Darkness could be hiding anything— what exactly, we don't know.
We fear what we can't understand.
Whether it's angry footsteps from the attic or deperate scratching at the bedroom doors, our minds are left to wonder what could be making those noises.
Your are listening to a pleasent tune but that one note—was it off-key?
These impressions are always inline for us to get imprison with.
And I was though, for a brief seconds of long while.
*
A cold shivering dawn of November.
Me, my two friends Kate and Isla were driving along the bridle path of Menchester countryside, Aspull, were in a fair visit to my grandmother.
"Shit, Isla...pull over!" A headlong squall of Kate to all intents and purposes led us to heaven as we got forbidden of hitting a man in a cycle. Damn it Kate!
"Jesus...Kate! what the hell is with you?..." Isla's eyes flared upon at her while I was recapturing my breath "...we almost died, sweetheart!" I didn't know, how? even in fury Isla doesn't fail to cherish.
"Shhh...look at that" Shushing us Kate forefronted us to a hilt enormouse house across the lake we were driving by.
"Woa" We all exclaimed in unison.
"Lets take a peak" In anticipation to I could say anything Isla gearwheel the engine through a long trail of out-of-spring-trees conjucted far-afar. They were not showing off autumn colours, but there were enough discarded newspapers, wispering through the streets like leaves that is felt like we were driving down a country road in a black and white photo. As we were getting closer, the view was getting clearer. A large house covered in gray antique's.
By the time we had parked in front of the gate, my consiousness were giving me non-usual omens. The house was abandoned, as so it seemed. We leaped out of the car and treaded to the prow gate. A signboard hanged above, written Winnerly Manor. Wao, interesting name!.
My finger traced the metal gate, feeling the icy srtucture, the flakes of rust, every little bump and bend.
"Amazing" Kate did her outmost to get the metal gate off the latch. Blessed upon, cracked it.
Good Grace!
"Kate...we should not, sneak in like that!' I hissed poking her aside from the gate.
"Oh no...Ana...we are not sneaking...we are asking...see.." Isla rang the bell button on top of the gate "...hello...is somebody in here..." she paused for few seconds before cladding me "...see no one...so technicaly, we are not sneaking, we are checking...if someone is in there or not" She said and strided through the gate in the Manor premises with Kate. Nossy!
"Hey...its an invasion of privacy..." I go after in avail to stop them but as the distance vanished from the main entry to the Manor I get meld away in the arresting panorama of the house.
It was charming and srtange, colourless with colour! Though, the place looked depressing!
We dawdled encircling the premises. In the absent warmth sundown, the Manor was leaving its shade lasping into cimmerian. I see Kate peaking in through a window. This women!
I shaked my head. This women needs to know everything!
I reached to the third floor casement with my anomalous eyes. The three storey Manor was eminently giant, enfolding a vast plot of land, arresting the premises in extensive round-square cirlce.
The opening of the Manor had the effects of the time gone by. It was rosehood structure and locked. Just as my fingers could caresses it, Kate screeched made me stumble on my own feet.
"Kate! what is it?" Me and Isla scuttled on to her. She was lying on the grass, flat on her back. We vault her to the feet and brushed the dust had muddled up on her clothes.
Uncanny, her lusted eye were fixed to the window she was peaking through. Is there something? The glass was dark with no shimmer lying on. I peaked in through, found nothing. There was only sudden darkness. In the dim evening light, the walls, floor and the ceiling looked same, but the space between them is different emptiness .
"Kate what is it..." Returning myself back to her, I asked.
"I saw something" Her lazy finger entranched in juddering palm gestured to the window. Her orbs moored to the gloaming glass, puffing drasticaly. In-out. In-out.
"But there's nothing" I strocked her back.
"I don't know...something-something hard to describe" She freed herself from me. palmed her head taking the hold with hasty rubs.
"Yeah..." Isla uttred out "...something is, strange about it...I mean...I don't know..." She ran her fingers over her face in a moan of exasperation.
"You might be right..." I circled on my spot, whirling my head in every way up I could "...this place is giving me weird vibes" That place really was. Like it was trying to divulge something. Hybrided crossed lanes waiting for spring were the winter blossoms with no glooms. Empty, naked trees and the out of glance, peculiar atmosphere.
And on the spur of the moment, A long squelching sound came from nowhere. A drawn-out pause. Another squeelllch. Like something heavy being dragged across.
We gaped at each other in utter stillness. A shiver ran down our spine "Did you heard that?" Isla asked, her orbs not withdrawing off the Manor.
"Yeah" Me and Kate exclaimed in unison.
Our phrased eyes were bulling the Manor for something acillary. Our feet perched unstirring until the ray of source fell. We got encapture in verble log. Ignoring the clossal sensation Isla took our hands "Lets go...its late, gran must be waiting for us" She tugged me and Kate out of the Manor premises into the car and drived away to gran's home.
*
"Grannnnnnnn" When we pulled out at Gran's it was a late evening minutes runing and before we were even in, Kate started whooping her lungs out for gran. Don't you dare give her a headach, Kate! I warned in my head.
"Oh! My sweet girls" Like a shimmering snowman could be, all in red came out our dearest of all grandmother. Kate rushed to her encapturing in a tight hug.The ton of joy could be seen in her as if the christmas tree had decided to summon over grandmother.
Isla ran to gran like a lost life puppy and in her embrace.
As she aproached me her profile was jingeling with tears, she traced her hands over my face "My baby Ana...its been so long" and engulfed me into her. Tears threatening to escape, all while, Kate and Isla admiring out emotional-sweet-meet.
"Oh, gran...we are here every month" pressing my lips over her head l clasped her hands in mine and fleed inside.
Gran lived is this cottage house, that have thick walls to withstand the bitter cold weather, small windows, structural pillars, low ceilings and most distinctively a thatched roof, the one and the half storey, immersed in blossoms.
When we got in, we saw three women seated around gran's coffee table in the living room. They all cheered up on seeing us and furnished our hearts desire with sweets and cookies.
Granmother had been living on her own from years. After grandfather took his flight to heaven, she stuffed herself in socializing and meeting new people, making loads of friends. I had seen grandmother and grandfather's love growing as day gone by between them, it was amorous and after the love is lost in pang of heaven crowd, gran had been craving tender in everything. Though, she never aborted to get the surpassing out of anything.
The night was long-drawn-out. Gran and her friends were savouring themself and didn't blunder to bestow the sweets.
*
Kate, Isla and Me were seated by the floor to ceiling window, wallowing a warm-soft coffee. My grand made the best coffee in the world.
Out of sudden Kate rolled out to Gran "Gran, did you happen to know about the...big, house over the east side, across the lake"
Gran gave us her fuddled eye "What house?"
"The...the..." Isla exerted herself to get the name on her tongue as was quite clear by her utterance but unfortunately fizzled.
"Winnerly Manor" I cessated in the middle full-boring her line of words.
Gran gwaped at us for a while like we were out the world. Her spheroid eyes fiddeling and unfiddeling. Kind of craming what we just uttered out. By then all her friend were gone, absconding us here.
"Winnerly Manor...!" She paused andorsing as sipped her tea "...the Trevellyn's used to live there...but they are gone now"
"So...the Manor is aclaimed by nobody?" Kate asked leaning herself over the table, like gran was going to utter out the nuclear formula and its needed to be safe. Damn this women!
"Well, it does is own by them...still...so no sneaking in..!" Gran warned us shaking her first finger left to right. Well, my dear gran, sorry to say...but we kinda already did. All thanks to Kate and Isla. I so wanted to proclaimed my thought out, though, just nodded the head, sizing up her on endorsement.
*
"Hey, I got something..." Drief cold night on the bedtime Kate pranced in between me and Isla on the bed with her lap-top.
"Oh...Katherine..I.Want.To.Sleep.Women!" Isla whinned out menacing herself over at her.
Rigorously ignoring Isla, Kate clapad opened her lap-top "Sleep later...now see this.." She opened a page on Winnerly Manor. And our well-to-will sleep soared away more like The Flash. Eyes poled at the page.
"According to this..." Kate points to the artical "...Winnerly Manor has been left abandoned for thirty five years..." She exclaimed. Me and Isla likely got not bit what to say, figuring on to that Kate continued "...by the Trevellyn, but...now it is own by Christian Grey..."
"The billionaire?" Isla cut her off in question, astonished.
"Yeah..." Kate certified, yet I didn't get so I asked " Who is Christian Grey?" On that their head sharp turned at me, they leaned back distancing between, pupils were outspread at me like I have blew the lid off, I did have kissed the prince of Uk. There was pin-drop silence in the room, least the air ceased to blow.
"Are you from Mars Ana?" Isla breaked the ton of quitness, encompassed the air.
"I'm..." I did get her aflimed act, sincerely.
"Insane..." Kate cut me off before I could go any further "... the billionaire, socialized, trustee of almost every organisation and owns half of the United States"
"Thats too much" I pointed out. What kind of man he is, owing everything.
"Yeah...it is" Isla agreed with me and so my plump-pulm lips curved sideways gathering a grin.
Evertually, Kate could take that "Hmmm...but Ana..." She black gazed at me and I ducked under the blacket.
"I know the...CG...?" It was more like a question than a statement.
"That's the same" They both unison. They were like I didn't knew history of great Britain. Well I didnot really, kind of little bit. Still... they had flewed gone way too away.
"Ok, I get it" I shoved my fingers at Kate's face, getting her off of the glare.
Their figures were quite for few seconds. I opended my mouth though they sharp attached back their head to the lap-tap. I was like...What the fuck
"Now..." Kate scrolled the page and I clutched my teddy under me a little more tighter "...Christian Grey, the billionaire, CG..." Her eyes gave me a black look. I know him...I kinda heard of him. "...grand son of Theodore and Phobie Trevellyn is the owner of Winnely Manor from last three years"
Abandoned for thirty five years and in sudden in hands of someone from last three years. If think as casualy everything looks prevailing, ordinary but deeper suspicions evinced something more. The 'abondoned' pinned over me. Hard!
"And..." Kate continued "...accodring to the sources, the servents used to live there a long while ago. Now its just the securituy gaurd..."
"But...when we got there, there were no one" Isla pointed out matter of factly.
"Yeah..." Kate get on along with her in recollection, eyes snapped at nothing "...and that's the main story..." which is ? "...the people around the Manor who used live there, in the cottages and guest houses..." Kate scrolled down unveiling the sumerged in dawn rays, cottages and gueshouses, they were all looked like going through 1984 times "...the people, had heard and had seen something in the early years when Mr. and Mrs. Trevellyn left for States, leaving the Manor on its own. One by everyone by left its premises...because of the stories...seeing or hearing something" Kate finishes and plumped on the pillow, followed by me and Isla.
"And if the 'hearing-seeing' story is true..." Isla twirled her hair facing Kate "...and you had seen something...so..." So what?
"...so it could be our final assingment" Kate swened up Isla's innergoing thought.
"No!" I protested, knowing full well where they were going.
"Oh, come on Ana...we haven't had a location in forever...its a good oppurtunity" Isla gushed and sits upstraight pulling me with her.
I thought about it for a while. Being a Pshycologist was callous, even to get any patients when we are not working for a particular firm. It was good thought, for assingment and PD.
"Hmmmm...fine..." they both applaud together before I was any further "...wait, we have to have the permission before doing something like this...have to ask the owner"
"Yeah..." They both made the face like they had failed in French test,Christ! "...Christian Grey..." They whirl together and flopped back on the bed.
"We have to meet him" I alluded, squeezing my teddy in my arms.
"I can't step a foot out of country...before fifteen...my passport is sealed " Kate set forth, hasting.
"What" Me and Isla screeched out, eyes veguily stared at her. It was like eveything was out of toing and froing, but us.
"What did you do?" Isla's eyebrow raised over at her. Face professing the chide about to elude.
"I didn't did anything!" Kate take herself up the cudgels, crawling under the blanket.
"Ofcourse you didn't " I sarcast at her and flopped back on the bed eye up at the ceiling. They might had anything and eveything to wrangle for, but me? I was still in the Manor enigma.
"Ok...it was the bank" At last Kate claimed her misconduct. Whatever it was! Blane green eyes, peaking out of the blanket.
"This women..." Isla twirled her head groaning in exasperation. We knew very well, Katherine Kavangh's ball game with the bank. She rended such 'constitutional' rules that the bank had to encapture her belongings until it is paid off.
"Now what..." Isla asked ".…...I cannot go...I cannot miss my classes, very less attendents"
I percepted for a minute about the conditons, and something passably bogged down. I savvied, ought it would not go as I give it blur to be. Though, worth a try.
"I'm about to visit, Dr. Jhon Flinn in washington, the date is not fixed...I could set it up...on Monday?" My eyes lingered over them in question. Air in lungs high pressed out.
And the next thing I knew, they both were hovering over me "Than what are you waiting women...do it!" They kind of place an order on my visage face, all strict like the language teacher. Damn, do not make me remember her! They sit up straight nodding, like a pillar dog. Funny!.
*
We were layed up for the manoeuvre. For Isla and Kate there was no odds for his rebuff as they knew I was a persuader and would end up making the 'Mr. Grey' agee to this.
That was not just the start of our PD assingnment, but something unnatural, over natured.
We didn't knew what might await and thought were prepared for any misfrotune.
Though, were wrong!
*
*
Just as I had said, I was beguiled out of the enormous, twenty storey building 'Grey House' printed on front. On Monday evening.
Suited up people were walking in and out of the building.
It was early evening. All flustered I was gazing up at the building in admiration.
Inhaling the cool sensation around I pulled my cloak tighter and ushered myself in through the glass doors.
Greeted by a pretty blond in the lobby, well dressed- I thought about my choice once more yet reluctantly letting go of it I reciprocated her smiling gesture.
"I'm Anastasia Steele...I have an appointment with Christian Grey" I fleeted.
She smiled "Yes ofcourse...please sign-in in here and take the elevetor to the twentieth floor" I do as she asked me and ramble to the elevetor.
The environtment in here were all white and grey with glass. Too glassy people!
I take the elevetor to the twentieth floor opening in a furnished set of reception.
Two blonds again were livily standing across the receptionist table in efficient.
They acknowledged my presence as I make my way to them.
"I'm Anastasia Steele..." Tracing the edge of the desk I continued "...apointment with Mr. Grey" They mix their eyes to each other than at me. What? Yeah, I'm wearing a dress with sneakers, so what?
One of them look over at the computer. She looked eventually kind as her eyes fell into me.
"Yes...ofcourse...please.." She coveyed me to a double door "...please go through in...Mr. Grey will be just a moment"
The crisp vicinity around was absolute. My hurt thudded. I held my breath. Waiting, for to make the next move. Somehow there was this feeling of stimulating toward an unhackneyed period of voyoge. I knew, that this door would be a life changing cruise for us but what I didn't had perceive was the inflict wretchedness. The excruciated-harrow.
The moment I stepped in, a wave long cessationed aura blustered past me. I inhaled sharply and the door closed behind.
The office was lashing. sensuously cushioned. I proceeded a little forward framing infront of the floor to ceiling glass window giving the beguiling view of Seattle skyline.
There was few paintings around. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary. A desk in the middle with the computer on. Stacks of paper on it. Clean though.
I take few steps back to the door admiring the entire base.
I heard a kind of knock. I turned and got hit by a wall of muscle. It litterary knocked me on my ass and being the clumsy oaf that I unfortunately was, brought the wall of muscle down on top of me. My head hit the floor with thud causing me screwed my eyes shut in pain. When I open my eyes, I was greeted by a beautiful face engraned with copper hair.
Who was laying on top of me!
And judging by the scowl on face, he was angry.
Very angry!
Shit!
"I-I ...I'm sorry..." I never had ever shuttered in my life till this very now. His grey eyes were giving me expanse of convulsion. My sudden thoughts were draped over an un-announced force of enigma.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY DAMN OFFICE?" He hauled out his temperament wrath in upheaved voice. Still lying on top of me! Damnit.
I could feel his breath across my face. His eyes darkened. clasping the shade of eclispe.
"Way to shit bro!..." The door flew opened pairing our gaze over it. A blond. A sterl-gorgeous man was leaning over the door frame. His eyes roaming onto us. "...you finaly got a girl..." He simpered at us, still poised.
I attached my aumtum break pupils to his hunting ones. He matched my endeavour. My atumn orbs lingered inbetween us mirroring him.
As if inrespect, he had got our archaic contrained stance, he tried to leap up onto the feet but got forbbidden by the the strand of my hair interwined to his shirt button, pulling him more into me.
"Woo! Damn!..." The blond man busted a gut of chuckles "...well, I think...our dearest Mother needs to know that you have got a girl..." He stepped forward capturing our blow of pose with the floor in his phone.
"What the fuck Elliot...get out of here now..!" The grey eye-copper hair and as I fixed my gaze on him, my thought of rim took the break in admiration of the beauty he deavoured itself in him, who had just raised the torment over the lungs at the blond. So Beautiful!
"Wo...bro relax ...enjoy your girl..." He take few more clips of us. Me and the beauty behold our sight for split of second than glance back at the camerapoker.
"Elliot...stop it!" It was damn a warning for him as the voice was edge of raised.
"Wo...beautiful girl, beautiful day...you could use the beautiful couch, instead of floor you know..." He livid his sense of ungency and put the unrequired conception "...so did you except his marriage proposal...?" and this time his hunched question landed on me.
"Excuse me...!" My, now turned to winter pupils in the cold atmosphere wide, gaped at him.
"Elliot..." The overlayed man over me accelerated his voice. The door clasped together holding the blond on the other side. Out of sight.
The winter grey— fallen angel, returned the autumn of my pupils as he gazed back at me.
"Will you...?" He gestured to my strand.
"Oh..yes?" I un-interwined it, my orbs staring at his eclipse.
As my mulished hair infullness of time break the contray of meet with his button. He rose up to his feet. Me, still on the floor. Taking in all of him.
He peered down at me. Grasped my hand inclining down and captivated me in his embrace, pulling my hand.
I let myself get the whiff of his enchanting fragrance.
"Are you all right?" His voice was soft. Warm. I nodded and stepped back. All dull, out of his embosom.
His brow uplifted in curiosity. He lead his eclipse from my toe to head. Finally taking land on my atumn.
For a leap I did not knew what was to say. Then it stuck me. Silly Me "Oh, sorry..." I bopped my head, not hard "...I'm Anastasis Steele, I have a meeting with...Christian Grey" I proposed my hand. He took it. That's when it hit me. A feeling. A sensation. I clasped my fingers to his. Tighter. A wave of affliction fled through me. I felt, pain and torment and trauma and...emptiness.
"Chrisrian Grey" I gasped. His firm voice brock off train of reverance.
I rewind what he proclaimed. Fucking freaking fuck! He was Christian Grey!
"I-I...I didn't know you were..." Christisn Grey damnit. How could I get this play out of mind. I did had googled him.
"Yeah...you did not knew, I'm Christian Grey..." He take my sentance on him "...well, please take a seat...as I had said, you have ten minute" Ten minutes? Too short? But, I'll make it!
He walked behind his desk and took his chair. I followed the suit across him.
"So what is it, you want to talk about?" He flopped up to the question.
Not having interest in letting go of a single second I replied "Winnerly Manor"
His eclipse shade widened up with shot up eyebrow "And, what is it, you want with it?"
"I want to leash it, for a week" I plunked on the point.
"Why may I ask?" His orbs, very finely grazing over mine.
"For a serial, investigation" I snapped out my autumn off his eclipse. It's hard to eye-to-eye talk?
"Excuse me...?" He strainghtened up and looked interested.
"I'm in a paranormal pshycological organisation and the mannor seems wierd..."
"In what way...?" He cut me off in the middle. Fingers roaming over the lips, his!
My subconcious was not here, when I most needed her "Well, there is these news about...some..."
"...some credulity, fallacy, witchcraft..." He cutt me off in the middle again. His choice of words and 'wierd' of description, tracked me on bizar'!
"You do not belive?" My brows shot up in astonishment. It was true, for people like him, its hard to belive.
"Miss. Steele..." With elegance, he leave the thorn of his chair and round of the desk. The next minute his pint of the nose was at the trim to touch mine. His frame leaning over mine , hands on the arms of the chair "...I do not belive in such things, they are just stories of the house once was a home to someone"
"I-I uh...I-I um..." My own voice stricked me out as I did not knew what to say. He was very close.
"You are not a journslist?" His eclipse roved over mine
"No I'm English...I-I...I mean, I'm a pshycologist" I utterd out trying to regain the conciousness that had ported in the presence of his stance.
"Pshyco's" His full-plum-beautiful lips muttered under itselfs cold breath and he leaned back. Gathering distance.
"Mr. Grey..." I regained my soul sense "...there had been stories of Winnerly Manor being hunted...and of that fear no one lives there..."
"What is to do with you?" Its like he himself was out conciousness and now had regained as his voice was more professional and hard than before. Hands in the poket of his.
"The organisation I'm in, The Occult Consortium is an organisation of Paranormal investigation and I with my team want to investigate the Manor..."
"You can't!" He hard voice cut mine.
"Excuse me ...?" It was like, my ear could not deduce what he said.
"I'm the owner, Miss Steele and I'm decling" Now he is very much, in foremost me.
"Mr. Grey please try to understand...my friend had seen something in there..."
"You sneaked in...?" His voice was filled with oddity, consternation, was hard and...its hard to say. For the first time in twenty six years a man was getting in my nerves.
"We didn't wanted to..." His brow raised in mock "...okay we did..." lips curved sideways "...its just happened. She saw something..." I wanted to go a little further this time but he cut me off "Must be the security..."
It was this man had his own conclusions for event that never even happened "No being was there, the Manor door was locked, it was the window from..."
"Wait! you entered into my property without permission and peaked in through the window...?" His eclipse darkened, was not even that anymore.
"Thats not the point..." My self-submmited me ingored his "...point is that she saw something and we want to investigate it"
"No!" He was very hard to persuade, yet I had to!
"Come on!" I kind of whined in, my voice was not raspy but clear.
The side of his lips curved, his profile scoured over mine. I felt unvarnished under his eclipse. "Give me a strong reason" After a hard-think-of-minute he clamoured.
Really? Was it not enough about his hounting house news? He still needed more, pretext "Fine!..." My voice was impenetrable "... I'm at the end of the year and I haven't submitted any assignments for the last fifteen semesters and if I did not for this last one I'd fail and lose my PD" It all fell out in a stand of minute, in one breath!
"PD?" More question
I inclined to say 'Google it' though "Paranormal degree"
"Being a ghost" He chucked out. Excuse me!
"No! ..." No my feet mactched his "...It is a license to investigate...we have to ask for permission from the organisation, the church and lot more people but after a PD we will be free"
"Free to abuse people as your wants" His feet clear out the distances inbetween.
He nose was about to get on my trim "No! To investigate. Than a submission will be neccessary. It is to help the needy as we wish to" My delimit turned away from his.
His voice didn't rasped out. It was jist the cold air blooming in. Until "Fair..." His mouth over my ear.
"Should be...Mr. Grey if there is good than there is evil" I backed myself off from him.
"Couldn't agree more" He mirrored me.
"So...?" I step one forward.
Simple as it, he out put "Its a 'No'!"
"Why?" Now I was framing over him, in whine-fury!
"I'm not in a habbit of handing my house to sick strangers" What does that supposed to mean? He settled back himself on his chair.
My feet stanced on the exact spot. He had livid my stoicism. So much of gruelling and nought availed it"Ok, that is enough...what more proof do you require huh? the house is hunted as aclaimed by the people, people has seen and heard something. According to them it is not safe...and must your grandparents knew that is they left !"
"I don't know why they left, dare you judge their insticnts!" His crackled over mine. Structure hard to break.
"I'm not..." calm voice respire"...I just want have you approval" Should I give him my pleaing eye? I thought for split second unassertively let go of it and leaned my frame down over his desk.
He eclipse wrangled with my autum and hard on "On that contray..." he leaned over the table "... you are disapproved!"
It was like 'Titanic' never met with the under-deep of ocean and the movie never was motioned. I so wanted to threw my cold words of disapproval at him but slumped myself "Fine!"
"Ten minutes over..." He leaned back on his chair "...the way their" and gesture to the door.
"Why, thank you Siré, I thought you must not be a close person...but this is way to high...Thank you for your time Mr. Grey" I amassed my bag and feet fell forward to the door frame.
My fingers latched on the door handle "Oh, Your very most wellcome Miss. Steele" His too cripse-soft voice wished-hand.
The door clasped closed!
*
"I do not want to hear anything okay...!" My voice was up high even over the traffic around.
"But Ana..." Kate and Isla were trying hard to get my emotions in impassivity.
"No! This man is filled with disgrace and godawful, a total ass!" My sense were high on its peak of miff.
"Damn shit...women control!" Kate was taking everything breezily after I assert them about my meeting with 'The Great Christian Grey'.
"So, much of convincing ends up with 'No'...fuck, what does he think of himself, he must be a billionaire but not a appreciative one..." My wits were not taking anything frivolously at the constent.
"You should not say like this..." Isla' voice was soft and lukewarm yet not at an adequacy to lean my annoyance down.
"Oh, come on, a child doesn't need so much of convincing that way he need...damnit!" Words lacked me, I didn't savvied what else to vocalize in defame of him.
"Ana, baby...you should not judge somone like that ... " Kate pointed out, all self cool.
"Yeah, I know but...I'm...I'm very angry!" My tooths whined in together. I never failed in any of my task but the dejection was galling.
"Okay, I understand..." This was Isla, all merciful, stressing to mollify me "...still, if you could...?" Yet could not get off the point.
Though, I was done with the meet "No! I'm not going there again, this is it. " I wait by the sidewalk for the traffic lights to turn red.
"Oh, come on...its the last..." Kate wriggle-whine in the background, percievingly I cutt off in the midle "I'll think of something else..."
And furiosly hanged up.
I knew, I should not surmise something about him . Not the first impression is always the last, erratically as the meeting goes a little further, the point of judging is left behind.
But, this was the last! Or so I thought!
His first impression was going to be last as I didn't intented to see his conjecture frame again. Perhaps I was wrong.
A man, people ought to respect, himself was so...dire. I might be wrong I might be right, I didn't gave much thought to it. His first impression on me was inferior and mine was crafted.
Though, there was something strange about him!
I look up. The lights was red and reached up to crossover. I took each step a little quickly yet my day was a bizarre and was about to get a little more as the car bumps bang with me, clasping me in the shade of darkness in daylight!
*
"Should I call the doctor...?" He orbs scrutinizing my wounded arm asked again.
My hard try didn't pushed him off gaurd. Enough my declining he brought me to an ivory tower and want a doctor for a two-to-two inch ripping blood from my arm in a well furnished room.
I was sitting on the bar stool in his kitchen with meds could fit for ten of children.
"No! Its fine" I dejected and go on washing off my arm with somekind of antiseptic liquid. As first he insisted on doing so but I didn't let him.
The sun was down a long while for now and he unforseen my wishes of a doctor "Its not...its..."
"I can take care of myself, Mr. Grey" Verbaly I cut him off, interpreting the the leaking chagrin from my pupils.
"Well, you were not a while ago..." It was like he was not ready to make crooked straighy and rough places smooth.
I wouldn't back down from excepting, I was unconcious but now I was fine.
I put the antiseptic down and framed him, orbs boring in his "That..."
"Mr. Grey, Miss Steele." To my antributed heart's dismay a full suited up man in black sauntered from nowhere.
His eclipse left mine autumn and matched to the now presented man "Taylor" and acknowledged him.
Taylor, that had been said nodded and and acquainted me with my bag "Your bag ma'am"
"Ohh yes..." Hurriedly, I leaped it from him vetted for any missing appraisal of thing. While so as I go my eyes peaked upon on Taylor's, his structure was fixed at the particular spot, gazing up nowhere. Hands on back. His formality was of gauging, so I didn't peter out myself asking "...do you have to be so formal?"
"Its my job!" It was as rapid as of a continues squall of thunder.
I let myself pore over him. Though that couldn't took on for long enough. Jiggeling my head I said "I need to call a cab"
"I prefare, I should drop you to your destination" Taylor seemed on tenterhooks on assiting me. Or so I thought.
Putting the bag asside, I tilted back"Why might be that?"
"Well, aparantly a women like you at this of hour should not be traipsing down the streets all alone, without taking measure" In th fullness of time, when all was said the 'the inferior fallen angel' decided to voice out his thoughts.
My autumn landed into his eclipse"Okay, you, American man, shut it!" Must have never got such imperial defiance from anyone, his brow raise in astoundment. Paying no heed I turned to Taylor "...what am I doing here?"
"Ma'am?" His dubiety was innecessity.
"Its just a scratch and you could have taken me to my hotel as I asked to instead of this..." my hands blow around "...I don't know where?"
"Its my home" Mr. Grey's voice was pituresques, I must say yet vexed.
My pupils roamed upon to him to the vast space. It was ensnaring with a piano reminded of grandmother, she plays really well. Though the penthouse was cold like the unprerequisite snow could frost in anytime soon. It felt like turning away from everything "Home? Rather is lavish prison" My voice shruged.
"Excuse me?" Condense! Surprisingly annoyed his voice was.
"At this high and color so down to aby..." Facing him in high smirking manner "... more like a prison"
He didn't let out anything for few strikes of minutes. On spur of moment he rose up and leaned onto me "However it is my home and I have not allowed you to compliment it!"
"Niether am I..." Distancing myslef from him I mirrored his form. His intimacy aroses somthing out of ordinary in me "...I just need to call a cab"
"Ma'am I..." Taylor's insistent was not logical to me.
"Why?" I asked him expectantly. I could take care of my way on my own. No need of anyone.
"Its late Miss. Steele..." Mr. Grey broke out "...look at the hour" I follow his way of direction, the watch and it kind of was late night strike going on.
Taylor was still. I was jaggering and Mr Grey prompting for me to move on. Abrubtly I cross my hands across my chest "Why should I belive you might not kidnap me and chop me into pieces?"
"He's an ex-mariner" Mr. Grey's eclipse drilled into mine.
Mariner? I took in. My dad was a mariner. And Taylor presented the look of exact as my dad. Calcuting every aspects I could, my concious sewed out "Okay"
My hand thrusted out for my bag but got ceased by him,Christian I must say. His hand took mine in his and ahead on dressing my wound which was long forgotten.
At time he did so I praised him. With nousrished care he was engrossed in his task. Dim light eluminating from nowhere radianced his glory of frame. He looked so beautiful, it should have been illegal. His profile bestowed something divergent. A sweet alurement leaping over. So dazzling he looked.
As he finished his task, handed my bag and clasping my hand walked to the elevetor. All while, my autumn searcing for his eclipse.
I step in followed by Taylor. Christian stood there, out, making the relevance of him to me.
"Anastasia" His voice was soft and craving.
"Christian" Mine mirrored his.
The door closed.
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