Jason quietly put his key in the lock. It didn't seem to be going in, he panicked for a minute thinking Marcela had changed the locks in her anger, but when he realized it was his hand shaking, he chastised himself for being so paranoid. He steadied himself, taking a deep breath and then slipping the key into the hole, letting out his breath as the door soundlessly swished open allowing him to walk into their apartment.
He looked around the corners, trying to assess where she actually was, obviously not in the living room, so she would probably be in her bedroom. He knew he had a hard task ahead of him, he had to make it up to her though, whatever it took, he didn't want to push her further away than he already had. He loosened his tie and took off his shoes, walking through the living room and into the kitchen. He put the boxes of Chinese food on the table, thinking that it couldn't hurt to entice her forgiveness with her favorite food also. However, as he listened closely for any noise he realized that everything seemed oddly quiet. He walked out of the kitchen, heading to their bedroom, but when he opened the door, all he got was the aroma of her sweet perfume lingering in the air. He sat on the bed, wondering where she could be, he had hoped to make up with her but she was out, and he had no clue where he could possibly find her, he would just have to sit and wait.
It was getting close to midnight and Marcela still hadn't come home, he had sat down pouring himself some wine as he waited, constantly checking his watch and straining his ears for footsteps, but none came his way. He was angry now. Here he was, worried about her, and she was probably having the time of her life. He knew he shouldn't have come. And with that thought he got up to leave, slightly unstable because of the wine, he slowly moved towards the door, but as he opened it, he saw Marcela about to put her key in the lock.
She had looked at him expectantly when she had seen him, his body blocking her entrance but when she heard his voice say 'Where have you been? I have been here for hours waiting for you' she had merely pushed passed him, throwing her purse on the couch and heading towards the kitchen. She had made him even angrier, she always knew how to get to him, he had come to make up with her but she was impossible. He angrily followed her, for the first time noticing what she was wearing.
She had on her form fitting black skirt that just hugged her ass, and stopped at her knees, with a slit on the left side that exposed more than half her smooth thigh. On top she had on her pastel pink bustier, it fitted her to perfection, with small clips all the way down the front holding her in place. The close fitting bodice showed off the curve of her waist and created a sensuous cleavage as it pushed up her already firm breasts, her favorite pink pendant hanging in the center of her smooth mounds, enticing men's wandering eyes. Together with her pink stiletto heels, she looked amazing. He hated that she could just walk in and melt him completely. But he was determined to stay mad on the outside, even if for just a little bit longer.
She now stood in front of him, leaning over the table, grabbing one of the takeout boxes and chopsticks and starting to pull out noodles, just watching him; a smirk on her face the whole time.
'So where have you been?' Jason finally asked, his voice making obvious his anger and frustration.
'I thought you didn't care Jason.' She had answered back
'You know damn well I care about you.' He had shouted.
'I was out dancing.'
'Dancing? Its late Marcela.'
At that had she had burst out laughing, her head thrown back, arching her breasts forward as the sweet sound of her laugh surrounded the room. Jason just glared at her until she had finally calmed down and with a vicious tone to her voice had said,
