He flashed Raymond that smile of his.
“I guess I have found out, who do you think I had this bulge for?”
Raymond's jaw dropped as he noticed Bruno's massive bulge too.
He felt the strongest urge to touch it.
“That is a nice-looking stuff, so this was because of me?”
Raymond asked, he couldn’t take his eyes off it.
While Bruno couldn’t take his eyes off Raymond's face.
“You ask too many questions, cutie”.
Immediately Bruno got down on his knees, face straight in Raymond's crotch, and hands started undoing the lace of his shorts.
Raymond felt his throat dry, he knew what he was going to do, most importantly he wanted Bruno to do it, he ached for it for so long.
That was the only reason he is here working for his annoying sister.
He closed his eyes and threw his head backwards.
“Yes…Fuck… Bruno”.
“Raymond…”
“Bruno…”
“Raymond!”
“Wait, that wasn't Bruno's voice," Raymond thought and opened his eyes only to see a blurry image of a tall lady furious staring at him.
“What the hell are you calling my brother's name in your sleep?”
“Sleep?”
Raymond said in his head and jumped up from the couch.
He had been dreaming and drooling all these while!
He cleaned the saliva around his mouth, still drying to understand everything.
Abigail snapped her fingers in his face, getting his attention back to her angry face.
Raymond looked up at her.
“Answer my question, Raymond. Are you gay?”
Raymond was about to answer when Bruno walked in, without saying a word to any of them he walked straight to his room.
Finally, the real Bruno, Raymond thought.
“Please don't tell him about this”.
Raymond pleaded.
“Oh my goodness! I know you are kind of feminine, but oh my goodness!”
Abigail laughed out, then she had an idea.
“Maybe you can actually help me and find something out”.
She rubbed her hands like an evil character in a drama, anticipating.
Knowing what was on her mind, Raymond blamed himself for everything.
Now he is going to test Bruno's sexuality.
A little exciting though but still...a risk.
What if he is homophobic?
*****
The next morning.
Beauty stirred in her sleep, the first light of dawn seeping through the thin purple curtains of her bedroom window.
The golden rays cast a soft glow over her room, gently nudging her awake.
With a sleepy groan, she rolled onto her back, stretching out her long legs beneath the warm cocoon of her purple blanket.
Her arms reached above her head, fingers splayed as she stretched, arching her back like a cat.
Her muscles made a satisfying pop, and she glanced at the time on her phone screen.
“06:59 AM”.
She sighed, tempted to lie on her bed for just a moment longer.
She stared down at her bed with her tired eyes, trying to give in to its seductive warmness and peace, but her alarm immediately gave her a jump start.
“I am already up, just stop”.
Beauty groaned and snoozed the alarm.
With a heavy groan, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rubbed her eyes, blinking away the last remnants of sleep.
She made her way to the bathroom, her bare feet padding softly on the floor.
Beauty couldn’t help but be conscious of the slight jiggle of her thighs and the heaviness she felt in her skin.
Beauty had always been plus-size, but ever since she started working at the beauty company, the discomfort she felt about her weight had grown into a shadow that followed her every move.
It hurts more to be body-shamed as an adult.
In fact, because of the drama yesterday she had decided not to go to work.
In the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror, her eyes crawling all over her reflection.
She could see the soft folds of her belly, the curve of her hips, and the fullness of her arms.
Her reflection was a painful reminder of the body she wished she didn’t have.
She frowned, turning to the side to examine herself more closely, her hands unconsciously tugging at the fabric of her oversized pajamas.
With a sad sigh, she stepped onto the bathroom scale, her heart beating a little faster.
The digital numbers flashed, then settled.
“What I gained more!”
She yelled out.
The number was higher than last time, confirming the nagging voice in her head that constantly told her she wasn’t good enough.
“But I followed my diet plan strictly….”
She paused.
“Yeah and chocolates”.
She said slowly to herself as her shoulders slumped.
She gazed again at her reflection in the mirror, tears clouding her eyes.
She cleaned them up and stepped off the scale with a mixture of frustration and sadness boiling inside of her.
She moved to the sink and twisted the faucet, letting the water run until it was warm.
She splashed her face, the water jolting her fully awake.
Reaching for her toothbrush, she squeezed a line of minty toothpaste onto the bristles and began brushing, her eyes flicking up to the mirror.
With her free hand, Beauty reached for her phone, which had been charging overnight on the bathroom counter.
As she scrolled through her notifications, her thumb paused over a message that had just popped up.
Her eyes widened slightly as she read the words on the screen:
"You are invited to the 10-year-high school reunion!”
She choked and coughed, immediately ran water to save her dear life.