"My mind goes blank and I squeeze my eyes shut. Whatever happens, I swear I'm not going to cry..." When Christian Grey invites sassy Annabelle Genet to his mansion in the outskirts of Paris, sparks fly and the steam goes up to the roof. Dig in. It's deliciously wicked. PS: I don't think I have to state this, but I do not own the rights to Fifty Shades of Grey and its characters. This was my entry to the Cosmo Fifty Shades contest. ----------------------------------------------- N.A.C. © 2015 No reproduction of this work or part of it is allowed without the express permission of the author.

An alternative take on Fifty Shades of Grey, written for Cosmo's Fifty Shades Imagine contest. The second part of the story is a Spanish translation. Una toma alternativa de Cincuenta sombras de Grey, originalmente escrita para un concurso de Cosmopolitan. Traducida a español en la segunda parte.

One of the WINNERS of #CosmoFiftyShades! *Please read at your own discretion* This story is intended for readers 18+ due to its sexual content.

A Vanity Fair writer does what it takes to get the biggest scoop! Written for Cosmopolitan.com's 50 Shades of Grey contest! ~My heart slowed down when we got to his high-rise. I didn't ask questions. I didn't wonder why we were here and not my apartment. Maybe because they'd be stupid questions. Maybe the answer was obvious but my eyes were too muddled to see. But I didn't care. I welcomed the vast black, marble floor of his apartment; I welcomed the hearth where a picture frame of his family sat upon the mantle; I welcomed the plush, dark sofa that accepted my frail, shaking body as I sank into it. I welcomed the floor to ceiling uninterrupted window view, where on a cold, dark, night like this one, the universe graced me with a blanket of twinkling stars and a moon so pure, so rich, so beaming with tranquil light, the soft rays ebbed with a certain serenity only dreams could conjure. "Here," Christian said and handed me an icy can of carbonated lemonade. "I don't want it," I said, monotone. He pushed my hand away. "It'll take the edge off. Just drink." I gave in. I didn't want to fight any more tonight. I took one sip, then two, then three. On the third, I brought the fluffy, grey blanket over my head when I burst out crying. I sniffed, trying to contain myself. Christian pulled the blanket back, but I covered my face with the open palms of my hand. He chuckled lowly. "Don't hide." "I'm sorry," I wailed, tears rushed out like a waterfall. "I'm trying to stop." "Don't. Let it out." "Ugh," I scoffed. "Don't look at me." I turned my head to avoid his gaze. "Why?" "I must look like a rodent, right now." He cackled bubbly. "You look beautiful." He placed a finger underneath my chin and turned my face to face him. "Look at that-" he pushed away strands of hair that stuck to my cheek with my tears as adhesive. His fingers delicately stroking my jawline, the sensation so calming I closed my eyes- "Beautiful."~ Enter if you dare...

Read Cosmopolitan.com's original "Fifty Shades" imagine, written by Alessandra Torre — then find out how you can submit your own for publication on Cosmopolitan.com. *Please read at your own discretion* This story is intended for readers 18+ due to its sexual content