A/N: You asked for it, you got it. The Green Eyed Monster-Rewind.

Here's the story again in Christians POV. A Rewind of the last chapter…

Hope you enjoy.

I'm so glad to provide a "safe zone" for you. Writing only happy stuff can be a challenge to keep interesting. I hope I accomplished that for you. As I've said in the past, this is a cheat free zone...a place to escape from the angst and drama...no matter how good some of the stories are (and some of them are really fantastic)... I need to come back here and remind myself the way we know our favorite couple will end. Still in love and devoted to each other.

I do not own the characters. They belong to EL James. This is just for fun.

~o0o~

It's nice to unwind after a long day at the office. I can't complain, it was a pretty good day. No major fires to put out today. Ana has just placed her feet on my lap. Ok, Mrs. Grey, I can take a hint. I start massaging her feet. She does have sexy feet... I'd like to work my way up her leg and keep moving up. Hmm... where did Phoebe go? She's probably home someplace, I better wait on playtime until later.

Ana squirms a bit. "Did I mention I heard from Jose today?"

That fucker again? I thought when he moved to New York, We'd finally be rid of him. I raise an eyebrow.

"Did you now? No, I don't believe you mentioned that tidbit of information."

"Oh. Well, he has a layover at SEA-TAC tomorrow and asked to meet me for lunch."

I bet the fucker paid a travel agent extra just to find a long layover in Seattle. Ana's always busy with fragile authors or some staff shit, I'm betting she can't get away in such short notice.

"Too bad you're so busy at work." I smirk.

"Actually, I only have a morning meeting with a new author and after that my schedule is free so I'm able to meet him. Ahhhh, why don't you join us?"

Yeah, I want to sit across a table, eating with a guy who has been eye-fucking my wife for the past twenty years. I don't like this at all. I'll have to buck it up and go. Fuck! I can't.

"I have people from Hong Kong coming in tomorrow. I can't get away."

Maybe Kate can finally be of some use to me and go with them. She's his friend too. "Is Katherine joining you?"

"No, she's on assignment. She'll be out of town."

Of fucking course she can't make it. Useless as usual.

"You don't think he'll try anything on you?" If that fucker even looks at her the wrong way, I'll rip him in half.

"Seriously, Christian? Did you just ask me that? Seriously? Please tell me you're kidding."

"He has never married. He's always held a torch for you. The boy still wants in your panties, Anastasia." I know it's the truth. As expected, this gets Ana going...

"First of all, the BOY is a forty year old man. And he's not holding a torch for me. He's my friend. Second, he never married because he travels so much, he's never had time to find the right girl. And lastly, we've been married for twenty years. I'm pretty sure Jose has figured out that this just might work out!"

Don't count on that. That fucker has been waiting twenty years for me to screw this up.

I can see she's agitated. Roll your eyes baby…come on, do it... a spanking may just be what you need. It would make me feel better. She must know what I'm thinking because she doesn't. Damn.

I can't forbid her to meet him. I want to... but I can't. So I placate her. "If you say so, Anastasia."

~o0o~

Ana's in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Christ, she's so beautiful—even brushing her teeth. How did I get so lucky? I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I can't resist her. I just want to be close to her. She looks up in the mirror and smiles at my reflection. My heart melts to the floor.

Slowly she turns around to face me. She runs her arms up my chest. Christ, I love her fucking touch. She continues to glide her hands into my hair and pulls me down to her lips. We kiss. Deeply. My cock twitches in response.

I want her. Now. She is mine. Only mine. I lift her up and carry her to our bed.

~o0o~

I hate these afternoon meetings. Just a bunch of suits trying to impress me. I have no time for idle chitchat. Let's just get to the point and be done with this.

John Lee, who runs my Hong Kong office, is droning on and on about who the fuck cares. I'm hardly listening. My mind is miles away.

What are they talking about? Did they hug or did he kiss her hello? Fucker.

I'm being ridiculous. I know my wife. She loves me. She would never intentionally hurt me. She would never leave me. Cut the crap, you're being a fool.

Ros chimes into the conversation going on in the board room. Ros could rip out their balls and spit them out. They'd be smart not to tangle with her. Suddenly all the conversation stop and everyone is looking at me. They must have asked me a question when my mind went off wondering.

Focus, Grey, focus. I snap out of my wandering thoughts and get back to the deal at hand.

I wonder if he tried anything. He probably tried to "accidently" touch her. Wouldn't put it past the fucker. He's probably undressing her with his eyes right now. She's so naïve and trusting, she doesn't even realize this guy has been in love with her all these years. He'd do anything to be with her.

Fuck… focus, focus.

I have to stop this foolishness. I'll just call her office quickly and see how her lunch with the little prick went. The quicker I know she's away from that fucker, the faster I can concentrate on my own business. I excuse myself from the board room for a moment and call her office.

"Grey Publishing. Ana Grey's office."

"Good afternoon, Hannah. Can you put me through to Mrs. Grey please?"

"Good afternoon to you too, Mr. Grey. I'm so sorry, she hasn't returned from her lunch appointment yet."

"Really?"

"Yes, she phoned into the office to say she was running late. She was on her way to Escala. Would you like me to have her contact you when she returns?"

"Yes, thank you."

Escala? What the fuck?

~o0o~

I'm an idiot. An irrational fucking idiot.

I excused myself from my meeting using some lame reason and I'm sitting in the SUV a little to the side of the front doors to Escala. Watching the front doors. Watching who comes in and who comes out.

I know my wife. She loves me. She loves me. She loves me.

She belongs to me. I belong to her. Why is she here? She must be with him. Why would they be here? Why?

There's got to be a logical reason. I'll call her on her cell. No, if I do that, she'll think I don't trust her. I do trust her. I don't trust him. Why are they fucking here?

He must have got her drunk, or slipped something in her drink. He wants to take advantage of her. Take what's mine.

She would never bring another man here. This is our place. Just for us.

Fuck this shit. I'm not waiting anymore. I'm going to kill Jose Mother Fucker Rodriguez. I'm going in and I'm going to shred him to fucking pieces.

~o0o~

The elevator doors to the penthouse slide open. The place is quiet. What did that fucker do with her? I walk into the great room and the air is let out of me.

Ana's clothes are carelessly thrown on the floor, leading the way up to the playroom. The fucking playroom!

This can not be happening. This has to be another one of my nightmares. I need to wake up.

I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking kill him.

I open the playroom door.

"Anastasia," I yell. I look over and gasp.

There's Ana, in submissive position, with nothing but lace panties on. My playroom jeans are neatly folded in front of her.

Somehow she must have figured out I followed her here. She knows me too well.

I give her a guilty smile. I'm caught being a jealous fool.

"I await your instructions, Sir."

I grab my jeans and leave to change.