Here we go again a new story while I still have four ongoing stories ... but this one is different, because I have already 10 chapters written. This means for now I will update every Saturday and once I have at least two of my other stories finished updates will be every Saturday and Wednesday. This story is inspired by "If I were you" by Lisa Renee Jones, though all characters will be from FSOG or new characters that I have created. The story is going to have three parts and is AU. Anastasia is very much OOC and Christian will seem very much the same as FSOG for part 1, but there are some things different about him that will be revealed later in part 2 and 3. Each part has about 15 to 20 chapters, so this is going to be a long story. For those of you who want to know if this story is going to have an HEA, well this time I can't reveal it before part 2 starts, as the first part will be a mystery... If you want me to continue, please let me know in the reviews...

Disclaimer: All characters belong to E.L. James and the storyline is inspired by If I were you from Lisa Renee Jones

Day 1 - The Journal

"Yes dad, I'm fine ... no the apartment is great, I love it ... yes, I call you back soon. Bye Dad, give mom a kiss for me." I hang up and flop down on my sofa staring out of the floor to ceiling windows of my new apartment in Seattle. I needed this change of scenery. I've lived in Chicago for all my life and now only 22 years old I needed a change of scenery, just something new. A fresh start. And of course I needed to get away from him. Peter Martin, my childhood best friend, high school sweetheart and fiancé, whom I caught fucking my best friend Elsa Wilkins just days before our wedding.

Only four months ago I had my life perfectly planned. I wanted to marry Peter, work as an editor at the publishing house that had just hired me fresh out of college. After a couple of years I wanted to have kids with Peter and be a stay at home mom. Now, all of that will never happened. I just needed to get out. I couldn't stand the way people were looking at me and of course see the pity in their eyes. It made me furious. I don't need anyones pity and I don't want to be known as Anastasia Steele, the girl who got betrayed by her fiancé and best friend. To make things worse Elsa got pregnant and Peter married her last month. That was when I decided I couldn't stay in Chicago any longer.

My grandparents lived near Seattle and I loved spending the summer with them as a child, so I decided that's where I am going to make a fresh start. Being the daughter of rich parents, I decided for the first time in my life to take advantage of it and pursue a dream I never dared to fulfil before. But instead of reading what over people have written, I decided to write a book myself. I always enjoyed writing as much as reading, so I will give it a try. My parents, only to eager to help me getting through this difficult time bought this apartment for me and gave me 5 million dollar out of the trust fund the set up for me to have once I've turned 25th and now I have enough money and time to come up with a good idea for my first book.

Today though I have a lot of unpacking to do. At least the apartment was sold already furnished and decorated, so I can spare all the furniture shopping. I look around all the boxes and decide to unpack my books first. An hour later the shelfs are filled with all of my favorite books and I have placed some pictures of my family and friends around the apartment. Next I unpack everything in the kitchen and use the shopping service of a nearby supermarket to get my groceries delivered. Usually I like to shop myself, but today I have so much to do, that I simply won't have the time to do it.

My last stop is my walk in closet and it takes me almost two hours to get everything in the right place. I look around and stare at the painting on the wall of my walk in closet. It looks out of place and it's ugly. I love the rest of the apartment, but this painting just doesn't sit right with me, so I take it off and frown. The wallpaper behind it looks like it isn't attached to the wall correctly. I touch it and it feels like there is a hole behind the wallpaper. I leave the closet to get a knife and as I cut into the wall paper and take it off, I reveal a deep round hole in the wall about the size of a watermelon and inside are three books. I get them out and sit down with them on the floor. As I open them I realise they are journals. I can't read them. Maybe they belong to the person who lived here previously and he or she forgot to take them when he or she moved out.

I sigh, I guess I have to return them somehow. So, I get up and leave my apartment, taking the elevator down to the lobby and walk over to the front desk.

"Hi, my name is Anastasia Steele, I moved in today. I found some things in my apartment that the previous owner must have left there, maybe you could help me out with a name or the new address of the former resident." I ask the man behind the front desk.

"I'm sorry Miss Steele, but I'm not allowed to give you that information. Maybe you can call the previous owner."

"Okay, thanks" I mutter get into the elevator and back up to the 20th floor where I live. I'm just about to unlock my door when the second elevator pings announcing someones arrival.

"Emma? Oh my god! Where were you I was worried sick!" A young woman says and as I turn around her mouth pops open.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Umm... I'm Kate Kavanagh, I live in 20B. Are you Emma's sister you look so much like her" the young blonde says and I frown.

"I'm sorry, I don't know an Emma. I moved in here today, but umm... did you say the woman who lived here before me is called Emma. I found some of her stuff and want to return it, do you have an address or phone number so I can contact her?"

She sighs and looks upset. "No, I wish I had. I'm worried about her."

Somehow, I'm curious now. "Do you want to come in? I would like to know more about Emma. Oh, sorry I forget to tell you my name. I'm Anastasia Steele."

"Nice to meet you. And yes I would like to come in." I lead her into my apartment and while she is looking around the livingroom I get us both a glass of chilled white wine.

"Thanks Anastasia. You know, this apartment looks exactly the same. It's weird seeing someone else live here."

"When have you last seen Emma?"

"Five months ago. We talked about going to the movies together one night and the next day she sent me an e-mail telling me that she decided to travel the world and that she has no idea if or when she will be back. It was weird, she never struck me as the kind of girl for adventures." she frowns saying that and looks deep in thoughts.

"Have you tried to contact her, sent her e-mails or something like that?"

"I tried to call her, but the phone is constantly switched off, I also tried to send her e-mails, but she never answered and about a month ago the e-mail I wanted to send her bounced back, so I guess she has deleted her account."

"What about family or a boyfriend?"

"She has no family, poor thing lost her parents and grandparents in a terrible accident when she was just three years old, she grew up in foster care since then and she didn't have a boyfriend. She was shy, but a lovely person. You really look very much alike. Wait, I have a picture of her, here" she gets her cellphone from her purse and shows me a picture.

Holy fuck! This girl could be my twin sister. She has my exact hair color, pale skin, a petite frame and even her clothes look like something that I would wear. The only big difference is that she has dark brown eyes while mine are powder blue.

"That is so weird, she could really be my sister. How old is she?"

"25, you?"

"22"

"Me too. So are you new in Seattle or are you from here?"

"I'm from Chicago, my grandparents lived here though, so I know Seattle." I tell her and take a sip from my wine.

"Well, if you need someone to hang out you know where I live just stop by when ever you feel like it. Do you have a job?"

"No, I'm doing kind of a sabbatical. Well, umm... I was supposed to marry right after graduating from college and caught my fiancé with my best friend days before our wedding. I tried to get over it in Chicago and started my job at a publishing house, but you know people talk and to top it all he got that bitch pregnant and now they are married. I just needed to get out and now I just need some time to myself."

"Oh wow, that sucks big time. What an asshole and bitch. I hope they end up being miserable. Fuck me, who needs enemies with people like this in his life"

"Yeah, tell me about" I mutter and take a huge sip of wine.

"Looking for a hot rebound guy?"

"Not exactly, do you have someone in mind?"

"Yup, the guy from 20C. He is hot as hell, a little mysterious, but you fit his type. He always looked at Emma as if he wanted to fuck her. His name is Matt Turner. Or you could try to seduce Seattle's most eligible bachelor Christian Grey. He lives in the penthouse on the 28th floor, though I think the guy is gay or celibate. Never seen with a date but sexy as fuck."

"I think I have to pass Kate, they both sound complicated and all I want right now is easy and fun. If I want to get laid I prefer the kind of guy who just leaves after a hot night and I never have to see him again. I did the boyfriend thing since 9th grade with my so-called fiancé and now I want to live and fuck, but no strings attached which means no one I can run into at any given chance."

"Well, I think you won't have any problems finding a guy like that. We should go clubbing sometime soon, I could need a good lay myself. I'm suffering from a nasty dry spell after some really bad lays."

"Deal, let's make a toast, to hot guys and uncomplicated, smoking hot sheets clawing sex and toe curling orgasms in our very near future" I raise my glass and we both laugh as we clink glasses.

Later that evening after Kate has left I cook dinner for myself, but my thoughts drift back to the journals, which are in my bedroom and the young woman who looks so much like me. Why did she leave Seattle without another word? I keep thinking about this and when I'm in bed I can't stop myself any longer. I know I shouldn't do this, read the journal of a stranger, but I feel drawn to this woman, so I take all the journals look at the dates and decide to start with the oldest of them, which was written a little more than a year ago.

I did it. Today, I have signed the contract with Sir. I will only refer to him as Sir, knowing he wouldn't like it if I would write his name down, even if no one would ever read this journal. I know Master wouldn't like it either if I would write his name down. Oh, I hope I'm doing the right thing. A good submissive has to obey her Master in everything, but my Master can't see me all the time and I have needs that need daily sessions. So I went behind his back and found Sir. Who would have thought that I would find two dominants in the same building. Now I like the fact that Master insisted that I move to Escala.

I always thought this place was to upscale for me. I am a sales clerk at Wal-Mart for heaven's sake and now I am living in one of the most expensive buildings in Seattle and dress in clothes I could only dream about just a couple of months ago. I know I will lose all of it, my apartment, my clothes, the car, just everything if Master finds out about Sir or vice versa. I'm playing with fire, which ironically is one of my hard limits. As a submissive my body is my capital, I can't afford to allow Sir or Master to do anything to me that will leave permanent marks.

Also from now on I have to be more careful about receiving punishments, the marks of a spanking will fade over night, but a caning or whipping usually takes up to three or four days to completely fade, so I have to avoid this now. I can't let Master or Sir see marks someone else has left on me or I will lose one of them and I need them to take care of me and fulfil my deepest darkest need to be dominated and humiliated. Most subs take the humiliation as part of the scene, but I enjoy it. Not sure why and I don't want to dwell on it, but I like it. Maybe because no one would think that I enjoy it, well most people don't notice me at all anyway and it's a thrill for me to have this secret just knowing that I have experienced more sexual adventures as most people do in a lifetime in just a few years gives me the biggest kick.

When I first heard of the lifestyle I thought being a submissive would completely debase me, but I couldn't stay away from it, I was too intrigued to just leave. Instead I found a club called "Black Satin" became a member and trained as a submissive for almost a year until I signed my contract with Master. Being a submissive allowed me to finally be myself, by giving up control I gained control, I learned more over my body and the sensual pleasure and pain I can endure as I ever thought possible.

Still I felt empty, because I couldn't be a fulltime submissive. I told Master that I wanted to live TPE 24/7, but though I think he was tempted he simply has not the time to make it happen. So I found Sir and his schedule and Masters schedule allow me to be dominated every day. A little part of me hopes that Master will find out, that he will get jealous and give me what I need solely so I won't need Sir for long. I know I shouldn't, but I know that I have fallen for Master. But I know it's a lost cause. He doesn't do love and still, this little part of me has hope that he will love me one day, not only my submissive alter ego, but all of me. I want him to love me, Emma Mitchell and if he does I will make it my life's mission to please him for the rest of our lives...

Oh my God! I can't even describe how I feel about this. This so far from everything I know, but at the same time I find myself drawn to this woman and her life like I have never been drawn to anything else in my life before. For the next two hours I keep reading through her journal and with every page I am more intrigued about her lifestyle and Emma Mitchell herself. And as I try to find sleep I decide to find out what has happened to her and I know that there are two persons in this building who might have all the answers I want. I need to find out who Master and Sir are...

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