I can't do anything except nod, Christian was here in my apartment building, and he paid my rent. How the hell does he know where I live? I raise up out of the chair, I have no idea what my face looks like but it mustn't look good because as I stand so does Pamela and muscles.

"Are you ok dear, you've gone a little pale." She asks as she walks round the table placing her hand on my arm. I snatch my arm away apologising as I do.

"I'm sorry, I'm fine, I just have to go, thanks for the information." I turn and make way to the front door, muscles is already there holding it open for me, I mumble a thanks as I walk past. I make my way up to my apartment, slamming my door and leaning on it trying to catch my thoughts. Why would he do this, he told me to leave him alone why can't he offer me the same courtesy. I don't want anything from him and I certainly don't want to feel like I owe him anything. As I try to make sense of the situation my mind wanders to the money that was posted earlier today, the money that supposedly came from my boss, and I start to 'wonder if it actually came from him at all, I'm starting to think that maybe Christian had something to do with my boss overpaying me. My feet react before I do and I make my way to the kitchen grabbing the rest of the money that was going to be put away, stuffing it in my pocket as I make my way to the door. I need to know if he did this, I can't accept this money if it's his, oh who am I kidding of course it's his, this is exactly the sort of thing he loves doing. Well he can have it all back and I plan to deliver it personally.

I decide to catch the bus, using some of Christians money, it kills me to do so but the five hour walk would probably do more damage. The bus ride over to Grey House takes just over an hour and as each minute passes I feel more and more nauseous, that coupled with the fact that I haven't eaten for a few days does not make for a very comfortable bus ride. After a short walk from the bus stop I come to a stop in front of Grey House, the building looms over me, the dark overcast sky making it appear ominous with the lobby still looking as intimidating as it did all those months ago. I walk through the the glass doors and the warm air that greets me is almost stifling, a stark difference from the cold Seattle air. I ignore the woman at reception and walk with purpose to the elevators at the back, I stride straight past two security men and press the button to call the lift. I half expected security to stop me as dressed in my jeans and canvas shoes I certainly don't look like Im here on business, though I didn't recognise either of them I'm sure I saw one nudge the other when I walked past. In the lift I try to ignore the onslaught of memories that run through my mind that being in this lift conjures up. As the lift opens up on the 20th floor I can see that nothing has changed as the lobby greets me. I walk up to the desk which is currently being manned by a stunning blonde I have never seen before.

"Excuse me, is Mr Grey available?" I ask the impeccable blonde. She regards me for a moment before glancing down at some papers at her desk.

"I'm sorry Mr Grey is in a meeting right now, do you have an appointment." She says without looking up from her papers.

"No I don't, you know what I'm just going to go right in." I say as I start making my way round the desk to the double wooden doors. My heart is going a mile a minute and my hands are shaking as I reach for the door handles.

"I'm sorry Miss you can't go in there, Miss, Miss." I can hear miss blonde yelling after me as I throw the door open.

Christian is sat behind his desk tapping away on his laptop, his head snaps up and he glares towards the door as I step into the office. As soon as he sees me his expression changes from one of anger to one of complete shock and he goes to stand up. The blonde from the front desk comes to a stop beside me, she throws a dirty look my way which I return with a polite smile.

"I'm sorry Mr Grey, I told her she couldn't come in here, would you like me to call security?" She rushes out whilst batting her eyelashes in Christian's direction. Christian holds up his hand to silence her.

"No it's fine Claire, leave us and make sure I'm not disturbed." He says without taking his eyes off me.

"But sir you.."

"I said leave us!" Christian snaps at her causing her to jump a little bit.

"Of course sir." Claire replies whilst backing out the office, closing the door as she goes. As the door clicks shut I look back up at Christian, he starts to walk around his desk making his way towards me. I hold my hand up, signalling for him to stop, I reach into my pocket with the other hand and pull out the envelope containing the letter and money and hold it out in front of me.

"Are you responsible for this?" I ask trying to remain calm. He's come to a stop in front of his desk and his face is void of any emotion as he stands and stares at me.

"Why did you do this Christian, this," I say as I wave the envelope in front of me, "and paying my rent. What right do you have?" He looks down at his feet, shuffling on the spot, it almost looks like he's unsure of what to say.

"I was just trying to help" he mumbles. I don't know what to say to that, the last time I heard from Christian he had told me to stay away from him, told me he didn't want anything more to do with me and that if I should try and contact him I'd be hearing from his lawyer. So for him to stand here and tell me he wants to help is really confusing.

"Why Christian?" I ask

"Because I want to make sure you're ok, I need to know you're safe, please." He takes a step forward and I hold up my hand again signalling him to stop.

"No you can't do this, you can't just interfere with my life and bail me out when you feel like it, and don't give me money." I say as I throw the envelope at him, he doesn't even attempt to catch it, he just lets it fall to the floor "I don't want your money, I never have." Christian just continues to stare at me, the look on his face is like he can't actually believe I'm here. We continue to stare at each other and I'm not quite sure what to do or say, I want to leave but he has yet to say anything else, he hasn't even apologised for what he's done. The fact that he isn't denying having anything to do with sending that money tells me he definitely sent it. I almost leap out of my skin when his phone starts to vibrate on his desk, the noise seeming to carry on forever in the vast office. Christian turns round and picks the phone off the desk, he silences it before placing it in his trouser pocket. It's only seeing him do this that I take notice of what he's wearing, he has a pair of light grey trouser with a white button up shirt and I can see just passed his shoulder his grey jacket is thrown over the back of his chair, he's also wearing a grey tie that's slightly loosened round his neck, I can't tell which tie it is and I tell myself I really don't want to know. I decide I need to leave now before thoughts of grey ties flood my mind. "Well I should go" I say taking a step back "I'll mail you money for the rent each month."

"I don't want the money for the rent Anastasia." He rushes out before I've even finished speaking. "Please just let me do this for you."

"No. I don't want anything from you and I certainly don't want your money." I turn to walk out the door.

"Ana wait." I hear Christian call after me, I don't stop and as I reach for the door handle Christian grabs my arm and spins me round. "Please don't go." He's so close now, I haven't been this close to him for a while and the feeling that it's causing is unsettling. I want to leave this room but my back is almost touching the door, there's no way I could open it without stepping closer to Christian and If I stepped around him that would leave me standing in his office with him in front of the door effectively trapping me. As he stands there staring at me his hand slowly reaches up from his side and I think he's going to touch my face but instead he grips the top of my arm and pulls me closer to him while spinning us around so that his back is now to the door. I'm about to ask him what the fuck he thinks he's doing when his office door flies open. I can hear Christians assistant yelling at someone that they cant come in, I must have been so wrapped up in the fact that I was so close to Christian once again that I somehow missed the fact that someone was about to storm into his office. Christian turns round, his face throughly pissed and I step to the side to see who's causing all the commotion. Filling up most of the doorway is Christians brother Elliott,

"Elliott?" Christian asks "what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm sorry bro." Elliott says looking rather sheepish.

"Where is she?" I hear a shrill voice shout from just outside the office.