All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

I tried not to look but failed.My eyes drifted back to their table just as the girlfriend threw her head back, laughing at something he said. Her head rested on his shoulder."Honestly," Julia whispered behind me, "I feel like I’m watching him cheat on you right now."My stomach twisted. "Can you stop it?"I turned sharply and pushed through the swinging door into the bakery, cheeks flaming. Julia followed."Lena, I was just joking—"I ignored her and grabbed the rolling pin."Lena… seriously, you’re mad at me because I teased you?"I spun around, voice low but shaking. "Stop it, Julia. Just stop. We didn’t date. He’s younger. I’m married. You’re painting me like some desperate older woman who got played, and I’m sick of it. I don’t care who he’s with. I don't. So quit trying to make it sound like I cheated on my husband with that boy."The words came out harsher than I meant them to.Julia blinked, her usual smirk gone. "Wow. You’re actually angry."I closed my eyes, drew in a sh

TARZAN'S POV I yanked my tie loose and rolled my neck, muscles tight as I sat in the back of the car heading to my place outside the city. What a fucking day.Keisha had been on my neck all day. She dragged me around the city like a puppet on strings. Good thing I'd already arranged a new place when she demanded to see my "hideout." I didn't want her knowing about this location. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. Lena's face—the expression she made when we met—kept flashing in my mind. I couldn't risk Keisha looking into her. Recognizing her would set off something dangerous. Keisha is an obsessed, crazy bitch who would do something bad. So I had to act very careful around her. I wondered what Lena must think of us now. Probably relieved she'd finally gotten rid of me. I have a girlfriend now, so she can be with that bastard. She asked me to stay away, to keep my distance. I gave her that. I didn't expect us to meet again in the most awkward situation possible. J

She didn't say anything. She didn't move. After a few seconds, I slowly lowered my hands. She had dozed off on top of me, nodding sleepily. *She didn't hear any of that confession, right?* I let out a long, heavy sigh and carefully laid her down properly on the mattress, pulling the cover over her body. I stared at her for a while, wondering what that bastard had done to make her like this. I picked up the bag she had dropped and placed it beside her. Then I grabbed my custom polo—the one with her name printed on it—and carefully put it on her. It took considerable effort and a great deal of self-control to keep my hands from brushing against her breasts. When I was done, I stared at her covered form, oddly proud of my work. However, my heart was still pounding from the shock and adrenaline. *Fuck.* I needed a cigarette. I also needed to do something about the tight ache in my groin. I stepped out of the house. My legs were unsteady, my chest still a tight knot of adre

“Jealous?” I scoffed so hard I nearly choked on my own saliva. “Why would I be jealous? Are you Mitch?” He nodded slowly with his face blank. “Thanks for the reminder… However, the girl with me wasn’t my girlfriend. She’s the daughter of a business associate. Basically a little sister. I’m not attracted to her the way I’m attracted to you.” His voice dropped lower. “My heart solely belongs to one woman.” I rolled my eyes so hard. “Of course. I expected something like this. It’s not news. Men like you lie so smoothly it should be an Olympic sport. You walked hand in hand..went to Cafe for as a couple but you think I am stupid enough to believe your lies. It’s fine, Tarzan. You don’t owe me any explanations. You’re a good-looking young man, she’s literally a princess. You two would make a beautiful power couple and you have so much chemistry. Congrats” “Noted,” he said, tilting his head. “I’ll think about what you said and ask her to be my girlfriend. Are you hap

First came a velvet jewelry box. Then another. And another. They smell so feminine and rich. My eyes widened with each one I opened. A necklace with shiny stones like crystals, matching earrings, and a ring. The next was elegant white pearls wrapped in delicate silver detailing that shimmered under the sunlight—something royalty would wear in films. Then a locket necklace lined with red and white stones along the edges. They looked like pieces a princess would wear in old movies. I couldn’t stop blinking, as if I were dreaming. My fingers trembled as I carefully touched them, just to be sure. “They are… so beautiful. But this looks expensive. The stones… what are they made of?” “Diamonds.” My eyes snapped to his. “Tarzan!” “What?” he asked with zero shame. “You bought me gifts too.” “My gifts were cheap!” “They weren’t cheap to me.” His answer made my chest ache again. I looked back down at the necklace nervously and shook my head. “No, Tarzan… this… it’s