Chapter 11: 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 large frosted cake with Happy Birthday and Congratulations, Mr. Grey written inblue icing across the top. There's asolitary gold candle burning on top.

What the fuck.

This has never happened.

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 myface to hide my surprise and, when they finish, blow out the candle. They all cheer and start applauding, as if I've done something worthy ofcelebration.

Sarah offers me a champagne flute.

There are shouts of "Speech. Speech."

"Well, this is a surprise." I turn toAndrea, 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 polite laughter and applause. "So wewanted to express our gratitude insome way. All of us." She extends an arm to our colleagues. "We also want to wish you a happy birthday and congratulations on your good news. Let's raise a glass." She does. "To Christian Grey." My name echoes through the office.

I raise my glass to salute her and take a large swig.

There's more applause.

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 welcome, Mr. Grey."

Ros gives me a warm smile and tips her glass toward me, and Iremember I owe her a pair of navy Manolos.

It takes me thirty-five minutes toextricate myself from the little gathering in my office. I'm touched, and I'm surprised that I'm touched. Imust 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 toyou. 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. Infront of me. Bowed. Naked. Her forehead pressed to the basement floor. Her hair a shining coronet oflightning against the dark wooden boards. Her hand is stretched out. Splayed. Tipped with scarlet nails. She's begging. Keep your head onthe floor. My voice echoes off the concrete walls. She wants me tostop. She's had enough. My grip tightens on the crop. Enough, Grey. Iwrap my fingers around my cock, hard from her mouth, covered incrimson smears from her lipstick. Mypalm 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 acrash. 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 tothe floor. She screams. And screams. Leave him. Leave him. I'min shock. And he hits me. A right hook to my chin. I fall. And fall. Myhead spins. I'm faint. No. Stop the screaming. Stop. It goes on. And on. I'm under the kitchen table. Myhands on my ears. But they don'tshut 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? Ismell 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 athome. Escala. The coming dawn casts a faint rosy glow over Ana'ssleeping form, and relief rushes through me like a cool autumn breeze.

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