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I stand there not knowing what to think. I have never seen a place like this before. I gasp in shock and look around again seeing beautiful décor, immaculate women, and gorgeous men, and they are all staring at me...More and more heads are turning towards my direction the further I walk into this room, as if trying to figure out who I am, and what I am doing here. I stare right back at them trying my hardest to hide this fear that is raising inside of me.
''Okay...'' Elena finally stops and looks at me again with that smug smile on her face. Take that smile right off your face! I want to yell but I can't. Every nerve in my body is charged and all I want to do is kill this woman right in front of me. She hurt dad... she hurt mum... she hurt Teddy... and she hurt Matt... she hurt my entire family and she thinks she can get away with it and use me. Tears are stinging my eyes but I force myself to stay strong and not let her know how upset I am. Be like daddy.
''Follow him.'' She nods at Mr Big guy in front of me.
And he heads off to the right, leaving me to scuttle off after him. My converse stumping loudly on the parquet floor as he leads me past the central staircase, towards the back of the Mansion.
I hear the hum of conversations and glance to my right, noticing many people sat at various tables eating, drinking and chatting. Waiters are serving food and drinks, and the distant voice of Adele is humming in the background. I frown not knowing what to think of all this. I'm lead past some toilets and then a bar. A few men are sat on bar stools cracking jokes and teasing a young woman, who has, apparently, returned from the lavatory with toilet roll stuck to her heel. She playfully slaps the main instigator on the shoulder, scolding him while laughing along with them.
I want to say something to the mountain of a man leading me, God only knows where, but he hasn't looked back once to check I'm following. He doesn't say much, and I suspect he wouldn't answer me if I did speak. He's only way of communicating is the slight nods he does but that's usually towards Miss Queen. I roll my eyes with annoyance. Why are they all treating her like this? She's far from royalty.
We continue past two more closed doors. Then he leads me into a summer room – a massive, light, stunningly lavish space that's sectioned off into individual seating areas by the positioning of sofa's, big arm chairs and tables. Floor to ceiling bi-fold doors span the complete face of the room, leading to a yorkstone patio and a vast lawn area. It's really quite awe inspiring. I inwardly gasp when I spot a glass building housing a swimming pool. It's incredible.
Once we've passed through the summer room, I'm lead down a corridor until big guy stops outside a wooden panelled door. ''Mr Turner's office'' he rumbles, knocking the door, surprisingly gently given his mammoth size. He looks at me finally and takes the tape of my mouth and unties my hands. He carries on looking at me and then takes hold of my hand to take me inside this Mr however's office.
''Get your hands off me you piece of shit!'' I take some of my anger out in that one sentence. After not being able to speak for ages, I get a hint of my anger out of me, and I can't wait to spit it all out on her. I take a step back but I feel someone standing behind me, I turn my head and find John looking right at me.
''John just push her in I really don't care!'' Elena's way to familiar now voice shouts through the closed door. My pleading eyes are looking up at John as if to say just let me go but it's obvious that he is not going to do anything to help me, he is going to 'push' me in as Elena said. In seconds very strong and very firm hands get hold of me and I yelp in shock. My heart beat speeds up as I struggle against the hold but I find myself weak and stop all together. The door to the office is pushed open and I am thrown as if I was not any heavier than a feather. I land on all fours head first into this strangers office and I feel myself blush with embarrassment. Damn it.
I slowly lift my head and I am met with him.
Oh good God. My heart starts hammering against my breast bone and my already nervous breathing shoots up to a damn right dangerous level. I suddenly feel light headed, and my mouth feels dry. I continue kneeling there and staring at him while he stares back at me. My gaze travels up and down his very tall frame and it's then that I take the full impact of him. I gulp, nearly choking on my own saliva. This guy... I mean man... is the definition of perfection. In my dictionary anyway... but I bet no women could go past without taking a long peak on the male beauty right in front of me.
His shirt is casually rolled up at the sleeves, but he still wears a black tie, which is loosely knotted and hanging down a broad chest. His dirty blonde hair looks like he attempted to put it into some semblance of a style but given up. His eyes hazel with a hint of green, bright but way too intense, and the slight stubble covering his jaw does nothing to hide his handsome features. He's tanned, he's tall, and his muscular. Everything that I always imagined, dreamed about, and craved. I swallow the big lump of desire in my throat and try to calm myself down as I continue staring. This guy brings sex to mind. Extraordinary sex. I thought for a moment that he might make me orgasm by just looking at me long enough.
Phoebe snap out of it now! My way to tired voice inside my head finally yells at me. I need to keep it together if I want to survive in here and get out. I take a deep breath in and I slowly feel my body tremble. God I am in so much trouble. His hands comes towards me, but I can't persuade my arm to raise and clasp his outstretched offering. Instead I just frown and stand up by myself, brushing down my top, and putting the lose strand of my hair behind my ear. He hasn't stopped looking at me once I can almost feel his eyes burning holes in my small frame. I need to put an end to this, I can't show any physical attraction to this man at all. You need to be the strong one and control them not the other way round.
''What the hell are you looking at?'' I spit at him. I can be a bitch when I want to be one. I'll show them. He frowns and I notice that his hands turn into fists. Oh I see it's the don't-mess-with-me kind of type then. Hmm... looks it to be honest and that is pretty hot. Phoebe! Shit! I really need to stop this outburst of attraction towards this stranger.
''I'm looking at you and you better keep your mouth shut.'' He snaps back at me. I see you also the I-am-not-backing-down type of guy. I smirk inside. Game on Mr Angry.
''Or what?'' I challenge him. That is when I almost feel the anger radiating from him, well this is fun.
''You-'' I see Elena's hand on his shoulder and I see him take in a couple of calming breaths and relaxing instantly. Huh? What? I look at her and look at him again to try and understand what the hell just happened when she put her hand on his shoulder but come up with nothing. I cross my arms over my chest and stand there feeling very frustrated and very tingly all of us sudden. Right now this is not the time and place to want sex and defiantly not the time to somehow feel jealous because of the connection between her and Mr Angry.
''As you can see you need to break her.'' What the hell does she mean by that?!
''What are you on about? You are going to let me go!'' I turn towards the door but John and the big guy are blocking it. Looks like I am not getting out of here this way.
''Your the best there is so I am giving you a challenge, you up for it?'' I hear her say but I don't look at them I stand there frozen focusing on the sound of my nervous breathing.
''Of course.'' He purrs. Oh God that voice. I squeeze me eyes shut as I try and get rid of the shiver that just went down my back. ''Could you leave us two alone?'' HUH! WHAT! No. No. No. No. Please say no.
''Whatever you want, Gabriel.'' She purrs back at him and begins to leave as do big guy and John.
The doors close and we are alone.
I heard him move and then I felt him come close behind me. His palms pressed flat to the door on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. I found myself unable to move a muscle let alone say something. He smelled sinfully good. Not cologne. Body wash maybe, or shampoo. Whatever it was it was mouthwatering and made me feel needy.
''Turn around.''
My eyes closed against the surge of arousal I felt at his authoritative tone. God he smelled good. His powerful frame radiated great power and great control. Two things that were both scary for me and a massive turn on. What the hell are you doing! Exactly what am I doing?! I open my eyes again and shut his smell and his presence out by taking a step forward, away from him.
He suddenly starts laughing. The full, throaty sound flowed over me like a rush of warm water. My awareness of him heightened to a physically painful degree. The sudden outburst of laughter made him sound a lot younger then I knew that he was. I turned to finally face him.
Hazel and grey meet.
I licked my dry lips and find him watching me with... interest and that humour still visible all over his breathtaking face. What did he find so amusing? I didn't do anything out of the ordinary that could have possibly made him laugh.
''What was so funny?'' I finally find my inner strength to say something to him.
He tilts his head to the left and still continues to stare at me. His eyes darkening. No. You need to stop looking at me like that right now. I want to yell at him. My eyes rested on his lips catching a sight of a smile that appeared, softening his sinful mouth. How did I miss that mouth? Focus!
''I'm going to ask you a question.'' He smirks.
''Which is?''
''Are you frustrated that I haven't touched you?''
I inhale sharply and blink up at him rapidly. ''What?''
He chuckles. ''Well you heard me.'' He steps back a little giving me some room to finally breath.
''Why on earth would I want you to do that?''
''Because this-'' He gestures at me with his hand. ''-body is giving you away.''
My mouth pops open.
''Hmm... well let's just say you are attracted to m-''
''I'm not.'' I cut him off and step way too close to him.
He takes a step forward, closing the small gap between us. ''Don't talk unless I tell you to... and to comment on what you just said do you want me to prove it?''
''Don't you dare tell me what I can and can't do.'' Having enough of this I turn on my heel and head for the door, I yank the door handle, but find that it won't budge.
''First get used to getting told what to do as this is what is going to happen while you are hear. And second not so fast with your escape as you didn't answer my question, did you, Miss Grey?''
I spin around again, charged with rage and annoyance of what he just said to me. ''Repeat the question then.'' I ask through gritted teeth, barely holding onto my self control.
I find him scowling. ''I don't like repeating myself.''
I laugh at him. Seriously? You are going to play this game with me. ''What a shame I must have forgotten your question.'' I smile sweetly for effect.
He clenches his jaw and his frown line gets deeper. ''Watch it.''
I lift my hands up in defence. ''Or what?'' I pause and when he doesn't answer I carry on. ''You don't even know me.'' I narrow my eyes at him.
He turns and walks towards his desk and picks up a file. Opens it and begins to read. ''Your mother is Anastasia Rose Steele who is currently employed by your father's company dealing with publishing. Your father, Christian Trevelyan Grey is the great CEO of Grey House enterprise. Let's not forget Theodore Raymond Grey, your brother, who's working as an assistant to your father. And then there is you, Phoebe Grey, born on the 2nd of February which makes you seventeen now but in a couple of days you will be eighteen. And at the moment you are in full time education and you haven't been in any relationship since... November, so about two months or so ago.'' He looks up at me and closes the file. ''And take it from the look you given me, is that you are shocked at what I just told you.''
I take a step back, leaning against the door to cool my overheated back. Panting softly. Feeling confused, scared, stressed, and frustrated. Ignoring my stressed state he starts walking towards me again standing a heart beat away from me. His hand touches my chest, right where my heart is beating.
He leans down to whisper in my ear. ''I can feel your heart hammering... faster... and even faster now.''
''Stop it.'' I slap his hands way. ''You still don't know anything about me. Just because you read things off some God damn file doesn't mean you know me.''
''You like to be a pain in the ass that's what I defiantly know about you.''
''I can be more of a pain in the ass if you don't back off.'' I bite back.
''Are you going to answer my question which I asked earlier?'' He changes the subject.
''What fucking question?'' I start feeling myself getting really annoyed and pissed.
''Don't curse.'' He looks me straight in the eyes. Is he seriously going to boss me around? Don't think so mate.
''Look, I am not doing anything you tell me to do.'' I keep a serious face so he knows I am not joking.
All of us sudden his fingers made contact with my cheek, causing liquid hot lava to travel through my body, and my breath to hitch. He smirked at me as if knowing what he is doing to me.
''Stop.'' I take a step back as a warning.
He starts shaking his head. ''You are going to be a hard challenge. But I will get to you.'' His gorgeous lips lift up into a smile showing a row of perfectly lined white teeth, making me feel dizzy again. How does he do that look? Please somebody has to tell me how.
I roll my eyes and he narrows his. I grin at him knowing well enough how easily he gets annoyed at my smarts comments and actions.
''These little games you are playing with me aren't going to work you know.'' I find myself fidgeting with my fingers and feeling the room temperature raising. Why is it so hot in here all of us sudden? ''See you aren't so sure of yourself are you? You are flustered. See you have weaknesses.''
He stops.
''And I will know all your weaknesses, Miss Phoebe Grey. So don't play so hard when you not so sure you can win.'' I attempt to swallow my nerves but fail miserably.
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