With her shirt being pushed up into a crop top and her stomach distended, sitting on her slightly chunkier lap, it was hard to reach forward and grab her phone that had started ringing from the table in front of her. Her belly was too packed with food to allow her to properly lean her torso downwards, but she managed to somehow grab it, the motion leaving her out of breath.
“Hello?” It was clear in her voice how she had been struggling, and her dad quickly picked up on it.
“Alex, hi, it’s dad.” He started, and she could tell he was smiling from the other end of the phone. “What’s up? Why do you sound so breathy?”
“Uhm…” She hesitated for a second, deciding to lie. He wouldn’t be able to tell she binged anyway, she had a fast metabolism… or so she thought. “I’m out running, why?”
“Oh, that’s very good! You might need to work out extra, we have a promotion with McDonald’s. The one I talked to you about, remember?”
Her eyes widened, realizing she was likely not listening when he announced it. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”
“Then you’ll remember the ad you are supposed to film today too, right? Since you were out running, make sure to take a shower. As for the clothes and makeup, just look presentable for any possible paparazzi, but the stylists here will take care of it.”
“Oh, right.” She nodded slowly, regretting the donuts she ate earlier. She felt like she’d pop if she ate anything else, and a McDonald’s ad did not feel very food-free. “What time do I have to be there?”
“In one hour and a half, so rush home, take a quick shower and then come here.”
“Okay… then see you there.”
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