Lust for My Father-in-Law: The Plus-Size Secretary

My first day as my father-in-law's secretary, Mr. Nathaniel Whitmore, CEO of Whitmore Group, Europe's largest property and energy conglomerate felt like hell. Not because the work was heavy, but because of the sharp stares and the employees' endless whispers that never tired of insulting my unideal body. "Look at her, wearing an XXL blazer and it's still tight around her arms." "How could she possibly become Mr. Nathaniel's personal secretary? No way it's because of her ability." "She's Derek's wife, right? Oh my God, Derek Whitmore, that handsome, married a fat woman? Must be for the money." I, Seraphina Whitmore, swallowed bitterly. My fingers gripped the edge of the wooden desk. Inside, I counted to ten, a technique taught by the marriage therapist I paid for myself six months ago. But apparently, even the therapist's money couldn't heal my wounds. My only purpose for working here: to prove that my husband, Derek Whitmore, was cheating with his perfectly slim personal as

Derek didn't come home that night. I stared at the bedroom ceiling until morning, my eyes stinging from holding back tears. Every creak of the floor in the hallway made me hope, maybe he came back, maybe he remembered his promise. But no, he never returned.I already knew where he was, Anita's embrace, wet underwear on the desk. A late night text message. All clues pointed to the same conclusion: I was stupid for trusting him once again.At 7 in the morning, I finally got up. My body felt heavy, as if crushed by a thousand stones. I took a warm shower, trying to wash away the shame and pain that clung to my skin. In the mirror, I stared at my fat body, the folds on my stomach, my wide thighs, my chubby arms. I turned, assessing myself from every angle, and tears fell again.This was my fault. If I were thin and beautiful like Anita, Derek wouldn't have left. He wouldn't have sought lust in another woman.I grabbed a towel, dried my body roughly, then put on a simple grey house dress,

The screen on the wall lit up. I saw flashes of data, graphs, and numbers starting to appear. Derek's face turned pale. Anita bit her lip, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly.Nathaniel was ready to press the next button, the button that would play all the evidence of Derek's embezzlement and affair in front of the entire board of directors.But under the table, my hand moved.I squeezed Nathaniel's thigh hard enough to get his attention, but not hard enough to be suspicious to others. Nathaniel turned to me, his eyebrows raised. I shook my head slowly, my eyes meeting his.Then I whispered, barely audible, only for his ears."Don't rush to destroy them. I want everything slow. Let them feel safe first, let them laugh. In the end, when they're happiest and feel like they've won, that's when we destroy them. It'll hurt more."Nathaniel stared at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly, and he pressed another button, the button that turned off the screen.The screen went d

I stand at the threshold of Nathaniel's room, my hand still trembling on the handle. My steps feel heavy, as if glued to the floor. Nathaniel stares at me from his bed, his white shirt open, his eyes dark with desire and power."Come on," he says softly, his voice low and tempting. "I'm waiting for you."I bite my lip. My chest rises and falls rapidly. This is wrong. This is so wrong. But isn't Derek guilty too? Isn't he the one who started all of this with Anita?I take one step into the room.But then I hear a sound the sound of a car engine starting outside.I stop, turning toward the window. Thick curtains block the view, but I can hear tires screeching on gravel, then the sound of a car driving away.I walk quickly to the window, pulling the curtain aside slightly. Below, in the mansion's front yard, I see Derek's car driving out of the main gate and turning onto the road.Derek is leaving again in the middle of the night."What's happening?" Nathaniel rises from the bed, walking

"Do you really want me to destroy you?" he whispered, his fingers tracing my collarbone gently, making me shiver.I nodded, unable to speak."Say it again. I want to hear it one more time," he commanded.I swallowed hard, my courage peaking."Break me, Daddy. Make me forget who I am. Make me forget Derek. Make me only remember your name."Nathaniel smiled. He leaned down, his lips touching my neck, biting it gently. I let out a small cry, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my head spin."You know, I've imagined this every night. You beneath me, begging for more, and now..." he bit harder, leaving a red mark on my neck, "...now you're really here."His muscular hand reached for my already open pajama top, pulling it slowly, releasing all the fabric from my body. The cold air touched my bare skin. I curled up, my instinct to cover myself, but Nathaniel wouldn't let me."Don't hide yourself," he said firmly, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. "I want to see everything."