My head is spinning. The room is bare, my stomach is hollow, and my mind is fogged. My head has an undeniable twinge all around and every movement makes it hurt even more. It's like I was hit by a truck, or worse. I have no idea where I am or even what time it is. Damn.

I look around my surroundings and see I'm safe in sound in my room, but the overwhelming silence tell me that I'm alone. Although, I don't think I was alone last night…

He has me pinned down, holding my wrists above my head, holding me in place with his body weight completely taking over.

"I'll have to teach you to be quiet, Miss Steele", he whispers as he sinks lower into me. I bite my lower lip at the feel of him…the weight of him…as he sinks in again.

"Christian, please…", I whimper as he circles his hips, filling every inch of me with his motions. I arch my back as his body settles in me.

"Christian…"

"Hush" he orders softly, before rocking his hips and taking me again.

My eyes open and I'm completely submerged in darkness. I groan as my headache takes over and desperately try to sit up. I hold my head as I try to think of what happened last night. It was a party, I think, and me and Kate were celebrating her birthday. Her boyfriend, Elliot, arranged a private room at a local club and invited all our friends—Mia, José, her brother Ethan—and closest family members to celebrate the big twenty-two.

Her parents, as usual, were away on a business trip that led to vacation in Barbados, which doesn't surprise me as they haven't been there since she was two years old. Ethan basically raised her since he was sixteen, taking three jobs in order to provide for his sister and keeping it a secret that he was raising her on his own. Even though they don't always get along, he's still the closest friend she has, apart from me and José, and Mia when she has the chance.

Anyway, we went to the club around seven-thirty and Kate was wearing an emerald green dress. I was wearing a red, strapless dress, and everyone as far as I can remember was dressed up in suits and skirts. Before that…we…we… Gosh, I can't remember. In fact, I can't recall what happened before then; only that moment until I woke up. Not even getting ready for the party.

I vaguely see myself meeting someone on the dance floor, going upstairs, then waking up in my bed just now.

Shit.

I don't even recall how I got home. What did I drink last night? Maybe tequila? Vodka? Whiskey? Fuck! Did I really drink that much? I never get drunk!

What did I do before then? Kate mentioned meeting with someone to arrange for a meeting at a new job since her boss was being an ass, I met with Elliot, and then… Wait, when was that? We were planning it for months and even got a live band to arrive, but I don't even know how we did it in the first place. Gosh, the last few weeks are gone.

A splitting headache makes its ugly return and I decide to find something to quickly ease the pain. As I search my drawers for any sort of painkiller, I notice a small note on my desk that wasn't there last night…I think? Finding some Advil, I take two pills and swallowing them whole, too tired to stand and fetch some water, and shakily pick up the note and attempt to read. My eyes blur at the sight but ultimately, I read what it says.

Thanks for last night.

C. G.

C.G.? C.G… Christian Grey? I hooked up with Christian Grey?

Okay, I have to think this through. I've never forgotten a thing in my life, so no matter what it takes, I'm going to find out what the hell happened the night before…and beyond. Shit, where do I start? Grabbing what little confidence I have, I attempt to piece together the events from the beginning. Okay, to begin…