I am updating this chapter already to change Payton's name to Ana's.I was just using Christian's Grey character because I loved him and his development in the book but a couple of concerned readers suggested I change at least Payton's name to Ana's to make it better. I also had updated this earlier but forgot to "post" the new chapter so sorry for the confused reviews! I just now noticed I hadn't posted it yet. As always enjoy. So So sorry for the confusion! This Ana is a completely different character from the Fifty shades trilogy also!
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Christian Grey stood in Elena's kitchen wishing he had just declined the invitation to her salon party but the damn woman wouldn't give it a rest. It was odd that he didn't recognize some of the employees attending and the young women all seemed to look the same. In fact they all looked like his picks for submissives. Fucking Elena. He went in search for her when he saw her talking on the phone. Her face was filled with fear or sadness. She was one woman he had trouble reading. She hung up the phone to see him standing there and he could perceive that the situation was serious.
"Everything okay Elena?" He asked with a hint of annoyance.
"No. Actually it's not." She responded but they were interrupted by the sound of her doorbell. There it was again, the fear reappeared on her face. He followed her to the door and she didn't seem to mind. They opened the door to see a young woman, dressed to the nines, and her attention glued to her phone.
"Elena Lincoln?" She asked and he could feel her confidence or ego from where he stood. Most likely ego, her stance and posture screamed it. She was about 5'11 in heels, thin, and her brown wavy hair fell just below her shoulders. She glanced at him after he studied her for too long and she smirked at him as if his eye fucking of her was amusing.
"Yes. Please follow me to my study." Elena motioned for her to come in and she led the way to her study. He walked behind the young woman who wore high waisted black pants, red belt, and a white and black polka dot button up. A Rolex decorated her wrist and she was an enigma. She looked as if she was around the same age as him about 25 or 28 max but she shouted wealthy. Maybe you're not the only extremely successful 20 something year old in Seattle. Trust fund baby. He thought to himself as he stared at her ass while she walked. They all entered the study when the young woman turned to him.
"Do you need him to be here?" She asked Elena and her question interrupted her thoughts.
"Oh, no. He doesn't. I'll talk to you about this later." She threw a hand motion for him to leave and it too much reminded him of when she was his Dom. He hated that she still felt as though that dynamic still existed. He was a Dom now and he was much more powerful than she would ever be; although, he did owe some of it to her. The young woman closed the door and he stood right outside because now his curiosity was killing him.
"Who told you?" He heard Elena ask.
"His most current Dominant called me right after the death for me to rid his apartment of any articles or objects that were associated with the lifestyle. Within this search, we found your information along with two other ex Dominants. I have visited with the two other exes who have given me all of their information in regards to the lifestyle. This would include anyone who knew about your relationship with Mr. Hudson. His father knew of this lifestyle and is willing to pay any amount of money to have this remain a secret; although, if money is not your settlement then I will come after you, your associates, and your financials until you agree." He could hear Elena begin to whimper a bit and he admired the young woman for her ability to intimidate Elena. That's when the anxiety hit him that he knew of Jeremy Hudson being her submissive. She couldn't dig too much deeper because it would ultimately lead her to him. He forced the door open as both women turned around at his disruption.
"I knew of their relationship. I walked in once on them here at which point I made her explain everything to me." He spat out and there was that amused look on her face. It was really beginning to piss him off.
"May I ask who you are?" She stuck her hand out for a handshake and he generally intimidated women or at least made them react in some way but she remained calm and collected.
"I'm Anastasia Steele Mr. Grey and there is no need to lie here. I know of your involvement in the lifestyle also." His mouth dropped at her statement and now his wrath was seeping out of him. He worked damn hard to keep his life a secret and how the fuck this bitch found out enraged him.
"How the fuck do you know about it?" He yelled at her. She showed no fear which enraged him even more and he stepped closer to her so they were only inches apart.
"I am not one of your submissives Mr. Grey. Don't speak to me like that. It looks like Mr. Hudson kept a little black book of "players" in the lifestyle. You were one of the names noted. Now, I can obviously tell that both of you would like this information to remain confidential. I would like for you to sign these NDA's and I will leave you alone until the next scandal either of you may be involved in." His anger transferred to Elena for being so stupid to tell Jeremy anything about them. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
"I would like to read over the contract before I sign any of it." He watched her pull the contracts out of her bag and put one on the desk and hand one to him.
"I understand. I want both of these contracts signed and given to me by noon tomorrow or I will come after you both and as hard as this may be for you to believe Mr. Grey. I have friends in higher places than you. Thank you for saving me a trip to your office building Mr. Grey." She walked out into the hallway and towards the door where he followed her out.
"I want to know all of the information you have on me now!" He yelled at her again and he watched her just shake her head.
"I would have figured that you could keep yourself in check Mr. Grey." She didn't turn around and he wanted to take her over his knee right there. No woman had ever spoken to him like that besides Elena and she was the only one. Never would he allow it again. He pinned her against the door and she was shocked but not frightened or amused. She raised her hands to push him away and when they were about to touch his chest when her expression changed and she dropped them quickly. He felt the wind being knocked out of him and he pulled back from her.
"Which one?" He yelled again to see the first emotion from her since she had come. She almost seemed upset with herself and he knew he had finally broken her a little. She cleared her throat.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" She began to straighten her pants and open the door.
"Well, only my subs knew about that so you must have talked to one of them. I will do a background check and come after you." He watched her turn and step forward to match his threat.
"I figured you would so let me tell you what it's going to say. My mother joined a religious cult after my father's passing where she was murdered and I was abused. I was then thrown into the foster care system when I was 15. I worked my ass off to get into college and I worked my ass off to be where I'm at now. Not all of us could be saved by a woman in white." She watched him to see what his reaction would be and he wished he could have held back the appalled expression his face now wore. Not only did she have a fucked up childhood but she also knew more information about him than he thought. No, she knew everything. It took him a while to register the situation and by the time he did she was already to her car.
"Fuck Elena!" He screamed and he turned to see her hiding in the corner looking frightened.
"Why the fuck did you tell Jeremy anything about us?" His chest was viciously shaking and he needed a sub. He needed someone to punish for this fuck up.
"I loved him Christian, now leave me alone!" She screamed back as she ran upstairs.
He quickly called Taylor to pick him up and as soon as he got into the car he grabbed his phone.
"Welch! I need a background check done immediately on a Anastasia Steele and I want everything you can find on her. Any social media accounts, her known associates, and all of her financials." Welch couldn't get a word in before he slammed the phone down. His breathing slowed finally the more that Taylor drove but god damn it he needed sex. He needed to punish someone. It should be that bitch Payton.
Ana sat in the car after her exchange with Christian Grey and Elena. Her heart was pounding and it took her a second of sitting in the car to recompose herself. She turned the car on and pulled out of the driveway when she saw Christian getting into his car in her rearview mirror. He was much more handsome in person than in all of the pictures she had seen and Ashley was right about his presence. It exuded power but she had mostly been witness to a frightened man in there. She picked up her phone before dialing her assistant to update her on the situation along with the rest of her group. It was getting late and she knew that Christian was probably ordering a background check right now. Little did he know that she lived in the same building as him but he would find out soon enough. Well, that was one disaster avoided at least for now. She thought to herself as she drove back into the city. It actually surprised her that this was the first time their paths had crossed. He had managed to keep himself out of most scandal and not need her expertise, at least not yet. She usually didn't second guess her decisions but telling him about her past at least kept her in control of the information unlike him. The fact that she hesitated in front of him bothered her but Ashley had told her about his extreme aversion to touch. Why did you care? You should have touched the asshole more than once, but she knew what rough pasts did to people. She knew what certain triggers were for memories and she knew the amount of loathing she hated when she had to recall certain things. He didn't deserve her to trigger anything. She pulled into the parking garage absolutely exhausted between the 2 am notice of Jeremy Hudson's death. He was a talk show host on Wake Up Seattle that everyone loved though the more she kept finding out other's secrets the more cynical she kept becoming. This wasn't the industry for someone who already had trust issues but she thrived in it. She pushed her floor button on the elevator and leaned back against the cold glass. It felt good, refreshing even and a glass of wine was calling her name. She entered her apartment and threw her purse and keys on the kitchen island. She sat at the table as she removed her heels and then walked to her room to change. Her shoulders were tense and she realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast. She threw on some silk shorts and tank top before heading into her kitchen. Her refrigerator was full again as her assistant had done the grocery shopping this morning. She grabbed an onion, spinach, and cucumbers to make a quick salad and then grabbed some premade chicken breasts to heat up. As her chicken was heating in the microwave she grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass. The first sip stripped away her first layer of tension while the second just helped her breathe easier. The alarm on the microwave brought her out of her alcohol bliss and she brought the food to her table and began to eat. Of course she was alone as she usually was at night. Sometimes it bothered her and sometimes it comforted her. When you have no one around at least you avoid the potential hurt from those hypothetical people. Her mind was filled with the sounds of her chewing and she turned on her T.V for some background noise. The city looked beautiful at night especially the view her residence had. She finished her dinner before sitting on her couch with a blanket and her glass of wine. The news was on with a report on Jeremy Hudson's death. She laughed at the fact that most of the statements of his death were not true. Yes, he did die in Mexico but not from a heart attack because he had an unknown heart condition. He died from a drug overdose as he was banging an 18 year old on spring break. A loud pounding on her door made her stand up and she figured it was most likely Christian. She looked through the peep hole to see his beautiful face. Some people shouldn't be that good looking. She went to go and put her robe on and then decided against it. She needed to control this exchange and she could if she immediately threw him off from the beginning. Her shorts were short enough and the tank top dipped low enough to at least gain quick control. She opened the door to see his surprise at her outfit. He stuttered for a moment and again she felt amused at how easily he could be distracted. She figured he was used to throwing around that brilliant smile of his and he would distract women that way gaining control of each exchange. They were much more similar than she thought.
"Christian." She spoke calmly and he was now taller than earlier as she stood without heels on.
"Uh. I would like to talk to you." He kept looking at her chest and she scoffed at his lack of tact.
"You can come to my office then when it opens at 9am tomorrow." She could tell it bothered him how composed she kept herself and then he noticed why she had answered the door like this. He stepped back for a minute and it was now his move.
"I would like to talk to you now. I have a very busy day tomorrow and I would like to go over this contract with you now." Nicely played. She watched him to see if he would change his mind and then she shrugged her shoulders.
"Come in." She turned and walked over to her glass of wine as she turned the T.V off.
"So you're a fixer." He commented as he pulled a wine glass out and poured wine.
"And you're too comfortable in my apartment Mr. Grey. Let's sit at the table." She lowered herself in the seat.
"Yes, I'm a fixer. Technically I can be grouped in Public Relations and Communications but in all reality I fix situations for the wealthy." He sat down across from her and she noticed his presence of power had returned. His shoulders were upright and his stare was strong.
"You don't seem too put off by the lifestyle. Are you in it?" She couldn't figure out why he felt the need to ask the question. It wasn't relevant to any of the information they were going to go over.
"My sex life is none of your business." She took another sip of wine and he still watched her intently. She could feel his need for a sexual release from across the table.
"It is when mine has become yours." She shook her head at his comment and it was a chess game of sorts. They both made a move and then monitored the others reaction to see who was really winning.
"No, Mr. Grey. It just means you made a mistake along the way." He didn't intimidate her but he did turn her on. His broad shoulders and grey eyes not to mention that copper hair. His intelligence and power he exuded did it the most for her. She generally wasn't attracted to someone just by aesthetics but he wasn't all aesthetics.
"Are you willing to tell me which of my subs you have been talking to? They all signed an NDA." He was on a fishing expedition and he thought the ruse of going over the contract and his presence in general would get it out of her.
"She didn't tell me. I found the NDA and the contract by accident." He laughed at her response knowing it was a lie.
"You know I will find out." He cocked his head to the side and flashed those white teeth at her.
Her cheeks raised a little as she was becoming entertained by his efforts.
"I know you will try. Now, I'll go over the contract for you." He stood and shook his head.
"You know what. I think I'll be fine with my lawyer." He told her and she stood with him.
"Good because I'm tired." She could tell he was disappointed. She wasn't quite sure what he was expecting out of this visit besides trying to read her better. She followed him to the door when he turned around.
"You were a little harsh on Elena earlier today don't you think? Considering that she had just lost someone." He glared at her and she figured she might as well tease him before he left. He needed to know that she was an equally matched opponent for him.
She bit her lower lip a little and smiled at him. "That's funny to hear that from you. I thought you liked it rough." She opened the door and could tell he was angry again but she figured his current sub could appease him. He walked out and into the elevator without looking back and she closed the door. Her heart was pounding again and hands were sweating. She walked over to the wall and shut all of the lights off before climbing into bed. It swallowed her easily and she couldn't rid Christian from her thoughts: the thought of his naked body with a whip and the kiss of his lips all over hers. She began to touch herself as the thoughts came at her on overdrive. She was getting so close when her phone started to ring.
Breathless and frustrated, she picked up the phone and saw it was her assistant.
"What?" She spat out and then felt bad for her irritated response.
"Elena Lincoln has been murdered." Ana sat straight up in bed in shock.