Fifty Shades Of Andrew Biersack

I woke up half an hour before my clock. The sun had barely risen and I jumped into the shower. I did my morning routines and by the time was 06:40 I sat in my rusty ford heading for what was going to be the longest working day of my entire life.

I was back home at 17:20 and I threw off my clothes and put on a fresh pair of jeans together with a top that was wide and it hung over my right shoulder, leaving the left one bare. Perfect! I straightened my hair, put on some make up and lipstick. For shoes I choose a pair of boots with heels. At 18 I received a text saying my ride had arrived. I shook my head, punctual as usual.

I was shocked to see that it wasn’t Andy that picked me up himself. I felt the excitement over my rare look sink.
- “Hello ma’am. My name is Jake. Nice to meet you” He reached out his hand and I shook it.
- “Nice to meet you too Jake.”
- “Andy told me to pick you up.”
On our way to Andy’s place we talked a lot and it seemed this Jake guy, who by the way was in the same band as Andy, was a really nice guy. Very polite and it felt relaxing to just joke around.

When the car stopped it felt like someone was grabbing a hold of my heart again. I was nervous and I started to sweat again. Who knew what would happen today, our first almost official dinner at his place.

As I walked to the entrance of his house, I could see him standing outside on his porch, smoking a cigarette. He was looking really good and mentally I tapped myself on the shoulder with a smile.
- “Miss cox.” So polite all the time, but if he wants formal, I can give him that.
- “Evening Mr. Biersack.”
He guided me into the same living room area that I had been in yesterday.
- “Care for some wine?”
I nod.
- “I hope some Moet will do for the lady.” He poured me a glass and sat down next to me.
His eyes burning through my skin, I can’t breathe, is there no oxygen in this fricking room?

I took a large sip of the sweet white wine, hoping it would help me calm down. The food wasn’t interesting and my inner goddess jumped up and down, ready to get down to business. Andy stared me deep into my eyes as he took a sip of the wine.
- “What’s the matter this evening, miss Cox?” he raised his eyebrow. Oh god, that eyebrow.
- “Nothing. So, what is it that you want me to sign?”
- “Eager as always miss Cox. Don’t worry; we have plenty of time to discuss that. Let’s eat.” Damn, that smile!
- “I’m not really hungry.” I mumbled embarrassed.
- “We all have to eat, miss Cox.” He frowned at me as he passed me the salad.
I put some salad on my plate and turned my attention back to my wine. My brain was going into overdrive. What is it that he wants me to sign? Maybe I need to sign a confidentiality to keep me safe from the media, because he’s famous.
Maybe I need to sign to the fact that he’s a rockstar and probably has plenty of relationships. No way that I can share that piece of meat!

- “Come on Nikki. Eat your food. Well salad.” He said and looked suspicious at the few salad leaves I had put on my plate but not yet touched
- “I told you, I’m not hungry.”
- “oh, stubborn as well, miss cox. Care for some more wine?” I gladly held out my almost empty glass and he refilled.
- “So, about my signature…” Damn I was on the move. I had no idea I got this eager with alcohol in my blood. No wonder I called Andy in the middle of the night without shame.
- “Fine, I was hoping for a nice dinner with you before we got down to business but as you wish my Lady.” That was probably one of his versions of a joke, calling me my lady. I had to admit though, up until now Andy had let his guard down, and I kind of liked the man behind the serious face.
He removed my plate and his, half empty plate form the table.
- “Don’t go anywhere” he mumbled with a dark raspy voice that gave me goose bumps all over my body.

He returned a minute later with a pile of paper. Well, more like a booklet apparently. He placed them on the table and put his hand on it. With serious eyes he looked down at me.
- “I want you to know, that you don’t have to sign this. You don’t have to be a part of this. But that also means, you don’t get anything from me.”
I stared confused at him.
- “This, Nikki… This is who I am as far as emotions and relationships goes.” He gave me one last warning look and removed the hand from the pile.

I turned the first page of the booklet.

The agreed rules between the Dominant and the Submissive are the following:

- The submissive will obey the Dominant at any time or whatever he desires (Exception, Hard limits)
- The submissive will pledge to silence about the agreed relationship.
- The submissive is to attend the Dominants all agreed needs (Exception, Hard limits)
- The Dominant will take care of the submissive for as long as the contract is still valid.
- The dominant is responsible for the submissive safety.

Holy crap, what is this?!

- The submissive should live healthy in order to maintain the dominants needs and requirements.
- The submissive will NOT attend sexual relations with another man or dominant for as long as the contract is valid. The dominant will own you.

Hard Limits
- No acts involving urinal or other feces.
- No acts involving fire
- No acts involving blood or physical abuse
- No acts involving children or animals
- No acts involving suffocation¨

He actually had to write the no children or animal down?! Or any of the others? What kind of sick man is this?! No sane man would have to write down hard limits!

My brain was currently fighting the urge of either running or to stay put.

Be careful what you wish for, miss Cox!

Notes

Im so sorry that this chapter is very similar to the book. I just want to be detailed. I promise i'll try to make it more original for y'all.. I assume everybody has read the book and of course you don't want to read it again ;)

thanks for for being patient