CPOV

Time seemed to travel through molasses or whatever the fuck that phrase was. Everything seemed so surreal. Never in my life did I think that I would ever get married. Now, here I was in Vegas, naked with a chick I can't even remember the name of who is claiming to my wife, and the stink of alcohol all over me. Rage surged through me in unhealthy levels. All I could see was red. I was Christian Fucking Grey. There was no was that I make a mistake.

"You bitch!" I roar at her. "You did this on purpose didn't you? What did you plan, huh? Wanting my billion dollar empire. Well, you are not going to get a fucking penny of it, you slut. Whore!" I spat at her. After all, if she ended up in bed with me after one night, she must have done it multiple times before.

At least, she had the audacity to look shocked, as if she can't believe that I had found out her little scheme. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened, and her sheet dropped. She looked...amazing. I would fuck her right now, but I did not want to deal with my wife who was just a hoe in disguise. But before I could say another word, my head swung to the side and my cheek burned.

She had slapped me!

"You bastard! How dare you? Do you know who I am? I don't remember anything. And I definitely don't want your million dollar fucking conceited ass," she screamed. To be honest, that kind of scared and impressed me. I didn't want to know who dealt with her everyday, but then again, no one has stood up to me like that before...and it was...different to say the least. But frustrating in every sense possible.

There was a hard knock on the door.

Cheeks still flushed and a cold look in her eyes, she quickly turned around and wrapped herself in a sheet again. Standing there like an idiot, I realized that I should tuck my dick in my pants before it greets a hello to whoever that was behind the door. I grabbed my fitted grey slacks that were lying on the floor and quickly tugged them on. The second I pulled up the zipper, I heard the door open.

"What the hell is wrong with you bro?" A voice sounded. I turned to the person, who happened to be Elliot Grey, who ladies and gentleman, is Seattle's unofficial man whore, official ladies man, and forced older brother.

"Fuck off Elliot. What is wrong with you? You were there yesterday. Why didn't you stop us from fucking getting married?"

"Don't you think I tried?

"Clearly not hard enough"

"Hard enough that you punched me for it" For the first time, I see his black eye. Wow, I have a good hook.

"Ana" a voice called. Who the fuck is Ana? And...for the first time, I see the blond who had come in right behind Elliot. Who the fuck was she? Another bimbo who Elliot had fucked?

My wife or...Ana goes up and hugs her. "Kate" she says. Oh that is the bimbo's name. Fun.

"Flynn is coming soon...should be here in 5 min"

"Ana, why don't you go take a shower and dress before we discuss this?" the Blondie suggests.

After Ana leaves for her quick shower, the Kate girl turns and narrows her eyes at me.

"What did you fucking do to her?" She growls at me.

"I didn't do anything. What, where you in on her plan to rob me of my money too?" Uh oh. Bad choice of words. She seemed ready to lunge at me. But, at the moment, Flynn comes through the door. That man is getting a raise.

He doesn't say anything, except goes and turns the TV on.

"-tian Grey and a woman have seem to have gotten married last night. Sorry ladies, but the sexy bachelor is off the market now. More to come on this-" And he turns the TV off.

"A woman?" my wife speaks as she enters the room clad in what must have been her dress from yesterday night. She looks...sexy. No wonder I was attracted to her. "A woman?" She repeats herself.

"Well you are one aren't you?" I say snarkily.

"Do you know who I am Christian Grey?"

"How do you know my name?"

"I had to get to know my future and possible competition. Did I not?" She was being way too calm and collected that it unnerved me. She must have had a good shower. But what in the hell was she talking about? Competition?

"..Wh..What?"

"Let me introduce myself. I am Anastasia Steele. CEO of Steele Inc. ,and not a whore"

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