I wake to the sound of banging against my bedroom door and groan loudly. I look at my alarm clock next to me and discover its 6.30am, it should be illegal to be up this early. I pull myself out of bed, wearing only boxers and just as I'm about to pull on some jeans my door swings open revealing my Dad in a suit. He raises his eyebrow at my appearance.
"Jesus Dad! Don't just barge in here!" I shout grabbing my duvet to cover me. Even with boxers I feel exposed.
"Oh relax Thomas, I've seen you in less than boxers before. I spent the first two years of your life changing your diaper." My Dad responds on a smirk with a roll of the eyes. Funny how he can do it but I can't.
"Thanks for the reminder," I mumble before narrowing my eyes, "Is there something you need or are you just coming to stare at me half naked?"
"Watch your attitude." He warns "And yes I need something - you - we have a meeting in half an hour. Get dressed and wear something smart then come down for breakfast."
I look at him with a raised eyebrow. "You weren't actually serious about me coming to work with you?"
"Yes I am serious, so get dressed and be quick about it." He says before leaving the room and closing my door. Falling back on to my bed I groan, this is going to be a long week.
I pull on a pair of black skinny jeans and a navy blue shirt, smart but casual, wax my hair, brush my teeth and grab my blackberry.
When I enter the kitchen, my Dad is talking to Gail. He's the only one up and it's a school morning. That's how early it is.
He turns when he hears me come in and smirks. "Morning sunshine,"
I glare at him and try to pour myself some coffee but he pulls the pot away from me.
"Just because you're coming to work doesn't mean you're an adult, you still can't have coffee." He reprimands. My parents have never let me have coffee, apparently I'm energetic enough already.
"What would you like to drink and eat Thomas?" Gail asks me with a smile.
"Can I just have some orange juice please Gail," I reply grumpily. I can feel my Dad's glare in the side of my head.
"You need to have something to eat Thomas, have some pancakes. You're getting thinner every time I look at you." He orders glancing at my thin frame. I roll my eyes in disbelief.
"I think that might be a slight exaggeration Dad, I haven't lost any weight and anyway it's too early to eat." I mumble not even in the mood to argue properly.
"He'll have some pancakes please Gail." My Dad answers for me and I open my mouth to argue but he holds his finger in front of my face and glares. I sigh, too tired to even reply.
Gail places a plate of pancakes in front of me so I smile and thank her but make no effort to eat any. My Dad nudges me in the side. "Eat up, we don't have long."
I pick at them with my fork really not feeling them this early. "I told you I didn't want anything."
"And I told you I want you to eat something, so eat." He orders sternly.
"Dad please it's too early, I'm really not hungry." I plead with him. He runs his hand through his hair and sighs angrily. Brilliant now he's going to be in a bad mood all day.
"Suit yourself Thomas, but I'm not happy." He scowls "Go get in the car, Taylor is waiting outside."
I watch him for a second but nod and leave, rolling my eyes on the way out.
"Don't roll your eyes at me." He shouts after me. Jesus how does he do that? It's like he has eyes in the back of his head.
I see Taylor standing next to the car and he holds the door open for me.
"Morning Jason," I greet him happily.
"Good Morning Thomas, how are you this morning?" He asks me pleasantly.
"I'd be a lot better if I wasn't woken up at the crack of dawn." I answer groggily.
"Thomas, stop moaning and get in the car." My Dad orders coming up behind me. I raise my eyebrows at Taylor but get in the back followed by my Father.
"Am I going to get paid $100,000 an hour like you?" I ask my Dad once we're in the car and on our way. He smirks over at me and I grin.
"No you're not, only good boys that don't get suspended from school get to earn big money." He replies patronisingly. I smirk over at him.
"Well, according to Grandma you weren't a good boy yet here you are." I quip.
"Alright, very funny young man." He mutters eyeing me with a hint of a smirk.
When we arrive at Grey Enterprise I walk beside my Dad who keeps a firm grip on my arm as he pulls me along next to him.
We make it into his office and he leans against the desk as I sit down opposite. "Two rules Thomas. One, you don't go anywhere on your own, and I mean anywhere. Two, Best behaviour and that means none of your cheeky comments, and none of your eye rolling. Have you got that?"
I nod with a roll of the eyes. I did it on purpose and he knows. "You are going to be the death of me, Thomas Grey, I swear. Stay in here whilst I go for my meeting, I'll be quick." He orders. As he leaves he pokes his head back round the door to look at me.
"Behave." He repeats and leaves properly this time.
I move behind his desk and sit down in his spinning chair. I scan the photos on his desk all in gold frames. One of him and Mom on their wedding day. One of him and Theo at a baseball game. One of him and Phoebe at the father-daughter dance last year. One of me and him playing football, he had me over his shoulder and we were both grinning. The last one was of all of us from earlier this year.
I unlock his computer easily, seriously Dad using Mom's name as a password? You can do better than that. I scroll through his emails curiously but quickly close them when I read some disturbing ones between my Mother and him. My stomach growls and I lean back on the chair. There is a waffle stand outside, and I really love waffles.
If I'm quick he won't ever know. I get up and leave the building making my way over to the waffle stand.
"What can I get you son?" The man asks cheerily.
"I'll have a chocolate waffle please." I ask and he makes it quickly.
"That's $4.00 please." He asks. I hand him a $10 and tell him to keep the change. The sun is shining by now and it's a nice day. So I decide to stay outside for a bit. I sit on a park bench and eat my waffle, savouring every mouthful.
Once I'm finished I go to pull my blackberry out of my pocket only to realise I left it in my Dad's office. I glance at my watch and see it's been half an hour. Shit.
Quickly, I take the elevator back up and before I've even reached the office I can hear my Dad shouting.
"Where the fuck is my son?" He yells at someone, running his hand through his hair.
Cringing inwardly I walk into the office as casually as possible. "Thomas thank god, where have you been? I thought I told you not to go off on your own." He pulls me into a hug, then releases me but keeps hold of my arms.
"Sorry Dad, I was hungry so I just went and bought a waffle." I mumble hoping the fact I ate will make him less angry and surprisingly it works.
"Well at least you had something to eat." He murmurs "Just don't go off again, I was worried about you." He lectures. I roll my eyes at his over protective nature.
"Thomas, do not roll your eyes at me." He warns.
"Sorry," I mumble and he grabs me by the chin so I'm looking straight at him.
"I have to go and sort something out, I will be very quick but you are to stay here and under no circumstances must you leave, do you understand?"
I nod in agreement and he leaves again. I take my seat back in the chair and log back on to his computer, making a personal note to remind him to change his password.
I scroll through the documents all of them looking rather boring until I find one called 'Submissive Contract' curious, I click on it.
I read through the contract, not understanding any of it. What the hell was it? Why did my Dad have it? Is he cheating on my Mom? I'll kill him if he is.
CONTRACT
Made this day_ of 2011 ("The Commencement Date")
BETWEEN
MR. CHRISTIAN GREY of 301 Escala, Seattle, WA 98889
("The Dominant")
("The Submissive")
THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS
1 The following are the terms of a binding contract between the Dominant and the Submissive.
FUNDAMENTAL TERMS
2 The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the Submissive to explore her sensuality and her limits safely, with due respect and regard for her needs, her limits and her wellbeing.
3 The Dominant and the Submissive agree and acknowledge that all that occurs under the terms of this contract will be consensual, confidential, and subject to the agreed limits and safety procedures set out in this contract. Additional limits and safety procedures may be agreed in writing.
4 The Dominant and the Submissive each warrant that they suffer from no sexual, serious, infectious or life-threatening illnesses including but not limited to HIV, Herpes and Hepatitis. If during the Term (as defined below) or any extended term of this contract either party should be diagnosed with or become aware of any such illness he or she undertakes to inform the other immediately and in any event prior to any form of physical contact between the parties.
5 Adherence to the above warranties, agreements and undertakings (and any additional limits and safety procedures agreed under clause 3 above) are fundamental to this contract. Any breach shall render it void with immediate effect and each party agrees to be fully responsible to the other for the consequence of any breach.
6 Everything in this contract must be read and interpreted in the light of the fundamental purpose and the fundamental terms set out in clauses 2-5 above.
Before I have the chance to close it down the door opens and my Father walks in. When he sees me on his computer he glares.
"Thomas what are you doing?" He snarls.
"I could ask you the same thing." I reply angrily.
He looks at me with a puzzled expression. "What are you talking about? Watch your tone when you're talking to me."
"What the hell is a Dom-Sub contract?" I ask bitterly. His face hardens and he storms over to me. He glances at the screen and his mouth twitches.
"Those are private documents not for little boys like you. Never and I mean never go through my computer again, Thomas." He says angrily.
I stand and glare up at him. "What is it Dad? Are you cheating on Mom? Is this a contract you've got your little whore to sign?"
His eyes glower and he grips my arm. "Watch your language. No I am not cheating on your Mom, she's the love of my life. This is nothing to do with you Thomas, it's from years and years ago so drop it right now." He orders.
"You're always telling me I can trust you with anything, and that I should always tell you everything so why don't you do the same for me?" I ask him and he sighs sitting down opposite me.
He runs a hand through his hair and eyes me desperately, it's like he's willing me to drop the subject. "This is different, Thomas, and I don't feel comfortable talking about it with you. You're too young."
I huff, and cross my arms over my chest. "Don't you trust me, Dad?" I ask, and I know I have him. He sighs again and moves closer to me.
"What I'm about to tell you is confidential and stays between us, alright? No-one knows about this." He glares at me and I nod understanding.
"The contract is one I used to get my submissive to sign, when I was into the BDSM lifestyle. But that was years and years ago, long before you, Theo and Phoebe were born." He explains quietly.
"BDSM, isn't that like proper kinky sex?" I ask with a grin. I've seen some stuff about it online, there's also some videos of it in my Brother's search history, but he'd kill me if he knew I went on his Mac Book.
He looks at me strangely. "Yes that's it. How do you know about that? I'm certain your Mom and I put security on your Mac Book so you couldn't view anything like that." He responds with an arched eybrow.
"That doesn't matter. So you used to get girls to fill in contracts like this so you could get the best out of the sex?" I question, brushing off any chance of me getting my laptop confiscated.
He nods and I frown. "You don't do this anymore right?"
His eyes widen in disbelief. "No of course not!" He exclaims shocked, then he smirks. "But I mean your Mom and I have a great sex life."
"Oh, believe me we all know, your walls aren't soundproof you know." I say physically cringing.
He gives me a sheepish smile and then frowns. "Do you hate me?" He asks quietly eyeing me.
"What? No. I don't hate you for having a great sex life when you were young, if anything you inspire me." I joke with a grin.
He grins as well instantly becoming more relaxed. "Yeah, well as long as you make sure you're safe you can have all the wild sex you want but please at least wait until you're 16."
I smirk at him mischievously. "Phoebe's nearly 16, does that mean she's allowed to have wild sex?"
His face hardens and his eyes darken. "No that does not. Your sister is my only daughter and so if it's up to me she won't be having sex until she finds the man she wishes to marry, and maybe not even then." Protective Christian is back.
"Don't you think it's slightly sexist that you encourage Theo and me to have sex but not Phoebe?"
He brings his chair closer to me and points a finger in my face. "Firstly, you will understand when you have your own daughter why as a father you feel very protective over them. Secondly, I'm not encouraging either of you to have sex. You're 12 years old just a little boy, I don't want you sleeping with anyone, at least for a few years."
I groan and roll my eyes. "Dad can you please stop calling me a little boy? I'm 12 now, I'm not a little boy anymore."
I expect him to lecture me on rolling my eyes and my attitude but instead he grins. A proper grin. "Oh but Thomas you will always be my little boy, especially when you're the height of a 9 year old." He teases.
I glare at him. "It's your dodgy genes that makes me short, you know."
He laughs at this then flings an arm around me. "You got more of your Mom's genes than mine. You got my temper, my hair but that's about it. You got your Mom's height, eyes and slim build. You also got her smart mouth and attitude." He narrows his eyes.
I give him a cheeky grin and respond. "I like to think I got the best of both worlds,"
My Dad smiles warmly down at me, and kisses the side of my head. "You most certainly did. You're a very special boy, Thomas, and I love you. Please don't forget that."
I thought I'd end on a happy note, and have some fluff in the troubled relationship that is Christian and Thomas'.
Thank you dm1990 for the idea about Thomas finding the contract. Thank you to all my reviewers, it really encourages me to write more. I'm up for hearing chapter suggestions if there's any anyone would like. Thanks.