Love Is For Fools - Fifty Shades Of Grey: Elena's Story #Explicit [Fifty Shades]

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"How did you become a Dom?"
We lie back in the sumptuous four poster bed, drinking chilled vintage Moët and listening to classical music. Adam actually ASKED me what I would like to listen to rather than making my ears bleed with his preferred choice, like Linc. When I mentioned anything classical, Adam showed me a CD by Thomas Tallis with a very regal picture of King Henry VIII on the front and slipped it into the player. When the first lament began, it took my breath away by its simplistic beauty. So many choral voices sounding like they were descending from the heavens themselves, caressed the room from the various hidden speakers around the dungeon. The sounds echoed beautifully due to the fact we were goodness knows how many feet underground, protected by walls of solid concrete and steel.

I feel very cocooned...
...protected...
...SAFE...

Adam takes a long sip of delicious cold champagne. "To cut a very long story short - High School Quarterback Jock gets sent by his family to study business and art at College, despite not wanting to do either. I rebelled and flunked all my classes, so Professor Reynolds took me to one side and offered me extra help to make my grades. I reluctantly agreed and three months later...We eloped to Vegas and got married."
I choke on my Moët. "You married one of your College Professors?" Holy shit!
He turns and looks at me. "We were crazy in love. Or just plain crazy. I don't know. Anyhoo...It worked for a while...then we realised we'd made a huge mistake and quickly got divorced. My family weren't talking to me, so I headed off to Europe to get away from it all, clear my head and...I don't know...Try and find myself I guess."
"And did you?"
He chuckles. It's a lovely deep, sexy sound. "Yep. Turns out my spiritual being was in Tate Liverpool."
I gasp and nearly drop my Champagne. "You're bisexual?" I squeak.
Now Adam nearly spills his Moët. "What? NO! Tate Liverpool isn't a guy! Jesus! Tate Liverpool is a Museum...and...Art Gallery..."
I gape at him. "You found your spiritual self...In an Art Gallery?" I ask in disbelief.

He sighs, places his arm behind his head and rests against it. "I know right? But there was just something about the city of Liverpool. I just felt really at home there from the onset. The atmosphere, the culture, the people...Right down to the salty tang of the Irish Sea. It just reminded me of home. Then, by chance I stumbled upon Tate and before I knew it the place was closing and I realised I'd pretty much spent the day there just going round admiring the art. It hit me that I needed to go home, try and make peace with my family and finish my degree. Which I did." He finishes with a proud smile.

"But...How did becoming a Dom fit into all this?" I frown.
"I was determined to put everything right and make my family proud. I threw myself into my studies and DeBretts, and women were totally off the menu. As I was nearing the end of my studies, dad changed our company lawyer and that's how I met Harry Clarke. We hit it off even though I wasn't feeling very sociable at the time. Eventually, Harry persuaded me to go out for a few drinks one night. Little did I know that as well as being a hot-shot lawyer...Harry was also...a Dom."