Shades – Chapter 4
Universal Pictures owns all rights of Fifty Shades of Grey and Pitch Perfect…I only own the idea of this twisted mash-up of an alternate universe love story.
A/N: In this AU Jesse James Swanson is a mid-twenties billionaire and alumni of Barden University. Rebeca (Beca) Ann Mitchell has just turned twenty-two and is a graduating senior of the same college. Their paths cross during an interview, which will forever change their lives. This story will be told through the POV of Beca.
Warning! Later chapters will include graphic sexual situations (BDSM) which may not be suitable for everyone. Reviews and/or comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading.
Previously on Shades...
Four Seasons - Atlanta
Protectively holding the cover up to my chest I can't help but to ask about last night.
"How did I get here?"
"I drove you."
"I don't remember."
"You passed out."
"Did you undress me?"
He nods yes.
"Where did you sleep last night?"
"In my bed." He answers motioning to the space next to me.
Holy shit...I slept with Jesse "fucked up and full of intimacy issues" Swanson.
"Did we...?"
With the corners of his lip curling upward, he says nothing.
And now...
"Relax...nothing happened between us. You were practically comatose. I removed your dress and placed you in bed. I'm not into necrophilia...I like my women sentient and receptive, and last night you were neither."
Oh...thank God. Feeling like such an ass, it's my turn to apologize.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For calling you last night...for getting sick...for this... You know you can stop me any time."
He smirks at my last comment.
"I'm glad you called me." He pauses. "Had I not shown up you would have undoubtedly woken up somewhere else this morning...perhaps in the DJ's bed, instead of mine."
"I don't know, Luke isn't normally like that." I say still using the confronter as a protective shield. "I guess I should thank you for being my dark knight." I finally manage to say.
"You know Rebeca...I'm all for pushing limits, but really, this is beyond a pale. Do you make a habit of this?"
Great...now he's making me feel like an irresponsible twit.
"Listen...this was just plain stupid. With finals being done, Chloe insisted I go out with her and the Bella's. I'm not into the clubbing scene, unless I'm DJ'ing the event, and I normally say no to those aca-bitches because they're just plain crazy. That wasn't even my dress and I don't drink, at least not to get shit-faced. I don't know why I agreed to go...I guess my reasons were different this time."
"Oh? How so?"
Seriously? You're really going to make me say it. You arrogant ass!
"Jesus! Do you really need me to spell it out?" Hesitating...I take a deep breath. "You rejected me and then you sent that extravagant guilt gift which, by the way, I refuse to keep...remember?" I say raising my voice and rubbing my temples.
Jesse's expression goes dark as he steps away from me. He retrieves a plastic bag and practically tosses it at me.
"Here...put these on." He says, voice softening.
"What's this?"
"Clothes...I had my personal assistant buy them for you...they should fit."
"When did this happen?"
"Rebeca...it's almost noon. You've been asleep for almost ten hours."
My mouth drops at the revelation.
"What?" I say covering my eyes. "I need to call Chloe."
"She already knows you're here with me, I phoned Thomas this morning."
"Who's Thomas?"
"My brother...he stayed with your friend last night."
Oh great...I can only imagine what she must be thinking. Then again, she's got her own issues if she had company of her own.
Grabbing some clothes out of a suitcase, Jesse motions towards the door.
"I'm going to get dressed in the other room...perhaps you would like to get cleaned up...take a shower?"
I nod yes and watch my savior...my dark knight, the most gorgeous man with dampened hair, stubbly face with abs of steel wrapped in nothing more than a towel walk away from me...again. Damn! What I wouldn't do to get a peak under that towel...anything!
The shower stall is probably the size of my apartment. I grab a shaver from a basket, remove my undergarments and step into the enormous steam filled chamber. The water falling down on me feels amazing as remnants of last nights drunk and vomit fest is being washed away. Studying the fluid filled containers, they consist of a body wash, shampoo and conditioner. They smell just like him. Breathing in the aromatic scents I squeeze a generous amount onto a dampened wash cloth...his wash cloth and coat my bare skin pretending it's his strong hands rubbing the exquisite liquid all over me. I repeat the process with my hair, then shave my arm pits and legs. Feeling like a human being again, I wrap a towel, Carmen Miranda style, around my hair and another around my body, then return to the bedroom and examine the contents of the bag which include a pair of jeans, t-shirt, bra and underwear. At the bottom of the bag there is also a pair of converse sneakers and socks. Knocking on the door, it's him.
"Umm...come in." I say repositioning the towel around my body, letting it loosen to display more of my cleavage for his benefit.
"I forgot my razor." He says, taking in my appearance, breathing in and out deeply, nodding his head in disbelief as he leaves me to dress.
My inner goddess is high fiving herself at my subtle manipulation of the epitome of perfection known as Billionaire Jesse Swanson.
Having completely dried off, I quickly get dressed and to my surprise...the clothes are a perfect fit.
How does he do that?
Retrieving my purse I quickly apply my trademark mascara and thin line of black eyeliner to both eyes and lip gloss to my pale lips. Looking a little more like myself and feeling more confident about my appearance I search for the blow drier, however it's nowhere in sight, so I leave my hair damp to dry on its own and join Jesse outside.
The living area is vast. In the dining area my savior is seated reading from his iPad and surrounded by a plethora of dining goodness.
Jesse looks up from his digital device. "Clothes look good...the color suits you."
"Thanks...I should give you some money for them."
"No...please don't insult me...I can afford it. You don't owe me anything." He pauses. "Umm...I didn't know what you wanted so I took it upon myself to order one of everything on the menu."
Weirdo! Do you realize there are starving people in the world, and this spread could feed a small country.
"Thank you...that was very thoughtful but I can't eat all of this." I say, taking a seat across from him, stabbing my fork at the French toast.
"Did you eat last night?"
I shake my head, turning his gaze on me with a look of disapproval.
"If you're going to be drinking, it's rule number one to eat first. This is the reason you were so sick." He lectures me, running his hand through his hair, nodding in disbelief.
Yes sir...Freak!
"Are you done scolding me?"
"Is that what you think I'm doing?"
"Yeah," I say bringing a slice of bacon to my mouth.
"You're lucky I'm just scolding you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if you were mine, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week." He pauses getting angry. "Not only did you not eat, you got yourself stinking drunk and put yourself at risk."
"Thank you! Do you have to keep reminding me? Because puking up a lung, passing out and waking up in a strange place is not enough of a reminder."
God he's so infuriating!
"Beca had I not showed up..." He closes his eyes as the look of dread is apparent on his face.
"I would've been fine...I was with Chloe and the girls-"
Interrupting me, his voice escalates.
"Who were inside the bar while your DJ friend was trying to have his way with you...outside!" He pauses taking a deep breath. "If you were mine-"
I interrupt him this time.
"But I'm not...yours!" I bark back, proud of myself for standing my ground.
Caught off guard, he just looks at me.
"You're quite the disciplinarian aren't you...Mr. Swanson?" I say clenching my jaw, crossing my arms.
"My dear Rebeca...you have no idea." He says with a wicked grin.
This time I'm caught off guard.
"Why do you care what happens to me anyway? You were quite clear the other night that you didn't want me...at least not that way." I say biting my lower lip, making his eyes go wide.
Shit! Did I really say that?
"On the contrary Rebeca, I want you very much...especially when you do that with your lip. I want to bite it off and suck on it." His comment makes my jaw drop, stomach tighten and lower region tingle.
Oh, my God! Did he really just say that?
"You don't know this but last night was a first for me as well." He says, grinning.
"Oh yeah?"
"Sharing my bed with someone is a first."
"What do you mean...sleeping in a bed with someone without having sex?"
Holy shit! Did those words really come out of my mouth?
His features soften as a genuine smile forms on his face.
Fuck! He's hot and perfect teeth...Orbit worthy.
"No Rebeca...actually sleeping with someone is something I'm not accustomed to. But you're different than the other women I've met."
"Oh...how so?"
"When you're not being stubborn and challenging...you amuse me." Placing the iPad down, he stands up, comes closer until he's standing over me. Taking a handful of my damp hair, he brings my head back so I'm forced to look up at him. He lowers his head so his lips are painfully inches from mine. Feeling his warm breath on my lips, there's only one thought in my head.
He's going to kiss me...
"Rebeca...like I told you the other night, you should stay clear of me." He says in the most seductive tone, antagonizing me into submission.
My heart is beating a mile a minute, longing to feel his lips on mine.
"I don't want to Jesse...please." I finally admit that I want him, as it almost comes out as a plea. Backing away he stares at me with wonder, as the corners of his luscious lips turn upward.
"Okay...I'm going to take you out tonight...to my place in Texas. We'll travel by private jet. I'll pick you up by 5pm...dress casual...we won't be going out."
Oh my...
"That is if you want to."
All I can do is nod yes and smile at the endless possibilities of our first date.
"You should finish eating first and then dry your hair...I don't want you catching a cold." He says, his mood lightening up, a hint of a smile on his face."
Later that morning after my hair has been dried and styled, searching for a toothbrush to rid my teeth of the fur it's accumulated from overnight, I notice there is only one...and it's damp meaning it was recently used by the Adonis in the other room. Feeling a bit naughty, I lather up the same brush with his toothpaste and apply it to my teeth.
Jesse Swanson is inside my mouth. Not quite but pretty damn close.
After a quick rinse I walk back into the living area and catch him on the phone.
"Yes...please get the jet ready for tonight and email a copy of the Non-Disclosure Agreement and Contract immediately." He pauses when he sees me. "No...there's nothing more...thank you.", and ends his call.
Gathering my things I decide to ask about the call.
"What was that about?"
"You Rebeca, and our arrangement."
Arrangement?
"Oh!" Is all I can manage to say.
"I'm a wealthy and powerful man Beca...and my attorney insists on this. It's for my protection and yours. We'll discuss these documents later but right now I need to get you home before Ms. Beale gets the national guard after me. Thomas says she's worried about you."
Okay...this makes sense. He's God's gift to the world and I'm just ordinary...got it!
Leaving the suite Jesse puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me to the elevator. Just the slight feel of his touch sends shivers down my spine as my eyes momentarily close on their own accord. Entering the elevator the doors close and our descent of twenty floors begins. The tension in the air becomes thick as my respiration increases and body temperature rises. I glance over at Jesse who appears to be looking straight ahead but experiencing the same fate as myeslf. Suddenly facing me with undeniable lust he lunges forward and pins me against a wall with his rock hard body pressed against mine. Grabbing a bunch of my hair, he pulls my head back and forces me to look up at him. Unsure of myself I bite my lip and focus on his lips as his mouth goes agape with his own breathing becoming hitched.
"Fuck the paperwork!"
...and presses his lips against mine in the most delectable feeling I've ever encountered in all my twenty-two years of existence. My eyes close as the assault on my lips continues. The kiss starts out soft but soon intensifies as he bites my lower lip, gently pulling between his teeth, then inserting his tongue into my eager mouth. He tastes incredible as our tongues duel for dominance. Running my hands through his hair, he stops me and grabs both of my wrists in one of his hands and forces them above my head and kisses me even harder. Our bodies are perfectly aligned as my nipples harden and strain against the thin material of my newly purchased bra. Just as I can't get enough of this man, he raises my leg with his free hand and rubs it against his erection and then I feel him there against my center. The perfect harmony of our moans ignite our passion as oxygen becomes a necessity. As the elevator bell chimes we reluctantly break apart as the pesky doors dare to open permitting others to join us for the remainder of the descent. We dare not to look at eachother but our expressions give it away and are those of mischief and amusement. As the elevator reaches the bottom, we let our unwanted company exit first, then I'm guided out of the small square enclosure.
"You brushed your teeth."
Licking my lips, an involuntary smile forms on my lips.
"I used your toothbrush." I say, walking passed him as he stares at me with astonishment.
Jesse observes the door panels join in the center, closing behind us and sighs to himself.
"What is it about elevators?"
Entering valet a silver Audi R8 convertible immediately pulls up.
"Mr. Swanson...we had your car detailed last night so she's spotless." Says the young uniformed valet attendant.
"Very good and thank you." he says handing the young man a hundred dollar bill.
"Thank you sir and please come again."
"Nice wheels!" I say as he opens the passenger door for me. It dawns on me that the car had to be detailed after last night.
"Please tell me...did I puke in your car last night?"
"Umm...no but you were pretty vomit splattered so a little may have made it in the car."
"I'm really sorry about last night. I feel so stupid and don't deserve any of this. Especially being escorted home in this stunning car."
"Thanks...its my favorite. Perhaps we'll get you one." His comment alarms me as I glare at him.
"Don't even joke about it!" I say as he breaks out into laughter.
Such a wonderful sound...Jesse Swanson, letting himself laugh. It's at this moment he looks his age...so young and carefree. It melts me more to see this side of him.
"I'm just kidding. Now that I know I can't buy your affection with something as small as the Beetle's Album I wouldn't dream of forcing you to drive a $133,000 car."
Holy fuck-balls! Is he for real?
Putting on a baseball cap he retrieved from the glove compartment, he offers me one as well. "You might want to wear this...it tends to get a bit windy."
I do what he suggests and suddenly I feel so content and comfortable with him.
As we sit in silence, a call comes through the Bluetooth hands free speaker in the car.
"Hey man...how's it going?"
"Very good Thomas...and you?"
"Couldn't be better. So did you get lucky last night?"
Scrunching his face Jesse looks to me, I've turned crimson red.
"Umm...no man and you're on speaker and she's like right here."
"Sorry about that Beca. Chloe has told me so much about you...I can't wait until we finally meet."
"Jesse has said almost nothing about you so I look forward to meeting you as well." I say getting a dirty look from my dark knight as Thomas cracks up.
"That sounds just like my brother. Well I guess we'll see ya guys in a little while."
Jesse ends the call and smiles at me. "Just so you know Thomas and I are nothing a like."
"Well I figured since you were both adopted...you may have been raised together but you aren't genetically related." My comment causes him to nod in agreement.
After a few minutes of silence Jesse turns on some music and I notice immediately it's Titanium.
"You like this song?"
"Oh yeah...it's one of my favorites. David Guetta just gets it. The man oozes of seduction." I say as Jesse breaks out into laughter once again.
"Yes he does. His tracks are produced by one of my record labels in L.A."
"Jack Back Records is yours?"
"Yeah...it's actually David's label but I'm the money behind it. You've obviously heard of it."
Giving him a look of amazement, I settle down in my seat, enjoy the ride and begin singing the lyrics as my hand is guided to his lap.
"You have a beautiful voice Rebeca."
"Thanks." I say, almost sounding shy. "Not that I mind but why do you insist on calling me that."
"Calling you what? Rebeca? It's your name, isn't it?"
"Yes...but I prefer to be called Beca."
"Okay...done!" He pauses. "While we're at it, feel free to call me Jess."
I'm smiling so much my cheeks are beginning to hurt. I can really see myself falling for this guy. There's something special about him but at the same time he's so mysterious. It's this uncertainty that draws me to him.
"Just for the record...I'm very glad it was you who came stumbling into my office face first that day and not your friend." His comment makes me grin wider as I'm filled with warm and fuzzy feelings again.
"Me too."
"You're so different Beca...I really enjoy your company." His comment makes me gush.
"I...Umm...really enjoyed what happened in the elevator." I say blushing.
Turning his head to face me the lustful look in his eyes say it all. "I'm really looking forward to our date tonight, and Umm...there's another elevator in my building you may like."
Wow...did he just crack a joke?
Oh, God...me too...I can't wait for tonight. I think to myself but my thoughts deceive me as my body is once again tingling all over. I would do anything for this man.
Pulling up to Chloe's and my apartment Jesse comes around, opens my door and helps me out. We walk in silence as we approach the stairs to the upper level. Walking up the flight of stairs the door suddenly swings open with Chloe examining me from top to bottom. Just as she's about to speak a young blonde man in his late twenties comes into sight and drags her back inside making her giggle.
"Laters, baby." Thomas says to Chloe as he plants a sensual kiss on her lips. "Later Becs...it was good to meet you...until next time." Chloe's boy toy says to me as I smile back.
Wow! She must really like him. It's not like Chloe to respond this way to someone she just met.
Jesse smiles at me and pulls me to the side. Extending his hand to my face he tells me to be ready by 5pm, kisses my hand and takes off with his brother. Leaving me alone with Chloe, as the inevitable inquisition begins.
"Well...did you...?"
I sigh at her question. "No Chloe...he was a complete gentleman...well mostly."
"Did he at least kiss you?"
I nod yes, flushing at her question.
"By the looks of it you got lucky." I say trying to divert the attention off of me, giving my friend a sadistic grin.
"Is it that obvious? Oh my God Beca...Tom is so incredible. I can totally see myself with him. He's coming over again tonight."
"I'm happy for you red." I really am...
"Tom says his brother really likes you. Are you seeing him soon?"
"Tonight...he's taking me to his Texas home by private jet."
"Oh wow! Do you think you will then?"
"I hope so."
"So you like him enough to...?"
"Yeah Chloe...I do...I really do."
My ginger friend spends the next five minutes jumping up and down, squealing like a teenager at my candidness.
"I've waited years for this to happen and it's finally here. Thee Beca Mitchell is being swept off her feet by a sexy billionaire."
To be continued...
A/N: Okay now that the foundation chapters are done, things are going to start to really heat up. For those of you who have read the books you should know what's coming. For those of you who haven't...hang on tight...you're in for a treat.