Well Hello everybody! After not writing in over a year, I knew it was time to give you guys a little reading material! I've had a rough year, with a complete idiot during half of last year. But then the second half of last year was spent with my wonderful man- who became my fiance on Christmas Day! Here's to a happier Zoe- one who has changed her profile picture, personal statement and also her username! WOO!
Looking down at my thumbs... twiddling them. Again. Why do I always do that?! Despite my focus being on irritating parts of my personality, I could feel her eyes on me, her beautiful blue yes. I looked up and met my eyes with hers. I looked into them as though I could almost see her soul. But then I remembered there is a rather pressing matter I needed to discuss with her.
"Why didn't you tell me you're one of THE Grey's Phoebe?" Shit. Sarcasm. Martin you're such a cock. No the best move. Maybe I may have overstepped the mark here... oops. Well that's my life fucked. Why why why didn't I do a little more research? Probably because I was a little too far up my own arse during the summer ... shit.
"Martin. Do I really have to remind you, that I do not have to answer to you. I am your employer; you are the employee. Not the other way around. I pay you- a considerable amount per month I may also add- , and I am also letting you stay in MY home. Now I suggest that you change your attitude towards me about this, otherwise you and I are going to have some severe issues." Fuck I've done it now; I've heard she's got her father's temper... and my family know that all too well unfortunately. Her mother also has a temper... one I believe only Mr Grey has crossed himself.
Oh god Martin think of something THINK... "Sorry I overstepped the mark didn't I?" Well you douche of course you did, but lets just keep digging the grave whilst she's carving the stone shall we!
"Yes. To be honest, I have a mind to ring my father right now, so that he can talk to you personally. But seeing as we're visiting my family this weekend anyway, that is already sorted." she snaps. Oooh I like feisty Pheobe ... no Martin. BUSINESS... but we can still play right?
"Actually Martin, I have some work I need to do. Would you mind just going to see Melissa outside and she'll take you to your desk. See you at 1 for lunch." I figured it was best just to leave... the words that have come out of my mouth quite recently have made me a jackass.
The receptionist's - I think she's called Melissa- phone rang. She didn't even say hello. She must be able to see exactly who it is on her computer .. or something I don't know! to bring Martin up to meet my parents. Well this is going to be fun! Melissa put the phone down ans turned towards me.
"The Greys will see you now" I stood up from my all too comfy leather seat and walked towards the room as the door was already being opened by Mr Grey Himself.
I walk in to the room, and out of respect for Mr Grey, and of course my father, I immediately shake hands with the man himself. His gray suit. That's all I ever associate him with. A gray suit. Not the manners that he's always presented to my father and I...just his iconic suit.
"Christian."
"Martin" he nods. Of course he remembers my name... dad most likely sent him an email. Thank the lord!
"Wait, do you know each other?" Pheobe and her mother said at the same time.
"When you were 10, I built a new business over in the UK and Martin's father runs it for me." Christian stated to Pheobe. I thought she knew about their business- well oops!
"I didn't know that you were Christian's daughter I swear Phoebe. But perhaps if I did, last night wouldn't have happened." I am honest. I didn't know... not too sure if last night wouldn't have happened, but I'm pretty sure I would have been a little more cautious.
"Ah yes about last night..." Fuck. "If you're going to fuck my daughter... at least use the playroom in the penthouse to do so" Wait what?!
"DAD!" she shouts... her face getting redder and redder by the second.
"CHRISTIAN!" Ana shouts at the exact same time.
"No really Martin. Look after her. I know you two aren't going to have a relationship. And trust me I don't approve of what happened between you two last night. But make sure she eats properly and sleeps properly also- she's stubborn like her mother." He looks over towards her Mum smiling , whilst she has her arms folded over her chest like a stroppy teenager. Well this is awkward. Think of something to say. Something that he'll approve of.
"Yes I understand Christian. She will do as she is told ..." Bollocks. You've done it again. Foot in mouth disease.
"Oh and before I forget" Her Dad reaches into the inside pocket of his coat and pulls out several pieces of paper. "The NDA. Before you can start living with Phoebe full time. I need you to sign this. You have seen the effects of not having one. All three of Ana's pregnancies were released to the press when we found out the sex. I do not want that happening again." I signed the contract without disagreeing- Seriously I am not going to piss him off. Ever.
"We'll be off now baby, see you tomorrow?"Ana says, hugging and kissing the beautiful creature that is Pheobe.
"Yea sure, love you both" She kissed her Dad goodbye.
Once they have both gone I turn to look at her and smile. She is beautiful. But something else is on my mind...
"Playroom ay?" I wink. I've literally just turned myself on- what the fuck?! Just play cool from now on for gods sake!
"How about lunch?" She quickly changes the subject.
"Smart move there Grey, smart move." I nod. Food. That has now turned me back off... although I can think of many things to do with her and food. NO NOT HERE MARTIN!
We walk to the nearest Subway and she grabs herself a Spicy Italian with lettuce, gherkins, red onion, sweet corn and cucumber. Oh and some Sweet Onion Sauce. Funnily enough, I get the exact same thing . Shit, we have things in common. This can either go really really well .. or very very badly.
We eat our lunch and before we know it, the day is over and we're back at Escala ans she is giving me a tour of the penthouse... after all I didn't get one last night.
We pause outside of the playroom. She holds the key in her hand twiddling it around. Another person, much like me, who has an annoying habit with their hands!
She puts the key into the lock and open the door and all I can see is RED. Red walls, Red floor, Red bed sheets ... except one thing in the room that stands out more than anything else. The black chest with the silver lock, harvesting a few cobwebs, but nevertheless, still the most fascinating.