All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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KIDNAPPED?

A sweet aroma hit me first. My nose twitched, and my stomach growled before my eyes even opened. Then—bam—reality crept in. Where the hell am I? I was lying with my hands and legs spread apart in the middle of a msssive king-sized bed. What the hell... I sat up too fast and instantly regretted it because the room spun. My hand flew to my head as I blinked around. The room was huge and bright. Ridiculously clean. Everything screamed luxury. Glass walls stretched from floor to ceiling. A city skyline blinked back at me, smugly. Black-and-gold furniture. Expensive arts. What… is this place? Still, I couldn’t help but whisper, “Please tell me I wasn’t kidnapped by a serial killer with a cleaning fetish.” Then my heart skipped. I looked down and sighed in relief. “I’m not naked. That’s a win,” I muttered, then frowned in confusion. “But… how did I get here?” I scratched my hair, looked around as my brain struggled to piece things together. I’d been on a fl

HOW DID HE KNOW?

“Thank… thank you…” I murmured after finally getting myself together. He simply nodded, then asked gently, “Is everything alright? You were crawling…” I leapt to my feet so fast I almost pulled a hamstring. “Oh! Totally! Yep. Just… morning stretches. Burning a few calories. Gotta keep the blood flowing, right?” I flung my arms up like I was in a mid-aerobics class. “Just a little crawling cardio.” He stared, then blinked, confused. “…Okay,” he said quietly and nodded. “I had to bring you along. You got drunk, I apologize for not being able to stop you from drinking too much.” He added, then turned and gestured toward the other corner of the room. “Your luggage is there.” My eyes followed his finger. But they didn’t make it to the luggage… they shifted to his back. A badass, realistic colored tiger tattoo—the artist must be blessed with magic fingers. I stared… never knew I could find a tattoo that attractive. When he turned back to me, I quickly looked away, pretending

DIG IN

I stepped out of the bathroom cautiously, like I was entering a sacred temple.And there, on the edge of the bed—I found not just one pad.A freaking collection.A full box of pads. A variety pack of tampons. A small heat patch. A fresh bottle of water. And neatly placed bars of dark chocolate.I just stood there, stunned.Who is this man?Was he raised by angels? Trained to be the ideal adult male?I took a tampon, resisted the urge to take the chocolate bar.But it was impossible, so I grabbed one and sprinted back into the bathroom.After taking my bath, I changed into clean clothes from my luggage. But now I had a new battle:should I leave?What if he is not as good as he presents himself. What if I am in danger? I have never been to the United states before.I made up my mind and gathered my stuff quickly then walked to the door.“Please be unlocked,” I murmured, and pulled the knob.The door opened. I was relieved. But another mind told me to think positively. I paused… and

I KNEW IT

“Do you like the food?” I looked up slowly and met his eyes. I swallowed tightly. “It’s… too good. Are you, like, a professional chef or something?” A one-side cheek dimple flashed as his lios twitched. “I just… enjoy cooking,” he replied and cupped his jaw, still staring at me. Okay, what’s up with Mr. Handsome Face? Why is he making this hard? I can’t swallow with his eyes on me like that. I slowed down with my chewing, being careful not to mess up. “You do like to eat…” I coughed out at that statement. Because I am fat?! That’s definitely why he was asking that. I don’t know much about men, but it seems like his stare was just out of amusement… mockery… I drank water and stopped eating. “Thanks for the food.” He raised his head from his palm and straightened. “You are not eating anymore?” He said it so softly, like he was confused. I tried not to snap at him, sounding like that after mocking me. I avoided his gaze and nodded. “I have eaten too much already. I don’t

NOT INSECURE?

I cursed and resumed eating angrily, my heart still racing. My hair kept getting in the way, tickling my face as I took another bite. I pushed a stray curl out of my face with the back of my hand, but that didn’t help much. And then, out of nowhere, he stood up. I watched in complete confusion as he washed his hands and walked around the table, toward the back of my chair. Wait, what was happening? Before I could react, his hands gently grabbed my curls, and he expertly twisted them into a messy bun, using his own hair tie. It happened so fast. I froze, not knowing whether to breathe or scream. Did he just do that? It felt so... intimate, but in the most innocent way.The softness of his touch, the way he handled my hair, made my racing heart lose its track. He returned to his seat without saying a word, his hair now hanging loosely around his face. I blinked at him, trying to make sense of it all. What just happened? I went back to eating, but I couldn’t focus. My mind k

YOU CAN'T HURT ME

“Yeah, because I don't have the look to judge, right? It's not my place because I look like this...”“No… that’s not what I meant,” he replied.My heart was so heavy—I had to let it out, for someone to listen. I don't care who… I had to.“My own mother told me that she regretted the day she conceived me. She wished I died in her womb! She screamed those words at five-year-old me, pinning me to the floor with a dagger pointed at my neck.‘Mummy, I’m sorry,’ my little voice whispered.It wasn’t something new to me. I don’t remember the first time, but I’m sure I must have cried—terrified and confused. Yet, at the end of each outburst, she never had the heart to finish me off. I guess she wasn’t a horrible mother… just a broken woman.”I paused and looked down, my tears flowing like a fountain.“That day, she came home drunk from a failed date. He had rejected her for being a single mother to a Black child. That wasn't the first time. Apparently, my father's race was an issue for them. M

DENIED

I immediately regretted my outburst. Although I felt lighter in my chest and all that, it was still stupid. How could I open myself up that much to a complete stranger? What if he uses it against me? I hoped the ground would open up and swallow me. I stood up, my fists clenched by my sides. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice small. “I… I need to leave now. All I said were lies… don’t believe them.” I stood up and walked straight to my luggage. “Can you also hear me out… please?” I paused. My back was to him. I heard the soft crunch of his footsteps behind me, but he stopped before getting too close. “You think I’m being fake,” he said, voice gentle. “That I’m nice to you because I pity you. But do you have any idea what it feels like… to finally meet someone you actually want to be close to—and they look at you like you're the enemy?” He paused. “I didn’t know being nice to you would hurt you so much,” he continued, “It’s sad you can’t tell the difference becaus

ATTITUDE

I slammed both palms against the heavy security door again. “Open the goddamn door!” I was losing it. I could feel sweat gathering at my temple, my heart thudding like a drum solo on crack. How could he do this? I hit the door again. “Let me go!” The screen beside the door flickered. “Ms,” the AI spoke again, “please refrain from violence. The glass is bulletproof. You’re only going to bruise your hands.” I frowned. “I don’t care if it’s made of indestructible metal! LET. ME. OUT.” “I’m afraid that’s not an option at the moment,” the AI replied. “Boss override is in place for your protection.” “Oh my God, I am not a toddler who needs protection! I am a stranger here. I need to leave. You and your boss are holding me in here against my will. And it's a crime, by the way—if you don't know.” “The crime here is your attitude being bigger than your body size.” I froze. “Excuse me?” I stared at the glowing panel like it had just slapped me. “Finally some quietne

CAVE WOMAN

After about an hour of scrolling through social media platforms, I became restless and frustrated. How long will I continue waiting for him?! I sighed and stared around the room. He owns the house and decided to build a small kitchen inside a room? Or is this like a visitor's apartment. I should go look around the house to keep myself busy. I opened the door and peeked down the corridor just to make sure I was the only one in the house. The whole building was quiet. I guess I am really all alone. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a voice. “If you're trying to be sneaky, Ms, it’s not working. You walk like a duck.” I squinted at the ceiling, searching for the AI screen. “How did… you..? Why are you still watching me? Aren't you supposed to be at the door?” “Sweetheart, let me repeat myself again. I am House AI. I see and monitor everything around this house...” “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and walked down the hallway. My mind went back to the AI's speech.

THE REAL OWNER?

I walked into the home theater. The door didn’t slide this time. It swung open, revealing the place. Looks like heaven and smells so good too. So beautiful and relaxing. Cozy recliner seats in red velvet. Long LED light strips that shifted colors based on your mood. A small counter with snacks, drinks, and a self making popcorn machine. I filled a bowl of popcorn, humming happily, and dropped into the soft leather chair. It was a little tight. Okay, it was a lot tight. My hips groaned. The chair groaned. We both groaned. “Why are the chairs so small?” I muttered pushing myself down. Finally, I was able to fit in to the chair. I giggled through mouthfuls of warm, buttery popcorn. But then the chair started vibrating. “Sweet Jesus, a massage and a movie? Maybe staying here for a day isn't bad after all.” I gushed. Just as I picked up the remote and selected N*****x, the screen glitched and Leo's selfies were shown on the screen. First they took my breathe away. Second

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