Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire
Ever since the ultrasound, he'd been even more attentive, if that was even possible.
"Go easy on the meat," I warned when he came back a few minutes later, plate already empty. "Remember what the doctor said about moderation."
"Zoey," Annabelle said, appearing beside me with a laugh, "you're gonna starve the poor man. He's huge, he needs protein."
"Thank you, Annie," Christian said with a grin. "Finally, someone with common sense."
"The problem isn't the meat," I said, smiling despite myself. "It's the fat."
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