(Hello! This is a fan made creation of the continuation of Fifty Shades of Grey as written by E.L. James. All rights go to her. For those of you who are lovers of this story, here is a next generation story. Please bear with me, since I'm a little slow on uploading, but I hope I can live up to your expectations. Unlike many stories out there, I am very strict on grammar, but even I can make mistakes. If you see any, just tell me.)
(Also, don't comment any rude things like, "You never told us this was a dirty story!" There's a warning in the description for heaven's sakes, and I just told you that this is a continuation of FIFTY SHADES OF GREY. If you don't like it, keep it to yourself, because I will not tolerate such comments.)
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~AutumnSpirits
Prologue
Phoebe Grey POV
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Waking up next to a naked man is not something I would put into my scrapbook of happy memories, let alone waking up to Kailon Lockhart, the resident bad boy. Upon opening my eyes and realizing where I was, I scrambled out of bed, thankful I wasn't sore due to whatever the hell we did last night and rushed into the bathroom, picking up my clothes as I went.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, seeing my dark hair all scruffy, as if someone was running their hands through them, and I had two hickeys on my neck. Wait, hickeys? Fuck! How am I going to explain this to my parents tonight for the weekly family get together? Let alone my brother!
Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I walked into the shower and just stood there, letting the warm water cascade down on me, loosening my joints and sore shoulders. When I finished washing myself, I dried myself and walked back into the bedroom, dressed in my almost indecent shorts and crop top over a tank top. My mouth dried when I saw Kailon glaring at me, shirtless with his scarlet streaked raven hair ruffled in that sexy wa-- What the hell am I thinking?
"Why are you here, and why the fuck were you using my shower," Kailon growled. I gulped. I usually didn't let people talk to me like this, but Kailon seemed to be the only one who could strike fear in me with just a glare.
"I should be asking you that question. What happened last night?" I asked, curious. Kailon scowled. Oh, sorry it was such a touchy subject! Now just tell me, you overgrown buffoon.
"You were wasted and flirted with me, we made out, and you passed out on the bed after taking off your clothes and making me so eager for a one night stand," he retorted. I gaped. What the... I was that wasted?
"Oh," I murmured, "well, sorry. I wasn't myself, and if you think I would actually do that when not intoxicated as hell, then you are sorely mistaken. On top of that, you left two hickeys!" I yanked my hair away from my neck, revealing the red bruises in all their glory. Kailon shifted his weight, uncomfortable. "And the fact that you were willing to have a one night stand with me while I was drunk as hell tells me you are a rapist bitch," I snarled.
He narrowed his eyes. "Get out of my dorm room. Now," he demanded. I snorted and waltzed to the door. Gladly.
When I got out of the boys' dormitory building, I jogged to the girls' dormitories, ignoring the fact that I was wearing flats. My arrival to my dorm was greeted by a worried redhead who grabbed my wrist, slammed the door closed and pushed me onto the sofa.
