Sorry I haven't posted another chapter in a while! I've been busy with school work but I've been writing this for some time. This is probably my longest chapter, but I'm introducing a few new characters! :D Tell me what you think and if you've got any ideas for something to happen in the plot please tell me! I'm running out of ideas! Enjoy! - uncertainelf19
A year. A year since my break-up with Daniel and I haven't seen him since. Dad fired him after finding out about him sleeping with someone else. He was furious and I've never seen him so angry at me. 26 and single, living alone and a ballet teacher. I have enjoyed being alone for a while, but my sex life has gone down hill so much! It's been five months since my last time and I can just picture myself as an old woman surrounded by cats sitting on a porch in a rocking chair shouting at strangers who go onto my front lawn. I shudder at the thought. No! Don't think like that. Mr Right will come along, that's for sure! Ted and Bryony are getting on well, and are happily married and are having a baby. They look so in love and I try desperately not to be the green eyed monster when around them. I don't know why, but when I'm a round my family I feel like the disappointment.
One evening I'm sipping away at my third glass of wine, and I've got to admit that I can finally hold my drink after going out constantly with Jessica, a fellow ballet teacher and a very good friend. As I slowly finish my glass of red wine, I place it down on the table in the living room and look out at the night sky. It looks so peaceful and serene. I wish I was out there, married, with a family... in love. Daniel enters my mind and I feel sick at the thought, I shake my head clear of his face and focus on wine. Wine, my only true friend is seems.
Suddenly, my mobile rings and I grab is quickly, answering a little too loudly.
"Hello?!" I shout and I hear laughter, I frown at the laughing person on the other side of the phone and listen to what they have to say.
"Phoebe, it's nice to hear from you too!" shouts Ted down the phone, and for the first time in a while a smile sweeps across my face.
"Ted, hi. How are you?" I ask kindly and he sighs. "Good thanks. Did Dad email you about the upcoming event?" he asked and I checked my emails quickly.
"Er... no. Nothing. Nice to be included," I say sarcastically. I roll my eyes.
"Well, there's a charity event tomorrow. You coming?" he asked and I thought showing my face might do me some good.
"Yeah, why not..." I mutter and Ted laughs.
"Oh God... you aren't in a good mood, are you?" he asks and I smile again, but only slightly.
"I never am," I reply. "See you tomorrow Ted," I say and we hang up. Oh God, might as well get searching tomorrow morning for a dress. This is NOT going to be my idea of fun.
I stare at my reflection in the floor length mirror. I look thin... too thin. I haven't eaten properly in a long while – and you can tell. My emerald green dress had to be taken in by two sizes and I look at my skinny body, frowning. I hate my body. I just look repulsive. My hair is loose and straight, and my make-up is subtle. As I leave Escala I'm greeted by Taylor who formally nods and I slide into the car. The journey to the event is long and boring, so I decide to check my emails again for Dad's email about tonight. No, nothing. Does he not want me there? I sigh and look outside the window and I see a red carpet with cameras flashing here and there. I get out of the car and suddenly and interviewer stands and follows me as I walk quickly to the entrance.
"Miss Grey! You're looking wonderful tonight. No date?" she asks and I turn and look at her sternly.
"No," I snap and she backs away.
"Miss Grey, a few words?" I hear another interviewer and I sigh, walking towards him as he points the microphone to my mouth.
"What is your secret to staying so thin?" he asks and I smile.
"Exercise," I mutter and he smiles and nods, before he asks another question I quickly run off and into the entrance. I look around and see smiling faces at me. I walk with my clutch purse and I spot Ted with Bryony. She looks wonderful, and her stomach is blooming!
"Phoebe!" he shouts and he hands me a glass of wine and I smile gratefully at him.
"Thanks," I whisper and he smiles, hugging me.
"Come on, don't be sad. You haven't been yourself in ages! I miss the old, fun rebellious Phoebe!" he exclaims and I smile, sipping my wine slowly. The white wine slips soothingly down my throat and quenches my thirst nicely. My Dad stands beside me and I smile in response and he stares at me, frowning.
"What?" I ask.
"How heavy are you?" he asks and I laugh.
"Why?" I ask, and I see Ted's eyes widening.
"Come on, I want to know," I hear and the familiar stern voice is behind me. Dad. He looks down at me crossly.
"6 and a half stone," I whisper and he sighs heavily.
"Phoebe, eat something. You'll waist away!" he says in a huff and I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, nice to see you too Dad," I say sarcastically and I walk off away from him. I grabbed a second glass of wine off a waiter who stared at me weirdly, obviously shocked at my red face from Dad winding me up so much. Why does he care about my weight?! He didn't care to email me about this event? I hate him sometimes.
It was my third glass of wine and I was needing to use the bathroom. As I wondered in and out of people I walked towards the toilets. I pushed the door and it was locked.
"Fucking typical," I whispered to myself and someone replied.
"I know what you mean," he whispered and I glanced to my left and saw a man leaving the men's bathroom. I stared at him and he laughed. His tux was immaculate and he looked amazing and very sexy.
"If you want use this one. I wont say a word," he said, whispering and I smiled.
"Thanks," I replied and I shoved past him, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door. Who the hell was he? I frowned and when I finished I came back out and he was stood there, on his phone texting and he looked at me and smiled.
"What are you doing?" I asked, frowning.
"Waiting for you. I was worried that the smell might have knocked you out seeing as it was a male bathroom you used," he replied and I smiled slightly. I looked at him properly as he leant casually against the wall. His hair was blonde and thick, floppy against his head. His eyes were an emerald green, the same as my dress! He looked quite handsome, and not normally the man I go for.
"Very considerate," I said shortly and I walked past him. He walked along side me as I made my way to the bar and he stood beside me. What the hell did he want?!
"Miss Grey? What can I get you?" asked the barman.
"White wine please," I said formally and he handed me a glass.
"Miss Grey? Phoebe Grey? Shit..." said the man and I frowned.
"What's wrong?" I asked, confused as to why he was shocked about my name.
"I've got to go," he continued and I grabbed his arm, pulling him into me and he frowned.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked and his mouth hardened into a line.
"Jake. Jake Thompson. CEO of Thompson Enterprises Inc.?" he said and I smiled.
"Another CEO. So... what's your problem?" I asked and he smirked.
"Nothing... wanna dance?" he asked and I smirked.
"Sure, why not. It's been a while since a man asked me to dance," I replied and he smiled back. He took my hand and lead me to the dance floor and a smooth waltz was playing and he swayed with me. He was amazing at dancing! I swayed in time with him and he smiled down at me. His grip tightened as he continued to dance with me.
"So, Miss Grey. What do you do for a living?" he asked. Oh, it's like being quizzed. I don't need this right now.
"Ballet teacher. So why were you so worried about me being Phoebe Grey?" I asked, switching the conversation completely and taking him off guard.
"Well... it's a little awkward seeing as I'm dancing with Christian Grey's daughter seeing as I work with him," he continued and I gasped. I let go of his body and walked away quickly, and I could hear his footsteps following me.
"Don't fucking follow me," I said sharply and he frowned. "
Why?" he asked, hurt because I swore at him.
"The last time I met someone was at an event like this, and he worked for my Dad too. He cheated on me, if you're that interested. I don't need a repeat thank you," I snapped and his eyes widened. I turned on my heel and ran outside, the cold air hitting my face harshly like a thousand knives piercing against my body. I felt a warm hand touching mine and I turned rapidly to the side and glared into his eyes.
"Well... why don't you get to know me before you judge me like most people do," he murmured with a sad look in his eyes. I knew how he felt. People judged me thinking that I was spoilt and nasty. I was anything but. Or at least, I thought I was. The corner of my mouth lifted slightly and I smiled at him. He really was breathtakingly gorgeous.
"Here, take this if you need me," he said and he handed me a card with his details on, his number, address and email.
"Why would I need you?" I asked and he smiled sweetly at me.
"You never know," he whispered and he turned away before softly kissing my cheek and making me blush. I watched him walk in and I felt strange, I felt connected with him. He was different to Daniel, in a strange way. He was more straight and to the point, and quite forward. Maybe that's what I needed? I turned and headed towards my car, sliding in and Taylor ran out of the event.
"Miss!" he shouted but I sped off into the Seattle city streets before he could catch me. As I drove home I thought of nothing but Jake. Jake Taylor. Or is it Jacob? He probably has a girlfriend anyway seeing as he's a CEO and probably charming towards all those blondes who come strutting up to him. But why of all people at the event did he come to me? I shake my head and pull into the garage beneath Esacala and climb out, heading to the lift, alone.
As I opened my bedroom door, I looked over at the balcony windows and opened them, stepping out into the cold night air and looking down at Seattle below me. Suddenly, my mobile went off and so I grabbed it, a slight hope that it was Jake, but Ted's name showed up.
"Phoebe, why did you go?" he asked and I scoffed.
"Glad someone noticed," I said sarcastically and I heard him mutter something.
"Well, tomorrow Bryony and I are going to Mum and Dad's tomorrow for dinner at 6. Dad wants you to come and he wants to talk to you about Daniel," he says quietly. Daniel? Why the hell is he all of a sudden interested with me and Daniel?! I grab my phone and switch it off immediately and throw it onto my bed. I groan and place my head in my hands.
The next day I wake disorientated and sleepy. Urgh... what time is it? I glance at my alarm clock and it reads 11.00am. Jeez, that's late for me! I clamber out of bed and wash and get dressed for another day at the office... Dads office. This lecture off Dad is something that I really don't need right now.
It's five thirty, might as well head off. I grab my keys and make my way down to my car slowly. I haven't turned on my phone all day and I decide to do it now. Four missed calls off Ted, two off Dad. Woah, he's getting better!
Mum and Dads house came into view and I sighed heavily as I parked next to Ted and Bryony's car. I got out and made my way to the front door. Before I could even knock Dad swung the door open and grabbed my arm.
"Yeah, nice to see you too Dad!" I murmured and he glared down at me. Shit! What have I done?!
"Don't get smart with me young lady." What the fuck is going on? I walked with him, or I should say he dragged me into his office and sat down on the chair was Daniel, awkwardly looking in my direction as I gasped and felt anger running through me. I turned to leave the study and Dad slammed the door in my face.
"No. This is important," Dad snarled and I sighed. I sat down beside Daniel. Keep your ground, Miss Grey. Don't make it look like you want to kill him... I smiled sweetly at my Dad and he smirked. He knew what game I was playing and he unlocked his computer.
"I have some news. Welch just informed me of something important that I need to tell you both," he muttered and I looked into Daniels eyes and narrowed them.
"What could you possibly have to tell us, Dad, that concerns both me and Daniel?" I asked formally and Daniel sighed and looked at Dad.
"Jack Hyde. He was responsible for your... little mishap, Daniel three years ago," he whispered and I frowned. I didn't recognise the name but Daniel obviously did.
"Shit! Jack Hyde?!" shouted Daniel and I was utterly dumbfounded. Jack? Who is this? Dad glanced at me and smirked.
"Jack Hyde, Phoebe, attacked your Mother when she was pregnant with Ted," snapped Dad. I sighed. Now I remember who he is!
"Daniel, Jack Hyde put something in your drink during the stag party, making you... go all disorientated and dizzy. You had no idea what was going on, yes? So... this led to your... mishap," he said harshly and Daniel nodded. He looked over at me and smiled slightly. What?
"This changes nothing. You still slept with someone else and you didn't have the curtsey to tell me," I whispered and Dad's eyebrows rose.
"It's been four years!" he shouted back and I stood up quickly.
"That makes no fucking difference! Daniel, face it! We. Are. Over," I snarled and I ran out of the study leaving a horrified Daniel and a furious Father. As I left the room and ran down the stairs I faced my mother who looked worried.
"Darling, what's happened?" she asked and I had tears rolling down my face.
"Nothing, Mum. Daniels here. I need to go, I'm sorry about this," I whispered and after hugging her tightly I ran out of the door and headed home. How dare he turn up and tell me this?! I don't care about him any more. My love for him has gone completely. Never again will it return. I think back to the night that I forgave him about sleeping with someone else. I was a fool! To get back with that cheat?! I now realise that I must listen to my head next time and not this stupid thing inside my chest.
As I sit down and glug what feels like my fifteenth glass of wine, which it probably is, I sigh heavily I don't get it. What's wrong with me? Mum met Dad when she was younger than me and she's been with no one else. Is it me? My personality? I sigh again heavily and look down at my phone. Now, who haven't I spoken to for a while. Whose that? I don't recognise the number. Let's see.
"Hello?" I heard over the other side. Ooh! It's a man.
"Hello, who is this?" I ask, giggling slightly.
"Jake Taylor. Phoebe, is that you?" he asks and I gasp dramatically.
"Mr Taylor, my apologies for calling you so late!" I shout and slur down the phone.
"Shit, Phoebe are you drunk? I'm coming to see if you're OK," he says and he hangs up. How does he know where I am? Stalker. I giggle and place the phone down beside me and stare out at Seattle through the skylight. Urgh... my head feels fuzzy...
I wake up all disorientated from the night before. Shit... what the hell happened? I slowly rise from my bed. How the hell did I get here?! I search the room but it's empty. No one around. I can't remember anything that happened last night, except the wine. Oh... the wine. I sit up and my head is surprisingly OK, well... better than what I deserve. I slowly rise from the bed and wonder into the kitchen. Might as well cook some breakfast. I'm greeted by two blue eyes cooking at the stove and smiling.
"Morning," he says cheerfully and I squint.
"Jake?" I ask and he chuckles sweetly.
"Jake indeed! You were drunk out of your mind yesterday. How you feeling?" he asked and I smiled slightly.
"I'm holding up," I continued and I sat down on a bar stool. "Why did you come?" I asked and I saw his smile go away.
"You called, you were drunk. I needed to make sure you were safe," he said quietly. I decided not to reply. He wanted me to be safe? What? Why would he care about me being safe? I shake my head and slowly place it in my hands as I groan. Urgh... I feel awful.
"I've got work in 10 minutes, but I can stay here... if you want..."
"No. I've got work later," I snap back and his eyebrows rise.
"OK. Are you sure?" he asks kindly. Will he just go already?! The last thing I need is him staying with me watching my every move. This is annoying. I nod and he finally leaves. I sigh as I hear the lift doors close. Gone! Wonderful. I didn't even invite him in here. Hang on, how the hell did he even get in here?! Freak... controlling man who doesn't know when to stop... reminds me of my father a bit. No wonder he's a CEO like him.
The day drags on after I've taught my Grade 6 ballet group who are taking their exam soon, but it's worth the effort. As I walk towards my car, I see a silver Audi parked next to it and a black figure leaning against the bonnet. I ignore them and walk to my car.
"Nice car," said the man and I turned and saw a familiar face, and one which I really didn't want to see.
"Jake? How the hell did you find me?" I asked crossly, fishing out my keys from my hand bag quickly. The quicker I get them the faster I can get away from him.
"Lucky guess," he whispered, a ghostly smile sweeping over his face and I frowned.
"Listen, I haven't got time to chat. See you," I said shortly and I jumped into my car and whizzed off into the city, looking back to see Jake climbing into his car and heading in the opposite direction. Finally! Think he got the message that I am not interested?! Men... Don't be too cocky. He probably doesn't like you either. I frown and carry on driving home.
I walk through the halls of Greys enterprises and go to find my Dad for some lunch. Hopefully he wont be busy with work and he'll be able to spend some quality time with his daughter for once. As I wonder through I'm greeted by people as always and it's always formally, which I personally dislike. I wonder through the halls and nod politely, then I realise to myself that I have gotten grouchier throughout the years since Daniel and I split up. The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and I dismiss it completely.
As I walk up to my Dads office I knock timidly and I hear laughter from inside. Who the hell is with him? Why is he laughing? I open the door slowly and see none other than Jake and my father laughing over something on the computer screen.
"And that's when she fell into the mud on her eighth birthday," said my Dad, laughing as he did so. They both looked up at me and smiled, I frowned back crossing my arms.
"Oh, talk of the devil," said my Dad. He looked back at his computer and locked it. "I was just showing Mr Thompson some of your photo's of you when you were little. Come on," he said, grabbing his coat and leaving the office with Jake following behind him, leaving just before winking at me. I frowned in his direction.
"Thank you for business today, Mr Thompson. And thank you for looking after my daughter the other night," said Dad and he looked at me and frowned.
"I have a bone to pick with you," he said sternly to me and I looked down. As Dad walked towards the reception and took Jakes arm and pulled him back to me. "
You idiot. Thanks for this. Now my Dad is going to go fucking mental at me because of you and your big mouth!" I snarled and he frowned.
"I... Phoebe I told him what I was up to on the weekend, that's all," he whispered and I frowned, letting go of his wrist nastily. I stormed off to my Dad and walked away from him. How dare he?! He... he infuriates me so much. I turned back to see Jake looking at me with a cross look upon his face.
After a long lecture about drinking from my Dad, I finally head home. Suddenly, as I go to get into my car my mobile vibrates.
You know you really shouldn't hate your Dad for the 'lecture'. He's only trying to protect you, like me... - Jacob Thompson
I frown. Who the hell?! Jake... only Jake would do this. How the hell did he get my number?
Jake, please piss off. I don't need this right now. Thanks to you my Dad is still fucking pissed with me. So please, keep your stupidly large nose out of my life. - Phoebe Grey
I plonked my phone onto the passenger seat and drove off. The vibration startled me as I got a reply. Luckily, we were in traffic and so I picked up my phone and read the message.
Your life interlinks with mine, whether you like it or not. I will see you again sometime in the future. I know you hate me, and why I do not know. Anyway, the lights have turned green so I'd go before someone crashes into the back of your car, Miss Grey. - Jacob Thompson
I frown and look up, sure enough the lights are green and people are pipping their horns behind me and swearing. I quickly zoom out of the traffic and I see the eyes of people around me driving shocked at the speed of my car. As I pull into the garage I grab my phone with infuriation and text back.
Your life will never link with mine, believe me. Stop following me and stay out of my life! And good observation skills, Mr Thompson. You're not as stupid as I thought... - Phoebe Grey
I groan and switch off my phone, storming into my apartment and not looking back.
I sit alone with Jessica in a restaurant on Valentines day and people think we're a couple, but seeing as we both don't have any dates we both decided to treat ourselves to a nice meal. Luckily, none of the paparazzi have noticed me out tonight and the headlines haven't said anything about me... yet. Suddenly, my thoughts of news papers went as I received a text. Who the hell is texting me?!
Honey, we haven't spoken to you in a while. Me and your Father are having a meal tonight in Seattle, so we might pop in to see you. I hope you're well. Love Mum xx
I smile down at my phone and lock it. At least someone out there loves me...
We finish our meal and head out of the restaurant carefully to avoid anyone's gaze. As we walk across the street, a man spots me and grabs his camera and I walk quickly with Jessica in the opposite direction.
"Miss Grey! Out with a friend for valentines day? Or is it someone else? A girlfriend?" he shouts and I look back to see more and more men following me, their cameras flashing wildly towards us both. I grab her hand, which was unwise as they photographed this, and sprinted with her down the street.
"Phoebe! Your car is the other way!" she shouted and I ignored her and carried on running. I sprinted faster and faster and Jessica was having difficulty catching up with my pace.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into an alley, letting Jessica go and continue running.
"Get the fuck off me!" I shouted and the person let go. I looked out of the alley and the coast was clear and I left, searching for Jessica.
"Jess!" I shouted and I looked to my right seeing a crowd of people crowding around. "Shit," I whispered to myself and I ran to the crowd, making my way thorugh as people asked me questions. I ran to see Jess on the floor and knocked out.
"Jesus... Jess..." I whispered and I picked her up and shook her. A man suddenly grabbed her and held her tightly. "Get off her!" I shouted and I stood quickly to see Jake stood holding her.
"Not so much as a thank you," he said and my eyes widened.
"You pulled me into the alley?!" I shouted and he frowned, grabbing me and pulling me towards the car. I thought not to argue and I followed him, I wanted to stay with Jessica. Some men started jabbing at me and asking questions.
"Miss Grey! Is that your girlfriend? Can I ask you a few questions?" he shouted, pulling my arm and I turned with tears down my face and I frowned.
"Fuck off! My friend, thanks to you, has just been badly injured and I would prefer it if you could keep your fucking hands to yourself!" I screamed, scaring him and he stood back away from me as I jumped into the car and it pulled to the hospital.
I sit waiting impatiently in the waiting room to wait to see if Jessica is OK. A red haired nurse walks in and smiles at me kindly. I stand quickly so much that my head rushes and I feel faint. She stands closer to me.
"She's fine, Miss Grey. She's sleeping at the moment and you can go home and get some sleep yourself. You can come tomorrow and visit," she says softly to me and I feel comforted. I smile and nod, a sigh of relief leaving me. Thank God she's OK! I grab my jacket and leave the hospital, getting into my car and driving into Seattle. My mind reels with thoughts and emotions. Jake... Jake... why the hell did he get involved?! He caused this... I can't believe his stupidity! I just want to scream in his face and cry as he hears me. I realise that I'm driving fast down a road which at the end has traffic and I skid to a halt and turn quickly to go into the oncoming traffic and into the opposite direction. I need to see him and confront him. He can't keep on interfering with my life. I drive to his office and hope he's in there working. I halt suddenly and climb out of the car in front of the entrance and a man dressed in black runs to me and I storm past him, flinging my car keys at him and he smiles with glee, getting to drive my car must be a privilege. I go to the front desk and realise that the building is quite empty and some people are passing me and are likely to be going home.
"Can I help you?" I hear the brunette say in front of me, smiling with her dazzling teeth and looking into my grey eyes.
"Yes. I'd like to see Mr Thompson," I snap and her eyes widen. She points me in the direction of his office and I practically sprint there with all my might. I see his posh office door and I swing it open, standing at the doorway as he stands at his desk, organizing wallets and folders and his head whips up, a shocked expression upon his face as he stares into my eyes.
"What the fuck was that for?!" he shouts and I frown.
"Don't you swear at me! I am so angry with you lately! What fucking right do you have to interfere with my life? Stop trying to help me! You make everything worse, Jake!" I shout, slamming the door behind me and standing opposite him. He puts his hands awkwardly in his pockets and shrugs, staring into my eyes and I can tell that I've hurt his feelings. I sigh and feel a stab of regret for shouting at him and I look into his beautiful eyes.
"Jake... why are you doing this?" I ask quietly and he inhales quickly.
"Isn't it obvious?" he says, throwing his hands in the air as if he's been keeping something in all his life. He sighs and kneels on the floor in front of me with his head in his hands. I look down at the poor, broken man before me and I bend down at his level, even though we're far apart. He looks up and there are tears flowing down his cheeks. What have I done? I've completely crushed this poor soul and I want to fix it. I want to kiss his tears away... what is this? I like him? I hated him though...
"I love you, Phoebe Grey. Can't you see? I can't keep away from you, and if anything happened to you..." he whispered and he chokes at the last sentence and my finger rests upon his lips. His moist lips and I crawl towards him.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" I whispered softly, clutching his face and wiping away his tears with my thumbs and he shrugs. I smile softly.
"Because you hate me. I know you do... I try to help you so much Phoebe and you throw it back in my face," he whispers and I feel like crying with him.
"You just... annoy me," I whisper and he chuckles.
"This is meant to comfort me?" he whispers and I giggle, stroking his face tenderly, looking into his eyes as if he was a wounded animal.
"But... I reckon I could put up with that," I whisper and he lifts his head, staring into my eyes and I smile back.
I slowly reach forward and my hand remains on his cheek, the other beside me. His hands slowly wrap around my waist and he pulls me into him so we are nose to nose. We both inhale softly and take each other in, our foreheads pressing against one another as we sigh and breath in time. Slowly I reach out and our lips meet softly together, kissing romantically and lovingly. I breath and pull back, and I see tears forming in his eyes. Woah... this man loves me, and I can see it in his beautiful and pure eyes. And somehow, I feel the same. Even though I've been annoyed with him after all this time, I couldn't get my mind off him! He was all that I had thought about all week. He leant forward again and kissed my mouth with more hunger, wanting me. I kissed back and he opened his mouth to let my tongue do it's wonders. I kissed him passionately and my hands found their way into his scruffy dirty blond hair and I tugged gently on the ends and he moaned against my mouth but soon enough, I tugged again and his lips found mine and there was more desperation in the kiss. I felt strange, and his hands stroked my back softly and I kissed him so hard he fell back onto the floor, and I fell on top of him. I giggled and stroked his face as he did mine. Then I thought, I never laughed like this with Daniel. I never kissed like this with Daniel. The thought of Daniel all over fills my mind and I dismiss it completely and open my eyes to see Jake kissing me still. I continue to kiss him and I pull back suddenly realising where we were.
"What?" he asked softly, stroking my back, his fingers drumming down my spine and sending delectable shivers down it.
"We're in your office, in your companies building. Can we finish this somewhere else?" I asked huskily and he smiled, slowly sitting up so I straddled him. I smiled and kissed his soft lips again. "Come on, you can stay at mine," I whispered and I stood slowly, bending forward so he could get a good view of what he was about to unwrap back at home. He smiled and got up, collecting his jackets and putting it on.
I stood with my bag and watching him walk casually around his room as he collected his books and papers. He smiled at me kindly and nodded, and I left the office with him following behind me. Slowly, his hand slipped down my arm and into my hand. It was lovely, finally after all this time I've found love again. I smile up at him and he winks. Suddenly, a man passes us both and looks shocked at me being with him. He quickly let go of my hand and coughed.
"Mr Phillips," he muttered and the elderly man nodded in his direction, staring into my eyes. As we entered the lift, Jake looked down at me and sighed.
"What's wrong?" I asked, frowning.
"That was Mr Phillips... he works for your Father," he whispered and my eyes widened.
"Oh..."
"Lets hope your Father doesn't find out just yet... he might kill me," he whispered and I couldn't help but stifle a giggle. Suddenly, he turned to me and pinned me against the lift wall, the cold glass hitting against my body as his lips found mind and he kissed me savagely but oh... how I loved it. It was like young love again, something new to explore. I moaned against his mouth as the familiar sensation rumbled deep within my stomach as he kissed me. He pulled away quickly and resumed his natural CEO look, although his hair was slightly messy but it always was. I was flushed and panting against the glass wall as people entered the lift. They gave me strange looks as I reddened in the face and Jake pulled me into his arms, smiling sexily down at me and I smiled back. Pushy, loving CEO.
As we walked out of the building, not holding hands, we stopped and he yelled loudly.
"Taxi!" Suddenly, a taxi pulled up right next to our feet and we clambered in. He shut the door. "Escala, please," he said and the taxi driver nodded, pulling away into the traffic.
"I'm shocked no one spotted us," I whispered and he smiled down at me, taking my hand in his grasp as his thumb stroked my knuckles. Finally, after what seemed a long drive due to the amount of traffic, we pulled up out of Escala and he handed the taxi driver the money, and a stupid tip too. I rolled my eyes and we entered the lift. I fidgeted all the way up to my apartment, and as soon as we entered the foyer the sexual tension rose. Woah... I've just invited a CEO who works alongside with my Father into my apartment to 'get to know him.' This is strange. He walked in and smiled at the surroundings. I think he was impressed with the whole place.
"Nice place," he whispered and I smiled, placing my jacket on a chair.
"Thanks. It was my Dads..." I whispered and I looked up at him and he licked his lips softly, and took me in.
"Phoebe... I can't get over how amazing you are," he whispered and that was it. I hadn't been told anything like this for a while so I bolted at him with open arms, jumping onto him and wrapping my legs around his waist and he held me, his hands propping me up by holding my thighs as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He walked towards the hallway and I muttered against his mouth.
"Second door on left," I whispered, taking my mouth of his slightly and then finding it again. He laughed and went the way I told him and he found my bedroom, placing me gently on the bed and leaning on top of me and pushing my body softly into the mattress below. He groaned as I wrapped my legs around his behind, pushing his groin suggestively towards mine. I wanted him so much, here and now! His hands moved from my hair to my neck, and he slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall to the side. Once finished with that, his skilled fingers unzipped my skirt and he slowly caressed my thighs and I groaned with anticipation and need. I lifted up my behind so he could easily slide down my skirt, which he did with great easy. My shoes had already fallen off and he slowly peeled off my blouse, leaving me only in my underwear which was an emerald green lace with a silver trim and he smiled.
"Hey, you're wearing too many clothes," I protested and I sat up as he sat on top of me and I smiled. I slid his jacket off his shoulders and threw it onto the nearby chair, along with his tie. Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest along the way and he groaned as I did so. I smiled, I loved the sound of him groaning as I pleased him. Suddenly, I was back on my back and he was hovering above me and kissing my breasts. I looked down and his trousers were off, and he was just in his boxers. Shit! That was quick... I take a good look at his body and my God he is fit! A lot fitter than Daniel was, and his ass was glorious as I felt it with my hands, pulling his behind to my groin and he looked up from my chest and smiled salaciously. I rolled over and unhooked my bra, taking it off and throwing it aside and he smiled, leaning up and taking my mouth again.
I woke up in his arms, wrapped safely as he breathed on the back of my neck, his hot breath soothing me. I sighed gently and turned to see the time. Only 11.00? What time did we get back here? It must have been about two hours ago. I yawned and rolled over forgetting that Jake was softly snoring beside me. I got up slowly and felt thirsty. I walked around towards my chest of drawers to get a nightgown and then I trod on Jakes shirt. Hmm... I've seen a lot of films where the woman wears her boyfriends shirt after sex and it always looks sexy. I put on the shirt and grab some lace knickers and slide them on, walking quietly out of the bedroom and down the hall. I stopped as I saw the staircase and I stared up at the door. That door, where the sex room is. I slowly crept up the stairs and came face to face with the door. The last time I was in there was months ago, with Daniel. I sighed and slowly turned the handle and opened the door. The room was pitch black and I switched on the lights and blood red walls filled my eyes and I squinted. I looked over at the bed and it was neatly made. Everything looked so clean and perfect. I shuddered as I looked over at the whips and slammed the door to. I began to sob silently and then I heard something. Shuffling down in my apartment, in the front room. It wouldn't be Jake... he would've seen me in the doorway if he'd past the stairs.
I wondered slowly down the stairs and turned in the hallway, stopping as I heard high heels clicking around the floor. The lights flicked on and I panicked. Shit! A thief! I walked quickly into the main room and turned towards the kitchen.
"Phoebe?" I heard and I turned to see my Mum and Dad stood arm in arm looking at my attire. Dad looked away and sighed and my Mum giggled quietly.
"Mum! Dad..." I whispered in shock as they stood staring at me. I realised then that I was wearing lace knickers and Jakes shirt, nothing else. I blushed and hoped to God that Jake wouldn't appear any time soon.
"Did you get your Mother's text?" asked Dad sternly and I looked in his direction and nodded. He knew that I was up to no good, and that there was a man in my bedroom and he said no more. "Hey, Phoebe. I missed you in bed..." whispered Jake, rubbing his eyes and only dressed in his boxer shorts. My Dads head whipped around and he glared at a sleepy Jake whose eyes widened as he saw my Dads look.
"Shit! Mr Grey!" he shouted and I ran to Jake, standing in front of him. He stood beside me and held my hand tightly, still attempting to use me as a body shield to cover his naked body. I looked over at my Mother whose mouth was open wide and her eyes large with shock.
"Phoebe! What the fuck is going on?!" he shouted, taking a few steps towards me but I stood my ground. "Why are you fucking another CEO, and one that happens to be working with me?! Have you no fucking clue what you're doing? What is it with you and people who work for me. Do you like defying me, huh Phoebe? Because, young lady, you're doing a fucking good job," he yelled and I stood on the stop, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Christian, honey..." whispered my Mother pulling his arm back.
"No! Don't Ana, stay out of this. Phoebe... what the fuck is going on?" he shouted and I let go of Jakes hand and stood in front of my Father, glaring into his grey eyes.
"If you use your fucking eyes for once Dad, you would be able to see that I am an adult. Not a fucking child any more. And once you've seen past that you would be able to tell that I love this man, and he loves me. Got a problem with that?" I whispered and his jaw tightened and I stepped back, holding Jakes hand.
"Mr Grey... I'm sorry about this. And believe me, this is not the way I wanted you to find out. But it's true. I love your daughter," he whispered and I looked at my Dad, he had tears filling his eyes.
"Phoebe... let me explain something to you. You loved Daniel. There's no denying it. He worked for me and he broke your heart once too often. I don't want to see you broken again if things don't work out with Jake. Mr Thompson here works for me too. I can't stand seeing you upset. You're still my little girl," he whispered and I smiled. I saw my Mother smiling and grabbing my Dads hand softly and he visibly relaxed.
"Dad. Like millions of other girls out there, I have had my heart broken. But... you've got to let me go. I love Jake, and if things don't work out then things don't work out. But don't spend your days worrying over my little heart," I whispered and I kissed his cheek softly and he smiled, hugging me tightly. He looked over at Jake and smiled. I stepped back into Jakes arms and my Mother did the same with my Father.
"Take good care of our daughter, Mr Thompson," said my Mother and I smiled, blushing as they left.
"I will, Mrs Grey," he replied and I smiled. As the left, I turned and kissed him gently on the mouth and he wrapped his arms around me.
"Well... that went better than I expected," he whispered and I giggled, pulling him towards me suddenly so our bodies pressed against one another. I pushed my groin towards his and kissed his neck, teasing him as he wriggled beneath my touch.
"Baby... not in here... bedroom," he whispered and I looked up at him and suddenly he swooped down low and I was in his arms like a maiden in distress... No. I was a maiden in love.