All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in line ahead of me, ordering oat milk and caramel drizzle. He stood out without trying—tall, broad-shouldered, and he smelled so nice too. I suddenly became aware of myself. My dress. My hair. The way I was standing. When he finally turned, I was blown away by his handsomeness—I couldn't help but stare. Because I didn't move, he walked straight into me. His coffee tilted, and I jumped back just in time. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, reaching for napkins. Then his eyes met mine. And for a second… everything else faded. They were blue. Icy, bright, almost like an artwork. The kind of eyes that made you pause and wonder if they were real. “Did I spill any on you?

MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and raised an eyebrow at the growing graveyard of bottles. “Dude. It’s barely past noon. You didn’t even go to work today. This about the game? Come on, man. It’s just football.” I let out a dry laugh and took a long pull. “Nah. The match is the least of my problems.” He dropped into the armchair across from me, already grinning like he knew something juicy was coming. “Then what’s got you trying to pickle yourself this early? You came to my place yet you are not happy? Talk to me,man. I am your best friend.” I stared at the screen for a second, watching the opposition celebrate another goal. “If you had the wife waiting for me at home, you’d be drinking too.” Jake barked out a laug

“The usual,” Julia said with a knowing smile. “That tall biker guy is back. Only he gets our girls this excited.” My stomach did a little flip. “Who?” “You know exactly who — the mysterious one who makes all the young girls drool over him. The biker one… the tallest one.” She was trying really hard to describe him. Right. The masked customer. No one had ever seen his face because he always kept his black helmet on, visor down. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed entirely in dark leather and denim like he walked out of some fanfiction. No wonder our girls were crazy about him. “Funny thing,” Julia added, lowering her voice, “you’re always at the counter whenever he shows up. And he never comes when you’re not here.” “Really? That guy actually scares me a little,” I admitted. “He’s so tall… always dressed in black like that.” “And ridiculously attractive,” she added with a dreamy sigh. “How would you even know? You’ve never seen his face.” “Oh, you poor old-fashi

After the morning shift at the restaurant, my legs were already aching, but I still had to rush home, shower, and get ready for my night job at the bar. I hadn’t eaten anything since morning—just water—because I was still fasting to lose some pounds. Mitch hated the extra weight I’d gained. The moment I stepped into our compound, I could hear the music. Heavy bass thumping from the master bedroom, so loud the windows were vibrating. Mitch was home early. Way too early. I caught my reflection in our neighbour’s car window and my stomach dropped. My hair looked crazy, my face was puffy with dark circles like a panda, and my lips were dry and cracked. The thought of Mitch seeing me like this made my heart jump in fear. I quickly sucked in my tummy, fixed my hair as best as I could, and dug out my lip gloss. I applied a fresh layer, pressing my lips together so I’d look soft and presentable. Less irritating to him. I checked my reflection one more time, drew a deep breath, and told mys

Mitch’s words hit me like a physical blow. My legs finally gave out. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to my chest, sobbing uncontrollably. “Mitch…… how can you say that? How can you blame me when you cheated on me..You brought strange women here… into our bed… and fuck them while I’m out working? How could you?!” My voice came out broken, cracked with pain. “I’ve been killing myself for you! I haven’t eaten properly in weeks… I’m starving every single day just to look better for you. I work two jobs so we can pay the bills. I come home and still try to look pretty even when I’m exhausted. What more do you want from me?! You are not the same Mitch I married". Tears streamed down my face in hot, endless rivers. My chest heaved with ugly, gasping sobs that I couldn’t control. The image of those two girls moaning and squirting on him kept flashing in my mind. Mitch’s deep, satisfied groans that I hadn’t heard from him in years kept