The Sound Of You

Disclaimer: This story got stuck in my head and just would not let me go until I put it down on paper. It may be rubbish. You might believe that it stinks after you've read it. But I will feel better once I've let it get out there, wherever there is….

I do not own anything associated with Fifty Shades of Grey or the marvelous works of E.L. James. I just admire her work and love to dream of the what-if's of life. Christian Grey is an amazing character and after watching Fifty Shades Freed, I think a lot of fans will agree with me, we just hate to let him and Anastasia Steele go. So this is my attempt at another telling of their life.

The subject matter is regarding the hearing impaired. I am NOT hearing impaired in anyway. So if I offend someone with this story, it was never my intention to do so. In fact I'm actually trying to research the subject matter so that I can be as accurate as possible.

Also a WONDERFUL woman named Stephanie Osburn, who herself is writing an AMAZING story called "The Donor", has agreed to help me with the medical aspects of this story. So I'll try to be as accurate as possible. But please remember, all mistakes are mine. Thank you for reading!

Hearing, or auditory perception, is the ability to perceive sounds by detecting vibrations,changes in the pressure of the surrounding medium through time, through an organ such as the ear.

CPOV

Why today of all days did I have to be running late. The meeting with the Sierra Hotel investors had been scheduled for two months. Ros and I had been going over their books until late into the night and I was exhausted by the time we quit. Typically, my nights are filled with frightening reminders of my past childhood, but last night I must have been so exhausted that I slept right through my alarm. Had it not been for Gail, my housekeeper checking on why I had not come down for breakfast, I probably would have slept right through the meeting. After a quick shower, I dashed out of my penthouse for work with a "Gail special" breakfast burrito in hand. Barring any traffic delays I would make it to the office with just enough time to look over some last minute notes before the meeting.

But of course the fates hate me and I'm currently sitting in traffic with no foreseeable motion forward insight. "There is an ambulance coming up behind us sir. I believe they are responding to the accident ahead causing the delay," Taylor said as he slowly maneuvered the Mercedes into the next lane to allow the ambulance to pass us. As the roaring siren got closer and eventually passed us, my frustration grew. I was certain to be late now and that frustrated me to no end. I hated being late. I prided myself on always being early for everything. To me, being early showed pride in work and interest in what I was doing. One of my pet-peeves was people who were constantly showing up late for things. It irked me beyond belief.

"I'm sorry sir, with this traffic there's no way we are going to be able to make the office in time for the meeting." Even as Taylor was completing his statement I was already on the phone to Ros to tell her of my delay and to have her reschedule the meeting for an hour later. "Ros, take them to a late breakfast or an early brunch, whichever. Just let them know that I'm on my way and that it will be worth their time to hang around." Exasperated, I hung up the phone and began considering my options.

"Pull into that parking garage coming up on the right, we'll walk to GEH from here," I instructed Taylor. I was going to get to work and I was going to make this deal come hell or high water. I wanted those hotels under my portfolio if it was the last thing I did. The Sierra Hotels were a chain with locations in almost 30 states. With a little refurbishing and a few tweaks in atmosphere and staff, they could easily be transformed into high-end hotels that would rival the Ritz-Carlton or the Four Seasons. To have them under my belt would mean that I could offer the full gambit of entertainment and luxury to customers. I already owned everything from exclusive clubs, airliners, restaurants, and even clothing lines. To own these hotels would really diversify my worth.

Driving into the underground parking structure and luckily finding a remote space against a support wall, I began to gather my things to begin the short walk to my office. I had just come around to the back end of the car where Taylor was removing my gym bag from the trunk, when an old blue VW bug came racing up to the spot adjacent to the one we had pulled in to. It whizzed past me so close that the breeze actually ruffled the bottom of my suit jacket.

"Are you fucking insane?" I yelled at the back of the car, furious, expecting the driver to emerge ready to confront me for addressing their reckless actions. As the door opened, out rushed a petite young woman with a mass of long, chocolate-brown hair. She rushed around reaching for items from the inside as she hurriedly locked her car door. "Hey, I'm talking to you. Do you know you could have killed me the way you came flying in here? Where you even watching where you were going?"

She continued on with collecting her things and stuffing them into her oversized bag, paying no heed to my intense objections to her reckless behavior. "Un-fucking believable. You almost hit me with this hunk of junk and then you have the nerve to ignore me."

"Sir, calm down." I felt Taylor's hand on my arm, pulling me back but after the shitty morning I had already had, this just took the cake. "I can handle this for you. Just head on to the office and I'll be right behind you."

"I don't want you to handle this for me." I fumed, snatching my arm from Taylor's grip. "I want to handle this my damn self." Arrogant bitch, doesn't even have the common courtesy to apologize for almost maiming me with her two-door death trap on wheels. Storming after the retreating form of the young woman who had yet to acknowledge me and my brush with death at her hands, I grabbed her arm and spun her around ready to really let her have a piece of my mind.

They say that when tragedy strikes often your life will flash before your eyes. In that split second as I became lost in the most blue eyes I've ever seen, it wasn't my life that flashed before my eyes it was the future that I only had a split second to enjoy before everything changed.

I hate cliffhangers, but I just wanted to get this out there first to see if there would be any interest? The next chapter will be up by Monday.