A/N: Hello People of the internet :)
For those who have read the story before I just have to say I agree with you that without Anastasia my story wouldn't be the same. So I changed the main character for the Anastasia we all know and love. I kind of understood it when I thought about someone writing about Peeta without Katniss, I think I wouldn't enjoy the story as much. So I hope this time you guys like it :)
I thought about writing a new first chapter but if I did I was afraid that I would lose my inspiration and that it would come out hideously, so most of the things I wrote stayed the same. Also, my grammar isn't the best in the world and that's something I hate, but I'm working on it, so please just stand by.
With that said, enjoy it! :D
New kind of Paradise
Chapter I
Anastasia's PoV
Jamie's comments on my subject weren't making me like her. Who would have thought that for someone so young she could be pure evil––it was something that amazed me since, she was only two years older than me.
The only thing that made my morning better; was knowing that after this last monthly meeting, I would finally get the vacations I needed badly.
Come on Steele, just one more hour, I repeated to myself over and over, as a mantra in my head.
I had never understood how people could fall asleep in the middle of a meeting but Jamie had the powers of Hypnos.
As she was done resuming her half-hour lecture about the entire things she had accomplished since last month's meeting, I started debating whether to stop working and retire at 27 or continue working at SIP.
Retirement didn't sound so bad, I could sure get used to lying on the sandy beaches of the Bahamas, but reading for a living sure made my day sound a whole lot interesting.
I was filthy rich at 27. I had everything that made a woman happy except one thing or should I say a man.
Jaime sat down and as the boss––Mr. Smith––began to tell us how much we had advanced with our monthly projects and goals. He was the most handsome man my eyes had ever laid on. His complexion was of a Greek god, his black short hair perfectly trimmed, his gorgeous blue eyes and the way he looked in his suit made him perfect. He only had one flaw: he was much of a player with women.
When Mr. Smith had finished his little speech, I got up and proceeded to walk to the door, as he called my name.
"Miss Steele, could you come here for a moment," he said patiently with Jamie by his side.
"Yes, Mr. Smith," I said as I walked toward them with my legs turning to jelly. Damn! Why had I chosen to wear my highest Louboutin's? I also wanted to know since did Anastasia Steele agree to wear them…
Maybe Katherine Kavanagh had something to do with it.
"What do you need, Mr. Smith? You know, before I leave on vacation."
I looked into Mr. Handsome's eyes for the first time since I worked in SIP and I felt a connection between the gorgeous man and I.
Everything would have turned out like in the movies when the guy sees the girl and they make out except for Jaime, she was nuts for the guy. There were rumors all over that they were 'fooling around' in the office after hours. Jeesh! Jaime had no ethics or a brain. The only thing Mr. Smith saw in her: were her assets.
"Oh, nothing important Anastasia, I just wanted to congratulate you for your progress with the new authors––"
He didn't even finish his sentence when Jaime had already gotten between us and kissed him passionately in front of the whole office.
"Jaime, what exactly are you doing?!" He admonished her in front of everyone.
"Thank you Mr. Smith, I think I should get going. Losing a plane isn't the way I want to start my vacations," I said without making any eye contact with Mr. Heartbreaker.
I walked out of the conference room before I could hear anything back from Mr. Handsome. I felt so little compared to her; she had kissed a man, the most handsome in the world and what had I accomplished? Just congratulations from the man I loved.
Half way to my office I was detained by––the now whore of office–– Jaime.
"What do you want, Jaime? I have no business with you what's so ever regarding our jobs. So please move out of my way so I can catch a plane." I said to her.
"I know the way you feel about him and let me tell you that we plan on getting married next year. For the record, I wanted to say that you had no chance with him even if you cried and begged, he still wouldn't have given you a chance. You may be rich and all, but I'm much more of a woman than you with all of your big bucks, darling." She said.
If I only I had the guts to do what I had always wanted to do in my daydreams…
When had least expected it something came over me and I slapped her hard on the face.
"Thank you darling, but I'll pass on your man and for the record I'm not the begging type, I'm not a thing like you," I said triumphantly.
I was right; I wasn't a thing like her, I was shy and scared of every situation that would make me stand up for myself.
In the safety of my office I gathered my already packed luggage and got out the office before I had any other unfriendly encounters with Jaime. Deep down I felt sorry her, Mr. Smith would never ever be faithful to her.
Once outside I called a cab in the middle of Portland and asked the cab driver to take me to the airport as pronto as possible.
The driver sure knew what pronto meant he drove like his life depended on it.
At the airport, I gave him an extra $50 dollar bill for making the ride as fast as possible. The man was sure happy for the big tip and was kind enough to help me carry my luggage to the entrance.
I took my iPhone out of my purse to check the time and to my surprise I had 5 missed calls from Kate. She was coming on vacation with me.
She sat in the waiting room patiently, waiting was not a thing Miss Katherine Kavanagh liked doing but she knew me, always late.
It was very hard to miss her in a room––since she was wearing an extravagant yet sexy as hell dress. How could she be so sexy without even trying? It should be considered a crime or something like that.
In simple terms she was everything I wasn't. To begin with, today my hair was relentless; I had to tie it down before it would kill someone and I didn't want to get started on my shoes––they were too high so I kept on tripping everywhere, but Kate insisted I wore them.
I wanted to change the way looked and the way I felt about myself. These vacations were the perfect place to begin to embrace the new Anastasia Steele and Kate was sure to help me achieve it.
"Late again Ana, I thought we would miss the thing," she said scolding me lightly.
"Sorry, Kate, it's just that I had a bad morning at work. Jaime kissed Mr. Smith in front of the whole office and told me they're going to get married."
"And why would she say something like that to you? Unless, she found out what you feel for the fucker." She asked.
"Exactly, that's what she said. But what I feel bad about is that I kind of slapped the daylight out of her," I said ashamed of my past actions.
"You did what?! Ana I'm so proud of you! You finally had the guts to give her what she deserved."
She sure took me by surprise, I thought she was going to take me by the ear and make me sit in the corner. Instead, she was telling me I had done a good job slapping a woman who had been such a jerk to everyone… I sure liked the new Katherine.
Then the voice over the intercom said that the plane to Hawaii was ready to leave in 20 minutes. We carried our luggage to security and made sure and that everything was fine, we passed and gave a woman our first class tickets. The attendant woman took us all the way to our luxurious seats in first class.
"Would like some champagne, ladies?" the nice woman asked.
"No, thank you, but can we have 2 mineral waters please?" I asked.
"Of course, I'll be right back with drinks ladies." She said.
I got the seat next to window as always.
The attendant brought us our Perrier water bottles and she left back to the cockpit.
"Kate, I need your help with something. I want to know how it feels, to fall in love and I believe my security problems just won't let me figure that out. You know how much I've studied and put no other effort to anything besides my career. Now all these situations at work have put it into perspective for me, I want to be a new and secure woman." I said.
Kate just looked at me with her mouth open.
"I can't believe it, Ana! I've been waiting for you to say something like this since I've met you, and now that you have I'm going to help you." She said happily.
"Thank you, Kate, you have no idea how much you are helping me!"
The pilot finally announced that we were about to take off and that we should buckle our seatbelts.
I was so nervous I held on to Kate's hand. I didn't like to fly but I had to macho up to the situation.
I got lost in my thoughts, mainly on what Jaime had said about me being filthy rich and not being able to get the things I wanted––like Mr. Smith for instance––even though I had the money.
It reminded me of the things my father said before he died. He told me I could have all the family's fortune but that I didn't have a backbone in my body. At least I had Mom and Kate.
He was right then, but not anymore.
After 6 hours of flying I was sure ready to set foot on solid ground.
"We're finally on vacations, Ana, now we can work on that self-security problem of yours," Kate said.
Work on it? We would have to do much more than just work on my problems.
We got out of the plane,––happy to finally touch solid ground––and went to pick up our luggage.
Our luggage was just as we had left it.
The trip to the hotel were we had made our reservation was extremely beautiful. Hawaii was a living paradise.
Definitely The Kahala Hotel and Resort was the most majestic place I had ever been to.
Kate and I got out of the limousine that the hotel provided. Being rich was one thing but riding a limousine to heaven like that was so awesome!
"Anastasia Rose Steele, this hotel is the best! Just look at the people look happy to serve us." Kate said.
"Oh Kate, you sound like my father. It must not be fun to serve rich spoiled people all the time. I know I wouldn't last a day without hitting someone in the face for being so snobby."
"You say that because you're not a thing like you father, and for that I'm thankful." She said.
As we entered the hotel, I was convinced that I had died and gone to heaven until someone didn't see me as usual and crashed into me.
We both fell to ground in the middle of the lobby.
"Sorry, Miss I didn't see you," a man said.
"It's ok. It always happens to me, as crazy as it sounds," I said as the man helped me up.
As I turned around Kate was looking at me like if I had struck for gold. I didn't understand why she was looking at me like that until I turned to face the man who crashed into me like a ghost.
HOLY CRAP! The man fit in perfectly with the heavenly atmosphere. If Mr. Smith was perfection I didn't have the words to describe that man.
"I'm sorry, I'm Christian Grey," he said as he gestured his hand to introduce himself.
Damn! What was my name?!
"I-I'm Anastasia Steele." I said as I nervously shook Mr. Grey's hand.
"What a pleasure Miss Steele, but I think you should be more careful were you walk, next time. It isn't safe for a woman such as you to be walking around without knowing where she heads." Mr. Grey said as he picked up my stupid glasses.
"I think I can I take care of myself, Mr. Grey. Thank you for the mental note though, I'll keep in mind," I said to him a little a harsher than intended.
He gave me back my glasses and I made a gesture to Kate, so that we could go the front desk and check ourselves in to our separate suites. We didn't stay longer, because I didn't want to hear Mr. Grey telling me what to do. It freaked me out a little the way he seemed to use his words to reprimand me without even knowing me.
I didn't know where I had gotten the courage to talk to a man like I had done with Christian Grey. Maybe the new Ana was going to help me with him. Because I was sure of one thing, during these vacations I would change the old Anastasia for good.
Christian's PoV
A woman had never talked to me like that. I was always the one in control, but there was something about Miss Steele that seemed so intriguing. Sure the woman didn't have the normal aspect of any of the other women that Christian Grey was linked with, but she had some guts talking to me like that. She had the tallest shoes I had ever seen on a woman––she looked like a student no older than 23––with a 1950's red sundress and her thin framed glasses.
The thing I liked the best about was that she smelled like lilac just like Grace's hair. She was the sweetest looking woman I had ever seen very unlike her friend––That girl would have been perfect for Elliot, that bastard always going for the blond ones–– yet, she was something new and exciting.
The way she looked at me told me, that she wasn't one of those girls who would fall to my feet easily. But then again when has Christian Grey ever settled for easy.
I was sure of one thing during these vacations Miss Anastasia Steele would have to think twice about talking to me like that ever again. If she was going to play hard to get I was going to work twice as hard as to getting her to fall for me.