Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 52

“Ethan, great to see you,” Elliot responds, and claps him on the back.

“Christian.” Ethan shakes my hand.

“Hi,” I respond.

“Mac!” Elliot exclaims, and Liam McConnell—who works at the GEH shipyard, and also looks after my yacht, The Grace—strides toward us.

Mac! We shake hands. “It’s good to see you,” I tell him. “I’d just like you to know that I have no idea what the hell is going on.”

He laughs. “Neither do I.”

We all laugh and turn to Elliot as Taylor joins us.

“You knew about this?” I ask Taylor.

“Yes, sir.” His look is earnest and amused in equal measure.

I laugh and shake my head.

“Shall we go?” Elliot says.

“Canada?” I guess.

“Correct,” Elliot responds.

We are installed in the first four seats of my G550, sipping Cristal champagne and eating the canapés that Sara, our flight attendant, distributed as we taxied onto the runway. Taylor is at the back

“I’m guessing Vancouver,” I say to

“Bingo! I figured you might have less of a chance being recognized behaving badly in British Columbia.”

“What the hell have you got planned?”

“Easy, tiger,” Elliot responds, and raises his glass.

Once we’re airborne, Sara serves beer and fresh, hot pepperoni pizza, from a local pizzeria in Georgetown. I think this is a first, pizza in my private jet—but this is Elliot’s idea of heaven. Frankly, I’m so hungry,

the sides,” Mac says in his Irish brogue.

“Elliot has had me zip-lining and tandem skydiving already today.”

“Holy shit! No wonder you’re starving.”

less than fifty minutes. When we pull up outside the Vancouver Signature Flight Support terminal Taylor is the first off, carrying our passports for the immigration official who has come to meet the plane.

“Ready?” Elliot says, unbuckling his seat belt and standing up to stretch his legs. Taylor is at the wheel of a Suburban on the tarmac. We all pile in, and he sets off for the bright

“Man, you are not staying sober tonight,” Elliot splutters in disgust and hands me a beer.

roll of my eyes, reluctantly I take the bottle. It’s early. We’ll be drinking more; I’ll need to pace myself. I

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