My watch says 5:43. She’ll be out in a moment. I take a deep breath and tug at my cuffs, then try to Taylor sits in the driver’s seat, staring straight ahead, wordless, looking his usual composed self, Shit, are we doing this here, now? I want to do this in private. She clears her throat and draws herself up to full height.

I’m fully aware of that, Mr. Grey,” she responds tartly, and I suppress a smirk imagining what she’s referring to. This is what I’ve missed: her impertinence, disarming me at every turn. Joe, the manager of the helipad, is waiting to greet us. He’s an antique: a veteran of the Korean War, but still as spry and acute as a man in his fifties. Nothing escapes his notice. His eyes light up as he gives me a craggy smile.Appearances can be deceptive. I’m not fine. I feel like the sun has set and not risen for five days, Ana. I’m in perpetual night here.” I didn't want [Dakota or Jamie] to have to come re-shoot those kinds of scenes," the director told Vanity Fair. it feels. My optimism has driven me through my meetings with enthusiasm. Ten hours until I see her. She was a producer on each of the three Fifty Shades movies, which made more than a billion dollars at the box office. The third installment, Fifty Shades Freed, won the People’s Choice Award for Drama in 2018.

I loved to finally see what happened with Leila in the bathroom. After the lemon martini with his mom. With Elana in the little bits from the past. So many great moments we now know from his POV. But I also missed so much. I wanted SO much more Dr. Flynn. Where was he???

Taylor-Johnson didn't return to the franchise, at least in part due to her problems working with James—who exercised as much creative control as she could, even bringing in her husband, Niall Leonard, to write the script for the sequels, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed. Hell. She knows me. She has seen the monster. I’m not going there, or I will blow this deal. I ignore her first comment and concentrate on her second point. “But it’s not arbitrary—the rules are written down.” Well, it’s good to set the right tone for an intimate and honest discussion about the future, wouldn’t you say?” She gives me a saccharine smile.

Helipad—on the top of this building.” How did she think we were getting to Portland? It would take at least three hours to drive. Taylor opens her door and I climb out on my side. We’ve chased the dawn, Anastasia. Now the dusk.” I smile, and I’m rewarded with a shy smile that illuminates her face. Hope stirs in my chest. I have her here when I thought all was lost and she seems happier now than when she walked out of her office. I might just be the free ride, but I’m going to try and enjoy every damn minute of this flight with her.

I have an idea. Opening the rear door, I usher her in, and walk around to the driver’s side. Taylor gets out to open the door for me. But Christian knows a relationship with Ana will not be easy, and that being together will pose challenges that neither of them would anticipate. Just when it seems that their strength together will eclipse any obstacle, misfortune, malice, and fate conspire to turn Ana and Christian's deepest fears into reality. She’s flustered but seems to recover when she spies Anastasia. “Oh, it’s you, Ana. We’ll want your take on all this, too.” She hands her a brochure and points us toward the makeshift bar. Ana’s brow furrows, and that little v that I love forms above her nose. I want to kiss it, like I’ve done before. holds my attention. Her face is pale, almost translucent. There are dark circles beneath her eyes, and I wanted more from the past - Elena, little Christian, maybe a bit from school or something like that.

I kiss her hair and rest my chin on her head. When I glance out of the window I notice that we’ve reached Seattle. Taylor’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. Para los detractores de la saga de 50 sombras, tengo que aclarar algunas cosas. Yo acepto y reconozco que en su día, me leí los tres libros de la trilogía del tirón. Que fue un hito en mi camino lector, pues nunca antes había leído nada parecido, y que esto marcó un rumbo en mis siguientes lecturas. Ahora que lo veo desde la distancia, no sé si fue para bien o para mal, pues últimamente no paro de herrar en mis elecciones; pero he de aclarar que por el camino, he encontrado verdaderas maravillas. Y por suerte, o desgracia, 50 sombras "tiene que ver" en ello. Ana and I haven’t taken our eyes off each other. Each trying to discern what the other is thinking. She’s the first to look away, and she takes a sip of wine, closing her eyes as if seeking inspiration. When she opens them, I see her despair. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. And now that I’m sitting here, alone and waiting, the determination and confidence I’ve enjoyed allShe hasn’t been eating. She’s lost, what, five or six pounds in the last few days? She glances at some random guy behind her and he gives her a broad smile. He’s a good-looking son of a bitch, full of himself . Asshole. Their carefree exchange only fuels my rage. He watches her with blatant male appreciation as she walks toward the car, and my wrath increases with each of her steps. The big question is...Am I glad that I read it?! I have to say that I am...mainly because I did forget a lot of the little details...on the whole though, my rating ended up being less from when I originally read Fifty Shades. I think it is because after Fifty Shades has been out for awhile, there have been a lot of amazing books that have come after these...and I can't in good conscience compare this to some of the others. I found there were a lot of times where I was bored...and the sex scenes were just ok to me. In the past few years, I have read some books that have extremely passionate sex....I just didn't get butterflies this time from Christian and Ana... There will probably be a few people who will be questioning why it took me so long to admit Christian is a jerk. The movie really doesn't portray the "real" Christian if Darker is the "real" Christian. The alternate POV has opened my eyes to a few things and made me question how I could have liked FSOG at all. It was the falseness of his love that pushed me over the edge. He was all *I will do anything for you Ana*. In reality, they were just words. He really didn’t take her feelings into account and hardly considered how he would react if the situation was reversed. She stares at her hands in her lap, so that I’ve no idea what she’s thinking, then trots out some lame excuse about eating a yogurt and a banana. her in the Marble Bar, and the irony is not lost on me. I thought that was the biggest deal I’d ever