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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 2: Secret Little Dates (3,2K)

Christian's PoV

With a heavy sigh, I listen to my lawyer, Andersen, blab again and again as I drink a glass of scotch, doing my best to not shout at the poor man. I can't believe that six months after the divorce was finalised, Elena still manages to try to suck the life out of me. I was supposed to be free of her, and here I am, still trying to get this ex out of my life like someone trying to get gum out of their shoe.

It all started so well. We were friends since we were toddlers, and when we became teens we took it to the next level. It was all so … great. We were in love, we were each other's first and everyone was happy about our relationship. After all, her father is Carrick's best friend and we were from the same circles. When I said that I wanted to start my own thing, she didn't oppose to it. She didn't support me either, but I didn't necessarily feel like I needed her support.

Elena is … a spoiled brat. She was the archetype of a daddy's girl when she grew up and when we got together she made sure to make me understand that my worth was only as great as the way her father treated her. Nothing I did was ever good enough. In all matters of life. Whether it was me starting my own company and making my own money when I was barely 21. Whether it was me going after my dreams. Whether it was me doing my best to find a work-life balance. Or whether it was the way I was with her in or out of bed. Nothing was ever good enough for her. Even when I tried to do as she wished. She always found something she could complain about.

For so long I endured it and did my best to please her the best I could. I would hang with her friends, I would let her dictate how our lives should be intimately and socially, I would just pass her her every whim, but in the end, I just couldn't stand it anymore. It wasn't even the cheating that made me say stop. It was just … a general discontentment. I am just grateful for one thing, the fact that Mom insisted over and over for me to make Elena sign a prenup.

At first, I didn't see why she should. I mean, yes, I know where Mom comes from. Even if she wasn't the great lawyer that she is, I know the marriage she's in and why she values so much a good prenup. But Elena was more prosperous than me at a point in life. And she was anything but a gold digger. More than once, she would buy herself something extravagantly expensive just to rub in my face that she didn't need me and that I was nothing to her. But I made my first million shortly after our engagement, and Mom was adamant about the prenup. If there is one thing I can give Elena, it's that she didn't complain one bit when she had to sign the prenup. She signed it on the dot the day it was presented to her.

Sometimes, over the past six months, I wondered if I really was that weak-minded. Because I have been wanting to get out of this marriage for a while now, even before I learned that she was cheating on me every chance she could. But I never did. It took me so long to contact a good divorce lawyer and start the procedures. And I have to be honest with myself. I know that I was enjoying the sex. Even though she often made remarks afterwards, Elena never said no to sex, and it was almost a daily thing.

This is probably what I miss the most from this relationship. In fact, probably the only thing I miss from this relationship. Sex. Elena was my first, and unlike her, I have never cheated. And ever since the divorce, I haven't been with any other woman. Yes, Elliott and Jack took me out a few times to clubs and bars, but I always went home alone. Nothing really did it for me. Until Anastasia fucking Steele!

How did I manage to not see this girl for over five weeks of her living under my roof? But then again, I think it's a good thing. Because I'm not sure I would have been able to compose myself in front of Taylor the first time I would have seen her. I've never been one to be easily flustered by the way someone looked. I mean, yes, we all had our celebrity crushes growing up, but that was it. Plus, I was in love, and I made it my mission to be blind to anyone but Elena. But Miss Steele …

First of all, she doesn't look like a seventeen years old. I don't know what they feed them now, but I didn't know a single girl in my high school that looked like her when I was seventeen. Second … for fuck's sake, there shouldn't be a second. I shouldn't even think of her that way. Besides the whole she's in school thing, there is the whole she's Taylor's niece. And Taylor is very fond of her. He's been talking about her for years. I know he's been struggling to get to her and has been engaged in many legal actions to become her legal guardian. And in a way, I'm selfishly glad that it only worked now. Because I didn't get to see her grow up and I don't have to feel even more like a creep.

I can tell that her mere presence under his roof is such a weight off his shoulders. Even though Taylor rarely talks about his private life (unlike Sawyer who really doesn't mind), I can see that he's happy his niece is here. From what Sawyer said with half words, Miss Steele comes from a household with a very toxic mother who didn't approve of her daughter spending time with her dead husband's brother for fear that she might become a homosexual in the future. I do have to say that I was a bit worried that Miss Steele might be a bit bigoted and that it might impact Taylor in some way. But far from it.

But anyway, I'm not here to think of Miss Steele and her delectable body or the way she got to live under my roof. So I shake my head, finish my drink and interrupt Andersen to let him know,

"I'm dead. Anything you're telling me right now is a blabbering mess. We'll talk about it first thing in the morning on Monday."

"Mr Grey, we can't let it —"

"I know, I know. I won't postpone. I'll have Andrea clear me a slot. But right now, it's no use."

I have no idea what he's talking about and it's all mixing together. All I know is that Elena is trying to get into my business and that I have to strike fast and hard to make her stop. But I have to worry about legalities and all the shit I signed on the divorce papers. I can't do that on a Friday night at almost 11 pm. So I bid my farewell once again and leave a note on Andrea's desk to clear me two hours on Monday morning for Andersen, with every sign that it is urgent and a priority on any other meeting.

I'm going to have to look for a new PA soon, not that I necessarily want to. But Andrea did tell me earlier today that she was pregnant with twins, which means that she will have maternity leave soon. And since I had the good idea of taking an example on our European neighbours for anything health-related, I will need a PA for a whole year. But the thing is, Andrea is amazing at her job. She's been with me since the start, she knows all my title habits, she knows how to rearrange my schedule when I have a last-minute thing. She's not going to be easy to replace. HR already sent me two possible candidates that I blew off immediately. If they can't even look me in the eyes when I tell them something, it won't do.

As Taylor drives us home, I rest my head against the window and see the little neon sign of Jenna's, which infuriates me for two reasons. First of all, the shop is closed, so what need there is to be for this neon sign? Is no one thinking of the planet here? Second, I am reminded of the fact that little Miss Steele closes this shop on her own when we are in the middle of winter. Taylor must have caught me looking at the shop at the red sign because he mindlessly says,

"Sawyer went to pick her up, today."

I grumble, not very eager to talk about my issues when security is concerned. Taylor only knows about them because he's a curious asshole who is thorough in his job. I might have done research on him before hiring him, but he did research on me before accepting the job. Not that I don't appreciate his thoroughness every day. I would be a helpless baby without him.

"She said to tell you that she registered for martial arts classes on Saturday afternoons. So chill, her words."

I chuckle because that's definitely not something that Taylor would ever say. Even the word sounds foreign in his mouth. "Yes. I noticed that she can be … witty."

It's not the word I have in mind, but it's his niece. I'll use euphemisms. Taylor glances at me in the rearview mirror, perfectly aware that I didn't say what I meant and a flash of stupidity passes through me.

"Do you think she could fill in for Andrea after school instead of working for a company that puts her uselessly in danger?"

Why, oh why did I fucking say that?! This woman is a walking temptation and here I am, putting more temptation on my path like a fucking masochist! Though I would feel more reassured if she didn't work alone in that coffee shop. They make the best coffee in town and I often go there when I need to take a breather, but if I know she's there alone every day after school, I know I will up my caffeine addiction around the time of closing.

Once again, Taylor glances in the rearview mirror and he says, "I don't know, Mr Grey. I will have to ask her. She has many after-school activities and I don't know if she can fit them all in addition to filling for Andrea. Andrea does a lot of work."

"She does. Just let her know that the offer is on the table. Of course, I'd pay more than what they're paying her at Jenna's. And she would get to spend more time with you. I just don't like the idea of her being alone when the odds are not in her favour. It only takes one time."

Taylor nods and doesn't add anything, but he's not a man of many words. Sometimes, I wonder how he and Sawyer ever got along. Sawyer always has a quip for the most ridiculous or dire situations. In fact, Sawyer has managed to keep me sane and laughing all throughout my divorce. Especially after he made it clear that he never liked Elena.

When we get to the building, I go straight to my room to take my gym bag and go down to the pool. It has been a while since I've been swimming when I used to go weekly. I've always loved swimming. It is such a good outlet to let go of everything. Plus it has always been my thing. Elliott is kind of hydrophobic and Mia quickly decided that her hair was more important than swimming. So I was the only one swimming back home. Even in this building. We've only been here for a year and I have rarely seen anyone in the pool, even though it is accessible to anyone living in Escala. Granted I always go at Godforsaken hours.

But today, surprise, there is someone there. At first, I don't pay attention. I mean, the pool is big enough for two people to swim in it without bothering the other. But then, I recognise her! Of course, she's here! For fuck's sake! I have been doing my best to not think of her, and here she is, a sex bomb on display right in front of me. Oh, the things I'd do to her! Oh, what I wouldn't give to have my way with her right now. Fuck her age, fuck Taylor … fuck her.

What need did she have to wear a fucking bikini and to come to the fucking pool at this fucking time? Aren't teenagers supposed to always be sleeping?! Why, o why did I have to bump into her?! Especially when I'm in swimwear and that I won't be able to hide my boner. It was easy last week in the lift when she was wearing her cheerleading outfit. But now?! How am I going to do that!?

For a brief moment, my eyes get captured by the strong and regular cadence of her stroke. Yeah, even if I didn't know that she cheered, it's obvious that she's athletic. I can see it in her muscles. Firm and well-drawn. Elena never worked out. I wonder how they would feel under my touch. If I let my fingers roam her body, would I be met with a mix of softeners and firmness, or …

Get the fuck out of here, Grey! Literally and figuratively! I start to back up, thinking that I could come back in a couple of hours and be sure that she left before swimming my obvious sexual frustration away. But just as I start to back away, her head emerges from the water and she looks at me with a fucking smile that would make any man melt. Then she goes back underwater and I have no choice but to follow suit. If I leave now, she's going to think that I only came to creep on her.

I swim on the other end of the pool, doing my best to not think of the half-naked sex bomb next to me and focussing on my swim and nothing else. One, two, breathe. One, two, breathe. And this goes on for the next hour and a half. Until I am completely spent I know I will spend a good night's sleep, no matter what. When I get out of the pool, she's already gone, but not for long. I have a quick rinse and put on my gym clothes before going back in the lift to get back home, and of course, she's waiting for the lift.

She smiles at me, before eyeing me head to toe and looking at the doors of the elevators, willing them to open. So I stand by her side, ignoring how seeing her still kind of wet and knowing that under her hoodie and sweatpants she has nothing but her bikini makes me want to do a whole other kind of sports and I try to make some light conversation,

"You have quite a cardio on you, Miss Steele."

She grimaces as if I just insulted her and gets in the elevator, glancing at my pants as I do the same and she corrects me, "Ew, no. Call me Ana. And I've always liked swimming. It has always been a … soothing and solitary experience. A way to escape the world for a little while and be lost within myself."

Well, I don't know what to say to that. And given the frown on her face, I don't think she planned to say any of that. Or at least not like that. But then she turns and jokes, "Plus cold water gives you great skin."

"So nothing to do about the health benefits of swimming."

"There are other kinds of cardio much more pleasurable and much less lonely, Mr Grey. Or is swimming the only kind of cardio you partake in?"

"I don't know, Miss Steele. Do you really see me performing a whole routine in a cheerleading outfit?" I retort because if I don't make a joke, I'll end up saying something that will land me in jail. Especially when it feels that all the cardio I just did is nothing compared to the new kind of cardio I want to do with her.

"Ana," she insists once again. But anything she could want to add dies in her delectable mouth as we reach our floor. We get out of the lift and she waves me goodnight, letting me know with a wink,

"Well, nighty night, Mr Grey. Maybe I'll see you again next week. We could even make those Friday nights our secret little dates."

I watch her go to her room, my eyes lingering on her ass as I think that I definitely wouldn't mind turning those 'dates' into something more. I would definitely leave her breathless but satisfied … before heading off to jail. Get it together, Grey!

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Ana's PoV

I don't look back after wishing goodnight to Mr Grey, mostly because now that I rethink about the conversation we just had, I totally see the double meaning of my sentence. I really didn't mean it as anything more than swimming can be something quite solitary and that it's always more fun when other people are involved. But then again, so is sex. But thank God he turned the thing into a joke. Well, Mr Grey isn't such a Scrooge after all. Which isn't good for me.

The guy is funny and handsome and he looks after himself. The next thing I'll learn, he's going to be all about equal pay, and I'll melt on the spot. I mean … I have eyes. And needs, and since no one caught my eyes at school, well, last week, after seeing him in the elevator with his sleeves up and his jeans … I might have enjoyed some solo cardio wishing he would make it a duet. I mean, a fantasy never hurt anybody. I can fantasise about the man, right? It's not like he'll ever know and it's not like I would ever act on it …

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Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed

💚 Well, it seems that both parties have fantasies ... now let's see how those will play out ... if they do ...

💚 How long do you think they will turn around each other before one makes the first move? And who will?

💚 Now, The whole backstory of Christian's past is revisited. No adoption, no BDSM, Elena is the same age as him. And Grace is the lawyer and Carrick the doctor. Reasons. Also, Christian is much more open to relationships in this story, and even his siblings have a whole different backstory ... Next Chapter ... Jose comes into play ...

💚 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 💚💚💚