This is my fanfiction only. I want nothing but to entertain people. All credit goes to E. L. James because it is such a great story.*
THIS IS MY THIRD FSOG STORY*
CHAPTER 1
Christian was sitting alone at the family table bored as usual. He believes the Coping Together Gala is filled with women who want to touch him, men who want to climb in his pocket and his family is having a great time oblivious to his discomfort. He sighed and thought, 'I could be home right now spanking and fucking my sub, Kelsey. These things are so damn boring.'
He turned sideways in his seat and saw a beautiful woman standing off to the side behind him trying not to draw any attention to herself. She had long dark hair and beautiful blue eyes that even in the dim light were shown so spectacularly to him. She was wearing a beautiful long form fitting gold brocade over dark blue velvet mermaid dress with long sleeves off the shoulder. It looked painted on her body. He thought. Her figure was stunning. 'Who the hell is that!? Oh my god, she's incredible looking. Boy, I would spank and fuck that ass and go back for more.'
Christian's father, Carrick, went up to the podium on stage to do the introduction announcements and the welcome speech. Carrick Grey said, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to the Coping Together Gala. For those of you who are new here. This is a charity that is near and dear to Grace's and my own heart. We are supporting children and mothers with financial, addiction and lack of resources to help in broken homes. So, dig deep and know that you are saving lives for a very worthy cause. Thank you. I'd like to turn it over to my lovely coordinator this year, Miss Ana Steele, who has done an outstanding job." The audience applauded. The beautiful woman walked forward and up the stairs to the podium on stage.
Ana stepped up to the microphone and said, "Thank you, Carrick and Grace. Ladies and gentlemen, I am Anastasia Steele. I am happy to be privileged to help Grace and Carrick out with such a worthy cause and putting such a lovely event together. I have been in liaison with several resources to bring it all together. It has been challenging but I loved doing the job. Without further ado, I will turn it over to our host announcer for this evening, Gerard Sullivan. Thank you." She stepped down with audience applause.
Ana was smiling as she moved towards the Grey family table with a natural swing in her hips that was in no way exaggerated. Christian was drooling as it appeared she was walking straight towards him. Grace got up and hugged her whispering in her ear. Ana smiled and nodded. Grace hugged her again, took her hand and led her to the seat next to Christian and his mother. That's when he noticed the name tag was for Anastasia Steele. He just assumed it was for Elena like every year before. The host announced the dinner service was to begin and to take their seats.
Elena walked up to the seat by Christian and said, "Grace what is this…. this girl doing, sitting in my seat?"
Grace calmly said to her, "I put it on everyone's invitation to make no confusion to the table they are assigned to sit at this year? Your seat is at the table behind us. Ana was the coordinator for the whole event this year and I wanted her at my table this year."
Elena frigidly said glaring at Grace, "I thought I was family and always sat here next to Christian, every year." Ana was about to say something and Christian looked at her and subtly shook his head telling her not to say anything. She blinked at him and closed her mouth.
Grace said, "Really Elena, it's only one time." Elena huffed glaring at Ana, turned and went to the table behind them.
Ana said concerned, "Grace, I didn't mean to cause a problem."
Grace smiled and patted her hand saying, "Nonsense. Don't worry my dear, she just thinks everything is to be her way and it's not. She didn't contribute to anything with all the planning this year but thinks she automatically gets a seat at our table. You did all the hard work. You're more than welcome here and deserve to be placed with us." Ana blushed and said thank you. Christian thought her blush was very lovely on her. She was stunning and his cock hadn't gone down since laying eyes on this beauty.
Ana whispered and her breath softly tickled his ear, "I admire the contribution you have made supporting this charity. Grace told me you're a big contributor to a lot of charities. It's very generous of you to participate and helping your family." Ana smiled.
He thought she was flirting with him, he had to dissuade her in case she was like all the rest of the women at these things and will try to touch his person. Christian said arrogantly, looking away to deter her, "Yes, well, everyone seems to admire my contributions at these kinds of functions, Miss Steele." He looked away from her.
Ana scooted away from him a bit, repelled by his pretentious attitude and demeanor. She thought he wasn't very nice to comment that way and would avoid any interaction with him. Ana just kept to herself and ate and talked to Grace and Carrick during dinner.
Christian watched Ana all evening talking and mingling to certain people easily. She knew the Covington's, the Ralston's, the Jamison's and the Kavanagh's. She shook their hands and hugged them all. Perhaps, she met them through his mother, he thought, considering being the event coordinator and all.
At the end of the evening, Elena was marching up to Ana and grabbed her arm turning her towards herself. Christian moved in closer to hear.
Elena said snottily, "I guess you think you're somebody sitting with the Grey's tonight, don't you? Trying to be a little status climber?"
Ana looked surprised, pulling her arm away from her claws to keep her from digging into her skin and said, "What on earth would make you think that?"
Elena glared at her and said, "Because you're nothing but a gold digging event coordinator. You're just a dime a dozen."
Ana laughed at her and said, "You think this is my only profession? What is it to you? What do you do?"
Elena put her nose in the air and said, "I am the proprietor of a chain of elite spa salons and best friends with the Grey's."
Ana smiled condescendingly and said, "Well, isn't that good for you." Ana turned and walked away. Christian wanted to laugh.
Elena huffed and turned to him, simpering, "Christian darling, how has your night been?" She reached out and patted his arm.
He said stoically, "Fine. I'm going home soon."
Elena said, "You've been watching that girl all night. She is pretty, but something about her I don't like. Besides, she's not like us anyway."
Christian said, "You don't like her because she's not intimidated by you. Your Dom doesn't affect her."
Elena sighed and said, "Perhaps, she is too familiar with people above her station and just talked down to me."
Christian chuckled and said, "You started it from what I overheard. I've got to go." Christian walked away from her to find his mother and say goodbye to his mother..
Ana walked up to Grace after the announcement of the total of approximately thirty three million dollars. Grace said, "It's been just wonderful working with you, Ana, I hope I see you soon because then we could do lunch. You're such a busy and successful girl. Your father would be proud of you." Grace kissed her cheek.
Ana said, "Thank you Grace. Ana handed Grace a couple slips of paper." Ana walked off towards the exit. Grace smiled looking at the checks in her hand. Christian said goodnight and kissed his mother's cheek. He glanced at the checks for one million and four million dollars in his mother's hand. It was from Anastasia R. Steele and Steele Enterprises, Inc. He left for the exit with Taylor following. He thought, 'She has more money than I thought.'
Ana got to her classic car, a 1965 Corvette Stingray in blue pearl luster. Ana was bent over inside the passenger door getting in the locked glove box that had her purse in it.
It was a real show to Christian walking up and seeing her perfect ass with her one foot up bent at the knee in the tight dress. Ana stood up and smoothed her dress and stepped out of her shoes sticking them on the passenger seat with her purse. She went around the car and got in and put the key in her souped up vintage car with a roar. She put on her seat belt and looked over, noticing Christian watching her. Ana rolled her eyes and pulled out.
He wondered why she looked at him that way? She acted like he wasn't worth her time and she was hitting on him earlier. Or was she? Could he have just been rude to her for no reason? He texted Welch to do a background check on her. He got in the SUV with Taylor.
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The next day, Christian was sitting in his office reading the background check on Ana with a cup of coffee. He was fascinated and realized she was not your run of the mill event coordinator, but the owner and CFO of Steele Enterprises, Inc.. He read:
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Name: Anastasia Rose Steele
Birthdate: 9-10-1987
Social Security: 392-35-5346
Phone number: 360-433-1526
Address:
3665 Fairweather Ln, Medina, WA 98039 (Evergreen Point)
230 Wynoochee Valley Road, Montesano, Washington 98563
Regency Luxury Apartments
515 9th Ave, Suite#11L, New York, NY 10018
Steele Enterprises, Inc.
201 5th Ave N, Seattle, WA 98109
(Sole owner as of 11-16-2009)
Banks:
Chase Bank
Acct# 274965322 $10,136,234.67
Bank of America
Acct#13429867459 $48,457,983.23
Offshore Accounts:
Caye International Bank
San Pedro, Belize
Acct #564913442689 $1,287,670,511.44
Education:
Montesano High School- 9-2000/6-2002 valedictorian at age 16.
SAT Score: 1340
WSU(Foster) PACCAR Hall, 4273 E Stevens Way NE, Seattle, WA 98195
Double Masters degrees 09-2003 to 05-2009
Major: Risk Management
Graduated: Summa Cum Laude
GPA: 4.2
Major: Business Management
Graduated: Summa Cum Laude
GPA: 4.0
Certifications: CPR, First-aid, Self Defense, Survivalist, Gun Range Master, Automotive Mechanical Maintenance (All certifications are current)
Current Employment:
Chief Financial Officer
Steele Enterprises, Inc.
201 5th Ave N, Seattle, WA 98109
Father: Frank Lambert,
b: 9-1-1960
d: 9-11-1987
m: 12-12-1986
Mother: Carla Mae Wilks
b: 7-17-1965
Stepfather: Raymond Steele(former Marine Raider- Colonel - consultant)
b: 7-31-1961
d: 11-15-2009 (car accident)
m: 6-12-1988
div: 7-14-1995
Stepfather: Stephen Morton
b: 8-20-1963
m: 8-16-1995
div: 2-15-1999
Stepfather: Robert Adams
b:4-5-1967
m: 4-6-1999
div: 1-17-2003
Stepfather: Michael Johnson
b: 3-12-1963
m: 4-10-2003
div: 3-23-2006
Stepfather: Charles Frankfort
b: 8-27-1969
m: 6-29-2006
div: 4-30-2008
Stepfather: Carlson Whitmire
b: 10-5-1968
m: 7-5-2008
div: 4-19-2010
Stepfather: Giffin Huffington
b: 1-30-1963
m: 5-6-2010 present
Political Associations: None
Religious Affiliations: None
Sexual Orientation: None
Criminal Offenses: None
Relationships: None found.
DMV:
2008 Ford Escape SUV
License plate# RJS731
1965 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray
License plate# ARS910
2011 Audi Spyder
License plate# BXY428
Permits: CCW
Registered firearms: Kel-Tec P-11, Sig Sauer P226
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Christian's phone rang. It was his mother. He answered, "Yes, mother."
Grace said, "I want you to come to Sunday dinner. You have been blowing every dinner off and I won't have it so no excuses, Christian. I'm putting my foot down this time."
Christian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Yes, mother. I'll be there."
Grace said, "Good. Have a good day, son." She hung up. He shook his head at her demanding him be there this weekend.