Hello again! After the nasty comments and PMs, I had a hard problem thinking about writing again which was why I had taken my stories down. I figured there would be no use for them being on the site if I couldn't even write again, but after the incredible amount of positive responses I got from so many people I decided to take some time off to think, and now I think I'm ready to keep up with my stories and sharing them with all the people who would like to read them!
Thank you so much to all the wonderful people who left positive comments and sent me PMs! I honestly cannot thank you enough!
Now about the story, after talking with several people (especial thanks to SdaisyS, sbearit and cokebear9903!) I have decided to continue my stories, but they will be mine which means that if you don't like it I won't feel bad about it. I can't please everybody and I don't want to. We are all different and we like different things and that's great! If you were drawn into the story but get to a point when you are not anymore you are free to leave, no strings attached and I'll wish you well and a future filled with stories you love!
However, if you don't like what I write and want for me to change everything I suggest you go and search in between the over three thousand fanfictions out there. Or write your own! But I won't change what i want to say simply because you don't like it. This is my story and I post it on this site hoping other people will find it entertaining, not to get hate.
Also, college started again for me so I don't know how fast I'll be able to update. That's another thing, I do this for FUN and I charge nothing so I can't be writing all day to please the people who want another chapter NOW. I appreciate your liking of the story, but I'm not a writing machine and I will ignore nasty and demanding messages on that regard too.
I love constructive criticism, so don't be afraid to say something! Hate, however, will be deleted immediately.
(For those of you who just got here, I had two stories posted but I started getting comments and PMs saying I was a "dumb bitch" and a shitty writer and should stop writing. Those things really got to me, because this was the first time I ever had had the courage to write and post my stories and I had taken them off the site. After talking with some really amazing people I decided to continue.)
Thank you for understanding!
I opened my eyes and it was the worst mistake of my life.
The sunlight was illuminating the large hotel room at its brightest glare, showing the disaster of thrown clothes and scattered papers through the black-and-white marble floor. Not to mention how the strong light made me feel as if my brain might explode.
Worse hangover ever.
It had all been my best friend's, Kate, idea. She had finally gotten engaged to Elliot, her three year-long boyfriend and wanted for all of us to celebrate the upcoming wedding on a getaway to Vegas for a weekend.
I had refused the first time she came to me with the idea. I had just broken up with my boyfriend Jack, and wasn't really in the mood for a weekend-long party. Not only had Jack Hyde been my boyfriend, but he was also my boss and after we broke up the asshole fired me. So I was without a boyfriend and a job all in one day. Not exactly the best celebrating mood. Sure it was Kate and Las Vegas, but after ending a two year long relationship the only thing I wanted to on weekends was cry… but how many times was your best friend getting married? Truth was, had it not been for Kate who put me back together after what that douche of Jack did to me, I would still be in my bedroom with a blanket over my head and watching NCIS marathons on TV.
"It will be great for you Ana!" Kate had said cheerfully one morning, dragging me out of my dark bedroom and to the kitchen, a full breakfast already at the table.
"C'mon! It'll just be our closest friends fooling around in some of the best hotels and casinos of Las Vegas! You can't miss out on this, we'll post the whole thing on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and that idiot of your ex will see you in a tight dress having fun in the best city of the world, and eat his fucking heart out. You don't even have to pay a thing! It's all taken care of." She'd winked at me and sat elegantly on my kitchen chair, playing with the loose strands of her blonde ponytail.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean it's all taken care of? How are you paying for all of that?" I had been worried, Kate and her family had way more money than I did but I would never let her pay for something like that for me. Kate was known for her extravagant gifts for her friends and her friends, but there was so much her parents would tolerate. According to what she'd said, it could be at least three grands minimum staying at the hotel.
"Oh I'm not paying for it. Christian is, as a present for us." She'd said innocently, her eyes suddenly too focused on the room to look back at me.
I had to supress a groan. Kate knew how much I hated Jason's brother Christian, a self-centered asshole who thought he owned everything and everyone just because he had money, and boy did he have money.
Sure, Kate's parents were what most people would deem as rich, but Elliot's foster brother was a billionaire. He built his company from scratch at the age of seventeen years old, and ever since then he had created a fortune of billions.
The first time I met him was actually on a date that Kate and Elliot had arranged for us, and let me tell you, it was the worst date of my freaking life.
"God Kate, he's going?!" I dropped my fork with the deliciously-looking scrambled eggs and stared at her. As if the thing I needed to get over a break up was to be two days in the same place with that dickhead.
Kate'd thrown her arms up in frustration. "He paid for it! I couldn't tell him not to come." She apologized.
"Well then that's it. I'm not coming, spending my weekend crying and eating whatever left over I have is much better than being two days near that asshole." It was as if the guy took pleasure from making miserable. I never understood why, whenever we had a large getup like a birthday party or a formal dinner, one of those things when the Grey family all got together and Kate dragged me there so as not to get bored, Christian would always spot me in the crowd and make of that night a living hell. He had thousands of people to bother and surely another thousand things to do considering the company he was running but it was as if he would always find time for pissing me off.
Two days with him in Las Vegas after I had broken up with Jack? No thank you, I would rather die.
"Wait, no!" Kate'd stopped fidgeting with her hair and stood beside me. "You can't do that, please you won't even see him. He'll be too busy trying to sleep with someone or hiring himself a hooker or something to even leave his room! We can be together for an entire weekend with our friends, pretty please!" She'd pouted and hugged me, and I told myself it was the image of Kate, her designer dress rumpled as she kneeled on my dirty kitchen floor and her ridiculously cute pout that made me change my mind, but if I'm being honest, a paid weekend to Las Vegas didn't sound so bad either.
And Kate had been right, we had flown together with José and Jenny, our two other friends and we had barely even seen Christian on our first night. I mean sure, we met him when we got to the hotel and had to thank him for what he had done, but he was surprisingly civil about it and didn't tease me once. He, Elliot and their friends went to a club while we went to the shows and travelled through the city on a limo at Kate's insistence, not that I complained.
We had drunk a lot last night, and I mean a lot. Which was probably how I ended up like this; with my bedroom trashed and myself in a ridiculously tight and red sequins-dress that I had no recollection of ever buying. I sat up and the room started to spin, yet another mistake. I clutched the sheets tight in my fists and willed the room to stop its dizzying dance. When the danger of throwing up cleared I breathed a sigh of relief and moved away the sheets from the rest of my body.
And that's when I screamed.
Jumping off of the bed and stepping dangerously close to a broken champagne bottle, I took another look at what was in my bed.
A guy.
A very naked guy…
…With a really nice butt.
My screaming must have woken him up because he turned around and clamped a pillow over his head, but not fast enough before I could take a peek at his face.
It was Christian Grey.
Son of a-
"What- Christian!" I screamed and yanked the pillow off his face in rage. What the hell was he doing here? Was this some kind of weird joke?
He opened his eyes slowly, as if the mere movement of his eyelids was too much to bear and his gaze fixed on me, first curiously and then his eyes got wider as he seemed to recognize me.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" I demanded with my hands on my hips, whatever stupid prank he thought he was playing on me wouldn't work, I wasn't going to fall for it. But instead of laughing at me, he looked around as if taken in where he was for the first time.
"This isn't my room?" His deep voice was even deeper from sleep, and I realized that I must have still been drunk if I thought that the sight of a sleepy, naked Christian Grey was sexy.
Last time I ever drink champagne.
"You know very well this isn't your room. Listen, what the hell are you doing naked on my freaking bed?" At that moment he turned to face me and the sheet covering him revealed his toned torso… and lower.
"Woah!" I threw my hands up on instinct. "Cover yourself!" When I looked at him again he was wrapping the white sheets around his torso but had a smug smile plastered on his face. Great, it seems like he wasn't over the whole pissing me off.
"Wait," he said holding a hand up when he saw my angry expression. He looked geniously confused, as if being here was as much of a surprise to him than it was to me, but that stupid smile he had wouldn't wear off.
"I have no idea what I'm doing here, ok? I'm sorry. I probably got here drunk thinking it was my room and just fell asleep. Let me find my pants and I'll leave."
Maybe it was because he apologized, but I was starting to believe it wasn't some stupid joke but rather a drunken mistake. I mean, I didn't even remember how I got here so his explanation wasn't completely ridiculous.
He was getting up from the bed, thankfully being careful not to reveal any more skin than he already had, when something caught my attention, a blinking from his left hand. Lookng at it better it seemed like a golden ring, but he hadn't have it before. Christian was not one to wear jewelry.
"Wait, what's that?" I raised my hand to point toward his finger, only to find something on my hand as well. It was a golden ring on my left ring finger.
Oh no. Nonononono.
Ok, wait! No, I don't have to freak out. There are a lot of reasons why Christian and I have what look like wedding rings on, maybe they were given as a souvenir somewhere as a joke, it's not like they were even real gold… surely they couldn't be… even though Las Vegas was known for people doing stupid things like marrying when they were drunk.
I felt my head getting lighter and realized it was my shallow breathing, so I focused on taken even breaths and nothing else…
Or maybe it was a prank? Yes, exactly! This was just the kind of thing Kate would do… well not really… but maybe Elliot put her up to it? Yes, that made more sense. Kate knew I was feeling down so maybe she played this silly joke on me to try and get my mind off things and Elliot wanted to prank his brother… well because they were brothers and brothers pranked each other!
"Mmm… Ana?" Christian's voice took my out of my musings and I looked up from the not-really-gold ring and to his scared face.
Crap, why was he scared? He was holding a thick paper in his hands and on an impulse, I climbed onto the bed towards him and took it from his hands.
The beautifully decorated appear said a lot of things, church this and reverend that but the only information I was looking at was at the proof of the worst hangover of my life.
In my hands I had a marriage certificate that claimed Christian and I were now husband and wife.
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