Chapter One: The argument

He's late, again.

The last time I checked this is supposedly Christian 'last time' being late, but I don't believe a word he says anymore. I had to tuck our kids in bed for the eighth time. They whined, cried and asked if daddy could tuck them in when he gets home; that's not going to happen anytime soon, because he might as well not come home. I walk into the bedroom with a full bottle of vodka and an empty cup that seems to define how empty I feel. Moment after moment passes and I swallow all my worries down with each cup of fresh vodka as it soothes a place where Christain used to be. My heart.

The clicks and clatters of the front door opening is a definet a sign that Christian is here, late as usual and probably about to give me an apology of a life time and boy, was I right. Emerging into the bedroom, he spots an empty vodka bottle on the floor and looks up to meet my eyes. "Ana.." he says with a voice of sorrow that even in my drunken state it didn't mean shit. I'm angry, tired and exhausted of Christian's worthless apologies that I'm drunk with anger and seething with hurt. I take off my wedding ring in a swift move and throw it far away from me only to hear the tap of an expensive wedding ring collide on the bedroom wall. And once Christian opened his mouth to protest; I splash my last cup of vodka in his face and stand up from the bed, walking toward him.

"Just shut the fuck up, Christian!" I start off with anger booming in my voice. "Why can't you just come home, huh? Come home and spend time with our children. Is work so important that you can't let go for even one day?! ANSWER ME YOU, BASTARD. WHY?"

"You want to know why, Anastasia?" He says with his eyes becoming a darker shade of grey. "I'm trying to support this family, our children, you for god's sake, Ana, YOU! I've been loosing deal after deal, contract after contract with other stubborn assed companies that I feel my control slipping. I've been getting back on track for the eight days I haven't been home, because I'm working on it, Ana! Working on spending a day, a week, a month, A FUCKING YEAR WITH OUR FAMILY! CAN YOU NOT SUPPORT ME?!"

I'm completely shocked. Even in this state of mine, I can understand. We both pant ot this anger, looking into each other's eyes and soon we both feel the same sexual tension we've been wanting for weeks. We smile at each other in a tender way. "I love you." We both say in sync and we chuckle, taking each other in a night of full desire for one another.

Waking up in the arms of my husband, I now feel like a stronger, more confident me and then the feeling of warm, soothing kisses trail up my shoulder, and on to my neck that I soon find myself giggling with mirth. He unwraps his arms from around me and sits up on the bed.

"I love that sound, it's music to my ears, Mrs. Grey." He says as he leans over and kisss me with a warm passion and places my wedding ring back on my finger and kissed my hand. "Don't ever do that again, Ana. That nearly broke me..." I felt my hearr break silently as the look of pure hurt blurs over his beautiful face as if a bad memory just accured.

I reach over and softly rub his with my knuckles, feeling his bearded stumble. "I'm sorry, Christian. I just wanted you to spend more time with me and the kids. They miss you so much." I say with a sincere tone as he smiles lightly. " I'm gonna go take a shower, I'll meet you and the kids downstairs for breakfast..." he starts off with a pantie-dropping smile,"You can join me if you want."

I giggle in a soft tone and smile up at the beautiful man infront of me," I think I had enough angry sex from last night, Christian." He chuckles with a smirk and walks off to the bathroom, leaving his expensive denim jeans on the bed side. I run my hand through my crazy 'just fucked' hair and covered myself in the sheets of the bed. Getting up from the bed to grab my marble colored robe, the sudden vibration of Christian's cell phone startles me out of the bed and I reach over to grab the phone out of his pants pocket. Usually I'm not the type of person to look through a persons phone but who would call at five o' four in the morning and for my husband? Surely it wasn't an emergency. Looking at the scrren of his blackberry, I see a one missed call from a woman named "Sara". As soon as I read the missed call, a sudden vibrate of a text message is there on the screen. Opening it with caution, I read the text:

" Christian,

I was just checking if you were going to meet me at the italian Restaurant this morning, like you promised. I can't wait to see you, last night was great and I had lots of fun. Just in case you've forgotten the address it's 44 Forest Drv. I really hope we can have fun like that again today. Unless you have other things to do.

Have a good day ;)

Xoxo Sara. "

THAT BITCH!

Message: How do like this story so far? I hoped you like it and there's more to come. Who do you think Sara is? Is Christian cheating with a sub? Or is he a pure saint? Find out on the next chapter. Oh! And please review, I'm dieing to know what you think.

- Harley