Christian's POV:

I can't stop the thoughts from occurring in my head. It's driving me fucking mental.

My Ana. She's mine. No one else's.

So why the fuck is she out with that fucker?

I can't even remember his name… all I remember is the look in his eyes, the one I have so many times in mine when I look at Ana; desire.

Not that I blame him; she's beautiful, sexy, smart and has legs to die for when she wears her heels.

That gentle touch that he placed on her arm as she approached him. I could have growled. In fact, I think I might have but no one heard or didn't realise. Just as well. I know my girl would be pissed if she found out how jealous I am right now.

I just can't help it though; she's fucking mine. She needs to fucking know it. Understand it. Embrace it. Appreciate it.

I make the unconscious decision to stalk her. I know this will end in an argument but I need to put my fucking mind to rest. It's not like I'm getting any work done and I can't fucking focus. All I can focus on is the puny shit's look of pure desire, him touching her arm. I know it's a business meeting; I know it's completely friendly; I know she works with guys, she has too; but nothing stops me from being a jealous prick. I can rationalise all I like but I can never, ever put my mind at rest.

I walk to the bar just down the street where Ana has gone for her 'business meeting' and tell Taylor to stay at Escala, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing me being so insecure; he witnesses enough of my shit.

I spot them immediately, sitting near the window a little too close together for my likening. I go to the bar opposite to watch them, finding a window seat that is both secluded and has the perfect spot to see his interactions.

Jeez, he even looks like a fucking douche; early 20's, sandy blonde hair, average height for a guy and barely any muscle. Surely Ana won't fall for his charm, he's a fucking girl.

I order a scotch and just wait.

Staring.

Thinking.

Looking.

5 minutes has gone past and so far all he's done is laugh… and laugh… and touch her fucking arm. I can see him gradually moving in closer but my baby is too naïve to notice.

Another 5 minutes has gone past. I was right, he is moving slowly closer, daring the personal space boundaries even more than before. It's like slow motion, every whisper touch, every twinkle in his eye, every smile his face fucking breaks into, every centimetre he is moving closer whilst I sit here like a fucking moron and watch it all unravel. I don't know whether Ana is oblivious or just doesn't care, but I am becoming sick to my fucking stomach watching this unravel. It's killing me. But I must endure this, watch how my baby reacts. I need to know if my insecurities are justified.

I do honestly trust her.

Honestly.

Well, mostly. But she is a red blooded female with an insatiable desire that sometimes even I can't manage – I do have an empire to run. Unfortunately Ana and I haven't had sex in 2 weeks now; it's not for lack of trying, but I have been swamped with work and I was planning on surprising her in two days; delayed gratification and The Grace all to ourselves for four days.

If only she would fucking wait.

It's been another 10 minutes and finally he has bucked up and made a move. He gently touches her chest, just below her delectable breast as she briefly touches his thigh, his eyes turning a smouldering black as he heats up with desire. Looking at him you would have thought he hasn't been laid in months. The simplest touch lighting him up, the fucking puss.

I can't decide whether to wait it out or to make a move and to break up their little 'tryst', remind my baby that she has a man at home who is devoted and loving to her. Maybe I'll see how it plays out…

I wait another couple of minutes, my vision turning into slow motion as he leans in to place a kiss on her cheek, Ana blushing a deep shade of pink as my mind bypasses pink and goes straight for pure, undiluted red. Red. Everywhere. Everything. My breathing increasing, muscles clenching and knuckles going white due to my vice like grip on the arm rests.

I do not know how, but I sit there in this tense moment, my body in shock as I process what is painfully unfolding in front of me. Ana leans in, her hand on his thigh as she says something in his ear.

His face drops. His hand moving away from her chest. He leans back, going into his own personal space and his eyes gradually turn back to their hazel colour.

Fucking what?! I was sure I would catch her… rationalise these fucking thoughts in my mind. I don't understand.

As I sit here dumbfounded, Ana wraps up the meeting and Sandy gets up to leave, shaking her hand this time to say goodbye. Yeah, jog on motherfucker.

I down the rest of my scotch, see Ana just sitting there people watching, and make my way back to Escala, ready to fucking beat the shit out of Taylor in a work out session. I fucking need it before my baby comes home and I work out my jealous rage.

Ana's POV:

Well… if that wasn't the most awkward, uncomfortable, unprofessional meeting I have ever had. I seriously hate that god awful man but he is my most difficult client and the one that pays the most at the moment; I need to keep him happy. Letting him down gently wasn't easy though.

Throughout the entire meeting he kept getting closer, kept getting braver with his touches. That, I can tolerate but to actually lean in and kiss my cheek! That is a step way too far. I can't even imagine what Christian would do if he were here. Touching his chest to try and make a hint was bad enough; it seems I need to work on actually shoving though to make a bolder, more effective hint.

Now that, that is over, I need to get back and surprise my man.

As I enter Escala I can hear Taylor and Christian working out; perfect. Plan to seduce my man can begin. It has been two weeks too long. I need, want and bloody well desire this man to pieces.

I go to our walk in closet, shedding my clothes along the way and creating a trail leading to my destination. I find the handset to my iPod and press play, knowing exactly which song will come on. As the beat of S&M drifts through the speakers, I get in the mind-set, mind thoroughly in the gutter and travelling through my bones making me feel free and sexy. Submissive.

I pick out black silk stockings, running them up my leg, my hands tingling through my body as I feel myself getting warmer, blushes spreading over my chest and face. I put my red lave panties and matching bra on, not forgetting the red fuck-me heels and make sure my hair is dangling over my shoulders, a just fucked look completing the style. I walk over to our bed, put one leg over the other, hands behind my back supporting my weight, jutting my tits out; and wait.

I have the patience of the saint after Christian's 'tantrums'.

Christian's POV:

I finish with Taylor, not even thinking about whether or not Ana is back. I just need a shower and to calm the fuck down. I'm pumping with adrenaline right now, sweat dripping down my body and I am just desperate for a shower.

I make my way to our bedroom and pause just inside the doorway. There are clothes. Female clothes. Ana's clothes. And music. S&M? Really Ana? I shake my head at her odd choice and walk inside thinking she must be in the shower. Hopefully washing away that fuckers hands on her body.

I stop.

Dead.

What the fuck?

I think my jaw actually drops a little. My cock twitching, growing within my pants.

On my bed is the most - sexiest person ever.

My wife.