Updated on August 5, 2015
50 Shades Freed – Chapter 14
The whole gang’s in Aspen. Elliot (Christian’s brother) just proposed to Kate (Ana’s friend). But Ana saw him earlier that day kissing a previous fling, Gia, on the cheek. Whatever shall Ana do?
Read Chapter 13.
50 Shades Freed
The attention of the entire restaurant is trained on Kate and Elliot, waiting with bated breath as one.
And this is why you don’t propose in public.
A single tear trickles down her cheek, though she remains expressionless.
Exactly how you want the woman you’ve just proposed to, to look.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Not four hours ago you were complaining that he has been distant and strange. Clearly there are issues here. Don’t just ACCEPT like there’s nothing wrong.
Is that what he was doing with Gia? Choosing a ring?
Did he need to take an old flame along to do that?
Oh, I’m so glad I didn’t tell Kate.
Still think you should.
Ana hugs Kate and reassures her that Elliot was just worried about the proposal. If she’s just agreed to marry the guy, she shouldn’t need reassurance from her friends.
“Way to go, Lelliot,” Christian murmurs.
Going to explain this, EL James? Apparently not.
Christian gives Kate a brief, almost arm’s-length hug.
HOW do you hug someone at arm’s length?
“I hope you are as happy in your marriage as I am in mine,” he says.
I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, Christian.
“Elliot, have you set a date?” Mia pipes up.
Fuck off, Mia. Of course he hasn’t. He literally just proposed.
They go clubbing.
“Mr Grey, welcome back,” says a very attractive, leggy blonde. “Max will take your coat.”
Yet another sexy, nameless lady in Christian’s entourage.
“Let me show you to your table.” Miss Satin Hot Pants flutters her eyelashes at my husband.
Because of course she does.
Satin Hot Pants leads us to a corner booth. Clearly the best seats in the house.
Rule one of clubbing: find a good seat.
“Show me your ring.” I raise my voice over the music. I will be hoarse by the time we leave.
Because clubs are designed for DANCING not TALKING.
It has a retro Victorian look to it.
First time I’ve ever heard the Victorian era called ‘retro’.
A whole page is dedicated to the gang giving their drinks orders to another pretty woman in hot pants, who Ana sensitively names Miss Hot Pants Number Two.
He’s mine, girlfriend.
She doesn’t give a shit, girlfriend.
“She didn’t flutter her eyelashes at you.” I smirk.
“Oh. Was she supposed to?” he asks.
“Mrs Grey, are you jealous?”
“Not in the slightest.” And I realize in that moment that I am beginning to tolerate women ogling my husband.
HA! I’d like to see what your intolerance looks like.
The waitress brings over their drinks and Christian tells Ana to drink a glass of water. She is confused, so he lists off everything that she has drunk this evening and orders her to drink the water.
Taking the glass of water, I down it in a most unladylike manner to register my protest at being told what to do … again.
Yeh, that’ll show him!
“Good girl,” he says, smirking.
Looks like he really got the message.
Ana and Kate join Mia on the dance floor (after a reminder from Christian not to bend down because her dress is too revealing).
And to my surprise I find I’m actually enjoying myself.
Imagine that. Something fun is fun.
Why did I spend the first twenty years of my life not doing this?
Because they don’t let toddlers into clubs…
I chose reading over dancing.
Who’da thunk you can do both!
It’s Christian. He has given me confidence in my body and how I can move it.
Sigh. Isn’t it strange how the bad things are her fault and the good things are Christian’s?
She feels some hands on her hips and starts to grind into … oh God, it isn’t Christian! She shouts at the strange man to get away, he calls her ‘Sugar’ and she slaps him.
“I’m married, you asshole!”
You know, ‘I just don’t want to dance with you’ is also a valid excuse.
“Keep your fucking hands off my wife,” Christian says.
Looks like he was right about the dress after all. Bad Ana, should never have worn it.
“She can take care of herself,” Blond Giant shouts. Christian hits him.
The ‘Blond Giant’ buggers off. Ana calms Christian down.
I have never slapped anyone before. What possessed me? Touching me wasn’t the worst crime against humanity. Was it?
Well, no, but you don’t have to put up with it if you don’t want it.
It’s because I instinctively knew how Christian would react. I knew he’d lose his precious self-control.
Violence in the name of love is OK!
They dance together. Christian decides to stake his claim on Ana by pinning her arms against her back and grinding against her until he feels better.
“Can we sit?” I gasp.
I’m vaguely surprised we haven’t been thrown out.
I’d say it’s because Christian’s wealthy, but I’m no cynic.
Christian puts another glass of water before me. I do as I’m told.
“What if there had been press here? You’re not above the law, Christian.”
Kind of think he might be.
“No one touches what’s mine,” he says with chilling finality.
Chilling! She describes her husband as chilling and doesn’t run away!
They decide to go home. When they arrive, Christian takes off Ana’s shoes.
“I had delightful visions of these around my ears,” he murmurs.
Which would make your head somewhat distant from the crucial area.
“You’re wrecked, aren’t you?” he says softly.
I sigh. I had no idea I was this tired.
Constantly walking on egg shells will do that to a person.
Taking my hand, he leads me into the bathroom. Why are we going in here?
I sit stunned as he methodically removes my makeup.
Sometimes Christian has these incredibly tender moments in which you realise that HE IS STILL A PSYCHOPATH WHO SHOULDN’T BE MARRIED TO ANYONE.
Back in the bedroom they talk about the man in the club a bit more. You know that advice for writing essays: say what you’re going to say, say it, then say what you just said? It doesn’t apply to novels.
“As much as I’d love to bury myself in you, Mrs Grey, you’ve had too much to drink, you’re at nearly eight thousand feet, and you didn’t sleep well last night. Get into bed.”
So considerate. He even decides when they DON’T have sex.
Images of the day flash through my mind … Who would have thought? I grin widely, the word progress running around my brain as I drift.
Oh, so punching someone and ordering you about is progress, is it?
Read Chapter 15.