Falling Into Grey – Chapter 4
As soon as he leaves I have the urge to cry. How sad that he thinks I want money from him, maybe that's why he's so rude I guess that's his mind frame towards all people, so cynical it's kind of sad really.
He is a multi-billionaire so I am sure he gets sued all the time; however there is no excuse for the ways he's treated me. I'm no ambulance chaser so he can go screw off, that insufferable jerk.
The strange part is that he was so tender and gently when he was cleaning my back and patching me up. He seemed so caring so genuine for a moment, Ahh whatever, I need to clean the rest of me up. I don't want to get my scrape wet so I undress and half fill my bathtub and gently wash my body standing up with a washcloth and body wash.
I pull down the shower head and quickly wash and condition my hair. I throw on a soft grey cami and some cropped Abercrombie sweatpants and make a nice hot cup of tea, being extra careful this time. How dare he, How dare he accuse me of that after he scraped and scalded me.
It's so sad he's that good looking, what a waste of a face. Gosh he really is attractive though. I try to imagine what it would be like kissing his soft sculpted lips and touching his sexy tousled hair. He smelled yummy too like fresh fabric softener, the sweet kind that makes you double sniff your pillows and blanket straight from a warm dryer. Ugh what the fuck am I saying? He's a dick; he has no people skills, no manners, and no respect.
I head back to the bathroom while my tea cools off a bit and try and tame my wet hair. I brush through it managing to get most of the knots out and gently twist it up into a messy bun. My eyes are red from crying, my cheeks flushed, and my lips swollen from my teardrops and my nervous lip biting. I apply some lip balm and sit on the sofa carefully trying not to rub my already sore bum and backside and take a nap on the couch.
I rest most of the day trying to forget my fall and I order some pizza around 7pm. Fifteen minutes later my doorbell rings. Who can that be? Oh maybe it's the pizza I ordered but that was so fast, it couldn't be.
I open the door and whoa, it's Christian Grey wearing dark wash jeans and tight dark gray tee shirt showing off his (holy hell) very muscular chest. I had no idea that was under that suit, WOW. OMG what does he want, why is he here? I just stand there looking dumbstruck hypnotized by his sparkling light grey eyes. Yikes, he is sort of dreamy looking.
" I left my jacket here earlier Miss Steele" and he glances at me with a very sexy smirk then points to the kitchen chair where his blazer hangs over, hmm I didn't notice it before.
"Oh, I didn't even realize it you had left it" He has two large shopping bags in his hands and I wonder why, he sees me glance at them.
"I brought you some groceries being that they were scattered all over the pike place market" he looks slightly apologetic. Oh that was super nice of Mr. grumpy lawsuit CEO.
"Oh Thank you so much "I can't hid my surprise. I still want to slap him from the lawsuit comment. Its bothered me all day but it also made me feel bad for him too, sort of.
"Are you going to invite me in?" he teases.
"Err yes, sure come on in".
Her carries the bags to the center island in the kitchen and starts unpacking them. He must have caught site of what I spilled in the street because he brought me back almost the same items apart from the cheese. He brought me an assortment of cheeses, breads and a bottle of wine. Wow holy crap Christian Grey buying me groceries, he just looks so out of his element.
"This is a nice place, did you just move in? "He questions
"Yes I just moved here last Saturday, it's my roommate's place I'm just renting a room here for maybe another year until I can move on my own, I work close by so it's convenient for now"
He puts the refrigerated items away and looks upset.
"You've been here a week and you have no food here?" he looks displeased.
"Um err no I haven't had a chance until today, I was busy I guess" gosh he's scolding me like a toddler. He quickly gets off the topic and continues his line of job questioning. Boy he is nosy.
"I live nearby as well, which newspaper do you work for?" oh he still thinks I work as a reporter, well here comes the truth.
"Mr. Grey I am not a reporter, my roommate Katherine Kavanagh is, she was supposed to interview you that day at your building but sent me because she had the flu, we are just roommates, I have nothing to do with the school newspaper" I shrug embarrassed and his mouth pops open slightly in surprise.
"Why didn't you tell me that during the interview, I certainly wouldn't have been so tough on you?" his expression dark.
"I didn't think you would have given the interview and Kate waited 9 months for it so I did it as a favor, all the questions were hers not mine. I'm sorry if you were offended I was just doing what she told me to do" I admit