Chapter 1

Christian

I woke up hearing the familiar tapping in my window. I lazily sat up from my bed and wore the boxers sprawling on the floor. My hand scratched my eyes before I headed to the kitchen to grab a mug of hot coffee. I checked the alarm clock and it wasn't even 6:00 in the morning yet.

I lived alone in a bachelor's pad. Gail, my housekeeper comes by every week to clean it for me. Every corner didn't have any dust. The Minimalist design of the place emphasized the black and white motif. It had manliness that blended well with class. I honestly didn't care. You can color it pink or rainbows or unicorns, I won't care. As long as I wouldn't live with my parents anymore then that's fine.

I stood by the window sipping the hot coffee from my mug. The rain poured heavily outside and it made the view foggy. Despite the raindrops sprinkling violently against the glass wall, I could still see a little bit of my reflection: lonely, angry, and empty.

I took the last sip until my mug was finally empty. I placed it on the sink where Gail would clean it up on Saturday. I knew I should clean it but I needed to study. It's my last year in college and a few steps ago, I would graduate.

After skimming my notes and reading three chapters of the book, I threw it on the table and decided to take a shower. That's how my life is. It is a routine of misery and endless loneliness.

That's the part that made me feel depressed too. Even in my college life, I couldn't make my own choice. If it were up to me, I wouldn't study business at all. I would have focused on my passion in life.

I turn the shower off and went to my walk-in closet to get dressed up for today's cold weather in school.

"It's cold, cuddle with me." The girl who I just slept with last night sleepily told me when I went back by my bed.

I ignored her.

"Cuddle me, please. Cuddle me," I ignored her once again. She must think that she's cute doing that but it didn't suit her. She's annoying. I buttoned my shirt and wore my neatly ironed navy blue coat.

"Cuddle yourself," I threw her clothes at her face before leaving. She could burn my place and I won't care. I didn't care my whole life.

Thirty minutes before my class started, I met up with Elliott inside a cheap pub. This asshole made such a stupid decision but that's not why I hated him. I hated him because although he was living very differently from the life he grew up in, he seemed to be so happy.

"I honestly don't know why we need to meet here. We could meet in a nice place," I told him. This place grossed me out.

"You know that Carrick and Grace have eyes everywhere."

"You don't think they have eyes here?"

"No, they don't. This pub is protected."

"How?"

Then the asshole burst out laughing. I laughed along with him. It was something about us brothers. We had our own understanding. We laughed out loud enough for the other customers to glare at us.

"Too early and you're drunk? No wonder why this country's going downhill," a drunkard said.

When our laughter gradually died down, I handed him my purpose here. It was a small white envelope that contained a cheque enough to support his family for a whole month.

"Thank you Bro," he said with so much sincerity. He needed this.

We have such fucked up parents. When Elliott entered college, he fell in love with Katherine who studied journalism. I knew he was serious about her because he introduced her to me. With her love for journalism, we immediately clicked as friends. We're cool.

Then, my parents knew about their relationship and made Elliott choose: the Grey empire or Kate. He chose the latter.

My parents were evil enough but I never thought they were that evil. Those fuckers cut off Elliott from school and they did the same with Kate. No school wanted to accept them. My parents must have thought that Elliott would obey them but he didn't. He ran away and lived with her instead.

It's been three years since it happened and now they live by but there were moments when they couldn't even eat. My parents still hoped he would leave Kate and his two-year old daughter to come back to us. I hated them even more when they would find out where Elliott worked and they would cause the business to get bankrupt.

It happened again. My brother's in search for another job again.

"Thanks again, Bro," he told me.

I gave him a smile before giving him a big unicorn stuffed toy. I said, "Give this to Ava. She deserves this."

"Bro," that's when he looked like he was about to cry. When it comes to my niece, he turns into this marshmallow.

"I know that she barely has toys, Elliott. I know you want to buy her a lot of toys. Don't worry. I will buy more for her." I loved that little girl. Ava deserved so much more.

My phone rang, telling me that I had a text message. I read it and cursed to myself. Such a shitty life, isn't it? Why can't these fucking girls understand that I only hang out with them because I needed to get off? I just needed a head.

From: Thelma

What kind of person are you? I love you! You're just using me!

From: Eliza

Hey handsome, want to go out for a date? I kinda want to hang out with you when we're not having sex, you know?

From: Pearl

It was a great sex. Maybe next time we will make love and not sex?

From: Bernice

Cuddle yourself? That's all you can say to me?! Well, fuck you! Cuddle yourself! You are going to crawl back to me and beg for my love!

"What's wrong, Bro?" Elliott asked.

"Nothing," I lied.

"Well, I need to go now. Thank you so much for your help. If it weren't for you, we would go very hungry by now. And, Ava will appreciate her unicorn."

"You don't have to thank me," I told him. We parted ways when I pulled him in and patted him on his back.

Two days later, I realized what I should do to avoid being involved with dramatic girls. It may be something like I stooping low but why don't I give it a try? The hell, how would my parents know? If my parents knew then so what? Why would I care about a whore?

I was inside the old unused janitor's closet and in front of me was the I.T. guy of this university. Most students thought it's just a rumor but this secret's actually true. This I.T. guy's a pimp. He had this secret website containing profile of students who get paid for sex.

River Intersect University was a highly prestigious school. 70% of students were born in a very privileged family. But no one could deny that the family which I shamefully belong in was on the very top of the list. On the other hand, 30% here came from scholarships and rumor has it most girls that belong in that minority are the ones in this website.

"What brings you here, Grey? Couldn't you get any girl you want?" The fucker mocked.

"That's the problem. I could get them but they don't know that I don't want them. I just need them for a night and that's it."

"Whoa then you should get an RIU Lady! River Intercourse! Woo-hoo!"

Dean disgusted me. He was supposed to be here to just fix computers and do some technical repair, but he clearly did way beyond that. The site he made was called .com.

At the back of my mind, I thought of how bad this was. I shouldn't be supporting a business like this. But what's my life for anyway? I wasn't free. My life's not mine at all. I will just enjoy sex as I want it. Anytime. Anywhere. With a girl who won't ask for more.

He handed me his tablet and I scrolled through the list. There were pictures and a little bit of information. Just the basic ones: name, age, and birthdate. He said that the rate with the girl could be discussed just as long as I get to pay him $3,000 cash. That's like a coin for me so it's not a big deal.

Then, I stopped scrolling when I saw her.

Her eyes were so blue and they pull you in so deep. There was a magnetic thrust in the way her eyes appeared on screen. Her long brown hair wasn't combed neatly but it was the reason why my fingers desired to run through them. I already imagined how my fingers would feel against them.

I imagined her underneath me whimpering as I push and pull. I envisioned her taking me in cowgirl position. I imagined her mouth taking my manhood completely up until they reach the back of her throat. Just one look at her, I wanted her.

Then, there was this other side of me that saw the glimmer of fear that failed to hide inside her eyes. I could sense nervousness, uncertainty, and maybe even anxiety. Just by the thought of that I wanted to protect her.

ANASTASIA ROSE STEELE

18 YEARS OLD

FEBRUARY 23, 1992

Without hesitations, I told him, "I take her. I take Anastasia Steele."

Dean said, "Good choice."

Hello guys! Welcome to my new story. I know that Somewhere in the Middle just finished but this thought just kept playing inside my head. This Christian is someone I am getting so attached to.

I will answer all questions now.

Yes, there will be Ana's POV

Yes, there will be HEA

This is Rated M for theme, language, and sexual content.

I hope you will like this, guys.

I will update whenever I have the time but mostly once or twice a week. I have so much work to do.

But writing is something I always give time to.

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Thank you.

Margo.