A/N: This story is something that came to me when I couldn't sleep one night. It is a bit of fantasy and I guess, wishful thinking on my part. When you read, you will understand especially if you are a Henry Cavil-like fan. Let me know if you like this, and if I should keep writing when I have the time or delete it! Thanks for reading and being so supportive. Now, happy reading and don't forget to be naughty!

Stronger Than Steele

Prologue:

Ana stretched and gave a little moan as she woke up. She turned to her side to find her bed partner. He slept so peacefully. His dark hair fell upon his forehead giving him the appearance of a young boy. He breathed in and out with steadiness. He was completely relaxed and comfortable. She smiled as she considered him. He was gorgeous. Not just handsome, but Hollywood handsome. Of course ,he is Hollywood handsome, you fool. He is Hollywood, the hottest ticket in town. Ana quietly and slowly slid out of bed so not to wake him and padded into his bathroom. She quickly took care of business and then washed her face and tied her mahogany tresses into a high ponytail. She went back into his bedroom and slid on his discarded white tuxedo shirt on. It still smelled of him and London by Dunhill cologne, his signature scent that he endorsed. She turned back to gaze upon him, her lover, the second man she ever had sex with…Henry Castel. She sighed happily. Life was good to Ana Steele.

Ana found her way to his living room and stood by the window to stare at the London skyline. Hank, as his family and friends called Henry, lived in Mayfair Towers, an exclusive condominium complex that provided security and privacy for its residents. Since he was in love with everything pertaining to Egypt, his apartment décor was museum quality duplicates of famous pieces of Egyptian artifacts. She loved being in London. It was far away from Seattle and her old life there.

It was at a movie premier that she met Hank. As soon as they touched to shake hands, they both felt sexual energy covering them and molding them together. Ana knew he was dating someone so she kept her distance, but he pursued her. Hank was smitten with the pretty little American and he would not rest until he could make her his.

She didn't realize it but Ana played with her diamond ring as she stared out the window. She had to smile when she glanced down at the beautiful stone that glimmered in the sunlight. Hank had proposed to her last night and she said yes. She knew she would have to return to Seattle and explain to her Dad why she ran away to London six months ago. She picked up her pride, packed her clothes and booked an airline ticket when offered her dream job as Executive Editor at Bloomfield Publishing.

She moaned in delight when she felt his strong arms encircle her waist and pull her close to his rock solid body and his very impressive hard erection.

"Are you happy, Ana?" He whispered into her ear. He gently nipped at her earlobe sending sexual energy to that apex of her thighs. She knew she was slippery wet for him. He could take her right now and she would let him.

"Yes, Hank, I am extremely happy." Ana bit her lip as his hands cupped her breasts and gently squeezed them.

"You seemed lost in your thoughts. Seattle?"

She sighed. "I will have to go back and settle things with my family and friends, especially my Dad. I know I hurt him when I ran off with no warning to take a job in another country."

"I can go with you." He offered. "I don't start on Man of Steel II for another three weeks, besides we will be filming in Vancouver…that's not too far from Washington state."

"I thought you were going to L.A."

"For awhile for the special effects, then to Vancouver and god knows where too for remotes." He hugged her closer. "I hope you will be able to accompany me."

She smiled. This man wanted her for herself, not to control her, dominate her, or beat on her. Hank was so very different from HIM. She could not even say HIS name. She used a Harry Potter like term when speaking or thinking about HIM, He that cannot be spoken aloud. "I will see what I can do about work, but I can't make any promises Hank. I haven't been at Bloomfield Publishing for very long."

"Well, I'm not worried. I know the owner personally, I think I can persuade Richard Bloomfield to let you work on remote…he owes me a few favors."

"Please don't interfere with my career, Hank. I experienced that with HIM and I won't go through that again." Her voice was stern. She would suffer through absences because of her lover's occupation, but she would not accept him interfering with her profession.

"Have you spoken to HIM?"

"No." Her voice was full of anger. "And, I don't want to." She turned in his arms to face him. Hank was so beautiful to gaze upon with his classical Cary Grant like looks. He was young but debonair. His blue eyes drank her in and showed his passion and love for her. He was so open with his feelings that at times, Ana was taken aback. "He that cannot be spoken aloud" never showed his emotions except for anger. HE was never tender with Ana except for their first night together when she gave him her virginity. "HE is not a concern in my life anymore. You, my darling, are everything."

Hank took her face into his large hands and raised her lips to meet his. "You are my precious." He declared. "I love you, Ana."

Chapter 1

"He that could not be spoken aloud" was known to the rest of the world as the multibillionaire Christian Grey, a tall, ginger haired Adonis that could make any woman melt into her knickers. Christian didn't think much of his looks calling them "just another pretty face". He wasn't above of using those looks and his cool charm to get what he wanted out of life, whether it was his business or personal life. Usually this strategy worked for the sexy CEO of Grey Holdings Enterprises except when dealing with one woman, Anastasia Rose Steele. He had her in his grip for short time but somehow he lost her. He lost the only woman that actually touched him, loved him, and wanted him for himself even with his dark secrets. She didn't care for the money, his power, or the prestige of being seen on his arm. She loved him and he ruined it all. He beat her with a belt in the Red Room of Pain then pushed her away when she confessed that she loved him. He let her go and the moment that she left his penthouse he knew he made the biggest mistake of his life.

Christian stood at the floor to ceiling window of his office staring out of the city of Seattle. Here he was the Master of the Universe but it was lonely and cold at the top. Ana left Seattle six months ago when she received a job offer from Bloomfield Publishing of London, England. He tried to get Richard Bloomfield to rescind the offer, but the forward thinking CEO of Bloomfield Publishing was adamant to have Ana on his staff. She never knew that he was at the airport when she left Seattle for London. He watched her from the Security Hub as she stood in line to board. He watched with a pained look on his face as she walked away from Seattle, from the State of Washington, her homeland of the United States, and him. He left SEA-TAC with a heavy heart and tears in his eyes. Ana was gone. His heart was gone. He went home to his penthouse in the sky and got drunk. Christian turned when he heard his office door open to see his right-hand man, Jason Taylor standing before the desk.

"I got a report on Miss Steele." He said lowly. Christian knew that the head of his security team did not approve of this invasive intrusion into Ana's privacy. "She is seeing a British actor by the name of Henry Castel. It seems that they met at a premiere in London and he was smitten immediately. He had to pursue her or so my sources tell me, however they are now in a relationship…actually they are engaged. According to my sources, Castel proposed this weekend and she said yes."

"Fuck." Christian sat his desk. "I suppose he is good looking."

"Very." Taylor confirmed. "He has worked on the small and large screen, action movies and a series on cable called The Tudors where he portrayed Charles Brandon the friend of King Henry the VIII. He has starred in action flicks and recently in The Man of Steel as Superman. According to his publicist Castell will be returning to the states to start work on The Man of Steel II."

"So, she will be alone in London?" Christian's mind began spinning with different ideas to win his lady love back.

"Actually, Ana has been given freedom from Richard Bloomfield to work on remote as a favor to Castell. Ana is coming back to the States with her fiancé."

"Fiancé, fuck that! I will get rid of him fast enough." Christian was more than confident that he could take back what he had lost due to his own stupidity.

"Miss Steele is scheduled to visit her father in two weeks."

Christian began to smile. "I have to know, Jason, how do you find all this information?"

"I could tell you Mr. Grey, but then I would have to kill you. It's best that you know nothing on how I generate my information…it gives you plausible deniability."

Christian only grinned and nodded approval. "Anything else?"

"Yes, Elena Lincoln wants to meet with you. She calls several times a day demanding a face-to-face meeting about the salons. How would you like me to handle this?"

"Tell the old hag to fuck off. I have liquidated my shares in her salons. I don't want a thing to do with her nor do I want to speak to her." He hated how that woman came around badmouthing Ana after they broke up and trying to rekindle their now dead sexual relationship. She could not accept the fact that Christian no longer found her desirable. She actually sickened him when he thought about their time together in her playroom. She begged him to come back to her as her submissive and when he said no she fell to her knees and offered herself as his sub. Seeing her on her knees made his skin crawl. Compared to his beautiful Ana, Elena was a used up old prune. Everything about her from her bleach blonde hair to her fake boobs to her Botox injections and to her insistence that she dress like a twenty-year old made his stomach wretch. When she tried to touch him, he wanted to puke. "Have my lawyers get a restraining order against her. Maybe that will help her to understand that I am done with her."

"Do you still want surveillance on Miss Steele?"

"Yes, Taylor, surveillance and protection. She is my pearl. She has to stay safe." Christian picked up the paperwork that he had been ignoring. "Keep it stealth, Taylor. She is not to know that she is being followed."

"Affirmative." Taylor replied. "Is there anything else, Sir?"

"No, and thank you Taylor."