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Chapter 14

I have to get out. The walls of my apartment feel like they’re closing in on me. I can feel the weight of the brick pressing down, crushing me. If I stay inside I will fucking lose it.

I can’t believe I nearly punched Elliot. For the briefest of moments, I really wanted to beat the shit out of him. My own brother! I haven’t felt this out of control since I was 15. Since before Elena. I don’t want to feel that again. I can’t.

So I run. I pound the streets, pushing myself harder and harder, but I keep seeing Elliot’s face: the shock and hurt in his eyes. I can’t outrun that.

I haven’t really taken any notice of where I’ve been running so I’m surprised to find that I’ve ended up in mid-town, near McCaw Hall. I’ve been here many times for the opera, often birthday treats for Mia. Thinking about my little sister helps calm me down. Her no bullshit approach cuts through all the crap: I admire that about her, even though it’s fucking irritating at times. The run has calmed me, somewhat: I manage to gain some perspective on the incident with Elliot. Fact is, I didn’t hit him, even though I wanted to. So I didn’t completely lose it.

The thought is of fleeting comfort. I need to get a grip. I hope Elena can help. In fact, I’m counting on her. Again.

*   *  *  *

Saturday morning and after spending a couple of hours working out in a gym I’ve found half a dozen blocks away, I have an appointment with a realtor. There’s an apartment I’m interested in. I take some pride in the fact that I can afford to buy it for cash. The place I’m in at the moment is beginning to feel claustrophobic. But I have a more pressing motive: the new place, if I like it, has underground parking, which makes it much more private. I can avoid the press who are taking too close an interest in the continuing success of GEH; more importantly, it will give me the privacy I need if I’m going to have my own sub. The idea is very attractive.

I’m five minutes early for the appointment so I lean against the wall, my gym bag at my feet, and enjoy a rare moment of peace in the mild Spring air.

I spot the realtor before she’s killed the engine of her electric blue Corvette. In her thirties, she’s wearing a burgundy power suit and five inch heels. I wonder in passing how she manages to drive safely in those shoes. She glances at her Rolex and frowns. I’m amused by her irritation: she hasn’t realised that her appointment arrived before her and is currently lounging in the sun, ten feet away. It must be the Aviator shades.

I decide to put her out of her misery.

“Miss Roberts?”

She turns and stares.

“Yes?”

“Christian Grey.”

He mouth hangs open.

“You’re Christian Grey?”

I frown. I really don’t like repeating myself.

“Yes. The penthouse?”

She gathers her scattered wits, openly staring at me. Maybe it’s not the shades; maybe it’s the jeans and T-shirt. Whatever.

“Of course, Mr Grey. This way, sir.”

She fumbles the key and manages to drop it on the sidewalk. She doesn’t see me roll my eyes as I bend down to retrieve it for her.

“Oh, thank you! So clumsy. Please, call me Portia.”

I don’t care if your name is Titania! Just show me the fucking apartment!

The lobby is small, but calming in polished granite and there are two elevators. Although the building is only ten floors, there are 37 apartments: nine storeys with corner units, plus the penthouse.

In the elevator Miss Roberts starts fanning herself.

“It’s a little hot in here,” she murmurs.

I can’t say I’d noticed.

The elevator doors open into a small vestibule facing a plain, white door. Miss Roberts seems a little shaky. Too much caffeine or not enough?

Once through the door, she seems to snap out of it and launches into her sales patter.

“You’ll see this delightful penthouse has been furbished to a high standard with nearly 4,000 square feet of living space, and two en-suite guest bedrooms. There’s an underground garage and state of the art security with CCTV, managed off-site. Let me show you the master bedroom: it has stunning views over the city.”

She touches my arm in what’s meant to be a flirty gesture. I freeze, then take a step away, out of her reach. A look of confusion crosses her face. She blushes, then continues with her spiel.

“The kitchen has every convenience and…”

“I didn’t see a freight elevator?”

She’s thrown by my interruption.

“Er, yes, there’s a large freight elevator to the rear.” She hesitates but her curiosity gets the better of her. “Did you have a particular reason for asking?”

“Yes.”

She waits for me to reply but it’s really none of her business and I have another question.

“How good is the sound proofing?”

She blinks, surprised by my question, no doubt. “Er, well, let me see.” She hastily scans through her notes. She should fucking know this! “I’m sure you won’t find a problem with traffic noise up here…”

“I have a piano,” I explain, irritated with her ineptitude. Well, I don’t have a piano yet, but I plan to.

“Oh!”

She looks surprised again. Her eyes flick back to me, reassessing rapidly. “Well, we can check for sound leakage but my notes say that resonant absorbers have been incorporated into the build.”

“Good enough. I assume the apartment is available immediately?”

“Well, yes, subject to validation of your mortgage agreement.”

“No mortgage.”

“Excuse me.”

“I don’t have a mortgage. No loan agreement.”

She looks stunned then annoyed. “Mr Grey, this apartment is on the market for $1.7 million.”

“I’ll pay you $1.55. Cash.”

She gasps. “Cash? Well, I…”

“Speak to the owner, Miss Roberts. I want an answer on Monday morning: or I’ll withdraw my offer. You have my cell number.”

She looks faint. Oh, for fucks sake! This is your job!

“Of… of course!”

We return to the lobby in silence.

As I sling my gym bag over one shoulder and saunter down the sidewalk pleased with my latest acquisition, Miss Roberts is still standing in the street.

*  *  *  *

When I get back home, my apartment looks small and shabby by comparison. I really can’t wait to get out of here.

I fire up my laptop and am surprised to find an email from Elena.

 

From: Elena Lincoln

Subject: Re: Dinner

Date: March 13 2004

To: Christian Grey

 

Change of plan. I think I’ve found what you’re looking for – as previously discussed. I’ll pick you up 7.30pm.

 

Elena

Elena Lincoln

MD, Escala Salons Inc.

 

I’m irritated that she’s changing our dinner plans but I can’t be bothered to argue. Not today.

I work for several hours, order a chicken salad from a nearby deli for lunch, then work on through into the evening. When I finally stand and stretch, it’s already 7pm.

I shower quickly and dress in my usual off-duty uniform of black jeans, white shirt and black jacket.

My cell rings exactly at 7.30pm.

“I’m outside, Christian.”

I run down the stairs and find Elena double parked.

She’s dressed in her usual severe style: black cocktail dress, diamond earrings.

“Your hair is damp.”

“Showers tend to do that, Elena.”

“Hmm.”

“So where are we going?” I’m irritated that I have to ask.

“A new club.”

“Christ, Elena! You know I can’t go somewhere like that anymore!”

“Don’t snap at me, Christian. CK’s is an exclusive club for people who can afford it. Invitation only. You need a sub: this is where we’ll find one. I’ve spoken to Christine, and she’s arranged for you to interview two possibilities.”

“Christine?”

“The owner. Very discreet.”

Our destination is a large, colonial style house a few minutes from the Greenlake Bar and Grill, the kind of genteel place a minor politician would aspire to. There are a number of expensive cars parked outside: mostly European marques, BMWs and Mercedes.

A doorman who looks like he’s doubling as security opens the door and studies Elena’s letter of introduction before granting us entry.

“Mrs Lincoln and Mr Grey, ma’am.”

A tall woman with a glossy, black bob strolls out to meet us. Her movement is that of a catwalk model: feline and predatory. I assume this is Christine.

“Welcome to CK’s,” she purrs, examining us closely. “How nice to see you again, Mrs Lincoln. I believe you’ll both be selecting submissives this evening?”

“If we can find suitable matches,” says Elena coolly.

“Of course, Mrs Lincoln. Your preferences were noted on acceptance of your application.”

She turns to address me directly. “Mrs Lincoln has advised that you are considering joining our… let’s call it our subscription service. She has outlined what you’re looking for, but I prefer to conduct one-to-one interviews myself.”

I shrug. “Elena knows my tastes.”

“Indeed!”

She snaps her fingers and a waiter brings each of us a glass of chilled champagne.

“Your good health, Mrs Lincoln, Mr Grey.”

We raise our glasses to her toast then she leads us inside.

CK’s is the last word in opulence. Soft leather couches line the small, intimate booths, and Chopin’s Nocturne Opus in E flat major is playing softly in the background. Men and women sit in pairs or small groups, chatting and eating dinner. A large chandelier hangs from a ceiling rose in the centre of the room, and each table is lit by a Tiffany’s lamp. It’s more like a members’ only dining club than a BDSM recruitment centre. But I like it: it’s soothing.

Christine catches my eye.

“How much has Mrs Lincoln told you about our service, Mr Grey?”

“Not much.”

“Well, let me explain: I vet applications from members for both Dominants and Submissives. I interview all members personally and then match people for their preferences. It’s an introductory service, if you will, although I must say that our chef has two Michelin stars and we stock an excellent selection of wines in our cellar.”

She signals to a man of about my age.

“Mrs Lincoln, Marcus will show you to one of our meeting rooms so you can interview your shortlisted submissives.”

Elena smiles and takes Marcus’ willing arm, leaving me with Christine.

“How long have you known Mrs Lincoln?”

“A while.”

She pauses. “I see. Well, Mr Grey, if you’ll follow me…”

She leads me into a large, attractive office. The furniture is rather heavy and Victorian for my tastes but it fits in with the general décor and everything is of the best quality. She sits behind the vast, ebony desk and waves me to a chair.

“Mrs Lincoln has given me an outline of what you’re looking for.” She checks her notes. “Between 25 and 35, slim, petite, brunette. Long hair preferred.” She looks up. “Anything else?”

“Nobody with dependents.”

“Hmm. Well, one candidate I was going to suggest, Sonya, has said that she’s the owner of a Border terrier called Vixen. Interesting name. Does that count?” She raises her eyebrows.

“Only if the dog wants to watch.”

She laughs out loud at my response. “Indeed! Well, if you could just run your eyes over this list, Mr Grey. Cross out anything that is a hard limit for you.”

The form is very comprehensive and I’m pleased that Christine is so thorough. I delete a total of nine acts. She glances through my amendments.

“No acts involving breath control? No threesomes? Those are usually quite popular.”

I shake my head. Too hard to control safely.

“Anything else? Anything not mentioned on the list?”

“Just the dependents, as I mentioned.”

“Noted. Well, I do have two possible candidates that I’d like you to meet, based on the profile Mrs Lincoln gave me. She does seem to know you rather well.” She pauses again. “May I speak frankly, Mr Grey?”

I’m surprised by her question.

“I thought we were speaking frankly, Christine.”

She smiles. “Indeed. I don’t wish to be… personal… but I do have some concerns.”

“I’m intrigued.”

“Forgive me, Mr Grey, but I take it you were… trained by Mrs Lincoln?”

I nod, suddenly uncomfortable: where is she going with this?

“I thought so. Mr Grey, I have been in this business for… well, more years that I am prepared to admit to, and I have met a number of Dominants like Mrs Lincoln. My own training, however, was more… sensitive.”

I really have no idea what she’s fucking talking about. More sensitive with a whip? More sensitive with a cane?

“Yes, I see how that may sound rather contradictory but my belief is that a dom is responsible for their sub’s emotional and spiritual well-being, as well as their physical health. It’s not about control: it’s about trust. It’s not pain: it’s about sensation. A submissive must trust that his or her dominant has their best interests at heart. It’s not just about personal gratification and sexual dominance. Your duty as a dom is to keep your submissive safe, healthy and, dare I say it, happy. Your responsibility, your duty is to protect your sub, not to break her spirit.”

Her words are revelatory. “I want to protect her. I mean… I want to protect my submissive.”

It’s true: I realise that I want to protect. That’s important to me. And I can’t help questioning how much Elena did that. She certainly didn’t protect me in Boston when she let that stranger touch me. I shiver at the memory and Christine fixes me with a penetrating gaze.

“Well, it seems we’re on the same page after all, Mr Grey. This surprises me. And I’m not a woman that it’s easy to surprise.”

I sit back, forcing myself to control my emotions, taking a sip of champagne to mask my feelings.

“If we manage to match you up tonight, Mr Grey, the annual membership will be $25,000: a finder’s fee, you might say.”

“Of course.”

“Good! Well, then, please follow me and I’ll introduce you to the first candidate. He name is Kirsten and she’s 32. She’s an experienced submissive. Her last dominant moved to Florida, hence her present situation. Here’s her application form. Oh, and she’s not in role at present. I prefer first meetings to be… neutral.”

I scan my eyes through the details. “She’s a social worker?”

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Not at all.” In fact I rather like the idea that she’s the nurturing type.

Christine opens a door into another room. This one is smaller, but still very much an office. A woman with soft, hazel eyes smiles pleasantly at me. My eyes are drawn to her long, wavy brown hair. She stifles a soft gasp when she sees me. I frown. What’s her problem?

“Kirsten, this is Mr Grey.”

“Hello, sir.”

“Well, I’ll leave you two to talk. Mr Grey, come back to my office when you’re finished.”

Christine leaves and I take a seat and turn to face Kirsten.

“Good to meet you, Kirsten. I’d like to ask you about your former dominant. How long were you with him?”

“Seven years. He wanted me to go to Florida with him, but my family and friends are here. And I didn’t think I could stand the humidity down there.”

“You’re from Seattle?”

“New York originally. But I’ve lived here since I was 22.”

“And you have no dependents?” I already know the form says not, but I have to check.

“No, sir.”

“Good. This is my list of hard limits: is there anything you want to add to it?”

I’m pleased to see she reads it through carefully.

“No, that’s fine, sir.”

“And you’d be available every weekend, if required?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How soon would you be available?”

“Immediately, sir. I’ve missed… playing.”

Her words really fucking turn me on. Several scenes spring to mind and I wonder if I could convert one of the guest rooms in the apartment into a playroom. Hmm. Probably best to improvise: my family… well, Mia mostly, is so fucking nosy, that she’ll want to look in every room. If I have one kept locked, she’s bound to ask questions.

I realise Kirsten is still looking at me. I clear my throat.

“Do you have any questions for me?”

“I was wondering… pardon me for speaking frankly, but you look very… young. Have you done this before? Sir?”

“Yes, Kirsten, I have.”

She waits for me to continue but that’s enough fucking information. I stare back at her and she immediately drops her eyes. Her lips part and her breathing hitches slightly: I can tell she’s excited. Fuck! That’s arousing!

I stand up before things go any further.

“Thank you, Kirsten. I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, sir,” she whispers.

I walk out and take a deep, steadying breath, then make my way back to Christine’s office.

I knock and walk in.

“Ah, Mr Grey. How did you find Kirsten? Would you like to meet Sonya now?”

“No, Kirsten is… fine. I’d like to try a one month contract.”

“One month? I normally recommend three: it gives you a better chance of deciding if you’re compatible in the longer term.”

“Fine: three months.”

“Excellent! And when would you like her to start?”

“I hope to be moving into a new apartment in a couple of weeks. I’ll contact you.”

I take my credit card out of my wallet and hand it over.

She runs it through a machine and passes it back, a slight smile on her face. Then she stands and we shake hands.

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr Grey. I’ll escort you back to the main room. Mrs Lincoln is waiting for you.”

“Thank you. I’ll find my own way.”

“As you wish. Until next time, Mr Grey.”

I find Elena sitting in one of the booths, studying a menu.

“I’ve ordered for us, Christian. Oh, don’t look at me like that! I know what you like! Well, did you find a suitable sub?”

“Yes. Did you?”

“Possibly. We’re still negotiating the hard limits. I saw two: neither were prepared to go as far as you did, Christian.”

Her words make me uncomfortable and I’m reminded of Christine’s comments about her own training, and about the role of a dominant.

“You were a marvellous submissive, Christian. Are you sure I can’t tempt you back?”

“No, you fucking can’t, Elena.”

She laughs lightly. “Just checking, Christian. Oh well, I could try them out, I suppose. I can be very persuasive, can’t I?”

She laughs again. “More champagne?”

 

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62 Comments Post a comment
  1. 08/13/2012
    Nan Virden

    Love the new Dominate to be. Just as I suspected. Elena trained the heart out of him. Taught him wrong; selfishly. Hope he takes Christine’s words to heart and learns from them.

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  2. 08/13/2012
    claire

    Great chapter. enjoying this fic liking seeing how he started out in business and with his subs. Elena doesnt give up does she! Look forward to more soom

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  3. 08/13/2012

    That was… stimulating. I’m looking forward to learning more about how his first contracted sub relationship proceeds.
    Poor Portia!

    Thank you as always Jane and TBM! Made my afternoon.

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  4. 08/13/2012

    This chapter is akin to watching a snake charmer. It was difficult to even blink. Now if only I could identify which was the snake and which was the charmer. Would you agree that Christian could be said to have a version of Stockholm Syndrome? As always, huge thanks, Jane. And Lisa, my love, you are the Olympic athlete of staying up late for your fans and friends.

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  5. 08/13/2012
    BLC

    I can only echo Nanette and Karen’s sentiments as expressed so well above. I’m still on my knees begging for more– much, much more!

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  6. 08/13/2012
    Sonya

    Damn you, Kirsten!!

    Fabulous, as usual! Love Christine’s perceptiveness.

    LOL’d at Mia traipsing through every room in the penthouse. Cause you KNOW she did when they got to see it.

    This made Monday that much more bearable. Thank you, Jane! Thank you, Blog Mistress!!

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  7. 08/13/2012
    Lillimarlene

    Great and very perceptive writing. Maybe Christian’s relationships with the 15, though imperfect are actually an important part of his emotional development. Christine has given good advice, BDSM is not always about power and control but also trust and surrender. What a shame that Elena’s influence over him lasts for so long.

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  8. 08/13/2012
    Katherine

    excellent – don’t know which of your stories I like best, they are all fantastic
    Looking forward to more

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  9. 08/13/2012
    edwina

    You may sleep now only cause we want More please

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  10. 08/13/2012
    Mericat

    Absolutely wonderful. I like that Ana’s Christian is in this young person, beginning to get a glimpse that as a sub trainer, she wasn’t right. Can’t wait for new post. It’s been a long wait, but it’s worth it. Hope you are doing better

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  11. 08/13/2012
    Arella Whie

    I loved this chapter. I hope Christian can finally calm down a bit now. He needs too.

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  12. 08/13/2012
    nuwriter

    As usual I wait on pins and needles for updates on this one. Always worth the wait, though. Christian perhaps finally seeing Elena for what/who she really is.

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  13. 08/13/2012
    Jamoca

    huh….sad to say Jane but i so want to re-read FSOG again….i feel if i start reading again i will really love Christian more…(there is that word again)………FSOG really was just a skeleton of what he really is then with your amazing mind you continue to give him life…..Thank you!

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  14. 08/14/2012
    Bing

    I love it when Christian “shows off” – no mortgage, hah! Hhmmm, where did my baby stash his Aviators? Time for a little fun! Thank you, Jane…it’s “After Twenty” that I lie awake for…

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  15. 08/14/2012
    Brooke

    That was great, great, great. CG the early years is by far my favorite of your stories, please keep writing this one. I love how Christine had to inform CG that he had to take care of his sub, unlike Elena does. Wow I would love to not have a mortgage, that must be nice. Every time I read your stories it make CG more and more real to me. I don’t know if I should worry about that. Ah well! Keep the story going, i can’t wait to read more CG the early years. Thanks again!

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  16. 08/14/2012
    Gunchsmom

    Love getting to know the early Christian. How sad that Elena beat the heart right out of him. Nonetheless a definite bright spot to my Monday.

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    • 08/14/2012
      sunandsurf

      Your comment made me shiver: ‘beat the heart out of him’ – such a cool way of putting it. So apt. On the money, Ms Gunch.

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      • 08/15/2012
        Sophie Fitzherbert

        I second the motion!

  17. 08/14/2012

    What a wonderful find! Love 50 and am so happy to discover these new chapters of his life.

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    • 08/14/2012
      sunandsurf

      Oh, that’s good to hear, Ms Grape. Come back and see us at the weekend – for a new Taylor chapter!

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      • 08/15/2012
        Sophie Fitzherbert

        Can’t wait for the weekend!
        What a nice read to weak up on a Wednesday morning. This has become my “routine” after checking mails. This is the Christian that we have come to adore. I like that Christine gave a “semi” lecture to Grey, she was one tough cookie, too! Elena is just herself and I hate her on how she talks to Christian, yes she knows him better than anybody else but she doesn’t have to flash that in neon lights! C’mon Elena, slow down! Argh, the Bitch Troll that she is! Oh well, another great story line and waiting for more.

      • 08/16/2012
        sunandsurf

        Thanks, Sophie. Yes, Christian needed to know that Elena’s version of being a Domme wasn’t the only way. Kirsten will different…

    • 08/14/2012
      sunandsurf

      Glad you’re enjoying them.

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  18. 08/14/2012

    sun and surf……… promises promises, i await with baited breath untill the weekend 🙂

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    • 08/14/2012
      sunandsurf

      Delayed gratification, baby. Helping you to learn control! 😉

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  19. 08/14/2012
    SarahB

    Just found your site, love the story. Great insights into C as a young man. I cannot wait for more – particularly more explicit 🙂

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    • 08/15/2012
      sunandsurf

      Naughty, sweet girl!

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      • 08/17/2012
        SarahB

        Naughty yes, sweet, that’s debatable…

  20. 08/15/2012
    Vicki

    I LOVE LOVE LOVE How you take the story back to the beginning so its all put in perspective i am absolutly hooked THANKYOU !!!!!

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    • 08/15/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thanks, Vicki. Loving the love!

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  21. 08/15/2012
    Holly

    Great chapter. Can’t wait to see him with his first reg sub. Oh by the wait I hate the witch troll Elena!!

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    • 08/15/2012
      sunandsurf

      You don’t like Elena? How odd. He he!

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  22. 08/15/2012
    Sophie Fitzherbert

    Oh,by the way, what happened to Elliot? Is there some kind of a continuation on what he thinks about him almost punched by his brother?

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    • 08/16/2012
      sunandsurf

      He can’t face Elliot yet. But he’ll have to address it.

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      • 08/17/2012
        Sophie Fitzherbert

        That’s good to hear and besides Christian won’t allow himself to be “at war” with his Elliot. He adores his family so much.

  23. 08/16/2012
    laura

    So glad i found this!!! Absolutely love it!!!

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    • 08/16/2012
      sunandsurf

      Welcome, Laura!

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  24. 08/16/2012
    Candy

    This is the best fic out. Such insight that leads to the Christian we know. When will you update?

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    • 08/17/2012
      sunandsurf

      Hiya, got a bit delayed this week – but soon!

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  25. 08/17/2012
    Alonna

    This is great i love your story just wondering when the next update will be?

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    • 08/17/2012
      sunandsurf

      As soon as poss – promise!

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  26. 08/18/2012

    i find christian grey a very interesting character!

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      I like your pen-name!

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  27. 08/19/2012
    Shimrit

    Love it!
    Are you going to write this story until the day Christian meets Anna?

    The Dr. Flinn and Taylor story are great too!

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    • 08/19/2012
      sunandsurf

      Sure! Why not?!

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  28. 08/20/2012
    laura

    When can we have more?????

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  29. 08/21/2012

    Loving the young C, real a insight into where it all begain… thanks

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    • 08/22/2012
      sunandsurf

      I’m fascinated with how he built up his business, especially with all the shit he has in his head. Is anyone else writing this? If so, I haven’t seen it…

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      • 08/22/2012
        laura

        Ive not found anything like this! Im in need of more and will admit this has become an obsession! Feed my need!!!

      • 08/23/2012
        sunandsurf

        You got it!

      • 08/22/2012
        Lillimarlene

        Jane, I think your take on Fifty from 20 is quite unque. I have to say, that although I loved the books, I couldn’t quite see Christian as a 27 year old. How do you build up that fortune in 7 years, without beginning with millions in start up capital. It’s not as if he started a social network or a search engine.
        So in my mind he was a little older.

      • 08/23/2012
        sunandsurf

        He can fix broken companies and has an eye for a deal. A bit like ‘Edward’ in ‘Pretty Woman’, although, as you say, he was older, too. I guess our Christian is a whizz kid, but he’s such an old soul, don’t you think?

  30. 08/21/2012
    Carol

    I enjoyed the story and Christine was refreshing. I wish Christine could re-train Elena Troll…. while Christian watched!!! Thank you for the stories. 🙂

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    • 08/22/2012
      sunandsurf

      Oh, what a fanbrilliantastic idea! He he he!

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      • 08/22/2012
        laura

        When do we get 15??? Yes, i know im annoying, but i love it!

      • 08/23/2012
        sunandsurf

        Maybe next week. But 2 Taylor chapters on their way. Honest!

  31. 08/26/2012
    bel

    wheres the rest off the chapters im gettin in 2 this from christians view..

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  32. 08/26/2012
    BLC

    You.are.so.talented. I’m going to check out the two JBH books above. More Christian soon, please. Please!

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    • 08/26/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thanks so much, BLC. Hope you enjoy them, too! Yep, I’ll be getting to Dark Christian again soooon.

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  33. 08/29/2012
    Shimrit

    When are you going to write a new chapter?
    can’t wait!!!!

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  34. 09/22/2012
    Dw

    Grrr – makes me want to scream!!! But I promised I would not start on Elena, so…Oh, s@#$% the promise!
    Self-fulfilling prophecy, indeed! Feeling out of control = Elena can help. Again. Oh Christian, for an intelligent guy, you CAN be obtuse…
    And although I’m glad that Christine made CG question Elena’s style in BDSM and the intensity of his introduction to the lifestyle, I do hold my horses – after all he sees her as the “force of good” well into the relationship with Ana…
    BTW – in view of my theory that Elena is a Malignant Narcissist, I always found it strangely poetic that she is in beauty business. 😉

    Now – Ms Portia Roberts – she’s not related to Roberts Jr, is she?

    DW (Dorota)

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  35. 10/19/2012
    greysdoll

    Excellent chapter. As usual filling in the blanks. Christian didn’t learn from Elena to care about the Subs, I already like Christine 😀

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