ログイン……… No Woman is too Big for love, join Paula rayes with her struggle for love and weight. …………….. And Ethan with his obsession for women like Paula…… Ethan Andreas, your typical highschool famous footballer. He is Handsome, cute, great hair, totally dreamy to all. But what everyone doesn't know about him is that he's into curvy/chubby girls. He dates skinnies to cover up, particularly imagining them to be chubby when he fucks them. He tortured himself throughout highschool and avoided curvy/chubby women so as not to be mocked especially a particular blonde chubby/curvy girl with brown eyes Paula Rayes. What happens after he takes over his father's multi billion dollar company at twenty five and Paula Rayes applies to be his secretary. Will he continue to avoid/suppress his sexual desires?
もっと見るThe scent of blood was thick in the air.
Aria pressed a cloth against the gash running down the young warrior’s shoulder, her small hands steady even though his body trembled beneath her touch. She could feel the way his pulse raced, the heat of his fevered skin, the roughness of his breathing as though each inhale was a battle he was losing. “Hold still,” she whispered, not unkindly. Her voice carried a quiet authority born from practice, though it never carried far enough for anyone to truly listen. “If you move, you’ll tear it open again.” The warrior groaned, biting down on his lip. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, barely out of training, yet already he had been thrown into the chaos of the border skirmishes. The pack was stretched thin, and every able-bodied wolf had been forced to fight. Aria reached for her pouch, pulling out the stitched leather case where she kept her herbs and tools. She had organized them herself, memorizing each small bundle of leaves and dried roots, because she couldn’t afford to waste time searching when lives depended on her. With swift fingers, she crushed dried comfrey, mixing it with water in a small clay bowl until it formed a thick paste. “Apply this twice a day,” she instructed, smoothing the cool mixture over his wound. “It will fight infection and help the skin knit faster.” He gave a faint nod, though his eyes darted away as though ashamed to even acknowledge her help. When she was done bandaging him, he stood quickly, muttered a gruff, “Thanks,” and left the tent before she could say more. Aria exhaled slowly, her gaze dropping to the bloodied cloths scattered across the wooden table. She gathered them with careful hands, dropping them into a pail of water already stained dark red. Around her, the healer’s tent bustled with chaos—warriors staggered in with slashed arms, broken bones, and torn flesh. Groans and cries filled the air, mingling with the smell of sweat, blood, and smoke. “Move aside, Omega,” a harsh voice barked. Aria barely had time to step back before a burly she-wolf shouldered past her, carrying her younger brother with one arm slung over her shoulder. His leg was bent at an unnatural angle, blood dripping down his calf. Her heart clenched at the sight, but the warrior glared at her before she could speak. “You’d better not mess this up,” the she-wolf growled. “He’s worth more to this pack than you’ll ever be.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. Aria swallowed them down, biting the inside of her cheek until the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She had heard it all before. Weak. Useless. Rejected. The words clung to her like a second skin, no matter how hard she worked to prove them wrong. She bent to her brother’s side, forcing her hands to remain calm. “You’ll be okay,” she murmured softly. His eyes—so much like hers—met hers for the briefest moment. But then he turned his face away, refusing her comfort, refusing her presence. That rejection, that small, silent dismissal, hurt more than the angry insults of strangers. Because he was her blood. And even he could not bear to be tied to her. By the time the sun dipped low on the horizon, Aria’s hands were stained with blood and herbs, her body aching from hours on her feet. She had reset broken bones, stitched wounds, mixed poultices, and wrapped more injuries than she could count. She stepped outside the tent for a breath of fresh air, her chest heaving as she drew in the cool night air. The moonlight washed over the camp, silver and cold, casting shadows that seemed to whisper of the lives lost on the battlefield. Laughter drifted from a group of warriors gathered near the fire. They sat with mugs of ale, boasting about their kills and scars, their voices loud and careless. “She patched me up earlier,” one of them sneered. “You should’ve seen her hands shake. I thought I’d bleed out before the Omega got her act together.” The others roared with laughter. Another added, “If it weren’t for her herbs, half of us would already be dead—but I suppose that’s the only reason they keep her around. Even a weak Omega can learn to boil leaves.” Aria turned away quickly, pretending she hadn’t heard. But their words sank into her bones, heavy and sharp, until she felt them digging into her chest. She wasn’t weak. She wasn’t useless. She worked harder than any of them, stayed up longer, sacrificed more. But no matter what she did, she would always be the Omega who was rejected. She remembered that day too well. The day her mate looked at her with cold eyes and said the words that shattered her heart: I don’t want you. You’re not good enough for me. The rejection had burned her soul, cutting her off from the bond she had once dreamed of, leaving behind an emptiness that no amount of healing could ever fill. Even now, years later, the sting of it clung to her. Every insult was just a reminder of that day, every sneer a confirmation of what she had already been told: that she was worthless, that she would never be chosen, never be loved. Aria clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. She refused to cry. Not here, not where they could see her weakness and laugh even harder. Instead, she lifted her chin and returned to the tent. There were still wounds to tend, still lives to save. And if the only way she could find worth was in her work, then she would give everything she had until there was nothing left of her. Hours later, when the camp had grown quiet and most had fallen asleep, Aria sat alone by the dim glow of a lantern. She cleaned her tools meticulously, her movements mechanical, her mind drifting. Her reflection glimmered faintly in the water-filled basin before her. Pale skin, dark shadows beneath her eyes, lips pressed tightly together. She looked tired. Fragile. Forgettable. And yet… there was something in her gaze. A flicker of defiance, a stubborn spark that had not been extinguished despite everything. Let them mock her. Let them reject her. One day, she would prove them wrong. But that day still felt impossibly far away.Ethan POV“I am not letting my trauma rule me!” I screamed for the third time. “Are you sure? You seem to angrily yell at any slight discomfort. You still have episodes.” My therapist adjusted her her glasses around her big brown eyes. “I must say; you are the slowest patient I have ever encountered.” I slammed my hands on her big mahogany desk. “Are you trying to piss me off?” I screamed running my hands through my hair. “You seem to be catching on mr Andreas.” She dropped her pen and book. “Do you see how easy it is? You haven’t been doing what I asked you to do. If you had, they would have been some improvements by now.” “Or maybe you’re not doing your job well. I payed you to fix me!” I snarled at her “Fix you? I can’t fix what doesn’t want to be fixed. You are hiding your trauma ethan.” She poured a cup of coffee and pushed it my way. “I signed up for this lady, it clear I need to fix whatever causes the episodes I have.” I said between clenched fists. “ then communica
Paula POV Never in my whole twenty two years of existence have I seen mom like this, she was so furious and so was Mrs Andreas. I stilled after hearing the voice, all turned to Ethan's sister Dorothy, I haven't met her in person neither have I had a conversation with her. I have only seen her in one of their family’s photo and her name on some documents in the office. Ethan calls her dolly which suits her as she looks innocent and cute. "What is going on here?" She asked tiredly. She looked exhausted with bags under her eyes and her hunched posture. The office is taking a toll on her, I mean she just graduated highschool. Ethan's job in the company is very vital and even with the help of a skilled secretary its still going to maim her. Everyone stilled returning to a more pleasant posture. She tilted her head to me and knotted her brows. "Paula?" I didn't know what to say , it sounded like a question so I simply nodded. I wasn't expecting the beautiful smile she gave me. "Hello, I'v
Paula POV The next day swung by so quickly I hated it. I was so nervous I didn't want to get out of bed. The thought of going to his parents scares the shit out of me, but mom came and made me go shower. Mom said it would be better to go in the evening that way the chances of meeting both parents will be higher. So here I am slumped on the couch watching N*****x. The series I was watching is so alluring and erotic ' Bridgerton' I find myself wishing I was fucked. I got more sexual cravings as the months go by___ and indeed I needed to be touched, loved and worshipped. Ethan is the only man I'll allow touch me especially in my state. He is the father so it's natural to allow him___ I would not allow other man close to me, violating me and my baby. After watching episode six my panties where so soaked I had to take another shower. I made lunch for dad because mom went to work. Dad owns a small bookstore and it was doing so good and I loved Esther his employee, she held it down when da
Paula POV Staring directly at an unapologetic Olivia was breathe taking. She wasn't sorry for what she did to Ethan and honestly I'm not mad. I would do the same for my friends but the crazy thing is, Ethan went through hell and I watched it all. Shivers went through my spine when I think of his bloody body, when he was being beaten. I forced Clara to tell me about it and on getting to the room Olivia didn't deny and wasn't sorry. "Its fine baby, thanks for sticking up for me" I smiled and her eyes lit up and she nodded like a cute little rascal. “I honestly didn’t mean to scare him, if he is man enough then he’ll come back.” “You and I know Ethan is every bit of a man” I said proudly before catching myself. Clara looked at me, she was smirking. I bit my lips. “We know, he got you pregnant didn’t he?” Clara said. “Only a man , a real strong man can” Olivia added I blushed at their indecent remark. “Stop it both of you!” They kept raising their brows and making faces. My face
Olivia POV Alexander understands that I'm not going to tolerate his loosed personality with the other actresses. He doesn't so much as smile to them, although he is too late, I don't care. I only care about bringing my A game in my acting. The feelings I had for him are long gone, so long gone. What
Paula POV Damian couldn't keep his eyes of me as we drove to an unknown location. I don't know where he is taking me but I couldn't care less. I was excited. As we passed through each street a blush graces my face making me smile like crazy. He commented on everything even the tiniest things;my nail
Paula POV You know when your mom baked cookies and you really really want just one cookie. So you tip toed all the way to the kitchen to steal one in the dark. Slowly you opened the cookie jar and you dip your hands into the jar, right at that exact moment your mom switched on the light. Now, its yo
Paula POV I woke up chilly to my bones. It rained the night before making the weather unbearably cold. This weather was somehow my favorite, I wish I could spend all day in bed just eating. Taking my red knitted sweater off my body I hopped in the shower to take a hot bath. I ran the water, it hit m














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