Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 135

Even with its high ceilings and great views over the city, the place suddenly feels claustrophobic, and I’m grateful when we get outside into the balmy evening heat of New York.

“Sir, the car will be a couple of minutes.”

“Okay. She’s still there? At the Zig Zag?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Let’s go home.”

Taylor tilts his head. “Tribeca?”

“No, Seattle.”

He stares at me, his face giving nothing away, but I know he thinks I’m crazy.

I sigh. “Yes. I’m sure. I want to go home.” I answer his unspoken question.

“I’ll call Stephan,” he says.

He wanders over to the side of the main entrance and makes the call. I try Ana again, and her phone goes to voice mail. I don’t trust myself to leave a message. I realize I could call Sawyer, but I have only a flimsy hold on my temper.

Taylor could call him. But what would that achieve? It’s not like Sawyer can physically remove Ana from the bar.

Could he?

Grey! Behave.

Taylor finishes his call and walks back to me, his expression grim.

What the hell?

“Sir, the Gulfstream is at Teterboro. It can be ready to fly in an hour.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

“Do you want to go back to the apartment?” he asks.

“No, I don’t need anything there. Do you need to go

“No, sir.”

“We’ll go straight

In the car I brood. I have a nagging suspicion that I’m behaving badly, but not as badly as my wife. Why can’t she do what she says? Or let me know?

is out for

For her.

And for me, if I lose her.

Friday, August 26, 2011

my tux. Taylor hangs my jacket with his in the small closet, and I grab a

I gaze out into the New Jersey darkness, tension leaching from my muscles into my bones. While we were in the terminal waiting for the Gulfstream, I managed to restrain myself from calling Ana again. But I can bear it no longer, and as Stephan and Beighley do their

he says, above the background hum of

“Sawyer, good evening. Is Mrs. Grey still with you?”

“She is, sir.”

I’m tempted to ask him to hand his phone to her, but I know I will lose my shit and she’s probably having a good time. I’m reassured that she’s under Sawyer’s watchful eye.

“Do you want to talk

“No. Stick close to her. Keep her safe.”

“Yes, sir. Prescott and I have her covered,” Sawyer replies. I hang up and glance at Taylor, who is sitting diagonally opposite me, watching me impassively.

my wife, I didn’t even tell Sawyer that

I am crazy—crazy for my fucking wife, who cannot be trusted to do as she says. Taylor’s seen me sitting on the floor of my foyer, staring at the elevator, after she left me. And he had glue for the little glider.

“Sir, she’ll be fine,” he says gently.

I look up at him again and bite my

This is none of his goddamn

This is between me

Deep down I think she’s going to be fine.

But I have to be sure.

Why the hell couldn’t she do what I

Just once.

Just now.

My temper simmers and I fire off a quick e-mail to her.

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