The two locked eyes, and Anastasia Steele couldnt help but take an extra glance at the mans distinguished aura. Christian Grey, well-versed in the ways of seduction, took this as a clear sign of Anastasias intentional flirtation. Without hesitation, he led her back to his hotel room, which led to the events that unfolded at the beginning of the story.
After a night of passion, what followed was a rare peaceful sleep for the man. As the sunlight gradually became blinding through the window, Christian Grey frowned slightly, his arm brushing against the person he had been entwined with the night before. He opened his eyes, the signs of their pleasure still evident, but he showed no reaction, rubbing his tousled hair, getting out of bed, and walking into the bathroom.
"Hmm, what..." Anastasia vaguely heard the sound of water from the bathroom, feeling sore all over, her limbs unresponsive as if they had been crushed by something. With a petulant morning grogginess, she opened her eyes to see the well-built man only wrapped in a bath towel, standing beside her with an indifferently arrogant expression.
"woke up？"
The brief two words exploded in Anastasias head like a bomb. "Whats going on!" Anastasias pupils contracted sharply, scrambling to cover her naked body with the blanket, the mans gaze seeming to penetrate through the covers and see her clearly.
Hiding under the blanket, she tried to calm herself down, carefully recalling what had happened last night... It seemed she was suddenly taken by a tall man on her way back from the restroom to a hotel room, and then...
She lifted the blanket slightly with her hand, seeing the marks on her body, confirming her vague memories of the night.
"Who are you!" Anastasia almost growled out these three words, her eyes fearful and fiercely looking at the mans face. In contrast, the man who was stared at so fiercely seemed not to care, with a look of composure and satisfaction.
"Christian Grey, right? What do you mean by that!"
Anastasia wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, sat up on the bed, and pointed at the standing Christian Grey, shouting, "You devil! You openly raped, and I will definitely call the police. I will not just swallow my breath silently and let you such a shameless, despicable, and mean person succeed!"
Anastasia finished speaking, her whole body trembling, tears in her eyes, not knowing whether it was fear or sadness. She only knew that her helplessness at this moment was an unprecedented loneliness.
Christian Grey was obviously taken aback by her sudden outburst. "This woman isnt..."
His hand, which was holding the towel to dry his hair, paused for a moment, then calmly hung down, his deep eyes looking deeply at Anastasia crying in bed.
"Your adoptive father and I reached an agreement, and the exchange condition of this agreement is you," Christian Grey said, waiting for Anastasias reaction, but the person still sitting on the bed in a daze and crying obviously couldnt make any reaction.
"If you dont understand, then it can be simply put, that is, you have been sold to me by your adoptive father, Mr. Montgomery, and now you completely belong to me."
"Belong to you?"
Anastasia seemed even more unable to understand Christian Greys words, forgetting to wipe her tears, looking at him in disbelief.
Christian Grey, after all, was a man. Seeing her look like a frightened little rabbit, he felt a bit itchy inside. Due to the subtle situation, he couldnt show it, so he had to continue to pretend to be calm and explain to her.
Your adoptive father also promised me when he talked to me. As long as I agreed to his business conditions, your future would be mine, and you would be at my disposal, so I..." Christian Grey looked at her helplessly on the bed, then pointed to himself wrapped only in a bath towel, indicating that Anastasia should understand by herself.
"You..." Anastasia was once again shocked into speechlessness by Christian Greys words, clenching the corner of the blanket tightly, biting her teeth to prevent the tears in her eyes from flowing out.
Her round nails, because of clenching her fists too hard, embedded into the flesh of her palms, her face flushed with anger and shame, and the pink marks on her body trembled helplessly together.
Christian Grey looked at her, her stubborn and enduring appearance, clearly like a fierce little lion, but it rippled in his tough heart.
The phone calls from the company kept coming, and Christian Grey quickly put on the shirt and suit brought by his assistant and left indifferently.
"Miss, this is..." Christian Greys assistant was a young girl, obviously inexperienced in such matters, looking at her torn little evening dress, timidly handed her a pink tracksuit, lowered her head and turned to go out.
"Damn it!"
After the people left the house, only Anastasia was left sitting on the bed in the hotel suite, facing the traces of last nights pleasure, she cried loudly in pain.
She couldnt escape, everything in this room was like an indelible nightmare.
So she hurriedly put on her clothes and fled the hotel room like a fugitive.
Just after going out, her flustered and haggard expression was seen by the room service waiter, and the disdainful female waiter raised her eyelids, walked past indifferently and continued her work.
In order to reduce her presence as much as possible, Anastasia carefully pulled up the zipper of the tracksuit jacket to the top, just barely covering the obvious hickey on her neck.
Escaping from the hotel, Anastasia hailed a taxi and rushed to the Montgomerys.
The cold wind of New York City in November was piercing, and Anastasia still felt the cold to the bone even though the air conditioning was on in the car.
The scenery outside the car window was very blurred along the way, and Anastasia had countless questions, grievances, and unwillingness in her heart. She couldnt believe it, dare not think about it carefully, and dare not ponder over last night and this morning, Christian Greys words.
Everything finally had an answer when the taxi stopped at the Montgomerys door.
Anastasia mustered up her courage and pushed open the door.
In the living room, her adoptive father Noah Calhoun was standing by the window talking on the phone with someone, her mother Claire Randall was sitting on the sofa sorting things out with a calm face, and her half-sister Darcy Stone, wearing a goose yellow princess skirt, walked towards her arrogantly.
"Hey, Dad, Mom, come and see whos back!"
Noah Calhoun and Claire Randall each looked in Anastasias direction, her adoptive father impatiently turned back to continue his phone call, seemingly arguing with someone, and Anastasias beautiful mother, although over forty, still had a noble temperament, elegant demeanor, and a delicate and charming face with a trace of strangeness.
"Youre back."
Claire spoke to Anastasia with some hesitation, not looking directly into her eyes.
"Noah Calhoun, I have something to ask you."
Ignoring her mother and sister on the side, Anastasia walked straight to her adoptive father who was talking on the phone by the window and shouted at him.