My dear little broccolis

💚 Untouchable 💚

Anastasia Steele comes to live with her uncle who works for the billionaire Christian Grey. He is rich, handsome and thoughtful, she is gorgeous, funny and smart. Only problem is, he is her uncle's boss, and she is seventeen.

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Lemons/Cuteness/Language/Humour/Romance/Light BDSM‼️

‼️CG+AS/Elena/Jason Taylor/Luke Sawyer/Carla Steele‼️

Chapter 1: Cupcakes & Jailbait (3.0K)

Ana's PoV

"Hey, kid. I missed you."

I jump in my uncle's arms, finding comfort in them and appreciating for a moment that simple thing. It has been a while since anyone took me in their arms like that, it has been a while since I have felt so safe in the mere presence of someone. Of course, Uncle J always made me feel safe, but Carla always made it her personal mission to prevent us from seeing each other as much as possible.

Uncle J is my father's baby brother, though they always joked about the fact that he looked anything but like a baby. Dad always called him his baby brother and always said that he would until the day he would die. And of course, that happened. It was quite a depressing year, and I almost flunked my grade 4.

Dad was sick for months and Carla being the warm and loving person she is didn't do a thing to make his life easier. I often wonder why he stayed with her all those years. He could have done so much better. But during those last months, we were as close as ever. I only realise now that he took a lot on himself to pretend he wasn't as sick as he was. He did his best to be my daddy until his last breath.

And then he was gone, and Carla was in charge. She moved us to Texas and refused for me to go live with Uncle J, no matter how many times he asked. No matter how many times I asked. It was always a hassle for him to come to visit me and let's not talk about him bringing Luke along. That always made her lose her mind. I think Luke should have been black as well, just to make her die of a proper heart attack.

Carla is … not a good mother. I'm not even sure I can qualify her as a good person. She is … not someone I will keep on my Christmas list. It took Uncle J so long to get me, and now that I'm free of her, I will not do a single thing to make amends with her. She can come back crawling and apologising all she wants, it will not change my mind. I guess that makes me a vindictive little bitch, but I don't care.

Especially not now, especially not when I get to live with Uncle J. Even though he was kept far by the dragon, he still did his best to be in my life. I owe him my first phone (well, the same one I have now), and therefore my sanity. When it was getting too hard with Carla, I would text or call him, and he would make me feel better. Just hearing his voice had a soothing power over me. And Luke … well, we don't have such a close relationship because Carla (aka the dragon-Lord) always forbade me from seeing him, but the rare times we talked over the phone, he always had a quip to make me laugh.

So anyway, on the way to his place, Uncle J explains to me that he lives with his boss. And of course, since I'm a responsible and mature teen, I make a joke about him earning his keep by giving favours to his boss. He explains that we'll be living in a condo in the centre of Seattle and that Luke would be the one driving me to school in the morning because Uncle J leaves super early with his boss.

Apparently, Mr Grey is someone who lives at work. Especially now that he's single. He leaves super early and comes back super late. But Uncle J has his weekends and he promised to show me around and not make me feel neglected. Not that I'm not used to being alone anyway. I wouldn't fault him, he has to work. He also warns me that from time to time he has to travel abroad with Mr Grey. And of course, I make another joke asking if Uncle J is just an overpaid babysitter for an overgrown man.

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A month after my arrival, and I got the hang of this new life. School is great, but then again, I've always been an A+ student. Yeah, yeah, I can be kind of a nerd, but that's because my brain is amazing like that. I've made a few acquaintances (it's way too early to call them friends) as well. But that was easy. I'm both a cheerleader and in the mathletics, so I was bound to hang out with other students. Though I have to say, they're not as stuck up as I thought they would be.

I mean, I have always been in public schools, so I always pictured private school people as posh snobs who think they're better than everyone else. But low and behold, they're just like the rest of us. They have their insecurities and their passions and their issues back home. Yes, sometimes I can't help but roll my eyes and think that they're being over dramatic, but we're teens, it's our job to be over dramatic.

It did give me pause when I saw that I was registered in a private school. They don't come cheap. But Uncle J assured me that it was the best school in town and that his pay alone could easily cover it. He might babysit a rich man, but at least he gets paid good money to do so.

Actually, I haven't met said rich man yet. Uncle J wasn't kidding when he said that Mr Grey worked nonstop. There's been a couple of times when I didn't get to see Uncle J three days in a row because of his work hours. But Luke is amazing. And he cooks wonderfully! I'm pretty sure that Gordon Ramsey would be like 'I fucking want you to become my personal bloody chef from now on' if he ever got to taste Luke's food. It's heavenly. My favourites are the french toasts he makes me in the morning. I mean, yeah I should watch out for those calories. But one, I exercise a lot. Second, I needed to gain a few pounds after Carla, so … win-win.

I mean, I cheer, plus practice sports at school, and it's proper sports, nothing like what we did in my old school. And since we have access to the building's pool, I hit that every Friday night. I would do it more often if I could, but after school, I work in a coffee shop. Both Uncle J and Luke argued that I didn't need to and that they would get me whatever I wanted, but I want to make my own money. Plus, it is also a college found. I can't take all their money like that. College is fucking expensive, even if I manage to get a scholarship.

So here I am, on a Friday night, waiting for the clock to tick all the way until seven. Friday nights are always dead in the coffee shop, which is understandable. People rather go out and party than grab a coffee. I'm pretty sure that's why the manager gave me the Friday night shifts. So they can go party however they want. But I don't mind. I usually do my homework or work on that idea I have for an app. Nothing too tech (I'm a nerd, but not that kind of nerd). Just something that would scan a piece of clothing you like, tell you what brand it is and how much it is, and then gives you a few options similar to that piece of clothing that is cheaper or closer to where you are. I like the idea, I don't like the whole hassle behind developing it.

The shop is completely empty and I look up seeing that I'm one minute from closing when a customer comes in. Of course, he does. Always right before closing. It's like they don't know we have lives. Still, I give him my best smile and ask,

"Hello, sir. Welcome to Jenna's, what would you like?"

"A chocolate cupcake. And a triple espresso. As strong as possible. I have a long night ahead of me."

"Right away."

Well, at least he's not asking for anything fancy that will take me hours and will render all my tidying earlier useless. I make his coffee, though I feel his eyes on me, and when I give him his cup, asking for his card, he keeps looking at me with a frown. Did I shave an eyebrow this morning? Because this is starting to become creepy.

"You're Taylor's niece, aren't you?"

How in the hell does he know that?! Is he creep following me!? But then I look at him. He's wearing a designer suit. Looks like a Tom Ford. I know that the building in front of us (building … tower, I don't see the difference) is Grey Enterprises Holding. Uncle J has paid me a couple of visits whilst I worked. So this is probably his boss.

"Oh, you must be Mr Grey," I say, just to make sure. He nods, and all I can think off is that he's definitely younger than I thought. Uncle J never said anything about his boss's age, but I assume he was an old businessman. You know, old for me. As in he was in his 40's, 50's. This man is definitely younger than that, though the beard prevents me from knowing for sure. Men and beards … that's all I'm going to say.

He is actually kind of hot. In fact, he kind of looks like a movie star. But maybe I'm just dazzled by the lack of sleep.

"What are you doing here?"

"Uh … earning money? You know, that thing us peasants need to keep on living and shit," I immediately retort before biting my lip. This isn't just another rude customer I can sass away. He's my uncle's boss. I don't want to bring any trouble to Uncle J. But though Mr Grey has a small chuckle, it's not what he lingers on. He looks around before inquiring,

"Aren't you supposed to be closing soon?"

"Five minutes ago, actually."

"And who's closing with you?"

"Casper? Mr Grey if you're planning to rob this place, it's not the best plan. Everyone pays per card now. I suggest the grocer. There's definitely more cash there."

He glares at me before leaving without saying a word. Well, I'm definitely going to have to tell Uncle J about this. His boss is weird. As soon as he's out, I close behind him and clean the place. Then I count the register and as I said, our very little cash before putting everything in the vault and leaving the shop. It took me all but thirty minutes. It's pitch black outside, and I forgot to text Luke, so I guess I will have to take the bus home. Not that it's that much of an inconvenience. But one month of living like the snobs made me appreciate the posh life.

But as I lock the door, Mr Grey emerges from the shadows, finishing his coffee. What the hell!? I jump, bringing my hand to my heart as I wonder if he doesn't have better things to do than to scare girls out of their skins. I mean, isn't he supposed to plot to take over the world or something?

"Come with me," he says, but I don't move. I mean, maybe he's a serial killer in his off hours and that's why he's never home.

"Uh … I'm good. I'll go straight home."

"Yes. I'll have Taylor drop you off."

I open my mouth to argue, but something in the way he looks at me stops me from doing so. So I follow him into his humongous building and he directs me toward a room where my uncle is. He looks up with a frown, immediately getting up to come to me, and before he could ask a single question as to why I am in presence of his kind of hot boss, Mr Grey tells him,

"She's closing Jenna's on her own. I'll cab it home."

Then he leaves as if that's explanation enough. Man, CEOs are a different breed. How did any of that make any sense? Uncle J doesn't seem that surprised by his behaviour and he grabs his coat before he takes me to the parking lot. Okay, either I'm really out of touch and this isn't odd, or I finally got a taste of the eccentricity of a rich white man. So of course, as soon as we're in the car, I ask,

"Your boss is …" I look for my words, but Uncle J seems to understand what I mean,

"He has a history. Security is kind of a trigger for him and that's why we live in a fortress."

"Head … but that's taking it to the extreme. You should tell him that I'm a big girl. I'm actually planning on taking up martial classes on Saturday afternoons. I can take care of myself."

Uncle J chuckles, shaking his head, "You could be a mix of the Rock and Jackie Chan that he would still worry. You live under his roof, he feels responsible. Especially since you're a girl."

"Well, that's sexist."

"It's realistic. In the grand scheme of things, you're more likely to be the victim than him or me. I don't count Luke. He could annoy to death anyone trying to mess with him."

We both laugh at that because it's totally true. Luke can be quite funny, but I don't put it past him to be just as annoying when he wants.

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The next day, I get home from the game in the late afternoon after one of the other cheer dropped me off. I should really consider getting myself a car. Maybe like that Mr Grey won't have a heart attack at the idea of me closing the shop alone. But a car is expensive. Plus there is insurance money and gas money and I'm supposed to save up for college. I should have found myself a job with that kind of perks. As if …

But anyway, I get in the lift, itching to get home and get out of my uniform. It was quite intense today, but it was well worth it. We won, and the atmosphere was through the roof. I was invited to the after-party, but I don't feel like it. Maybe some other time. Right now, I just want to go home and crash unto my bed after a long and hot shower. Maybe I'm even lucky enough and there are some french toasts left from this morning.

But when I get in the lift, I see Mr Grey already in it, probably coming from the parking lot. He moves a little to let me in and I do, thinking that I'm an idiot. And blind! I was wrong. Mr Grey is not kind of hot. He's all sorts of hots! Especially when he's dressed so casually, with his sleeves up and his denim jeans hanging on his hips. How is a girl not supposed to drool over so much hotness?! Good thing he's not wearing grey sweatpants. Because I know I would be a pool of drool on the floor by now.

How is this man so hot and yet single? How is this man so hot period?! I mean … it doesn't make sense! If I were looking like him and had already accomplished so much in my life, I'd be hunting pussy every weekend! I know I'm far from being ugly, but you know, I'm not some rich billionaire tycoon. I have to get my life together. He already has that. And even if he's a settling-down type of guy, well, how come he doesn't have a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or whatever?

Man, I don't need a hot shower anymore. It's all about ice cold shower now.

When the elevator finally dings our floor, I bolt out of it and I turn to at least be polite and tell him, "Well, off to the shower now. Good weekend, Mr Grey."

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Don't be a creep, Grey!

I look up and go straight to my office, doing my best to erase the last image of her in my head. Why, oh why, did I have to run into her in her cheerleading outfit! For fuck's sake! What I wouldn't give to test how flexible she can get. And … nope! This is all kinds of wrong. She's Taylor's niece! She's still in school! She's seventeen! Fucking jailbait! I shouldn't even look at her, even less with those kinds of thoughts in my head.

Twice I've run into her, twice I've had anything but pure thoughts about her. I should be jailed for what my imagination was doing to her yesterday night in my dreams. And I should be jailed for even bringing it up right now.

She's a fucking jailbait, and I should stay as far as possible from her. Especially when I feel so attracted to her. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

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Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed

💚 Well, chapter 1 is under wrap and I can't wait to see what you think of it. Both Christian and Ana have a VERY different backstory than their books' counterparts. But so far, we got to see Ana and I kind of like this spunky Ana.

💚 Now, Sawyer and Taylor are married ... Carla seems to be an awful mother (any guesses as to what she did?), Ana is a nerd and a cheerleader, and Christian seems to be an aloof hot billionaire ... (what's new here?) So what do you think And who do you think will make the first move?

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).

Love, Mina 💚💚💚