03/22/21

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CHAPTER SIX - Played by the playa

CPOV

Taylor drops me off at the front of the Fairmont for the night and I walk in towards reception to get my key. Once I'm sorted, I head to the elevators in anticipation of what awaits me.

A petite, naked submissive on her knees in the suite waiting for my instruction and eager to service me. The thought alone has the blood coursing through my veins in excitement.

I walk into the elevator and a cloud of white follows in, passing by me as I turn around to face the panel and press for my floor. I ask my co-passenger their floor number and punch it in.

I look at the numbers light up as the elevators pass each floor when between 4 and 5 there is an immediate stop and the realization sets in.

Oh hell FUCK NO.

I look at my co-passenger and I see it's a woman in an unflattering wedding dress who just sinks to the floor, burying her head in her hands. Dramatic, much?

I do not have time to deal with her. I need to get out of here and get my fuck on.

Pressing the emergency call button, the tiny speaker on the panel croaks to life.

"Emergency services." A bored man answers, fucker probably won't much help.

"We are stuck in an elevator between the 4th and 5th floor. How long will it take to get this fixed? We all have places to be." I bark.

"I'm sorry, sir. Is it just you in the elevator car?"

"No, there's another person. Just fucking send someone over already."

"Sir, I'd like you to remain calm, the fire department has been notified. They will be here within the next 30 minutes."

"30 FUCKING MINUTES? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

"There is a delay in emergency services, sir. They should—."

"This is fucking pathetic." I mutter, releasing the call button on the panel and effectively cutting the person off as he tries to answer. Taking out my phone, I call Taylor and explain to him what's happening. "I don't pay top dollar for stupid shit like this to happen and if they still don't get the message, remind them that they're dealing with the Christian Grey."

I hang up and shove my phone back into my pocket and hear a sigh. How is she so calm? Doesn't she have somewhere to be herself?

"Are you not at all concerned about what's happening?" I ask her irritably.

She looks up, narrowing her eyes at me. Mesmerizing blue eyes freezing me in place but the makeup around them is, well, smeared. She's been crying? I'm distracted by her hiccup and sniffle. "You're concerned enough for the both of us. Also, there's limited oxygen supply here so one of us should be responsible at least."

Her words slur slightly… is she drunk?

I should spank her for that smart mouth and petulant attitude. She looks like a submissive enough but there's definitely something else about this creature

"Besides getting stuck in an elevator is the least horrible thing to happen to me today." She adds.

Great, now I'm curious. "What happened?"

She begins to wail, her words blubbering out. "I got lef-ft a-at the altar-rrrrr."

Oh fuck me, I've got thrity minutes of this sob story to babysit. Hell, I signed up to get my dick sucked off, not play therapist.

I can tell though, that underneath all that makeup and unfortunate dress, she's actually pretty decent looking. I'd even go as far to say that she's beautiful but silently beautiful can change into loudly ugly in 5 seconds flat so I gotta be conservative with my silent compliments. A lesson from big brother himself. If Elliot were here right now, he'd have fucked her already. He has no standards or modicum of self-preservation. According to him, pussy is pussy and the dick doesn't and shouldn't discriminate.

Anyway, I know I should shut the fuck up but my brain to mouth filter is in short supply so I ask her the only thing that come to mind.

"Why?"

Who the fuck asks why, Grey?

Another thing Elliot was right about, we're just as curious and prone to gossip as women.

She gives me a puzzled look.

"He ran off with my best friend. The three of us have been together since highschool but… he said he was in love with her. I was so stupid."

She sounds so sad and hell, I'm starting to feel a little bad now. Damn, Grey. You have a heart? You're in trouble.

I take a seat across from her, fishing out my handkerchief and pass it. She looks at me again a little confused but takes it, thanking me and then quite enthusiastically I might add, blows her nose into and tries to hand it back.

"No," I give her a tight smile. "You keep it." Along with your sad germs.

She nods with a pout but keeps looking down.

"I tried doing everything right you know. Still didn't matter. Supported both their dreams, they were going to make it big but it was allll for nothing. I got played cause I didn't watch my b-b-ack, like DJ Khaled told me to."

And this is why I don't do relationships. Too much drama.

"Make it big how?"

"Tech startup. They have this app that's got investors interested. Now they'll ride off into the sunset while I'm stuck here in this ugly ass dress and a broken heart. I mean look at me." She looks down at the dress in disgust.

"Yeah, the dress could have been better." I reply.

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY I LOOK NICE! DIDN'T YOUR MAMA TEACH YOU ANY MANNERS? WHEN A GIRL SAYS I LOOK UGLY YOU SAY NO, YOU LOOK AMAZING." She wails like the world is ending.

Holy fuck. I gulp and remain quiet. Best not to poke the beast anymore. Maybe she'll fall asleep? I take out my phone and text the only man who can help me.

Christian: How the fuck do I get a girl to stop crying?

Elliot: WHAT DID YOU DO? DO WE NEED TO HAVE THE BIRDS AND BEES TALK AGAIN?

Elliot: I told you, always start with the front door before going to the back door. It hurts less. If this gets out and she sues your ass then my street cred is down the DRAIN.

I roll my eyes. This fucker only thinks about women and sex. And his own insignificant image.

Christian: Shut the fuck up and tell me.

Elliot: Depends on the sitch, bro. I don't know, give her some food? Pet her?

Christian: I'm stuck in an elevator with her for the next 30 minutes.

Elliot: Oh, then you're fucked. I'll get pretty flowers for your funeral.

Asswipe.

Deciding to take a neutral route I extend my hand to introduce myself. "I'm Christian Grey."

She reaches forward, "Anastasia Steele but I go by Ana." she places her hand in mine and I feel a shiver run up my arm. Looking at me with big blue eyes she pulls away almost immediately and sniffles, wiping her nose again. "You need that static spray thingy for your clothes."

That was not static.

"I'll be sure to let my housekeeper know." She doesn't respond but stares into space till I hear a growling noise. "Have you eaten?"

She shakes her head.

"What was the last thing you ate and when?" She tells me it was a banana with half a blueberry muffin at 10am this morning. "When did you start drinking?"

She shrugs. "4 or something. It's always happy hour somewhere."

I close my eyes and try my best not to lose it. So fucking irresponsible..

"You have been drinking for the past 6 hours on a relatively empty stomach. Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"Oh who the hell cares? " She spits back, annoyed. "Alcohol, like all you people, doesn't judge so ya I got cozy with it. You're not the boss of me."

Don't laugh. DO NOT LAUGH. This used to be Mia's lameass comeback when we were kids.

"You need to eat." I say firmly.

"What if they don't let me eat?"

"What? Who?"

"The fancy hotel people?" She cries. "I can't afford room service and I know they won't let me order dominos. The front desk lady gave me funny looks. I know she was making fun of me and my dress. All girls are enemy #1. Except for Kate. I love Kate, she's my only friend."

Before I can stop myself I tell her she's coming up to my room and I am not letting her go until she's eaten proper food.

Then there's the slight problem of Leila. How do I keep her waiting? What if Anastasia takes forever to eat? What if I never get my fuck in for tonight? I close my eyes and rub my forehead in an attempt to calm myself.

Suddenly we start to hear noises and realize that emergency services are working to get us out.

It takes another 10 minutes but we're soon back up and running again. The staff apologizes and tells me that our rooms are on the house.

I take her up to the 14th floor where my suite is and ask her to wait outside while I take care of something.

I walk in and apologize to Leila for the delay but tell her that her services are no longer required while handing her an envelope with some cash as a tip for what would've hopefully been some exceptional servicing but we'll never know now.

She remains kneeling with her eyes downcast and I can tell she looks confused but quickly clambers up and moves to get dressed. She does look amazing though from whatever I see.

It's a shame and waste.

APOV

Being stuck in an elevator is not how I pictured all this ending… I imagined my obituary for a good minute and that too was just pathetic at which point I was glad I wouldn't have been around to read it. What a sad way to die I thought. People often said they wouldn't be caught dead in that dress and yet here I was on the precipice of just that if I think about it... but thankfully we were rescued.

Obituary? Rescued? Dramatic much, Ana?

Handkerchief guy is sexy. But so were the firemen. Must be the alcohol. Or must because I'm no longer wearing the blindfold of loyalty I had forced upon myself in the name of Jose Rodriguez.

PIECES. OF. SHIT.

This guy probably pities my sorry 'got left at the altar' ass. At least I'm getting a free meal out of it. No, you're not, Ana. I need to pay him back. Otherwise it's bad manners.

But who's gonna pay me back for the wedding and those years of moral support?

Once we reach his floor, I follow him towards his suite. I hate the dragging sound of this dress, the only sounds I want to hear are of it burning in a bonfire like the rest of Jose's and Gaia's shit and possibly their bodies. I'd happily go to jail for that but I know I won't cause Kate won't let that happen. She's watched a lot of true crime stuff, she knows how to avoid leaving DNA evidence. She's the person you call when you need to hide a body.

Standing outside his suite, I wipe my face from the attack of new tears and fight the urge to crumple to the floor again in the fetal position. This is why I should have kept drinking. I would've blacked out and been in peace.

The door opens to a woman walking out and holy moly, she's gorgeous! She gives me an odd look followed by one of pity but she's soon out of my field of vision. That woman looked like a 10, hell at this point I would've done her too. It's been a while and I've never been with a girl.

After today, I might just switch teams. I need to get Kate's opinion on that. She has experience.

Christian invites me in and damn, this place is huge and luxurious. He must have a lot of money. Maybe he's a playboy? Would make sense. All sexy guys are playboys and girls like me get played.

PLAYED BY THE PLAYA.

"Was that woman supposed to be your flavor of the night? Sorry I cockblocked you with my vanilla sob story." I mutter, biting my lip trying not to cry. I mean sure I won't be getting any but I shouldn't be the reason why anyone else doesn't get any.

He doesn't answer but stares at me rather curiously when I peek up at him.

I get it bro, I'm pathetic.

"I'm sure you'll make it up to me one day." He finally says and the timbre of his voice hits me between the legs. Thank god for this cheap ball skirt.

Shake it off, Steele.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask, trying to deflect from the weird vibe suddenly clouding the room or my brain. I can't really tell, the alcohol is really getting to me now. He nods and points me in the right direction. I walk and feel the sound of the dress drag and feel this rage of wanting to burn it but it would probably be environmentally unsafe given the cheap material. Once I'm in the bathroom which is the fanciest one I've ever been in, I look in the mirror and gasp in horror. This is what I look like? My hair is a mess, spilling out and my face is… MY FACE. I quickly open the door and run out to find Christian.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME I LOOK LIKE A DRUNK AND MELTING RACCOON BEFORE I LEFT THE ELEVATOR?"

He gapes at me horrified and opens his mouth twice to say something before finally finding his words.

"First, you almost murdered me when I said your dress was ugly as hell and second, I would've gone with a badger." I hear the tease in his voice.

I close my eyes and shake my head before opening them to glare at him. "Makes sense why you pay for sex. You wouldn't last two seconds in a relationship."

"Spoken like a true expert who got left at the altar." He retorts.

"You should be so glad I'm drunk cause my aim is otherwise perfect and I want to throw my Jimmy choos at your face but I got them on sale and they're pretty so i'll keep them on." I huff indignantly. Take that, sexy face.

He smirks and cocks his head slightly. Okay, that's just too sinful. TURN IT OFF, bro.

"Can I see them?"

"My shoes?" He nods. Huh? Weird. "Why? You wanna try them on? They're not your size though." THEY'RE MY SHOES.

He rolls his eyes and tells me to go use the bathroom and wash my face off. Whatever, control freak.

A/N: Part 2 and 3 of this fiasco is ahead. Time to have some fun, lol!

Let me know what you think and what your favorite Ana drunkism is so far!