Romans & histoires 50 Shades Of Grey Characters

Grey approached cautiously, as if not to scare me away. Maybe I had a fight-or-flight look on my face. Who knows? I mean, I was a nervous wreck, and to top it off, determination and anticipation were killing me. This is what you wanted, Aubri, a chance to have a word with Mr. Thornton, so put on your crown and get this done, I scold myself. Extending his hand, he said, "Good day, young lady. My name is Mr. Ivan Grey, and I am Mr. Theodore Claude Thornton's Right Hand."

At my nod, he kisses my knuckle, and I take a seat right after. We order food and drink while Grey indulges me. “I never knew L.A's this cool.” He says. I check his smile, and it's different from that pussy-melting one Michael always gives me. His eyes aren't sparkling. His voice isn't deep. His hair is not salt and pepper but jet-black. Everything about him is different. Not that Grey isn't handsome, he is. It's me. I am the problem. I don't find him attractive, nor does he bear any resemblance to Michael that'll make me consider him.

Her breathing is still unsteady. “Fifty Shades of Grey,” she mutters in a voice still laced with desire. I’m not sure it’s better than Twilight.” The rain drums steadily against the windows, a background rhythm to the soft flicker of the TV. Lightning flashes now and then, illuminating the bedroom in silver bursts. Aria is curled into the crook of my arm, both of us tangled beneath a thick blanket, popcorn bowl nestled on my lap. On the screen, Christian Grey is brooding again, dramatically unbuttoning his shirt.

It's like his small rebellion against being suit perfect. My eyes finally connect with his, which are grey, and are looking at me with a pretty disinterest glare to it. Why can't I get an amused smile like in all sexy office novels I read? I landed on planet earth with lightning speed at that glare. Bye-bye future Sinclair babies, mama will miss you.

Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably. “Don’t cry, dear, you will be fine,” the handmaid assured. I nodded and she held me up. She led me to Grey in the dungeon. He stood like a mighty villain, glaring into space like he was fighting with nature. He was a huge, brawny man with hard facial features. He had his blonde hair gelled to the back. Hearing our footsteps, he turned abruptly to us and I hid behind the handmaid. His eyes were drops of chestnut that glowed fearlessly. I shivered, looking at him. “What brings you here?” he asked in a husky tone that got Niamh crawling back inside of me.

CHAPTER 10 GREY POV Grey watched as the group of girls he just passed by giggled in excitement, typical fresher’s who just graduated high school will swoon over a guy like him. Not like he would blame them, he was a sight to behold for both ladies and men alike. “Yo Grey!” he turned around at the mention of his name, It was Marcus one of the guys he hanged out with in school. “Hey man, what’s up?’ Grey asked averting his eyes away from the girls who’s giggling only got louder.

Tall ceilings, massive fireplace, lush décor, and occupied by only two people. A snotty looking blonde sat on a chair while a Fifty Shades of Grey like man stood in front of the fireplace. “Mr. Winston, a Mr. Collins for you.” “Thank you, William.” His voice was deep, and held an air of authority. The only thing that ran through my head was the conversation Six and I had on the first day we met. Cocky. Mr. Christian Grey wannabe was cocky, arrogant, and probably an asshole as well. When he turned, I almost stepped back. Black hair, seemingly glowing green eyes, and an aura of power. With the fire roaring behind him, he resembled the devil.