The billionaire's addiction
he says, his voluptuous body dangling from the sides of the dining chair he’s sitting on.
The chair looks like it’s begging for dear life under his weight. The whiff of freshly baked cookies increases my hunger, and my stomach growls.
“I see that you’re settling in well,” he says, chewing on a piece of steak.
“Very soon, we hope to see your stomach protruding, with my grandson,” he adds, a corny smile playing on his face.
Barry reappears from behind, equally fazed, like me.
He wears jeans, a gray button-down shirt with just enough buttons undone to reveal his strong abs.
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