Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 173

Sabotage my happiness?

How and why would I do that?

It’s like love. That was a frightening prospect, too, yet I let that in.

Shit. Why can’t I just accept this feeling and enjoy it? I could bathe in its fire and rise reborn like a phoenix…or will I perish in its flames, with what’s left of my heart destroyed?

Flowery, Grey. I snort. Get a grip.

Maybe Bastille has a point. These last few days have been idyllic. Work is going well. I’ve not had any further arguments with my wife, just fun and frolics.

She’s been…Ana. My Ana.

I recall the Shipbuilding Association dinner, a few nights back, where—at my request—Ana wore Kegel balls throughout the long meal. How she held it together I’ll never know. She didn’t when we got home. I shift in my seat, remembering her need.

My phone buzzes, interrupting my erotic reminiscence.

“Yes?”

“I have Welch for you.”

“Thanks, Andrea.”

“Mr. Grey.” His gravelly voice kills any residual lust that’s lingering in my body. “Hyde’s bail hearing is this afternoon. I’ll report back when the judge has given her verdict.”

“Let’s hope she makes the right decision.”

He clears his throat, “He’s a flight risk. I think she will.”

“Great. Let me know.”

As I put the phone down, my BlackBerry buzzes with a text.

LEILA

wanted to thank you personally for

everything you’ve done for me.

I am trying to understand why you

won’t see me. It’s hard.

I owe you so much. Leila.

What the hell?

to my coffee. I am not in the mood to deal with Leila Williams. She shouldn’t be texting me at all. I had hoped that Flynn had talked to

Mia is more animated than usual when we meet for an early lunch at my favorite sushi restaurant. She hurls herself at me,

me last weekend.” I return her hug, my tone wry.

“But I get you to myself—and I have news! I have a job.” She

“What! Finally?” Her joy is contagious, and I’m eager

“It’s taken forever. But I’m thrilled. I’m working for Crissy Scales.”

“The caterer?”

“Yes. Weddings. Events. All those gigs. I want to start my own business one day, but she’s going to show me the ropes. I’m super-excited.”

“Great. When

“Next Friday.”

“Tell me everything.”

No one can enthuse like my little sister, and I can’t remember the last time we spent a long lunch together, just the two of us. Over our sashimi and maki rolls she regales me with her hopes for her new career, and with her latest attempts to win Ethan

“Mia, I’m not sure I can deal with you having a love life.”

“Oh, Christian, of course I have a love life. I had so much fun in Paris.”

“What?”

“Yes. There was

“There’s a list? Christ. Stop.”

“Don’t be such a prude, Christian,” she scolds.

“Moi?” I place my hands on my chest in feigned outrage.

She laughs.

“So, you think you have a

“Yes.” She’s definitive, and that’s one of the

“Okay. Good luck with that.” I signal for the

“Can we do this again? I miss you.”

“Of course. But right now I have to get back to work for a meeting.”

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