See the world of Fifty Shades of Grey anew through the eyes of Christian Grey--a fresh perspective on the love story that has enthralled millions of readers. They rekindle their searing sensual affair, and Anastasia learns more about the harrowing past of her damaged, driven, and demanding Fifty Shades. E L James revisits the world of Fifty Shades with a deeper and darker take on the love story that has enthralled millions of readers around the.
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Christian has a point; it was a thoughtless thing to do.
He glances at the wine list. He knows I know nothing about wine. I frown at Fifty. Oh, me probably, and somewhere in the depths of my psyche, my inner goddess rises sleepily, stretches, and smiles. What the hell do I say to this?
The past few days have been.
This last week has been the worst in my life, the pain almost indescribable. Nothing has come close. But reality hits home, winding me. I behaved stupidly, and you. So did you. Whoa—change of direction.
I flush, blinking at him. I was overwhelmed. I was trying to be what you wanted me to be, trying to deal with the pain, and it went out of my mind. You know. Jeez, perhaps we could have avoided all this heartache. I wither under his stare. My inner goddess glares at me, too. See, you brought all this on yourself! Automatically Christian reaches out and takes a sip. Gingerly the waiter fills our glasses, placing the bottle on the table before beating a hasty retreat. Christian has not taken his eyes off me the whole time.
I am the first to crack, breaking eye contact, picking up my glass and taking a large gulp.
I barely taste it. You look like you. I feel like the sun has set and not risen for five days, Ana. Oh my, like me. It made me relax. When I told him I loved him before, he was horrified.
The waiter is back. Briskly he places our plates in front of us and scuttles away. Holy hell. Sitting across from the only man I have ever loved and debating our uncertain future does not promote a healthy appetite.
I look dubiously at my food. My subconscious stares at me over her half-moon specs. She is wholeheartedly in agreement with Fifty Shades. Stow your twitching palm, please. Reluctantly I lift my knife and fork and slice into my steak. I am hungry, really hungry. I chew and he visibly relaxes. We eat our supper in silence. A soft-voiced woman sings in the background, her words echoing my thoughts. I glance at Fifty.
Hunger, longing, anxiety combined in one hot look. Christian pauses and listens. He shakes his head. I have eaten half the food on my plate. I cannot eat any more. How can I negotiate this? Have I eaten enough for Sir? Taylor will collect us. Besides, this way I have you in the car all to myself for a few hours, at least. What can we do but talk?
Christian summons the waiter to ask for the check, then picks up his Blackberry and makes a call.
He gazes at me speculatively while the waiter swipes his card. He has a proposition? What now? A couple of scenarios run through my mind: kidnap, working for him. No, nothing makes sense. Christian finishes paying.
Outside the Audi is waiting. Christian opens my door. Climbing in, I sink into the plush leather. What are they talking about? I allow myself a brief moment to examine his godlike profile: straight nose, sculptured full lips, hair falling deliciously over his forehead. This divine man is surely not meant for me. Christian shifts to face me. He calls again, still no response. Christian leans over and taps his shoulder. Holy shit. I listen attentively. Do you want a regular vanilla relationship with no kinky fuckery at all?
I flush. My inner goddess is down on bended knee with her hands clasped in supplication begging me. You enjoying my pain, the bite of the belt. I gaze at him puzzled. Where is he going with this? I squirm uncomfortably. Especially with those silver balls.
He smirks at me. My anxiety level has shot up several magnitudes on the Richter scale. He strokes his chin, deep in thought. Do the vanilla thing and then maybe, once you trust me more and I trust you to be honest and to communicate with me, we could move on and do some of the things that I like to do.
It occurs to me, finally, this is it. He wants the light, but can I ask him to do this for me? Some dark, sometimes. Memories of the Thomas Tallis night drift invitingly through my mind.
But you have needs. These last few days have been purgatory. I can see how he sees you. I see your pain. You are exquisite, honest, warm, strong, witty, beguilingly innocent; the list is endless. I am in awe of you. I want you, and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twisting in my dark soul.
My subconscious nods with satisfaction. E L James is an incurable romantic and a self-confessed fan-girl. After twenty-five years of working in television, she decided to pursue a childhood dream and write stories that readers could take to their hearts.
In , she published the no. Her books have been published in forty-eight languages and have sold more than million copies worldwide.
She co-produced for Universal Studios the Fifty Shades movies, which made more than a billion dollars at the box office. E L James is blessed with two wonderful sons and lives with her husband, the novelist and screenwriter Niall Leonard, and their West Highland terriers in the leafy suburbs of West London.
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