Chapter 1

I sat looking at scores of the NFL States of the Seattle Seahawks fell third last year but it was ok it was a hard played season, after losing our quarterback to Edmonton Eskimos, I felt that this year's choice in the new quarterback Christian Grey, held promise, he quit from the NFL from Detroit Lions and came back to Washington to play the game. He was born and bred in Seattle, WA. The 33-year-old was smart, young enough still to play, and fast, and could dead lift 600 pounds, my panties got a little moist at that last one.

Me a 22 editor that worked alongside my older wisecracking brother, Jose. I was adopted when I was three but he treated me as if I was his real sister. My mother was a meth addict that overdosed one Christmas morning, the next day I was placed with them, within a week I was adopted.

"Hurry up Ana we gotta go if we are going to make kickoff!" Shouted Jose from the basement. He took the bottom of the house and made it into his apartment and I took the top half since our mom was in a rest home with advancing Alzheimer's and my daddy was six feet under. We were left the house, and the business's, my older brother Ray took over daddy's automotive shop, and still made millions from it, we were his little brats that loved the relaxing life, however, Jose made the most of his life and got himself a wife Kate, and worked as an online sports blogger, made good money but not enough to survive. I grabbed the Apple laptop top and slammed it shut, I grabbed my old orange jersey, pulling it on over my head. I ruffled my wavy burette hair and pitched my pink fair skin cheeks hoping for color but nothing. My family all of them had raven hair, tan skin from my mom being half Native American and half French. I had wavy Brunette hair, Blue eyes, fair skin, my brothers were bigger people I had little to no belly, and I felt like an outsider in my own family, daddy and mom called me their little Christmas angel. In fact, my name is Anastasia Faith Steele. They changed my name when they found out what it was when I was adopted, and I would have asked them too. Walking out of my purple room to the staircase, I looked to the bottom and there was nobody there, I placed my leg over the railing and rode down. I always had a problem with stairs, ever since I was little I would lose balance and slip down them, it was a weird thing with me, I'm uncoordinated.

As I did, Jose's wife Kate, came up from the basement, I think she wanted me to be gone and leave the house and she could milk my brother for children and they could have the upstairs rooms and complete her dream of being a Vancouver housewife. However, I didn't want to move out yet and I loved the house I grew up in, the pool in the back yard was defiantly a selling point to stay. Looking for the plus-size beauty as she slammed her eyes up and down me. Me in my black short boots, and my jeggings, and my daddy's Blue and green jersey, vintage. Her in her white jersey, with a big number 4 on the front and back, McCallum's old number. The kicker. "Well here comes honey boo-boo." Her slimy name for me, we seriously disliked each other. I threw my leg off the railing and hopped over to my big brother who was just coming up the stairs. "I'm ready, is the piece sign ready?" I nodded to her, she sneered at me.

"Ladies, I have work to do with the quarterback today so I would like it if you guys kept your cool and not got blood in my truck. Now let's go!" We walked out the door and I jumped in Jose's Dodge RAM truck, Daddy left him that as well as money for me to get my own truck. I wasn't his real daughter and he treated me as if I was. I got in the front knowing how much it would piss off Kate. Her Blonde hair and her blue eyes raged as I was sitting there with my seatbelt on, Jose would pick me over his wife every time that's why I got away with almost murder and it left his wife, reeling. She opened the door, "out brat!" I shook my head my waves following as I shook. Her nails dug into the paint of the truck door as they did. Jose looked over, "Kate just get in, and you can have it on the way back." I knew it was a crock of shit as she did, I would always out beat her and she would be sitting behind my head. She snarled at me and slammed the door I didn't even flinch, as she climbed in. Jose drove away from the street and down the windy roads to the Lion's Gate Bridge to which we would get on to go the game.

"So you excited for your interview with Christian Grey?" I quizzed him, knowing he did his homework but I still wanted to know what he knew so if I did meet him I could ask him more questions, and get more work in for my brother.

"Actually I am feeling nervous, this is the first guy I had in about nine months, since last year, and the fact he is from the states, I know he is here, and has a rushing yards of uh…" He was nervous my brother who knows all the stats like he was the Don Cherry of Football put most sportscasters to shame the fact that this player had helped bring two teams to their knees in the Super bowl but this man had a fear in his eyes that I never saw. He stopped at the red light, Kate looked over at Jose. "Baby we don't have to do this if you don't want to." I shot her a look like yeah right.

"Jose I will be here to help you, you know that." He looked at the light that turned to green and looked to me, "thanks, Ana. It means the world hearing you say that." I looked behind me.

"See I'm not his wife and I am more supportive than you." Zing!