Fifty shades: 3 - fifty shades freed

E L James has been recognized as one of Time Magazine’s Most Influential People in the World và Publishers Weekly’s Person of the Year. Fifty Shades of Grey stayed on the New York Times bestseller danh mục for 133 consecutive weeks. Fifty Shades Freed won the Goodreads Choice Award (2012), & Fifty Shades of Grey was selected as one of the 100 Great Reads, as voted by readers, in PBS’s The Great American Read (2018). Darker was longlisted for the 2019 International DUBLIN Literary Award.

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She was a producer on each of the three Fifty Shades movies, which made more than a billion dollars at the box office. The third installment, Fifty Shades Freed, won the People’s Choice Award for Drama in 2018.

E L James is blessed with two wonderful sons and lives with her husband, the novelist và screenwriter Niall Leonard, and their beloved dogs in the leafy suburbs of West London.

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PROLOGUE   Mommy! Mommy! Mommy is asleep on the floor. She has been asleep for a long time. I brush her hair because she likes that. She doesn’t wake up. I shake her. Mommy! My tummy hurts. It is hungry. He isn’t here. I am thirsty. In the kitchen I pull a chair to lớn the sink, and I have a drink. The water splashes over my xanh sweater. Mommy is still asleep. Mommy wake up! She lies still. She is cold. I fetch my blankie, và I cover Mommy, and I lie down on the sticky green rug beside her. Mommy is still asleep. I have two toy cars. They race by the floor where Mommy is sleeping. I think Mommy is sick. I search for something lớn eat. In the freezer I find peas. They are cold. I eat them slowly. They make my tummy hurt. I sleep beside Mommy. The peas are gone. In the freezer is something. It smells funny. I lick it and my tongue is stuck lớn it. I eat it slowly. It tastes nasty. I drink some water. I play with my cars, và I sleep beside Mommy. Mommy is so cold, và she won’t wake up. The door crashes open. I cover Mommy with my blankie. He’s here. Fuck. What the fuck happened here? Oh, the crazy fucked-up bitch. Shit. Fuck. Get out of my way, you little shit. He kicks me, and I hit my head on the floor. My head hurts. He calls somebody & he goes. He locks the door. I lay down beside Mommy. My head hurts. The lady policeman is here. No. No. No. Don’t touch me. Don’t cảm ứng me. Don’t cảm ứng me. I stay by Mommy. No. Stay away from me. The lady policeman has my blankie, & she grabs me. I scream. Mommy! Mommy! I want my mommy. The words are gone. I can’t say the words. Mommy can’t hear me. I have no words.   “Christian! Christian!” Her voice is urgent, pulling him from the depths of his nightmare, the depths of his despair. “I’m here. I’m here.”   He wakes & she’s leaning over him, grasping his shoulders, shaking him, her face etched with anguish, xanh eyes wide and brimming with tears.   “Ana.” His voice is a breathless whisper, the taste of fear tarnishing his mouth. “You’re here.”   “Of course I’m here.”   “I had a dream . . .”   “I know. I’m here, I’m here.”   “Ana.” He breathes her name, & it’s a talisman against the black choking panic coursing through his body.   “Hush, I’m here.” She curls around him, her limbs cocooning him, her warmth leeching into his body, forcing back the shadows, forcing back the fear. She is sunshine, she is light . . . She is his.   “Please let’s not fight.” His voice is hoarse as he wraps his arms around her.   “Okay.”   “The vows. No obeying. I can vày that. We’ll find a way.” The words rush out of his mouth in a tumble of emotion & confusion & anxiety.   “Yes. We will. We’ll always find a way,” she whispers, & her lips are on his, silencing him, bringing him back to lớn the now.     CHAPTER ONE   I stare up through gaps in the sea-grass parasol at the bluest of skies, summer blue, Mediterranean blue, with a contented sigh. Christian is beside me, stretched out on a sun lounge. My husband—my hot, beautiful husband, shirtless và in cut-off jeans—is reading a book predicting the collapse of the Western banking system. By all accounts, it’s a page-turner. I haven’t seen him sit this still, ever. He looks more like a student than the hotshot CEO of one of the đứng đầu privately owned companies in the United States.   On the final leg of our honeymoon, we laze in the afternoon sun on the beach of the aptly named Beach Plaza Monte Carlo in Monaco, although we’re not actually staying in this hotel. I xuất hiện my eyes & gaze out at the Fair Lady anchored in the harbor. We are staying, of course, on board a luxury motor yacht. Built in 1928, she floats majestically on the water, queen of all the yachts in the harbor. She looks like a child’s wind-up toy. Christian loves her—I suspect he’s tempted khổng lồ buy her. Honestly, boys & their toys.   Sitting back, I listen lớn the Christian Grey set on my new i
Pod & doze in the late afternoon sun, idly remembering his proposal. Oh, his dreamy proposal in the boathouse . . . I can almost smell the scent of the meadow flowers . . .   ——-     “Can we marry tomorrow?” Christian murmurs softly in my ear. I am sprawled on his chest in the flowery bower in the boathouse, sated from our passionate lovemaking.   “Hmm.”   “Is that a yes?” I hear his hopeful surprise.   “Hmm.”   “A no?”   “Hmm.”   I sense his grin. “Miss Steele, are you incoherent?”   I grin. “Hmm.”   He laughs & hugs me tightly, kissing the vị trí cao nhất of my head. “Vegas, tomorrow, it is then.”   Sleepily I raise my head. “I don’t think my parents would be very happy with that.”   He thrums his fingertips up và down my naked back, caressing me gently.   “What bởi vì you want, Anastasia? Vegas? A big wedding with all the trimmings? Tell me.”   “Not big . . . Just friends & family.” I gaze up at him, moved by the quiet entreaty in his glowing gray eyes. What does he want?   “Okay.” He nods. “Where?”   I shrug.   “Could we bởi vì it here?” he asks tentatively.   “Your folks’ place? Would they mind?”   He snorts. “My mother would be in seventh heaven.”   “Okay, here. I’m sure my mom và dad would prefer that.”   He strokes my hair. Could I be any happier?   “So, we’ve established where, now the when.”   “Surely you should ask your mother.”   “Hmm.” Christian’s smile dips. “She can have a month, that’s it. I want you too much to lớn wait any longer.”   “Christian, you have me. You’ve had me for a while. But okay—a month it is.” I kiss his chest, a soft chaste kiss, và smile up at him.     ——-     “You’ll burn,” Christian whispers in my ear, startling me from my doze.   “Only for you.” I give him my sweetest smile. The late afternoon sun has shifted, and I am under its full glare. He smirks and in one swift move pulls my sun lounge into the shade of the parasol.   “Out of the Mediterranean sun, Mrs. Grey.”   “Thank you for your altruism, Mr. Grey.”   “My pleasure, Mrs. Grey, và I’m not being altruistic at all. If you burn, I won’t be able to lớn touch you.” He raises an eyebrow, his eyes shining with mirth, và my heart expands. “But I suspect you know that và you’re laughing at me.”   “Would I?” I gasp, feigning innocence.   “Yes, you would and you do. Often. It’s one of the many things I love about you.” He leans down & kisses me, playfully biting my lower lip.   “I was hoping you’d rub me down with more sunscreen.” I pout against his lips.   “Mrs. Grey, it’s a dirty job . . . But that’s an offer I can’t refuse. Sit up,” he orders, his voice husky. I vì as I’m told, and with slow meticulous strokes from strong và supple fingers, he coats me in sunscreen.   “You really are very lovely. I’m a lucky man,” he murmurs as his fingers skim over my breasts, spreading the lotion.   “Yes, you are, Mr. Grey.” I gaze coyly up at him through my lashes.   “Modesty becomes you, Mrs. Grey. Turn over. I want to do your back.”   Smiling, I roll over, & he undoes the back strap of my hideously expensive bikini.   “How would you feel if I went topless, lượt thích the other women on the beach?” I ask.   “Displeased,” he says without hesitation. “I’m not very happy about you wearing so little right now.” He leans down và whispers in my ear. “Don’t push your luck.”   “Is that a challenge, Mr. Grey?”   “No. It’s a statement of fact, Mrs. Grey.”   I sigh và shake my head. Oh, Christian . . . My possessive, jealous, control freak Christian.   When he’s finished, he slaps my behind.   “You’ll do, wench.”   His ever-present, ever-active Black
Berry buzzes. I frown and he smirks.   “My eyes only, Mrs. Grey.” He raises his eyebrow in playful warning, slaps my backside once more, & sits back down on his lounger to take the call.   My inner goddess purrs. Maybe tonight we could bởi some kind of floor show for his eyes only. She smirks knowingly, arching a brow. I grin at the thought and drift back into my afternoon siesta.     “Mam’selle? Un Perrier pour moi, un Coca-Cola light pour ma femme, s’il vous plait. Et quelque chose a manger . . . Laissezmoi voir la carte.”   Hmm . . . Christian speaking fluent French wakes me. My eyelashes flutter in the glare of the sun, and I find Christian watching me while a liveried young woman walks away, her tray held aloft, her high blonde ponytail swinging provocatively.   “Thirsty?” he asks.   “Yes,” I mutter sleepily.   “I could watch you all day. Tired?”   I flush. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”   “Me neither.” He grins, puts down his Black
Berry, & stands. His shorts fall a little and hang . . . In that way so his swim trunks are visible beneath. Christian takes his shorts off, stepping out of his flip-flops. I thất bại my train of thought.   “Come for a swim with me.” He holds out his hand while I look up at him, dazed. “Swim?” he says again, cocking his head khổng lồ one side, an amused expression on his face. When I don’t respond, he shakes his head slowly.   “I think you need a wake-up call.” Suddenly he pounces and lifts me into his arms while I shriek, more from surprise than alarm.   “Christian! Put me down!” I squeal.   He chuckles. “Only in the sea, baby.”   Several sunbathers on the beach watch with that bemused disinterest so typical, I now realize, of the French, as Christian carries me khổng lồ the sea, laughing, và wades in.   I clasp my arms around his neck. “You wouldn’t,” I say breathlessly, trying to stifle my giggling.   He grins. “Oh, Ana, baby, have you learned nothing in the short time we’ve known each other?” He kisses me, and I seize my opportunity, running my fingers through his hair, grasping two handfuls and kissing him back while invading his mouth with my tongue. He inhales sharply & leans back, eyes smoky but wary.   “I know your game,” he whispers and slowly sinks into the cool, clear water, taking me with him as his lips find mine once more. The chill of the Mediterranean is soon forgotten as I wrap myself around my husband.   “I thought you wanted to swim,” I murmur against his mouth.   “You’re very distracting.” Christian grazes his teeth along my lower lip. “But I’m not sure I want the good people of Monte Carlo khổng lồ see my wife in the throes of passion.”   I run my teeth along his jaw, his stubble tickly against my tongue, not caring a dime for the good people of Monte Carlo.   “Ana,” he groans. He wraps my ponytail around his wrist and tugs gently, tilting my head back, exposing my throat. He trails kisses from my ear down my neck.   “Shall I take you in the sea?” he breathes.   “Yes,” I whisper.   Christian pulls away and gazes down at me, his eyes warm, wanting, & amused. “Mrs. Grey, you’re insatiable & so brazen. What sort of trùm cuối have I created?”   “A quái vật fit for you. Would you have me any other way?”   “I’ll take you any way I can get you, you know that. But not right now. Not with an audience.” He jerks his head toward the shore.   What?   Sure enough, several sunbathers on the beach have aban-doned their indifference và now regard us with interest. Suddenly, Christian grabs me around my waist & launches me into the air, letting me fall into the water và sink beneath the waves to lớn the soft sand below. I surface, coughing, spluttering, và giggling.   “Christian!” I scold, glaring at him. I thought we were going to lớn make love in the sea . . . Và chalk up yet another first. He bites his lower lip to lớn stifle his amusement. I splash him, và he splashes me right back.   “We have all night,” he says, grinning lượt thích a fool. “Laters, baby.” He dives beneath the sea and surfaces three feet away from me, then in a fluid, graceful crawl, swims away from the shore, away from me.   Gah! Playful, tantalizing Fifty! I shield my eyes from the sun as I watch him go. He’s such a tease . . . What can I bởi vì to get him back? While I swim lớn the shore, I contemplate my options. At the lounges our drinks have arrived, và I take a quick sip of Diet Coke. Christian is a faint speck in the distance.   Hmm . . . I lie down on my front and, fumbling with the straps, take my bikini top off and toss it casually onto Christian’s sun lounge. There . . . See how brazen I can be, Mr. Grey. Put this in your pipe và smoke it. I shut my eyes và let the sun warm my skin . . . Warm my bones, & I drift away under its heat, my thoughts turning lớn my wedding day.     ——-     “You may kiss the bride,” Reverend Walsh announces.   I beam at my husband.   “Finally, you’re mine,” he whispers and pulls me into his arms & kisses me chastely on the lips.   I am married. I am Mrs. Christian Grey. I am giddy with joy.   “You look beautiful, Ana,” he murmurs và smiles, his eyes glowing with love . . . And something darker, something hot. “Don’t let anyone take that dress off but me, understand?” His smile heats a hundred degrees as his fingertips trail down my cheek, igniting my blood.   Holy crap . . . How does he bởi vì this, even here with all these people staring at us?   I nod mutely. Jeez, I hope no one can hear us. Luckily Reverend Walsh has discreetly stepped back. I glance at the throng gathered in their wedding finery . . . My mom, Ray, Bob, và the Greys are all applauding—even Kate, my maid of honor, who looks stunning in pale pink as she stands beside Christian’s best man, his brother Elliot. Who knew that even Elliot could scrub up so well? All wear huge, beaming smiles—except Grace, who weeps graciously into a dainty white handkerchief.   “Ready lớn party, Mrs. Grey?” Christian murmurs, giving me his shy smile. I melt. He looks divine in a simple đen tux with silver waistcoat and tie. He’s so . . . Dashing.   “Ready as I’ll ever be.” I grin, a totally goofy smile on my face.   Later the wedding các buổi party is in full swing . . . Carrick và Grace have gone khổng lồ town. They have the tent mix up again & beautifully decorated in pale pink, silver, and ivory with its sides open, facing the bay. We have been blessed with fine weather, và the late afternoon sun shines over the water. There’s a dance floor at one kết thúc of the tent, a lavish buffet at the other.   Ray và my mother are dancing và laughing with each other. I feel bittersweet watching them together. I hope Christian and I last longer. I don’t know what I’d bởi vì if he left me. Marry in haste, repent at leisure. The saying haunts me.   Kate is beside me, looking so beautiful in her long silk gown. She glances at me & frowns. “Hey, this is supposed khổng lồ be the happiest day of your life,” she scolds.   “It is,” I whisper.   “Oh, Ana, what’s wrong? Are you watching your mom and Ray?”   I nod sadly.   “They’re happy.”   “Happier apart.”   “You’re having doubts?” Kate asks, alarmed.   “No, not at all. It’s just . . . I love him so much.” I freeze, unable or unwilling khổng lồ articulate my fears.   “Ana, it’s obvious he adores you. I know you had an unconventional start to lớn your relationship, but I can see how happy you’ve both been over the past month.” She grasps my hands, squeezing them. “Besides, it’s too late now,” she adds with a grin.   I giggle. Trust Kate to point out the obvious. She pulls me into a Katherine Kavanagh Special Hug. “Ana, you’ll be fine. & if he hurts one hair on your head, he’ll have me khổng lồ answer to.” Releasing me, she grins at whoever is behind me.   “Hi, baby.” Christian puts his arms around me, surprising me, & kisses my temple. “Kate,” he acknowledges. He’s still cool toward her even after six weeks.   “Hello again, Christian. I’m off khổng lồ find your best man, who happens khổng lồ be my best man, too.” With a smile to lớn us both, she heads over lớn Elliot, who is drinking with her brother, Ethan, và our friend José.   “Time lớn go,” Christian murmurs.   “Already? This is the first các buổi party I’ve been khổng lồ where I don’t mind being the center of attention.” I turn in his arms to lớn face him.   “You deserve to lớn be. You look stunning, Anastasia.”   “So vì chưng you.”   He smiles, his expression heating. “This beautiful dress becomes you.”   “This old thing?” I blush shyly and pull at the fine lace trim of the simple, fitted wedding dress designed for me by Kate’s mother. I love that the lace is just off the shoulder—demure, yet alluring, I hope.   He bends & kisses me. “Let’s go. I don’t want to share you with all these people anymore.”   “Can we leave our own wedding?”   “Baby, it’s our party, & we can vì chưng whatever we want. We’ve cut the cake. Và right now, I’d lượt thích to whisk you away and have you all to lớn myself.”   I giggle. “You have me for a lifetime, Mr. Grey.”   “I’m very glad lớn hear that, Mrs. Grey.”   “Oh, there you two are! Such lovebirds.”   I groan inwardly . . . Grace’s mother has found us.   “Christian, darling—one more dance with your grandma?”   Christian purses his lips. “Of course, Grandmother.”   “And you, beautiful Anastasia, go và make an old man happy—dance with Theo.”   “Theo, Mrs. Trevelyan?”   “Grandpa Trevelyan. & I think you can hotline me Grandma. Now, you two seriously need to get working on my great-grandkids. I won’t last too much longer.” She gives us both a simpering smile.   Christian blinks at her in horror. “Come, Grandmother,” he says, hurriedly taking her hand và leading her khổng lồ the dance floor. He glances back at me, practically pouting, và rolls his eyes.   “Laters, baby.”   As I walk toward Grandpa Trevelyan, José accosts me.   “I won’t ask you for another dance. I think I monopolized too much of your time on the dance floor as it is . . . I’m happy to lớn see you happy, but I’m serious, Ana. I’ll be here . . . If you need me.”   “José, thank you. You’re a good friend.”   “I mean it.” His dark eyes shine with sincerity.   “I know you do. Thank you, José. Now if you’ll please excuse me—I have a date with an old man.”   He furrows his brow in confusion.   “Christian’s grandfather,” I clarify.   He grins. “Good luck with that, Annie. Good luck with everything.”   “Thanks, José.”   After my dance with Christian’s ever-charming grandfather, I stand by the French doors, watching the sun sink slowly over Seattle, casting bright orange và aquamarine shadows across the bay.   “Let’s go,” Christian urges.   “I have to change.” I grasp his hand, meaning lớn pull him through the French windows & upstairs with me. He frowns, not understanding, and tugs gently on my hand, halting me.   “I thought you wanted khổng lồ be the one to lớn take this dress off,” I explain. His eyes light up.   “Correct.” He gives me a lascivious grin. “But I’m not undressing you here. We wouldn’t leave until . . . I don’t know . . .” He waves his long-fingered hand, leaving his sentence unfinished but his meaning quite clear.   I flush & let go of his hand.   “And don’t take your hair down either,” he murmurs darkly.   “But—”   “No buts, Anastasia. You look beautiful. And I want lớn be the one to undress you.”   Oh. I frown.   “Pack your going-away clothes,” he orders. “You’ll need them.   Taylor has your main suitcase.”   “Okay.” What has he got planned? He hasn’t told me where we’re going. In fact, I don’t think anyone knows where we’re going.   Neither Mia nor Kate has managed lớn inveigle the information out of him. I turn to lớn where my mother and Kate are hovering nearby.   “I’m not changing.”   “What?” my mother says.   “Christian doesn’t want me to.” I shrug as if this should explain everything. Her brow furrows briefly.   “You didn’t promise to obey,” she reminds me tactfully. Kate tries lớn disguise her snort as a cough. I narrow my eyes at her. Neither she nor my mother have any idea of the fight Christian và I had about that. I don’t want lớn rehash that argument. Jeez, can my Fifty Shades sulk . . . & have nightmares. The memory is sobering.   “I know, Mom, but he likes this dress, và I want lớn please him.”   Her expression softens. Kate rolls her eyes & tactfully moves away to lớn leave us alone.   “You look so lovely, darling.” Carla gently tugs at a loose tendril of my hair và strokes my chin. “I am so proud of you, honey. You’re going khổng lồ make Christian a very happy man.” She pulls me into a hug.   Oh, Mom!   “I can’t believe how grown-up you look right now. Beginning a new life . . . Just remember that men are from a different planet, & you’ll be fine.”   I giggle. Christian is from a different universe, if only she knew.   “Thanks, Mom.”   Ray joins us, smiling sweetly at both Mom và me.   “You made a beautiful baby girl, Carla,” he says, his eyes glowing with pride. He looks so dapper in his đen tux and pale pink waistcoat. Tears prick the backs of my eyes. Oh no . . . So far I have managed not lớn cry.   “And you watched her và helped her grow up, Ray.” Carla’s voice is wistful.   “And I loved every single minute. You make one hell of a bride, Annie.” Ray tucks the same loose strand of hair behind my ear.   “Oh, Dad . . .” I stifle a sob, & he hugs me in his brief, awkward way.   “You’ll make one hell of a wife, too,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.   When he releases me, Christian is back at my side.   Ray shakes his hand warmly. “Look after my girl, Christian.”   “I fully intend to, Ray. Carla.” He nods at my stepdad & kisses my mom.   The rest of the wedding guests have formed a long human arch for us to lớn travel through, leading around to the front of the house.   “Ready?” Christian says.   “Yes.”   Taking my hand, he leads me under their outstretched arms while our guests shout good luck and congratulations and shower us with rice. Waiting with smiles and hugs at the end of the arch are Grace and Carrick. They hug & kiss us both in turn. Grace is emotional again as we bid them hasty good-byes.   Taylor is waiting lớn whisk us away in the Audi SUV. As Christian holds the car door xuất hiện for me, I turn và toss my bouquet of white and pink roses into the crowd of young women that has gathered. Mia triumphantly holds it aloft, grinning from ear lớn ear.   As I slide into the SUV, laughing at Mia’s audacious catch, Christian bends to lớn gather the hem of my dress. Once I’m safely in, he bids the waiting crowd farewell.   Taylor holds the car door open for him. “Congratulations, sir.”   “Thank you, Taylor,” Christian replies as he seats himself beside me.   As Taylor pulls away, our wedding guests shower the vehicle with rice. Christian grasps my hand & kisses my knuckles.   “So far so good, Mrs. Grey?”   “So far so wonderful, Mr. Grey. Where are we going?”   “Sea-Tac,” he says simply và smiles a sphinxlike smile.   Hmm . . . What is he planning?   Taylor does not head for the departure terminal as I expect but through a security gate & directly onto the tarmac. What? and then I see her—Christian’s jet . . . Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. In large xanh lettering across her fuselage.   “Don’t tell me you’re misusing company property again!”   “Oh, I hope so, Anastasia.” Christian grins.   Taylor halts the Audi at the foot of the steps leading up khổng lồ the plane & leaps out to open Christian’s door. They have a brief discussion, then Christian opens my door—and rather than stepping back khổng lồ give me room to lớn climb out, he leans in & lifts me.   Whoa! “What are you doing?” I squeak.   “Carrying you over the threshold,” he says.   “Oh.” Isn’t that supposed to lớn be at home?   He carries me effortlessly up the steps, và Taylor follows with my small suitcase. He leaves it on the threshold of the plane before returning lớn the Audi. Inside the cabin, I recognize Stephan, Christian’s pilot, in his uniform.   “Welcome aboard, sir. Mrs. Grey.” He grins.   Christian puts me down & shakes Stephan’s hand. Beside Stephan stands a dark-haired woman in her—what? Early thirties? She’s also in uniform.   “Congratulations lớn you both,” Stephan continues.   “Thank you, Stephan. Anastasia, you know Stephan. He’s our captain today, and this is First Officer Beighley.”   She blushes as Christian introduces her and blinks rapidly. I want khổng lồ roll my eyes. Another female completely captivated by my too-handsome-for-his-own-good husband.   “Delighted lớn meet you,” gushes Beighley. I smile kindly at her. After all—he is mine.   “All preparations complete?” Christian asks them both as I glance around the cabin. The interior is all pale maple and pale cream leather. It’s lovely. Another young woman in uniform stands at the other kết thúc of the cabin—a very pretty brunette. “We have the all clear. Weather is good from here to lớn Boston.”   Boston?   “Turbulence?”   “Not before Boston. There’s a weather front over Shannon that might give us a rough ride.”   Shannon? Ireland?   “I see. Well, I hope khổng lồ sleep through it all,” says Christian matter-of-factly.   Sleep?   “We’ll get underway, sir,” Stephan says. “We’ll leave you in the capable care of Natalia, your flight attendant.” Christian glances in her direction và frowns, but turns to Stephan with a smile.   “Excellent,” he says. Taking my hand, he leads me to one of the sumptuous leather seats. There must be about twelve of them in total.   “Sit,” he says as he removes his jacket & undoes his fine sliver brocade vest. We sit in two single seats facing each other with a small, highly polished table between us.   “Welcome aboard, sir, ma’am, and congratulations.” Natalia is at our side, offering us each a glass of pink champagne.   “Thank you,” Christian says, và she smiles politely at us và retreats lớn the galley.   “Here’s khổng lồ a happy married life, Anastasia.” Christian raises his glass to mine, & we clink. The champagne is delicious.   “Bollinger?” I ask.   “The same.”   “The first time I drank this it was out of teacups.” I grin.   “I remember that day well. Your graduation.”   “Where are we going?” I’m unable lớn contain my curiosity any longer.   “Shannon,” Christian says, his eyes alight with excitement. He looks like a small boy.   “In Ireland?” We’re going to lớn Ireland!   “To refuel,” he adds, teasing.   “Then?” I prompt.   His grin broadens và he shakes his head.   “Christian!”   “London,” he says, gazing intently at me, trying to lớn gauge my reaction.   I gasp. Holy cow. I thought maybe we’d be going to thành phố new york or Aspen or maybe the Caribbean. I can hardly believe it. My lifetime ambition has been to lớn visit England. I’m lit up from within, incandescent with happiness.   “Then Paris.”   What?   “Then the South of France.”   Whoa!   “I know you’ve always dreamed of going to lớn Europe,” he says softly. “I want khổng lồ make your dreams come true, Anastasia.”   “You are my dreams come true, Christian.”   “Back at you, Mrs. Grey,” he whispers.   Oh my . . .   “Buckle up.”   I grin & do as I’m told.

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