The Mister Read online E.L. James

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
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She remembers when she first met him. How charming he’d been. Her father had told her that Anatoli was an international businessman. During that first meeting, he’d seemed so dashing and knowledgeable. He was well traveled, and she’d listened rapt to his stories of Croatia, Italy, and Greece—these faraway places. She’d been shy, but pleased that her father had selected such an erudite man for her.

Little had she known.

After she had met him a few times, she started to see flashes of the man he really was. His irrational anger at the local children who’d surrounded his car out of curious wonder when he came to visit, his temper when arguing with her father about politics, and his sly admiration when her father scolded her mother for spilling some raki. The signs were there, and he’d rebuked Alessia a few times, too, but his true nature had been constrained by social etiquette.

It was at a local dignitary’s wedding, where Alessia was playing the piano, that Anatoli finally revealed his dark side. Two young men, whom she had known at school, lingered when she finished playing. They flirted with her until Anatoli managed to usher her into a side room, away from them and the festivities. Alessia, secretly thrilled, had thought he wanted to steal a kiss, since it was the first time they’d been alone together. But no—Anatoli was furious. He slapped her hard across her face, twice. It was a shock, even though living with her father had prepared her for physical anger.

The second time it happened, she was at the school. A young man came to ask her a couple of questions after her recital. Anatoli chased him away and dragged her into the cloakroom. There he hit her a couple of times and grabbed her hands and pulled back her fingers and threatened to break them if he ever caught her flirting again. She’d begged him to stop, and mercifully he had, but he’d pushed her to the floor and left her sobbing in that room, alone.

That first time, she kept his attack a secret. She excused it. It was a one-off. She had misbehaved. She had encouraged the young men by smiling at them.

The second time Alessia was devastated.

She’d thought that maybe she could break the cycle of violence that beset her mother, but it was her mother who’d found her while she lay curled up, sobbing and trembling, on the floor.

I don’t want you to go through your life with a violent man.

They’d wept together.

And her mother had taken action.

But it was all for naught.

Now here she is—with him.

Anatoli gives her a sideways look. “What is it?”

Alessia averts her eyes, ignoring him, and stares out the window.

“We should stop. I’m hungry, and you’ve not eaten,” he says.

She continues to ignore him, though hunger claws at her stomach, reminding her of her six-day walk to Brentford.

“Alessia!” he barks, making her jump.

She turns to him. “What?”

“I’m talking to you.”

She shrugs. “You’ve kidnapped me. I don’t want to be with you, and you expect conversation?”

“I didn’t know you could be this disagreeable,” Anatoli mutters.

“I’m just getting started.”

Anatoli’s mouth twitches—and to her surprise he seems amused. “I can say this about you, carissima, you are not boring.” He flicks the turn signal, and they pull off the autobahn into a service area. “There’s a café here. Let’s get something to eat.”

* * *

Anatoli places a tray bearing a black coffee, several sachets of sugar, a bottle of water, and a cheese baguette in front of her. “I cannot believe I am serving you,” he utters as he sits. “Eat.”

“Welcome to the twenty-first century,” Alessia retorts, folding her arms in an act of defiance.

His jaw hardens. “I will not tell you again.”

“Oh, do your worst, Anatoli. I’m not eating. You bought it, you eat it,” she snaps, ignoring her growling stomach. His eyes flare in surprise, but he presses his full lips together, and Alessia suspects he’s trying not to smile. He sighs, reaches over, picks up her baguette, and takes a theatrically large bite out of it. With his mouth full, he looks both absurd and ridiculously pleased with himself, so much so that an involuntary snicker escapes from Alessia.

Anatoli smiles—a proper smile that travels all the way to his eyes. They regard her warmly, and he no longer tries to hide his amusement. “Here,” he says, and he hands her the remaining part of the baguette. Her stomach chooses this moment to rumble, and when he hears it, his smile broadens. She eyes the baguette and him and sighs. She’s so hungry. Against her better judgment, she takes it from him and begins to eat.

“That’s better,” he says, and starts on his own meal.

“Where are we?” Alessia asks after a few bites.

“We’ve just passed Frankfurt.”

“When will we reach Albania?”


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