Fifty Shades Book 2 - Page 158

"I've something to show you in here," he murmurs and opens the door.

The harsh light of the fluorescents illuminates the impressive motor launch in the dock, bobbing gently on the dark water. There's a row boat beside it.

"Come." Christian takes my hand and leads me up the wooden stairs. Opening the door at the top, he steps aside to let me in.

My mouth drops to the floor. The attic is unrecognizable. The room is filled with flowers... there are flowers everywhere. Someone has created a magical bower of beautiful wild meadow flowers mixed with glowing fairy lights and miniature lanterns that glow soft and pale round the room.

My face whips round to meet his, and he's gazing at me, his expression unreadable.

He shrugs.

"You wanted hearts and flowers," he murmurs.

I blink at him, not quite believing what I'm seeing.

"You have my heart." And he waves toward the room.

"And here are the flowers," I whisper, completing his sentence. "Christian, it's lovely."

I can't think of what else to say. My heart is in my mouth as tears p.r.i.c.k my eyes.

Tugging my hand, he pulls me into the room, and before I know it, he's sinking to one knee in front of me. Holy h.e.l.l... I did not expect this! I stop breathing.

From his inside jacket pocket he produces a ring and gazes up at me, his eyes bright gray and raw, full of emotion.

"Anastasia Steele. I love you. I want to love, cherish, and protect you for the rest of my life. Be mine. Always. Share my life with me. Marry me."

I blink down at him as my tears fall. My Fifty, my man. I love him so, and all I can say as the tidal wave of emotion hits me is, "Yes."

He grins, relieved, and slowly slides the ring on my finger. It's beautiful, an oval diamond in a platinum ring. Jeez - it's big... Big, but oh-so-simple and stunning in its sim-plicity.

"Oh, Christian," I sob, suddenly overwhelmed with joy, and I join him on my knees, my fingers fisting in his hair as I kiss him, kiss him with all my heart and soul. Kiss this beautiful man, who loves me as I love him; and as he wraps his arms around me, his hands moving to my hair, his mouth on mine. I know deep down I will always be his, and he will always be mine. We've come so far together, we have so far to go, but we are made for each other. We are meant to be.

The cigarette end glows brightly in the darkness as he takes a deep pull. He blows the smoke out in a long exhale, finis.h.i.+ng with two smoke rings that dissolve in front of him, pale and ghostly in the moonlight. He s.h.i.+fts in his seat, bored, and takes a quick shot of cheap bourbon from a bottle wrapped in shabby brown paper before resting it back between his thighs.

He can't believe he's still on the trail. His mouth twists in a sardonic sneer. The helicopter had been a rash and bold move. One of the most exhilarating things he'd ever done in his life. But to no avail. He rolls his eyes ironically. Who would have thought the son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h could actually fly the f**ker?

He snorts.

They have underestimated him. If Grey thought for one minute he'd go whimpering quietly into the dusk, that p.r.i.c.k didn't know jack s.h.i.+t.

It had been the same all his life. People constantly underestimating him - just a man who reads books. f.u.c.k that! A man with a photographic memory who reads books. Oh, the things he's learned, the things he knows. He snorts again -  Yeah, about you, Grey. The things I know about you.

Not bad for a kid from the gutter end of Detroit.

Not bad for the kid who won a scholars.h.i.+p to Princeton.

Not bad for the kid who worked his a.s.s off through college and got into publis.h.i.+ng.

And now all of that's f**ked, f**ked because of Grey and his little b.i.t.c.h. He scowls at the house as if it represents everything he despises. But there's nothing doing. The only drama had been the stacked, blond broad in black, teetering down the driveway in tears before she climbed into the white CLK and f**ked off.

He chuckles mirthlessly, then winces. f.u.c.k, his ribs. Still sore from the swift kicking Grey's henchman delivered.

He replays the scene in his mind. "You f**king touch Miss Steele again, I'll f**king kill you."

That motherf.u.c.ker will get it good, too. Yeah - get what's coming to him.

He settles back in his seat. Looks like it's going to be a long night. He'll stay, watch, and wait. He takes another toke of his Marlboro red. His chance will come. His chance will come soon.

End of Part Two...