Claiming of Fifty shades

Busted

Even through my dejection, my response to the impeccable white mansion was artlessly instantaneous. It stood proud, invincible and oh so beautiful. Mere mortals, who lived from one pay-check to another, I surmised, could never conjure up the prospect of living in a house as fancy as this. Fancy was an insult. Fashionably formidable was more apt of a term. It was luxurious to the point of intimidation. I looked around at the faces of others—people like me, they were as dazzled as I was—a momentary lapse on my part before the ruthless image of a fuming Mr. Grey streaked behind my vision, jostling my senses. Had my throat not been choked and my heart not in my ears, I would have given the exquisite exterior the perusal it was due. It was ironic how knowing the owner could transform a place so beautiful into something so frightening. The closer I got to the house, the prospect of seeing Christian Grey became more daunting, more real. How was I to hide myself? The last thing I could afford was to lose my job.

Lost in my thoughts, I tripped over my feet. Molly quickly balanced me before I kissed Mr. Ground again.

"Are you okay sweetie?" Molly asked with concerned eyes, bringing me out of my nightmarish trance.

I managed a nod and a small smile, then answered a little too brightly, "Yes!"

She rose her brow, not appearing convinced. "You let me know if something's wrong."

"Why would you think something's wrong. Nothing's wrong! This place is so good. So green. I love it. I'm so happy. You should love it too. I mean what's not to like?"

Her eyes widened.

"Good God, you're on your periods. Last time you were on your periods, you became grumpy, then switched to crying, after that you started babbling, but the worst was when you became diabolically happy." She shuddered dramatically. I coughed, trying to suppress my chuckle. Before I could even try to subdue it, laughter bubbled out of me.

"You ass!" I playfully hissed. "I'm not on my periods!"

I looked at her, suddenly grateful. I was fortunate to have found a friend in her. Honey blonde with round soft features and kind wide-set brown eyes. Sweet, caring, a little bit of a coward and very pregnant. Molly was one of the sweetest women I've ever met. When I first joined the Ashword company, I was easily panicked, a bit malnourished too. Her boyfriend had broken up with her after he found out she was pregnant. We were both dirt poor. Though how she still managed to gaze at the world with rose colored glasses was a conundrum to me. Without a vicious bone in her body, she befriended me immediately after I caught her crying in the parking lot and tried to awkwardly comfort her. In the start, she acted like a mother hen, sneaking me snacks and coffee and then making me eat them. I chalked it up to her pregnancy and mothering instincts and ate up the positive attention whilst smiling. After Kate, she had become a dear friend.

I missed Kate a lot. I've had many friends in college, but all seemed to drift away after graduation. We sometimes talked but she was so busy in New York, trying to forget Elliot, by drowning herself in work and family. The Kate that I knew in Seattle, who couldn't stay single, was now suddenly off the dating field for quite the while now.

As we drew near the entrance, I was once again caught up by the sheer beauty of the fountains and a giant roaring lion statue. Had it not been white, it would've looked real.

The interior was equally admirable, if not more, compared to the exterior. Flawless execution of a masterpiece. Solid Cherry French doors led to a dramatic entrance with gleaming marble, pale beige walls and onyx stairwells. Our living arrangements was on the back of the building, Bridget instructed. There was another quarter built for the help. As huge as this place was, no wonder they had a small building built for the help. This not so humble abode needed a huge staff to manage it and keep it clean. Our rooms were in a whole lot better shape than most of our apartments, so everyone's face brightened, excluding mine.