Fifty Shades Of Us

by Night, Vanita

  PROLOGUE

  "You are so innocent, Amelia. Hmm, so innocent", he said kissing my lips again. I let him kiss me and curled my hands in his hair, running my fingers through his silky strands and tugging at them gently. I felt butterflies swarming my stomach. Why am I feeling like this? I asked myself. Although I didn't know, I wanted more. Still, I pulled away, when I thought over what he just said.

  "Zack, don't say that. I am NOT that innocent", I said stomping my foot against the floor and glared at him while pushing him away. Why does everyone think I am innocent?! He laughed at my words and behavior which I guess were contradictory to each other when I think about it. Ughh so irritating!

  "See. You are innocent", he said taking me back into his arms and kissing me from my neck to jaw. "Don't worry, I will teach you everything you need to know", he said nipping the skin on my neck. It felt good, so good. I couldn't contain the voice of pleasure that I felt trying to escape.

  "Zack", I moaned out his name huskily and titled my head back. I held his head with my hands and pulled him down into my neck wanting more, needing more.

  "There, there. My innocent angel is learning", he said teasingly but still kissing me.

  "Zack", I moaned out loud reveling in the pleasure coursing through my veins forgetting everything else in the world.

  Chapter-1

  Zachary Reynold Knight's

  She wore dark blue jeans with a white t-shirt which had some thing written on it with a black hoodie on top. Her legs looked long and slender in jeans while her hands looked cream white. Her dark brown hair was tied in a pony tail and falling to her waist and she wore flip-flops. I mean who comes in that attire to a club. That's what caught my attention.

  But I couldn't see her face because her back was to me. I was in the VIP section and she was at the bar counter, which was one floor down from here. I wanted to see her face. She had been talking furiously with some woman from the beginning and didn't stop talking even once. It looked like she was about to turn.

  Turn!

  Turn!

  Turn dammit!

  She turned, but immediately jumped onto the bar counter and sat on it Indian style, with her elbow propped on her thigh and her face in her palm. I watched in amusement as she did that. She really sat on a bar counter Indian style? Superb! Just superb! Who is she?

  But it didn't amuse me when I saw tears flowing out of her eyes. Her cheeks were stained in tears. But she didn't stop talking to that woman. The woman she was talking to handed her a glass of wine. She took the glass with both hands and drank it like a kid, still holding it with both hands. She drank it all in one gulp, as if she was drinking milk.

  Usually I would never smile at something like that but this time I couldn't stop the small smile that spread across my lips. Then she started crying again and started explaining something to her... friend, I think. Her friend gave her a bottle of beer, which she took again with both hands and drank half of it down straight.

  God! What is she?! I want to meet her now!

  Then a man came towards them, a friend may be, and whispered something to her friend. The woman that she was talking to left for the dance floor and he took the recently vacated seat.

  Why did he take that seat?

  Why was she gone so suddenly?!

  What's happening down there?!

  He seemed to have told her something to which she nodded like a kid with a pout on her lips, that I just wanted to kiss away, and swiped away the falling tears with the back of her hands. In that moment I just wanted to go there and comfort her. The music in the boom boxes changed to some rock music.

  She suddenly laughed and stood up on the bar counter, with the beer bottle still in her hands shouting something that I couldn't hear due to the loud music. She started dancing on the bar counter and it once again brought a smile to my face.

  She took a big gulp of her beer with her head falling back. When the beer was finished, she tilted the bottle upside down while jerking it and saw that there was no more beer left. Then she took the bottle in her hand by its neck and bent down. She swung the empty bottle and hit it on edge of the bar counter, breaking it into half.

  By now, everyone was shouting and screaming at her, cheering and encouraging her to dance. No one looked angry but shouting:

  Dance!

  Dance!

  Dance!

  "I am not innocent", she screamed loudly.

  What does she mean, she is not innocent? Nobody stands on a bar counter and shouts that. Why did she scream that? She took off her hoodie and threw it towards the crowd and started dancing. After a while she took off her band that was keeping her hair in a pony tail and threw it away too.

  She swung her head left - right, while her hair followed. She was jumping on the bar counter while dancing wild. It made me come back to my senses.

  She may fall down and get hurt! Can't her friend see that? I got up from my chair and went down towards the crowd that were still shouting at her to dance. I felt someone stomp on my leg.

  "Watch it idiot", I shouted at the man and saw his eyes widen

  "Sorry", he said and went away.

  I turned around and looked at the bar counter and she was not there. Where is she? Did she fall? Did she get hurt?

  I pushed at the sea of people and went forward, my eyes frantically searching for her. Some girls were intentionally falling on me and touching me here and there. Normally, I would have picked one for some fun for the night, but right now, I wanted that girl only. No one else. I went further and saw her dancing with the man she talked to before.

  My blood boiled, seeing them dancing together. Though they were not dancing too close, I still got angry. Who is he to her?! Her boyfriend? Ya, well I don't care! I went towards them and I pulled her to me by grabbing on to her upper arm. She smiled at me, that beautiful smile. I had never seen such beautiful smile. She had dimples when she smiled.

  Now that I was near her, I saw her face clearly. She didn't have any make up on. She had gorgeous big blue eyes. She had pink rosy lips in the shape of a heart. Her skin felt so soft when I touched her. Her face was flawless. Her cheeks were so chubby. Everything about her, screamed innocence.

  Her hair was swinging left to right as she moved her head and some of her hair was falling on her beautiful face. She had full breasts and nice ass. But it looked as if she was trying to hide that. Which made me want to frown but I managed to hide it and continued to look her over discreetly. Her hair was dark brown, smooth and straight.

  I pulled her to me with my hands on her waist. She didn't say anything for a moment, but pushed me away. I felt rejected!

  No one ever rejected me! It's me who reject girls if I didn't want them! But this girl had the nerve to do that! Does she even know who I am? Does she know what I can do to her?

  Right in that moment I knew she will be mine and I will make her mine.

  I was too lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice her leaving. I looked around. I couldn't even find her friends. Where did she go?! I turned back and saw her going out through the door. I quickly followed her, but by the time I reached there she was no where to be found. It was raining outside and that made it difficult to see beyond a certain distance.

  Was she alone? Was someone there with her? It was not safe for her to go out in the rain, in this dark night!

  I searched the alleys near by, but she was no where. I was fully drenched by now, but something made me come to a stop. What am I doing? Running like a mad man down the alley, on a dark rainy night. What has this girl doing to me with and I didn't even know her name! Frustrated, I ran my right hand through my hair, letting out an 'aah'.

  Where are you?

  Just as I thought that, someone bumped into me.
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  "What the-", I turned around saw her. Before I could say anything she started talking.

  "Help me", she slurred and clutched my drenched black coat tightly. She was looking behind me. I turned around and saw three men staring at her with lust in their eyes. For some reason, it angered me so much. One guy came forward.

  "Give us the girl", he said and before I knew it my fist was in the air and connected to his face. Blood dribbled out of his mouth and he fell down with a shout. I heard someone clapping and I turned around to see her clapping like a kid who saw their favourite action figure fighting. Is she really that innocent!

  "WATCH OUT", she shouted with wide eyes and I turned around to see another man coming towards me fast. I punched his stomach and he fell down, holding it in pain. She clapped again making me want to go there and kiss her now. I watched as the other man got his friends up and left. I went towards her and caught her by her upper arm.

  "Why did you come outside alone? You know it is dangerous right? You seem so innocent th-". I was cut in between when she spoke.

  "Hey! I am not i-nno-ccent", she slurred angrily while blinking rapidly.

  "What's you name sweetheart?", I asked her as I put my arm around her waist.

  "Amelia", she said innocently while looking into my eyes. God she looked enticing in the rain. Slowly her eyes drooped and she fell limp in my arms.

  "You will be mine by tomorrow sweetheart", I said while lifting her in my arms, bridal style and kissing her forehead, while carrying her to my car.

  Chapter-2

  I laid her in the passenger seat and put a seat belt around her. I kissed her cheek and went to the driving seat. I started driving to my house and soon we are in my villa.

  I got out and picked her up. She is still sleeping. I took her in my arms to her room. All the servants went to sleep. I quickly got her to my room which is no the second floor and slowly laid her on my bed, making sure she doesn't wake up.

  I took off my black suit and laid down beside her and kept staring at her. But I don't feel creepy. I can't help it!

  She is cute and chubby. Her lips are completely closed and I can see their perfect heart shape. I leaned down and kissed her fore head. I pulled back and noticed that her hair and clothes are completely still wet as we both got drenched in rain. I thought of bringing a towel and went inside my closet.

  I took one white fluffy towel and came out to dry her hair only to see she is not there in the bed. I had just put her on bed, where is she?

  "Amelia!".

  No answer.

  "Amelia!".

  I heard something downstairs, someone said, "Yes".

  I went out of the room running down stairs calling her name.

  "Amelia!", I shouted her name going into the living room.

  "Yes", I heard a faint angelic voice say and went that side.

  I saw her standing on the kitchen counter facing the fridge and drinking a bottle of beer, with her head fallen back. Some beer is falling of her mouth and trailed down her neck and inside her shirt. I feel lust take over me. What will it feel like to kiss he-. I quickly pushed those thoughts a side.

  "Amelia! Why did you come down? I think I laid you on bed", I said going near her and taking the beer bottle away from her. She has drank so much. She didn't give it to me. "Amelia... Sweetheart stop it! You drank a lot", I said and tried to take it, but she held it to her chest.

  "Last gulp, please...", she asked with her eyes widening and pouting her lips. Now it's not like I can resist that look.

  "Okay, only one gulp", I said strictly. She grinned at me like a kid who got his chocolate.

  "Thank you", she said and turned around. She lifted the bottle, but didn't stop at one gulp.

  "Shit! Sweetheart... stop it!... No!... Don't!... Stop!", I said while trying to take the bottle away from her, but she didn't loosen the grip on the bottle. She turned around and walked down the kitchen while drinking. What can I do, so I followed her to the hall.

  "It's over", she whined as she tilted the bottle down and a drop or two fell on the ground. "I want another one", she pouted. I sighed.

  "No... No more".

  "But... Please", she said with the same look she gave me back in the kitchen thinking that it will work this time. So she thinks she can use that face all the time to get what she want... huh? She is not that innocent after all.

  "No!", I said while folding my arms near my chest. She sighed and sat down in the middle of the white marbeled floor of the living room in Indian style. I gave her a confused look.

  She looked up at me and patted the floor in front of her for me to sit. I went and hesitated at first, but sat down. I never sat on floor. The floor of tiles is cold against my skin.

  She put the bottle between us. I gave her a questioning look. She smiled and slept the bottle on the floor. She turned it with her hand. I turned roundly, but before it stops, she stopped it.

  "Let's play truth or dare". Hmm... Truth or dare. May be I can get something out of dare. I smirked at her.

  "Okay". She smiled at me.

  "Who ever gets the top can ask questions and who ever gets the base will answer or do what they say. Okay?".

  "Okay".

  She turned the bottle and the top side stopped to me. Yes!

  "Ready for the question?". She glared at me as I asked that.

  "The bottle didn't turn correctly", she said and turned the top towards her. "It's my turn".

  "But sweetheart... that's cheating".

  "No. It's the way you should play. Now truth or dare?".

  "Anything your wish. But you can make me do anything you want with me if you make me dare", I said cockily.

  "Anything?", she asked as if she is thinking something.

  "Anything", I said huskily.

  "Okay, then tell truth to what I ask". I rolled my eyes and sighed. How can she be so innocent and turn me on easily.

  "Okay".

  "Am I innocent? I mean do I look innocent to you?", she asked with such innocence.

  Of course you are sweetheart! Before I can answer she continued.

  "No right! Then why did he leave me?", she asked with tears in her eyes.

  "Who left you?", I asked curiously trying to reach her to pull her into my lap.

  "No! You are moving from your place!", she complained, but I don't care. She has tears in her eyes and I can't stop myself. So i pulled her into my lap and she put her head on my chest.

  "You didn't say who left you".

  "My fiance... I mean my ex-fiance". Fiance? God who ever is this guy, I should thank him for leaving her. Now she will be mine.

  "Hey... who ever you are. I don't know your name, but answer me", she said looking up at me with tears falling down her face.

  "Sweetheart, first of all my name is Zack and I don't know why. But all I can say is, he is a big stupid for doing so. You are such an innocent angel", I said kissing her cheek.

  "No! I am not innocent!", she argued shouting loudly.

  "Okay... Okay... Sorry. But why do you get angry when I say you are innocent?", I asked holding her close to my chest.

  "He said I am too innocent to be married to him, when I am not", she said as if it's a matter of fact while playing with the paper that is around the bottle.

  "Then what happened?” I asked curiously.

  "He broke off the marriage a month before the wedding", she said and started to cry.

  God, who ever this man is, he is going to be tortured once I meet him for making her cry like and why would he break marriage with a girl like her. He is definitely stupid. I am broke off my thoughts, when I hear her ask something