Kate's POV

Chapter 1

Kate

Kate stretched, yawned and readjusted her slippered feet atop the sofa cushions. It was nearly time, Ana would be up soon. Ana never overslept. A moment later Ana's alarm clocks blaring noise roared through the small apartment. Kate ruffled her hair and sank deeper into the comfy couch. She was supposed to interview a business tycoon today. It had been at the fore front of her mind for months. She had been preparing and repreparing nightly, but in one afternoon that had all changed. Kate had met Elliott.

It had been a long day at school. Graduation was swiftly approaching and final tests and papers were only days from being due. Kate was wound tight and decided to have a night out with friends. Her best friend and roommate Anastasia Steele was holed up in the apartment, her Ray Ban's sitting on the bridge of her nose, her face stuck in a book. Kate had begged and begged to be accompanied, but Ana had declined. So, Kate was alone in an upscale bar in the center of town. She was nursing her third bloody Mary when he sat down at the stool beside her. Hi, he had said with confidence, flipping shiny blonde tresses from his heavily lashed eyes. Hi she had returned to him, returning to her drink. He had eased her into an easy conversation. She found herself laughing and chatting him up as if they were old friends. During that time she found out that the mega mogul she was in line to talk with was his younger brother. He had asked her not to do it, and against her better judgment or perhaps due to the three bloody Marys' she had agreed.

"KATE", Ana was calling her name, how long has she been standing there she thought. "Are you okay," Ana asked, with concern, handing her a steaming mug of tea. Kate assured her she would be fine, and handed her the notes and questions on Christian Grey billionaire. Ana was worried, she assured her that she could do the job and ushered her out of the door. Once it was closed she leaned against it and closed her eyes. She felt bad for lying to her best friend in the world, but she just couldn't fight that warm and fuzzy feeling she felt when she thought of Elliott. Hurrying into her room she changed out of her slippers and flannel pajamas in exchange for a form fitting black dress. Rushing into the bathroom she smoothed her strawberry blonde long hair down with a brush and applied a bit of makeup to her face. She didn't need much, she was absolutely gorgeous and she knew it. With one more glance into the mirror, Kate grabbed her purse and made her way towards the door.

Kate was beginning to feel nervous. I mean it had to be crazy to be this head over heels over someone after just meeting them. Well, you didn't just meet him; her subconscious mind sent back, you slept with him not once, or twice but three times. Kate's entire body went warm just remembering that night. She didn't consider herself a whore, or a one night stander, but she also didn't believe in love at first sight. For the first time in her life, Kate Kavanaugh was at a loss for words. Glancing at her watch, she looked back at the door for the hundredth time. Where was he, she thought. She hated waiting.

Elliott never showed, Kate slinked back into the apartment and rushed into pajamas before Ana returned. She didn't want her to find out she had been faking sick. Although now she really felt sick. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and her cheeks were chaffed from all the tears she had wiped away. Emerging from her bedroom, she took her place back on the sofa and flipped on the TV. She was just beginning to doze off to sleep when she heard a key slip in the lock of the front door.

Ana wore the weirdest look on her face. She seemed to almost be lost in her own head. She passed by the sofa, not even bothering to acknowledge me. I don't even think she saw me. I cleared my throat, once, twice, three times before she looked my way. Her eyes were glassy. She seemed to shake her head a little before speaking with me. Before I knew it she was on the sofa next to me. The throw covering both our knees. She felt my forehead and made note of my puffy eyes. Allergies, I lied and half faked a sniffle. She gave me a hug and headed off into the kitchen to fix me chicken noodle soup. I hated chicken noodle soup.

Later in the comfort of my bedroom and behind my closed and locked door, I lay in my queen sized bed and pondered over what could have gone wrong. Tears fell from my face and dropped like rain onto my pillow creating an instant puddle. I had never felt this way before. I was the heart breaker, not the heart broken, I mean I had just met this guy. But my heart was indeed broke. It was almost as if I could feel the shards penetrating my chest, it was so hard to breath. For the thousandth time, that day I checked her phone, making sure that I didn't miss a call or a text. I even checked my facebook and twitter accounts. There was nothing at all from Elliott.

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Kate was livid. She sat with her arms crossed over her chest. Ana was conducting a photo shoot for Christian Grey. Their mutual friend Jose was pacing the room overly eager at the opportunity to shoot such a popular man. She still had not heard from Elliott, nor had she told Ana about him. She could sense that Ana was falling for this Christian Grey. She tapped her foot impatiently. There was a knock on the door. She crossed the room to open the door herself. An extremely attractive man stood before her. He was wearing a white linen shirt and dark jeans. On his feet was an expensive pair of oxfords. He was also wearing a scowl. Kate introduced herself and showed him into the room. She listened as he made comment of the fact that she was suppose to interview him. She nodded her head in agreement, mentioned something about sickness and walked away. She wondered if he knew she had given herself to his brother. Suddenly she felt ashamed, and angry. Reclaiming her spot along the wall she watched as Ana and Jose approached Christian. Ana was acting all weird. She couldn't seem to stop biting her lip and her face was flushed an unnatural shade of crimson. Kate smiled despite her mood. It seemed her virgin, uptight, book worm of a friend had a crush on one Mr. Christian Grey. Poor Ana, she thought, she doubted if she was even remotely this man's type.