Fantasia is unquestionably living up to its rough reputation tonight and we've haven't walked through the doors yet. From a distance I see their nightly drama; a drunk kid, must be about twenty is being thrown out while some security direct the law enforcement to a few more young adults inside the club. When we pull up, we all exist the car and Elliot hands the keys over to the velvet. The line is crazy, stretching around the corner of the block, filled with sex hungry young adults anxious to gain entry. All the men dressed as if they are in a college frat party, but the women, every single female on this line hardly has an ounce of clothing on. Skirts that stop right at where I want to begin, tight dresses that make me question if they can breathe at all, or is air going straight to their brain. Boots, and heels like skyscrapers enhancing every little pixie into a top model. Then suddenly the thought never crossed my mind until now. Mia. Oh little sister, how could I forsaken you? I don't remember Mia, not at all, when I first saw her today I neglected what she was wearing. I quickly glance at Mia's outfit and suppress the urge to take my blazer off and drape if over her. Fishnet, a fucking fishnet shirt, evidently very visible to a crop top sparkling bra, and a black leather skirt stopping where every other man wants to begin and I just stood paralyzed. How is it she left our parents' home with this get up? Even if everyone said it was fine, I absolutely would have made her change. 'How the fuck did you do it Mia? How come I don't remember this whore-riffic absurd outfit?'
I close my eyes for a quick second and instantly I find the answer, but I become even more irritated because it was so obvious. Mia was wearing a black trench coat the entire time today and must have just taken it off in the car. I exhale and chuckle a little to myself. That sneaky devil got away with wearing a trench coat in the beginning of summer. I decide against embarrassing my little sister here, instead I'll give her an uncomfortable speech for the both of us tomorrow morning while we are recovering from the hang over that I know we will all have, knowing us.
Right at the door, I head in first handing one very large bouncer a few very large bills as discreetly as possible. Mia is behind me, then in the middle when Elliot comes in by her side. She drapes her arms over both of our necks and we all walk toward our regular booth. By the time we sit a male shirtless host is taking our drink order, Mia is without a doubt raping him with her eyes but he is returning the look with a flirtatious one to Elliot. I try not to allow myself to laugh in both of their faces and manage to order German beer, the host walks away with a little switch in his step. Mia rolls her eyes and curses all men to hell while Elliot and I exchange laughs.
The music is really going, and the lights are about to give me a seizure, but in quick enough time, the host comes back with our drink order and Mia places a bill in his waist band. The urge to vomit at this point sounds delightful however, so does chugging my beer. Right after I order a Chardonnay to celebrate Mia's return home. The host comes back once more with it chilled on ice with sparkling candles, which resemble mini fireworks. Everyone who was in our radius cheered while we toasted to Mia. We drank, and they it became a contest between Mia and Elliot with shots. The last round included shots on fire and Mia chickened out, leaving Elliot with the honor of being king of drinks. "DAMN! I see an old flame out on the dance floor. Yup a delicious little birdie that already had a taste of this worm." Elliot slurs to me and Mia gesturing to a blonde on the dance floor. Kaghnavaugh. My eyes narrow, I do business with her father, we get along great, he brings me great business, but his daughter, we just have a healthy rivalry for good reason.
"EW!" Mia exclaims, he didn't pay much detail into his wording, simply he could have said 'oh an ex that I fucked.' that would have sufficed.
"I'm going to head on over." Elliot says as he gets up and jogs to the dance floor. Mia sighs and tell me she is going to the bar in the far left corner. I take advantage to walk to the Men's room. I had a great deal to drink in general today, it is definitely time for me to start my pre-hangover game plan, but first bathroom. I head into a very large night lounge more than a restroom. A large chocolate leather couch sits in a foyer area before you get to the stalls. There are dim lanterns hanging on the wall giving the room a gold tint, and large mirrors hang in every corner. I go to the sink to wash my hands before entering a stall. Despite how packed Fantasia is tonight it would seem like I am the only one here. While I am washing my hands I feel the liquor in my system too well. My eyes seem to bend out of focus, seeing a little bit fuzzy. I focused on the faucet pouring out cool water but even cooler hands touch the back of my neck. I squint in the mirror, right behind me is the last person I least expected to see.
"Leila," I say closing off the running water. "What are you doing here?" I am beyond furious but I do not want to cause a scene it is already bad enough she is in the Men's bathroom. How long has it been? I thought she was banish, I sent her to LA to learn the art trade. She has no family no job but she wanted to peruse her dreams so I nudged her into jumping head first into the industry she had so much passion for. I thought she would have moved on to the hottest millionaire by now, attached at the hip just to get ahead in spite of me.
"I got your email, and I have to say I was in tears, joyous tears when I read it." She turns me around and loops both of her arms around my neck, then she jumps up and wraps both of her legs around me. I stumble backwards and hit the wall with my back but she is still around me holding on tight. "I just knew one day you were going to ask me to manage GEH's interior plans in this district. Thank you for making me the new creations director in this market. It's the perfect way to say you miss me." And before you know it her lips are on mine harsh movements push their way to try to manipulate my non responsive face. I feel numb. Surreal reality. I gathered strength and took control of the situation fast.
"Leila," I started, I unwrapped her legs and placed her down on the ground; her heels clicked against the beige marble swirls floor. "We need to talk outside." She corked her head to one side and smiled then agreed to follow me out. We leave the Men's room and a drunk college kid is sloppily attempting to give me a high five while congratulating me for having a quick-E with Leila, or to what it would seem. I bring her past the crowed first floor and take the stairs to the balcony. I look behind me and she is following close. The crowd thickens at the top where the balcony is. I gently push past the bustle and head for the middle of the roof. I must admit, it is quite a view. The roof is quite yet full of many whispers from couples chatting and making out. But Seattle is beautiful right now and the air is crisps and clear and the city below and far out stretches with busy lights and slow motion people. This is a great moment.
Something caught my eye, I see a deep stain of red. I turn my head to stare at what diverted my attention. She is all legs and prefect ones at that, I can only see the side of her, and it is the most frustrating thing since I can tell she is attractive from far. Her back is out, and her pale skin is florescent underneath the moonlight. My cocks twitches just a tinge. For real this time, no one has turned me on in such a long time, not genuinely, not like this, just looks. I look at her classy feet. Wearing Louis Vuitton Red Bottoms eh? Yeah she is marvelous in exquisite things I already see. I can't see her face, she is bent over the railing looking down on the sleepy town. I wonder how she will do bent over or maybe those perfect legs split with my face in between.
"Christian! Christian PLEASE!" Leila, comes running out on to the roof. I had forgotten all about her to be honest. I was in the moment thinking about how beautiful the city is and this girl. She grabs my wrist with both of her hands and squeezes tightly. Her eyes are swollen and red she is crying uncontrollably. I am not sure what is going on, to be honest I am confused. She comes back into town on a word that I sent an email promoting her to be head of creations? Who would have done this? I cannot think straight, all I know is I have to get her out of here.
"Leila." I start. I furrow my brows together serious and square my shoulders. "Are you ready to go then?"
"Not until you prove it! Show me that you moved on!" She exclaims. Some people look up from their kissing and turn toward us, most others on the balcony mind their business and carry on with their actives. I grab her. I grab the perfect legs girl. Both of my hands on either side of her smooth face while I explore her mouth tongue and tongue getting to know each other eagerly wanting to devour her entire being with such a lovely scent she possess. I hear glass shatter and I break away from such a delicious kiss.
"I love her Leila, I have moved on." I say looking down at the molding of my blazer's button. I am a bit embarrassed, but that was a little bit ballsy to do even for me. Then again, I am Christian Fucking Grey for crying out loud. I do not regret it one bit.
"I will make sure you pay Grey!" She runs out the same way she came in and two moments she is gone. I will deal with her later but this Goddess. What am I to do with this Goddess? Her eyes are the color of the Greek Seas, how I am so weak for this beauty. I cannot even begin to phantom what I would do if she was mine. I am drooling in my mind, thinking of whips and pink colored skin, and red colored faces and deep loud moans. Oh the possibilities, I think she broke me, I stare explaining and apologizing for my rude behavior for not asking and stealing a kiss. My facial expression is blank, I give nothing away as I wait for her response.
"Oh, yeah it's completely fine, use me as a scape goat anytime." She is funny, I'll give her that. And did I mention gorgeous.
"Ana! There you are, we were looking all over for you." Kate appears in the doorway with Elliot. Wait…Christian?" Kate spots me and instantly I release perfect legs.
"Katherine, Elliot…" I say dryly.
"Hey Bro! We were just about to get out of here tagging along?"
"No, I have business to tend to need to find Leila, and figure out what is going on.
"Come, on Ana." I hear another guy shout. Who the fuck is that? Her Boyfriend?
"Nice knowing you, and your mouth." She smiles about to walk away.
"What's your full name, I should at least know that if I went for an Oscar winning kiss." I ask my Juno.
"Anastasia Steele." Beautiful. Fucking magnificent. Perfect legs has a perfect name, I love the way it rolls off my tongue. 'Oh I want you Anastasia Steele,..bad'
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