A door slams shut, and I slowly wake up from that awful noise. I try to lift my head up to look around, but it immediately starts throbbing. My eyes close from the brightness creeping in from the thin curtains. I knew I would regret drinking so much last night, and I did it anyways.
I pull the covers over my head to block out the constant noises, and brightness. Wait a minute. These covers aren't mine, and neither is this bed. I peek my head out and find myself in a hotel room, not my bedroom. What the hell? I glance over to find two aspirins and an glass of water.
"You should really take those." I jump at the voice entering the room, and it's my admirer from last night.
"How? What? Did we?" He chuckles, shaking his head.
"I was going to take you home, but you threw up and past out in my arms. And no, we did not. "
"Thank you." I say, while looking down. He sits down on the edge of the bed.
"After you take those, there's the bathroom, and shower if you'd like. Then, there is breakfast waiting for you."
"Why are you helping me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why take care of me last night when I was probably covered in my own puke, and being a bitch to you." He face becomes serious and full with concern.
"It looked like you needed someone, and I was that someone, unfortunately. Just don't pull that shit again, because chances are there won't be a man like me to help you out like that."
"A man like you?" I joke.
"That's what I said. I don't ever like seeing a woman in a fragile, vulnerable state."
"Good to know." He raises up from the bed. "Wait, I don't even know your name."
"It's Christian Grey." My now named admirer leaves me, and his last name Grey sounds familiar. Grey Records. Fuck! He owns the record company my father just signed to, aka Ray's boss.
I climb out of bed, and throw back the two aspirins, chugging the rest of my water. The bathroom is humongous, a large glass shower and egg shaped bathtub taking up the room. I take off the pajamas I was placed in from last night, which was a oversized t-shirt and still wearing my panties. Thank god I wore my boy shorts.
The hot, steaming shower helps wonders with my pounding headache and nauseating stomach. When I enter back into the bedroom, I find a bag filled with clothes around my size. I change into the pair of ripped black jeans, a white button up shirt, and white keds. Interesting that he seems to know my style, and it's kinda weird. Not being able to find a blow drier, I leave my hair to air dry.
I find the dining room, which Christian is sitting at the head of the table reading the newspaper, and a buffet of food taking up much of everything.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I ordered all the breakfast foods off the menu." he explains, and I nod, taking a seat next to him.
"Thanks." I reach for the plate of pancakes, along with bacon and sausage.
"You find everything you needed in there?"
"Yes, I did. But I find quite strange that you bought me these clothes. Also, did you undress me for bed?" Christian chuckles at my questions. He's dressed casually, wearing blue jeans and dark navy blue sweater. His hair all over the place and it's slowly becoming his usual hairstyle.
"I sent my head of security, Taylor to receive the clothing. And yes, someone had to, Anastasia."
"Well, tell Taylor I say thank you."
"Will do." I cut into my pancakes and take large bite. Ah, tastes like heaven. "Good?" I nod.
"Why didn't you tell me that you work with my dad?"
"Honestly, I thought you knew."
"Nope. Ray doesn't tell me anything. So you own the record company?"
"Yes, and I dabble in other things." I raise my brow.
"Like what?"
"Well, other small companies. Also, there's my large company Grey Enterprises."
"You're basically an CEO?"
"Basically." he teases, and I roll my eyes.
"Where's your company located?"
"Seattle, Washington."
"And then why buy a record company in Los Angeles?"
"It was going under, and I'm friends with a producer who works there. He asked me to help save it, and so I did." I bite my lip.
"That's very nice of you." He shrugs.
"It's just business." My phone starts to ring, and I find my purse across the room on the coffee table. I speed walk over to it and it's Kate calling.
"Hello?"
"Where are you? You didn't come home." She sounds panicky.
"It's a long story, but I'll be home soon."
"If you say so."
"I promise. I love you, goodbye!" I hang up before I hear her response. Christian stares at me from across the room, his gaze burning into my skin.
"Boyfriend?" I laugh.
"Best friend." He gets up from his seat, and meets me in the living room. "I should get going."
"You're right." Christian stands in front of me, sexual tension building between us.
"I'm going to use the washroom before I go." I remove myself from the awkwardness, and run into the bathroom. After eating breakfast, I need to brush my teeth, so I grab his toothbrush. He won't even know.
I go back into the living room, where he's waiting for me. He holds out my purse and dress from last night for me.
"I had your dressed dry cleaned. There was some vomit over it." I become red with embarrassment, and nod.
We both enter into the elevator, and I make sure to give myself some distance from him. He presses the buttons to go down and remains standoffish to me. The doors finally dings and opens. God bless! I walk out first, needing to not be stuck in there any longer with him.
"Taylor has the car pulled up." Christian says, catching up with my fast pace.
"I was just going to catch a cab."
"No need. I have a business meeting, and might as well drop you off along the way." He opens the door for me to a parked, black Audi.
"Nice wheels." I say as I slide inside. He jogs around and makes himself situated in the driver seat.
"You have one?" I roll my eyes.
"Would it look like I would have one?" He shrugs.
"You never know." Christian drives into LA traffic, and turns on the radio. A classic Rolling Stones song plays through the speakers. "You a fan?"
"More than just a fan. They're in my top five of all time favorite bands."
"Best song from them, then?" he asks, driving with one hand on the wheel and his elbow resting next to the window.
"Beast Of Burden is hands down their best ballad, and instant classic. But Gimme Shelter is such a underrated song of theirs, and probably my favorite." Christian glances over at me, nodding his head.
"Paint It Black."
"That's your favorite?"
"Oh, definitely. Best song to play on Guitar Hero, too." I roll my eyes.
"That was pretty lame."
"Have you met Mick Jagger because of your dad?"
"Once, but when I was really young. My father admires him so much to name my brother Tobias Jagger." Christian laughs.
"You're kidding."
"I wish I was." The car pulls up to my apartment, and he turns off the car. Christian hops out of the car and before I know it, he's opening my door for me. "You didn't have to."
"I wanted to." The walk towards my building entrance is short, and we stop.
"I'm sorry about last night and everything-"
"There's no need. I've been there before." I smirk.
"So you've said before." Our eyes connect, and I'm staring at his light gray eyes.
"I'm sorry for what I'm about to do." I squint my eyes.
"What?" His hands cup my face, softly and lays his lips on to mine. The kiss is urgent and instantly passionate. I give into kissing him back, deeply. Oh boy, can this man kiss. His tongue glides against my own, and I'm craving more from him. But I'm disappointed when he drags himself away from me.
"I've been wanting to do that since last night."
"I don't blame you." I whisper.
"Have dinner with me, tonight."
"Huh?" He really has to stop saying confusing stuff to me.
"I'll pick you up at eight." Christian gives me one last kiss on my cheek, and gets back into his car. "Laters, baby." I wave, still remotely confused.
I unlock my apartment and walk inside to the smell of brewing coffee. Kate is in the kitchen making herself a late breakfast, and still in her pjs. She hasn't heard me yet because of the music she's blasting. I reach over to turn it down, and her face lights up when she sees me.
"You have some explaining to do, young lady." Kate waves the spatula in my face.
"Can I explain to you later?" She raises her brow. "I'm sorry! I have lunch with Carla and have to meet up with Cal before."
"Okay, fine." I run into my room, and decide to not change, sticking to what I'm wearing now. My makeup is a mess all over my dresser, and I quickly apply some to my face. Now, onto my hair that is nearly dried and wavy. So just throw it up in to a messy bun.
"I'm leaving! Love you, bye!" I shout over my shoulder, locking the door behind me.
Hopefully, my surprise visit to my dear little sister doesn't earn me a door slam in the face. The traffic isn't so bad and I drive up to her little townhouse she shares with three other girls. I ring the doorbell, and one of her roommates answer. She tells me that Cal is still up in her room. I climb up the stairs and find her room on the right.
"Cal?" I knock softly on the door. It opens, and Cal is standing there still in pjs with her makeup freshly done.
"What are you doing here?" she asks, but not in a snotty way.
"I just wanted to talk to you about last night." She lets me inside and closes the door behind her. "You were right, and I shouldn't have gotten drunk last night."
"Ana, I know you and dad's relationship is rocky. He's the same way with me and Toby, but we both understand that he's family."
"You two just haven't seen what I've seen him done before. I'm protective of myself, and you two."
"And we appreciate that so much. I just don't want to see you drink your problems away like he does. That's why I was upset last night with you."
"I'm so sorry, Cal. It won't happen again." I tug her into a tight embrace.
"I hope so, Ana." she murmurs.
"I promise."
Cal gets dressed in a sleeveless, turtleneck, navy blue dress with knee high suede boots. She tells me that I should've dressed up more, and I shrug. I drive us both to our mother's house, up in Malibu. We see that Toby has beaten us there with his classic Mercedes already parked.
"Mom! Your favorite child is here." I yell as we both enter into her house.
"Lies!" Cal replies back. My mother greets us in the living room, wearing high waisted flare jeans with a white top tucked in.
"Anastasia." She gives me a sweet kiss on my cheek, along with Cal. "And Calypso."
"Really, mom?" I roll my eyes.
"I know how you all hate when I say your full names, I get a rise out of it." Toby joins us wearing his usual attire of black skinny jeans, a white long sleeve with a flannel.
"When are you going to cut your hair, daddy junior?" I tease, and he shoves me playfully.
"The ladies happen to love my hair, gives them something to tug on." Cal, Carla, and I all make disgusted faces.
"Enough with the dirty talk, ladies man. Lunch time."
Lunch didn't take so long, and I got out there before my mom would start asking me about potential boyfriends. When I made it back home, Kate left me a note saying she went out with friends from work. I instantly become tired, and in dire need of a long nap. Making myself comfortable on the couch, I pass out.
A honking noise is constantly going off, and wakes me up from my pleasant slumber. I run over to the window to scream at the car and possibly person doing the so called actions. Instead, I find Christian's car, and he's the culprit. Oh shit, dinner!
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