Todos los capítulos de HOW THE THICK GIRL STOLE THE PRINCE'S HEART: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Kevah's right eye twitches like it is undergoing a muscle spasm.Emanuele is thrilled and intrigued as his eyes connect with Kevah's. He lives for this sifting of excitement, and he embraces it with open arms — and possibly a stiff dick.He chuckles to himself. Not merely that, but he plans on having so much fun with the incandescent beauty his eyes are busy fucking. He almost didn't notice the other people inhabiting the room. Kevah's dress looks so immaculate on her body; hugging her curves like a satin glove while exposing the appropriate extent of flesh at all the places he wishes to kiss; her collarbone, her thighs, her cleavage, and those lips of hers are making him weak.The glorious fabric is nothing compared to the golden glow of her skin. She is perfection, and he desires her. He needs to have her sweating under him while he pumps between her legs.Kevah is standing there looking like a fish out of water. The unchewed piece of carrot is visible for the universe to see as h

KEVAH'S POV I blink rapidly as I listen to Emanuele explain to me about his encounter with that woman at the airport. He is being a bit vague, but it is still an odd story like he is leaving out a major detail. “So, you are telling me that's how people greet you in your country? That's weird, ASF," I laugh. “You must be from a primitive village then, where people reside in tents and hunt with spears and bows and arrows."“And again you insult me. Just so you know people would have your head if you were in my country, and they hear you speaking to me like this," Emanuele smirks while he rubs a hand on the back of his neck.“Whatever, your highness," I mock him, but my words seem to cause him to tense. “What — are you offended by that, too?"“Ah, let's just talk about these now, I do want to understand the story behind it," he holds my panties in front of my face. “You are one strange guy, Manny." We both laugh. “If I tell you, you have to promise not to judge me."“Cross my heart an

The intensity of the atmosphere is thicker than a Chinese sponge cake as Trevor and Manny begin a power-staring contest.Trevor didn't appreciate what Manny had said about his eyebrows. “What are you trying to say, Emanuele?" Trevor's eyes scan Manny's face, thinking to himself how rude he is. “I'm not trying to say anything, Trevor. I simply asked you a question," Manny holds his knife and fork, then cuts a piece of the steak. He takes a bite and hums. “Mr. Brown, this is delicious." Manny is working his hardest not to get into an argument with Trevor.“Thanks, Manny, and for the last time, it's Adrian." It still upset Trevor, he considers he has to defend his masculinity. “So what if I wax my eyebrows, chest, and legs — it doesn't mean I'm less than a man than you," Trevor sucks his teeth.Manny looks at him while he chews on the collard greens. “TMI."“So, Trevor, what's it like being a weather reporter?" Kevin quickly steps in. He knows that Manny is a world-class debater, and T

It's minutes after midnight and still no word from Adrian. The ambulance arrived less than three minutes after they were called. Gwyneth was carted off to the hospital along with Adrian. He instructed the kids to stay put; he was a bit upset with the girls for shocking their mother in the manner they did. “Eva, you're gonna wear a hole in the floor," Kevin hisses. “I can't help it. If Mama dies, I'll never forgive myself." Kevah continues to trot in worry. She thought she acted selfishly for knowingly giving her mother such awful news in such a horrible manner.A painful pang seeps its way into her heart. She feels like she will pass out any second. If only she could turn back time, she would have just bitten her tongue and let her mother talk down to her. She blames Manny, something about him drives her to stand up for herself, but she chose the wrong occasion to do so. Now her mother may die because of her. “How could you drop a bomb like that on your mother?" Trevor demands.

Strawberries and chocolates decorate the heart-shaped bed. She runs her manicured French tips over the silk ruffles of the bedding. Expensive bottles of wine sit in ice buckets on the small counter to the side next to the mini-refrigerator. A 75" flatscreen TV is mounted on the wall in front of the king-sized bed. She inhales the essence of the lavender candles that festoon the nightstands. She giggles to herself as she lifts the enormous rock that is established on her ring finger to her face. Her hand has never looked more beautiful - she glares at the diamond some more. "What a big rock!" She says to herself. Speaking of big things. Rough palms encase her torso from behind. "Are you ready for me?" His husky voice travels in her ear, sending her knees into spasms. His breath is so sweet as the scent of Chardonnay fans across her neck. She spins to look into his eyes. His cerulean pupils hold so much admiration as he beams upon her face. "Yes, I am ready, Mr. Ferrero." He take