Fifty Shades Darker (book 5)

Chapter 116

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“You know me well.” There’s humor in her tone.

Thank God.

“I’d like to know you better.”

“Back at you, Grey,” she says, and asks me what torments me when I sleep.

“The usual.”

She insists that I tell her more.

Oh, Ana, do you really want to know?

She remains silent. Waiting.

I sigh.

“I must be about three, and the crack whore’s pimp is mad as hell again. He smokes and smokes,

one cigarette after another, and he can’t find an ashtray.”

Does she really want this shit in her head? The burn. The smell. The screaming.

She tenses beneath me.

“It hurt,” I mutter. “It’s the pain I remember. That’s what gives me nightmares. That, and the fact that

she did nothing to stop him.”

Ana’s hold on me tightens.

I lift my head, meeting her eyes. “You’re not like her. Don’t ever think that. Please.”

She blinks a couple of times and I lay my head on her chest again.

The crack whore was weak. No, Maggot. Not now.

She killed herself. Abandoning me.

“Sometimes in the dreams she’s just lying on the floor. And I think she’s asleep. But she doesn’t

move. She never moves. And I’m hungry. Really hungry. There’s a loud noise and he’s back, and he

hits me so hard, cursing the crack whore. His first reaction was always to use his fists or his belt.”

“Is that why you don’t like to be touched?”

I close my eyes and hold her tighter. “That’s complicated.” I nuzzle the space between her breasts,

surrounding myself with her essence.

“Tell me,” she asks.

“She didn’t love me.” She can’t have loved me. She didn’t protect me. And she left me. Alone. “I

didn’t love me. The only touch I knew was…harsh. It stemmed from there.”

I never had a mother’s loving touch, Ana.

Never.

Grace respected my boundaries.

I still don’t know why.

“Flynn explains it better than I can.”

“Can I see Flynn?” she asks.

“Fifty Shades rubbing off on you?” I try to lighten the mood.

“And then some.” Ana squirms. “I like how it’s rubbing off right now.”

I love her levity, and if she can joke about this, there’s hope. “Yes, Miss Steele, I like that, too.” I kiss

her and stare into the warm depths of her eyes. “You’re so precious to me, Ana. I was serious about

marrying you. We can get to know each other then. I can look after you. You can look after me. We

can have kids if you want. I will lay my world at your feet, Anastasia. I want you, body and soul,

forever. Please think about it.”

“I will think about it, Christian. I will. I’d really like to talk to Dr. Flynn, though, if you don’t mind.”

“Anything for you, baby. Anything. When would you like to see him?”

“Sooner rather than later.”

“Okay. I’ll make the arrangements in the morning.” I glance at the clock: 3:44. “It’s late. We should

sleep.” I switch off the light and pull her to me so we’re spooning. I only spoon with Ana. I nuzzle her

neck. “I love you, Ana Steele, and I want you by my side, always. Now go to sleep.”

I’M WOKEN BY A commotion. Ana is leaping over me and onto the floor and heading for the

bathroom.

She’s leaving?

No.

I check the time.

Shit. It’s late. I think this is the latest I’ve ever slept. She’s going to work. Shaking my head, I call

Taylor through the internal phone system.

“Good morning, Mr. Grey.”

“Taylor, good morning. Could you take Miss Steele to work today?”

“With pleasure, sir.”

“She’s rather late.”

“I’ll wait for her outside the front door.”

“Great.”

“Come back for me.”

“Will do, sir.”

I sit up, and Ana hurries out of the bathroom, drying herself and gathering her clothes at the same

time. It’s quite the floor show, especially when she dons a pair of black lace panties and a matching

lace bra.

Yes. I could watch this all day.

“You look good. You can call in sick, you know,” I offer.

“No, Christian, I can’t. I am not a megalomaniac CEO with a beautiful smile who can come and go

as he pleases.”

Beautiful smile? Megalomaniac? I grin. “I like to come as I please.”

“Christian!” she sputters, and throws the towel at me.

I laugh. She’s still here and I don’t think she hates me. “Beautiful smile, huh?”

“Yes. You know the effect you have on me.” She wraps her watch strap around her wrist and stops

to fasten it.

“Do I?”

“Yes, you do. The same effect you have on all women. Gets really tiresome, watching them all

swoon.”

“Does it?” I can’t hide my amusement.

“Don’t play the innocent, Mr. Grey, it really doesn’t suit you.” She yanks her hair up into a ponytail

and puts on a pair of high-heeled shoes.

Baby’s in black. She looks sensational.

She bends down to kiss me good-bye and I can’t resist. I pull her down onto the bed.

Thank you for still being here, Ana. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“What can I do to tempt you to stay?” I whisper.

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