Hello and welcome to my new story. It will be a little different from the others I have written in that it will all be in Christian's pov.

E. L James owns all things fifty. I'm just having my fun with the characters she created.

Like with all of my stories I do not use a beta so any mistakes are my own.

Enjoy.

CPOV

The snow was coming down hard now, the wipers struggling to clear the windshield before it was covered again. It was close to eight-thirty in the morning and you would think the roads would've been gritted by now but even they seemed to be struggling today.

Today, it was just like any other day would be and tomorrow would be the same, I would bet. Get up, shower, go to work, make millions and then come home to the quiet apartment I had just left. Come home, I might not even get to the office at this rate and today of all days, that can't happen.

"Taylor, I have a meeting in thirty minutes" I barked at him.

"I know sir but with the weather, everyone is being cautious."

"I don't have time for caution Taylor, get me there on time or find another job," I said angrily, feeling for the first time the car speed up, weaving around the others that were going at a snail's pace.

I didn't care that those waiting for the bus were splashed with icy water as we passed them, I barely gave a thought to anyone outside of the car as I pulled the paperwork from my bag for the meeting I had better be in time for.

Pulling up to Grey House with a screech five minutes before my meeting, I didn't wait for Taylor to open the door for me as I got it myself. Climbing the steps at the front of my building I nearly slipped in my rush to get to the door, my anger growing at the incompetence surrounding me.

"Why haven't the steps been gritted" I called out, my voice echoing across the foyer making everyone freeze in place.

"I was just going out there," an elderly man said, coming from the janitors closest with a bucket of what looked like salt in his hand.

"Get it done or you will be on the unemployment line for Christmas."

I had shocked him with my words, ignoring comments from others that it wasn't even his job and that he was only doing it because the regular guy had called in sick. He was one of many whose name was unknown to me, one of many who worked at my company, who was supposed to turn up and do their job without me questioning who was around. I will find out the names of those whose job it is though if I slip out there again.

Walking across the foyer, I barked at those around to get back to work.

"Sir" Taylor spoke quietly once we were in my private elevator. "Sir" he repeated gaining my attention this time, my annoyance too.

"What is it," I asked him.

"Sir, we spoke previously about me having to leave early today due to an appointment."

"Today, but I need you here. Cancel it."

"But sir, it cannot be cancelled." he spluttered, looking appalled that I would suggest such a thing.

As the elevator dinged to announce we were on my floor, I finally turned to him.

"Leave early, I will have Welch cover your job. Do not expect to be paid for your absence though."

"Sir" he mumbled as I walked away from him.

"Coffee," Andrea asked.

"NO" I replied, heading to my office knowing she would call me when my clients were here.

Unlocking my office door, I flipped the light on shocked to see my chair with its back to me. It was pushed under my desk, my pad and pen in the right place when I had left the evening before but now all had been moved. Someone had been in here and that angered me. I kept the door locked for a reason and I was just about to call Andrea in when I heard a murmur from the other side of my chair.

"Who's there" I called out, hearing no reply although the murmurs continued. "I asked you a question."

"Shhhh" was the only reply I received.

Part of me was getting ready to run from the room, call security and in turn the police to inform them I had an intruder. Whereas part of me was if I'm honest, too scared to move. No one besides me had a key to my office so how did this person get inside.

"That's better, too much noise" a female voice spoke, bringing me out of my fearful thoughts.

A female was speaking to me, telling me what to do, that in itself had me walking forward getting ready to rid this woman from the room myself as this was my company and I was the only one to give the orders here.

As I walked around the edge of my desk, my anger escalating as my chair continued to show me its back as if the occupant was moving it. Taking hold of the back of the chair, I spun it around, seeing no one was there.

"What the" I spoke, shaking my head.

Was I so tired from putting in all the hours I had been doing, so angry like I always am at this time of year that I was hearing and seeing things now?

"Christian, you're going crazy."

"Probably" the voice once again replied.

"Who's there, come out and show yourself before I call security. I don't have time for this."

"Time, you have all the time in the world, yet you waste it" I heard, spinning around to look at my couch seeing a beautiful woman sat there.

Her beauty outshone any I had met before, her dress sparkling in the harsh lights above. I quickly forgot about the way she looked though as I wanted to know how she got in here and how she had moved my chair.

"How did you break into my office. I demand you leave right now," I said, pointing to the door.

"You're very grumpy, are you always like this" she replied, getting up from the couch but instead of heading towards the door, she went to the window watching as the snow continued to fall outside.

"I asked you a question," I said, walking up behind her.

She turned her head as I was about to touch her shoulder, her finger coming to her lips.

"Shh."

I couldn't speak, it was like she had taken my voice as she once again looked out of the window before letting out a sigh. She turned around then looking sadly at me before placing her finger to my lips for just the briefest of seconds to which then I was able to speak.

"Please leave" I whispered.

"I will, when I'm ready" she spoke, "Do you mind if I take a seat."

She didn't wait for my reply and truthfully I didn't give her one because in the blink of an eye she was seated in my chair.

I took the seat opposite her, thankful to sit down before my legs gave way to what I had just heard and seen. I was silent then as I waited for her to speak.

"Now where were we" she spoke, holding her hand out before a large folder appeared in it.

She opened the folder, flicking through page after page, her tuts getting louder and louder.

"Christian Grey, son of Ella."

"I'm the son of Grace and Carrick Grey" I interrupted which gained me a look of annoyance from her.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, Christian Grey, son of Ella Ridley, adopted son of Grace and Carrick Grey. Brother to Elliot and Mia Grey, although you are estranged from them all. You've done well for yourself in the business world at least, although what you have done before is nothing to what you could do now" she declared the folder vanishing the second she placed it onto my desk.

"I don't understand….. I don't understand how you got into my office, well on this floor without putting the correct code in place. I don't understand how you moved without me seeing you or how you stole my voice. Tell me, answer me now."

"You ask a lot of questions but if I gave you the answers, would you ever truly listen."

"I I I."

"I'm going to give you a chance and you will be rewarded greatly for each time you endure what is being shown to you."

Her words although I was hearing them felt like they were passing over me, my anger that she was still here, still invading my private space too much to think of anything else. I found myself on my feet, pointing to the door as I once again told her to leave.

Reaching for the intercom, I pressed the button shouting at security to get in here now. All while she continued to sit in my chair and smile at me.

"Have you finished your little tantrum or do I have to wait longer to let you know what will be happening now."

"GO" I shouted.

"No" she replied calmly.

Turning my back on her, I walked to the door having no joy with the intercom so I would go out and call security myself. Reaching for the handle, it would not budge.

I could feel myself hyperventilating, feeling trapped inside myself just like I did when someone touched me. A wave of calm came over me then, one that helped guide me back to the chair I had just vacated.

"I was not sent here to anger or distress you, only to guide you. Your anger lives inside of you, it eats at you daily and you allow it to do so."

"You know nothing" I spat at her.

"Oh, but I do… I will leave you now but know we will see each other again very soon. The time is coming Christian Grey when you will be given a choice. A choice that will determine which path you follow. The path to happiness or the path to misery."

"What kind of choice is that," I asked as she got to her feet.

"A very important one. Three times we will meet, three gifts, wishes if that is what you want to call them, you will receive. Only know though that once a wish has been used, it can not be changed or taken back so think wisely as to what that wish will be."

I watched her turn away from me, walking towards the door before she turned around, her back to it. She looked around my office then, stark white and sterile some would call it, as bleak as my heart was inside. With a smile from her, the room brightened now filled with many lights.

Fairy lights were draped along all the pictures, no electricity used to make them glow. A large Christmas tree also now stood in the corner beside the couch she had been sat on not so long ago. Happy with what she had done, she looked at me once again.

"Merry Christmas Christian Grey."

"Merry" I spoke, letting out a huff. "There has never been a merry Christmas for me."

"Yet" she replied. "Now as you will be happy to know, I am leaving you now but know, I shall soon return. In the words of that great oh wise one, Arnold Schwarzenegger, I'll be back."

With a smile, she opened the door, closing it behind her as she went.

For a few seconds, I was frozen in place, my mind trying to comprehend what had just happened. I could be easily convinced that I had either imagined it or was going crazy if it was not for the giant tree in the corner.

Feeling angry once again despite hating to feel like this, I rushed towards the tree, wanting to rip the ornaments from the branches, rip the branches from the trunk too. I hated Christmas, she had made me feel like that, I hated her.

I pulled a round glass ornament from the tree, throwing it to the floor where I heard it smash, a second quickly followed it too. The third one I reached for had my hand frozen in place. It was an engine, a small wooden replica of a steam engine, one she had let me choose so long ago. Why was it here, why was it not in pieces like the last time I had seen it.

My birth mother, she regretted me and had made that fact known every day that I was with her. A little train that she had purchased on one of the rare days that she took me out was the only gift from her I ever received. I had looked at it in the store we were in, had kept touching it much to her annoyance as besides being made out of wood, the funnel had been painted gold giving a look of metal. It shone to me, a fact the woman she had been speaking to noticed, offering to buy it for me.

Ella didn't want that, didn't want to be seen as not being able to afford such a simple thing for her son. I carried that train home like it was the most important thing in the world and had placed it onto the few branches she had found on the side of the road, making our first Christmas tree.

The train had stayed on that tree and I touched and looked at it every day. When the branches had been thrown out, I made sure I had taken the train so she could not get rid of that too. I had hidden it, playing quietly in my room with it each night. She had woken me one night, smelling of something horrible and was struggling to stand upright. She hit me for being there, told me I was ruining her life and when I had fallen from the bed, she had found the train. Pieces it was in by the time she left my room, each one shredding my heart more and more.

That train was gone, this one although similar could not be it. Above all the other things that woman had left in here, this one hurt most of all.

Ripping it from the tree, I was about to throw it to the floor when something on the underside of it caught my eye. There in my childhood scrawl was my name, Christian. I remember writing that, using one of her makeup pencils to write the word that was before me now.

Feeling anger once again fill me at the thought of someone playing with me. I walked to the door, swinging it open with such force that I was sure I had cracked the wall.

Seeing Andrea and the intern, whatever her name was, quickly stand, my angry words were out.

"Who was that woman who left my office a few minutes ago, how did she get past security" I barked at them.

"Mr Grey, I don't understand" Andrea spluttered. "You only entered your office a few minutes ago and you are the only person to come out."

Not understanding what she was saying, I shook my head looking back into my office which was as sterile and cold as it had been before. Had I dreamt the whole meeting with her, looking at the clock that was above their desk I know Andrea was right about the time.

Why then was I still holding this tiny train in my hand.

Thank you for reading.

Despite Christian being a grumpy sod in the early chapters, he does redeem himself so give him some time.

I've nearly finished writing this story with only the last few chapters to go. They all still need editing though so I will be posting a chapter every couple of days until its finished.

Most chapters are between two and three thousand words and although I know most like longer chapters, I have written them like that as it was easier for me and what time I had to write.

Until next time, take care.

Caroline.