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FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION EFFECT ON HIM
I finally remembered why I'd come outside. "Oh, actually—" I was just about to ask him where I could get a bottle of water. Talking to him seemed much easier than interrupting Mr. Reynolds's business chat. Tarzan was probably still waiting. Before I could finish my sentence, Mr. Reynolds suddenly looked in our direction and crooked a finger. Eric immediately excused himself and walked over. I remained where I was, watching from a distance. Mr. Reynolds said something. Eric glanced back at me before replying. The older man followed his gaze, his sharp eyes settling on me for a brief, assessing moment. Then he gave a small nod. Eric turned and walked back. "He'd like to speak with you." My throat instantly went dry. "M-Me?" He nodded. "Yes." I swallowed hard. Every instinct told me I was about to be questioned—scrutinized, weighed, and possibly found wanting. Straightening my shoulders, I forced my trembling legs to move and slowly walked toward the t
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION END OF DISCUSSION
I scanned the busy hallway until my eyes landed on a man who matched Tarzan's description perfectly. Tall. Gray tailored suit.Black-framed glasses. Salt-and-pepper hair. That has to be him. He stood near the entrance of the building, speaking to another man who looked just as important. Both of them held thick cigars between their fingers, wisps of smoke curling lazily into the air. Several security guards surrounded them, their expressions stern as they quietly watched everyone coming and going. The atmosphere around the two men was... intimidating. The whole setup screamed power. No one interrupted them or even walked too close. I hesitated and tightened my grip on my bag. How am I supposed to ask him for a bottle of water? They were obviously discussing business. And he is the boss...who asks such question? Walking over there to ask where they kept bottled water suddenly felt ridiculous. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying to figure out
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION BABY DOLL
LENA'S POV I stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at the doorway she'd just stormed through. Then my gaze drifted back to Tarzan. Back then, I'd genuinely thought he was referring to me—because I'd been so utterly lost about how to do anything around here. The makeup artist returned and resumed working on Tarzan. His face remained unreadable. Cold. Almost detached from reality. I desperately wanted to know what was going on inside his head—if anything was bothering him. I mean, a lot must be bothering him. But I hoped that, as his manager, I could help ease some of that weight. "Water." His deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Huh?" He looked at me with the same blank expression. "I need water." "Oh... ye... yes, Mr. Silver." I immediately scanned the room. The makeup table was crowded with foundation bottles, brushes, powders, and sprays—but not a single bottle of water in sight. My eyes darted from one corner to another. Where do they keep it? Before I coul
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION OUT OF PLACE
The makeup artist's hand froze in midair. Embarrassed, she quickly lowered her gaze and resumed dusting powder across his face. "You've been doing his makeup ever since he came to France and you're still not used to his eye contact?" Her assistant whispered. "Can you blame me?" she whispered back. "His eyes are... dangerously distracting. And he got long lashes too." They both chuckled quietly. Tarzan remained expressionless, seemingly indifferent to the conversation even though he could hear them clearly. ______ Meanwhile, Lena stood frozen by the car, feeling utterly out of place. Then a tall young woman approached—slender legs, healthy curls,head band and a sky blue tennis-ball gown so short it left the curve of her cheeks exposed. She walked like she owned a runway, those heavy makeup shows she wasn't an athlete or anything, the dress was just foe fashion sake. "Hi, I am Niva and you are?" She asked, stopping in front of Lena. "Oh… I am… T—Mr. Silver's man
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION HOW TO START
The moment he settled into the driver's seat, the rich scent of his cologne flooded the car, making Lena's pulse stutter. She'd missed that scent so much she had to physically fight the urge to lean over and inhale him like a desperate fool. Tarzan started the engine without a word. The drive was painfully silent. Lena folded her hands neatly on her lap, stealing glances at him whenever she dared. His attention stayed fixed on the road—one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel, the other tapping an absent rhythm against it. She sighed and turned toward her window. Where do I even start? "Andres is my half-brother"? No. That didn't feel like the best way to reopen a conversation—not after everything he'd been through. Her mind kept spinning, tangled in indecision. Tarzan stole a glance at her and caught her profile silhouetted against the glass. His eyes drifted to her outfit. Looked way better than I imagined. Lena felt the weight of his gaze and turned her
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION FIRST DAY EFFORT
The next morning, Lena woke earlier than usual. It was her first official day as Tarzan's manager.By the time he arrived, she was already waiting in front of her building.When Tarzan's car pulled into the driveway, he frowned slightly in surprise—he hadn't expected her to be there before him.His gaze swept over her appearance. Lena was dressed in a simple, plain knee-length gown, with minimal makeup and her hair neatly tied back.Just as she reached for the car door, Tarzan stepped out first. Lena's eyes sparkled at the sight of him in a light pink shirt—then drifted to the large shopping bag in his hand.Without a word, he held it out to her."Here," he said. "If you're going to be my manager, you have to dress like one."Lena blinked, then accepted the bag with both hands. "Oh... okay."With that, she turned and headed back inside to change, while Tarzan leaned against the side of his car, rubbing a hand over his face as he waited.Once in her room, she opened the bag and pulled
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION HUMILIATION
“Care about me? Oh please Mitch! If you cared, you wouldn’t be calling out for Lena in your sleep!”"It is a fucking dream! Why does it matter! The fuck are you talking about, I wasn't in my right sense because I was sleeping, damn it Elena!*I yelled angrily.Her eyes widened at that."Look,I sna
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION CHECK UP
LENA’S POV My eyes fluttered open to a pristine white ceiling. The room looked different—the curtains were no longer soft white but a calm, muted grey. My heart was still racing, and I gasped for air. That heavy, aching pressure lingered low in my abdomen, tingling painfully, desperate for a rele
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION KILL ME LENA
The moment the cab finally pulled up to the Sapphire Suites Hotel, my men were already waiting. Three of them in dark suits stood by the entrance when we arrived. Before the driver could even get out to open the door — probably as thanks for the cash I’d given him — they approached. The driver st
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
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