Hey everyone. It's been a while since I've done a story, but I hope this one will live up to the standards. This plot is loosely based on the film Fifty Shades of Grey. However it's going to be set differently. Also with this fic I am getting help from a friend of mine, who's editing for me, because I am not really confident with my SMUTT which you all know is a big part of the plot for Fifty Shades.

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Fifty Shades of Mr. Brady

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"Ste, are you sure you're okay, because if you're not, I-"

"Ames," He cuts her off, as he laces up his shoes, "I've told you loads of times it's fine."

Amy smiles gently, as she sits down on the couch, letting out a heavy breath, rubbing her large belly.

"Plus, you're close to your due date, we wouldn't want your water breaking in the middle of the interview," he says with raised brows, grin on his face.

She nods, running her hand through her hair, "What would I do without you?"

He walks towards her, "I have no clue," he quips, and kisses her on the cheeks, and rushes towards the door.

"Oi, cheeky!... Did you take the recorder?"

"Got it… I'll see you later, just relax, I shouldn't be too long."

It's pissing out when Ste walks out, dampening his mood. No umbrella and his thin beige coat, is no help in shielding him from the treacherous rain, so he makes a run towards CHEZ CHEZ.

He was only doing it because Amy had always been there for him. She let him live with her when he finally decided to leave his abusive Stepdad Terry and alcoholic mom Pauline, otherwise he'd be homeless. And his shy demur has never really helped with his social life, but he's fine with that. Amy is enough.

On top of being wet and short of breath, his nerves start to kick in when he walks into the club, it's dimly lit, and faint music echoing throughout. Perhaps it hasn't opened yet, he assumes.

"Excuse me, you're the new DJ?" Someone asks from behind.

He turns, and see a petite, gorgeous brunette with a bright smile, dressed in an overly tight red dress, she scans him with her eyes, and licks her teeth.

"Huh, what... No... I am... I am here to see Mr. Brady...for an interview, well not for me, but for my mate Amy Barnes, she can't make it because she's sick," he quickly explains.

"Ahhh, give me one moment, let me check if he's done with his meeting... I am Anne by the way, Mr. Brady's secretary, Mitzeee, for those who don't know me," she says proudly and winks at him before she marches up the steps in her six in heels, he wonders how she can even walk in them. He looks around at the club, he'd come probably only a few times, knew who owned it: Brendan Brady, however he's never seen the man himself. Wonders if all the gossip and rumors about him are true. That he's this big bad business man, with a reputation, as a cold, Irish, and very intimidating man. Hollyoaks is a small village so gossip spreads like wildfire, however unlike most of the folks in the community he's never been interested in gossip, so he's never been interested nor cared about the man.

He's not given much time to ponder in his thoughts as the secretary calls him up.

He quickly checks himself in a mirror hung on the staircase wall before he heads up. He follows her through double doors, down a small hallway.

"Just have a seat," she says, "Would you like me to take your coat?"

"It's fine," he replies as he sits down, but then he changes his mind, realizes how he must look a right mess since its all wet, so he takes it off and hands it to her.

His knees shake as he waits. He pulls out his clipboard from his bag, decides to read the questions Amy wants him to ask, but before he can get to it, the secretary returns, "Mr. Brady is ready to see you," she says and leads him down the a hallway. There's a door that has the name Brendan Brady, written in silver letters.

He takes a deep breath as the secretary opens the office door for him. The mans back is turned, he can only see the back of his head, he's on the phone. One thing is proven right, the man is definitely Irish; accent prominent, and voice deep and gravely. For some reason it makes his skin tingle, and he can't tell whether its nervousness or the latter.

The man ends the phone call shortly after, and turns in his leather chair. Ste is immediately taken aback by the mustache he's sporting, it should be ridiculous, something he'd expect a porn star to have, not a business man, however it somehow strangely fits. He then notices his blue eyes, that are staring through him. But what he's most surprised about is how young he seems, he expected the man to be perhaps over fifty with what he's heard from the his accomplishments.

"Ye not exactly the blonde I was expecting?" He speaks first, in a low drawl, Ste can't tell if he's being sarcastic or serious, because his expression gives nothing away.

"Sorry, Amy couldn't come because she's sick, she's about to have a baby and well I-"

"I don't need summery, have a seat," he says, eyes directing to the wooden seat placed in front of his glass desk, where Ste can see his legs, spread apart. From what it looks the man is definitely tall as well.

"Sorry," he says, as he sits, he already feels stupid in front of the mans presence, definitely intimidating already.

"Well, Steven-"

"It's just Ste," he corrects. He notices the man's cheek tick, "Well, Steven," he drawls out his name thickly, "Ye have only five minutes, so ye get on with," he gestures his hand up, "Whatever it is ye want to ask me."

"Not, me, Amy."

"Makes no difference to me."

"Ummm, is it alright if I record our session?"

"It's fine."

"It's only because Amy wants to, you know, be -"

"I said it's fine," he restates thickly.

Ste nods, he drops his recorder as he tries to retrieve it from his bag, "Sorry I am not good at this," he says as he grabs it, thankful that it didn't break, "Did Amy, explain what the interview is for?" He asks, trying to make the situation less nerving, at least on his behalf.

"She wants to know my secrets to how I've become a successful business man at such a young age…" he says in an overly proud tone. Definitely arrogant.

"How old are you?" It slips from his mouth, before he can stop himself.

The man raises his brows, "Ye asking or is that one of the questions?"

Ste shakes his head in embarrassment, "No… sorry…"

"How old do ye think I am?"

Ste swallows, looks at him cautiously, "Ummm…. thirty one."

The man's upper lip looks like it's about to form a smirk, but it straightens out, expression stern, "Time is ticking, ye only have four minutes left now."

"Oh, right, sorry," Ste responds hastily, grabs his pen and board, he clears his throat, and looks down at the list of questions Amy has given him.

"What do you owe your success to?"

"Hunger," he replies instantly, leans back in his seat, intertwines his long fingers, "When a man is hungry, he'll go to any length to fill that craving, whether it be food, business, or pleasure," he says in a low drawl, making his accent more prominent. His eyes bore into his. Ste has to look down at his board in order to keep himself from flushing. He jots down notes in the empty space Amy left for the answers, just in case.

"In what aspects do you consider your self controlling?"

"I exercise control in all things, Steven."

Ste decides to not look up at the man, so that way he doesn't end up making any mistakes or asking anything stupid. He wants to get it over with, because the man is making him feel uncomfortable and he doesn't like it.

"Do you have any interests outside of your work?"

"Depends, what interests ye referring to?"

Ste looks up at that instant, his eyes locks with his, it's piercing, and so deep. Ste's gaze wavers, "Ummm… like do you ummm play… I mean like go out and stuff?"

He feels utterly stupid and hopes that the man doesn't think he's a nut case more than what he already probably thinks of him.

"Everyone goes out, it's just mine is less frequent."

Ste nods, "So what do you like doing if you have free time?" He asks, and he realizes he's asked a question that's not even one of Amy's questions. He curses himself silently.

"I like to indulge in various physical activities," he answers with a thick but low tone.

"Would your mates say you're open person?"

"I don't have any mates, but if I did, they'd know very little about me, because I like to keep things private."

Ste can definitely see that, he nods in response and inks his paper with more notes, tries to keep it short because he can tell the man is impatient.

"Have your parents played an important role in your success?"

There is a silence for a moment and Ste looks up at the man, his face is somber. Ste's about to say something, but the man suddenly speaks.

"My mum, she died when I was seven. Lived with my da afterwards, where I worked under him in a club back in Ireland till I was fourteen… he was a… tough man… so I grew up faster than boys my age, and it… it hardened me I guess… ye know… business it's all about the power, the control," he says with a hard grin, almost like he's forcing it. It's like he see's pain in his eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a coldness, that makes him look back down at his paper and continue writing the rest of the answers, before going onto the next question.

"Are you in a relationship?"

"I don't do relationships." He answers frankly. Ste's not surprised by that either, especially judging his character. Though Ste's not a promiscuous guy himself, rather quiet the opposite, he's confident that Mr. Brady is one of those men that has a harem of women.

He pauses when he reads the next question, wished he had read the questions when Amy had asked him to before. He swallows, gaze faltering, "Are the rumors about you," his voice lowers, "being gay true?"

Brendan's upper lip twitches, and brows raise, "Do I look gay to ye?" He asks offensively.

Ste shakes his head hastily, with wide eyes, "No, you don't," he replies instantly, because the man looks anything but gay to him. But it makes him wonder why anyone would have thought that in the first place.

"Are ye?" The man asks, throwing Ste off. He lowers and shakes his head, "No…." he answers quietly, but there's a hesitation in his tone.

Ste looks up, "I am not… I've… I've never thought about a bloke like that before," he explains, however the man's looking at him with doubt.

"I've had loads of girlfriends and stuff before, and there's this girl I fancy, so how would I be?" He has no idea why he's explaining himself, it's not like it's any of his business, but there's something about him that makes him speak without thinking. Mr. Brady's looking at him with an intense gaze, he cocks his head to the side, "Ye go to school?" It's not what Ste expected.

Ste shakes his head, "No, just work as a part time chef, at L Gnosh, it's only thing I am good at really, Ames loves me food, says I should open up a restaurant, but don't got the money do I and plus, it's, it's a big responsibility and I…" he stops when he realizes he's going on like an idiot, he's never really opened up like that to anyone, so it makes no sense to him why he is to a complete stranger, one like him of all people.

"Ye close with her?"

"Huh?…" He says confused.

"Amy ye girlfriend?"

"Oh, no," he says with wide eyes, "She's just a mate, we've dated before, but it was a long way back ya know, but not anymore." Mr. Brady, looks like he about to speak, but a sudden knock on the door interrupts them, and Ste can't help but let out a sigh of relief, he's never been one to talk about himself, especially not to someone like Mr. Brady.

"Who is it?"

"Brendan, Simons here to see you."

Ste thinks that his secretary must be close to the man, considering she calls him by his first name, and he wouldn't be surprised if she was Mr. Brady's bit on the side.

"Tell him to wait."

"He says it's urgent."

Mr. Brady lets out a growl, and rises from his seat, revealing his physic. Ste is taken aback by it. He's taller and more muscular than he'd expected. His eyes trail down from the back of his head down his back, but doesn't have time to look, because the man exits the office. Ste curses himself, why is he staring at another man. Ste looks away immediately, when Mr. Brady walks back in, "I am gonna need ye to leave, I've got some business to handle," he says as he grabs his gray suit jacket and throws it on.

"Oh, that's fine, that was the last question anyways… thank you for your time Mr. Brady." He stands up quickly, not wanting to be in the mans way, but ends up dropping his recorder and board in the process. He bends down to grab it, apologizing while doing so. He rises up, his heart starts pounding, when he sees the man in front of him, so close that he can smell his musky aftershave and the heat of his breath.

He swallows, and says, "I am sorry," as he quickly puts his things in his bag.

"Ye got what ye needed?" the mans asks. Ste nods, his words unable to come out.

"Good…" he says lowly, and holds out his hand to him. Ste hesitates for a second before he grips his hand, and it's like an electric volt goes through his body. Ste doesn't realize he's still holding onto Mr. Bray's hand that is surprising soft and warm. Mr. Brady is the one that pulls back, and opens the door for him.

"Thank you for your time," Ste says to him before leaving. He lets out a deep breath when he reaches outside, the cold breeze against his skin feels amazing, because he was feeling overheated inside. He's glad it's over, and he's definitely not going back to see that man ever again.

When he reaches his flat, Amy is still sat on the couch watching TV. Her eyes widen, "You finished already?"

"Yea…" he says as he puts his coat away.

"So how did it go?" She asks excitedly. He shrugs, "Alright, he just answered the questions, and I had to leave because he was busy."

She nods, "Did you record everything?"

"Yea," he reaches into his bag, and hands it to her along with the clipboard. She takes them with a big grin, but it suddenly falters.

"What's wrong?"

"You didn't record anything."

"What… yes I did… I brought it out and I,"

"Did this turn green when you turned it on?" She shows him a tiny light on the side of the recorder.

He pauses for a moment, the realization hits him then, "Oh… fuck…" he runs his hands down his face, "I am so sorry, I thought, I turned it on… I 've wrote down some notes though, that should be enough, right?"

"Ste, I wanted you to record him because there's so much you learn just from the tone of someones voice… It's like you can feel what they're talking about, I can't get that with just notes."

He lets out a sigh, "What you want me to do?"

"Can you go ask him if he can answer them again?"

Ste's eyes widen, "What… Amy I can't do that. He's not just anyone I can go to and be like, you can, you answer all these questions again because my dumb ass didn't know how to turn on the recorder."

"He's not gonna think that, everyone makes mistakes."

Ste just scowls.

"Ste…" Amy elongates his name, "I really need the recording," she stresses in this whiny tone. And she wins, like always. He lets out a heavy sigh, "Fine, but if he doesn't do it, I am not going to push it," he says as he heads towards his room.

"You're the best!" She shouts out.

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It's midnight when he finally decides to hop in the shower. Takes ages to figure out what to wear to the point where Amy tells him to hurry up because the clubs near closing time. He doesn't even know why he's trying to dress nicely, what does it matter, what the man thinks of him. He settles for polo shirt, sweat shirt and his occasional track suit pants, brushes his hair back with his fingers, grabs his bag, and leaves.

Faint music is playing in the background when he walks into the club, his heart pounding for some reason, and he's never felt more nervous and anxious. There are only a few people there, drinking, and about two bartenders working the late shift. He's suddenly an looks around, he spots Anne, Brendan's secretary near the bar. She seems surprised to see him.

"You again, here for a drink?" she asks with a wide grin, leaning against the bar.

"No, actually, I was wondering if Bren… Mr. Brady is here," he corrects.

"Oh, he actually just left a moment ago, did you need something?"

Ste swallows, "It's just, I forgot something my mate Amy wants me to ask, but it's alright, thank you," he says and turns.

"Well, if you want, you can go to his flat, he lives just a few blocks from here," She says. He turns, "I… I don't want to bother him."

"Well, just in case, he's apartment 702 B," she says with a grin, it's as if she knows something, but doesn't put much thought to it.

His minds tells him not too, that it's late and he should just go home, but he finds him in front of his apartment. He tells himself, he's there only for Amy's sake. However he can't control the pounding of his heart. He takes in a deep breath and knocks on his blue door.

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