Chapter 11


    From: Christian Grey


    Subject: I’ll Show You Hot


    Date: June 20 2011 17:08


    To: Anastasia Steele


    My darling wife-to-be


    Maybe I can use the tie this evening, when I test your stamina.


    Christian Grey


    Impatient CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.


    PS: The sabotage is just conjecture. Don’t worry about it. This is not a request.


    The elevator doors open.


    “Happy birthday, Mr. Grey!” There’s a cacophony of voices. Andrea is standing by the doors, holding a


    top. There’s a solitary gold candle burning on top.


    What the fuck.


    This has never happened.


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    Ever.


    The throng—which includes Ros, Barney, Fred, Marco, Vanessa, and all the VPs of their departments


    —breaks into a rousing chorus of “Happy Birthday.” I fix a smile on my face to hide my surprise and,


    when they finish, blow out the candle. They all cheer and start apuding, as if I’ve done something


    worthy of celebration.


    Sarah offers me a champagne flute.


    There are shouts of “Speech. Speech.”


    “Well, this is a surprise.” I turn to Andrea, who gives me a slight shrug. “But thank you.”


    Ros pipes up, “We’re all grateful you’re still here, Christian, especially me, because it means I’m still


    here, too.” There’s a smattering of politeughter and apuse. “So we wanted to express our


    gratitude in some way. All of us.” She extends an arm to our colleagues. “We also want to wish you a


    happy birthday and congrattions on your good news. Let’s raise a ss.” She does. “To Christian


    Grey.”


    My name echoes through the office.


    I raise my ss to salute her and take arge swig.


    There’s more apuse.


    I really don’t understand what has gotten into my staff. Why now? What gives?


    “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 wee, Mr. Grey.”


    Ros gives me a warm smile and tips her ss 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.


    Shees 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 sessful 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 cor of


    lightning against the dark wooden boards. Her hand is stretched out. Syed. 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. Ie ande. 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. Esc. Theing dawn casts a faint rosy glow over Ana’s


    sleeping form, and relief rushes through me like a cool autumn breeze.


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