All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

I woke with a gasp, my chest rising too fast, like I’d been running instead of sleeping.For a few seconds, I didn’t move.I could feel my pants soaked wet with my moisture.I cursed inwardly and pressed my palm flat against the bed, grounding myself. "Gosh, a wet dream...why today of all days? Waking up horny is a bad sign...could it be because I was so close to making out with John". I sighed. "Get it together, Charlotte.” Suddenly, my phone vibrated, the sharp buzz making me flinch. I reached for it with a sigh, already annoyed at how jumpy I felt. The notification was bold, written in capital letters. OVULATION DAY High chance of getting pregnant I groaned and let my head fall back against the headboard. “Give me a break,” I whispered. I tossed the phone onto the bed and stood, the cool floor sending a shiver up my legs. My body felt overly sensitive, my nerves stretched thin. I made my way to the bathroom. After washing my face, I stared at my reflection fo

CHARLOTTE’S POVI can’t believe I acted like that in front of Angel, falling into another man's arms in front of her.Yes, she might be innocent, but she will grow up soon and think about it. At this point, I will be a worse parent than my own mother.I put the knife down, my hands shaking from anxiety.What is wrong with you, Charlotte?Let’s blame it on ovulation. This can’t happen if it wasn’t for me feeling horny like some bitch in heat.The thought keeps looping in my head, sharp and relentless, as I stand there pretending to be busy with nothing in particular.Unable to concentrate anymore, I closed my eyes and threw my head back in frustration.That instant, my own voice from the dream’s fragments came into my head to torture me."Mmhhhh...John...it feels so good".It didn’t stop there; I felt a bit of sensitivity down there.My eyes snapped open wide and I coughed involuntarily. I had to rush and grab a cup of water from the dispenser by the kitchen.“Are you okay?”John’s voi

A dinner date?That was all that's in my mind ever since he mentioned that.I can't help but think hard about it.Have I ever been to a dinner date?My first date was my ex boyfriend Jun, he took me out to the Chinese new year festival to watch the fireworks. Nothing else.A date with John?I didn't give him a reply..I guess I was too overwhelmed to say anything back.The breakfast table felt like an island of quiet tension, every bite and glance charged with the unsaid words.My eyes flicked up. John was watching me, his own breakfast untouched. He held a wedge of cantaloupe on his fork, the pale orange fruit suspended in the morning light. He wasn't eating. He was just studying me, reading the hesitation in my chew, the nervous path my tongue took to catch a crumb at the corner of my lips. I nervously took a sip of orange juice, the cold tartness shocking my system. I saw his eyes track the movement of my throat as I swallowed. This is all bad to my system. I am Ovulatin

He was utterly still for a second I could tell he didn’t expect me to kiss him, then before I could pull back. He cradled my waist and kissed me back with so much energy that I closed my eyes and let him take control, fully. His lips felt so soft yet demanding. As the kiss deepened, his other hand came up, and his fingers tangling in my hair. My tongue traced the seam of his lips, and he granted entry with a low groan that vibrated from his chest into mine. Driven by a need that overrode every shred of decency that was left inside of me,my hand slid down from his chest, over the curve of his stomach, and palmed the hard, thick length of him through his denim pants. He was so huge and throbbing making me feel a lot hornier than I was. John jerked against my touch, a sharp, ragged inhale breaking the kiss. "Oh, shit, Charlotte,if you keep doing that..it's going to be over too soon, " he growled, his voice sounded rough and deep. The sound of his voice went straight to

Leo’s POV When the door shut behind me, I felt like the silence of my apartment swallowed me whole. I stood there for a long moment, keys still in my hand, my chest tight. “What am I—mad and offended?” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I dropped my keys on the counter and dragged a hand down my face. She loves John, not Leo. But I am John, and also Leo. Why, then, does it hurt as if John were some other man? Well… maybe because he is. He’s just a fake identity I’ve used for years now. I won’t blame her for falling in love again, but still—it hurts. “The man I love now is John.” I paced the living room, my steps uneven, my thoughts worse. How am I supposed to tell her it’s me? I am still Leo. My jaw tightened as I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes. If she knew… If she knew I’d lied all this time, would she still look at me that way? What if she calls me toxic again and leaves? What if she hates me even more? Anger and frustration f