All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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MITCH WON AGAIN

TARZAN'S POVI sat in front of the coffee table, staring at the empty bottles of wine I’d used to drown out the pain.However, pain seemed to return after every single bottle.She left.She didn’t choose me.Mitch won again.I tried to fight the envy, bitterness, and jealousy raging like a monster inside me, but I couldn’t."I hate to say this, young master, but she will always put her husband first. Your relationship with her is still undefined… or shall we say, you’re where she runs when things fall apart. Where she hides. Where she survives. But you’re not where she stays. She sees you as a younger brother, you see her as a lover. It's a waste of time".Damon delivered the words a few seconds after returning from taking Lena back home.Something inside my chest cracked.His words hit harder than they should have. Not because they were disrespectful, but because some part of me knew he wasn’t entirely wrong.I clenched my jaw, my fists tightening at my sides as I stared straight ahe

GOLD DIGGER

What an idiot.How dare he refer to Lena as a gold digger?"You think Lena is going to be impressed by money and suddenly change her heart to accept me?" I asked."Money changes people, young master. Even a poor man will become your bitch for money."A bitter laugh slipped out of me as I ran a hand down my face in disbelief."How foolish of you. Lena is a literal goddess! No amount of money could ever win her heart. Her love is worth more than money. You think you know her, but you don’t. She is not like the women you see out there. Lena is *Lena*. She is beautiful, strong, sweet, graceful, sexy… She is everything I’ve ever wanted. A dream. A prayer. A gift to mankind. How dare you insult her and compare her to other women? Have you lost your mind?"I snapped.His eyes widened, then he shook his head."Honestly, young master, I think I should be the one asking that question. Have *you* lost your mind? You should probably stop drinking for now."I ignored him and reached for another bo

A LITTLE DRUNK

Trembling, I covered my face with both hands, fingers pressing hard into my eyes.I opened my mouth, and my voice came out in a broken tone I hadn’t heard in years."I wish I was older… I wish she would look at me the way she looks at him… I wish—""Enough!"Damon’s voice cut through the air like a whip.Blood trickled down the side of his face as he stood over me, breathing hard."If she’s meant to be yours, all that won’t stop her," he said. "Honestly, you are not drunk enough, I see. I thought you were wasted, talking like a pathetic fanboy. What kind of obsession do you have for that woman? It’s not healthy."He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and looked down at me with a mix of disappointment and concern."What the fuck has gotten into you? These days you behave like some kid who can’t handle rejection rather than the young master I know. What do you think the Senior Boss and the Chairman would say if they saw you acting like a pathetic loser because of a

BASIC SKILL

LENA'S POVMitch and I had a real moment for the first time in years. I was so happy to hear him confess his weaknesses and apologize for hurting me.We hugged tightly and even almost kissed, but the moment was cut short by his phone ringtone.He stepped outside the house to take the call and hasn’t returned to the room since. Although I was curious, I didn’t try to pry. He deserved his own space.I didn’t even bother preparing for work because I wanted to cherish this day together with him. I hoped he would stay home with me, at least for today.While waiting for him to finish his phone call, I decided to make breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and found Bella scrolling through her phone.“Finally. I thought you two were going to have a marathon of sex and forget breakfast,” Bella said.“What were you in here for in the first place if you weren’t trying to cook?” I asked, more amused than annoyed by her attitude this time.“Well, I was hungry so I tried watching a YouTube tutorial

HORROR

I laughed softly. “It’s not weird. It’s relief. Look—” I showed her the smooth batter forming. “See how it’s coming together nicely?” “You said I should keep you company. Why are you trying to teach me how to make pancakes? Now I see your real plan,” she said. I laughed. “Alright, you caught me.” I added a pinch of salt and a teaspoon of baking powder, then let her stir for a few seconds. “Your turn. Just gentle circles, don’t overmix it.” She rolled her eyes but took the whisk. “I’m only doing this because I called you three people earlier. That was mean.” I smiled at her. “Apology accepted.” She reminded me so much of Mitch — saying things that hurt but then trying to fix them. The main difference was that Bella always tried to make things right much faster than he did. While she stirred, I heated the pan and added a little butter, watching it melt and sizzle. “So when exactly am I going to stop doing this?” she asked, already sounding tired. I ignored her on purpose and

IT WAS REAL

TARZAN'S POVI forced my body up from the floor, limbs shaking like a fucking newborn deer. The room tilted violently as glass crunched under my palms. I crawled, then staggered toward the bathroom door. Every step sent fresh nausea rolling through me, but I pushed harder, my shoulder slamming into the doorframe before I half-fell inside.I didn’t bother closing the door or stripping. “Fuck,” I cursed, running a hand through my hair as I collapsed backward into the empty tub. My clothes were still soaked with sweat and spilled liquor, legs splayed awkwardly over the edge. The porcelain pressed ice-cold against my back through my shirt. My head spun even worse in this position, but at least the walls had stopped moving.I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to steady myself. My heart raced and my chest felt heavy. When I finally opened them, my gaze drifted lazily along the edge of the tub — and froze.There, carelessly hooked on the chrome faucet and half-dangling, was a red lace thong

A TRAP

Another deep sniff.My hips jerked up involuntarily.“This is insane… I should stop… I have to stop… I’m such a fucking pervert…” I muttered desperately into the lace, even as my hand betrayed me.I couldn’t stop.My hand started moving faster — rough, violent strokes that made wet, obscene sounds echo off the bathroom tiles.“Nnnghh—” I groaned, deep and broken.I gripped the edge of the tub tightly with my free hand, knuckles turning white. My body was thrusting up so hard I nearly bucked myself out onto the floor. The tub felt like it was spinning beneath me.Her scent completely filled my lungs.I imagined Lena standing over me, thick thighs parted, that same wet pussy hovering just above my face while I jerked my cock desperately for her.“Fuck, Lena… you smell so fucking amazing,” I gasped into the thong. “I’m insane for doing this… but I can’t help it.”I shut my eyes and threw my head back against the porcelain.“Fuuuuuuckkk—”My strokes grew erratic and brutal. Following raw

DON'T GO IN THERE!

AUTHOR'S POVLena couldn’t stop worrying about her thong in Tarzan’s bathroom. There was no way he wouldn’t see it—the way she had left it made it impossible to miss.*How am I going to get it back?* she thought restlessly.Fortunately, Damon (Coco) had given her Tarzan’s phone number. But she hadn’t gone to work today, so she couldn’t use her colleague’s phone. Should she ask Mitch? No—Bella would be more willing to help.“Um… Bella?”Bella looked up from her phone, chewing her food slowly. “What’s up?”“Can I use your phone to make an important call? I need to let my colleague know I won’t be coming in today.”“I’m in the middle of an important chat. Can it wait?”*Oh my God, it can’t wait, I have to call him before he goes in there!* Lena thought.With no other choice, she was about to agree to wait when Mitch’s voice cut in gently.“You can use my phone."Lena’s face flushed. “Really? Thanks so much, babe,” she said, taking the phone from him. Her heart raced as she stood up to

WHAT THE FUCK DUDE

“Hello?”Lena’s voice cut into his thoughts.“I can bring it to you tomorrow,” Tarzan offered, his voice still hoarse.“No! Just leave it where it is. Don’t step foot in the bathroom, alright?”she replied, trying to keep her voice steady, although she sounded panicked.Causing Mitch to glance at her.Tarzan’s breath grew hotter and heavier. His cock stirred beneath the thong, slowly thickening again just from the sound of her voice.His free hand unconsciously brushed over his lower abdomen.“Okay,” he rasped. “I’ll be expecting you.”“Great. Take care of yourself, alright?” Lena replied softly before ending the call.Tarzan let the phone drop beside him on the mattress.For a moment, he simply lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling as the sound of her voice replayed in his head.Then his gaze dropped again to the cum-stained lace wrapped around his cock.“Fuck… I’m hard again,” he groaned, low and guttural.---After the call, Lena nervously returned to her seat and handed

THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS

Tarzan stiffened but didn't turn around immediately.His shoulders tensed as he continued rinsing the lace."I came to check on you, young master. I didn't expect you to be... what exactly is the meaning of this?"Damon spoke again."I lost my virginity to this thong… can you believe it?" he muttered with a blank face.Damon blinked. He didn't expect such a confession.For a split second, something flickered in his chest.*Wait… he was a virgin?*The thought hit him harder than it should have.At thirty-nine, Damon had long ago accepted the quiet crush he harbored for the younger man. Seeing him like this, raw and vulnerable, only made it worse."That's not really how it works," Damon said and cleared his throat. "You have to put it inside a woman to consider it breaking your virginity, you know."Or in a man, whichever way, he thought.Tarzan finally turned, the water still dripping from his hands and the soaked thong.His expression was genuinely surprised."Really?"Damon blinked.

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