All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

While they went on to admire the car, I walked back into the house, picked up my phone, and immediately dialed Leo’s number.He answered on the second ring.“Hey, sweetheart.”I smiled, still a little breathless.“Leo… Babe… did you send these? The car and ?”He chuckled softly. “Yes, I did. It’s our first day, remember? I wanted to make it memorable.”I pressed a hand to my heart, feeling it flutter. “You really didn’t have to—it’s too much.”“I wanted to,” he said simply. “You deserve it.”Tears welled up in my eyes. “But I never did anything to deserve this, Leo.”“You think so? That’s exactly why you do, Charlotte. You’re so kind and humble.”I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Please… that’s you, not me.”“Do you love the color of the car? It was hard to choose. I wanted to ask you, but I needed it to be a surprise.”“I love it. I don’t care about the color anyway—I love it. I’ve never owned one before. What makes you think I even have a choice?”I scoffed.“Because you’re my woman. Yo

She nodded quickly, like she’d been waiting for that word to land. “Yes, sir. Three men. I tried to turn them away, but she said they were invited — and that she’s the boss, that she makes the rules. I thought, surely this lady would know better — that you’re not the kind to welcome such behavior in your home.” She continued, with her voice softening into feigned concern. “Because I know you’re a good man, sir. A respectful man. I just don’t want people to start talking about you because of her.” I leaned my head back against the seat, exhaling. Even though the mention of male strippers worried me, I tried not to give her that impression. “No big deal. It’s fine. They’re having fun. It’s been a long week.” Her face tightened. “Fun? Sir, forgive me, but this isn’t the kind of woman I ever imagined you with. She’s loud, she’s… unpolished. She doesn’t fit with your world.” My jaw clenched. “My world?” “Yes, sir,” she whispered quickly. “You’re successful — a good-looking man wh

“Baby—” “No!” she cut me off, pouting. “Dance with me, baby.” Before I could answer, she turned around, pressed her back against me, and started moving—slow, teasing, her soft behind brushing against my groin. “Char… I don’t think—fuck.” I hissed under my breath. Charlotte wasn’t listening. She kept grinding against me, making my reaction impossible to hide. Her friends burst out laughing. “She’s got him bad,” Emma giggled. “Oh my God, she’s totally going for it.” I had to gather every bit of strength to stop her. “That’s… that’s enough, baby,” I said gently, though I couldn’t pull my hand away from her waist. Charlotte laughed, turning to face me, pressing against my chest. She stared up at me. “But you’re holding me tighter,” she whispered, then slid her hand down between my legs. I covered half my face with my palm, fighting back. Not in front of them! “Look, you’re blushing too,” she teased, tapping my cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re shy.” “I am… not

Finally, she was completely naked.I couldn't help it.I stared at her like it was my first time seeing her that bare. My gaze didnt leave any part out, tracing the line of her throat, the slope of her breast, the soft folds of her stomach down to her feminine haven. I was completely unsure where to start from. Every part of her was calling me and my bosu was starting to react like that of an animal, a beast even. So It was no surprise that my erection was up and throbbing so painfully just by looking at her. “What do you think? You’ve been staring..” She cuts into my thoughts. I looked away and rubbed my neck awkwardly. “Sorry about that”. “I wanted to know what you think. Don’t you like it, my body?” My eyes widened. “No…that’s certainly not true!! I love it!" “Then why are they still half dressed?” She murmured with a playful frown. I blinked at the realization. “Oh yeah…so… sorry about that”. I apologized, my hands trembling as I wrestled with my own clothes, fum

"I can, uh, maybe look one up on YouTube?” “No phone!” she declared, sitting up suddenly, eyes wide. “I know lots from Mom which I sang to my sisters. Come here, I’ll show you.” “Emmm—” “No excuses.” She tugged my hand, surprisingly strong for someone half-asleep. “You need one, trust me.” She patted the bed beside her with exaggerated seriousness. I sighed and gave in, kicking off my shoes and lying down beside her. She grinned triumphantly. Her hand came up to my chest, patting lightly in a slow rhythm. “Why are you doing that?” I murmured, amused. “It helps,” she whispered, smiling sleepily. “It’s like your heartbeat. Babies love it. You’ll fall asleep faster, sweetie.” I laughed quietly. “You’re seriously patting me to sleep?” “Mmhmm.” She yawned. “Because you’re my baby too. You’ve been through a lot.” “Babe…” I started to protest, but she placed her finger on my lips. “Shhh, close your eyes and listen.” Her sleepy voice does things to me, and m