Evil Of Love by N.L. Echeverria Read Free Book Online

going to do my best to be the wife he wants.
                  Not much time passes in the car and then we’re pulling up to a busy and might I say packed dance club. I’m sure the look on my face is priceless. He hasn’t taken me to a night club since before we were married. He says he refuses to have men gawking at his wife. He knows how much I love dancing. I lean over Travis’ lap peering out the window at a line of people rounding the large building and several groups of men and woman smoking and chatting. 
                  I feel Travis’ hand move to my back and down to my ass. “I know how much you love to shake this,” he whispers provocatively in my ear. “This is a special occasion and I don’t want to end up pissed off so stay close to me and if you’re going to shake your ass make sure it’s only in my sight.”
                  Even though I’m annoyed by his childish comments I turn to him and touch my lips to his, kissing him aggressively. “Thank you.” I lean back sitting in my seat as the car stops and the driver comes around opening Travis’ door. 
                  He climbs out of the car and I scoot to his side as he grabs my hand and leans in whispering in my ear, “keep those legs closed. I don’t want anyone getting a peek.” I restrain from rolling my eyes and proceed to exit the vehicle.
                  The building is huge, three stories and on the outside are colored lights flashings all around. “The Grind” is written across the building in a huge neon sign. Before walking to the front door Travis turns to me tugging at my dress in an attempt to lengthen it and this time I can’t help but roll my eyes. Once he feels satisfied, even though this dress barely passes my crotch, he grabs my hand pulling me to the front doors, passing everyone in line.
                  “Mr. Barnes, welcome, it’s nice to see you again.” The large dark haired man from behind the rope that blocks us from getting in greets Travis as if he comes here all the time and this pisses me off, but I control myself.
                  “Thank you, John. This is my wife, Stephanie, it’s our two year anniversary and this woman who loves to dance, so I was hoping we could get in tonight.”
                  “Of course, of course. When have we ever turned you away?” the bouncer says jokingly to Travis and I am not amused. He opens the rope to let us pass and Travis holds me tight to his side. I cringe at the thought of him coming here frequently on the nights he says he’s working late, but I refuse to spoil the evening. I hold in my anger and suck it up. 
                  “Stay Close!” Travis yells over the loud music.
                  The room is packed with people shoulder to shoulder and we have to shove our way through. It’s a good thing Travis is so large otherwise I don’t know that we would have been able to make it to the bar. The ladies behind the counter are moving at an amazingly rapid pace. Swinging liquor bottles around and tossing glasses between each other making a beautiful display. Travis pulls me directly up to the bar and loudly orders two cranberry vodkas. It only takes a minute and the glasses are placed in front of us as he passes the money to the large boob, blonde haired bartender and she winks at him as she moves on to the next person. 
                  This place is crawling with blonde hair and short skirts. I watch Travis closely as his eyes peer around at all the people. He gives me a tug and walks me back through the big crowd to the other side of the club where we grab an empty table and take a seat. Within seconds Travis has swallowed down his cranberry and vodka and so I do the same. Hell, if I’m going to have a good time tonight in this place I have to be drunk. I don’t know if I can stand the thought of him being here without me and