Chapter 4: Hit me with your best shot!

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Christian

So maybe I wasn't great at being friendly. Well, maybe that's because I didn't want to be friendly with her. No what I really wanted was to bend her over backwards, slap her luscious… (Hmm… does she have a luscious ass? I really didn't get a chance to look at it. I'll have to fix that very soon. So for now we'll just go with luscious) ass till it turns pink and fuck her into next week. I want to give her smart mouth a better use for it. I want to see if she taste as sweet as she looks. I want to hear her moaning my name as I'm balls deep inside her. I want to…wait what the hell am I doing? Since when do I sit around and day dream about infuriating women I don't even know.

And speaking about not knowing anything about her…

"Welch what the hell is taking you so damn long with that report?" I yell into the phone. I'm not used to waiting especially for something I desperately want.

"I sent you the report 3 hours ago sir. It should be in your email"

"Really?" I click open my email and sure enough it's sitting right there…along with 160 other emails. Christ I haven't opened my email up not once today which is definitely out of the norm for me. Have I really sat here all day and twiddled my thumbs thinking about whether Anastasia has a luscious ass or not?

"Sir? Are you still there?" Great now Welch sounds concerned. Let me hurry up and move this along before he goes and tattles to Taylor.

"No that's all Welch. Thanks." I hurry up and hang up the phone with Welch and page Andrea next.

"Andrea hold all my calls and cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day." I don't wait around to hear her reply. I need to concentrate on this background check. This should unearth some of the mystery that is Anastasia Steele.

After reviewing the background check 20 times just in case I missed something I have found nothing of significance. She's like Miss America (or should I say Mrs.), a goody two shoes and a saint rolled up in one unbelievable sexy, rude woman. I mean how she has time to be so defiant with all the charities she volunteers at I will never know.

Wait…she volunteers at Coping Together? She's involved with my mother's charity? Why the hell haven't I ever seen her at any events? When's the last time you've stayed longer than 30 minutes at the damn events Grey. Listen when I want your damn opinion then I'll ask for it. Until then sit back and shut the fuck up. You're talking to yourself again Grey. You definitely need to get laid. Yeah, yeah tell me something I don't know. I gave up BDSM two years ago after my last submissive held Mrs. Jones at gun point threatening to shoot her if I didn't declare my love to her. Leila is lucky to even be alive because if I could not have talked her down then Taylor was ready to shoot her right between the eyes. He almost still did and I honestly don't blame him. After that day I tore down my playroom. Being master in that room wasn't as important as keeping my employee's safe. I don't know what I would have done if I would have lost Mrs. Jones. I might not have been around to ponder because Taylor might have taken me out too.

Since then I've played around in exclusive clubs but that gets old really quick. Still maybe it's worth a trip just to get my mind back straight.

Taylor pops into my office while I'm still reviewing Mrs. Steele's file. One look at him and I know Welch called him about me. Taylor is looking at me like I've lost my fucking mind…and maybe I have.

"Um…Sir is everything okay?" Oh for fuck's sake I know I'm not acting that much out of my normal overbearing self. Jeesh can't a man have one off day?

"I'm fine Taylor. Why do you ask?" I look him directly in his eyes, challenging him to tell me Welch ratted me out. What the fuck gave me away to Welch though?

"Welch told me you…um…thanked him sir?"

Oh well yeah that might have given me away. So what the fuck am I not a polite person? Can I not thank an employee every once and a while.

"Jesus you two gossip more than women do. Is there something you actually need Taylor?"

"Mr. Hooper is on his way up sir."

"Hooper? What the fuck does he want?" If he's here about my apologetic roses then he can just kiss my ass. I don't have time for his fucking nonsense and I don't owe him an explanation about shit!

You did send his wife roses apologizing for him being an asshole. I need to remind myself to ask Flynn if he has any medication that will help that annoying little voice in my head to go away.

"Send him in Taylor" Taylor steps out and in comes Michael. Jeesh even his clothes makes him look like a douchebag. Who the fuck wears Hawaiian shorts, sandals and a fucking polo shirt to work? We don't even have fucking dress down days.

"You were looking for me yesterday Mr. Grey?" he has the nerve to smile at me. Cheating ass bastard. I was in Anastasia land so long that I completely forgot about the whole reason why I met Anastasia yesterday. Why in the fuck do I put up with his bullshit? No company is worth this not even one that has this much potential.

"Where the fuck were you yesterday Hooper? Did you forget about the Japans? How the fuck is this business ever going to profit if you don't act like you have some fucking business sense and responsibility? What the fuck is it going to take for you to take this shit seriously?" I growl out at him? His company has the means to change the world and he can't get his shit together for one meeting.

All of a sudden Michael transforms before me. He still looks like a douchebag but he looks like a tired douchebag. He looks like he's aged ten years. He sags down in the chair closest to my desk and hangs his head down. He looks me directly in my eyes and…oh for the love of God is he about to cry?

"Look Mr. Grey… I don't want you to feel like you made a mistake investing in my company. I have so much invested in this and I have made so many sacrifices to get it this far. I should say I and my wife has sacrificed so much for this. At the same time, I don't know if I can live with the choices that we've made." He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders but when the fuck did my office become a counseling session? I'm the last person he should be pouring those things called feelings out to. Hell I can't stand his ass and I thought the feeling was mutual. But maybe this is a way to get some information out about Anastasia that the background couldn't provide. I mean he did bring up his wife.

"So tell me more about Anastasia" I come straight out and ask him which is the last thing I intended. But my thoughts of her and this uncomfortable conversation has me out of my element.

Michael smiles when I mention Anastasia. He looks like a man who actually… loves his wife. So why the fuck is he cheating on her? Especially with Carly, I mean I have condoned cheating but isn't the saying if you're going to cheat then at least upgrade? I don't know what it is about her but something is just a little….off. Not that there is an upgrade with Anastasia. She's top notch quality and no knock off can replace that.

"Anastasia? She's one in a million. She's smart, sweet, caring and completely sassy when she wants to be. She's my best friend in the whole world and there's absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for her…Just like there's absolutely nothing she wouldn't do for me." Michael turns almost melancholy towards the end. This is totally out of my depth. I went into business because it's supposed to be void of emotion for Christ sake.

"Wait…why do you want to know about Anastasia? I mean she told me you came by looking for me but what does she have to do with….?" He stops talking and just stares at me. Then his eyes goes wide and a huge smirk appears on his face. What the fuck is so funny asshole?

"Is something funny Mr. Hooper?" I growl out to him. I can't let him know why I'm so interested in Anastasia. Hell I don't even know why the fuck I am.

"Not at all Mr. Grey. I just got this huge idea for my next project. Hopefully it will make up for the inconsistency in my work performance." He suddenly has the hugest fucking smile on his face. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Now that I think about it I never did make it to his background check. I'm definitely going to have to make sure he's mentally stable for this job. The only psychotic person I want around me is myself.

"Would you like to know how my wife and I met?" He ask with an eyebrow raised. It's almost like he's taunting me. Testing me to see how much information I really want to know about her. And God help me I fall for his bait like the desperate moron that I am. Besides my afternoon is clear and I wanted to learn about her. Why not grill one of the closest people to her…even if I can't stand his guts.

"If this story will help us get to the root of your problem with your business then by all means I'm all ears. After all that's all I really care about Mr. Hooper." At this point I could really give a fuck about his business. But I just don't see how he could land someone as unique and special as she is.

His huge smile is back as he gets more comfortable in his chair. He looks out the window like he's contemplating the world for a moment.

"I knew from the first moment that I saw Anastasia she was going to become one of the most important people in my life. She was going to save me from a life of hell…and in return I saved her from her own hell…"

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