Fifty Shades Of His Ana

Chapter 1

It was Saturday July 23rd, Ana was putting on her short sleeve mid length dark blue dress. She had on a wide three inch black leather belt and black suede lace up wide high heel boots. Her very long hair was in a messy braid. She was going grocery shopping because she hadn't been to the house in Montesano in a few months and she kept the refrigerator bare.

She has recently graduated with her master's degree in Accounting Forensics, but hadn't heard back from eight out of twenty of the resumes she sent out. Twelve had declined her already. Her father had left her an inheritance, life insurance and their business they built together to keep her comfortable with all her living expenses for the rest of her life through investments. They put honorable people in charge as CEO to help her run everything. She has only used what she needed so far because of not wanting to come off as a pretentious person. She was not hurting for money due to it being several millions of dollars.

Raymond Steele died at the age of forty eight years old from pancreatic cancer. It took his life within six months. Ana was devastated. Her hero, father and the only man she ever loved was gone. That was three and a half years ago.

He left her enough money, properties, stocks and investments to keep her financially secure for her lifetime and her children's lifetime. He trained her in everything he knew from the Marines in self defense, gun handling, survival training and flying small aircrafts like 2008 Cirrus SR22-G3 Turbo airplane, four seater and 2006 Eurocopter EC 120B. She knew how to do maintenance on them from his training and had all the certifications. They were in mint condition stored in a hangar built in the property in Montesano along with a landing pad and small runway clearance and a self contained eco-safe fuel storage.

Her mother dropped off the relationship radar after Ana turned seven and she was soon to be twenty two years old. Her mother had married several men looking for more money back then. Last they heard, she was working on husband number six according to the last background check Ray ran in early 2007. Ray was husband number two and was her father's best friend in the Marines until the day Frank Lambert, Ana's biological father, died from an accident during Marine combat training the day after her birth. Ray loved her like his own because she was all that was left of his best friend and he adored her. He invested everything he knew into Ana from the age of two years old, until the day he died when she was eighteen years old. He was a remarkable father.

Ana grabbed her keys to her 2011 Volvo C70 convertible in white that she just bought. As she was getting in the car in the driveway, she heard the whooshing sound of the blades of a helicopter overhead. Ana knew the engine didn't sound normal. She was looking around in the air for signs of the vehicle.

Suddenly, she overheard a large cracking sound of the top of a pine tree overhead and the splintering of wood. She ran back to the house just in the nick of time as the tree snapped in half and crashed into her car. The helicopter sputtered and balked until it crashed into a clearing in the back of her house in an open field.

She ran in the house and took off her boots putting on her high calf rubber boots. She grabbed her phone and shoved it in her bra. She ran out the door with her knife, first aid kit and crowbar.

She ran out into the field and was assessing the damage and the location of the fuel bladders underneath the bottom of the housing of the fuselage. It had crashed on its passenger side. Which was good as long as the pilot was alone. The blades were mangled and the entire thing was scratched and dented. She didn't smell any fuel leaking. She pulled herself up on the skids and climbed up on top of the fuselage. She put down her crowbar and was opening the pilot's side door and the one behind him. She saw a man unconscious strapped into the pilot's seat in an expensive suit. His head was lolling off to the side. She shoved the door backwards on its hinges and reached in, placing her fingers in his neck for a pulse beat. He was alive, but an electrical charge went up her arm. It was a strange sensation. His face had small glass fragments bleeding down his face and his left forearm was at an odd angle hanging across his body. There was nobody else in the helicopter. She climbed down inside of the backseating area and found the first aid kit on the wall too. She was better able to get at the man from between the seats, being the center one was removed. She tried the radio and it was dead. She reached up looking at what was the most handsome man she had ever seen bleeding or not. She started looking for items to splint his arm with after assessing his visible injuries.