Chapter 1 (Holy freaking balls)

(EVA POV)

"Holy freaking balls Cary! What the fuck are you doing? I've told you about this" I scream. I watch as Cary launches himself away from the strange red haired woman who was sucking him off. I had just walked into my apartment to find my roommate in the middle of an orgy...again.
There was a blonde on all fours and a red-head on the couch, while another man was standing behind the blonde. Still another man walked in from the kitchen naked. I could smell the faintly sweet scent of freshly smoked weed.
Cary sprung to the door where I was frozen in place. "Baby girl calm down, it's not that big of a deal. We'll just take it into the other room."
"No, Eva will not calm down!"
I look over at Gideon and as I watch I can practically see his blood boiling under the surface.
"Gideon-"
"No! How can you possibly be ok with this Eva? It's not safe! If he keeps having these random people over how are you going to be able to sleep at night? I don't want you living with him anymore."
"I'm not okay with this; I'm never going to be okay with this. What am I supposed to do?"
"Move in with me."
"Eva, you can't! You barely know this guy," Cary interjects, "It won't happen again, I promise"
"That's what you said last time. I can't keep doing this Cary." I look over to Gideon who seems to be holding his breath. "Are you sure it's okay? We have only known each other for like five minutes."
"Eva, it was going to happen eventually, might as well go ahead. We never sleep apart anyway and all of our free time is spent together. I really want you living in my place. Please move in with me."
I could read the sincerity in his eyes, and just that simple my answer was obvious.
"Yes."

"Oof, who knew I had this much stuff," I call over my shoulder as I take yet another box into the storage room. "Although it probably didn't help that you already had an exact copy of my room over here."
"I just wanted to make you comfortable here; I wasn't planning on you moving in so quickly."
"You are okay with me living here aren't you? I don't want to be here if it's going to cause you any problems."
Gideon crosses the room in three strides and wraps his arm around me.
"Of course I'm okay with this. You've made me happier than I thought possible just by being here. I just mean that I didn't even dare to dream you being here this quickly were possible."
"So you're really glad I'm here?"
"Of course I am. How could I be otherwise? I get to have you all the time...in fact I'd love to have you right now."
"I'd love to be had, but I need to get finished organizing all my-" My words and thoughts just trail off as Gideon covers my mouth with his.

After cleaning up in the shower, I head back to the storage room to finish organizing. Walking into the room my legs are still rubbery from our exertions. Stumbling, I make a wild grab for something to help me keep my balance and latch onto a very old box, knocking it to the ground. To my dismay the ancient box explodes scattering everything over the floor. Crouching down I start to pick up the jumble of papers. Towards the bottom there are two pictures, one with an elegantly dressed man with Gideon's eyes, his arm around a pretty brunette woman. The back of the picture named them Ella and me. The other picture had the same man holding a small bronze haired baby. Flipping it over I see the label Geoffrey and Christian at one month '83. Looking closer I can see the similarities between the baby and Geoffrey, but what disturbs me the most is how much Geoffrey resembles Christian. There's no denying that Christian is Geoffrey's baby. My mind whirls as I deal with the ramifications of this. Looking at the remains of the box it's obvious that Gideon has never opened it. He has no idea that he has an older brother. Should I tell him? With everything else his Dad has done, should I then prove that his Dad was a man whore to? I don't know if I can make that decision for him. Do I even have the right? What would I want someone to do if it was me? I'd have to know. He has a right to know. I'll just have to help him through it.

Walking into the bedroom I see Gideon lounging in his pair of black silk pajama pants. His long black hair is still damp from our shower. As he sees me walk in he looks up from the newspaper in his hands and I can see his electric blue eyes light up and his mouth slowly curl into a smile.

"Done already, angel" his smile slowly fades as he sees the look on my face. "What's wrong?" "I have something to tell you, but I'm not quite sure how." "Just tell me, what's happened?" "While I was in the storage room I knocked over a box. It had a couple of pictures of your Dad." "You can just put them back. I don't want to see them. My Mom gave me that box right after I graduated college. I've never opened it because I don't care about what's in there." "Just listen to me please. There was a picture of your father with a baby boy. A baby boy named Christian. There was another picture of him with a woman named Ella. Do you know who that is?" "What do you mean a baby? He was probably just holding a friend's baby or something."

"Just look at the picture, please." As he looks at it his face seems to turn to stone. He's silent for a long while. "Okay I looked at it, now are you happy?" "Do you realize what this means?" "Of course I do. Apparently, I have another half brother floating around out there somewhere. What do you want for dinner tonight?" "Don't you want to know who it is? What about where he is? You have a brother out there. An OLDER brother! How can you just pretend he doesn't exist?" Finally, he looks me in the eyes and I can see the pain that he's trying to hide. "What do you want me to say? I have a brother, one which I wish I didn't have every day. Why would I want to try to find somebody else to do that to me?" "But don't you think he has a right to know?" "I don't care if he knows. It's not my business or my problem. I'm through talking about it. Can we just drop it and try to enjoy the last few hours of our weekend please?" "Of course we can."

As soon as I walk into my cubicle in the Crossfire building I call my stepfather Richard Stanton. If anybody can get information about all of this he will. All night I kept flipping back and forth as to whether I should just let it drop, but I couldn't get the picture of that adorable little boy out of my mind. To think that Gideon had a long lost brother is just unbelievable. Being an only child, I always wished my parents would have a younger sibling for me. I was ecstatic when my Mom married husband number two because then I'd have a step brother. That of course didn't end up happily. It wouldn't hurt to at least find out whom Ella and Christian were.

Richard told me he'd get the best private investigator started on it immediately. Getting him to keep it from my mother took some convincing, but I finally accomplished it. All that was left to do was to wait for whatever he could find out. The week passed slowly. Every time my phone rang or my email pinged I expected it to be Richard telling me everything he had found out. By Friday, I had started to begin losing hope. Just as I was gathering up my stuff to meet Gideon in the lobby before hitting the gym, my cell rang. "Hello?" "Eva, Richard. I've gotten that information you requested, and it's very surprising. I've sent you copies of all the information my investigator could find to your email. Would you like me to send you the hard copies as well?" "No thanks the digital copies should work. What was he able to find out?" "You got very lucky. My team just acquired new software to dig into sealed files. Christian Wolfe was born June 18, 1983 to Ella Wolfe and Geoffrey Cross in Detroit, MI. His mother was a crack whore who died of a drug overdose when he was four. When his mother's pimp found Ella and Christian, she'd been dead for several days and he wasn't speaking. He was taken to an ER in Detroit, where he was treated by Doctor Grace Trevelyan-Grey, who later along with her husband Carrick Grey adopted him. He took their name. Eva, he's Christian Grey of Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc." "Wait, Christian Grey? THE Christian Grey!?" "Yes I thought it was interesting myself. Obviously, they got some of their business sense from their Father. Just in case you wanted it I sent you the contact information that I have. Is there anything else you want or need to know right now?" "No, thank you Richard, I really appreciate it. Have a good weekend." "I hope to, I have a wonderful evening planned with your Mother. If you need anything else just let me know." "Thanks." As I hang up the phone my head is swimming with all the information. Now I just need to figure out what to do with it. Vowing to find some time alone to read the information I head to the bank of elevators to meet up with Gideon in the lobby.

Gideon finally falls asleep at midnight. Keeping a close eye on him, I slowly slide out of bed and take my laptop into the main room. I immediately turn it on and go to my email to start digging into the information Stanton dug up for me.
Looking through it I see that Christian was adopted when he was four and shortly afterward moved to Seattle, where he still lives. He started his own business when he was really young and it has grown exponentially. The similarities between him and Gideon seem to be racking up. He married Anastasia Steele a little over a year ago, and she just gave birth to their first child. Flicking through the pictures of him I pull up from Google I notice he has the same lips as Gideon, and he's got the stone face thing down perfectly.
I sit there for over an hour just processing everything. This is such a huge bombshell, I had a hard enough time telling Gideon, the person I can tell everything to. How can I tell a complete and utter stranger? As I sit there looking out the window as the lights of the city wink in and out I realize I don't have a choice. It's not my right to keep this information from anybody, much less somebody who knows next to nothing of their family. With my resolve strengthened I turn back to my laptop to pull up the email address for one Christian Grey. After I've finished typing the email I chicken out and save and close. I decide to wait until tomorrow morning to send it. Maybe once I'm at work and have had my morning coffee, I will have more courage.