บททั้งหมดของ FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : บทที่ 1111 - บทที่ 1120

She wrapped her arms around my neck, still laughing as I carried her toward the bedroom. Her breath was warm against my ear, her body soft against mine. "Where are you taking me?" "Somewhere I can properly discipline your disrespectful mouth." "Oh my God! What does that even mean!" she wheezed, her laughter dissolving into helpless giggles. "You will know soon enough." She was still laughing when I nudged the bedroom door open with my shoulder and set her down on the edge of the bed. But the laugh caught in her throat when she saw the look on my face. I didn't say anything. I just knelt in front of her and took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and tilted her face up. She bit her lower lip. "So how do you plan to punish my mouth?" She asked that with her eyes dancing, but her voice had gone softer. Breathier. Her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat, and I could feel the slight tremble in her jaw beneath my fingers. "How am I going to do it?" "Yeah

AUTHOR'S POV(A WEEK LATER)---It was D-day in Paris, France.And tonight, the world of fashion was about to witness something it had spent far too long pretending wasn't possible.A real plus-size woman was going to walk the runway for one of the most prestigious fashion houses in the world.The first plus-size model to walk for Jean-Pierre's exclusive Paris fashion show.And that model would be Lena.---The show was being held at the Grand Palais Éphémère, an architectural masterpiece near the Eiffel Tower that had hosted some of the most coveted fashion events in Paris. For tonight, the venue had been transformed into a breathtaking sight with crystal lighting, beautiful floral installations, and a gleaming black catwalk that reflected like liquid obsidian.But that wasn't all. Rows of seats were reserved for fashion editors, celebrities from around the globe, luxury brand executives, and some of the most influential people in the industry.Luxury cars pulled up one after another

LENA'S POVI stared at her for a moment.Then I smiled politely."Oh, no. I'm not going anywhere. But we can share."She blinked."What?""The room is big enough for both of us. You can have one side, and I'll have the other. There are two mirrors, plenty of chairs, and enough space for both teams."I gestured toward the empty section of the room."Honestly, I don't see it as a problem. You are welcome to use my space."For a moment, she simply stared at me as if I had suggested that we share a toothbrush.Then she turned to her team."Did you hear that?"One of the women cleared her throat."Olivia, the coordinator specifically said this room was assigned to Lena. Jean-Pierre personally approved the arrangement."That was apparently the wrong thing to say, as Olivia's face tightened with fury."Well, Jean-Pierre clearly wasn't thinking properly when he made that decision."Well, how interesting.She had walked into a room belonging to someone else, demanded that the occupant leave, a

She glared at me.I continued."Body-shaming works both ways. You've spent minutes insulting my body, calling me unhealthy, and suggesting that I'm somehow less desirable because I don't look like you."I gestured toward her."And yet, here you are, making assumptions about my health while looking as though you haven't eaten a proper meal in weeks. You are starving, sweetheart. Eat... life is short."My makeup artist gasped and giggled with my hair stylists." And ofcourse, I am not a doctor. I don't really know how healthy you are, neither do you know anything about my own health, so perhaps we should both stop pretending that we can diagnose strangers by looking at them. You don't have to find me attractive. You don't have to like my body. You don't even have to like me. I honestly don't care."I paused."But you don't get to stand in a room I graciously offered to share with you and tell me that a man should be embarrassed to be associated with me because of my size."Olivia shot t

He paused, his lips a breath away from mine."Are you serious?""Very serious. Do you have any idea how long I sat here, letting them paint my face, just for you to ruin it?" His gaze dropped to my lips, a flicker of hunger in his eyes before he reluctantly straightened, a sigh escaping him. "Fine. I'll behave." Then a slow, devilish smirk touched his mouth. "But you know it's just a pity. This man could die from a lack of kisses, you know. Especially when he had to fight his way through three separate people who tried to stop him on his way here. Apparently, the male models are supposed to be the first to go out, and everyone is running around like the building is on fire. I told them I wasn't leaving without seeing you first." "I see," I murmured, my gaze fixed on the mirror, fighting the blush that threatened to stain my cheeks. He glanced at the two women frozen behind me. "Oh, these are the team assigned to you?" "Yeah," I replied, my eyes meeting my makeup arti