Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 15

“He said I might not be husband material.”

Flynn seems taken aback. “Oh. How did you feel about that?”

“Angry. Worried that he might be right.” Ashamed.

“In what context did he say it?”

I wave my hand dismissively. “He was lecturing me about the sanctity of marriage. He said if I had no

respect for that, I had no business being married.”

John’s brows draw together.

“Since Elena was married.” I clarify for him.

“I see.” Flynn purses his lips. “Christian,” he says gently. “Your father may have a point.”

What?

“Either you were a willing participant in a relationship with a married woman, a relationship that cost her

her marriage—and much more, considering what happened to her—or you were a vulnerable

adolescent who was taken advantage of. Which is it? You cannot have it both ways.”

I glare at him. What. The. Hell?

“Marriage is a serious business,” he says.

“Fuck it, John, I know that. You sound just like him!”

“Do I? That’s not my intention. I’m just here to give you some perspective.”

Perspective? Fuck.

I glare at him, then down at my hands, as the silence grows between us.

Perspective, my ass. “I think Carrick’s wrong,” I mumble eventually, and I realize that I sound like the

surly teen my father still thinks I am.

“Of course he is. No matter what my views are on your relationship with Mrs. Lincoln, over the years

you’ve demonstrated a constant commitment to her. I think it’s your regret at terminating all contact with

her that is wearing on your conscience.”

“There’s no regret!” I snap. “I’ve done this willingly.”

“Guilt, then?”

I sigh. “Guilt? I don’t feel guilty.” Do I?

John remains impassive.

“Hence the nightmares?” I ask.

“Maybe.” He taps his lip with his index finger. “You’re giving up a long-standing pivotal relationship to

please your parents.”

“It’s not for my parents. It’s for Ana.”

He nods. “You are rejecting everything you know for Anastasia, the woman you love. It’s a huge step.”

He smiles once more. “In the right direction, if you ask me.”

I gaze at him, not knowing what to say.

“Think about all I’ve said. Time’s up,” he says. “We can continue talking about this when I see you

next.”

I get up, feeling somewhat bemused. Flynn, as ever, has given me a great deal to chew on. But until

we speak again, I have one outstanding question. “How’s Leila?”

“Making good progress.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

“It is. I’ll see you next week.”

Taylor is waiting outside in the Q7.

“I’m going to walk home,” I inform him. I need some time to think. “I’ll see you back at Escala.”

He gives me a pained look.

“What?”

“Sir, I’d be much more comfortable if you rode in the car.”

Oh, yes. Someone’s trying to kill me.

I scowl as Taylor opens the rear door, but resigned, I climb inside.

Am I no longer master of my own universe?

My dark mood worsens.

“Where’s Ana?” I ask Mrs. Jones when I enter the living room. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“Good evening, Mr. Grey. I believe she’s in the shower.”

“Thanks.”

“Dinner in twenty minutes?” she asks as she stirs a pot on the stove. The aroma is tantalizing.

“Make it thirty.” Ana in the shower has possibilities. Mrs. Jones tries to hide her smile, but I see it and

ignore it. I go in search of my girl. She’s not in the bathroom but the bedroom, standing at the window,

wrapped in a towel and dewy from her shower.

“Hi,” she says with a huge smile that vanishes as I approach. “What’s wrong?”

Before I can reply, I wrap her in my arms and hold her tight, inhaling her sweet, just-showered

fragrance. It soothes my soul.

“Christian. What is it?” She runs her hands up my back, pressing me close.

“I just want to hold you.” I bury my face in her hair that’s twisted into a chaotic topknot.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Her voice is tinged with tension. I hate it when she’s anxious. I bring

my hand up to cradle her head, tip it back, then press my lips to hers and kiss her, pouring my anxiety

into our kiss. She responds immediately, caressing my face, opening up to me, her tongue sparring

with mine.

Oh, Ana.

When she pulls away we’re both winded, and I’m hard.

Fucking hard. For her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, gently cajoling me and scrutinizing my face for clues.

“Later,” I murmur against her lips, and start walking her backward to the bed. She grabs at my lapels

and tries to divest me of my jacket while her towel falls to the floor, leaving her naked in my arms.

Reaching up, I tug on the elastic holding her precarious bun and release her hair so that it tumbles

down around her shoulders and breasts. My hands skim down her back and I cup her backside, pulling

her against me. “I want you.”

“I can tell.” She wriggles against my erection.

Fuck. I grin and gently push her onto the bed so that she sprawls across it in all her naked glory, while I

stand over her, my legs between her knees.

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