Fifty Shades of Dolan ☾Ethan Dolan

Prologue

Welcome to Dolan Enterprises Inc.

my sweaty hands held my small bag of
questions, for the interview at dolan enterprises. he was one of the richest men in the united states,

or one of the richest men in the world.

i'm supposed to fill in for my friend kate, who happens to be sick right before her interview with such an important person.

i walk into the huge, modern building, immediately seeing beautiful women walking around the building.

"what can i do for you?" the woman at the counter asks me, taking her glasses off.

"i'm here for mr. dolan," i say, while she rolls her eyes. she must think that i'm a homeless girl.

"his office is open,"

i walk away, while a young woman stands behind me.

"this way, please," she says, while i follow her towards his office. i look down one more time, checking if i showed myself off professional, cause i didn't have any clothes.

we walk out of the evelator, me nervously following her.

"this way," she says, her hand pointing towards the door.

"thank you,"

i open the door, immediately falling down on the ground. "shit."

i see a man in a grey suite staring out of the window, turning around while i fell down.

"miss. Steele, are you alright?" he asks, walking towards me, laying on the ground.

he grabs my hand, while i stood up.

"Ethan Dolan,"

"Anastasia Steele, miss. Kavanagh had the flue so i filled in for her," i say, earning an annoyed look from him.

i became nervous around him, and yet i felt great. he was handsome, for sure, but not really my type, i guess.

he had dark brown hair, which suited his face perfectly, and his eyes were a light brown with a hint of green in it.

it was gorgeous.

"so you're studying english as well," he asks, staring me right in the eyes, which made me more nervous.

"no, english lit."

an akward silence grew between us, while i decided to interrupt it.

"uh.. Kate's my roommate," i mutter, causing him to sigh.

"i have ten minutes, please sit down miss. Steele."

i sat down, clicking on the recording button.

i looked around for a pencil, not daring to ask him for one. i was nervous. he had some sort of effect on me, which i couldn't  explain.

he stood up, walking around his desk to grab a pencil, handing it to me while he sat down on his desk in front of me.

i mutter a soft thank you, looking down at my questions. i wasn't sure which questions Emma wrote down, but i knew for sure that they weren't normal.

just like her.

i decided to just ask it,

"what are you interests outside of work?" i ask, nervously tapping my fingers on my notebook.

"i enjoy various psychical pursuits,"

okay.

..

"you are a very young man to have such a massive empire, to what do-,"

"to what do i owe my success? seriously?" he says,

"yes." i answer, hoping i didn't make him mad.

"well, i feel like the harder i work the more lucky i get,"

"so you're a control freak?" i ask.

"oh, yes. i get control of all things, miss Steele," he says, while i bit my lip.

what could be that control? i never knew how badly i wanted to know it.

"you also invested in some projects, including some in africa. is that something you're passionate about, feeding the world's poor?" i question.

"it's smart buisness."

i nod.

"you don't agree?" he asks, turning his seat.

"i don't know about it,"

his stare was intense. it got me.

"i just wonder.. your heart might be a bit bigger than you let on."

"some people say that i don't have a heart. at all."

"why would they say that?" i question, worried spread all over my face.

"because they know me well,"

i cough, moving on to the next question.

"do you have an actual question, miss Steele?"

"uh.. yeah." i say, looking down to my notebook.

"are you gay?"

i regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth. what a shame.

he laughs,

"no, Anastasia, i am not gay."

"i apologize, Kate can be a little.. curious." i say as i bite the top of the pencil, looking up at him.

"what about you?" he asks, tapping his fingers on his desk with his left hand.

i take the pencil out of my mouth, suprised.

he sits down on the chair next to me, asking me another question.

"why did you ask me something that you want to know?"

his glare.

"earlier you said.. that there are some people who think you don't have a heart. why do i have a feeling that it's not true?"

the woman who led me here, opened the door.

"mr. Dolan, your next meeting is ready,"

"cancel, please."

he says, while i looked at him.

"i'm finished.. i can leave.." i mutter, while he interrupted me.

"stay. i'd like to know more about you, Anastasia." he says, folding his legs.

"there's really not much to know about me, mr. Dolan." i chuckle, his stare stopping me from laughing. it was too serious.

-

"i hope i answered all your questions, miss Steele." he says, still having that straight face of his.

"there were only four questions," I say as I give him a confused look.

he grabs something out of my hand, but the evelator doors were closing.

i walked outside, catching my breath from the interview that i just had.

it was intense.

-

"how was he?" emma asks, grabbing a cup of tea.

"hot,"

"fuck. i wish i could've done that interview, now that he's hot." she says, taking a sip of her tea.

"yeah.. not really my type, by the way."

"oh come on. you're red like a tomato," she chuckles, putting the tea in the sink. "imma head to bed, i'm tired." she says while she walks over to her room.

i grabbed my macbook,

typing mr. Dolan.

damn.