Chapter Twenty-Six: I protect what's mine.

The ridiculous elevator music was making me angrier than I already was. As it hit the tenth floor, I exhaled loudly getting Scott's attention. Scott was a member of my security at Grey Entertainment, I'd called him to accompany me as I didn't trust myself enough not to slaughter Blake. Also, he was trying to figure out what had occurred at the penthouse as I couldn't trust anyone else. He was my only hope of ever finding out who had betrayed me. This had been an inside job and I needed to know who had broken my trust and had chosen to go behind my back. My hands clench tight as the door opens and we step out prepared to end this and to find out what the fuck Blake is up to.

Ana was waiting for me at the New York plaza hotel I had waited until she passed out to leave her in the watchful eyes of Eva and Elliott while I came and dealt with Blake. She had asked me to let it go, to not get my hands dirty with someone who doesn't matter. But my ego couldn't back away, not after he had messed with the woman I love. I knock on the door and wait for what felt like forever, until the door opens to Blake with a cup in one hand and a smirk on his face.

"I've been waiting for you." He stepped aside and holds his hand to usher me in. Scott took a step inside, but Blake stopped him, "No he stays outside."

I took a gander at Scott and gradually nodded my head telling him it's fine. "Give us five minutes Scott." He agreed and stepped back standing outside the door.

"Double Scotch?" He asks knowing that's my drink of choice.

My eyes never look away as I am try controlling myself as much as possible. I am on the edge and so ready to kick his ass. "Skip the bullshit, Blake."

"What? I'm trying to be a good host." He laughs and that's it, I snap.

"You knew who Ana was all along and you played like you didn't know her."

"Christian, I didn't want to embarrass her by saying she's been trying to get in my bed."

I rushed to him, pushing him to the wall. I hold him up by the collar, my fist ready to pound his face. "You listen to me good," I shout. "You're going to end this vendetta you have against Ana. I don't know what the fuck you're up to, yet it stops now."

"What vendetta do you speak of? If anything I am flattered she would take the time to make up such a story just to get my attention." Blake chuckled his eyes looking into mine.

"Bullshit, don't fucking lie to me. I know what happened.. I know everything."

That halted his laughter and his face went blank. "Maybe you ought to be saying this to her. As she's been the one stalking me," The smirk returns, making me angrier, " I don't blame her for wanting me. But she's simply not my type."

My fist met his face, blow after blow. He forces me off him, sending me down to the floor. I quickly stand and launch myself on top of him. I beat him with all the anger deep inside me. He was the cause of Ana's problems. "We both fucking know that she hasn't been stalking you, I know everything you fucking pig. I don't know what you're up to, but I will figure it out." We landed on top of a glass table shattering it into million pieces.

Hearing the commotion, Scott hurried in and grabs me off Blake. I attempted to get him off me to let me keep hitting Blake, but he had me deadlock "Get the fuck off me," I screamed.

"Christian you will kill him if you keep going," He shouts back.

"He deserves that and more." I pushed back; however Scott doesn't let up.

"You made a big mistake Christian," Blake says spitting blood, "You and your whore will pay for this."

At the mentioning of Ana, the adrenaline hits hard and I finally get Scott off me. Snatching Blake and sprawling him down on the floor again.

"Come on Christian," Scott stands quickly, breaking up the fight once again.

"You stay the fuck away from Ana, do you hear me," I scream as loud as I could as Scott led me out the apartment. "You will if you know what's best for you."

The apartment security appeared as we were taking off. I look at one of them as he attempted to touch me, but at the look in my eyes he stepped back making a good decision.

                               ~.~.~.

"You should have had let me kill him," I yell to Scott as I get in the passenger seat of the Lamborghini.

"Who's going to look after Ana, if you're in jail?" He says hauling ass out of the parking lot. "But you gave me enough time to plant this," Passing me his tablet the camera breaks into four cameras and I see in one, the security guys outside Blake's apartment and on another one I see the mess Blake and I made, and the other two are looking down the corridor at the kitchen. "So how did you manage to get them up without him noticing?" I asked touching my lip which is bleeding now.

"I did it while you guys were fighting, I waited as long as I could to break it up. He deserved every bit of it," He says, checking his side mirror so he can pull into the middle lane.

"So what now?" I ask.

"Now we wait, the person will reveal themselves to us."

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I walked into a silent, dark hotel room and found Eva curled up on the couch. It was a little past ten o'clock and I wonder where Elliott was.

Eva Grey
 

"Hey," I whisper keeping my head down, not wanting her to notice my bruises.

"Hey." She answer rubbing her eyes, "Good you're back." Stretching her arms she stood.

"Is Ana okay?"

"She's sleeping.. Not sure if she's okay though." She took a step forward turning the light on. "Oh for fuck sakes what did you do Christian?" Her sudden profanity surprising knowing Eva was a woman who barely ever swore.

I hated that I couldn't tell her what actually had happened as she knew very little of what had gone down between Blake and Ana. "Where is Elliott?" I asked trying to steer the conversation away.

"He had a work emergency." She tells me as she rolls her eyes at my attempt to change the subject. "I wish you would tell me what's really going on. Why is Ana laying in bed like something horrible has happened to her?"

"Eva."

"I know… I know you said you can't tell me, but maybe I could help you?" She persisted.

"Eva just drop it."

Reaching for her purse she walks towards the door, obviously she's angry. "Fine.. But you should really think about getting her some help, you know, a professional." With that she steps out the door leaving me to wonder where to go from here.

Chapter Twenty-five: What did you do?

I remained still for quite a long time; crying in pain...a pain I did not know I could possibly feel. I was disoriented and confused. I sob without caring about anything other than the tremendous pain I felt inside. He'd won, he had obtained what he wanted all along. I reached for the wall and try to make an effort to get on my feet. I instantly felt dirty at the thought of his filthy hands on me and I wasn't sure any amount of soap was going to wash it away.

Still, I was willing to try. I walk to the bathroom, into the shower and turn the water on. I washed my body until it began to hurt and turned red. I crashed to the floor, bringing my knees to my chest rocking back and forth. How will I overcome this? How can I look into Christian's eyes after this? Would he stop loving me? I knew Blake was lying about Christian being part of this. I know the man I love and he would never hurt me this way.

The lights turned on again and I panic. Was Blake back? Wasn't he not done with me yet? I hear shouts and footsteps coming from outside the bath room and within a few seconds Christian came barging in with two men behind him. He realizes I'm naked and tells them to back way and stay outside. Without thinking twice, he opens the shower door and steps in not even caring to take off his clothes. He slumps onto the floor, taking me into his arms.

"Oh God Ana, what happened to you?" He asked, pushing my wet hair away from my eyes.

A painful sob leaves my mouth and the look in his eyes made me shout out in agony. "He got what he wanted all along." I cried as I placed my head on his shoulder.

"Blake?" Our eyes meet for an instant and Christian realizes what had happened.

"Oh Ana, I'm so sorry I wasn't here." He holds me tighter and I can see his eyes beginning to water. "This is my fault, I should've protected you better." He sobbed in my arms. "I will kill him." He screamed pulling me tighter.

My heart hurt with the pain he was in, which most likely matched my own. I hate that Blake had won. He destroyed me and in the process hurt the man I love. Life is so unfair... People like him get away with everything.

"No, I can't bear to lose you." I pulled him even tighter, attempting to bring down the transparent wall that was keeping us from becoming one.

"We need to get you to a hospital Ana," He said softly attempting to calm me down. "We need to get you checked out."

I shake my head, " I'm scared Christian."

"I know baby, but we can't let him get away with this."

I knew he was right, this can't be a never-ending story. He needs to pay for all he has done. It was time I did what I should have done six months ago.

"As long as you're with me," I agreed looking into his grey eyes.

"I promise." Standing up, he holds his hand out for me and I slowly stand up. My head is pounding and my legs are wobbly... Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick. Without being able to stop it, I vomit and Christian holds my hair rubbing my back trying to soothe me.

The ride to the hospital was silent. I was thankful Christian was beside me holding my hand, giving me the love I needed to get through this. I was scared of what might happen, but mostly I was afraid of what Christian would do to Blake. I am scared Christian will get hurt because of my mistakes.

"Everything's going to be okay," Christian whisper into my ear as step out of the car and through the hospital doors. "The police are at the penthouse, checking the crime scene. We'll have to speak to them soon. However if you need time..."

I stopped him before he could say more. "I need to do this Christian, before I change my mind."

"My strong Ana, I love you." The words made my heart skip a beat. This was the second time I had heard him say them and I will never get used to it.

Pulling me closer, he rushes us inside and within minutes we are in a private room. After doing a rape-kit and a blood sample, the doctor left me to rest.

An hour later a knock on the door woke me up. Two detectives stood just outside the door as Christian opened the door.

"Miss Steele, "The tall brunette says. " Hi, I'm detective Harrison, I know you been through a lot but could we have a minute of your time, we just have a few questions?"

"Sure," I agree, but Christian hesitates to move out of the way.

"Mr. Grey, may I?" She asks and finally he moves.

"Have you spoken to the doctor?" She asks and steps inside the room.

"No, I was sleeping." I answer.

"Good, Jamie can you get the doctor in here." He agrees and heads out the door.

"Miss Steele, when was the last time you had alcohol?" She bluntly asks making me wonder where she's going with this.

"Excuse me?" Christian reacts before I do. "What does that matter for fuck sakes," He hisses.

"Mr. Grey could you leave us alone?" Angrily she asks.

"No," I panicked, " He stays."

Christian takes my hand and squeezes it softly reassuring me everything will be okay.

"It's been almost a month," I answer her odd question.

She nods her head and begins to write something on her notepad. "When was the last time you contacted Mr. Carson?"

"I didn't contact him, I've been running away from him," I shout.

"Miss Steele, relax, it was just a question." Again she begins to write on her notepad making me nervous.

The door slowly opened and I was thankful when the doctor walked in. "Miss Steele, I see you're awake." He stops in front of me giving me a kind smile.

"Dr. Grayson, can you please tell Ana the results of her rape-kit and blood test?" She asks, "We have already seen them, but we have a few questions...first we should let the good doctor tell you."

Dr. Grayson clears his throat and proceeds to talk. "Miss Steele, the rape-kit came back clean."

"What do you mean it came back clean?" I shout.

"You were never raped."

I stay quiet for a while, taking in the good news, but why had Blake gone through so much just for it to be a lie? A sudden unsettled feeling begins in my stomach making me sick.

"Also your blood tests came back clean too." He added.

"Thank you, Dr. Greyson, can you please give us a minute," Detective Harrison says.

As soon as he is out the room she turns to face me. "Would you like to speak to us alone now?" She asks as if trying to insinuate something.

"No, whatever you have to say you can in front of Christian," I tell her angrily. Why were they treating me like the criminal instead of the victim?

"Is it true you been stalking Mr. Carson?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" My eyebrow raises in fury.

"We've spoken to Mr. Carson and he has an alibi, and we have checked the penthouse and there is no forced entry or anything that would tell us there was a crime committed." Her hazel eyes look at me as if she's waiting for me to crack. "No finger prints... Nada," she says with a heavy accent.

"Are you saying I made all of this up?" I shout.

"That's enough, you need to leave." Christian interrupts.

"Fine, just one more thing. Why did you call him if you were too scared of him?"

"Out... Get Out" Christian shouts his face red.

I am frozen in my bed, I need to know what the hell is going on, what Blake has done?

Chapter Twenty-four: Mistakes

Christian's POV
"There is something you need to know." The words are painful as they leave my mouth.

Ana sips her orange juice and looks at me. "What is it Christian you're frightening me."

Running a hand through my hair, I look into her beautiful blue eyes, knowing this could change the way she feels about me. "I need you to go into the living room and sit tight for me. I need to get something from my office. I promise I will tell you everything."

"Fine." She's holding her glass tightly as she makes her way to the living room, leaving me feeling like shit.

Heading to my office, I take as much time as required to ponder how to tell her without frightening away. I reach for the manila envelope in my desk drawer, I snatch an NDA. It's not that I don't trust her, but it's better this way. Taking a deep, cleansing inhale, I stand up from my chair and head for the living room. I am terrified this will change everything. I love her too much to let her go. I build up the corage and walk out of the office.

As soon as I walk into the living room I am welcomed by the beautiful view of Ana sleeping on the loveseat, I slowly make my way to her and move her hair away from her face. A soft snore leaves her mouth, making me grin. She seems so at peace, so beautiful. I kiss her before leaving her be, I don't have the desire to wake her up right now. We have all night to talk about this. My phone buzzes and I am surprised to see a text from Blake.

Can you meet me for drinks, there is something we need to talk about.-B

I fight the urge to throw my phone against the wall and head out the room needing to deal with Blake.

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The clanking sound of the ice swirling in my cup brings me back and I remember where I am. I have gone through multiple ways of how to do this in my head. Did I really believe it would be this easy...? I would tell Blake to stay away and he would without hesitation? I want to believe that it could happen, yet I am prepared for the worst possible outcome. The music of the piano from across the room annoys me to the point I can't wait to get out of here. Not that the man playing was awful or anything, my mood was too dark to appreciate it. All I want to do is head home to Ana, who is, hopefully, still sleeping. I was surprised when I received Blake's text. I knew it was time we had a serious talk and maybe keeping it public was the best idea right now.

I scan the room for Blake; we agreed to meet here, but he is late. He knows how much I dislike people who were late. The red-headed bartender asked me for the tenth time if I would like a refill. I know she's hitting on me, but I only have eyes for Ana. I roll my eyes and attempt to be polite. As she places a brand new cup of whiskey; I thank her without looking up. Checking my cell phone, I check for a text message or a call. Where the fuck is he?

Blake was someone who was there for me in my darkest times. After finding Ally dead, my world turned black, until Ana came into my life, bringing color into it. It had been hell not caring about anything. All I desired was a minute without the constant reminder that it was my fault she was dead. The face that once brought me joy haunted me day and night. I didn't care what might happen to me or who I was sleeping with, as long as I had a minute without thinking about Ally. I promised never to get close to anyone so I could never be hurt again.

Alcohol did it for a while but eventually it stopped working. Until Brianna invited me to an upscale club called 'Inferno' that she frequently attended. At first I thought it would be full of 21-year olds drinking and having fun; nothing I wanted any part of. However, I was wrong. As soon as we walked into the club, I was asked to sign an NDA. I was surprised and curious, so the curiosity won and I agreed to sign it. After having a few drinks at the bar with Brianna, she reached for my hand and took me upstairs. I didn't hesitate as she had been flirting with me the whole night. When we arrived on the second floor, she came to a stop in front of a red door. I didn't think much of it at the time, we had slept together before and I assumed that's what it was going to happen. Oh boy was I wrong. The door open to a room with black walls; a big 'U' shaped couch and a king size bed in the center cover in black silk sheets.

A woman came out of an attached room. Her long brown hair cover her naked breasts. Then I noticed she was completely naked. I was more surprised when a man joined us wearing nothing but boxers. At that point, I was ready to walk out until Brianna stopped me. She explained to me what this place really was. A sex club, a place with multiple rooms where you could let your imagination run wild. That room was the beginner's room, for newbies to get to know each other. There were 10 other rooms with more intense things happening. We were allowed to watch or participate. She promised me nothing had to happen and we could just sit here and watch. I was drunk and excited and for once my mind was clear, empty with only what was going on in front of me. Finally, I had a few minutes without the constant reminder of Ally.

That night I watched the three of them have sex. I began to visit frequently with Brianna, she loved the idea of me watching her be with other man. She was mine, but I could easily give her to anyone I wanted. That turned me on and filled something deep inside me. Something dark deep in my soul.

"Mr. Grey?" The bartender's voice gets my attention bringing me back to reality.

I look up and notice she has unbuttoned her shirt just enough to show cleavage. "This is for you." Biting her lip, she stares at me and I roll my eyes. When will women get over the way I look?

A glass of champagne and a note were placed in front of me. I unfolded the note and read it, not knowing what to think of it.

Something came up, drinks on me!

Rain check?

-Blake

I crumpled the paper and reached for my wallet to leave a couple of bills on the counter, trying to keep my anger at bay. He was the one to contact me and then he just ditched me. My phone rang as I headed out the bar.

"Taylor," I answer annoyed as fuck.

"There's been a security breach at the penthouse." The sound of his voice was just as alarming as the words he spoke. I immediately hung up and rushed to my car. I needed to get to Ana. I prayed nothing happened to her.

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Ana's POV

My eyes open to a dark room, I look around attempting to remember where I am. However, the last thing I can remember was sitting on the couch waiting for Christian. Looking to my left, I notice that I am not alone in the room and I relax momentarily. That is until the bathroom door opens and the man I hate the most comes to view. As I attempt to get up, I fall back down on the bed feeling extremely dizzy. The nightmare gets worse when I notice I am naked.

"Hey, relax Ana, you were amazing," A shirtless Blake says as he steps toward the bed.

Then I realize this isn't a nightmare...

"No," I scream, "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing that you didn't like sweetheart." He sits down next to me.

I panic and grab the sheets to wrap them around me. "Christian! I scream for him. I need him to rescue me from this nightmare.

"Hey, stop screaming. Who do you think arranged all of this?"

"No, he wouldn't... He loves me." I shout.

"Sure love, if you really believe that." Laughing, he picks up his shirt off the floor and puts it on. "You think I would have been able to get in here if he didn't know. With all his security."

I stand up holding myself to the wall, I needed to get out of here. "Christian," I screamed again.

Blake came around and pushed me against the wall, his lips crashed into mine and I fought to get him off me. Biting his lip, he quickly pulls away from me and touches his lip which is bleeding now.

"You bitch." His hand met my face, sending me sprawling across the floor. I cried; I was terrified and in pain. How could this be?

His cell phone rang and he answered it not saying anything, just listening to the other side. He immediately hung up and goes over to the table across from the bed and picks up a camera. "Thanks for the amazing night, let's do it again soon," He says. He tries to get closer to me, but stops when he sees me holding the bedside lamp in my hand ready to fight him if he touches me.

He blew a kiss to me and walked out leaving me devastated.

Chapter Twenty-three: Where did my Ana go?

Christians POV
"Blake, this is Anastasia Steele," I said smiling at my friend.

Moving towards her, he embraces her into a hug and I attempt to hold back my jealousy. I hate to see another man touch Ana; however, this is my friend and I try to remember that. Ana pulls away from him immediately and her facial expression alarms me; she is pale. She turns and reaches for the door knob and rushes out the door. I am taken aback and a bit confused. What in the hell is going on? My body finally reacts and I turn to follow her.

"Ana," I yell after her. What the hell just happened? One moment, I am introducing her to my friend and the next she's running out. I am too late as the elevator doors close before I can stop it.

I walk back into the office and grab my cell phone off the table to call Taylor. I demand that he stop her as soon as she walks out of the elevator. I need to know what's going on. Running a hand through my hair, I remember that Blake is still in my office.

"What the fuck just happened?" I ask in an attempt to piece this puzzle together.

"I am as confused as you are... Perhaps she didn't like me?" He says matter of fact.

Ana is a genuinely sweet girl she wouldn't just be rude for no reason. Perhaps she didn't feel well and had to run out for air? She's been depressed ever since they took Jacob.

"I need to go find her, we'll have to reschedule our meeting for next week," I say as I stride toward the door.

"Yes, of course, you need to find her, I'd love to help." He moves closer and pats me on the shoulder.

"She's probably headed to her apartment, but if I need anything, I will make sure to call you." I say.

"Fine, I'll leave you to it then." As he walks out the door, I am worried about my Ana.

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Ana's POV
The doors open and I hurry out of the elevator, needing to get away from here as fast as I can. Had Christian known all along who I was? Had this been arranged by Blake? I attempt to hold back the very nauseous feeling and head out of the revolving doors. I was genuinely scared for my life and part of me is thankful that Jacob was nowhere near me; I can't involve him in this. My eyes see Taylor gazing at me as he walks towards me. Without thinking twice, I run the opposite way as fast as my heels would allow. I turn around to check and see how close he is. As I turn the corner, I was surprised and grateful when I see he wasn't following. I pick up the pace just in case he was close.

I was a few blocks away before I came to a halt, trying to catch my breath. I need to find someplace safe to stay until I figure out what the hell was going on. Pulling my jacket tighter I head to the only safe place I can think of right now.

I find myself outside of Saint Thomas Church on Fifth Avenue. I hesitate to climb the stairs and wonder if this is the right place to be. Taking a deep breath, I head up the stairs to the front entrance and knock on the door. When a familiar figure opens the door, I smile at the tall older man with salt and pepper hair and light brown eyes.

"Ana come on in, I haven't seen you and Jacob in a few weeks. I was beginning to get worried. Where is he anyways?" Father Gabriel says and closes the door behind me.

"It's a long story... We've been staying at a friend's home, but I really need a place to stay tonight," I say trying to keep the panic at bay.

"Of course you can stay here tonight, come on let's get something warm in you... you look really cold."

I nod and follow after him.

Sitting by the window, I nestle in the worn out brown couch with a cup of hot chocolate. Taking a slow sip, I think through everything that has happened. What am I going to do now? How will I ever get Jacob back now? A lonely tear falls from my eyes as I recall all the things Christian said to me. How he would help me...How he would protect me? They are both probably laughing at me right now... How stupid can I be for trusting him? Oh dear god, I slept with him. I want to crawl into a hole and die. I need to come up with a plan soon because I cannot stick around here much longer than tonight. Checking my jacket pockets; I count the money I find to see how much I have. Fifty dollars... placing it back into the pocket, I check the other one and my phone comes to view. I hold it for a while until it lights up; five missed calls and two voicemails. I am tempted to listen to them, but I decide against it.

My head is pounding. I rub my temples and tilt my head back attempting to relieve the boiling tension until Father Gabriel walks in and sits beside me. "Ana is everything alright?" He asks fixing his old black framed glasses." I am concerned you seem... Worried, different."

"I met someone.., "I say looking at him. "I trusted him and now I think that was a mistake," I whisper.

"How about you tell me what's going on, maybe I can help you?" His kind brown eyes make me want to open up to him. Father Gabriel was the only person I could tell anything. He was non-judgmental and he was known to give pretty good advice.

"I wish I could, but it's too dangerous," I tell him as I stare down at my almost empty cup. "But there is something you can do for me."

He gives me a nod that tells me it's okay.

The New York Port Authority bus station was noisy and packed full of people, so I am careful to look around at every turn. I can't kick the feeling that someone is watching me. Pulling my baseball cap down lower to keep my face covered, I check my ticket again. I have 10 minutes until departure and I am riddled with anxiety. Taking a seat in the waiting area, I reach for my cell phone and begin to type Christian a text that I will send at exactly 8:59; not a minute earlier. Multiple things come to mind, but I have to keep it short and simple. Finally satisfied with what I have written, I count down the minutes. At 8:58, I stand up and look around one more time to make sure no one is following me. I press send and pitch the phone in the trash and walk to Terminal A...to the bus that is going to take me to my new life.

Chapter Twenty-two: A flash from the past

I was falling, tumbling through the air.

"Ana."

Jacob called to me and just the sound of his voice caused me to look around until I found him.

"Help me!"

He was falling too. I stretched out my arm trying to catch him, but all I caught was air. There was no ground beneath my feet. I begin to panic. Big fluffy clouds are behind us keeping us apart. We finally touched fingertips, but the contact was gone as fast as it had happened. I could see him clearly, his blue eyes full of pain, his blonde hair moving with the wind. I wanted to tell him everything would be all right, but my mouth wouldn't open. Why can't I speak? I was screaming in the inside begging for someone to help us, but there was no one else.

I placed my hand out one more time, reaching for him...our hands met for an instant. "You Promised you would never leave me," My heart broke at the words and he slipped through my fingers and all I could feel was loss.

At that moment my voice returned, I screamed after him, begging him to come back. He was gone, and at the moment I looked down, I was inches away from hitting the ground. Just then the man whom I hated the most came to view... Dark brown eyes and short black razor cut hair, he was wearing red proving that he is the devil.

"You will never see him again... You made me do this. "Pointing at me, Blake looked happy with himself.

"No..." I screamed with all the strength I had.

"Yes, Ana, this is all your fault and it's just the beginning. You will pay for what you've done to me."
I sat up quickly, trying to catch my breath in an attempt to suppress my screams and weeping. My eyes focus on a patch of dim light in the darkness. I can hear the distant thumping of the rain against the window. When did it start to rain? My head was throbbing. Touching my head, I fall back down on the bed...it had all been a dream. A terrible dream. Checking my bedside clock it reads 2 am. It had been a long few days. After fainting at the police station, Christian demanded I stayed in bed as my body was overwhelmed. How can I possibly feel good knowing Jacob was staying with people that he doesn't know? Knowing my chances of getting him back were slim to none. Wiping away my tears, I reach for my robe and head out of Christian's guest room. I need a drink; a really strong one. However, I know better that if I ever wanted to get Jacob back I can't go down that road again. Instead, I poured a glass of milk and made my way to my room. That was, until a pair of bare feet came into view causing me to look up. Taking a look at the man in front of me, I smiled for the first time in the last 48 hours.

"Christian." His eyes meet mine and he put his cell phone down on the breakfast bar. He was wearing silk pajama bottoms and his chest was bare causing me to stare. "Why are you up so late?" I asked.

"I've been busy attempting to figure out where they have Jacob."

"Did you find out?"

"No, but there is something else you need to know, how about you sit down," He tells me as he pulls a bar stool out for me.

His eyes told me this wasn't good news. "Christian what's wrong?" I ask in an attempt to remain calm.

"Jacobs's mom came forward, she's fighting for custody Ana."

"No, she's a drug addict, they will never grant her custody again." Or would they, I swallowed hard at the thought of it.

"Apparently she's been sober for two years now." Running a hand through his hair, he takes a seat next to me.

I reach for his hand. "We can't allow her take him Christian, she's not good for him. He's better off with us."

"I know Ana, Eva is looking into a few ways we can get him back, but you also have to be prepared that we won't get him back."

"There has to be a way, Christian I... I promised Jacob I would never leave him." Slowly wiping a tear off my cheek.

Christian pulled me close to him comforting me the best way he could.

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I had barely made it into my bed before the sun rose, and I was tired...bone tired, as Gail would say. I need to get out of this apartment before I go crazy. It was time I get back to work. After showering, I walk into the closet and pick out a red knee length, long sleeve dress. I pair it with beige heels. Pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I head out to the kitchen hoping Christian is still here. I am happy when I find him sitting casually on a bar stool reading the newspaper.

"Ana." The way he looked at me was as if he couldn't wait to ravage me.

"Hey, can I hitch a ride to work with you?" I asked; biting my lip, knowing he wouldn't say no.

"Of course you can, but are you sure you're ready to get back to work? " He inquired.

"I am sick of sitting here doing nothing, I need to get out Christian."

"Okay, if you think you're ready. Would you like some coffee?"

"No I'm good." I told him and sat down on the bar stool next to him.

"Fine, give me five minutes and I'll be ready to leave." Smiling, he leaves me to my thoughts.

The car ride to Grey Entertainment gives me the opportunity to really think about the dream I had. What did it mean? Was I overreacting or was this a warning?

"Christian there is something you need to know," I told him as the car came to a stop at the curb in front of Grey Entertainment.

"Can it wait until we get into my office?" He asked opening the car door.

"Yes it can." Reaching for my hand Christian helped me out of the car and we walked inside in silence.

                          ~.~.~.

"Good morning, Mr. Grey and Miss Steele. Mr. Williams is waiting in your office."

"Thank you, Kate," Checking his watch Christian looks at me. "Come with me Ana, I want you to meet a friend of mine."

I nod in agreement and follow him into his office. As the door opens my eyes take in the man standing by the window, his back was facing us. I smiled at the thought of knowing someone else in Christian's life. Until I gazed at this man; dark brown eyes, short black razor hair. Oh no... It couldn't be.

Chewing gum he smiled looking at me. "Christian," hugging him he stepped close to me "And who might you be?"


Fuck you... Like you don't know! I screamed in my head.
"Blake, this is Anastasia Steele." Christian said smiling at his friend.

His hands reach out to touch me and I freeze unable to take a step back. He embraces me in a hug and I fight the urge to throw up! Until he whispered into my ear, "It's good to see you Ana."

That broke the spell. I reach for the door knob and run quickly to the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly hoping it would show up sooner rather than later and will get me the hell out of here. When the doors open, I rush in and fall to the floor and begin sobbing uncontrollably.

Chapter Twenty-one: Where is my Jacob?

"Ana... Ana wake up," I hear Christian's sweet voice coming from someplace within the room.

Squeezing the pillow tighter, I moan exhausted. We've been going at it all night and my body demands more than an hour to recover from my last orgasm. Grabbing the covers, Christian pulls them off me, making me shiver.

"Christian, I'm exhausted. I can't go at it again, give me another hour," I say as I pull the cover up.

"I wish that were the reason I was waking you up, but something has come up and we need to get to the airport."

My eyes open immediately at the sound of urgency in his voice. "Wait, what's going on?" I ask.

"I'll explain in the car, here get dressed." Passing me my jeans and a plain black t-shirt, I grab them and begin to get dressed.

My brain is racing with multiple scenarios. I haven't heard from Gail; is Jacob okay? What was going on that had Christian so worried? I need to know.

"Wait, we need to pack," I say as if it's the most important thing right now.

"It's already been taken care of." He tells me and hands me a sweater. "Here put this on, it's cold outside."

"Christian you're scaring me. I demand to know what's going on."

"There's been a fire at your apartment."

I stand still trying to take in what he just told me. A fire?

"I will answer your questions, but the sooner we get out of here, the better."

I nod, find my shoes and quickly put them on. I take off after Christian.

                                    ~.~.~.

"What do you mean there has been a fire? What happened?" I ask as we get inside the black SUV and make our way to the airport.

"I don't know much right now, Taylor called an hour ago."

I panic. Is this why Gail hasn't gotten back to me? I make a decent attempt to keep my tears back. "Is Jacob alright?" I ask terrified.

"Yes, Jacob and Gail are okay." Christian places his hand on top of mine on an attempt to calm me down. "Hunter got them out before it got bad."

Hearing that calms me down a bit, and confuses me why was Hunter there to begin with. "Hold up, what was Hunter doing there?" I ask.

"I presume he was there to see you," Christian says with resentment in his voice.

"Oh god, is he okay?"

"Yes, Ana he's okay. Would it matter if he weren't? "

"Of course it would," I shout, "This is not the time to be jealous Christian."

"I'm sorry you're right, but I just hate that guy," He tells me giving me a weak smile.

"I know you do, but after everything that has happened between us do not see you're the one I want."

"Ana-"

"Stop. This is not the time to talk about this," I cut him off mid-sentence not wanting to talk about that right now. "So everything is okay, right... Aside from not having a place to live now."

"No... Things are a lot more complicated than that. When the cops showed up to investigate, they began to take everyone's information... Ana they took Jacob."

"No... Wait... what they took him?" I am full on panicking now.

"Ana, he's a 13-year old runaway, they show him as a missing child."

"Please tell me, I will get him back." Looking into his eyes, I pray that this is all a dream.

"I don't know Ana, but I will try my hardest to get him back, I promise you that."

"This can't be happening..." I shout, breathing hard.

"Relax Ana, you're pale. Breath baby, everything will be okay."

How can he say that, Jacob has been taken away from me? I want to be with him right now, he must be so frightened not knowing what the hell is going on. I tilt my head back and close my eyes. I need to think for a minute. What's going to happen now? Will they place him into the system again? No, I can't let him go back in there. I hate that were so far away right now. I'm full on sobbing; I need to try and figure out a way we can fix this.

                               ~.~.~.

The flight home felt ten times longer than it probably was. I can't wait to get off this plane and down to the police station. I want to know where they had taken Jacob. I was sure they would hand him back to me. We had a stable home and he was as safe as he could be with me.

The apartment had burned down while I'd been away and now we didn't have a place to live. However, deep inside my heart I hoped this would work out in our favor.

"Eva will meet us down at the police station."

"Eva?" I ask.

"Elliot's wife, she's a great lawyer. She will help us see what we can do about Jacob."

"Thank you." That's all I can manage to say, I was thankful when Christian doesn't push me to talk more.

As soon as we were given the okay, we unbuckled our seat belts and headed off the plane. Taylor waited for us as he stood beside the black SUV. I am walking ahead of Christian. I don't care to wait for Taylor to open the door for me. I quickly get inside the car. Christian follows right behind me and in a matter of seconds we're driving away from the airport.

Taking two steps at the time, I rush inside the police headquarters needing to know what was going on. My eyes catch Hunter sitting in the waiting area. Without thinking twice, I rush over to him hoping he has some answers.

"Hunter." He stands up as he sees me.

"Ana." I draw him into an embrace, thankful for what he has done for Jacob. He held me tighter. His clothes were dirty and his hair was pulled into a ponytail. The sweet smell of Hunter invades my senses and flashbacks of what we used to have come rushing back.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," He says as he pushes a string of my hair to the back of my ear. This causes me step back as I remember that Christian is behind me.

"What are you still doing here? And why were you at my apartment?" I ask.

"They been questioning me like crazy. Apart from Gail and Jacob, I was the only one who saw everything".

"And I wanted to see you, I wanted to return this to you." In his hand is the beautiful necklace my adopted mother had given me before she had passed away. I thought I lost it, but he had it all along.

"Where did you find it?" I ask reaching for it.

"You left it behind the night we broke up. You ran out so fast, you didn't even notice when it fell off."

"Thank you. I thought I'd lost it."

"Here let me." Hunter takes it and I turn around. I'm now facing Christian.

Our eyes meet and I know he's furious. "Thank you, I should go see what's going on with Jacob." Taking Christian's hand I squeeze to reassure him that he's the one I want.

When we are a few feet away from Hunter when I turn around and face Christian, "I'm sorry about that. You ought to know that Hunter doesn't mean anything to me anymore. Thank you for not overreacting, I know you don't like him."

"Ana we'll discuss this later... let's go see what's going on with Jacob" I make a decent attempt to disregard his lukewarm reaction as I head toward the reception area.

"What do you mean you can't tell us anything?" I shout to the woman standing behind the desk.

"Ma'am please watch your tone with me. As I said, a detective will be out to speak with you shortly, please have a seat."

Rolling my eyes, I go to the waiting area. "Can you believe she won't tell us where they have him?"

"We'll just have to wait and see what this detective says," Christian tells me.

"I really want to know how this fire started, do you know where Gail is right now?"

"She's at the hospital. She had a hard time breathing, but she seems to be okay now. They are keeping her for the night just in case."

"Can we go see her later?" I ask.

"Yes, as soon as were done here we can go see her."

"Miss steele?" The woman's voice stands out just enough to be noticed and I turn around quickly.

"Yes." I look up at the incredibly tall brunette with really green eyes who's wearing a grey pantsuit. "I'm Miss Steele," I add.

Her eyes take in Christian and I fight the urge to pull him closer. I roll my eyes trying to push back the annoyance.

"Detective Johnson," She says and put her hand out for Christian to shake. How rude, she totally disregarded me.

"When can we see Jacob?" I ask attempting to break her staring at Christian.

"Unfortunately you won't be able to see him right now. He's in the process of being placed at a temporary orphanage while we arrange a foster home for him."

"No. He can stay with us, we're his family," I say.

"Miss Steele, you're lucky you're not being charged for kidnapping as you have known where he's been for quite some time. " Looking through her yellow folder she says, "How old are you Miss Steele?"

I want to scream at her, what does it matter how old I am. "Twenty-one."

"You're too young to take care of Jacob, you need to think about what's best for him. "Turning a page she says, "Is there someone who would want to harm you?"

Yes, actually there is one person, but I can't tell her without having to tell her everything, "No. Not that I know of. Why?"

"The fire at the apartment wasn't an accident. Someone purposely set the fire. "

I reach for the chair as I feel my legs are ready to give out. Someone did this on purpose? Christian grabs my arm to help me sit down. Did Blake do this? Had he seen me at a party and now he was out for revenge? Oh god, will he ever leave me alone?

"Miss Steele, are you okay?"

Before I am able to answer, my vision gets blurry and I am having a hard time catching my breath. I try to stand; Christian quickly grabbing me is the last thing I remember as I slump over.

Chapter Twenty: Everything has change

Wednesday morning I wake to an empty bed. Touching the pillow beside me, I pull it close; the delightful scent of Christian's cologne invades my nose and makes me smile. Where was Christian? After the night we had I presumed he'd be exhausted. I definitely was. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up, looking around the room attempting to figure out where he was. Until my eyes focus on a yellow piece of paper on the bedside table. Quickly retrieving it I unfold it.

Dear Ana,

I didn't want to wake you up, you looked so comfortable.

I will see you this evening, have an incredible day with Saige and make sure to purchase whatever you desire.

My eyes take in the black card and I look at it as if it's cursed. A credit card? He expects me to use it? I didn't know whether I ought to be irritated or appreciative! I chose the first one. Tossing it back on the table, I get up and head to the bathroom, needing to take a cold shower to cool me down. Before I march to where ever Christian is and take out my annoyance on him. Did he really think I wouldn't find this offensive? Who am I "Pretty Woman" No, he'll be hearing about this tonight.

After a long shower, I decide to call Jacob to see how he is. We'd chatted on Monday night; however, I needed to know how his second day of school went. It's a little after eight, which implies he is up and about to head to school. The phone rings twice before it went to voicemail.

I leave a message, asking Gail to get back to me when she gets back. A part of me was concerned, on the other hand, I know he is in extraordinary hands. We weren't on the streets anymore and I need to remember that. Taking a deep breath, I flop down on the bed and exhale. I need to get ready, but I'm regretting agreeing to meet Saige for lunch. It's not like we have a lot in common. What will we even talk about? A woman like her... could never have anything in common with someone like me. How will I survive the next few hours? I mentally prepare myself as I unbuckled my robe and headed to the closet. I need to get dressed before the driver, who Saige was sending to pick me up arrives.

                                             ~.~.~

Gazing out the window, I take in the lovely view of downtown Nassau. I am happy Saige had arranged for us to meet here. I want to be able to experience some of the culture before we went back to the States. This spot is amazing; occupied avenues with locals smiling and having fun and tents with individuals offering specialties. I am excited to get out of the car and meander for a bit. The car arrives at a stop before a restaurant called 'East Villa Restaurant'; it's not fancy or busy. I was surprised Saige had arranged for us to meet here. The strong aroma of deep fried fish made my stomach grumble. I am hungry and ready to try this place. The driver gets out to open my door, slowly getting out I take it all in. It was simple and charming. Yellow and blue picnic tables decorate the patio with small palm trees. It resembled a house which had recently been transformed into a restaurant. Thanking the driver, I head inside.

I was welcomed by a very casually dressed Saige; her long hair pulled into a ponytail and wearing an aqua blue dress with beige wedges. She looked younger than she had appeared yesterday. When she finally notices me, she waves at me and I make my way to the table. Saige stands and leans in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I hope you don't mind that I chose this place," She says grabbing the menu.

"Not at all, this place looks great."

"It sure is... And they have the most amazing Ceviche."

"I've never had ceviche is it good?" I ask.

"Yes, you will love it."

The waiter arrives to take our order and I decide to go ahead and try the Ceviche. "I'll have the Ceviche and a virgin margarita, please."

"I'll have the usual thank you." She tells the waiter and we are left alone while he retrieves our order.

After two virgin margaritas and lots of laughter, Saige pulls out her cell phone from her purse and a big smile takes over her face. I wonder what has her so happy. Taking a sip of her drink she giggles in her seat.

"I guess you'll be having a great night tonight." She tells me making me arch an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Clifton just texted me a picture of a yacht... meaning he sold the company to Christian."

Smiling from ear to ear, I cannot help but get as excited as she is.

"You know what that means?" She asks. "We need to find a fabulous outfit to celebrate tonight." She winks and throws her head back and laughs.


Christian's POV
It's just after five o'clock and I can't wait to see Ana. The day had gone incredible and I'm anxious to celebrate with her. Clifton settled for a good price and it will just a matter of weeks before I can call it my own. Pulling the car to the gate entrance, I punch in the code in and wait for it to open.

When I stroll into the house, the music coming from the kitchen is just loud enough to be heard. Taking my suit jacket off I make my way to the kitchen and my eyes almost pop out as I see Ana standing by the stove. Her lush body is encased in a pale blue dress that wrapped around her curves and tied at the waist and nude colored heels. I close my mouth and swallow hard, adjusting my pants as I get closer. Without sensing me, she continues to stir the pot until my arms wrap around her waist and I move her hair to the side, kissing her neck tenderly.

"Hi, handsome." She closes her eyes and tilts her head.

"Hi beautiful." I turn her around and kiss her with fierce abandon.

She pulls back and takes a step away from me and reaches for the countertop so she can catch her breath.

"Someone's in a good mood."

"Yes, I'm in the mood to celebrate."

"Celebrate?" She asks as if she doesn't already know the good news. Knowing Saige, she probably knew the minute Clifton agreed.

"Yes, what better way than to have you spread naked in my bed?"

"Well, I did just make an amazing dinner," She says and bites her lip.

"Save it... We'll be hungry later." I close the space between us and step closer to her.

"Are you sure? I made a killer chocolate cake."

"I'd rather have you for dessert." Pulling her hair tenderly, I tilt her head and kiss her lips.

Grabbing her by the waist, I lift her up on the countertop. I open her legs wide and run my hand down her thigh.

"Christian..."

"Shh... baby relax," I say, nibbling her ear.

"Christian, the stove, you have to turn it off or dinner is going to burn," She laughs and pushes me back and gets down from the counter.

She covers the pot and turns off the burner. "There is something we need to discuss."

"Can it wait?"

Staying away, she shakes her head. "It's about you leaving your credit card this morning."

"How is this an issue?"

"I don't want your money Christian. I hate it when you do stuff like that." Her arms are crossed and she stands way too far away from me. "I found it offensive."

Hold up... offensive? I didn't mean to offend her. I just wanted her to be able to buy whatever she liked. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just wanted you to be able to buy whatever you desire."

"I know you didn't mean to, but this just shows how much we don't know about each other."

"What can I do for you to forgive me?"

"Promise me you won't do it again," She says and finally closes the space between us

"Fine, I promise." I pull her close to me and kiss her soft, sweet lips. I need her to surrender to me completely.