Hello again. This is going to be another short cheat story, and I must warn you that it is not an HEA for Christian and Ana. It has cheating,

hurt, angst, and tragedy. If you can't handle any of this, then I suggest that you skip this story.

If you want to give it a try, please do and let me know what you think.

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CPOV

"Mr. Grey your 3:00 is here. I put them in conference room A" Andrea said thru the intercom.
"Thank you, Andrea. I'll be right there."
I get up to go meet with the CEO of Peterson, Inc. It's a technology firm Ros and I have been working on buying for the last several months.
The owner and CEO is ready to retire, and since none of his kids show any interest in taking over the family business, he is looking to sell.
"Mr. Peterson I am Christian Grey. Thank you for meeting with us today." As I reach out to shake his hand I notice a petite brunette sitting next to him. For some reason I am drawn to her...I feel as if I know her from somewhere.
He reaches out and shakes my hand "Thank you for meeting with us today, Mr. Grey." He then turns to the left and introduces me to the brunette "This is Camile Davis, she's from our legal department."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Grey" she says as she shakes my hand. There is a slight tingle when we touch.
"The pleasure is all mine" I reply as I look into her green eyes.

I definitely know her from somewhere.

2 hours later we wrap up the meeting. I had the contract prepared ahead of time...I just needed his signature to make it final. Ms. Davis reviewed the contract, and without making too many changes, they accepted our offer and signed. I was very fair to him, as I knew he was anxious to sell and retire and travel the world with his wife of almost 40 years.
Mr. Peterson stands up, and before he leaves, he asks "Mr. Grey, would you like to have dinner tonight to celebrate? We are staying at the Fairmont, and I've heard the restaurant there is excellent" Mr. Peterson says.
I smile, thinking I can spend some more time with Ms. Davis and maybe figure out how I know her. "Yes...I would like that very much. I'll see if my wife can make it. What time?"
"Very good...I'll make reservations for 6:30. We will meet you there."

After they leave I call Welch to do a background check on Ms. Davis, and then text Ana to see if she is available to meet me for dinner tonight.

As I am on my way to the Fairmont Welch sends me the preliminary background check, and there is nothing that rings a bell, except for the fact that she went to Harvard around the same time I did. She's from Connecticut, went to law school at Harvard, graduated cum laude, and started with Peterson in their legal department after doing a year with a small law firm in Detroit that specialized in family law—divorce, child custody, estates, etc…

She's 29, never been married, and just ended a 2 year relationship…she was engaged but broke it off before they got married.
I still can't figure out why she is so familiar.
Ana texts back that she can't make dinner as she is meeting with my mom for a Coping Together event they are planning. She said she might be able to meet for drinks, depending on how long the meeting goes.

I guess I'm on my own for dinner.

Dinner was very relaxing. We toasted a successful business deal, and Mr. Peterson entertained us with stories of how he started his company 40 years ago from nothing, and turned it into a very large and successful company with very little help from anyone. I can so relate.
I spent most of dinner trying to figure out from where I know Camile. She has shown no indication that she recognizes me whatsoever.

As desert was being served I asked her what her plans were now that the company was sold.
"I haven't fully decided yet, Mr. Grey. I am thinking about relocating to Seattle though. That's one of the reasons I accompanied Mr. Peterson on this trip…I wanted to check out the city while I was here and get a feel for the place before deciding to relocate. I have an opportunity with a firm in Detroit, but I've always wanted to live in the Pacific Northwest."

I nod at her before replying "The job market here is strong, so you shouldn't have any problems finding employment. In fact, my dad is a partner in a law firm here...I could pass on your resume to him and see what he could do if you would like."

WTF Grey. What has gotten into you?
"I might take you up on that offer if I decide to relocate here, Mr. Grey" she says blushing.
Just then I get a text from Ana telling me that she can't make it for drinks…they just finished their meeting and she is tired and headed home.
Mr. Peterson thanks me for buying his company and excuses himself for the evening. It's just me and Ms. Davis.

"Would you like to have a drink at the bar or are you ready to call it a night?" She asks, with a small smirk on her face.
I see red flags everywhere, telling me this isn't a good idea, but I'm so intrigued by her that I completely ignore them, and I accompany her into the bar.

Unbeknownst to me, that will turn out to be the most devastating decision of my life.

Being a weeknight, the bar was almost empty, and we sit in a quiet, very secluded booth in the back and shared a bottle of wine. Between the 2 glasses of wine that I had at dinner, what I have already consumed from this bottle, I was a little buzzed and relaxed, and finally ask her if there was any place we could have met.
She tells me that she lived in Boston while attending Harvard, and immediately after she graduated she went to work at a small family law practice in Detroit for a year, and then she took a position with Peterson's in New York, and has been there for the past 2 years.
Since she was at Harvard the same time I was, maybe we had a class together, or saw each other on campus...maybe that's why she is so familiar.
Her phone rang, and as she reached for it, she knocked it on the floor, and when she leaned down to pick it up, her shirt rode up her back a little and I could see a tattoo on the small of her back.

Holy fuck. I've see that tattoo.

It all comes rushing back.

A few years before I met Ana, I had to fly back to Boston for a deal that was going south. I managed to salvage the deal, but it stressed the shit out of me, and I wound up visiting a club one night and did a scene with a submissive in the club. I never saw her face, but I vividly remember the tattoo that was across her lower back as I had her bent over the spanking bench, whipping her with a riding crop before I fucked her long and hard for hours.

I feel my dick getting hard as I remember that night…I was so wound up that it took me almost 3 hours with her to work out my frustration. She had incredible stamina too…I fucked her every way imaginable, and she took it all and never safe worded. She was an excellent sub, and I planned to offer her a contract and move her to Seattle, but I never got the chance to talk to her about it. She left the room when I was in the shower, and I never saw her again. The club was very adamant about not giving out any personal information to anyone.

When I walked into the darkened room, she was already in position and blindfolded. She never looked up at me—it was her only hard limit…she didn't want to see my face, and she didn't want me to see her face. She didn't want to be recognized…she wanted complete anonymity.

I look at her for a few seconds, building up courage, before asking "So, are you still in the lifestyle?"

She had a blank look on her face, as if she didn't understand what I meant, then looked me straight in the eye and very firmly said "No. I'm not. I only did that to help pay for law school. After I made my last tuition payment I walked away from it, and have no desire to go back. It's not a part of my life that I am proud of. It wasn't a lifestyle to me…it was a means to pay for law school, and something I have no intentions of ever doing again."

There was absolutely nothing submissive about her now…she was a beautiful, strong, confident, intelligent young woman.

I look at her, and smile before telling her "We did a scene together in a club in Boston several years ago... I remember your tattoo."

Without batting an eye she looks at me and says "It's very possible, but as I said, I'm not interested in that anymore. Nobody knows about that part of my life, and I want to keep it that way, as I'm sure you do."

I nod my head at her-point taken.

We both sit there in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before she leans over and whispers in my ear "but I still enjoy a good, hard fuck from time to time" and runs her hand up my thigh before stopping and rubbing my now rock hard dick.
I was shocked by her admission, and without thinking, I reach down and unzip my pants, releasing my throbbing dick and pumping it a few times, spreading the pre cum around the head with my thumb.

Her eyes were the size of saucers when she saw my huge, swollen cock.

"Suck me" I tell her.

She smiles, licks her lips, and climbs down under the table and takes me completely in her mouth. I feel my dick hit the back of her throat and I groan and put my hands on the back of her head, holding her in place, and start to fuck her mouth as she sucks me into oblivion.

Fuck! Nobody has been able to deep throat me besides Ana...

Ana! What the fuck am I doing?

She must sense my apprehension because she immediately increases her intensity and starts sucking me harder and faster, and before I can pull my dick out of her mouth I blow my wad down her throat.

All thoughts of Ana quickly leave my mind.

She takes it all, sucking me dry and swallowing every drop before climbing out from under the table, smirking at me. She then takes my hand and slides it under her dress, and guides it to her throbbing core, leaning back and spreading her legs wider to give me access to her panty-less, smooth shaven, soaking wet pussy.

"I think you need to repay the favor" she whispers as she runs her tongue around my ear and then bites my ear lobe.

I slip 2 fingers in her, rubbing her clit with my thumb and curling my finger, hitting her g spot, making her moan as she starts riding my hand. I reach my hand up and pull her head to mine and kiss her, forcing my tongue into her mouth, taking control of the kiss, making her moan even more.
The waiter walks by and sets a note on the table and walks away. "The door to the right leads to an empty room. I just unlocked it."
I look at him and grin, nodding in appreciation.
After a few minutes of fingering her I can tell that her orgasm is close as she is really clamping down on my fingers and starting to squirm and grind her pussy on my hand. A few seconds later she buries her face in my neck, nibbles and then bites me, and then let's out a low moan as her body starts convulsing.

As she starts to calm down and stop shaking, I remove my fingers from her and shove my dick back into my pants and zip them up. I am already hard again, so stuffing it back in my pants was no easy task. She is flushed and unable to speak and is trying to compose herself.
My conscience starts chewing at me, and thoughts of Ana pop into my head, but I push them aside, and instead and take Ms. Davis' arm, help her up and escort her into the empty room, closing and locking the door...I am not done with her yet. I have lost all control right now, and all I can think about is fucking her as hard as I can.

"Fuck" I mumble out loud. "I don't have a condom."
"I have some in my purse" and she reaches into her purse and hands me one.
"Are you always this prepared, or did you plan on fucking me tonight" I ask her.
"I'm always prepared for a hard fuck" she replies, giving me a sly smile.
I grab her and kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth and squeeze her ass as I back her into one of the tables.
I lay her down and push up her skirt, spreading her legs wide open as I attack her clit with my mouth and slip 2 fingers in her. She is so wet it's running down from her pussy to her ass. I wipe some of her juices on her rosebud and apply a little pressure with my thumb. She squirms and starts moaning, begging me to not stop. "You like that? You like me playing with your ass?" She moans in response and I pushed my thumb all the way in, causing her to buck her hips off the table, and after few minutes of me fingering her ass and her pussy she detonates a 2nd time. I keep sliding my thumb in and out of her ass while she rides out her orgasm, moaning loudly.
I unbutton my pants and pull them and my boxers down enough to release my throbbing cock, slide on a condom, lift her legs on my shoulders and slam into her as hard as I can.
"FUCK!" she cries out.

I give her a few seconds to adjust to my size before I start to pound into her.
"Yes, God yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!" she says over and over. I feel her insides start to quiver and a minute she starts to tremble again and her walls clamp down around my dick as she comes a 3rd time. I follow a few seconds later, grunting as I empty myself into the condom.

After I catch my breath, I pull out of her, take off the condom and wrap it in a napkin, pulling up my pants and boxers and shove the napkin in my pocket.
She was still lying on her back with her legs spread wide open, trying to catch her breath.
I help her up, hand her a napkin to clean herself up as she fixes her dress and her hair before we walk out of the room back into the bar. The waiter gives me a quick grin, and I nod my head and smile back as we take our seat at the booth again and I immediately text Reynolds to bring 2 NDAs to our table.
We both sit there not saying anything to each other, and a few minutes later Reynolds appears and hands me 2 forms and walks away. I am so glad I gave Taylor the night off… he would in no way condone what just happened.
I look at her before saying "I need you to sign this...it's an NDA prohibiting either of us from discussing what just happened."

I sign both copies, and hand them to her to sign. After she reads them, she signs both and hands them back to me. I hand one to her and I keep one, stand up and as I get ready to walk out she says "So, is this one of the perks of relocating to Seattle?" raising her eyebrow and looking me in the eyes.

"Yes, it is" I arrogantly reply with a smirk on my face, and then I toss a few one hundred dollar bills on the table for the waiter and walk out to the SUV where Reynolds was waiting for me. He opens the door for me and I climb in and we drive off.

I take a deep breath and think what the fuck did I just do?

You just cheated on your wife, and you did it in a public place, you asshole! My subconscious snarls at me.

Fuck! What if there are cameras in there...those pictures will be splashed on the front page of every gossip rag in the country first thing tomorrow morning. I call Welch and tell him to hack the security cameras, and if there is any footage to destroy it immediately, and to get back with me as soon as he is done.

.

I have Reynolds drive me around for a while so I can calm down before I head home. I hope Ana is asleep when I get there. I don't think I can bear to see her right now after what I just done.

Welch calls back 15 minutes later and tells me there were cameras in the restaurant and bar, and he wiped all footage from existence. He said it was a grainy, but he could clearly make out our faces, and it was very obvious what we were doing in the booth, and although the lights were turned off in the room he could still see well enough to tell it was me and what we were doing, and that it was clear enough to tell that it was not Ana I was with. Hopefully nobody else made a copy of it recording before he wiped it clean, and also that nobody was recording us with their phones.

You're a real dumbass, Grey.

Re-living the scene in Boston with Camile sitting in front of me aroused so much that I completely lost all control. I closed my eyes and I could feel and smell the atmosphere from the club that night, and it stirred up desires in me that I haven't felt in over 2 years. I feel my dick getting hard again just thinking about her. This is not good.

I have not missed the BDSM lifestyle one bit since Ana and I got back together after the belt incident.
We have a very satisfying and full filling sex life… we make love and we fuck hard. We still spend time a lot of time at Escala in the red room...Ana submits and gives me carte blanche only when we are in the red room...she still doesn't allow the harsher punishments, but she loves a good hard spanking either over my knee or bent over the spanking bench. She also enjoys the flogger and lets me work her over with the brown plaited riding crop, and she really gets off with using toys…her favorites are the nipple clamps and butt plugs.

So why the fuck did I just lose control and fuck another woman in public?

I walk into the house and its quiet...Ana must be in bed already, Thank God. I walk into the bathroom and strip off my clothes and get into the shower so I can wash the sex smell off me as soon as I can...God I feel so dirty. My dick is hard as a rock again, and I wind up taking matters into my own hands so I don't crawl into bed next to my wife with a raging hard on from thinking about fucking another woman.

Looking in the mirror I see a small, purple bruise on my neck right above my collar from where Camile bit me…FUCK! How are you going to explain that to Ana?
After I get out of the shower I wrap a towel around me and shove my clothes in a suitcase in the back of my closet before I put on a pair of PJ pants and a t shirt and climb into bed next to Ana.
She senses that I'm there and immediately rolls over and rests her head on my chest before muttering "I love you" to me and falls back to sleep.
I kiss her head and tell her I love her too, and try to relax and go to sleep, but sleep does not come easy.

All of a sudden I am awakened by Ana holding me, kissing me, and telling me it's ok.
She is holding my face in her hands and is gently kissing me and talking to me in a calm voice.
I finally wake up, and realize I must have been having a nightmare and woke her up screaming.
My heart is pounding out of my chest and my t shirt is soaking wet.
"Hey baby...I'm here. Calm down" hearing her sweet soft voice soothes me and I start to breathe easier and relax a little.
After several minutes I have calmed down, and my breathing is almost back to normal, and Ana gets up and starts the shower and we both climb in. She takes the wash rag and pours body wash on it and starts to wash my chest, peppering me with little kisses as she goes. She reaches down and strokes my dick before kneeling down and taking me in her mouth.
After she sucks me for a couple of minutes I pull her up and turn her around, facing the wall. "Spread your legs baby. I'm going to take you from behind. Hard."

She puts her palms flat on the wall and spreads her legs, allowing me to line up with her before I ram my cock in her. She lets out a loud moan and I start to pound into her harder and harder. She knows I need to do this after I have a nightmare…it calms me down connecting with her like this…she is the best therapy.
I feel her insides start to quiver and seconds later I hear her moan "Christian" and then she starts to squeeze my dick and I know she is on the edge. I speed up my thrusts and I feel her start to cum, and I ride her thru her orgasm, as I feel my orgasm coming on. I pump her hard a few more times then still while my dick unloads inside her.

I lean against her, holding her up while I pull out of her, watching as our orgasms run slowly down her legs. I turn her around and kiss her passionately, showing her how much I love her in that kiss.
I reach for the wash cloth and begin to clean between her legs as she closes her eyes, moaning, enjoying the intimacy of what I am doing.
I turn the water off and wrap her in a towel and begin to dry her off before we go back to bed.
No words were spoken between us...there never are after she takes care of me after a nightmare. We crawl back into bed and I wrap her in my arms and finally fall asleep.

I wake in the morning still wrapped around her like a vine.
When I see that's she's still asleep I lay there and watch her breathing, and then I am overcome with guilt when I remember what I did last night.

My heart starts to pound as all the memories of the bar come rushing back, and I feel myself getting nauseous. I climb out of bed and hurry to the bathroom and barely make it to the toilet before throwing up.
I close the door and turn on the water in the shower so Ana doesn't hear me and wonder what is wrong.
I flush the toilet and step into the shower to try to calm myself down before Ana wakes.
When I get out of the shower I grab a pair of sweats and my tennis shoes and go for a run to try to burn off this anxiety. Taylor is already in the security office and joins me when I walk into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and toss him one and we head out the door, never saying a word to each other. I know Reynolds wouldn't have said anything to him, but Taylor knows me well enough to know when something is wrong.
We head out for a 5 mile run, and return about 30 minutes later and I tell him I will be ready to leave for the office in 20 minute. He turns and heads to his apartment and I head back to the bathroom to shower and get dressed.
Ana is still sleeping so I kiss her on the forehead and quietly slip out the door without waking her.
I get to GEH a little past 6 and go straight to my office and close the door and start reviewing some spread sheets for another deal Ros and I are working on...if I keep busy my mind won't wander back to last night and maybe it will all go away.

Yeah right. Sure it will Grey.

Andrea comes in at 8:00 and goes over my schedule with me. Today is packed with meetings all day, but I see that I have a lunch date with Ana this afternoon.
We make it a point to have lunch together at least 2 times a week, and right now I really need to spend some time with my wife. The guilt is killing me, but I know I can't tell her because it will not only crush her and break her heart, but I am sure she will leave me and file for divorce. I can't say that I would blame her if she did.

A few days later I came clean to Taylor and told him what I had done, and to say he is pissed off with me is an understatement. He was not able to contain the look of absolute disgust on his face and walked out of my office without saying a word. On the ride home from work that day he asked to have Reynolds assigned to me full time for a while so he could concentrate full time on redoing the security protocol for GEH and GP that he has been working on for the last few weeks. I know it's really because he can not stand the sight of me.

Welcome to the club, Taylor.