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Christian

Finding parking is a pain in the ass. I'm about to tell Elliot to fuck off and turn this car around. This is fucken ridiculous.

"Elliot, do you see any fucken parking?" I'm annoyed as I'm looking around, while I'm driving as slow as a fucken snail, due to the traffic. This is stupid. I should've agreed with Taylor to drive us. But no, fucken Elliot wanted me to take the fucken R8.

"Yeah, there's one right there." He says pointing to an empty space behind a Honda Civic.

Turning off the ignition. I turn to my right to see Elliot, who's wearing a sly smile as he eyes the car in front of us. What the fuck is that about?

Stepping out of the car I can see the line of people who are waiting to get inside wraps around the corner. It must be a full house if the line is that long, I say to myself. Turning my head to the side, I can see Taylor walking behind us while muttering something under his breath.

Taylor is a man who takes his job very serious. Not because I'm the one who pays him, but simply put he is responsible for my safety. He, being ex military as well as Sawyer, have that engraved in there mind. And I respect that.

So when I told Taylor about my change of plans for tonight, he went on about protocol. He hates when situations spring up on him, but he still does what he needs to do, to have control of the situation. That is why he's been my CPO for the past eight years. The man is good at his fucken job.

Forgoing the line, Eliot and I walk towards the security guard who grants us permission, when he recognizes our faces. Or more like mine. Fucken asshole!

You can immediately feel the electric vibe in the club, once you walk in. People among people dancing on the dance floor or chatting in the lounging area.

Walking to the bar Elliot and I order two beers.

"Do you see them?" I ask, holding my beer in hand, while turning around to face the dance floor.

"Nope, but I know they're here." He says taking a drink of his beer.

Looking around I spot Taylor standing close by where he can interfere if a situation shall arise, but still far enough where he can blend in with the crowd.

Six bottles later and still no sign of the girls, I'm about to tell Elliot I'm leaving, when I hear a voice behind me.

"Christian?" My eyes widen, when I recognize her voice.

Turning around I'm met with a pretty brunette. She's about 5'6 in height, with long lean legs. Pretty face, which is layered with make-up. Her eyes the shape of almonds, green in color.

Elliot's eyebrows quirk curiously as he hears her call my name. He wisely decides not to turn around, he might be curious, but he's not stupid. He can tell I don't what this woman near me, and he's right to assume.

Rebecca Vine, is a gossip columnist who works for a Seattle gossip rag, who puts herself in line of fire with celebrities, not caring if the men are married or not, just to get a story. Unfortunately, I fell in her fucken trap.

Six months ago, I mentioned to Taylor I wanted to see a club I was interested in buying. Unfortunately, he couldn't accompany me, due to his 10 year old daughter becoming ill. So he arranged for Sawyer to accompany me, which he did. At the time the name of the club was The Safe not The Vault.

As I was sitting on one of the barstools, she approached me. We had a conversation that was no more than three minutes long, while she waited for her drink.

Before she walked back to the dance floor, she asked if I would like to join her. I kindly declined her offer, and told her I was only here to get a feel of the environment and atmosphere. She nodded and smiled as she turned to walk away.

I couldn't help but watch as she danced. It was as if she was putting on a special show just for me, and fuck if I didn't cave in.

Before I knew it I had her faced against the wall, fucking her a few feet away from the dumpster in the alley behind the club. Calling Sawyer after I was done, I told him to bring one of the extra NDA's we carry in the glove compartment, with him when i mentioned my whereabouts.

Ms. Vine kept talking about how this would make her career, having been fucked by 'The Christian Grey, when everyone thought he was gay.' I was beyond furious. Apparently she knew who the fuck I was, when I had no fucken clue who she was.

Fifteen minutes later, and a little bit of persuasion from Sawyer when he threatened her career, she signed the NDA forms.

I was more upset with myself than I was with her. I shouldn't have done what I did. I should've known better, but after four months of not having a submissive, I needed a release, and fuck if it wasn't what I needed.

"Ms. Vine." I say snapping back my focus on the woman standing in front of me.

"It's been a while." She says flirtatiously as her eyes roam my body until they stop at my crotch, while licking her lips.

"Not long enough." I deadpan. I can already see Taylor closing in on us, while my hands are clenching my beer bottle's neck.

Standing between us, he lowers his mouth to whispers something in her ear, no doubt about the NDA she signed. I step to the side of Taylor when he straightens himself up, right in time to see her blanch and scurry away.

"Thank you Taylor."

"No problem Sir." He says turning around while muttering once again under his breath.

Turning back to face the bar, I glance at Elliot, who looks at me curiously. I know he wants to ask questions, but chooses wisely not to. He knows I like my privacy.

"She's a long story." I realize what I've said, before I could stop.

"I have plenty of those." He laughs as he places his hand on my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze, "The stories I could tell you, Bro. Would have you hard for a week." He shakes his head playfully and I can't help laugh along.

Elliot is known around Seattle for fucking random women without regards to their feelings. He's not a bad looking fucker, he just doesn't want to settle down with a woman who agrees to get fucked on the first date.

"Fuck off Elliot."

"You're just jealous little bro." Quirking his eyebrow, willing for me to challenge him, but I know his game. If I challenge him, he'll only try to get info out of me, and that is not fucken happening. He doesn't need to have his mind tainted by my extracurricular activities. So instead I bit my cheek and shake my head.

"Whatever Christian. You know you would love to fuck all the sweet pus..." He's interrupted by his phone alerting him of an incoming text message. Picking it up off the bar table he smiles, when he sees who it's from.

Rolling my eyes I turn my attention back to the dance floor. Hoping my gaze falls on Ana, but to my disappointment, no such luck.

"Come on bro." Elliot shoves my shoulder for me walk with him, which I do. Turning my head around, to make sure Taylor walking behind us. And sure enough, he is following us at a distance.

Passing by the bar we head towards the lounging area where, according to Elliot, the girls are seated. Spotting their table, we notice Kate is by her self. Where the fuck is Ana?

"Hi baby." Elliot says hugging Kate and giving her a kiss on the lips.

"Hi Christian." Kate greets me after she's composed herself a bit.

"Kate." I nod, taking a drink of my beer and sit on the end of the open booth.

"Babe, I thought you said Ana was here?" Elliot asks as he's taken a seat beside her. Thank you Elliot, my thoughts exactly.

"She is. She had to use the restroom." She says as she sits on my brothers lap. Taking another drink of my beer, my eyes turn in the direction of the restrooms, hoping I can spot Ana before she spots me.

And just like that I see her.

Fuck me!