Hey guys, I'm back. I was truly shocked because of the reviews I got. Some were borderline abusive and I'm so sad that some people have the need to bring other people down. I'm, by any means, not a professional writer and I wasn't aware that I needed to be one.I understand that my story is offending a few dieheart Christian and Ana fans and I totally get your point but my story is not about the love of Ana and Christian. I'm just using E L James beloved characters to bring my story to life. I don't force anyone to read it. If you don't like it please don't read it. Like a fellow Author said if you don't like the things I write or if you think that I'm a talentless writer please publish your own story and do it better. I'm not the best writer and there are many more creative people on this page but I never said that I'm the best. I had someone messaged me that I should kill my pathetic self. Why? Because you think that I'm shit at writing? What's going on in this world if we feel the need to tell people to kill themselves because of a fanfiction? I'm taking the high road by still publishing my thoughts and my story. If I have just one reader it's still everything for me and I'm grateful.
I edited the first two chapters.I saw a few mistakes. Please note that English is not my first language. Because I write in the FF app I must split the chapters in under 2000 words, I don't really know why but it is what it is.
The story is NOT a HEA for Ana and Christian!
Enough of my rant, have fun reading Chapter 1CPOVAugust 2011I sit in my office chair with a big glass of brandy in my hand. Fucking incompetent cocksuckers can't seem to do their jobs right. We just lost a huge deal and several hundreds of people will be out of their jobs.
How are they going to pay for food for their families? How are they going to pay the mortgage for their houses? How are they going to pay medical treatment for their wives and children?
Heads will roll that's for fucking sure!
I feel like a big headache is coming and pinch the bridge of my nose to ease the pain.
I know what I need or rather who I need now.
I need to hear the soothing voice of my beautiful, hot as hell fiancee, Anastasia Rose Steele.
It's still foreign for me to call Anastasia my fiancee but it feels damn good.
Elena always told me that love is for fools and fucked ups like us don't deserve it. I almost believed Elena because of HER.
But she's wrong!
They are wrong!
Ana is always telling me how much she loves me and I slowly start to believe it.
Anastasia Steele.
My angel, my savior, my love, my life, my fiancee, my soon-to-be wife. Mine!
I pull my BlackBerry out of my suit pocket and dial my love's number. Three rings after she picks up.
"Hello handsome. How can I help you?" She answers all seductive.
"I could think of a few things, Baby." Like to tie you up and fuck you hard. Fuck, my cock is now pressing painfully against my zipper. "But I just really needed to hear you voice, Baby." She has somehow a calming effect in me.
"What's wrong? Did you had a rough morning, Mr. Grey?" She asks with a voice full of concern.
Oh Ana.
"You have no idea, Baby. When I come home tonight, be prepared. I'm in the need of good and hard fuck. Maybe I will deflower your tight ass tonight." I say in a hoarse tone.
Maybe I will just stick a peeled ginger root into her tight ass and fuck her pussy. Hmm, I can't wait.
"Are you up for it, Baby?" I ask hopefully.
Please say yes, Baby. A man needs some chocolate in his life too.
"Of course, Sir." Yeah. Fucking. Yeah. "I wanted to call you myself. Kate called me this morning and asked if I want to go to shop with her tomorrow for... you know... wedding lingerie." She says shyly.
My day is about to get a whole lot better. Fuck, I have now images of Ana in my head.
Ana in white lingerie, announcing her innocence to the world.
Ana with white pearls around her neck, complimenting her slender neck.
Ana with a gold wedding band, gracing her long, thin ring finger.
Me with Ana's Louboutins on my shoulders as I take her on our wedding night.
Life is perfect.
"But I don't want to take Luke with me." She says.
And just like that my erotic day dream comes to an end.
If she thinks that I let her roam around Seattle alone and unprotected she has another thing coming.
And what is with this Luke shit?
"Firstly buy all the lingerie you want. You know how my dick is loving you all sexy dressed. And take my credit card. Secondly, a big fucking NO for you going alone with Katherine "fucking troublemaker" Kavanagh. And thirdly, it's SAWYER and not Luke!" I almost shout at her.
Fucking frustrating woman.
"Christian Fucking Grey! I'm not a goddamn child! I'm a 21 years old, grown ass woman for Pete's sake! I don't need a babysitter running around with me and I certainly don't need you stupid credit card. We are in the 21st century where women work for their own money!" She shouts angrily.
What the ever loving fuck?
How dare she to raise her voice at me? If she would have been my submissive her ass would have been black and blue by now.
But she isn't your sub. She's your fiancee.Doesn't she know how much her safety means to me? I love her so fucking much. It would kill me if something would happen to her.
I couldn't safe the crackwhore but I will sure as fuck keep my Ana safe.
"Anastasia Rose Steele! Do. Not. Raise. Your. Fucking. Voice. At. Me! Who do you think you're talking to? If you aren't a child than maybe you should stop acting like one. Sawyer is your fucking CPO, your Close Protection Officer, not a Nanny! He will go wherever you will go. And if you don't stop your childish temper tantrum I will hire a female CPO and she will go with you into fucking dressing rooms and even escort you into fucking toilet stalls if you need to take a piss! Do. Not. Test. Me! I have already enough shit on my plate without your fucking smart mouth." I yell at my BlackBerry.
I'm fuming.
"You know what Christian Grey? Fuck you!" And with that she hangs up on me.
What the fuck? Nobody's hanging up on me. I'm Christian Fucking Grey!
I have enough.
Fucking impossible frustrating woman.
Just this morning things were all lovey dovey and now everything's shit.
Am I an asshole just because I love and care for her? Because I don't want some fucker to kidnap and doing god knows what things to her?
I really want to take her over my knees and spank her ass until morning comes.
We weren't in the Playroom since the belt incident back in May and quiet frankly it's slowly taking a toll on me.
My life with Ana is perfect, but my sexlife is damn frustrating.
Just as I'm about to destroy my office I hear a commotion at my office door.
What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Shit. Now?
As I make my way over to see what the noise is about I hear a voice I never thought to hear again.
A voice that shattered my already fucked up heart and soul into pieces.
A voice that's still haunting me in my nightmares.
A voice I used to love.
A voice that made me feel special and cherished.
The voice of HER.The voice of Leonora Fucking DeKay. Submissive number 14 and the first love of my life.
"Taylor! Please! I need to talk to him. It's important! Taylor... Elena... She... My god please I need him." She begs and cries.
Oh Querida. Something's very wrong. I just want to hold her in my arms and never let her go.
But her voice is throwing me back into a time full of heartbreak and pain...