I don't own anything. My first 50 Shades of Grey fanfic! Enjoy and Review please.

An ivory tower, that's what my mother always called this place when we came for a rare visit to Escala. My dad later told me mom had dubbed it that, because before us this was his seclusion from the outside world. Today, it's my fortress, a gift from my dad after graduating from Harvard four years ago. Few things were remodeled to fit my personality, but other than that dad says it's still the same place he called home.

Fixing my already perfect tie, I give myself one final glance in the mirror. I truly am my father's son, with all his features but his eyes. My blue eyes belong to my mother, while my younger sister inherited our father's gray eyes. At twenty-five, I seemed to have it all. The Grey family looks, wealth, an amazing family, and future CEO to GEH once dad retires this August. Yes, I was a lucky guy, but looking in the mirror always made me see an unhappy lonely guy. I had everything people craved and yet I felt that I had barely anything.

'' Pull it together,'' I say to myself, '' you are Theodore Raymond Grey, you have it all. There isn't anything else you need.''

You don't need her. She made her bed. Let it go, it's been seven years.

Seven years and yet I can't forget. I thought it would be like what my parents have, but I was the only idiot that fell for her lies. I was stupid to think that at eighteen I would find the right girl, the one I would gaze at, just like my dad looked at my mom.

Taking a deep breath, I put on my best Christian Grey CEO face. The one dad wore anytime he had to deal with business. The one I remember imitating when I was little and making my family laugh. The mask that has become my protection whenever I hear people call me the spoiled brat that didn't earn the title of CEO. Honestly, I couldn't care less what people thought of me, but it was easier to put on the mask so people didn't take advantage of me.

Just like she did, a voice in my head says.

Running a hand through my mess copper hair, I make my way out of my bedroom and towards the kitchen. Marie, my housekeeper, is already working on breakfast just like every other morning. She knows my routine and I'm thankful to have her in my busy schedule. Mom calls her my personal '' Gale'' after my family's housekeeper, who has been part of the family since before I was born.

'' Good morning Mr. Grey,'' Marie says, flipping over an omelet onto a waiting plate.

'' Good morning Marie,'' I greet as I take a seat on one of the kitchen stools.

'' Your English tea and your omelet,'' she says placing my food down in front of me.

'' Thank you, it looks delicious like always,'' I tell her, placing a napkin on my lap and digging into my food.

'' I'm glad you aren't a picky eater,'' she jokes as she starts cleaning up the kitchen.

'' Blame my dad for that,'' I smile back.

My words were nothing but the truth. Dad was religious when it came to food, and he hated when people didn't finish everything on their plate. It came with his hard past I later found out and it was then that I became religious to licking the plate clean. Even now, as I lived alone I would finish every bite to remind myself how lucky I was.

'' I'll be sure to thank him,'' she replies back with her motherly smile.

I smile back at her and take another bite of my food, happy to have her company in my life. She was in fact, the first person I had ever hired with only a background check from my father. She had been new to Seattle and recently divorced, and to sum it up she practically cried when I gave her the job in only one sitting. From then on, we have formed a special bond and just like Gale I have come to care for the motherly redhead.

'' That was delicious Marie, thank you,'' I say as I take my final bite and finish off my tea.

'' You're most welcome,'' she says taking my plate.

Standing up, I adjust my navy blue suit and take my briefcase from where it sat on the stool next to me. Time to face the chaos that was getting everything ready for my father's retirement and setting up for as my uncle Elliot called it '' Coronation to the throne.'' In only a little more than a month's time I would be in charge of the empire dad had built. During my parent's upcoming 25th anniversary dad will officially name me head of the company, while he and mom take a honeymoon traveling around Europe.

'' I'll let Thompson know you're ready to leave Mr. Grey,'' Marie says walking towards the security team's office.

'' Thanks,'' I mumble as I check over my emails.

Mom, mom, mom, Rebecca-lord that woman can't take a no for an answer-Collins, Amanda

(Maybe I'll call her…), work, work, mom, mom…

'' I'll call mom later,'' I tell myself glancing down at my Rolex.

'' Mr. Grey,'' Thompson, my head of security, greets from behind Marie.

'' Morning Thompson, let's go,'' I say putting away my BlackBerry.

'' Of course sir,'' he responds opening the door for me.

'' Have a good day Mr. Grey,'' Marie says handing me an umbrella.

'' Thank you and Marie take the day, I'll be late tonight,'' I say as I walk out.

'' Thank you sir,'' she replies, before walking off into the apartment.

Stepping into the elevator, Thompson presses the ground button and the doors close taking us to the garage. Thompson is another loyal employee, one that has known me since before I could walk. From taking me to the playground to going with me to Harvard he's been a companion, and I see him as an older brother.

'' Mr. Grey,'' he says motioning to the now open elevator doors.

'' Thank you,'' I say heading to the black Audi and hopping in. '' Thompson, I won't need you tonight I'll be going out with Amanda. Drop off my car before six please.''

'' Certainly sir,'' he says even though I can tell he hates when I'm out of his sight, even if I was a grown man and not the little boy he once knew.

The drive is slow in the morning Seattle traffic and the rain is coming down in gallons, which only makes it that much slower. I decide to ring Amanda now so I could have my plans finalized before I got to work. Amanda wasn't my favorite person, but she wasn't the most annoying woman I had ever slept with. She and I had a deal, sex and nothing else, and definitely no emotions. She was a rising publicist for the elite and had no time for boyfriends, and I had no want for heartbreak.

'' Well if it isn't Teddy,'' she purrs after only three rings.

'' Expecting anyone else?'' I purr back.

'' I'm always expecting someone Teddy or did you think you were the only one in my life?'' She asks with a giggle.

'' You wound me Amanda, especially after the night we had a month ago,'' I reply.

'' What night?'' She asks playing dumb.

'' The one at my grandparent's estate, at my father's birthday, you and me in the gardens where we could have been caught…does that ring a bell?'' I purr once more, but this time with a smirk.

'' No, no it doesn't. In fact I think you should refresh my memory. I'm back in town for the week maybe we can get together.''

'' Tonight,'' I say rather than ask.

'' I'll have to check my schedule…'' she responds back.

'' Shit,'' Thompson says as he presses hard on the breaks, making us both fly forward.

'' What the hell,'' I say looking up to see what had happened, only to see and hear the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

'' You idiot!'' The blonde beauty screeches giving the Audi a swift kick. '' You almost ran me over!''

'' Teddy? Teddy, what happened? Theodore!'' Amanda screeches in my ear taking me out of my trance.

'' Sorry…Amanda…I'll pick you up at your place… tonight,'' I say hanging up just as Thompson hops out of the car to see if the angel was alright.

After letting poor Thompson get yelled at by the angel I decide to cut in. Stepping out of the car and into the rain with my umbrella I walk over to them, and not once caring about the honking from the other cars.

'' Are you blind!'' She yells.

'' Ms.-'' Thompson tries talking but she doesn't give him a chance.

'' You are an idiot! God how can you not see a-''

'' Excuse me,'' I say trying to make myself seen, but she doesn't stop her yelling.

'' You-''

'' Excuse me!'' I finally yell.

'' What! Can't you see I'm busy yelling at this moron-'' she stops when our gazes meet.

Green and Blue meet.

God she's beautiful.

Her green eyes are like emeralds.

Did my heart just stop?

Why do I feel like this?

'' Are you alright?'' I ask moving my umbrella to cover her wet form.

Why do I feel warm all over?

What's wrong with you Theodore?

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