Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 80

She’s leaning on the rail at the bow, staring at the distant shore. It’s a beautiful evening and the Fair Lady, like the Queen of the Seas that she is, coasts effortlessly over the Mediterranean.

Ana looks desolate. It’s chastening.

“You’re mad at me,” I whisper.

“No shit, Sherlock!” she hisses, but she doesn’t turn to look at me.

“How mad?”

“Scale of one to ten, I think I’m at fifty. Apt, huh?”

Wow. “That mad.”

“Yes. Pushed-to-violence mad,” she seethes. Finally, she looks at me, her expression raw and angry…and I know she sees me. Sees me for who I am. You are one fucked-up son of a bitch. Her recrimination from months ago echoes in my head.

Hell. It’s been weeks since I’ve felt as shitty as this.

Flynn’s words float back to me: communicate and compromise.

Ana takes a deep breath and stands taller, squaring her shoulders. “Christian, you have to stop unilaterally trying to bring me to heel. You made your point on the beach. Very effectively, as I recall.”

“Well, you won’t take your top off again,” I grunt, and even to my own ears I sound like a petulant teen.

She glares at me. “I don’t like you leaving marks on me. Well, not this many, anyway. It’s a hard limit!” She spits at me like a cornered kitten.

“I don’t like you taking your clothes off in public. That’s a hard limit for me,” I counter.

I warned you, Ana.

“I think we’ve established that,” she continues in the same vein. “Look at me!” She tugs down her top, exposing the love-bites I’ve left on her. I count six. I didn’t know my plan would be quite so effective.

But I don’t want to fight.

I raise my hands, palms up in surrender. “Okay, I get it.”

Maybe I overreacted.

“Good!” she snaps.

I run my hand through my hair, feeling helpless.

I’m lost. What more can I do? “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.” I don’t want

her head, but she sounds more resigned than forthright. I take a step forward and tuck a loose tendril behind her ear.

know, I have a lot to learn.”

“We both do.” She sighs and slowly raises her hand and places it over my heart.

I place my hand over hers and give her an apologetic smile. “I’ve just learned that you’ve got a good arm and a good aim, Mrs. Grey. I would never have figured that, but then I

Her lips form a half smile and she arches a brow. “Target practice with

potential projectile objects are nailed down and that you don’t have access

She narrows her eyes. “I’m resourceful.”

Her hands move over my back and she returns my embrace. I plant my nose in her hair, inhaling her soothing scent. “Am I forgiven?” I ask,

“Am I?”

“Yes,” I respond.

“Ditto.”

We stand at the bow, the French Riviera passing us by, and we just…are.

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