Semua Bab BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 221 - Bab 230

I didn’t stop walking until I reached my suite door. My hand shook as I swiped my key card. Before I could open the door fully, Leo’s hand shot past me and pushed it the rest of the way, guiding me inside with his body behind mine. The door clicked shut. I didn’t even have time to breathe. He rushed me like a damn hungry man. I gasped as his hands grabbed my waist from behind and turned me around, pressing my back to the door before I could take a single step. My pulse exploded. “Leo—” “Don’t,” he muttered, breathing hard. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what you look like right now.” His eyes dragged down my body slowly tracing every curve like he was committing it to memory. “This outfit suits you so well,baby…” His voice dropped even lower, like gravel and heat. “I almost lost my mind. You’re too beautiful. Too perfect.” My chest tightened again, and my breath snagged. I swallowed hard. "Well...you choose it...I guess thanks to you. I apologize for hanging up like that

Leo’s lips were back on my neck before I could even form a thought about whoever was knocking at the door.“Babe… the door—”“Let’s ignore it,” he muttered, already dragging his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere behind him.“Come here.”I barely had a second to breathe before he kissed me again—slow, deep, like he was trying to reboot my entire soul.This is bad.Knock. Knock. KNOCK.We froze mid-kiss.Leo pulled away with a tortured groan, like someone had just seized his entire estate.“That’s it.”He cursed and stormed toward the door, muscles flexing in a way that did NOT help my sanity.“Leo—wait—”Too late.He yanked the door open.“WHAT the hell do you—”A loud gasp cut him off.A very feminine, very shaky gasp.“I—uh—um—s-s-sorry—I’m looking for… looking… for… abs—sorry—Charlotte?”I blinked.That voice.Leo glanced back at me, confusion written all over his face at why a grown woman suddenly sounded like a malfunctioning robot.He rubbed a hand down his face. “Why

LEO’S POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind me, I didn’t waste a second.A tight frown arched my brows.I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.“Yeah. It’s me,” I said quietly. “What’s the situation?”A pause as I listened.“Got it.”I ended the call and strode down the hallway with one thing in my chest—rage.I’d had enough from this useless family of hers. I never thought I would be meeting them so soon—let alone Robert, Charlotte’s stepfather.I had known him as a famous movie producer and even interacted with him in few occasions. Robert had invited me multiple times for a collaboration after my musical breakthrough. He wanted me to feature in his movie with the script revealing my face—even if only for half a minute.According to him, it would blow up the internet and promote the movie, knowing that the audience—mostly young adult females—was largely my fanbase.His offer was fair, but I had turned him down. Music was a hobby that had turned into a side hustle for me.I

LEO’S POV The door of the private lounge clicked shut, and my bodyguard gave me a slight nod. Behind him stood Mr. Robert. His eyes darted between the bodyguards flanking me, making him look like a lost sheep. “Mystic Voice…?” he stammered, stunned. “What a shock! My God, I—I didn’t expect you here. How exactly did you get invited?” I was still wearing my signature face mask, which made it easier for him to recognize me. I didn’t bother with theatrics. “An anonymous fan reached out,” I said. “She told me her sister’s engagement was happening here and that they were a big fan of mine.” “Ah—that must be Zoey, the celebrant’s twin,” he said quickly. “No. I remember asking her name. She said Charlotte.” His expression faltered for a fraction of a second, but he recovered too fast. “Charlotte?” he repeated. “Yes. Who is she?” “Oh—Charlotte is their half-sister. My stepdaughter,” he replied with a forced smile. “I’d like to meet this Charlotte,” I said lightly. Robert flashed

AUTHOR'S POV Robert returned to the reception hall, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the decision he’d just made. The party was lively again with music, chatter, and laughter, but he walked straight to the VIp isolated table where his wife and Zoey sat gossiping with champagne glasses in hand. His wife looked up immediately. “Where did you disappear to? Chloe has been looking for you. They’re about to do the father–daughter dance.” Robert groaned and rubbed his forehead. “It’s just an engagement party, not a wedding.” His wife’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you talking like this? As if celebrating your daughter is a waste of time.” “Because it is a waste of time,” he muttered. “Especially when I’m not even sure that boy will marry her.” Zoey nearly choked on her drink. “Dad!” His wife leaned closer and whispered, “What the hell are you talking about, Robert? Jun will marry her. He must. But… where did all this come from? You’re suddenly sounding difficult tonight.” Rober