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Bill held up a bag of wilted greens like a man surrendering. “They were out of organic, so I got the… regular evil kind.”

The doorbell chimed not a doorbell chime, but the opening synth riff of “Let’s Get Physical.” Pam swept in, a whirlwind of turquoise leggings, dangling earrings shaped like pineapples, and a clipboard covered in glitter stickers. jayden jaymes, bill bailey my dad's hot girlfriend

The smoothie bowl was next. Pam’s recipe called for “a whisper of activated charcoal” and “moon milk.” Jayden’s version, after she left him alone for thirty seconds, included protein powder, a raw egg, and a dollop of hot sauce. He called it “The Concussion Cure.” Pam took one sip, turned the color of his linen pants, and politely set it down. Bill held up a bag of wilted greens like a man surrendering

Jayden Jaymes had been a pro wrestler. He’d taken chair shots that would paralyze a normal man and slammed opponents through tables in front of twenty thousand screaming fans. But nothing, nothing , had prepared him for the sheer, bewildering chaos of his dad’s new girlfriend’s lifestyle and entertainment empire. Pam’s recipe called for “a whisper of activated

“Jayden! The muscle! Perfect!” she shrieked, air-kissing both his cheeks. “We’re doing a test run for my new lifestyle brand, ‘Pam-ify Your Life!’ Bill, honey, did you get the kale?”