Chapter 2

Christian Trevelyan-Grey, a thirty-three-year-old playboy, also the family multi-millionaire, CEO to most of the richest and biggest Canadian cell phone and communication companies. Standing at six foot two, Copper just fucked hair, He had grey eyes that when he was laughing turned into clouds. He had a devilish smile, big hands with long fingers, something that if he pleasured a woman he could make her scream, and with his square cut jaw and when he smiled, he would ruin most girls hearts, as well as panties and he ruined Kate's wedding. He was the groom, I wanted to cut his throat right there at the hotel if he had been. It was his younger brother Elliot who had given him cold feet the day of the wedding. An hour before the ceremony and Christian was the only one who had been with him the day and night before. However, we found out after that Elliot was making a play for Kate all along.

As he got closer I backed up, in my silver beaded dress and makeup done. Oh hell, I was hot enough to chew him out. Jose, however, ran over to Christian and hugged him. God, I could be sick at his being there.

Mia looked at me and murmured, "He wanted to be here for Jose."

I rolled my eyes, this man knew people, influential people at that. Too many to name but Christian Grey was a heavyweight name. Hell, was he hot? Yes, too hot for me. Now I have been single for a year, twenty days, six hours, and...Ok, it's been longer. At least I am not a virgin anymore, haven't been since I was raped.

As Christian walked over to me, he said, "Hello Ana, how are you?"

Since I had my arms crossed over my stomach, knowing that he liked his woman skinny, it was obvious when I looked at his Facebook page to see what he was doing or whom he was doing, and it was a long line of blondes with toned bodies, nothing lasted long with him, in fact, I don't think he wanted me to be here. He moved in for a hug at which point I finally spoke, "Sorry, I don't kiss assholes anymore." He backed off and looked at me for a long moment. Christian had to know I was still feeling hurt after I had to pick up the pieces of Kate's broken heart.

He said, "I'm sorry I made you feel like that Ana. I am a man who made up my own mind, Elliot only provided alcohol for me that night." I couldn't believe he wasn't owning up to what he said when Kate had called Elliot and asked where Christian was. Only to hear that he wasn't coming, he wasn't sure, he had cold feet. Mind you, he was on speaker phone and he was slurring his words. I had to call him after he sent a bunch of texts saying he wasn't coming or at the least the groom wasn't. We could all tell that the both of them were drunk, and it had been easy enough to hear the strippers in the background. That was a bad day and night to remember.

Christian and I walked side by side, not touching, not talking to each other, just moving quickly enough to keep up to the newlyweds. Me in my silver gown, a beautiful A-line that held my boobs out nicely. It had pushed my girls together so you could not see the scar on my chest. My hair was done up in a bun and I had curled wisps of hair falling around my face just right. He was in his silver-grey suit, white shirt, striped navy blue and grey tie with black converse shoes. Not that I was looking but I did have my silver manlono blahnic's on and I was in pain. I was doing fine until Christian grabbed my arm, and pulled me close, he was wearing a sweet scented cologne that tickled my senses.

He looked down at me with his steely grey eyes and said, "You owe me a dance," He reminded of the night before, at the rehearsal dinner, when I promised him a dance.

"I don't owe you anything. You broke my sister's heart because of your actions and what you said." I retorted as he grabbed my hand and moved with me. I knew he could waltz and foxtrot but I could keep up with him, it was just a matter of what his heart felt like. He picked the tango, a good choice. As we moved together, a crowd of people surrounded us and watched, thinking we were some kind of act. I held my breath as he looked into my blue eyes.

"Ana, you hold a candle still in my heart," He murmured in my ear, his voice almost making me falter.

Oh god, don't do this, I thought. I don't do romance, I do sex. Straight up, to the point and nobody gets hurt, unless they want to, that is. As we moved I didn't talk to him or look at him until the last turn when he grabbed my waist and forced me to look at him. I tried to look away as he breathed down my neck whispering against the shell of my ear, "Ana, spend the night with me, I will make you feel better then you've ever felt before in your life."

I sighed, thinking that besides the reason I had come to Vegas, the wedding, I was here to get away. Also, I was looking to get laid, by anybody but him, now that I thought about it. I looked up and acquiesced quietly, "I will but only if you take me to breakfast tomorrow and call me pretty."

I was thinking he'd take it as a joke. He didn't.

"You got it!" He exclaimed before we both became aware of the crowd around us.

We looked up at the people applauding us with somewhat sheepish expressions. Some just wanted a picture but one girl wanted a quick lesson. Christian smiled and politely declined the request. Leaving the group behind, we walked towards Mia and Jose, who looked mesmerized by us. Meanwhile, I was trying to get over the fact that I was going to be spending the night with Christian Grey. I had been holding my breath the whole time we were dancing.

Why was I feeling scared? For my heart, but there was more. What if I fell for him? What if he fell for me? How will I pay for my dinner? Why did I dance with a man who broke my sister's, heart? All those questions were running through my mind but the most curious of all. How big is his dick?