Page 60 of Wrapped in Perfection

"You're starving yourself. A child eats more than this."

I try to take my phone back, but he rises.

"Give it back."

"No. I'm going to program this to what you should be eating to maintain your weight. You're thin enough."

"You're annoying me now."

He leans down. "I'm also making breakfast, and you're going to eat it."

"I just need coffee." My stomach growls again.

He smirks. "I'll make you coffee. But you won't be able to resist my food."

"Are you a gourmet cook, too?"

"You can tell me when you taste my breakfast."

I roll my eyes.

He sits down again. "Do you feel dizzy a lot?"

"During sex with you?" I tease.

"Normally, I'd appreciate your comment, but I'm serious."

I don't answer him. I am starving all day long, get headaches, and am sometimes shaky. I usually only eat a lean protein serving for dinner.

"I thought so. This changes today, kotik," he quietly states.

"I don't want to gain weight."

"If you eat right, you won't. But you're damaging yourself eating this way. How long have you been following this plan?"

I glance out the window. The waves on the lake are rougher than yesterday, and the white caps are sizable. "I don't want to talk about this."

"How long?" he sternly repeats.

I stay quiet.

He turns my chin. "Tell me."

"The last three months. I keep lowering my calories and eliminating things so I can lose. But nothing budges," I admit.

"Because it doesn't need to. And you're starving yourself."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

I take a deep breath, exhausted with this conversation, and my stomach rumbles again.

"One week," Dmitri says.

"For what?"

"You eat the macro count I put in your phone for one week. Three meals a day and a few snacks."

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