Chapter 7
Christian's Point of View
I can't believe I am even doing this. After the day I have had all I want to do is consume my thoughts with mergers and acquisitions, those things are not filled with emotions and feelings. I feel like I am slowly losing a grasp on my self-made reality. Since Miss Steele arrived unannounced at my office I my entire world has been flipped on its head. I guess the best course of action is to divulge to Flynn since none of my other therapies are doing the job. I will call him first thing in the morning and set up an appointment. In the mean time I need to do this favor for Elliot have a drink, fake some small talk and get back here as soon as possible.
I decide to drive myself as to not bother Taylor, plus I may need to take a long speed fueled drive to clear my head if this takes too long. I arrive at The Capitol Club and the valet takes my car.
"Good evening Mr. Grey." He is polite, but I can see his excitement at being able to sit behind the wheel of my Audi R8 spider.
"Thanks!" I am short and throw him the keys.
I spot Elliot immediately flirting with some girl in a dress that is entirely too tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. She is all over him and he relishes the attention. Get a room, I think to myself, I would never put on any type of affectionate display in a place this public. Of course, the type of affection I prefer would land me in jail so it's never really been an option. I'm glad Elliot spots me and drops the girl to meet me at the door. I am not in the mood to make nice with all of these people tonight.
"Hey bro, thanks for coming." Elliot is thrilled that I actually showed
"You owe me Elliot. I have a million things for work that I should be doing instead of being here holding your hand just so you can get laid." I am fuming.
"You work too hard Christian. Maybe you should try getting laid once in a while. You probably wouldn't be so uptight." He laughs hysterically.
I just ignore him, thinking, if you only knew big brother!
The door man immediately recognizes me and I am quick to inform him that Elliot is my brother and in the future should be granted entrance without me having to come down and vouch for him.
"I am so sorry Mr. Grey, we've had a couple of people claim to be friends and family of yours so I decided better to air with caution." Cameron is quick to defend himself.
"It is fine this time, but now you know and I don't want him denied again."
"No problem sir, it won't happen again." He is stumbling and I know I got my point across.
We enter and I immediately feel claustrophobic. It is wall to wall people. I barely make it through business and charity events that are far more civilized than what is happening in here. I am more than grateful when Ariana (the club manager) greets me and immediately takes us to the VIP area where I can get back some of my personal space. She sets us up with a waitress who takes our order and is off to fetch our drinks.
"This is amazing bro." Elliot is in awe.
"Thanks it turns a pretty good profit." I have been happy with this investment so far.
"It draws in some beautiful ladies as well." He points toward the dance floor at two women dancing near a handsome Hispanic guy.
"She is fucking HOT!" he expresses singling out a tall blonde with mile long legs sporting a red bandage dress and Jimmy Choo platforms.
I don't respond, thinking that blondes aren't really my thing. Now the brunette next to her, that's more…What the FUCK! It's Anastasia, wearing a barely there royal blue, I guess you can call it a dress. Why the hell is she here, and dressed like that. I feel myself get hard at the sight of her. She is an amazing specimen. I become overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions. First lust then jealousy, all these other perverts are getting the same show, last rage I have to get her out of here. I would not be able stand seeing another man's hands on her body. Slow down Grey you are not her keeper. I simmer myself somewhat and ask for another drink, "make it a double." I decide to just keep an eye out for her. Any sign of trouble and I will have to act. She leaves the dance floor and goes to sit at one of the tables in direct line of my view. I notice she orders a drink then is scanning the crowd. Is she looking for someone? Is she meeting someone here? My imagination is running wild. Then our eyes meet and I feel the heat rise in my body. Gone is the rage, this is pure lust. I need to touch her, hold her, have her NOW!
Before I can think I am on my feet. I vaguely hear Elliot ask where I am off too. As I part the sea of people my eyes never leave her. She looks panicked, I have to reassure her that I won't hurt her (or will I?) Damn these mixed feelings. One second I want to bend her over my knee and spank her endlessly for letting other men see her like that; then all I can think of is ripping off that dress and taking my time exploring her body, giving her nothing but pleasure. As I am lost in my thoughts I notice she is on the move. Where the hell is she going? She almost full out sprints to the dance floor and into the arms of that bastard, the handsome Hispanic, that is obviously thrilled to have her back in his arms. Is that her boyfriend? Oh shit, I would have never dreamed she would be taken. I stand for a minute watching as they explore one another's bodies. It is obvious that he is madly in love with her. I can't help but feel betrayed and have to walk away before I rip him off of her and do something I might regret.
Sitting with Elliot he continues to talk about the blonde that is now sitting next to Anastasia. I realize that it is Kathryn Kavanaugh that I met at the graduation ceremony a few weeks back.
"Her name is Kathryn." I say blankly to Elliot
"You know her?" Elliot is thrilled
"I met her, a couple of weeks ago in Portland while I was giving a commencement speech." I am still reeling from the site of Anastasia on the dance floor with the bastard that is now sitting beside her hanging on her every word.
"You have to introduce me bro!" Elliot is now pleading
"Sure." I say let's go
We get up to head to their table when I notice that Anastasia is leaving the table with HIM. I can't help but wonder where they are off to. They seem to be heading toward the restroom. The line is long so I know I have time to introduce Elliot to Kate then move toward the restrooms where I can keep an eye on her.
"Hello, Miss Kavanaugh. How are you?" I say in the most professional voice I can conjure.
"Why Mr. Grey what in the world are you doing in a place like this?" she seems surprised
"I own it." Seeing the surprise in her eyes I know I need to be brief if I am going to get to Anastasia.
"I would like to introduce you to my brother Elliot." Pushing Elliot in her direction I notice that she is as taken with him as he with her.
Favor complete, now I need to hurry, I turn the corner and see something that has my blood boiling. Miss Steele in a passionate lip lock with her admirer. I can't help but picture ripping his lips right off his face. My imagination continues to get carried away, when I see Anastasia push him away with a panic stricken face. He looks at her with an apologetic expression obviously very sorry for over stepping his boundaries. She backs away saying something that I can't make out and then she is on the move again. I keep my eyes fixed on her, she is wobbly and pale. She is headed for the exit. I take a different one knowing where she will end up. I approach, realizing that she is drunk! I am livid, how could she put herself in that kind of situation. Any sleaze could have taken advantage of her in this state. As I reach her I am greeted with the sound of hurling, directly on my shoes. She looks up at me mortified and then I see that she realizes it's me and she looks terrified.
