Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 26
Takingadeepbreath,Ipickupmycase,andafterplacingthegliderkitandmynoteonhispillow,Iheadforthegreatroom.
Christianisonthephone.He’sdressedinblackjeansandaT-shirt.Hisfeetarebare.
“Hesaidwhat?”heshouts,makingmejump.“Well,hecouldhavetoldusthefuckingtruth.What’shisnumber?Ineedtocallhim…Welch,thisisarealfuckup.”Heglancesupanddoesn’ttakehisdarkandbroodingeyesoffme.“Findher,”hesnapsandpressestheoffswitch.
Iwalkovertothecouchandcollectmybackpack,doingmybesttoignorehim.ItaketheMacoutofitandwalkbacktowardthekitchen,placingitcarefullyonthebreakfastbar,alongwiththeBlackBerryandthecarkey.WhenIturntofacehim,he’sstaringatme,stupefiedwithhorror.
“IneedthemoneythatTaylorgotformyBeetle.”Myvoiceisclearandcalm,devoidofemotion…extraordinary.
“Ana,Idon’twantthosethings,they’reyours,”hesaysindisbelief.“Takethem.”
“No,Christian.Ionlyacceptedthemundersufferance—andIdon’twantthemanymore.”
“Ana,bereasonable,”hescoldsme,evennow.
“Idon’twantanythingthatwillremindmeofyou.IjustneedthemoneythatTaylorgotformycar.”Myvoiceisquitemonotone.
Hegasps.“Areyoureallytryingtowoundme?”
“No.”Ifrown,staringathim.Ofcoursenot…Iloveyou.“I’mnot.I’mtryingtoprotectmyself,”Iwhisper.Becauseyoudon’twantmethewayIwantyou.
“Please,Ana,takethatstuff.”
“Christian,Idon’twanttofight—Ijustneedthemoney.
