My Boyfriend Forces Me to Diet – Story of the Day

Matilda starves herself, not because of a lack of money but because her boyfriend thinks she’s too fat.

Matilda believes she’s the one with the problem until she meets a personal trainer who shows her that she’s fine and her real problem is Harry.

The silent whispers of the few people around could be heard, along with the sounds of their spoons and forks, as they slowly ate the food they ordered.

Instead of acting like everyone else, Matilda, on the other hand, seemed scared to move closer to the counter as she chose to stand in her chosen spot, rubbing her belly.

Her dress looked expensive, and even the heels she wore on her feet didn’t look cheap. No one there would assume she was starving because of a lack of

money.

Matilda continued looking around until her gaze landed on the untouched table adorned with an alluring display of food – fries, a hefty hamburger, and a small, beckoning bowl of ketchup.

The scene felt almost surreal, the unease in her stomach growing at the temptation of the already well-arranged feast on the table.

It’s not yours. Don’t even dare, Matilda thought, looking away only to look right back a few seconds later.

Compelled by fear and hunger, she suddenly found herself dashing towards it.

Refusing the lure to order the food was easy. B watching an already prepared plate of tantalizing

The temptation was magnetic as the aroma of the food intensified with each step.

Finally, Matilda could no longer resist as she dove toward the unattended feast, driven by hunger and desperation.

All the distant sounds around dulled a little as she picked up the massive hamburger on the table and took a huge bite.

Gone was the ladylike demeanor she carried with her as she waited; in its place was nothing but a woman who had gone without food for far too long.

Bent over the table, Matilda munched and crunched as quickly as she could, focusing more on how much she could stuff in her mouth than the elegance of its

taste.

Matilda was still distracted by the food in her mouth when she heard a voice from behind her that scared

her well enough for her to drop the fries she had parked with her hands, ready to devour.

“Ehm, sorry to bother you,” said a deep voice from behind her, jolting her to her senses as she began wiping the food stains smeared on her lips.

Harry, a young man, stood beside her with a lo curiosity and concern etched on his face.

“Why are you stealing my food?” Harry asked, his question hanging in the air for a few seconds as Matilda, still mid-bite, struggled to swallow the last bite in her mouth before speaking.

With a face full of guilt and unspoken apologies, Matilda finally managed to utter the words she desperately wanted to say.

“Arghh-I’m sorry,” she apologized, the initial fear that gripped her now blended with embarrassment.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she felt Harry observe her with an intense look in his eyes.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, surprised to watch her shake her head.

For Matilda, the reality of her impulsive actions set in as she struggled to respond.

“No, please. Please be quiet,” she pleaded, focusing mainly on cleaning her face and removing any evidence of her shameful actions.

Undeterred, Harry persisted with a friendly smile on his face.

“Don’t be shy. I’d love to buy a pretty girl lunch,” he reassured her, the smile on his face widening a more at Matilda’s reaction.

“Do you mean me?” Matilda asked, looking behind her, unable to fathom why such an offer would be directed towards her. He scanned the surroundings with a stunned expression, half expecting to see someone else behind her.

“The desserts here are amazing. You should try some,” Harry added, trying to convince her to accept his offer, one he could tell she was interested in.

Harry was still considering what else to say when he heard a deep, hoarse voice speak rudely from behind.

He was surprised to see a slightly chubby man wearing dark, expensive clothes behind him.

“Hey, waiter! We’re not interested in any desserts,” he barked at Harry, making it clear that he had overheard their conversation as he moved closer to

Matilda.

Almost instinctively, Matilda bent her head, avoiding eye contact and focusing more on frantically wiping her mouth to erase any evidence of the secret feast she had just had.

Harry, dressed in a white top and black pants, maintained a neutral expression as he corrected the man, choosing to believe he made a mistake because of the clothes he wore.

“I’m a customer,” he calmly asserted, attemptir

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Harry’s calm demeanor was completely different from the aggressiveness he could feel from the big man in front of him.

“If you’re not a waiter, then why did you offer her-” Peter began asking, his tone getting louder by the second, only for Matilda to cut him off before he got any further.

“Peter, honey. If you’re done, we can go,” Matilda interjected, her eyes darting nervously between Peter and Harry.

She could sense the tension in the air and was determined to prevent it from escalating.

Peter, wearing a furrowed brow, was annoyed and reluctantly tore his gaze from Harry, shifting it to the half-eaten plate of food on the table, the closest thing to them.

A palpable silence hung in the air as Peter processed the situation.

“Wait,” he slowly began to speak, a vast look of suspicion evident in his eyes as he seized Matilda’s chin, forcefully turning her face towards him.

The restaurant was mostly empty, and even the ones inside paid no attention to what was going on, unwillingly going to be part of any drama that about to happen.