Fifty Shades Of Grey: My Years With Elena *Warning - Explicit Content*


'Picture this, an adolescent boy looking to earn some extra money so he can continue his secret drinking habit. So, I was in the backyard at the Lincolns', clearing some rubble and trash from the extension Mr. Lincoln had just added to their place. Elena - Mrs. Lincoln appeared out of nowhere and brought me some lemonade. I made some smart-ass remark...and she slapped me. She slapped me so hard. She then seduced me and I became her submissive for six years.'

And this is my account of what happened.



I stare at my phone. In all the time I've known him, Christian has never hung up on me. Hell - there were times when he was practically glued to his phone whilst talking to me.

A little role-play phone sex always got his juices flowing...

My core spasms at the memory which just triggers a flood of jealous rage. I storm off blindly, not particularly looking where I'm heading and I suddenly find myself at a dead end in the preparation area, which is now being used for storage. A large number of staff are milling about, collecting all the empty glassware, cutlery, plates etc., and stacking them neatly on long tables covered with white linen tablecloths. At the end of the nearest table to me, sits a large white wicker basket, with spare envelopes, pens and paper used for the auctions and my mind reflects back to the bidding war over Anastasia.

Leave. Her. Alone.

Christian's harsh words reverberate inside my head. How can I leave her alone? She has the one thing I want most in this world.

Of course I'm not going to leave her alone!

And on top of that she thinks I'm some kind of Paedophile! At the very least I deserve to be heard out and to tell her my side of the story. Christian obviously hasn't told her everything about what our relationship was really like and how much I helped him, otherwise she wouldn't have called me a child molester!

I grab a pen and paper and scribble out a note to her:

I may have misjudged you. And you have definitely misjudged me. Call me if you need to fill in any of the blanks – we could have lunch. Christian doesn't want me talking to you, but I would be more than happy to help. Don't get me wrong, I approve, believe me – but so help me, if you hurt him...He's been hurt enough.

Call me:

(206) 279-6261

I pause at the bottom. How do I sign it? Elena is too friendly, Mrs. Lincoln too formal. And then inspiration strikes.

Mrs. Robinson.


I'll readily admit even I found that funny when Christian told me. The Graduate is one of my favourite films. Mrs. Robinson was hot, sassy, sexy and seduced a college boy. Not quite life imitating art, but if Anastasia wanted to call me that, I was more than happy with the comparison.

At least it was better than Mrs. Child-Molester.

Grimacing, I put my note in the envelope and seal it.

"Can I help you with anything, ma'am?"

The name of my alter ego being said so huskily makes me jerk in surprise and for one fleeting moment I think Christian has had a change of heart. Instead, I am met with a pair of twinkling hazel eyes, set in a handsome boyish face and framed with dark blond hair.

"Umm..." I begin hesitantly. He smiles warmly at me, revealing two very cute dimples in his cheeks. "I need to get this note to a guest here, and for certain reasons I can't hand it to them myself."

"I can pass it on for you if you like, ma'am? I'm very discreet." He offers in the same rich, smoky voice.

I don't know whether it's the alcohol, hormones or just the result of a very shitty evening, but I can't help being drawn to him.

And I definitely like the way he says ma'am...

Images of what I can do to young men just like him, flash through my mind at warp speed, making me wobble slightly and he reaches out a tanned arm to steady me. His white shirt pulls against his arm, revealing a large, tight bicep. He definitely has potential...

"Ma'am? Is everything okay?"

I pat his tanned hand reassuringly. "Thank you, yes. It's just been a long and exhausting day." I screw my eyes shut momentarily. "Do you happen to know who Christian Grey is?"

"Of course!" He beams. "I was actually talking to one of his guys earlier. We go to the same gym."

I brighten immediately. "Well, isn't that a nice coincidence? If you could hand your friend this," I quickly scribble Anastasia's name on it. "He'll be able to pass it it on."

"No problem, ma'am. Leave it with me."

"Thank you, you are very kind." I let out a sigh. "Now, I just need to get a cab and get out of here."

He tilts his head to one side and looks disappointed.

"What?" I ask in response to his look.

"Well, the fireworks start soon. If you leave now you'll miss them, and I believe they are going to be something else."

I laugh mirthlessly. "Believe me, I've had more than enough fireworks for one evening."

He smiles and nods, then grabs an envelop, scribbles something on it and hands it to me. "You look like you need a friend and I'm a good listener. Call me if you ever want to talk."

I gasp totally taken by surprise. It's the only moment all evening that someone has actually been nice to me. I look again into his warm hazel eyes.

Oh...The possibilities...

"That's the best offer I've had all evening. I might just do that."

He grins at me all boyish charm, reminding me far too much of a certain someone when he was younger. "I'll go give Luke this note, ma'am. It was nice meeting you." He offers his hand and I slip mine into it as he firmly but gently shakes it and I enjoy the contact of his warm skin against mine.

"It was very nice to meet you too...Sorry, I never got your name..?"

His grin grows wider and his cute dimples dance in his cheeks.

"Isaac, ma'am."


I have had a long soak in the bath, polished off a tub of ice-cream with a nice bottle of Sancerre and have been listening to a Thomas Tallis CD for almost an hour. But yet I can't relax. Things have never been this uneasy between Christian and I and the feeling of unease is keeping me awake. I glance at the clock on my nightstand. It's just after two in the morning. I sigh and stare at the ceiling as the events of the past few days whizz through my mind. Christian's behaviour towards me has been deteriorating steadily since he met Anastasia, I've just been too blind to see it. Now he's pissed at me when I'm genuinely only trying to help. I truly believe that little witch is not the woman for him. Maybe I should ring him in the morning and try reasoning with him. He might be in a better mood. That is...if he takes my call. I sigh dejectedly, then inspiration strikes.

I could just ring him now and leave him a message, so he finds it when he wakes up. Then at least he'll know how troubled I am about last nights events...

Without thinking any further, I grab my cell.

To my utter amazement he answers on the second ring.

"I don't know why you're calling at this hour. I have nothing to say to you."

Holy crap he's still awake and still in a foul mood!

I steel myself. "Darling, it wasn't my intention to disturb you. I thought you'd be asleep. I was going to leave you a message."

"Well, you can tell me now. You don't have to leave a message." He barks.

"Darling, don't be angry with me," I beseech him. "Please just listen to me for a moment. I'm just have some concerns about Anastasia..."

He cuts me off in the same belligerent, angry tone. "No, you listen. I asked you, and now I'm telling you. Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"

Dear God. What the hell has happened to him tonight that he's still angry and awake at this hour?

"Christian...darling...please. I mean no harm. I just want to try and get to know her better so I can understand your deep feelings for her. She's hurt you so badly darling,  I don't want it to happen again. You know I care deeply for you." I try my best reasoning voice.

"I know you do. But I mean it, Elena. Leave her the fuck alone. Do I need to put it in triplicate for you? Are you hearing me?" He snarls.

Unfortunately, very loud and clear. Ringing him at this hour was obviously a huge mistake.

I rub an aching knot in my brow. "Yes. Okay." I mutter.

"Good. Good night." He snaps and once again the line goes dead before I can respond.


Leave. Her. Alone.

I stare at the ceiling, tears pricking my eyes. This has without doubt, been the shittiest of shittiest evenings.

After EVERYTHING I've done for him, EVERYTHING we've been through, he treats me like this?

Is this really how it's going to be now? Being pushed to the sidelines whilst I just watch from a distance like a jealous, malevolent spectre?

Oh get a grip, Elena!

My alter-ego finally stirs and breaks her long silence. The last time I was wallowing in this much self-pity was when I disappeared from Christian's life after Linc had beaten the crap out of me. That time, I was weak and injured for months before I could fight back.

This time, it's different.

I may be tired, I'm certainly cranky, but there is no way I'm going to just fade into the distance and relinquish all of my control. Tomorrow, I'll invite Isaac over for dinner and and see where that takes me. I could do with a hot, young distraction. It always helps to sharpen my mind. And then I can focus on a new strategy for Anastasia and Christian.

Leave. Her. Alone.


But leave YOU alone Christian?


Okay that really is The End now!

It was always my intention to show Elena's

true colours at the end of the story. Hope you enjoyed

seeing the 'evil bitch troll' in all her glory!!

Thank you all so much for reading and coming on this

journey with me. Please don't forget to vote for each chapter and

if you'd like to leave any comments I'd love to hear from you.

Kind Regards and thank you all for your support

Beth xxxx

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