This fanfiction is EXTREMELY different than the actual book. Information is all here:
Ana's mom is just now marrying Bob and he is a CEO of a company that will now be working with Mr. Grey of Grey Enterprises. Ana is almost sixteen, nearly seventeen and Christian is seventeen. They are both in high school, and the story is currently set in the summer.
"You getting your things packed up?" Kate asks while I sit and fold my all my clothes into the cheeta print suitcases.
"Yep."
"I can't believe your mom's found another husband.." She says flopping down on the edge of the bed and grabbing a Abercrombie t-shirt.
I shrug, "She gets bored easy I guess."
"You sure it isn't cause of the accident?" The question hangs in the air and before speaking I look down and the light mark on my left wrist.
"I dunno, that's a big change just because of that.."
We don't speak after that, silently folding shorts and tank tops. Las Vegas would now be my new home, a condo in some nice building, and another new school. Our small house now covered in brown boxes, all trace of a family living here gone. Bob, my mom's new husband was a big CEO in Vegas. We would be living and working with the Grey's, another family with a CEO father that Bob needed to be on perfect terms in. From what he's told my mother they have two sons and a daughter around my age, one son being twenty the other seventeen. For the next two days we loaded down a truck full of all the things my mother could convince herself to leave behind. As the condo was all ready fully furnished, we only had to bring things we really wanted too, all big pieces of furniture with no meaning getting sold. Wednesday at four in the morning I woke up earily and curled my hair into loose waves, pulled on my Hollister shorts, my loose fitting Hello Kitty tank top, and black vans to make it to the airport by five thirty. As always, my mother is always late, we make it there at just five twenty. Bob got us first class tickets.
"Would you like some orange juice?" A flight attentent with a blonde bun asks after the flight has started.
"Yes please." We both say and I go back to staring out the window. Mom hasn't exactly been as close to me in the last few months, so we stay quite.
The flight attentent comes back with me and my mom orange juice. I sip it and stair out the window most of the time. Since I'm not the best morning person, I dose off at some point, and don't wake again until we have landed.
"Ana dear, we're here."
Blinking still droggy, "Huh?"
"We're here, at Las Vegas, and you need to get up now."
I rub my head and run a hand through my hair, "Oh."
I stand up and stretch, before moving to get my carry on bag, and following my mom out. We walk through the airport to get our suitcases. We're greeted by a man who is quite bulky, big arms, but he looks nice.
"Hello Mrs. and Ms. Steele I'm Taylor, I'll be your driver."
My mom has a shocked look on her face, something Bob left out, "Oh wow, well thank you."
"No problem ma'm, I'll take the bags." He takes both of our bags a place them in the back of a large car. Once he's done with that we climb in the back of the car and drive to our new 'home'.
It's a huge building, we're staying right below the top floor. Taylor grabs our things and we meet Bob in the lobby. The inside of the building is just as fancy as the outside.
"Honey, I'm so glad you're here." Bob and my mom hug. "Bella it's great to have you here as well." We hug awkwardly then he leads us up to the room.
It, like everything else, is huge. A large living area with a bar that I plan to put to good use, an amazing kitchen with a bar, my mom and Bob's room is twice the size of mom's old room, and the same for mine. It's decorated nicely, obviously someone elses doing. A kind size bed, with a light pink comforter set, a beautiful glass bed frame I reconize from some fancy store. Most of my furniture matches that as well, a white desk and vanity, a huge walk in closet, and my own bathroom. Amazing.
"We're going to go have lunch, you wanna go?" My mom asks after a while of walking around the apartment.
"Nah, I'm gonna stay and unpack and stuff."
A worried look crosses her face, "Well the Grey's are upstairs if you need anyone."
"Okay.. I'll be fine."
"Okay dear. I have my phone. Love you."
"Love you too."
They've been gone for about ten minutes when I start blasting music. trey songz- neighbors know my name rings through out the condo and I dance around the place drinking sipping on some wine I found in the bar. Standing on the fancy couch drinking out of the wine glass twisting my hips, on the bar in the kitchen, with the wine slowly kicking in I'm dancing more like a stripper and singing loudly. The song switches to Motivation and I get more wine, dancing and singing loudy.
"Cause I let her ride while I drive her crazy." I turn in one quick spin to find some hot guy standing in the door way.
"Holy shit!" I drop the fancy wine glass I was holding and hurry to turn the music off. "Who ar e you?"
Not gonna lie, he's insanely hot, his hair a mess and giving off different shades of brown, a sexy smirk in place on his face, "I'm sorry, I was enjoying the show."
I roll my eyes, "Again; who are you?"
He walks in to meet me, "I'm Christian Grey. I live above you with my family. We could hear your music. I had no idea I'd get a free show."
"Hello Christian." I say his name like a cuss word.
"If you wanna dance some more I'd be more than willing." Smirk in place.
"No thanks. I need to clean this up." I get down and pick up the pieces of shattered glass, he walks to where I am, standing above me, his uh lower half in my face.
"Need some help?" He looks down, and I take in his long eyelashes.
"No thank you."
"If it helps, you look very good from this few."
"Are you always so foward with people you just meet?"
"Well if their hot, and baically just gave me a almost strip tease, yes." A dirty smile comes to his face.
"That was in no way a strip tease."
"One can hope. And who are you?"
I stand, "Ana."
We shake hands, "Nice to meet you Ana."
"Nice to meet you too." He's staring extremely hard into my eyes.
"Sorry for scarying you."
"No big deal."
"You sure? Nothing I can do to make it up?"
"No."
"Damn, rejected, it's okay. You'll give up at some point. We have all summer." Cocky.
"Mhmm I'm sure."
"Well, I'll see you later. Sorry again about the scare." He said walking towards the door.
"No problem. Just don't make it a habit of randomly walking in. I like walking around naked."
His mouth opens the slightest bit, but I can hear his sharp breath, "Comments like that Ms. Ana might cause you some problems."
I lick my lips and walk into my room and really begin to unpack. Thirty so minutes later mom and Bob come in.
"Ana, called." My mom said walking into my room.
Shit. "About?"
"Your music."
"Oh."
"No more okay?"
No worries, "Okay."
"We're having dinner with them downstairs in a few hours, please be on best behavior."
"Okay."
Three hours later I am in a Hollister strapless dress and black flats in the large dinning area of the building.
"Ana this is Dr. Grace Trevelyn Grey." Bob says introducing me to a middle ages woman with shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"It's lovely to meet you Ana, please feel free to call me Grace."
"It's nice to meet you too Grace." We shake hands and I'm on to her husband, who works with Bob.
"And this is Grace's husband Carrick Grey." He looks a few years older than Dr. Grey with short dark brown hair and a fancy suit.
"Ana nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too Mr. Grey."
"There's are their children, Elliot, Mia, and Christian."
Elliot is clearly the oldest, with curly light brown hair and slight 5 o'clock shadow, and his buff arms.
His boy like smile knocking off a year or two, "Hello Ana."
"Hi Elliot."
Mia is my age with long light brown hair and deep brown eyes, she's a pretty girl.
"I am so glad you're here Ana, now I have someone to hang out with!"
I smile nicely and agree. And then there's him.
"Ana."
"Christian."
It's a quick and quite exchange while the others take their seats. Christian quick to sit beside me. Grace and my mom talk about the flight while Bob and Mr. Grey talk about business. I sip on the wine lightly, still having a bit of a buzz from earlier, and get a worried look from my mom beside me.
"Do you think that's a good idea dear?"
"Yes mom, I'll be fine." I shake my head, protective as ever.
Soon a cute waiter comes to get our orders and I notice he's watching me, and I can't help but look at him. I get steak, which I know I won't be able to finish. After two glasses of wine I'm getting looks from my mother, which just angers me to drink more. The food comes and we all start eating.
"You like meat Ana?" Christian asks lightly near my ear.
"Love it." I smirk.
"Ana, why don't you drink some water?" My mom asks after about four glasses of the white wine
"I'm fine mother." Lie. I'm nearly drunk. But who do I care.
A quick look from everyone and they all go back to talking. Mom and Grace are talking about some shop that Grace just loves to shop at. Mia and Elliot are talking about some vacation they plan to take. Bob and Mr. Grey still talk all about business.
"We should go see a movie." Christian says forcing me to talk. Holding back the slurs I compose a response.
"Why would we do that?"
"Show you around. Maybe take you on the strip too."
I'm about to speak when Mia coughs getting all our attention. "I hate to leave early, but I made plans with Lily earlier to help her pick out a dress for her birthday. And I'd hate to cancel."
Grace smiles, "No sweety it's fine."
"Okay. It was nice meeting you Ana and Mrs. Steele."
We both agree and we all say good bye. Soon Elliot leaves to go meet some friends. Leaving mom, Bob, Grace, Mr. Grey, and Christian and I.
The cute waitor comes back and again is looking at me, "Can I get you anything?"
"More wine please." I say fluttering my eyes.
"Of course ma'm." He says before walking off.
"You could do much better than some waitor."
"He seems very nice."
"Yes, but you could do better."
"You have no right to infer things."
"Okay, sorry for trying to help you out."
"Well then if you are soooo help then who should I date?"
"Someone who can take care of you, not constantly working for other people."
"Do you have a problem with waitors?"
"Not at all. I just don't like him."
Before I can respond he is already back with more wine and I see his name is Jose.
"Thank you very much Jose."
A few more glasses later and the room is spinning.
"Dear, I feel horrible but me and Mr. Steele are going to need to head to the office." I hear Mr. Grey say to Grace.
Bob and my mom say goodbye and then the men leave.
"Well Carla we could go to that shop, I'd love to take you and this is a perfect time."
My mom looks to me, Grace looking also. "Christian, you could take Ana up to the room couldn't you?"
"Of course no problem."
"Ana, is that okay?"
"Mhm."
"Well okay."
"Christian call if you or Ana need anything and we'll be home in no time."
"Okay mom."
We say our good bye and they leave the table.
"So what about the strip?"
"You're hot." My drunken mouth rats me out.
He laughs, "Well thank you. You're very attractive yourself Ana."
"Let's go fuck."
Taken back by my bluntness he blinks a few seconds, "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well okay." That smirk firmly in place on his face.
He stands and grabs my hand, I pause quickly to finish off my glass of wine. He laughs lightly and guides me to the last elevator, and hits the button. We get in and I bite my lip having an idea. The doors shut and I push him into the wall. I hear him take in a sharp breath from the surprise. It takes no time before our tongues are fighting for control, his breath is oddly minty which I like. He lifts my legs up and wraps them around his waist, I feel his boner pressing into my thigh. I push my hands into his messy hair, tugging lightly, and feeling him moan against my lips. He breaks the kiss and starts biting and kissing my neck, sucking on my collar bone, and back to my mouth with force. I hear a bell and he moves me from the wall, while he fishes out the key to his there room I kiss his neck getting my breathing under control. He finally gets the door open and we're back to making out. He lightly slams me into a door, while pulling my dress over my head and tossing it to the floor in the hall. I'm back in his arms and then on a bed with him on top of me. Inbetween hard kissing I unbutton his shirt and throw it some where. He pushes his large boner inbetween my legs and a moan escapes my lips. After a little while of grinding on each other I start the undo his pants from under him until they hit the floor and he kicks them aside.
"Fuck." He groans when I rub him. He suddenly tosses me back farther on the bed.
"You are so fucking hot." He nearly growls before he slids my white panties off my legs and they join the others somewhere on the floor.
He lowers himself back down to my face and we makeout some more while he unhooks my bra. He stops brefly to grab a condom out of the bedside table, ribbing the black foil with his teeth and pulling is boxers down to reveal his large erection. Large doesn't even describe. I let out a moan just watching him slide the condom down his lengh.
"Ready?" He asks in a low, deep voice.
I nod biting my lip and he lifts my legs to his shoulders and guiding himself into me. I moan as all of him goes deep inside me. He grabs my hips and starts thrusting hard in and out of me, slamming deep into me. I grab on to his broad shoulders and lifting my self off the bed. He continues to thrust harder into and I come I don't know how many times. I can feel sweat became to form on my face just as he comes.
"Fuck. Oh fuck!" He shouts before he falls down beside me in the spacious bed.
We both lay there flat and panting, trying to recover. While laying there I take in his room, posters of bands and girls in skimpy clothes, a bunch of band tickets are stuck around a tack board above a brown desk that has a Macbook and a bunch of papers stacked. There are clothes thrown around in piles. I'm the first to sit up, looking down at him still panting.
"We never speak of this." I say as I scoot down to the edge of the bed and rise to get my clothes.
"Secret's safe with me Ms. Steele." He sits up on his elbows watching me colect my clothes and getting ready. I turn around at him, at his impressive package, and his face.
"Good." I start toward the door and pick up my dress from the corner.
When my head pops out from the dress he's standing leaning against the door way still naked, "No cuddling or pillow talk?" That smirk in place.
"Nah, think I'll go shower now."
He's eyes suddenly glowing, "I'll show you the bathroom."
"In my families room."
"Damn, no round two?"
"In your dreams." I say walking toward the door to the elevator.
"I might just take you up on that." He says slowly closing the door, "Goodbye Ana." And the door clicks shut.
I push the elevators button, the only one it has as we're at the highest floor, and step in. I hit the button with the '24' on it. It binks as it comes to a quick stop, the door is open so I just walk right in. I head straight for my shower, stocked with some shampoo and soap and things that aren't sold in stores already stocked up. I'll have to remember to get the shampoo I normally use. When I get out I make some coffee and sit watching a horror movie on netflix. I hear mom come home, with Grace, and show her most of the apartment. I can hear them talking in the main room, which I had previously been ignoring, till a sentence sticks out.
"I don't mean to be forward, but may I ask what happen to Ana's left wrist? As a doctor I can't help but notice somethings."
"This past year and half has been kinda hard. We had a bit of a rough spell last summer and on up until about December I had to watch her extremely close. Even now though I can't help put worry." My mother explains, not coming right out and saying it. She never has been able to say the actual sentence, always find another way around it instead.
The words hang in the air for a while till I hear Grace's faint 'oh'. My mom explains how Ray, the only real father I'd ever had, had died in an accident and it had been harder on me. Hard was a bit of an understatement. Just like my mother to down play some of the worst things. I place my half full coffee cup on the glass beside table, and pull the thick pink comforter and silk sheet over me. Wrap tightly in the blanket I eventally doze off.
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