My first ever fanfic...so I hope I'm getting this all in right...btw this story is quite LONG!...plus leads into another!

Okay so I wrote this after finishing the third book…just so you know…I hate that Ana got pregnant…so I've kind of ignored it in this story…but I also have another story I plan on publishing if people like this one.

Ana stares in the mirror after exiting the shower. The past week has been a blur of frenzied work and wedding preparations. She's had dinner with Kate, Mia, and Grace twice this week as they all prepare for the wedding. Ana smiles still amazed that she has landed such a stellar fucked-up hunk of man. Hair dry and teeth brushed Anna frowns…Fifty has been revealing his entire life to me…and I still won't let him into my own deep and dark past. I really should let him know…It's only fair…and I know he wonders about the 'dark time' that mom and I don't discuss.

As I stare into my blue eyes I'm swept into the past through memory. I am 15 again and living in Texas with mom and her new husband, Steve. His dark green eyes are penetrating my every movement, the words of disgust and disdain thrown at me, and his frightening touches and flirtations slowly begin to kill me. I reel at the memory my eyes fill with fear once again. I push myself back to the present and I breathe in and out calming myself. When can I tell Christian? Tomorrow I decide but I've been saying this since the day I bought his birthday present. I even considered telling him in Georgia but I didn't. How do you tell the man you love that the reason you have such low self-esteem and are still so innocent is because of your mother's third husband? Just How?

I leave the bathroom dressed in the powder blue silk nightgown that Caroline Acton purchased. It is 10:30 and Christian is still working in his study. I sigh and sink down beneath the covers, and then because I've been thinking about it so much…my mind drifts to Stephen Morton. Soon, I drift asleep.

I'm standing in the medium sized kitchen in Texas. I drink a glass of ice water and close my eyes. Outside it is 104 degrees and I cannot bear to step foot into the heat. Suddenly the patio door slides open with a low whirr and heavy boots thunk across the floor. I snap my eyes open and see that Steve stands just in front of me wearing an amused smile. His body is covered in dirt and sweat from tending his garden. I shrink away from him as he steps even closer to me. I glance for mom but know I won't find her she is at the neighbor's house discussing who knows what. I gulp my fear escalating and consuming me. Steve has touched me before and said things but mom was always around so he couldn't do much. I put my half full glass in the sink and make my way to my room. Once inside I shut the door and sit on the bed pulling 'Jane' from my bedside table and pour myself into the story. Suddenly my bedroom door bangs open and Steve stands there grinning.

"Where's your mother, Anastasia?" He asks and walks towards me. Sitting on the bed he runs his hand up my calf then to my thigh. Fear once again establishes a permanent home on my body. I stiffen and lose my breath. He sweeps his fingers across my breasts and begins to tell me how lucky I am that I have him. Because I am so ugly that no one will ever want me. Bookworms are detested by men…there is no such thing as prince charming. I shake as he indulges that I am fat and need to exercise. He pulls me from the bed and my heart races,

"Strip" He says and gazes at me with a repulsive look. I shake my head no.

"Leave me alone" I whisper and he steps close and hits me across the face knocking me to the floor.

"What…no one tells me what to do?" He yells and grabbing my shirt he hauls me back up. His hands pull my shirt over my head and I begin to scream at him to stop.

"No stop please! Don't do this!" I beg in fear. Suddenly I am twisted in the sheets and I panic fighting at them.

"Ana…Ana Baby it's just a dream" Christian's voice coaxes me and suddenly his arms are around me. I sob into his chest glad that it was just a dream. Glad that I have this beautiful, fucked-up, overprotective fiancé. Glad that Stephen Morton doesn't know where the hell I am.

"I haven't been fair to you, Christian." I say into his chest as my crying slows.

"Anastasia what are you talking about?" He says tilting my head up to look at my eyes.

"I have a fucked-up past too…" I say quietly and look away from him down to my hands.

"Do you want to tell me?" He asks softly rubbing my back.

"Oh Christian I have wanted to tell you for weeks…I just don't know how." I say exasperated.

"Well, stop overthinking it and just tell me…it cannot out shadow my own history." He says.

"Tomorrow…I promise I'm too tired right now!" I whisper and he kisses my head and gets into bed with me. Snuggling close he urges me to sleep and I do.

I blink at the sun that shines through the window. Christian is gone…and checking the clock I realize its 8:15. I stretch and dress into some casual capris and a t-shirt. As I slip into the great room, I find Christian at the Breakfast bar consuming an omelet. I sit next to him and he smiles down at me and gives my forehead a kiss making my morning. I dig into the granola and soon it is gone.

"You must have had a good rest if you've ate all of your breakfast…" He says smiling at me.

"Good because I slept with you, Mr. Grey!" I giggle. Christian smiles and then his expression darkens.

"Ms. Steele I believe you owe me a story…" He says concern filling his eyes. I nod and look to my hands…funny how apprehensive we humans can be. Christian takes my hand and pulls me to the couch and pulls myself down onto his lap. I snuggle against him and kiss his lips.

"You know in Georgia I mentioned a dark time between mom and me?" I ask him looking into his steely gaze. He nods his head and I stare down at his chest.

"Mom left Ray when I was 15 and being as I was a minor she wouldn't let me stay with him. So, that first dealt a huge blow on my conscience, suddenly having to leave my father. Then that May she meets…Stephen Morton." I say and my skin crawls and instinctively I stiffen at his memory.

"Steve…mom's newest love story is all over her and she agrees to marry him almost as soon as her divorce papers arrive in the mail. I never thought much about him…because I was always shy and stuck in a book. Well, around July before they got married I began noticing that he would watch me while I ate, sat, did anything. It was so uncomfortable…I tried describing it to mom, she said I was hallucinating. Reading too many books apparently," I frown deeper at the memory. "After they got married we moved into his small house. From then on he watched me even more…the very day of their wedding. H-He watched me shower." I mumble and Christian's arms tighten around me sensing my fear.

"That of course scared the shit out of me and when I tried to tell mom she wouldn't believe me. She went off—the maddest I have ever seen her. She told me that I just needed to stop she wasn't going back to Ray and how dare I accuse her husband of such things. After that I said nothing else to her…but he didn't stop. His eyes would follow me everywhere…I got to where I wore long blue jeans and thick sweaters in the sweltering summer heat. For about a month it was just that watching…him 'accidentally' bumping my bedroom door open while I changed. There were also the insults…when he got me alone he would tell me I was a shameful ugly human being. That no one could ever love me…Prince Charming's didn't exist. He drilled it into my head every day that I was fat. He threatened me if I ate more than one meal a day. I ate only when no one was around…I tried to stay out as much as possible. But, where exactly can a lonely fifteen year old girl go?" I sighed at the memory. I glance into Fifty's dark eyes they are black and brooding he is pissed.

"When I turned 16 in September…his attitude changed from watching and hating to touching and condescending. He would touch me all the time slide his hand across my butt, squeeze my breasts, and my legs I never wore anything but pants. Last night I was dreaming about the worst that I let it get. I was home alone with him and he came into my room and sat on my bed. He slid his hand up my leg from calve to upper thigh. He swept his hand over my breasts, and then pulled me to a stand next to him. He told me to strip off my clothes and I whispered for him to leave me alone. He hit me then knocking me to the floor, he pulled me back up and started pulling my shirt over my head. In my dream last night I was screaming No…but in reality when it was happening I just stood there. I was so scared he would hit me again…I remember feeling like a stone not breathing." My voice has gone flat and I continue staring at the far wall.

"He stripped my clothes off and began touching me while I just stood there and cried. I let him do it…I felt so dirty. That's when mom walked in and even though I hated her at that moment…I knew that somehow she was my savior. Stupid mom she was all, 'Stephen what are you doing?' He left me standing there then and pulled her to their bedroom. The words he whispered to me I believed them wholeheartedly, 'You are nothing Anastasia Steel and you will never be anything'" I blinked and look up at my Fifty. "I left that day…I called Ray from a payphone and he showed up the very next day. I waited for him the whole time at the airport. When I got back to Washington he started building my self-confidence back up. He also taught me self-defense because I told myself I would never let someone touch me like that again. Mom tried to talk to me…but I didn't not until the next summer. I found out she'd left him, but I still couldn't forgive her." I say all this with a heavy heart.

"So my beautiful Christian, that is the dark time in my past that I have worked forever to get over. It's the reason I can't eat a lot and the reason I can't fathom how you could want me Anastasia Steele. Because deep down I don't even accept myself because his words are always running in the back of my mind!" I exclaim and snuggle closer to Fifty.

"Oh Baby…I'm so sorry you had to go through what you did. If I had known…if I could go back and save you…" He whispers and I see the horror and the angry hate in his eyes.

"I think Flynn knew that I had a secret. When I told him I couldn't understand how you could want someone like me…he pounced on me. 'Anastasia, that sounds more like a 'you' problem rather than a problem with Christian.'" I imitate his voice laughing. "That's why he said we should both come back." I say

"Well, Ana, I've got you now and so help me I'll protect you as long as you let me…fuck I'll protect you even if you don't want me too!" He smiles at me then his face goes dark, "I've half a mind to find the bastard and kill him." He growls looking at me.

"Normally, Christian, I might object but on the basis of that harrowing monster…I don't care what you do. Just don't tell me!" I say honestly.

"Oh we are a beautifully fucked up couple!" He proclaims.

"Christian, it was you who finally proved him wrong…you're the reason I eat more now, the reason I sleep at night, and the reason I think better about myself. You Mr. Grey are my sexy Prince Charming!" I say as we stand and I smile up at him then hug tightly to him.

"Oh Mrs. Steele the way you swoon a man with your words!" He says and pulls me tighter making me laugh loudly.

"Was that a giggle?" He says turning his head towards me leaning in to listen. I laugh again and suddenly he's tickling me and it's a mad frenzy… Oh I am madly in love with the man I was never supposed to have. From there we head back to the bedroom to disappear for an hour or two to lose our minds to passion.

*Months later after marriage assuming they don't have a child…

I sit at work typing my heart away and grinning from ear to ear. The last months have been great fun. Imagine I Anastasia Steele…err Grey, I am married and oh so happy. If you would have told me this last year on my birthday I would have laughed like a loon at your insanity. I work directly beneath the Roach at Grey Publishing…and I love my job. I never thought running a company would ever be for me but it's kind of fun. Who would have thought all the shit with Jack Hyde would get me here…thoughts of Jack Hyde make my ribs hurt. Pain memory Flynn calls it…I push the thought away and focus on ending the week. I finish next week's News Letter and email it to my entire list of employee's smiling.

As I prepare to leave I'm suddenly accosted by Claire. Her face looks grave with concern.

"Claire, what is it?" I ask.

"Ana, a guy hand delivered this to me…which is odd enough. When I said he needed to see someone he ignored me and left. I opened the manuscript to the first page to see what it was about to find a department to send it too…but Ana I don't know exactly what this is…but." And she stops unable to go on. I take the manuscript from her and setting my stuff back down open to the first page of text.

"My young vixen is beautiful today. Her mother has gone leaving us here to be alone together…I play with her…touch her…want to kill her. She is mine…I will fuck her." At this I snap it shut and read the cover of the manuscript My Anastasia By: S. Morton. I drop it and watch as it hits the floor splayed open.

"Ana, are you okay do you want me to call Mr. Grey?" She asks as she helps me sink into a chair out front. I glance up at her. Mr. Grey? Oh yes my Christian I need him. I simply nod and then my brain continues its inner screaming. He's found me…how…why? I don't understand! I listen to her on the phone and stare down at the manuscript still lying open on the floor.

"Andrea, yes this is Claire from Grey Publishing. I need to speak with Mr. Grey right away." She pauses and a moment later continues and explains the situation. "Yes, sir…Ana he wants to speak with you!" She hisses at me…I simply look to her then take the phone it feels like dead weight in my hands.

"Christian?" I say into the phone.

"Ana, Baby, what's wrong?" Christian begs and I hear the strain of fear and terror in his voice.

"Christian he found me…Steve found me." I say into the phone it's all I can convey and I hand the phone back to Claire. Suddenly, I am hyperventilating and my stomach feels like it's in my throat.

"Mr. Grey she looks sick…I think you should come down here…this is quite alarming." She says then listens. "Yes, sir…she won't leave I give you my word." Then she hangs the phone up. I need the bathroom. I stand and stagger…Claire is by my side helping me up.

"Ana are you okay?" she asks me. I take a deep breath and the shock dissipates leaving me sick and confused. I nod at her and continue to the restroom. Once inside lose the contents of my small lunch into the toilet. For a strange reason I feel better…then I remember I used to do the same thing when I was 15. Whenever I felt uncomfortable around Steve I would throw up. How can he do this…affect me after so long! He shouldn't have such a hold over me…I hate that man! I stare into the mirror and see 15 year old me again looking back with scared sunken eyes. Shit Shit Shit! No, I am not nothing…I am something…I have a Prince Charming! You are wrong Stephen wrong! I feel like screaming but don't. I wash my face with a wet paper towel then leaving the bathroom intend to head to reception. The moment I leave the bathroom I hear a scream from Claire and a crash of broken glass.

What the Hell?

I run for the front desk and see Claire lying on the floor unconscious. Her computer lies on the floor a yard away from where it should be. Shit…this is bad really bad. I glance up at the door and see Steve standing there. He blows a kiss then runs. I get on my knees beside Claire…what happened? What did he do to her? I pull her into my arms and she blinks her eyes open.

"No you can't get Ana" the words tumble from her mouth and then I see the blood at the back of her head. I pull my cream silk blouse off leaving me in my undershirt and press it to her head wound. I glance up…where the hell is security? Suddenly, one security guard lumbers slowly into the room gun drawn. I glance at him…I'm suddenly pissed. Apparently my shock is gone…Steve is hurting my friends now? Well see about that! My husband is going to have his ass for breakfast.

"Call an ambulance, now!" I yell at him as he looks from me, to Claire, and to the computer on the floor. He just stands there dumbfounded.

"Call a fucking ambulance!" I scream at him my face red. He blinks then pulls out a cell phone. Fuck! Who the hell did Roach hire? I put my focus back on Claire the blood is slowing and I thank god for that.

"They're on their way ma'am." He says to me and I roll my eyes. He better hope so…I am in no mood for idiots today. I move into my newest version of Ana…Angry Manager Lady. Soon, the ambulance is there…where the hell is Christian? Given it's been approximately 11 minutes since Claire called him but still! This is an emergency. As I let the ambulance take Claire…I stand and start screaming at idiot security boy!

"Where the hell were you? Isn't your job to secure this place…You are a security guard right? That's what you're paid for if I'm not mistaken!" He stands there as I look up at him glowering. "Go get a copy of the surveillance for the entrance and reception…and be quick if you WANT TO KEEP YOUR JOB!" I scream at him.

"Ana?" I turn and see that Christian is watching me with a wary expression on his face. "You okay baby?" He asks and I shake my head at him. He comes to me and we hug and kiss.

"What happened?" He asks looking to the computer and then gestures to the ambulance.

"I don't know exactly." I say "I went to the bathroom because I felt sick…and then I heard a crash and when I came back Claire was on the floor and her computer was over there. She has a head wound. I saw him Christian he was standing at the door…then he blew a kiss at me." I say with disgust.

"Where the hell was security?" He says glancing the way the idiot went.

"That's what I said…" Then I glance too…"Can I fire him?" I ask Christian smiling.

"Who are you and where has my wife gone?" Christian says smiling and running his hand through his hair. "Where is this manuscript at?" Christian says looking at me frankly. I retrieve it from the floor and hand it over.

"It's very disconcerting," I say glancing at it I shudder. Christian eyes me then read's the cover and flips to a random page. His eyes read the page and his expression darkens with every second. He flips back to the title then opens to the next page. His eyes go wide and he looks to me.

"Did you see this?" I look and he points to the page. I peer around his shoulder and my stomach drops once again.

"To Anastasia…my one, my only, I will have you soon. You will be mine at last." It reads.

"Fuck," I say and Christian tilts his hand in agreement. Suddenly, the idiot security guard is back and my anger surges again.

"I thought I said quickly," I say to him then taking the discs from him hand them to Christian. He takes them from me and nods his head. Shit I kind of don't want to now… I glance back at him.

"If you don't I will, Ana." He says into my ear. I nod my head then pull myself into manager mode.

"Inexcusable…" I exclaim putting the image of hurt Claire in my mind to give me strength. "Where exactly were you at? Your job description entails that you secure this building…this building was not secure! One of my employees was injured! I suggest you find another line of work…you are fired and do not ask me for a reference." I exclaim and then glare at him.

"Ma'am," He says then nodding heads back the way he came. I feel guilty at his sullen expression but remembering Claire I know it had to be done! I glance at Christian and he is smirking.

"What? That was kind of fun! But, I kind of feel bad about it!" I say to him smiling.

"You did a good job, Mrs. Grey! Maybe I should have you fire all the wrongdoers in our company!" He says and his smirk rolls into a laugh. I glare at him and then laugh.

"Aww, so sweet coming from you," I joke and kiss him. Then I glance at the manuscript and my smile falters. "What are we going to do about this?" I say indicating to it.

"We're going to have to up security…and I need to take a better look at this." He says indicating the manuscript. "We also need to locate where Stephen Morton is…" and with that Christian is on his BlackBerry and I know he is talking to Welch. Suddenly, Taylor appears and his team of security begins to finger print the place. I pull out my BlackBerry and know I'm going to have to make this call sooner or later. I tap Christian and indicate that I'm going to my office to make a call and he nods his head. I enter my office and dial mom's number.

"Carla Adams, speaking." my mother's voice comes through the phone.

"Hey, Mom, it's me." I say smiling slightly from hearing my mother's voice.

"Oh Anastasia, baby girl how are you doing?" she asks me gushing.

"I'm okay mom, what about you?" I ask her quietly.

"I'm good honey…is something wrong? You sound upset," she murmurs.

"Mom…its Stephen he's come after me. I don't know how he found me…but he's after me. He injured one of my employees and then he sent me this threatening manuscript." I say urgently to her. I wait for a response and receive none.

"Mom when did you last hear from him…have you seen him?" I ask her frankly. I wait and still get no response. "Mom" I scream into the phone she is making me angry.

"Oh Baby haven't talked to him since February." She says quietly. "He showed up at work and wanted to go out for coffee…which was odd but I went. He kept asking about you. All I told him was that you had married some big hotshot and that you still lived up in Washington." She said. I nearly scream and tears fall down my eyes.

"Mom how could you…after everything he did to me…how could you?" I say and tears spill over.

"Frankly, Ana, I don't see what the problem was…you were a grown girl you shouldn't be so embarrassed about coming onto an older man! I was worried about you for a…" she says frantically.

"No mom just stop," and my voice has risen to a scream. "You still don't get it…" I say and then I hang up on my mother. I can't believe after all this time that is what she believes. I look up as Christian has come into the room. I fall into his arms crying and he kisses my head hugging me tight.

"She thinks I came onto him, Christian, after all this time she still believes that bastard." I say looking up at him.

"It will be alright Baby we know the truth…I won't let him get you" He says holding me tighter.

"She told him about me Christian. In February she told him about you and that we live in Washington. Why the hell did she do that?" I dish out on him. He pulls me impossibly tighter and I just let him hold me.

"Hush, it will be okay were going to find him!" He says cupping my chin he kisses me urgently. I know it is a need…he wants to clear his head. I kiss him back and I am glad the office door is closed. Soon I am against the wall and he has that smoky gray hungry look in his eyes. Suddenly I am giggling.

"I love that sound, Mrs. Grey" He says and suddenly my legs are around his hips and I'm held against the wall. "Where is your shirt?" He asks me between kisses.

"I used it to stop the blood flow on Claire's head," I say and then passion consumes us and we screw on my office wall. We come quickly and as I'm fixing my hair a knock comes at the door. Christian glances at me before opening it and as always he looks exactly as he did when we first came in here. I sigh it's a never ending story. He leaves and pulls the door shut behind him to talk to whomever. I pull on my white sweater that I keep in the office for cold days…then making sure my hair looks okay head out to see what's up. Christian is talking to someone and I realize its Detective Hardy. Glancing at the time I realize its 7:15pm already. I go over to reception and find Claire's cell. She is in the hospital and I'm sure her family will want to know. Claire is big on family I know for a fact. I flip open to find a parents number.

"Hello," says a male voice as I dial Claire's fathe'rs number with my own phone.

"Mr. Danby?" I ask into the phone.

"The one and the same…how can I help you?" He asks his tone is inquisitive.

"Yes, this is Anastasia Grey of Grey's Publishing." I say and gather courage this is hard letting someone know their daughter is in the hospital. "There was an intruder at our office today…Claire was hurt…she was recently taken to Seattle General with a blow to the head. She is fine and in stable condition…I just thought it would be best to let you know." I say gently.

"An intruder, oh my!" He gasps out. "But, she's fine thank the lord!" He exclaims I listen as he talks to someone else then he returns to our call.

"Mrs. Grey, I am so thankful that you called. Claire could not be at a better company!" He says.

"Yes, sir" I say smiling slightly.

"Well, good day to you, Mrs. Grey!" He says and I hang up with a polite good-bye. I grab Claire's purse, jacket, and put her cell in her bag. I glance up at Christian who comes to stand next to me. "I wanted to take these to Claire…I understand if you don't want us to go, but could you have someone deliver them to her along with a get well basket?" I ask him smiling.

"Of course Anastasia," He says smiling and soon he has sent one of Taylor's extras to do the task at hand. I smile to him and ask when we'll be getting out of here.

"In just a moment Mrs. Grey," He says kissing my forehead.

"Have you played the surveillance discs?" I ask him. He nods and leads me to a small cubicle one like my old one. A security guy is studying it in detail when he sees Christian and me he starts it over. As it begins to play Christian says, "I've sent a digital copy to Barney he should be getting back to me soon, he's checking Stephen's face to CCTV throughout the city."

I nod and watch as Steve enters the building. Claire stands and calls to him and he hands the manuscript to her and she looks wary. She asks him something and he shakes his head. She simply nods, smiles, and says good-bye. He leaves. I watch as she reads the manuscript, she flips to the page of thanks and her face falls and I know she is gasping. She glances at the door then towards my office then back to the door appearing to make a decision until her face brightens a little. Then I watch as my earlier self comes into the view. She hands me the manuscript looking concerned…on screen I flip it open near the beginning then flip it shut…it falls to the floor. Claire helps me sit onscreen and says something to me. I watch as I nod. Off-screen Christian has pulled me against him protectively. Back onscreen Claire is on the phone talking…then the phone is handed to me…then back to her. She nods and says a few other things and then hangs up. I stand and she comes to help as I stagger a little…then I leave the screen. I watch as she makes a call…gets a frustrated look on her face and glances at the security office. Then Stephen walks into the building and she stands staring at him. He says something and she shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. Suddenly Steve gets violent he comes closer and she steps back. She is saying something. Suddenly he goes around reception and is screaming in her face it appears. She says something back suddenly he clears her desk of the computer and stands huffing. He turns back to her and she shakes her head again. Suddenly he pushes her roughly and her head smacks into the wall. I gasp and then watch as Steve runs from the building. Then it shows me enter the room, I watch as Steve blows a kiss from the door I kneel and pull Claire into my arms. Then it shows me pull my shirt off and press it against her head…I don't know why we're still watching but we do… Onscreen it shows the security guard come up… then my yelling…his inaction and my face changes and I really let him have.

Finally the video ends and I glance at Christian he is holding me tightly. "Feisty" he says and I smile slightly. Christians phone rings as we leave the cubicle, he stops and answers it. I watch as his face falls then his discussion get animated.

"He was spotted 3 blocks from here heading into a coffee shop…but they found nothing when it was searched. Barney is going to keep the program running from now till we locate him." He says to me and soon after I've grabbed my purse and jacket were out the door.

"I've sent Detective Hardy a copy of the security discs and he has issued a BOLO for Stephen." Christian says to me as we set at the breakfast bar for dinner. We eat quietly and I ask Christian how work went prior the explosion.

"Well, in the life of mergers and acquisitions we now own a bookstore that was flat lining in the Pike Market District. Also, we are now closer to the solar powered phones." He says with a smile. I think about the bookstore then I smile.

"You mean Fancy Folios?" I ask him with glee.

"Yes, I believe that's the name…you know it?" He asks with a wry smile looking at me.

"Yes, I love that store the architecture inside is amazing. But, they have a good selection of classics mixed with contemporary. I was considering doing some marketing there about Grey Publishing. If we could establish a common market between the bookstore and our newly published books…it would be a deal breaker." I smile at him. "However I thought it might hinder book sales if they were only available at one place in Seattle." I shrug watching him smile he eats a little more and then says the most brilliant thing.

"I think it would work—given correct advertising. Not to mention we were considering opening an online branch of Fancy Folios—which by the way is a ridiculous name for a bookstore!"

"I thought so too…maybe we could put an Ad in the paper…I'll design it! Were you considering a name change?" I say and he smiles at me.

"Hmm I like this new business minded, angry manager type Ana! Yes we were." He says giggling as he kisses my check.

"Oh, Mr. Grey I do love it when you laugh!" I say as I finish my chicken. I swallow the rest of my wine and turn on the stool to give him a feisty look. He smolders back at me and I blush…again I can't believe that he is my husband. "Do we own any other bookstores?" I ask him and laugh at his face as he runs through a list in his head.

"No as a matter of fact we do not," he says looking at me as he finishes his dinner. I sit thinking about good names for a book store. Something catchy that people will want to shop at but that will meld well with the old store. Suddenly I'm pulled from my reverie by Christian as he yanks me towards the bedroom.

"Why Mr. Grey you're not being coy at all!" I admonish but hurry to go with him. I push all thoughts of bookstores, publishing, and Stephen from my mind and focus on my husband. Damn that man is just too sexy! Soon he has become Mr. Sexy boss man and we're getting it on like wild animals.

Breathing harshly I sit up next to him after our third trip around the world. I kiss him gently as he smiles at me…suddenly he jumps up…

"Sorry, Babe, I've got some work to do," He says and dashes off after I smack his butt and he growls at me.

I pullout my MacBook Pro and begin research for my marketing project. I love this advertising stuff it's so much fun! An hour later I have successfully completed my one page advertisement with the dashing catch phrase, "Ravenous Reads at Fancy Folios". The advertisement is all swirls of red, gold, black, and silver. I amazingly made vampire teeth sink into virtual covers of our newest reads. I mainly included some great fiction books but also added some restoration to the description of some classics. I am amazed by how great it looks. Done by me no less!

There is an empty rectangle at the bottom but I'm hoping to get permission from Roach, Christian, the book store, and an Author to advertise about a book signing and reading. I know who exactly I want to do it…the book is great but the author is kind of shy. I'll have to talk to her…I glance at the time 9:10pm. I pick up my BlackBerry and dial Roach. We talk for a few minutes then smiling I hang up and call Jocelyn Fornell. I talk to her and talk to her and finally I get up and pacing the room and begin telling her all the pro's to this. Finally she gives in and I jump for joy! Yes! Why do I find this so exciting? Darn I have to wait until tomorrow to call Fancy Folios and discuss a date for the book signing.

I shut my laptop and head for the shower. Twenty minutes later I'm fresh and smelling good. I slip into a new silk powder blue floor length night gown. I glance at the clock…10:20. I wander into the kitchen after donning my black robe because my mind has fallen to Stephen and I banish that thought by thinking of Christian. Christian is my protector…I will not argue with him if it has anything to do with keeping me away from Stephen. I pull a small slice of cheesecake from the fridge and eat it slowly in the theatre room while watching the news. I nearly choke when I see Stephan standing in a crowd outside of a murder scene at some dark bar. I pause it and rewind thankful that TV hating Christian has DVR.

Holy Shit! I say as I step closer…his eyes are staring directly at me. Suddenly, I'm no longer here I'm 15 again and he is staring at me with those deep green eyes. A leering grin spreads over his face and he looms over me…his hands slide across my body and I shake in fear. Suddenly, I'm pulled back to the present and turn to see Kate standing in the doorway.

"Jeez, Ana, who the hell is that?" She asks pointing at Stephen. I glance back at him and then I look at her guiltily.

"Long story, I have to tell Christian." I say but when I try and pass her she grabs my arm.

"Ana, who is it?" She asks me tersely. So I tell it to her straight.

"Moms third husband…he used to molest me…and now he's come after me!" I say frowning at her.

"Damn Ana what is it with you and stalkers?" She asks and hugs me asking if I'm okay. I nod then continue towards Christian…I estimate it's been 3 minutes since I saw him on live television.

"Christian," I say and enter his office. He glances up at me looking angry as he's discussing something with Elliot. "It's Stephan he's on the news!" I urge and he jumps up and follows me. When he's finally seen it I hit play then go to web access and we watch a live feed of the event. Currently, he is still standing there. I glance to Christian and he is on the phone immediately. Kate hugs me closely and I smile at her.

"They'll get him," She says to me.

"I know" I say hugging her back.

"So, what brings you two out this late?" I ask quickly and she frowns.

"I don't know Elliot just up and said he needed to see Christian after he got a phone call." She says looking up as he walks into the room. He comes to us and she hugs him to her side.

"Sorry, for interrupting you guys." I smile at him as he pecks me on the cheek.

"Nah its cool trust me yours is much more important that mine." He laughs quietly. I glance to Christian and he is looking at the screen watching. I watch to and suddenly I watch as two of Taylor's spares maneuver through the crowd. Until they're just behind him…Christian mutters something into the phone and suddenly they grab him. People scream as he begins to fight them. I watch as Stephen's hulking figure is pulled down and relief floods me…I think they've got him. Then there are gun shots from the left the camera turns and instead of seeing what we need to…we see a show of gunfire outside the club. I look to Christian as he glances away from the screen; he is intent on his call. He nods and calls someone else then turns to me.

"They got him Baby" He says smiling and relief floods my body. "Good thing you like to keep up with the media." He jokes as he pulls me into a hug and kiss.

"What are you going to do with him?" I ask looking up at him.

"Depends on what information Taylor recovers…after were through well hand him over to Hardy." I nod needing no further explanation.

"Shall we continue?" Elliot asks Christian who nods kisses me and says they'll be done in a moment. I nod at him. I grab my half eaten cheesecake and deposit it in the garbage…Kate has followed me.

"Drink?" I ask inquisitively.

"Please," she replies and I pour us glasses of chilled Bollinger.

"So, how is work?" I ask her and she gushes about all the writing she's been doing.

"How much is your advertising?" I ask her after she's dished enough to have her gossipy fill for the day.

"Depends you want an insert or actually in the newspaper?" She asks.

"Which one is a more effective tool of advertisement?" I ask her

"The insert I'd generally say…but of course there are great spots in the actual paper, too." She says.

"I'm thinking in terms of a full page-color," I say to her.

"You want an insert definitely…but you'll have to have them printed then get them delivered to the paper." She says. I nod then retrieve my MacBook and show her my advertisement.

"Damn, Anastasia Grey, you are in the wrong business!" She says as her eyes glaze over my Ad.

"How long did this take you?" She asks glancing up.

"Umm, about an hour." I say then I go into detailed plans of what I want to do with the empty square.

"Christian, got more than he bargained for marrying you!" she teases me.

"Oh my God, I almost forgot, I fired someone today…it was very exhilarating." I say and then go into details about earlier.

"Damn," she says then we discuss how the wedding plans are coming.

"OMG Maid of Honor of Mine…will you design my Wedding Invitations?" looking at me this came out of nowhere!

"Kate, I can't do that!" I exclaim to her.

"Yes you can Ana, look at that Ad it is amazing! I know advertising people who would kill for your skills! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" She begs me and I look at her and frown. Suddenly, she gest on her knees and pouts.

"Oh my, Katherine Kavanagh, on her knees!" I look up and see Elliot and Christian smiling at us.

"Please Ana" She asks again and I give in besides it could be fun.

"Okay" I say to her smiling. She jumps up shouting yes. I laugh and turn to Christian and Elliot.

"Ana has agreed to do our wedding invitations…they're going to be beautiful! Pink, Silver, and White those are the colors!" she says looking from the men back to me.

"And what may I ask has brought this on?" Christian asks smiling.

"Ana's amazing advertising abilities of course…I can't wait!" She gushes.

"Hmm Advertising abilities?" He asks smiling I blush and make to shut the Mac. But, Kate snatches it…

"Oh ho no Ana, I want to see his reaction to your amazing work!" She says and flips the screen to show Christian. As his eyes fall on the Ad they go wide then dial in critiquing it. Elliot also gets an eye full.

"Damn, Ana, you want to redo my logo? That looks amazing! You sure you're in the right profession?" He jokes.

"Oh jeez it's not that amazing," I say blushing from the compliment.

"I thought we just discussed this today? How long have you worked on it?" Christian asks me glancing up.

"Just this evening when you had some work to do." I reply like it's no big deal.

"Ana this is good, really good! When are we going to send it out?" He asks me.

"It's not done I've still got to call Fancy Folios and schedule a book signing and reading for Jocelyn Fornell." I say oh my God Christian likes my work, now I know it's really good.

"Oh, is that what the blank spot is for?" I nod at him and he smirks.

"Shit, I married a business pro!" He squeals and captures me. Ahh Christian squealing ! What a melodious sound.

"I told you Ana," Kate gushes. "You're really good!"

"Well get out of here, then!" Elliot says wrapping his arm around Kate. She finishes her Bollinger and we say our goodbyes.

"Damn Ana I married you for all the wrong reasons…and now I'm finding all the right ones!" He teases. "Angry Manager Ana, Advertising Guru Ana, Marketing Ana…" He stops smiling and I giggle.

"You drink without me?" He scoffs and laughs.

"I do, sir" I giggle then he downs the other half of my glass. He smiles down at me and then he smiles.

"You know I quite like that color on you!" He says slipping his hands around my hips they slide over the smooth material.

"Well, I picked it out just for you!" I smile up at him.

"Oh, such a beautiful present!" He says then picks me up bridal style. "I think I'll go unwrap you now" he says.

"Here I thought it seemed demure!" I exclaim jokingly as he throws me on the bed and strips. I pose and bite my lip as his shirt goes over his head. He looks and growls at me and suddenly were entwined in passion

I awake and watch Christian sleep for what feels like the thousandth time but is more realistically in the lower hundreds. His eyes flutter and he opens them fully, "Mmm Good Morning Mrs. Grey." He says and kisses my lips deeply. My lower muscles clench and I wrap myself around his naked body. We say no more and make obsessive love then I lay in his arms until 7:45.

"Shower?" I say and he nods. Twenty minutes later were dried, dressed, and eating a delicious breakfast. I dig into my oatmeal and after swallowing ask Christian for Fancy Folios number.

"I'll email it to you…and I want that Ad finished by this evening. I can't wait to see it run off the presses!" He gushes and smiles at me. I just shake my head and smile. Oh can a person be any happier?

We finish breakfast and head for the car. I think of asking Christian about Stephen but honestly I'd rather not know…I don't need all that to think about.

Halfway through work Christian emails with the phone number for Fancy Folios. I call during my lunch break and finish the Ad while eating a chicken salad croissant. I send copies to Christian, Roach, and Ms. Fornell.

Christian replies that the Ad will be burning up the presses as we speak and that he's posted the Ad in various magazines and newspapers. Wow in print! As the day continues I complete 3 more manuscript edits and send them to Roach for approval. I meet 6 aspiring authors and go through the first chapter of each manuscript. At 5pm Hannah informs me that I have a daily debriefing to attend and then have one last meeting. I nod and grabbing my iPad head for our meeting. We discuss the Ad and I receive several compliments for it and Roach tells me he's proud that I am Christian's wife…because he knows this Ad will have an astounding effect on book sales.

I head back to my office and wait for my 5:20. When he comes in and shuts the door and takes a seat I greet him smiling. Today has been marvelous; this is odd this kid can only be about 19 or so. I laugh at myself in my head calling a 19 year old a kid.

"So, what can I do for you?" I ask the kid whose name is Melvin Hart.

"Oh, nothing much ma'am." He says smiling at me. Then why is he here there must be some reason he is here?

"There must be some reason you made an appointment with me." I say rather bluntly giving him my professional smile.

"Oh, yes before I forget I've been sent to give you a message." He says and stands to his feet. I scoot back in my chair alarmed his stance has gone defensive.

"Who from?" I ask warily and take a step back. I pick up my BlackBerry and prepare to dial Christian if I need to. Fuck it! I press send I'm not taking any chances. Suddenly the kid whips out a knife and lunges at me. I fall back and scream as he whips it again. I back against the wall and suddenly Sawyer is through the door tackling Melvin the messenger to the floor. I watch in frenzy as they fight and I'm somehow aware of the fact that Christian is screaming through the phone. I hear a thud and Sawyer stands a cut down the side of his face.

"Oh my God you're bleeding," I cry out in shock. He wipes it away and I look down at myself a huge slash cut through my shirt. Shit! Am I cut? I look beneath and sigh with relief. I fall against the wall then pick up the BlackBerry.

"Christian" I say into the phone there is no answer. "Christian" I yell still nothing. I look at the phone and it's still on the line with him. I look up to Sawyer…

"Can you reach Taylor or Christian?" I say in terror. He tries immediately and gets Taylor.

"Taylor, how is Christian?" He says curtly.

I press my phone to my ear and I hear a faint struggle. I press speakerphone and it gets a little louder. Sawyer listens as well, suddenly there's a loud crash and Christian yells Fuck. I hear a thud like a kick and someone groans aloud.

"There's a struggle in Mr. Grey's office!" He says into the phone and his line goes dead.

"Christian you better say something right now," I yell into the phone apprehension, fear, and tears fill my eyes.

"Fuck Ana I'm alright. Some, goon just attacked me in my own fucking office," he screams. "Shit I'm cut" he says.

"Is it bad?" I ask and hear a door burst open over the phone.

"You're late Taylor!" Christian yells he is pissed. "How the hell did he get in here with a knife?" I look to Sawyer and he searches our unsub and finds a case.

"Anti-metal detector" He says and shakes his head. I bend over the table and look at the knife that slashed at me earlier…it's small and slim.

"Christian, calm down I have to tell you something." I say into the phone. I hear him breathe and then a movement.

"Okay what," He says much calmer.

"Just so you know I am fine, okay, my shirt is ripped though. Thankfully Sawyer is quick" I say then rush on. "Someone attacked me to, Sawyer found some sort of Anti-Metal detector case in his pants" I say I wait a few moments.

"Fuck! Let me speak to Sawyer!" I turn the speaker phone off and hand him the BlackBerry.

"Sir…Yes…No…of course…precisely." He says and then hands the phone back.

"Ana, you're fine?" He asks tersely.

"Yes, Christian, you're the one who's cut!" I say still worried about that.

"What was the given name of your attacker?" He says.

"Uh…Melvin Hart" I reply looking again at the young guy. "He's young maybe 19 at the most and he said he had a message for me!" I say

"Same name and M.O. over here as well." Christian grunts. "I'll call you back in a few Sawyer knows what to do!"

I hang up the phone and look to Sawyer.

"Mrs. Grey, I'm going to place our unsub in the vehicle…you wait here. Do not leave the building…that is an order!" He says and I nod. As he takes the unsub out I sink into my chair.

"Ana, are you okay?" I glance up and lock eyes with Hannah. I nod at her and she sags with relief. "Um would you like to borrow my gym shirt?" she asks and I glance down and realize you can see my pink bra.

"Oh shit yes!" I exclaim embarrassed that Sawyer saw it all. She disappears and returns with a bottled water and a black Under Armor Tank. I slip it on after removing the sliced shirt, I leave it on my desk and sit drinking the water.

"Thank You, Hannah! You can go now if you'd like!" I say to her and she thanks me before leaving. I check my email to distract myself and find one from Christian, so whatever it happens to be is strictly business. It contains a link…I click and find the website titled: Fancy Folios. Down the side runs a marginalized bit of my ad detailing the Ravenous Reads collection…then it shimmers and virtual glitter falls and it's replaced by the book signing and reading announcement with a picture of Jocelyn Fornell. Cool! I love this! My Ad has come to life.

My phone rings and I answer it horrified at the voice that filters through the plastic speaker.

"Well Ana did you get my message?" Steve says. I say nothing.

"What's the matter shocked into silence…not surprising coming from you? Now, here's the real message…your mine you're going to break it off with Grey. If you don't I'll kill him!" He says then laughs.

"You're mine Anastasia…if I can't have you no one can baby!" He says.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask quietly.

"Well, I tried to bully you into hating yourself! But, that didn't work you slipped away to that father of yours. We could have had it good Ana!" He coos at me.

"I love you my pretty princess," He says then he starts talking about all the things he did to me and how he wants more. I gag and finally I pull some strength up I click my phone over to speaker and email Christian from my iPad while Stephen drones on getting more descriptive as he goes.

"Stephan is on my BlackBerry…track him—he is grossing me out! I thought he was in jail!" I hit send and the message soars into cyberspace. Almost 3 minutes later with Stephan still droning on Christian replies.

"He's in your building get out! We're coming!" What fuck me grasping my cell I pull my iPad with me and run! I stand and suddenly Stephan's tone changes. His voice grows husky and faint. I run from the building and decide on the small bistro down the street. I enter and take a seat away from the windows.

"Oh Ana where are you? I hit your pretty little body guard on the head. He'll be feeling that later if he wakes up!" Then he laughs out loud. "Oh Ana I love this shirt you always did look beautiful in blue it brings out your eyes so well!" He croons. Oh God I only just got away!

"Leave me alone!" I shakily say into the phone.

" Ah ah ah Ana I told you…I will have you all for my own! I've just got to find you…where are you hiding? It will make this all so much easier! If you don't tell me I'm going to have to grow violent!" He calls to me. It's been 10 minutes since the email from Christian…he should be here soon. I hope. Suddenly I hear crashes, rips, bangs, all accompanied by frenzied screaming. "Dammit, Ana, where the hell are you? I will find you wherever you are!" He yells this accompanied by more sounds of his frustrated violence. I want to turn the phone off so bad but I don't I have to know in case he leaves the building. Suddenly, he screams an agonized yet horrible scream making me jump. It's followed by more violence and cursing. Holding the phone I switch on my iPad and email Christian.

"Baby, where are you?" I email him.

"Were pulling up outside your office…I'm coming for you!" reads his reply. I don't bother replying knowing hell be here before I send it. I look up and he enters the store and glancing around for me. His eyes spot me and I stand as he pulls me into a tight hug. I don't let go and we listen to the phone.

"Oh, fuck more of you! Ana you know you want me—you fucking know it, sweetheart!" He yells then we hear an oomph and struggle. I hear cursing until Taylor picks up the phone and says calmly,

"I will call you when it is all clear sir" then the line goes dead. I look at Christian and he hugs me deeply and we kiss his way of putting a modicum of control down and my way of pushing away my fear. We sit in the booth and he holds me and I am no longer scared.

"Baby I was so scared for you," He says and pulls his fingers through my hair. "After you emailed me we had the phone call recorded…we listened in. That fucker is crazy!" He exclaims.

"Extremely insane..." I say. "Where are you cut Christian?" I ask. He smiles and shows me a small nick on his neck and I gasp.

"Christian, he could have killed you!" I say. "Before I emailed you he said that I had to leave you or he'd kill you! I was so worried!" I cry and suddenly I'm sobbing and I can't hold it in. Everything just wells up and spills over. Christian hugs me close and tells me he loves me so much.

"I saw my ad on the Fancy Folios website…it was beautiful." I tell him between sobs. Suddenly, he's laughing and I look up at him glaring.

"Oh my extraordinary wife!" He says kissing my forehead.

"Christian, I think we need a vacation!" I sigh.

"Oh do you Mrs. Grey?" He says smiling and looks down at me and I nod. "Where would you like to go?" He asks me.

"Let's go to New York…you said you'd take me!" I say smiling at him. "Plus I bought us a surprise about a month ago!"

"Oh did you? Well, that sounds lovely when do you want to go?" He asks me.

"As soon as you're ready…I can work from my laptop and I need a break from attempted killings!" I say to him.

"I quite agree…well leave tonight!" He says and I smile. Suddenly his BlackBerry buzzes in his pocket.

"Grey," His tone is short. He listens and then stands pulling me with him. We walk down the street and I tense as we make it outside the building. He hangs up and we go inside and my eyes go wide. Stephen has destroyed the place. Everything lies on its side. Papers are everywhere but all the destruction leads back to my office. When I step inside I gasp…can you even call this an office now. Everything is in disarray the desktop is smashed in. The picture collage poster I had made is ripped into a zillion pieces.

Most shocking is the jagged writing that covers the walls over and over…"you're mine" It makes me sick and I turn to leave. "How is Sawyer?" I ask Christian.

"Fine, just a major bump on the head." He says and soon we're joined by Taylor, Ryan, and Sawyer.

"Who is going to clean all this up?" I ask Christian glancing to him.

"Someone, don't worry when you return this Monday it will be perfectly good as new!" He says and I nod glad I won't have to clean this huge catastrophe.

"Stephen?" I ask Christian.

"Detective Hardy collected him…he's been taken to a mental ward. We've given him a copy of your phone call and pictures of this mess." Christian says and we leave headed for Sea-Tac.

New York-Here We Come

I stretch as we exit the plane…Christian and I had a VERY good night aboard the Grey Enterprises company plane. We're greeted by Taylor and soon were whisked to the home I have yet to see. As we arrive and ride the elevator to the penthouse of a prestigious 50 story hotel Christian scoops me into his arms. I shriek in surprise for just a moment but smile and kiss him.

"Yet, another threshold to carry you over Anastasia!" He says and then we enter his modern abode. Black, White, Grays, Blues, and Silver are everywhere but it's magnificent. "What do you think?"

"It's amazing as always Mr. Grey and I am ever happy to be your wife!" I say to him. We make our way to the bedroom immediately and fall into the bed. Getting lost amongst the blue sheets and gray wood soon Christian has me tied to the bed posts. Oohh yes KINKY FUCKERY! Ice and oils used so vigorously together. I lay in the bed after the most extraordinary sex completely sated and drift into a nap.

Waking, I stretch and look around. Christian is gone…its 12:30 in the afternoon NY time. I look for my suitcase but, realize it has been unpacked. I shower then dress in some of the Caroline Acton clothes. Having dried my hair I brush it out and go in search of Christian in this vast house of ours. I stumble upon a small library in my search and my inner bookworm jumps into the room…making Christian the next thing on my list. The library is full of classics in first edition, but it also houses business, advertising, and marketing books. I pull out a marketing text and glance through all the stuff that I already know…wow didn't learn much there. I put the book back and continue my search. I find 2 other bedrooms and kitchen. Finally, I locate Christian in a study that is half the size of his home office. But, he works away mixing making phone calls with typing like crazy. "Would you like some lunch?" I ask him making him look up and smile.

"I'd love some but first I won't your lips on here," He says pointing to his lips. I dash across to him and stop in front of his desk. I slowly make my way around then I kiss him deeply making his inner man moan. This lasts for about five minutes before I turn and stick my butt of to him.

"Wench, go make me some lunch," He says smacking my butt hard. A shiver trails down my spine and I gallop back to the kitchen. Opening the fridge and freezer I pursue our options and decide to make a light lunch of sandwiches and vegetable chips with a ranch dip. I set to work and 10 minutes later twirl back to Christian. I am on such a high so glad to be away from Washington and that psycho Stephen for a while.

As I enter the room he puts a finger to his mouth and I close my mouth nodding. Then, I begin looking through his bookshelves. It is full of encyclopedias and books on planes, car, and helicopters. I pull out a book labeled 'Thrill Enthusiast' Flipping through I see things like gliding, water sports, motorcycles, and bungee jumping. I stop on cliff diving and read in horror about stupid people who jump hundreds of feet into the roaring ocean water of high tide. Apparently this is a specialty of Washington state…funny I've never heard of it. I close the book quietly as Christian is still on the phone and put it back on the shelf. He gives me the 2 minute sign and I nod turning back to the kitchen. I pour two glasses of white wine just as Christian comes towards me all smiles.

"It looks good" he says as we sit at the black marbled breakfast bar. We discuss work and other things.

"So, what is our surprise?" He asks me as he finishes his meal. I smile innocently at him and then answer.

"Well first I need to buy a dress while you finish work and second tonight dear Husband of mine…you are escorting me to Broadway!" I say giddily. He raises his eyebrows and replies.

"What may I ask are we going to see?" he says kissing me.

"Tess D, Ubervilles" I smile in commemoration of how far we have come since you gifted me with those books.

"Oh tonight should be fun," He says and he has a dark look in his eye that makes me blush.

"Hmmm…you have something in mind?" I ask him as we kiss and he nods.

"Shopping you said…you'll take security?" He asks and I nod quickly making him smile. "Oh the things you do to me Anastasia Grey"

"Mmm oh the things you do to me Christian Grey," I say back and giggle.

Soon I am out the door of the apartment…commanding Ryan to drive me to somewhere that sells dresses. We pull up onto Fifth Avenue and I wonder into shop after shop getting more disgusted as I go. Finally, after entering the third shop of ridiculous fashions I give up and dial Caroline Acton.

"Mrs. Grey darling can I help you this afternoon?" She draws.

"Yes, I'm in New York and I need a dress to wear to Broadway tonight where should I go." I reply.

"Darling, I know the perfect place continue up the street and you'll find Barney's. I have a friend there who will help you, just give her your name she'll be expecting you." She says and I hang up quickly and continue down the street through all the stick figure Blondes.

I step into the store Caroline sent me too and glance to my right. My eyes fall on the most beautiful power blue dress I've ever seen. I go to it immediately and admire the gray beads, pearls, and rhinestones that admonish the bust. The dress drapes silkily to the floor around a wedge cut from its middle where gray lace trims the edge of a chiffon pleating. Straps of silk made to fall from the shoulders hang in just the right way. I want this dress and I want it bad. I pull out my BlackBerry and dial Kate.

"Hello's to you Mrs. Grey," she calls giggling.

"Kate what kind of dress should I wear to Broadway? I'm in New York by the way!" I say to her.

"Hmmm…Broadway huh? Just about any fancy floor length number will work…especially on you Baby, they'd let you in with wrags on!" she laughs and I roll my eyes.

"I'm going to send you a picture and text me back!" I say and hanging up I take a picture of this dazzling dress that would make even Jose proud. After sending it to her she texts back immediately.

*Girl that is an original Vera Wang…you have got style! Yes it will work! Love ya!*

*Thanks LYLAS*

*Ditto buy me a gift and get some inspiration for my wedding invitations!

*okay okay

I walk to the counter and ask for help with the dress. The lady behind the counter looks me up and down giggling. She twists on her 5 inch heels and follows me to the 'Vera Wang' number.

"Look sweetie, I know it's a beautiful dress but let's face it…do you know how much this dress costs? Its twelve-thousand dollars!" she says enunciating each syllable. Suddenly my blood is boiling. "Let's see if we can find you something more affordable" she croons looking straight at me. At 5'6 I'm pretty tall for a woman but this 'lady' has just pissed me off.

"I'm buying this dress," I say and I shake my head to go with the words.

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend you…I just don't want you to be embarrassed" She says.

"Enough, my name is Anastasia Grey. I've come to find a dress to wear for Broadway tonight…if you insult me one more time…I'll have my husband buy up the shares of this store. Just so I can have the pleasure of firing you myself!" I say to her even though I have no clue if Christian would do that but it's satisfying to use his power. Suddenly another woman descends upon me.

"Oh Mrs. Grey, what a pleasure it is! I'm sure I can help you with whatever you need," she says side-stepping in front of Ms. Almighty. I contemplate going all high and mighty, my inner demon urging me to say, 'I want her-fired-now' while fiddling with my manicure. But, I refrain from such and smile at the new lady and pick up an enervating conversation.

"Can I offer you a drink?" she asks quickly.

"Bollinger" I say and the rude girl whisks away to bring me my drink.

"Now, Ms. Acton told me that you're looking for a dress worthy of Broadway?" she croons.

"Yes, I'm considering this number I find it very appealing." I murmur to her.

"If I may say a beautiful choice, Ms. Wang will complement your eyes, hair, and figure. You'll look stunning" She says a dazzling smile splayed across her lips. "Shoes she asks?"

"Please," I drawl in a snobbish voice as rude girl carries my size 1 dress to the changing rooms. Soon I have found 3 inch pencil heeled pumps that are decked in rhinestones and gray silk ties to match the dress. I also purchase a matching clutch for my phone and any other items.

"Jewelry?" she croons and I shake my head I have the perfect stuff to match back at the apartment. Ms. Jones always packs my small jewelry box. I choose a pair of long white silk gloves then pay. I don't even blink as I hand over my black American Express Card and lose a little over 15 grand. My things will be delivered by four apparently and I nod. I glance back as I leave the store and I see Ms. Nicely Done screaming at Ms. Rude and I smile. I blanch at spending 15 grand on clothes but that dress is just lovely. I check my mani-pedi that I had done last week and relieved see the french tips still look great on my toes. I flush at the thought of the $500 underwear I purchased for Christian. I know him and corsets he finds them divine!

As I enter the apartment at 3:45, Taylor comes through the servant's entrance with my dress and 2 bags of accessories.

"Anastasia," He nods.

"Taylor," I nod back grinning then I head for Christians study. He simply sits reading some papers as I enter the room. He smiles up at me and rises.

"I have been waiting my love…how was shopping?" He asks.

"Boring, then interesting, then funny!" I say.

"Hmm…tell me about it" he says and I tell him how I had to call Caroline Acton to find a suitable store, then of how I found the perfect dress, he frowns about Ms. Rude and then laughs as I repeat to him what I told her.

"So it was all very interesting," I say giggling.

"Well, Mrs. Grey I don't know about you but I'd like a snack before we prepare for our date." He says and his mouth covers mine. Soon, were lying spent on the bed at 5:00 in the late afternoon. We rise to shower then I fix my hair and get dressed. I slip on the corset number and shoes', knowing Christian is dressing at the mirror. I stand next to him and he glances up from fixing his tie and his fingers grasp my hips.

"Why, Mrs. Grey, it appears that you are tempting me?!" He says into my ear.

"Don't I always" I say and growl at him.

"Oh Anastasia do not growl at me or we will miss your Broadway show!" He scolds biting my lip as he kisses me. He releases me and I slip into the dress and slowly slide up the side zipper. I pull on the long white gloves and look at myself in the mirrors closet. I gasp…Oh My God! I look amazing…I feel as if I've been swept back into the 19th century. I do a twirl and can't help but giggle this is officially my favorite dress.

"C'mon I want to see it," Christian calls. I glance out and see him standing there looking like Mr. Male Model in his black Gucci suit. He wears that glorious silver tie and I walk out to him. I twirl once and as I stop the dress twists then pools at my feet.

"Oh Anastasia," He says and he just stares me up and down. "You look everything that you are beautiful, intelligent, witty, well read, and damn sexy!"

"Only for you though Mr. Grey," I say giving him my sexy vamp look that is for his eyes only. "I think I've seen this tie before," I say sliding my finger along its length.

Soon we are out the door and have passed all the paparazzi to sit in awed silence while I take in this magnificent show. I mouth my favorite parts because I can't resist and know them so well. I catch Christian stare at me as I do this and he smiles making me smile. As we leave he takes me to a fancy little Bistro on the Hudson where he has made reservations. We eat then head back home where I am stripped of my glorious dress and bedded by this ravenous man. We make good use of the silver tie. Then the rest is pure vanilla ecstasy for 2 hours straight. After 'who knows what' number orgasm I lay in his arms naked and he in mine.

"Anastasia, you are so beautiful." He says smiling down at me.

"Beautiful and Lucky because I am married to the sexiest man alive who just happens to be a sex-god forced to live among demure mortals." I croon to him and he laughs.

"Hmmm that would make a good book," He says as we fall into sleep a little after 11.

I open my eyes slowly taking in how rested I am. I expect Christian to be up but he is wrapped around me and smiling in sleep. He looks immaculate and as I kiss him awake he blink up at me.

"Why what an amazing way to awaken on a Friday morning," He murmurs. Two kisses on his neck later he is awake and I am beneath him in the throes of passion consumed by this man's love and fine motor technique. We lay panting above the duvet. "What would you like to do today Mrs. Grey?"

"Well I thought we'd work, then visit the Metropolitan, have dinner, and come back here for some mind blowing kinky fuckery!" I whisper to him as our eyes meet steely gray to bright blue.

"Sounds like mergers and acquisitions and sexy fun later" He growls at me.

"Oh Mr. Grey do not growl at me…you know the effect it has!" I scold and feign fainting.

"Oh Mrs. Grey if only you knew," He says and were at it again like a moth drawn to its flame I meet him at each turn. We shower and dress after this making our ways to work at home.

I pull my Mac and BlackBerry into the library with me. I sit and work my behind off on the small spare desk. Approving manuscripts, editing letters, declining new story lines, and inspiring others I push through the day and join Christian at lunch prepared by some day hired housekeeper.

"So your Ad went out 3 days ago? If I'm not mistaken," I turn to him and nod confused.

"Anastasia are you aware of the fact that your small ad has already generated an 200% spike in sales at Fancy Folios?" He says grinning at me. My eyes widen at this news. "There are already over 200 reserved copies of Ms. Fornell's book at the store."

"Well that's a good thing right, but then again how many books did Fancy Folios even sale last month?" I ask taking in his massive grin.

"It's amazing Ana, and the book store sold a little over 1,500 books last month." He gushes.

"Wow," I say laughing as he messes my hair. Playful happy Christian awakens with good news.

"Yes, Ros wanted me to pass that information along to you in thanks." He says.

"Claire is back at work today, she called to thank us for the get well basket and for calling her family." I tell him.

"That's good if you like her, I like her. We picked up her hospital bill as well." He smiles at me and I nod smiling. I hug him.

"Thank you," I say

"Do you want to go see my New York office when we finish, it's smaller than the one in Seattle?" He asks hopefully.

"Sure," I say not able to turn down that hopeful face. He smiles his bright shy only for Ana smile at me and we finish our lunch quickly.

I slip on a more professional outfit…my floaty gray skirt, a blue silk camisole, white button up blouse, and classic black pumps. Holding my purse Christian takes my hand and we descend in the elevator.

Fifteen minutes later we exit the Audi 4x4 and I stare up at the 'small' ten-story building that would consume Grey Publishing in a heartbeat. As we enter everyone glances up at Christian before going back to work.

"Mr. Grey," The receptionist says standing her red hair bouncing up. She gazes warily at me before sitting and then her hand goes to the phone. I focus my attention back on where we are going and I realize we're heading for the elevator. When we step inside he surprises me, I had assumed we'd be going to his office on the tenth floor but instead were heading for the seventh. I look up at him in curiosity and he smiles down at me amused. We exit the elevator and suddenly were awash in color. I have never seen anything like this in Christian's buildings. The walls are all bright with funky neon designs and there is a sign over our heads as you exit the lift. "Advertising Bay" it says. I glance at Christian and he looks goofy.

"I'd like you to meet my Advertising team…they're all top notch but they all loved your Ad…couldn't believe it was done by an amateur," He says kissing me. I glance around this place is unusual there is lots of open space including an art center, even a small work out center, and a big table in the middle of all the chaos and color. Office cubicles are scattered around the edges of the floor. As a man runs from one to another he stops.

"Mr. Grey," He says running over to us. As everyone assembles around us I am amazed by their casualness. Maybe it's casual Friday?

"Team I'd like you to meet my wife, Anastasia, I'm going to leave her with you guys for a while…I'm hoping she can generate even more positivity into our advertising!" He says then releases me to them I just give him a look as he winks and heads back to the floor of elevators.

"Okay, Ana, welcome to the Addy Bay as we like to call ourselves!" He says smiling. "Since you're not going to be here long we won't worry about introductions…we just want your advice on a few projects! Now, we only have 2 rules here: 1) Be totally honest…even deadpan if you have to and 2) Inspire and be inspired!" He gushes and I nod like this is completely normal. Suddenly, I am drug from compartment to compartment and asked to give my advice on various projects.

By my third time across the floor I've discarded my shoes and made a few friends. The team loves my flair for bright colors and metallic…they also love the way I word things. Apparently, the unspoken rules around here are be catchy, be quick, and learn to take criticism. Some of my ideas are shot down but more are pulled in and within the group expanded upon. I really like the completion of the advertisements for a small cookware company based in Iowa. The Ads will be placed in various cooking magazines.

I really get engrossed into the logo revamp for a slightly known make-up company called Sally's. The company wants a main logo but 3 new sayings. It's so funny to watch the team brainstorm from working out to creating art they get stuff done quickly. I soon find that they all used to work in an old apartment building as and advertising company known as Creative Consumer's. There company was falling through so Christian bought it out, hired them, and moved there offices. The 15 shoot out around 10 major Ad's a day all together. They think that I am highly talented and I explain to them that my love is reading and Christian. That gets several laughs and a few blushes.

I glance up from a project that were all staring at around 5pm to find Christian standing next to me. They've all pretty much ignored him just some nods or a wave and he acknowledges each. He smiles at me taking my hand, "You ready to go?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

"Definitely," They all say there good byes, beg me to come back, and tell me they want to see more of my work. I gather my shoes and we head to the Metropolitan. Feeling artistically inspired and happy I purchase a beautiful wedding topper for Kate's cake. As we head to dinner and then back home for some quite amazing kinky fuckery…I feel as if I am in a world of bliss.

*Monday afternoon Seattle

Back at the office after my mini-vacation with Christian I begin to relax and enjoy work again. The office is awash of the affect the advertisements have had on sales. Apparently books are being pumped out by the dozen…the number of reservations for Jocelyn's book release has skyrocketed to 1200! Most are ordered from Fancy Folios new online site and will be shipped out this Friday…which is apparently coming to be known as the 'Turning Point' for some reason. I sigh as I receive the third phone call of the day from Ms. Fornell.

"Oh Ana…I don't know," she says warily. "Facebook is streaming on full tilt about this event! Are you aware that there are now approximately 3,000 Facebook statuses that mention me by name! I can't do this!" She squeals. I stand to my feet she needs to hear this.

"Jocelyn," I say sternly.

"Mrs. Grey," she squeaks.

"You wanted to be an author, correct?" I ask her looking at my inspirational photo that hangs over my desk. Which just happens to be a new collage of Christian moments?

"Yes…but" she squeaks again.

"Currently you are one of the most popular people in Seattle…as an author that is a blessing. Now I want you to find me your writing balls and steel yourself! Your about to be very famous—you cannot give up now!" I say harshly yet in a gentle way.

"Oh God…okay…I can do this!" She says. "Right?"

"You've wrote the book the hard part is over!" I exclaim to her.

"Yes I can do this!" then the phone cuts. My door opens as I place my phone back in its cradle glancing up.

"Kate?" I say surprised to see her. She smiles and closes my door turning back to me in her pink trench coat over work clothes she takes a seat and sighs. "What's wrong?" I ask quickly.

"Oh Ana," she says and suddenly she is bursting into tears. I descend upon her crying self and hug her to me as she moans. Fifteen minutes later she wipes her eyes and nose.

"Babe, what is wrong?" I say as I sit on top of my desk looking down at her.

"Ana, tell me what to do you've been through this…I haven't! I just don't know what to do…I mean I'm so scared and what am I supposed to tell Elliot! He won't be back from Portland for 2 more days and I can't stay alone…I just can't! Ethan's always at Mia's!" she blubbers looking at me.

"Well, first off if you're afraid to stay alone then you can stay with Christian and I we have more than enough room." I say. "And second I can't help you unless you tell me what's going on." I say softly.

"Oh right…I skipped that part" she says "It started on Friday after work…I went for one drink with this girl I know from work. I hailed a cab back to the apartment and half way there I started feeling all fuzzy. I made it inside and passed out cold…I don't remember anything after that until Sunday morning. I remember waking up and then vomiting all over my bed. I felt like I hadn't eaten in forever. Ana, there are bruises all over me! Where did they come from…I just don't remember!" she says and she falls to her knees balling. I sink with her and hold her while she cries.

"Have you moved anything at the apartment?" I ask.

"No nothing. I felt so bad yesterday that I just lay on the couch not moving…my bed is still a disgusting heap!" She exclaims. "Last night I crawled to your bed I was all jittery and it was so hard to get there. Yesterday is a fog but not as bad as Saturday…I get brief glimpses of memory…and it's disgusting."

"Kate you need to see a doctor…you were drugged!" I say to her she just looks at me and nods.

"I know Ana but I'm scared…I don't want to do it alone!" She says crying. I hug her close and ask if she brought her car.

"No I can't even keep a thought together long enough to drive, Ana!" She exclaims as I help her back into the chair. I hand her my unopened bottled water and she stares at it.

"Drink Kate" I say in my commanding voice.

"Jeez Ana you sound like Christian" she says and smiles. I shake my head and open the door where Hannah stands waiting.

"Hannah cancel my appointments for today and get me a line with Mr. Grey." I say to her and she nods. I turn back to Kate and I feel so sorry for her…how could something this awful happen to happy bubbly, Kate? I'm happy that she's drinking the water. Maybe I do resemble Christian now? Especially, so soon after my own fucked up life. Suddenly Hannah hands me her portable.

"Christian?" I say quickly.

"Yeah, baby, I'm here what's up?" He says I glance at Kate and step out of the office.

"Kate just showed up here, she said she was drugged and her memory of this weekend is vague. Christian there are bruises all over her…I'm driving her to the hospital…she said that she hasn't messed with stuff in her apartment. Should I call the police…what do I do exactly?" I say quickly.

"First get her to the hospital…then well go from there pending results." He answers and I breathe.

"Have Mia meet us at Seattle General…and you're mom—Kate and her are close." I say.

"Will do Baby, I'll get there as soon as I can. I love you drive safe!" He says and saying bye with love I give Hannah the phone back. I collect Kate and we head for my R8 then on to the hospital.

Christian and I lay in bed together…he is asleep and I can't. The events of today just kill me. Kate was drugged and raped by someone…the Unsub also beat her. The police are still trying to determine who did it and how they got in. Kate volunteered no motive for anyone wanting to hurt her. I sit up in bed and play with my iPad…my thoughts of Kate lying in bed with Elliot mere rooms away. This has hurt her so much…and her wedding is just weeks away. My mind is drawn to Kate's asking me to do her invitations. Her theme is Forever Roses. I pull up a blank sheet in my new Advertising Pro app. I border it with a thin line of shiny black pin striping. I add a silver silk ribbon up the left side entwining it. I paste my already prepared script into the box in Black shiny text. I add shiny pink embossed roses to the upper right corner then twist it as it descends down the side. I remove the ribbon and place a perfect bow at the top instead. I add silver border around the black. I change the white background to a very pale almost white pink…and it does wonders making me smile. I set the text to Lucida Calligraphy and my smile broadens. I yawn and look at the time…nearly 3am. I leave the iPad on the table and slide underneath with Christian. Breathing in his body wash as his arm wraps over me I fall into sleep.

I sit up finding myself alone in bed. I look over to see the clock read 7:30 am. I get up and wrapping my robe around me aware of other guests in the house. I step out into the great room and shiver. Why is it so cold? I glance around and my eyes fall on Christian who lays in the floor next to the breakfast bar unmoving. As I look past him I see Ms. Jones lay lifeless as well. I drop to my knees by Christian's side and feel his heartbeat. Thank God! But why is he laying here like this? I hear the wind whip harshly and notice the balcony door is wide open. I stand and realize there must have been some kind of gas in the air. Why wasn't I affected? Then I remember the closed door. Why would someone want to drug everyone? Then it hits me…in order to get in here unblocked. I bend and shake Christian…he doesn't move. I stand and pull a long butcher knife from the counter. I need to check on Kate. I quietly pad up to her room and listen closely to the door hearing soft snoring. I open the door and see them both lying in bed asleep. My body shakes as I scan the room. I pull the door closed behind me and move to Kate's side. I shake her and her hand falls over the edge she is unmoving. Fuck Ethan must be out too…why am I the only one unaffected? I leave the room and decide I need to find Taylor. I quickly pad towards Taylor's suite apartment. I crack the door and see him slumped just past his bed…he was reaching for something and I realize it's his phone. I pick it up and find Sawyer's number and click to dial. I wait for what seems like forever before he picks up.

"Sir," Sawyer says somehow awake suddenly.

"Luke its Ana, something has happened. Everyone here is passed out…it's like there was some sort of drug in the air. I think I was immune or something." I say it takes him a moment but soon he's in action.

"I'll be there ASAP to secure the area…stay hidden see and if you can make it to the panic room…if someone is still there and they know you're not affected they may hurt you." He says in full action mode.

"Okay," I say grasping onto the knife tighter as the line clicks off. I leave the phone and stoop in a low corner. I've already been through the house…who could it possibly be? Besides if anyone were here wouldn't I know by now? My thoughts flash to Christian lying unconscious on the floor. And I thought guards watched the entrances at night. Where are they? Will Luke send them? Suddenly, I hear noises outside the room. I move and lock the door to Taylor's suite. Just then the handle rattles.

"This wasn't locked before," a voice calls. I glance and run for Taylor's closet and close it just in time. The door to Taylor's suite is busted open. I shrink back and hold my breathe Voices murmur quietly then a loud voice bursts, "the wife is missing."

"Damn she must be in here…I'm telling you that door wasn't locked a few minutes ago!" A voice squawks and I recognize it as Fort…one of Taylor's men. That explains how they got in but it also means Sawyer is going to have trouble. I shrink back into the closet behind Taylor's clothes as I hear them search. The closet door opens and a tall figure looms blocking the light. He giggles low and pulls me out. I drop the knife…I don't want them using it on me. The tall man pulls me into his arms and I squirm.

"Hey, looks like we got one in 10,000 here! Immune to the gas." He laughs throatily. He holds me tight against him and I fight it to no avail. His hands slide over my body unrelenting.

"She sure is pretty," he says and bites my ear. I freeze and my breathing stops.

"Put her back where she belongs! We're not here to antagonize Mr. Grey we just want his money. If you mess with her he'll find us for sure." Fort says eyeing me warily. "Place her in the master bedroom and lock the door from the outside somehow."

I groan as the thug pulls me close to him and carries me back towards the room. Christian lays unmoving and I scream at him. Please wake up Please! I scream again and I see a faint movement that goes unnoticed by Mr. Thug. He throws me on the bed and I scoot away from him. He watches and then glancing back he shrugs. He moves towards me and I scramble off the bed away from him. I stand as far away as I can. I pick up Christian's belt and as he comes near me I swat at him hard. It catches his arm and he jerks it free of my hands throwing it.

He picks me up and his hands slip over my body. He throws me on the bed but this time I have no chance to get away as he is on top of me in a second. He starts pulling the night gown up. I try to push him off it is no use. I yell for Christian praying that he wakes up. My body shakes in fear as my nighty passes over my hips to his amusement. I try to twist away anything to avoid this. I scream again as he forces my legs apart. No. No. This will not happen…I will not let it happen. As he leans up to undo his pants, I push with all my strength and he falters off balance and falls. I dash and run for the study to the panic room. I almost make it and Hart grabs me. I kick and scream.

"Sorry Mrs. Grey but we need access to the safe and we can't have you access the panic room to alert the other security." He says and passes me off to an overly tall black man. He holds my arms but doesn't touch me. Tears still trickle from my cheeks. Suddenly, the thug is back. Hart turns to him and without saying a word shoots him in the head cold. I gasp then faint.

When I wake up I am tied to the bed in my room. I pull against the plastic cords and they tighten. Please don't let them hurt me. Oh God please. I lay there in silence unable to move. Do I scream and shout? What do I do? Will it do any good? Probably not I consider. I look up as the tall black man enters the room. He sits on the bed next to me and I lay there frightened.

"I have not, nor will I hurt you." He says to me. He brushes the hair from my face and I cringe…no one but Christian my mind says. "Oh, Mrs. Grey we're only here to settle a debt owed to us. Your friend Kate's parents borrowed money from us years before…and now they refuse to pay it back. So we must take it from the person whom will be hurt the most by this…Kate's future family." As he talks his gaze travels down my body and eyes widening as he enjoys what he sees.

"Are you the one's that hurt Kate?" I ask quietly fear in my voice.

"Mrs. Grey you shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answer to," He says seeing my apprehension. "Alas we are not but we know who did…we've been watching her for 2 weeks now."

"Why didn't you help her?" I ask softly.

"Because it is not our job to protect little white girls" He says in a matter of fact tone. He licks his lips and then looks into my eyes.

"Hmm Mrs. Grey you prove hard to resist…I may have to take a nibble" He says somberly. My eyes widen in fear and he sees it.

"Please don't, you will ruin me." I beg him as a tear slips down my cheek. His hand catches it and he licks it from his finger.

"So innocent and sweet," He croons and his lips dip down to my throat and begin to nibble. A sob escapes me and he looks up. "This doesn't hurt…I only promised not to hurt you."

I pull harder against the restraints as his kisses move closer to my lips. The plastic bindings slice into me and I cry out. His hand slides up from my abdomen to my breasts. I begin to scream and he ignores me.

"Christian. Christian." I scream as loud as I can and turn my head away from this awful man. His hand slides back down and I draw my legs up to my knees and he squeezes my butt. I squirm away as the tears flow free. I continue to scream and sobs turn my body into a wreck.

"You know this feels so good, relax, and save your energy he cannot hear you." He says staring down at me. As his lips fall on mine he is clocked in the side of the head hard. His head twists then he falls to the floor unconscious. I glance up at Christian his eyes are black and he moves to cut the binds.

"Christian there are others, their trying to get into your safe." I say and he nods putting his finger to lips. I nod and he releases my hands from the bars but leaves the ties on for the moment. He ushers me to the closet and pulls the door shut. He calls the police. I tap his shoulder and he glances at me…his eyes willing me quiet. "I called Sawyer," I mouth at him.

He nods and makes a call. He says only 2 words, "status report" then listens for what seems like 5 minutes. Then cuts the phone off and pulls me behind him. He reaches into the back of the closet and presses a button in the top right corner. It slides back and he pushes me through.

"Stay…the police and Sawyer are on their way I will come for you." He says and shuts the door and a small light clicks on. I am in a very small room: 3x4. There is a door in the wall to my left I pull it open and find emergency supplies. I sit on the bench affixed to the wall and pull my legs close. Suddenly, a red light clicks on and a message scrolls across the small screen on the wall and a female computer speaks.

"Mr. Grey, police have been notified. Please touch to confirm that you are in an emergency situation." And so I touch the screen.

"Welcome Mrs. Grey…please sit tight you are now in Safe Room One of Escala. Mr. Grey has left this message for you," Her voice cuts and suddenly Christian's voice fills the room. "Ana if we ever have to use this room…please know that I love you. Be strong for me Baby we will make it through this…see you soon my love." He says and the message ends I fall into tears. Oh my dear Christian!

"Mrs. Grey the Safe Room Rep would like to speak with you he is on in three two," and her voice cuts to be replaced by the deep voice of a man. "Mrs. Grey this is Welch speaking can you give me any information on the situation?" He says and I cough by a sob.

"Easy does it Mrs. Grey we'll get you through this," He says.

"I woke up and everyone was unconscious except for me. Taylor's extra operative Hart is behind this…it's got something to do with Elliot's girlfriend Kate…her parents owe someone money. There were four Unsubs at the start, then I was assaulted by one against Hart's orders I got away and tried to make it to the panic room but Hart grabbed me. Then he shot the one who assaulted me and I passed out." My voice cracks.

"You're doing good Mrs. Grey stay strong," He says

"When I woke up I was tied to the bed in Christian's room and was being watched by a tall Black man…he seemed foreign. He also assaulted me and I continuously screamed for Christian…he heard eventually waking up and knocked him in a head with a metal bar. He then put me in here. So as far as I know the only people conscious inside are Christian, and the other two Unsubs…Hart is armed so I would assume the other is too." I finish.

"Good thank you Mrs. Grey you have been a tremendous help…we will be in touch." He says and the computer is back.

"No following messages, Mrs. Grey, if threat level drops calls will be allowed. Your heart rate indicates panic…please stay calm. Would you like to replay message from Mr. Grey. If yes please touch the screen now." I do and his voice fills the room calming me but breaking me as well. Everything is eerily quiet and I long to hear something. I walk over to the door and press against it trying to listen…but I hear nothing. I pace in this small area but it makes the blood pump through my wrists more causing the blood to pool. I have to get these off before I lose circulation my right hand going numb. I open the emergency door and search for a knife or something sharp. I find nothing and curse. I sigh and keep my hands raised above my head hoping to lessen the damage. My right wrist begins throbbing again and is no longer numb. I welcome the small pain it gives me to distract myself.

It feels like hours pass and but I know it has only been a few minutes. I scream in frustration and stand. I cannot stand this not knowing how the others are…especially my Christian. I pick at the binding on my wrist and wince as it rubs against the cracked skin. I stand and go through the emergency box to see what there is. Food, bandages, sewing kit…I pull out the mini scissors and attempt to cut my hands free but it's no use.

What seems like hours later, the red square changes to green. What does that mean? I jump up and prepare to dive from the room but Welches voice fills the room.

"We have secured the area…the door will open thirty seconds after this message ends. You are to let the units waiting for you escort you to our safe zone. Understand?" He asks.

"Yes sir" I say and wait by the door. I count to thirty like 3 times when the doors open. I walk into the closet and out suddenly two tall, vested, and armed soldier like men surround me. One stands in front of me and the other behind I follow the one and we descend in the elevator. As we exit I see no one lights flash and alarms go off…they evacuated the building. I am escorted outside.

A barrage of photographers snap pictures of me. A hand pulls me toward them and I scream the two unit member draw their guns and pull me free. I stumble and shake my way following them. We descend into the garage and soon were in Bay 5. I spot Christian and run to him. His arms enclose around me and I finally let go crying into his chest. We murmur to each other all the stuff we wanted to say. He pulls me up and crushes me against him. He sets me down and then pulls me over to a doctor looking type. I sit in the chair and the doctor sets to work. He gently grabs my wrists and snaps the cord on the left. Relief and blood flow through it then the second one as the plastic pieces are shoved into an evidence bag. The doctor pours alcohol over my wrists and I wince in pain. After wrapping gauze around my wrists he looks at me. I look to Christian confused.

"Ana are you hurt anywhere else?" He asks concerned.

"Not that I know of…I passed out at one point." I say quietly. I slide my hands over my body and catch the doctor watching me. I stand quickly giving him a dirty look…he looks away quickly. I shake my head in disgust and Christians gaze goes dark. I wrap my arms around Christian finally able to give a real hug. We kiss and suddenly Christian is passing into my arms he falls to his knees and I go with him.

"Ana, Ana oh Baby!" He cries and pulls me to him tighter than ever. "I was trapped in that stupid nightmare forever and I heard you calling for me. I fought and fought and finally broke free. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you, Baby." He says into my hair.

"Christian, you did you saved me from that awful man." I say omitting my knowledge of thug boy.

"That one yes, but I know there was another because your screaming stopped for a while." He says "When you stopped screaming I thought I had lost you for good."

"Oh Christian I got away…barely but I made it! Hart killed the guy for assaulting me." I whisper. Christian looks at me wary.

"The thug man is dead…for trying to rape you?" He says and I nod. A deep gray expression covers his face. He smiles. "I know it's wrong but I'm glad" He says and pulls me to him again.

"God Christian I am so glad you're alive and healthy. How do you feel?" I ask this around our deep hugs.

"Now that I know your fine…I feel amazing!" Christian says then our lips meet and the world falls away. It's pulled back quickly though when I watch as Hart and a stocky white man are pulled away by the unit members.

"Christian where ever there headquarters is it has to be near Kate's apartment. The one you knocked out he said they knew who attacked Kate. Hopefully it shows who it was…What has Welch found out?" I ask him and he just shakes his head.

"All business Mrs. Grey," He says and laughs. "Well I haven't been debriefed yet…I refused to until I could put my arms around you." He says to me kissing my forehead.

"How are the others have they woken up yet?" I ask him warily.

"All except for Ms. Jones—she has asthma so the gas was no good on her lungs." He says.

"That's not good at all," I say to him my heart pulling for Ms. Jones and her silent caring ways.

"Kate asked for you…she said she had something to say." Christian says to me and I nod.

"Where are they?" I ask him as we begin walking hand in hand. "Bay four we're here because apparently Welch finds us high priority. He still hasn't cleared the building."

"How did they get the gas in?" I ask Christian and he glances down at me.

"Ventilation it would seem…but Welch is still looking because he can't figure out how it only affected the Penthouse." Christian muses looking into the distance. We walk toward a group of the units and I find myself shaking hands with the infamous Welch. He looks kind and rugged almost like Sean Connery. Soon he is debriefing the situation to Christian and I listen half-heartedly my thoughts on Kate. From what I gather…Hart told the entrance guard that Taylor had called them away to do something. Then his gang of Unsubs began pumping the sleeping gas into the apartment. It did not affect the other tenants because the Penthouse has its own ventilation shaft. They waited for the gas to take affect…then wearing a gas mask Hart entered the Penthouse and opened the balcony doors and also checked on sleeping people. He left with something from Christian's study that is when I woke up and wondered around. After they came back in they searched Taylor's room for something or other. I get lost when Welch starts describing how they planned to go about getting into the safe. Which funnily enough didn't work?! After I was put into the safe room…the units came up and attacked the Unsubs that were left from before. Apparently Welches men made Christian leave, then they carried out the sleeping occupant, Taylor walked out in a pissed mood, and then proceeded to bag, tag, and find evidence. It makes me wonder why I had to wait for them to do this. They interrogated the conscious thugs…which included my second assailant. Apparently the party was 'reluctant to give information and were henceforth persuaded' in the words of Welch. At which point they found that Dane Kavanagh, Kate's grandfather not her father had borrowed money from a foreign country in the year 1937…in the midst of the great depression. He now owes them a little over one million dollars and unable to get in touch took matters into their own hands. What they failed to realize is that Mr. Kavanagh passed away in 2004, leaving the owed money to the country in his will.

I have no clue what they intend to do to the intruders. All that I know is that Kate's father was contacted and she was whisked away almost immediately. So I still haven't got to talk to her—they found pictures of a man who followed Kate in the intruder's headquarters.

"Do you have the pictures? I'd like to see them…maybe I'll recognize the face?" I say to Welch as he says this to Christian. Welch looks to Christian who nods and Welch summons the pictures up on some large touch screen table. He flicks through until he finds the face shot…and I gasp. No there is no way…it cannot possibly be him…there must be a mistake.

"Are you sure this is the one?" I ask Welch.

"Positive ma'am he was identified as the rapist by all three." Suddenly I fall against Christian and he smooth's my hair.

"It's okay Baby…we'll figure this out." Christian says and I know that inside he is probably brooding because Jose was so close to me all this time. Did he snap? I just cannot fathom why my longtime friend Jose Rodriguez would do this to Kate. I just stand numbly there while Christian talks with Welch. It seems like forever later but finally the building is cleared and we're given the green light. Christian escorts me to Bay Four where Taylor fusses over Ms. Jones who has just woken up. He also makes calls every few minutes looking wary. Elliot is gone…we head back upstairs to the house. I am amaze to find it immaculate as ever…as if someone cleaned up everything. Christian retreats to his study with Taylor and Ms. Jones takes the day off because the gas has had a negative effect on her.

I busy myself in the kitchen to distract myself and decide to make a soup for Ms. Jones. As everything begins to cook and the aroma fills the great room...I grab my phone to find 13 missed calls. Nine are from Ray, two from Kate, and two from Jose I ignore the calls from Jose and call Ray. I reassure him that I am fine and he screams at me for about 15 minutes. The tells me to turn on Channel 13 Seattle New On Demand. I cut the soup on medium and reluctantly trudge to Theatre Room under demand of Dad. I flick quickly to the channel and I suddenly realize why he is so worried. They are replaying a video of me leaving the building. I look awful, teary eyed, hollow, and sad. It shows an arm grab me on screen and I watch myself scream on the television. The camera's follow the movement and I realize who grabbed me…it was Jose. What the hell?

"Ana," Suddenly Taylor, Sawyer, and Christian are standing in the theatre room looking flustered. I whip around to them and Christian is still looking around for the danger. "What's wrong?"

"It was just the television," I say to them and they all give me weird looks. I rewind to me walking out of the building; the subscript reads…'Who's After Mrs. Grey?' I hit play and they all watch with narrowed eyes as I scream on live television when Jose grabs me. Suddenly I remember I was on the phone, "Yes, Dad, I saw it." I say.

"Do you understand why I was so scared…do not tell me I am over reacting!" He says

"I'm not…Dad do you recognize who grabbed me?" I say. As I'm talking Christian takes the remote hits mute and replays the scene.

"At first I thought it was Jose…but that has got to be impossible." He says but his voice falters. "Anna I haven't seen him in a few weeks but he's changing. When we used to go fishing he would talk about you all the time…gripe because you'd never date him and then when you meet Christian…" Dad's thoughts trail off at this.

"What Dad? When I meet Christian? What?" I say closing my eyes. He doesn't reply for a bit.

"Let me speak to that husband of yours," he says and I roll my eyes and hand the phone to Christian. They talk and Christian's eyes go wide and he looks at me.

"I see…no…yes sir that I can promise you without a shadow of doubt. Well keep you informed I give you my word." He says and hands me the BlackBerry suddenly he is talking animatedly with Taylor and Sawyer. I tell my dad good bye and glance at the Television where it is paused on my frightened face. A reporter stands outside our building and talks vehemently. I sigh and call Kate.

"Hey Ana," she sounds very down so un-Kate like. "How are you?"

"I'm great…I'm more worried about you!" I confess and then we get into a discussion about it.

"Look Ana while I was out of it this morning I remembered who raped me," She says and with this her voice grows full of acid. We discuss what I know, what she knows, and the news then she says she needs to talk to Christian.

"Why can't you tell me?" I ask her vehemently.

"Because I have something else to tell you and what I want to tell Christian has something to do with Elliot…okay? I'm not trying to push you out or anything I just really need to talk to him…please understand!" She says rushed.

"Christian, Kate would like a word!" I say through my teeth. People seriously need to stop hiding stuff from me. Christian takes the phone and I hear Kate's voice but don't make out what she is saying. He says yes to a bunch of things and as she talks his eyes grow darker. Soon he hands the phone back to me and he is quickly on his phone.

"So?" I say to Kate and she spills.

"Ana, Jose has gone postal. Like super-duper crazy. When he attacked me all he would talk about was you…he said he did what he did to get to me? Ana I remember it all he said some horrid stuff…I finally got Elliot to crack about why he had to come see Christian that night. Christian promised me he would tell you…when you hear what he has to say don't be mad at him. They all thought it was by Stephen…but now we know it's not. You'll understand just how crazy Jose has gone then." She says and every time she says the word Jose she gets angrier and angrier. "Ana I hate him…I was scared…now I'm just pissed if that little Mexican thinks he'll get away with this he's got it wrong. Daddy has got his teams out searching and if you mix that with Christian's security they'll find him. I want to kick his ass so bad…" I hear her talking to someone.

"I've got to go Ana…give Christian a bit he's pissed he'll tell you soon." She says and hangs up at my, "Okay bye" I give Christian a peck on the cheek…I know he's worried for me. I head back to the kitchen and stir the soup which smells delicious. I mix up a batch of bread and make some buttery bread sticks.

Half an Hour later the boys come out of the Theatre and head back into the study. I tell them lunch is in ten minutes and that we are all eating. Christian just smiles and shakes his head. I set the big kitchen table we never get to use for five people and go to find Ms. Jones. She sets reading a cook book and I can't help but laugh. She looks up and I tell her about lunch…she nods that she'll be there. As I set the basket of breadsticks on the table next to the soup everyone shows up. I smile and we all take a seat. As we all eat we discuss new security, my security, my cooking, Ms. Jones cooking, and Sawyer who goes shy when we ask about his wife.

"Please let me help clean up," Ms. Jones says pleadingly.

"No, you've taken the day off for your health." I give her a stern look and smile. "Besides I need something to distract me." She acquiesces and returns to her suite. I clean quickly and am done by 3pm.

I call work and get a few things done such as calling Ms. Fornell back after her 7 missed calls, edit 2 manuscripts and send them to Roach, and give 12 phone meetings with various people as instructed by Hannah. As 6pm rolls around I tell her to go home and meet me at my house tomorrow at 10 bringing all the necessary papers. I finish Kate's beautiful wedding invitations and send it to her along with suggested envelopes.

She calls gushing and tells me the invitations will be hand delivered with small bouquets of white and pink roses tied with a silver silk ribbon. I think it sounds lovely and I am so glad that we have something to distract us. After we hang up it is 7:30 and I decide to order some pizza. I call the well-known Italian place down the street and have a spinach pizza along with a salad delivered. It arrives at eight and I set the breakfast bar and go in search of Christian.

He sets in his study talking madly on the phone and soon hangs up at the prospects of dinner. We eat quickly and soon he pulls me into the bedroom. We make hard rough love that is full of feeling from today's anguish. Then it's replaced by a slow gradual melody and a fast pacing concerto of an orgasm to leave us sated on the bed. We shower with each other and Christian murmurs he has to make 3 more calls before bed. I nod and clean up the leftover pizza and dishes. I lay in bed reading on my iPad as I wait for Christian to return. Soon we lie sleeping together and fall into our own dream world that is more usually than not entwined one with the other.

On Wednesday morning I wake and dress for work…even though I won't be leaving the house. Christian relaxes when I tell him of my plans for the day as I set down for breakfast.

"Mrs. Grey you have saved me much worry today by doing this. I'll be leaving for work at nine so feel free to use my study when you have your meetings." He says kissing me.

"Thank you…now Kate has something you need to tell me…so you can spend your free time today preparing because I have given you a whole day…and I need to know. I don't like it when you keep things from me." I say he makes to say something and I rush on. "I know you do it to protect me…but when it comes to Jose I want to know." I say and he nods finishing his macchiato. We say our goodbyes at nine and I set Hannah a workspace up on the kitchen table. Then set up my own things in Christian's study…which is three times the size of my office at GP.

"Welcome Hannah to my home," I say as she enters from the foyer and gazes in awe around the house. I show her to the space I have prepared on the crystal dining table and show her where to find both the study and restroom. I give her freedom to the fridge and begin my work in the study. I have meetings all morning and at 12:20 decide it's time for lunch since I don't have another meeting until 2. I go on a search for Hannah and show her the theatre and library then give her leave or stay depending on which she chooses. I eat a slice of left over pizza for lunch and note that it tastes even better cold. I'm tempted to drink wine but decide against it since technically I am working.

At 3 Hannah, Jocelyn Fornell, and I sit at the dining table to discuss what parts of the book should be read on Friday. We discuss the crowd size and what kind of questions they might ask her. Then she floors me with, "What should I wear? I don't really have anything fancy. You know I'm from a low-income class and I am still reeling from the publishing process I heard it takes years…and now look at me."

"The clothes I can fix easily! We need to get some head shots done for Friday as well…"I trail off.

"Ana, why don't we do it here you have a lovely library…it would look great with her head shots." Hannah says. I glance up at her then to Jocelyn in her Old Navy attire. I mean she looks great…but not marketable… Hmmm…

"Call Roach and ask him if he can hire a photographer for tomorrow." I tell Hannah.

"Would you let me pick up the tab for 3 outfits from Saks for tomorrow and Friday?" I ask her and her mouth drops open while she slowly nods. I call Caroline Acton with Jocelyn sizes and she says she'll be by tomorrow with a collection for Jocelyn to choose from.

"The photographer will be her at 11 in the morning." Hannah says typing onto her company laptop.

"Caroline be here at 10:15," I say and cut her off. I give Hannah and Jocelyn instructions for tomorrow and then end the day at 5:15. As we say our goodbyes Christian enters from the foyer.

"Good Day, Mr. Grey." Hannah says nodding her goodbye. Jocelyn just stare then mumbles "bye" As they descend the elevator I giggle hysterically as Christian smiles at me with a what was that all about look.

"She's really shy—I am surprised she said anything." I say and he pulls me into a kiss and hug. We discuss the day and he finds it amusing that were doing the photo shoot here tomorrow.

At 10 am the next morning Sawyer shows Caroline Acton and her cart of clothes into the great room. Caroline and Hannah shake hands and we wait for Jocelyn to show up. When she does she goes gaga over the clothes and I let her choose what she wants. I pay Caroline and she leaves…I do Jocelyn's hair and the photographer arrives.

As he sets up I suddenly feel the need for a drink. I indulge myself in a glass of white wine pleased with how events are going and still horrified by Christian's story last night. When the pictures are all taken I choose a life size shot for display at Fancy Folios and have the headshots printed for autographs. After that the day drags and Hannah leaves at 4 after we share a late lunch of salad together.

"Mrs. Grey," Sawyer startles me as he hands me a small bouquet and Kate's wedding invitation. I thank Sawyer and he leaves as I find a small vase in the kitchen. I pull the silver ribbon and place the flowers on the breakfast bar, tying the silver ribbon around the vase so it won't be lost. Oh the things you can do with 8inches of ribbon. I take my stuff from Christian's study and get sidetracked as I see that Hannah has left something on the dining table. I set my stuff down and go to collect whatever it might be. I pick up the small white paper that must have slid under her laptop.

Don't forget about me today, you should have asked the boss if I could do the photos. She would probably like me a lot. Then you could fight over me. Well, I'm putting this here to surprise you with my love. Work Hard Darling Hannah!

-Jose xoxo

My stomach drops from my chest. What the hell! Jose is dating Hannah to get to me! Fuck! She has all my plans and appointments stored on her laptop! What if he knows my every move for the next month?

"Mrs. Grey, your p.a. is here to see you; would you like me to show her in?" Sawyer asks and I nod to him. I walk towards the foyer and Hannah stands smiling and blushing.

"Oh Ana, you've found what I came back for. When I got to the car without it I panicked…it means a lot to me." She flushes.

"You're dating, Jose Rodriguez, the well-known photographer?" I ask as she takes the note from me.

"Yes…you know him?" She asks and I take a deep breath.

"I used to be friends with Jose in college…how long have you been dating?" I ask her.

"Oh I don't know about six-weeks I meet him in Portland at an art event…where I had a few of my poems on show." She says smiling.

"Hannah…I don't know how to tell you this but, I believe Jose is using you to get to me." I tell her quietly.

"What…are you serious? Wow you really think the world revolves around you, Mrs. Grey!" She says suddenly we lose the friendly tone to our conversation.

"Hannah he has been stalking me…he has done some awful things lately." I tell her and she gets cross.

"Look Mrs. Grey you can't tell me who and who not to date…it's not in the job description. I can't believe the length that you would go to in order to impede a personal relationship. I know Jose he is not who you say he is." She says and with each sentence her voice gets louder and she steps closer to me. "Just because your fucking the boss doesn't give you the power to tell me what to do!" and at this she shoves me and my head collides roughly with the marble floor as I fall backwards. Everything swims in front of me. What the hell? I was just trying to help her.

"Mrs. Grey," Sawyer runs over helping me to my feet and Hannah stands there sneering at me.

"You hoity toity gold-fucking-digger!" She says walking away.

"You're fired…I want the company laptop and documents now—or I will send someone after them!" I tell her in my manager voice.

"You can't fire me bitch, I quit!" She sneers then enters the elevator as it dings to a close I slump against Sawyer. He helps me into a chair and I tell him to bring me ice for my head. I sit there contemplating the vastness that Hannah's relationship with Jose has had on me. Jose more than likely knows all of my plans for the next month. I am so mad at her right now…no wonder she is still an assistant she has a terrible temper.

"Sawyer," I say and take a breath my head is killing me there is a large bump forming. "Get someone to follow her she cannot take the company things home. She is dating Rodriguez…he'll have greater access to me through the laptop." I say. Sawyer nods and is on his phone in a moment. Just then Christian and Taylor walk in talking animatedly about something or other. Christian and I lock eyes in the same moment and suddenly he is by my side.

"Ana what's happened?" He asks on one knee beside me. I start to tell him but Sawyer interrupts me.

"Ma'am she's gone," He says to me.

"Shit," I say standing.

"Baby, tell me what the fuck is going on!" Christian demands his eyes growing dark. So, I jump into a detailed review from finding the note to 'bitch, I quit!'

"Christian, that laptop has all of my plans on it…Rodriguez may have already gotten to everything…but I can't take the chance if he hasn't," I say to him and he calls Barney. I take some Advil for the bump on my head. I find myself very thankful that the fast-acting capsules react 10 minutes after taking them.

"Ana, come it's time for dinner," Christian says pulling me with him from the library where I've been wasting time by helping the Addy Bay in New York via Skype. I don't feel all that hungry…but Mr. Grey is not to be argued with. We sit at the breakfast bar eating delicious Ms. Jones pot pie and I drink a rare Coke.

"Where are the flowers from?" Christian asks referring to the invitation.

"Oh Kate and Elliot's invitation," Which reminds me I still haven't opened it?! I fetch it from the dining table and after sitting back down pull the invitation from the envelope. My lap is showered in silver and black sparkles and as I flip the invitation to read it…the cardstock looks amazing.

"Great job Mrs. Grey!" Christian says kissing me and I laugh because it really does look amazing. I love it when Christian compliments me it always makes my day. We discuss the security for the event at Fancy Folios tomorrow and he agrees I can go. In the end I'll have 3 security guards. One watching the front, one keeping watch inside, and another with me at all times which I insisted be Sawyer.

After dinner we head for the bedroom-which leads to other things-which leads to an amazing evening of kinky fuckery.

I stand inside Fancy Folios at the signing table with Jocelyn. She is gushing with happiness…her fears were completely forgotten. She did an amazing job with the speech and book reading. I meet the people of Fancy Folios earlier and they thanked me profusely for my mad marketing skills. So, far we haven't had any complications security wise…well that I know of. There is a huge crowd still and the signing is scheduled to be over within the next ten minutes. My Ad hangs all over the store and I have discussed plans for another with the managers at Fancy Folios. Jocelyn's book is number 27 on the Seattle Times Best Seller list and will hit stores nationwide next week no longer under the restriction of just being sold at Fancy Folios. I truly am amazed at the response to the Ad I had no idea a little bit could make a lot. As the end of the line comes up Jocelyn smiles with relief.

The last person in line bends low over the table and I glance down at him taking a closer look. Jocelyn is all smiles and is nodding she begins to write and I look closer at the person. Suddenly he stands and smiles at me, I take in Jose he has a beard and is wearing sunglasses. I step back behind Sawyer, who looks down at me and I nod toward Jose. Who has disappeared into the crowd? Sawyer just catches a glimpse and his phone is out. I glance down at the picture Jocelyn is signing to 'Ana with love'. I immediately pick up the book she is supposed to autograph and flip the cover open.

'To Anastasia Steele, you are still my one and only. How is Kate? Call me sometime and I'll let her go free…until next time, Jose." The book is filled every few pages with pictures of first Kate unconscious, then myself but I'm at the house in Christian's bed-how did he get these? The last picture is of a girl I do not recognize she is wide awake tied to a bed, tears streak her face. On the page in Jose's writing it reads, 'Simply call and I'll send her with my message.'

The Audi 4x4 has pulled up outside and I am whisked into it without another word. I study the picture of myself and suddenly it dawns on me…this is from the other day when the sleeping gas knocked every one out. I flip it over to find a web address and I itch to find out what it is. I flip over Kate and mystery girl's pictures and find nothing on them.

The main question on my mind now is the mystery girl. Who is she and what message could Jose possibly have. My phone is ringing and I answer it knowing who is calling by the ringtone.

"Your ,okay?" Christian asks quickly.

"Yes, I'm fine Jose left us a scrapbook of horrid things though." I say.

"Hmm tell Sawyer to bring you to my office…I'll see you in a few."

"Love you," I say

"Love you Laters, Baby" he calls and the conversation is over. I relay Christian's message to Sawyer and our direction changes course. I haven't been to Christian's office since the interview so this will be fun. We pull up and Sawyer opens my door escorting me inside. The front desk secretaries stand at my presence,

"Welcome, Mrs. Grey," They say in unison and I can't help but smile. At least this time I'm dressed the part to fit in here. We enter the elevator and go straight to the top of the fifty story building. As we exit the elevator Andrea is waiting and takes my jacket.

"Mrs. Grey, sir is in a meeting but will be finished very soon then you can see him. Would you like anything?" she asks and I shake my head no. I sit and pull my iPad from my case on the floor. I type in the link from the picture and a black page with one button saying 'enter' outlined in blue. I click on it and the light breaks from the button and fills the screen. Quickly a list of artists names pop up. I click on J. Rodriguez the featured artists and the screen spins and pictures scatter across the screen. I nearly drop the iPad because they're all pictures of me on that day unconscious. Close ups of my face and hair. Pictures of myself completely naked unconscious, it almost appears as if I am sleeping. In one picture my face is contorted in fear and pain. Then there are up close pictures of me bound to the bed. How fucking long was I unconscious? There's no way he could have done this in the time that I passed out is there? Did he drug me? I hope he didn't do anything else except take pictures. I grow sick of looking at them and then I see one that stops me from flinging the iPad across the room. There is a picture of my old bedroom at the house. Somehow I know this means there is something hidden there…but what. How the fuck can he sale these?

I look up as Andrea says I can enter…I see Ros enter the elevator iPad in hand she is clicking away. I grab my bag and enter his office.

"Well, Mrs. Grey I see you're not completely clumsy," Christian smiles at me from his desk. I giggle because I love that he alludes to that moment and I spot the Blahnik L23 on his desk. Memories of happier times bring tears to my eyes…how could a friend someone I trusted do these horrible things to me?

"Baby, I know," Christian says and he hugs me tightly taking the book from my hands. He flips through it and peruses all of the pictures.

"You know the girl?" I ask and he nods solemnly.

"It's Sawyer's wife," He says looking at me.

"Christian I have to call him…he said he would let her go when I did." I say and he nods. I hand Christian my iPad refusing to look at the pictures on it anymore. Christian gives me a confused look before unlocking the screen and his face grows dark and masked the more he goes.

"Christian how can that gallery sale those…I don't even look semi-conscious isn't that a fucking crime? What if they've sold some and some crazy fucker stares at me all the time." I flush and my tears quicken down my cheeks. He pulls me tight against himself and makes several calls. I hold tight to him my mind running amok with all the possibilities.

"I don't give a fuck what you think. That's my wife and those pictures were taken against her will…if you don't remove them from your site immediately I will sue your ass." He pauses. "Fine, I will remove them myself and you will find your ass in court you hear me. If you've even sold one your ass is fucked." Christian says and hangs up. Soon he is talking to Barney and I just stand there glad to be near him.

The time has come for me to call Jose and I am scared witless. I dial his number and he picks up on the second ring.

"Ah, mi carina, how are you?" He says.

"No good thanks to you," I murmur.

"Ah too bad…I'm glad you called Mrs. Sawyer here is starting to feel quite sick of waiting." He says.

"Jose what happened to you…why are you doing this?" I beg him my voice cracking.

"Because mi amore I wanted you…I waited patiently and yet you still found that fucker Grey." He says vehemently anger in his words. "Don't make me angry Ana or Mrs. Sawyer will have a hard time getting away unhurt. Now, did you see my photos what did you think of them…because I had quite a lovely time taking them Baby." He says waiting for my reply.

"They disgust me Jose. How could you do that to me?" I say quietly.

"Because, mi amiga, I love you and want to share your beauty with the world." He says softly.

"Jose if you loved me you wouldn't do that," I say quickly.

"Ahhh Ana. You are so afraid of the world if only you had let me put it at your feet." He says. "Now, enough with the senseless drivel, you will find Sawyer's wife at Kate's. Do send her my condolences." He says.

"Jose wait," I say quickly.

"Yes, Ms. Steele?" He says in a husky voice.

"Please tell me something…why do you love me?" I ask perplexed.

"Because, Ana, I love your body…simple as that-I always have. I've wanted to fuck you for so long now…but it looks like I'll have to do it by force. I will Ana and soon you can be sure of that!" with that the line goes dead and I vomit into the trashcan by Christians desk. Oh my God…his sole purpose for all of this is to rape me. Why didn't he do it before? Christian holds me now and I cry into his chest. God why do men want me? Just for my body they want me! I'm not even that beautiful…I'm average nothing special. I just want to be left alone to live a happy life with my true love…why must I be fraught with stalkers? It makes me want to lock myself away and never go anywhere.

"Christian I am tired of playing cat and mouse…we've got to find him and then you can beat him to a million shades of purple for all I care." I say looking up at him. Christian smiles and the hunt really begins.

The weekend flies by as we review clue after clue trying to find Jose. Kate's security detail and investigators work hard with Welch, Taylor's team, and Detective Hardy's team. They all believe Jose is still in Seattle but after spending the last two days combing the city with a fine tooth…I'm starting to have my doubts. Perhaps he is in Portland or Vancouver. As I consider this I suddenly remember that Jose and his father like to fish in Astoria. Could they be there? I call up Mr. Rodriguez prepared to ask him if he's seen Jose lately if he answers…but no one answers and I'm left with the conclusion that maybe he is in Astoria. I call up Dad and ask if he knows where Mr. R is and he says no but gives me the information on where I'll find him if he is in Astoria.