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I am shocked, frozen where I was standing. His eyes held mine captive as we stared at each other. None of us talked and we just revelled in the silence. Everything around us was passing us by but all I had eye for was him. The only sound I heard was his breathing, the only thing I felt was the heaving of his chest as he held me close to him with his hand on the small of my back from when he prevented me from falling on the ground.

His eyes were still blazing with anger and no matter how I was feeling, I knew that it was better to step back.

"I'm sorry." I quickly apologized.

He shook his head and smiled slightly but it looked out of place on his face as his eyes were still expressing his anger though it has lessened. "It's fine, Miss. Accidents happen all the time."

I chuckled. "Though they seem to happen to me more than to other people. I'm a klutz." I explained before taking in his shirt. The coffee he had been holding in his hand was now all over it. "I'm so sorry for your shirt. Please let me pay for the dry cleaning."

"It's okay. I can pay for it myself." He dismissed but I wouldn't be deterred so easily.

"No, please. It'd make me feel better. I feel so guilty for running into you and looking at how you're dressed you must be important and most likely heading to-"

"You don't know me?" He asked, cutting me off mid-sentence.

I blinked. "No, should I?"

"No, it's just... I'm a very wealthy, well-known business man. These days it seems as if everyone knows me. It's quite refreshing to meet someone who doesn't know me." He explained and I immediately felt bad.

I could not even imagine what it was like to be known by everyone but somewhere I did. Ella's father is also a very important business man and he often gives interviews, he's always being photographed even if he's only just out with his family. It doesn't help that he doesn't do anything to deny the lifestyle he and his entire family dabble in.

The entire Lincoln family was part of the BDSM-lifestyle and their parents have met after their mother subbed for their father. From a very young age I was exposed to the lifestyle and as where they but we never cared about it. It was their lifestyle and their decission not to make a secret out of it which is something we never expected them to do but we were all shocked when it was revealed that they didn't keep it a secret for the rest of the world either. We all just thought it was something that we would keep in the family.

Definitely after Philippe decided to experiment a bit and ended up as a dominant, we thought that no one would have to know about it but aparently he didn't care either.

When Ella became a sadist it was always her intention to keep it within the family and didn't think anyone really had anything to do with it. She didn't want anyone to judge her for that and knew that she would have looks thrown her way but the secret came out anyway when her father had a slip up and accidently exposed her. After that she didn't care anymore and made no secret out of it.

Cam was only 17, a couple of years younger than me and while he couldn't truly be anything yet, he didn't mind tying up girls or blindfolding them. He was well on his way to become a dominant, something he was preparing himself for.

That only added to their appeal for the papperazzi as they were all trying to catch them in some sort of dodgy club which they should know better for. I had been in their house several times over the years, I had my own bedroom there- Hell, I call their parents mom and dad as they're more my parents than Carla and Ray- and I know exactly where they indulge in their preferences.

I've seen Ella's dungeon and I've also seen Richard's playroom though they don't go there as much anymore. Philippe has always been private about that part of his life but since I was his 'little sister', I've been allowed inside and could see just how he spent his time in that room.

Even though I've been exposed to the lifestyle all my life, it never held any appeal to me and I've never thought of experimenting with it- Hell, I was still a virgin, there was no experimenting with anything for me. But I knew that there was no submissive bone in my body and I would not be able to live with myself if I were to whip someone for my own pleasure, I've seen to many cases of abused children so I would not be okay with doing it.

No, BDSM was not for me. I'm more of a vanilla girl.

But anyway, I could not imagine being exposed like that. I've been associated with their family more than once, everytime I had been seen with Philippe they spread rumors that I was his submissive but he quickly squashed those lies and told them the truth but they didn't back off and were convinced that I was his sub.

As if.

But what he told me made me feel bad for him. Everyone knowing him, he didn't have a private life anymore. "I'm sorry. I can't even imagine what that must be like, I have friends who are always exposed but they try to keep me out of the paps way as much as possible."

"I learned to live with it." He shrugged of.

A man with a very short hair cut stood by his side immediately. "Sir, we need to get going if we want to be on time."

"Of course, Taylor." He agreed. "It was nice to meet you, Miss..."

"Steele." I answered, handing him money in the hand he held out for me to shake. "That's for the dry cleaning."

He stared at it. "Even after I told you that I'm a wealthy man, you still insist on paying for my dry cleaning."

"It's my fault your shirt is messed up, Sir. It's the least I could do." I answered before spotting Ella. "I got to go and so do you. Have a nice day."

"You too." He said before following the man whom I presumed was his security.

I wanted to go to Ella but something on the ground caught my eye. Picking it up, I saw it was a flash drive. I turned around, thinking it was his but he was long gone. Ella joined my side, looking where I was watching the mass of people walking in and out of the building.

"Why did Christian Grey talk to you?" She asked.

I looked at her. "You know who he is?"

"Yeah, you don't?"

"No, I didn't. As for your question, I have no idea why he stayed to talk to me. He could've just taken the money and left."

"Maybe you caught his attention."

"Maybe." I agreed.

"Stay away from him though." She warned. "He's a dominant, I could tell and we both know..."

"I'm anything but a sub." We finished in unison.