I had a lot of requests to put this story on this site. It was on wordpress, but I had enough people tell me it was hard to navigate through and folow. It was something I wanted to try, and I liked it mostly because I could put pictures with it and not have to deal with trolls.
So anyways here's the completed Story of the boy is mine... Thank you to all the people who followed the blog originally and left me reviews and help encourage me with this story. You're all the best.
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"Ma'am, this is a closed set. You can't be here."
"I just need to speak to my boyfriend…"
"I'm sorry, ma'am you're going to need to leave…"
And with that I'm removed from the sound stage.
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Christian POV
"Cut" The director yells, and I break away from my lovely naked co-star.
"You two were fabulous. I could feel the passion radiating off of you both." He walks over to us and I cover my co-star, Anastasia Steele, with a blanket.
"You could say we've been practicing." I wink over at Anastasia, who blushes at me.
"Well, whatever you too are doing keep it up. This shot was perfect. I think we can even wrap for the day." He clasps his hands together and leaves as we are handed our robes.
Anastasia and I are filming a new b-rated romantic/ horror film.
I can't even go into how terrible this movie is, but people eat this shit up.
Plus, the job comes with its perks. Lots and lots of hot sex scenes.
Because sex sells for sure.
It's almost like those Scream movies crossed with some Nicholas Sparks shit.
"Maybe we should go back to my trailer and practice some more. What do you say?" I wiggle my eyebrows at the delectable Ana.
Anastasia Steele is usually an A list movie star. She's had her foot in the door since she was a kid and worked with people like Morgan Freeman and even Johnny Depp. She's even won an Academy Award for best actress in a drama. She only agreed to this movie because the producer is a good friend of hers.
She's every guys wet dream, including mine.
And plus, the movie is a money pit. After this we will be rolling in the dough.
"I don't know… I'm still kind of worn out from yesterday." She winks at me.
"Hey Grey." Taylor my security guard, who helps work on the sound stage calls me over.
"Get dressed and meet me in my trailer." I squeeze her hand
"We'll see." She sashays her ass as she walks away from me, heading back to wardrobe
I can't help but gawk at her as she walks away.
"What is it Taylor?" I ask him
"Mike informed me that your "girlfriend" was here looking for you." I groan. Samantha was my on and off girlfriend of three years. We've been on rocky ground lately and not technically together. But, people seem to love us a couple, so we pretend to stay together for the publicity.
For some reason, we're like the IT couple. Like Brad Pitt used to be with Jennifer Aniston or Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds.
I used to be in love with her, but now— nothing really. I keep trying to tell her, I don't want to be with her anymore. That I only do it because I have too.
However, I think she's still in love with me. She didn't want me taking this role. She read the script and saw how much sex was in it. And also, was offered an extra million to show my dick.
"What did she want?"
"Not sure. Mike took her off the sound stage."
"Ok." Good. "All right. Thanks for letting me know. I have to go study some lines with Ana. I'll call her later."
Taylor smirks, "Of course, Christian." He nods and walks away.
I head to my trailer and hop in the shower to clean the makeup off of me. I walk out of the shower with my towel around my waist. Standing before as I walk to the small living space is Ana.
She's wearing absolutely nothing.
"You said you wanted to practice. I figured I should be in costume."
She wiggles her finger at me, and I drop the towel around me and launch myself at her. Our bodies wrap around each other, our tongues invading each other's mouths. I push her down to the couch and I quickly slide into my favorite place in the world.
Her moans and pants fill the trailer as we climb higher and higher.
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I move to go knock on the door of Christian's trailer. I hate that he's been ignoring me so much lately. I need him tomorrow night as my date at the Victoria's Secret Fashion show. Everyone has been dying to see us together.
Ever since he took this gig, the rumors of him having an affair with Anastasia have been circling around. It's been driving me crazy.
There's even tons of groups on Facebook and Instagram that want them together.
Even my agent said this hype was good, because any kind of attention to me is good.
The man is mine. I don't care what anyone else says.
Then I hear it, the feminine noise of a woman in ecstasy.
What the fuck?
"God, Christian!" The voice moans.
"Yes, baby. Come for me…" I hear Christian's voice in return.
Holy fuck!
The bastard. The bitch.
Ok, settle Sam. Maybe they're just practicing their lines. This movie is just sex anyways.
Now you're just thinking stupid now, Sam.
I wiggle the handle on the door knob and it's not locked. I open it slowly and peek in.
And there in front of me, is my boyfriend's firm ass thrusting into a girl, who is bent over the table.
And I know just who it is.
The bitch is going to pay.
There's no way I'm just going to let her take my man. It's time to play dirty and break up this little love fest.
Because Christian Grey is mine!
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Christian POV
We finished shooting for the day and now I have to drag myself to Samantha's VS show. It was late when I finally got in touch with her. I did my best to ignore her, but after the fiftieth text, I called her.
She simply stated that I was needed at her show tonight. There might be ladies walking in there underwear, their goods pretty much showing, but I really hate those shows. So fucking boring and fake people everywhere.
So, yay me.
I feel a light touch on my arm and look next to me. Ana is standing beside me in her street clothes.
"Did you want to come to my room tonight? I was thinking of ordering our favorite. Then spend the rest of our weekend closed off from the world." She bites on her lip and runs her finger up and down my chest.
I stop her hand and bring it my lips and kiss it. "I can't tonight…" I start.
"Oh," Her smile drops. "It's ok."
"Babe. I want to. But I have to go to Sam's show tonight. Everyone is expecting me there."
"Right. I forgot" She gives me a fake smile. "Another time. I guess." She starts to walk away and I grab her hand, pulling her to me.
"Ana. We knew this going in I that I have to pretend to be with her. You know the rules with the studio on affairs. They all ready let us get away with so much. We just need to wait till after promoting."
Even after I say that, it's too far away for me. I want everyone to know she's mine.
"I know… it's fine Christian. No big deal."
"You don't need to lie to me, baby. You know she means nothing to me. Since I met you me and her haven't–"
She raises her hand to stop me. "I said it was fine, Christian. I'll go hang out with Todd and Gini. They wanted to check out a new club in town."
"Todd? Ana you know he wants in your panties…"
She sniffles a laugh at me, "And I can say the same about Samantha. If I have to trust you, you have to trust me. Works both ways Grey. Toddles." She waves to me and pretty much skips off.
She's going to end up being the death of me.
I'm crazy about that girl.
Hours later I arrive at the VS show with Sam. She's been nonstop talking to me, I feel like my ears are bleeding. She's not usually this chatty.
And she won't stop trying to touch me, no matter how many times I remove her hands from my body.
She's like a dog in heat and it's driving me crazy.
The door to our car opens and I'm instantly blinded by the flashes. People our shouting our name as I move out of the car. I hear someone clear their throat next to me and look over. Sam gives me a fake bright smile and leans over into my ear.
"The least you could've done was help me out of the car, sweetie." Sam lays her hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry." I mumble. I put my arm around her waist and walk down the red carpet. We stop and pose a hundred times. A tortured smile gracing my face each time.
At our last posing stop before we go inside, Samantha leans over and kisses me on the lips, taking me by surprise. The cameras are going wild.
Grin and bear it, Grey.
She pulls away and touches my face, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
We finally get inside and I push her away from the group around us. "What was that?" I spit out.
"What was what?" She asks innocently
"That kiss?" I grit out
"Just giving the people what they want…Plus your mine. I can kiss you all I want."
"How many times do I need to tell you, we are not together anymore. This is all a stunt. We are not the real deal. You need to accept it."
"We'll see about that." She huffs before walking away.
I groan and go find the closest glass of champagne or something stronger, just so I can bare through it.
It's going to be a long night
Anastasia POV
"Why in the hell are we watching this shit at a bar?" I point to the TV which is now playing the VS show.
"Because, we're men. And those are ladies in underwear." Todd teases. "Plus, they're have an after party here later."
Wonderful.
"Whatever. I need a drink." I wave over the bar keep and order a Sam Addams. We're at The Resort a new club in downtown LA. I'm guarded around a mountain of bodyguards to just to have a couple of beers. Luckily, it's opening night, and I'm not the only celebrity here, or one of the "elite."
"Isn't your leading man supposed to be there tonight? With that witch of a 'girlfriend?' " Gini asks me, pointing to the screen.
Gini Rolands, is my best friend, and fellow actress in this new movie. She's the only one that really knows what is going on between Christian Grey and I. I think some others might think something is going on, but won't say anything. Part of our contract is we can't have affairs or scandals during the movie and promotions. And since Christian is believed to be with Sam, well, it's all of the above.
It's a clusterfuck of all clusterfucks.
Even if he tells me he doesn't want to be with her, and is only doing this for a publicity stunt. It still hurts a little. But I know he doesn't do anything with her, that he hasn't been with her since we started shooting, because he's mostly with me, and well she's been working modeling shots since we met, and hasn't been around. It was the deal he had with her coming in. By the time we got together, it was already to late to get out of.
I've made my bed and now I'm lying in it. Sometimes you can't help who you fall in love with.
I have fallen hard for Christian Grey.
I remember the first time we kissed. Granted we were both acting at the time, but there was this spark and I knew he felt it to.
Each kiss became more passionate and sensual. We were fogging up the camera lenses. The director was blown away by our chemistry.
He said it was like fireworks on the fourth of July.
We spent a week just flirting with each other. We spent one night, just staying up and talking. We have so much in common, it's almost scary.
When we did our first sex scene, he totally got a boner when I stood before him naked.
No sock required.
Afterwards I went to his trailer because he wanted to talk to me.
"I like you Anastasia."
"I like you too, Christian." I giggle.
He shakes his head at me, resting his hand on my leg and moving it up my skirt. He leans over so he can whisper in my ear.
"I mean really like you. I want you. I want you all to myself, to be mine." he nips my earlobe and his fingers trace over my covered sex.
"But you have a girlfriend…" I try to say firmly, but it's more moaning, as his thumb circles my clit.
"We're only together because our PR agents want us together. But we're not really together. It's more of a publicity stunt."
God, I'm being such a slut right now. And I don't care. I haven't been laid in two years.
I know what he's saying about his relationship being a stunt. I heard his manager over talking with Ken, the producer on the movie, saying they how his relationship with Samantha Jones, singer slash model slash Internet star, slash America's sweetheart, will bring people to see this movie.
It seems like people really want to see the guy who is on her arm.
Christian is in the midst of starting his career as an actor. He was a model for CK originally. This movie, this crappy as b-rated movie, might be his big break.
Sometimes Hollywood isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I don't want to deny that I have a connection to Christian.
It's undeniable, electric, tantalizing.
"I want you, Ana Steele." he tells me, his hot breath on my neck and I succumb to being his.
I look up at the screen just as Christian and Samantha take the red carpet. They're both smiling, Sam looks to be on cloud nine, and Christian– well he's always been hard to read–
I'm just about to look away, knowing I don't need to be watching this, when I see Sam lean over to kiss him.
I want to scream, I want to cry. What the hell is that crap?
"You ok?" Gini asks me, rubbing my shoulders.
"Yeah. It means nothing." I brush it off. In my head, I believe it true. My heart, not so much.
We've been together two months now, this is only second time him and Sam have been seen together.
When this is over, I'm hoping we can be together. Most of my fans want me with him. They've already shipped us together.
I haven't even thought if this would ruin my career. Would I be labeled a homewrecker.
Am I a homewrecker?
No, you're not Steele. That relationship isn't even real.
Well, maybe to Samantha it is.
I should've waited to be with him.
Who am I kidding. That was never going to happen.
Six more months, then we can drop this charade and be together.
Also, Sam's POV is always between the X-X-X-X-X the girl is so batshit crazy I never thought she really deserved her name, because she really wasn't all there (like it wasn't really her type deal) for a labeled POV-just my thinking
