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I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

I paused and looked at him. “Oh?” “I came to return your novel”. “Was packing it in a gift box necessary”. Reading has always been my escape. After long, exhausting shifts at the hospital, nothing calmed my mind more than getting lost in a good romance novel. That was exactly why I’d lent Ryan my copy of Fifty Shades of Grey—not because I wanted to, but because he’d begged me for weeks. I blinked. “Ryan—” Before I could finish, he picked up the Novel and walked toward me.

he raised his brow and picked up a book, my heart sank in my chest as I saw the cover and he did too. I bit my lower lip and cursed at myself before rushing his way. "Ryker stop acting like Dora the explorer." I groaned, approaching him and extending my hand to snatch the book from his hand. He pulled his hand back, making me bump on his chest, and quickly take a step back, "Ryker!" I yelled in embarrassment. He was purposely making our bodies come in contact with each other. "Fifty shades of grey hmm." he dramatically read the title and glanced at my red cheeks, I was blushing awkwardly. "Someone likes Mister Grey!" he added, tilting his head to the right.

"No! You keep them their sweetheart! I'm trying to say no, I need to leave, but I am so caught up with touching and looking at his fine-toned stomach and going down his blue jean pants. This reminds me that move I watch the other night on my laptop 50 shades of Grey I believe that what it called. I feel like it's the scene when Ann and Christian are in the dining room and grabs her. I feel like his going to grab me. I started feeling hot in my face. I know he can see my cheeks. I moved back in a little bit, his right on top of my body. "He backed off, thank God." I must say it out loud.

Fifty Shades of Grey. He remembered the time Rohan came to his house with this exact book, laughing like crazy because his stepdad had caught one of his stepsisters, only twelve years old, trying to read it. The man had lost it. To make things worse, Harry had read some of it out loud, and both Rohan and Skull had nearly passed out from laughing. And now here it was, in Daisy’s hands. Why in the world was sweet Daisy reading this nonsense? And worse… why did the thought turn him on? Jaxon dropped into the seat beside her and noticed how she tensed slightly. “You read this stuff?” he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard.

I never imagined Antonio would have something like this here. I spent hours browsing through the shelves, looking for something to pass the time. I found several erotic books that taught about sex and dominance, but there was this particular one that caught my eye: *Fifty Shades of Grey*. I had heard about the book before but never read it. Curious, I took it back to my room, along with a few others, and started reading. Days passed, and as I turned the pages, I began to fully understand.

The city lights outside painted everything in soft neon and gold, but my eyes were locked on the scene unfolding directly opposite me on the 12th floor. Mr. Harlan, fifty-six, broad-shouldered, silver hair still thick, body kept hard by daily gym sessions and sheer arrogance, was fucking a girl who couldn’t have been older than twenty-two. She was bent over the back of his leather couch, completely naked, her perky tits pressed against the glass, nipples hard from the cool surface. Her mouth was open in a silent moan as Mr. Harlan stood behind her, pants around his ankles, driving his thick cock into her pussy with powerful, wet thrusts.

What does grey mean? Maya capped the pen then held it there for a moment. The base moved behind her: crates, voices, Marcus laughing quietly at something, Eli somewhere near the south shutter, the new light over medical humming with stolen sunshine. Grey sat on the map. Not danger. Not unknown. Not cleared. A place from another life. A wound with coordinates. “Not yet,” she said.

I then decided to read a novel, a steamy romantic one of course. I was a lover of thrilling romantic stories. I've literally read every single one you can ever think of, at the time, except for 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' of course. I couldn't read it because I couldn't get it. I had a collection of such stories in my bookshelf, while I was still at home. I took a few of them with me to school.

"It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a book of yours. I'm trying to say that I could search for any phrase I'm saying tonight and I would find it on g****e, like the speech of a character. That's too much, Tasha. I'm not kidding. I really think too much what writers can do for other people. I've heard many stories of people in depression who were cured by finding help in the books, even those that most people consider a bullshit that should not have been written. You're awesome!” I agreed with him. In one of the worst phases of my life, it was an inconsequential love for Fifty Shades of Grey that took me out o