When the Billionaire Thought I Was a Rabbit

Staring at the plate of boiled carrots in front of me, tears welled up in my eyes.

"Mr. Ashford, I've been eating rabbit food for two weeks straight. Can I please, please request just a few slices of boiled pork?"

Harry sat across the long mahogany dining table, his long legs elegantly crossed, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Nonsense. Your digestive tract is far too delicate. Eating meat will cause a fatal blockage. Be a good girl and finish your carrot. I've scheduled the doctor to come clip your nails this afternoon."

Despondent, I picked up the orange root and began to gnaw on it.