Monday, June 25, 2012

Book II-Chapter I-Christian and Anastasia FanFiction


“Mommy, I’m hungry!” I say looking for her. But mommy isn’t here.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Mommy is in the bedroom. I go to the door. I’m not supposed to open it if it is closed. But I’m too hungry. The door is very dirty. It has spots all over it. I reach for the handle. There is noise inside. Mommy is crying. Is she hurt? The man is here. I’m not supposed to go in when the man is in there. But I’m too hungry. I slowly open the door. I peek inside. Mommy is bent over the small bed. She’s holding onto the metal bar. She’s naked. The bad man is behind mommy. He has no shirt, but he has pants on. I only see his back. He’s pushing mommy. Mommy is crying. “Don’t! Please! Stop!” she is saying.

“I own you! If I want pussy, I get pussy, you whore!”
“The kid’s in the apartment, please!” she begs some more. Oh, I’m the kid.

“Mommy,” I say scared. “I’m hungry...”
Mommy cries harder. “Jesus Christ!” mommy sounds upset. “Please, let me go! My kid…” she says her voice scared and small.

He yanks his unbuckled belt off his pants very fast and hits mommy with it. Mommy cries out. He’s so angry. He turns back to me and his pee-pee is hanging out. I run to the kitchen. There is no place to hide. I hide under the sink. He finds me. My little hands are shaking. I cover my face with my hands. Maybe he won’t see me. But he always does. He grabs my elbow and pulls me out of the cabinet. My arm scratches. I hit my head under the counter. I’m scared to cry. He hits me harder if I cry. If I make no sound maybe he won’t make me bleed.
“You cost me my fun you little shit!” He pulls me and turns me over. He pulls my shorts down, and hits and hits and hits me. It hurts.

“Mommy!” I cry out. “Mommy it hurts! Help me mommy!” He remembers his belt in mommy’s room. He gets up, and drags me by my arm to mommy’s room. He tosses me on the bed. He takes the belt and starts hitting me. I scream. It hurts a lot! Mommy curls up on the floor. When I scream she cries more. But mommy doesn’t come to stop him. She just cries louder in the bedroom. He drops me to the floor. He holds his big foot up. Then he kicks me. I roll on the floor. Finally the wall stops me. I silently cry. I cover my mouth to stop the noise.

“The bitch and her fucking bastard!” he yells. He turns his back. I hear his footsteps leaving. I’m scared to look. Is he gone? I’m hurt. My head is bleeding a little. Mommy slowly crawls. She grabs the old shirt from the floor. She puts it on. Mommy’s hands are shaking. She doesn’t look at me. She crawls to the bathroom. I keep watching mommy still silently crying. She comes back out of the bathroom. Mommy’s eyes are big, red, and scared. She is holding a small bottle. Mommy won’t look at me. She goes to the kitchen. I slowly follow her. She turns the faucet on. Then she fills the dirty cup with water. She comes to sit on the couch still shaking. Tears are coming from her eyes, but she makes no sound. Just tears.
Mommy opens the bottle. She shakes it. She looks at it. She looks at me with her sad eyes. She cries a little more. She doesn’t smile. She holds the bottle up to her mouth. Pours it. She drinks the water. I’m hungry too mommy, I think to myself. But I won’t say it. Mommy is sad. She lies on the couch.
“Come here Christian,” she says. I walk to her.

“Lay down next to mommy,” mommy says. I climb on the sofa. I lay down next to her. She holds me. I’m hungry. But mommy is holding me. Its better she’s holding me. Mommy’s eyes cries more. She still makes no sound. She kisses the top of my head.
“Goodbye Christian,” she says. Mommy is tired. She’s going to sleep. “Goodnight mommy,”I say. We are going to sleep.

I wake up. I push mommy. It’s dark outside.

“Mommy, I’m still hungry,” I say. But she won’t wake up.

There is the small bottle next to her. She ate from it today. And there is no lid on it. I pick it up. Something rattles inside. A toy? It’s small. Something to eat! I’m too hungry! I drop the small food from the bottle onto my hand. It’s not round. Maybe I can eat it. Its mommy’s food, but maybe mommy won’t mind. I’m so very hungry. I put it in my mouth and chew it. It tastes bad, it’s bitter. I spit it out.

“Mommy! I’m thirsty!” But, mommy is too tired and she won’t move. I walk on the sticky green rug. I go to the kitchen. I push the chair to the sink. I am thirsty and my mouth is hot. There is a dirty cup in the sink. It is sticky and has brown spots in it. I pour water from the faucet and drink it. Yuck!

I go back to sleep with mommy. Maybe she will feed me when she wakes up. Mommy is cold. I have my blankie. I cover her. I put my head on mommy arm. “My tummy hurts mommy...” I cry. I’m too hungry. My tears fall onto mommy’s shirt.

“Can I have something to eat when you wake up mommy? Please mommy.”

I cry and cry, but mommy doesn’t hear me.

I bolt upright in bed waking up with the sound of my own cries. I look around. It’s dark, but the light from the city of Seattle is seeping from my floor to ceiling windows. I see the Space Needle in the distance with the city lights in the backdrop. Fuck! My nightmares are back.


Miserable, sleepless nights will be my companion again. I get up from the bed. My side table now houses the Blahnik L23 model glider. I worked till later hours to build it. My hands caress over it. A gift from my first love. The first love I fucked up royally yesterday into a breakup! How did we get from nearly making love over the piano to break up in a matter of couple hours? She hates me… The thought of it hitches my breath bringing another choking sound to my throat. I look at the note she left me again. (Always on My Mind by Michael Buble)
This reminded me a happy time.” Fucking tears betray me. They brim my eyes, threatening to fall. Backs of my hands fly to my eyes as if to hold the tears back. I roughly rub them willing them to go back down… I really fucked up!

There is a gaping hole in my soul; something gnawing at me inside. What is that pain I have never experienced? It’s is as if part of me died. Not some other being, or another person, but as if I died. I eye the clock. 3:13 a.m. I can go over to Anastasia’s and beg her forgiveness. How do I live with this pain? I’m being clawed from inside out like a ferocious lion is caged in me and feeding on my heart! What Promethean misery I’m going through! Like my fucking heart grows all over again for that torturous lion to devour and consume, feasting on it, one painful bite at a time! I’ve lost my purpose in life...

You love her, you fucking, worthless bastard! Of all the people to fall in love, you fall in love with an angel and drag her right into your personal hell! I play the scene in my head over and over again. Shame is heavy on me. I have taken pleasure in her pain. It turned me on! God, forgive me! Of course she hates me…she asked me to hit her to please me, but she couldn’t take it. Am I not better off being with someone with no emotions, no attachments, and just fucking? Like Pre-Anastasia times? Is she not better off without me? I’m nothing but destruction for her, and Kate said it herself… “She cries all the time since she met you!” So, she was happy before she met me. I have seen a glimpse of that happiness when we were in Georgia, soaring… It was a happy time. If I give her space, some other fucker will slide in my place immediately. I can’t take that! I would simply die, or I kill the fucker! Either way, I’d be destroying us both… Isn’t love giving everything without expecting anything back in return?

I’d give my life to Anastasia without thinking. If she needs my heart, I’d cut it out myself without thinking! But knowing that she’s with someone else would destroy me. Every fiber in my being tells me I’m bad for her. She’d be miserable with me. But, I want her…back. She’s mine, and mine alone! I’m a fucking selfish man. I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back. I’ll be whatever she wants me to be.
Anastasia loves me. It sinks into my head now and I’ve been so scared when she told me. When she actually told me when she’s awake and conscious.

I’ve fallen in love with you Christian! I’ve fallen in love with you Christian! I’ve fallen in love with you Christian! I’ve fallen in love with you Christian!” Her declaration plays in my head over and over again. I’ll do anything to get her back and keep her happy. How could I turn my back when I full well know that she loves me, and I her? What’s keeping us apart other than my fuck ups? Dr. Flynn said that it’s once in a lifetime to find someone you love and who loves you back with the same intensity. Once in a lifetime! And I’m not about to screw that! (I Never Told You by Colbie Caillat)

She told me she hated being hit as much as I hated being touched! Why then did I acquiesce with her request being hit? Why didn’t she safeword? I swear to God, when I get her back, I’m not putting her in my Playroom again even if she begged me. I’m vibrating with anger at myself! I should not have let her talk me into spanking her with the belt! I behaved stupidly! I get up from the bed with determination, and take my key to the Playroom. I open the door, and turn my head to the lined up belts and whips and punishment items. I hoist them off the wall one by one. I gather them in my arm like a pile of firewood. I walk back to the living room, and pile them into the huge fireplace. Mrs. Jones isn’t going to like cleaning this up, but I need to burn this shit…cleanse a piece of my soul with fire... Either I burn myself, or I burn these! Everything I do hurt her! I want…no I need to make her happy.

My fucking world is collapsing around me. She didn’t want me to touch her. Oh, God! I'm miserable... She hates my touch now! How can I get over that? The fire in the fireplace first licks the belts, whips, and flogs; then liking the taste of them engulfs the leather punishment tools like a hungry monster. I watch them burn, completely detached. With it, I burn part of my past. Offering part of my dark soul in a burnt offering.

After fire consumes part of my past sins, I slowly walk to my study. Since Anastasia left me yesterday, pain became my constant companion. The likes of which I have not experienced before. I close my door when I walk into my office. I fire up my laptop. I want to write her my declaration of love, but it will scare her away knowing how fucked up I am, and I will end up hurting her more. I find myself googling my name under the images. I go down the pages, and finally find the picture of me and Anastasia taken on her graduation. I save it. I look at the picture of her. How such a short time ago it was taken, and how she captured me body and soul. That was the day she agreed to be with me though in such a different context than I am now willing to go. What have you done to me Ana? I’m a broken man without you. Aimless...purposeless... How you became my lifeline.

I have to do something. It’s not in me to just sit and do nothing while I’m broken, my girlfriend is broken, and we’re broken apart. I’m meaningless without her, but some fucker will make the attempt to get into her life which will be end of his and mine! Fuck!

I go to my room to take a quick shower. The shower has too many memories of Anastasia for me to linger in it too long without hurting myself physically and emotionally. I’m at my final limits already. I can’t take too much more. I routinely wash my hair, soap my body, and purposefully rinse off and come out. My chest is still sore and red, but I welcome the pain. It’s the only real thing that reminds me that Anastasia was part of my life. I get out of the shower and dry myself, and put my sweats on, and my running shoes. When I walk back to the living room, I see Mrs. Jones working in the kitchen.
She eyes me warily, seeing my improved demeanor compared to yesterday, she asks, “Would you like to have your breakfast now Mr. Grey?”

“Yes. Thank you Mrs. Jones.”

“Omelet okay sir?” she asks.
“And fruit please,” I respond. My reply makes her look up and give me a genuine smile.

“Of course, sir,” she replies in her professional tone.

She hands me my coffee. My breakfast is before me within a few minutes. I eat it automatically, not out of want or need, but out of habit. Taylor walks into the living room and takes his usual place by the entry. I turn my head, and with my nod he walks towards me. His eyes are unyielding, not giving anything away. Nothing about me falling apart in his and Mrs. Jones' presence.
“Taylor, I’m going to go for a run.”

“I’ll suit up sir,” he responds.
“No, not necessary. I’m just going to run to Dr. Flynn’s office,” he lifts one eyebrow slightly. But then his face goes back to his usual demeanor as if he tugged the edges of a wrinkled sheet. Nothing out of the ordinary, and everything serene, and calm on his face.

“Would you like me to pick you up after sir?”
“No.” I need time to be alone. “But, I need something else from you.”

“Anything sir,” he says enthusiastically as if normalcy returning to our lives.

“I need you to keep an eye on Miss Steele. You said she didn’t look...” I stop there to hide the breaking in my voice, “well, she wasn’t well yesterday given the circumstances.” Taylor nods, his eyes harden, his jaw tightens, and he swallows as if he’s trying to pass a boulder through his esophagus. That’s all the response he can manage. Yeah! Anastasia got to us all, and even Taylor is fond of her. I suspect he’s mad at me, but he won’t show it.
“I want you to check and see how much money she’s got in her account. Since she left her Blackberry here, track her old phone. Being as distraught as she was,” I say, and knowing she’s closed up, and her roommate is away, I don’t want any harm to come to her, “I want to ensure her safety.” Taylor nods. "Check her account periodically to see if she deposits her money. Knowing how stubborn she is, she may decide against depositing the money. I will deal with that when it comes to that point." I have to do something to dull this ache in me. I dismiss Taylor, and collecting Ana’s laptop, Blackberry and car keys, I walk back to my study. I have to show that I can fight for you Anastasia!

I pick my Blackberry up, and dial Dr. Flynn. He answers after the third ring, groggy with sleep.

“John!” I say unable to hide the distress in my voice. That one word wakes him up completely.

“What’s wrong?”
“Anastasia left me yesterday, and I think I’m dying!”

“Let’s talk. What happened?”
“I don’t wanna talk on the phone. 20 minutes, your office,” I say firmly.

He pauses, “one second,” he says and asks his wife something in a muffled voice. Then he comes back up, “okay, see you in 20!” I hang up.
I run to Dr. Flynn’s office. The pain when Anastasia left me yesterday was a shock to my body. It came with such a force that it jolted me out of my physical body. Today, I’m settled back in my body, and I’m experiencing the pain with every single sting, hurt, and agony. When I come to John’s office, he’s not there yet. I pace back and forth in front of the door. If the stone was carpet, I’d have worn out a trail on it. John makes it to his office three minutes late, takes in the condition of my face. I notice he has his jeans and t-shirt on. It’s Sunday, and this is an emergency call.

As soon as he opens the door, I walk in.
“Do come in Christian,” he says in a semi-mocking voice, but I feel the smile behind it. I head directly into his office. John walks back to his leather chair, indicating me to sit at the sofa. I sit, but I get up, restless. He eyes me.

“Christian, I think...” he says but I cut him off.
“John, I’m in purgatory!” that shocks him, both his eyebrows shut up, and looks at me as if I’ve grown antlers. Unable to find the right word, he settles for, “do tell.”

I pace the room, and stop right before him. “Anastasia was with me last night. I was so excited, and completely relieved to see her after she got back from Georgia. In fact, the whole shit with Leila has kept me preoccupied, and I wasn’t operating on all pistons...” I start pacing again exasperated, I get back to the sofa, exhausted.
“I was ready to make concessions for her, John. But, one thing led to another, and she rolled her eyes at me, and I would spank her for it. She knew that. And she made a game out of it. I started chasing her playfully and she finally said that she feels the same way about being punished as I feel about being touched! This revelation was horrifying for me...” I say and get back up to pacing.

“How did that make you feel?” asks John. I have to check on the Shrink 101 manual if this question is the first thing they teach them. But, when I turn to look at him with exasperation, I notice that he actually is leaning over and totally engrossed in what I’m saying, as if to say ‘then what happened?’ Whatever I end up revealing to him, he always manages to keep the ‘I’ve heard it all,’ demeanor. This is different. This is something he hasn’t heard before.
“It knocked the breath out of me, and I disgusted myself! But then Anastasia said, it’s not quite as bad as I know about touching. She said she was ambivalent about it. She just doesn’t like to be punished, but if it’s for fun, she doesn’t mind. She said it depended on the context...” I give out a deep sigh. John makes an impatient sign gesturing with his right hand with the pen as if to say ‘go on.’

“But then she said, ‘show me. show me how bad it can hurt.’ I didn’t want to do it at first! It's like saying 'here's your favorite cocktail! Show me how much you love it!' to a recovering alcoholic. I asked her repeatedly if this is what she wanted. And,” I groan raising my head heavenward as if howling, “I finally gave in, and I spanked her with a belt six times. She didn’t stop me, she didn’t safeword, and once it was over, she didn’t want to do anything with me!" I say in one fast, exasperated, tired breath. "I think she just simply hates me now...” I say sagging like a defeated man. Defeated by life, defeated by love.

“Do you really think she hates you, or is it that particular aspect, that particular need you have that she hates?”

“She looked at me with loathsome eyes, and it would have been better if she hit me, shot me, stabbed me, even killed me... anything but that look, John! I can’t get it out of my head! She looked broken. I’ve broken her. I went after her, but I think if she had the strength she would have pushed me. I spent the rest of the dawn holding her, asking her forgiveness, and praying that she would stop hating me. But what she revealed later was worse than hate...” I say sagging even further.

“What did she reveal?” Dr. Flynn asked with eyebrows shooting up as if this the climax of 'Best of Freud' the miniseries, his voice an octave higher, realizing he cleared his throat and gestured with his hand.

“She said she’s fallen in love with me,” I say with a small voice, completely undeserving of her regard.

“Why do you feel undeserving of her love?” John asks genuinely.
“Look at it John! I make her miserable with what I want to do to her. I do want to punish, but, I think that changed. I will stay away from anything that would drive her away from me. I burned all the belts, and whips and floggers this morning in the fireplace!”

I could have knocked Dr. Flynn with a feather; he just sagged back into his seat looking at me agape.
You did what?” he sounds like he is squeaking.

“I burned them, and burn part of my past with it. I’m ready to sort my shit out for Ana.”
Speechless is not a word that I could associate Dr. Flynn. He always has a professional opinion, or has his shrink quips. He stares at me for a long moment and finally speaks.

“Christian, Anastasia achieved more progress in you in the course of in the last few weeks, than I did in the last two years!”

“Look where I am now. I’ve screwed it up royally! I used to think of her like the ‘Rock of Gibraltar’, invincible, you know... But I’m too damn tainted! I destroyed her! I took her love, and almost shoved it to her face. I got scared John! I’m undeserving of her love!”

I look up as I’m spiraling down again. I sag back down, onto the floor this time.

“Christian!” utters Dr. Flynn as he shoots up to his feet.

“Tell me how to fix this John!” I plead with him on the floor, looking up, a broken man. “I want her back. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make it work...”

Dr. Flynn slowly walks out of his seat. He walks around and grabs one of the pillows and casually tosses it onto the floor.

“I can’t see you on the floor... Are you asking me this as your friend, or as your shrink?” he asks as he lowers himself to the floor near me, but finding the seating option uncomfortable. He shifts.

“As you know, I’m both for you,” he says. I look up. “I need both, John” I reply.

“Well then,” he says, “how about we begin with finding more comfortable seating? I too work out, but it appears, it’s not as often as you do. Shall I sit back in my own seat, while you occupy the couch, Christian? I really am not good at yoga squats,” he says wincing.

A small smile creeps on my face, but disappears before reaching my eyes. I scoots myself back to the sofa, and locating it with my hands I rise up and sit back on it. Dr. Flynn feels a little better with that concession. He gets up, and picks the pillow up from the floor, and goes back to his seat.

John looks at me intently. “I’m asking this question as your shrink and your friend now, and I’ve asked this question before: What are you willing to give up for her? What are you willing to do?”

“Whatever it takes!”

“It’s not specific, Christian. I’m asking again: What are your concessions? You better get all your ducks in a row if you want to work this out, and you have better be determined to see it through,” he says with firm eyes.

“I’m willing go only vanilla if she so desires. I’m willing, hell, I’m scared to go near my Playroom...I’ll give all that shit up if she wants to! No punishment...nothing. I’ll avoid anything that will distance her from me like it's poison!”

Okay... Now, this is the question. Will you resent her for distancing you from the things you’re accustomed, you like, and desire? I want you to think this one hard Christian!” he says looking at me intently. “Because if you’re solely doing this to get her back, you will destroy not only what you could have with her, but perhaps Anastasia as well... irrevocably. In order for this relationship to work, you truly must be a changed man. This is your chance of achieving a personal metamorphosis, from an adolescent to an adult, emotionally. ”

I look up at John. “I died a thousand times since she left me! I feel like there is a gaping hole in my chest." I show him with my hands fisted digging into my chest, my eyes wide. I look at him pleading. "If you have a magic potion to heal it, to get her out of my system, and not because I don’t want to her love, or I don’t want to love her back, but because, I’m so fucked up, I don’t want to taint her, give it to me!
“What you say I’m accustomed, like and desire... I realized... when she looked at me loathing...they were nothing! They meant nothing anymore. Disappeared. Poof!" I make a gesture of disappearing with my hands. "I need her more than my next breath!

So, you’re concerned that all of a sudden, I’d drop Anastasia and go for that shit in my past? Maybe I deserve that scrutiny. Will that need be gone? Maybe not. But I sure as hell will learn to take the temptation out of my way.” I look at my hands, then fix my gaze on the table lamp. It helps to look at the light if you force yourself not to cry. I’ve mastered that. But, my emotional cup is overflowing, my levees are broken. I violently rub my eyes, so they don’t betray me here. Take a deep breath, Grey! I tell myself. “So, you’re asking me, ‘what entails anything?’ to keep her with me. Here’s my answer: It’s exactly just that; anything and everything. Because, I’m in love with her John!(I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston) Madly, soul deep, irrevocably! I love her more than my own life! She is my life.. She’s my fucking soul. I’ve come alive with her. I forget what a piece a shit I am when she’s around me. I’ll do anything to protect her, take care of her, love her, and I’ll compromise any way and shape she wants me to. But she won’t believe me.”

John sighs. “First love,” and smiles. “Well, I can help you with that. I’m so glad you finally realized what I have known all along.”

“But, she hates me.. she loves me too. She hates the way I am, and she wouldn’t even let me touch her. She wouldn’t let me give her a goodbye kiss!” I say with grief.
“How did she look she left?”

“Broken, hurt. I inquired about her from Taylor. He took her home. He said she sobbed all the way home, and wouldn’t let him help her. He said she just stumbled away,” I say my gaze fixed in distance. I feel myself leaving my body again.

“Christian! Focus!” John snaps.
“John! I’m dying every day!”

“Here’s your chance to rectify that situation. Can you give her a few days? This way, she’ll get a chance to sort her feelings out, and you won’t scare her away. Then talk to her. Really talk. Get all your ducks in a row, find out what exactly went wrong aside from spanking of course.”

I know what went wrong. It’s the whole contract thing. That’s what went wrong. A contractual relationship doesn’t work when two people are in love. I put her in a relationship with boundaries... Well, I’ve come full circle. Fuck the paperwork! I’m resolute and determined. I rise in my seat.
“Thank you John,” I say.

“Sure,” he says. “Any news about Leila?”

“Not yet. But, I’ll call you as soon as we locate her.”
I leave John’s office resolute, but still with a heavy heart. How do get through the few days I should give Anastasia. I’m a fucking wreck! But that's what the doctor prescribed. I run back home.

Taylor is waiting by the door, nervous. I eye him. He looks at me wary, concerned. But he says nothing.

“Yes, sir,” he responds.

“Uhm. I need your help with something. Meet me in my study in thirty minutes,” I say. This’ll give me enough time to shower and get dressed.
“Of course, sir.”

In less than thirty minutes, I shower, dress up in my white linen shirt and black jeans. I take a bottle of water and walk to my study. Taylor appears immediately and follows me closing the door behind him, turns to look at me expectantly.

I take a deep breath, and open my mouth. Then close it again. I open it once more.

“Taylor, which florist is the best one in Seattle?” Taylor’s eyes widen, this is the most shocked I’ve seen him.

“Florist, sir?”
“Yes, florist. I want to send roses to Miss Steele for tomorrow to congratulate her on her first day at work.”

“I can do that for you sir,” he responds.
“I know you can, Taylor,” I say exasperated. “But, I want to know how to do it, so I can do it for her,” I say. He tries to hide a smile, but is unsuccessful, finally reigning in her facial expressions, he dons his impassive look.

We surf the web for thirty minutes and we narrow down to three different florists. I call my assistant Andrea along the way, and she too suggests that she can send it flowers for me to its destination. I have to reprimand her too. “Just tell me who the best florist is, Andrea!” scolding her and then I read the names of the three shops Taylor and I picked. She tells me the name of the best one, and I hang up.

“Okay. We know who the best florist is. Now the meanings of roses.”

“Meanings sir?” asks Taylor puzzled.

“Man! You’ve been married before! Haven’t you ever sent roses to your wife with some special meaning attached?”
“Oh!” Taylor says finally the penny dropping. “I’m not sure, but Mrs. Jones might be more knowledgeable on that since women are more focused on meanings of things. I can get her if you like,” he says.

“Ok, get Mrs. Jones.”

A few minutes later, Taylor and Mrs. Jones walks back in. He must have explained to her, and she has a small sparkle in her eyes, but her demeanor is ever professional.

“What sort of meaning are you intending to convey sir?” she asks.

I take a deep breath. “New beginnings, innocence, reverence, honor, purity. Is there a flower that says all of those, or do I have to get a whole bunch of them to mean it that way?” I ask.

Mrs. Jones actually smiles this time.
“There is only one kind of flower that says all of that,” she says, and my eyes brighten for the first time since yesterday.

“Which one?” I ask a little more enthusiastically.

“White roses. Long stem white roses would be best. They also mean ‘young love’ sir,” she says, and though I frown, I can’t keep a smile off my face.

“Thank you Mrs. Jones,” I say dismissing her.

“Anytime, sir,” she says and walks out.

I turn to Taylor. “Okay, how do we do this?”
“Do what sir?”

“I want to place the order for her!” I say frustrated.

“Oh yes, we call the florist, tell them we have a future delivery for tomorrow, unless you want it delivered to her work of course,” he says, and I cut him off.
“No, I want it delivered to her house,” I say.

“Then, we have to make sure that they deliver it to her house at a particular time. They’ll walk you through it sir, and then we pay them through credit card.”
“Easy enough, I can do that,” I say. “Thank you, Taylor,” I say dismissing him. He nods, and I don’t miss the grin as he turns away to walk out.

I call the florist, and place an order for two dozens of long stem roses to be delivered tomorrow after 5:30 p.m. I tell them to check every half hour if she’s not home until the delivery is accomplished. Then I have to convince the woman on the other line that I’m actually Christian Grey because she doubts the name on my credit card. She says “they have assistants to do that for them!” When we finally square that problem away, that I am in fact, the Christian Grey! I make sales clerk type a note in for her. Not too personal, but not too detached either. Just to let her know that she’s in my mind.

Congratulations on your first day at work.
I hope it went well.

And thank you for the glider. That was very thoughtful.
It has pride of place on my desk.


I hope she responds. I hope she understands. I hope she still loves me. I hope she forgives. I hope... Wasn’t it in a movie someplace it was said that ‘Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.’ So, I just hope.
Next, I call Ros.

“Ros, you have priorities tomorrow,” I start as soon as she answers the phone.

“Yes, sir. What are they?”
“We’re taking over SIP!”

“Uhm.. what? What is SIP?”
“It’s a publishing company.”

“Is it for sale?”

“No. It’s not.”
“Is it struggling financially? Would it be a good buy?”

“Not a clue.”
“Ok, Mr. Grey... Christian, it sounds like we started in the middle of a conversation that you must have started sometime, and I caught up only in the middle. Why are we buying this company exactly?”

“Ros! There is a reason why my company, is NOT a public company. Because, I like to have my own way. I want this company because it’s getting stagnant. It could be beneficial later for us. It needs to branch out, and so do we. You will get it for me, even if we have to do a hostile takeover! Then I want all the employee files in upper management, new hires, and everything in-between. It will better be done on Monday. I want everything ready. Offer them a friendly takeover on Monday. If not, I want all of the stocks to be purchased Tuesday. I want this to be over with this week! Do I make myself clear?” I say through gritted teeth. Boss Christian is back with a vengeance.
“Perfectly sir. I’ll have the papers drawn up today.”

“Whatever it takes, do it!” I bark, and hang up.
I will do anything to protect what is mine. Anastasia is mine! Baby, you haven’t seen me fight for you yet! It’ll be spectacular! Because I don’t give up... not when I know you love me, and I love you.

My post-breakup but pre-fight day 2 rolls in with full swing. Ros calls me late afternoon.

“Mr. Grey, we’ve presented the offer to the SIP. Although we’ve offered them more than what their stocks are worth, the company was reluctant to sell. I’m moving into Phase Two.”
“If they don’t agree, let them know that I will buy. every. single. stock available and unavailable. Every. Single. One. Do you get me Ros? I want it all! Not one public stock!” I say enunciating.

“Yes, sir!” she says and hangs up. A small company like SIP will not stand in my way to protect Anastasia. Yesterday I asked the florist to have Anastasia sign for her flowers, and only her, then have the confirmation sent to me the same day. I'm waiting for its arrival like a shipment of gold!
Taylor is ready to take me home after work.

“No Taylor, take me to the Apple store.”

“What kind of apples sir?” he asks confused.
“Not ‘an’ apple, Taylor. The Apple store, as in Macs, iPod, iPad.” I see Taylor going crimson for misunderstanding.

“Of course, sir,” he says.
I want my apology to Anastasia to be sincere, and personal to the highest extent. After shopping for two hours, I purchase two iPads, the newest available; one for Anastasia, and one for me. I’m not always good with words. Sometimes I say things, and put my enormous foot in my mouth which of course would require me to wash it down with a gallon of water! But music had always been a way to express my sorrow, perhaps it can also express my love, and I intend to do that for her with this personal apology.

When we get home, Mrs. Jones informs me that a courier delivered an envelope. I open it as if it’s the most precious cargo. It contains Anastasia’s signature for the flower delivery. I hold it to my chest, clutching it like a lifeline as I walk to my study while the fucking tears force their way to my eyes threatening to fall, and I grit my teeth, put my impassive face on, and make myself scarce from the view of my employees.
I’ve been sleeping with Anastasia’ laptop, Blackberry and now her iPad in my company as I will deliver them back to her soon as I give her a couple more days, if I don’t die in the process that is. Life is fucking hell, and I miss her terribly!

My days have been torturous since Anastasia left. I can’t think anything besides her. I can’t focus. Every place I turn, I see her face. I’m in perpetual night, a horrible place to be, as if she left with my inner light. I can see nothing! I have no pleasure in life, and the gaping hole in me is only growing! I have no sleep, and if I do sleep I wake up after I’m tortured with my nightmares.

I have taken my glider to my work, and it is secured in a nice casing. I took a picture of it yesterday so I can make it a part of my apology to Anastasia. I put that image as the opening background on the iPad, and compiled a selection of songs that reminded me of us. What a simple word that is, “us”, yet with so much force in it. I put the picture that appeared in Seattle Times during her graduation as the main background after she slides the lock open. The playlist I’ve complied should remind her everything we’ve done together.

There’s Thomas Tallis, where I flogged and fucked her with her choice of brown plaited riding crop.

The Witchcraft. We danced around the great room to that song, and I have already fallen for her, just was too stupid to realize.
Bach’s Marcello piece. She’s heard me play that several times.

Jeff Buckley: Lover, You Should’ve Come Over: The lyrics, just speak for me. (←Lover, You Should've Come Over) I hope she listens. I hope she forgives me.
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

Broken down and hungry for your love but no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So I'll wait for you..... and I'll burn
Will i ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my song forever

Well maybe I'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh.... lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done

Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well I'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late

I then select, Snow Patrol’s “Just Say Yes,” because I want her to really, truly forgive me.
But, knowing how fucked up I am, it’s also my plea to her to give me a little room to make mistakes which is why I added, Nelly Furtado’s - Try.

Enigma’s Principles of Lust also provided both of us so much pleasure. The Scientist by Coldplay, and finally to make her smile, “Possession,” by Sarah McLachlan. Butthe crown jewel of all, and she’ll notice it if she knows me well is Every Breath You Take, by the Police.
Knowing how much she loves the British Classics, I purchase her the British Library app so she can read them anytime she wants. There’s of course “Good Food” app, and the standard apps like the news, and the weather.

My heart constricts with fear that it may not be enough for saying “I’m sorry” in all the ways I can, but I just hope. If she hears me out, maybe she can find it in her heart to forgive me.


Before I leave for work in the morning, Ros calls.
“Sir, I don’t think SIP is resistant to a friendly takeover. We have everything ready for the hostile takeover. What are your orders, sir?”

“Do it!” I say firmly. “I want it done swiftly.”

“As you wish sir. I’ll inform you of the progress later today, and if all goes as planned, we can be signing tomorrow.”
“Fine, let me know when you are done,” I say before hanging up.

On the way to GEH, I ask Taylor if he’s been keeping an eye on Anastasia.

“Yes, sir,” he replies.
“She went to work yesterday, and then came home after leaving on a bus,” he says, and my heart constricts anew. It’s all my fault. But I press on. “What else?”

“She hasn’t come out of her place after she went in.”
“What about the bank activity?” I ask.

“She hasn’t deposited her money sir. She still only has about a thousand Dollars,” I groan inwardly.
“Keep checking on her then,” I order.

“Yes, sir.”

Ros calls an hour after I'm at work.
“Sir, everything is done. They’re not happy, but that’s the nature of a hostile takeover. We ought to be able to sign papers today at about 2:00 p.m. Of course, we’d be imposed with a gag order for at least four weeks until everything finalizes and registers.”

Tick tock. Tick tock. The fucking clock is moving, and my heart is combusting as I count the days I’ve been separated from Anastasia. Four fucking days! I’m fidgety, angry, and nervous, and fucking love struck!
“What about the employee files I asked for? Have you sent them? And the server information?” I ask.

“Your IT guy should receive the server information within the hour, and the company doesn’t have a whole a lot of employees, so the employee files shouldn’t be too hard to get to you. Give me an hour!”
“You have 60 minutes Ros! Tick tock!”

“Yes, sir,” she says hurried, and I press the off button on my Blackberry.

When the employee files are delivered to my inbox, my hands shake. I go through the names, and come to the letter S in the list.
“Anastasia Rose Steele”

I stare at her name, and the small picture used for her employee identification. Her all too wide eyes, and an unsmiling face. Almost sad, and forlorn. “I miss you baby,” I say to the picture. I really miss you! (Skipping Stone by Amos Lee)
When I check who her boss is, I see the name, “Jack Hyde.” I immediately dislike the man.

“Let’s see who the hell you are Mr. Jack Hyde!” I mutter under my breath.
I find his file. An Ivy League graduate frat boy. 32 years old maybe. Sharp blue eyes. I dial Welch’s number.

“Welch, Grey. I need you to do a thorough background check.”

“Jack Hyde. Commissioning Editor at the SIP Publishing company.”
“How fast do you need it sir?”

“I needed it last Monday!” I say, indicating he should be lighting a fire under his ass.
“I’ll hop to it then sir. I’ll get back to you within the day whatever I can gather, and I’ll keep searching for more, and give you an extensive one as well. Would that work for you sir?”

“Fine. Just don’t keep me waiting!” I say before I hang up.
By the time I get back to Escala, it’s already 6:00 p.m. But I have already signed the takeover papers, and Anastasia Rose Steele is officially working for me, and much to my relief, now under my protection. I go to my room to change, but I hear Anastasia’s Blackberry ringing at my bedside table. I go and look at who the caller is, and he receives a snort from me.

“Hello Mr. Rodriguez,” I answer the phone.

“Oh, Mr. Grey?” he says surprised after a short pause.
“Anastasia isn’t available. How can I help you?”

“Oh,” he says pausing. “I was wondering if Ana was coming to my gallery opening Thursday.”

“I don’t know,” I say without giving anything away. “I’ll let her get back to you on that. She’ll let you know.”
“Thanks man!” he says awkwardly.

“No problem.” I say hanging up.

I know that she hasn’t deposited her check, so she doesn’t have a car. I start tapping my fingers again like the four riders of the apocalypse in a nervous gesture.
“Anastasia Steele, you are mine baby!” (Umbrella by Rihanna) I hope someone else hasn’t moved in on her. I walk back out of my bedroom forgetting what I was there for, and call for Taylor.

“Yes, sir?” he replies.
“What has Miss Steele done today?”

“She went to work on a bus, and got off at around 5:30 p.m. and went back home on the bus again, and hasn’t left her apartment building since.”
"Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir, I have someone on a stakeout, keeping an eye 24/7.”

“Okay, that’s all,” I reply.


Frustration is paramount! I’m ready to bulldoze and punch anyone on my way, and short with everyone. The lion inside me has grown in bounds within the past few days tormenting me, and ripping my heart apart, day in and day out.
I receive my preliminary report on Anastasia’s boss. What I see is disturbing. He’s accomplished, was successful in school with a scholarship, and has a sealed record. He has been changing assistants every few months. Welch put a note saying that he’s going to look into that, because that usually means he’s either a very unhappy boss, picky, and disturbing, or he’s harassing them. Either way, it can give Anastasia problems.

Ana still hasn’t acknowledged the roses I sent her. Does she know the meaning of white roses? Maybe she doesn’t, but Mrs. Jones thinks that women know those things. Ana, is not an ordinary woman. I hope she understand what I’m trying to say.

I put myself a time limit when I can send her first e-mail about her friend’s opening. Since she already asked me to come with her, and I agreed, this would be a safe topic to write her about. My hands are shaking as I type and I have to delete what I wrote because of repeated misspelling errors.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:04
To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Anastasia

Forgive this intrusion at work. I hope that it’s going well. Did you get my flowers?
I note that tomorrow is the gallery opening for your friend’s show, and I’m sure you’ve not had time to purchase a car, and it’s a long drive. I would be more than happy to take you – should you so wish.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.


I hit send, while sending personal supplications “Please say ‘yes’ baby! Please say‘yes!’"
I look at my monitor blankly. No answer yet. Will she tell me to go to hell? Not to bother her again? That she hates me? I can’t handle the suspense! Please don’t hate me, baby! Please accept it! Please come back to me!

My intercom buzzes.
“What?” I snap, and I can feel Andrea flinch on the intercom.

“Mr. Welch is here sir,” she says.
“Send him in,” I respond flat.

He walks in, and gives me the spiel on Hyde. He’s had so many assistants. And none stuck, or remained in the company, or promoted for another position. Welch went to interview couple of them, and they had nothing but praises for their former boss.
“So, he’s a good guy? Just picky?”

“Well, sir. My gut says, no. Because what both the girls said were almost identical, scripted, no thought process. That makes me think that they were coaxed into that speech should anyone ever ask about him.”

“Harassment," I say automatically.

“Plausible. I have to search a lot more than just two ex-assistants though.”
By the time Welch leaves, I still haven’t gotten an answer from Anastasia. I watch the monitor, as if Anastasia is going to pop out of it.

Finally an answer dings and I sigh with relief.

From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:24
To: Christian Grey

Hi Christian
Thank you for the flowers; they are lovely.
Yes, I would appreciate a ride.
Thank you.

Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP

Her response, and the prospect of seeing her makes me so happy, I could do a cartwheel here in my office!

I type another response to find out when I can pick her up.

From: Christian Grey
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:26
To: Anastasia Steele
Dear Anastasia

What time shall I pick you up?

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Time starts ticking again when she’s not answering. Tick tock. Tick tock. “Ana, please talk to me!” I say to my monitor.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:31
To: Christian Grey

Jose’s show starts at 7:30. What time would you suggest?
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP

From: Christian Grey
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:33
To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Anastasia
Portland is some ways away. I shall collect you at 5:45.

I look forward to seeing you.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Her answering reply is short. But, it’s at least a beginning.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:37
To: Christian Grey

See you then.
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP


My spirit sees a glimpse of hope for the first time in a week. I’m going to see my Ana tomorrow! This is my chance to redeem myself.

The day can’t go fast enough. Nothing I do is speeding the day up. No activity, no business, no problem is big enough for me to forget her or to reach the end of the day to finally see her! My mind is locked on Anastasia. I call Taylor to brief him at work, although we’ve been through this yesterday.

“Is the pilot scheduled?”
“Yes sir. He’ll get Charlie Tango ready. Do the pre-flight checks, and have her running by the time we arrive. I will drop you and Miss Steele off at the helipad after collecting her from work, and drive the pilot to Portland and take him to the helipad there, so he can bring Charlie Tango back. Then, I will collect you around 8:30 or 9:00 whenever wish sir in Portland, then, drive you and Miss Steele back home.”

“Fine. Let’s do this,” I say under my breath. I don’t know whether I heard or imagined Taylor saying, “go get her sir!” Surely, not! I’m too wound up!
I leave work by 5:00 p.m. and we arrive at SIP around 5:20 p.m. The last 25 minutes of me waiting to see my girl is torturous. It’s like a marathon runner who ran the 25 miles, and on the last mile he feels the weariness in his bones, but keeps pushing.

My gaze is fixed at the door of SIP. Taylor exists the car as soon as Anastasia emerges from the door. Some fucker is opening the door for her! Another fucking suitor! Taylor opens the rear door of the car, and I lay my eyes on my love for the first time in nearly a week, and the sight of her makes me I’m furious!
“When did you last eat?” I snap at her as she slides in the car beside me.

"Hello, Christian. Yes, it’s nice to see you, too,” she says making me angrier.
“I don’t want your smart mouth now. Answer me,” I say with blazing eyes.

“Um...I had a yogurt at lunchtime. Oh-and a banana,” she responds evasively.
Taylor slips back into the driver’s seat, and starts the car, pulling into the traffic. That fucker who opened the door is standing out by the entry door of SIP and waving. Anastasia’s waves him back.

“Who’s that?” I snap my patience running out.
“My boss,” she says, peeking at me from under her lashes. I’m so angry, my lips are a tout hard line. The bastard, Jack Hyde! I'll deal with that later...

“Well? Your last meal?”

“Christian, that really is none of your concern,” she murmurs. Oh, how little do you know baby!
“Whatever you do concerns me. Tell me,” I plead. She groans in frustration, and rolls her eyes heavenward; my eyes narrow on her. She finally first stifles a smile, and a giggle burst out of her beautiful lips. My face softens at her reaction, as I feel a smile creep on my lips.

“Well?” I ask, in a softer voice.
“Pasta alla vongole, last Friday,” she whispers, and I’m shattered once again.

I close my eyes both fury, and regret sweep my face. I should have contacted her much sooner. She’s upset and starving herself. She’s lost too much weight, and her eyes are sunken!
“You look like you’ve lost at least five pounds, possibly more since then. Please eat, Anastasia,” I scold.

She stares down at the knotted fingers on her lap feeling reprimanded. I shift and turn towards her, to get a better look at her, to assess her well-being.
“How are you?” I ask in a soft, but worried voice.

Her face falls, her shoulders sag as if she’s buried under the load of the universe, crushed. Swallows hard. “If I told you I was fine, I’d be lying,” she says.
I inhale sharply. She has been feeling the same way I have! “Me, too!” I murmur, and reach over and clasp her hand. “I miss you,” I say softly.

She looks at our connected hands the same sweet jolt going through between us.
“Christian, I –“she say, I cut her.

Ana, please. We need to talk.”

Her face falls again. “Christian, I... please... I’ve cried so much,” she whispers.
“Oh, baby, no,” I tug her hand, unbuckle her, and hold her in my embrace where I have wished her to be since the second she left me. I wrap my arms around her tight, and bury my nose in her hair, inhaling her scent. This is heaven... She’s my heaven, and I had to harrow hell to get here.

“I’ve missed you so much, Anastasia” I breathe, and she finally melts into my embrace resting her head against me. ‘I love you! I love you! I love you!’ my heart whispers, my soul intact, but my mouth silent. (My Love by Sia)

Welcome back to Book II! Thank you for patiently waiting! I have worked through weekend to get this done as well as Monday. I could have cut a little shorter, but I thought you at least deserved a glimpse of them reuniting. Next posting will be Thursday or Saturday. Let's play it by the ear. Training in NY..


Yoly said...

I've been refreshing all day. Thank you!!!!!!

Anonymous said...


Anonymous said...

Another great chapter! Only thing I noticed was the days of the week being off...the show was on Thursday and on Friday is when Ana has drinks with her co-workers...other than that fantastic! I think I am enjoying the books better from Christian's POV than Ana's. Can't wait for your next post.

Deborah said...

That was so amazing! I am in tears because I knew Christian was in pure hell without her. I knew he purchased SIP for his need for her. I am glad you didn't cut the chapter short because I know you won't be able to post for a little while. I will go nuts waiting, and thank you for using my song suggestions...I am smiling from ear to ear too! This is the on fanfic I have read that has truly stayed true to Christian..others either make him too harsh or too have captured him totally! I love all of it. Have a safe trip, but know your fans will be checking daily waiting for the next chapter..I can't wait to read how Christian feels about her portraits!

crystaldarden said...

Awesome, Just like knew it would be! Thanks!

laurenb said...

I LOVED every word!!!! It was delicious!!! Book 2 was my favorite and I couldn't wait to see where you were going to take us!!!! I loved the timeline of each day- getting to see how Christian was feeling, what he was doing!! I cannot wait for more!! I know you have a life of your own....but really I just want you to keep on writing!!!:)

Anonymous said...

Awesome!! I'd been refreshing all day and you didn't disappoint :)

crazy4choi said...

i've been waiting for this since yesterday,it's tuesday here in indonesia... hehehhehe... since u said monday, i've been lingering since my monday....hehehhehe... thanx.... christian really are through the hell and back.....:))

cat675 said...

I have been checking all day. You are a woman of many talents and writing is the peak. Thank you for making this connection for us so that we can see the love Christian has for her and that we know that everyone else knows it as well. I can't wait fr the next update. Thank you again for your dedication to all of us Grey fans.


Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Thank you ladies!
Jen-special thank you for catching that Friday thing. It's very important. I fixed it and updated here. And, I've tried to use your suggested songs, and they worked beautifully I think.

My mind is kind of shooting blanks right now. I've been glued to my computer for translating and writing, and now I'm off to do other things :) I think CG and AS have been integral part of my day, I find myself looking forward to discussing many aspects of their lives. Thank you for that diversion <3

Amarie said... is all that comes to mind....I've been waiting all day for this. Now come to think of it I now know why I was so cranky all day. But now I feel a zen like calm...your writing is phenomenal....anxiously waiting Thursday or Saturday. So hoping it's an early post.

Amanda said...

It's so nice to know that I'm not the only one checking the blog all day for the post (who am I kidding I've been checking since yesterday willing it to appear). Emine you truely were building expectations just like Christian would! LOVED IT! Book two is my favorite so I'm pumped for more. I know you have a life, but thanks for taking time out to do this for all of us, you've truely hit your stride and each chapter is better then the last. Thank you!!!

Anonymous said...

So good, thank you!!!

SunnyDays said...

Gripping! It's amazing how caught up I get even though I know what's going to happen. Book 2 was my favorite too, soooo looking forward to more - as always!

Anonymous said...

Thankyou Emine, I have been refreshing since Monday(it's Tuesday here in Australia). please keep going, I am addicted. I love the pics you include, he is rather yummy. You are so very generous as 8 know the time involved would be lengthy. Look forward to the next post.
Kathy. Australia

Keisha said...

Thank you, Thank you Emine for another brilliant chapter!! I was so excited for this one and the continuation from Book 1. There is so much going on in Book 2 & I can't wait to read it all. You tell Christian's POV so well & I know it'll be fab :)

Anonymous said...

Love it, more please !!!!!

Michelle said...

Simply Amazing!
Thank goodness for the distraction of work…however, all evening I was checking for the new post. I was giddy when I saw it…and moved when I read it. I LOVE how you are telling Christian’s story! I love that he ordered the flowers himself, that he is relentless in his fight to keep Ana safe, and that he harrowed hell to get back to her. I just love it…

You ROCK!! :D

Anonymous said...

i had been coming to the site all day lol.... great i love it.... couldnt stop laughing at taylor saying which apple..... i hope u chose thursday and not sat dont think i can wait til sat

Anonymous said...

Thank you for another amazing chapter. Book two is my favorite and I can't wait for the next chapter. I really appreciate how hard you work to get the chapters posted as quick as possible. Please take some time to enjoy NYC we will all be waiting patiently for you. Love your song selections, I have added some to my playlist.


Keisha said...

Emine, you started book 2 off perfectly! Couldn't ask for better! You have such an amazing way of telling Christian feelings that we all probably feel is right on point and true to what we would invision him saying and feeling. I feel like I've read these books endlessly now and still can't get enough. It's just something I can't explain that's so fascinating about these characters, mainly Christian Grey!

Btw, I agree with you and all of us being apart of the auditions! It's going to be so important with them picking the right people for the movie. I think out of all the characters, that choosing the right person to play Christian is crucial.

Looking forward to the next chapter!

50shadesoflove said...

I feel so sad for Christian for what he went through as a child. I am crying my eyes out. The pain he is going through after Ana left him is so overwhelming. He finally realizes he loves her. Your writing is amazing! I am happy you made the chapter longer than usual. I will wait for your next update!

math chick said...

i like lisalilac was so sad reading his last days with his mom! i knew it messed him up, but i didnot realize the seriousness of the abuse. to read about c.g. basically taken the bull by the horns to get a.s. back was just overwhelming. his determination showed, and i believe that is why he is a billionare because he did not stop persuing his goal until it was achieved be it in business or in love. i knew he missed her, but wow the extend of his pain!

Anonymous said...

OH EMINE!!!!!!
Thats all I really have to say!!! :)


Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

This chapter was very intense. What I wanted to show every critic was the personal horrors Christian had to endure:

Child abuse (the pimp), neglect (mother), rape/molestation (Elena, though it'll take him a while to realize it), adoption (Greys).. So who can blame him if he's callused against the world; the world didn't do anything for him - and he's driven to the point of obsession and wants to be the ultimate controller?

Because, think about it: He had no say on what got done to him, or for him in the past. He's never going to relinquish that control now that he's an adult except maybe for the love of his life. Isn't he lucky that his love is requited?

His redemption is in many folds. He made himself out of nothing practically. He's driven, he craves success, because the alternative is not option for him. Love is hard for him, because he's learned to tend for himself from a young age. He craved love, but it wasn't given to him. So, even after his adoption into a loving family, he shut his senses down and was unable to feel love from his family until this very chapter... He never had any use for it - that is until he learned to fall in love with Ana.

There is so much we can learn from him, and the depth of his character once he allows you to see it, is immense. He's fucked up, but honorable. He's flawed, but so are we, and he's ready to correct his erroneous ways.

This is not a 'politically correct' story. This is a plausible story where these things could have happened; life unscripted, life with it's ups and downs. It's Christian's journey into redemption. We're just along the ride (happy to help).

In a way, I wanted teach the thick skulls (not any one of us of course), the importance of understanding otherness. We can never be a truly educated person if we never check our prejudices out at the door, and try walking in others' shoes. Learn how to make the best of life. Self-righeousness are abound from those who think they know it all (conservative and liberal alike). Bigotry is not limited to one sect, unfortunately.

But, personally, I want to be like my late friend Max. Be young even if I'm 96, and think happy thoughts, and enjoy life while I'm living. The people who don't love are already 3/4 dead. One more shove and they're in their perpetual grave even if they're breathing.

Life may not be the party we hoped for... But, while we are here, we might as well dance.

And of course those of them who wish to spoil our party we have been enjoying here, I have their parting gifts from Melving Udall:

Keisha said...

Well said Emine! Agreed 100%

Anonymous said...

Well, I could not have said better Emine.
And yes I did it and I'm here now just like I said I would be o ver email! I can be a part of the conversation now. :)

Rach (São Paulo, Brasil here!)

Michelle said...

Well said!!!
I love this story because we are given an opportunity to witness Christian becoming…a man…a Man. He is so many things…and you’re right, as we get glimpses of it, his character is deep. This is a redeeming love story. And I’m happy to be on this ride with you and the others…
I can’t say it enough, thank you!

50shadesoflove said...

I agree with you 100%! Very well said! We are along for the ride of Christian Grey! Seeing him become a hurt child to an adult who is able to love because of Ana. Ana was his savior. She was strong enough for both of them. Christian let her into his heart and soul. Love can truly transform someone. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for keeping the love story of Christian and Ana alive!

cat675 said...


I conquer 100%. You can't judge till you wear the shoes you the one you are judging. As an educator all day long I teach about the importance of acceptance. You have to appreciate everyone for whatever they have to offer but most importantly because we are all down to our core human!!!

Anonymous said...

I found your blog last week and could not stop reading!!! The anticipation waiting for your next chapter is sometimes overwhelming, but well worth the wait. Thank You. Well Done!

Unknown said...

Thank-you for this wonderful continuation. I was dying waiting ( much like Christian).

Anonymous said...

So well done, truly enjoying your work and the ease of which you bring us into Christians thoughts.

Thank you! - Liz

Ani said...

Emine!!! You did it again. I am in awe! I cried, I felt Christian's pain, his struggle to become "more" for Ana. The part you wrote when he was young was heartbreaking, the abuse,the neglect, the hunger..horrific. Thank You, Thank You for allowing us to take this journey with you, with Christian.

Anonymous said...

Wow... I love it... I just started reading it yesterday and finished book I and the first chapter of book II... Can't wait for the next chapter...

Tash said...

You never stop amazing me!!!! It was well worth the wait. You captured every heartbreaking moment. I can't wait for the rest. Thank you again babe xx

Unknown said...

AMAZING.. i loved it, my laptop broke so i couldnt read your blog for a week & i was dying to read the last chapters of book 1 & was so happy when i got on & saw you had started book 2..i really loved the bit you did at the begining of when christian was a little boy i thought it was really good & i hope you venture into christians nightmares more :)

Ani said...

I would love it if you posted Book 1 for us to download..pdf and google books...I had planned on re-reading book 1 along side your writing on Christian's's the icing on the cake!!
Hope your sister came to visit you. While I lived in the US I loved when my sister and close friends came to visit from Ontario.
I am not so good at giving suggestions for songs but one of my favourite music to listen to is pianist Yiruma's album "First Love"

Unknown said...

So so so SOOOOO grateful for today's post! Thank you & can't wait for Book 2, Chapter 2!

Anonymous said...

Oh thank God, there is still hope for us! Can't wait fo the next chapter! Oh, life here is fun haha...I'm in a very good mood today and I don't have a clue why, not even the cold can put me down today. It will be simply amazing to have this story in pdf, oh sweety YOU ARE A GENIUS! Have fun in your training haha ... laters! :P


Anonymous said...

Wow I love your version from christian's perspective, I cant get enough and I only found your blog last week!!

I love the relationship between Dr flynne and christian, I can't wait for more chapters on that aspect, I am intrigued to see what the doctor's opinion is of Ana, as you don't really get his "professional opinion" from the books!

Plus I am loving the perspective of elena in your chapters, I would love to see how she reacts at the ball (I can imagine a stalking theme going on here :D) along with the realization that Ana is a lot more forceful and stronger than she looks.

Keep up the good work, I cant wait for your next chapters

Claire (UK) :D

P.S I have song suggestion > The weekend - "High for this"

SunnyDays said...

When I first stumbled upon your blog, I couldn't believe there weren't more people LOVING and commenting on your awesomeness. Now, look! It does MY heart good to see all of this interaction, I can't even imagine what it does for you!

Safe Travels!

cat675 said...


When he sees Ana come down the stairs for the masked ball Michael Buble's version of "The way you look tonight"

ArtfulLee Designed said...

Wow, Emine, just Wow. You never disappoint. I have been waiting for a long enough stretch of time so I can devour this chapter, knowing how good it was going to be, and not wanting to be interrupted :) I cannot stop saying how much I love the way you write from Christian's head. You make it so easy for us to "see" the characters down to fine details. All of your scenarios are so how I envisaged him thinking and I am so glad that you have shown his pain, his inner turmoil and his growing awareness that a happy future is possible for him. The depth of love for Ana that you have captured brings a lump to my throat. Thank you for extending this chapter, it ended at a perfect moment. I am left wanting more (as usual).I think the second book is my favourite too, so I can't wait to see where you take us. Enjoy your break

Deliella said...

So excited to start Book 2. Thanks for keeping the fire ignited. I feel we are a special little club geting our 50 shades fix. And as far as songs....I have always loved this song - Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden. From the Land of OZ.

Deliella said...

Hi. Here are the words to the song I just suggested. I think it is perfect when they are on their honeymoon.

"Truly Madly Deeply"
I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong I will be faithful
'cause I'm counting on
A new beginning
A reason for living
A deeper meaning, yeah

I want to stand with you on
a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me

And when the stars are shining
brightly in the velvet sky,
I'll make a wish send it to heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the
pleasure and the certainty
That we're surrounded by the
comfort and protection of

The highest powers
In lonely hours
The tears devour you

Oh can you see it baby?
You don't have to close your eyes
'Cause it's standing right
before you
All that you need will surely come

I'll be your dream I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do

I want to stand with you on a
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to live like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me

linda said...

well i am off to disneyland early hours friday morning, so i look forward to reading a couple of chapters when i get back ;) thanks again emine! so looking forward to it, will get rid of my holiday blues lol linda x

50shadesoflove said...

It would be great if you make the Book I into a pdf. I also love the idea of the putting the songs into a playlist. I have a song that reminds me of Christian and Ana. It is Kaskade Featuring Mindy Gledhill - Eyes. The lyrics are:
You and I
Could paint the sky together
As the world goes by
We’ll go on forever

Look into my eyes
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Look into my eyes
Oh you will know
There is no surprise, eyes
Because love is plain to see
Look into my eyes

Truth is truth
And time can never leap it
This I know
We will always keep it

Thank you again for letting me part of this group!

50shadesoflove said...

It would be great if you make the Book I into a pdf. I also love the idea of the putting the songs into a playlist. I have a song that reminds me of Christian and Ana. It is Kaskade Featuring Mindy Gledhill - Eyes. The lyrics are:
You and I
Could paint the sky together
As the world goes by
We’ll go on forever

Look into my eyes
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Look into my eyes
Oh you will know
There is no surprise, eyes
Because love is plain to see
Look into my eyes

Truth is truth
And time can never leap it
This I know
We will always keep it

Thank you again for letting me part of this group!

Anonymous said...

After stumbling upon your blog page, I have truly enjoyed your take on Christian and all of the volatile feelings that he experiences throughout the Trilogy. The upcoming chapter(s) is my favorite part when he leaves Jose's photo show, dragging her into the alley and then the conversation over dinner.

Thank you for all of your hard work despite your incredibly busy work schedule. I must ask one question that has been in the back of my mind. Is English your native language? Looking forward to your next installment.

Anonymous said...

After stumbling upon your blog page, I have truly enjoyed your take on Christian and all of the volatile feelings that he experiences throughout the Trilogy. The upcoming chapter(s) is my favorite part when he leaves Jose's photo show, dragging her into the alley and then the conversation over dinner.

Thank you for all of your hard work despite your incredibly busy work schedule. I must ask one question that has been in the back of my mind. Is English your native language? Looking forward to your next installment.

Anonymous said...

I've been following you since about the third chapter of the first book, I make it a habit to check you blog almost everyday and when I see a new chapter it's like Christmas morning to a five year old. I immediately close the page so I can't start reading and get hooked, then I quick go grab a cup of coffee and a sweet pastry and indulge while I read your stories. Thanks so much for this, I realize it's a lot of work and your really great for doing it and sharing it with everyone.

Anonymous said...

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

This was the "more" I was looking for. I was so sad to finish the series and I was pleasantly surprised to stumble upon your blog. The emotion and depth you bring to Christian's POV is awesome. The 2nd book is by far my favorite and I can't wait for the next chapter.

Deliella said...

Emine - here are some more songs for your list to check out. I've picked ones with lyrics so you can see if they are perfect for the story:

Ricki Lee - Do it like that.

Rihanna - Where have you been

Florence and the Machine - Never Let me go.

If I come across more will post. Aussie Chic.

Unknown said...

First of all let me say that I just recently read the books and I couldn't put them down. At the end of Fifty Shades Freed I felt a bit of separation anxiety because it was just so easy to fall in love with these characters. With so little to go on I think you have captured Christian's character. I love the conversations he has with John Flynn, just amazing! I am caught up to you now so I will be patiently be waiting for the next chapter to be as marvelously written as the last. You have a gift and I am a fan! Book 2 was my favorite so I'm looking forward it. I can't wait to see how creative you are when he gets on his knees and submits to her and proposes. My heart broke at that point in the book. Keep up the amazing work!!!

Anonymous said...

Love your blog so much. Please keep up the good work!

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine!
I'm ready! Today is posting day, right? I have been reading so much lately, my days are running together.
I hope your trip to NY is going well. I am headed there on Sunday for the Yankees game.

Anonymous said...

Oh joy!! My friend told me about this blog, and said it was good... she was wrong, it is AWESOME :) It was way more than I expected! Great job.

Laters baby,
Angelica x

Unknown said...

Love your story!! I can hardly wait for the next chapter!! Please don't stop writing!!

Dragonfly_in_nc said...

I keep checking hourly for a new update. LOL Can't wait for it to continue. I am so addicted. LOL

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine!!
I'm concerned. Are u ok? The post is a little late but honestly I don't even care. I just hope all is ok with you!!!

Deborah said...

I finally found the chapter! Again another amazing Job! I love his reaction to the portraits of Ana..very Christian! I can't wait for the next chapter to post, I just love this book!

Anonymous said...

Well Emine..... I hope you enjoy your punishment! :)
I am happy to hear all is good in your world. I hope you enjoyed your time in NY. I was there yesterday at the Yankee game.

Looking forward to your next post!

Unknown said...

Just finished reading all the chapters. They are excellent. I'm so glad I found your blog and will be passing it on to all my "50" friends who, like me, didn't know what to read next. Thank you so much for taking the time to do this! I wasn't sure I wanted A&C's story to continue beyond the trilogy b/c I was afraid something bad would happen, and well, a girl just needs a fairy tale ending. :-) This is so perfect for what, in my head, was Christian's POV. I can't say well done enough!

Would love to hear a conversation between Taylor and Mrs. Jones since they've known him for a while and have been around his former subs.

Can't wait to read more. I'll be here until the end. Thanks for posting every few days or so. Allows me to get some other stuff done as I can't focus on anything else when I know there is more C&A to be discovered. LOVE LOVE LOVE <3

Unknown said...

I love it so much <3

Anonymous said...

OMG, I'm soooooo glad I found you!!!Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

Unknown said...

oooo i so glad 2 kow what christian went throw when he wasnt with ana so sad again well done on another fab chapter x

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Thank you everyone! Thanks Debbie :) Slowly but surely he's maturing.

MrsT said...

you are so awesome. i'm enjoying this very much. makes finishing the trilogy not as depressing

Anonymous said...

I laughed out loud at work .... "What kind of apples sir?” he asks confused"

Thank you for the laugh and the cry!! AMAZING

Anonymous said...

I LOL also at the comment Taylor said about "Which Apples" LOL
Love The work. Love seeing this through Christians POV!

Anonymous said...

The 5 day breakup songs:
Ron Pope - a drop in the ocean
Colbie Caillat - I never told you
Keith Urban - tonight I wanna cry

Anonymous said...


Unknown said...

This has been the best chapter so far. I cried right along with Christian. I just can't get enough of this story. It is like it has a chain and lock wrapped around my heart. I believe this could possibly be one of the greatest love stories of the decade. Keep writing. ;)

GediGyrl said...

Ah-mazing! I couldn't put it down! You totally brought this chapter to life! I absolutely loved it! The emotional breakdown he had, the expressed closeness between he and Taylor and Gayle....just amazing!! Emine you are a gift to Christian lovers of the world!

Ana Flávia Brunet. said...

OMG! esse livro é realmente demaaais =) ele é muito bom mesmo, eu li o primeiro em portugues mas não tem o 2 ainda em portugues não é? voce pretende traduzi-lo? esta de parabens, eu amei o livro!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Oi Ana!
Neusa is translating as fast as she can. She will finish the translation of Book I sometime this month, and then she will start on book II. Don't worry, she'll get there!

Ana Flávia Brunet. said...

oh, I'm glad to hear that, I'm anxious, I thank you =) kisses

Unknown said...

Don't we just all love him! Loving this story more and more....and what a great group of ladies you have following you. Thanks for letting us all be a part!

Unknown said...

I found this a few days ago, and it's taking over my life! I love seeing this story from the other side. It's so moving to see what he's putting himself through. But I wonder that he can't see that his actions are the kind that are most likely to scare her off? Stalking doesn't even begin to describe it! THat whole buying the company thing always scared me senseless. But watching him destroying himself was unendurable -- you really captured that he's so much like a child, still. I've see a little child get like that -- the spiral of worthlessness, the mindless self-destructive behavior, and it shed so much light on his situation. Thank you.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Evie,

I think he doesn't how to have a relationship. Like his shrink said, he's still an adolescent inside. He has a good family, but the damage done to him early on is so ho horrid, the feeling of worthlessness has never left him. Can you imagine not letting anyone touch you until you're 27?

Humans are social creatures. No physical contact is detrimental for us. I have gone through a lot of studies about the adopted children from Russian and Romanian orphanages. They've not been held in arms or hugged when they were little. So, adoptive parents (quite a few of them) had problems reaching their children. Even though the adoptive family was nice, was, loving, something shut down in these children who learned early on that if they cried no one would comfort them.

For those of us who had normal upbringing, it's difficult to understand this. But, having volunteered in abused women and children shelters I've seen similar incidents and I have a lot of empathy for Christian. Adult male abuse survivors are also worth helping.

Unknown said...

"What apples, sir?" You´re seriously hilarious... :D

Dandalion said...

I like your Christian caracter. Somtimes I am realy mad at him and sometimes he is so cute.

Sanna said...

I had to start with Book 2 right after I finished Book 1. Two thumbs up :)

Dandalion, there are times I just roll my eyes (and hoping he doesn't want to spank me for it haha) at what Mr. Grey does and sometimes I'm all "aww".