[Hello my dears,

thank you for your comments, I love you all, you are my fuel... I want to say sorry for not updating as much as I'd like to, but as you know I am a senior in high school and that takes up a lot of my time... so I've seen Fifty Shades Darker, I loved it! although I think that they could've really put some more minor scenes into the movie that was in the book... but I will not spoil anything, just saying that it was worth it. I hope you like this chapter, and there's a surprise... Please look past any mistakes, I was in a rush to post this. If I don't update on time... Happy Valentine's. I love you. xoxo.

ALL CHARACTERS BELONGS TO MRS E.L. JAMES AND THE FIFTY SHADES OF GREY NAME... I think that's about it.

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- A]

14/01/2012

Anastasia POV

Luke's eyes widen as I shove through the door at his apartment. "I. HAVE. HAD. IT!" I yell as I fall on to the couch. I cover my eyes with my arm and just lie here.

"What happened?" He asks me. He's moving in closer because I feel the couch dip under me as he sits down.

"I thought you went to the beach today." He picks up my feet and places them on his lap.

I peek around the opening between my arm and face to watch him: his one hand is working the muscles on my calves, massaging them and on the other hand, is an ice-cold beer.

I close my eyes again before I answer him, not wanting to see the disapproving glance that he gives me each time I'm about to give in to something.

"Fucking Mia," I say with a sigh.

I uncover my eyes when I think he isn't glaring at me anymore and look around the small living room.

Luke calls it his man cave, but it is nothing like I imagined it would be.

Instead of the antlers and animal skin for decoration, or pizza boxes and beer cans lying around and cockroaches with names as pets that I have imagined; the living room is neat, modern and has monochromatic colours of black and white.

There is an abstract painting on the south wall that captures my eye, the swipes of red that look like blood stains forms an x. The room is so simple but it is stunning, very surprising for an ordinary man's living space.

"What did she do?" Luke asks me, dragging me out of my thoughts. I cover my eyes yet again (trying to get away from the reality) and groan out in frustration.

"She's blackmailing me with photographs she has of us," I mumble into my arm.

"What photographs? It's not like we did something we shouldn't do." He says almost immediately. I look at him through the gap between my arm and my face and shrug.

"Well do you know that she really has the photographs?" he asks and takes a swing of the ice cold beer. I shake my head no, earning a very stern look from Luke. The look I'm trying to hide from.

"Well, I'm not going to test the waters Luke, so I'm going to shut my mouth," I mumble. He thinks it is so easy working with Mia. That girl is a nightmare.

"What!?" he yells making me jerk in response, not what I expected.

"I said I'm going to shut my mouth." He looks at me like I'm from another planet.

"I heard what you said, but I don't think you're thinking clearly." He says in a rushed tone.

"I need this job and Mia's blackmailing and crap can make me lose my job. I need to pay for dad's hospital funds." I say shying back into my arm and away from the ice blue eyes staring holes into my skull.

"I know." He says running his finger up and down my lower leg.

"This just had to happen on the day I promised mister G, to be honest with him. How can I be honest now?" I mumble more to myself.

"Well, Grey did want you to be honest with him," Luke says with raised eyebrows.

"What are you going at Sawyer?" I look at him, maybe he's on to something sometimes he has good ideas but other times, no, just no.

"Tell him the truth and I'm just saying, being a brown-nose isn't too bad for plan B." see this one is a 'just no' type of Luke ideas. I jump up on the couch so I can look him in the eyes.

"What! No, I'm not going to do anything of the sort." I yell at him. I will not let my reputation at work get more infected than it already is.

"I'm not saying you should go to work and go lick his boot but it's never bad to be a teacher's pet." He tells me, winking at me.

"As if the others don't hate me already Luke," I mumble.

"See you have nothing to lose." He says. Luke has a unique way of pep talking.

"Ugh. You're such an asshole." I laugh. I can't ever take the bastard seriously, the faces he makes when I cuss at him. I can never stay angry with him for longer than a few seconds.

"What do you suggest I do?" I ask my personal 'Love Guru'.

"First you need to get his attention if you know what I mean." He says wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh hell no, Lucas I'm not going to work half naked," I yell at him.

"No, start off with a lower neckline." He says unbuttoning the first two buttons on my shirt. What the Fuck!?

"UGH, MEN!" I yell as I pull away from him.

"No hear me out, I've seen the way Grey looks at you." He says putting his hand over my mouth. I click my tongue and push his hand away.

"See, you are implying I should sleep with him," I say folding my hands over my chest.

"I'm not, besides it's not like you'd mind." He grins.

"God! He is my boss, he's our boss Luke!" I yell at him, knowing that he is right but I can't let him know that.

"Don't try to hide it, Annie, you talk in your sleep," Luke says propping an eyebrow.

"You're lying!"

"Oh Christian!" Luke moans, his eyes closed and his mouth opens in a big O. What the hell?

"Okay, I'm leaving now," I say jumping up from the couch and practically run out of the apartment.

"ANA, WEAR LOWER NECKLINES AND PUSH UP BRA'S" Luke yells after me.

"NO!" I yell into the apartment and throw the door shut behind me. Suddenly I don't think Mia is all that bad anymore. I walk out of the building with a new destination in mind, somewhere where I will find peace.

X x x

My Chemical Romance is blaring in Wanda, Gerard Way is half way through the last of his chorus of 'I don't love you' when there is a loud banging noise coming from behind the car and suddenly she falls silent and everything is dark. I'm in the middle of nowhere, on the highway on my way to Montesano. I pick up my cell phone to look at the time. 00:34.

"Great," I mutter.

I put the car in second gear and get out of the damned thing (it's freezing outside) and start pushing it, sending up a silent prayer that by some miracle Wanda will start again. The little hope I have fails when nothing happens but I keep pushing until we are off of the road. I get back into the car and start fumbling with my phone. I open my contact list and dial Luke's number.

"Hello," Luke says to chirpy for this early in the morning. I want what he's on.

"Luke, I need your help," I say in a rushed tone.

"Ha. Fooled ya, I'm not able to answer this call please leave a message." Cursing like a sailor I hang up and try Taylor next.

"Come on pick up." I chant for the second time, but nothing.

"You have reached Jason Taylor please leave a message and I'll get back to you."

Nice, I'm all alone in the middle of nowhere and you won't even pick up your FUCKING CELL PHONE! But God forbid, when I don't answer my cell phone when one of the assholes wants me, I'll be damned.

Forty minutes I've been shoving through my contact list hoping for one of them to answer the call but no luck.

I can't even call my dad because he's in the hospital.

I decide to get out of the warm car and try to fix the problem myself. I walk around the car and open the boot well actually the hood. When I open it smoke clouds, causing me to cough, comes out.

"Why today, Wanda?" I wave the smoke away trying to clear the air so I can actually see something but it is too dark.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my cell phone just as I unlock it the screen lights up and never in my time with the Greys have I been so happy to see the name that is flashing on the screen. I slide the green arrow across the screen and bring the phone to my ear.

"Hello," I say.

"Anastasia, you called me, is there something the matter?" his voice comes rushed.

"No, I mean, yes sir, my car has broken down in the middle of nowhere and no one is picking up their phones."

"I'll come pick you up, stay in the car and lock the doors." He says and hangs up.

I don't know how he's going to come pick me up when he doesn't even know where the hell I am. But then again he is Christian Grey, he has his ways.

I slam the hood shut and get back into the warmth of the car. I make sure all of the doors are locked and the windows are closed then I can relax. I put my head in my hands.

"Why is everything going wrong?" I mumble, maybe to myself or a prayer to God. Whichever it is, I need an answer.

Twenty minutes have passed and my paranoia is in bloom, even if I was a marine, I'm still a little girl at heart who gets scared sometimes.

I look around and see a set of headlights coming on from the distance. I open the door and get out as the car stops behind mine. The front door swings open as I near it. I can't see the person in the car because there is no light. Which makes me nervous. I focus on the sound of the crunching gravel beneath my feet to forget about my fear.

The man rises out from the car and starts talking to me.

"Why in the hell would you fucking get out of the car in the middle of nowhere when you are not even fucking sure it is me!" it's Christian alright. His voice is raised and when I can see him, I see that he is pissed.

"I'm a big girl!" I yell back at him.

"Do not start with me, Anastasia."

"I'm not," I say folding my arms across my chest. He reaches up and pinches his nose between his fingers.

"Just get in the car." He says in a flat tone. I stand and stare at him. Who does he think he is?

"Get in the fucking car Anastasia," Christian repeats himself which I know irritates him because I have seen this happening to Mia once.

"You know, just because I am your employee doesn't mean you can yell and cuss at me," I say broadening my shoulders and stand wide legged, planting myself right here.

"Get. In. the. Car. Or so help me" he says, he's red in the face and his grey eyes are burning into mine.

"Or what?" I challenge him.

His grey eyes darken and he stalks toward me.

Uh oh. Well, I asked for it, and now I regret it.

When he reach me he looks into my eyes and bends over scooping me up over his shoulder and carries me to the passenger side of the Audi.

"Wait!" I yell slamming my hands on his ass.

"What now?" he yells as he slides me down his body setting me down on the ground. His hands are around my hips holding me close to him. The contact of our skin creates an electric current, passing through us, I wonder if he feels it too. My and Christian's eyes lock, our faces are inches away from each other. I clear my throat and look away from his hypnotic grey orbs.

"My things, in the car," I say pointing in the direction of Wanda.

"For god's sake, go, get it and don't make me come there," he tells me releasing my hips.

What? I walk back to Wanda.

I can't believe he did that, throwing me over his shoulder like some caveman. On my way to Wanda, I have probably shaken my head more times than a teenager at a heavy metal concert.

Just wait until Luke hears of this...

I open the door and lean into the car taking out the keys and my handbag shut the door and lock it. I make my way back to Christian.

"I hope you left the key inside the car." He mumbles, giving Wanda a dead stare.

"Don't hate Wanda," I say, punching his arm playfully.

"Who?" he asks frowning at me.

"Wanda, my car," I say walking past him and get into the car.

"Well, I can't help it." He says as he gets into the car and slams the door shut. I want to tell him that the door can't fit on my side but I bite my tongue, I can't afford another smart comeback tonight, or ever.

He starts the engine, and oh my, what a wonderful sound. If this was a cartoon I'd have heart eyes right about now. He drives off of the side of the road and races down the highway.

"You know, home is that way." He says pointing his thumb to the back of the car.

"Yeah, I know," I say looking away from the window and look at him, he's frowning.

"Where were you heading?" He asks me, trying to cover his voice so it doesn't sound like really cares but I can hear the burning curiosity.

"To see my dad in Montesano," I tell him and look away again.

"Oh," his voice is soft now. It's almost comforting.

"Yep, but it looks like I'm not going to see him for a while now. Thank you for coming to my rescue by the way."

"Anytime." He says. I smile at him and we fall silent for a while.

"Do you still want to go?" he asks me. I look at him.

"Of course! I would love to go but now I have to get my asshole of a car fixed."

"We can drive through to Montesano, I already called someone to go pick up your car."

"Thank you Christian, I'll pay you back." I say "and you don't have to do that for me."

"Nonsense, I'm paying for the car and right now, I'm taking you to go see your father."

"No, we can really head back to Escala, I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"I want to do this for you Ana, end of discussion."

I look at him, narrowing my eyes, what is wrong with him. I'm tempted to lean over and feel his temperature, he must be sick. I can't let him pay for my car and take me to Montesano. I feel like it's using, I don't want to use him, even if he's my boss.

"Well then at least let me pay you back." I say.

"Fine." Christian huffs.

"Thank you, just send me the invoice," I say well astounded that I won an argument with Mr Christian Grey.

"Not a chance," he says with a smug smile.

"You said you'll let me pay." I say in heated voice.

"Yes but not with money."

Uh oh. "Then how."

"We'll talk later."

I look at Christian, his eyes fixed on the road in front of him. I look away from him and slide myself down on the seat getting comfortable and listen to the music that is playing in the background softly.

X X X

It is about 04:30 when we make it to Montesano. My hometown. It feels like I've been gone for ages when in reality I've been here two weeks ago. My eyes are on the moonlit trees that we are passing as me make our way into town. Ray and I have so many memories here, so many beautiful moments cherished, that even a shade of green could trigger them. I don't know what I will do without my father, I can't bear the thought of him ever leaving me.

"Where are we going?" Christian asks me, breaking me away from my thoughts.

"We can stay at Ray's home, for now, it's still early and I think we need sleep then we can go visit with him at the hospital." I say. Pointing in the direction of my home. The town is still asleep.

"Okay," he says and drives to the address I give him.

X x x

"Wow, the place looks homey," he says as he drives onto the pavement in the driveway of my home. I look at the house with a heavy heart. It is colourless, not something I'm used to.

Ray usually makes this house look special to me, knowing he is inside waiting for me somehow changes the way I see it, but in contrast knowing that he's not here, the place seems dull. I look at Christian with a smile and say "Yes,"

When he cut the engine we get out of the car. I breathe in the fresh air. I push my legs to start working to make my way up the path and to the front door.

When I reach the door I fumble through my bag searching for the keys. Once I got it I unlock the door and walk into the house. I expect to see Ray sitting on the couch in front of the TV waiting for me to come home. I giggle as I picture the look on his face when he sees the Greek god behind me.

"What's so funny?" Christian asks me.

"Nothing, just my imagination that's all." I say trying to shrug it off.

"Well do elaborate." Well, well, aren't we curious? I wonder what is wrong with him, he's different, even a blind man can see that. I wonder what brought up the sudden change but touch wood that he doesn't turn back into Mr Hyde.

"Trying to picture what Ray would've done if he was here right now. What he would say when he sees you entering the house with me at this hour," I say, my eyes are fixed on the couch that Ray was practically one with.

"Oh god, he probably would have killed me. What did he do to your boyfriends?" Christian asks me, much to my amusement his eyes are wide with horror, causing me to burst out into a fit of giggles.

Christian smiles, happy with himself to have accomplished such a difficult task and chuckles.

"I wouldn't know, I never had a guy come over." I say rubbing away my tears of laughter, trying to be serious again. After all, I can't let my boss see my vulnerable side.

"Oh," Christian smiles, clearly the idea of him being the first guy in here makes him happy. I smile back at him and stand halfway in the living room, feeling awkward.

"So, where can I sleep?" Christian speaks up just when the silence was too much to bare.

"Follow me," I tell him and lead him up the stairs to the hallway where my room is with the guest room across from it and Ray's bedroom at the end of the hall.

Even with no lights on, I can still walk around this place without falling or bumping into stuff. I hope that Mr Indecisive can follow without difficulty.

"There you go, there's some clothes in the drawers, take what you want from it." I say pointing at the door behind him.

We stand in the hallway just staring at each other until he clears his throat.

"Thanks." He says and disappears into the room.

"Hey, Christian," I call him just before the door closes behind him.

"Yes?" he says peeking around the door.

"Thank you, for everything." He nods and closes the door behind him.

I turn on my heel and walk into my childhood bedroom.

I find the room untouched, left just the way it was the last time I was in here.

I strip from my clothes and put on a "care bears" Pyjama top that ends just above my knee. It's the only thing that would fit. I fold up my clothes, put them on the dresser and go to bed after throwing off all of the stuffed animals and extra pillows.

X x x

"NO!" a voice pulls me out of my slumber.

"YOU'RE HURTING ME!" he carries on, I jump out of my bed. What the hell?

"STOP!" I run out of my bedroom not caring that the pyjamas I'm wearing should've been thrown out on my fourteenth birthday because it is a tight fit. When I reach the door to the guest room Christian screams out in pain.

"Christian!" I yell out at the door not wanting to go in. He doesn't reply but carries on mumbling out his bad dream. The next thing I do is something I have wanted to do ever since I've heard his nightmares the first time. I pull down the handle of the door and let it swing open, I enter the room he is in.

"Christian," I say when I reach the foot of his bed.

When he doesn't reply I do a very brave thing.

I walk around the bed and sit next to him. I look down at him, examining his beauty.

I lift my hand up and place it on his cheek. My hands are exploring his face trying to caress away all of his pain. I try to comfort him. "I'm here," I chant over and over again until his breath slows, and he relaxes.

I'm too engrossed with the current task at hand that I didn't see his eyes open and stare at me. Shit.

I stop with the circle rubbing action and look at him bewildered with my hand still on his cheek.

"Ana," he says closing his eyes, shying away from me.

"I'm sorry." I say standing up. He grabs my hand and pulls me back.

He sits up and pull me onto his lap, his face just inches away from mine.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." He says and then his mouth crashes on mine.

Our kiss starts out as a sloppy, slow and gentle kiss but it grows passionate when his tongue pressed between my lips asking for entrance, which I give without a second thought. He bites down on my lower lip causing me to moan into his mouth.

"Jesus, Ana." He mumbles against my lips.

He rolls onto me, pinning me under him on the bed, his granite erection pressing against my belly, causing my underworld to light up, every inch of me is tingling but then I remember, not only is Christian Grey, my boss, but we are in my childhood home and I'm still a virgin. Yes, I am twenty-five years old and I am still a virgin.

Our tongues danced around, exploring each other's mouths. Even in the winter temperature, I feel hot, like I need to take a cold shower; though I think a cold shower with Mr Grey would be just what the doctor ordered. His warm tongue slides past mine, he turns his head to get a better way with me, causing our teeth to clash. Christian groans into my mouth.

I bite down on his upper lip and he presses himself up against me harder, his right hand is holding my hands above my head and his left hand making his way up my leg.

"We should stop." I say against his lips. He kisses the side of my mouth. I miss the musky taste of him already.

"We should," he agrees but doesn't move to stop but then his mouth travelled to my neck, sucking and licking the spot right under my ear where my jaw and my neck meet. His hand travelled all the way up beneath my Pyjamas and his fingers dig into my hip.

"Christian, we need to stop." I say in a clear voice this time, his mouth tears away from me and he leans up.

He stares down at me, frowning, but he unleashes me. I roll out under him.

"Please stay with me for a while," he asks, his eyes are still dark with hunger but if you look closely, there is a shade of sadness and fear.

The look I have seen so many times in the eyes of old soldiers and some of my friends who saw things in Afghanistan. I know that Christian has a horrific past, and right now he looks like a lost boy. How can I deny him this?

"Okay," I nod. "I'll stay,"

Christian looks at me with a smile.

He pulls me up against him, my back to his front. He holds me like a teddy bear in his arms.

I snuggle myself against his body, his still prominent erection press against my ass and I swear I feel him twitch. I ignore the delicious feeling that is brewing up in my stomach and take his hand; his fingers laced with mine, I kiss the top of his hand.

Christian kisses the back of my head.

"Don't leave," he says barely a whisper, it is so soft I don't really know if it was real or if it was my imagination. I drift off into a peaceful sleep in Christian Grey's arms.