Hello everyone,

I know not everyone will be happy with how the story ends, but I felt that this would be a good stopping point for this plot. As we can probably tell, I'm not very good at writing from Christian's point of view, probably because I'm not a man. But this is my first story. Maybe the next one will be better. Thank you all so much for joining me on this journey. Check out an segment from my upcoming story called A New Maid for Mr. Grey.

Peace, love, and hugs,


I'm walking over to turn his comforter down when my hip accidentally bumps his nightstand. I look down at the exact moment to see his cufflinks roll under the bed. I sigh, get down on my knees, and start looking for them. I see them, reach for them just as a pair of tennis shoes come in through the door. Shit, he's in here! Just then I see a t-shirt fall to the floor.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!" I spring up and cover my eyes with my hand.

"Shit! Who the hell are you," his smooth as silk voice asks.

"I'm Anastasia Steele sir. I'm Mrs. Jones fill in."

"Why are you over there and on the floor?"

"I hung up your suit and I was making your bed when I bumped your nightstand, sending your cufflinks under the bed. I'm sorry sir."

"Well don't be sorry. You've got them in your hand don't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Why are you covering your eyes?"

"When I saw your shirt hit the floor, I figured you wouldn't want me to see you shirtless sir." I hear shuffling on the floor and sense he's closer to me. I feel his hand over mine and feel it being pulled away, but my eyes are still shut.

"Open your eyes Anastasia," he gently orders. I do and meet a pair of beautiful gray eyes. He has wavy copper hair, a well-defined nose, a straight jaw, and full kissable lips that are formed in a smile. He's mere inches away from me and he's still shirtless and before I can do anything to stop it, my cheeks start heating up. "It's nice to meet you Anastasia. I'm Christian Grey." He offers his hand, I take it and feel a spark shoot through me like lightening.

"I go by Ana sir," I squeak out.