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'' Mommy,'' I squeal like an over-sized child.
Dad makes an amused face and rests against his chair, waiting for the show to commence. Damn, if he wasn't my dad I would totally wipe away that obnoxious smirk off his face.
'' Don't mommy me Theodore,'' she says unhappily, before turning to dad.
'' Hello darling,'' she says in a much sweeter voice.
Damn it the baby voice didn't work. She must be pissed.
'' Sweetheart,'' he greets happily, '' I wasn't expected you in my neck of the woods.''
Sure you weren't dad. Something tells me you knew about her coming over and didn't let me know.
'' I wanted to see if our darling first-born lived,'' she says before she gets a look of horror on her beautiful face.
Great, she saw my nose. I thought my hand had covered it well.
'' What the hell happened to your face!'' She exclaims, rushing over to get a better look.
'' I'm fine mom. You should see how the other guy looks.'' I wince as she gently runs a hand over the damaged skin.
'' You mean the door?'' Dad asks amusedly.
Thanks old man.
'' The door?'' Mom repeats looking from me to my dad, and then to the massive wooden door before giving me an amused look.
'' Alright, alright, seeing as the old man can't keep his mouth shut it's true I was hit by the door,'' I mumble. '' And before you say I should be more careful it wasn't my fault.'' I turn to finally acknowledge Olivia who stands as still as a statue.
Mom looks towards her, before she looks her up and down. Poor Olivia just stands under mother's scrutinizing gaze, not uttering a single word.
And there is the Anastasia Steele Grey glare. A glare often given, to the many blondes that come and go in my life.
'' Mother, may I introduce you to my own model of Andrea. Olivia this is my mother Anastasia Grey,'' I introduce them waving my hand between them.
'' It's a pleasure, Mrs. Grey,'' Olivia says giving her hand in greeting.
'' Another blonde, why am I not surprised,'' mother says barely shaking Olivia's fingertips.
'' Don't look at me, dad chose her.''
'' Whatever, so tell me what happened to your face,'' she says gesturing for me to continue.
'' Well, Olivia here accidently sprung open the door on my beautiful and un-expecting face,'' I retell the story.
There's the glare again and her anger is pointed at poor Olivia.
'' And pray tell, why is she still breathing?'' She asks looking between dad and me, and then setting her glare back at Olivia.
Dad gives her a '' you know why'' look to which she huffs in return.
'' Leave,'' she orders Olivia, an order which I'm sure Olivia is happy to oblige. She practically races out of the office and shuts the door a little too loudly, behind her.
Oh no, the glare is back and this time it's pointed at me.
'' Well, I think the hit you received today serves you right. Why haven't you responded to any of my emails, calls, or texts?'' She glares me down.
'' Because it makes all that much sweeter when I finally see you face to face, mommy dearest,'' I reply picking her up in a bear hug. '' You look good by the way, love the outfit, Dulce?''
'' Prada,'' she snaps back.
'' You look good mom, after popping two kids out, damn you're a lucky man dad,'' I suck up, but it doesn't shut down the glare.
Goodbye cruel world.
'' Start begging,'' dad smirks.
'' So why haven't you?'' She asks again leaning on dad's desk.
'' Why haven't I what?'' I ask dumbly.
'' Replied to me. I had to come all the way to GEH to hunt my own son down.''
'' I've been busy. I was gonna call you today,'' I say rubbing my neck.
'' You've been busy,'' she repeats.
'' Yeah, you know with work,'' I reply fluidly.
'' Work must be very busy,'' she says as if though she were a cat, ready to pounce on the mouse.
'' Busy, busy,'' I say nodding my head.
She knows something. Why is she looking at me like that?
'' Oh, my poor, poor boy,'' she pouts looking at me in false sadness. '' Your father works you so hard.''
'' He does- SHIT!'' I screech as she pulls on my ear ready to tip it off.
'' You little liar, I can't believe you would lie in my own face Theodore Raymond Grey!'' She says tugging on my ear even harder.
Fuck! First Olivia beats me up and now my mom is all but ready to rip me to shreds. This is just not my day!
'' Ouch! Quit it mom.'' I try pulling away, but that only makes her pull harder.
'' You have absolutely no time to call your poor mother and yet you have time to talk to Amanda Carter!'' She growls in my poor ear.
'' Amanda's back in town?'' I ask dumbly.
'' Oh, don't act innocent! I know you're taking her out tonight.''
'' Damn it Amanda,'' I whisper yell.
'' Yeah, I saw her today when she came to Grey House, did you forget she's my publicist?''
Of course workaholic Amanda would visit her best source of income, first.
'' I told her she should call you since she was back from Chicago and to my surprise, she lets me know you've already made plans with her!'' She shouts pulling even harder on my dying ear.
'' Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Just please let go of my ear,'' I finally beg earning a laugh from dad.
She twists the ear one final time, before finally releasing it. Giving me a final glare she goes to sit back on dad's desk.
'' Sheesh mom,'' I whine like a small kid, rubbing the pain away from my ear.
'' Oh, stop whining. You deserved it,'' she says.
'' I can't believe you would viciously attack your only son, your mini Christian Grey,'' I pout.
'' Times were simpler when you were my mini Christian,'' she sighs, '' you were attached to my hip.''
'' Yeah, well mom I'm twenty-five,'' I tell her sitting down where I had been before her barging in.
'' Age means nothing to me, you're still my baby,'' she pouts back.
'' A baby that needs space, not a lot, but some,'' I say.
'' When you have kids and haven't seen them in almost two weeks, you come and talk to me,'' she growls.
'' It hasn't been two weeks,'' I roll my eyes.
'' You're right, it's been three! I haven't seen you since your father's birthday!''
'' That's not true we went out to lunch, didn't we?'' I ask trying to recall when was the last time I had actually spent time with mom.
Mom gives me the stink eye and dad just shakes his head at me in aspiration.
'' Okay, you're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't neglect the only brunette I love with all my heart,'' I say standing up to wrap my arms around her.
'' I'm just hurt that you can't even email me back,'' she cries into my once neatly polished suit.
'' Ah, mom don't cry,'' I try soothing her. '' How about I take you out to lunch, tomorrow? I can't today; I have to get the new girl set up. I can take you to that café on Cedar you like so much,'' I offer rubbing her back.
'' Tilikum? Well I guess lunch, would be okay,'' she whispers clinging onto me.
'' I'll pick you up at 10,'' I say kissing her on her perfect coifed hair.
'' Well that was easy,'' she says pulling away from me quickly and wiping away her tears.
'' Wait, what?'' I ask bemused.
Did I just get played? By my own mother!
Dad gives me a '' I can't believe you fell for that one'' look. Mom on the other hand checks her makeup in her compact, before walking to dad and giving him an R-rated kiss.
Ewww! Why do they have to do that in front of their baby?
'' See you at home, handsome,'' she purrs to him, whispering something in his ear, before walking off.
'' Don't you dare cancel Theodore it'll only end badly for you. By the way Phoebe and Ava will be back on Friday, you're grandparents are making a dinner so be there no excuses,'' she orders pecking me on the cheek. '' Laters baby.''
And with that, the hurricane that is my mother is strutting out the door. A final wave to Andrea and she's off with Sawyer, her loyal bodyguard right behind her.
'' Did I?'' I ask dumbly.
Dad nods his head.
'' Did she?''
He nods again.
'' What a woman,'' I say in admiration.
'' That's why I married her, but in the future don't fall for the waterworks.''
'' Now you tell me,'' I mumble.
'' Mr. Grey your nine o'clock call,'' Andrea announces.
'' Thank you Andrea,'' he replies.
'' I'll leave you to your call. I'm going to set up my Andrea,'' I bid him goodbye.
'' Don't sleep with her,'' he says.
'' Of course not! I ran out of condoms, unless she's on birth control then I make no promises,'' I joke, to which he rolls his eyes before picking up the phone as I walk out.
'' Theodore I'm serious. She has a bright future and doesn't need you to ruin that for her with a wham bam thank you ma'am. She's already doing a job that has little to do with her field of study.''
'' You mean she isn't an assistant?'' I ask curiously.
'' She graduated from WSU-''
'' Like mom,'' I say more to myself than to dad.
'' Yes, anyway she graduated in public relations and marketing.''
'' And now she's my go-to girl?'' I ask.
'' Ted, these are hard times for people. Finding a job in a certain area of study isn't so easy, some people aren't as lucky as us. Not everyone can go to Harvard on a fully-paid road and then come home to help run the family business.''
'' I know,'' I whisper.
In my life money had never been a problem and sometimes I would forget that the world wasn't like my own personal one. Dad did, though. He had a rough start in life.
'' She needs this job Ted, don't mess it up for her. She can go far in the company.''
'' Okay,'' I nod.
'' I have to take this call son.''
'' Yeah, I should get to work too,'' I say walking off towards the exit.
'' Good morning Mr. Erickson…''
I shut the door behind me and then look for Olivia, who is standing next to Andrea's desk awkwardly. I pass her, giving her a look to follow me and she does so immediately.
I love how she follows orders with just a look. God, I might just push her against the wall and lift up her skirt now.
I open the door to my office and like the gentleman my mama raised me to be let her in first. Of course I also did it to get a better view of her perfectly rounded ass.
How would she look bent over my desk? Down, Teddy Jr! You heard dad.
'' I wanted to thank you for not firing me, even though you could have,'' she says turning to face me.
'' It was an accident,'' I shrug, '' I wasn't going to fire you for that.''
'' The slap and me stomping on you wasn't,'' she whispers blushing that sweet rose hue.
'' You can make it up to me, eventually,'' I purr stepping up to her, but not to close that it would appear like harassment.
I think you thoroughly fucked could be a start to earn my forgiveness. Damn it, stop thinking like that Theodore!
'' Here,'' she says showing me a blue pack, '' it's some ice for your nose.''
'' Thank you,'' I say giving her a small smile as I take the pack and carefully place it on my nose.
She nods her head in acknowledgement and smiles an adorably shy smile.
She's adorable and sexy.
'' Sit down,'' I tell her gesturing to one of the chairs in front of my glass desk.
She immediately does as she's told and waits for me to take my own seat. Sitting down I pull out my iPad and hand it to her.
'' On there is my schedule, take note of it. Store it on your computer, cellphone, anywhere you can look at it immediately.''
She nods, looking it over and most likely taking notes in her head.
'' As you might know my father is retiring and that will leave me as head of the company, and for you that means a lot of work. This month is very busy we're hiring new interns and adjusting to the change of things. As the executive assistant you'll need to be on top of things- on top of me or under me, whichever you prefer- that means working the hours I work.
'' Yes, Mr. Grey,'' she replies when I give her a '' are you getting all this'' look.
'' Get to know my schedule and make it yours. As well as dealing with my calendar you also deal with my personal life.''
She nods again like a good little girl, jotting everything I say down.
'' My mother calls to check in on me, constantly. Pass me the phone no matter what, unless you want her to rip off your head.'' I give her a pointed look telling her I am not joking.
'' Pass you the phone, got it,'' she says.
'' Certain women, sometimes call. If it's not for business tell them I'm busy, especially if it's Rebecca Collins. She's a pesky reported and it's hard for her to understand the word no.''
'' Okay,'' she says.
'' I like English tea every morning, so have it ready before I walk in here. Make sure the bag is on the outside. I usually order in for lunch so I can work, but I don't take phone calls. I leave whenever I want and that means you leave when I tell you,'' I finish.
'' Understood, Mr. Grey.''
'' Good, now I don't really like calling the assistants by their last names, it's much easier to just call you by your given name. Is that alright?''
'' Of course, sir,'' she responds.
'' So Olivia? Or is there a particular name that you like best?'' I ask.
'' Olivia or Liv, I answer by both.''
'' I like Olivia, it's too beautiful to be shortened.''
And there's the blush.
'' Thank you, Mr. Grey,'' she smiles timidly. I almost can't believe that this is the same girl that yelled at both Thompson and I. Here she was, all timid and adorable. And off limits, she needs this job don't ruin it for her Theo.
'' So, besides crossing the street without looking I know nothing about you. Tell me about yourself. I'd like to know more about you.''
God, Grey that was a cheesy line.
'' There isn't much to say,'' she blushes.
'' I'm sure there is. How about where you're from, there's a start.''
Do you have a boyfriend?
'' Tacoma, Washington,'' she replies instantly.
'' So you aren't new to the rainy Washington life, then?''
'' No, born and raised here.''
'' And you went to WSU, correct?''
'' Correct,'' she responds.
Do you have any lover I can personally get rid of so I can take his place?
'' You majored in public relations and marketing, and this was the first job you sought out?''
'' I applied to a few places, but everyone wanted experience or just didn't call back in the end. I saw your ad online and I really needed a job.''
Why do you need a job when I can buy you the world?
What the hell was that Grey? You've known the girl for about an hour.
'' Did you just graduate?'' I ask, wanting to know her age.
'' No, I graduated last year, but finding a job wasn't easy,'' she smiles sadly.
She should be twenty-two, almost twenty-three like Phoebe.
I feel bad for her. She could be a publicist or working for the marketing world, and here she was serving me tea.
'' Well, if you can survive as my assistant I think you can go far here,'' I tell her giving my own encouraging smile. '' We have very good opportunities for our employees, as well as interns.''
Why is she looking at me like that? It's like she didn't expect to hear what I had just said.
Maybe I should get her a job with Amanda and then I'll just sleep with her. That way she can get what she wants and I can get what I want, without costing her anything.
'' My mother actually graduated from WSU and she started off as an assistant before she became CEO of Grey House Publishing.''
Of course dad did buy the company when he was dating her, but you don't need to know that.
'' Really?'' She asks almost in wonder.
I nod. '' Assistants don't always stay assistants. If you rise to a challenge, you'll be rewarded.''
Hopefully that reward includes my bed.
Stop looking at me like I'm a saint! If you knew what I was thinking about you, you'd castrate me.
'' Your girlfriend?'' She asks.
What! She wants to be my what?
I look at what she's staring at and see the photograph of Phoebe kissing my cheek, while I hold her close.
No. But are you jealous.
'' No, that's my little sister Phoebe. She's about your age,'' I say smiling at the picture. It had been taken when we had gone to Spain last year, on a brother/sister trip.
'' She's very pretty,'' Olivia says looking at Phoebe closer, most likely looking for the resemblance between us.
Apart from our copper hair and the Grey temper we really didn't share other similarities. She was mom's child with dad's eyes and I was dads with mom's eyes. Phoebe was free-spirited and in love with life, while I could be closed off and more in love with living up to the family name.
'' She is,'' I agree with her. '' She'll be back from Monte Carlo on Friday. She sometime stops by to visit the office, perhaps you'll meet her.''
'' She doesn't work here?''
'' No, she doesn't work yet. She took a year off to live in Italy, she's an art major. Art renovations and buying art is her line of expertise,'' I tell her about Phebes.
'' Italy? How lucky,'' Olivia sighs as if to her Italy was an out of this place world that could never be.
Great, now it sounds like I was showing off that my sister could take off a year of work and travel, while this poor girl had to downgrade her education and be a go-to girl.
'' Have you ever been? To Italy, I mean?'' I ask.
Rub it in, asshole!
'' No, I've never traveled outside the Washington area.''
'' Well, you'll get to travel a lot with me then. Being executive assistant entitles you to the biggest events and traveling.''
I could show you the world and I'll add you the mile high club if you'd like.
If you don't stop looking at me like that I'll take you on this very desk.
'' Where did she graduate from? Your sister?''
'' New York Academy of Art and she later studied abroad in Holland.''
Showing off again, dumbass!
Why don't you just tell her you said no to a scholarship, because you didn't need it! And while you're at it tell her you got accepted into Harvard law school without majoring in law!
'' Your parents must be very proud of you both,'' she says.
''They are, just like we're proud to be their kids,'' I smile thinking about my parents. They really didn't care what path we chose to work as long as we loved what we did. Though, mom was a bit sad we didn't follow in her footsteps at all when it came to education or work. Dad was over the moon when I announced I wanted to go to Harvard and majoring in Economics.
Phoebe had always been indecisive when it came to picking a career. There was a god to honest moment where we actually thought she would be a princess like she said she would, when she was little. In the end after a family trip to Paris where she and dad bought art together, she fell in love with the artsy world.
'' What about your parents?'' I ask her.
'' My parents died three years ago,'' she says.
Shit! Good job Theodork. Why am I such an ass?
'' I'm sorry,'' I say immediately.
'' It's okay. I have my cousin, Sydney. She was actually the one that saw your ad,'' she says sounding sad.
'' Then, I should thank her,'' I say.
'' For what?'' She asks.
'' For bringing you into my life,'' I reply smoothly.
'' Theodore, the interns you wanted to interview are here,'' Andrea announces.
'' Thank you Andrea, send them in,'' I tell her, looking away from those beautiful green eyes.
'' If you don't need anything else Mr. Grey, I'll take my leave,'' Olivia stumbles for words.
'' No, that's all Olivia,'' I smile.
'' Excuse me,'' she says turning to walk out, but before she does I do something I never do with any GEH girl.
'' Olivia?''
'' Yes, ?'' She asks.
'' Be ready at twelve. I'm taking you out to lunch,'' I tell her.
She blushes, not knowing what to say or do with my command more than request. Finally, she smiles and nods her head.
'' Yes, Mr. Grey,'' she replies before walking out.
For once in seven years I don't feel hurt. I don't care about her, the girl that promised me lies. How can someone so sma1ll destroy the walls I've built?
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