I jolted upwards, shocked that he was at home. I felt my heart hammer against my chest, suddenly burning with nerves. I was still in the underwear from earlier. I quickly put the cake to the side, wiping the crumbs and tears from my face quickly, trying to stop myself from looking like a damn mess.
As pissed off as I was at Bruce, I wanted to fix things with him. Make things go back to the way they were.
I quickly straightened myself out, composing myself together, ready to seduce him the best I could. Trying to push my upset and miserable emotions to the back of my head, and focus on the here and now.
I'd bought such an expensive piece of lingerie for him...
I just hoped that he would appreciate it.
Bruce walked into the kitchen, and I let out a sigh that I didn't know I was holding. Bruce was a tall man, with black hair, a rough, stubbly beard, and pale skin. He rubbed his chin in thought, as he scanned the room, avoiding looking at me. I felt stung, not expecting him to still be so angry and pissed off even after seeing me like this.
"Why are you in the kitchen in just your fucking underwear?" Bruce spat bitterly.