BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION
The door creaked open, and he walked in wearing a Batman-costumed pajama, a cape at the back.
I burst into laughter, forgetting I was too embarrassed to face him.
“What… what… what are you wearing?”
I coughed, dying of laughter.
He looked genuinely confused, which made it even funnier.
“A pajama?”
He replied softly, rubbing his neck.
I nodded, trying not to hurt his feelings.
“Well, I won't argue that. It suits you. I see your favorite color is black, but is the cape necessary…?”
I burst into laughter again.
He waited patiently.