Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 195

“Please.”

While Ana is soaking in the tub, I check with the hotel that all of Andrea’s arrangements are in place. It

seems she’s thought of everything, right down to the decorations.

Give the woman a raise, Grey.

I have to wait for Ana, so I open my laptop, pull up Geolumara’s P&L, and spend several minutes

running through it.

Hmm…their sales could be better—but their cash deposits are healthy, given it’s a fairly new company.

However, with their considerable expenses their profit margins aren’t as high as I would expect. We

can get them there. I make a few notes of what we could do, until the sound of a hair dryer coming to

life next door pulls me from the spreadsheet.

I’ve lost track of time.

Ambling into the bedroom I find a squeaky clean Ana sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in a towel,

drying her hair. “Here, let me,” I offer, and point to the chair by the dressing table.

“Dry my hair?” Her disbelief is obvious.

Ana, this is not my first rodeo.

But I’m not sure she’d like to hear that I used to do this for my submissives as a reward for good

behavior.

“Come,” I coax her. She seats herself in the chair, throwing me a quizzical look in the mirror. But as I

brush her hair she surrenders herself to my ministrations. It’s an absorbing task, and I soon find myself

lost in it…detangling strands of her hair, then drying them. It takes me back, much further back than I

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To a small, shabby room in a slum in Detroit.

I halt those thoughts immediately.

“You’re no stranger to this.” Ana interrupts my reverie, and I smile at her in the mirror, but say nothing.

You don’t want to know, Ana.

When I’m finished, her hair is soft and lush, capturing the light from a lamp on the dressing table.

Beautiful.

“Thank you,” she says, shaking her head and letting her hair tumble down her back. I drop a kiss on

her naked shoulder and tell her that I’ll have a quick shower. She smiles, though I see her sadness and

it makes me wonder if I’ve made the right decision to host this party.

Hell.

These thoughts weigh heavily on me as I step under the cascade of hot water.

So much so that I offer a silent prayer to God.

Make Ray better.

Please, Lord.

When I come out of the bathroom, Ana’s waiting for me. She looks stunning. The dress fits perfectly,

accentuating her beautiful body, and the bracelet sparkles on her wrist. She does a quick twirl, then

stops so I can zip her up. “You look gorgeous, as you should on your birthday,” I whisper.

She turns and places her hands on my naked chest. “So do you.” She peeks up at me, through long

lashes, in that way that heats my blood.

Ana.

“I’d better get dressed, before I change my mind about dinner and unzip that dress.”

“You chose well, Mr. Grey.”

“You wear it well, Mrs. Grey.”

Mia has texted to let me know everyone has gathered in the room. Squeezing Ana’s hand as we step

out of the elevator onto the mezzanine level, I hope she likes surprises. I steer us toward the private

dining rooms, my stunning wife seemingly oblivious to the admiring glances she’s attracting. At the end

of the corridor, I pause for the briefest moment before I open the door, then in we go—to a rousing

chorus of “Surprise!”

Mom, Dad, Kate, Elliot, both Josés, Mia, Ethan, Bob, and Carla all raise their glasses, cheering, as we

stand together before our family and friends. Ana turns and gawks at me. I grin, squeezing her hand,

delighted that this has all come together, and Carla steps forward, sweeping Ana into her arms.

“Darling, you look beautiful. Happy birthday.”

“Mom!” Ana sobs. It’s a bittersweet sound and I step away to give them some privacy, and to greet the

rest of our guests.

I’m actually pleased to see everyone—even José. He and his father are looking well rested, and less

battered than yesterday. Elliot and Ethan rave about Charlie Tango, Mia and Kate about The

Heathman.

“And I got to fly in your helicopter! Thank you so much!” Mia throws her arms around me. I ask her how

her job’s going. “So far so good.” She grins. “Oh, my turn for Ana!” She darts off to pester my wife.

“Thanks for all this, Christian,” Kate says. “I’m sure Ana appreciates it.”

“I hope so.”

When I return to her, Elliot has Ana in a tight embrace. Taking her hand, I ease her to my side. “Enough

fondling my wife. Go fondle your fiancée,” I say without rancor. Elliot winks at Kate.

A waiter presents Ana and me with flutes of rosé champagne—our usual, Grande Année, of course. I

clear my throat; the general hum in the room dies down as everyone gives me their attention. “This

would be a perfect day if Ray were here with us, but he’s not far away. He’s doing well, and I know he’d

like you to enjoy yourself, Ana. To all of you—thank you for coming to share my beautiful wife’s

birthday, the first of many to come. Happy birthday, my love.” I raise my glass to my girl, amid a chorus

of “happy birthdays,” and tears shine in her eyes.

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