Ga and 50 Shades don't belong to me
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Derek is the CEO of a neuroscience firm
Meredith is a literature student who lives in a shared apartment with Cristina who does medicine
Mpov
I'm hurrying and nervously preparing, today I'm going to interview some of America's biggest neuroscience bosses, because my best friend and roommate Cristina Yang suffers from the flu. She is studying medicine to become a cardio-surgeon, but participates in a newspaper for the promotion of her class, her newspaper asked her to do this interview because Derek Shepherd boss of Shepherd Enterprise is one of the many donors to the medical school. Derek Shepherd refused interviews for a long time despite Cristina's repeated requests, and then finally gave in.
I go into the living room, Cristina is lying on the sofa she is hidden under blankets she looks really sick, multiple handkerchiefs litter the floor, Cristina is very pale.
-Cristina, it's a bad idea, you need me, I can't leave you alone.
-I need you to do this interview, that's how you're going to help me, is that clear? She says in a weak voice from the flu, but her tone of voice is relentless. Cristina really has an iron will.
-Okay. Take good care of yourself.
-Promised
I sigh, tie my hair, put on my coat, and leave our Seattle home.
I grew up in Seattle until I was 5 and then my mom moved us to Boston. I lived there a complicated adolescence as said, I was in revolt against everything, I dyed my hair pink, I dress in black, I argue with my mother regularly. I fell in love with tequila, lost my completely drunk virginity in the backseat of a car with a guy who had no idea what he was doing which made me discover my second love of sex. So much sex, too much sex, because it was my way to be free, to take pleasure in not thinking, I loved sex. It was also a form of revolt against my mother. I am speaking in the past tense because those days are over since my mother's illness broke out 5 years ago. Alzheimer's.
It was like a big slap. Suddenly I was no longer just a young girl in rebellion, but a young girl who has a responsibility for a person who no longer manages herself, but also a young girl even more angry with the whole world. I stopped my rebellion phase, I decided to follow my mother to Seattle. She lives in a nursing home. I decided to move into my childhood home, start studying literature that I have always dreamed of and then I met Cristina and offered to live with me. Our friendship was immediate, but she's not like the others, we don't hug each other, we understand each other, that's all, she's the only one to know about my mother. I'm single, I have a very intense relationship with tequila and a few one night stands with anonymous men picked up from Joe's bar next to my house. They do me good, I sleep with less men than during my rebellion phase. Some are better than others, but none of them really fully satisfy me with them, I drown my anger and fill my need for affection.
I park in the parking lot, I see a big sign "Shepherd Entreprise". The building is huge, very imposing, which intimidates me a bit. I take my bag which contains my notes for the interview, I look at a photo of Derek Shepherd. Square jaw, dark hair, blue eyes, this man is very attractive, it seems he is the most prominent bachelor in Seattle, he is very discreet, he has never appeared accompanied. I take a deep breath, get out of the car and walk into the building. The hall of the building is very cold and very modern nothing protrudes. I turn to the secretariat who tells me to go to the 10th floor. In the elevator, my nervousness increases, Cristina gave me written questions, I just have to follow them, but I remain nervous, he is the richest man of his generation probably the man richer than I will meet in my life, I have the right to be nervous. I get out of the elevator and immediately see an army of identical assistants: young, sublime. I immediately feel ashamed me simple blonde with jeans. One of the girls walks up to me.
-You have an appointment ?
-Yes, I have to interview for the medical school journal Mr. Shepherd.
-Your name is Cristina Yang.
-No, I am her roommate Cristina Yang is ill, I am replacing her. I am Meredith Gray.
- Very well, I will warn Mr. Shepherd. You can take off your coat and sit down.
I do, I sit down near Mr. Shepherd's desk. A few minutes pass in complete silence. I read Cristina's questions, they seem quite simple to me. I prepare my dictaphone for recording. As soon as I finished, the assistant who greeted me asked me to get up and opened the door for me.
He is there in his office in front of me near the door. I am speechless, I am paralyzed by his intense blue gaze. He also seems a little taken aback. He is so beautiful, his hair is so sexy and hot. I would like to slide my fingers… Stop resumes, you order my conscience to me. I close my mouth and look down. His assistant takes over introduces me and then leaves me to my fate. I order my body to calm down then go back to his office.
-Hello Miss Gray. I'm sorry Miss Yang is in pain.
I don't know why, but his words seem false to me like he is lying.
Dpov
-Hello Mr. Shepherd.
I can't suppress a thrill of pleasure, her mouth looks so insolent a word like "Sir" in her mouth is a deep pleasure for a dominant like me. I haven't forgotten the way he looked down in the entrance to my office, intimidated by me. You are right my little one. Let's have fun.
This interview, which a few hours ago still gave me deep boredom, takes an interesting turn.
I sit next to my desk and she sits across from me. She looks scared as if on the verge of running away. No, no my little one. This little blonde is very beautiful and above all very horny. She looks very submissive. A delight. Calm, you remind me of my inner monster. Questions that I have answered 100 times. I give her my usual speech, the brain is the most important and mysterious organ in the human body, we learn about it every day and millions of people suffering from diseases such as Alzheimer's and many others need of people like me to invest in neuroscience.
-You are also investing heavily in rehabilitation centers and in helping former drug addicts with children, why? And also in NGOs which fight against hunger, by philanthropy? What links with neurosciences?
I am enraged immediately. I never bring up this subject ever. Another girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth immediately drops in my esteem.
-Miss Gray, drugs destroy neurons and cause irreparable damage to people. The brain has made them addicted to products that are very dangerous for themselves and their families. I invest in neuroscience to help them too. And Miss Gray, you can't eat money, I try to do what I can so that people can live healthy lives and get out of poverty.
I spoke in a brutal dry voice without appeal as to punish her. I look at her harshly.
Immediately her pretty face is filled with guilt and she loses her means. She stammers, blushes. She looks at me, she seems to despair. I feel a hint of guilt.
-Very well. What do you do to relax?
She understood that I was furious and did not continue with her questions. It makes me strangely happy. I start to think seriously about his question. I go boating, I fuck, I train little girls like this Miss Gray, I do combat sports. I answer her by omitting two of my favorite pastimes. Then I start asking her questions, I want to know more about her. She is embarrassed, she nibbles her lip. This mouth, I knew it was insolent, but there ... Damn, I'm hard. I move in my chair to calm down for a few seconds. She looks at her notes again.
- Mr. Shepherd are you gay?
Can I spank her and then fuck her hard that will answer her question? I am shocked and amused by her question. This question my family has not dared to ask me for several years, it makes me laugh.
She is red with shame.
-I'm sorry, Monsieur wrote himself here.
-No, I'm not gay Miss Gray.
She looks at me ashamed, her eyes lowered. It turns me on, I allow myself to imagine her kneeling naked in panties in front of me in my refuge begging the master I am sorry for her question.
My pants are bound to burst. Resist screams my inner monster.I look her I was wrong she is not an girl born with silver spoon.
She decides the interview is over. No doubt to escape. I decide to take her home on the surprised look of my assistants. She asks me if I could participate in a photo shoot for the cover of the newspaper. Normally I would have refused, but I want to see her again at all costs so I accept. We make an appointment in a few days to take this photo. She really wants to leave, she walks away from me. I put her coat back on her and accidentally touch the back of her neck she shivers. I feel it as a personal victory. I trouble her! She runs away in the elevator then she looks me in the eye, I look at her too.
-Derek
-Meredith
The doors close and suddenly I feel lonely. My name in his mouth seems foreign to me. Get back to yourself screams my inner monster.
I need to know everything about this girl, once at my desk, I call Welsh.
-Hello Mr. Shepherd
-I need you to do some personality research for me.