FIFTY SHADES OF THEO JAMES

Chapter 2

With my mind scrambling I got into my truck and made the journey back home. The entire time I had nothing but Elijah and Ellie on my mind. I was shocked when I blinked and was parked out front of the house, not even remembering the majority of the drive. I was even more shocked when I saw the monstrosity that was Ellie's 4runner as it set off to the side in a heap of nothing more than twisted metal. I could barely make out where the front of the car was.

For what felt like twenty minutes I sat in the car, my mind racing with everything that could have been and could become before I forced myself to unbuckle my seat belt, climb out and head inside. In order to keep myself going I had to concentrate hard on what needed to be done.

Go inside.

Go upstairs.

Go into the bedroom.

Grab fresh clothes.

Go into the bathroom.

Start shower.

Get undressed.

Bathe.

Even taking a shower seemed to be too much for my mind. The second I stood under the warm cascading waters and closed my eyes it all came back to me and it felt as if my entire body was throbbing to the beat of my heart. I felt sick. Like I wanted to have a fit of sorts and punch everything within arms reach. I wanted to scream out loud and shake my fists to the skies asking why of all the people in the world this had to happen to the ones I loved.

Loved....

It was inevitable, I should have known, the second she stepped through my door. I felt she was different by the end of the interview, the way she hesitated at the offer. Any other woman... EVERY other woman that I had interviewed before her had jumped at the offer, several of them undeniably beautiful, sexy even. Which is more-so the reason why I didn't choose them. Afterall, what kind of sane person would take this job without thinking about it.

Loren, Paisely, Mia, Rochelle, Gretchen.... all of them were stunning, impressive, had decent credentials and came from decent families, but they were too desperate, too eager to take this.

Then came Ellie.

That mouth of hers, the way she carried herself. The way she shunned away from the limelight instead of wanting to jump in it. How hesitant she was when it came to me getting her things, or doing things for her. Despite how much it drove me crazy, I knew that she wasn't superficial.

It wasn't hard to develop feelings for her. At first, yes, her position was just that, a position. She was the person fulfilling the job details. But as time passed and I got to know Ellie on a more personal level, I began to adore her and from that adoration blossomed love. At first I was scared, I didn't like that I had fallen for her, but then I just stopped fighting it.

I knew nothing would ever come from it anyways. After all she had made it clear that she couldn't love anyone and that it was never in her interest. That was one of the reasons I chose her to begin with. 

Part of me was relieved though, that she had not ever known the love of a man. If she had she would have caught on, she would have found out that I had fallen in love with her the moment it happened and she would've probably ran for the hills.

The idea alone was heart wrenching, so I decided that I'd rather have her in my life as my "business partner" than not at all.

But even then, it was hard. I was willing to give this girl anything she wanted. I wanted to give her the world, show her the world. I wanted to bring joy and happiness in this life of hers, especially knowing the pain that she had experienced. That alone made me want to protect her, and I had vowed to do so, even if it was the last thing I do.