All rights to characters and story of Fifty Shades of Grey are owned by E.L. James. I own my story and my versions of the characters.
~In my outline for this story Christian's POV is limited. It will occur at important and crucial points in the story. I won't rule his POV being as limited as it is now if I decide to make changes to my outline. I've read many reviews that say he's cold and aloof, but I promise that will change, just as it does in the original book….remember his attitude did change in the book. I've also been asked several times if they have children and the answer is no~
~ This chapter is in Christian's POV ~
Although it shouldn't, if this chapter confuses anyone, re read the section in Chapter 1 when Ana and Christian initially meet at the photo shoot. This chapter answers other questions as well.
First Blush Of The Morning
Only the love of Christ could explain why the fuck I'm inside The Fairmont Olympic Hotel heading toward a suite where I'll have to endure a photo shoot done by inane college students. The only reason I agreed to this, along with that joke of an interview with that Kavanagh woman, is solely a favor to her father, the owner of Kavanagh Media.
With more than enough shit to handle at the office, here I am wasting my time. I follow Taylor inside, annoyed as hell and wishing I'd never invested one single dollar into WSU. As I expected, the obnoxious Miss. Kavanagh tries to command the situation. She obviously wasn't paying attention to me yesterday and failed to realize who commands situations. She begins to introduce me to these amateurs and I don't even attempt to feign any interest in meeting them.
My indifference disappears when I hear a melodious feminine voice saying my name. Looking up to find the source of this delightful sound, I find myself staring right into the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I wouldn't describe that I was staring at them, no, I was lost in them. Lost in bright, cerulean eyes, a color I've never seen in my entire life-guileless eyes. For an un-nerving moment I find myself unable to respond to this woman's outstretched hand, and I see a flash of confusion in her face as she must notice I'm blatantly staring at her. Remembering myself, I smile at her and take her dainty hand in my mine. Then, I see those beautiful eyes darken for a moment and hear an almost inaudible gasp. I've affected her. I can't help feeling pleased as I recognize her reaction. But her handshake surprises me, it's quite firm and self assured, much like the initiative she took by offering her hand to me in the first place. I'm surprised because I'm used to women who never initiate shit with me. They know better. They know they wouldn't be walking straight for a week.
I take in her face, it's sweet, flawless and her cheeks are blushing a faint pink. A faint pink of innocence, perhaps? Despite being dressed in jeans and a plain white tee shirt, she is breathtakingly beautiful and I cannot help taking in her perfectly petite body and glorious mane of brunette hair. She is everything I look for in a sub; she is my perfect type. No, she's not. She's a young, innocent college student and I'm a dark, twisted man who beats the shit out of little brown haired girls.
I realize that I've held onto her hand a fraction too long and that the Kavanagh woman has noticed. She begins asking me whether I want to sit or fucking stand, when all I want to really do is throw the gorgeous brunette over my shoulder and take her away from here.
My initial annoyance for agreeing to this photo shoot has vanished as I wonder what this beautiful woman's flawless skin would look like after I caned her, or how glorious she'd look helpless, tied to my bed in the playroom. I'm trying to reign in my thoughts, there's no telling how old this girl is, but I can't help gazing at her, and that's when I notice she's biting down on her bottom lip. Fucking kill me, now. How in the fuck did I miss those lips? I can feel my cock twitch and it's pissing me off as I pray I don't get a hard on standing here while this fucking oaf takes my picture. Her eyes and hair are making my balls ache. Those perfect tits on that fucking body, her full mouth that I could fuck in my playroom. Grey…stop thinking about this.
I have to keep looking at my watch so I don't look at her and continue to torture myself. This bullshit has got to end soon so I can get this woman's name. A name will give me information, although what I would do with that information is unknown to me since she's not a submissive. Shit, I just want to know about her. No, that's not all I want. I want her spread eagle and blind folded. The more I wonder what she looks like under her clothes, the worse my mood becomes. I'm practically scowling at the Kavanagh woman and she finally says they have enough pictures. Thank fuck.
I politely shake hands with each of the students, then approach the creature that's driven me crazy for the last thirty minutes. Once again, her hand is in mine and I swear she gasps at our contact. Her skin is soft and subtle, and I'm positive the rest of her body feels just the same. Name, Grey. Get her name.
"It was nice to meet you, Miss..? I smile at her and find myself lost in those two oceans that are her eyes. I watch as her cheeks blush slightly, but she boldly holds my gaze; fierce- yet innocent. Like a dying man waiting on his last rites, I'm waiting for her to tell me her god damn name. If I just knew her name, I could have her bound and gagged. Fuck that, Grey. It's not going to happen.
"My name is Ana Steele, Mr. Grey. It was nice to meet you." Once again her voice sounds like a soft melody, but I'm only thinking of the phone call I'm about to make to Welch once I'm out of this hotel room.
Welch is very efficient. By the time I make it back to GEH, Miss. Ana Steele's background check is complete. I quickly download and print it out, going over each line, trying not to salivate all over it. So, Ana is short for Anastasia. What a unique and beautiful name. Just as unique as those clear blue eyes and as beautiful as the woman.
An entire week passes and I'm still thinking of Anastasia Steele, a co-ed about to graduate college. Here I sit, Christian Grey, the fucking CEO of a billionaire company, fantasizing over a 21 year old college student. Her background check tells me she's not all that innocent-she's been in two long term relationships. Strangely, that knowledge pisses me off. I'm also pissed because these ludicrous thoughts of her are causing me to jack off in the shower each morning. This desire of Miss. Steele has made me put someone to follow her around. Once I'm shown pictures of her with another young man, I'm irate. They are out to dinner, or going to watch a movie. Normal shit that I have no interest in. I want to cane and fuck her, and since I haven't had a sub in over two months, I need that now. So, realizing from all I've gathered, I decide to leave Miss. Steele alone and call Elena. She knows what I need and it won't take her long to fulfill that need. But I still keep tabs on Anastasia Steele, wanting to know what is going on in her life, and what she's going to be doing once she graduates in two months. But I give strict instructions to only inform me of any pertinent information.
Elena presents me with three subs to choose from, I've told her I want one with blue eyes. Finally, the last sub Elena brings me is a woman named Olivia. Despite being a few years older than me, she fits my request. For a dominant such as myself, Olivia is a perfect submissive. Her pain tolerance is incredible, I fuck her for hours, yet while I'm pounding into her from behind, yanking her braided hair so tightly that her head is jerked backwards, I often imagine she's Anastasia Steele. The only reason I extend our contract is because of her resemblance to Anastasia, and I wonder if I punish her over the smallest infractions due to my frustration that Olivia isn't Anastasia.
Then one day at GEH, Welch comes in my office with Anastasia Steele's file in his hands. Seeing it excites me so much my dick nearly gets hard-this means something interesting has occurred. I hide that excitement as I stare at him impassively. Welch is Taylor's ex CO and hardly intimidated by any of the glares I throw his way.
"Mr. Grey, you wanted to be apprised of any pertinent changes concerning one Anastasia Steele?"
"What are they" I sound bored and lean back in my chair.
"Miss. Steele has recently moved to Seattle with one Katherine A. Kavanagh. Miss. Steele is also employed with a publishing house called Seattle Independent Publishing. I have all the usual information you require, along with photographs of Miss. Steele." Welch is gruff, straight to the point, and that's why I employ him.
"Give me the pictures."
Most are mundane shots of Anastasia and that God awful Kavanagh woman, but many of her walking downtown by herself. Some shots like this are taken when it has begun to darken. I don't like this and frown.
"Where is she walking to all by herself? I don't try hiding my irritation.
"The apartment where the women reside is fairly close to Miss. Steele's job. She walks to and fro every work day."
Now, I'm pissed. A young, attractive woman walking home from work in the evening? Does Anastasia have no regard for her own safety? That would never occur if she was my submissive.
"I want more than surveillance on Miss. Steele. Place covert security on her, ASAP. And I want any and all information about the company she's working for. Especially the security they may or may not have. I expect to be informed about that no longer than tomorrow. Are we clear?"
"Of course."
"And leave me her file." I want to be able to look at the pictures of the delectable Anastasia Steele.
I try to concentrate on work so I don't keep looking at Anastasia's pictures. I send Taylor over to SIP to check out their security, and he is able to just walk in the building unhindered. This fact amazes us both, since it shows they have no security whatsoever. This pisses me off. Then Barney gains complete access to their computer server so easily that a 15 year old kid could do it. Again, I get pissed off. The only silver lining there is that not only did I get Miss. Steele's email address; I also get to read all of the emails she'd received or sent. It was all boring work shit.
It takes me all of three minutes to make two decisions.
Picking up my phone, I call Andrea. "Get Ros down here, now." I snap at her.
Then I get my cell phone to text Olivia and order her to be at the penthouse at precisely eight o'clock. I don't give a fuck that it's the middle of the week or consider that as a nurse she may be working. Naturally, she replies instantly, assuring me she'll be there. I know she's thinking I want to fuck her, but I only want her there to terminate our contract. Anastasia Steele is back on my radar, despite the fact she knows nothing about my lifestyle or that I'm headed toward being her certified stalker.
When I tell Ros that I'm buying a publishing house she thinks I've lost my mind, and perhaps my lust over a certain brunette has cost me to think rationally. Despite every argument she makes, some of which are valid, I don't relent and we soon acquire Seattle Independent Publishing, which will soon be Grey Publishing. I am GEH and I get what I want. Period. And I also want Anastasia Steele as I have for all these months, and this acquisition will give me adequate excuses to not only run into her, but it will allow me unlimited access to her.
I have to admit that Miss. Steele has proven her worth at SIP. From all I've seen of her work, she appears to have a natural talent in the world of finding talented authors, and talented authors bring in money. Even if we met just briefly, with all of my stalking capabilities, I know her quite well, and I'm actually proud of what she's accomplished at SIP in such a short time. But until the buyout is official, I can't waltz in there and approach her. So, I fucking have to wait…again.
Elliot busted his balls getting my club remodeled and busted my wallet in the process. He chose Gia Matteo to design the club's interior. I'm not sure if that choice was because she's one of Seattle's best designers or because he used to fuck her, all I cared about was the end result. Elliot and Gia were both surprised how I envisioned the club's design and over all atmosphere, but I wanted a certain dark and mysterious feel to it, a bit like my favorite poet Edgar Allen Poe would write. That, and I wanted it to also have the feel of my playroom as well. I always feel in control and powerful in my playroom, and I wanted the club to have that same aura.
Once all was complete, a meeting was held with everyone that had worked on the project. The last topic on the agenda was who would be invited to attend the clubs official opening night. Elliot's only contribution concerning this was that they should all be single, blonde haired women. Leave it to my older brother to only be interested in a blonde and vacuous woman. My instruction was that those fortuitous enough to be invited were to be Seattle's VIP's. With the exclusion of those I personally disliked, who were all on a list that Andrea handed out. But the one and only person I gave a shit about inviting was the exquisite Miss. Anastasia Steele. I gave Andrea the personal task of taking care of this special invitation, and drove myself crazy the entire week before opening night wondering if Miss. Steele would attend. I was almost positive that she would since I had included her roommate, Miss. Kavanagh as well.
As planned, Taylor delivered me to the club via my own private entrance where I could watch the night unfold on the countless CCTV's we'd placed throughout the club. Not giving a shit about mingling with anyone attending this opening, I never once stepped out of the club's office, I was waiting for Taylor or Reynolds to tell me when and if they spotted Anastasia. After the club had been opened for well over an hour, despair was descending since it appeared she wasn't going to show. I was on my third scotch when Taylor informed me that Anastasia and her friend had just entered the club. Not wanting to appear desperate to lay eyes on this woman, I strolled to the screen, only for my breath to hitch at the sight before me. Even in the darkened club and through a black and white CCTV screen, this woman was exquisite. I took Taylor's seat, nearly blowing a load when I first noticed that her dress was cut so low it practically reached her ass. I couldn't decide if I wanted to run downstairs and cover her up or find the nearest enclosed place so I could fuck her hard from behind. Jesus, Grey…no written consent. Yet.
After watching her for more time than I care to admit, I see the two women heading back to their booth from dancing and watch my god damned brother approach them, and then sit down beside the blonde. FUCK! I was nearly crossing my fingers that he would get up and go find another blonde woman to harass-if he remotely became involved with this Kavanagh woman it would prove difficult for Anastasia to become my sub. My family and my lifestyle are antipodal. As my luck would have it, he remained at their booth, all engaging in conversation. FUCK!
But then we watched Anastasia get up and Elliot brought her to staircase leading her up to the VIP section. Up to where we were. Why? The answer was watching the brunette Goddess enter the club's only private ladies room. I begrudgingly gave Elliot credit for being thoughtful enough to send her to the best one in the club.
It seemed as if it was taking Anastasia forever to come out, and all I want is to see her again. I'm waiting impatiently when I suddenly get a genius idea. I can leave this office the very second she emerges from the ladies room and accidentally run straight into her. I wonder if she'll remember me.
"Taylor, the very fucking second she opens that door we're leaving this office and heading straight towards her. Do not take your eyes off that monitor." He merely nodded and Reynolds briskly positions himself at the door.
Fuck, I feel nervous for the first time in my life. All I'm thinking about is being able to stare in those pools of ocean blue eyes again, wondering what her reaction will be when she sees me, and hope I don't get a hard on in front of her. God Grey, are you a 15 year old kid?
"Taylor?" I'm sure he thinks I've lost it. He's never seen me like this over a woman.
"Negative, sir."
Reynolds is rocking back and forth on his feet, probably thinking he was once an FBI agent and now works for a sexual deviant that's planning some stupid high school shit. Well, fuck him. And, what in the hell can keep a woman in the bathroom this long? I'm rubbing my face in frustration when I finally hear Taylor.
"Sir, we have a visual." Getting up and heading where Reynolds and I are standing by the door, I swear I see amusement in his eyes. I want to punch him.
Taylor and Reynolds open the door and step in front of me while I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Let's go, gentleman." I shake my head at the unfamiliar and scrambled thoughts swirling inside of it.
We make our way out and just as we make that slight turn along the hallway, I watch as Anastasia make a head on collision with Taylor, letting out a scream of surprise. I have an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy as I watch Taylor's hands on Anastasia as he catches her before her ass hits the floor. Why in the hell would that bother me?
Oh, Miss. Steele.
What have you done to me?