Monday morning I woke up at 8:30 to make it to campus for my 10:00 chemistry class. Mrs. Jones was standing in the kitchen prepping some food when I made my way downstairs.
"Good morning, Miss Grey," she said, cheery as usual.
"Hi Mrs. Jones." I sat at the breakfast bar and pulled the awaiting cup of coffee into my grasp, "Are Christian and Ana gone for work?"
"You just missed them. What would you like for breakfast, dear?"
"Just some cereal. I can get it myself," I answered, taking a big sip of coffee, "I bet Taylor is gone too?"
She nodded, "Do you need him for something? He should be back soon."
"I'm supposed to apologize to him."
"Apparently I breached security and put us all in grave danger according to my dear brother."
Mrs. Jones turned to look at me, leaning against the kitchen counter. I had been hoping to blow off some steam and joke, but something about her look told me she disagreed.
"Yes, I did hear about that. Mr. Grey has all of these rules for a reason, Miss Grey."
"This is true. You did breach security, Miss Grey. And you did put yourself as well as the rest of us in unnecessary danger."
Taylor must have just gotten back from dropping Ana and Christian at work.
"I know, Taylor. I'm sorry. I really am. You know how he is though. He made a much bigger deal out of this than he needed to. You know I don't really need the security."
"That's not either of our decisions to make."
"I know, I know. It's just annoying. It's just because I had a boy with me."
"If I were your brother I wouldn't let any boys near you either. You're far too pretty of a girl and far too naïve."
It felt like a compliment wrapped in an insult, but I wasn't going to argue it. I didn't want Taylor to be angry with me.
"Thank you for the apology though Miss Grey. It counts for something."
I nodded in response.
"Come find me when you're ready to go. Ryan will be going with you to campus today."
I frowned, "Why can't you just come with me?"
"Mr. Grey's orders," he answered, "And he wanted me to give this to you." Taylor slid my phone across the counter, "Just for safety purposes."
"For tracking purposes," I countered.
"Just go get yourself ready for school," Taylor answered, shaking his head.
I turned on my phone when I made it up the stairs to my room. Setting it on the desk, I headed to my closet to find clothes. On the way, I cranked the music on my laptop. It was only 8:47 and I had plenty of time to get ready. My phone buzzed for a full two minutes against the desk, indicating several missed calls and text messages. I waited until I had pulled on a pair of tights, a green dress, boots and a sweater. I was incredibly thankful for my immense wardrobe each morning. My sister had always kept me styling. I braided my hair and let the braid fall over my left shoulder. When I was finished, I checked my phone; 1 call from Mia, 3 calls and several texts from Sara, 1 call from Ellie, 1 call and a few texts from an unknown number. I started sorting through the mess. Sara mostly wanted to know what happened Saturday night, but I would fill her in during class, so I didn't respond. Ellie, my best friend from high school was coming home in two weekends and wanted to make plans to hang out. The unknown number was Logan's. He also wanted to know what happened after he left and when he could see me again.
Sorry this is so late, but everything's ok now! Did everything end up ok with you?- Em
I sent the text message before I gathered my things. I headed downstairs to let Taylor know I was ready.
I'm fine. I've been worried about you. What happened?-Logan
When are you free today? Coffee?-L
That's kind of prohibited. E
Coffee or me?-L
I didn't get the impression that you were the type of girl to strictly follow rules.-L
It depends on the day. ;) E
As if on cue, I received an email from Christian.
From: Christian Grey
Date: September 28, 2011
To: Emmeline Grey
I trust Taylor delivered your phone. Please keep it on you so I will be able to reach you. I'm allowing this privilege for the sake of your safety; please do not abuse this kindness. Stick by Ryan. Do not try to ditch him today.
Also, please remember our discussion regarding Mr. Porter. If you do not oblige, I will be the first to know.
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I felt annoyed by his email and also felt it warranted a response. Once in the backseat of the car, I began typing furiously on my blackberry.
From: Emmeline Grey
Subject: Trust – something which you clearly DO NOT have.
Date: September 28, 2011
To: Christian Grey
I do believe that this privilege is more for you than it is for me. Of course, you must keep tabs on my whereabouts should I try to "ditch" our dear friend Ryan at some point today. Also, I think you should change your email signature. Christian Grey – Over Bearing, Mean, Distrustful, EXREMELY Over Protective Big Brother.
DISCLAIMER: None of those descriptions were meant as compliments.
CEO, Untrustworthy Sister Inc.
Card Carrying Member of the Ditch Your Security Detail Club
It took less than thirty seconds for a response from Christian.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Well aren't you clever?
Date: September 28, 2011
To: Emmeline Grey
Dearest CEO, Untrustworthy Sister Inc.,
Your sarcasm is duly noted. You've been warned. Please do as you are told. I am not joking around regarding Mr. Porter. You are not to see him without my consent.
CEO, E.F.S.L (Emmeline's Future Social Life), which will be nonexistent if she does not comply with the CEO's orders.
I gave up on responding to Christian as we pulled into the parking lot at school.
"Are you going to sit in on my lecture?" I asked Ryan as he opened the door for me.
"Right outside the door, Ma'am."
I rolled my eyes. I hated when he called me 'ma'am.' I was so far from being a ma'am. I was still very much a young woman. At least he wasn't going to follow me into class. That gave me time to talk privately with Sara, unless Christian had bugged my phone. It wasn't an act that was below him, but I shook it off. Surely he wasn't that crazy I thought to myself.
"Can you please just call me Emmeline or even Miss Grey if you need to? Anything but Ma'am?"
"Yes ma'am. I mean, yes, Miss Grey." I headed through the door to my Intro to Chemistry lecture hall thankful that Ryan didn't follow.
"You're alive!" Sara sat up straight in her seat as I sat beside her.
"I'm surprised I made it through Saturday night, too." I took my books out of my bag and sat them on the tiny desk before rooting through my bag for a pen. I settled for a blue one with Grey Enterprises Holding, Inc written on the side. I just couldn't get away from him.
"Well, Logan said he went home with you and your brother freaked."
"Yes and yes," I responded.
"I'm not sure which thing I want to know about first. Ok, yes I do. Logan. Tell me about what happened with Logan."
"He got me really drunk," I started.
"He got both of us pretty drunk," Sara interjected.
"Anyway, I wanted to go home and he wouldn't let me go alone and one thing led to another."
"Oh my god. Did you-?"
"No way! We just made out and stuff and just when it was getting good, Christian showed up. He kicked Logan out and sent me to bed. When I woke up he yelled a little and basically grounded me for the week, whatever that means. I'm allowed school and that's pretty much it. And he said I'm not allowed to see Logan, indefinitely."
"Your brother is a pain in the ass."
"Oh, and our good friend Ryan is back on the job."
"Great. Now no fun will be had whatsoever."
"I'm more worried about seeing Logan. I like him a lot."
"Well he's crazy about you. He was texting me about you all day yesterday."
"Nonsense," I answered, brushing it off.
"Look at the messages if you want. The boy is smitten." She pushed the phone onto my desk.
I vaguely noted that our professor had started class, but Logan's text messages to Sara were far more interesting than a lecture on covalent bonds. I texted Logan
I want to meet up today, but I've got security probs. Feel like learning a little psychology?-E
12:45-2:00 in HB Auditorium –E
I'll bring the coffee-L
I smiled; I was glad that I had found a loophole. I hoped that Ryan wouldn't see him, hoped that Ryan hadn't gotten the chance to commit Logan's face to memory. For the rest of lecture, I settled in to actually paying attention, but found my mind was wandering.
When I arrived to my psychology lecture fifteen minutes early, Logan already occupied a seat in the back row of the room. He gave me a cup of coffee and a grin.
"I'm glad to see you in one piece, Em."
"I could say the same to you. Taylor can be a real hard ass sometimes."
"Your brother is crazy. You know that, right?"
For some reason, the statement felt mean coming from any mouth other than mine.
"I know, but he loves me. That's why he does it."
"And he doesn't want you to see me? Why?"
"I don't know. He's just protective, I guess. I don't intend to ignore you though. He'll let up eventually."
"That's good to hear, Em, because I would love to finish what we started the other night."
His finger barely touched my skin as he moved it across my thigh.
I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. His touch was electric. I had never been overly sexual, but I wanted Logan right here and right now.
"You really shouldn't do that to me. It's not fair."
"What? Are you getting excited or something?"
"You're teasing me."
"You don't even try to and you tease me."
At the end of the lecture, Logan waited with me as the room emptied. Before he left, he leaned in to kiss me. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and got up from his seat.
"I'll see you later, babe."
He flashed me a grin. The smile had reached his beautiful golden eyes and I was left completely disoriented by Logan Porter's charms. My notebook remained empty aside from doodles and to-do lists in my next class and after that, I headed home for the day to resume my grounding.
Christian and I arrived home at the same time, either on purpose or by some odd coincidence. Taylor pulled the SUV in the spot next to Ryan. Christian opened my door before I could do so myself. He greeted me briefly and I slipped out to walk with him up to the apartment.
"Where's Ana?" I asked, disappointed that she wasn't home yet.
"Dinner with Kate," he answered, "It's just you and me tonight."
"Great," I answered, "I assume I'm still grounded?"
Christian nodded and held out his hand. I fished my phone from my bag and gave it to him. Once the elevator reached the top floor, I headed straight for my bedroom. I grabbed the book that I was currently reading, something my Mom had given me last week. It wasn't more than an hour or two before Christian pushed my door open. Dinner was ready. I had kind of been dreading it since I got home. Mrs. Jones made stuffed chicken and asparagus with rice. I sat down with the intention of staying quiet as long as possible. I started eating right away, knowing that Christian wouldn't fault me for doing that.
"How were classes?" he asked as he watched me eat.
"Good," I answered as I took another mouthful.
"Ryan said you were surprisingly well behaved."
"That's good," I replied.
He was still staring at me, which was making me uncomfortable.
"Why aren't you eating? You're being creepy."
"Emmeline, did you communicate with Mr. Porter today?"
I shook my head.
"There were several text messages sent back and forth between your phone and a number that is registered to a Mr. P Porter, your friend's father."
"You didn't say I couldn't text him."
"I'm saying it now and you just lied to me. This is why I cannot trust you."
"If you didn't have such ludicrous rules and regulations I wouldn't have to lie to you. I wouldn't have to go behind your back to do things."
"You saw him today."
I didn't answer him. Yes, fuck it. I did see him and I don't regret it. I folded my arm across my chest.
"Ask Ryan if I did."
I wanted to stick out my tongue, but I didn't.
"Unfortunately, Ryan doesn't know you as well as I do."
"I'm not hungry anymore."
I pushed my plate towards the center of the table and stood up.
"You're not finished eating. Sit down," Christian ordered.
"I'm not hungry," I repeated.
"I said sit down. You are not leaving this table until I say so."
"Why are you being like this? I can make my own decisions. You can't expect me to blindly follow you anymore. I'm not a little girl."
"Sit, Emmeline," he answered, "I asked you not to see him anymore."
"I can't tell you that. Can't you just do as I ask?"
"No, I won't do it. I don't care what you say, Christian. Logan is a nice guy."
"Nice guys don't try to have sex with a girl the first time that they meet her."
"He didn't, not that it's any of your business and I'm not going to stop seeing him just because you're insane."
"Ryan will start attending classes with you then."
"Sometimes I really hate you."
I started to storm off, but before I reached the next room, he had a hand on my arm.
"As I told you, you will not leave this table until I allow it. Sit down and finish your dinner."
I tried to pull his hand off of me.
"Christian, let go."
He grabbed my other wrist.
"I am not joking around, Emmeline. Sit down and finish your dinner."
He was staring into my eyes, waiting for me to submit. I nodded and Christian released my arms. I rubbed the red mark on my left arm as I sat across from him. Silently, we finished our dinner and I waited to be excused.