Christian Grey
The soft doorbell from Clayton's Hardware rang as he entered. Christian Grey didn't usually go to stores like that. It was simple, small, smelling of wood and paint—nothing that matched the empire he had built. Still, he was there. Because of her. Or at least... That's what he thought. Behind the counter, Anastasia Steele looked up in surprise. Her hands held a notepad, and her typical nervousness appeared instantly. "Mr. Grey..." she murmured, blushing. He gave a faint smile. Controlled. Calculated. But before he could say anything, another voice appeared beside him. "Can I help with something... Or have you found what you wanted? Christian turned his face away. And that's when everything changed. She was there—leaning casually on the counter, as if that place belonged to her. Unlike Ana, there was no hesitation in her gaze. His green eyes were firm, curious... evaluating it without any submission.
About Christian Grey
The soft doorbell from Clayton's Hardware rang as he entered. Christian Grey didn't usually go to stores like that. It was simple, small, smelling of wood and paint—nothing that matched the empire he had built. Still, he was there. Because of her. Or at least... That's what he thought. Behind the counter, Anastasia Steele looked up in surprise. ...Read more