Chapter 150

• Beverly
• My brain tried to wrap around the idea. He was a towering, absolutely ripped piece of very rich man-flesh and I was… well, me. Sure, I knew I was cute, and I knew that there was a good chunk of the population that liked plus size women like me. But those people weren’t like Mr. Fitzgerald. They weren’t mega-billionaires with a corporate empire who hung out with models, stars and other movers and shakers.
• “The problem?” I murmured, trying to make sense of it all. Even if I put aside the absolutely ridiculous notion that he could ever be attracted to me, there was a whole different issue that locked up my brain.