A/N: This is my second story on this website, and fair warning - there will be lemons in the upcoming chapters!

July 1st, 12:00pm

The clouds were growing increasingly darker above him. Christian began to regret his decision to leave on his Catamaran, but it was the only way to form a coherent thought after the news he had received. His fingertips gripped the wheel harder as he tried to navigate the growing waves. The wind whipped, and the small rain drops turned larger, splashing against the deck of the boat.

"Shit.." He murmured under his breath as the waves began to splash onto his boat.

Why he had removed himself from the situation and told his security team to leave him alone, was beyond him at this point.

The boat was tipping with each wave, his items sliding from one end to the other. For years he had navigated the sailboat, but now found himself losing control. Control. Why did it feel like everything was slipping away?

"FUCK!" Christian yelled, and moments later found himself slipping, the ocean coming closer and closer.

With a brilliant splash he went down, sinking beneath the water and watching his boat level itself out, leaving him behind.

He silently thanked both Grace and Carrick for making him take swimming lessons, but even as he thought it, he found he was unable to fight the rough waters. He waded, trying to move with the waves as they splashed against his face, filling his mouth with salt water.

Christian turned to see The Grace moving away from him, and he quickly tried to catch up to grab onto the back and pull himself up. The rain pelted his face making it hard to see and breathe.

He grabbed a hold of the bar attached to the stern, and didn't wait for the stairs to release. He hoisted himself up and rolled onto the deck, coughing the salt water out of his lungs. The boat continued to rock with him in it, splashing him over and over, and for the first time in a long time, he felt afraid.

July 1st, 4:00pm

It was hot. Extremely hot. His eyes slowly opened and he blinked away the water that had collected on his eyelids. He was immediately blinded by the sun, bright as could be despite the dissipating rain clouds. Had he fallen asleep? He couldn't remember. He felt his pockets for his cell phone, which would likely be water damaged, but it came up missing.

He stood up, looking around first for his sunglasses, and then to try and figure out where he was.

The water lapped against the sail boat, a soothing noise compared to the storm. Unable to find his sunglasses, he held a hand up to shield his grey eyes and looked around. Water. Nothing but water. No sight of land, no sight of -

He paused, squinting his eyes to see the large floating object.

"Is that... oh shit."

With perfect posture he swan dove into the water and began his breast stroke to move quickly to what he could now see was a woman in a life raft.

The raft bobbed in the water and when he reached it, he was unable to get into it without possibly tipping it over. He was unable to see if the brunette was even alive, but he quickly wove his arm in between the rope and tugged her to The Grace.

The woman lay on the deck of his boat, unmoving. Christian had checked her pulse, which was steady, thankfully. She lay in a green string bikini bottom and a matching top that held in an impressive pair of breasts. He could see her nipples hard beneath the fabric and shook his head to clear the thoughts going through it.

Her eyes slowly opened, revealing a brilliant shade of blue. They clashed wonderfully with her dark brown hair. She blinked at him.

"What... what happened?" She asked, her voice hoarse and dry. "Who... who are you?" She looked around slowly, "Where am I?"

Christian had already grabbed a bottle of water from what used to be a neat kitchen and handed it to her. "Here, drink this. You're dehydrated."

She sipped slowly, coughing at first and then taking the water in large gulps.

"My name is Christian. I found you floating in the ocean." Christian said, kneeling down beside her.

"I.. my, my friends! Did you find anyone else?!" She exclaimed, sitting up and looking around wildly.

"Calm down.. I didn't. But that doesn't mean they aren't okay.." Even though he knew it most likely did. "Calm down. What's your name?"

"Anastasia. Ana. T-Thank you for saving me..."

Christian gave a small smile, though he wasn't sure he had 'saved' her. He had no way to contact anyone and the The Grace was dead in the water. They did, however, have food, water, and a place to sleep.

"You're welcome Anastasia. Now, why don't we get some food in you?" He stood, walking towards the stairs that would lead to the cabin. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she tentatively followed.

What was normally an impressive and beautiful four bedroom cabin, was now a mess. The refrigerator had swung open, leaving food scattered on the floor. Glasses had fell, and the television lay in pieces.

Ana stood in the bikini, her arms tightly crossed over her chest which only enhanced her cleavage.

"Be careful." He said lightly, watching her toe around the glass. He reached into his cupboard, grabbing a protein bar and handing her one. "It doesn't always look like this."

She stayed quiet.

"Okay, well.. if you go into the large room down at the end there are clothes in the dresses. I can't promise they fit, but it's probably more comfortable than that." He eyed her bikini. "I'll be up deck if you need me."

"Mayday, mayday. This is Christian Grey on The Grace. I am currently stranded in open water, and need assistance. There are two of us aboard." Christian spoke in the microphone at the radio. Never before had he needed to make a distress call and he hoped it would be heard.

"Christian Grey... as in Grey Enterprises...?" He heard behind him. Christian turned to see Anastasia, in a large t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. She looked beautiful.

"Yes. That's me."

"How did you end up out here by yourself? Don't you always have security?" She asked him, her arms crossed over her chest.

He immediately looked apprehensive.

"I'm sorry. My friend.. Jose... he's a, ehm, 'photographer' for the tabloids." She lifted her hands to give air quotes.

Christian laughed, "Ah. Well.. it's a long story, but they weren't out here with me." He cursed himself again. "What about you? What are you doing out here?"

She stared at him, green eyes into grey, and thought about her morning.

July 1st, 12:00pm

"HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" Anastasia screamed at the top of her lungs.

She remembered the sky getting darker. She remembered getting back onto the boat and was confused when her friends began blowing up the life rafts. This had been her first boat outing and so far wasn't going that well.

She had gotten into one of the rafts first at her friend Ethan's beckoning, and just as the others began piling in, they were hit with an enormous wave. The raft fell into the ocean with a splash and floated with the waves. She found herself moving farther and farther from her friends who called for her.

"HELP!" She screamed. And no one came.

Or so she thought, until she woke up to be staring into a pair of grey eyes.