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DIE A VIRGIN

Auteur: Caroluchy
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My mind was racing a thousand miles per second.

Was he really trying to start a conversation with me? Or was he just trying to be polite because he noticed how much I was struggling?

Maybe it was the latter.

I glanced at him again.

Sadly, he was back to scrolling through his phone.

My eyes went to the nose mask, my curiosity eating at me.

Why is he wearing a nose mask? Is he hiding something? Maybe something about his teeth he's insecure of?

Before I could stop myself, my inner thought came out.

“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking... Why are you wearing the mask?”

The moment the question left my lips,I regretted it.

Oh my god!

Why did I say that! That must be offensive to him! What's my business with his nose mask?

I cursed inwardly, my heart raced.

I truly wished I could crawl under the seat and disappear.

Who asks something like that?

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. That was so offensive. I apologize”.

But surprisingly, he d
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  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    IT CAN BE MESSY

    For a second, I couldn’t move. My fork hovered uselessly above my plate. The food I’d been enjoying only moments ago now looked cold and distasteful. I had lost my appetite. This is all my fault. The thought settled heavily in my chest. I stared at the doorway near the staircase as their arguments continued loudly. “—had no right to slap me—” “—you are a bitch!—” “—Emma, calm down—” “—don’t tell me to calm down!” My stomach twisted painfully. Then I heard something break, followed by cries. They were getting physical. I pushed my chair back slowly and stood, my legs shaky. I am the problem. They were happy before me. Olive was angry because Emma compared me to her. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I didn’t even know Olive was hurting so much that she would hit Emma. My throat tightened. Why does everything about me turn sad? I should go and say something to them. I can’t just sit here and leave Angela trying to separate them. But I couldn’t m

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    DON'T COMPARE

    I sighed after a while. Then I stood up and shuffled into the bathroom, blinking against the bright light. My reflection looked rough—puffy eyes, smudged mascara, my curly hair doing whatever it wanted. I stared at myself for a moment, then sighed. “You did it,” I told my reflection. “Good job.” The shower helped. Warm water eased the tension in my shoulders and washed away the heaviness clinging to me. I took my time in the bathroom. By the time I came out, wrapped in a towel, my head hurt less and my stomach had started growling loudly. The door opened again, and Angela entered. "Did you hear the scream?!" she asked. I paused, concerned. "What scream?" "Emma’s scared after I told her you love her as a sister," she said, laughing. "You really like to push Emma," I said, shaking my head. "She does the same to me… we fight all the time. But we love each other." I knew. I smiled back at her. "I envy your relationship with Emma, but don’t push my buttons, please. I’m not

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    STILL MOODY

    I woke up with my head pounding like someone had trapped a drummer inside my skull. For a second, I didn’t move. I just lay there, eyes squeezed shut, trying to remember where I was. The bed was big, and the bedroom spacious, the design giving off a sense of luxury—like royalty. I groaned and rolled onto my side. The ceiling was unfamiliar, and the walls, too. My stomach churned as memories rushed back in broken flashes: flashing lights, loud music, my body moving, and something hard grinding against my backside. “Oh God,” I muttered. I sat up slowly, clutching the side of my head. Did I follow that guy home? No… you’re not that type, Charlotte. I noticed my dress from last night was gone. My feet dangled off the bed, bare against the cool tiles. Where am I? I tried to remember more. Leo had a live stream… a strange woman… My heart clenched, but I waved it off. Then what? Okay… then I drank… okay… then dance floor… a man… blonde with blue eyes… what else? I pressed my fi

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    DANCE ON

    I took a few more glasses of cocktail before staggering to the dance floor. The bass swallowed me the moment I stepped onto it. I called for Emma and Angela to join me, but they looked at me like they were witnessing a burial—somber, worried. A sharp pain cut through my heart knowing they probably felt bad for me. But I didn’t want to care anymore. Why can’t I be like other people who don’t get hurt so easily? I can’t keep being this pathetic and weak. I shut my eyes, opened them, and then I danced. I danced like never before. I let myself go. I didn’t care about morals or embarrassment. I danced like a free bird, like I had nothing left to protect. My hips moved with the rhythm, my arms loose, my head thrown back as the music thundered through my chest. Each beat drowned out a thought. I threw it back, rolled down, even did the splits. My dancing drew attention—I could feel eyes on me. I didn’t care. I kept going even as my head began to ache. Soon, someone joined me—a guy I

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    LET'S PARTY WITHOUT HER

    For a few seconds, no one spoke. The music in the club kept thumping loudly, laughter burst from another table nearby. Glasses clinked, ice rattling, drinks refilled. The club life went on. But mine didn’t. My fingers were still wrapped tightly around my glass, so tight my knuckles ached. I didn’t loosen my grip. I didn’t think I could. “That was… weird,” Emma finally said. I was silent. Angela turned toward me, her eyes searching my face. “Charlotte, take a deep breath.” I tried. I really did. But the lump in my throat refused to move. My chest felt tight—too tight—like the air had thickened and decided I didn’t deserve it anymore. “Wow,” Olive said quietly, confusion replacing her excitement. “I really thought he liked us big girls. That's sad.” She scoffed softly. Still, I said nothing. My ears started ringing. Not loudly—just enough to blur the club sounds and trap me inside my own head. Tears blurred my vision. I blinked hard, fighting them back. I’m

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    JEALOUS?

    They were sexualizing him. Reducing him to a torso, a mask, a fantasy. He loved music—that’s why he made music—but they hardly appreciated that talent. If they were this crazy with his face covered, what would happen if he revealed it? Only a few comments were about the music. “Well, that’s what happens when you show off your body like that!” I mumbled. Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? Not like Hawaii is that hot. That island is very breezy. He was trying to get fans’ attention. He said he would call me when he got to Hawaii, and till now, he hadn’t called or texted me about anything. I thought he might still call to check after a huge amount of money was withdrawn from his bank, but he didn’t. And now… only for him to fat-shame me on a live. I’m not dating any fat Charlotte, huh? Did he really have to say it like that? “Here you go,” the bartender said, interrupting my thoughts. I thanked him and returned to our table. “You’re back, Charlotte. Wow, that’s a strong one,”

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