out take 1
I feel a weight land on me. What the fuck? I groan at the feeling of something against my chest, willing myself not to freak out. I open my eyes to investigate and find two terrified blue eyes looking back at me. What the fuck?
I notice the blue eyes are looking out at me from the face of a beautiful woman: pale skin, dark, mahogany hair, plump lips. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. Don't get hard, Grey. Don't think about those plump lips wrapped around your— don't even finish the thought, Grey. I have to get out of this bed immediately.
"Who the fuck are you?" I shout at her, attempting to put as much space between us as possible.
The beauty lays there stock still, covered in a sheet. I can see her silky shoulders, marred only by wisps of her hair. I look back to her eyes, trying to get answers as to what is happening.
"Hey, I asked you who you are." I repeat, filling my voice with ire in the hopes that anger will help me get my head on straight.
"Um, I am Ana. Uh… who are you?" she stutters out.
"Like you don't know." I reply with venom. I'm starting to think this girl is here as a trick. I know that women want me for more than just me, but I've never been put into this compromising a situation before. I'm getting increasingly pissed as I think about her doe-eyed act, so I put my energy into dressing myself.
"No, I don't actually. Should I?" she tries to return my attitude, but winds up looking like a chihuahua barking at a pit bull. I turn my attention to the still ringing phone instead of asking her.
"Grey." I answer
"Sir, this is Taylor. Are you okay, Mr Grey?" he asks.
"Taylor you had better get your ass over here right now. I don't know what the fuck you were doing last night, but I'm in the middle of a clusterfuck." There. I'll blame Taylor, then he can sort this shit out. I slam the phone down before he can reply, and turn back to the Snow White in my bed.
"I'm going to ask you again, and I would like a little more information. Who the fuck are you?" I ask in my nicest voice.
"I told you. I am Ana, Anastasia Steele. You still haven't told me who you are though I'm assuming your name is Grey, but I don't know if its your first or last name. Also, who the fuck are you to demand anything of me? What did you do to me? Where am I?" She rants.
How dare she suggest I did anything to her?
I run my fingers through my hair as I try to calm myself enough to answer her.
"You're married?! What the fuck? You bring me to your hotel room, clearly intoxicated, probably had sex with me, and you are married?" she shouts at me as she pulls the sheet as high as she can. This chick is psycho.
"What are you talking about? I'm not married." I say.
"If you aren't married, then why are you wearing a wedding ring?" she accuses.
I look at my hand to humor her, and that's when I see a band around my finger. What the fuck?
"Where did this come from?" I ask.
"I don't know, do I?" I hear from the bed.
I look up at at her, remembering that I was trying to figure out this woman. I examine her hands, clutching the bed sheet to her like I am some intruder in an old black and white movie, come to ravish her. It is then that I see it: a ring on her finger.
"Well what about how you got that ring?" I ask her.
She looks down at the hand holding the sheet and sees a band sitting on her ring finger. She looks up at me. One look of complete shock to another. Realizations coming to us at the same time.
A/N: quick out take of chapter 1. I'm going to add more out takes on here until I post the sequel. I'm not sure that I'll go in order, or which POVs they will be. I hope you like it. Let me know if you want more like this.