*THIS IS A CHEAT FIC*

Apov

I'm jogging along a path with Sawyer hot on my heels. I'm almost never alone, not since before Christian, but I needed time to think and running seems to help me do that.

I knew Christian was controlling, he is a dominant for goodness sake, I just didn't know that need for control was so overpowering. He tells me that I'm everything he needs, but I've always feared I wouldn't be enough for him. Surely he would rather have the perfect little submissive at his feet, one that would obey him, never to cross some arbitrary line.

I mean, it's been two years and I still get emotional when I recall what he said to me after I told him I was pregnant.

"This is why. This is why I like control," He growled at me so angrily and loud, "So shit like this doesn't come along and fuck everything up!"

I know he was terrified to be a father, but it still hurt to hear him say that, and for him to accuse me of getting pregnant on purpose. It felt like a dagger to my heart, especially when he walked out.

It's gotten worse since we had Teddy, and we even had to move back to Escala because a single male neighbor moved in next door to us. He may have lived next door, but that was still quite the distance from us. It's crazy that Christian was so jealous of this neighbor, whom I've never even met, that he relocated his family when the guy refused to sell Christian his home. I don't see how Escala is any better, it's an apartment building, but Christian's excuse was it's closer to Grey House.

I've already agreed to give up my dream job of being an editor after I had Teddy. I worked during my pregnancy and from home as I got further along, but once Teddy was born, Christian didn't want me to return. He said he made enough to take care of his family, he wanted to take care of us, and people would disapprove of me working.

What happened to the day when he would say, "I don't give a fuck what people think", or, "I like to keep my personal life private". I didn't understand why me returning to work, even part-time, would be a problem, but it was so I agreed to stop working. I suspect it was because there was a new editor that would flirt with me, but the old man was married and harmless.

Now I edit fanfiction as my hobby.

It sounds like I'm complaining about my life, and in a way I guess I am, but he's really been getting on my nerves lately with this controlling crap. It's fun and sexy in the Playroom, but I'm not his submissive, I'm his wife. It's like our marriage has no communication at all, just him dictating me.

Maybe it's because we married so soon after meeting, not even enough time to get to know each other but we were in love, still are, and Christian said we can get to know each other while we're married.

Two years later, and we're still-

"Mrs. Grey."

I only have one earbud in, per Christian's orders, so I can hear if there is a threat or if Sawyer needs to gain my attention, so I pull it out when I hear him call my name.

I'm still panting as I slow to a stop and turn to face him.

I'm slightly jealous that the jog hasn't effected him as it has me.

He's holding my phone, I have him hold it while I run because he has pockets.

"It's Mr. Grey, ma'am." He tells me.

I reach for the phone as I try to calm my breathing and answer.

"Hi, Christian." I pant. "What's up?"

"Where are you?" His sexy voice bellows through the phone. It's his sexy CEO/Dom tone, and as much as I love hearing it, I'm confused as to why he is now. "I came home for lunch and you're not here."

"I'm at the park," I answer him even though I'm sure Sawyer already informed him of this. "I'm just running laps, is all."

"You should be home, you know that."

"Why?"

"Anastasia, our son is here, this is where you need to be, not at some park playing around."

It feels as if he is treating me like a child, again. I hate when he makes me feel this way.

"Christian, Teddy is napping and Gail is there-" I try to explain, but he interrupts me.

"Mrs. Taylor is not his mother, Anastasia, you are."

"I know that, but-"

"Come home," He orders, interrupting me again. "Now."

"Chri-" I begin only to be stopped because he hung up.

I huff as I hand Sawyer back my phone.

I know I don't have to tell him we're going home, he was probably given orders before he even gave me the phone.

Instead of saying anything, I jog towards the SUV. I like to have a faster way of getting home if anything were to happen so we always bring it.

Sawyer opens my door and I climb in.

As he drives, I realize I forgot my water bottle at home and I'm really thirsty.

"Sawyer," I call his attention. "Could you stop at a café or coffee shop, anywhere really, I need to grab a water."

I realize I could get my water once we're home, but I'm thirsty now and I could get Christian a coffee. Hopefully, it will lighten his mood a bit.

"Yes, ma'am."

It doesn't take him long to pull over in front of a small café.

"I'll be right back." I tell him as soon as he parks and then get out before he can do or say anything.

As I wait in line, I brush my crazy hair back into the ponytail it's in using the sweat from my workout to hopefully keep my locks in place. I could only imagine the paparazzi getting a photo of me looking like this.

Once it's my turn, I place my order.

"I'd like a bottle of water, please, and a large black coffee." They have treats in a display case and it gives me an idea. "May I also have a chocolate chip and M&M cookie, and that small slice of chocolate cake?"

The cookie is for my Teddy bear and the chocolate cake is for my man.

They tell me my total and I reach for- Crap! I left my bag in the SUV and I can't ask Sawyer since I left him out there as well.

I'm about to tell the cashier that I'll be right back so I can get my cash, but a masculine voice and a hand with a credit card stops me.

"I've got it."

I turn to stop them, but the cashier has already rung it up.

"Thank-you." I tell the man. "I can pay you back, I left my bag in my car if-"

"Nonsense." He interrupts me. "Allow me to treat you. It's the least I can do."

"It will be just a moment for your coffee, ma'am." The barista tells me.

"Least you can do?" I ask him as we step aside to wait for my order and so others can place theirs.

"For a damsel in distress." He clarifies with a joke.

I giggle as I push back another stray hair.

"If you really want to pay me back, join me."

My eyes snap up to meet his, a delicious looking Carmel color, almost a honey brown.

"I can't." I decline his offer.

"Oh, come on, why not?"

"I'm married." I hold up my left hand to show my beautiful ring that Christian got for me. I swear that was the most romantic proposal in history.

"You have my heart..." He told me. "And here are the flowers." I finished for him.

"Damn." The man pouts. "The beautiful ones usually are."

I curse my blush as he calls me beautiful.

"You look familiar." He tells me. "Have we met? We haven't, right? I'm sure I would've remembered."

"No, we haven't met," Though he might of seen me on the cover or inside magazines, pictured with my husband and our son.

My order is up so I tell him thank you one last time as I grab my items and walk outside.

Sawyer is not in the SUV, he's standing on the sidewalk waiting for me. I know he was watching me, and from his view point I'm sure he saw the harmless interaction with- darn, I didn't get his name.

Without explaining myself to Sawyer, I climb inside the SUV. I just hope he doesn't report this to Christian, he will overreact and say the guy was trying to get into my panties, and then he may forbid me from going to coffee shops. I'll be a prisoner with no escape.

~..~

I've already chugged half of my water by the time we arrive back at the apartment. My workout may have been cut in half, but I'm still exhausted.

I know Christian is in his office so I juggle my water, his coffee, and the bag with my two favorite men's treats inside, as I make my way there.

"Enter!" He barks after I knock.

When I open the door, there he is, my sexy husband. He doesn't look too pleased, and a little stressed. Work's probably exhausted him again. I wish he would cut back his hours, it's not like we need the money and he did make me quit completely, but I don't want to take that away from him.

"I brought you a coffee, dear." I tell him as I set it down along with the treat bag.

Without warning he grabs me, pulls my hips towards him, forcing me to straddle his lap. I'm still holding the bottle of water so I try my best to wrap my arms around his neck as best as I can with it in my hands.

I bite my lip thinking he wants to fool around before Teddy wakes, but when I look at him his grey eyes are blazing, and not with passion.

Shit! Did Sawyer tell him about the guy from the coffee shop?

I swallow hard and wait for him to snap.

"Why did you leave the apartment, Anastasia?"

"B-because I wanted to go for a run." I don't tell him I needed to think, he'll only ask what I needed to think about and I don't want him thinking I'm running. Huh, I used a pun. At least this is about me leaving the apartment and not about the guy at the coffee shop.

"There's a fully equipped gym for you to use here," He reminds me. "And you left Teddy alone."

"I didn't leave him alone, Christian, Gail was here to look after him."

"Mrs. Taylor is not his mother, she is not his nanny, we don't have a nanny, that's why you stay home with him."

"Christian, he was sleeping." I argue, "Still is."

Before he can say more, I kiss him. I don't want to fight about this. He's stiff but doesn't pull away. I continue to give him a million tiny chaste kisses until he relaxes. I drop my water bottle and thrust my hands into his hair so I can deepen our kiss.

Finally, he moans and allows access for my tongue to meet his.

When we pull away we're both breathless. His beautiful grey eyes no longer show the anger he felt moments ago, they are now bright grey, full of lust.

"I have to shower." I tell him. And yes, it is an invitation.

I stand and as I do, he smacks my ass.

My moan slips out before I can stop it. Gosh, I love when he does that. I giggle as he groans and then I take off running towards our bedroom with him hot on my trail.

"Do you always wear that when you workout?" He asks as we walk into the bathroom together.

"Yes, why?"

"It's a bit revealing, don't you think?"

I frown as I look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing my cropped skin-tight yoga pants, sports bra, and tank top.

"No," Nothing inappropriate is showing.

"I don't think you should wear that anymore."

"And what do you expect me to wear when I workout? A ball gown with matching stilettos?"

"That smart mouth is turning me on, Mrs. Grey." He smirks.

I am such a lucky girl to be with this incredibly handsome, caring, lovable, just oh so sexy man. I can't believe he wants me, me of all people.

"Sweats." His voice brings me from my thoughts.

"What?"

"I want you to wear sweats."

"Christian, please." I can't help it, my eyes have already done the deed.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" I squirm and bite my lip when I see his hand twitch.

"Yes," My husky voice confirms. "But it's only because you are being ridiculous. I'll get too hot and it's not like anyone's looking."

"They're looking, Anastasia," He says. "Trust me."

"I do."

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