Jake Weston had absolutely no idea how drastically his life would change when he muttered those dreaded words “I Do.” Almost thirty years old, he thought his life was on an upward spiral. Just recently there had been a promotion at work, complete with private office and personal secretary—not to mention a hefty salary increase which propelled him into a much higher tax bracket. The boss’ most valuable clients were entrusted into his capable hands and Jake proved himself worthy of the big man’s faith. His most recent physical had shown him to be in perfect health. He had friends; he had family. He had it all! That is — until Alana came along.
Alana—with the long legs up to her whazzo; Alana—with the tiny little waist; Alana—with the thick mane of silky hair; Alana—with the heaving bossoms. He’d met her one night at the hotel bar while on a business trip. They’d fucked their way into dawn and then parted company. He thought that was the last he’d ever see of her until she showed up at his office months later—her belly revealing her obvious condition. He’d knocked her up and now she expected him to do the honorable thing.
Jake wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of marrying a one night’s stand and playing papa to their bundle of joy—but neither was he an unconsciencable bastard. They flew out to Vegas to get hitched and returned home after a brief honeymoon to begin their married life. Alana very quickly began to show her true colors. She was a lazy bitch who lounged around the town house all day watching soap operas and talk shows while she snacked on bon bons. Although he tried to caution the beauty about her weight, Alana decided that since she was expanding with baby weight it didn’t much matter what—or how much—she ate.