Author's Note: A very small preview to "The Other Mr. Grey's Wild Ride" or as I call it in my head, Elliot's Story. It's a direct tie in with Mr. Grey's Wild Ride, so you'll see Elliot as a youth, his man whore years, his friendship with Ros, his attempts to get Christian out of his shell, his relationship with Kate, and more…

Chapter 1 – And So It Starts

Some people call me a man whore, while I consider myself fun loving and generous with the goods God provided. Share the wealth I say. I'm an asshole. Well at least that is what my little brother Christian would tell me I am. We'll get back to him in a bit. Yes, I will admit to screwing most of the hot blondes in and around Seattle. What can I say, I like blondes. I myself am a blonde – a six-two, two-buck, all muscle, natural blonde. Don't get me wrong ladies, brunettes and redheads are a wonderful distraction, but my perfect woman is a natural blonde, tall, leggy, and attractive, a freak in the bedroom, but most of all confident, logical, and smart. It's actually the reason I'm still single and getting laid as often as I like. I'm chasing a unicorn, but what a fucking chase it is.

Good luck finding all of those traits in one woman and then have them put up with me – Elliot Grey. According to the newspapers I'm the guy living in his younger brother's shadow. I laugh at that. I really do, mainly because I'd made my first ten million with Grey Construction before Christian even dropped out of Harvard. My company is worth over one hundred million now, so it's not too shabby. Besides, I see the hours my billionaire brother puts in and I'm sorry – I need my down and dirty freak time.

Frankly, I don't give a flying fuck what the media say about me. I'm just a well-educated, hardworking, blue-collar guy. I'm financially well off even without my yet untouched trust funds, and I'm pushing thirty. The media can pick on me all they want as Christian's older brother, but if they fuck with him, well, I'll fuck them back twice as hard. After all, I'm good at all manner of fucking, not just the sexual kind. I consider myself a well-adjusted guy who likes to have a good time. I work, hang out with the guys, get laid, and religiously use my season tickets to the Seahawks, Mariners, and the Sounders. If I could drag Christian away from his job occasionally, I'd make his sorry ass come with me to the games.

Yes, I'll admit it. I'm protective of my baby brother, even more so than of my baby sister Mia. More to come on her in a bit. I was six when Christian was brought home and adopted by my parents. I knew I was adopted at that point and hell, I was happy as a pig in shit being a Grey. All these years later and I'm still thrilled. Don't get me wrong, I remember my birth parents and how it felt when they died in the accident, but I also knew the Greys' as they were my parents' friends. It was natural that they adopted me when I was four. I'm lucky. I had two sets of the best parents ever.

They day they brought Christian home was challenging for me. Here was this little ginger kid who didn't talk, always looked terrified, and was tiny considering his age. My parents prepared me for his arrival, telling me that he was four, but was really small for his age and had a hard time in life, but that's it. I mean, what do you tell a six year old – this is your new little brother Christian and some motherfucker abused him and made him his own personal ashtray. I don't think so.

What freaked me out the most was the not talking. Yes, Christian wore every emotion on his sleeve and had major night terrors, but those things I could relate to as when my parents died, I had those same feelings and nightmares. The not talking though really did a number on my head because most people that know me pray I'll actually shut my fucking mouth. I've always been this way, so I couldn't fathom the not talking on Christian's part. Okay, the not touching part also was unnerving.

I remember my mom trying to fatten him up. Here was this scrawny kid who could eat his weight in macaroni and cheese, yet it felt like forever until we noticed a difference. Even as a kid I loved food, yet seeing Christian every morning at breakfast enjoying things I took for granted – a home-cooked meal, hell a meal in general made me sneak him slices of my bacon and toast every morning. It would always earn me a smile from him. Mom always smiled at me when she caught me, then gave me bacon off her plate.

I remember feeling particularly frustrated with the not talking bit after a week of him living with us, so I grabbed his hand, ignored his struggling to pull away, and dragged him into my room. We spent the next hour making signs on index cards I took from our dad's office to help Christian communicate. We drew pictures of different foods, the bathroom, outside, television, books, cars, planes, the swing set outside, different toys, and bed so it was easier for him to tell me what he wanted to do. That was the first day we felt like brothers. Gone was his frustration with me when I didn't understand him and we ended up playing all day and had a blast.

Looking back, it felt like the true beginning of our new, expanded family.

Next Chapter and full story start next weekend once Mr. Grey's Wild Ride is completed.