Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 116

“Rebranding?” Her eyebrows shoot up. “In what way?”

“I think you know.”

She sighs. “Please don’t tell me you have interrupted your day, after three weeks away, to come over

here and fight with me about my name.”

That’s exactly what I’ve done.

I cross my legs and remove a speck of lint from my pants, playing for time.

Steady, Grey. “Not exactly fight. No.”

She narrows her eyes. Pissed. “Christian, I’m working.”

“Looked like you were gossiping with your assistant to me.”

“We were going through our schedules,” she hisses, as her cheeks color. “And you haven’t answered

my question.”

There’s a knock on the door. “Come in!” Ana yells, surprising us both. Hannah enters, bearing a small

tray with coffee, which she places on Ana’s desk.

“Thank you, Hannah,” Ana mutters, subdued.

“Do you need anything else, Mr. Grey?” Hannah asks.

“No, thank you. That’s all.” Deliberately, I give her my most excellent smile. It has the desired effect,

and she scuttles out. “Now, Ms. Steele, where were we?”

“You were rudely interrupting my workday to fight with me about my name.” Ana spits the words at me,

her fervor taking me by surprise.

She is really mad.

So. Am. I.

She should have told me.

“I like to make the odd impromptu visit. It keeps management on their toes, wives in their place. You

know.”

“I had no idea you could spare the time,” she retorts.

Enough. Cut to the chase, Grey.

Striving to keep my tone respectful, I ask, quietly, “Why don’t you want to change your name here?”

“Christian, do we have to discuss this now?”

“I’m here. I don’t see why not.” This is important to me, Ana.

“I have a ton of work to do, having been away for the last three weeks.”

“Are you ashamed of me?” I inquire, surprising myself, and inadvertently revealing the darkness that

resides in my soul.

I hadn’t intended to go here.

I hold my breath.

Don’t fight, Maggot.

“No! Christian, of course not.” She grimaces, appalled. “This is about me, not you.”

“How is this not about me?” I cock my head, willing her to explain. Of course this is about me; it’s my

name.

Her expression softens. “Christian, when I took this job, I’d only just met you.” It’s like she’s talking to a

child. “I didn’t know you were going to buy the company—” She closes her eyes, as if this is a

particularly painful memory, and puts her head in her hands. “Why is it so important to you?” she asks

and looks up, beseeching me.

“I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

“I am yours—look.” She holds up her hand, which bears her wedding and engagement rings.

“It’s not enough,” I whisper.

“Not enough that I married you?” Her voice is almost inaudible, and her eyes widen.

“That’s not what I mean.” Ana, don’t distort what I’m trying to say to you.

“What do you mean?” she demands.

“I want your world to begin and end with me.”

Her eyes are impossibly blue. “It does,” she says, and I don’t know if I’ve ever heard two words filled

with such quiet passion before; they suck the air out of the room and take my breath away. “I’m just

trying to establish a career,” she continues, warming to her subject, “and I don’t want to trade on your

name. I have to do something, Christian.”

I swallow down my rising emotion, listening hard, as she speaks.

“I can’t stay imprisoned at Escala or the new house with nothing to do. I’ll go crazy. I’ll suffocate. I’ve

always worked, and I enjoy this. This is my dream job; it’s all I’ve ever wanted. But doing this doesn’t

mean I love you less. You are the world to me.” Her voice is hoarse and her eyes dewy with unshed

tears.

We hold each other’s gaze, testing the silence between us.

You are my world, Ana.

But I want you bound to me in every way.

I need that.

I need you…maybe too much.

“I suffocate you?” I whisper. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“No. Yes. No.” She sounds exasperated; she closes her eyes and rubs her forehead. “Look, we were

talking about my name. I want to keep my name here because I want to put some distance between

you and me, but only here, that’s all. You know everyone thinks I got the job because of you, when the

reality is—” She stops and sits back, staring at my expression in shock.

Shit. How does she read me so well?

Fess up, Grey.

“Do you want to know why you got the job, Anastasia?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“The management here gave you Hyde’s job to babysit. They didn’t want the expense of hiring a senior

executive when the company was mid-sale. They had no idea what the new owner would do with it

once it passed into his ownership, and, wisely, they didn’t want an expensive redundancy. So they gave

you Hyde’s job to caretake until the new owner—namely, me—took over.”

That’s the truth.

“What are you saying?” She looks offended and horrified.

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