Paging Dr. Steele

Chapter 4: Mr. CEO

This is my story--a fanfic I started in 2013. The first draft can be found on Fanfiction. However, my current updates can be found at https://butterflysaga.wordpress.com/journey-of-miles/paging-dr-steele/ which is my personal website. I keep finding my story added to Wattpad by other writers and have decided that maybe, if I add it myself, they will stop doing it, so here goes...   

I do not own Fifty Shades Trilogy, or the characters. They belong to E. L. James. I am only exercising my right to exploit, abuse, and mangle the characters to MY discretion in MY story in MY interpretation as a fan. I hope you—as a fellow fan—enjoy it, too.

Chapter 04—Mr. CEO

STEELE

Now this is classic. This group has to be the dullest bunch of losers I have ever met. It's not that I get off on great calamities, but this is not what I envisaged when I got into Psychology. I mean, I knew I'd meet the odd crazy woman who wore purple shoes with a green hat and an orange dress and carried her dead husband's ashes around with her everywhere she went, but I never thought my legacy would be people who get depressed because the sunset is not the perfect shade of orange. I mean, it's just that trivial.

As I am sitting in my borrowed office at the community center going over my notes, I'm dismayed to discover that I don't think I have one Stoley in this group—not one! Oh, we have some interesting characters. There's always at least one bottle-job that went a little too heavy on the color, trying to capture her long-lost youth and this time, it's Gwendolyn Hardison.

Poor Gwen married young in what I would consider a modern-day arranged marriage. Her parents "betrothed" her to young Mr. Hardison at the ripe old age of 17, after which she immediately began punching out his children. After seeing their third child through college, Mr. Hardison—who was ten years her senior—proceeded to have the world's biggest midlife crisis and left his wife for a younger woman.

Although Gwen received most of his assets in the settlement, she is 45 years old with—as she puts it—the best years of her life behind her while her husband gets to go out and start all over again with his new hot totty. And even though she is very well off, she still can't seem to find the happiness that always seemed to evade her all of the years that she was married to her husband. As pitiful as this may sound, so far, she's the most interesting member of the group.

Then there are my court-ordered attendees—Mr. Logan Wheeler, who attacked a man he caught sexing his wife in their bed, and Mr. Christian Grey, who apparently assaulted a drunk driver who ran into his car. Just what I need, a couple of hotheads—justified hotheads, but hotheads nonetheless. So, what does the great City of Seattle expect me to do with these guys? Gee, Mr. Wheeler, you pummeled this guy while he was in a pre-orgasmic state with the woman who vowed to honor and cherish you in the bed that you sleep in every night... how do you feel about that? Good fucking grief.

And Mr. Grey. Mr. Grey. Damn, those eyes. That man has a body like Zeus, a face like Ares, and the swooning power of Adonis. And that voice. Damn, that voice! The tones he took with me tonight; it was like he was trying to make me yield to him. I can see why any woman would, but I'm not any woman.

That arrogant bastard was trying to control me tonight. Getting on his fucking blackberry in the middle of the session—how rude! And the way he insisted on calling me Ms. Steele. Well, I guess it's better than Sweetheart, Darling, Doll, and all of the other names my being a petite woman seems to draw out of the average condescending male. He's going to be a handful. He's not accustomed to taking instructions from anybody and I am only too sure that he will not get all warm and squishy about his feelings with this lot!