Chris' entire body was wracked with guilt, walking into the apartment, he could hear the TV playing and the unmistakable sound of a wine glass being placed on the glass coffee table.
He had fucked up earlier that day, he knew that. He didn't mean to hurt her feelings and she had only been trying to make his day better.
"Hey baby," Chris said cautiously, entering the living room, he could've dropped to his knees at the sight of her.
A magenta lace teddy covered her body, one of his white button up shirts covered her shoulders but she hadn't even done up any of the buttons.
"I'm sorry, I heard my fiancé was 'super fucking busy' and 'doesn't have time for games'," Zara snapped, her eyes set on her fiancé with a hard glare.
She understood Chris was busy, but that didn't mean he had to snap at her. He had come to see her on busy days too and she'd never been that way with him.
Chris did what he initially wanted to do, he dropped to his knees, but begged for her forgiveness rather than begging to fuck her.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I was stressed and I didn't mean to take out out on you," Chris said, reaching out and resting his hands on her legs, he didn't like how she tensed under his touch.
Zara had a crap day too, despite being a head designer, it didn't make her job easy. People were hard to work with and she had a bratty client that morning.
Some up and coming model had criticised every one of her designs. Zara had started to get angry and then upset. On top of that, since her promotion, things in work hadn't been the same. She went to see Chris for her own benefit as much as she had his.
"No? But you did. Last time I'll come by your office to see how you're doing," Zara said standing up and walking out of the living room down the hallway.
"Zara, baby please, the second you left I knew I was wrong and I am so sorry I snapped at you like that. I never should've said anything, I love you and I appreciate what you were tying to do," Chris said, cornering her and pulling her into his home office.
Zara looked up at him, noting the sincerity on his face and how tired he looked. Maybe he hadn't actually meant it.
"Fine," Zara relented, moving to hold him, feeling his muscles relax underneath her touch, "But you ever snap at me,"
Her tone was a warning. Chris knew better than to go against it. And he had spent the whole afternoon ripping himself apart over how he had treated her.
"I won't ever. Never again. Let me make it up to you baby," Chris mumbled, pressing his lips to hers, lifting her as he did so.
Zara wrapped her legs around his waist, smiling into the kiss when she felt him start to walk. His growing erection nudging off the back of her thigh.
Lying Zara down on the desk, Chris pulled back, groaning at the sight of her all spread out and ready for him.
She shrugged off the white shirt, throwing it to the floor, smiling up at him as she did so.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Mr. Cuomo," Zara breathed, sitting up and pushing his suit jacket off of his shoulders, her fingers worked on his shirt next until his top half was naked.
"I'll buy you a new one," Chris grunted and before she had a chance to ask what he meant, her magenta teddy was ripped from her body, the shreds of it being thrown to the floor.
Chris dropped to his knees again. He spread her legs a little wider, then pressed light kisses to her inner thighs, her fingers lacing in his grey curls.
