Author's Note: Hi guys. So this is my first attempt at fan fiction. I don't own anything besides this storyline. I do know that the idea of waking up married has been done before, but all of the stories either went unfinished or left me wanting more. This is my try at the idea. I would appreciate any helpful feedback. Also this will be a multi-chapter, though I don't know how long yet.
CH. 1
Ring-Ring
Ring-Ring
Why me?
Ring-Ring
Ring-Ring
Stop or I'm going to vomit!
Ring-Ring
Ring-Ring
I rolled over to answer the phone and smacked into something hard.I opened my eyes and found myself almost on top of a shirtless man. Oh my God, Ana! What did you do? I froze up, not knowing what to do until the man next to me let out a groan, and opened his eyes. I stared into those gorgeous gray eyes, and tried to find a reaction, any reaction, but it never came.
"Who the fuck are you?" He demanded while climbing out of the bed, and as far away from me as he could.
As he stood up I realized he was completely naked. Okay Ana, calm down. It's just a penis. There's nothing scary about a penis. You are a grown woman for goodness sake! Don't look at it, don't look at it. Take a breath, it's not like this is the first naked man you've seen in person! Oh wait - it is.
"Hey, I asked you who you are!" he repeated angrily.
"Um, I am Ana. Uh... who are you?" I asked back, quite proud that I formed words that made sense.
"Like you don't know." He sneered, picking up his trouser pants and putting them on.
"No, I don't actually. Should I?" I tried to give him a dose of his own venom, but failed pitifully.
"Grey." He spoke into the phone's receiver. Oh, was that still ringing? Let me just wipe the drool off my chin and snap myself out of it. "Taylor you had better get your ass over here right now. I don't know what the fuck you were doing last night, but I'm in the middle of a cluster fuck!"
And with that he slammed the phone down without waiting for a reply. Who is Taylor? Is that his wife? Girlfriend? Great Ana! Not only did you manage to lose your virginity to who can only be described as the most handsome creature to ever walk this earth, but you have no memory of it, don't know his name, and you probably cheated with him.
"I'm going to ask you again, and I would like a little more information. Who the fuck are you?" He said in a voice that attempted to sound controlled.
"I told you. I am Ana, Anastasia Steele. You still haven't told me who you are though I'm assuming your name is Grey, but I don't know if its your first or last name. Also, who the fuck are you to demand anything of me? What did you do to me? Where am I?" He took a deep breath, obviously trying to control his temper, and ran his hands through his hair. That was when I saw it.
"You're married?! What the fuck? You bring me to your hotel room, clearly intoxicated, probably had sex with me, and you are married?" I screeched at him while trying to hold the bed sheet up high enough to protect my modesty. A little too late for that. Don't you think?
"What are you talking about? I'm not married." He said, looking at me like I am crazy.
"If you aren't married, then why are you wearing a wedding ring?" I demanded. He looked at his hand, and baulked.
"Where did his come from?" he asked, mostly to himself.
"I don't know, do I?" I replied.
He looked up at me then, almost like he had forgotten I was there. All of a sudden he looked absolutely horrified, and pointed to me.
"Well, do you know about how you got that ring?"
I looked down at the hand holding the sheet and saw a platinum band, encrusted with diamonds, sitting on my ring finger. I looked up at the gorgeous stranger sitting across from me. One look of complete shock to another.
"Oh fuck."