Priority

"Open the door, Tony." 

Marcella quickly dashed to the dresser in the corner. That corner wouldn't be visible clearly from the door. She needed to fix herself. Her hair is messy and her dress is rolled over. Anyone would figure out what they were doing inside. 

Tony walked to the door with a disappointed groan. "Coming…" He said as he opened the door. It was Stella. 

"Coffee, for the missus," Stella took a peek inside. 

"Want coffee, Marcella?" Tony turned to look at her covering Stella from having a look at her. He didn't want anyone to see his wife in a mess when he was the one who messed her up. 

That pleasure only belongs to him.

His wife must have the speed of a cheetah, she had already fixed herself. Even her lipstick was on. He wondered if he wasn't that passionate.