When I woke up the next day, it was 7am . It was a Friday but I decided not to go to work today, I have other plans. I rolled out of my double bed and stumbled over to my bathroom. After showering, I got dressed in a pearl white shirt & some smart , black trousers-perfect. I grabbed my apple laptop, I sauntered down my stairs, coated in a deep , blood red carpet. When I reached my kitchen, was preparing eggs & bacon for breakfast, they smelt devine. Seating myself at the breakfast bar, I opened my hi-tec laptop and typed in the name ''Anastasia Steele'' on my private search engine. The following results came up...
Anastasia Steele
21.
Lives in Portland as a student.
Works at Clayton's Hardware Store.
Phone number- unavailible.

Tapping my fingers on the table, I consider taking a visit to Clayton's. What's the worst that could happen? Interupting my thoughts, placed my breakfast on the table, along with a coffee. ''Enjoy your meal '' she grinned , and wandered off. Sipping my tea, I tucked into the meal and I lost myself in my thoughts once more. My conscience was telling me to do it, while the rest of me was sneering ''Do you really want to be the number one stalker?'' I slammed my laptop shut and stood up, regaining my self esteem. Strolling over to my front door, I pulled my blackberry out my bag and snapped ''Taylor, pull up the audi outside, we're going to Clayton's Hardware Store in Portland.'' He agreed and I ended the line. I sometimes wonder if I come across too aggresive sometimes. Climbing into my audi, we speed off into the distance, I can't believe I'm doing this. Play it cool Christian. Shit, what am I going to buy? There's nothing I particularly need. That's when it hit me, I'll buy some cable ties, rope & coveralls... They can certainly serve me well in future purpose's.

As Taylor pulled up outside the neglected shop, I noticed the windows were cracked , and the grass outside was well over grown. Sickly green weeds were creeping over the path & the paint on the sign was weathered off in small spots. Man did this place need doing up. Squeaking open the door, I instantly noticed Anastasia at the counter. I hid the grin that was attempting to plaster itself on my face and strode over to the counter calmly. ''Miss Steele what a pleasant suprise!'' I grinned warmly. Her face flushed a scarlet red. Eventually, she managed to say ''What would you like Mr Grey'' and I explained. Dawdling over to the isle, she mumbled ''Are you into D.I.Y?'' I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. She has no idea.
''Could say that'' I responded, biting my cheek to contain my laughter.

After collecting together the rope, cable ties and coveralls, we ambled over to the counter where she mentioned '' , Katherine would like some photo's for her report, my friend jose is a photographer and is more then happy to...''
''I'll be there tomorrow morning, at nine, where are you staying?'' I interupted.
''I'm moving to Seattle this weekend, so I'm in Portland hotel''
She's moving to Seattle?! YES. thing's are about to get more interesting.
''Alright Miss Steele, untill tomorrow'' I smiled, and I walked out of the shop calmly.

Driving back home, I lost myself in my thoughts again. She's moving to Seattle... This gives me a better chance to get her agree to my contract. This warm feeling was filling me inside, I'd never felt this before, what the fuck. It was like my stomache was bubbling with glee. Snap out of it christian. She's just a girl, same as the other fifteen. Suddenly, we halted to a stop. ''Taylor where are we?!'' I yelled, not recognising my surroundings. There was an ear-splitting screech and a loud cry from not so far away, and then...

To be continued..