I Lost 90 Pounds, Only To Find He Tried To Give Me Away Chapter 04

I Lost 90 Pounds, Only To Find He Tried To Give Me Away Chapter 04

I was about to fall asleep when my online boyfriend, Definitely Not A Fuckboy, sent another photo.

[Babe, do you like this bag? Got it in Bellmont Coast. The second I saw it, I thought of you. I’ll give it to you when we finally meet.]

[Babe, why aren’t you answering?? Did you fall asleep?]

[Babeeee.]

I frowned.

Whoever this guy was, he’d bought Nolan’s account and was fully committed to the boyfriend act.

And he wasn’t cheap about it. Last month alone, he’d sent me a necklace and a La Mer skincare set. He even sent me money for dinner on Valentine’s Day.

Random Venmos for coffee, too. Just because.

He knew I was fat. He’d seen the old photos. So what was he getting out of this?

Was this some kind of fetish?

I pulled up a photo of myself from a year ago and sent it.

Two hundred pounds. Five-seven. Wide as I was tall, my face so puffy my eyes were barely visible.

[This is what I look like. If you can’t handle it, let’s just end this. I don’t want to waste your time.]

There was no way he’d stick around after seeing that.

His reply came almost immediately. [I still think you’re cute.]

Me: ???

Was he insane?

I started typing faster. [Look at it again. I’m 200 pounds. I’m FAT.]

[I know. I still think you’re adorable. But babe, stop stressing about it, okay?]

I squinted at the screen.

Either he was fat too, or this was some kind of plus-size thing.

I typed back. [What do you look like? I’ve never even seen a photo of you.]

Definitely Not A Fuckboy sent three photos. [image] [image] [image]

Full-body photos from different angles, plus one that was just a close-up of his abs.

I took one look and almost laughed.

Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. V-lines cut along his hips. At least six-two.

And then there was his face. The kind of face that belonged on a magazine cover, not a dating app.

Warm brown eyes with a lazy kind of brightness in them.

Dark hair pushed back like he’d just run his fingers through it.

Everything about him screamed young and effortless.

Yeah. Definitely catfishing.

[Didn’t even try lol. Just took them real quick. Do I pass?]

Fine. We’d meet eventually. I’d catch him in the lie then.

I rolled my eyes, but my thumbs were already typing.

[No, you look amazing. Is that really you, though?? Can’t wait to meet you.]

[Can’t wait 🙂 Oh, btw, there’s something I need to tell you when we finally meet.]

I smirked.

Let me guess. He was going to admit the photos weren’t really him.

I replied. [Okay.]