Hello, this is my first story. Despite reading fan-fiction for many years, I have never plucked up the courage to post my own story before, so I hope you like it. There will be no cheating, hard limit for me and will always be a happy ever after.

This is UN-betered so in case I still miss any mistakes, they are all mine.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Christian belongs to E L James as well as the rest of the fifty universe, I just want to play in it.


Evening had descended on Seattle as lights flickered on all over the city.

He stood at the window of his office, watching people rushing home or going out for the evening. Living their lives, unlike him.

Christian Grey was Seattle's most eligible bachelor and a billionaire at the age of twenty-seven. He had achieved more than most people could comprehend but what was the point when he had no one to share it with.

His days seemed to blend into one another recently, like he was going through the motions. He was waiting, for what he didn't know. It's amazing how you could be standing in a crowded room but still feel lonely.

"Andrea go home please, you're starting to make me feel guilty" I said, pressing the intercom.

I heard a chuckle come back through "Yes Mr Grey, goodnight"

Going through last minute emails, I remembered the email Franco had sent me earlier in the day to let me know about the recent photos he had taken.

Franco was my manager at Flesh. A BDSM club that is situated above the nightclub I owned called Mile High. They were both doing well and were very successful. Not many people who attended Mile High knew there was a whole other world above their heads.

Deciding to go to Flesh instead of calling Franco, I told Taylor to get the car.


The queue stretched around the block, people waiting to get into Mile High as we passed by on the way to the club.

Flesh was an exclusive club, the list for new members being very long. You couldn't just walk in off the street, you had to be recommended by a current member and all potentials had to attend an open night first once they had been approved by management.

"Sir" Taylor said, informing me that we had arrived.

"Thank you, Taylor. I will call you when I'm ready to leave".

Getting out, I walked to the members entrance, around the corner from where the queue of people were making their way into the nightclub.

"Good evening Mr Grey" Tim, the doorman said.

"Good evening Tim" I replied.

Walking up the grand staircase and into the main reception area, I was greeted by Franco.

"Mr Grey, I wasn't expecting you tonight. I thought you would just email me back"

"I like to keep you on your toes. How's everything going" I asked.

"Very well. Business is picking up all the time. The private rooms are full most nights".

I knew he was telling the truth. I might have Franco running Flesh, but I still liked to know what is going on and keep on top of the books.

"I have a friend of mine here at the moment. I will just let her know I will be busy for a few minutes, and I will show you the photos I have printed so far."

"Take your time. I'm not in a rush" I told him.

He nodded his head, before walking back over to the bar.

He stopped at the side of a brunette, speaking in her ear. When he pulled away from her, she looked up to him and smiled.

My breath faulted as her laughter reached my ears. Her smile rendering me speechless as I tried to remember if I had seen her before. I would've known if I had. Her beautiful smile would be one I would never forget.

Franco was walking back over to me, but I couldn't concentrate on him. I couldn't take my eyes off the woman he had left behind.

"Who is she" I burst out as soon as Franco was back.

He appeared shocked at my outburst and told me she was a friend he had met at a photography show last year. I needed more information than that, but he offered none.

I followed Franco back to the office where he quickly passed me some of the photos he had developed.

"These photos are exquisite" I told him.

Something about these photos, about this girl that he worked with, always turned me on.

"Flawless is exquisite. She's a rare find" he told me, as I nodded, agreeing with him. "These might be the last photo's I take of her, as she doesn't want to be doing this forever."

That news saddened me. The photos Franco took of Flawless decorated the walls of many playrooms, including mine.

They were photos I had looked at, in great detail since he had started working with her.

The curve of her spine, her beautiful breasts, her amazing ass. I was getting hard just thinking about her. Never her pussy though. It was always just out of shot, just to tease you, so near yet so far.

Franco has never told anyone including me who she was, no matter how many times he's asked. He said he will never betray her trust and I respected him for that.

"Your friend, that you brought here tonight, are you together?"

"No Mr Grey, she's just my friend" he smiled.

"Introduce us please. I would like to meet her" I told him.

I watched his face fall, his words stuttering as he tried to come up with a reason for us not to meet.

"Sir, Ana isn't a potential submissive. I asked her here because she was interested in where the pictures I take are displayed. She's too mischievous and playful to be a sub."

"Introduce us please" I said through gritted teeth.

"Of course, Mr Grey" he sighed.


Thank you for reading.

Future chapters will hopefully be longer as I'm trying to find my way, writing and posting at the moment