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After my phone call to my Dad, he started coming around more and more. Due to GiGi's contestant nagging at both of us, we started to spend time for Christian and Grayson Grey it's not exactly the traditional way other people spend time together. It mostly consists of me laying around reading books on France and him usually leaving every ten minutes to take a phone call.

"You're going to Paris in June?" He asks me, as he walks back into the living room. I'm surprised he doesn't know about the trip. Was I supposed to tell him? I hope he isn't mad I haven't. oh well, too late now.

"That's what my day planner says." I peep my head up from my book on French Revolution. I have been researching for my upcoming trip, trying to find the best restaurants, cafes, bakeries, bistros as well as listing historic monuments I wanted to visit.

"Very funny, very funny indeed Grayson." He chuckles as he sits across from me in a a huge white armchair.

" Oh no, Christian Grey laughing? Are pigs flying?" I smile as I jump off the couch and run to the window, trying to be as dramatic as possible.

"I certainly hope not, that would ruin our plans tonight." He laughs at my antics. That last part of what he says surprises me, he hadn't told me of plans. I had never known Christian Grey to have spontaneous bone in his body.

"Our plans tonight?" I inquire raising a copper eyebrow. He starts to laugh again, what is with him being so giddy? I never known my father to have giddy bone in his body either. I guess there's a first for everything, even very, very odd firsts.

"Well since you're going to Paris, you might want to brush up on your french. And what better way then going to the newest french restaurant, Le Jardin Des Cygnes." He says before I plop on the couch.

"Why do I feel like your doing this so you can make fun of my french?" I question his motives.

"Me? I would never." He acts as if he is hurt.

"Yeah, yeah whatever helps you sleep at night." I laugh.

He starts to say something, but his phone starts to ring. He steps out of the room, and I go back to my book. After five minutes he comes back in.

"I have to go to the office. I'll send Taylor to collect you at 7." His tone is curt. Oh no, somebody pissed him off. Poof! There goes his good mood! I better not say something about, sending Taylor to collect me, no matter how bad I want to. I just have to bite my tongue.

"Alrighty, see you then" I glance quickly at him before going back to my book.

"And Grayson?" He asks raising a copper eyebrow at me.

"Yes?" I ask not taking an eye off my book.

"Try to dress age appropriate. I would rather you not be plastered all over tabloid covers." He leaves me before I have time to say anything back.

I seriously think he is bipolar, one minute he can be the nicest guy the next he can be the rudest, most curt man you have ever meet. He really needs to invest in some happy pills.

Before I know it it's time for me to get ready. I choose a vintage black tee length Chanel dress, the bodice of the dress is sheer, revealing the interior construction of the dress. The bodice is boned,black ruffles are placed vertically reaching all the way down the dress. I decide to go for a dark smokey eye and a bold red lip. I curl my hair in a 1940's Rita Hayworth look, tucking the left side of my copper hair behind my ear. I'm obsessed with the 1930's and 1940's, my favorite movie star is Vivien Leigh. I walk to my closet. I decide on my black Manolo Blahnik satin pumps with crystal-beaded vine appliqué angled across the outer side. I put on my pumps then walk to my jewelry armoire, I open up the top of it and I pick out black onyx, and diamond teardrop earrings. I slide my mom's bracelet on my right wrist, I take a final look at myself in the mirror. I look like a 1940's screen siren, I smirk satisfaction. Before I walk to my bedroom door I grab my back and white Alexander McQueen Clutch.

I smile at Taylor as he opens the door for me, "Thank you Taylor."

He nods at before he closes the door. I hadn't realized I missed him as much as I have.

"Long time no see Taylor." I say as to him as he starts up the Audi SUV. My father and his damn Audi SUV's, it's like he has a fleet of them.

"It has been far too long." He says to me before we pull out on the main road. I always did like Taylor, I liked his daughter as well. I wonder what she has up too. I haven't seen her since I was 10 maybe 12?

"Did you miss me?" I ask trying to hold back a smile.

"The house has been quiet without you." He chuckles as we pass street lights flooded the in the windows, I can see him eyeing me from the review mirror. It's good to hear him laugh.

"I'll just take that as a yes." I laugh at him before looking out the window, Seattle,it was stunning at night.

The rest of the ride is spent in silence. Taylor pulls up on the side of the street, gets out of the car and opens the door for me. I step out of the car onto the sidewalk, I'm hounded by paparazzi, but thankful Taylor pushes them aside so I'm able to make it inside the restaurant without getting into trouble.

"Thank you Taylor, you truly are my knight in shinning armor." I grin up at him before he walks out of the restaurant. He smiles back at me before taking his leave.

I walk up to the hostess who once, I drop my name, compliments me on everything as we make our way to the table. Once we have made our way to the table I see my father sitting at the table sipping a glass of wine. The hostess sits me and acts like an idiot in front of my father, as most women do. It's something you get used too, eventually.

We sit there for awhile in silence of course. I start wonder why someone hasn't brought us menus, then I see my stepmother walking up to us. She has on a short red banded dress, and he was worried about me dressing age appropriate. Grayson! I inwardly scold myself, I need to be nicer to Ana! Even if I don't want to be, I need to be for my father's sake. You catch my flies with honey then with vinegar. Right? Anyways, I'm pretty sure my dad probably bought that dress for her considering he is grinning like an idiot. I hope this isn't something nasty. They don't know it but one day I accidentally stumbled into their little sex dungeon, I shudder when I think about that day.

I'm dancing down the hallway my earbuds are in my ears I'm listening to Katy Perry, acting like a fool. Nobody is home because they have all gone on vacation, of course without me because I'm grounded. You know, for sneaking out of the house with my boyfriend, who my father despises. He did kind of get me drunk off my ass. Of course, my overbearing father has a tracker implanted in my phone and he found me at house party. Resulting in him and Taylor dragging me out kicking and screaming. So now I'm at the house missing out on the family vacation in Hawaii.

After I get through dancing I got to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. When I'm walking back to my room, when a door catches my eye, a door that is always locked. I know my dad has camera's everywhere in the house, because he is freakaziod. I carefully dodge the camera and as luck would have it someone forget to lock the door. Haha! Wonder what secrets are they hiding in here! I open the door and creep into the room, it's really, really dark. I start to fumble around for a light switch. Ah! There it is! I flip on the lights and the room lights up.

"Great Balls Of Fire!" I gasp as I see the blood red walls, the huge bed in the middle of the room with chains dripping off of it and all the sexual toys. Holy fudge! I have heard about this, people who are mascohists! Geez that means, that means my father is a mascohist! I can't see Ana as one, hell no! My dad really is a freakaziod!

"I need to get out of here! This, this is sick!" I tell myself before I carefully exit the room, I don't want to be caught on camera. I run to my room and I fall on my bed. My mind is racing, what in the hell was I born into. I have to know more about my dad, what made him this way, what drove him to this? A thought lingers in my mind, was my mom one of his sexual conquests? Did I come from this? I quickly push my those thoughts out of my mind. I can't think like that, I quickly sink into my bed sleeping off the things I had just seen, the things I had just thought.

Ana sits down beside my father, he kisses her on the cheek and whispers something in her ear making her blush. Great balls of fire! They are doing something nasty! It's kind of funny that they don't know I know. I can use this information to my advantage one day. I roll my eyes at them, of course my father notices.

"Grayson, roll your eyes at my again and I'll take you over my knee right here in this restaurant." He grits his teeth. Great Grayson, you just pissed him off! You know he hates when you roll your eyes.

"Sorry dad, it's a reflex." I smile at him innocently. I start to wonder if my mom rolled her eyes at him, then I quickly push it out of my mind.

He doesn't say anything to me he just looks at the waiter, who notices. He quickly brings us menus, then retreats from us. He must be scared of my dad.

I ponder over the menu for awhile before deciding on wine-poached salmon with black truffles. My father orders Coq Au Vin for Ana and himself, since she can not read the menu. I know he likes having this control over her, he used to do that for me it came in handy when I didn't talk. After I started talking and I wasn't afraid of him I got into a fight with him about it, ever since then he hasn't done it.

During dinner the three of us begin to talk.

"Grayson I hear you're going to Paris in June? You must be excited?" She asked me before biting into her Coq Au Vin.

I smile at her, "Yes I'm ecstatic, it will be a very cultural experience for me." I picture myself on the streets of Paris with a huge black sunhat on , holding Chanel bags and eating a baguette.

She smiles back at me, "Yes, yes it will. Your father and I went there on out honeymoon, you must go to and Versailles! You will just adore Versailles!" Her eyes glaze over. She must be remembering her time there.

"I plan on experiencing all Paris has to offer, thank you for the tip. I appreciate it." I really did appreciate her thinking of telling me where I should go. My father notices my tone, he smiles at me.

The rest of the dinner is surprisingly, really nice. There are no outbursts, there are no anger, hurtful words.

Taylor is waiting for me outside, I thank him when he opens the door for me. I climb into the car feeling refreshed.

"Taylor do you mind stopping by a movie rental place?" I ask him praying he would say yes, or praying I could persuade him into stopping.

"Miss Grey I'm not sure if your father would like us detouring from the route." Taylor's voice is firm. Crap.

"Come on Taylor! What he doesn't know want hurt him! I want tell if you don't? Pretty please?" I poke my lip out even though he can't see in the darkness.

"Fine, but in and out in ten minutes." He finally breakdown. Heck Yes!

"Thank you Taylor!" I exclaim

Taylor drops my off in front of Movie Gallery, I walk in. I make my way through the store feeling way over dressed. I quickly make my way back into the depths of the store.

I reach for Gone With The Wind, my favorite movie of all time when I another hand hits my hand.

"You had it first, take it dear." An older blonde woman says to me. I turn to her and get a good look at her, she is gorgeous . Her blond bob is impeccably quaffed, her makeup is flawless. She looks radiant in a simple outfit of jeans and a cream sweater.

"Thank you so much! This is my favorite move of all time! I just love me some Rhett Butler!" I smile at her, grateful she let me have the movie.

"I'm more of an Ashley girl, myself" She laughs, making me laugh.

"I really appreciate you letting me have it." I tell her hoping she tells me her name.

"Elena." She extends her hand out to me to shake, I see her perfectly manicured nails.

"Grayson." I shake her hand

"You remind me an awful, I mean an awful lot of an old friend of mine." Her eyes light up, she must be remembering that person. I wonder who it was, so of course I have know.

"If you don't mind me asking, who do I remind you of?" I ask her wondering who this person could be, the only person is.

She smiles at me, I see a hint of sadness in her green eyes. "You don't know him." Him? Hmm….

"Try me." I say with a grin plastered on my face.

She starts to laugh at me, "If you insist my dear, his name is Christian Grey." I'm stunned what connection does this woman have to my father? I'm very, very curious.

"Well I can see why I remind you of him, he is my father." I tell her my grey eyes searching for a reaction in her green eyes.

"I never knew Christian had a child as old as you." She seems like she is shocked, or she is putting on a good show for me.

"Well here I am, in the flesh!" I giggle

"Well Elena, I have go before I give my bodyguard a heart attack it was nice meeting you." I smile at her.

"It's Elena Lincoln, it was nice meeting you as well Grayson Grey." She smiles at me before I turn around to leave.

I walkout to see the Audi waiting on me. I climb in, and Taylor drives off into the night. The whole ride home all I can think of is Elena Lincoln and her connection to my father. Why did she look so hurt when she talked about him? How does she know him? He has to more then just an old friend. He just has to be.