It had been three years since Anastasia Steele traded her Lincolns for a lifetime lease on Christian Grey’s heart, and two since they’d last seen a playroom key. They were, by all accounts, boringly happy. Ana ran a successful small press in Seattle, and Christian had, to the shock of the financial world, become a philanthropist.
Christian faced his brother. “You don’t want to hurt me,” he said, voice steady. “You want me to see you.” fifty shades of grey 4
And in that moment, Ana struck—not a weapon, but words. “He’s not your enemy. Your father was. Let us help you.” It had been three years since Anastasia Steele
But happiness, Christian discovered, had its own set of chains. by all accounts