Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 9

“Will you test my stamina later?” Her voice is low and sultry.

Oh, Ana. Desire streaks through my body like lightning.

“Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, Christian Grey.”

She’s far too good at this game. “I’m so happy you called me,” I say. “Made my day.”

“I aim to please.” She giggles. “I must call your personal trainer, so I can keep up with you!”

I laugh. “Bastille will be delighted.”

She’s silent for a moment. “Thank you for making me feel better.”

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”

“It is. And you do it well.”

I bask in her loving words. Ana, you make me feel whole.

There’s a knock on my door, and I know it’s either Andrea or Sarah with my lunch.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Thank you, Christian,” she says.

“For what?”

“Being you. Oh, one more thing. The news of you buying SIP is still embargoed, isn’t it?”

“Yes, for another three weeks.”

“Okay. I’ll try and remember that.”

“Do. Laters, baby.”

“Okay. Laters, Christian.”

Andrea and Sarah have gone all out today. I have my favorite sandwich—turkey club with a pickle on the side—a sprinkling of salad, and some potato chips, all served on a tray with GEH linen, a cut crystal highball glass with sparkling water, and a matching vase sporting a perky pink rose.

“Thanks,” I mutter, bemused, as they both fuss setting up the tray.

“Pleasure, Mr. Grey,” Andrea says with a smile that is becoming less rare. They both seem strangely distracted and a little skittish today. What are they up to?

While I tuck into lunch I check my messages. There’s another one from Elena.

Shit.

Elena

Call me. Please.

Elena

Call me. I’m going crazy.

Elena

I don’t know what to say.

I’ve been thinking about what happened all weekend.

And I don’t know why things got so out of control.

I’m sorry. Call me.

Elena

Please answer my calls.

I have to deal with her. My parents want me to cut ties with Mrs. Lincoln, and frankly I don’t know how we come back from all that we spewed at each other on Saturday evening.

I said some pretty awful things.

So did she.

It’s time to end it.

I told Ana I would gift Elena the company.