If you wanna be a big muscle alpha, you have to eat alpha dinner. Like banana waffles with syrup.
Magnus looked at the plate, then up at his houseboy. ‘What is this?”
“Dinner,” his houseboy said, perky as always.
“But this is breakfast. It’s…waffles, with bananas and syrup.”
His houseboy put a hand on his jutted out hip and raised an eyebrow. “And you are going to sit there and tell me that you don’t want breakfast for dinner?”
Magnus realized it was pointless to argue. He chuffed air through his nose and gave a little nod of acceptance. “No no,…you’re right. You are totally fucking right. This is what I want for dinner. And it smells fucking delicious.” He grabbed his fork and dug in.
His houseboy smirked and sashayed off to prepare a second plate. Alpha men eat a lot, and they don’t like to wait for seconds.
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Captions are fictional. Top form with the waffle press, maxtem19.