I'm woken up with a blaring light of sun. I crack an eye open to find my blinds have been opened. What the hell? I rub my eyes, and tear the bed sheets off my very naked body. My black boxers are left crumpled on the floor next to my now wrinkled dress pants. I slide them up and go over to my dresser to throw on a old t-shirt.
My grumbling stomach leads me going into my kitchen, but I smell food already being cooked. Ms. Jones is already up? My eyes become much clearer and I find black hair instead of blonde. The young woman is standing with her back to me, obviously frying something onto the stove. I make a fake coughing noise, and she jumps. Brown eyes light up with my appearance and she's only wearing my was missing white button shirt.
"Good morning! I'm making breakfast." I remain still, and somewhat stoic towards her. She notices and her face drops. "You don't remember me or my name, do you?"
To be completely honest, I couldn't remember a single thing about her. Where I met her or how she got back to my place with me, let alone her name. Figuring, it would be rude to say this despite her probably already guessing it, I excuse myself to go into my study. I try to remember anything about last night, but come up empty. I had more to drink than I've realized. I'll text Elliot.
*What did you do to me last night?*
I press send, and decide to even ask Taylor what made me forget everything that happened.
*You wake up with another lady in your bed, little brother?*
This wasn't exactly the first time I've had this happen to me. In fact, this happens to me all the time. I'm just not the committing to a relationship kind of type. All I want from women is sex, and then say goodbye the next day, never seeing them again. It sounds awful, but this is how I like living my life. I work long hours for my company, and don't like dealing with coming home to a whiny girlfriend complaining not making time for her. If it means forgetting the woman the next morning, so be it. But drinking the night before makes it much more difficult to remember exactly what happened, and sometimes I become the asshole.
I finally excuse myself from my study, and enter back into the kitchen. Whereas, I find the black hair woman already dressed in her own clothes and being yelled at to leave.
"Get the hell out of my house!"
"I didn't know Christian Grey had a girlfriend!"
"Well, he does. So get the hell out!" She scurries out into the awaiting elevator, and disappears from my sight forever. My best friend for five years joins me by the kitchen counter, and snatches some cooked bacon.
"You're seriously going to eat that?" I raise my one brow, and she rolls her eyes.
"It's not like she poisoned it." I take a seat at my breakfast bar, while she continues to eat more. She glances up at me, finding that I'm already staring at her. "What?"
"How did you know that I needed your help?" She shrugs.
"Taylor called me, he said you would need my help when you'd wake up."
"How nice of him."
"I agree! Just say you're lucky to have both of us in your life."
"No, I think I'm good." She rolls her eyes again, and I shake my head.
Anastasia Steele was a pain in the ass. Constantly, rolling her eyes at me, but being an great friend to me. She's the only girl I've never tried to get into my bed. Five years ago I met her through my baby sister, Mia. Then we became best friends at first sight.
"Well, since I'm craving more than just bacon, I'm going to get a real breakfast. Care to join me?"
"How about you go to our usual place to grab us a table. And I will meet you there." She nods, and reaches for her purse.
"Sounds good to me. Don't take too long, I'm starving."
"I never do." Ana sarcastically laugh.
"You take the longest showers known to man."
"Bullshit! You do." I accuse back to her.
"Absolutely not. I'm in and out in a flash." I walk her over the elevator, and Taylor is already standing there holding the elevator. "Even Jason will agree with me!"
"It's Taylor, and stop it."
"Aren't I right, Taylor?" Ana says his name with emphasis. He looks between her and me. She bites her lip, trying not to smile. Meanwhile, I'm left with my usual straight, serious face. Taylor looks to her, and slowly nods. Of course, he gives into agreeing with her. "Ha! I'm right."
"Taylor, you're fired."
"I'll go pack my things, sir." he replies, knowing I'm not fully serious. Ana is laughing while entering into the elevator.
"I'm always right, Grey."
"In your dreams, Steele." The doors close, and she's gone from my view. My shower is calling my name to wash away the random girl from last night.
I somehow beat Ana to the restaurant, and I'm immediately given a table. Since we come here very often, I don't need to read the menu. The waitress appears again for what seems like the hundredth time.
"Would you like anything else?" she asks, bashing her eyelashes at me. Also, I notice she has made her breasts much more revealing.
"I'm fine." I say, gritting my teeth. Finally, I see Ana entering. The waitress decides to stand in my view, practically shoving her breasts into my face.
"You know, Mr. Grey, I finish in an hour so I was thinking maybe we could-"
"Sorry, I'm late." Ana cuts her off, sliding into the booth across from me. When the waitress still doesn't get the hint, Ana snaps her fingers in front of her face. "Excuse me, I would like blueberry pancakes and English Twinning tea. And he'll take a Spanish omelette with some more coffee. And honey, he's not interested so move along."
She becomes flustered, and scurries into the back, almost knocking over a busboy. I stare over at Ana to find her on her phone, probably sending a text to Kate or Mia. She finally looks up to find my very much amused face.
"What?" she asks, placing her phone away.
"How did you know I wasn't interested?" I smirk, and she shrugs.
"I have seen you with enough women to know when you're interested, and when they won't back off. So I thought I'd set her into her place." I nod, and take a sip of my coffee.
"Why were you late?"
"Kate had a feminine problem and asked me to stop by to assist her."
"Can't you just say she got her period?" I tease, and she cringes.
"You know I dislike that word."
"I don't understand why." I chuckle.
"I have my reasons."
When Ana's drink arrives to the table brought by an waiter, I know the showy breast waitress asked to change serving this section. Ana greedily grabs ahold of her tea and takes a much needed sip, but she sticks out her tongue afterwards.
"Too hot?" She nods, and takes a huge gulp of the complimentary ice water.
"Ah, better. So what did you and Elliot do last night?" Ana asks, beginning to laugh when I shut my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.
"I honestly don't know. He begged me to meet him out for drinks to watch the Mariners game, and one drink became too many."
"And ending up not remembering the so called woman in your kitchen." She adds, and I shrug. "Well, always be prepared when hanging out with Elliot. We both know what he's like."
"Never again." Our food is brought out to us, and Ana becomes giddy over her blueberry pancakes. I roll my eyes at her childish antics and dig into my food.
"What are your plans for tonight?" Ana asks, savoring each bite she takes.
"Working in my study." She scrunched up her nose in distaste.
"You're boring."
"Fine. What about you, wild child?"
"I'm going out with Mia and Kate."
"Oh, great. Triple trouble." I tease.
"Don't be such a hater."
"Well, just don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Like get with someone and don't remember who they are the next morning? Oh wait, you've done that!" I roll my eyes.
"You're a pain in the ass." She shrugs.
"Get over it." Ana scoots out of the booth, and rises.
"What's with the whole black outfit attire today?" I eventually notice before me. Her adorning a black sweater with skinny black jeans and black booties. Even her purse is black.
"I'm feeling dark today." she mutters, going through her wallet to find money.
"Yes, I can see. And I've got the bill covered."
"Let me at least leave the tip." I take her wallet from her hands before she can remove the ten dollar bill from it.
"No." I order, raising her wallet in the air so she can't reach and she struggles on her tippy toes to grab it.
"You're incorrigible!" Ana stops trying, and starts walking towards the exit. Once, I meet her outside she's holding out her hand for her wallet. "Thanks for breakfast, you ass."
"My pleasure." I smirk, placing it back with her.
"Well, you go have fun being boring tonight."
"I always do."
"Right, Grey." Taylor pulls up with my car, and she starts backing up into the opposite direction.
"Want a ride to your car?"
"I'm actually going to stop by the vintage bookstore down the block. So I'll text you later." Ana says, waving to Taylor in the car.
"Laters." She stumbles a bit walking away. "Be careful where you're walking, clutzo."
"Shut up!" Ana speeds walk down the street. I slide into the car, and decide to humor her a bit. Taylor drives close up by the curb, slowly. I order him to honk, making Ana jump.
"Hey, baby. Need a ride?" I ask, rolling down my window. She raises up her hand to flip me the bird.
"You're so annoying." She jogs off into the store, and I'm left chuckling as I drive off to work.