Hi everyone! I'm back! Sorry I have been away for so long but real life got in the way. This story is only short but I have been working on it for ages but I have like 0 time. I will post a chapter a day until finished and then I wil try to add bonus chapters as the ending is short but thats because I have like 5 other stories I have that are almost complete that I want to post before I write a new one. My new one will (Hopfully) be my longest story so far. I am in love with the plot but I want to get these out before I even begin that one.

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On with the story. It's AU but as always a HEA.

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ANAS POV.

"Mom, have you seen my backpack?" Phoebe hollers at me from the stairs

"It's in the closet in the hall" I shout back and then hurry around the kitchen making us both a coffee before she has to leave for her first day of her new school and I have to get to my new job.

Phoebe my 16 year old daughter and I just moved back to Seattle. I was offered a job at a very prominent publishing company called Grey Publishing after I was head hunted from a publishing company in New York. With the money and the perks Grey Publishing offered me I could not say no so I packed Phoebe and myself up and we made the 3,000 mile drive West. Plus Phoebes father lives here so it will make it a lot easier for him to see her.

Phoebe comes into the kitchen holding her backpack and I hand her a cup of coffee and some toast.

"Thanks Mom. Do I look OK?" She gives me a quick twirl in her outfit of Jeans, High tops and a long sleeve black top with a blue jacket.

"You look great, Honey. Just be yourself and I am sure you will make lots of new friends"

"Mom, you blessed me with good looks and a killer rack. I'm not worried about making friends" She laughs as I swat her with a dish towel.

"Are you sure you know your way to school?"

"Yeah I'm sure. Thank's again for the car. I love it"

"Well it was the least I could do, seeing as how I've ripped you away from all your friends"

"Mom, I had one friend who was moving to Texas and the rest of them were only interested in being my friend because I was captain of the dance team"

"Well I am sure you are going to be the most popular girl at Settle prep before the weeks out. Now you better get going because you don't know what the traffic will be like. Have a great day, Honey. Love you" I give her a hug and walk her to the door.

"Love you too, Mom. Good luck at your new job"

I watch her get into her new red BMW that I bought her and she beeps her horn and waves as she takes off down the road.

I love that girl so much. We are more like best friends than mother and daughter but I do sometimes wish I had her when I was more grown up..

I fell pregnant with Phoebe not long after my 16th birthday.

I had been dating her father all Spring and during the long Summer break, we gave in to temptation and lost our virginity's to each other.

That Summer was one of the best of my life but reality hit when not long into the Fall Semester of high school I found out I was pregnant.

My parents went ballistic. So did his. At first my mother wanted me to get an abortion but there was no way I was getting rid of my baby. Then someone had the bright idea of us getting married. I was just barely 16 and I soon came to realize that the big summer of love, where I thought I had found my soulmate, turned into just another case of a teenage Summer fling.

I refused to get married and insisted that I would raise the baby, with or without the help of my parents.

My mom packed her bags and left me and Ray the next day. She filed for divorce and I have only seen her three times in the last 16 years. My father Ray was my rock. Yes, he was disappointed that his 16 year old daughter had gotten pregnant but he was there for my when Phoebes father could not be.

I graduated high school with toddler on my hip. I decided to stay close to Ray so I enrolled into the University of Washington.

I put Phoebe in day care while I was in my classes and thanks to a very big insurance payout from my birth fathers estate, I never had to worry about money so I didn't need to get a part time job or anything.

Phoebes father was accepted to Princeton on a football scholarship. He was really good but he blew out his knee and had to give it up in his senior year. He moved back to Seattle and started working for his fathers business empire.

He always came to see Phoebe when ever he could but with him being on the East Coast and me the West, his visits were few and far between.

I felt really guilty about moving to New York. He had just came back to Seattle and started spending a lot of time with Phoebe but then I had the offer to work for my dream company in my dream industry and I took it.

I moved to New York when I was 22 and now, ten years later, here I am. 32 years old with a 16 year old daughter, a new house, new job and new opportunity's.

New York was good for us but in Seattle I have Ray just a few hours down the road. Kate, my best friend since we were 4 years old is in Seattle and so is Phoebes father.

We may not be romantically involved but he will always be a part of my heart. I'm not in love with him but I do love him simply for the fact that he gave me Phoebe.

We have tried dating. We were together for about 5 months when Phoebe was a baby and then we tried again when I was 25 and he had to move to New York for the Winter to over see one of his fathers offices.

We can never make it work. Sure, the sex is good but that's all we really had. We speak only when it involves Phoebe. It's just easier. Phoebe does not need her parents arguing every five minutes. It is very hard for me to hold my mouth though when he lets her down, which lately, is more and more.

I am hoping to start dating again soon. I have had a few relationships over the years and for a brief while I had a friends with benefits but I want love.

I want that whirlwind romance that steals your breath and stops your heart. I want someone who I can snuggle with at night. Someone who I can share my hopes and dreams with but most of all, I want someone to love me. I know I have my daughter and god bless her, she worships the ground I walk on but I want the love of a man. Someone who will send me silly messages during the day or someone who will just call me just to hear my voice.

My main and only focus over the last 16 years has been my daughter. That will never change but now she is growing up and will be off to college in a few years, its time to start focusing on me.

I want love and I am hoping I will find that in my Home town.

I grab my car keys and my travel coffee mug and head off toward Grey House and my new job and who knows.

Perhaps I will find Mr Right working away at Grey house.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER

"Damn it!" I shout when my car finally comes to a halt after being shunted forward at the lights.

I do a quick check of myself and thankfully, I am OK.

I slowly get out the car to inspect the damage and I soon wish I hadn't.

My car is totaled. My brand new White BMW that matches Phoebes red one is crushed at the back.

My eyes quickly go to the car that hit me and I immediately run over to give the driver my aid.

"Oh My God just stay there and I will call an ambulance!"

The driver is a guy in his 30s and he has a cut above his eye.

"I'm OK" He looks dazed and confused.

"No you're not. Just stay there. You could have broken something"

His car is crumpled like a coke can. It's a small Audi sports car and it's totaled just like mine.

I hear the sound of the ambulance and frantically wave my hands in the air. I think the car wreck is a give away to where they need to go, Steele!

I am checked over by a paramedic who tells me I have whiplash. He bundles me into an ambulance much to my protests and whisks me off to hospital.

Great! My first day of my new job and I am late!

I am placed in a bed in the emergency department where I have to fill out forms. Ten minutes later I look up when the doors open and the guy who hit me is wheeled in on a bed and placed next to me. The curtain is not closed so I can view him fully.

Damn he's hot!

He stands about six foot three and he has wavy brownish copper hair. He's wearing what looks like a very expensive suit and very expensive watch and cuff links.

His head has been bandaged and he looks like he has two black eyes forming.

"Are you OK?" I blurt before I can stop myself.

His head turns to me slowly and I can see that he is still very pale and shaken.

"I'm fine. Small cut on my head and a couple of black eyes but I'll be fine. Are you OK?"

He looks me up and down and I feel very self aware that my skirt has ridden up in the bed and I'm baring a lot of thigh.

"I'm fine" I wave him off. "A small bit of whiplash"

"I'm really very sorry about your car. I will replace it of course and cover all your medical bills"

"I have insurance for both but thank you anyway"

"I insist I pay. It was my fault"

"What happened? How did you not see me?"

He sighs and then gently sits up in his bed and removes his jacket.

Helloooo MR Pec's!

"I didn't have time to have coffee at home this morning so I stopped at the Starbucks drive through. The incompetent fuckers didn't put the lid on right and it spilled over my leg and I pushed the throttle instead of the break"

"I hate that they do that"

A nurse comes in and hands him the same forms that I had. He takes a pen and looks at it and snorts for some reason.

"My mother works here and everyone knows me" He shakes his head and smirks.

He starts to put the pen on the paper and then crunches his face up. He turns to me and smiles shyly.

"Would you mind filling this in for me? The words are swimming in front of my eyes"

"Sure" I get off my bed and sit in the chair next to his. He hands me the clipboard and the pen.

"OK so first things first. Date and reason to be here" I put the date and then "Motor accident"

"OK now the stuff I don't know. Name, Occupation and date of birth?"

"Christian Grey. CEO, Grey enterprise Holdings. June 18th.."

"WHAT? You're Christian Grey? Oh, Shit"

He starts chuckling when I palm my face.

"Yes, I am. It's unusual for someone to not know me on sight but I guess you've heard of me?"

"Well, technically, you're my boss. Today was supposed to be my first day at Grey Publishing. I called the HR department at Grey House a little while ago and they said I would need to bring in proof that I was in the accident. I guess having the CEO total my car is proof enough. I hope"

"Are you Anastasia Steele by any chance?"

"Thats me"

"I remember my COO Ros telling me about you. We head hunted you from Random House didn't we?"

"Yes. I'm going to be the new Senior Editor of the fiction department. Well, If I still have a job that is"

"You still have a job. Don't worry, I will send HR and email and get everything sorted. Take a few days off with pay and start next Monday"

"I don't need the days off. I feel perfectly fine, Mr Grey"

"Call me Christian and I insist you take the days. I will have a new car delivered to you by the end of the day and I will get all the medical and insurance sorted"

"Thank you, Christian. It's really not necessary but thank you"

"You're more than welcome, Anastasia"

We are interrupted by the door opening and a doctor walking in.

"Christian. are you OK? Kerry just told me you were in here. What happened?"

"Just a fender bender, Mom. I'm OK"

She starts fussing over him and I can tell he is embarrassed.

Another doctor comes in and tells me that I am OK to go home. I grab my bag and turn to my new boss.

"Thank you for everything, Mr Grey. I will see you on Monday"

"Until Monday, Miss Steele"

The look he gives me makes my panties melt.

It's a shame he is my boss because I could see myself riding him in multiple ways.