Fifty Shades Darker (book 5) novel Chapter 121

“I knew it. I knew something shady was going on. That little bitch your spy?”

“If you mention Anastasia once more, if you even think about her, if you even think about thinking about her, I will end you.”

His eyes narrow. “You like it when she kicks you in the balls?”

I hit him square on the nose and he topples backward and smacks his head on the shelves behind him before he slumps onto the floor.

“You mentioned her. Get up. Clear your desk. And get out. You’re fired.”

Blood is pouring from his nose.

Taylor steps into his office with a box of tissues and places them on the desk for Hyde.

“You saw him,” Hyde whines to the security guard.

“I saw you fall,” the security guard says. The name on his badge is M. Mathur. Good job.

Hyde struggles onto his feet and grabs a handful of tissues to stem his nosebleed. “I’m pressing charges. She attacked me.” Hyde continues to snivel, but he begins to put his belongings in the box.

“Three hushed-up harassment cases in New York and Chicago and the two warnings you’ve had here. I don’t think you’d get very far.”

He regards me with dark eyes and unadulterated, feral hatred.

“Pack your things. You’re done,” I spit.

Turning, I head out of his office to wait with Taylor while Hyde packs up his stuff. I need to distance myself.

I want to kill him.

He takes forever, but he does it in silence. He’s mad. Real mad. I can almost smell his blood boiling. He gives me the occasional poisonous glance, but I remain impassive. The sight of his messed-up face gives me some satisfaction.

Eventually he’s done and he picks up the box. Mathur follows him out of the building.

“Are we finished here, Mr. Grey?” Taylor asks.

“For now.”

“I found him groveling on the floor, sir.”

“Really?”

“Miss Steele appears to know how to defend herself.”

“She’s always full of surprises. Let’s go.”

We follow Hyde out of the building and both of us head to the Audi. Because Ana is already in the front seat, Taylor gives me the key and I slide into the driver’s seat. Taylor gets into the back.

Ana is quiet as I pull out into the traffic.

I don’t know what to say to her.

The car phone rings.

“Grey,” I answer.