Christian Grey Anastasia Steele Novels & Stories

Christian steps closer. "Vivian." I don't answer. "Why does a professional assassin's earpiece have the same encryption frequency as this?" My heart stops. He presses a button on the device. Static fills the room. Then a voice comes through the speaker. Distorted. Cold. Familiar. "Tell Wraith..." I freeze. Christian's eyes lock onto mine. The voice continues. "...that we know she survived." The transmission cuts. Silence. Christian doesn't move. Neither do I. Because there is only one problem with that message. Christian thinks I'm Vivian Montgomery. But someone out there knows I'm Wraith.

She's staring at Alexander like a woman that's definitely attracted, and it riles me up. “Hello, Mr. Grey,” She smiles. “Miss Steele.” Alexander acknowledges. “I didn't know you'd be attending the charity gala.” “Neither do I.” He replies dryly, then he shifts his gaze towards him. “Meet my assistant, Ethan Wayne.” “He's pretty,” She chuckles, and my eyes widen. What in the world? I part my lips to speak, but remembering Alexander's warning, I grit my teeth and ignore her. “He really is.” Alexander grins darkly.

A sharp crisp look just like his eyes. “Anderson.” Greyson gave a clipped nod, the first emotion splitting his emotionless streak of face. “Stone.” Anderson chuckled. “Fancy meeting you here once again. Shirley transferred her case to me.” “Oh boy,” Courtney whispered in a sullen tone behind Greyson which made me know that they had a history before this one. Now I found myself wishing for Shirley. The no nonsense, hot looking lawyer. “After you.” Anderson showed us inside. Greyson morphed his face into that plain slate once again as we walked in.