Chapter 11:

The new club was called Babble. It was a high-end nightclub that offered the ultra-rich a place to party with private suites, bottle-service, and individual wait staff. The dance floor was made of Plexi-glass with neon lights underneath. All the walls were painted ivory which lit up when the dance floor was active. Their drinks never went empty, and the food was even delicious. They arrived a bit before eight, however, Ana's mystery date was late, and she was getting anxious. She had never been stood up before and didn't think her heart could handle it. She was about to leave when a murmur filled the place and all heads turned to see who was causing a stir. Standing was Christian Grey in all his glory! Ana gulped when she saw Elliot and Christian shake hands, and then Elliot led the young billionaire towards their suite. Kate was all smiles.

"I'm going to kill you both." Ana whispered to her friend.

"What? I had nothing to do with this."

"Liar."

Elliot strutted up to their table. "Look who I found loitering around the place."

Christian smiled at Ana with hunger in his eyes. "Ana."

"Christian."

Elliot clapped his hands. "Alright, we are all here, let's get this party started." He offered his hand to Kate. "Milady, a dance, per chance?"

"My pleasure, my good sir." She answered, letting him help her from her chair. Ana only rolled her eyes and watched as they made their way to the dance floor.

"As always, you are the most beautiful woman here." Christian offered as he poured himself a glass of champagne. "I'm glad you are back."

"Hmmm."

"I should have called but I was scared that you would hang up on me."

"You don't know me that well, do you?" She said into her own goblet of sweet champagne.

They stared at each other for a few moments. "I would like to get to know you again." He scooted their chairs closer. "I've missed you so much."

"Yes, I can tell. The many calls and emails kept me up all these nights." she said sarcastically.

Christian knew that Ana would not let him off the hook for not contacting her right away. He didn't lie…he was scared that she would turn him away. She never once reached out to him to let him know that she was returning. He only learned from Elliot who could never keep a secret. He knew where she worked and that she was living with Kate. He could never bring himself to give her a call or even send flowers to acknowledge her return.

"If I have offended you…"

"I am not offended. You were not interested, I get it." She placed her wineglass down. "I think this is a big mistake and I should go. It was nice to see you."

Christian took her hand to keep her from rising from her chair. "Please, Ana, give me another chance."

"Why?"

Christian swallowed. "Because I love you. I have never stopped loving you. I made so many mistakes since that night. I should have followed you to London. I gave up on myself, not you." He leaned closer into her. "Ana, please give me a chance."

Oh, heavens, she wanted to so much, however, a little bit of that pain that he caused still existed. She would never forget the sting of those six lashes across her ass.

"You always prided yourself that you were the only one to ever have me, can you live with the knowledge that another man had me?"

"He loved you; I know." He closed his eyes not wanting to imagine his Ana in bed with another man, but it was what it was. She had fallen in love with another as he sat in Seattle feeling sorry for himself. "I also know that you had feelings for him. I know you are not the kind to sleep around." He slid to the floor before her on one knee. "It doesn't matter anymore. I know what is important to me and it's you, Ana. I don't care about Hank Casteel or anyone else for that matter. All I care about is you and me, together, forever."

"This sounds like a marriage proposal."

"Do you want it to be?" He asked hopefully. The diamond engagement ring was safely tucked away in his pocket, where it has been for the last few weeks.

"Say yes, Ana!" Kate exclaimed. "Damn it, say yes!" Elliot was standing behind his woman nodding agreement. He motioned her to give them some privacy, but Kate stood her ground. "Elliot, what are you doing?"

Elliot swept his woman off her feet, up and over his shoulder. "Giving them what they need and it's not your mouth." He took her back to the dance floor giving her swat on her delectable ass leaving Ana and Christian alone in the suite.

Christian had to laugh at the shocked face on Kate Kavanaugh as Elliot carried her away. "Who knew my brother could be so caveman-like?"

"I think it's a family trait."

Flirty Christian was in the house. His eyes turned molten silver. "So, if I sweep you off your feet and carry you out of here, you won't fight me?" He leaned closer to her. Their lips almost met. "Would you let me take you home to my place?"

"Christian, please?"

"What, Ana? What do you want?" He softly kissed the side of her mouth. "Tell me what you want."

"I want… I want you."

Christian shot to his feet and picked up easily from her seat. He carried her bridal style from the suite and through the crowd that was cheering him on. Kate and Elliot high-fived each other. "It's about damn time." Christian mumbled as they went out the door. He was the ultimate caveman!

Grace was sitting in her parlor resting from her twelve-hour shift at the hospital when she heard her daughter screeching and running down the steps. '

"MOM!" Mia yelled frantically. "MOM!"

Grace met her overexcited daughter at the bottom of the staircase. "Mia, what in the world?"

"LOOK AT THIS!" Mia shoved her I-Pad under Grace's nose. "Hot off the presses on the Seattle Nooz website." Grace's eyes took in the photographs of her son carrying Ana Steele out of a nightclub. "I think they got…"

"Mia, we can't read anything into this … yet." The good doctor said with a little bit of hope in her heart.

"Really, Mom, when does Christian go around carrying women out of public places? I tell you; they are back together." Mia began to dance around in pure joy! "He's going to marry her, and I will get the sister I always wanted!"

The good doctor had to laugh. Only Mia would conclude that Christian marrying Ana was for her benefit. "We will have to see."

"I'm going to call him." Mia reached behind her back for her phone, but Grace only shook her head. "Why not?"

"Let them alone. This must be their decisions without any interference." Grace took the phone from Mia's hand. They looked at the photographs once again. "They sure do look well together. Think of the grandchildren…"

"Interfering, Mother, you are interfering." Mia said laughing at her mother.

A day later, another person had seen the photos of The Christian Grey carrying Anastasia Steele from a ritzy club as she read through some donated celebrity gossip rags. Elena nearly choked on her own screams. That bastard! Here, she sat in jail awaiting her trial and he was out dancing and drinking with that little nobody! She squinted her eyes to read the captions:

Seattle's own King chooses a Queen!

And ….

Say it isn't so? The Christian Grey is off the market ladies!

The article read along the lines that the two were engaged and there would be a wedding soon. Elena threw the magazine across the dayroom and screamed bloody murder. She was returned to her cell where she destroyed her cell and kept screaming until the guards were summoned once again to restrain her. She was restrained on her cot with a mask on her face to keep her from biting at the guards.

"I think she will have to be sedated and restrained to a bed in the infirmary." One guard declared.

"Has her lawyer been informed of this situation?"

The first guard shook his head. "Who knows? We are just to watch her and keep her from self-harm."

A few hours later, Elena was admitted into the psychiatric hospital for evaluation of her mental health.