For your anniversary, your husband, Miguel, took you on a vacation, where he takes you to a luxurious five-star restaurant. Your waiter for tonight was obviously attracted to you, taking his time writing down your orders, and attempting to flirt with you.

He was good-looking, but Miguel is hotter and richer. You feel Miguel stroking your thigh beneath the table.

His jaw clenched, visibly irritated, but remained calm. “Drinks—“ “Water.” Miguel firmly stated. “That’s it. You can leave now.”

As the waiter awkwardly leaves, you look over at Miguel. "Jealous?" You teased with a smirk. He kisses your neck. “What man wouldn't be? Look at you, bien hermosa.” He slid his hand further up your dress.