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growls. I can feel him grinning at me. Typically when we go out he orders my meals in an effort to make sure I don’t eat too much. I continue to look over the menu deciding on sirloin steak, prime rib, baked potato, steamed veggies and some grilled salmon.
                  When the waiter, Steven, returns Travis lets me order first. I raddle off all the items my stomach desires and watch as Travis smirks at me, but not disapprovingly. Steven pours a dash of wine in my glass and I twirl it around slightly taking a sip tasting it on my tongue. I smile and nod in approval and he fills both Travis’ and my glasses before leaving the bottle on our table and walking away with our order.
    Once the waiter is fully out of sight and back in the kitchen Travis moves to my side of the booth. I laugh shyly at his sudden movement and he brushes my hair away from my shoulder kissing my neck and nibbling behind my ear, disregarding th e other people sitting nearby. His hand grazes my thigh and I moan in response. 
                  “Baby, I want you so bad. Watching your boobs from across the table has me hard. I want those nipples in my mouth,” he whispers in my ear and I instantly tighten my thighs as I feel the need down below and I become moist in response. He laughs at my reaction to his touch. It pleases him to have so much control over my body. He moves away returning to his side of the table leaving my craving more. I watch as he grabs his wine glass and raises it to his mouth. His lips touching the glass slightly as he tilts his head back drinking it down. All of it. Oh, how I wish those lips were on me right now. He grabs the bottle re-filling his glass and I take another sip of mine. Him drinking this much doesn’t come to a surprise to me at all. He’s actually controlling himself, because on a normal night he would’ve finished the bottle already and been asking for another one.   
                  It doesn’t take long for Steven to return with our food and the delicious smells fill my senses causing me to salivate. I don’t wait and I dig in. Devouring the meat, fish and tasting everything on my plates. I look up a few times smiling at Travis and he returns the gesture as he eats his food as well and continues to drink down his wine. Halfway through our meal he’s ordering another bottle and pouring another glass. This is the Travis that he has become, the one that can’t stop at just one glass. I don’t know if he’s drowning away his sorrows in the alcohol or if it’s just who he is. He’s rich so I can’t possible think of what he’s hiding from. I think it’s just who he is. He hid it so well from me in the months prior to us getting married. I never saw Travis’ angry side until a month after we were married. He came home drunk for the first time that night. He has come home smelling of alcohol before, but not enough for him to be out of the ordinary. I’ve always known him to have a glass of liquor before leaving the office, but that night I think he might have had the whole bottle and that was the first time he showed his true side. The side of Travis that makes me want to run the other direction. The side that reminds me of my father. That was the first night he brought me to tears and reminded me how worthless I am. I briefly shake my head forgetting about those memories. I have to make the best I can out of tonight. I finish my food, sipping my wine as Travis orders the third bottle as he finishes his plate. I watch as his eyes glaze over and his lids become heavy.
                  “I would offer you some desert Steph, but we both know you don’t need it,” he sneers.
                  There it is! The jerk that I despise! The Travis that frightens me; never laid a hand on me, but what he’s done I think is worse. I don’t react though; I don’t give him what he wants. I just smile at the remark and push my plate away from me,