Claiming of Fifty shades

White roses

I exited Mr. Grey's car in a daze, trying not to buck as my womb clenched enticingly. My knees were pathetically wobbly. Butterflies were going rampant, fluttering in my stomach. As I quickened my steps, I placed one of my hands on my wildly thudding heart and touched my cheek with the other one, noticing it felt too hot to be deemed normal. Apprehension and delight coursed through my body all at the same time. As I entered my apartment and quickly pranced towards my room with a bounce in my step, I was on cloud nine with what anybody would call a goofy smile on my face.

I breezed past the mirror and upon watching my reflection, slowed down, then indecisively halted. Curiously, I noticed my eyes were glossed over—twinkling like blue stars. My skin was flushed in addition to a swollen red mouth to finish off the stunned look.

He thought I was beautiful!

I sighed dreamily.

Christian Grey...

I sighed again.

I had always had self-esteem issues, I mused, staring at myself critically, thinking what he might have liked about me. What must have caught his attention. To my frustration, there wasn't anything changed. It was the same ole me, which made me purse my lips as I stomped towards the double bed and taking off my boots, laid down on my peach coloured sheets, spreading my arms and legs wide, stretching my body with a perpetual lopsided smile on my face, basking in the feeling of being wanted by someone so... wanted himself. I would come back to earth later.

It would be a big fat lie to proclaim that I wasn't affected by him or his praise hadn't boosted my confidence.

Christian Grey...

I shyly smiled again before the very same name jolted me out of my thoughts. It was tragic how fast I came down from my high as my pride deflated and died a swift death.

Yep, he was Christian Grey. Out of my reach, out of my league. Rude. Obnoxious. Certainly not someone I could tolerate outside a physical domain. Maybe not even that, given the bite mark on my neck. At the reminder, the slight dents on my neck suddenly became too raw, too tender, too sensitive... too real...

I shuddered with anticipation and an unknown dread, remembering his... unnatural ardour. I had honestly felt hunted by him, like he was ready to pounce, and then seize me. Although I wasn't sure if I either wanted to be pounced or seized—or both. It sounded just like the romance novels that I couldn't seem to stop reading. On one hand he made me feel extremely wanton, on the other he could scare the living daylights out of me without even trying. My body, my mind, my whole being was in a quandary.

I may not have any shrewd experience regarding men but nevertheless, I wasn't that naive. However dreamy he was, I was a realist. He was a multi-billionaire and was probably used to being served with girls like me morning, noon, evening and night—different girls each time, mind you. I wasn't sure how this whole thing worked but the image of him getting served with naked women was too much for my twisted sense of humour to simply slide aside, so I stopped oppressing my wry chuckle and let it escape. It sure as hell suited his personality.

I understood if he ever wanted anything from me, what that could entail. Certainly not anything serious. I snorted at the thought of Christian Grey wanting anything romantic from me. Men like him did not associate themselves with women like me except for perhaps a tumble or a romp in the hay every once in a while. The women that usually stood beside them were older, experienced, sophisticated and model-like who could actually hold a conversation in front of other people and their tongue in private.

So the question was, why did he approach me? What could be his motive? Perhaps he had some weird fetish? OhmyGod, for all I know, he could be into golden-showering women—though I hoped not. He wasn't married, that much I'd picked up from the internet. Hmmm... Perhaps he had a secret girlfriend and he indulged himself elsewhere every once in a while? Cheater cheater pumpkin eater. Boom! He could be from a polygamous sect with lots of secret children!