Fifty Shades Of Grey Mrs Robinson Novels & Stories

“Hope I’m not boring you.” Lucy glanced sideways then sits down as she had no choice because of the way others were staring back at her. “Is this his way of trying to keep me seated?”. “Or does he have an motive behind this also?”. “Can’t understand how his mind words.” “Yes, as I was saying……”. Robin finally reached Gray’s cabin. Before he was about to jump in front of the door, the woman who had closed the curtains, came out and locked the door behind her taking the key.

He gives me a nod and an apologetic smile as he picks up the notes and scurries away. I occupy the now empty seat, with my focus on the one woman who’s found her way into my mind and refuses to leave. “Who’s the beautiful lady in red?” I ask. Robyn turned to look at me like she knew it was me the minute I sat down. She flashes me a smirk, one that I haven’t seen on her since we met as she turns around in her seat so that she’s facing me. How drunk is she? “Look who it is. If it isn’t the infamous Mr. Gray.” She says in a whisper, letting her eyes travel down my body. For a second something flashes through her eyes, something that I can’t put my fingers on before it’s gone.

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m looking forward to having you join us.” I returned her smile, every inch the poised investor. “I can’t wait either,” I said, my words laced with an unspoken challenge. The unrecognized man shifted slightly, clearing his throat, and Levi introduced him quietly. “This is Mr. Maxwell Grey. He oversees strategic investments across the YBA network.” Maxwell nodded in my direction, his gaze appraising but unreadable. As we all settled into our seats, I felt the weight of their scrutiny, but my mask never faltered. I was Evelyn Pierce now—confident, unshakable, and ready for the game ahead.

In the end, only the tense darkness surrounded her. Poppy collapsed to the floor when Robin turned away to talk to Antonio on the phone. His wife, who was about to be returned to her place of origin, became unconscious. Robin froze for a moment before ordering Antonio, “Come here quickly! This troublesome woman fainted in my office!” ‘But wait, did she really faint?’ Robin started to smell something fishy. He turned the phone off and crouched down to see if she was just acting. He lightly slapped her on the cheek to see her reaction.

"Stop sounding like this Bar Lady I met sometime ago…what's her name again?...umm…umm…Mrs Grey. Yeah, that's right, Mrs Grey. She wanted me to shave off my precious mustache" "Who is Mrs Grey?" "She is a lady who wants me to take off my mustache and entice her customers with my body and good looks. She told me if I agreed, she would not mind firing one of those who worked for her and take me instead." "She is a psycho, I would love to see her expression when she realizes she's asking the Alpha of Kenvy to attract customers with looks. By the way, have you eaten yet?" "Yeah, I had steak for breakfast. Before lunch, we should be out of here."

I shoved the sheet-covered mess onto the tiles and hissed, “Stay here. Don’t move. Don’t breathe. And if she stirs, you know what to do.” Marissa gasped. “Mama, I can’t—” “Then sit on her if you must!” I snapped. I smoothed my hair, grabbed my keys, and stepped outside into the cool night. The air smelled of damp earth and cut grass, and for a fleeting second, I thought I heard the faint hum of a television from a neighboring house. “Oh, Margaret!” I froze, every muscle locking in place. Mrs. Robinson. The bane of my existence. The elderly widow lived two doors down, all lace curtains and endless gossip, and had some inexplicable fondness for Ava.

A deal I had worked hard to secure, I'd be damned if Cooper's wagging tongue ruined things for me. “Mr. Ford?” Mrs. Roberts called out to me and I turned to her. “What is it?” I questioned. “I just- I heard some rumours and I thought you should know about it.” She said and my brows furrowed. “”What is it Mrs. Roberts? Spit it out,” I growled. I was in no mood for any of this and I had a lot on my plate. “It's Mercedes,” she began. “Some of the maids said they saw her with Mr. Grey late last night. They were alone by the pool,” Mrs. Roberts informed me and my nostrils flared as rage coursed through me.

“I’m… I’m Mrs. Stanley. Mr. Stanley’s wife. And you must be Mr. Grey.” He stared at me, his lips tightening. “Women like you disgust me,” he snapped without hesitation. My breath caught in my chest. Had I heard that right? “Did you just say I disgust you?” I asked, stunned. He didn’t even blink. “You claim to be his wife, yet you go around cheating on him. Yeah, I saw the whole thing.” “Mr. Grey, please,” I pleaded quickly, pushing down the wave of anger and shame rising in me. “I need your help. This is about my dignity—”

She ended the call before he could offer condolences that sounded like paperwork. The study was too quiet. Nora stood at the bank of monitors, city lights reflecting faintly across her face. The basement feed was still looping on one screen—showing empty shelves, overturned files, and a chair tipped sideways like something abandoned in a hurry. Robbin remained in the center of the room, unmoving. Her hands were trembling so violently that the drink in her glass spilled over the rim, staining the white rug beneath her feet in slow amber arcs. She didn’t notice. For several minutes, neither of them spoke. The silence was no longer strategic; it was fragile.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.