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Jamie Dornan being adorable on the Fifty Shades Darker set // March 01, 2016

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Jamie and Dakota rehearsing a walk & talk scene on the set of Fifty Shades Darker (March 7)

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Jamie Dornan on set of “Fifty Shades Darker” in Vancouver

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Dakota & Max on Fifty Shades Darker set on March 4

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Jamie spotted reshooting a previous scene on March, 07

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March 02: Dakota & Bella Heathcote on Set of Fifty Shades Darker in Vancouver.

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The God Jamie Dornan on the set of Darker on March, 04 

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Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson on the set of ‘Fifty Shades Darker’ 04.03 {x}

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Jamie Dornan & Dakota Johnson films the “rape” scene (03/01)

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 March 02: Dakota on set Fifty Shades Darker film a scene with Bella.(x)  

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Dakota and Jamie being so cute on the set of Fifty Shades Darker on March, 02. 

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Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson on the set of ‘Fifty Shades Darker’ 01.03

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 March 04:

Ana Steele does not want to get into the car. Fifty Shades Darker filmed a scene of Ana (Dakota Johnson) coming out of her Seattle apartment aka Gastown. Christian Grey’s chauffeur Jason Taylor (Max Martini) opens the door for her but she walks away. Something this tells me this is early on in Fifty Shades Darker.Fifty Shades Darker had planned a big overnight shoot tonight but big rainstorms in Vancouver forced a change of plans to a series of smaller scenes at Ana’s apartment. 

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       Fifty Shades Darker » 

“You fucking bitch!” he half screams, half groans at me, but I am already out the door.I run full pelt to my desk, grab my jacket and my purse, and dash to front reception, ignoring the moans and curses emanating from the bastard still prostrate on the kitchen floor. I burst out of the building and stop for a moment as the cool air hits my face, take a deep breath, and compose myself. But I haven’t eaten all day, and as the very unwelcome surge of adrenaline recedes, my legs give out beneath me and I sink to the ground.

I watch with mild detachment the slow motion movie that plays out in front of me: Christian and Taylor in dark suits and white shirts, leaping out of the waiting car and running toward me. Christian sinks to his knees at my side, and on some unconscious level, all I can think is: He’s here. My love is here.

“Ana, Ana! What’s wrong?” He scoops me into his lap, running his hands up and down my arms, checking for any signs of injury. Grabbing my head between his hands, he stares with wide, terrified, gray eyes into mine. I sag against him, suddenly overwhelmed with relief and fatigue. Oh, Christian’s arms. There is no place I’d rather be. “Ana.” He shakes me gently. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” I shake my head as I realize I need to start communicating. “Jack,” I whisper, and I sense rather than see Christian’s swift glance at Taylor, who abruptly disappears into the building. “Fuck!” Christian enfolds me in his arms. “What did that sleazeball do to you?”

And from somewhere just the right side of crazy, a giggle bubbles in my throat. I recall Jack’s utter shock as I grabbed his finger. “It’s what I did to him.” I start giggling and I can’t stop. “Ana!” Christian shakes me again, and my giggling fit ceases. “Did he touch you?” “Only once.” I feel Christian’s muscles bunch and tense as rage sweeps through him, and he stands up swiftly, powerfully—rock steady—with me in his arms. He’s furious. No! “Where is that fucker?” From inside the building we hear muffled shouting. Christian sets me on my feet. “Can you stand?” I nod. “Don’t go in. Don’t, Christian.” Suddenly my fear is back, fear of what Christian will do to Jack. “Get in the car,” he barks at me. “Christian, no.” I grab his arm. “Get in the goddamned car, Ana.” He shakes me off. “No! Please!” I plead with him. “Stay. Don’t leave me on my own.” I deploy my ultimate weapon. Seething, Christian runs his hand through his hair and glares down at me, clearly wracked with indecision. The shouting inside the building escalates, and then stops suddenly. 

• Chapter Sixteen #