CPOV

It's been a couple months since my last submissive. I don't know what game Elena is playing but she's slacking, so I've been forced to venture out on my own. I went to the club, but found none to my liking, so now I'm browsing online like I'm going to one of those fucking match makers websites. I've never done this before, found my own sub, online at that, but I want to see if I can do this on my own.

I find a sophisticated BDSM sight, log in using the pen-name FiftyShades because I am Fifty Shades of Fucked-Up, and just sit back in my chair, watching and waiting for someone to interest me. I'm not sure how this will work since there are no profiles of the other participants and no photos. And it seems to be a questions and discussion forum instead of a meet and greet chat-room.

I'm about to close the window and give up, but a chime sounds to a new question being asked on the group forum for all to see. I don't know why this person has captured my attention, maybe because they are new and the thought of training a sub is intriguing, but I'm curious so after I read their question, I send them a private message.

FiftyShades: I'm available to assist you.

They reply instantly.

BlushingRose: Does BDSM have to involve pain/punishment?

FiftyShades: It's a part of the lifestyle. Goes with the territory. The intensity will be discussed and decided on before you begin a scene and as you get more comfortable with everything you can increase intensity to allow you to test your limits and tolerance for pain, however, it's mainly about pleasure. Pain can be very pleasurable.

And I'd be only too happy to show you if you're my type. I so badly want to add, but I keep it light for now.

BlushingRose: So I can choose no punishments as like my hard limit?

"Why the fuck would you do that?" I shake my head as I reply.

FiftyShades: You can chose to add punishments as your hard limit, yes. You can choose anything as a hard limit, though not many Doms/Subs choose punishment in general as a hard limit. It's usually more specific, for example, no caning. I'm assuming you're a Submissive since you don't want punishments. May I ask if you are?

Their pen-name is BlushingRose, so I presume it to be a woman. No straight male would willingly use the penname BlushingRose.

I need to know if she would submit to me and it doesn't sound like she's a Dom.

BlushingRose: I guess I would qualify as a Submissive. I'm not really in the lifestyle but I guess if I were, I'd be a Submissive.

I'm pleased, but I need to know how much training she will need.

FiftyShades: Have you done a scene before or are you looking to enter the lifestyle?

BlushingRose: I've done some BDSM as a Submissive, though I'm not very submissive. My experience was very limited.

Limited experience, perfect for training, but she doesn't like the punishment aspect of BDSM.

FiftyShades: Have you been punished?

BlushingRose: Yes. I didn't like it.

FiftyShades: You're not meant to like it, it's a punishment. Did you safe word?

BlushingRose: No.

"Perfect." I murmur as I type. At least she can take the punishment without safewording.

FiftyShades: So it wasn't that bad? Most pain is in your head.

BlushingRose: Actually, I forgot to safeword.

"You forgot?!" I find myself outraged, but then I remember she's new, perhaps she said stop and he did.

FiftyShades: You forgot? Did you say anything to let him/her know to stop?

BlushingRose: No. I didn't say anything until he finished.

I shake my head as I type. She's going to need substantial training.

FiftyShades: How is your Dom going to trust you to notify him when you've reached your limit?

BlushingRose: Well, I've left him so that wont be an issue.

She's free to contract.

FiftyShades: Why?

BlushingRose: For beating me. I can't do that again so I left.

She left him for punishing her? Didn't they discuss pain and punishments before they began their scene or relationship? Perhaps she had an inexperienced Dom as well.

FiftyShades: If you can't handle pain, how did you become involved with BDSM, if I may ask?

BlushingRose: He pursued me and convinced me to try it.

FiftyShades: I see.

Makes sense, perhaps her boyfriend is a wanna be Dom and he pushed her too far. I can show her my world while exploring her limits with her safely. I'm about send another message but then the chime alerts she's sent me a message then ended the chat.

BlushingRose: Thanks for your help. I'm not sure if BDSM is for me.

"Well, fuck."

I decide to leave her a welcoming message for her to take the bait then I click the button to forward all private chat messages to my email since I wont be using this website again, but I want to be able to communicate with her if she decides she wants a real Dom and she's my type.

FiftyShades: If you have anymore questions, I'd be happy to answer them for you, if you're interested in exploring the lifestyle.


I've called Elena and she's no closer to finding me a Sub that fits my specific tastes so I worked out a little longer with Bastille than usual today to help burn off this excess energy. I need a good fuck!

I'm home now after a long and tedious day at Grey House. Ros convinced me to buy a publishing house not long ago so I'm going over some paperwork on the newly acquired SIP in my study before I even attempt to sleep, deciding what to do with it.

My email alert goes off so I look up from the papers I was looking at for what felt like the hundredth time. I set the paperwork down and click on the email, hoping it's from Elena with a Sub for me, but I find that it's my new prospect taking the bait.

BlushingRose: Thank you for your help last night.

FiftyShades: You're welcome. Do you have anymore questions?

BlushingRose: No. I don't think it's for me.

"Come on, you barely tried it." I could take you places you can only imagine.

FiftyShades: Is it because of the punishments? Or is there more?

BlushingRose: The punishments and the controlling my life.

That wont work for me. I like control. I decide to focus on what will draw her in.

FiftyShades: So you enjoyed the rough, kinky sex?

BlushingRose: Um.

"Um? You're on a BDSM webpage and when someone asks about sex, you say, um?"

FiftyShades: No need to be shy.

BlushingRose: Yes, I enjoyed that.

"That?" I chuckle as I type.

FiftyShades: May I ask what you've done?

I need to know what I have to work with.

BlushingRose: That's a little too personal.

I roll my eyes at her response.

It's typical in BDSM to know what experience you have and what you are comfortable doing. I decide to focus on the punishment aspect of BDSM since that's what she's shying away from most and I'd really love to spank her for frustrating me.

FiftyShades: Okay. How have you been punished?

BlushingRose: He hit me with a belt.

Okay, now we're getting somewhere. She can handle the bite of the belt, good, very good.

FiftyShades: Is that the only time he's struck you?

BlushingRose: Well, no.

FiftyShades: So the other times were tolerable.

I wonder what else he's done to her if she thinks the bite of the belt is bad.

BlushingRose: I guess so, yes.

FiftyShades: The belt, was that your first punishment?

BlushingRose: No. Why are you asking?

I need to know these things.

FiftyShades: I'm just trying to help. You said you were intrigued with the lifestyle.

And I want to train you to be my sub.

BlushingRose: I also said the lifestyle isn't for me.

"Trust me, baby, once I'm through with you, you'll be begging for more." I tell her through my computer screen.

FiftyShades: How do you know that?

BlushingRose: Because I don't want to be beat before I have sex.

FiftyShades: Which is why I asked what you have done. You said you experienced scenes before the belting. Did you enjoy yourself?

BlushingRose: Yes.

FiftyShades: So it may have to do with your pain tolerance level and your ex-Dom pushing you over your limit. Perhaps, if you learn what your limits are, regarding pain, you will enjoy the lifestyle.

And I'd be only too happy to show you how pleasurable it will be to push your limits.

BlushingRose: How am I to do that?

Well, for starters, you get your ass to my place, sign the NDA and meet me in my Playroom. And that's when I realize I don't know where this person lives, if they are even in Seattle, or what they look like. I send Barney a quick email to track the IP Address for this BlushingRose and get back to me as soon as possible. I decided to ask her where she is since it will be a lot faster this way.

FiftyShades: Where are you located?

BlushingRose: Are you serious?

FiftyShades: Very.

BlushingRose: No offense, but I'm not comfortable telling someone over the internet, in a BDSM chat room no less, where I'm located.

I'm both pleased and pissed at her reply. She's being safe but I want to know where she's located.

FiftyShades: Fair point well made.

BlushingRose: Besides, you don't even know me. You don't know if I'm male or female, anything about me. I could be a serial killer. You really shouldn't try to meet people this way, you could get hurt.

I smile when I read her reply.

FiftyShades: I've never met anyone online before, I have Subs hand-picked for me and my specific tastes, but another point well made. What I meant by that was, there could be clubs near you that you can visit and try a scene with your new found limits to see if the lifestyle is for you.

BlushingRose: Oh. Sorry. I thought, well, you know. *shrugs shoulders apologetically*

Your thoughts were correct, Rose.

FiftyShades: Understandable. If you were mine, I would reward you for being so cautious with your safety.

BlushingRose: I wouldn't feel comfortable going to a club and surely any Dom wouldn't want a Sub with a low tolerance for pain. Besides, I would feel used if I did that.

Is she changing the subject, or I should say, I was changing the subject, she's getting back on track.

I'm a Dom and I would be willing to help test her limits for pain in a safe environment. And why wouldn't she feel comfortable in a BDSM club?

I guess since I don't know where she is she could reconcile with her ex-Dom and I can just wait for Elena to get back to me with a new sub.

FiftyShades: Is there any chance you can reconcile with your previous Dom? Perhaps, he will go easier on you now that he knows your limit for pain is low.

BlushingRose: I don't think so. He said if I left there was no going back to him.

As I'm about to respond to her message another email pops up that I need to take care of before I can.

Although, he did send me roses today to congratulate me on my new job.

FiftyShades: Congratulations on your new job.

BlushingRose: Thanks.

FiftyShades: What do you do?

BlushingRose: I'm in publishing. You?

I'm not telling her I'm the CEO of GEH, she'll drop her safety concern and jump on the next plane to Seattle, and she hasn't signed an NDA.

I decide to give a very vague answer.

FiftyShades: Business.

BlushingRose: Speaking of work, we've been talking for hours. It's late and I should be sleeping.

I look at my watch and see it is indeed much later than I thought it was, but I don't want to stop talking with this girl which is weird.

FiftyShades: I've enjoyed chatting with you, Rose. I don't sleep well so if you find yourself up, message me and we can talk.

BlushingRose: Surprisingly, I've enjoyed chatting with you, Fifty.

"Surprisingly?" I chuckle.

FiftyShades: Should I be offended?

BlushingRose: No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

FiftyShades: Sleep well, Rose.

BlushingRose: You too. It's raining here, I like to sleep when it storms so hopefully I will sleep well.

I glance out the window in my study, and realize it's raining here too.

FiftyShades: It's raining where I am as well.

As soon as we're done chatting, I notice Barney's email from hours earlier with her location so I open the email.

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To: Christian Grey

From: Barney Sullivan

Subject: IP Address

The IP Address for that internet user is located in Seattle, Washington, sir.

They are in the Pike Market District.

The IP Address for that computer belongs to Katherine Kavanagh.

Would you like Welch to do a background check on Ms. Kavanagh, sir?

Barney Sullivan
Head IT, GEH

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I smile when I read she's in Seattle, in the Pike Market District no less, not too far from me. This has possibilities.

Kavanagh? I wonder if she's related to Eamon Kavanagh.

I send a reply for Welch to do the background check.


Katherine Kavanagh turned out to be a blonde, not my taste, and the daughter of Eamon Kavanagh of Kavanagh Media, so I left it at that.

My father stopped by Grey House, wanting to have lunch, so instead of having Andrea grab us something we're going to a café that's close to Grey House. We've ordered our food and are given a number so we sit at a table near the back where there's not much traffic and wait for our food.

"How's business going, son?"

"Everything's going well. We've just acquired a publishing house." I let him know of my recent business acquisition.

"Will there be anything else, Mr. Grey?" I roll my eyes when the waitress bats her eyes at me.

"No, thank you." Dad dismisses her and chuckles, shaking his head.

"What?" I snap at him.

"She was just being polite, did you have to roll your eyes?"

"She was trying to get laid." And it pisses me the fuck off, especially when I need to get laid.

We begin eating our lunch and talking.

"What is GEH planning to do with the publishing house?"

"Sell it." I say after I've swallowed my bite. "Ros convinced me to buy it since it was going under so we're going to sell it piece by piece and make a lot of money from it. I have no need for a publishing house, there's no money in it."

Dad looks passed me so I turn around, and when I do I see a breathtaking brunette take a big bite of her sandwich, causing some sauce to get on the corner of her mouth. Did the sauce have to be white?! Come the fuck on! I continue to watch her as she sets the sandwich down to quickly wipe her lip with her finger. As she sucks on that digit, I start to harden, imagining it's me she's sucking off.

What the fuck?!

I do NOT get hard at just looking at a woman, especially a fucking stranger. I have had control of my body for years and I exercise in that control, priding myself at being able to get hard, and stay hard, when the fuck I want to be hard. Yet, here I sit, with a fucking tent in my pants!

It's been far too fucking long without sex. I really need a Sub.

When she looks up at me through her lashes with her finger still in her mouth, it feels like I've been hit hard with so much force that I can't breath. I swear on everything, a fucking feather could knock me over right now. Her eyes, her beautiful bright blue eyes, how I would love to have those eyes on me while she sucks my cock that is now painfully hard. The thought confuses me, as my Submissives are never allowed to make eye contact with me.

She starts to cough, choking, and the sadistic bastard that I am, can't help but to smirk at the thought of gagging her with my cock. Mmmm, just the thought of my cock in her sweet mouth. I've yet to have a Sub that can take me in her mouth without gagging, and I would love to see if this young lady can handle my monster.

Fuck! What the fuck, Grey?! Control!

I shake my head to clear my wayward thoughts of this girl sucking me off and finally turn around when I realize I've been starring at her for far too long, and I do have my father with me, but I can't help but glance over my shoulder one last time before I turn completely around and find my father with his brow raised and shifting his eyes to the girl behind me then back to me.

I shrug and continue eating without turning around again throughout our meal. No matter how badly I want to look at her again, I don't.

Dad and I continue talking about work and family until he leaves, but I stay behind since the beauty behind me is still here. I'm trying to think of how to approach her. Surely she's not a Sub so how could I convince her to a one-time fuck in my Playroom.

Who the fuck are you trying to kid with your 'one-time fuck', Grey?

Movement captures my attention, and that's when I notice she's leaving. Fuck! I took too long to make my move, but her ass is one fine sight in that skirt and definitely does not disappoint.

As I stand, discreetly adjusting my pants, I see a book on her table. I retrieve it then follow her out, seeing this as my opportunity to approach her. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to say, but I'm sure I can come up with something.

I've nearly caught up with her when she suddenly turns around. I take a huge, yet subtle, step back so she wont inadvertently touch me. I'd hate to lash out at her when I want to convince her to let me fuck her. This is my first up-close and personal look of this beautiful young woman. She's breathtaking, flawless, and petite, very petite. She looks like Aphrodite herself. Naturally beautiful.

"I'm sorry." Her voice is soft and sweet, like an angel.

I'm about to say something, but then she does it, she fucking does it, she bows her head Submissively, and that's when I feel every breath I've ever had leave my body, being forcefully knocked out of me completely, as I imagine her in my Playroom. And that's when I realize, it hits me like a ton of bricks... She's a Submissive!

Holy fucking shit!

"Look at me." I demand, testing to be sure she is, and she looks up obediently.

I want to praise her but I hold my tongue, trying not to smirk.

I can't believe my luck! Elena's been taking her sweet ass time setting me up with a Submissive so I try to meet with a Sub online only to run into the perfect Sub on the street. There's something different about her eyes, though. They are warm and inviting instead of cold and void of emotion that a Submissive would show.

"Excuse me." She brings me from my thoughts, trying to walk around me so I hold up her book.

"Is this yours?"

"Yes, sir." Is she talking straight to my dick, or what?! He sure seems to think so as he salutes her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She looks at me again with those beautiful extraordinary blue eyes, but then she turns around before I can say anything more or dismiss her, and walks away.

I stand in the middle of the sidewalk, with my hands in my pockets, as I watch her hips gently sway back and forth in a sexy hypnotizing way. She looks over her shoulder at me, biting her lip, before she's gone completely, lost in the sea of people.

I have to find out who she is, for she will be mine.

~..~..~

After running into the perfect Submissive on the street, I have called and emailed every BDSM club within and around Seattle, and none have the girl I'm describing as a member. I'm not sure how I will find her, but I will find her.

I'm at home in bed now. I've jacked off for hours, visualizing the girl I ran into today as my Submissive, in the shower. I haven't masturbated to the thought of a woman since I was 15. I've had control of my body for years and here I am, twenty-fucking-seven years old, jacking off like a horny teenager.

My phone buzzes, bringing me out of my thoughts before I get hard again, so I pick it up to see I have a new email from BlushingRose aka Katherine Kavanagh.

BlushingRose: Hi.

I reply.

FiftyShades: Hello.

BlushingRose: Are you always on this site?

FiftyShades: Actually, no. The first time I was on the BDSM chat site was the night we began chatting after I stumbled upon it. After we spoke, I set it up that your messages are sent to my email instead of the BDSM site incase you had anymore questions. Are you always on the BDSM site?

BlushingRose: Only to message you.

Who knew Kavanagh's daughter was such a freak. I wonder if daddy knows of his daughter's extracurricular activities?

FiftyShades: Interesting.

BlushingRose: I just felt like I was forgetting something until I remembered I was talking to you the last couple nights.

FiftyShades: I see. So have you made your decision regarding the BDSM lifestyle?

BlushingRose: Um, I'm still not sure about the punishments or controlling every aspect of my life, but my ex emailed me today and I'm seeing him tomorrow.

FiftyShades: To reconcile?

BlushingRose: To escort me to my friends photography show. I'm not sure why he offered to take me after we broke up.

FiftyShades: Perhaps you can talk to him about trying a lighter version of BDSM, if you're interested.

BlushingRose: I think I will. Thank you, Fifty.

FiftyShades: You're welcome.

I put my phone down so I can sleep but it goes off again.

BlushingRose: How was your day?

I've never done this before, just talked with someone about my day to day, and as I think about my day, I think of the brunette Submissive I ran into. I still need to find her and my dumbass just let her walk away in a city full of people.

FiftyShades: Busy, per usual, although, interesting. Very interesting. You? How's the new job?

BlushingRose: Ugh, creepy boss, rumors of a takeover, and I still don't have a car. I've been using my roommates while she's on vacation.

Why wouldn't Kavanagh have a car? Surely daddy dearest would buy his princess anything her heart desires.

I decide to stick with business as I message her back.

Her boss is creepy?

FiftyShades: Why does your boss creep you out?

BlushingRose: He's just really weird. He even asked me out for drinks.

FiftyShades: Why is that weird?

BlushingRose: It's not. I wouldn't feel comfortable dating my boss ,even if I was attracted to him, but he's like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde with his mood swings. Which is funny because his name is Hyde. My first day he was pretty 'normal', yesterday he was a grouch, and today he was weird. He asked me for a coffee with sugar and when I brought him a coffee with sugar, he said he didn't need the sugar. I swear he asked for sugar. He sits to close to me or touches me and he's really mercurial. Hence, creepy.

FiftyShades: He touches you?!

Why am I getting so upset, it's not like she's mine or even my type.

Regardless, I'm a CEO and I would be furious if I learned my employees were making other employees uncomfortable.

BlushingRose: Just my shoulder, nothing like you're thinking. It's just uncomfortable.

FiftyShades: You need to speak with him about your boundaries and if he continues, take the issue to higher up. You shouldn't feel uncomfortable at work.

BlushingRose: Okay, I will. Thank you.

I'm about to call it a night again, when I remember the background check listed Seattle Times as Ms. Kavanagh's employment.

FiftyShades: You mentioned rumors of a takeover?

BlushingRose: Yes, it's going around my office that a company here is going to take over the company I work for, and the company is known for keeping companies or selling them piece by piece to the highest bidder. It's believed they are going to sell the company I work for. I just started, if the rumors are true, I'll be out of a job before I even start. I guess I should start looking for another job now.

How did I not know Seattle Times was available?

FiftyShades: What company is taking over yours?

I only ask to make conversation, and I am very intrigued with Seattle Times being taken over since this is news to me.

It takes her a little longer to respond but when she does, I sit straight up in bed and quickly get out to do some damage control.

BlushingRose: A company named GEH.

"Fuck!"

I'm both confused and furious at the same time. The only publishing company GEH has taken over recently is SIP and that's not made public yet, so how in the actual fuck does someone working at SIP know of my takeover?!

I call Ros as I make my way to my study and turn on my computer to email Welch. I want him to send me everything we have on employees at SIP named Hyde, as well as his current assistant. I now know I am not talking with Katherine Kavanagh, because her background check listed her employer as Seattle Times. BlushingRose said she worked in publishing for a man named Hyde, and that GEH is taking over her company, which is a perfect slip up, for me, as now I will finally know who she is, and more importantly, what she looks like.

"What is it?" Ros finally answers after my second attempt at trying to reach her.

"SIP." I tell her. "They know we've purchased."

"That's not possible."

"It is." I correct her. "I've spoken with an SIP employee anonymously and they've told me it's rumored that we've taken over."

"What do you want to do?" She asks in a groggy tone, trying to wake so we can deal with this now. "Sell it earlier than planned?"

"No." I think about my mysterious Rose, who I now know is no longer Ms. Katherine Kavanagh. "I want to keep it."

"Keep it?!" As expected, she's shocked.

"That's what I said. And I want it moved to Grey House."

"Why on earth do you want to keep a publishing house? There's no money in it."

"Because I can. We're going public Friday. Call Roach first thing tomorrow morning. GEH will re-interview their employees tomorrow, and I want SIP moved to Grey House by Monday."

"You're the boss."

I end the call and read Welch's email.

Jack Hyde's assistant is Anastasia Rose Steele. Rose. BlushingRose. I found her.

"Anastasia." I whisper her name aloud. I rolls easily off my tongue. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

Welch has also included background check's on both Hyde and my Anastasia, so I click on Anastasia's and skim through it. I don't need Hyde's at the moment, I'll look at it later. He's fucking fired first thing anyway for making my Anastasia uncomfortable. I'm sure I can find a legitimate reason for his termination.

ANASTASIA ROSE STEELE

DOB:
September 10, 1989.

ADDRESS:
1880 Pine Street, Apartment 2, Pike Market
Seattle, WA 98116

MOBILE #:
360-959-4352

OCCUPATION:
Assistant to Jack Hyde; Seattle Independent Publishing

GPA: 4.0

PRIOR EDUCATION:
Montesano Jr. Sr. High School
Graduate Student
WSU Vancouver College of Arts and Sciences
English Major

SAT SCORE: 2150

EMPLOYMENT:
Previous- Clayton's Hardware Store
Current- Seattle Independent Publishing

FATHER:
Franklin A. Lambert, DOB: Sept. 1st, 1969, Deceased Sept. 11, 1989

MOTHER:
Carla May Wilks Lincoln, DOB: July 18, 1970
M. Frank Lambert March 1, 1989,
widowed Sept. 11, 1989

M. Raymond Steele June 6, 1990,
divorced July 12, 2006

M. Stephen Morton Aug. 16, 2006,
divorced Jan. 31, 2007

M. Robert Lincoln April 6, 2009
-present

POLITICAL AFFILIATIONS: None Found

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATIONS: None Found

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIPS: Chadwick Garrett

Seems she's young and has only had one relationship, perhaps they've know each other awhile but the background check is saying otherwise. I feel myself clenching my jaw and my fists. For some unknown reason, it displeases me that she's been with someone.

When I look at the photo attached, my foul mood shifts.

I knew it! She is a Submissive. It's the woman from the café.

I send Welch an email requesting a background check on Chadwick Garrett, the ex.

After I'm done I see she sent me another message and that's when I realize I just left our conversation without any explanation as to why.

BlushingRose: Fifty?

FiftyShades: Sorry, I had something important come up.

When she doesn't reply I'm both pleased and upset. I'm pleased she's sleeping, however, I enjoy talking to her, more so now that I know what she looks like and that she's my type. I need to think of another meeting, coincidently of course. Perhaps, SIP tomorrow.


I've sent Ros and a few other GEH employees to SIP to interview all SIP employees because we're going to cut a few but will definitely be keeping a few. Anastasia Rose Steele, specifically. I would have loved to interview her but I had meetings all day that I couldn't switch with Ros.

It's after 5 o'clock and I'm still in my office at Grey House, finally reading through Garrett's background check that Welch sent over earlier this morning. Garrett's a 30 year old, fairly attractive man, well off, owns Garrett's Bar and Grill, he's been a Dominant in the BDSM lifestyle for 5 years, and has had his fare share of Submissives.

I get an email alert so I close his background check to open my email.

BlushingRose: It's okay. I understand.

I smile when I see it's from her, Anastasia. If she's messaging me now, perhaps she didn't reconcile with her ex. I now feel like shit for pushing her back to him, however, in my defense, I thought she was Kavanagh, but as it turns out she is Kavanagh's roommate and was using Kavanagh's computer.

FiftyShades: Hey, you're back. How did your reconciliation go with your ex-Dom?

BlushingRose: Actually, I'm with him now.

I had hoped she would say it didn't go well and she's looking for a new Dominant, and I would gladly be that new Dominant.

She's with him and talking to me?

I'm unsure if that's a good thing or not. It is disrespectful. I'd be fucking furious if she was with me and messaging another man.

I decide to keep it playful.

FiftyShades: You are kinky, aren't you.

BlushingRose: Not like that! He just picked me up after work to take me to my friend's show.

FiftyShades: So why are you messaging me?

Not that I mind.

BlushingRose: I saw your message from early this morning, you really don't sleep do you, and I wanted to ask you something.

FiftyShades: About BDSM?

BlushingRose: About you.

Hmmm. I like that she's with him, yet she wants to talk to me.

FiftyShades: Ask away, Rose.

I get no reply for quite some time so I send another playful message.

FiftyShades: Crickets.

BlushingRose: Sorry. Dealing with my ex.

I scowl at my screen when she talks about her ex, but she says she's 'dealing' with him, so that must be good. Well, for me.

I decide to keep our conversation light and also give her a warning.

FiftyShades: Don't let him get on top of you, Rose. What was it that you wanted to ask me?

BlushingRose: Do you own a pub? Like a bar.

FiftyShades: I own many things. A club being one, yes.

BlushingRose: Fifty's?

FiftyShades: What?

BlushingRose: Is your bar called Fifty's Pub?

I think about the small local bar named Fifty's Pub. She thinks I own that pathetic place?! Do I tell her I own the exclusive Mile High Club? It will surely give me away. I decide to go for it, if she figures out that I'm thé Christian Grey, she can't prove I am or my involvement with BDSM.

FiftyShades: No. Mile High.

She doesn't reply when I tell her I own the Mile High Club. Perhaps she's figured it out and is shocked.

FiftyShades: Why do you ask?

BlushingRose: There's a local bar here where I am called Fifty's Pub and it reminded me of you.

Where she is? Doesn't she realize the Mile High Club is in Seattle? That I am in Seattle?

FiftyShades: Funny, there's a blush pink rose in the arrangement in my foyer that reminded me of you.

BlushingRose: Are you a guy? Please tell me you're a guy.

I laugh loudly at her sudden question and decide to play along and ask her in return.

FiftyShades: Yes. You're a girl right? Because if you're not, I will kick your ass. ;)

BlushingRose: I am not a guy! I am a girl.

FiftyShades: This pleases me immensely.

BlushingRose: Inquiring minds would like to know why?

FiftyShades: Because now when I imagine you and I together, it's not inappropriate when I get hard.

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BlushingRose: alowna9a0w baklja8o4

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"What the fuck?" I frown confused by her messages.

FiftyShades: Rose?

I wait and get no reply.

FiftyShades: Rose?!

"Answer me, damn it!" I growl.

FiftyShades: Rose, answer me!

FiftyShades: Rose?! What's going on?!

It takes her longer than I'd like to finally reply.

BlushingRose: He took my phone and read your messages.

I smile, but type out an apology. Good, let that fucker know. What do they say?... Never give another man the opportunity to make your girl smile.

FiftyShades: Fuck, I'm sorry, baby, I didn't even think about that. Are you okay?

Did I really just type 'baby'? That thought goes straight out the window when I read her next message.

BlushingRose: No. He left me stranded.

"What the fuck?!" I roar, coming to a stand.

FiftyShades: What?! Where are you?

BlushingRose: Seattle, I think. Seattle, Washington.

I know that, baby. Where in Seattle?!

I send Welch a message to find her location by tracking her phone and switch to emailing her from my blackberry instead of my laptop as I notify Taylor that we're leaving Grey House. Right. Fucking. Now!

I'm already heading out of my office as I message her. I have Welch on it, but it will be faster if she tells me.

FiftyShades: Where in Seattle?

BlushingRose: I don't know.

I'm already in the elevator with Taylor hot on my heels, unsure of what is going on or why I'm leaving in a rush, when Welch sends me her location. I rely the location to Taylor as soon as I receive it, letting him know this is were we are headed.

We get into the SUV and he drives. I would drive, but I'm messaging Anastasia.

BlushingRose: Fifty, I'm scared.

FiftyShades: I'm on my way, baby.

I reassure her that I'll be there and sit back in my seat, running my fingers through my hair as my leg nervously bounces.

This is not how I planned for us to officially meet, but I don't care as long as she's safe.


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