So first, thank you for the reviews and private messages, both good and bad. I appreciate them nonetheless! Please keep in mind, I am no writer. Not by a long shot. I am just a girl who loves a story and wanted to manifest some thoughts to paper. I have, well had about 9 chapters already written. But after some feedback I will be doing some tweaks. It may seem a bit slow at first. But it will pick up. I just really wanted to build them out a little bit beforehand. The Christian chapters will be a bit shorter than Ana's. Any who, here's 2, Christian's point of view. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think =]

2. (CG POV)

It has been another sleepless night. Another night where the nightmares have taken over. Another morning waking drenched in a pool of my own sweat. I long for the nights where I am not tormented by the demons of my past. Where sleeping through the night is not just a fantasy. I am exhausted; both mentally and physically. I should call Flynn and make and emergency appointment. Better yet, look over the portfolios Elena had sent so I can get a new submissive in here. It has been eight months since Leila. I think it's time.

Truth be told though, I am exhausted. After finally closing the South Korea deal to expand my shipping yard, I am ready to decompress. This deal was 8 months in the making, between their government's policies, customs constraints, and pricing negotiations, this was by far the most draining deal I have ever done. But my charity is opening a new location in Austin and of course I have to show my face at the benefit.

Yes, I fund this charity; I take great pride in what I am doing. This is by far the most important project to me. However, I don't enjoy all the superficial shit which comes with running it. We throw these benefits to not only raise awareness of the obscene amount of poverty and malnutrition that runs rampant across the globe, but to raise money for continued growth and to continue thriving. Truth be told, I could fully fund it all on my own, 100 times over. But these rich greedy fuckers can use the write off, and bonus points for their souls.

Being back for less than 24 hours and turning around and heading to Austin does not seem appealing whatsoever. But I need to make sure everything is in order and this goes off without a hitch. With the donor backing and media coverage, we are on pace to bring in about 5 million dollars on Sunday. This is huge. This cannot fail. If we are successful at making this work, we can potentially open expand our offshore offices in a years' time. This is years in the making. So no matter how near exhaustion I am, that will need to take a back seat for the next few days.

"Christian, dear. How was your trip?" She says with a contrived cough and I can't help but laugh...

"Hello mother," I say, trying to keep the laughter at bay. "It was fine. How're you feeling? You sound…Ill?" I ask her. I can tell by the pseudo cough what is coming next. "I've been better. I'm sorry but I cannot make it to Austin my love. That flight would not sit well with what I am coming down with." She continues..."you know, people are starting to get sick of seeing me on your arm. Don't you think it's about time you start thinking of settling down? Your business is thriving, the charity are going well. You need more in your life," She says. Every conversation in recent history has always led to this. Either that or questioning my sexuality. But if she knew who I was, who I really was, she would never speak to me again. I am not capable or remotely interested in a conventional relationship. It's not who I am, I am not built that way. "Mother please feel better. I will speak to you when I get home", I tell her. The irony that my physical mother is faking an illness is not lost on me.

In addition to the near exhaustion I am feeling right now. I will be flying commercial. Not something I would have ever thought I would be doing. But the jet will not be ready since we have been back less than 24 hours and will not be cleared to fly again for another day or two. Luckily, I was able to secure the entire first class. The thought of having to socialize with strangers who have no interest in me, just my money does not seem remotely appealing.

Looking over an email from Welch of the manifest for the flight I quickly realize there is a name I recognize. Anastasia Steele…Interesting. I wonder what business she has in Austin.

"Mr. Grey."

"Welch, find out what business and why Anastasia Steele will be in Austin."

"Give me 20 and I will send you over her itinerary for her time there."

Just as I finish up, Taylor walks into my office. "Sir, we are ready to go. As this is a commercial flight, we need to leave a bit earlier. The first class lounge has been cleared out for our duration", Taylor advises. As I grab my briefcase I am alerted with an email from Welch.

Mr. Grey,

Ms. Steele will be heading your PR team in Austin due to you benefit. She is not on the guest list as she will not be in attendance. She will also be working with her company's internal IT to build out the system for the transition

Interesting, although it does make sense she would be a part of this. I just hadn't heard anything of her being there. But she has remained behind the scenes during this transition. Although I am confused as to why because it was quite clear to me after the first two meetings that she runs the show. On top of her being gorgeous, she is intelligent. Her proposal and plan are what solidified Grey Holdings levering her company.

Traffic is terrible, per usual. One of the many perks of Seattle. As we arrive in the terminal I wonder how anyone could willingly fly coach. This is a shit show. Confused as to why I am waiting in line just to get in the building. I look over at Taylor. "What the fuck is going on? Why are we standing in line to just get in the building?" I asked. "Apparently, there was some sort of threat. It has been confirmed to be a hoax, but it has made a bit of delay throughout the building." He responds.

Before, I know it I am knocked by something, or someone. As I turn around, I see this stunning disheveled mess trying to gather herself. Ana, she's gorgeous; Long brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and pale, porcelain skin. She is possibly the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. She is clearly distraught so I quickly grab her phone off the ground which is now I'm a thousand pieces and hand it to her. As she mumbles to herself about her luck, I can't help but poke. Whatever you are thinking Grey. Stop. You are her boss's, boss's boss. She is off limits. As she lifts her head at my voice and looks up at me she finally realizes who she bumped into. Well, this is going to go one of two ways…