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Nineteen: Seven Inches
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The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Twenty One: Your number
OPHELIA.It's the Hulk guy.The same terrifyingly massive man I'd seen at the boxing match.I can hear Gia saying something, but whatever she's shouting is drowned out by the music and the growing noise of the crowd.I have no idea what the guy says to the Hulk guy.I only see the Hulk guy's expression change, and then his fist connects with the guy's face.“Oh my God!”The guy staggers backward, and a collective gasp ripples through the people surrounding them.Gia screams something, but before she can get closer, the Hulk guy takes another step toward him.The guy barely manages to steady himself before the Hulk guy grabs him by the front of his shirt, pulling him forward with such force that his feet nearly leave the ground.My stomach drops as I watch the Hulk guy's muscles tense, and then he slams the man's face against a nearby glass table.I instinctively cover my mouth, my heart slamming against my ribs as I stare in horror.“Theo!” Gia screams.That snaps me out of my shock.
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Twenty: Hulk Guy
OPHELIA.“Lia! Lia! Lia!” Gia cheers, laughing as she holds up another shot glass in front of me and shakes it impatiently.The club is so loud that I can already feel a headache coming. Music blasts through the speakers, bodies are pressed together on the dance floor, and colorful lights flash across the room every few seconds.People are laughing, shouting, dancing, and drinking all around us, and normally, I would probably feel overwhelmed by being surrounded by so many strangers, but tonight, I don't seem to care. Maybe it's the alcohol slowly taking effect, or maybe I'm simply having too much fun to worry about anything else.“Come on!” Gia shouts, leaning closer so I can hear her over the music. “Don't be boring. Drink it!”“I think I've had enough,” I tell her, hiccuping again as I stare at the shot in her hand.Gia immediately shakes her head.“Nope. Absolutely not.” She pushes the shot toward me again, her grin widening when I finally take it from her. “One more, Lia, then we
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Nineteen: Seven Inches
OPHELIA. Killian hasn't texted or called me back. Did I cross a line? Is he angry with me? Or worse, is he disgusted? Maybe the thought of being intimate with someone like me is something he can't even consider, even if our relationship is fake. The more I think about it, the more embarrassed I feel, because what was I even thinking when I asked him that? I should have kept my mouth shut, but now it's too late, and I can't take it back. Worse, I can't shake the uncomfortable feeling that I've somehow ruined whatever strange, comfortable friendship had started growing between us. The loud sound of people cheering suddenly pulls me out of my thoughts. I blink and look up, finally paying attention to my surroundings, and realize just how loud the arena has become. The crowd is shaking the place with their screams, chanting the same name over and over again as the announcer declares the huge, muscular man in the ring the winner. I still can't believe I actually agreed to co
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Eighteen: Can You Teach me?
OPHELIA. “So, what are your hobbies? What do you do for fun?” Killian asks. It's midnight, and we've been on FaceTime for almost two hours now, just talking and getting to know each other. I'm lying comfortably in bed with my blanket pulled up to my waist, my phone propped against my pillow, while Killian is stretched out on his own bed on the other side of the screen, shirtless. I try not to stare at his body, but that becomes increasingly difficult with all those hot tattoos covering his skin. I've learned so much about him tonight—his allergies, the foods he loves and the ones he refuses to eat, the fact that he hates mushrooms, the music he listens to when he's driving, the movies he can watch over and over again, and even the little things that annoy him. I found out that he hates being woken up early and that he likes his room very cold when he sleeps. Getting to know him has been surprisingly fun. I didn't expect talking to him to feel this easy, but somehow, I fin
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Seventeen: Dinner With The Harts.
KILLIAN.“So, Killian, what do you do besides playing hockey?” Mrs. Hart asks, beaming at me from across the table.She invited me to dinner when I dropped Ophelia off earlier, and I couldn't exactly refuse.I need to keep up the good-boyfriend image with her family, and I'm pretty sure I promised to have dinner with them the last time I was here anyway, so here I am, sitting at their dining table while Mrs. Hart fires one question after another at me.She's asked about hockey, my plans after graduation, my father, and about a dozen other things that aren't really any of her damn business. I'm answering because I have to, but I'm already fucking bored out of my mind.And then there's Ophelia's sister, who has been staring at me practically the entire evening like I'm some fucking piece of meat she wants to sink her teeth into, which is irritating as hell considering I'm sitting right beside her sister, who happens to be my girlfriend.Ophelia has a strange family, and the more time I
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Sixteen: I'm screwed.
KILLIAN. “You should stop talking and find out for yourself. And if you’re really good with those fingers… maybe I’ll show you just how good I can be with my mouth.” Heat rushes straight to my groin. It feels like a bolt of lightning has struck me. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my hand is already at her throat, my fingers curling lightly around the column of her neck. Her eyes spark with an innocent, heated look, while her lips part as she stares up at me. I tighten my hold slightly without breaking eye contact, my fingers pressing a little more firmly against her neck as I watch her reaction. Her lips part, and a soft whimper slips past them. My dick jerks, aching. I lean in until my mouth brushes hers. “Yeah?” My thumb strokes the side of her throat, feeling her swallow. “Be careful, Sweet Lips. That sweet pretty mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking like that.” The sound of her phone ringing from inside her backpack makes us both t
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