“Was this your idea?” I ask Andrea when she hands me a slice of cake.
“No, sir. It was Ros’s.”
“But you got all this together.”
“Sarah and I did, sir.”
“Well, thank you. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Grey.”
Ros gives me a warm smile and tips her glass toward me, and I remember I owe her a pair of navy Manolos.
It takes me thirty-five minutes to extricate myself from the little gathering in my office. I’m touched, and I’m surprised that I’m touched. I must be going soft in my old age. But as ever, I’m anxious to return home…anxious to see Ana.
She comes dashing out of the rear entrance to SIP and my heart flips to see her. Sawyer is by her side; he opens the Audi door and she slides in beside me while Sawyer climbs in front with Taylor.
“Hi.” Her smile is dazzling.
“Hi.” Taking her hand, I kiss her knuckles. “How was your day?”
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Elena’s eyes are like flint. Cold. Hard. She’s in my face. Angry. I was the best thing that ever happened to you. Look at you now. One of the richest, most successful entrepreneurs in the United States. Controlled, driven, you need nothing. You are master of your universe. Now she’s on her knees. In front of me. Bowed. Naked. Her forehead pressed to the basement floor. Her hair a shining coronet of lightning against the dark wooden boards. Her hand is stretched out. Splayed. Tipped with scarlet nails. She’s begging. Keep your head on the floor. My voice echoes off the concrete walls. She wants me to stop. She’s had enough. My grip tightens on the crop. Enough, Grey. I wrap my fingers around my cock, hard from her mouth, covered in crimson smears from her lipstick. My palm moves up and down. Faster. Faster. Faster. Yes. I come and come. With a loud guttural cry. Painting her back with my cum. I stand over her. Panting. Heady. Sated. There’s a crash. The door flies open. His frame fills the doorway. He roars, and the blood-curdling sound fills the room. No. Elena screams. Fuck. No. No. No. He’s here. He knows. Elena stands between me and him. No, she cries, and he hits her so hard she falls to the floor. She screams. And screams. Leave him. Leave him. I’m in shock. And he hits me. A right hook to my chin. I fall. And fall. My head spins. I’m faint. No. Stop the screaming. Stop. It goes on. And on. I’m under the kitchen table. My hands on my ears. But they don’t shut out the noise. He’s here. I hear his boots. Big boots. With buckles. She’s screaming. And screaming. What did he do? Where is she? I smell his stench before I see him and he peers under the table, a lit cigarette in his hand. There you are, you little shit.
I wake instantly, gasping for air and doused in a sheen of sweat with fear streaking through my veins.
Where am I?
My eyes adjust to the light. I’m at home. Escala. The coming dawn casts a faint rosy glow over Ana’s sleeping form, and relief rushes through me like a cool autumn breeze.
Thank fuck.
She’s here. With me.
I blow out a long, steadying breath as I try to clear my head.
What the hell was that about?
I rarely dream about Elena, much less about that horrific moment in our shared history. I shudder as I lie staring at the ceiling, and I know I’m too wired to get back to sleep. I contemplate waking Ana—wanting to lose myself in her once more—but I know that’s not fair. Last night she more than proved her stamina; she has to work later today and she needs her sleep. Besides, I’m ill at ease, my skin’s crawling, and the nightmare has left a sour taste in my mouth. It must be the severing of my friendship and business relationship with Elena that’s haunting my psyche. After all, Mrs. Lincoln has been my lodestar for over a decade.
Shit.
It had to be done.
It’s over. All of that is over.
Sitting up I run my hand through my hair, careful not to disturb Ana. It’s early—5:05—and right now, I need a glass of water.
I swivel out of bed and find I’m standing on my tie, discarded after last night’s diverting shenanigans. A delicious memory of Ana invades my senses, her hands bound above her head, her body rigid, her head tipped back in ecstasy as she clutches the pale gray slats of the headboard, while I lavish my attention on her clitoris with my tongue. It’s a much more pleasing recollection than the remnants of my nightmare. I pick up my tie, fold it, and place it on the nightstand.
It’s unusual for me to have nightmares when Ana is sleeping beside me. I hope it’s a one-off. I’m grateful that I have an appointment with Flynn later today so I can dissect this new development with him.
Pulling on my PJ pants, I grab my phone and exit the bedroom. Perhaps some Chopin or Bach will soothe me.
As I sit down at the piano, I check my messages, and there’s one from Welch, left at midnight, that catches my eye.
Welch
Sabotage suspected.
Initial report first thing this morning.
Fuck. My scalp tingles as the blood drains from my head.
My fears have been confirmed. Someone wants me dead.
Who?
My mind rolls through the few business associates I’ve outplayed over the years.
Woods? Stevens? Carver? Who else? Waring?
Would they stoop to this?
They all made money; lots of money. They just lost their companies. I can’t believe this could be connected to my commercial activities.
Perhaps it’s personal?
There’s only one person who looms large in that regard and it’s Linc. But Elena’s ex-husband already took his revenge on her, and that was years ago. Why would he act now?
Perhaps it’s someone else. A disgruntled employee? An ex? I can’t think of anyone who would do this. Apart from Leila, they’re all doing well.
I need to process this.
Ana! Shit!
If they’re coming after me, they could hurt her. Fear steals through me like a ghost, leaving goose bumps in its wake. I have to protect Ana at all costs. I text Welch.
Meet this morning.
8 am Grey House
Welch
Copy
I text Andrea so she can clear any meetings I may have, then e-mail Taylor.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Sabotage
Date: June 21 2011 05:18
To: J B Taylor
Welch has informed me that Charlie Tango may have been sabotaged. The initial report will be with us later this morning. We’re meeting at Grey House at 8 am.
Reinstate Reynolds and Ryan if they’re still available. I want Ana accompanied at all times. Sawyer can stay with her today.