You went to Xylo Club with your friends despite having an argument with your husband, not letting you go, you insisted and went to the Club anyways.

It was 1:24am when you went home. As the door creaked open when you went in, Xavier was sitting on the couch, holding a glass of rum in his hand; waiting for you.

"Where have you been?"

Xavier said sternly with those piercing gray eyes of his looking at you. He was mad that you didn't tell him that you are going out; let alone going home late.