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Leila could barely hold her tears as she exited Anastasia Ste…wait..Grey's office. Leila muttered to herself, in a voice strained with tears slowly dropping on the side of her face. "It is actually true…. its actually true. Christian Grey fell….in love. It wasn't with me, it was this girl."
Leila Williams had been a submissive to Christian Grey, CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings for nine months. During this time she had given in to his every whim, his every demand, and had succumbed to his dark desires that she had succumbed to herself. Now, here he was. Seattle's most eligible bachelor, married, to a woman who in her opinion, was ordinary…perhaps as ordinary has she had been. Leila herself had been a student at WSU studying Art. Art had been a passion that had drove Leila in life, a passion that in an ironic twist of events had led her to the Christian Grey. She can recall how they came into contact in play-by-play motion.
Seattle, 1-1/2 years ago…
"Leila, you are absolutely amazing! This abstract is stunning and honestly I can't even express how freaking fabulous you are!"
My face instantaneously lifted up and I didn't want to toot my own horn….but yes…I think a big pat on the back was well deserved.
My best friend, my sister from another family, my confidante, the brown haired green-eyed beauty that has the body of a Victoria Secret model, Olivia Manning, continued the showers of praises of my talent to all our friends and people that had come to view my first showcase of some of my most inspired, treasured pieces. "Leila, I wish you nothing but the best, my love! You inspire me and make me want to eventually become something..um….what that is I don't know. Help me figure it out tomorrow!" I laughed till my sides hurt at Olivia's attempt at making more compliments while feeling the intense effects of the champagne making numerous rounds among us.
Since Olivia was indisposed at the moment and my other colleagues were making rounds at the different pieces being shown that night I decided to check out other pieces from my "competitors" and perhaps succumb to Olivia's level as this was definitely a night to celebrate. I walked towards a piece by Matilde Guerrera, an abstract painter who painted pictures depicting lost love, heartache. I couldn't lie, they were stunning. They moved me in a way that I could feel the pain of the woman in the painting. I stood in front of the painting, staring at it, wanting to solve the problem of the woman in the painting yet laughing at myself as it was just a painting and that I had indeed succumbed to Olivia's "level."
A voice that sounded soft yet strong asked me "I see that this piece has struck you most profoundly." I spun around to see whom this voice was and was shocked to find a man, dressed in a grey Armani suit, with striking grey eyes talking to me! "
"I'm sorry sir, I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you. My name is Leila Williams, I have a showcase featured here tonight." Despite the presence of this gorgeous man whom Michelangelo in all his brilliant artistry could ever conjure up a piece that would compare to him, I felt relaxed, natural.
He held out his hand, "Pleased to meet you Ms. Williams, My name is Christian Grey."
"Its my pleasure, Mr. Grey."
Wanting to prolong my conversation with this beautiful man I continued to add to conversation.
"Mr. Grey, have you been to a showcase before? I would be more than happy to show you around and actually can introduce to you one of the artists personally…myself!" I giggled at my attempts at being flirtatious. Apparently Christian Grey found this amusing and exhibited a chuckle that made my insides do a backflip.
As I proceeded to speak a hand grabbed my arm with such ferocity and Olivia's voice broke through my heavenly encounter.
"Would you excuse us a minute Mr. Grey."
Olivia led me to the back of the room. "Do you know who you are talking to Lele!"?
"Yes, an amazing sculpted David from Heaven in which you are completely ruining my life at this moment!"
"Lele, that is Christian Grey, Seattle's most eligible billionaire bachelor!"
"Okay…someone's had a bit too much to drink!" I clinked her glass and took a swig of mine.
"No Lele you don't understand. I've read about him, millions of times! The press is so fascinated by him in that he is very private and oddly enough free of scandal, but the media loves him because, look at him! Where did this man come from? I would literally dump by boyfriend that's all!
"Olivia, your drunk, and you love Gabe, stop being dumb." "Lele, you stop being dumb and go talk to God's gift to women! He is still staring at you and he is an amazing catch!" Yes he was an amazing catch, and why shouldn't a girl have fun with it. He's a billionaire bachelor that was remarkably, undeniably good looking. Yes, Lele is going for it!
"Sorry for the interruption Mr. Grey, my sister was a bit tipsy and needed my assistance.
"Oh you have a sister Ms. Williams."
"Well not blood related but in essence yes…but anyways can I show you around" "That would be fine Ms. Williams, may we see your pieces first?"
"I'd be more than happy to take you to them."
That was the night Christian Grey bought two paintings of mine, it was the night I felt something intense, and the night that began a series of events that led me to be his submissive.
9 months later….
I woke up in my guest room and instantly put on my clothes I had worn the night before. Taylor knocked at my door and asked me what I would like to eat for breakfast and that I would be heading to the salon by 1:30pm and a trip to Neiman Marcus at four.
"Taylor, will Mr. Grey be accompanying me today after shopping."
"No Ms. Williams, Mr. Grey has prior appointments and will not be available until next Saturday."
"It was always worth a shot but weekends were as good as it was going to get…I nevertheless kept trying.
Later that evening….
"You are a stupid bitch!"
"Olivia stop talking to me that way you don't know what you are talking about."
"No! I know exactly what I am talking about! Your gone with this guy on a minibreak every weekend. Does he call you, not really. Does he accompany to you to events with us, your own friends! No! I don't care how amazingly "gorgeous" he is Leila, he's not for you! Not for you!"
Her words stabbed me in my heart in that I felt all my energy drain from my body and transfer to the power that Christian Grey had over me. I had fallen in love with this man. He did so much for me. He bought me an incredible car, had paid for my schooling, and treated me to luxuries I didn't even know existed! "Lele make a decision, I don't want you to get hurt, I love you. He is using you I believe and you should talk to him." She was right…I needed to have a confrontation with my master.
1 week later…
Christian took me out of the handcuffs and I lowered my arms on the bed. I wrapped the warm satin sheets around my body and watched this glorious man begin to get dressed.
"Chris…master…may I have a word with you?"
"Yes Ms. Williams?" His voice stern and unapproachable.
"Was this to your liking, master?"
"Of course Ms. Williams." His face impassive and no hesitance in trying to hurry up out of his red room of pain.
"Christian Grey…..deep breaths, deep breath…I love you. What is this?"
Christian turned furious and putting his hands through his hair stared at me as if hell froze over and began to speak.
"Ms. Williams this is a business negotiation that you consensually agreed to!" I am you dominant and you are my sub! If this poses a problem to you then consider this discontinued!"
"No I'm sorry master, what may I do to please my master as I have upset him so."
Christian spoke, "Lie on your front and close your eyes." Smack! I shuddered as he began to spank me. I cried out in pleasure but inside I cried.
3 days later…
I received mail through FedEx at my apartment. Urgent. I opened it and saw it was from Mr. Grey. I groaned. Another dinner appointment, a salon appointment. Nothing seemed too amiss. I opened the contents. I dropped to my knees, landed on the floor, and cried until my lungs hurt.
To Ms. Leila Williams,
Ms. Williams, due to unforeseen circumstances and a different course I have decided to take I no longer need your services. They have been appreciated and memorable. You are a talented young lady with much potential and bright prospects. I have promised to secure your future in nurturing your talent. I will continue to handle your school expenses and anything else you may need however personally our contract has been voided and I insist on interaction limited to my assistant Mr. Jason Taylor. Please do not seek me out personally. I wish nothing for you but much success as I believe you will accomplish.
Best Regards,
Christian Grey
Present moment…
Leaving Christian Grey was upsetting and it hurt immensely. He fell in love with Anastasia Steele. It did indeed make me crazy. It made me insanely mad. I recalled breaking into her apartment, threatening her with a gun. I didn't want to shoot her. I just wanted Christian Grey to come and he did. Anastasia left with Taylor and I sat up in this woman's apartment confounded as to why and how I had become this mad woman. Christian Grey removed the gun from my hands with such ease. He carried me to this woman's shower and ran a bath. I had been awake for two days. I hadn't eaten much..had drank a lot and had inflicted self-injury because I couldn't imagine my life without him. As I thought about our moments together he began to bathe me. This was something he had NEVER done to me. I closed my eyes and imagined that he loved me. Even though he was emitting such loving gestures, washing my hair, massaging my back with the soft sponge, I just knew he didn't love me. I asked him why he was doing this.
His reply, "Leila I am not the man you were once familiar with. I am different."
"Do you love me?"
He let out a long sigh. "Leila, I'm sorry, I belong to another. I hurt you and I am apologetic for making you this way. I will help you Leila because you have a good heart when I didn't. I am sorry."
"Master, hold me."
He stood up immediately "Leila that is over! I am not your Dom and you are not my sub. You should never be anyone's sub ever! Dr. Flynn is an excellent doctor who will make sure you get the help you deserve.
I remembered being sent to a wellness clinic in New York. It was calming; I painted more than I had ever before. As soon as I felt healed I went to go see Anastasia, just to know if it was true that Christian Grey had married this woman. It was true. As much as I wanted to hate her, I couldn't. I know my presence made her uncomfortable however intrinsically I knew she didn't hate me. Christian Grey confronted me and told me to leave and "if I ever take one step west of the Mississippi all my assistance is gone."
Christian Grey arranged for a car to take me to Sea-tac. First class, how obvious. I arrived in New York greeted by Olivia. Olivia had followed me to New York to cement a career in fashion and to establish a sense of family by being there with me through thick and thin.
"Lele welcome back!" "Did you enjoy Seattle?"
Olivia thought I was there on art showcase type business.
"Of course, always the bustling city however nothing beats Manhattan!"
"Lets head back to the apartment, drink some wine, and watch some horrid reality TV!"
Nothing sounded better.
Friday Night..
"OLIVIA MANNING!"
Two women burst through the door, Sabi and Leah.
"Ladies its Friday night! What are you doing here?"
Olivia jumped up with much pep in her step do the sangria that had made us feel carefree and jovial.
"Well we could go out, Lele is back from Seattle from official artist business that no doubt will be successful. What do you say Lele? Wanna cut a rug?"
I laughed at my sister's dorkiness. She had a way of taking these sayings and completely making them her own that sounded so nerdy!
"Olivia I am beyond exhausted, I've had a long flight. I've been officially disposed of by the man of my dreams, had my insides turned inside out, and realized I would never be his wife…. and I'm drunk already."
"Lele, I don't care. Sabi, Leah, give us ten minutes and we will be ready.
Just like that I'm dressed in a fabulous outfit (compliments of Mr. Grey) and so is Olivia.
"Honestly Lele, I will never know how Christian was such a jerk yet bought you these mind-blowing outfits! His loss, glad you had your head on straight and made the right decision my dear." I smile and choke back tears. As we get in the car to head to the club my head is filled with memories of Christian Grey and I sob quietly to myself.
In the club, Olivia, Sabi, and Leah are executing a bet to see how many guys they can get to buy them drinks. I conveniently decide not to indulge in this ridiculousness, as I just do not feel ready to deal with men yet. I conveniently decide to hang out at the bar and get incredibly tanked. I know I will pay for this in the morning but at this point I don't care.
"What will it be Miss?" The bartender is quite charming and sexy however he is not Christian Grey.
"Honey, some whisky and coke, its been a tough week." "You got it sweetheart." I drink it down…then the second..then the third..then..
"Sabi!" I bulrush my friend almost slamming us both onto the dance floor.
"Girl you are tore up, I can tell!"
Sabi is laughing at me.
"Sabi tell Olivia and Leah im taking a cab home. I'm exhausted, I'm drunk and life sucks I'll see you guys later."
"Didn't go well with the art business thing?"
"Just stop talking about the art, I'll talk to you guys in the morning."
"Alright well have a good night and see ya on the flipside!"
As much as I want to punch them I love that they are here. I don't feel like the crazy person that stalked a woman, bought a gun, threatened to shoot someone, and slit her own wrists. I am no longer Christian Grey's submissive; I am Leila Williams, artist extraordinaire! I pay for my drinks and head out to the cab area. While walking on the street, the environment around me becomes fuzzy. Yes, I did it again, way to drunk for my own good. Being of unsound mind I decide to have a seat on the concrete. My backside is killing me as I am lying on the sidewalk in this expensive outfit that now has mud trickled on it and dirt. I don't even care I just want to lie here and die. A hand reaches out in front of me.
"Miss, are you okay?"
I look up and see a man that is handsome, no Christian Grey, yet alluring. Oh Leila he is alluring because you are drunk. Unafraid I take his hand and he pulls me to my feet and I stagger a bit. I immediately start to ramble, as that is my die-hard habit.
"I'm so sorry." I stumble through this three-word sentence through hiccups. Once my hiccups have seemingly subsided I continue my conversation with this man.
"Sir," I start to laugh. I remember whom I called "Sir." Either way I carried on. "Thank you for your help."
"No problem Miss. Can I catch you a cab?"
"Sure, thank you."
"No problem, um do you live around here?"
Aww the alluring, handsome guy is making small talk with me.
"Actually, yes, I do. I moved here a few months ago and I love it here, it's absolutely amazing. Do you live in New York?" This man is no doubt keeping me interested.
"No just here visiting family, getting away."
"Oh well that's cool," I muttered.
"Where you originally from?"
"I grew up all over the place, New York as well, and then settled in Seattle for awhile.
Ugh Seattle.
"I actually just got back from Seattle." At this point I'm not to frustrated that a cab hasn't arrived yet. Even though I shudder at the thought of that place I find myself wanting to talk about it all the time.
"I had an art showcase in Seattle. I went to WSU but transferred to New York. That's what I do, I'm an artist."
"That's pretty awesome! I love art!" I let out a nervous giggle, he is quite adorable.
"May I ask you your name?" I extend my hand to him and with a huge Cheshire cat grin and a spoonful of confidence I say "Leila Williams, artist extraordinaire, pleased to meet your acquaintance." I let out a small round of giggles. He extends his hand to meet mine and with a smile that makes me feel comfortable inside.
"My name is Ethan, Ethan Kavanagh. Please to meet your acquaintance Leila." I smile.
The cab arrives however it seems like such a blur. I am entering the vehicle and being the klutz that I am, I bang my head while trying to enter.
"Ms. Willia…."
"Leila" I correct him.
"May I share this ride with you?" Well Lele if he is one of those psychotic stalker killer types I've learned a punishment trick or to make his ass hit the floor! He is, after all, quite gorgeous…
"Yeah sure."
I ask him where he is headed too. "Midtown 38th."
"Wow mister your kind of close, Midtown 57th."
"Midtown 57th first stop sir." "You got it man."
"So tell me Ethan, if that's your real name..wha.."
"Hold on, that is my real name. I'm not into Jekyll/Mr. Hyde identities. He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a leather wallet. He plucks a card from inside and hands it to me.
"My license Inspector". I immediately grabbed his license. Ethan Kavanagh. The picture does match his face, his gorgeous face. He had a boyish charm about him, tousled dirty blond hair, fair skin, muscular build, and a smile that made me instinctively smile back. He looked amazing in dark blue jeans with a white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up mid way to his arm.
"Okay Mr. Kavanagh, you fit the appropriate description. You say you're here visiting family?"
"Yes, I might consider moving here. I do love New York. My residence is Seattle. I moved there to be closer to my younger sister, Kate."
"Aww how cute you have a little sister." I said this in that cutesy, annoying baby voice. I smiled so hard when I said that. I manage to say real off-beat things when I'm drunk and interestingly enough to people I have just met.
"Well yes, but don't let the older brother thing fool you. She is more so the protector than I am. She is into journalism and not because she is my sister, but one of the best reporters I believe to have come along in years. She will be big, trust me. She has a sixth sense when it comes to obtaining information from people. Could never keep a secret from her. I literally tried and failed every time."
"I bet Kate must miss her big brother right about now."
"Nope, I really don't think so."
He is smiling as he tells me this but something just tells me that he's lonely, lonely like me. Or is that the alcohol.
"My sister just got engaged to this insanely wealthy guy from Seattle. He seems nice enough, it just seems to soon."
"Well congratulations to your sister, I'm sure it will be fine." Ugh wealthy men suck! "So Ethan, what are you doing out at a club on Friday night. Your girlfriend might be jealous if she finds out your in a cab with a mysterious woman of the night."
"I don't have a girlfriend."
"Wife?"
"Single. What about you?"
"Me, no I'm not with anybody anymore."
"Recent breakup."
"Well not quite, I was in a one-sided relationship for about a year..didn't go very well.
Can't believe I'm talking to a stranger about my trainwreck of a love life but in any case its better then gabbing to the girls and having them talk shit. He ended things, I guess it was for the better. I met this man, Geoff. He kind of helped me through the grief of my previous relationship and in a whirlwind, it was love. We headed to Atlantic City, got married, and he passed away."
"Im sorry."
"Well racing cars on a street isn't so smart now is it Ethan?"
"I was absolutely devastated, but anyhow I'm fine now and I'm just focusing on working on my showcases. Now, back to the interrogation, what were you doing at a bar Mr. Kavanagh?" Wow, I sound cheesy, shouldn't I be getting a ticket for flirting under the influence! I chuckle at my jokes that no one thinks are funny…I don't care I am funny!
"Hanging with some old friends from college. Got kind of tired and wasn't really into drinking hardcore like they were tonight so I just decided to head home when I saw this woman in a beautiful white dress lying on concrete with dirt all over her."
"Who? Oh…me…ya…I guess drinking hardcore tonight was definitely on my to do list." He chuckled as the cab pulled up to my apartment. "What in the hell?" From out my window I see Olivia sloshed outside the apartment and in a heated exchange with a garbage can. I close my eyes but feel dizzy and try my best to keep them open. As gone as I am I can still feel embarrassment.
"Do you know that woman?"
"That's my best friend." The cab stops in front of the apartment. I dig into my purse to pay for the cab but Ethan had already taken care of it.
"You didn't have to do that."
"Its alright its my pleasure." I'm lost in his deep, ocean blue eyes when I hear Olivia hurling in front of a tree. I immediately jump to my feet to help my friend and fall face first onto the curb. Stupid me, can't you get sober in 30 minutes! Before I know it Ethan is helping me up.
"Lets go help your friend."
Ethan introduces himself to Olivia as my friend and asks if she needs help. Olivia then begins to explain that she is miss independent and guys can kiss her ass. Olivia had broken up with Gabe a month ago. He claimed they were two different people. As much as she said it didn't affect her I know it did. I know that heartache if not worse. Unfortunately I didn't react in such a healthy way. Olivia is the type of person that if something doesn't work out, yes it will sting, but she will make sure she bounces up one-hundred and ten percent. Its comforting to be with such a strong presence. My reverie is broken by Olivia trying to smoke cigarettes.
"Olivia you don't smoke cigarettes!"
"Lele, shut the fuck up." She says this nonchalantly. I grab the cigarettes and throw them in the dumpster and in my drunken stupor grab the drag from her hand and throw it away as well. She just looks up at me and smiles.
"I can help you guys up if that's okay?"
"Thank you."
He is holding onto Olivia with a tight grip on one end of him and holding me on the other end. Has soon as his arms cross my waist I feel a warm electrical current surround my body. I feel oddly protected by this man that I have just met. I hold on to him with such ferocity. I'm not thinking one-night stand, im thinking I'm safe. He's nice, and I am safe.
We all stumble in the apartment and Olivia is half-asleep in his arms. It hits me that Leah and Sabi are not with her. Oh there will be drama tomorrow morning but for now I just want to get Olivia to bed and try and spend some extra moments with Mr. Ethan Kavanagh. His name, Kavanagh, it sounds so regal. I like it. I go with Ethan to Olivia's bedroom where he sets her down on the bed and she immediately dozes off into a deep alcohol infused sleep. We leave the bedroom and head out to my living room.
"Can I get you some coffee, some water."
"I'm okay thank you. My apologies but its late and I should get going."
"Oh, no problem, thank you for your help I really appreciate it. I want to see him again, he feels comfy! Ethan, do you have a lot of friends out here in New York?"
"Some, I've known for quite sometime but I wouldn't mind making a new one." His smile makes my heart melt instantaneously.
I can't believe I am doing this. I walk over to the corner of the living room and pull open the top drawer of my desk. I hand Ethan my information complete with phone number.
"Leila Williams, art representative at Nayera Madrigal's Gallery."
"If your interested?" I smile a weak smile. What is it about this man that just grants me an inner peace? He smiles politely, and tucks my card into a front pocket in his wallet. As he heads towards the door to leave he turns back around to say goodbye. I catch him first.
"Thank you for everything and have a good night Mr. Ethan Kavanagh."
"Its no problem, I hope we talk soon. Have a goodnight...Lele."
I flush. There is that smile and with that my front door is closed. For the first time in many nights I sleep peacefully despite the groaning, snoring, and intermittent throwing up episodes of Olivia.