Semua Bab FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 321 - Bab 330

When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, she had Tarzan's white towel wrapped tightly around her body, barely containing her full breasts. The tops of them swelled invitingly above the fabric, still damp and glistening. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders and back, water droplets sliding down her neck, tracing paths between her cleavage before disappearing beneath the towel.Tarzan stood by the dining table, arranging breakfast—fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey and a perfectly folded omelette. But the moment Lena stepped out of the bathroom, his hands stilled.His dark eyes dragged slowly from her bare legs—thick, smooth, still shiny from the shower—up to the dangerous, round curve of her hips, then higher to where the towel strained across her chest. His jaw tightened. A dark, hungry heat flashed in his gaze, mixing with the shadows under his own eyes from sleepless nights spent fighting the urge to touch her.He was trying not to get too attached, so he wouldn't hurt as muc

MINUTES LATER Tarzan guided the motorcycle down the winding country road, the engine's low rumble cutting through the quiet morning air. Lena sat behind him with her arms loosely crossed over her stomach, careful not to lean too close. With no other clothes available, she had no choice but to wear the same simple yellow sundress she'd worn two days earlier when she ran away from Mitch. Tarzan, on the other hand, wore a fitted black tank top and sweatpants. Every shift of his broad shoulders revealed glimpses of Lena's face tattooed on his back. The ride had been almost silent for the last several minutes. Lena hadn't expected more than the silence, even she made a conscious effort not to press against him. She didn't want to irritate or annoy him in any way. When they reached the small farmer's market, Tarzan parked the bike beneath the waiting shade just beside the market parking lot. "I'll be quick," he muttered, swinging one powerful leg over the seat. "Okay, I'll wait

Tarzan sighed as he tried his best not to push the young lady away."Take me home and make me your wife".Suddenly, a middle aged woman came running."Ellie! Oh my goodness have you been bothering this young man again?" Ellie smiled. "He is going to take me back home". The woman sighed. "I am so sorry, not today again. I looked away just one second and she is already harassing you. This is all my fault for being careless. I am sorry for this harassment". Tarzan offered a small understanding smile. "It's okay...take it easy, taking care of people with special needs can be like that. It's not your fault." The woman had tears in her eyes now. “You don't know how much I needed that. Thank you ...you’re really a good young man. Most people get impatient and snap at her when she becomes clingy to them. You’re different...always understanding even though she has done this to you before. Thank you for listening to whatever she was saying and giving her some attention. I am so

Cheer up? What was there to cheer up about?When he had just shattered my heart into a thousand jagged pieces.He had given me hope only to snatch it away the very next moment, leaving my chest hollow and aching. My fingers, which had been gripping the sides of his tank top so tightly, slowly loosened. *So this is his way of saying goodbye? His way of moving on?*Of course he already had someone else in his heart. The way the girl at the market looked at him, the way they looked together… it made sense. I pressed my lips. His voice kept echoing in my head like a relentless migraine throughout the entire ride home. “I was scared, Lena. Scared you’d leave me again because of Mitch. But I’ve had time to think. And I want you to know this: I will protect you no matter what. I’ll be there for you. Even if you choose to go back to him… I’ll make sure he treats you right. That’s a promise. I won’t stand in your way just because I want you for myself. I want you to be happy. If Mitch

LENA'S POVI never expected Mitch to be home at this hour. I’d come because I thought he’d be at work, but the moment Coco pulled into the driveway, I saw his car parked outside. Instantly, my heart slammed against my ribs like a warning drum. God help me. “Seems he’s waiting for you. Anyway… wish you luck, bestie.” Coco rode off before I could respond. I just stood there, torn between reversing and disappearing. But I needed my things. More than that, I needed to finally rip him out of my heart for good. No more back and forth. It was now or never. I took a deep breath, walked to the house, and quietly pushed the door open. Deep, guttural grunts and loud, shameless female moans filled my ears—together with the familiar wet slap of skin against skin. My stomach twisted. It’s just like old times, I told myself. Nothing to be surprised about. I just had to ignore it. Go to the guest room, grab my clothes, and leave. But then I heard a familiar voice, and worry crept in. “