Don't own FSOG.
TPOV
"Did he say anything to you?"
"Not really. Just asked who I was but he creeped me out. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat and he was starving." I listen and start pacing. I know that son of a bitch won't stop now.
"Babe what's wrong?" I look over and see she is looking at me with those big eyes.
I sigh and sit down.
"Just listen ok?" She nods
"What I tell you has to be kept just between us you can't tell anyone."
"I promise I won't."
"My boss is a very important and influential man. He is a self made billionaire. He is very private. But he is also obsessive, possessive, and very volatile. He has an obsession with brown haired woman. I don't know why or anything. I do know that he gets off on beating the shit out of them. The five years I have been here he has hurt one enough to be hospitalized. Now that he has seen you he will pursue you until her gets you." I finish in a defeated voice. She looks at me then crawls into my lap.
"I know we only met a few days ago but I want this to work with us. I don't care what he wants or likes. I want a man who is protective. I want a man who is loving. I want a man who is sexy as fuck. I want you. Like I said honestly he scares me. He can do what he pleases but it won't matter I'm yours." She kisses my chin
"Mine huh?" She blushes
"If you want me to be." She says with her head down.
"Angel I always want you to be mine. I'll keep you safe I promise." I say kissing her neck.
"I trust you Jason." We go back to bed where I hold her tight to me. Is it possible I am already falling in love with this girl?
After breakfast we decide to go downtown to look around. I look over and smile she has on jeans and one of my white button downs that she has tied in a knot around her thighs.
"Jesus christ baby you are tiny." She looks down at herself and then to me.
"Nu uh I'm just a more portable size." I laugh and she smiles. Fuck! I would kill to see that smile everyday.
We spend the next five hours shopping and sight seeing. We ate lunch downtown. When it starts getting dark she starts yawning.
"Tired Angel?" She nods and snuggles closer my side. We call it a night and head back to my place. As soon as we enter she climbs on the couch and is out in seconds. I kiss her forehead and grab a blanket and put it over her. I sit next to her head and turn the tv on and watch ESPN and run my fingers through her hair.
Eventually I feel her start to stir she sits up looking groggy. There's a crease on her face from my jeans, her hair is a mess, and she is squinting. She looks beautiful. I chuckle.
"What?" She asks rubbing her eyes
"You look cute." She rolls her eyes.
"You do all you need is some bunny slippers and feety pajamas." She giggles
"I have hot pink ones Luke got them for me last Christmas because I'm always cold. As for the slippers mine arnt bunnies they are Spongebob much cooler." I smile
"Of course my mistake. Who would ever choose bunnies over a sponge who can talk." She nods
"He's my hero." As soon as she says it I can't stop laughing
"Your hero is a sponge?" I ask snorting she smacks my arm
"Shush. Yes he's my hero. He is small, funny, and he's not afraid of an adventure." I smile and pull her to my lap
"You're cute." I kiss her nose
"I'm not cute. I'm down right fucking adorable." I don't remember ever laughing this much.
"That you are baby."
CPOV
I watch her go with him. She looks like the others. She looks just like that crack whore who was my mother.
I head for my office. I see the sun coming in it startles me I didn't realize how long I have been here with my office.
The elevator pings quietly I open my door and look at the monitors in the hallway. I see them leaving. This is my chance the place is empty.
As I enter the apartment I can smell her perfume vanilla. I look around. This is very unethical but I need to know who she is. Then I see it, her purse. Grabbing it I look in and see her wallet I open it and grab her id.
Anastasia Rose Steele 18. Hmmm a bit young but legal.
I put everything back and scurry back to my office. I grab the phone as soon as the door shuts.
"Good morning Mr. Grey."
"Welsh, I need a background check ASAP. I want it to be sent to me and only."
"Not even Taylor sir?"
"No. The name is Anastasia Rose Steele she's eighteen years old. I want it within the hour." I hang up and sit back and wait.
Forty five minutes my fax machine beeps and I run to it ripping the papers out as soon as they are done. I sit in my chair and start reading
ANASTASIA ROSE STEELE
03-18-1997
RAYMOND MICHAEL STEELE- FATHER
Married- CARLA ANN WILKS 1996-2006 DIVORCED
MARRIED- JACOB ALLEN SAWYER 1993-1994
SON- LUCUS ALLEN SAWYER 1993-
5890 WILSON STREET
APARTMENT B
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
555-555-1212
WORKS AT LUCY'S RESTURANT TWO DAYS A WEEK AS A HOSTESS
MISCELLANEOUS:
Father is a Captain in the U.S. Army.
She was born on the military base in Germany.
Brother is a Sgt. With the Marines .
No bank account listed.
No relationship or sexual orientation known.
Graduated high school in Japan.
Previous places lived:
Japan
South Carolina
Germany
Italy
Washington D.C.
Washington
Texas
California
I set the papers down. I need to find a way to make her mine. Well mine for a weekend. After I'm done with her she won't remember the name Jason Taylor.
A/N: A few answers to your questions. I don't think there is really any stories with this pairing. I will update at least twice a week. I'm sorry if not everyone enjoys this pairing. This will stay a Ana and Taylor pairing. Ok as for Christian he will be different from the book. He will be darker and meaner. It is needed for the story. I hope you enjoy!