HI EVERYONE

WELL HERE IT IS, MY FIRST STAB AT A ANA AND CHRISTIAN STORY WITH THEM AS THE MAIN PEOPLE.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YIU ALL THINK AND IF I GET SOME GOOD FEED BACK I WILL POST CHAPTER 2 TOMORROW

BIT OF BACKGROUND INFO.

THE STORY WILL HAVE FLASH BACKS LIKE MY OTHER STORIES

CHRISTIAN IS 28 AND HAS THE SAME BACKSTORY AS IN THE BOOKS BUT HE IS CLOSER TO HIS FAMILY

ANA IS 24 AND HER BACK STORY IS COMPLEATLY DIFFERENT

IT WILL BE A HAPPY EVER AFTER I PROMISE BUT THE ROAD THERE WILL BE BUMPY

THANKS FOR READING, HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY, LET ME KNOW

CHEERS LORNA X

THE TIES THAT BIND US

"Mr Grey, the department heads meeting is in fifteen minutes sir" Andreas voice comes through the intercom on my desk.

Once a month I hold a meeting with the 20 top people in my company. Ive done this every month for 8 years. Last Friday of the month at 3pm on the dot. You could put a million dollar bet on me being at the head of that conference table and 99.9% of the time you would win. Today I am the 00.1% and you would lose your money. Because today, I just don't give a fuck.

"Get Ros to head up the meeting Andrea. I'm leaving in ten minutes I have something personal to deal with"

"Yes Sir"

I roll my eyes at the lie I just told. I have something personal to do? I don't have a fucking thing to do except go home to a big empty apartment. How many people would laugh if the knew that all the great Christian Grey has to do on a friday night is to re-heat the mac and cheese Gail left me and then...well that's it. I don't clean my own dishes So i won't even have the mundane task of that to do. Perhaps I should clean my dish? Oh great now I'm know I'm fucking loseing my mind! I'm having an internal debate with myself over a fucking dish!

When did my life become so fucking boring? I have billions of dollars. Dozens of fast cars. Boats. Jets. Helicopters. So why the fuck am I in this funk?

I've been feeling like this for weeks now and for the first time in my pathetic life I think I am depressed. Last month I made my 19th billion. I sit here and I am worth $19 billion dollars. That's more than some countries. I remember Making a vow to myself when I was about 10 years old that one day I would be rich as shit and then I would go back to Detroit and dance on top of the crack whores grave! Now I don't even want to do that. What's the point? It's not like she can say any thing or do anything.

She's dead. Pure and simple.

I am 28 years old but it is the first 4 years that shaped my whole life.

The earliest memory I have is of the crack whores pimp stubbing a cigarette out on my chest. I think I was like 2 or something. Two years old and a fully grown man held me down across his knee and burned me. I don't know what i did to upset him. Breathed to loud maybe?. It's not the pain I remember though and it's not him I remember. What I do remember is crying and trying to get off his lap and when I turned my head to the side there she sat. My so called mommy. And she did nothing.

No "don't hurt my son". No "Come here baby let me make it better".

She just watched. About 3 hours later she handed me a bag of frozen peas to put on the burn. Thanks mom!

Things got better when she died. Well in most ways they did. By the time someone realised that the crack whore was dead it was 4 days after she killed herself and by that time I was half dead. No food or water for my already under-malnourished beaten and bruised little body meant I could barely move my head when the police broke the door down. I remember not wanted them to touch me but I was too weak to even protest. Not that I would have talked anyway. I didn't talk for 2 years after that day. The only good thing to come out of that day was Grace. My Angel.

The first time I saw her she was wearing a white coat and I truly thought I was dead and she was a Angel. She spoke so softly and was so gentle when she helped fix my broken body. The day after I was admitted I met Carrick and then a few days later I met Elliott. A few weeks later and I was an official member of the family.

I must have been hell on wheels to raise but they stuck by me. Even though I didn't yet talk I was always included in every conversation. Carrick taught me to throw a ball and taught me how to fish and Grace taught me how to play the piano and Elliott? Well Elliott taughy me how to climb on the counter and get the good cookies from the jar on the top shelf.

I may not let a lot of people into my life, Well no one really, But Elliott never gave up on me. Even when I full out rejected him he would just go away for a day or two and then come back at me even harder. He is my best friend, my big brother and in some ways my protector. I know I pay Taylor a small fortune to keep me safe but if I was in a really sticky situation i know it would be Elliott I would call first. If I called Mia for backup I would have to wait for her to choose the right outfit and then the right shoes. It would probably be a week before she was ready.

Despite the fact that she is one of the most energetic in Your face people on the planet I adore and worship my baby sister. Grace and Carrick brought her home one day wrapped in a pink blanket and they sat Elliott and myself down and told us she was our sister and we had to always protect her because we were now her big brothers. Something clicked in my brain that day and for the first time in my life I let myself be loved and i loved in return. I knew Mia couldn't hurt me because she was so small. when she did touch my chest or my back I flinched a little but as the years went on I became immune to her touching me and it didn't burn at all.

It was because of Mia I found my voice. She had been with us for about 3 days and she was on a blanket on the floor gurgling away while I shaked her toys above her when she started to eat her hand. I didnt know she was teething I thought she was hungry and I remembered how much it hurts to be hungry so I ran as fast as I could to the kitchen where my mom and dad were talking and I just blurted out "Mia is hungry".

They both looked at me like I was the greatest thing since sliced bread and then they both cried and patted my head telling me what a good boy I was and I replied "Just feed Mia already"

Things went on fine for a few years and then I hit puberty and went right off the tracks until Elena taught me control. My world came into focus and I knuckled down and became the man I am today. Controlled. Driven. Wealthy. I once heard one of my subs on her cell phone to what I assume was a friend of hers and she described me as being

"richer than Crouses, he looks like Adonis and he fucks like Zeus"

I liked that so much I had it engraved in Latin on my fountine pen that I sign my contracts with. Of course the sub who said it was punished and then our contract terminated. I don't tolerate gossips.

I am pulled out of my musings by my phone alerting me to a text message from Elliott

Hey bro! the wifey asked me to ask you if you wanted to come to ours tonight for pizza?

Well it's not like I have anything better to do

Sure I can be over at 6ish. Do I need to bring anything?

Just yourself will be fine but if you have any Ava won't shut up about (in her words) "unky kwistens choc towes" I have no idea what that is but she hasn't shut up about it since Sunday

I smile thinking of my only niece. Shes fucking adorable. Reminds me of Mia only she is blond. 2 years old and smart as a whip. I spoil her rotten, from Barbie dolls to a custom made mini pink solar powered R8 I buy her everything. She's already a millionair because the day she was born I set her up with a trust fund worth $100 million.

She means "Uncle Christians chocolate toast" Gail was out last week and I made her some. I may have put a little to much on because she went bonkers for it.

That's why she was so wired all night? Kate blamed me! You better fess up tonight bro! Laters!

Elliott was the last person in the world apart from myself that I thought would settle down and become a family man but the second and I mean the second he saw Kate Kavanugh he was a goner.

I was with him the night they met. We were at a club in down town Seattle that I had just bought into and she was being thrown out for slapping a man on the dance floor. She was screaming and shouting and Elliott has always been a sucker for a damsel in distress and he walked her across the road to a diner and bought her a burger while she waited for her room mate to come collect her and they have been together ever since.

They got married 3 years ago after only knowing each other a few months and then they had Ava.

When Ava was born I was honoured when they asked me to be her godfather. I was prouder that day than I was the day I was named man of the year by the Seattle Times. I smiled so much that day My cheeks hurt!

Ana said I could have powerd up Las Vegas with my smile that day.

Ahhhh Ana. Anastasia. Anastasia Rose Steele. The one that got away.

It's been almost 2 years since I last saw her. In fact it was a week after Ava got christened. Last I heard about her was Kate telling me she was living with some loser in Tennessee.

Well I've never met the guy but he must be some kind of loser for letting Ana go. I know Im the worlds biggest loser for letting her walk.

I smile pulls at my lips when I Think of Ana.

She had a smart mouth. A sarcastic comeback for everything. She was disobedient. Sometimes petulant. She would never back down from a fight if she thought she was right, which she was 90% of the time and she had the most annoying habits like biting her lip or rolling her eyes which both turned me on and made me mad.

But Putting all her faults aside...

She was the best damn sub I ever had.