Shades of Elliot

Shades of Elliot

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Genre: Fan Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

Summary

Elliot Grey's POV throughout the whole Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy.

Summary

Elliot Grey's POV throughout the whole Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Shades of Elliot

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Elliot Grey's POV throughout the whole Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 23, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 23, 2014

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Chapter 1

 

I am awaken from my dream by the sound of the alarm on my phone ringing. I hear a groan on my left and felt the bed move along with the blanket.

I open my eyes and take in my surroundings sleepily. 
Well, at least I'm at the Heathman. No need for me to drive off early in the morning. Especially since I feel a headache coming on.

I reach for my phone sitting on the nightstand and click the snooze button. There. It wouldn't ring again for at least fifteen minutes. Which gives Miss Whoever-I-slept-with-last-night enough time to gather her senses and get the hell out of my place.

I sit up and the blanket pools in my waist. I look down at my bedmate. She's lying on her front hugging a pillow. I can see her side boob from where I'm sitting. Her platinum blond hair pools around my pillow down to her upper back. Her sleeping face is smudged with makeup and I'm sure that once she gets up and off my bed, the pillows are covered with her make up smudges.

Honestly, I don't care whether she's king kong because of the fact that I drank way too much for my liking again. 
Hopefully my hangover isn't as bad as I wish it would be. I have some plans today. Plans which includes spending time with my baby bro, Christian. 

I heard from some of the staff who were gossiping yesterday that one of Seattle's hottest bachelor was staying here. At first I thought it was me and just when I was about to announce my presence and suggest a threesome, they said the name, "Christian." 

Talk about a kill joy. I mean, my brother isn't ugly but I have this inkling that he might be gay because of the fact that he doesn't like to date or even be seen with women. 

Frankly, I was just insulted at the fact that they wouldn't consider me as one of Seattle's hottest bachelor because, hello? I'm Elliot Fucking Grey. 

Okay so my middle name isn't 'Fucking' but according to Mia it should be since I bang every single thing that walks and has a vagina. I'm pretty sure she still hasn't forgiven me for having sex with one- no two- wait. Okay I'm pretty sure it was four? Yeah, I don't do well with remembering girls I slept with in the past.

So anyway, it was a good thing I didn't bang them because for one thing, I don't like banging a dude with such a feminine voice that I literally mistook him as a women. And two, I already banged the slutty maid he was talking to and let's just say she didn't take the after part of the one night stand very well...

And speaking of after parts.

"Hey, wake up," I say in my husky morning voice. The girl... What was her name again? Cameron? Caddie? Candy? Cindy? Casey? Oh who the fuck cares. The girl moans and mumbles something unintelligent. "Hey, you gotta wake up." 
"It's too early!" she mumbles angrily against my pillow. I should call room service and tell them to get the pillows, sheets and everything else replaced since this chick is dirtying it all up. 

"No, it's not," I argue. I tap her bottom. "You gotta go. It's like one in the afternoon."

Well that got her attention. She sits up quickly and looks at me with wild brown eyes still covered in morning stars - as mom likes to call them - as if asking me for confirmation at the time. I nod and she mutters, "Shit."

She gets off my bed and I watch as she practically became an Olympic sprinter with the way she ran around the room finding her clothes. Which isn't much since the only things she wore were a black thong, some sequined sorry excuse of a dress and fake fuck me high heels. How do I know it's fake? The sole on the foot was rubbed off so you can't see the label but I think it was Dior. See? Fake.

I lean back and enjoy the show. Her fake double D's are bouncing as she takes each step and my eyes are immediately drawn to them. What can I say? I'm a guy and the boobs are practically calling out to me like I'm God. 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm late," she keeps saying under her breath as she hurriedly shrugs on her black dress while slipping on her heels. 

Just as she finished, she quickly grabs her purse which is thrown across the room and is lying just on the corner near the balcony. 

As she fixes her hair and uses a used napkin she found inside her bag -- Um gross, I remember that that is the same napkin she used to wipe off the snot that was pouring out of her nose last night as she fake cried at me about her obviously fake sob story -- to clean her face of the makeup smudges. 

She then faces me and I'm rewarded with her ugly face. 

Christ! I should give this chick my skin moisturizer that Mia gives me for my face because my God she needs it. 

Her face is filled with oily skin thanks to not washing her face when she woke up. She has bags under her eyes and wrinkles on her forehead and cheeks. She definitely looks older than her twenty three years that she's told me. 

"Well, you were a great fuck but I gotta go," she says before heading out of the room. I hear the front door open and close and I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God I didn't need to get handsy with this one and show her the door myself. 

Just then, the fifteen minutes are up signaling that it's eleven fifteen. Well, a little lying could help a man sometimes. I mentally pat myself on the back. Mission accomplished.

 

~~*~~

 

I knock on Christian's door -- well I hope it's Christian's door because otherwise, I just wasted a Benjamin on Chuck the Manager who was handling the front desk at the time -- and wait for him to answer. 

Taylor answers the door and I give him my signature megawatt grin. 

"Taylor my man, is Christian there?" I ask as I make my way in once Taylor moved aside to let me in. 

I look around his room and noticed that his suite is swankier than mine. Well, he does make a lot more money than I do but we can't all be freaking business moguls now, can we? 

Christian walks out of his room barefoot wearing a white linen shirt and some denim jeans. Well, at least it's classier than my red T-shirt and faded denim jeans that I've had since my college years. 

"Elliot? What are you doing here?" Christian raises a dark eyebrow at me and it just makes me want to laugh and tease him. 

"Can't I see my brother? I just heard you're staying here and I'm staying here so I thought that maybe I could pay you a visit," I say. I settle down on the couch in the spacious living room as Christian makes his way across the room to sit on the other chair next to the couch I'm sitting on. 

"I meant, what are you doing here in Portland," he says, running a hand through his copper hair. 

"Well, I'm here for work related stuff." I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively in his direction and he rolls his eyes. I laugh because this is how our conversations usually go when I talk about my shenanigans. "Well, what about you?"

"Me?" he asks. I seem to have caught him off guard. 

"Yeah," I say, sitting up straighter on my seat. "What are you doing here on Portland? You rarely go here." 

"Well, unlike you, I'm actually here for work related reasons."

"Seriously, bro?" I ask, sarcasm filling my voice. I state my point further by rolling my eyes. "Do you ever take day offs?"

"I take day offs," he says, seemingly affected that I insulted him for being a workaholic.

"Really?" 

"Really."

"Can you take one now? I mean, you did just say you take day offs so that means you can take one now, right?"

Christian rolls his eyes and I grin, knowing I've won this round.

"I can't believe I'm taking your bait, Elliot but alright. I'll go on a stupid day off for you," he says. I pump my fist in the air and yelled out a "Fuck yeah!" which makes Christian laugh.

"Taylor!" I call out. Taylor comes out from wherever he was hiding and walks into the room. 

"Sir," he says in that brisk tone. 

"Get some booze-" 

"No. Taylor, take the day off," Christian says, cutting me off. I look at him and he gives me a look that says 'Later.' "We'll handle everything from here."

"Sir?" Taylor sounds unsure as if he's wary of what Christian would do when he's not around. Although my theory is that he's just worried what would happen because I'm around and once again, I've just been unintentionally insulted twice this week.

"It's okay. Just go," Christian says. Taylor nods and walks out of the room. Christian looks back at me and I arch an eyebrow at him. "If I'm taking a day off then so should Taylor. And I heard him talking to his daughter earlier today." 

Ah, that explains it. Christian has a soft spot for Taylor's daughter, Sophie. He even pays for her schooling. I once met the kid and even I'm smitten. Not only is she beautiful but she's also quite bright. She'll definitely make boys weak in the knees. 

"So you know what this means, right?"

"What?" Christian asks.

"This means you're paying!" I say.

"You're an idiot."

 

~~*~~

 

It's sometime in the night when Christian's phone rings. So we didn't get hammered like I wanted us to but we did spend the time just catching up and drinking beer. We had dinner at the Heathman and we're now currently at the hotel bar drinking our buds.

He doesn't pick it up right away and part of the reason must be because he's trying to take a day off and spend the evening hanging out with me. But then Christian's blackberry buzzes again and I waved a hand at him to pick it up.

Christian takes one look at the screen and his whole demeanor changed. Now this definitely piques my interest. Who the fuck is calling him? 

He quickly answers it and my unspoken question is answered.

"Anastasia."

Holy shit. It's a girl. It's a girl that I haven't heard of. 

Oh my God! 

My brother isn't gay! 

Wait. I hate bursting my own bubble but this might be work related. For all I know, he probably fired Andrea and hired another blonde named Anastasia.

The caller, Anastasia, says something on the other end that has Christian's face changing. 

"Anastasia, are you okay? You sound strange."

Okay... I'm still onto this two theories I have in my head that one, Anastasia is an Angel sent from God above who has finally answered my family's wishes or two, she's just a new employee who might have a slight alcohol problem.

"Anastasia, have you been drinking?"

This Anastasia girl says something to my brother that has him gripping his beer tightly but he unclenched it quickly and responded to her in a calm voice.

Christian glances at me and he probably sees amusement on my face because he gives me a quick glare before returning his attention to Anastasia. 

Heck, one of the many reasons I'm amused is that this is the first time I've heard him talk to a woman that isn't about business.

"I'm -- curious. Where are you?"

I hear some mumbling from where I'm sitting. 

"Which bar?" 

Okay, that was clearly not the answer he was looking for. I take a tentative sip of my beer and watch as my brother tries to maintain his cool.

"How are you getting home?"

By this point, I'm one hundred percent sure that Anastasia isn't an employee and is more than just a work colleague. If she's just a friend, then I'll damn well make sure that she won't remain as one.

"Which bar are you in?" 

I am internally plotting on how I'm gonna trick Christian into introducing this girl to our parents. Mia should be there for some added teasing to help me out. 

"Anastasia, where are you? Tell me now."

I hear some giggling on the other end. Yep, she's definitely hammered. 

"Ana, so help me, where the fuck are you?" 

I hear more giggling and conclude that this girl is either an alcoholic or just has some real shitty friends to just let her drink this much. 

"Where in Portland?"

Oh! So Anastasia's here then. Well, this makes everything better.

"Ana!" 

Christian looks down on his blackberry as if it just stole a hundred million dollars from him. Ana must've hung up on him and to my brother who is known as the family's black sheep, that is a big no no.

"What's going on, Christian? Who is this Ana?" I ask, even though I know I'm not getting an answer right away.

Christian raises his hand to silence me and I know now is not the time for some playful banter. This Anastasia chick might be in serious danger. 

Also, I'm all out of beer and a waitress is nowhere to be seen. I mean, seriously? It's eleven in the evening and it's Friday, this place should be at least swarming with people and waiters or waitresses. 

Christian calls someone on his blackberry.

"I need an urgent trace on Miss Steele's cell... yes, immediately... optimum accuracy... I'll hold." 

Wow. And I thought my high school stalker, Becky Terry was in an extreme level. Christian takes it to a whole other level. 

A few minutes passed in silence and I watch as Christian gets more agitated and more frustrated as each minute passed with no response from whoever he's talking to right now.

Finally, someone talks on the other end and I see Christian visibly relax as he hears where Anastasia is.
As soon as he hangs up with whoever he was talking to, he dials another number.

"I'm coming to pick you up."

Well, there's no question on who was on the other end. Christian stands up and turns to leave but I break the tense silence by speaking up.

"You want me to come too?" I ask. I'm seriously worried that he's worried because that's what brothers do. They worry over their siblings. 

"Yeah, you might come in handy I suppose," was all he said before walking out of the bar with me still standing up. I guess I'm supposed to follow him then.

And what the fuck was up with that statement? I feel like I just got compared to a Ray Bans shades.

We walk into the hotel parking garage and get into his car. 

"So come on, spill, who exactly is this 'Ana' chick then?" I ask just as I finish buckling myself in. He floors the glass quickly.

"Just a friend." 

I want to say something but even I'm not that stupid to poke fun of a man who is a ball of tension right now. God knows I don't want to be on the receiving end of his fist.

We pull into a bar that's near the hotel and is filled with college students getting trashed. 

Oh. So Ana's a college chick then. Maybe she has some sorority sisters with her. 

Christian gets out of the car and I follow quickly. We make our way inside and I watch him scan the crowd for this Ana person.

While I did my own scanning, I see a stunning blonde busting her moves on the dance floor. I watch her sway her hips and move with the beat. 

Fuck, she looks like she's making love with the music.

And just my luck, Christian saw her and is making his way towards her. I let out a sigh of disappointment knowing that he did have first dibs.

"Is that her?" I question, hoping he says no so that I could make my move on this sexy vixen. 

"No that's her friend, but she should know where Ana is -- I hope so anyway," he says.

As soon as he said the words 'No', I didn't much care for the rest of what he said. I'm a dick, I know. I should give a fuck about Ana but at the moment, I am momentarily enamored with her friend.

"Where's Anastasia?" Christian asks and the beautiful blonde gets startled and turns to look at him.

"What the... What on earth are you doing here?" she gapes at him. I also noticed that she's not fawning over him like a fangirl. Which is a good thing for my part.

"Tell. Me. Now. Where. Anastasia. Is." My brother spits out each word to her slowly as if she's incapable of understanding the simplest things.

Oh how I'm wishing this isn't a dumb Barbie right now.

"She... er... went outside to get some fresh air," she says. "Jose's just gone to check on her."

At the mention of another guy's name, Christian's anger level just went up. He turns to look at me.
"I'm going outside to look for Ana. You stay here in case I miss her and she comes back inside." 

I give him a huge grin and a salute in which he replies with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head before turning to leave.

I turn around and face the beautiful blonde whose name I still haven't learned.

 

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A/N: I wrote this on my phone so if it's a little short, then I apologize. I will be editing the whole book once it's finished. 
Please feel free to comment any mistakes you found and if you think my writing in Elliot's Point of View sucks.
I tried my best to get into Elliot's head so if there is anything wrong, I'd like to hear your thoughts. 
Comment, vote, subscribe and thanks. c:

 

 

 


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