All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I continued mixing the batter, folding in the blueberries when it was ready. I placed the muffin tin into the oven, and the timer started ticking down. Minutes later.... The timer had gone off, and the muffins turned out great. I wiped my flour-dusted hands on my apron and carefully lifted the warm blueberry muffin from the tin, its golden top still steaming, berries glistening with juice. The sweet, buttery aroma filled the baking area as I placed it gently on a small square of parchment paper. I folded the edges neatly around the base to catch any crumbs, then slid it into one of our sturdy brown paper takeaway bags. Julia helped with the final take-home packaging. Satisfied, I carried the neatly packed bag out to his table. “Here you go,” I said, setting the bag down in front of him. “Your fresh blueberry muffin, packed for takeaway. It’s still warm, with a little butter on the side and a napkin. Hope you enjoy it at home.” He looked at the bag, then up at me. “Thank you,

"That's not funny." I told Felicia. "Sorry." She apologized and walked back to what she was doing before, leaving the two of us. I turned to the biker guy. "And you... I have been nice enough to tolerate the jokes for long, but that's enough now. We have beautiful unmarried young women all over the place to play your little game with, even in this cafe. See Felicia... the lady that just left? She is beautiful and doesn't have a boyfriend... she is crazy about you." "She's not my type," he replied calmly. "Others are single too... except Julia." "They are not my type," he replied. I frowned. "Look, I am tired of being harassed by—" "By who?" He cut in immediately, in a tone that scared me a bit. I wanted to say creeps, but I would rather use this opportunity. "You..." "I... didn't mean to. I am deeply sorry." The way he talked gently and apologized easily—it didn't suit his whole dark vibe. Who is this man? "How on earth do you even talk clearly with the helmet on? An

MITCH'S POVJake's gaming studio smelled so bad I wondered if Sarah, his wife, did anything else apart from wearing tight-fitting clothes.Lena cleans every day, but from the look of things, I think this one cleans every month.She has children anyway, but still...Anyway, I'm not the one to complain.At least she is sexy and put together for her man, and I enjoy seeing her in those tight wears — swollen cameltoe and leaking nipples.Jake was sitting beside me, sprawled in his usual careless way, one leg tucked under the other. His eyes were on the game, but I could feel him glancing at me every few seconds.I ignored it.He didn't go to work today for reasons best known to him.A nude female game character with a collar on her neck was on my screen, waving as I selected new lingerie for her."Sexy! Thanks for the new fit, master. How may I serve you?"She gave a booty bounce and flashed me."You're still on this porn game?" Jake said, not looking away from the screen."What do you ex

Suddenly, we heard the front door slam.Jake's head snapped up."Jake?!"Jake's wife, Sarah, called out as she stormed down the stairs like a hurricane in yoga pants and a messy bun. Her face was twisted with pure rage, eyes already red and glassy."You cheating piece of shit!" she screamed, pointing straight at Jake. "I saw the messages on your phone! Don't even try to lie to me!"Jake shot up from the couch, hands raised. "Honey, what the hell are you talking about? I never cheated on you—""Shut up!" she cut him off, voice cracking. "You think I'm stupid? That little slut from your gym? I saw everything!"I stood up too, stepping between them on instinct, trying to keep things from exploding. "Whoa, Sarah, calm down. You two should just talk this out.""Stay out of this, Mitch. This is between me and my husband."I put my hands up. "Just saying. Accusations like that—""I didn't ask for your opinion," she snapped back.Fair enough.I leaned back into the leather chair to continue m

The first guard blinked at him, then let out a short, disbelieving laugh under his breath. "No," he said flatly. "No way." The second didn't even turn his head. "You're in denial," he whispered back. "I'm realistic," the first shot back. "You're telling me him—the young master" he jerked his chin subtly toward the shrine door "—that monster of a man, the one who can't even hold a normal conversation without making people feel like they're about to die… built that because of a woman who works in a café?" "Love is a dangerous thing, man," the second corrected calmly. "I guess even our boy can't escape it." "Our boy?" The first's voice dropped to a warning rasp. "Do you have a death wish?" Both of them fell silent for a moment. Then the first scoffed again. The second one stole a side glance at him. "What's funny?" "I am still not sure of your claim. I have seen the women at that café. None of them—I mean absolutely none—look like the type to make him lose his mind. I mean