*Oh my goodness guys! I am so happy by how much you all responded to my first chapter. So, as my thank you, here is the next chapter. As promised it will be from Christian's view point. Basically it's the first chapter but CPOV. So, to my wonderful readers, here you go! *
Fuck, Shit, Mother Fucking BITCH! "Andrea, Get the rep from SIP. In here, NOW!" I yelled from outside my door, slamming it shut before I could hear her respond. Why can't my fucking employees do their fucking job! I give this fucking man one job, and he can't do it!
I walked over to the large window and looked out at the skyline of Seattle. I am only 28, and the owner of GEH. I have held onto this company for 10 years now, starting it when I was 18. Most people thought I would fail, but I proved them wrong. I am a billionaire in my own right. Self-made, with not much help. About a year ago, my right hand woman, Ros, believed it was time for me to buy a publishing house. At first we were making a lot of money, but once their hired Jack Fucking Hyde, we started losing money, and losing employees. Being the on hands CEO that I am, I just had to get to the bottom of things when his assistant left after 3 days.
I sat down in my chair as a knock sounded. "Get in here." I shouted. A small and pudgy woman came in. Her black hair lifted in a bun.
"S-sir, you asked to see me?" She kept her eyes on the ground.
"Yes, Amanda, take a seat. We need to talk about SIP." She sat across from me, still looking at the ground.
"Y-yes Sir. What is it you need to know." She played with his fingers. She finally looked up at me, and I just about watched her eyes come popping out of her head.
"Yes, I get it, I am good looking. Now, let's move on and get to the fucking problem. Why can't Mr. Hyde keep any employees for more than a week?" I stared her down.
"I-I don't know, Sir. He says it's because they are not a good fit for SIP." She looked back down, and whispered. "He won't really talk to me, Sir." I groan in frustration.
"Must I do everything? I swear, none of you can do your fucking job!" I shouted. "Now get out. Go back to work." She nodded and left my office without a word. I came behind her and looked out at Andrea. "Andrea, cancel all my other meetings for today. I need to make a surprise visit to SIP." She nodded and started her work. I picked up my phone and dialed Taylor's number.
"Sir?" He answered on the first ring.
"Taylor, I need to head to SIP. Please bring the car around."
"Right away, Sir." I knew I hired him for a reason. At least he can do his job.
SIP happened to be in the heart of the 'reading district' or so Ros said. I was more put off by how not welcoming the building looked from the outside. I stepped out of the car, looking down at my blackberry as I walked towards the entrance. Elena wanted to meet…Again. Yes, I may have fucked her fifty shades of Sunday, but that didn't mean I had any intention of fucking her again. She was too fake, and too blonde for my liking. I was just about to turn the corner when I felt a small body collide with mine. The few folders I held in my hands fell to the ground. I quickly bent down to help pick her things up and mine.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" The girl voiced. My body quickly came to attention just by the sound of her voice. Odd….
"Oh, that's alright, Miss." I said as I gathered the rest of my folders. I looked up at her just as she looked at me. Her eyes were the perfect shade of blue. Like the ocean…. Jesus, Grey. We stopped for a minute. No doubt she was looking into my eyes. Her eyes seemed to break down part of my wall, I felt this desire to take her home with me and marry her on the spot.
Jesus fucking Christ! Grey, pull yourself together.
I reached for her arm and pulled her up with me, our bodies only inches apart. "I hope you are alright, Miss." I said, smiling at her.
"Yes, I am fine… I hope you are too. I didn't mean to bump into you. I just finished a meeting, and was going to call a friend of mine…and now I am rambling…Sorry, I am Anastasia Steele." She held her hand out as I laughed. I took hers in mine. It was strange. Her hand felt small in mine, but I could feel the energy between our hands dance together.
"Christian." I said my name. What was the point of saying my last name? I didn't want to scare her off, and quite frankly, sometimes I enjoy just being 'Christian' and not 'CEO Christian Grey'. I held onto her hand a bit longer than I really needed to. I dropped it, and felt the desire to pick it back up again and never let it go. What in the actual fuck?
"I wish we could continue this conversation, but I must be going…Have a wonderful rest of your day. Anastasia." I watched her as I walked away. It looked almost as if her brain didn't work anymore. I smirked to myself as I walked into SIP. Giving her one last glance as she slipped into a death cab of a car. I shook my head and closed the door behind me.
"Mr. Grey. We didn't know you were coming in today." The redhead looked up at me, her face flushed. She quickly shook her hair out, and undid the top button of her shirt, trying to show off what little chest she had. I groaned again.
"Don't be inappropriate, Hannah. You are not my type. Now, direct me towards Jack Hyde." I snapped. Sure, I may have been a bit mean, but fuck it. I am your boss. Quit trying to throw yourself at me.
"Yes, Sir. Right this way, Sir." She stood up from her desk, clipping her hair back in place and took me down the hall to a small office. I laughed a little on the inside. "Sir, Mr. Grey is here to see you." Jack looked up from his paper and stood up quickly, holding his hand out.
"Mr. Grey. We were not expecting you." I looked at his hand, and sat down in the chair across from him. Not bothering to shake the hand of the man loosing me money. "Ah…. Hannah, you may go. Please take messages. No one shall reach me as long as Mr. Grey is here." Hannah left, closing the door behind her. "So, Mr. Grey. What can I help you with?" The fucker sat down in his chair.
"I would like to know why you can't seem to keep a personal assistant for more than a week." I crossed my right leg over the other. He shifted in his seat.
"Ah, well, the last few women just did not seem to fit in here. Here at SIP, we run like a family. If you cannot understand that, then this is not the place for you." He picked up one resume. "Here is the new hire." He handed me the paper. I looked down and laughed a little.
Anastasia Steele….I will be goddamned. I looked back up at Jack, who had a smug look on his face. "I think she will be perfect here." He took the paper back.
"Yes, well. I will be here first thing on Monday to have an interview with Miss. Steele." Jack was about to speak up in protest but I held my hand up. "I know this goes out of how I normally run things, but SIP is losing money, and I intend to get to the bottom of it. I will be here on Monday." I stood up and left. Leaving a very pissed off looking Jack.
"To the office, Taylor." I said as I slipped into the car and called Welsh.
"Sir?" He answered on the first ring. It seems that my personal staff are the only ones who can ever do their job.
"I need a full background check on Anastasia Steele. She is a new employee at SIP." I snapped.
"Yes, Right away, Sir." He hung up the phone. This was going to be a long day.
When I got back to GEH, I rushed up to my office, not bothering to even glance at my other employees as they welcomed me. I pulled up my mail box on my large computer and was greeted with the email I was waiting for. I pulled the document up and read what I needed to know.
Anastasia Rose Steele
Age: 22
College: WSU, Graduated with Honors, Valedictorian, Major: English Literature
Mother: Carla Wilks
Father: Frank Lambert (Deceased)
Step-Father: Raymond Steele
Siblings: None
Roommate: Katherine Kavanagh
Significant other: None
Children: None
Health: No issue
Job: Personal Assistant to Jack Hyde, SIP.
It was short, but a bit informative. I wonder why Welsh couldn't find anything else. This was hardly a paragraph, normally my back ground checks come up with pages of useless information. Oh well. I looked at the clock, it was only 2pm and yet I felt as though the day was over. I continued doing paper work and getting ready for my impending trip to London. With Anastasia's blue eyes haunting me….
After work I made my way to Escalva. The solon I owned with Elena, my mother's friend, and occasional fuck. I stepped inside, where I was overcome with the smell of bleach and nail polish.
"Christian, Darling…." The peroxide blonde kissed my cheek. I recoiled a little with a smirk.
"Elena…" I sighed. "You know that I am a very busy man. I cannot answer every phone call, text, or email. I am sorry, but when I need you, I will contact you. In the meantime, please just focus on running this sinking ship. You have lost me 50,000 dollars this last month. If you lose me any more money, I will have to pull out my backing." I crossed my arms over my chest. She smirked.
"Oh Christian. You seem to enjoy having control over money. Do not over extend that. I am much older than you, and have many more connections." She flashed her too bright smile. I rolled my eyes.
"Don't lose more money." I turned to walk back out when she placed her hand on my arm and moved closer to me.
"Christian. Might I come by Escala tonight? You look like you have had a hard day. I think I could make it better." She moved to bring her hand to my chest. I quickly grabbed her hand to stop her, dropping it back to her side. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Once again, seeing those large blue eyes.
"No, Elena. Not this evening." I said and left. I heard her call after me, but I just kept walking down the street, not really knowing where I was going. That's when I spotted her.
Anastasia….
She walked into a club, followed by some blonde girl, I could only assume it was Miss. Kavanagh. I thought for a minute. I could go into that club, get shot down by Miss. Steele, and pick up some floozy to bring back up and take out my frustration on. Or, I could go home, and think of Anastasia all night. God, why won't this woman leave my thoughts? I could have any woman in the tri-state area. Why her, why do I suddenly only want her…
"Fuck…" I muttered to myself as I walked into the bar/club. Taylor close behind me. "Go have a drink, old man. You deserve one." Taylor smiled.
"Thank you, Sir." He wondered over to the bar.
I looked around, trying to spot her. When I did, I felt my breathing stop for just a second. Miss. Kavanagh just bounced away to go dance, leaving Miss. Steele alone. I wanted to yell, but it wasn't my place.
Not yet, anyway….
I watched her walk to the bar. She was still in the clothes she wore to her interview, but her hair was down… She was breathtaking. I take another breath and made my way over to the bar.
"My, my my…. Anastasia Steele. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." It was true. She was beautiful.
" Christian. What a pleasure it is to see you here." You have no idea, baby.
"May I buy you a drink?" I held out my hand to get the bartender to come over. I told him to get the lady another Cosmos, and to grab me a beer. If anything were to happen between us tonight, I wanted to remember every second.
"Sure, I don't see why not?" She giggled. My ear's perked up at the sound of her giggle. It was strange how my body responded to her. I grabbed our drinks and ushered her to a back table, that way I could devote myself to her, and her alone. She sat down in the small booth, I placed our drinks down and sat down beside her. I could feel the tension growing between us, much like the large budge in my pants.
"So…" I pushed her drink towards her. "What brings you here tonight?" I glance at the filled dancefloor before looking back at the goddess before me.
"Uh, well, you see that girl?" She pointed to the blonde who was dancing like a wild animal. I squinted to see who she was dancing with…. Goddamn… Kate was dancing with my fucking brother. "That is my best friend, and roommate Kate. I had this huge job interview today, and I got a job. So, she wanted to take me out for drinks. Although, not five minutes after we got here she left to go find some guy to dance with. Leaving me alone. Again. What about you, why are you here?" I looked away from the two horn dogs who could be having sex on the dancefloor if their tried hard enough and looked back at Anastasia.
"I saw you walk in, and I wanted to see you again." I sipped my beer and heard her scoff.
"That's quite romantic, Christian. Stalking looks good on you." I laughed loudly, listening to her wonderful laugh as well. Stalking… If only she knew….
"I wasn't stalking you, Miss. Steele. It was mere fate that I saw you walk in here. I had some time to kill, and I figured, why not see that amazingly beautiful girl from this afternoon." Again, not a lie. She is the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on. I am still amazed that she is giving a fuck up like me the chance to have a drink with her. Now… When am I going to tell her that I own the company she now works for? I heard her scoff and watched her look down. "What? Did I offend you?" Great, just fucking perfect. We are only having drinks, and I already fucked it up.
"No…It's just…. You called me beautiful…" She sipped her drink. "I mean, look at me.." So, I did. Her hair was the perfect chestnut brown. Her eyes were too big pools of blue that look right into my soul. Her nose was turned up a little, in the cutest way. Her lips look plump, and kissable. Her hair fell on her perfect and perky breasts, and he legs went on forever. In short, she was stunning.
"I am." She blushed a bright red, and it made me smile. This girl needs to see how beautiful she is, and I am going to show it to her. I grabbed her by the hand as I finished off my beer. "Let's dance." I let her finish off her drink before pulling her towards the crowded dancefloor. Kate and Elliot are nowhere to be seen, I smirk at the thought of what he could be up to right about now, but then I am pulled from my thoughts as the woman in front of me swayed her hips against me in the rhythm of the music. My hands traveled down her body and found my way to her hips, I gripped them tightly and danced with her. With ever hip move I could feel my dick twitch with excitement. I nuzzled my nose into her hair. She smelled like honey. "Let's get out of here…" I whispered as I placed a kiss right under her ear. I could feel her tense for a second before she nodded.
"Okay" YES! I gave myself an internal high five as I led us back to the table. My hand pressed on the lower end of her back, but my hand twitched, begging to be grabbing her perfect ass. She grabbed her purse and smiled at me. I could see she was nervous, but I was about to take all of that away. I took her hand in mine and led her outside. It was cool out, and I could see her skin prickle a little at the cold, so I removed my jacket and placed it on her.
"Thank you." She whispered. I nodded and started leading her down the street to where Taylor was standing with the car.
Just as we reached the car I heard a voice that was like a bucket of cold water being poured directly onto my dick.
"Hello Christian." Ana and I turn around. I grip her hand tightly.
Oh, Fuck….
*And there it is! This is the longest chapter I have ever written. I hope I did alright here. I loved writing for Christian more than I thought I would. Who do you think it was to cause such a reaction out of Christian? I am so amazing at the amount of support coming in from you guys! Thank you so much! Okay so, I plan on alternating POV's. But it will not be like this chapter. This one was Chapter One from Christian's POV, which I thought was important. The rest will not be. There may be flash backs, but not a complete retelling. If there is ever a chapter you want to see from someone's POV, let me know! I want to make you all happy! Remember to favorite and review! Thanks guys! You all motivate me to write! Tata for now! Xoxo*