AUTHORS NOTE:

Hi guys! As you will tell with the language in this story, I am English and so do ask me if you're not quite sure what I mean!

E.L James Owns the Fifty Shades Trilogy ... damn I love Christian ...

I do own Martin though (yay!)

Rated M for language... and other reasons later ;) Enjoy!

I'm Phoebe Ella Grey. Yes I know what you're thinking; daughter of multi-billionaires Christian and Anastasia Grey. I grew up having a VERY wealthy lifestyle. I got whatever I wanted- even though my ideal world would just to be placed in the centre of an abandoned library full of British Classics, but my father had his own ideas... of course. I've been given brand new cars every single birthday after my 16th ... even now that I'm 21, I still have the nickname 'Baby Grey' ... even though I am the middle child of three.

My brother, Theodore, is 23... and is much like our father; you can just look at him and KNOW he has money. Yes I have money- I even run my own publishing company and book restoration company. Although I have money, I don't brag about it when I go to a gala with the family or on family days out with inevitable paparazzi bullshit.

The big question you're all probably asking right now is why am I still called 'Baby Grey'. The answer to that is simple- I'm my parents only daughter. After me, they had another son, in which they named Andrew Christian Grey. Andrew is one of those guys that tends to stay away from the family, because he's a snob and tends to be an arsehole about everything and anything.

He has his own family- even at 20 years old- and owns his own companies and houses. Family you may asking? He was 16 when the stupid son of bitch got my best friend pregnant- well at least he thought he had. He and Sylvia had a son named Alexander... well she did- she cheated on my brother with his best friend and so Voilà! Alex was made! I've got to hand it to Andy though, he has raised Alex like his own - but doesn't call him son as he has his own father. He currently owns a IT company within the heart of New York and therefore runs things over there.

Why is he a snob? Well... as he was the youngest, he got EVERYTHING. I'm not saying that Teddy and I were left out, but when it came to Andy, Mum never stopped wiping the dribble off of his face so-to-speak.

Anyway, I went completely off topic for a moment there... God fucking damn it Pheebs.

After daydreaming about my entire life, for what seemed like an eternity, whilst going up to my Escala penthouse- well my parents penthouse- I stop outside the door to find a man standing there looking at me with bright blue eyes. My fucking Jesus. He. Is. Hot! Auburn hair, blue eyes , and a well buffed body... shit I'm starting to like him yet I haven't even spoken to him yet.

"Err can I help you with something?" I asked looking for my key in my bag.

"Actually I was looking for a Miss Phoebe Grey- would you possibly know where she is?" His English accent then throws me right around off on the hotness tangent... yum!

Wait... Shit! What the fuck have I done now? Debt? No- Dad checks. Death? No- Mum rings everyday.

"Can I ask what it's regarding?" I ask anxiously.

"That's strictly confidential Miss..."

"Miss Grey, Miss Phoebe Grey..."

"Oh, Well I am Sorry! My name is Martin, the student you said that you would take on?"

I then remember that my Assistant had arranged this with me two weeks ago. A student? He looks to be my age- out of University and off to see the world.

"Ahh yes Mr Clarke- You'll be staying in the guest room in the penthouse.. there is going to be rules during your time here" I notify him.

"Yes ma'am, anything in particular?" Those eyes look directly into mine and suddenly all I want to do is take him on a personal tour to the playroom. No Grey, he's a student- stop it.

"1. No girls overnight- I don't mind during the day, but after 10 I like some 'me time'.

2. I know you know who my family are, but I will ask you to sign a contract stating that you will not leak any information to anyone- especially media twats.

3. You won't have the hots for my Mum- my Dad will try to kill you.

4. Be in by 11 at the latest- I will lock the door afterwards.

And finally 5. Don't try and hit it on with me- I am your boss and as my father would say 'Never mix business with pleasure'... even though I really want to fuck you right now"

Oh my fucking god did I just say that out loud?!

He takes the last part in and has a deep breath before he replies.

"Absolutely Miss Grey- I can quite agree with your father. However, I do appreciate your compliment and would like to return to you also" He looks straight into my eyes at that point. Then I'm gone.

I pull him into my room and we fuck. Plain and simple. But let me just tell you that this just doesn't happen to me- I'm nowhere near beautiful or remotely pretty- despite what the papz state - however I'm not exactly a virgin either... luckily neither is Martin.

I wake up the next morning with the memories of the night before flooding back to me- it was HOT sex, but it was also wrong. I need to set him straight.

I walk to the kitchen and there he is sitting with a cappuccino in a long t-shirt.

"Martin.. I" I start, trying not to offend him, because I do like him and frankly he was a good fuck...

He turns around in his chair and looks me in the eye. Those eyes are going to do it again!

"I know, It must never happen again- lets pretend it didn't. I will live my life and you'll live yours" He holds out his hand to shake mine in agreement.

I shake his and feel this sudden surge of emotions, with this I run to my bedroom and cry my eyes out. A one night stand. In my home. I now have to live with him for a year. Emotion fill me to the brim and with this I realise that last night was stupid, because now the feelings I have for him will take a will to disperse.