Nothing else you want to discuss tonight?" he asks and I shake my head. Maybe it's now time for him to take me to bed. "Good, but before I sweep you off your feet and take you to bed, you should see this." He hands me the iPad next to him, which I didn't even notice before. I sweep my hand across the screen and take a deep breath when I see the photo of Christian and myself at the graduation yesterday.

Friend… friend or girlfriend… friend?

Yes Seattle, you are not seeing things. Billionaire Christian Grey was finally photographed with a woman besides his mother and sister. The photo was taken yesterday and, possibly the luckiest woman in the USA, was identified as Anastasia Steele. It was taken at her graduation. When asked, a friend of Ms. Steele confirmed that the two are close friends. Apart from his mother and sister, the 28-year old bachelor has never been seen or photographed with a woman. This of course made most of the people think that he might be batting for the same team, which would have been a shame with a face and body like that.

Also seen in the photo is millionaire brother, Elliot Grey, playboy of Seattle, with Katherine Kavanagh, who also graduated with Ms. Steele. Ms. Kavanagh is the daughter of media mogul James Kavanagh of Kavanagh Media.

Now, the question that everyone is asking: Is the beautiful Ms. Anastasia Steele a friend or a girlfriend? From the look Mr. Grey is giving her in the photo above, the answer is clear, but for confirmation… we will just have to wait and see.

"Oh shit. This is not good. How did they get my name? Who did they talk to?" I ask mostly to myself. Christian on the other hand looks calm… way, way, too calm. "For someone who values his privacy above all, you seem very calm."

"I do value my privacy, but then again, now most men will assume that we are a couple and they will stay away from you. Then again, you are not a secret I want to keep, Ana." I roll my eyes and put my wine on the table in order to crawl into his lap. When I look up however, I'm confused with his expression. "And if you roll your eyes at me again, I will take you over my knee and give you the spanking I've been wanting to give you since you slapped me, Anastasia."

"Spank me? For real?" I sound horrified, but I've been wondering what that would be like since Kate kept going on about her first spanking two years ago.

"Yes. It's rude, so if you roll your eyes at me again, I will spank you five times before I fuck you." And he is not making any jokes.

"Okay, stow that twitching palm, Grey. I will try my best to avoid rolling my eyes at you. Now, I was wondering why you would like men to assume I'm in a relationship with you when I have a six foot something giant following me everywhere I go. I'm certain that seeing Luke with me will deter any unwanted attention." Even some friends might stay away.

"Baby, if I can put a neon sign on your head saying "Property of Christian Grey" I would do that, too. Now, I think we had enough of a little chat. I would rather go and do other things… right now." Before I can stop myself, and I swear it was totally by accident, I roll my eyes at his continued reference to my earlier statement.

When I realize what I've done, I look into his eyes to see if he caught that and of course he would not have missed that. Seems I don't have to wait to find out if spanking is all it's said to be. Kate said that it's a turn on for her, but I'm not too sure I'm made for that. Honestly, I'm a bit scared that it will hurt.

"You cannot say that I didn't warn you, Ana. I told you that I would spank you if you rolled your eyes at me again and I assure you that I was not joking. You should know by now that I always mean every word I say." He starts to get up and I'm torn between wanting to run like hell and wanting to know what it's like. "Come, Anastasia. The cameras are still on in here… and baby, biting your lip now will not work."

"Will it hurt?" I ask as I get up slowly. I take his offered hand and we walk to his bedroom.

"I know you won't understand now, but you will see that it's not as bad as you think it is." When we get to the bedroom, he closes the door and turn around to look at me standing close to the bed, unsure of what to do. "Anastasia, I will never do more than what I think you can take. You might not know what your limits are, but I have a pretty good idea."

"How do you know?" If I don't even know, how can he possibly know?

"I will tell you later." And then, right before my eyes and after a quick kiss to my cheek, I see him transform into a completely different Christian. A very hot Christian. "Get undressed." He instructs and his tone is enough to let me know that he will not tolerate any disobedience now.

I get undressed with shaky fingers, but I'm not scared of him, I'm just unsure if this is something that I would like or if this is even something that I should like. When I'm undressed, I turn around to find Christian in only his pants. This is by far my favourite look for him and for a moment I forget what we are about to do. He sits down on the edge of the bed and tap twice on his thigh.

"Lie face down on my lap," he instructs again. So this is what dominating Christian is like. It's hot! Scary, but hot. "I will spank you five times Anastasia and I want you to count. If you want me to stop, what should you say?"

"Stop."

"Yes. When you want me to stop, simply say stop and I will. Are you ready?" he asks. How does someone like me even know when you're ready for something like this? My parents didn't even spank me, although there were a lot of times when a spanking would have been totally deserved.

"No… yes… I don't know," I'm scared. I'm scared that it will hurt, but most of all, I'm scared that I will hate him for it afterwards.

"Relax, Ana. This is crime and punishment. If you break the eye rolling rule, this will be your punishment," he says as he starts to rub my bum, but I stay quiet and wait nervously for the first blow to come down. "You're important to me, Ana. I won't knowingly do something to ruin what we have," he continues softly and I relax immediately. My subconscious is fuming, but my inner goddess is ecstatic at the thought that I'm important to him.

"I'm ready," I say with conviction and relax. He won't hurt me, I know it in my heart.

Then the first blow comes down on my naked ass and I try not to make a sound, but I do. How can I not with the strength in his hand? Damn, I hope he is not planning on spanking his kids.

"One," I cry out, but when he rubs my cheek with his hand, the pain is almost gone when the second blow comes down on the other cheek.

"Two," I cry out again, but softer and sounding less in pain. By the third blow, I've relaxed enough to start to feel something that is definitely not pain. As wrong as this feels, I feel the effects in my core. Taking me completely by surprise, the fourth blow comes down low, very, very close to my sex. This time the moan that follows is one of disapproval as I want him to rub lower. Then the last one hits the right cheek of my bum and I moan a bit louder.

"Five," I whisper breathlessly, ready for him to take me.

"You did very well, Anastasia. Would you like a reward for your good behaviour?" He asks and I would have answered verbally if his finger was not tracing the lips of my sex. He carefully avoids touching where the ache is starting to become unbearable. Instead all I do is moan softly, lifting my ass in an unsuccessful effort to get him to touch me. "You're turned on. You're wet and craving for me to fuck you. You want it hard and you want it fast. You want relieve for the ache I created right here," he says with a damn sexy voice just as he pushes two fingers into me… hard and as deep as he could go. I'm about to lose it, but his fingers disappear quickly as they entered me.

"Please…" I beg, not recognising my own voice.

"Would you like to discuss the spanking first? How it made you feel?" he asks and I'm starting to get annoyed. I'm imagining him sitting here with a big fat smile, enjoying my discomfort. Bastard!

"No," I respond, sounding every bit as annoyed and frustrated as I feel. This gets me a soft chuckle. Did I mention bastard already?

"What would you like to do, Ana? You will have to be very specific though." Oh. For. Fuck. Sakes. If this is how he wants to play it, fine.

"I want you to fuck me… please," The hard intake of breath tell me that he certainly did not expect that response. Shit, I never expected to hear that sentence come out of my mouth, but what's a girl to do in this position.

Instead of giving me another smart ass remark, I'm picked up and placed on my hands and knees on the bed in a blink of an eye. And then the anticipation, discomfort and ache all disappear as he fills me to the hilt with himself. I've never seen someone undress as fast as this man, not that I'm complaining.

All too soon I start to get that incredible feeling that I'm sure only Christian will ever be able to give me… the feeling of safety and unbelievable pleasure. Funny that the only man to ever give me physical punishment is the man I feel comfortable and safe with.

Christian POV:

Oh fuck this is not going to last long. The one woman that I would like to fuck for hours also happens to be the one to steal all my self control that I worked years on to perfect. Steal is not the right word though as I give it to her freely.

I look down at where we are connected and quickly discover that it was not a smart move. Even thinking of my mother in a bathing suit will not work right now as I'm too far gone. When I feel her getting close to orgasm, I start to thrust harder.

"Come with me, Ana," I manage to get out. My blood feels like lava running through my veins and any medical doctor will think I'm close to a heart attack with the heart rate I must have at this moment. One thing is certain, I'm never going to get enough of her and I don't want to.

"Christiaaaan!" she screams as she reach her climax and I finally let go, giving her everything I've got, certain that there is not enough room inside her.

"Fuuuuck! This is so good," I tell her as she continues to milk my dick, loving the fact that I'm the only one to ever experience this with her.

Breathless and stripped of every bit of strength in me, I collapse on the bed beside her, taking her with me and keeping her as close to me as possible. This is one of the things that she can say she was the only one to experience with me. I've never, ever cuddled with a woman after sex. It was a means to an end after all. With Ana it's a necessity like breathing, eating and sleeping. Without this with her, I won't be able to function properly and after a while, not at all.

"That was awesome, baby." I say into her hair, taking a whiff of my favourite scent at the same time.

"I thought so, too," she replies sounding very close to sleep. Since I'm not far behind her, I reach down for the blanket and pull it over us…drifting into a peaceful sleep that only she can give me.

"Good morning, Taylor. I apologize for having you up this early, but there is something that I need done and since I need it done before the Coping Together benefit next weekend, the work will need to start today." I say as I enter my study to find Taylor already waiting for me. When he looks up at me, I could swear I saw a ghost of a smile, but it's gone as soon as it appeared.

"Good morning, Sir. It's not a problem. Gail went to her sister for the weekend and Sophie is at her mother's so I really don't need the weekend off. What can I do for you?" he asks and I reach for the folder in front of me.

"I've made a list of things to be done in the playroom. I don't want Ms. Steele to know that any work is being done, so I'm planning on taking her away. I've included the arrangements in the folder as well. You will also find the items I already ordered as it will be delivered today, with the exception of the bed as it can only be delivered on Wednesday." Curiosity got the better of him and he opens the folder to glance at my plans. When I see him raise his eyebrows with his mouth wide open, I know he's shocked and believe me I've done plenty worthy of that expression and never got it so he must be truly shocked.

"I see… I… uhm, I will see that this gets done to your specification before next weekend, Sir." He says as he close the folder and look up, stoic expression back in place. "Would Sawyers presence be required for today?"

"No, please just arrange the required sweep before we arrive. I've included a list of items to be delivered with the sweep." I tell him and he gets up to leave.

"Anything else, Sir?" he asks hesitantly.

"That will be all, Taylor. Thank you." Again, I've shocked the poor man, but I'm in such a good mood that it's hard to be my normal, business like, grumpy self.

As he turns to leave, I again see the ghost of a smile on his face and my shit eating grin increases when a freshly showered Ana walks into my study in a bathrobe as Taylor walks out.

"Good Morning, Jason. How are you this morning?" she asks polity and I try to focus on the fact that she is mine in order not to come across as the jealous boyfriend. Damn, does that word sound nice.

"Good morning, Ms. Steele. I'm good, thank you. How are you?" okay, so the jealousy is starting to become more dominant.

"Very well, thank you. Enjoy the rest of your day if I don't see you before I leave." And just like that the shit eating grin disappears. Taylor glances at me and can see that I'm not as happy as I was a minute ago and wisely decide to leave as fast as possible.

When the door closes behind Ana, she walks over to my desk and goes to sit in the chair Taylor just sat in. How many things will she do this morning to ruin what's left of my good mood? And when did I turn into this needy, greedy, touchy, feeling man?

"Do you have a lot of work to do?" she asks nervously, probably sensing my foul mood at the moment.

"No, what gave you that idea?" I ask, sounding like a five year old who's favourite toy was snatched from him and not finding the will to care. What the hell does she have to do today?

"Uhm… I just thought… with you being in here…" she struggles to find the right words and I just keep quiet. I'm being an ass again, I know. "Okaaay then, I will just go and get dressed." She says and starts to walk towards the door. Before she can open it however, I have her pinned to it.

"Why do you want to leave?" I have to get control of myself. I take a deep breath and before I have time to apologize for my mood, feisty Ana rears her pretty little head.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You leave your bedroom practically whistling and I come in here to find you all pissy… and gumpy… and shit." She says as she starts to try and get out of my hold on her.

"I was in a good mood, a very good mood, but then you said that you are leaving." Seems the five year old is still present.

"Of course I'm leaving. Duh, I have boxes to unpack and clothes to put away. Remember the moving company loading my stuff yesterday? They don't unpack and organise, Christian. So, while you sit here and sulk, I will be doing the not so fun part of moving unless you want to come with me and help." She teases, but she has no idea how desperate I am to be in her presence.

"Can I bring my laptop?" Not sure how much work I will get done with her close by, but fuck, she's leaving in three days and then I won't see her, or so she thinks.

"You can bring your laptop, but first I need to get dressed." At least she's smiling again.

I let her go and walk with her to the bedroom while holding hands. Only at this moment do her words register in my brain.

"Pissy and grumpy and shit, huh?" I tease, sure that I've never had those words said to me like that. The things she comes up with.

"Yes. Pissy and grumpy and shit. I swear you are the most mercurial man I've ever met." Oh baby, you are yet to meet the rest of my moods.

"Fifty shades, baby, fifty shades." I say before I stop myself. She stops and looks up at me.

"Fifty shades of what?" she asks and I pull her with me into the bedroom.

"Fifty shades of fucked up." I say matter of factly and start to pack an overnight bag. Come hell or high water… or possibly kidnapping… I will not change all of my plans for this weekend.

"Christian, that's not true." From her tone one would think I've just insulted her.

"Yes, it is. Eventually you will see that, too. I just hope you will be able to look past it and stay." I say, paying far too much attention to the task at hand in order to avoid looking at her.

"And I hope that you will eventually look past your insecurities and realise that I'm not going anywhere." She says calmly as she continues to get dressed and pack her things into her bag. I hate knowing that once we leave the apartment, there will be nothing left in here to remind me of her presence in my life.

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