Fifty Shades Of Grey (Book 1)

Ch. 1 : Bumping into Grey

Authors Note: ᴡᴀssᴜᴘ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs, ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪғ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ. ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ.☺️‼️

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Maliya's / POV

Walking into Starbucks, I made my way to the counter to order. Today I came all the way to Seattle to look for a job.

"Hi! How may I help you today Miss?" The cashier said.

I smiled, "Can I get a large Mocha Frappe?"

She rung it up, "That will be $5.72 and may I have your name."

I gave her my debit card and she swiped it and I typed in my pin, "My name is Maliya. M-a-l-i-y-a."

"Thank you and here's your receipt , give us 4 minutes," she said.

I nodded and went to sit down. I texted Pamela where she was so I can meet up with her today. Pamela was my best friend since high school. We went to the same college together but she just has a different major then me. She got a degree in psychology and some fashion on the side. She texted me back saying she was just gonna come over later. The door bell ring signaling someone came in and I looked up to take a glance and it was some guy in a business suit. He looked familiar but I could barely see his face.

"Yes, I want a large vanilla bean coconutmilk latte and a roasted ham, Swiss and egg sandwich," he spoke.

The girl blushed behind the register, "Would that be all sir?"

He nodded and handed her his black card. She didn't even ask his name and stuff.

"Your order will be ready shortly Mr. Grey," she said.

Well, clearly she knows him already. He finally turned around and I swear I almost choked on my own spit when I see him. It was the Christian Grey. The richest man here in Vancouver and he was more sexier in person. He glanced at his watch and looked up and that's when he make eye contact with me. I started to burn up, well my face started to heat up not that I was burning for real, and I was saved when my name was called. I stood and passed him to the counter.

"Miss Maliya, I hope you enjoy and have a good day," she says.

"Thanks, you too," I said and made my way out the door.