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E L JamesFifty ShadesFreedFirst published by The Writer’s Coffee Shop, 2012Copyright E L James, 2012The right of E L James to be identified as the author of thiswork has been asserted by him under the CopyrightAmendment (Moral Rights) Act 2000This work is copyright. Apart from any use as permittedunder the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced,copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded ortransmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior
written permission of the publisher.This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, placesand incidents are either a product of the author’simagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance toactual people living or dead, events or locales is entirelycoincidental.The Writer’s Coffee Shop(Australia) PO Box 2013 Hornsby Westfield NSW 1635(USA) PO Box 2116 Waxahachie TX 75168Craig, W.J., ed. “King Lear.” The Complete Works ofWilliam Shakespeare. Scene 1, Act 1. New York: RandomHouse Value Publishing: bout the AuthorE L James is a TV executive, wife, and mother of two,based in West London. Since early childhood, she dreamtof writing stories that readers would fall in love with, but putthose dreams on hold to focus on her family and her career.She finally plucked up the courage to put pen to paper withher first novel, Fifty Shades of Grey. E L James is currentlyworking on a new romantic thriller with a supernatural twist.E L JAMES
PrologueMommy! Mommy! Mommy is asleep on the floor.She has been asleep for a long time. I brush her hairbecause she likes that. She doesn’t wake up. I shake her.Mommy! My tummy hurts. It is hungry. He isn’t here. I amthirsty. In the kitchen I pull a chair to the sink and I have adrink. The water splashes over my blue sweater. Mommy isstill asleep. Mommy wake up! She lies still. She is cold. Ifetch my blankie and I cover Mommy and I lie down on thesticky green rug beside her. Mommy is still asleep. I havetwo toy cars. They race by the floor where Mommy issleeping. I think Mommy is sick. I searchfor something to eat. In the icebox I find peas. They arecold. I eat them slowly. They make my tummy hurt. I sleepbeside Mommy. The peas are gone. In the icebox issomething. It smells funny. I lick it and my tongue is stuck toit. I eat it slowly. It tastes nasty. I drink some water. I playwith my cars and I sleep beside Mommy. Mommy is so coldand she won’t wake up. The door crashes open. I coverMommy with my blankie . He’s here. Fuck. What the fuckhappened here? Oh the crazy fucked up bitch. Shit. Fuck.Get out of my way, you little shit. He kicks me and I hit myhead on the floor. My head hurts. He calls somebody andhe goes. He locks the door. I lay down beside Mommy. Myhead hurts. The lady policeman is here. No. No. No. Don’t
touch me. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. I stay byMommy. No. Stay away from me. The ladypoliceman has my blankie and she grabs me. I scream.Mommy! Mommy! I want my Mommy. The1 P a g eFifty Shades Freedwords are gone. I can’t say the words. Mommy can’thear me. I have no words.“Christian! Christian!” Her voice is urgent, pulling him fromthe depths of his nightmare, the depths of his despair. “I’mhere. I’m here.”He wakes and she’s leaning over him, grasping hisshoulders, shaking him, her face etched with anguish, blueeyes wide and brimming with tears.“Ana,” His voice is a breathless whisper, the taste of feartarnishing his mouth. “You’re here.”“Of course I’m here.”“I had a dream . . .”“I know. I’m here, I’m here.”“Ana.” He breathes her name and it’s a talisman against
the black choking panic that courses through his body.“Hush, I’m here.” She curls around him, her limbs cocooninghim, her warmth leeching into his body, forcing back theshadows, forcing back the fear. She is sunshine, she islight . . . she is his.“Please let’s not fight.” His voice is hoarse as he wraps hisarms around her.“Okay.”“The vows. No obeying. I can do that. We’ll find a way.” Thewords rush out of his mouth in a tumble of emotion andconfusion and anxiety.“Yes. We will. We will always find a way,” she whispers andher lips are on his, silencing him, bringing him back to thenow.2 P ageE L JAMESChapter OneI stare up through gaps in the sea grass parasol at thebluest of skies, summer blue, Mediterranean blue with acontented sigh. Christian is beside me, stretched out on asun lounger. My husband—my hot, beautiful husband,shirtless, and in cut-off jeans—is reading a book predicting
the collapse of the Western banking system. By allaccounts it’s a page-turner; I haven’t seen him sit this still,ever. He looks more like a student than the hotshot CEO ofone the top privately owned companies in the UnitedStates.On the final leg of our honeymoon, we laze in the afternoonsun on the beach of the aptly named Beach Plaza MonteCarlo in Monaco, although we’re not actually staying in thishotel. I open my eyes and gaze out at the Fair Ladyanchored in the harbor. We are staying, of course, onboard a luxury motor yacht. Built in 1928, she floatsmajestically on the water, queen of the all the yachts in theharbor. She looks like a child’s wind-up toy. Christian lovesher—I suspect he’s tempted to buy her. Honestly, boys andtheir toys.Sitting back, I listen to the Christian Grey mix on my newiPod and doze in the late afternoon sun, idly rememberinghis proposal; oh his dreamy proposal in the boathouse . . . Ican almost smell the scent of the meadow flowers . . . o0o “Can we marry tomorrow?” Christian murmurs softly in myear. I am sprawled on his chest in the flowery bower in theboathouse, sated from our passionate lovemaking.“Hmm.”“Is that a yes?” I hear his hopeful surprise.
“Hmm.”“A no?”“Hmm.”3 P a g eFifty Shades FreedI sense his grin. “Miss Steele, are you incoherent?”I grin. “Hmm.”He laughs and hugs me tightly, kissing the top of my head.“Vegas, tomorrow, it is then.”Sleepily I raise my head. “I don’t think my parents would bevery happy with that.”He thrums his fingertips up and down my naked back,caressing me gently.“What do you want, Anastasia? Vegas? A big wedding withall the trimmings? Tell me.”“Not big . . . Just friends and family.” I gaze up at him movedby the quiet entreaty in his glowing gray eyes. What doeshe want?“Okay.” He nods. “Where?”
I shrug.“Could we do it here?” he asks tentatively.“Your folks’ place? Would they mind?”He snorts. “My mother would be in seventh heaven.”“Okay, here. I’m sure my mom and dad would prefer that.”He strokes my hair. Could I be any happier?“So, we’ve established where, now the when.”“Surely you should ask your mother.”“Hmm.” Christian’s smile dips. “She can have a month,that’s it. I want you too much to wait any longer.”“Christian, you have me. You’ve had me for a while. Butokay—a month it is.” I kiss his chest, a soft chaste kiss, andsmile up at him. o0o “You’ll burn.” Christian whispers in my ear, startling me frommy doze.“Only for you.” I give him my sweetest smile. The lateafternoon sun has shifted, and I am under its full glare. Hesmirks and in one swift move pulls my sun lounger into the
shade of the parasol.“Out of the Mediterranean sun, Mrs. Grey.”“Thank you for your altruism, Mr. Grey.”“My pleasure, Mrs. Grey, and I’m not being altruistic at all. Ifyou burn, I won’t be able to touch you.” He raises aneyebrow, his eyes 4 P a g eE L JAMESshining with mirth, and my heart expands. “But I suspect youknow that and you’re laughing at me.”“Would I?” I gasp, feigning innocence.“Yes you would and you do. Often. It’s one of the manythings I love about you.” He leans down and kisses me,playfully biting my lower lip.“I was hoping you’d rub me down with more suntan lotion.” Ipout against his lips.“Mrs. Grey, it’s a dirty job . . . but that’s an offer I can’trefuse. Sit up,” he orders, his voice husky. I do as I’m told,and with slow meticulous strokes from strong and supplefingers, he coats me in sun lotion.“You really are very lovely. I’m a lucky man,” he murmurs ashis fingers skim over my breasts, spreading the lotion.
“Yes you are, Mr. Grey.” I gaze coyly up at him through mylashes.“Modesty becomes you, Mrs. Grey. Turn over. I want to doyour back.”Smiling, I roll over, and he undoes the back strap of myhideously expensive bikini.“How would you feel if I went topless, like the other womenon the beach?” I ask.“Displeased,” he says without hesitation. “I’m not veryhappy about you wearing so little right now.” He leans downand whispers in my ear. “Don’t push your luck.”“Is that a challenge, Mr. Grey?”“No. It’s a statement of fact, Mrs. Grey.”I sigh and shake my head. Oh Christian . . . mypossessive, jealous, control freak Christian.When he’s finished, he slaps my behind.“You’ll do, wench.”His ever-present, ever-active BlackBerry buzzes. I frownand he smirks.“My eyes only, Mrs. Grey.” He raises his eyebrow in playful
warning, slaps my backside once more, and sits backdown on his lounger to take the call.5 P a g eFifty Shades FreedMy inner goddess purrs. Maybe tonight we could do somekind of floor show for his eyes only. She smirks knowingly,arching a brow. I grin at the thought and drift back into myafternoon siesta.“Mam’selle? Un Perrier pour moi, un Coca-Cola light pour ma femme, s’il vous plait. Et quelque chose amanger. . . laissez-moi voir la carte.”Hmm . . . Christian speaking fluent French wakes me. Myeyelashes flutter in the glare of the sun, and I find Christianwatching me while a liveried young woman walks away, hertray held aloft, her high blond ponytail swingingprovocatively.“Thirsty?” he asks.“Yes,” I mutter sleepily.“I could watch you all day. Tired?”I flush. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”“Me neither.” He grins, puts down his BlackBerry and
stands. His shorts fall a little and hang . . . in that way so hisswim trunks are visible beneath. Christian takes his shortsoff, stepping out of his flipflops. I lose my train of thought.“Come for a swim with me.” He holds out his hand while Ilook up at him, dazed. “Swim?” he says again, cocking hishead to one side, an amused expression on his face. WhenI don’t respond, he shakes his head slowly.“I think you need a wake-up call.” Suddenly he pounces,reaching down and lifting me into his arms while I shriek,more from surprise than alarm.“Christian! Put me down!” I squeal.He chuckles. “Only in the sea, baby.”Several sunbathers on the beach watch with that bemuseddisinterest so typical, I now realize, of the French asChristian carries me to the sea, laughing, and wades in.I clasp my arms around his neck. “You wouldn’t.” I saybreathlessly, trying to stifle my giggling.He grins down at me. “Oh Ana, baby, have you learnednothing in the short time we’ve known each other?” Heleans down and kisses me, and I seize my opportunity,running my fingers through his hair, 6 P a g eE L JAMES
grasping two handfuls and kissing him back, invading hismouth with my tongue. He inhales sharply and leans back,eyes smoky but wary.“I know your game,” he whispers and he slowly sinks intothe cool, clear water, taking me with him as his lips findmine once more. The chill of the Mediterranean is soonforgotten as I wrap myself around my husband.“I thought you wanted to swim,” I murmur against his mouth.“You’re very distracting.” Christian grazes his teeth alongmy lower lip. “But I’m not sure I want the good people ofMonte Carlo to see my wife in the throes of passion.”I run my teeth along his jaw, his stubble tickly against mytongue, not caring a dime for the good people of MonteCarlo.“Ana,” he groans. He wraps his wrist around my ponytailand tugs gently, tilting my head back, exposing my throat.He trails kisses from my ear down my neck.“Shall I take you in the sea?” he breathes.“Yes,” I whisper.Christian pulls away and gazes down at me, his eyes warm,wanting and amused. “Mrs. Grey, you’re insatiable, and sobrazen. What sort of monster have I created?”
“A monster fit for you. Would you have me any other way?”“I’ll take you any way I can get you, you know that. But notright now. Not with an audience.” He jerks his head towardthe shore. What?Sure enough, several sunbathers on the beach haveabandoned their indifference and now regard us withinterest. Suddenly, Christian grabs me around my waistand launches me into the air, letting me fall into the waterand sink beneath the waves to the soft sand below. Isurface, coughing, spluttering and giggling.“Christian!” I scold, glaring at him. I thought we were goingto make love in the sea . . . and chalk up yet another first.He bites his lower lip to stifle his amusement. I splash him,and he splashes me right back.“We have all night,” he says, grinning like a fool. “Laters,baby.”He dives beneath the sea and surfaces three feet awayfrom me, then in a fluid, graceful crawl, swims away fromthe shore, away from me. 7 P a g eFifty Shades FreedGah! Playful, tantalizing Fifty! I shield my eyes from the sunas I watch him go. He’s such a tease . . . what can I do toget him back?
While I swim back to the shore, I contemplate my options.At the sun loungers our drinks have arrived and I take aquick sip of Coke. Christian is a faint speck in the distance.Hmm . . . I lie down on my front and, fumbling with thestraps, take my bikini top off and toss it casually ontoChristian’s sun lounger. There . . . see how brazen I can be,Mr. Grey. Put this in your pipe and smoke it. I shut my eyesand let the sun warm my skin . . . warm my bones, and I driftaway under its heat, my thoughts turning to my weddingday. o0o “You may kiss the bride,” Reverend Walsh gushes.I beam up at my husband.“Finally, you’re mine,” he whispers, and he pulls me into hisarms and kisses me chastely on the lips.I am married. I am Mrs. Christian Grey. I am giddy with joy.“You look beautiful, Ana,” he murmurs and smiles, his eyesglowing with love . . . and something darker, something hot.“Don’t let anyone take that dress off but me, understand?”His smile heats a hundred degrees as his fingertips traildown my cheek, igniting my blood.Holy crap . . . How does he do this, even here with allthese people staring at us?
I nod mutely. Jeez, I hope no one can hear us. LuckilyReverend Walsh has discreetly stepped back. I glance atthe throng gathered in their wedding finery . . . My mom,Ray, Bob, and the Greys are all applauding—even Kate,my maid of honor, who looks stunning in pale pink as shestands beside Christian’s best man, his brother, Elliot. Whoknew that even Elliot could scrub up so well? All wear huge,beaming smiles—except Grace, who weeps graciously intoa dainty white handkerchief.“Ready to party, Mrs. Grey?” Christian murmurs, giving mehis shy smile. I melt. He looks divine in a simple black tuxwith silver waistcoat and tie. He’s so . . . dashing.8 P ageE L JAMES“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I grin, a totally goofy smile on myface. Later the wedding party is in full swing . . . Carrick andGrace have gone to town. They have the marquee set upagain and beautifully decorated in pale pink, silver andivory with its sides open, facing the bay. We have beenblessed with fine weather, and the late afternoon sun shinesover the water. There’s a dance floor at one end of themarquee, a lavish buffet at the other.Ray and my mother are dancing and laughing with eachother. I feel bittersweet watching them together. I hopeChristian and I last longer. I don’t know what I’d do if he left
me. Marry in haste, repent at leisure. The saying hauntsme.Kate is beside me, looking so beautiful in her long silkgown. She glances at me and frowns. “Hey, this issupposed to be the happiest day of your life,” she scolds.“It is,” I whisper.“Oh Ana, what’s wrong? Are you watching your mom andRay?”I nod sadly.“They’re happy.”“Happier apart.”“You’re having doubts?” Kate asks, alarmed.“No, not at all. It’s just . . . I love him so much.” I freeze,unable or unwilling to articulate my fears.“Ana, it’s obvious he adores you. I know you had anunconventional start to your relationship, but I can see howhappy you’ve both been over the past month.” She graspsmy hands, squeezing them. “Besides, it’s too late now,” sheadds, grinning at me.I giggle. Trust Kate to point out the obvious. She pulls meinto a Katherine Kavanagh Special Hug. “Ana, you’ll be
fine. And if he does hurt one hair on your head, he’ll haveme to answer to.” Releasing me, she grins at whoever isbehind me.“Hi, baby.” Christian puts his arms around me, surprisingme, and kisses my temple. “Kate,” he acknowledges. He’sstill cool toward her even after six weeks.“Hello again, Christian. I’m off to find your best man, whohappens to be my best man, too.” With a smile to us both,she heads over to Elliot, who is drinking with her brotherEthan and our friend José.“Time to go,” Christian murmurs.9 P a g eFifty Shades Freed“Already? This is the first party I’ve been to where I don’tmind being the center of attention.” I turn in his arms to facehim.“You deserve to be. You look stunning, Anastasia.”“So do you.”He smiles down at me, his expression heating. “Thisbeautiful dress becomes you.”“This old thing?” I flush shyly and pull at the fine lace trim of
the simple, fitted wedding dress designed for me by Kate’smother. I love that the lace is just off the shoulder; demure,yet alluring, I hope. He bends and kisses me. “Let’s go. Idon’t want to share you with all these people anymore.”“Can we leave our own wedding?”“Baby, it’s our party, and we can do whatever we want.We’ve cut the cake. And right now, I’d like to whisk youaway and have you all to myself.”I giggle. “You have me for a lifetime, Mr. Grey.”“I’m very glad to hear that, Mrs. Grey.”“Oh, there you two are! Such lovebirds.”I groan inwardly . . . Grace’s mother has found us.“Christian, darling—one more dance with your grandma?”Christian’s lips purse slightly.“Of course, Grandmother.”“And you, beautiful Anastasia, go and make an old manhappy—dance with Theo.”“Theo?”
“Grandpa Trevelyan.’“Oh, I think you can call me Grandma. Now, you twoseriously need to get working on my great-grandkids. Iwon’t last too much longer.” She gives us both a simperingsmile. Christian blinks at her in horror.“Come, Grandmother,” he says, hurriedly taking her handand leading her to the dance floor. He glances back at me,practically pouting, and rolls his eyes. “Laters, baby.”As I walk toward Grandpa Trevelyan, José accosts me.“I won’t ask you for another dance. I think I monopolized toomuch of your time on the dance floor as it is . . . I’m happy tosee you happy, but I’m serious, Ana. I’ll be here . . . If youneed me.”10 P a g eE L JAMES“José, thank you. You’re a good friend.”“I mean it.” His dark eyes burn bright with sincerity.“I know you do. Thank you, José. Now if you’ll pleaseexcuse me—I have a date with an old man.”He blinks at me in incomprehension.
“Christian’s grandfather,” I clarify.He grins. “Good luck with that, Annie. Good luck witheverything.”“Thanks, José.”After my dance with Christian’s ever-charming grandfather,I stand by the French doors, watching the sun sink slowlyover Seattle, casting bright orange and aquamarineshadows across the bay.“Let’s go,” Christian urges.“I have to change.” I grasp his hand, meaning to pull himthrough the French windows and upstairs with me. Hefrowns, not understanding, and tugs gently on my hand,halting me.“I thought you wanted to be the one to take this dress off,” Iexplain. His eyes light up.“Correct.” He gives me a lascivious grin. “But I’m notundressing you here. We wouldn’t leave until . . . I don’tknow . . .” He waves his long-fingered hand, leaving hissentence unfinished but his meaning quite clear.I flush and let go of his hand.“And don’t take your hair down either,” he murmurs darkly.
“But—”“No buts, Anastasia. You look beautiful. And I want to be theone to undress you.”Oh. I frown.“Pack your going-away clothes,” he orders. “You’ll needthem. Taylor has your main suitcase.”“Okay.” What has he got planned? He hasn’t told me wherewe’re going. In fact, I don’t think a
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