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Fifty Shades of Grayson-G.D

Chapter 2

Emily's POV:

The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, WA toward Portland and I-5. It's early, and I don't have to be in Seattle until two this afternoon.

Fortunately, Hannah's lent me her sporty Mercedes CLK. I'm sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would make the journey in time. Oh, the Merc is a fun drive, and the miles slip away as I floor the pedal to the metal.

My destination is the headquarters of Mr. Dolan's global enterprise.

It's a huge twenty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, an architect's utilitarian fantasy, with Dolan House written discreetly in steel over the glass front doors.

It's a quarter to two when I arrive, greatly relieved that I'm not late as I walk into the enormous - and frankly intimidating - glass, steel, and white sandstone lobby.

Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, blonde young woman smiles pleasantly at me.

She's wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She looks immaculate.

"I'm here to see Mr. Dolan. Emily Matthews for Hannah Benson."

"Excuse me one moment, Miss Matthews." She arches her eyebrow slightly as I stand self-consciously before her.

I am beginning to wish I'd borrowed one of Hannah's formal blazers. I have made an effort and worn my one and only presentable dress and my sensible white heels. For me, this is smart.

I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear as I pretend she doesn't intimidate me.

"Miss Benson is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Matthews. You'll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor." She smiles kindly at me, amused no doubt, as I sign in.

She hands me a security pass that has VISITOR very firmly stamped on the front. I can't help with my smirk. Surely it's obvious that I'm just visiting. I don't fit here at all.

Nothing changes. I inwardly sigh. Thanking her, I walk over to the bank of elevators past the two security men who are both far more smartly dressed than I am in their well-cut black suits.

The elevator whisks me with terminal velocity to the twentieth floor. The doors slide open, and I'm in another lobby - again all glass, steel and white sandstone.

I'm confronted by another desk of sandstone and another young blonde woman dressed impeccably in black and white who rises to greet me.

"Miss Matthews, could you wait here please?" She points to a seated area of white leather chairs.

Behind the leather chairs is a spacious glass-walled meeting room with an equally spacious dark wood table and at least twenty matching chairs around it.

Beyond that, there is a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the Seattle skyline that looks out through the city toward the Sound.

It's a stunning vista, and I'm momentarily paralyzed by the view.

Wow.

Spill (Hot-Coffee Edition) - e.d.

Summary: While Ethan loves you with every fiber of his being, he’s not perfect. And you’re not perfect either, especially when it comes to spilling liquids in his Jeep. It’s not the nicest moment in your relationship. 

A/N: Here it is! The long awaited angsty-version of Spill! It’s not required for you to read Spill, since it’s pretty much the same only with some changes affected by the coffee being hot rather than cold. But, if you wanna read the OG Spill, it’s right here. Let me know what you think! Love ya! 

Here’s the reality when it comes to being in a relationship and the shit that goes through your mind when you’re in love: it’s not always amazing.  

In fact, there are several times where you need to remind yourself that you do, in fact, love the other person, and that the love you have for them is unconditional. Too many times, you’ll find yourself repeating the mantra in your head, trying to focus on their more positive qualities: like their smile, their laugh, the way their hands fit in yours, how they take care of you when you’re not feeling your best. Shit like that. Shit that’ll make the red fade from your vision and that’ll remind you that you’re in it for the long haul, because you love their negatives more than their positives. Pushing through the hate to the love.  

You gotta remind yourself of that.  

Which is exactly what you and Ethan are both trying so fucking hard to focus on right now.  

See here’s the thing: Ethan’s list of things he loves more than anything in the world is pretty short. It’s pretty much you, gray, his mom… and his Jeep. The dude loves his Jeep. He worked hard for it, got it customized just for him, it’s like his baby. And he’s so annoying about it.

But, he loves you. And he’s whipped for his girl, more so than for his Jeep, so when you’re on the way home after some early morning meetings and you’re begging him for a Starbucks stop, it only takes a little bit of arguing for him to finally give in. He just has one single request, that comes off as a threat. 

“Y/N I swear, if you spill—"  

“I won’t spill, E, fuck.” You giggle, already bouncing as you see the Starbucks coming up on the road, already buzzing for the warmth of your white mocha.  

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GraysonDolan

(6 december 2019)