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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 I LIKE HER
"You know," he said, tilting his head, "I've been looking for a plus-size muse for my new collection. And I think..." He smiled—charming, disarming. "I think I've fallen in love with you."My heart stopped, then lurched into a chaotic, frantic rhythm."I—I have to get a bottle of water," I blurted, pulling my hand back. "I'm so sorry."I turned and practically fled.Behind me, Jean-Pierre's amused voice trailed after me. "I like her, Reynolds. I really like her."I didn't look back. I walked faster.Oh my goodness...What was that?Why would he say something like that to someone he just met?My heartbeat refused to slow.Thankfully, Eric appeared just ahead."There you are." He smiled. "How did it go?""Oh..." I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Umm...""He said I could ask you."Eric frowned. "Ask me what?""A bottle of water."He stared at me. "...That's it?"I nodded.A laugh escaped him. I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole. My cheeks burned with emba
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 PASSWORD INCORRECT
"Lena, you are crying.." His voice came softly through the darkness. I held my breath. How could he have heard me? I had been so careful. "Thinking about him? I told you I’ll take you back home tomorrow. I won’t hold you against your will. You should rest. It’s been a rough day for you." He sp
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION ALL NIGHT
An awkward silence followed my failed attempt to explain myself. We stood there, him still frozen in place. *I can’t believe I went from trying to run away from him to hugging him.* Thankfully, he made a move first, lifted my head and saw him turning toward the apartment. “You seem to b
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION COLD AND DANGEROUS
I nodded slowly. “You told me never to show my face at the cafe again. I am Tarzan". Her brows drew together as she tried to remember. “The only person I ever said that to was…” She looked straight into my eyes, and her face drained of color. “It’s you! You’re the biker guy. You stalked me!”
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION A SILLY GAME
MITCH’S POV What the hell is wrong with her, just walking out like that? She has never left the house because she was angry. Never. Who the fuck is feeding her this attitude? Could it be that so-called “friend” from the café — her co-worker? I won’t tolerate this shit. She can be as angry as sh
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