*Disclaimer:Although I own the rights to this fanfiction, I do not own the characters (even though I truly wished I owned Christian Grey lol) and I do not own the books, etc.
*Synopsis: (AU) – Anastasia Steele (24) is swamped in student loans and college costs and is at the verge of being dropped out of her classes, nearly graduating. Her long time friend, Jose Rodriguez (27) suggests his aunt Elena's exotic BDSM themed night club and helps Ana to get the job as a bartender. When one of the main show girls, Leila Williams (25) gets fired, Christian Grey (26), is left without a partner. Elena is then forced to approach Ana to take the slot. Will Ana take Elena's offer? Or will she run for the hills? OOC/HEA.
(A/N: First of all, I want to apologize for the wait. I have been so busy with my children—especially since school has been out due to the winter storm we have received here in Virginia—and I have no internet access at home. I normally update when I go out for coffee, so that being said, I want to apologize. I will, however, let you know if I cannot meet the deadline of Tuesday's update.
I want to make some adjustments known. I changed Jose's name back to Rodriguez because it sounds better than what I had chose lol. I also changed the Synopsis because while I've been writing this fic, I totally went a different route than what it had originally said lol therefore, it changed to go with the story. Anyways...
I've received lots of questions and I know I should answer ALL of them, but I'm not. Why? Because I do not want to reveal to much in my Author's Note AND I want you all to be able to say (at some point) the following expressional quotes:
-Oh damn!
-WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH DOING?!
-Help me Jesus!
-OMG THAT WAS HOT! (which was already used by a lot of you already lol)
-I think I just died.
-YES! YESSSSSSS!
-NOOOOOOOOO!
-Asfkj! (Alien for WTF?!)
-Maybe! Maybe! Perhaps!
Etc...
I will, however, answer questions that I know I can. Here are a few:
-Yes, this chapter starts out in CG POV ;)
-Yep, Leila introduced Christian to the lifestyle WHILE they were together as a couple. I know that a lot of you hate me for putting him in a relationship before meeting Ana, but hey, there is a purpose for it. I want him familiar with love, and when I say that he 'loved' Leila, I use that word lightly BECAUSE I hate the effin bitch myself, hence why she is my villain—yes, villain—in my story. I am as much of a AnaChris shipper as the next guy, but I ask for a little patience because we will get there eventually.
-This is not answering a question, but it is me admiring a phrase that was used for expressing how one of my reviewers felt about ch. 4, and I quote "Holy crap on a cracker that was hot!" I know I PM'd you, but I had to share it! It totally cracked me up! LMAO! Loved how you said that.
-I love strong Ana too, but just like the rest of the world, she will be vulnerable at some points of the story. XOXO!
-Yes Christian should have shouted "That's NOT my girlfriend." We should just slap him on the back of the head for that, shouldn't we? Lmao! Anyways, the best excuse for NOT having him say that is he too, like Ana, is going to be vulnerable at some points and remember this too, he was just grinding up against her and he IS kind of horny at the moment. Why kill the erection with a conversation about his ex? Lol.
-I can't tell you which security member Leila slept with yet. That will all be revealed in a future chapter ;)
-I will reveal how Leila talked him into the lifestyle in a future chapter.
-Ana has not graduated yet, so she has never met Elena before in the flesh. She has heard about her, but not met her until she started working at Floggers.
AND NOW... I bring you my favorite FSOG stories/authors:
-DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS—Seduced by the Senator by DC DIRTY SECRETS
-Untouched by Hannaho92
-A Rose In Bloom by GreyshadesofSteel
-Blank Space by Lost By Words
-Fifty shades of lust and love by DoctorLady
and many more that I love, but these lovely stories just received the shoutout! WHOO! Oh, before I forget, the songs used in the last chapter were "S&M" by Rihanna and "You Can Do It" by Ice Cube.
Special thanks to GreyShadesofSteele for helping me with this chapter. I have to be honest... I had went so long without writing that I actually placed myself into writer's block and that is NO FUN! Thank you sooooooo much darling! Anyways, let's get to the story. XOXO!
Chapter 5—What's Your Poison?
Christian POV
"Grey!" I snap into my phone as I enter my office at Floggers, closing the door behind me.
"Mr. Grey, sir. It's Welch. I'm calling in regards to Miss Anastasia Steele."
Damn, that was fast. It's only been a few hours since I last spoke with the man. See, this is why I hired him. This is why I kept the bastard around. "Yes, I assume you have everything I've asked for?"
The line goes quiet.
"You do have the report I've asked for, correct?" I ask once more.
He sighs and I hear a rustle of paper in the background. "Yes, sir. But I must warn you that some of this information is a little disturbing."
Disturbing? "How so?" I question. He sighs again. I hate when he acts like this. I know he's trying to hide something from me. But what? Surely it isn't that bad..."Just fax it to me here at the club. I'll decide what's disturbing and what's not." I give Welch the fax number and instantly start receiving the fax.
Once the machine stops, I hear Welch sigh heavily once more. "That's all of it, sir."
"Thank you." I say before hanging up. I grab the small pile of papers and begin my research into Miss Steele.
Name: Anastasia Rose Steele
Date of Birth: September 12, 1990
Address: Violett Apartements on Melrose in Seattle. Currently has a roommate, sole namely Jose Alec Rodriguez (2010—Present).
Mother:
-Carla Mae Morton
Date of Birth: May 22, 1970
-M: Stephen James Morton; (July 2014—present); Married.
-M: Raymond Bruce Steele; (April 2000—2013); Divorced.
-M: Franklin Allen Lambert; (January 1991—1992); Widowed.
Mother's Address:
-Carter Street in Savannah, Georgia.
-Father:
-Raymond Bruce Steele (Stepfather)
Date of Birth: September 20, 1968
-M: Carla Mae Steele; (April 2000—2013); Divorced.
Father's Address:
-876 5th Street, Montesano, Washington.
Siblings:
-Derek Lee Steele (Step-brother)
Date of Birth: December 5, 1988
-M: N/A
Siblings Address:
Washington State Prison; currently served 7 years out of a 10 year sentence.
Education:
-Washington State University (Current Student).
-West Seattle High School
Occupancy:
-Floggers (bartender) Current Job.
-The Grill at WSU (cashier; cook) Current Job.
-Clayton's Hardware (customer service) No longer employed.
Interests:
Reading. Dancing. Swimming. Cooking.
Religion:
None specified.
Relationship Status:
N/A
Sexual Preferences:
N/A
Health History:
-2004:
-May:
Broken ankle. Injury sustained by car accident with Mother.
-2006:
-December:
Violently ill with the flu.
-2008:
-July:
-Three cracked ribs; contusions on both wrists, and both ankles.
-Subject sustained a minor head injury through blunt force.
-High count of bruises branded the subject in numerous places of the body.
-Rape kit was conducted; Results came back negative.
(FINAL REPORT)—Subject was found gagged, shackled and/or chained to assailants bed. Appeared to be in distress, and held against her will. Charges were pressed against the assailant from the hospital. Subject is to remain under our care for 24 hours before being released.
Holy FUCK with a capital F-U-C-K! This woman has one fucked up past. And the worst part about it is, that I have conducted similar assaults to women upstairs, in this very club... and inside the playroom of my penthouse at Escala.
I fall back into my chair, staring at the paperwork in front of me. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about this—I mean I hardly know the woman—but something deep inside of me goes...cold.
Shocked...
Guilty...
Confused...
Angry...
and even sadness...
I'm shocked because this woman appeared to be happy.
I feel guilty that I had even looked at her bitter past, and opened the door to something I honestly don't know anything about.
I'm confused because I want to know more about it. About her. Anastasia.
I feel angry because I am just like the person who did this to her.
And I'm sad... Sad? Christian Grey doesn't do sad! But I am. Sad that she had to go through such terror. Her innocence doesn't deserve to be put through that type of treatment.
But you wanted to put her through that type of treatment, Grey...
No, not anymore. I couldn't. It's simply impossible. I just need to keep my distance. She doesn't need a monster like me in her life and I don't deserve her innocence.
Why do I even care? How can someone I do not know consume me so?
I finally stand, leaving the document sitting on my desk as I open a bottle of Scotch and poutr myself a glass. Man, I'm losing my ever loving mind! How can one girl fuck with me on levels so deep? I need to get a grip. I need a new sub. Perhaps that is my way out. Perhaps that will help me to stay away from Ana besides in a professional manner. I mean, we can be professional, right?
Of course you can! You are Christian Fucking Grey! You can do anything!
"Knock-Knock." I hear Elena say as she knocks onto the door. She peeps her head inside, smiling as always.
"What's up?" I murmur, throwing my head back and drinking whats left of my Scotch. I remember that Ana's background check is still spread out onto my desk and I quickly pick up the paperwork and place them into her file, putting it away. I take a seat and begin removing my shoes.
"Well, I'm here to remind you that you the dancers are expected on stage within the hour and I have to be upstairs in VIP, so I need you to sort of take things over down here while I'm gone. I shouldn't be long. I just have a session in..." she looks at her watch, "...20 minutes and I have to get ready." she takes a deep breath and sighs heavily.
I roll my eyes, fully aware that she can't see me do it, as I pull my tie loose. "Sure. So I'm not entertaining tonight?"
"Nope. You can just sit back and relax tonight. Think of it as vacation with pay." she laughs. I try to smile, but it just doesn't reach my eyes. "What's the matter, Christian? You seem pretty tense. Is it Leila?"
Leila. Not exactly... "She's part of it. But no. Leila is the least of my worries. It's just been a long day." I murmur unfastening my belt. "Do you mind? I'm trying to change into something more comfortable here." I add.
She sighs again. "Sure thing. Have fun, darling." and with that, she walks out.
I walk out onto the main floor. Jose and Elliot are standing by the bar, drinking beer and chatting.
Where's Anastasia?
"Want a beer, bro?" Elliot asks, grabbing another bottle and handing it to me. Already had a Scotch, Grey. Watch it!
What's one beer?
"Thanks." I mutter taking the beer. Jose and Elliot have become suspiciously quiet, as if they were a couple of school girls, sharing secrets.
Then there she is...
Anastasia.
Dammit, this is going to be harder than I thought...
I nearly choke on the swig before swallowing when she appears from the back in her tight black corset top—which is pushing those delectable tits up as if it's an offering of sorts—with some sexy pair of jeans. And don't get me started with the heels. Damn... she is one fine piece of flesh.
I can feel my jeans tighten and the room suddenly feels smaller. Hotter even.
Beads of sweat form on my forehead and my body is on fire. How can I be professional with her if she is going to be walking around here like that?!
Oh, have mercy!
"Anastasia." I greet her, and in this moment, I realize that Elliot and Jose have begun silently laughing...at me? Anastasia? WTF?!
"Christian." she nods. Oh, God, the way she says my name... Bet I could make her say it a hell of a lot better. Fuck! I could do things to make her scream it!
It takes everything in me to not grab her by the wrist and take her to the back of the club and fuck the living daylights out of her. But I am in control. I am Christian Grey...
I swallow hard and direct my gaze toward the hysterical men standing next to me. Was I that obvious? "What's so funny?" I ask. They stop laughing.
"Oh, nothin'." Elliot says.
"Nuttin' at all, boss." Jose says clearing his throat as he takes another swig of his beer. "Welp," he adds, sitting his empty bottle down onto the bar, "I'm going to have the DJ play something worth listening to. Catch ya' later, bitches." and Jose takes off.
I turn my gaze back to Ana and I'll be damned if my eyes don't dart to her ass.
Stop it, Grey! You're losing the battle here!
Fuck the damn battle! I lost it the moment I laid eyes on her.
But what about her past?
I can be gentle. I can show her how pleasurable this lifestyle can be. And it's not like I would hurt her... well, I wouldn't do anything that she didn't want me to. And I sure as hell wouldn't inflict any pain that I know she couldn't handle.
Jesus!
I want her...
I make my move and begin stalking towards her, her back facing me. No matter how many times I have told myself tonight that having her as my sub is completely out of the question—after seeing what lies in her past—I just. Can't. Help. Myself!
Her body tenses and I know that she knows I'm there. In fact, I'm so close that I can feel that familiar electricity that shocks me senseless every time we are near each other. Her breathing increases and so does her heart beat. I can tell by the way her artery pulses in the side of her neck. Fuck! Is it possible that she wants me just as badly? Guess we'd better put her to the test.
"You look mouth watering tonight, Ana." I say low and sensually.
Strike one! Her body trembles and I know that I'm getting to her. She faces me, then thanks me and I can't help the devious grin that forms on my face as I gaze into her beautiful blue orbs.
"Your welcome. I take it that you had a good time with Mrs. Lincoln and Kate?" I ask smoothly, placing the shaft of the beer bottle to my lips, sticking my tongue out to the tip before tipping the bottle for a drink.
Strike two! She nods frantically as her chest rises and falls in pants. Fuck!
"Anabelle!" Jose-cock-blocking-son-of-a-fucking-bitch! DAMMIT!
Anastasia looks relieved and suddenly my hard-on goes limp. I was right there... right fucking there!
I almost had her. Damn! Damn! DAMN!
Obviously, this arrangement is not meant to be...
"So what's with you and Rookie?" Elliot says as I lean back against the bar, watching Jose and Anastasia dance. And boy, can she dance...
"Nothing." I shrug. "Why do you ask?" I take my last swig and sit down my bottle, rolling up my sleeves. My eyes are still glued on her.
"Well, brother, it's actually kind of obvious that you both have a thing for each other. I can tell by the way you look at her, and she towards you."
So it's true... I'm drooling over Steele and every one can see it.
"I think you are imagining things, El. Anastasia and I have nothing going on between us, if that is what you mean. We're just friends, is all." I try my tone for impassive. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go dance with my friend." I smile deviously at Elliot.
He pats me on the back. "Go get her tiger." he chuckles.
As I force my way through the crowd, my eyes not once leaving Ana's sexy body. Jose and Kate glance in my direction and know what to do instantly. They know exactly who I'm coming out here for. And once she turns into my direction, our eyes lock and she instantly looks nervous. The song isn't of my taste, but it has a great beat to it and as long as I can dance with Ana, then fuck the damn music.
She continues her dance and I have to restrain myself from fucking her here and now. Oh, dear God, this woman is going to be the death of me...
I smile, grabbing her hips and I yank her delicious hot, sweaty body over to me until we're plush against each other, grinding our fronts together. Fuck. Me. Sideways! The friction feels so good and that electric pull grips me by the neck and chokes me. My pants are strained by my rock-solid erection and I feel myself losing control slowly.
I spin her around, needing more friction before I rip through my jeans and oh, does it. Feel. Good. She begins rolling her hips, pushing her ass against me even harder and I think I'm going to explode. I honestly don't know how much more of this I can take. I feel like I'm going to die, but what a way to go!
I can't hold back any longer. Fuck! I grab her wrists and raise her arms up around my neck and grind into her ass with my erect member...hard.
Oh, fuck me! She just moaned. I felt the vibration through her shuddering body, and that's it. Strike. Fucking. Three!
She drops to the floor and rises, rubbing her ass hard against me and I can't help the groan that escapes my mouth. I want her...NOW! "Do that again, Anastasia, and I will fuck you right here in the middle of the dance floor, and I don't care who sees it." I hiss into her ear.
She stops dancing and pulls away from me, turning to face me. "You shouldn't say things like that, Mr. Grey." she mutters, gazing into my eyes.
Really, now? "And why not?" I respond, raising a brow at her.
"Because, for one, you are my boss." And your point? "Secondly, we don't even know each other..." Oh, but I know more about you now than I did an hour ago, Miss Steele... "and I'm not a one night stand type of girl." You can be a third, a fourth, and a twentieth night stand if you want to be. "And third, I don't think your girlfriend would appreciate that." she says, using her chin to point towards Leila, whom is standing across the room behind me, glaring at me as if I had committed a crime. She's not my fucking anything anymore...
But before I can say anything, Anastasia adds, "Thanks for the dance, Christian." and walks towards the bar.
Fuck! "She's not my girlfriend!" I shout over the loud music at Ana.
Ana's POV
Did he really just say what I think he just said? "What?" I shout back over my shoulder as I continue to head towards the bar. Once inside, I grab a wine glass and prepare to pour myself a drink. I freeze, staring at the empty glass. Perhaps something a little stronger, but not too strong?
Hell yes!
I put the wine glass back and grab a shot glass. I grab the Vodka bottle and pour myself a shot, slinging it back the moment I'm done pouring. Christian is sitting on one of the stools, gazing at me, and I honestly don't know how long he'd been sitting there watching me.
I honestly don't care at the moment, and besides, the bar is slowing down anyways. I pour another shot and down it just as fast as the first.
"So, Mr. Grey... What's your poison?" I say, leaning onto the bar.
"Leila..." he mumbles.
What? "Excuse me?"
"Leila. She's not my girlfriend and hasn't been for quite some time." he says all serious.
Wow. So they were together, just not anymore. How lovely. And oddly, I feel slightly jealous and relieved at the same time."Is Vodka okay with you?" I ask, trying to ignore what he's said.
"She. Is. Not. My. Girlfriend." he repeats with venom.
"I heard you the first time. Vodka or something else?" I press.
"A bottle of water will be fine for me, thank you." he murmurs.
I shrug, kneeling down to grab a bottle of water, then stand and sit it down in front of him. I grab the Vodka bottle once more, pouring myself another shot, and I sling it back, slamming the tiny glass back down before returning the bottle of liquor back onto the shelf. Christian just sits there... staring at me. He doesn't even take his eyes off of me when he takes a drink of his water. Jeez!
"We need to talk, Anastasia."
"Shouldn't you be practicing your recital or something right now?" I ask when I realize that Jose and the others have disappeared once again.
"Nope. Elena said she didn't need me tonight. So, here I am."
"Here you are." I mock, cocking my head to one side, smiling. But my smile is short lived when Leila appears out of nowhere.
"Christian. Darling." she says, kissing his cheek and he tenses. "We're on in five." she adds, smiling at him, then glaring at me as if I was a deranged mutant of sorts.
"Leila." he hisses, glaring at her as he pushes her hand away as she tries to caress his face. "Back. The. Fuck. Off." he warns. And that is my cue to walk away...
"I'll just, uhm... I'll be in the back. I'm taking my break." I stumble through my words as I lay my bar towel down and exit the bar area.
Instead of going to the back, I head for the front exit of the club. I just need some air... And finally, I'm there. I'm sucking in the cool breeze as if it was my last. God, does it feel good. I plop down onto a nearby wooden park bench and lean my head back, closing my eyes as the sweet spring air takes my body over. I feel a hell of a lot lighter now, not to mention, less faint, and less irritated. I swear, Leila's presence is an unwelcome one, and the only reason I've jumped to say something about how she's been glaring at me like her last meal, is because I work with the bitch...and of course, Christian.
How did he end up with someone as vile and rude as Leila? What the hell is—or I should say, was—he thinking? I mean, yeah, she's attractive, but there is more to life than just looks.
Pfft! Tell your own self that, Steele! My subconscious snarls at me. So far the only thing you're familiar with when it comes to Grey is his sexy, hot looks!
Oh, shut the fuck up!
I sit up, laying my head down into my hands and I sigh heavily. Why do I even care? This is ridiculous.
And something inside of me tells me to look up. I have no idea why, but suddenly I raise my head and I gasp as the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up.
Can it be? Oh, no! I blink several times—in case my eyes are playing tricks on me—as I gaze directly across the street from where I'm sitting. Oh, fuck! Derek! He's here! But how?
A bus drives by as I rub my eyes, attempting to blame my eyes once more or maybe even my brain for playing games with me. And in the blink of an eye, he's gone. Poof! Vanished! Maybe my eyes are playing tricks with me. After all, I did have a few shots of Vodka, and I may not have drunk enough to be drunk, but I may have consumed enough to hallucinate. Oh, well.
I shake my head and begin laughing. This is crazy. He's in prison for fuck's sake!
By the end of the night, I'd made well over 200 in tips alone. Sounds crazy, I know. I'm just as shocked as the next guy. I suppose the patrons get thirstier when the dancers are performing, who knows. But I can't really complain too much. That's more money to go towards my college finances.
After cleaning the bar and clearing out the register, I place the money into the red zip-up bag and head towards Christian's office. I hadn't seen him since the whole Leila at the bar issue.
I knock on his door and wait for a response, but get none. I knock again, but am interrupted by a tear-stained Leila and she scoffs.
"Well, Newbie, I hope you enjoy my sloppy seconds." she snarls at me before taking off to God only knows where. I push the door the rest of the way open and find Christian sitting on the edge of his desk with a tumbler at hand, half-full with what I assume is Scotch.
"Christian?" I step forward slightly, not really sure of where I should be at the moment.
"Please, Miss Steele... Have a seat." he mutters, swallowing what's left in his glass before taking a seat himself. "There is something that I wanted to discuss with you. In private."
"Ooookay." I say as I sit down where this all began. A ping of some unknown emotion strikes me, and my stomach twists as my heart races. Have I done something wrong?
"Miss Steele."
"Ana." I correct him.
"Anastasia." he says. "I want to let you know that I run background checks on those who work for me."
I giggle. "Yes, Mister Grey. I am highly aware of that."
He looks up at me, and pulls out a file, laying it down onto the desk. He opens it, still gazing at me, and pulls out a sheet of paper and slides it over to me. Something tells me that I am not going to like the outcome of this conversation.
I glance over the paperwork and immediately drop the paper as I stand, covering my mouth. "H-H-How did you?"
"Find out? Easy. I have once of the best men for the job. I don't hire amateurs, Miss Steele. These people that are a part of my security team are simply the best in Washington State, and maybe even the USofA. " he says taking a stand and he walks over towards me, leaning back against his desk, his arms crossed.
I lay the red bag down onto his desk as tears threaten my eyes. I can't go back there. I won't! I clear my throat, and a sudden ping of anger slits through me like a knife. "But these are personal medical records, Christian. Records from when I was nearly 18!"
"Okay, well, I run thorough background checks on my employees. That's how I got this." I've learned over the years to keep close watch on the people around me. Although, nothing bad came back, and honestly, I'm shocked that this had even popped up. I had no idea, Anastasia. You just seemed so... I don't know. Innocent? I never would have guessed that something so harsh had happened to you."
I am stunned. I can't even get an edge worth out of my mouth.
"You suffered quite a bit, Miss Steele. Right now, I am trying to get a better understanding of what happened."
"No, what you're doing is invading people's privacy and using work as an excuse to get there, Mr. Grey, and I am just not having it!" I hiss as my voice finally returns. I begin stalking towards him. "I am not interested in telling you, nor the drunken homeless man on the corner of this block a single word of my past. Because that is exactly what it is, my past. And frankly, I would appreciate it if this subject was never brought back up again." We are now nose to nose. "The Ana you read about died a long time ago. This," I say pointing towards myself, "is the reborn version of something greater than that 17 year old girl. And I will. Not. Go. Back. There!"
"Ana—"
"Hard limit, Mr. Grey. I'm sure that is a term you know very well." I interrupt him.
He stands straight up, glaring down at me. His eyes have gone three shades darker. "Are you finished, Miss Steele?"
I shrug, crossing my arms. Dammit I'm so pissed off... "Yes." I whisper.
Suddenly he cups my face and crushes his lips against mine. I squeal in protest. This isn't how it's supposed to be, is it? This can't be happening! He's my boss for God's sake! And his ex-girlfriend is his dance partner.
But this feels so good... My body defies me and i begin kissing back. My hands end up in his hair and his end up on my hips, pulling me closer to him.
This isn't happening... It CAN'T happen! This is so wrong in so many ways...
I finally gain back my senses as I push him back and slap him loudly across the face. "How dare you take advantage of me!" I whisper.
"Wow." he breathes. He actually looks drunk.
I scoff to his reaction. Definitely not what I had expected, and once again, I'm rendered speechless. Grabbing the door knob, I yank it open and pause. It's as if I want to say something more, but I can't find the words.
"Wait! Anastasia, please." he finally says, and since my voice has failed me once more, I sigh and leave.
Oh God! What have I done?
I sprint towards the bar, in need of a drink as I ask myself the usual bar tending question. What's your poison, Anastasia?
I touch my lips, feeling the soft swelling after affects from kissing Christian.
It's him... Christian Grey is my new found poison. And now I have to figure out whether or not this Snow White is going to be dumb enough to bite into the apple again.
**Sorry for the rustiness. I'm a little off :/ I knownit was shorter, but i have to stop it there lol. I get this way when I haven't written in a while. Oh well. Lol. Again, special thanks to GreyShadesofSteele for helping me through this chapter. Reviews my darlings! XOXOXO!**