Semua Bab FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 701 - Bab 710

“Tarzan,” he said softly. “When we're alone, please call me Tarzan.”My heart skipped a beat at that statement and my eyes widened in shock.I just nodded, my throat too tight to speak. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eyes.He moved to the corner of the room, where a pair of gleaming red heels rested on a velvet cushion, and bent to retrieve them. I watched him quietly as he returned. Then he lowered himself to one knee before me—and God!My heart nearly stopped.I stood frozen as he lifted one of my feet, gently sliding the shoe on. His fingers brushed against my ankle, my arch, the sensitive skin of my heel. The gesture felt intimate, almost sacred, and a wave of heat washed over me, pooling low in my belly. My heart pounded so loudly I was certain he could hear it.Why is he doing all of this? Maybe I should say something…“I’m sorry about your face…I cost you a lot because of it.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them.He paused, his hands still warm

After Celeste's team filed out of the room, I was alone again.I stared into the mirror, and for a fleeting second, I didn't recognize the woman gazing back at me. She looked... different. Transformed. As if she had been sculpted for the spotlight. "Wow..." I whispered in awe. Honestly, I never knew I could look like this. The makeup was soft and elegant, artfully highlighting my features. My curls cascaded over my shoulders exactly the way Tarzan had left them—only lightly perfected. But the biggest surprise... was the new dress. I rose slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from my reflection. The gown I had worn earlier had been replaced by a breathtaking floor-length creation in champagne pink. It hugged my curves beautifully, a daring thigh-high slit revealing a flash of skin before pooling at my feet in a soft, elegant train. The spaghetti straps were adorned with tiny pearls, and the neckline dipped low in an alluring, daring way. Across the bust, tiny crystals shimmered lik

The driver and Luc scrambled out first, followed by one of Tarzan’s security team, who opened his door. The moment his shoes touched the pavement, the crowd erupted."Silver!""Over here!""Mr. Silver!"Camera flashes lit the night like a storm of lightning. Ignoring every shouted question, Tarzan immediately walked around to my side of the car. Photographers surged forward while the security team strained to hold them back. Tarzan opened my door.He stood there beneath thousands of flashing lights, his hand extended toward me. I stared at it. My vision blurred. This couldn't be real. This is a dream. I'm going to wake up in my apartment any second now, just like the last time.But the hand didn't disappear. And the roar of the crowd didn't fade."Lena." His voice cut through the chaos. "Take my hand."I did.His fingers closed around mine, and he helped me step out of the car,then lowered himself to get my dress train out perfectly.The moment he straightened up, the cameras

Jake leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his voice dropping lower. "Man, just look at you, Mitch. Where is that Alpha in you?"Mitch's eyes darted away, finding sudden, desperate interest in the baby's sticky fingers."You know for sure that Lena would never have let you leave the house looking like this," Jake pressed on. "You look homeless, man. Honestly, you look like you've been sleeping in a bus station. When's the last time you had a good night's sleep? When's the last time you even took a shower? When was the last time you had good sex? You don't have fun anymore,you don't come by without your annoying baby, not even clubbing?""I am a father now."Mitch replied slowly."I am also a father...the hell do you mean you are a father now,man. I am disappointed. How can you let a woman turn you into this man I barely recognize? You keep complaining that we're keeping our distance, avoiding you—but you've forgotten so soon. You used to talk about having the most submissive wife, the

Jake rubbed his forehead. "Derek...." "Man, you know I just got married a few months ago. My wife respects me, and I respect her. We actually enjoy being around each other. I don't have to wonder if she'll disappear one day because I know better than to gamble with what I've got." Jake glanced toward the kitchen. "Derek, please lower your voice... he might hear you." "I mean it." Derek shook his head. "If you've got a good woman, you don't risk losing her over stupid pride or meaningless affairs." In the kitchen, Mitch’s hand paused for the briefest second as he tested the bottle’s temperature against his wrist. Then he resumed feeding his son, pretending he wasn’t listening. "I look at Mitch..." Derek continued quietly, "...and all I can think is that he threw away the kind of wife most men spend their whole lives praying for. Lena adored him. Everyone saw it. She could literally give up her life for him and he still treated her like she was disposable. He doesn’t know