Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 165

Elliot is sliding the ring onto Kate’s finger—which reminds me that I have lost the feeling in mine. I squeeze Ana’s hand, and she lets go, letting the blood rush back into my fingertips. Ana has the grace to look embarrassed. “Ow.” I mouth the word.

“Sorry. Did you know about this?” she whispers.

I give her my best sphinxlike smile and summon the waiter. “Two bottles of the Cristal, please. The 2002, if you have it.” He gives me a wide grin and rushes off.

Ana smirks.

“What?” I ask.

“Because the 2002 is so much better than the 2003,” she teases me.

I laugh. She’s right. But I don’t have to tell her that. “To the discerning palate, Anastasia.”

“You have a very discerning palate, Mr. Grey, and singular tastes.”

“That I do, Mrs. Grey.” I lean closer, catching a trace of her scent. “You taste best.” I kiss the pulse point beneath her ear.

Mia is up and hugging Kate and Elliot. Ana follows.

“Kate, I am so happy for you. Congratulations,” Ana says while she clutches Kate.

I hold out my hand to Elliot, he grins, and he looks so relieved and happy that I pull him into a hug, surprising us both. “Way to go, Lelliot.”

Elliot stills for a nanosecond, no doubt shocked by my sudden display of affection, then he embraces me. “Thanks, Christian,” he says, his voice cracking on my name.

I hug Kate, quickly. “I hope you are as happy in your marriage as I am in mine.”

“Thank you, Christian. I hope so, too,” she says sweetly.

She can be sweet!

Maybe she’s not as annoying as I thought she was.

The waiter opens the champagne and pours it into our flutes. Taking mine, I hold it up to the happy couple in a toast. “To Kate and my dear brother, Elliot—congratulations.”

“Kate and Elliot,” we all murmur.

Ana is smiling.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“The first time I drank this champagne.”

I frown, filing through the myriad memories I have of Ana.

“We were at your club,” she says.

The elevator. I grin. Ana with no panties. “Oh, yes. I remember.” I wink at her.

“Elliot, have you set a date?” Mia pipes up.

Elliot shakes his head, his exasperation obvious. “I’ve only just asked Kate, so we’ll get back to you on that, ’kay?”

“Oh, make it a Christmas wedding. That would be so romantic, and you’d have no trouble remembering your anniversary.” Mia claps her hands.

“I’ll take that under advisement.” Elliot smirks at her.

“After the champagne, can we please go clubbing?” Mia turns and gives me her most pleading look.

“I think we should ask Elliot and Kate what they’d like to do.”

Elliot shrugs and Kate blushes. I think she wants to return home to the seclusion of their room.

I walk to the front of the line with our guests and we’re ushered into Zax, the nightclub that Mia has set her heart on attending. The music is already thumping through the small lobby. I don’t know how long I’m going to last here.

“Mr. Grey, welcome back,” the receptionist says. “Max will take your coat.” Her words are directed at Ana. A young man dressed in black appears at her side. I think he approves of my wife’s appearance—a little too much, for my liking.

“Nice coat,” he says, admiring Ana’s…physique.

I glare at the little prick. Back off, bud.

He hastily hands me a coat-check ticket.

“Let me show you to your table.” The hostess bats her eyelashes at me, and Ana tightens her grip on my arm. I glance down at her, but her eyes are on the hostess, and we follow her into the club to a VIP seating area near the dance floor. “There’ll be someone along to take your order shortly.” The hostess waltzes off while we sit down.

“Champagne?” I ask, as Ethan and Mia both head to the dance floor, holding hands. Ethan gives me a thumbs-up.

“Show me your ring,” Ana asks Kate, while I turn my attention to my sister and Ethan on the dance floor. She’s making her usual crazy moves, but Ethan seems unconcerned and is following her lead.

The waitress arrives for our drink order.

Ignoring Elliot’s protest about paying, I reel off, “Bottle of Cristal, three Peronis, and a bottle of iced mineral water, six glasses.”