***FREE FANFIC***@Hg2806 "I loved this start to finish. It's so different to the original, but kept the key aspects. A very addictive read."
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***CHRISTIAN GR...
A/N The first chapter has become too long so it is being separated into six different parts so it is easier to work on and access from mobile devices. Thanks for your patience as this story is being constructed...AS xoxo
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Within five minutes, I'm changed into a freshly laundered, ten thousand dollar, tailored grey suit and opening the door to Elena's luxurious home office furnished mostly in white and gold. The clean, polished surfaces reduce my anxiety.
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"Ah there you are Christian," Elena says taking off her coat and holding out her elegant manicured hands in a way that keeps me at arm's length.
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"Good morning Ma'am," the words slip out from my lips as I lean in, bringing our bodies tight enough for her to feel the chastity devise, I'm wearing beneath my suit. The nerve endings on my chest are on fire. I take a deep breath and plant a chaste kiss her left cheek. Her unique scent, Clive Christian's Imperial Majesty disarms me turning back time to when I was fifteen years old acting on the impulse, stealing the taste of erotic nectar from Elena's full, red lips. I can almost feel her palm slap my cheek hard enough to leave an imprint. She's taught me consent and impulse control like no one ever can. "You were going out?"
"You're here now..." she deflects allowing me to kiss her right cheek. She doesn't acknowledge our body contact.
"I ran into Zuck."
She breaks physical contact walking to the leather seat by the window. Elena knows it hurts to be that close to her. She gestures for me to sit two feet away on the other leather seat. "My half a million dollar investment in Facebook, from seven years ago, is valued at five million dollars. My investment with you is valued higher of course."
