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FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION Â Â Â THANK YOU
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FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION Â Â Â MS MANAGER
My mouth opened, but no words came out. âOnce you're done,â he continued, already turning away, âyou can bring the bottle back. And you can sit over there.â He gestured vaguely toward a small seating area with a single chair. âThat's where my manager stays.â 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. ââŠThank you.â 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 refreshingâbut 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 Â Â Â THIRSTY
I hurried over, and he swung the door open to reveal a surprisingly organized stashâbottled 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 anythingâwater, 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 Tarzanâcompletely
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION Â Â Â 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 smiledâcharming, disarming. "I think I've fallen in love with you."My heart stopped, then lurched into a chaotic, frantic rhythm."IâI 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 Â Â Â EFFECT ON HIM
I finally remembered why I'd come outside. "Oh, actuallyâ" 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 questionedâscrutinized, 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 Â Â Â 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 Â Â Â NO WAY
MITCH'S POV I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, muscles loose and mind sharp. No wonderâyesterdayâs 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 Â Â Â 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 Â Â Â 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
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION Â Â Â HOLD ME,MITCH
I saw a sharp object from the corner of my eyes. I gasped sharply, ready to scream. HONK! HONK! Bright headlights flooded the dark street as a car swerved toward us and honked loudly, shattering the terrifying silence. The two men instantly released me and fled back into the shadows between
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