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FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION FOR COMEDY?
The drive through Paris was quiet. I kept stealing glances at him, but his focus remained fixed on his window side. I wondered if he'd be too tired after everything. I wanted us to talk. He'd been kind so far—warm, even—and I hoped he'd stay that way once I bring up Andrés. "Left." His voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. I blinked. "Oh... okay." "Straight. Take the next exit." "Got it." Soon, the glass tower of TF1 Studios loomed ahead, its illuminated logo pulsing against the deepening violet sky. "Go to the underground parking," he instructed. I followed the signs toward the exclusive VIP garage. The moment I pulled up, security recognized the car and waved us through without a second glance. The calm shattered the second Tarzan stepped out. "Mr. Silver!" "You're here!" "Right this way!" People descended on him like a swarm of bees—his publicist, production assistants, stage coordinators, all orbiting with urgent precision. Two bodyguards materia
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION MAYBE ANOTHER TIME
The photoshoot stretched on for nearly six hours.From elaborate fantasy backdrops to high-fashion editorials, Tarzan cycled through outfits, hairstyles, and accessories with effortless professionalism. Between each set, he remained focused, speaking only when necessary.As his manager, I found myself in constant motion—checking schedules, coordinating with stylists, confirming wardrobe changes, and making sure everything stayed on track.I even had to put my hair in a pony , however all thanks to Eric..who was directing me on how to do this managing job.Before I knew it, the photographer lowered his camera."That's a wrap!"A wave of applause rippled through the studio."Excellent work, everyone!"The studio lights dimmed, and my feet were screaming from standing in heels for hours. Crew members began packing equipment while assistants wheeled clothing racks toward the dressing rooms.I let out a long breath. We'd actually made it through the day.Then, the bad joke I'd made hours a
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION BUDDIES?
He didn't release my hand immediately.For one suspended heartbeat, his thumb remained pressed against mine—warm, steady, deliberate.Then, as if he'd finally decided his point had been made, his fingers slipped away.I quietly released the breath I'd been holding.Without another word, Tarzan lifted the bottle to his lips and drained the remaining water in one casual swallow.My eyes tracked the movement before I could stop myself.His throat bobbed as he swallowed, the silver chains across his chest catching the studio lights with every subtle shift of his shoulders.Why am I staring...?Heat surged into my cheeks again.He lowered the bottle and fixed his gaze on me."Ms. Manager."I blinked. "Ye...yes?"His silver brows lifted a fraction. "You are my manager, right?"He said it flatly, glancing down at the bottle, now holding only a few stray drops.I swallowed hard.Is he about to scold me?"...Yes, boss.""Then stay focused on me—not everyone who comes over to smile at you. Your
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION THANK YOU
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FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION MS MANAGER
My mouth opened, but no words came out. “Once you're done,” he continued, already turning away, “you can bring the bottle back. And you can sit over there.” He gestured vaguely toward a small seating area with a single chair. “That's where my manager stays.” I stood there, speechless, clutching the bottle he'd just returned to me. He'd seen I was thirsty and made sure I drank before I even had the chance to think about myself. Heat rushed to my cheeks. Finally, I found my voice. “…Thank you.” But he had already turned back to the camera crew. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and walked over to the chair he'd pointed at. I sat down, unscrewed the already-loose cap, and took a slow, long drink. I hadn't realized just how thirsty I was until that first sip. The water was cold and refreshing—but the warmth spreading through my chest was something else entirely. My eyes drifted back to Tarzan. Up close, under the studio lights, he looked even more unreal. The lon
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION THIRSTY
I hurried over, and he swung the door open to reveal a surprisingly organized stash—bottled water, snacks, protein bars, and various other essentials, all neatly arranged.He grabbed a bottle and handed it to me, then pulled out a small key card."Here," he said, placing it in my palm. "This gets you anything—water, snacks, whatever. Don't lose it."I clutched the key card like it was made of gold. "Thank you, Eric.""Don't mention it."I made my way back to the makeup room, bottle in hand, ready to finally deliver it. But when I pushed the door open, Tarzan wasn't there. The makeup artist was packing up her brushes, and the chair sat empty.My heart dropped. Where is he?Eric appeared behind me again, reading my panicked expression. "I think he's at the photography section. Taking personal shots. Come on, I'll take you."We walked through more winding hallways until we reached a large, brightly lit studio. Cameras surrounded a white backdrop, and in the center stood Tarzan—completely
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION SICK
LENA'S POV It was a cold morning, but the chill in the air had nothing to do with how I felt. I pressed a trembling hand to my forehead. The skin burned under my palm like a stove left on too long. I swallowed, but my throat felt raw and painfully dry. My whole body felt… ghostly. Not solid any
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION NO WAY
MITCH'S POV I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, muscles loose and mind sharp. No wonder—yesterday’s deep-throat session had drained every bit of stress and frustration out of me. My body still tingling from the memory of it. Lena… I should probably go check on her. No. Going in th
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION REPORTING
A flicker of amusement crossed Ricardo's face, but it disappeared quickly. "Make sure that stubbornness doesn't turn into recklessness," he warned. Tarzan smirked. "Noted." Ricardo glanced at the night sky, taking another slow drag from his cigarette. "Join me for a drink, boy." Tarzan smirked
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION GOD-FATHER
AUTHOR'S POV The cool night air swept through the balcony as Master Ricardo sat on the couch, his bodyguards by his sides. It had been hours since he sent a message to Tarzan to meet him. Finally, Tarzan walked in. The moment he saw Tarzan approaching, he knew something was off. First, he had
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