Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Will you test my stamina later?" Her voice is low and sultry.

Oh, Ana. Desire streaks through my body like lightning.

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure."

"I'm so glad to hear that, Christian Grey."

She's far too good at this game. "I'm so happy you called me," I say. "Made my day."

"I aim to please." She giggles. "Imust call your personal trainer, so Ican keep up with you!"

I laugh. "Bastille will bedelighted."

She's silent for a moment. "Thank you for making me feel better."

"Isn't that what I'm supposed todo?"

"It is. And you do it well."

I bask in her loving words. Ana, you make me feel whole.

There's a knock on my door, and Iknow it's either Andrea or Sarah with my lunch.

"I've got to go."

"Thank you, Christian," she says.

"For what?"

"Being you. Oh, one more thing. The news of you buying SIP is still embargoed, isn't it?"

"Yes, for another three weeks."

"Okay. I'll try and remember that."

"Do. Laters, baby."

"Okay. Laters, Christian."

Andrea and Sarah have gone all out today. I have my favorite sandwich-turkey club with a pickle on the side a sprinkling of salad, and some potato chips, all served on atray with GEH linen, a cut crystal highball glass with sparkling water, and a matching vase sporting aperky pink rose.

"Thanks," I mutter, bemused, asthey both fuss setting up the tray.

"Pleasure, Mr. Grey," Andrea says with a smile that is becoming less rare. They both seem strangely distracted and a little skittish today. What are they up to?

While I tuck into lunch I check my messages. There's another one from Elena.

Shit.

Elena

Call me. Please.

Elena

Call me. I'm going crazy.

Elena

I don't know what to say.

I've been thinking about what happened all weekend.

And I don't know why things got so out of control.

I'm sorry. Call me.

Elena

Please answer my calls.

I have to deal with her. Myparents want me to cut ties with Mrs. Lincoln, and frankly I don'tknow how we come back from all that we spewed at each other onSaturday evening.

I said some pretty awful things.

So did she.

It's time to end it.

I told Ana I would gift Elena the company.

I scroll through my contacts and find the number of my personal lawyer. Ironically, it was Elena who first put us in touch. Debra Kingston is a commercial lawyer who also happens to enjoy the same lifestyle that I do. She's drafted all my D/scontracts and NDAs, and handled my dealings with Mrs. Lincoln and our joint business.

I press call.

"Christian, good afternoon. Long time no speak. I understand congratulations are in order."

"Thanks, Debra."

Jesus! She knows, too.

"What can I do for you?"

"I want to gift the salon business to Elena Lincoln."

"Excuse me?" Her voice rings with disbelief.

"You heard me right. I want togift the business to Elena. I'd like you to draw up a contract. Everything. Loans. Property. Assets. All of it. It's all hers."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You're cutting ties?"

"I am. I want nothing to do with it. No liabilities."

"Christian, as your lawyer I have to ask, are you sure you want to dothis? This is an incredibly generous gift. You stand to lose hundreds ofthousands of dollars." "Debra, I'mwell aware of that."

She huffs into the phone. "Okay, if you insist. I'll send over a draft inthe next couple of days."

"Thank you. And I want toconduct all correspondence with her through you."

"You two have really fallen out."

I am not going to discuss myprivate life with Debra. Well, not this aspect of my private life.

"I get it," she adds. "Keeping the ball and chain happy?"

What. The. Hell?

"Debra, just do the fucking contract."

Her response is tight-lipped. "Very well, Christian. And I'll let Mrs. Lincoln know."

"Good. Thank you."

That should get Elena off myback.

I hang up.

Whoa. I've done it.

And it feels good. A relief. I'vejust kissed good-bye to a small fortune by GEH standards, but I owe her that much. Without her there would be no GEH.

"I've been thinking about our recent conversation, Christian."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"You, leaving Harvard. I'll lend you $100,000 to start your business."

"You'd do that?"

"Christian, I have every faith inyou. You are destined to be a master of the universe. It will be a loan and you can pay me back."

"Elena... I..."

"You can thank me by showing me what you learned earlier today. You top. I'll bottom. Don't mark me."

I shake my head; so began mytraining as a Dominant. My success as a businessman is tied to mylifestyle choice. I smirk at the pun and then frown. I can't believe I'venever consciously made the connection before.

Shit. I can't cower behind mydesk. I owe her a call.

Showtime, Grey.

Reluctantly, I press her contact on my phone.

She answers on the first ring. "Christian, why haven't you called me?"

"I'm calling you now."

"What the hell is wrong with your mother and your... fiancée?" she sneers over that final word.

Tags:

Source: