All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 1091 - Chapter 1100

She turned back to Lena, eyes softening. "But I see why Jean Pierre chose you. Even with no experience." She tilted her head, appraising. "Your body type is unique, and you carry every part beautifully." Lena's face flushed, and she found herself captivated by how the words of this stranger made her feel so good about herself. Hearing such compliments from a fellow woman—and an ex-model turned coach—made her heart swell. "Thank you," she murmured. Camille wasn't done. She circled Lena slowly, continuing her assessment. "Your face card is also striking. Round and elegant." She stopped in front of Lena, meeting her eyes. "I am sure you will change the standard and open many organizations' eyes to give opportunities for real plus-size models in this industry." "You are so sweet... thank you," Lena replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "You are welcome." Camille clapped her hands together. "Now—let's get to how you are going to walk that walk and make the cameras fa

"Better. Waaay better." She let her head fall back, eyes closing for a moment. Tarzan moved to the mini fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He opened one for her with a smooth twist, then settled beside her. "Here. You need it." "Thanks babe." She took it, and drank from the opened bottle. The cool water ran down her throat soothing the dryness. She hadn't realized how parched she was until the first sip hit her tongue. Before she knew it, she'd emptied the entire bottle, and she looked up to find him watching her with an amused glint in his eyes. She laughed at his expression. "Oh my goodness, now I can finally breathe." She turned again to Tarzan with a smile—and caught him staring. This time his gaze was fixed on her lips in an intense way she'd seen before and she knew what that look meant. The moment stretched, taut and fragile, before he awkwardly looked away, clearing his throat. "You should stay right here until you are ready to go back t

Nora, Jessie, and Hannah were standing at the entrance door of the modelling building, looking confused.The imposing glass doors reflected their appearances back at them, a reminder of how long they'd been standing there like misplaced mannequins."We can ask that security guard over there about her, right?" Jessie said, craning her neck toward the uniformed guard."I can't believe he's not answering our phone calls after he called us here. Or did he forget about it?" Hannah added, aggressively refreshing her call log as if the twentieth time would magically produce a different result.Her thumb hovered over the call button again, itching to press it."Guys, calm down," Nora interjected, though her own patience was also wearing thin. "He's also a model—of course he would be busy too. It was his card that gave us a permit into this place, so I'm certain he was just being distracted by work."Hannah sighed."Well, we can't just stand here all day like outcasts. We need to sit somewhere

As they walked into the studio, Hannah broke the silence."You know, we called you like fifty times. My thumb is actually sore from dialing."Tarzan chuckled.He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck."Sorry about that.""Yeah, yeah, you already apologized. Just saying," Hannah replied."Then stop complaining about it and let him be!" Nora snapped."Calm down, Nora. Just because you're Lena's best friend doesn't mean she made you in charge of her boyfriend's comfort," Hannah replied."What did you just say to me?" Nora snapped back.As the two went on with their bantering, Jessie's eyes narrowed as she sighted a smudge of red lipstick above Tarzan's collar.She elbowed Nora, then Hannah, tilting her head toward the evidence.They started whispering to each other in suspicion.Tarzan noticed but decided to ignore.Soon, the sound of stilettos on marble announced Ella's approach before she even appeared.She was moving faster than someone in six-inch heels should reasonably be able

LENA'S POV When the phone rang and I glanced at the caller, my heart stuttered. It was Dr. Annie—the doctor working at Ricardo's private clinic's owner. I knew immediately it had everything to do with the test results. I hesitated for a moment, my thumb hovering over the screen before I finally answered. Annie explained that Tarzan had instructed her to send the results directly to me, following her initial intention to send them to him first. She apologized, explaining that she had only meant well—she'd thought I might not want to receive any message from her after what happened at her office. She assumed I must hate her, but Tarzan had assured her that wasn't the case; I had simply reacted that way because I'd had so much going on. She also apologized for calling Tarzan privately into her office, admitting that Tarzan had told her it only made matters worse and that it should never happen again. At the end, she informed me that our results were ready. She would send them to