Falling into Grey is my newest "What if" story has a Love Hate twist this time around.
Anastasia Steele is no fan of Christian Grey. They've met on a few occasions and had a mutual distaste for one another until a chance encounter. They meet again on a busy morning and get into a slight confrontation, leaving Ana scraped, bruised and bleeding in the street will Christian play the Villain or the Hero?
This story is Rated M for mature adult content and explicit sexual descriptions. Hope you all enjoy the story, it's work in progress and I will only add chapters when I feel they are good enough to publish. It would be silly to just write any old thing down. I love the 50 Shades Trilogy and want to be respectful of the Christian and Ana love story by filling with love and crazy sex! This story is in Anastasia's POV. Enjoy and Thank you so much for taking the time to read my fan-fiction stories
No copyright intended all 50 shades characters belong to EL James and the 50 Shades trilogy.
Falling Into Grey-Chapter 1
I started a new job on Monday and it's been a very long first week here at SIP my boss Jack Hyde in all manners is a prick. There is something about him that makes my skin crawl. I mean he's quite intelligent and good at what her does in the publishing world but he hovers uncomfortably over me constantly. I want to tell him to back off but he seems a little scary, I need this job but if it continues this way I'll be forced to look elsewhere for work.
I certainly won't be working at Grey Enterprises Holdings for the obnoxious Christian Grey. That interview I did for Kate a few weeks ago was a complete bust. I tried to stand my ground but each answer he gave me was more narcissistic than the last.
I thought he was going to behead me when I asked him if he was gay. It's not that big a deal, he could've just declined to answer. Instead he scolded me like a child before finally saying he wasn't. Geez in this day and age it's not exactly a big deal to be gay at least not in my opinion.
They weren't even my questions. I did the interview as a favor to Kate because she had the flu. He had no idea; he must have thought I worked on the school newspaper with her and that I was an ill-informed reporter. Honestly, I had never heard of him before that day so technically I was. I tried so hard to be polite but he was just so mean I couldn't resist antagonizing him a bit and clearly he was not amused.
He was so cranky, one minute he seemed flirty and the next minute he was appalled by me. I was so uncomfortable and I couldn't wait to get the heck out of there. My knees were shaking the whole time. I cannot deny how aesthetically perfect he is but that doesn't cut it for me, not that he would ever like someone like me but still with his attitude I'll pass up the looks. I didn't know him before and I don't care to know him now. The only thing about him that I admired was that he very philanthropic when it comes to word hunger. That man is a complete conundrum but I'm not interested in figuring him out after the way he talked down to me, it was hurtful and embarrassing.
Kate told me that working for him can be very beneficial and that he pays very well and offers great benefits to his entire staff. Just thinking about working for him scares me, if I did one thing wrong he'd probably spank me or whip me with a riding crop.
I'm guessing that all have to go through robot boot camp training to fit his unrealistic standards. Ugh then we met again when he handed me my diploma at my graduation from WSU and I tripped on stage in front of everyone. He helped me up but I could swear he was laughing at me and I just scowled and left directly after. So I guess I am stuck here at SIP for a while. At least the dress code is casual, the other publishing houses required a more elegant wardrobe which I do not have so I can wear jeans here and just dress them up a bit with a nice blouse, boots etc.
Jack has asked me out for drinks with the rest of the small staff here. He said they meet every Friday straight from work at a bar called Fifty's directly across the street. I told him I have plans this evening just so I can avoid being anywhere he is drinking.
If he's in my personal space at work, then I can only imagine when he's drunk how he would be and the thought of that makes me want to throw my guts up repeatedly.