50 Tints Of Gray

.3.

I get to my apartment. After a long day at work.

Unsure of what to wear.

I stare at my closet.

I get a text from an unknown number.

"Wear smthn 👁 catching. Show sum skin. ;)"

How the hell did he get my number?

"Show skin? Um, ok" I respond

This..this will have to do.

"I really hope this is okay.." I say to myself worriedly.

I hear a knock on my only door.

I turn around to open it, when the handles already turning.

"You're more than okay." He says entering my small 'Home' and smirking.

He looks really nice himself.

"I..um.. I never got your name." I say hesitantly.

"You..can call me Grayson. But around others you must call me Mr. Gray." He says softly and then sternly like it's an order.

"And if I don't call you 'Mr. Gray?'" I say walking towards him. Questioning him.

"Don't test me..ms...Ms.?" He says questioning himself.

"Ms. Y/L/N." I say confidently.

"Shall we?" He asks.

"We shall." I say hooking my arm into his.

...........
At dinner

"Now tell me, Grayson? How do you know where I live? How did you find my number? And why the sudden interest?"

He chokes on his wine. "Slow down, that's a lot of questions for dinner don't you think? One at a time please Ms. Y/L/N" He says catching his breathe.

"Aw, Mr. Gray can't handle three simple questions? Such a pity." I say shaming him. It was a joke but I can see his eyes flicker.

..If looks could kill..

I would be a dead woman.

"We'll see who can handle what, later." He says sternly with an odd grin.

.........

After dinner

"Wow! Thanks Grayson for that wonderful meal." I say walking into my apartment.

Grayson's POV

Gosh her ass looks so squeezable. She's going to wish she didn't make that comment.

"Wow! Thanks Grayson for that wonderful meal." She says walking ahead of me.

Her hips swaying.

Side to side.

Making my pants tighten.

I grab my junk and shuffle it around before she can turn around to see...

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