I know, I know... I'm doing it again... and this time I promised myself I wouldn't post anything new... but I just couldn't get this out of my mind, so I might as well post it. And yes, you've read the summary right, this is a cheating story. BUT it is not what it looks like ;-) So, even if you hate cheating stories, I would ask all of you to give it a try and read the first chapter, you might end up being surprised :-)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to E. L. James

Christian

What the hell am I doing here? Staring out of the floor to ceiling windows of my study at Escala, I wonder if there were signs I just chose to ignore. I was bored with my life, bored with my lifestyle and she was a breath of fresh air. So full of life and mischievous. My family thought I would never find a girlfriend and maybe even that I was secretly gay. It just seemed to be the right decision to marry her and settle down.

It all happened so fast...too fast. Introducing her to my family, marrying her, moving into our new house and then the birth of our son. She was perfect at first and to this day my family and the world adores Mrs. Christian Grey. Hah, if they'd only knew.

My loving wife... it was nothing, but a lie. Three years into our marriage I resent her. I resent her for playing the perfect little wife when she is anything but. I resent her for having time for anything else but our son. I resent her for trapping me in this charade and most of all I resent myself for not making her sign a prenup. I didn't listen to my parents, I didn't listen to my lawyers... I just wanted this marriage so much, a fresh start, finally something new and exciting in my life.

Little did I know that three short years later my lovely wife had changed completely. Gone was the her shy, sweet personality, replaced by her cold hearted self. When she isn't attending some ladies luncheon or event, she is shopping none stop, spending my money with both hands. If it wasn't for my son I would just stay at Escala, but I will never leave my son. Bad enough that his own mother barely spends any time with him, but I won't ever do the same.

A year ago I told her that I want a divorce, fuck, I thought she would be happy to move on. I was dead wrong. She told me in no uncertain ways that I would never get a divorce... unless of course I was willing to give her half of everything I own and full custody of our son. It was an ugly fight we had that night and I knew I was stuck with her. At that point I would have given her everything she wanted to be free of her, everything except for my son. I wouldn't even take the risk to file for divorce and custody, because if she would manage to get sole custody of our son it would break me.

I never thought I was capable of loving another person with all my heart. But the moment I held my son in my arms right after he was born and looked into his eyes, I knew that there wasn't a single thing I wouldn't do for that little guy. So, I'm stuck in the hell of my so-called marriage.

And now I am here. At Escala, waiting for another woman to arrive. Never in my wildest dream did I picture myself as one of the men who would cheat on their wife. It still doesn't sit right with me, it's against everything I believe in and it is a risk. But I just couldn't stay away from her.

It all started a couple of months ago when she came into my office. So beautiful, a little shy and the way she looked at me, with quiet admiration... I knew I had to have her. When she left and we shook hands it felt unlike anything I had ever felt before. Still, I tried to stay away, tried to concentrate on anything but her... it was no help. I had to know more about her. So, I had Welch run a background check on her. It came back with pretty basic information, nothing out of the ordinary except for two things. One there is a gap of six months in her life where Welch could find no information at all. It's like she just disappeared and popped up again six months later to continue her life like nothing happened.

But what really took me by surprise was that she is a submissive. Not a very seasoned one, only two previous Doms, but I knew I could have her. She was without a Dom for nearly five months now and is looking for a new one. I discretely got into contact with some of the people I know I can trust in the community and found out that the reason she didn't have a new Dom is that her hard limits are a deal breaker for most Doms.

When I finally managed to find out all of her hard limits I wasn't too shocked. Basically my own hard limits cover all of hers except for fisting caning and whipping with a belt. I can see why many Doms wouldn't be interested in her with those hard limits. But still, I want her, I haven't practiced the lifestyle in three years and I didn't even miss it. So, if I can't cane or whip her to harshly, I don't mind. What I really want is to fuck her hard, have her kneeling in front of me, spank that perfect ass of hers and fuck her mouth.

I feel my cock stir in my pants and adjust myself. Yes, I can't wait to get her into my playroom. And today is the day. The moment she has signed the contract I will lead her to my playroom and lose myself in her. She has consumed my thoughts since I have first laid eyes on her. And today I will have her.

? POV

I have never done anything like this. Usually, I am asked to meet a new Dom at one of the clubs around town. It's safe and that is one of the reasons why I am so nervous. I don't even know his name, for crying out loud!

But, I haven't had a Dom in five months and I miss it. Miss the safety it gives me and of course the sex. For someone like me, with all of my issues, BDSM was just what I needed. Though, to be honest, I know that I am not what most Doms dream of. I don't care for the harsher aspects of the lifestyle. It's too close to...No don't even go there!

"Please follow me, Ma'am we are here."

I look up at Mr. Taylor and step out of the black Audi SUV. We are in a garage and he leads me to the elevator, presses the call button and steps in with me once it has arrived. I watch him type in a code and the elevator starts to move. I would love nothing more than to ask him who is boss is, but I know he want give me a name.

I was told that my potential new Dom is a very private man and that I have to meet him in his home. I've already signed the NDA Mr. Taylor showed me when he picked me up at the club, so now I am rather nervous. I trust Mike, the owner of the club, he would never allow any harm to come to me, but still, I'm always afraid of the unknown.

Stepping out of the elevator I find myself in a vestibule and admire the paintings on the wall. Who ever lives here has a good taste when it comes to art.

"Please, wait here, Ma'am" Mr. Taylor says and leaves the vestibule, to let his boss know that I am here, or at least I assume that is what he does.

When he returns he gives me a brief smile, but it is enough to calm my nerves at least a little bit.

"Just walk through the double doors and then it is the first door to the right" he tells me.

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor."

"It's just Taylor, Ma'am" he answers and I give him a small smile. Outside the door of the room I take a deep breath and knock.

"Come in!" A man commands and for some reason his voice sounds oddly familiar. I step into the room and my world stops. It's Christian Grey, oh no!

A couple of months ago I was doing an old friend a favor and had to go to the head quarters of his company, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc., the moment I looked at the gorgeous man in front of me I had to use all my will power in an effort not to show him that he affected me. It doesn't even come as a surprise that he is a Dominant.

This man is the epitome of alpha male, he exudes power, strength and control. Oh my God, I need to leave!

"Please have a seat." I snap out of my thoughts when I hear him say this and before I know what I am doing I am sitting on the small leather couch in his study.

"So, I already know all of your hard limits, as well as your soft limits and I am willing to take you on as my new submissive..." Sure, of course you do! Damn it, for months I've been looking for a new Dom and no one wanted me because of my limits and here I am with the most handsome man on earth and he wants me, but I know I can't become his new submissive. I just can't!

"Please, have a look at the contract, then we can discuss it." he says politely and to put myself up for more regret that I can't have him, I take the contract and read it.

Oh shoot, this contract is everything I have hoped for in my new Dom. The more I read the more tempted, I get. But I can't, I would hate myself... I would be like her. And that would never happen, not after everything I had to endure because of her poor decisions...

I carefully place the contract on the coffee table and stare at my knotted fingers.

"You may look at me." he says and obediently I lift my head and look right into the most beautiful gray eyes I have ever seen in my life. This is not fair!

"Is there anything you would like to discuss?"

"No, Sir"

When he gives me the most amazing smile my heart nearly stops and I know I am blushing. Why oh why, does he have this effect on me?

"Well then, I guess all I need is your bill of health and after that we can both sign the contract. I hope you are up for a scene today." Oh, I am, I am so ready to submit to you, but I can't!

"No, I am sorry, Sir, but I can't sign the contract."

"Explain!" he snaps and I jump in my seat when I hear his sharp voice.

"As you know, Sir. I am well aware of who you are. Which also means that I am aware of the fact that you are married. I don't enter any kinds of sexual relationships with married man, it's a hard limit for me, Mr. Grey" I explain calmly and try not to quiver under his penetrating gray gaze.

"Well, it looks like you are having quite a lot of hard limits, I just wish I had known this one instead of wasting my time with you." he snaps and I can feel tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"I... I am sorry, Sir. I should be leaving now."

He says nothing and just continues to stare at me and for a second, I think he is sad, but what ever emotion I thought I was seeing is gone so fast that I can't be sure it was even there. So, I get up and walk towards they door. I reach for the door handle and stop.

"I just want you to know, if it wasn't for the fact that you are married, I would have felt honored to give you my submission."

Before he even has the chance to answer I leave his study and head towards the elevator. Mercifully, the doors open immediately and I get in. Just as the doors close I see him standing in the vestibule staring at me and I look at him until the doors close. When the elevator begins its decent I slump against the wall and allow myself to let the tears falls that I was so desperately trying to hold back before.

I don't think I have ever met a man that I wanted to be with so badly, but I just can't do it.

I, Anastasia Rose Steele will never be the other woman...

So... did anyone really think that I was going to let Christian cheat on Ana? Let me know what you think of this story. I will update this story once a week :-)