Chapter 3

After another 2 months
I’ve been working for Max Fletcher for 3 months and I’ve never felt better about my life. I feel like an accomplished adult. However, one problem is ruining my otherwise perfect morning. I tug both ends of my skirt, trying to zip it. It’s like it shrunk in the wash. It’s the exact same one I’ve worn on my first day, and there’s no way I’ve outgrown it or something like that. The simple thought that I could ever gain weight made my chuckle. I know my metabolism and even if I ate more these days, it was only at high-end restaurants. Which means healthy food. If it’s expensive it has to be healthy, right?
Anyways, back to my skirt. I try to suck in my stomach just to give it another try and it closes. However, as I try to exhale, I feel this weird tightness around my midsection. I step into the bathroom and look into the mirror. My eyes widen as for the first time in months I acknowledge my body.
My face looks somehow rounder, but still very pretty. My arms lost some definition. But as my eyes go downwards, I understand why my skirt seemed so tight on me. It didn’t shrunk in the wash. It simply had more to cover. I grab my muffin top and give it a light jiggle. Yes, maybe I gained some happy weight. It cannot be more than 10 pounds that I’d easily shred by the time I’m back in the gym.
I grab a longer, flowy shirt that would hide my little belly and I rush to the office. I’m starving. Like every day, I grab the biggest, most delicious frappe with chocolate and peanut butter, and I make my way to the buffet. Avery, you need to lose the weight, I think to myself as I grab a simple, butter croissant and turn to leave.
“You’re insulting me if this is what you’re having today for breakfast” said Max from behind. I turn my head surprised. I smile seductively, sitting straighter, pushing my ass behind.
“Well, I’m not really having an appetite today. I kind of got bored of the food we have here” I said, hoping that he would invite me in the city. His eyebrows rose in surprise, before chuckling a bit.
“Then join me to my favorite breakfast spot in New York. I don’t want any of my employees to starve.” He said, putting his arm on my back and guiding me to the elevators.