All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

I blinked, caught off guard. "Wait... why am I the one planning it?" "Because you're the one who asked," he replied, flashing me his perfect thirty-two teeth in a triumphant grin. He looked far too proud of himself, like a cat who had just caught the canary. "Hmmm....Fine," I said, trying to sound exasperated but failing as a smile tugged at my lips. "I'll think of something before evening." "I'm looking forward to it. Impress me." He whispered the last words in a very seductive tone. For a brief second, I forgot how to speak. Worse, the intensity in his gaze pinned me in place. Thankfully, Damon cleared his throat. "We should get going... young.... Tarzan." I raised an eyebrow at the name. Young Tarzan? Tarzan simply waved a hand. "Give us a few minutes." "We have somewhere to be, remember?" Damon reminded him gently. "We're already an hour late. Please, be considerate". "Damon, do not interrupt again, I said fiveus few minutes and that's it." Tarza

I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache already blooming behind my eyes.“This is my house, Keisha. You need to tell me when you're coming. You need my permission to—”“Correction,” she interrupted sweetly, tilting her head with mock innocence. “The house my father gave to you. Now, you can go on.”I stared at her, irritation boiling just beneath my skin.“That’s right... Now tell me what you want so I can get out of here, and you may enjoy your father's house.”She rolled her eyes.“Whatever. I have a question, and I want an answer.”A question...I hope she isn't aware of my relationship with Lena.“Spill it out.”She stepped closer, her movements seductive as she swayed her hips, her curly hair bouncing with each step.I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest.“Why do you hate me so much, Tarzan? I have loved you for so long. I've tried everything to make you see me as a grown woman.”She closed the distance between us and pulled off her blouse, revealing a

LENA'S POV I stood in front of the bustling city fun park, my phone clutched tightly in my slightly sweaty palm. The evening air was filled with laughter, distant screams from roller coasters, and the cheerful chaos of a carnival music. Then my phone buzzed.Teddy Bear💜: You’re not at the café? I typed back quickly, my thumbs flying across the screen. “I’m at the city fun park, right in front of the arcade section.”Teddy Bear💜: Alright, I’ll be there soon, babe. A giddy smile tugged at my lips. After my morning shift, I’d begged Julia for help with the ultimate surprise. I wanted to blow Tarzan’s mind. So I was completely transformed. Thankfully, I had the money that Helen gave me and went all out for the look.I had a new hairstyle that featured green highlights. I’d gone full emo-girl makeup that includes fake helix piercings and ab eyebrow cut.My outfit, black blouse that hugged my chest accentuating my cleavage with a confident touch.A short, flouncy circle skirt,

Before I could respond, his lips met mine in a deep, slow kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His mouth moved against mine with aching tenderness before quickly deepening into something hungrier, more consuming. His fingers slid into my hair, cradling the back of my head as he tilted me closer. I melted into him, my hands fisting the front of his shirt. When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing hard, I pulled back and let out a soft, embarrassed laugh. His mouth was smeared with black—my lipstick completely transferred onto him in a messy, intimate streak across his lips and the corner of his mouth. He looked dazed, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and shining with pure affection. “Look at you,” I murmured, reaching up to touch the evidence of our kiss. “Next time, remind me not to wear lipstick if you’re going to kiss me like that.” Tarzan didn’t even glance away from my face. “Worth it,” he said, voice low and rough. I shook my head, smiling helplessly, and fi

I paid for my turn at the booth, sliding a few bills across the counter with a determined smile. The owner still looked a little rattled from Tarzan's performance, but he handed me the rifle anyway, muttering something about "one round only." Tarzan leaned in close as I stepped up to the line, his masked face brushing near my ear. His voice was low in a whisper. "Have you done this before, babe?" "No," I admitted, cheeks already warming. The rifle felt heavier than I expected, awkward in my hands. "I can help," he replied softly. "Thanks, sweetie, but I really want to do it myself." "Alright." He replied and stepped aside. I lifted the rifle, trying to mimic what I'd seen him do. I squeezed the trigger on the first target— Then ping! I missed the first shot. The pellet ricocheted off the side. The booth owner's face lit up with relief, like he'd just dodged a bullet himself. "Nice shot, miss!" Nice shot? I missed it. I hit the second shot—another clean miss. A disappoi