K Y L A
"Food is ready, baby!" I shout from the kitchen, hoping that my boyfriend would hear me from his study. Minutes go past and I don't hear from him. I go into his study to tell him instead.
"Food is rea-"
"Don't you ever fucking knock?" Dexter snaps, quickly clicking off something on his PC.
"I'm sorry." I fiddle with my fingers. "Food is ready."
"Yeah, I heard."
"Okay." I huff, walking out of his study and back into the kitchen. Five minutes later, Dexter joins me at the table.
"I made lasagne." I smile at him.
"I can see that." He huffs, picking up his fork.
"So how is the business doing?"
"Good." He says inbetween mouthfuls.
"That's good then." I pull out my phone to check my app. "Do you know how many calories would be in this lasagne?"
"No. You made it so you should know."
"What's up with all this attitude?" I say, furrowing my brows. "You weren't like this when we got together."
"Well things change." He tuts, looking anywhere but me. "Let's just eat in silence, please."
I rack my brain, trying to think of what I could have possibly done to change the way Dexter talks to me.
"Okay, baby." I mumble, tears prickling my eyes.
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getting fat just for you
KurzgeschichtenKyla discovers that her boyfriend Dexter secretly has a fat festish and she becomes fat to become the woman of his dreams. fat fetish
