Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 159

“Did you know she had a fling with Elliot?”

I pause for a second, wondering what I should tell her. She knows nothing of Elliot’s dissolute habits. I

sigh. “Elliot’s fucked most of Seattle, Ana.”

She gasps.

“Mainly women, I understand.” I shrug and hide my amusement at her shocked expression.

“No!”

“It’s none of my business.” I hold up my palms; I don’t really want to discuss this.

“I don’t think Kate knows,” Ana squeaks, appalled.

“I’m not sure he broadcasts that information. Kate seems to be holding her own.” He’s discreet, so

that’s a plus. Her eyes are on mine, and I’m trying to work out what she’s thinking. “This can’t just be

about Gia’s or Elliot’s promiscuity,” I whisper.

“I know. I’m sorry. After all that’s happened this week, it’s just…” She lifts her shoulder as tears well in

her eyes.

No. Ana. Don’t cry. I fold her into my embrace. “I know,” I murmur into her hair. “I’m sorry, too. Let’s

relax and enjoy ourselves, okay? You can stay here and read, watch godawful TV, shop, go hiking—

fishing, even. Whatever you want to do. And forget what I said about Elliot. That was indiscreet of me.”

“Goes some way to explain why he’s always teasing you,” she says, her cheek against my chest.

“He really has no idea about my past. I told you, my family assumed I was gay. Celibate, but gay.”

She giggles. “I thought you were celibate. How wrong I was.” She draws me closer, and I sense her

smile.

“Mrs. Grey, are you smirking at me?”

“Maybe a little. You know what I don’t understand is why you have this place.”

“What do you mean?” I kiss her hair.

“You have the boat, which I get, you have the place in New York for business—but why here? It’s not

like you shared it with anyone.”

“I was waiting for you.”

“That’s…that’s such a lovely thing to say,” she whispers; bright blue eyes meet mine.

“It’s true. I didn’t know it at the time.”

“I’m glad you waited.”

“You are worth waiting for, Mrs. Grey.” I run my finger beneath her jaw, tip her lips toward mine, and

kiss her.

“So are you.” She smiles. “Though I feel like I cheated. I didn’t have to wait long for you at all.”

I grin in disbelief. “Am I that much of a prize?”

“Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin’s lamp all

rolled into one.”

What? Even after yesterday?

I still, trying to wrap my head around her compliment.

“When will you realize this?” She semi-scowls at me. “You were a very eligible bachelor. And I don’t

mean all this.” She waves an arm at the view. “I mean in here.” She rests her hand on my heart while I

flounder for something to say. “Believe me, Christian, please.” Holding my face, she brings my lips to

hers, and we’re soon lost in a healing, searing kiss, her tongue sparring with mine.

I want to christen the bed.

But we can’t. Not yet.

I pull away, my eyes burning into hers, knowing how strong she is and how much she could wound me

if she chose to…by leaving.

Don’t go there, Grey.

“When are you going to get it through your exceptionally thick skull that I love you?”

I swallow. “One day.”

Her smile is heartwarming—lighting me up on the inside. “Come.” I’m uncomfortable with our

conversation. “Let’s have some lunch—the others will be wondering where we are. We can discuss

what we all want to do.”

During the impressive meal that Mrs. Bentley has laid out for us, we decide on an afternoon walk. But

as we finish up, the room darkens. “Oh no!” Kate says suddenly. “Look.” Outside, the threatened rain

has arrived.

“There goes our hike,” Elliot says, but he sounds relieved.

“We could go into town,” Mia says.

“Perfect weather for fishing,” I suggest.

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“Let’s split up.” Mia claps her hands. “Girls, shopping—boys, outdoor boring stuff.”

“Ana, what do you want to do?” I ask.

“I don’t mind,” she says. “But I’m more than happy to go shopping.” She smiles at Kate and Mia.

She hates shopping.

“I can stay here with you, if you’d like,” I offer, thinking again about how we could christen the bed.

“No, you go fish,” she says, but she gives me a scorching look, her eyes smoky, making me think she’d

prefer to stay home.

With me. I feel ten feet tall.

“Sounds like a plan.” Kate rises from the table.

“Taylor will accompany you,” I announce. He’ll keep Ana safe.

“We don’t need babysitting,” Kate huffs, her irritation obvious.

Ana puts her hand on her arm. “Kate, Taylor should come.”

Listen to my wife. This is not up for discussion. That woman makes my hackles rise; I don’t know what

my brother sees in her.

Elliot frowns. “I need to pick up a battery for my watch in town.”

Today? Can’t he do that at home?

“Take the Audi, Elliot. When you come back we can go fishing.”

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