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Chapter Twelve

I walk back to the car with a smile on my lips. The vision of Miss Steele teasingly, revealing the elastic bridge of my underwear pressed against her back. I groan briefly, closing my eyes as my head falls back against the headrest. My hands are clasped round the steering wheel, the whites of my knuckles aching.
There is so much for her to learn, so much for her to grasp the concept of what being a 'submissive' really means. I frown. What can I do to try and convince her that this is the right path to be down? How can I convince myself to move on if she rejects me and doesn't want my lifestyle?
I keep one hand steady on the steering wheel and the other running through my hair, over and over. I'm going crazy. I need to talk to someone. I need… I need… Flynn.

By the time I reach the Heathman, unwanted images clog up my brain. The way she gasped as I entered her; her tooth pressing down onto that lower lip; her hair falling down her back as her head tips back over one of many orgasms.
I pull up to the entrance and hand my keys over to the Valet, with a few strides I walk back up to the best suite this hotel has to offer me. As soon as I'm in the elevator, the deflated energy makes me feel uneasy. Oh god. I pull out my phone and locate Flynn's number.

"Flynn, it's Grey. How soon can you get to the Heathman Hotel in Vancouver?"
"I have a couple of sessions tomorrow morning, I'll leave straight after that."
"Ok." I say my voice breaks as I try to cover the disappointment by a cough.
"What's happened Christian?" Flynn asks, "I haven't heard from you in a few weeks and you've missed your sessions."
"It's something I don't want to discuss over the phone Flynn."
"Ok. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow."

I walk back to my room opening the door; I take off my jacket and throw it across the couch. I run my hands through my hair in a daze of utter confusion. The contract, the way she makes me feel, all the vanilla sex. I'm experiencing things with this woman more than anyone else before in my life. More than Elena, more than any other sub that signed themselves to me. Those girls like Leila and Rosie begging me for more; never had an effect on me. Pull your shit together, Grey. I sigh deeply. Switching on my mac book that is set up on an oak wood table in the centre of the room, Ana needs to do some research into this sort of life; I can't give her more… I just can't. It's not me... It's not who I am.
I find the number for the nearest Apple. I order the latest MacBook Pro and give in Ana's address details to the young woman who is talking on the other line of the phone. As I present my name her voice shakes, I roll my eyes against the phone. I tell the woman I want this to be delivered first time tomorrow morning, 8am sharp. She agrees and says it will be there then. I also ask to set up Anastasia's Me E-mail account. anastasiasteele .
There… done… sorted… All Ana needs to do is research…

I guess that is one load of my mind, what if she doesn't like what she sees? without really experiencing any of it. This girl was a fucking Virgin for christ sake. I shake my head, threating over this now won't sort anything out at all! I have too much frustration building up inside of me; all the vanilla has tamed me in some way. It confusing… this is the first time I've actually had these thoughts; they are unnerving.
I try to take my mind of it, I grab my Mac and feverously begin searching through countlessly amount of emails about work. At 23:14 I begin my first email to Miss Steele.

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From:
Christian Grey
Subject: Your New Computer
Date: May 22 2011 23:15
To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele,
I trust you slept well. I hope that you put this laptop to good use, as we discussed.

I look forward to dinner Wednesday.

Happy to answer any questions before then, via e-mail, should you so desire.

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
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I close the Mac, pushing it away from me, suddenly anxiously for her reply, not at all business like, I smile at the thought, I place my hands on my hips, completely knackered from todays antics… She met my Mother… This girl I am hoping to become my Submissive has met my mother. I should be horrified. Of that side of my life has been introduced into my family. It doesn't seem acceptable, but with Anastasia it is…. If it was anyone else, perhaps not… I have so many questions, so many about myself and Anastasia that I can't hold on to. It's just insane to think of someone, her in particular, could perhaps be something more… No.. No more.. You are not the Hearts and Flowers type. You never fucking will be.

I grab the phone and call down to reception requesting a work out in the morning at 6AM with one of the personal trainers here at the hotel.
As soon as I hang up, I make my way to the bedroom suddenly exhausted, I pull off my clothes and place them on a nearby chair in the room, and soon but not soon enough fall in a restless sleep.

I awake at 5am from the usual nightmare, the short clips of my past including from the crack whore, I don't understand most of it, I guess that's one of the reason that I'm so fucked up. I run my hands over my chest feeling one scar after another, these, and this is what I am left with from my past. I shiver slightly pulling the duvet covers closing to me, trying desperately to fall asleep. But again I know it won't happen. Not now. I grunt frustratingly, yanking myself out of bed. I check my emails and there are a few meetings for me this morning and an email from Flynn saying he will arrive at 12pm.
Enough time for my workout. After breakfast I change into my sweats before heading down to the fitness centre here in the hotel.

By 8.15am I am back in my room sitting at the breakfast table. I am currently on a conference call with WSU over the graduation arrangements for this week. There constant chattering is hard to follow, but as the business man that I am. I agree with what has been said. So far I have discovered that I would be doing a speech after the valedictorian, and that is Miss Kavanagh. Oh what fun… I look towards the clock, on my mac, realising that Anastasia should have received the Mac by now. I frown… If I haven't heard from her in 5 minutes, should I call her? Oh god.
"So what do you think, Mr Grey?"
The director of the university catches me off guard, I apologise and ask him to repeat the question. He is arranging a meal for the faculty after the graduation and has invited me to go along.. well I really should, and find out how my investment is going?
I agree and end the conversation, all of a sudden my e-mail pings. I automatically bring the page up and there lying in my inbox is an email from Miss Steele herself.

I smile slightly as I glance at the words.

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From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)
Date: May 23 2011 08:20
To: Christian Grey

I slept very well, thank you – for some strange reason – Sir.
I understood that this computer was on loan, ergo not mine.

Ana

Sir.. Oh I like that. I hit the reply button.

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From: Christian Grey
Subject:
Your New Computer (on loan)
Date:
May 23 2011 08:22
To:
Anastasia Steele

The computer is on loan. Indefinitely, Miss Steele. I note from your
tone that you have read the documentation I gave you.

Do you have any questions so far?

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

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From: Anastasia Steele
Subject:
Inquiring Minds
Date:
May 23 2011 08:25
To:
Christian Grey

I have many questions, but not suitable for e-mail, and some of us
have to work for a living.
I do not or need a computer indefinitely.
Until later, good day. Sir.

Ana

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From: Christian Grey
Subject:
Your New Computer (again on loan)
Date:
May 23 2011 08:26
To:
Anastasia Steele

Laters, baby.
P.S: I work for a living too.

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
_

I glance at the computer as I send the last e-mail, and I feel that I have to see her… But I have too many meetings, I force Anastasia out of my mind and focus on the work at hand…
I e-mail a few business associates for updates on their business status on both profit and loses. Soon I am in another meeting via video chat over the new possible mergers. I manage through the morning without thinking too much about her, but when I get to my lunch meeting I want to hear her smart mouth.

My mood takes a turn for the worse when the report from the covert security arrives in my inbox, Anastasia has gone to lunch with the photographer fucker. I feel rage boil in me, how can she even want to see him after what he did. I feel like coming after her, to pick her up and drive her back to my hotel room, just to remind her that she is mine. But she isn't yours, now is she, Grey? Not until she signs the contract. I grit my teeth.

The list of meetings are endless, when one ends another begins, I am too caught up in the world of Grey Enterprises Holdings, that I am interrupted by a call from Reception announcing that Dr Flynn has finally arrived. As I end the last meeting I go to greet, John Flynn at the door.

"Hello, Christian. How are you feeling?" he says with a well-mannered British accent, whilst walking into the suite with his suit jacket slung over his right forearm.
"Good day, John. I'm good. How about yourself?"
"I am just fine. So Christian, why the urgency? I know I haven't seen you in over two weeks, but surely this could have waited until you were back in Seattle."
"Well… Since we last spoke, a few minor details of my life have changed." Flynn arches his eyebrows slightly up at me, with my hand I gesture to the couch. "Please, sit."
"Okay, Christian. Enlighten me… what are these details that may seem minor to you? Is it a new submissive?"
"Sort of… Let's just say I have a new Sub in mind yet she is different from the others... I mean she is completely different from the others."
"Different how?" he leans forward slightly, intrigued.
"Her name is Anastasia Steele, I met her about a week ago as she was interviewing me for the WSU Student Newspaper… and she literally fell into my office." I smile at the memory, grinning like an idiot is most accurate. Flynn is looking at me, smiling back.
"Have you talked to this woman about your sexual relationships."
"In detail yes, I have."
"And it doesn't bother her?"
"She doesn't really know anything there has to be about sex, she is… was a virgin." He just stares at me with an unknown look, I have no idea what he is thinking or what the next words are going to be I can trust Flynn. The other doctors' shrinks I've had, I wouldn't confine them in any of this.
"Christian, what are you telling me?"
"Anastasia gave me her virginity,"
"So… why has this all gotten you in a spin?"
"I feel… different, this is more intense that my previous relationships, Flynn. I can't think straight. I'm constantly thinking about her. I even let her sleep in my bed for crying out loud. And the weird part was.. I had no nightmares. Nothing." I glance at Flynn and he studying me carefully. He taps his chin with his index finger and smirks.
"Christian, forgive me for asking you this… But do you think you have strong feelings for this girl? Yet they are strange and completely different from what you have ever felt before… do you think that you are beginning to fall in love with this girl?"
"Love?" I snap, "What possibly makes you think that, John. I have known her for like a week! You can't possibly fall in love with someone that quickly. I can never be in love with anyone. You know that." I glare at him I can't love her. No. "This is just a new type of relationship for me. I've never been in this situation before. Telling a prospect the ways of being a submissive. It's just not natural." I hurriedly get the words out of my mouth, choking over the words slightly.
"Okay, Christian. If that is what you think it is, then you have answered your own question. If you think that this is going to work and help you mentally as well as physically, then by all mends try it. But at the end of the day, you pay me an awful lot of money to give you my honest professional opinion. And to me, you are beginning to get feelings for this girl… you are experiencing things that are slightly 'alien' to you. And that is what happens in life. Not everything can be printed out in black and white. You just need to give this Anastasia girl the benefit of the doubt and trust yourself around her."
I stare at him, taking in the words. I sigh and run my hands through my hair. Fuck… this is some messed up shit.

Registering what Flynn has just said. Give Anastasia, the benefit of the doubt. How am I meant to do that. I shake my head slowly, "ok." The only word that I can produce to clarify the information that Flynn has so quickly analysed.

"Is that all you liked to discuss, Christian or is there more?" he is watching my intently, hate it when he does that.
"That's all for today." I mutter, not showing him I'm pissed off with the so called revelation, Flynn has decided he has made with agreement with Miss Steele.
"Ok, well I'm on vacation for two weeks, taking the Mrs, back to England to visit family, if you need to get in touch with me, e-mail." He nods slightly at me as I lead him to the door. Before he walks out he turns to me, "Christian, don't over think things with this Anastasia, girl. Things always happen for a reason. Message me if you need me." And with that he was gone.

For the rest of the afternoon, the conversation with Flynn is stuck in my mind, that and the fact that I'm still pissed with Ana seeing that shit head of a photographer. Between the emails for various business ventures and clients and small video conferencing, it's now 17:22 and I am aching to hear from little Miss Steele. I close the spread sheet, balance overview, I was working on and I begin an email for Ana.

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From: Christian Grey
Subject:
Working for a Living
Date:
May 23 2011 17:24
To:
Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele,
I do hope you had a good day at work.

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
_

As the minutes tick past I become even more anxious, When did she finish work?
I refresh the e-mail page twice… Still nothing, ten minutes have passed. I tap my fingers hastily along the mahogany table. The frustration building up and up… What If she has changed her mind.. no discussions.. what if what Flynn said was true. FUCK!
I rest my head on the table, overwhelmed, when a ping goes off indicating that I've received an e-mail.

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From: Anastasia Steele
Subject:
Working for a Living
Date:
May 23 2011 17:48
To: Christian Grey

Sir… I had a very good day at work.
Thank you.

Ana
_

Oh thank god, now she has the Mac. She can get down to business and begin the research, I need this… we need this!
The word Sir, sticks out on the screen, a smile eases its way onto my lips. I like it.
I hit reply.

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From: Christian Grey
Subject:
Do the Work!
Date:
May 23 2011 17:50
To:
Anastasia Steele

Miss Steele,
Delighted you had a good day.

While you are e-mailing, you are not researching.

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
_

Though I could e-mail you all night…

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From: Anastasia Steele
Subject:
Nuisance
Date:
May 23 2011 17:53
To:
Christian Grey

Mr. Grey, stop e-mailing me, and I can start my assignment.
I'd like another A.

Ana
_

I glance at the words, oh Miss Steele… I like you playful.

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: Impatient
Date:
May 23 2011 17:55
To:
Anastasia Steele

Miss Steele,
Stop e-mailing me – and do your assignment.
I'd like to award another A.
The first one was so well deserved. ;)

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
_

My thoughts drift to that night, the evidence of her lost virginity on my sheets, the way I felt as her lips wrapped round me. I close my eyes briefly, remembering. When the ping from the e-mail startles me. I click it open.

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From: Anastasia Steele
Subject:
Internet Research
Date:
May 23 2011 17:59
To:
Christian Grey

Mr. Grey,
What would you suggest I put into a search engine?

Ana
_

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From: Christian Grey
Subject:
Internet Research
Date:
May 23 2011 18:02
To:
Anastasia Steele

Miss Steele,
Always start with Wikipedia.

No more e-mails unless you have question.
Understood?

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
_

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From: Anastasia Steele
Subject:
Bossy!
Date:
May 23 2011 18:04
To:
Christian Grey

Yes… Sir.
You are so bossy.

Ana
_

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: In Control
Date: May 23 2011 18:06
To: Anastasia Steele

Anastasia, you have no idea.
Well, maybe an inkling now.

Do the work.

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprise Holdings, Inc.
_

I don't know what to do if after all the 'research' she does, she realises that this isn't for her… what can I do to make this right… to show her that it's not all about pain that the dominant can inflict on the submissive but show a trusting relationship between both parties and its can be very pleasurable. Why do I want this so badly? Why do I feel lost without her… none of this makes sense?
So god damn confused.

I try to relax, knowing that she is researching my life, researching what I do. It's the only thing I know… again I realise I can't do the whole hearts and flowers thing... I properly can't even do that for her. For anyone… I push away from the table, stretching my legs a little and go over to the mini fridge and pour myself a scotch on the rocks. I wait patiently for the next half hour, freeting over the little things, perhaps her not asking anything is a good sign?
1 hour later… still nothing…
1 hour 30 minutes later… getting anxious….

Then I hear a ping in my inbox. I open at the email and everything inside me goes numb.
_
From:
Anastasia Steele

Subject: Shocked of WSUV
Date: May 23 2011 20:33
To: Christian Grey

Okay, I've seen enough.
It was nice knowing you.

Ana
_

I'm still, glaring at the screen. So she thinks it was 'nice' knowing me… I'll show her how 'NICE' I can be.