BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 371 - チャプター 380

Finally, we arrived at Leo’s house on Fisher Island, Miami.The moment he parked, he didn’t move. His hands stayed on the steering wheel as if letting go required too much strength. Then he shut his eyes and rested his head against the leather seat, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths.I opened my mouth to say a word, but no word came out.That sentence he made back then couldn't stop replaying in my head. I felt helpless and hated that I couldn't do anything about it.He was the same person who had urged me to tell him everything, strict on communication and helping me out.Until whoever that texted him happened. And now he is here, yet so distanced.Something is bothering him, of course. Why does he want to deal with this alone?I stole a glance at him again and forced the words out.“Baby… are you okay?” My voice came out soft, fragile. “I–I’m worried. You've been…”He cut me off.“I just need some time alone,” he said with eyes still closed. “To refuel.”I swallo

Hours later, it was clear he wouldn't be coming back to ask for food.I stood up eventually and carried the plate back to the kitchen. The food had cooled yet untouched. I told myself I’d just eat a little.Just enough so it wouldn’t go to waste.One bite turned into another.Then another.I was eating so much and couldn't stop eating.Trying to fill the hollow that had opened up inside me. Each mouthful felt like an attempt to quiet the chaos in my head.As much as I tried to tell myself not to go into emotional eating disorder. Be disciplined, but I couldn't stop shoving the food into my mouth.I leaned against the counter as I ate, then sat down again, then stood back up.I kept going back to the plate, spoon moving on its own.My chest felt tight, my throat burning.I kept eating because it was easier than crying, and chewing would keep my mouth busy when my heart wanted it to scream.However, it didn't help in any way.By the time I realized I was full, uncomfortably my tummy was

He wasn't gentle and sucked deeply, his tongue felt like a relentless, swirling pressure that pulled a ragged moan from my throat."Leo...". His teeth grazed the sensitized flesh making my cry out,with my fingers tangling in his damp hair, holding him to me. He suckled fiercely. "Your nipples are pretty sensitive," he growled, switching to the other breast, lavishing it with the same rough, wet attention. I threw my head back and closed my eyes all I could hear was the sound of water dripping, our ragged breathing, and the slick, hungry sounds of his mouth on my nipple. My earlier emotional ache was being violently overwritten by a raw, physical need. He lifted me slightly, my back pressing against the cool tiles of the tub. One of his large hands left my breast, trailing like fire down my stomach. I swallowed tightly, panting then my eyes snapped open when his fingers found my cunt. He watched my face with an intense focused expression, as he began to move his fingers i

Slowly, I hugged my knees to my chest, staring at the door, waiting. Hoping. Maybe he’ll come back. Minutes passed.Hour..Then more minutes. He didn’t.After what felt like forever, I drained the tub and stepped out, my body heavy with disappointment and shivering from cold.I dried my body and changed into my pajamas then went to the bed. I lay down and turned to the other side, my back facing his pillow. Sleep refused to come, but I closed my eyes anyway and pretended it had. About two hours later, I heard the door open and quiet steps approaching. I squeezed my eyes tightly. I wonder if he would apologize and explain why he left to answer that call only to come back after many hours. Well, he didn’t. Not a single word. The mattress dipped behind me as I felt him climb into bed. My body reacted instantly, heart racing, breath catching but I stayed still, pretending to sleep. And in the darkness between us, I wondered how someone could be so close…and

I stayed there long after the door slammed shut, landing in my chest like a hammer. I turned and stared at the door. I couldn’t even cry anymore. My tears were too shocked to fall. His statement echoed in my head. “I think we should take a break.” The same man who rushed all the way home because he thought I was crashing out over him leaving is the same man asking for a break. "I thought I was lucky." I laughed at myself. A break? He was being nice to say a break. I am sure he would’ve said a breakup. My knees gave out, and I sank onto the edge of the bed. Hours ago, his hands were on me. We made love, and now he couldn’t even look at me. All I did was ask what was going on with him because my instincts were telling me he was hiding something. He said the voice in my head was feeding me stuff, like I was crazy. I pressed my palm to my mouth to muffle the sob that tore out of me. He used my trauma to judge me. I never thought a day would come when Leo would say somethin