A/N: This will be the last update before my surgery on December 8th. That being said, it will all depend on how I am recuperating on how fast I'm able to update. Sorry guys!

Anastasia

I wake to blinding lights and an engine starting. I sit straight up in bed and look at the clock. 1:00 am. "What in the hell is going on?"

Standing, I throw on my black satin robe and secure it tightly before heading through the main living space to my front door.

I gasp. "No!" Yanking my door open, I see the tail lights of my Mitsubishi SUV making their way down the drive, away from me. They took my car! Oh, he is so dead!

Stomping my way through the backyard barefooted, I take the steps up to Christian's deck and knock hard on his French door, startling him awake. Good. I hope I scared some life out of him. By the time he realizes it's me, I'm standing on his deck with a hand on my hip, my bare foot tapping on the wood.

I watch him throw his legs over the side of the bed and I'm angry at myself for my stomach clenching when I see him in nothing but teeny black boxerbriefs. You're mad, Steele. Don't forget that.

He unlocks his deck door and opens it for me. "I take it, it's time for an argument?"

I roll my eyes and storm into his room. "You think!" I whisper-yell it so I don't wake our girl.

"Anastasia..."

"No! You can't just steal my car! It's my car! One that I'm still paying on!" I only have a few grand left, but that's beside the point!

"You have a new one." He rubs his eyes, obviously trying to wake a little bit.

"I do not! I'm just borrowing it!"

"That's bullshit. I put it in your name. It's yours."

"Well, I don't want it! Undo it!"

He rolls his eyes. "I will not. That car is a death trap and was leaving an oil stain on my concrete."

Now it's time for my eye roll. "Well I apologize to your precious concrete, but I could get it fixed!"

"It isn't worth the money!"

"It isn't your decision!"

"You will take the new one."

"No." I stand, crossing my arms defiantly like a child.

"Yes."

I shake my head and he lunges, pinning me to the wall.

"You will take the fucking car."

"Only my Mitsubishi!"

Growling, he yanks me off the ground and uses his body to hold me to the wall. His erection is pressing into my center and I really wish I would have put some clothes on. Why do I have to sleep naked?

"You'll do as I say." He grinds into me, causing me to moan.

"I don't want to!"

"You want to do this the hard way, Anastasia?"

I whimper. What does that mean?

One of his arms releases me for a second and then I feel his warm, hard length against my wet center. Oh, fuck.

"Fuck, you're bare." He must have not realized I didn't have panties on. He yanks on the tie of my satin robe and it falls open to reveal my breasts and abdomen. "God damn it, woman. Did you want me to find you like this?"

I whimper. "I sleep naked."

His forehead rests against mine, but his eyes don't leave my hard nipples.

"I need you to be safe. You need to accept the car."

"No." Now it's a game.

He growls. "Damn it, Ana. I'll make you take it."

"You won't-Oh!" My head falls back and hits the wall as I feel his head enter me.

"Do you want me, babydoll?"

I'm panting. He knows I do. It's a game for him, too.

I nod. "Yes."

He slips out of me and I pout as he leans over to the side table a few feet from us and yanks the drawer open. A condom? Now?

He yanks out a bottle of lubricant instead and quickly squeezes it between us. He throws the closed bottle back on the table and works the lube over his dick before his hand finds my center and rubs some onto me and into me with two fingers. I moan and grind into his fingers.

"Good girl. I want you all worked up." He kisses my lips and replaces his fingers with his giant cock.

"Ohhh fuck." I almost go cross-eyed as he enters me, the lube helping him glide smoothly. Still it takes a few tries before he seats completely.

"So tight, babydoll. Fuck. It's like I haven't even had you, yet."

I hum. I like that. I want him to need me. I want it to feel incredible every single time with me.

He begins to move and I cling to him, moaning quietly in his ear. "So good, Christian. So good." I begin to throb and I my thighs clench around him, waiting for the explosion, but he stills.

I whine.

"You'll take the car."

"I won't." I'm so stubborn.

He starts to move again and I moan out. "Faster, Christian..."

"You'll take the car."

I whimper. "But I don't want to."

"Then we won't come." He picks up his pace just a little and I clench around him. "Such a damn shame. I wanted to mark you."

I pout. "That's not fair. Oh..." He pivots his hips and thrusts hard, hitting the spot that aches. "Right there."

"It's completely fair. You agree to the car and I'll keep hitting your sweet spot. I'll let you come and I'll come so deep you'll carry me with you for three days."

Oh, fuck. "Okay, okay. Please Christian!" He quickens his thrusts as his length hits the same delicious spot over and over. So damn close.

"You'll take the car." He's panting.

I nod. "Yes. Make me come. Please! Make me come." How this man gets me begging so easily, I can't figure out. Of course the fact that he has the ability to make me come over and over with ease might have something to do with it. Plus, he gets me coming harder than ever.

"Good girl. That's what I need to hear. I've got you now. You're close. I can feel it."

Two orgasms later for me and one for him and he finally slips out of me and carries me to his bed, where he plops me down, the bed bouncing. He collapses next to me on the bed, panting.

"Damn, Ana. It's always so intense with you."

I giggle and lean back on my hands while I look back at the man who's laying on his back with his feet dangling off the side. His boxer briefs are still around his thighs and he's still hard. Machine.

He looks down at himself. "Fuck, baby. It's like we didn't even go a round." He yanks his underwear up, flexing his hips. and does his best to tuck his still-hard dick away. He sits up and his eyes wander over my body.

Realizing my robe is still wide open, I close it quickly and tie it.

"Aw, you didn't have to put those away."

I giggle. "Playtime is over. You managed to fuck me into submission. Not sure how I feel about that."

He shrugs. "It worked and it was fun."

"You like a little submission in the bedroom?" I'm coming to realize.

He thinks on it. "Yea, I suppose I do. Does that piss you off?"

Now it's my turn to think. "No, not really. As long as you keep doing that, I don't know what girl could say anything different."

Realizing I've probably overstayed my welcome, I stand and stretch. "I better get to my own bed now."

He grabs the bow of my robe as I take a step. "No, Ana. That's not how this goes. You're not a fuck buddy. Now get your ass in this bed so I can cuddle it."

I giggle. "So bossy."

He pulls down the bedding for me and smacks my backside. "In you get. Move over. This is my side."

I do as he says, but tut. "Damn, Christian. You act like I'm one of your employees." I still. "Oh, wait." Realization hits.

He pulls the robe up enough to knead my backside. "You're off the clock. You're not an employee, Anastasia." He squeezes my right cheek. "Fuck, I keep meaning to mark this..."

I give him a grin and snuggle into him. "Next time."

He hums and his hand leaves my backside to wrap around my waist. "I like that."

Christian

I smile down at my sleeping beauty that has a vice grip on my pillow. I could definitely get used to waking up next to her everyday. I finish tying my tie for work and have a seat on the side of the bed so I can wake her.

"Anastasia, babydoll, wake up." I rub her cheek with my thumb.

"Hmm?" She lets go of my pillow and stretches.

"Wake up. I need you to get dressed."

She shoots straight up, making me chuckle. "Oh my God! What time is it?"

"Relax, Ana. You've got time to shower and change. I'll keep Ellie entertained while you sneak back to your place."

She gives me a sleepy grin. "I'll be a ninja."

Leaning on a knee so I can get closer, I press a kiss to her lips. "Come on, Ninja. Up you go." I pull the blankets back and she gasps and yanks them back over her.

"What is it?"

Her cheeks color. "I um... I leaked."

My grin widens. "I like my mark leaking down your thighs while you sleep. No reason to be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural and completely sexy."

"But... but Gail is going to find it."

I roll my eyes. "You think she looks with a microscope? She won't notice... and if she does, who gives a shit?"

I yank the blankets out of her grip and grab her legs so I can yank her out of bed. She squeals as I yank and I enjoy getting an eyeful of the mess between her legs when the robe rides up.

"Definitely in need of a shower. I'm going to be thinking of you like this all morning." I try to push her legs apart, but she smacks my hands away.

"No, no! I need to get moving. Go entertain your daughter before she comes looking."

XxXxXx

My morning is bright and I find myself with a smile plastered on my face. I suppose the post-coital bliss has something to do with it. I can't get the vision and sound of my sexy brunette out of my head. I love how responsive she is to me... the way she begs me for more. She wants me to give her all the pleasure she can handle and the noises she makes when I deliver assure me I'm doing it right. Fuck. I need to stop dwelling on it before my arousal shows in front of everyone in the conference room.

My phone dings and I grin down at a picture of Ana and Ellie, their faces full of green goop while they pucker their lips.

*Getting beautified for Daddy.*

*Is that guacamole?*

*...Maybe.*

I snort. *Then get me some tortilla chips.*

*So gross, Grey!*

"Mr. Grey... Mr. Grey!"

My head snaps up and my grin disappears. I clear my throat. "Go on."

I feel my phone vibrate on my thigh and I glance down to read the text, hoping Ana has sent another picture. My heart lurches when I see the name and my body jolts, sending my phone crashing to the floor. Barney stops talking when he hears the ruckus and everyone stares.

Fuck.

I rub my face roughly. "I need a ten minute break."

The others mumble under their breath as I push myself away from the table and grab my phone from the floor so I can stride to my office for a few minutes to calm down.

I find myself pacing in my office. I had completely forgotten about this. This is going to break Anastasia's heart, no matter how I bring this up. No matter how much I try to explain that there isn't anything I can do to fix it. I can't take it back and I can't change it.

This could ruin everything.

I have to make her understand.

XxXxXx

I find myself at Ana's door with two bottles of wine. My girl is up in her room sleeping already and I have my phone's alert on to alert me if there is movement at the main house incase she goes looking for me.

"Christian." Anastasia gives me a bright smile and my heart aches with how beautiful she is. It makes it so much harder to talk to her about this.

"I've come to hang out."

Her giggle washes over me and I find myself grinning. "Hanging out, huh? Sounds fun."

"Yes. I even brought adult snacks. I brought two so you can turn yours into an adult Capri Sun."

A giant grin is on her face, but she rolls her eyes. "Get your ass in here and I'll get the crazy straws."

It isn't long before we're both sitting down on her couch, each with a bottle of wine with a straw hanging out of it. She shoved the gray dog shaped one in my bottle before I could put up a fight. I'm just glad she didn't shove the phallic-shaped straw in it. It seems that it's her preferred straw, so I suppose she's keeping it to herself. I watch her take a sip and so wish it was my dick she was sucking instead.

I need to get my mind out of the gutter. There are more pressing matters.

"Christian?" My eyes meet hers. "Ellie talked about her mom again today. Would you be open to talking about it a little? Just so I can understand it a little more? If it's too personal, I understand."

I let out a long sigh and scrub my hand through my hair. To be honest, I'm surprised she hadn't asked before now. "No, it's fine. I'll tell you."

She gives me a relieved smile and snuggles in deeper to the corner of the couch, turning toward me. She feels too far for such an intimate conversation, so I find myself sliding close to her and pulling her legs into my lap, covering us in a throw. I can't help but run a hand up and down her bare leg while my other hand rests on her thigh. This isn't what I intended to speak to her about, but I want her to know that I'm willing to be open and honest with her and show her just how much she means to me. The other shit will need to wait.

"Well, where do I start?"

"Um," She shrugs. "The beginning, I guess. Where'd you meet?"

"Leila and I met at a bar in college. There was this guy that wouldn't leave her alone so I pretended to be her boyfriend so he would. She was this little thing with bright green eyes and I felt the need to protect her." I snort. "If only I knew how little she needed it... but, hindsight is 20/20 I guess. From there we started dating and she was respectful about my touch issues. I started dabbing in my business while I was in my last year of college and then, as soon as I managed to bank half a mill with a prestigious IT company, suddenly she got pregnant."

She snorts. "She just happened to get pregnant."

I give her a knowing smirk. "Yep." I pop the P. "Banked the money and eight weeks later, there was a white stick sitting on my bathroom counter. I should regret telling her, but considering Ellie is my whole world and the best thing to ever happen to me, I really don't."

"Did you realize then? I mean that she did it on purpose?"

My hand stills on her leg and I knead her thigh. I can't get enough of them. Why does she have to be so perfect?

"Christian?"

I shake my head. "Sorry. Um, no. Not then. I was still too starry-eyed over her to see it."

"When did you know?"

"I started to notice her lack of patience when Ellie was just a baby. She'd scream and Leila would just ignore it. I could hear the baby screaming from outside the apartment and I'd find Leila hiding in another room while Ellie just sobbed in her crib." Fuck. I should have fought for custody then.

"No, Christian. No. How could she do that?" Anastasia's eyes are full of tears and when she blinks, they roll down her cheeks. I reach up to wipe one away and feel the tension that started to wind tighter release a little when she nuzzles into my palm.

"She chalked it up to being a young mom. Said she just needed some help. I asked my mom to come check on them on her days off and it seemed to help. For Ellie's sake, it helped. Leila relaxed a little and I really thought our family was going to work. But, when Ellie was a toddler, she started to pressure me into marrying her even though I said from the very beginning that marriage was never something I wanted. My dreams of having my own company was my marriage. I am married to work and I don't want any other kind of marriage."

Her eyebrows knit together as she makes sense of it all. "So... so you never wanted to get married?"

I shake my head.

"Never?"

"Never."

"Why?"

"Why should I? It's a legal contract that fucks both people over if they break it and even more so for the person that has more assets."

"But there are pre-nups." She's looking at me like I'm this strange creature that's lost its mind.

"More contract shit. The only contracts I want are ones that grow my company."

Her eyes dance around my face trying to read me.

"What?" Why can't women grasp this concept.

"I just... it seems sad. I feel sad for you."

I snort. "Why? It's my decision."

"Yes." She shakes her head, looking like she's trying to shake off the sadness. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry. Go on."

"So when she realized that she wasn't getting anymore money than the weekly allowance I gave her and she wasn't getting access to half my shit or my bank accounts, she began cheating. She would leave Ellie with a sitter and bring assholes back while I was gone. The sitter admitted it when I came home early one day. That was the day I changed the locks and packed her shit. She can fuck me over as much as she wants, but finding my daughter with some teenager that I never met... that's too fucked up. If something would have happened to her..." I shake my head. I hate the thought of it.

"So you do know she was cheating..."

Her comment intrigues me. "Why do you say it like that?"

"Ellie said that her mom was taking boys to the bedroom to kiss them when you were gone and not to tell you because it would upset you."

I throw my head back, so pissed at Leila. "That bitch. That narcissistic disgusting bitch." The fact that she flaunted the others in front of our daughter has me reeling! And Ellie not telling me because she is worried about my heartache is so devastating. Such a miserable thing for a little girl to have to bear.

"I wanted so badly to shelter Ellie from all this destruction and I failed." I swallow back tears.

"Oh... no, Christian. You didn't fail!" She pulls on my arm and I slide closer to her, wrapping my arms around her so I can rest my head on her shoulder. My heart needs the closeness. I need the affection. I hate that I do, but fuck, I do and Ana doesn't mind. Sometimes I think she craves it as much as I do.

When she begins to run her fingers through my hair, I relax against her and press my face to her neck.

"You are an incredible father, Christian. That is one of the main reasons why I'm so attracted to you. You are such a good man and you did your best to keep your family together and, when you saw your daughter in danger, you put a stop to it immediately. You didn't wait for something to happen. You jumped to and who knows how much damage you managed to save her from. You're extraordinary." She presses a kiss to my hair and I feel like I'm breaking and mending at the same damn time. I don't know what to say or how to thank her or even what to do. I feel frozen in my spot and I'm worried if I do anything, I might just shatter. I feel completely raw. I've never really opened up like this before. I never admitted to anyone that she was fucking around with other guys. If Ellie didn't have my eyes and my chin, I would have found myself questioning how long it had been going on.

Even though I want to hide in her neck and try to wish the past away until my chest feels lighter, I know I need to finish this.

"In October, she took me to court to try to get money. When she was denied the child support, she told the judge she wanted to sign her rights away. Right there. She didn't want Ellie. She never really wanted her."

"No!" Ana is completely shocked. "She really did that? How could you not want Ellie? What kind of person could look at that sweet face and walk away?" I hear her sniffle and looking up, she has tears. "She has to be a sociopath or something. I can't even comprehend that."

I sigh, trying to relieve the heaviness in my chest that is so painful,. I hate that I've upset Ana, but the fact that she feels so strongly for my daughter is astonishing. This woman is incredible.

"How did you tell Ellie? I can't even begin to imagine now devastating that had to be."

"It was the worst day of my life." I can't hold back my tears anymore. The mere thought of that day is so painful. "Trying to tell my sweet girl that she wouldn't see her mommy again... Shit, Ana. She sobbed. She screamed. She blamed me and hit and kicked and begged to see her. I broke my own baby that day. Her heart just shattered."

"Christian." The back of her knuckles run down my cheek, wiping my tears.

"I just kept hold of her until she exhausted herself so much, she fell asleep in my arms. I couldn't let her go. I was so worried she'd wake up and not see me and panic. I just sat there all night and held her." My lovebug.

"Can I go up and hold her now?" Anastasia'a voice is rough from crying, but her question makes me chuckle. It feels good to laugh through the hurt.

"You can't leave her, Ana."

"You're right. She needs love. And I need her."

I grin. "I know. And I love that you do."

I know I still have to talk to Ana about next week, but I just can't bear it right now. I have a feeling she can't either. It will have to wait another day. I push the thoughts back and concentrate on the woman in front of me so I don't fall apart in front of her.

"I just want to lay here and watch some shitty program until we forget about how painful this shit is." I grab my phone and place it on the coffee table so I can hear it go off if Ellie gets up.

"That sounds perfect." Leaning down, she grabs her bottle and takes a deep drink of her wine before offering it to me.

I look down at the penis that's been shoved in my face. "No."

It makes her giggle. "Fine. Don't know what you're missing, Grey."

"I'm fine with that. I'll leave the cock sucking to you."

"I don't mind that." She gives me a wink and offers me the other bottle. I gladly gulp down some of the wine, needing something in my veins to relax me.

I wrap myself around her like a vine as we lay on the couch watching television and slowly, I feel my chest releasing the hurt. This woman that I'm practically suffocating under me has begun to mend so much for my daughter and me. Without even knowing it, she's gluing back the pieces of our hearts and showing us that maybe we aren't as damaged as I thought we were.

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