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Fifty Shades Trilogy 03 - Fifty Shades Freed

Fifty Shades Trilogy 03 - Fifty Shades Freed

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Autoren: James E. L.
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went for that job interview. Perhaps he planned to seduce me all along.” Bile rises in my throat.
    “I don’t think so,” Christian mutters, his eyes now open. “The searches he did on my family didn’t start until a week or so after you began your job at SIP. Barney knows the exact dates. And, Ana, he fucked all his assistants and taped them.” Christian closes his eyes and tightens his grip on me once more.
    Suppressing the tremor that runs through me, I try to recall my various conversations with Jack when I first started at SIP. I knew deep down he was bad news, yet I ignored all my instincts. Christian’s right—I have no regard for my own safety. I remember the fight we had about me going to New York with Jack. Jeez—I could have ended up on some sordid sex tape. The thought is nauseating. And in that moment I recall the photographs Christian kept of his submissives.
    Oh shit. “We’re cut from the same cloth.” No, Christian, you’re not, you’re nothing like him. He’s still curled around me like a small boy.
    “Christian, I think you should talk to your mom and dad.” I am reluctant to move him, so I shift and slide back into the bed until we are eye to eye.
    A bewildered gray gaze meets mine, reminding me of the child in the photograph.
    “Let me call them,” I whisper. He shakes his head. “Please.” I beg. Christian stares at me, pain and self-doubt reflected in his eyes as he considers my request. Oh, Christian, please!
    “I’ll call them,” he whispers.
    “Good. We can go and see them together, or you can go. Whichever you prefer.”
    “No. They can come here.”
    “Why?”
    “I don’t want you going anywhere.”
    “Christian, I’m up for a car journey.”
    “No.” His voice is firm, but he gives me an ironic smile. “Anyway, it’s Saturday night, they’re probably at some function.”
    “Call them. This news has obviously upset you. They might be able to shed some light.” I glance at the radio alarm. It’s almost seven in the evening. He regards me impassively for a moment.
    “Okay,” he says as if I’ve issued him with a challenge. Sitting up, he picks up the bedside phone.
    I wrap my arm around him and rest my head on his chest as he makes the call.
    “Dad?” I register his surprise that Carrick has answered the phone. “Ana’s good. We’re home. Welch has just left. He found out the connection . . . the foster home in Detroit . . . I don’t remember any of that.” Christian’s voice is almost inaudible as he mutters the last sentence. My heart constricts once more. I hug him, and he squeezes my shoulder.
    “Yeah . . . You will? . . . Great.” He hangs up. “They’re on their way.” He sounds surprised, and I realize that he’s probably never asked them for help.
    “Good. I should get dressed.”
    Christian’s arm tightens around me. “Don’t go.”
    “Okay.” I snuggle into his side again, stunned by the fact that he’s just told me a great deal about himself—entirely voluntarily.
    As we stand at the threshold to the great room, Grace wraps me gently in her arms.
    “Ana, Ana, darling Ana,” she whispers. “Saving two of my children. How can I ever thank you?”
    I blush, touched and embarrassed in equal measure by her words. Carrick hugs me, too, kissing my forehead.
    Then Mia grabs me, squashing my ribs. I wince and gasp, but she doesn’t notice. “Thank you for saving me from those assholes.”
    Christian scowls at her. “Mia! Careful! She’s in pain.”
    “Oh! Sorry.”
    “I’m good,” I mutter, relieved when she releases me.
    She looks fine. Impeccably dressed in tight black jeans and a pale pink frilly blouse. I’m glad I’m wearing my comfortable wrap dress and flats. At least I look reasonably presentable.
    Racing over to Christian, Mia curls her arm around his waist.
    Wordlessly, he hands Grace the photo. She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth to contain her emotion as she instantly recognizes Christian. Carrick wraps his arm around her shoulder as he, too, examines it.
    “Oh, darling.” Grace caresses Christian’s cheek.
    Taylor appears. “Mr. Grey? Miss Kavanagh, her brother, and your brother are coming up, sir.”
    Christian frowns. “Thank you, Taylor,” he mutters, bemused.
    “I called Elliot and told him we were coming over.” Mia grins. “It’s a welcome-home party.”
    I sneak a sympathetic glance at my poor husband as both Grace and Carrick glare at Mia in exasperation.
    “We’d

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