He's a waiter??

ANNASTACIA.

I and Dexter walk into the resturant holding hands. Other couples in there stare at us with admiration in their eyes and begin to whisper in each other ears.

Yes, this is exactly what i want, the kind of marriage i dreamt of having with Dexter. The one where everyone would be envious of, the one everybody would wish to have, but they wouldn't becase he is already mine.

As we approach our table, he takes a step ahead of me and helps with the chair. "Thank you". I murmur with a smile.

He signals at a waiter as soon as he is settled in his seat. "So baby what are we having today"?

"I don't want something too heavy, so burger and fries would do for now...... and vanilla ice cream".

His brows scrunch in confusion. "That's so much baby". He whispers. "Aren't you watching your weight anymore".

I look down at myself. Do i disgust him now? Why is he saying something like that. I'm even trying to lose a few pounds for him. Isn't he seeing it?

"You know". He hesitates "I'm just saying because i don't people to go around calling my wife fat and ugly".

"Okay. I'll eat less". I say sadly.

Since i found him in bed with that woman on our annivesary night, i have secretly made it my mission to lose a few pounds so i can have something similar to her body. But why does his words hurt me so much? I'm supposed to be fine right? He just wants the best for me.

The waiter is almost at our table our table and raising my head to steal a glance, my stomach turns inside out with every step that he takes. Oh no!! it's him again.

"Hi, my name is Pierce and i'm here to take your order". As his eyes settles on mine, there is this look in them, a look that no one has ever given me before, a look that i so long to see in Dexter's eyes.

"Burger, fries and Vanilla flavoured ice cream for me". he turns to me "You babe"?

"Just Vanilla ice cream for me". I say in confusion and fear. I thought this guy works in a pizza shop as well as the night club. wow, he must have so many part time jobs.

Does it mean wherever i turn up to, he'll also be there to taunt and remind me of our sin.

He nods with a mesmerising smile and disappear to get our orders.

"He's a pretty hot guy, girls would kill to have a man like that, right babe"?.

"Yes". I answer absent mindedly but as my mind slowly registers the question, i snap my head. "Not like that babe, i.....i mean he's pretty hot but not like you".

Who am I kidding, this guy is ten times hotter than Dexter. Dexter isn't even close one bit but I can't say that. Damn!! I shouldn't even be thinking that.

"You're the hottest man alive babe". I whisper seductively into his ears.

He smirks. "Are you trying to arouse me? If yes, then try harder".

He leans back in his seat with a knowing smile and i blink my eyes, swallowing my embarassment. "I'll just use the rest room".

As i walk pass him, he smacks my ass lightly and i chuckle nervously. Getting to the bathroom, i stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. Am i so fat? I turn my ass to the mirror and turn again fully facing it this time.

What exactly is wrong with me? First, I'm not really good in bed and now I'm adding more weight. I smack my head, Do I really want to loose Dexter after everything I went through to get him?

I have to loose weight, a lot of weight.

"What's up baby girl". I hear that familiar, husky, manly and seductive voice again and my heart lights up in flames. Unable to look at him, i remained rooted in my spot and as if reading my thoughts, he approaches me instead.

By my sides, he places his hand on the zinc standing in front of me caging me in between him. He arcs his back leaving some space between us while nuzzling his face at the crook of my neck.

"What's wrong baby girl? Who's making you think so much? He asks, his hot breath fanning my neck.

I want to so push him away but i do not find the will to do so, only heaven know the kind of hold this man had got on me. I've only met him thrice and he's managed to set my heart on fire thrice. His touch and breath on me feels so right.

I want to relax in his embrace and forget all my worries just like that night but i know deep down that i can't, i love Dexter and i am very sure of that but this man here, he makes me feel things, things Dexter never made me feel.

"Tell me baby". He says again. "What's on your mind"?.

"Do you think i'm fat"? I blurt out. Jeez, what is wrong with me?.

His eyes settles in mine, anger briefly flashes through them and in a moment it's gone, now replaced with tenderness.

"Baby". He calls emotionally. "You're not fat at all. Everyone has their body type and its perfect, you are the most beautiful woman i have ever set eyes on and it's killing me to think that you're not comfortable in your own body".

I shrug my shoulders. "I am". i lie, expecting him to believe me.

"Are you lying to me right now"? He ask in annoyance.

"I'm sorry". Why am i apologising to him? I didn't do anything but i see the need to apologise to him. "Just that Dexter says......".

He turns me roughly to face him but i am still caged in between. "Fuck what Dexter says baby. You are beautiful, confidence, smart and a lot of things that other people cannot be and i appreciate that, Dexter should appreciate that. Okay".

I nod like a puppy. "Nobody has ever appreciated me like that, well except Sofia and i really appreciate that it's coming from a stranger".

Hurt flash in his eyes but it's gone in seconds and it leaves me wondering just how many feelings he holds in his eyes.

My eyes finds his and again i am drawn into his emerald green eyes, emotions which i cannot describe fills my body in the strangest way.

He moves his head in one swift motion and they land on my shoulder, He breaths in, slowly inhaling my scent which leaves me moaning in the process.

His lips find mine and in a moment, we are nibbling and sucking, he moves his lips unto my neck and he presses wet kisses onto them. I bend my neck slightly to the side granting him more access.

He's kissing and sucking while i just stand there moaning like an idiot and not wanting him to stop despite knowing that this, all of this is wrong.

He stops a few minutes after and a frown find it's way to mind face

"I'm going to leave you now, make sure you don't tell hubby our dirty little secret".

At the mention of hubby, Dexter crosses my mind and without thinking i raise my hand to hit his face, hard.

He is shocked for a while but he smirks dangerously to cover it up. "I'll love to see you get agressive like that in bed baby".

"That's never going to happen Psycho". I grit my teeth adn clench my fist in annoyance.

"Go now my sweetheart and keep in mind that the next time we meet , you'll be screaming my name, louder than last time".

As i make my way back to the table that i and my husband share, i keep thinking of the mess I've put myself in. If not for Sofia that night, i would have sat my ass at home trying to find a way to fix my marriage instead of finding someone to adore and worship my body.

"As it should be". A little voice whisper in my head.

"What"? I scoff. "I think you mean as it shouldn’t be".

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that night with him"? The voice asks again "Oh come on, don't tell me lies now, we are of one body and one mind, i know everyhting you think and feel. Even if you try to deny it, i know what the truth is".

I grab a fork on the table, directing all my anger to it. Oh poor little cutlery.

"If you know what the truth is, why are you asking my silly questions"?.

Everywhere suddenly becomes quiet and i look up to see that eveyone has their eyes on me, geez was i talking too loud? I hope not.

"I'm sorry". I apologise, bowing my head slightly. "I'm just making some calculations in my head".

While most of them just go back to their meals, others throw understanding nods my way. I seriously hate the fact that I had sex with another man who isn't Dexter and what's more? I enjoyed it.

I groan in fraustion. This is very shameful to admit, very shameful. I soon take in my environment and notice that my husband isn't seated anymore. Oh lord, took me long enough to notice.

I look around trying to find him when my eyes lands on him, coming out from the direction of the rest room with a, wait, Is that a lady he's with?! And they are both holding phones, is it what i am thinking?

He smiles her and she returns it with a somewhat seductive one. He strolls towards the table and as soon as he sees me staring at him, his face tense up but he covers it with a smile.

"Hey babe".

"Who is she"? I ask without returning his greeting.

"What do you mean who is she"?. He asks, his smile slowly disappearing. "She is Laura, the biggest investor our company is going to have, i'm just trying to build friendship to convince her".

"Really". I ask, some traces of doubt still left in my voice. I have to believe him, I need to believe him. No matter what he is my husband and he is trying to build us a future.

Another question pops up in my head and i try my best not to blurt it out but opsss, seems my tongue has got powers. "Why were you coming from that direction? You could have gotten her contact here right".

He looks angry now, perhaps because of my constant question or maybe just maybe for another reason, lack of trust.

"You went to the rest room baby, why can't i also go to the rest room?. I met her on my way out". He says but his expressions carries anger now.

He proceeds to hold my hand. "I made you a golden promise baby and i am ready to stand by it, until our last breath".

I flash a smile at him, at least he is now ready to stand by his promise.

The pizza guy comes with a take away package. Maybe i should call him waiter because he is a waiter in this scenario right?

"Aren't we eating here anymore"?.

"No, we're going home to enjoy the rest of our day, alone. Dexter says whispering the last part.

"Oohh". I squeal. "I love alone".

My eyes meets the waiter's eyes and i see something in them, like he is silently begging me for something, as if i am about to do something and he dosen't want me to do it.

We stand up to leave and i catch his eyes one more time, he gives me a square sign which i cannot quite understand and it leaves me thinking. What does he want? What is the meaning of the sign he gave me jus t now?

You know it's funny how i see the emotions running in the eyes of this stranger and i cannot even read my own husband.

This stanger is having me on a choke hold and if i don't do something about it quick, it's gonna be bad.