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ANA POV
"And he just came up to you and bought your drink?" Kate asks astonished. After walking through crumping club members, drunken jocks, and couples sucking face, I finally found Kate. She was casually leaning against the wall with 5 guys flattering her very existence. I clutched Kate wrist and pulled her to the side, ignoring the rude stares I got from her "admirers".
"Yes!" I whisper nervously looking around, as if Mr. Sexy as Fuck might over hear me, "And…" I try to slip in, "He kind of knows I'm underage." I peek up at Kate through my lashes, not knowing what her reaction might be. Could we get arrested? To my surprise she doesn't seem the least bit concerned by the news. The tinniest smile lifts at the corners of her mouth. "What?" I ask astounded- what am I missing?
"How old was he Ana?" she asks. It reminded me of when she talked to her little brother Ethan. Like I'm not getting the obvious fact of the matter.
"Ummm…" I rack my head for an answer, "He couldn't have been as old as I am. Why?"
"Ana!" Kate chuckles, "Look around," She gestures to the dancing crowd, "most of them are underage- maybe not as young as 15 but still the same. He wouldn't have done anything if you told him your real age, because he's just as guilty." She smiles at me, "This is one of the few clubs in Seattle that accepts minors as young as 17 years of age. They let minors in because most of them are children of millionaires. The owners of this place know for a fact that the minors could have their parents shut this place down in a heartbeat- but the only rule is that they can't drink, too much..." She shrugs it off. She starts to sway in the rhythm of the music. This is a lot to take in.
My eyebrows knit together, utterly lost. I shake my head, "But he said he was going to get drunk. Why would the bartenders here knowingly let a minor get drunk?"
Kate's eyebrows shoot up. She stops swaying and looks thoughtfully at me, "He told you that?" I nod, looking at her expression shift from humor to surprise. Out of nowhere she shakes my shoulder, "Way to go Annie!" Kate grins, "He must be uber rich or important to pay off the bartender! You just got hit on by a big shot! Then he must defiantly go to Seattle Prep. " She giggles and starts to sway again, but stops mid sway and stares at me, "Was he cute?"
I stare down at my high heels and blush, "That's putting it loosely," I say under my breath. I look back up and she's smirking at me.
"Is Anastasia Rose Steele book worm extraordinaire crushing on someone?" She teases, making me blush a deeper red than I already am. When she sees my embarrassed expression she already knows the answer. "You are!" she celebrates. She then takes me by the wrist to a more secluded space. "Tell me everything! What does he look like? Did he flirt with you? Spill Ana!"
"Kate!" I snap at her, exasperated at her inquisition, "Calm down! He bought me a Coke, not a promise ring," I glare at her.
She sighs, "Fine. Let's start with the simple questions," again, in the I'm-talking-to-a-child-voice, "What did he look like? You get a good view?" Nudging my side, it's something my mother would do. She chuckles.
I grimace but proceed to fill her in with the glorious details of him. Every extraordinary inch of that boy. I'm careful not to look directly at her, scared I may explode in triumphed grin thinking about him. When I'm done I peak up to see Kate's expression, expecting a squeal, or giggle, or a flirty remark. What I look up at is not Kate like at all. She is gawking at me with a completely, utterly, open mouthed, 150% shocked face.
"What?" I asked bewildered, "Kate? What is it?"
"Sorry, Ana. It's just…" She trails off, lost in thought and disbelief.
"It's just…?" I prompt.
"I think I may know who he is." She turns to look at me. Obviously snapped out of the zone she was in, but still in disbelief. What are you hiding from me Kate?
"Oh. Okay. Then why did you look so shocked?"
"Well," She say conspiratorially looking around going into her gossiping façade', "His names Christian Grey. He was adopted by the Greys at a very young age. He's a brawler, gets drunk occasionally and every girl wants him." She looks at me like she's not telling me the key answer of why she was so shocked. I let the silence stretch on, willing her with my eyes to go on.
"I hope you know that that doesn't answer anything for me," I tap my foot like the stereotyped teenager would do, glaring at her with my hands on my hips.
"Well…" She starts to say. She bites her lower lip, and shrugs. I notice she's purposely avoiding eye contact. "He doesn't want every girl, if you catch my drift…"
She watches my face carefully, waiting for the light to switch on in my head. To discover the meaning behind her words. If he doesn't want every girl that wants him isn't that good? That marks off man whore, but- Oh. As realization about Kate's words hits me like a ton of bricks, it surprisingly tears through another part of me. Disappointment. How in the world could I feel that for a complete stranger? I'm usually not like this. Clingy.My face falls along with my jaw. "What?" I say disbelievingly, shocked to Kate, but no sound come out of my mouth. So I'll have to settle for my subconscious. What?! He's gay? It can't be! Can it?
"It's not for sure, Ana." Kate assures me, "It's mainly because- being as how many girls are after him- he's never had a girlfriend. He's always been so coy towards women. He's never said he liked men but… he doesn't show much of anything towards women…" She trails off, letting me think what I may of what she just said. "But," She says matter-a-factly, "I bet he's never bought a drink for a girl before, Ana. That's a major step into the right direction!" She nudges at me again, "Your direction to be exact." She's says seductively to me, smiling.
I crack a small smile, "Honestly Kate, I didn't come here to meet some stranger at a bar." I smile, "We came here to have a good time for my birthday. And I intend to do just so." I decide to let the subject of the matter drop for now, and go have a good time, Kate has a point. It is my birthday.
Kate claps and jumps up and down, realizing my change of mood, "Then come on!" she announces to me and clasps my hand grinning, "Let's hit the dance floor!" I follow suit as we make our way to the vibrating, colorful, and packed dance floor.
Kate and I have been thrashing our bodies on the dance floor for a good hour after I realize we should get going back to her house. I can't believe I don't do this as often. I've chosen Jane Eyre over letting loose. "Kate!" I shout over the roar of music, "I think it's time we retire," Kate's all long legs and blond hair. She looks perfect, all attention on her and… me. Jeez, Ana Steele, equally as stunning as Kate. I never realized that everyone on the dance floor had been dancing against us until now. My attention was not there as I tried to forget everything and have a good time, and I am damn proud to admit that I've succeeded.
"Kate!" I try again- unsuccessfully. I grab her shoulders willing her to stop dancing. She looks at me surprised, but radiating.
"Isn't this fun, Ana?" She yells over the music grinning like a school girl.
"Yeah!" I say giggling back and equally grinning at her, "But we have to go soon," I point at the nearby clock on the wall that reads 12:40.
She nods and we make our way off the dance floor.
"Umm, I have to go to the little girl's room. Can you wait?" Kate asks.
"Yeah sure, I'll be right here when you get back." I smile. Hopefully I can avoid Christian while I'm standing here in the open.
I lean against the wall, right under the exit sign and twiddle my thumbs, waiting for Kate to come out. I idly wonder if Mr. Kavanagh is home yet, hopefully we won't get caught I panic in my head, but how could we? I argue with myself, Kate says she's done this many time before, right?As I think about the pros and the con's about choosing to come with Kate to this club tonight, a man leans his hands on the wall on either side of my head. I look up in shock.
It's a clean cut, muscular, blonde man with bright green eyes- that are, at the moment, looking me up and down with a salacious grin. He smells strongly of beer and whiskey. He can't be as old as 16, maybe 17… When he meets my eyes he finally speaks- slurs- to me, "Hey baby, I think we could make a really good bad decision together," I gasp, in totally shock. This is why I don't go clubbing! To avoid bad situation like this! I shake my head showing my disinterest and put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away from me.
I try to pushhim off- I really do- but he's just too heavy. "Ugh!" I groan in frustration, "Will you please back up off of me?"
"Come on, don't be like that. Girls always chase after me; I'm just making your job a little bit easier." He slurs and grins at me. God, are all rich men cocky? He starts to kiss my jaw, short pecks up and down. I groan. Now irritated I try to duck down and away from his imprisoning arms but he grabs my chin and grins, "I haven't seen you here before. Maybe we can change that…" he slowly lowers his hand and onto my thigh.
"Listen, I don't know what you're thinking- or planning- but I'm not as easy as some of the bimbo's here! Why don't you leave me alone and go harass one of them! I'm sure they'd be more than willing to comply to yourto ignorant, persistent, "charms"!" I spit at him. I squirm again, half expecting him to grab me again. He takes my wrist and kisses my palm.
"Hmmm," He purrs, "Feisty." He leans towards me with his mouth open. I pull my head back as far as it can go into the wall, when someone interrupts- Oh, thank the Lord! I look up at the unexpected visitor in astonishment- holy fuck. It's him. I'm partly confused, and grateful.
The familiar face is glaring angrily at Mr. Persistent. "What, the fuck do you want you, Grey? Can't you see I'm busy?" Blond man slurs annoyingly at Grey.
The statement only fuels the bitterness and rage inside of Christian more forcefully, "Yes," Christian snarls, with a hint of a drunken, cocky, slur.
Before my eyes- almost too fast to see- Christian hits the unexpected man in the face with one swift punch, whom of which instantly hits the ground- unconscious I hope. As I watch the blond man in complete, wide-eyed, open mouthed shock Christian takes the open space against me, pressing me into the wall with his smooth, muscular chest. His hands on either side of my head on the brick wall. His panting breath smells of alcohol- but oddly enough isn't as uncomforting as the now- definitely unconscious- man to my right laying on the floor. I look up- still in shock- into smoldering, grey, sexy, eyes. Momentarily, I forget about the knocked out man… the club… my name… It's only me and Christian staring at each other. Dazed blue eyes to deep grey, our foreheads almost touching. He has a devilish look in his eyes as he slowly licks his bottom lip that is pulling up into a slow salacious smirk, "But besides," He continues slurring at me seductively- he kept his promise, he's definitely drunk. He leans down to whisper in my ear, "your way too good to share." I melt at his words as his teeth graze my earlobe, up and down, up and down… again… and again. Oh. I arch my back against the wall, totally, and completely taken by his presence. I groan in response.
Kate approaches Christian and I, "Ana, what the hell-?" She stops in her tracks- stunned. She looks from me to Christian, from Christian to the unconscious civilian lying on the floor, and so forth. "What's going on?" She tries again, grinning in shock this time. "Sorry, I got caught up over there," She gestures towards the ladies room where a man is grinning like an idiot at himself.
"If you must know Kate," I begin. I try to wiggle away for the imprisoning Christian, but he only grins wider and puts his arm around my waist- I'm guessing that was the wrong action to do when you're pressed against a drunken adolescent teenage boy… "I was being unwillingly groped by," I nod towards the ground where the still passed out man lies, "And I was lucky enough for someone to help." I hold onto Christians shoulders and push him gently away, to my surprise he stiffens but complies. He leans away and onto the wall beside me.
"The room is spinning…" Christian slurs, "and I see double of you…" he starts to grins slowly, "Totally worth the hangover." He eyes me up and down. He's playfully cute when he's drunk.
I gape at him, shocked, smiling. I look at Kate; she's trying to suppress a giggle.
"I think I better help Christian find a way home. He's not in good shape to drive…" I say.
Kate nods in agreement, "Do you need help, Ana?"
I shake my head, "I think I'll be good. I'll find you in here when I'm done."
Kate nods and wanders off into the crowd. I turn back to Christian who has his head back and eyes closed leaning against the wall. "Who should I call to pick you up?"
He hands me a phone out of his pocket, "Elena," he barley whispers, "She's on speed dial, #1." Who the hells that? His girlfriend? I take the phone out of his hand and walk outside, expecting him to follow. We step outside into a cool, fresh, night- err, morning. We walk to the side of the club, where there are no cars or people; perfect silence, only the light sound of the dance floor music. I walk to the side walk and balance myself on the edge of the curb.
I press one and wait. On the 2nd ring a mature woman answers, "Christian baby, what's wrong?"
"Um. Hi." I say embarrassed, biting my lip, obviously that was something I shouldn't have heard.I wrap my free arm around my torso, "My names Ana Steele. I apologize for calling so late but Christian told me to contact you. He's kind of… drunk."
"Ana…" She purrs, lost in thought, "so you say Christian is in a temporary state in which his physical and mental faculties are impaired by an excess of an alcoholic drink?" What? I guess that's what I said… maybe not as intelligent and graceful as your meaning but still the same.
"Yes," I squeak, "He said he wanted you to pick him up. He's not in the best condition to drive."
"Oh, yes, Ana." She says in a sharp tone-almost bitchy tone. What the hell have I done? She speaks in a way that shouts of-course-he-wants-me-and-don't-forge- it tone, But I could be reading her wrong… She sounds old enough to be his mother. "Tell me," She groans irritated- what is her problem? "Where shall I find him?" I give her direction to the club we are in- the quicker I'm off the phone with her the better, "Inform Christian I will be there in 7 minutes." She ends the call. No, thankyou's or anything? I guess it's true what they say; rich=stuck up.
I turn back to Christian who is leaning casually against the club wall; he has his thumbs hooked into his jeans. He's staring at me, still drunk. "You know," he murmurs, "you are a very beautiful woman…" He stalks towards me, stumbling the slightest.
I smile at him, "And you're completely under the influence, Christian. You won't remember any of this tomorrow," I giggle. He stops in his tracks and his eyes soften. He smiles a little awe-struck smile that just kisses his eyes. He really is gorgeous.
"That is a wonderful sound… Ana," He whispers my name slowly. He's still slurring his words, but that doesn't take away the feeling I get when he says my name.
I decide to act dumb, "What? Me saying that you're drunk?" I bite my lip playfully, trying to suppress my grin.
"No," He slurs the slightest in a quiet, "You in general," he says without a trace of humor. Oddly enough, he reminds me of a lost, innocent, child. I scoff; I bet he's anything but.
I look up at him with wide puppy-dog eyes, still biting my lip. His eyes look so… lost. He walks closer to me until I can feel the brick building on my back. I have nowhere to go, nowhere to escape him. My top teeth are digging into my bottom lip. He looks down at my mouth, "I'm going to try something, Ana." Shit, he's going to kiss me…
"Um, I don't think this a good idea. You're drunk." I whisper the last word, my voice cracking the slightest.
"Yes," He chuckles, "I very much am." He sobers a bit, "But it doesn't change the facts of what I want to do with you…" What does that mean? Do with me? I quiver. Before I know what to do he dips down and starts to sucks my bottom lip! I melt against him, with my hands around his neck. When I can think again I bite his top lip, he groans a low sensual sound in the back of his throat. I've never felt this way before. He lowers his hands to my waist. I groan and he takes the opportunity to sticks his tongue down my throat. I revel in the alien feeling, wanting more… of him, of this feeling, of time…
I come up for breath, and he joins. As I pant to catch my breath I look up at him. He looks at me beguilingly, "Ana…" he slurs, yet again, "you taste better than I imagined." He leans his forehead to mine, with his eyes closed.
I smile at him with humor, "You taste of strong liquor."
He chuckled, "That's because I'm intoxicated by your presence." He says matter-a-factly. Boy, even stone cold drunk he's sly. "And alcohol…" There it is… I laugh at him and he joins in.
Head lights flash as a sleek, white, Porsche parks next to the club building. A tall, blonde, 30 year old woman steps out of the driver's side with a very businesslike black sharp suit. One look at Christian and I and she nearly explodes with anger.
"Christian! Get it to the car this second." She yells at him, "Before I call your parents to give a proper punishment." I can tell there's a hidden meaning behind her words; so any punishment she gives him will be improper? I cringe at the thought.
He looks like he's scared of her words. His body language changes from total domination to helpless little boy again. He looks at her and then back to me again, "You're definitely worth it." He smirks at me. He then gets into the car and she drives away without a word to me. I watch as the car disappears down the road ahead and drunker than fuck Christian with it. Honestly- I might as well be drunk, because my head still swimming from that kiss!
But, what did he mean? I ask myself when I arrive back to planet earth. Worth what? Getting in trouble with her? How can the punishment be that bad? He's practically a man anyways, what harm could she do to him? I bet spanking is out of the question, I chuckle. Who was she, anyway- His Aunt? Mother? I didn't see much of a resemblance. Almostwhite blond hair to dark copper. I let the subject drop; I'll probably never see him again, so why think too much about him? But "how can I not?" is a harder puzzle to solve.
I walk back into the club, and immediately find Kate. She is sitting at the bar, talking to another man. I idly wonder how many numbers she goes home with every night.
In the car I tell Kate about what happened to every detail. From the lip biting to the strange woman picking him up.
She couldn't care less about Elena, "he sucked your bottom lip?" She basically screams with excitement.
"Yes. Kate that's beside the point. Who do you think that woman was?" I ask annoyed.
"I'm sure she's nobody, Ana. Quit thinking about it too much." She scolds.
"Fine," I yawn, suddenly dog tired. I see I'm getting absolutely know where with Kate so I'll have to argue with myself about it when I'm coherent and not nodding off. "Kate…" I say sleepily, "Wake me up when we get back to your house."
She laughs, "Okay, Ana."
"And Kate…? How do you do this every week? It's very tiring, and I don't even have a drop of liquor in me." Maybe second hand liquor from the kiss, I joke to myself.
"Practice," She chuckles once more. I murmur something incoherent to her and drift off into an undisturbed, grey eyed, sleep…