Hello everybody, so I'm trying something new here. Normally my fanfictions are Twilight or Vampire Diaries related and have that fantasy element...however in honour of the newest "Fifty Shades of Grey" movies being realised fairly recently I decided I would write a sequel. This is going to be from Phoebe Grey's POV (the daughter of Christian and Ana Grey). I won't ramble on forever, but let me know what you all think!

PHOEBE'S POV

Stepping out of the car door I looked up at the house. Nothing ever changed here. It was the same white-creamish colour with black beams spread across it. Without even taking one step inside I knew the place would be spotless. It would be as if two children hadn't grown up here. Teddy and I had both lived here with our parents Christian and Ana Grey for our entire lives. It was a beautiful house, you couldn't complain about that but it was like living in a show home for the majority of the time.

Taylor walked around the front of the car and stood next to me patiently waiting.

"Everything okay Miss Grey?" I hated being called Miss Grey, it sounded formal. It made me feel old. I was not old. Eighteen years to be exact. I was no longer the child that had grown up here

"Yes thank you Taylor, just taking a moment." Taylor nodded at me, but I could feel him staring at me from behind his sunglasses. Taylor had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember. He had been my fathers body guard or as Dad preferred us to call them "protection" and now he was mine and Teddy's, not that I saw why we needed it.

Taking a deep breath I made my way up the stairs and towards the front door. Taylor followed behind me in silence. He never tried to make conversation with me really. He would answer if I spoke to him. I knew he had a wife and three children, 2 boys and a girl. But apart from that, he wouldn't ever really involve in a conversation with me. The front door opened as my hand reached out to turn the handle. There was no creak. The door had always creaked. Someone must have oiled it recently.

"Good Afternoon Miss Grey. How was college?" Gail had opened the door for me and shut it politely after Taylor had entered the house. I watched him as he silently moved into another room. My father's study. He was going to give my Dad an update on my day.

I began to mumble. I was going to be in trouble. My whole life had been perfect, I had had every a girl could ever want, a roof over her head, clothes as far as the eye could see, makeup, bags, shoes, I had a couple of pets. In fact, I had been spoilt. But there was always something missing. My parent's loved me, more than anything I knew that. But I had been bubble wrapped. Any chance of adventure, or a little danger had been swiped away from me with my father. He was unbearably protective all the time, and I was rebelling. Not because I didn't love him or respect him, just I needed that 'something else' in my life.

Gail looked at me with concerned eyes. Gail had been the house keeper for my family for longer than my Dad had been alive. When we had moved from Esclava to this house Gail and her husband came with us. They had a cottage on the premises only a couple of minutes walk from the main house. Gail and I had become very close, she was someone to talk to. Too confined in. Someone I could trust.

"What have you done Phoebe?" My teeth gritted inside my mouth. I was the troublesome child. I was the child with the awful grades, the child that wore the things she shouldn't, the child that did the things she shouldn't. But when you lived in your brothers lime light, what was a girl to do?

Suddenly, the door to my father's office slammed open with an earth shattering crash. My Dad strolled out with great purpose walking straight in my direction. Grasping hold of my arm, he tugged me into the office and pushed me into the chair fairly roughly. It didn't hurt, not at all. But I still said OWH to make a point.

"Sit here and do not move, I am going to get your mother from upstairs. I will talk about this right now young lady." Dad hissed at me with so much venom in his voice. Wow. He was really made this time. Maybe I had pushed him to far finally. The door slammed shut again behind me as I sat in the car and jumped at the commotion. Taylor must have left the room when Dad did. He wasn't going to stay around for the bollocking. He'd dobbed me in again, I knew it was his job but it still pissed me off.

I watched the clock and held my breath as the little hands kept on moving slowly around the face. Finally the door opened. It had opened more softly this time, I knew my mum had come in.

She sighed from behind me as I heard her whisper something to Dad and he replied. Unfortunately I couldn't quite make out what they said. Her heels tapped on the wooden flooring as she walked around and lent on the desk in front of me. The entire room was white. White walls, white desk, white chairs, even white curtains. Apparently white helped my Father to work.

"What happened Phoebe?" I stared straight into my mum's eyes. I could feel Dad's eyes burning into the back of my head. Obviously my mother had convince him to allow her to try and talk to me before he started to punish me.

"What do you mean? You know exactly what happened." Mum begged me with her eyes to co-operate with her, but it just wasn't in my nature. I just couldn't do what I was told.

"Drugs? Really?" I snorted. I didn't really think one bag of marijuana found in my locker at college counted as "drugs" plural but I wasn't about to fight with her about the specific's of the situation. It wouldn't do either of us any good.

"I already told the college and Taylor, it was a friend's." This wasn't all a lie. It was a friends. In fact, I didn't do drugs at all, but he'd got majorly into them and was really ruining his life. I was trying to help him out. When the police had come to do an inspection at college I had taken them for him, hidden them. He was already in enough trouble through drug related issues that I didn't want him to get punished anymore. But they didn't need to know all the details. I wasn't about to grass him in. I'd take the punishment for him.

You could literally here the anger seething off Dad as he stood behind me obviously fighting with himself not to say something. My mum shoot him a warning glance that I didn't fail to notice.

"If it was a friend then why was it in your locker Phoebe?" How was I going to answer that one without getting my friend into so much trouble. I sighed and looked at the floor. Oh this was useless.

"Can't we skip the explaining and just hand out a punishment?" I was still looking at the floor. Mum knelt in front of me taking my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes. There were tears threatening to spill. My heart clenched. I didn't like it when my Mum cried. I may be pushing boundaries and growing into my self but I wasn't a monster. I didn't want to see my own Mother cry!

"I can't help you if you don't start opening up to me Phebs." How was I supposed to tell her what was going on? How was I meant to tell her that I hated living in Teddy's shadow. I loved my brother and I was proud of him, but I also resented him for doing so well and being the 'perfect' child. I stayed silent. After a few moments my Dad moved so he was no longer behind me but standing behind my Mum.

"We've doubled your security Phoebe. Taylor will no longer just take you to college and bring you home. We have hired a new member of the protection team who will be in class with you." My gaze snapped up at my Dad in shock. This could not be happening. People didn't get it already why I was picked up by a bodyguard, let alone him actually coming in to my classes with me. He was being serious. Every feature of his face was oozing with anger. His jaw clenched together as he waited for me to argue.

"You are joking?" I answered back.

"No. We've been talking about it for a long time and in fact, he arrived this morning." Dad crossed his arms in front of his chest. I looked at my mother with begging eyes. Surely she hadn't agreed with this. They may as well home school me and keep me in bubble wrap.

"Come on!" I tried one more time. "This is ridiculous." Pinching the top of her nose with her thumb and fore-finger my mother huffed. She obviously wasn't one hundred percent convinced on this idea either.

"It's for the best Phebs." My mother tried to calm the situation.

"Come and meet him Phoebe. He is right outside." Standing I dragged my heels as we all made our way towards the door.

My Mum and Dad walked through the door and greeted someone before I could even see who it was they were talking too. I looked over my mum's shoulder and saw talor introducing Dad to someone. But I could only see a shoulder.

Taylor began to speak.

"Mr Grey, this is Mason. He has a been assigned as Miss Grey's personal protection for as long as you need." Dad shook the hand of the mysterious stranger who I was apparently going to become very well acquainted with.

"Mr Grey. Pleasure to meet you." His voice was low and manly. It was attractive, very attractive but I quickly shut that thought in a box and locked it away. That could never happen, I was determined to not like him, he was here against my will.

"No offence Mason, but Taylor, isn't he a little young." This peaked my interest. I wonder how young exactly. Taylor looked seriously at my Dad as he began to answer his question.

"Well Sir. Mason has just turned twenty-five. But graduated top of his class and has already had experience in this type of department." This type of department? What the hell did that mean? That seemed to satisfy Dad as he nodded his head in agreement.

"This is my wife. Anastasia." Dad ushered my mother forward and allowed her to shake Mason's hand.

"Nice to meet you Mason." My mum was always polite. She spoke softly which made me roll my eyes. This was all so fake. "This is Phoebe. You'll be working closely together." Mum turned and brought me forward as if presenting me to Mason as an offering. My stomach turned in anticipation. I stepped forward but kept my eyes firmly on the ground and kept my hands clasped together. I didn't want more protection and I didn't need it.

"Miss Grey, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Mason." I felt my eyebrows knit together in curiosity. His voice was so damn attractive, I wanted to look at him. So I did.

Dragging my eyes from his shoes and upstairs I began to notice detail after detail. He had a smart black shoes on that matched his smart black suit. His suit was definitely tailored but it was done so so it was tighter than Taylor's. You could see his legs through the trousers. They were toned and muscular. My eyes kept travelling up. He wore a white shirt with his black suit and a black tie. It was all very official. His arms were almost bulging out of his suit jacket. He definitely worked out. Holding his hands in front of his body, he wasn't nervous he was in charge of his body.

Finally, my eyes met his face. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever met. With eyes as dark as chocolate and his hair as brown as charcoal, he covered every base for tall dark and handsome. His jaw line looked as if it had been chiselled by the gods themselves. He had dark stubble that covered the majority of his cheeks and chin. His hair was messy but it worked for him.

My breathing became heavier as I studied his eyes. And without blinking he looked straight back at me. Shit. I was looking like a right foul, just stood there saying nothing, moving awkwardly from foot to foot. I coughed and brought myself crashing back to reality. He was my protection I needed to get over this feeling. Get over the butterflies that had set firmly in my stomach.

"Call me Phoebe. Miss Grey is my mother." I motioned towards my mum and Mason smiled slightly at me. His smile was breath taking. My voice caught in my throat. I had met this man for five seconds and he was doing things to me that no man had ever done to me before. He was having an impact. What the hell was I going to do?

MASON'S POV

Shit. I cursed at myself. SHIT SHIT SHIT. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Petite but curvy. Tanned but not orange. She had makeup on, but not so much that she looked caked. And god did she smell good. Like vanilla and lavender. The most gorgeous scent I had ever come across. Phoebe was so close to me. All I wanted to do was pull her into me and make her mine, but she was under my protection from now on. This was my career. I needed to put my attraction aside and focus on the job I had been hired to do. And what was exactly what I was going to do. I was determined.

Let me know what you think! M x