Fifty Shades of Pulp

Pulp Chapter 9

Pulling the phone out of my pants pocket, scrolling down various text messages I see something from Ana.

When I open it all I say is "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

Sure enough there's a short, surly text from Ana

~Get Bent~

with an attached photo of Mason.

Sighing... "Taylor, get Mason on the horn."

"Mason here."

"It's Grey. I'm on speaker with Taylor and my brother Elliot. What exactly happened with Miss Steele?"

"Sir Miss Steele arrived at the Fairmont at 2:15am. Initially she walked passed me only to return, confronting me saying 'I guess your boss decided not to call off the stalkers' then snapped my picture on her phone which I assumed was sent to you. Then said 'Tell your boss I don't want you to lose your job because I'm sure you have talent when it comes to security but you suck at stalking.' When I tried to her she was mistaken, Miss Steele said 'Whatever your name is, you've been Made. I recognize you from lastnight. You were in West Seattle hanging out outside the fish & chips diner while I was with my father and now loitering in the lobby. By the way, you're still reading the Seattle Times edition from Friday and it's technically Sunday.' Sir, then she turned around walking away."

Elliot starts howling. "Mason Dude...you got schooled by a young old woman. Friday's paper are you shitting me! You got your ass handed to you!" He's laughing so hard his laughter is reduced to hissing sounds and he's got tears streaming down.

I'm all business "Mason where are you now?"

"Mr. Grey as soon as she took my photo Taylor said I should leave. I'm currently curbside across the street from the hotel."

"Go home." giving Taylor the signal meaning to end the call.

Yelling "Shut the fuck up Elliot!"

"Taylor get in touch with the guy in Portland, we'll no longer need his services effective immediately."

Next I reply to Ana's text. ~I only now left Europa and didn't think of taking immediate action. I was planning to call everything tomorrow morning. I do respect your wishes. Please accept my apology. Thank you for tonight's discretion~

When I look over to Elliot I see he's no longer laughing, rather he's giving me a dirty look.

"What is it now Elliot?"

"Taylor I'm coming home with Christian, there's some shit bro and I need to get sorted. Staring at me... Chris, dude there is shit that went down tonight and sounds like you fucked up, so what haven't you told me."

We're both quiet until we hit the elevator, that's when Elliot rips into me. "Ana a friend of Jane's or so I thought that's how you were introduced? Am I wrong? And why the hell are you having her followed? Goddammit bro, do you have any idea how fucking creepy that shit is? Guess that explains your sourpuss face when I saw you. I can't make out if it was a classy move on her part or fucking crazy cause I'm really fucking surprised she didn't run away or call the cops on you. This would also explains the pics."

While heating up some of Mrs. Jones spaghetti and meatballs I set off explaining to Elliot how I met Ana up until when she left, sparing no details. Gotta hand it too him, he was quiet the entire time I was talking. Finally saying to me "Chris I spent much of the wee morning watching you, watching her. You are obviously hung-up. Why don't you use that brilliant mind of yours and make this wrong a right and just maybe you'll be forgiven. I'm going to crash in one of the bedrooms upstairs. Thanks for the food."