Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 91

“Beloved?” I whisper, wanting to say the word out loud, to hear it ring between us with all its significance.

“Very much beloved.” She leans up to kiss me.

It’s a relief that she knows the truth and yet she still loves me. My anxiety has evaporated, replaced by hunger. I smile down at her. “Do you want to go ashore to eat?”

“I want to eat wherever you’re happiest.”

“Good. Aboard is where I can keep you safe. Thank you for my present.” I reach for it and, turning it around, hold it at arm’s length and snap a picture of the two of us wrapped around each other.

We take coffee post-dinner inside the impressive dining room on the Fair Lady. “What are you thinking about?” I ask, as Ana looks wistfully out the window.

“Versailles.”

“Ostentatious, wasn’t it?”

Ana looks at our surroundings.

“This is hardly ostentatious,” I observe.

“I know. It’s lovely. The best honeymoon a girl could want.”

“Really?” I smile. Pleased.

“Of course it is.”

“We only have two more days. Is there anything you’d like to see or do?”

“Just be with you,” she says.

I rise and come around the table and drop a kiss on her forehead

“Well, can you do without me for about an hour? I need to check my e-mails, find out what’s happening at home.”

“Sure,” she says.

“Thank you for the camera.”

As I head into the study, I notice that for some reason, I’m feeling far more settled. Could it be the delicious dinner, the sex, or telling Ana about the arson? It could be a combination of all those. I pull my phone out of my pocket and notice a missed call from my dad.

“Son,” he says when he answers his phone.

“Hi, Dad.”

“How’s the South of France?”

“It’s great.”

“And Ana?”

“She’s great, too.” I can’t help my smile.

“You sound happy.”

“Yes. The only fly in the ointment is the fire.”

“Your mother told me about that. But not much damage, I hear.”

“No.”

“What’s the matter, Christian?” He adopts a serious tone, probably in response to my monosyllabic reply.

“It was arson.”

“Shit. Police involved?”

“Yes.”

“Good. This and your helicopter. It’s a lot to deal with.”

“Welch is on it. But we don’t have a clue who it might be. Have you noticed anything unusual?”

“No, I can’t say that I have. But I’ll keep a watchful eye.”

“Do,” I insist.

“Is the jet safe?” he asks.

“The Gulfstream? Yes. I think so.”

“Perhaps you should fly back commercial.”

Why?

“It’s just a thought. I don’t want to worry you. I’ll let you go.”