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When literature student Anastasia Steele goes to interview young entrepreneur Christian Grey, she encounters a man who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionately physical affair, Ana discovers Christian Grey’s secrets and. Fifty Shades Darker (Fifty Shades #2) Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Christian Grey, Anastasia . Read Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades 1) by E.L. James, Read E.L. James Novels, Read Fifty Shades Series Novels, Best Billionaire Romance Novels, Free .


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Slowly I banged my head against the wood in measured thuds, producing a satisfying knock that underlined the pounding in my confused, sorry-ass of a brain. That was how our day, that held so much promise, ended. Christian and I — mad at each other again and me — conjuring up orgasms in my sleep, born from unrequited sexual tension.

I wished that I could kick the crap out of something. Okay, enough with the wallowing! I castigate myself and swing out of bed only to realise how early it is, far too early to be up.

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I amble to the kitchen, hoping that a cup of tea will make the prospect of my day look less bleak. The apartment is quiet, empty with Chris asleep and I contemplate getting some work done, I still need to go through my contract. It dawns on me that Christian never committed to helping me and my low spirits take a further dive.

Why should he? I jab at the on button of my laptop and reach for the fat sheath of papers that make up the details of my future relationship with the BTB publishing company. I was so excited about this deal but in my current frame of mind it all just seems like a big chore. I have an e-mail from Christian! Cautiously I open it, mindful that it may sting.

I enjoyed spending time with Chris and I sincerely hope that we can come to a mutual agreement regarding visiting rights. He barely knows me but I very much want to rectify that. I will gladly help you with the negotiations surrounding your contract. Please forward the relevant documents to me and we can discuss it, maybe via Skype. However, I would still prefer Grey Publishing to take you on, that way I know we can ensure that you and your work get the best possible service.

Please also forward me your manuscript for my perusal. Oh boy! Christian — the king of mixed messages! He loses all reason around me, is that good or bad I ponder.

Facing Christian in court over a custody battle, I would rather eat glass! The cold hand of fear grips my heart and freezes my blood. I drag my mind away from that horrific thought. He would still be in the air; on his way home. This e-mail was sent shortly after he left me last night. At least it gives me a bit of time to think about my reply. List time I think; whenever I have a really big decision to make I make a list. It helps me see a clear path forward. I look at the facts as they stand at this point in time and I make a resolution not to overthink things.

Christian is attracted to me. He likes Chris and wants to spend more time with him which also means time with me. He thinks there is someone hanging around in my romantic background and it makes him jealous. Seeing it written down like that it becomes abundantly clear that, apart from the last point, we have everything going for an eventual reconciliation. The trust problem, I must admit, is a big one.

Christian values that more than most things. I remember when I first started seeing Christian, in the very early days when we were still discussing contracts and limits. I was so drawn to him and flattered by his interest. He kept pushing me to open up so that he could get to know me and build my trust in him. Even after I left the first time, he went out of his way to re-establish the trust between us; he found a new way for us to be together.

I have to do what he did in a way that he relates too. When I took punishment off the menu he simply reinvented the rules that governed our relationship. I need to draw up a contract, like what he wanted me to sign but this time, it will be about what he can expect from me, what I will do to gain and keep his trust. Something that shows my commitment to our relationship, a promise that he can keep me to. I feel a calmness and direction settle over me, this is a solid idea and I love the intimate reference it will make to our past, our shared history.

A damn fine idea indeed. Be kind and review, please. Just remember a grade school experiment.

Do you remember the disc with all the colors of the rainbow? When rotated, the eyes do not have time to perceive colors separately, so they combine the colors. If the speed is high, the colors mix and the eyes see white.

Glazebrook, book published by Cambridge University Press in And television, at its beginning, lacked all the colors. You had to imagine what color the various things were.

But vague. The really interesting part was in the digital area. Once in another life , I worked several years on a monochrome monitor. It could only show white, black, and 14 shades of grey. In fact, 12 of these shades represented colors — vivid, clear. And I had to use them. Customers with expensive monitors saw them, I did not. After a while, I learned what color represents each shade of grey.

I named them instantly. And then something magical happened: I began to see the colors on the same wretched monitor. To be honest, they were very unsaturated , but I saw them.

On the other hand, studies show that the generations whose childhood lived in the period of black and white television, dreamed likewise. Shadows on wood Photo: Christopher A.

It is also called in other ways: intrinsic light, dark light, brain grey, etc. Shades are changed even slightly to one color or another. Usually you do not even notice, but a thorough analysis reveals the exact chromatic. It is used together with a light meter as a way to get a good balance of an image. It goes with any blue, but also with dull shades of other colors, especially those from red. If it is not completely neutral, it goes well with shades of the same color.

Otherwise, something does not seem right.

But when it comes to a subtle touch, it can be of great effect in many situations. It does a good job when it does not jump into plain sight. When the sky burst into flames Photo: media.

On the contrary, it has formed a special world. Without color, but with surprisingly much emotion. Grey has all the skills of colors. More shades of grey can have a great effect. Can you name a color with more artistic personality?!

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This makes shadows seem like the opposite of light. A bit like darkness. Only, the shade is not darkness. That is why shadows have different shades of grey. A cup with love Photo: Jonathan Rubio H. There is no flag who has in its composition a considerable proportion of grey. Gathering up my satchel, I abandon my glass of water and make my way to the partially open door.

I push open the door and stumble through, tripping over my own feet, and falling head first into the office.

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Double crap — me and my two left feet! I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mr. I am so embarrassed, damn my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to glance up. Are you all right? Would you like to sit? It takes a moment for me to find my voice. In a daze, I place my hand in his and we shake. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me.

I withdraw my hand hastily, embarrassed. Must be static. I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart rate. He looks mildly interested, but above all, polite. His office is way too big for just one man.

It matches the coffee table by the couch. Everything else is white — ceiling, floors, and walls except, on the wall by the door, where a mosaic of small paintings hang, thirty-six of them arranged in a square. They are exquisite — a series of mundane, forgotten objects painted in such precise detail they look like photographs.

Displayed together, they are breathtaking. He cocks his head to one side and regards me intently. Apart from the paintings, the rest of the office is cold, clean, and clinical. I wonder if it reflects the personality of the Adonis who sinks gracefully into one of the white leather chairs opposite me. Next, I set up the mini-disc recorder and am all fingers and thumbs, dropping it twice on the coffee table in front of me.

Grey says nothing, waiting patiently — I hope — as I become increasingly embarrassed and flustered. I hope. I blink at him, unsure what to say, and I think he takes pity on me because he relents. I frown, dragging my wayward attention back to the task at hand. My cheeks heat at the realization, and I sit up and square my shoulders in an attempt to look taller and more intimidating. Pressing the start button on the recorder, I try to look professional. To what do you owe your success?

His smile is rueful, but he looks vaguely disappointed. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them well. I work hard, very hard to do that. I make decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spot and nurture a good solid idea and good people.

His eyes flare momentarily in surprise. The harder I work the more luck I seem to have. It really is all about having the right people on your team and directing their energies accordingly. I look at him, and he holds my gaze steadily, impassive.

My heartbeat quickens, and my face flushes again. Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His overwhelming good-looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me?

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The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? That gives me a certain sense of responsibility — power, if you will. If I were to decide I was no longer interested in the telecommunications business and sell up, twenty thousand people would struggle to make their mortgage payments after a month or so.

I am staggered by his lack of humility. I flush.

Of course, I would know this if I had done some research. I change tack. His eyes are alight with some wicked thought. I stop breathing. He really is beautiful. No one should be this good-looking. Why, specifically? Why does he make me so uncomfortable? I like to know how things work: And I have a love of ships.

What can I say? I go a long way to protect my privacy. She badgered and badgered my PR people, and I admire that kind of tenacity. Why are you interested in this area? Is it something you feel passionately about? I glance at the next question, confused by his attitude. If so, what is it? I like control — of myself and those around me. I swallow hard. I just want this interview to be over.

Surely Kate has enough material now? I glance at the next question. His brow furrows. I flush, again. I move on quickly. I try again. I have a brother and a sister and two loving parents. Damn Kate and her curiosity! He does not look pleased. My heartbeat has accelerated, and my cheeks are heating up again. Nervously, I tuck my loosened hair behind my ear. He cocks his head to one side. Oh no.

Kate — Miss Kavanagh — she compiled the questions. I have nothing to do with the student paper. My face is aflame. Grey, forgive me for interrupting, but your next meeting is in two minutes. Please cancel my next meeting. He turns his head slowly to face her and raises his eyebrows.

She flushes bright pink.I stand rather shakily trying to suppress my nerves. James gently suggests that she makes sure the piano is tuned. Damn her extra-curricular activities.

Not long ago, a fan approached her in public, which she took as a bad sign. Fifty Shades Freed. Facing Christian in court over a custody battle, I would rather eat glass!

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